It seemed to go on forever, the relentless push and pull, the almost savage thrusts deep in her pussy and the enormous knot swelling deep inside her, holding her in place, letting her know that there was no escape from this animalistic breeding. Each thrust sent new shock waves of pleasure and pain through her entire body until Christine knew she couldn’t take much more—she was going to have an even deeper orgasm soon. And then she heard Roarn growling in her ear,
“Chris-teen,” he rumbled. “Going to…come in you now. Going to flood…your pussy with…my cream.”
“Yes!” Christine encouraged him. “Yes, fill me up, baby—shoot your cream deep in my pussy. Make me yours, don’t stop!”
And then she felt it—ropes of hot, thick seed shooting from the broad head of his cock and splattered the insides of her pussy.
Christine moaned. She had never felt a man coming inside her before—with humans it was a weak squirt—a trickle that didn’t even make an impression.
Not so with a Monstrum. She could feel every blast of creamy seed as it shot from the tip of Roarn’s cock and bathed the mouth of her womb, which felt as though it had opened up to suck hungrily at the broad head. Soon his cream was leaking from her tightly stretched pussy mouth and running down her inner thighs, and still Roarn kept coming. She had never felt anything like it before and she wondered how much longer she could take it.
“Not much longer, baby—almost finished filling you with my cream.”
Christine gasped. She was certain it was Roarn speaking to her, but his voice appeared to be coming from inside her head!
“Yes, it is—because we’re bonded now, his voice murmured in her head again. I’ve filled you with my cream and my Bonding Fluid at the same time. You’re mine now, Chris-teen—and I’m yours.”
“Roarn?” she sent, trying the new connection for herself. “We can really hear each other’s thoughts now?”
“That’s what it means to be bonded to a Monstrum—to any Kindred,” he told her. “Are you sorry?”
“No! No, of course not,” Christine hastened to reassure him. It was amazing how easily she had adapted to this new method of communication. Roarn’s mental voice was as deep and purring as his speaking voice, which she really liked.
“I love your mental voice too, sweetheart. In fact, I love everything about you. And now we’ll never be apart.”
“But…you don’t mind being with a woman who’s so much older than you?” Christine asked him hesitantly.
“How could I mind getting to live every Felinus Monstrum’s dream?” His mental voice sounded puzzled, as though she’d asked him if he minded winning the lottery. “How could I mind being bonded to the most gorgeous Mature Elite in the whole universe?”
“Oh, Roarn…” She wanted to turn around and hug him, but he pressed a hand gently to the small of her back, holding her still.
“Gently, Chris-teen,” he growled softly. “You cannot move yet, sweetheart—we’re not finished with our bonding sex yet—I’m still knotting you.”
Christine noticed that his speech had lost its old, halting pattern, though he still called her “Chris-teen,” which she liked.
“That’s because the Fury is completely gone now,” Roarn told her. “It’s not pushed back, not waiting in the corners of my mind to take over. It has totally vanished.”
“Oh, Roarn!” She felt a wave of joy wash over her. “Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you!”
“You’re the reason it left,” he assured her. “If you hadn’t let me bond you…hadn’t let me knot you…it never would have gone. But your love for me drove it out. Chris-teen, I love you so much!”
Christine felt tears stinging her eyes. She wished again that she could hug him and hold him.
Roarn seemed to understand her need for closeness because he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up from the mossy floor of the holding cell. With a little adjustment, Christine found that she was lying back against him in reverse cowgirl position, with her head on his broad shoulder.
“Is that better, sweetheart?” Roarn rumbled in her ear as his long, muscular arms drew her close to his broad chest.
“Mmm, so much better,” Christine assured him. She was still impaled on his massive shaft, but now she was cradled in his arms as well and the warm fur of his chest felt wonderful rubbing against her bare back. She felt surprisingly comfortable, considering their intimate situation.
“I’m glad you’re comfortable,” Roarn’s mental voice rumbled in her head. “Because we’re not nearly done yet, sweetheart. I’ll need to fuck you and come in you many more times before my knot goes down enough to slip out of you.”
“You…you will?” Christine murmured. “Will your, uh, barbs stick me again? Because I have to tell you, that’s really intense!”
“Bonding sex is an intense experience with a Monstrum,” Roarn assured her. “But I’ll be right here with you to help you bear it. Do you think you can let me fuck you and fill you again, sweetheart? Do you think you can be open enough to let me keep breeding you?”