Page 16 of My Treasure
Guiding my hand, he urged me trace the curve of my stomach.
“You look pregnant already.”
My underbelly was grotesquely big. How much cum had he pumped into me?Not enough.
His tender fucking got slower until he stilled, and I couldn’t move a single muscle. I was so fucked out, so sated, I couldn’t do more than breathe.
The heat turnedme into a sensual creature without a single worry on its mind, without any reason or restraint. But it didn’t matter because the dragon protected me.
When I was awake, I liked to kiss Fergus’s cock or suckle on the ridged head. He let me do it until his shaft leaked precum, and I eagerly licked it. I could rest against his massive chest and finger myself, stroke my half-hard cock, caress my rounded belly, or play with my nipples for hours on end. They tingled when I squeezed the tips. Unselfconscious, I tugged on them and massaged the bloated flesh. When small drops of lover’s milk escaped I licked them off my fingers. If Fergus woke up and noticed what I was doing, I didn’t even blush.
He like to watch as I milked myself, fire in his darkening eyes, until he batted my hands away. Drinking my milk, he often teased another heat wave out of me. Sometimes, he made me straddle his hips and sit on his cock so I could fuck myself while he sucked and bit my nipples.
I was drowning in ecstasy for six days. Heavenly passion, raw, violent fucking, and tender lovemaking. I adored it all.
By the end of my heat, I wasn’t my own person anymore. I existed for Fergus. My opening was so stretched out, he could put his fist inside me even between heat waves. I liked the generous curve of my underbelly and the full, heavy sensation in my womb. I’d lost count of how many times he’d bred me, but I’d happily live like this until the end of time. My head was empty aside from constant lust. I was a hole for his knot and nothing more. A vessel for his cum, like he said.
Groaning from deep within, I took his knot one last time, his amazing cockhead burrowing into my very core. Straddling his hips, I rocked on his knot and milked my chest, watching the clear nectar drip down to my stomach. My nipples were dark and drawn out from nursing my lover, and I liked them. I hoped they’d remain like this, big and crude.
Then Fergus flipped me onto my back and fucked me with the knot, in and out all the way, until I fainted.
14
FERGUS
Gillam had always been beautiful,but now, pregnant with my young, he looked godlike. He washed himself in front of me, and I rested in the armchair by the fireplace, watching the water drip down his rounded chest and the curve of his small belly. Meeting my eyes coyly, he dried himself with a linen sheet. I licked my lips, and his cheeks turned pink.
“I’m thirsty,” I said. “Come here.”
I couldn’t fuck him while he recovered from the heat—he’d be sore and in pain. But he still needed my touches. My young mate straddled my lap, pushing his chest into my face. I held him to me with my arms roped around his slim form and drank his milk. He liked nursing me, and sometimes, it brought him a slow, gentle climax, his cries melodic.
When I emptied the swells under his nipples, he knelt between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. He sucked hungrily, swirling his tongue around the ridges. He could barely take half into his throat before choking, but it was enough. Massaging the thick base with both hands, he took me as deep as he could, and sucked hard when he slowly pulled back, hollowing his cheeks.
“Are you hungry for my cum?”
He whined in response. I gripped his hair with my fists and thrust into his sweet mouth, his lips stretching around my shaft. My eyes wide open, I spilled into him, staring at his face. He swallowed once, and his eyes rolled into his head as he came all over himself. Humming, he licked my cock clean, and I pulled him up so I could do the same to him.
I carried him to bed and kept my hand on his belly while we slept.
The lover’smilk had disappeared, the bonding over, but Gillam’s stomach grew swiftly. The pregnancy made him crave my cock almost as if he were in heat, and we fucked every day. We lived hidden in our paradise garden, and I wondered how long we would stay here on the islands before fate intervened. I hoped for years of peace and quiet, but I was disappointed way too soon.
Grim news reached me while I visited the fishing village. When I came home, my mate ran to meet me in the garden. His round stomach peeked out from his open tunic, his hair fluttered in the wind, and he looked so delighted to see me even though I’d only been gone half a day, I couldn’t ruin his happiness just yet.
He jumped into my arms, and I held him by his ass, kissing him deeply. Our tongues tangling, he moaned into my mouth. So I put him on his feet long enough to rip off his pants. Then I lifted him again and pulled him onto my cock. I fucked him standing up until he came screaming, his sounds echoing through the nature around us.
Then I carried him back to the house. The bigger his stomach, the more he craved fullness. When I pulled out of him, he whined, looking at me with needy eyes.
“On your back. Open your legs.”
He did as he was told, showing me his reddened, cum-stained hole. I pushed two fingers into him, and he hummed. Stroking the front wall of his hole, I slowly added a third and a fourth finger. He held his belly, angling his hips to meet my thrusts.
“Fergus, can you give me more? Please? I need… your fist. More…”
I tucked my thumb into my palm and pumped my hand. Gillam arched on the bed and pinched his nipples. His hole opened wide, squeezing my hand, and I pressed harder. His glistening rim slid down to my wrist.
“Yes! Oh god, Fergus! Yes!”
Fucking him with my fist, I easily reached the enlarged mouth to his womb. I caressed it with my fingertips, and Gillam came immediately.
