Page 64 of Grat
“Fuck, Khala,” I groaned in plea. “How am I supposed to last with you? Even for a second?”
“Patience, my dear,” she giggled, aligning my length with her opening. “You’re not even in yet.”
My cock ring had a very important purpose now. I’d moved it to mark the exact length that my dainty princess could take. It was just about a half of my cock’s length, but it was the best half. Anticipation ran through me in a shiver just from the memory of how fucking fantastic she felt inside.
She felt amazing in many ways, my Khala, even if she didn’t take me in at all. Just yesterday morning, she pushed me to my back, then pressed my fully erect cock to my belly, and rode me like that, with her slick pussy sliding along the underside of my cock. She rubbed her hot throbbing clit along the entire length of my erection, making us both come harder than ever.
I had to pace myself now, slowly sliding inside her. But I couldn't resist when her pussy gripped me and Khala moved her mouth closer to my ear, whispering, “Fuck me, Grat.”
She might’ve been born a princess, but she would forever remain my wild thing.
I growled, pulling back, then thrusting in again. My sapphire rubbed against her clit, making her whimper in pleasure.
“Oh, it’s so good…” she moaned, and I thrust harder, faster, unable to slow down even if my life depended on it.
She cried out, her thighs trembling with her climax. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, setting off my release too. My cock throbbed, filling her with my seed and spilling it over.
“Oh, Grat,” she exhaled, her arms draped over my shoulders, her face buried in the side of my neck. “I love you.”
I loved her too, more that I could ever express properly in words. So I just stroked her hair and kissed her temple, and she didn’t wait for me to say it, because she already knew.
“Granny Magra examined me this morning, just like she promised to do yesterday, remember?” she murmured against my neck as I yanked her skirts down to keep her warm.
“And?” I asked. “What did she say?”
She leaned back, meeting my eyes.
“She said there’s nothing wrong with me. The reason my late husband never got me pregnant was him, not me. She also said that if we don’t want to have children anytime soon, then we should do something to not get pregnant because now that I finally have a real man to bed me properly, you’ll breed me in no time.” She laughed. “Her words, not mine.”
I fingered the end of her braid where my courting ribbon was tied into a pretty sparkling bow.
“Do you want to have a baby, Khala?” I asked.
I hoped to be a father one day, but it wasn’t just my decision to make.
“With you?” Her smile brightened. “Yes, Grat, I definitely do.”
“Well, then I’ll have to do what Granny Magra said and breed you.” I hugged her to me, nuzzling the side of her neck as she giggled. “How about right now?”
