CHAPTER SEVEN
Breeding
I spotted the change in his expression. It was as if his entire face morphed at once into an animal that I no longer recognized as my caring, patient Dolphus.
"Ashira..."
He growled my name as his fist closed around my hair. Warning bells chimed in my brain and I instinctively reacted by trying to break free of his grasp. "No, please..."
I turned away from him to claw at the ground, but it was a useless effort, and the exact wrong thing to do, for I had put myself in the position that he sought.
"Please, Dolphus..."
My pleas were ignored. Dolphus was focused on one thing only. My scent. It was as he'd described to me numerous times. He would not be gentle. And he wouldn't stop until I was impregnated or the season had passed.
I knew it was foolish to fight it, to fight him, but my instincts took over. With my face shoved firmly into the ground, I couldn't look at him to remind myself that this was Dolphus and not some wild beast. His growls, his violent handling of me, even the scent he threw off was different, somehow. My mind whirled in confusion, dancing between fear and blind anger.
Then he was on top of me. His legs parting my thighs so that he could more easily gain entrance. I made it difficult for him by squirming this way and that, but in the end, I knew I would lose. He was stronger than me and motivated by a force that I scarcely understood.
In one swift motion, he speared me with his monstrous cock. All of our previous encounters had felt nothing like this. It was as if I were being split in two. I shrieked, the sound muffled by the ground, and this just seemed to spur him on even more.
He didn't wait for my insides to accommodate his massive girth before beginning his relentless, brutal pounding. It was raw and so painful at first that tears flooded my cheeks. His pace quickened to a blistering speed and I felt myself beginning to lose consciousness from it.
He tilted my head so that my neck was exposed and bent over me to take my flesh between his teeth, never once interrupting his breakneck rhythm. My fingers released their grip on the ground and all the fight in me subsided at once. Without realizing the meaning behind my instinctual response to him, I was submitting to his will. I was accepting him as a mate.
My insides coiled in an instant and exploded in climax around his cock. It was so sudden, I had not prepared for it. I gasped for air, pushing my backside against his pummeling pelvis to deepen the contact still.
Dolphus groaned his approval and released the death grip he'd had on my neck and hair to allow me better purchase to push against him. We worked together in a frenzied state, bringing my second climax, an even stronger one, crashing down upon me. Seconds later, Dolphus reached his apex and joined me, releasing a flood of searing hot semen deep into my womb.
Unlike our previous times, his ejaculation went on for several long seconds, releasing much more fluid. I was amazed by the volume. It flooded my insides, the excess flowing down my inner thighs to soak the ground beneath us.
When at last the flood slowed to a trickle, I waited for him to retreat. I began to move away but he pulled my hips firmly against his pelvis. His cock still stiff inside me, he nuzzled my ear. It was the first sign of affection he'd shown since he first began his assault.
"We are not finished."
I didn't expect the breeding to end, but I assumed that he would need time to recover before going again. I was wrong. He only waited to catch his breath before resuming his pumping.
I hissed from the sting. Our momentary break and my descent from climax brought my awareness back to my sore channel. How was I going to endure the season if only one time made me hurt this much?
But just a few dozen strokes later, I was climbing to another climax, the pain long forgotten in favor of the delicious quickening of my core. I was not a satyress in heat, but I was a Baltian woman. Lustful by nature. With a hunger for sex that bordered on obsession. Only a Baltian man would understand my lascivious behavior and be capable of slaking my lust. Or a satyr who happened to be three-quarters Baltian.
We rutted there on that hard ground until the sun was low in the sky and the chill of the approaching night made my body tremble uncontrollably. Being severely weakened by the physical exertion and numerous releases, I struggled to walk on my own, leaning on Dolphus for assistance as we made our way toward the den. It was a marvel to me that Dolphus was able to manage us both. His energy and stamina was enviable.
Once in the den, we both drank. I was barely able to shove a handful of pine nuts into my mouth before Dolphus mounted me again. Each time he re-entered me, the ache returned until it was once again replaced with pleasure. Over and over again, throughout the night and wee hours of the morning. Dolphus didn't eat, and barely paused to drink water and urinate. I was the sole object of his attention.
It was tiring. My muscles ached, the wounds from our initial struggle constantly being reopened from scraping against the floor, the bed, the ground outside, the stone lip of the watering hole, whatever surface happened to be beneath us when he took me. I was bleeding and bruised and weary, but didn't care about any of it.
For the first time in my life, I was truly happy. Blissed-out, in fact. It was like I had discovered this perfect drug to which I was totally addicted. I can describe it in no other terms because nothing compared to it.
I had never expected to love mating season. It was my obligation to Dolphus, my job, my single duty as his slave. I was expected to comply, not required to love it or even like it. But somehow I did.
Just as quickly as it started, it was over. I woke up in bed, having gotten several hours of uninterrupted sleep to find Dolphus attacking the food stores like a ravenous beast. All propriety aside, he was shoving handfuls of nuts, leaves, and vegetables into his mouth, barely even noticing that I was sitting up in bed gaping at him.
"Have I lost you to food?"
Dolphus motioned for me to join him. He managed a single word with a full mouth. "Eat."
I ambled toward him, coaxing my sore muscles to work. My unruly hair shed pine needles and dead reeds of grass over the ground as I walked. I was thankful for having no reflection around to spy just how dreadful I appeared. A cursory glance down my torso and over my limbs revealed more bruises, scrapes and dirt than I had ever seen on my body, and I could tell from the debris falling from my mane that my hair must've been the largest rat's nest in the world. I was a mess.
Dolphus didn't seem to notice or mind, however. He admired me as I approached, even as he shoved fistfuls of food into his mouth. But his member was no longer erect and swollen, indicating that his admiration was not to be followed-up with the rough hammering I'd grown so fond of receiving. Instead he pulled me to sitting between his splayed thighs so that my back rested against his chest, and then proceeded to feed me.
"I can feed myself, you may remember."
"I remember that you eat like a bird."
"I do not. I just get tired of the same thing."
"Tomorrow I will go find you some fresh fruit. Would you like that, my sweet?"
I smiled as I craned my neck around to check his expression. His sudden affectionate demeanor was almost jarring after the previous activity. "You know I would. I love fruit."
"Good. Then I shall bring back as much as I can carry. Several times per week until you are tired of it."
"I'll get fat that way."
"Yes. That is the plan."
