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“Good boy,” I say, guiding my shaft into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed when he tastes me, his tongue lapping up the pre-cum dripping from my slit. Sliding a hand into his brown hair, I guide him forward, his lips gliding down my cock until I’m halfway in and he’s gagging, his throat contracting around my length.

I growl, the pleasure incredible. The vision of him on his knees, sucking my cock, even better. Caspian rests his hands palms up on his thighs, beautiful in his submission. He wants me to be a monster, to take him and control him. Knot him and breed him. And I will do it all anytime he wants.

He remains still as I rut into his mouth, pulling all the way out and then slamming back in as far as he can manage. Spit spills down his chin and neck and the sight just about undoes me. I pull out, tipping his head up so that we’re eye to eye.

“Stand up and put your hands against the tree. I’m going to fuck you now, sweet mate.”

“Yes, please.” He stands on wobbly legs, turning to press his palms to the bark. There’s mud on his feet, but he seems to be handling it okay. I’ll clean him up as soon as we’re done here. Maybe I’ll run him a bath, wash his hair and every inch of his body. I love the idea of wrecking him with my cock and then caring for him until he’s sleepy and relaxed and thinking only of me.

Caspian arches his back, sticking out his ass. A perfect offering that I take with a grin, slicking up my cock with pre-cum and pulling his cheek to the side with one hand. His hole is just as pretty as I remember, and as I bring the tip of my cock to it, he flexes it. I press in, slowly at first, warm heat engulfing me. My free hand rests on his lower back and I run a single claw up his spine to the nape of his neck, working myself deeper as I do. His skin pebbles and he moans, please falling from his lips.

“I will not last long,” I admit, the tingles of an orgasm already building at the base of my spine. “And I will knot you. Lock you tightly on my cock.” I kiss the back of his neck, pull out, and then slowly, torturously slide back into his warm heat. “Your hole will stretch around me. But you’ll take me like a good boy, won’t you, human?”

“Ye-yes,” Caspian rumbles. One hand drops from the tree, and he reaches behind him and rests it over the one I have on his hip. “Please.”

“Because you’re my mate, Caspian.” I move in him, circling my hips, then rutting in and out of him faster and faster with each pass. “Your hole was made to take me. My cock made only for you.”

His body shakes, a slight tremble beneath the skin.

“Yes, Sir. I’m yours, Sterling. Knot me.”

Something in me snaps, my restraint, the part I’ve been holding back because he’s a fragile human, suddenly breaks. I pull out, and with supernatural speed, twist him around and sink back inside him, then lead us over to a large fallen log and settle down, spreading his legs on either side of me. Once he’s sitting in my lap, I slide my arms under the backs of his knees, lift them and drive up into him.

Caspian whimpers, his head falling forward, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. His lips trail up the side of my neck, over my gills, which only makes me thrust into him harder. He licks over the openings before his teeth sink into the spot below them, a sharp sting racing through me as he latches on, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Warmth flows through me, a tight sensation starting at the base of my spine as my knot rises, stretching the skin around my cock. Caspian mewls, biting harder. My knot grows to its full girth, locking us together, and my cockhead swells until it’s pressing heavily against the soft spot inside my mate. He cries out, and I fuck into him with abandon, knot pulling at his rim, cock working inside him like I’m trying to fuse us together. I swipe my tail between us, rubbing it over his cock and balls.

“Fuck! Sterling!” He throws his head back, baring miles of fair skin to me, his pulse visible at the side of his neck. I rub my tail over his nipples, down his stomach, and then toy with his cock again. He groans and cums, his spend coating his stomach and catching in the hair around it. Fire burns hot in my veins and I lift his legs higher and thrust upward, my tail wrapping around his back, pinning him to me. I come with a shout, knot pulsing, cum coating his tight channel.

Caspian hums, body satiated, head lulling on his shoulders as I release his legs, leaving them to rest on either side of me. My tail tightens, pulling him forward so there is no space between us, and then I kiss him, telling him how much he means to me with every swipe of my tongue.

My cock throbs and Caspian grinds his hips on my lap, the sweetest noises passing his lips as his body is rattled with aftershocks, my swollen cock still dragging against his walls and drawing a smaller, less intense orgasm from him.

“So full.” He lifts his hips, feeling the pull of my knot on his rim, then sinks down. The movement has me releasing into him again, every part of me oversensitive now, alive with sensation. Caspian does it again, a smile lifting on his lips.

I clamp my clawed hands on his waist.

“You have to stop, my beautiful mate, or we will be stuck here all night.”

With the end of my tail, I tease his cock, swiping it through the cum dripping down his shaft.

“You’re not playing fair.” Caspian leans forward and kisses me, slow and gentle. Then he leans his head on my shoulder, a soft breath tickling my skin.

“What will happen to me when you leave?” he asks, his voice thick and sleepy. I pull back so that I can look at him, at his soft features and his eyelashes, like butterflies fluttering in the wind.

“What do you mean? I’m not leaving you.”

He nuzzles against me. “But I will grow old, and you will always be-” he lifts a hand and waves it before it falls down to land between us. “Unless I can become like you?”

The question hangs between us and I open my mouth to reply but then close it again, unsure what the correct thing to say is. Could I turn him? I don’t know for sure. I’ve seen it done with other monsters and humans, so possibly. But would he truly want that?

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down. Can we go home now?”

I run a hand through his sweaty hair.

“Soon, my love.”

We sit in quiet, comfortable silence for a while longer. The sky darkens and thunder rumbles, closer this time. My knot deflates and I help Caspian to his feet, handing him his shirt and joggers that he pulls on. He sits on the edge of the log, looking down at his socks and shoes that are muddy from our earlier chase. Without a word, I place a finger under his chin and tip his head upwards, then I lean down and press my lips to his. Snaking an arm around him, I lift him off the log. His legs wrap around my waist and I hold him tightly, not breaking the kiss, one hand resting at the nape of his neck.

“I will carry you home.”