Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
The moment the restraints on his wrists were gone, Samir was moving, his vision narrowed to the male still restrained to the medical bed.
“Your Highness, wait—you can’t—”
Ignoring the noise (there was someone else there, but he didn’t care), Samir straddled the male’s powerful thighs and fumbled at the dark fabric separating him from his prize. He finally managed to open it and pulled out a hard, throbbing length. The male under him arched, growling and fucking into his hand, his powerful body surging into a sitting position as the restraint on his left wrist was removed.
Someone yelped in pain. “Your Majesty, I’m just trying to help—let me release your other hand—” There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh hard, and then the annoying voice finally shut up, allowing Samir to focus only on his mate. His mate wrapped a muscular arm around him, crushing them together, and Samir moaned in approval, his aching nipples rubbing against the hard chest. There was the annoying fabric in the way again, but the pressure and friction still felt so good, their crotches grinding together. It felt so good, but it still wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He wanted his mate’s cock. He wanted to be ploughed. Pumped full of his mate’s seed.
His mate growled in approval, clearly sensing his thoughts, his hard cock becoming very slick in Samir’s hand, ready for the mating. Then he was yanking Samir’s pants down, fabric tearing.
Samir squirmed in impatience until he finally felt a hot, hard cock between his naked cheeks. Yes, please. The slippery head bumped against his hole, smearing its lubricant over it. Samir whined desperately, bearing down until the cockhead finally pushed inside him. It was so big. The stretch hurt, but Samir didn’t mind. He wanted it. He wanted the cock deeper. He wanted to be filled to the brim.
And then he was.
In one hard thrust, he was fully seated on the enormous cock. A high-pitched noise left his lips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. So full. So damn full. It was delicious. He was shaking all over, craving more of this feeling, craving to be ploughed and bred.
His mate growled and toppled them over, somehow managing to do it despite his restrained right wrist. His strength sent a sharp spark of arousal and delight through Samir’s body. A strong breeder would produce strong young. (Breeder? Young? Something about those thoughts was odd.)
The brief uncertainty in Samir’s mind was wiped away by a hard thrust of the cock in him. He whined, spreading his legs wider. His mate’s weight on him was crushing, but it felt so good, to feel so small and helpless as an enormous cock moved inside him, bringing a mix of pain, pleasure, and bone-deep satisfaction. This was right, getting bred. His stomach was going to be round and full with his breeder’s seed. The thought sent a huge thrill through his body, and Samir moaned, pushing back on the cock in him, needing it, needing more, deeper, harder. The breeder was grunting on top of him, ploughing him just like he wanted. Almost—almost there—
Whining, Samir grabbed his mate’s hard buttocks, keeping him deep inside him as he clenched around the cock in him before an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over him. “Ah!” he cried out, the strength of his orgasm wiping his mind clean.
His mate groaned and, after a few more thrusts, spilled deep inside him. Samir hummed in approval, reveling in the feeling of wetness and mess. Mmm… hopefully he had been bred.
Bred…
Bred?
He felt the man on top of him go rigid just as Samir’s eyes flew open.
They stared at each other in stunned shock before springing apart, both of them cursing. Even the pain in his ass wasn’t enough to distract Samir from the enormous, mind-blowing realization that he’d just been fucked by Warrehn’ngh’zaver, a man who hated him and a man he very much didn’t like.
“What the fuck was that?” Warrehn bit out, yanking on his fly to get it fixed.
His face hot, Samir couldn’t even look at him. He was still trying to fix his own clothes when someone on the floor moaned.
Samir froze, wide-eyed, and stared at the man lying by the bed. It took him a moment to recognize Doctor Jihan. Great. So not only had he fucked his king, he’d fucked him in the presence of one of the most famous healers on the planet.
There was a trickle of blood by the doctor’s head. “Are you all right, Doctor?” Samir said, bending down to the poor man and immediately regretting it as a dull pain shot through his ass. He grimaced. He was lucky that males of their species had penises that produced a lot of lubrication or it would have been much, much worse, considering the size of Warrehn’s cock.