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Cryptid Monster Hunts and Breeds Me Bundle{/b}

A Monster Erotica Incest

4 Short Story Bundle

T. A. BEAU

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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#1: Squat-Riding Professor Nessie Until He Breeds Me4

#2: Werewolf Shifter Brother's Best Friend Knots and Breeds Me27

#3: My Bigfoot Boyfriend Hunts and Breeds Me In The Woods48

#4: Boss Daddy Yeti Breeds Me on Christmas Eve66

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#1: Squat-Riding Professor Nessie Until He Breeds Me

A Monster Erotica Short Story with Hunting/Primal and Breeding.

WORD COUNT: 6400 words

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Kate is spending a semester abroad in Scotland researching the Loch Ness monster for her art portfolio. She finds out that there's truth to the legend when she stalks her Folklore professor like a love-sick teenager. Professor Lochlan Clarkness turns out to be more than knowledgeable about the monster he teaches about.

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I probably shouldn’t be doing this. No, ‘probably’ leaves room for me to be right. I definitely shouldn’t be stalking my attractive professor through the woods when everyone else in the program is back at the hotel or in their assigned area working on art, history, or other folklore-based pieces. But ‘should’ and ‘shouldn’t’ clearly don’t stop me.

Not when it comes to enigmatic Dr. Lochlan Clarkness. He’s intriguing, inspiring, and stands out in a way that I just can’t ignore. He’s definitely not what I thought I’d be getting when I was connected with him. No Loch Ness monster expert should look like him.

His thick dark hair, his dense yet lean muscle. He is so tall and charming, with a warmth in his Scottish accent that makes me want to kick my feet and giggle when it’s focused on me. Not to mention those sky-blue eyes. That would be enough to make me stupid.

Though his random disappearances and the way no one in town seems to want to talk with to make me curious, he might as well be a cryptid himself. After drawing what people have described as the Loch Ness monster over and over, I’m curious to put Dr. Clarkness’s secrets down on a canvas.

“Fuck, Kate, what are you doing?” I ask myself again as I try to avoid the larger downed sticks in the wood.

Apparently, summer in Scotland is stifling and overwhelming. I normally don’t have any problem hiking. I stay in good shape and that’s shown in my flat belly, toned legs and arms, and delicate curves. But I’m exhausted and feel like I need to stop to catch my breath.

The reminder that I’m not alone with animal noises that I can’t place and the sharp wind that makes branches rub together keep me moving despite wanting to stop. If it was night and I was hearing all this, there’s no way I’d keep going, but seeing Dr. Clarkness-Lochlan-moving ahead keeps me on the chase.

That too-knowing smile, the effortless way he’s guided my hand over books, the long hours of him talking about the lore with me in a quiet study, just the two of us. I shake my head and feel my cheeks burn hotter than the sun.

I’m imagining things. I’m sure of it. I’m barely 21, and he’s 28. I’m here for one semester and he’s a professor. There’s no way that he feels anything for me.

“Shit!” I hiss as I slip off a rock and nearly twist my ankle between two of them.

Turning back sounds smart. It’s exactly what I should do. Even though it’s summer, there’s a lingering dampness here, like the wind is blowing water from the lake onto the earth. It’s slippery, I have no idea how to get back and...

“Fucking hell, seriously?” I moan. Lochlan is gone. I do a 360 just in case. Nope. I can’t see him.

Which means I have no clue where to go. I could turn around but didn’t keep track of the twists and turns (like a dummy). The only thing to do is head towards the lake where I can actually see and then-

A high-pitched, almost whale-like sound echoes. I blink a few times. What the fuck would make that sound in Scotland? I’m not close enough to the sea for it to be a whale. Another roar erupts, this one sharper with an edge like a growl.

Goosebumps chase a cold shiver down my spine and I run. Scotland's forests aren’t that dense. I’ve only been walking for about twenty minutes, I’ll find my way out and do it fast.

“Good luck, Lochlan,” I call over my shoulder as if he can hear me.

I try to keep my panic in check, try to push down the fear of the gnarled branches trying to grab at me, the animals rustling and snorting around me, the wind scraping branches together until I’m sure some flying beast is going to pick me up and steal me from everything I know.

Some large animal moves just past a thicket in front of me, so I turn and sprint, trying to leap over branches and dodge around thorny bushes that want to rip me open. Nothing here is right. Not a damn thing.

“Artists don’t belong in the wilderness, honey,” my mom had said before I left. “Why can’t you stay home and work on pieces online like everyone else?”

“Doesn’t matter where she goes, no money in art,” my dad had replied.

Of course, that had sounded a whole lot like a challenge when I was in my own familiar home, happily looking at the option to spend a semester abroad, which was covered by my scholarship. Now, my parents' words feel like warnings that only stupid people in horror movies ignore.

And just like in a horror movie, I catch one foot on an upraised root and tumble through a sharp bush and over the rocky terrain. I gasp and try to catch my breath once my world stops tumbling like a washer’s spin cycle. I stare at the sky for a moment and rub the back of my head. I brace for agony, and I lift myself up and only find that my ankle’s tweaked.

It’s not broken, not even swollen-yet.

Another roar pierces the calm day, and birds shriek as they fly overhead. They have to be going deeper into the woods right? That’s what birds do when scared... or something. So I’ll just go in the opposite direction and be perfectly fine. That’s how I’ll save myself.

I hobble that way, pushing aside low branches, carefully rounding thorn bushes, and taking my time because there’s nothing crashing behind me. It doesn’t ease that base need I feel to rush, to run, to get free no matter the cost.

“Just had to ignore an option for a nice easy lunch to walk around some fucking woods and stalk my professor. Really good choice, Kate. Excellent decision making. Like you’ve never seen a horror movie or a show that starts off with someone stupid doing exactly this,” I grumble.

I keep talking to myself, trying to make light of things until I edge around a particularly large bush with something running and chittering inside it just to roll into a lake. I blink at it in confusion. The water laps at the shore, and a few large boulders frame the scene, but overall... it’s utterly calm.

The opposite of my racing heart.

For half a second, I feel stupid, sure I’m just hearing things, that I got scared by some moose or stag call and hurt myself, got scraped up and anxious for no reason. It’s not like there are wolves or panthers or bears in Scotland. What was I even...

My whole body freezes, ice sliding along my veins despite the temperature and sweat on my skin. From behind the boulder, I see Dr. Lochlan Clarkness emerge from the water. He exhales and dips himself back in, and then I notice the changes. His thick dark hair matts down his neck, and his eyes seem larger, different, almost all black with an unnatural watery shine to them. His skin glitters, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say his muscular shoulders and arms are scaled. Something greenish black. The scales continue over his impressive pecs and toned abs, covering his sides and following the adonis cut of his body. His mouth seems wider, lips thinner.

And despite already being six foot four on a normal day, I swear he’s larger. Bulkier in some ways. I shake my head. “How hard did I hit my head?”

Hard enough that my mind is melting. I’m damn sure of that. But as he continues emerging from the water, I realize that he’s not really... walking. And if that black and dark green shimmery, thick tail is anything to go off, he’s not really human either.

I try to tell my legs to run, but they won’t move. I can’t look away. Lochlan Clarkness. Loch Clarkness. Dr. Loch Ness. No. There’s no way. I have to be insane because my Loch Ness Folklore professor can’t actually be the monster. That’s insanity. My core tightens and I shake my head.

“No, no,” I breathe.

Maybe I’m just having a mental break. I’ve been so focused on seeing the real monster to find out which description is real. Is it some forgotten dinosaur left in the last ice age? Is it a dragon-snake like creature, some black demon that’s more like a large seal? I’ve heard plenty of options. I had a weird sex dream about some weird human-dinosaur hybrid after a particularly late night studying the lore and the drawings, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

Lochlan moves into shallower water, revealing he doesn’t have legs. Not at all. Instead, he has a long, powerful, snake-like tail that has to be six feet long on its own, but he’s definitely still a man. I can’t ignore the intense, slick cock he has. It’s large and heavy, with a clear ridge on the top, and I swear it twitches under my gaze.

When strong, long fingers wrap around the cock, I notice that his fingers are webbed and there’s a fin extending from his wrist to elbow, the mossy green opaque material stretched between what looks like black spines.

My eyes lift to Lochlan’s, but his were blue and these are black and I am done.

“Nope,” I dismiss before turning and running.

I can’t do this, won’t do this. Nessie-the myth-apparently never hurt anyone, but Lochlan doesn’t seem to have gotten that message; I hear a snarling bellow behind me and turn sharply, jumping over a fallen tree.

“Kate,” my name has never sounded more haunting, but now it’s coming from the side. I change directions, sprint, then stop behind a tree. My face is damp, my legs are shaking. Lochlan calls me again. “Done running already, Kate?”

“Leave me alone!” I yell.

I swear he laughs, but the sound doesn’t sound right. It’s predatory and low, a threat. So I run again. I make it to some little pond and see Lochlan there, his tail disappearing in the water as he watches me. There’s something eager and hungry in his eyes. He licks his lips, his tongue far too long and definitely not human. He rolls out his neck, and I see gills disappear, but the second he moves towards me, I run off again.

“I’m going to catch you, Kate. No matter how you run,” he promises.

It’s not exactly mocking, but there’s a sense of sadistic glee, and I picture his snake-like smile as he says it.

No matter where I run his voice, his shadowy silhouette, his bellow haunts me. And his laughter has gotten more and more obvious.

“I think you’re enjoying the chase. Do you want me to catch you, lass?” he teases.

“Leave me alone!” I yell.

“Aye. I’d do just that, but you dinnae want me to,” he replies, far too close.

I jump, change direction, and consider climbing a tree, but no branches are low enough. Eventually, I just... I just can’t run anymore. My legs won’t carry me.

“Kate,” his bellow shakes some trees. I dart forward into a clearing and try to make myself small near one of the bushes.

My legs are exhausted. I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m just a hysterical, confused mess. None of this is possible. It’s not real. I wanted Nessie to be real, but I didn’t think it would be real like this. All the comics I’d seen of Nessie made it seem gentle and shy. Not...not like a hunter.

A deep inhale warns me. I stand up, but Lochlan is right there on the other side of the bush. His eyes turn to me, and I fall backward, slowly crawling away without taking my eyes off him.

When I get too far away, or he’s tired of chasing me, the tip of his long, scaly tail brushes my injured ankle. I whimper and his tail coils around the other, jerking me closer and holding me in place as he slithers forward, cock much, much harder now, bigger. It takes effort to look away. My gaze moves up his belly, his belly button, the clearly defined scales that look slick like a fish’s, all the way to his feral black gaze.

“I caught you, now I keep ya,” he says, his Scottish accent thicker than I’ve ever heard. “A bonnie lass indeed.”

He sniffs the air, and his eyes sharpen as he focuses on my body. A low, rumbling echo of the roar he’s been taunting me with slips between his mouth. He leans forward as I cringe back, then licks across my face. His tongue is thick and pointed but longer than I expect. He licks over my cheek, then follows my jaw before teasing my lips.

When I realize I should be pushing him away, it’s too late. He has one hand between my breasts and is nearly on top of me. When I put my hand on his shoulder, I freeze. I focus on my hand; the slick yet scratchy scales are a confusing mix. I run my fingers over them the right way and a low sound echoes through his chest as his tongue teases my throat.

Why is he hotter like this? All feral and beastly and... half-monstrous? Is it because I’m a severely confused and fucked up person, or is it something else? Something pulses low in my belly, and I tremble.

Another low snarl leaves his throat, and he pushes his scaly self between my legs. He could wrap his whole tail around my body, from ankle to waist, and he would probably still be able to grip my breast with the tip. The thought makes me shiver, and whatever I feel seems to make him more feral and full of hunger and desire.

“Kate,” he hisses my name, low and threatening, but with an edge that sounds like...desire.

His cock twitches against my thigh and I whimper. I should be screaming. I should run. I should...do so many things other than just stare at this man as his face starts to shift. His eyes growing, mouth stretching wider on one side to reveal sharp teeth. His tongue retracts as he leans towards me. One set of gills reappears on his neck and a fan-like fin appears just behind his ear as scales spread over his face.

“Mine.”

“Wait, wait, just... just...” I can’t seem to make words come out. His snakelike tail coils further around my leg, and the thick tip-the size of two of my fingers-teases the hem of my shorts. “Whoa, Dr. Clarkness.”

He cocks his head to the side as if he doesn’t immediately recognize his name, then he grins. “Lochlan, Kate. As I’ve said.”

“Lochlan, I need you to explain just... everything,” I whimper, still torn between lust and fear. The tip of his tail stroking the inside of my thigh impatiently, occasionally dipping under my shorts, isn’t helping.

“I know you’ve been following me. I know you’re curious,” he purrs. “All about cryptids.”

“I...”

He cups one of my breasts with a hand, squeezing and massaging until my nipple hardens. I whimper, and he drags me closer, his webbed fingers pulling at my shirt to touch my side and down to my hip with an appreciative sound leaving his throat.

“Ask. I’ll answer,” he orders.

“Um...” I can’t think with his hands on me, his tail tracing the seem of my panties where it meets my thigh, his tongue lightly flicking over my pulse point. “Um, how many of you are there?”

“I’m not good enough for you, Kate?” he asks with a chuckle as he leans in closer, pushing me to the ground as he hovers over me, one hand planted by my head as the other drags my shirt up my body so his fingers trace my lacy bra. “I’m gonna overwhelm you, lass.”

I shudder and squirm, not sure if I want more or less of his touch. He growls and runs his nose over my cheek. I swallow. “Um, do you... do you only need water to shift?”

“Is loch specific. This lake makes it possible to control the change,” he answers. “You smell so damn good, feel even better.”

“How-how old are you?” I ask, trying not to get distracted even though his tail is teasing me, nearly slipping under my panties.

“As old as I said,” he answers, licking up my throat and leaving a hot, damp wake. “Twenty-eight. I age like a human.”

“And-”

He grips my breast and rubs his tail over my panties, tracing my slit so I gasp and let out a breathy moan instead. When my eyes clash with his, I know he didn’t miss it. We stare at one another intently, and he growls, low and feral.

I don’t know if it’s a mix of adrenaline, curiosity, and the lust I’ve been harboring for the professor I’ve come to know or some kind of fear response. Still, I can’t think about anything but his slick touch, the way his scales rub across my skin, tantalizing me in an unfamiliar way. His touch is... not new, but the tail, the all-consuming desire in his eyes, that’s very new and very intense.

“Lochlan,” I whimper.

“Kate,” he asks. “An artist like you wants first-hand experience, aye? To sketch, to be inspired by. You have it.”

“But you’re... on top of me, and I don’t have my sketchbook and... and...” I think words are actually fleeing from my mind the more turned on I get. His tail flicks over my panties again, and I’m sure he knows how wet I am, that he can feel it-scales or not.

My nipple hardens as he circles his thumb around it. The mix of lace and scales is too much. Delicate and intense. I just can’t... I can’t focus, can’t breathe, just want to give in.

“You chased me,” I whimper.

“Aye,” he answers in my ear before nuzzling my throat. His tongue slicks over my collarbone, the wet tip teasing my cleavage before he gives me a long, languid lick. “And you enjoyed it, naughty lass.”

“I... I didn’t,” I lie.

“Your body calls to me. Your scent,” he groans, and that horrible, wonderful tip of his tail teases my clit with a series of fast flicks that make me bite my bottom lip. “Aye, you’re turned on. Ovulating. Perfect.”

“You can smell-”

“Smell, feel, hear it in your fecking voice,” he snarls, pinching my nipple until my back arches to give him more. “It’s been so long since I’ve had sex. Longer since this shape had sex.”

The moan that leaves my throat proves he’s won. I can’t run away now, not with my shaking legs and hot body. I’m wet, I’m desperate, every teasing touch has me so worked up that I can’t think straight and I don’t even care! I just want more of him.

His tail disappears from my clit, then he grinds against me so I can feel his shaft. That ridge that promises more pleasure moves over the seam of my shorts. I look down and realize exactly how big he is. Too big. He has to be at least eleven inches long and so thick I think he’ll split me in two.

“But... um...” I whimper.

“You want me, lass. Sweet, bonnie Kate. Wanted me as a human and ye want me now,” he snarls.

When his tail slips into my bra to coil around my breast while the tip teases and plays with my nipple, all I can do is nod. Right or wrong, fucked up or natural, I want him. My panties are drenched with my own wetness, and my body is humming with need. Lochlan leans in, and slicks his tongue over my lips, then draws back before I can kiss him.

“Show me, Kate,” he orders.

“What?”

He releases me entirely, and I whine. I want his touch, scaly and cool, slick and refreshing as the lake he just left. I want it all. I want him. He eyes my clothing. “Strip or I’ll rip your clothes right off ya. You’ll walk back naked.”

That’s enough to get me up and moving. I wiggle out of my shorts, take off my shirt, my panties, and my bra, and pile them on a rock, hoping they won’t get dirtier. Two hands spread over my hips, and I feel Lochlan’s ridged cock grind against my ass, then my lower back. He hums in my ear. “Good girl.”

A little moan leaves my throat.

“Are you going to run again? Make me hunt you down so I can fuck you like an animal?” the blatant excitement in his voice turns me on, but I shake my head as my legs shake. He chuckles.

He turns me around and lays me down on a bed of grass as he drinks me in. My curves are moderate compared to other women, I know that. I have b-cup breasts and a pert, round butt that suits my size, but I’m barely five foot two. Even when he was human, he was more than a foot taller than me, now... I have no clue how this is going to work.

Lochlan trails his scaly hands over my breasts, along my belly, and to my thighs. His tail wraps around my ankle, and he jerks me forward. He licks his lips. “So fecking wet.”

Talking during sex has never been something I’m good at, so all I do is nod weakly. He grips my ass and lifts me until I’m sure he’s going to get me fully upside down. He stops once I’m resting on my shoulders, then runs his nose along the inside of my thigh. I spread my legs further, wanting to tell him yes without saying a word.

His eyes flick to mine, and he licks over my pussy, his tongue wet and warm and so perfect that I moan as my eyes start to roll back. He makes a pleased sound as he explores me, teasing my clit, swirling his tongue around my entrance, all while his tail coils around my breasts. I glance at his tail and the figure 8 pattern it makes around my tits. I watch him squeezing and massaging until the tip focuses on my nipples. Every light brush, the circling motions that match how his tongue works on my clit, how perfectly he pairs every move while his hands keep digging into and palming my ass... it’s so good.

For a monster, he sure knows how to make a girl feel wanted. Just as I’m easing into how surprisingly gentle he’s being, he thrusts his tongue inside me. A sharp sound leaves my throat as I feel him swirl his thick tongue deep in my pussy, but he just keeps pushing it in, coiling it, folding it, working it in and out of me while his eyes stay on my face.

“Fuck!” I hiss.

He groans and licks the inside of my pussy before stuffing more of his tongue inside me. Somehow he folds it so he’s licking my clit every time he moves his tongue in and out of me. He laps, swirls, makes me dizzy with every foreign move until I feel my toes starting to curl.

The hungry, snarling sounds leaving his throat are too much, especially when my thighs scrape across his scaled arms, adding an edge of sharpness to the whole thing. His tail squeezes my tits to nearly the point of pain as he forces just about every inch of his tongue inside me, stretching my pussy as the tip of his tongue teases a spot so deep inside me that I don’t know whether I’m in ecstasy or pain.

Either way, I come, moaning Lochlan’s name and begging for more as my heel presses into the space between his shoulder blades to force him deeper into my pussy. He groans with me and thrusts the tip of his tail into my mouth.

I suck it obediently as he keeps working his tongue in me. I feel it overlapping, folding in on itself so it feels even thicker inside me as he laps and swirls and ruins my mind and my pussy. I don’t stop until I come again, then again.

It’s too much. My whole body is quivering and twitching, my pussy hurts from squeezing so hard, and the back-to-back orgasms have me tearing up. Lochlan lets me slump to the ground, then looks me over as he licks his lips.

“So fecking delicious. I could feast on you for days, Kate. Your sweet pussy, those moans...” He shakes his head as he looks me over.

He sinks down into a sitting position, then pulls me on top of him. I moan as I feel another ridge I didn’t notice. He has one running the length of his shaft on the top and one on the bottom. But he’s so big. I roll my hips on his shaft anyway, chasing the pleasure as the ridge rubs my clit perfectly.

“Loch,” I moan. “Loch, please.”

“Make me fit,” he dares, eying me with barely restrained need.

I lift myself up and squirm, then reach between us to spread my pussy. Lochlan groans at the view. He grips the underside of my thigh, holding me higher as his other hand grips my ass. The scales scraping across my skin, the slickness of my pussy, his gaze on me... it’s too overwhelming to think.

I just want more of him. I slowly sink on his cock. It slips right in front of my stomach from how wet I am. The ridges rubbing across my flat tummy draw my attention. The view of his cock against my stomach drives something feral through my blood. I secure my legs, the ache from twisting it from running away from the Loch Ness Monster long forgotten, and put my thighs to work. I hold his cock tighter, barely wrapping it all the way around, and line it up. It takes a couple of tries but I manage to take the head and moan.

My thighs burn but there’s no way I’m giving in now. My back arches and I roll my hips, drawing a hiss from the monster I’m fucking. He guides me down further, further, then pauses. I understand why. He’s pulsing inside me, stretching me like it’s my first time all over again. But stopping isn’t an option.

I need him. All of him. Inside me now.

“Kate,” he snarls.

I grip his shoulders, meet his eyes, then impale myself on him. He hits my cervix, making me moan with a mix of delirious pleasure and dulled pain. It should hurt more. That thought echoes in my head, but the roar that leaves his throat is so feral, so beautiful and being stretched around his cock feels too good. His beautiful face, now slick with sweat and wetness from the lake, twists in riotous pleasure. My pussy pulses at the sight, at being able to bring this creature of mystery such pleasure, and I’m sure I’m going to come after one thrust, but I don’t care.

“Fecking...” he trails off into a series of growls as I circle my hips experimentally. There’s still more of him, but I don’t think I can take it. I don’t care. I’m going to fit him however I can.

So I lift myself up, feeling those ridges drag along my walls and at all the best places. Then just as his head is about to pop out, I drop down on him. Hard! Over and over. I pick up the rhythm as his eyes watch me, his tongue slicking over my breasts, my face, then sliding between my lips so I can suck his tongue.

Lochlan snarls and presses his forehead to mine as he starts gingerly meeting my thrusts. His hand grips my hip and ass so hard, I’m sure I’m going to bruise, but he keeps the pace even and perfect. My head falls back as his tongue focuses on one nipple and his tail starts rubbing my clit in fast circles.

“Loch, please. Please! So fucking good. So big, so...” I can’t shut up, can’t explain how right he feels, how hot this is.

He slams into me, dragging a shocked moan from my throat before he does it again. His tail works into my mouth, so I taste myself as I try to blow him. He fucks me harder until I’m panting, my pussy squeezing. I’m right there, right on the edge, and when he uses the tip of his tail on my clit again, I yell his name while coming.

His dick pulses inside me and he growls as he grows even harder, even bigger. I whimper and grip his shoulders. “Loch!”

“It’s too much, lass. I’m gonna break you if-”

I force myself down on him harder, fitting him deeper inside me. My thighs shake, the muscles on the edge of giving up. My toes feel like they are about to snap in two from how hard I’m squat riding the Loch Ness Monster. But not yet… I can’t stop, won’t stop!

He snarls as he watches me, eyes narrowing, darkening as his fingers dig into me. I roll my hips as I bounce on him, feeling my tits sway, losing myself in how he feels.

My pussy is his, he owns it, has made it his, has stretched it for him and him alone. Even though my toes are curling from the last orgasm, and I’m exhausted from the whole experience, I want more. I’m addicted to him, to this, whatever it is.

“Kate,” he snarls as he starts fucking me harder, his abs tightening with every thrust while I bounce on him. I watch briefly where we are connected noticing our combined juices coating his thighs and my ass. My stomach bulges every time he is fully in me and I place a hand there to feel it!

“Fuck, just like that please…” This is beyond any wild dreams I’ve had about the main study for my art project. I’ve taken my obsession with the monster to a whole different level.

Lochlan’s tongue swivels across my cheek before probing open my mouth. I suck his tongue for a second before he works his tail back into my mouth, watching me suck my wetness off him. He groans. “My Kate. Mine. You’re my lass.”

I moan at the claim and nod, wrapping my arms around his neck to ride him harder and faster, the way we both need. He grips my thighs, holding me up a bit more so only my feet touch the ground. His eyes dip to where our bodies meet, and he lets out that feral roar again.

Looking down again, I can’t believe how I’m taking him. Seeing his dick so shiny with my wetness puts me on the edge all over again. His sexy body, this intensity, it’s the stuff of legends and I’d have to be stupid to give it up.

I blow his tail the way I wish I could blow him, and Lochlan lays me back, adjusting so he can pound into me the way I want. He holds my thighs apart wide to stuff even more of him inside me until I’m sure he’s trying to get into my womb.

His tongue flicks over my nipples, then his tail wraps around my throat, and he jerks me back as I whine and moan his name nonsensically. I don’t know what’s coming out of my mouth. I just know I need him to come. I can’t be done until he does. I want him to fill me up. To come again and again so I’m not left empty.