“Maybe I will,” Dra’vik growled softly.
Getting off the couch, he lifted her in his arms.
“This dress is too big for you, you know,” he pointed out. “It hides your curves.”
“I know.” She dropped her eyes. “I, um, lost some weight because I was so upset.”
“We’ll get you back to your curvy self in no time, little girl,” Dra’vik promised her. “By the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to be curvier than ever, my gorgeous little Elite.”
She shivered and looked up at him.
“Because you’re going to make me pregnant, right?”
“Exactly,” Dra’vik growled. “Going to fill your soft little pussy with my cock and put a baby in that belly of yours. My baby.”
“Our baby,” she corrected him softly.
“Exactly, little girl. Going to breed you a nice long time tonight,” Dra’vik promised her.
He felt her shiver in his arms again, almost the same way she did when he called her his “good girl.” Could it be that the idea of being bred was turning her on? Gods, he fucking hoped so! Because the idea of breeding her was sure as hell getting him hot.
“Come on, little girl,” he murmured, pushing open the door to the bedchamber with his foot. Inside was a massive bed, made for a Monstrum his size. He put Iyanna down on the side of it and began removing her dress.
She let him undress her and he growled with delight when he found the white lace undergarments she was wearing under the outer clothing. The white lace looked gorgeous against her creamy brown skin and he could see the dark peaks of her nipples poking against it, begging for attention.
“Mmm, little girl, can’t get enough of looking at your beautiful, curvy body,” he growled softly, cupping her breasts and gently thumbing her tight peaks to make her moan. “Can’t wait to fill you with my seed. But first, I have to get you ready.”
“How…how do you mean?” Iyanna’s voice was breathless and her eyes were dilated with need.
“I mean I have to open your soft little pussy with my tongue, of course,” Dra’vik growled softly. “Otherwise you’ll never be able to take my Breeding Barb and my Bonding Knot at the same time.”
Her eyes widened.
“You really think you’ll be able to fit your, er, whole cock inside me?”
“I’ll be sure you’re ready to take me,” Dra’vik promised. “In fact, it will be my pleasure to make sure you’re ready, little girl. Now why don’t you pull down those lacy white cups and let me suck on your sweet nipples some to help your pussy get nice and wet?”
“Yes, Master.” Biting her lip, she tugged down the lacy little garment she wore up top, exposing her sweet peaks—as dark and juicy as berries, Dra’vik thought.
“Mmm…good girl,” he growled as he dropped to his knees to suck her breasts.
“Oh! Oh, God!” Iyanna moaned, arching her back as he drew as much of her right breast into his mouth as he could. Dra’vik teased her nipple with his tongue, winding around and around it before nipping gently to make her gasp and jump a little.
He loved the taste of her skin—her salty sweetness—but it only made him hungry to taste her pussy again and feel her writhing under his tongue. Still, he wanted to take things slowly—to savor this first breeding and bonding with her. So after sucking her right nipple for a good long time, he switched to the left, teasing and sucking until she moaned restlessly.
“Master, please!” she begged, writhing against him. “Please, this feels so good but my little pussy is getting so wet.”
“Mmm, little girl, you’re topping from the bottom again,” Dra’vik growled, after releasing her nipple with a final sucking kiss. “Are you saying you want me to taste your pussy?”
Biting her lip, Iyanna nodded.
“No, you have to say it,” Dra’vik ordered sternly. “Tell me exactly what you want, little girl. All you have to do is say it and I’ll do it.”
She looked up at him shyly but he could tell she was up to the challenge.
“All right,” she said, her voice sounding breathless. “I…I want you to lick my pussy. Lick me and put your tongue inside me. Deep inside me.”
“Gods, little girl!” Dra’vik nearly groaned. He loved talking dirty to her, but he loved it just as much when she talked dirty to him. “Let’s get you out of these little white things,” he murmured, tugging at the fragile lace undergarments she was wearing.
“Panties…” Iyanna was panting with need by now. “They’re called panties.”
“Panties, then…” Dra’vik was already stripping them down her hips, leaving her bare for him, since she had also completely removed the top. “Good, now let’s get you on your hands and knees—I want to taste you from behind.”
“You…you do?” she asked uncertainly.
“Yes, because I’m going to take you from behind, little girl,” he growled. “That’s the best position to get you ready for breeding. Now get on your hands and knees and spread your legs wide for me.”