Defiant Necromancer (Book 2 stubbing July 3)

“You want me to get you pregnant?” Tybalt asked, his breath catching.

There was something undeniably erotic about the idea. It had been adding a sense of thrill to his encounters with Mariella recently, too. They were both going to be his wives, so he had no reason not to impregnate them.

“Yeah,” Vidalia said, her voice husky. “Um, breed me. Make me yours in the most primal way possible. You and I both know I’m yours forever, so breed me.”

Tybalt crouched down in front of Vidalia and captured her lips in a deep, elven style kiss. One of his hands roamed up and down her back, the other squeezing her thigh and edging closer to her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked as they separated. “Or are you just fantasizing?”

“Just fucking fantasizing? Me?”

“I know it got you hot and bothered, having Samara say those things…”

“And I was fantasizing it was me there, under you, moaning and begging for you to breed me. That’s what I want. It’s not a fantasy. It’s what sex is for. And I’m fertile tonight. I want you to put a little prince or princess in me.” Her eyes glowed slightly, and her voice changed, turning more ethereal, as she continued, “By the time I give birth to your child, you will already be a king.”

“All right then,” Tybalt said. His manhood felt so hard now that it lightly throbbed.

He pushed her onto her back.

Her thighs rubbed wetly together as she looked up at him. She bit her lip and opened her arms wide.

He looked down at her for a moment, intensely aroused, trying to fix this moment in his mind for all eternity.

“Come on in,” she coaxed. “The water’s fine.”

He crawled on top of her, and he saw the look of intense eagerness in her eyes. He pressed himself against her hot, wet opening, and her mouth opened in a little ‘O’ as if she had suddenly remembered that this was not just going to be a round of hot dream sex.

This was her real first time. It would be a little bit painful.

He pushed the tip in, and she let out a low moan.

“Mm,” he grunted.

Past the entrance, it was a difficult fit.

He pushed in a bit further and gritted his teeth.

So fucking tight. It was actually hard to push forward, as if he was drilling a hole into her rather than there being an existing opening. Even though he could feel how hot and wet she was for him. Like she was the wrong size. Too small. I’ll have to be really gentle.

“I love you,” she said softly.

Tybalt leaned in and kissed her as he pressed slightly further in.

“I love you too,” he whispered.

He rubbed her nipples with one hand, lifted and fondled her ass with the other, and pressed against what he knew was her hymen. There was a tense moment of hesitation from both of them. Then he pushed once, hard, and tore through.

She let out a little, pained grunt and then took a few deep breaths. He paused to let her reorient.

“Now - hah - I’m your - phew - woman for real,” she said. “No refunds. You’ve already… damaged me.” She smiled wickedly.

“I wouldn’t return you for anything,” Tybalt replied, kissing across her breasts. “You belong to me now. Every inch of you.”

“Mark me, then,” she said, her voice somehow sultry through the pain he could still see on her face. “Mark your territory. Fill me up, and show the whole world I’m yours. When they see me, and my pregnant body, they’ll see you. That I’m your property. Mark your fox bitch.”

He began slowly moving in and out of her. She was tight, even accounting for the fact that she’d been a virgin until now. It was still so difficult to move. Probably the tightest woman he’d ever been with, with her relatively slim build. He couldn’t plunge deep too quickly, and he didn’t want to. If he was too careless, he might hurt her and keep her from enjoying the rest of the night.

“You can - mm - finish quickly, if you want,” Vidalia said. “I’ll just get you - mm - back to being hard so you can fuck me again. More of your seed for my greedy pussy.”

“Mm, I love the dirty talk,” he said.

He noticed that as he moved in and out of her, she had quickly switched from an expression of pain to at least talking and looking at him like she was enjoying it. For Vidalia, it happened much more quickly than it had for Mariella.

But was that just for his benefit? Or maybe because Vidalia was already the hot, wet, horny mess that he had wanted her to turn into before they started…

“Yeah, ohhh, I know what you like,” the foxgirl replied. “No one knows you better than me. I’ll give you everything you want, darling. I love you so fucking much.” He thrust deeper into her, and she let out a little cry. “Fuck, that’s good!” She reached up to run one hand over his chest, licking her lips, while the other hand rubbed at her small breasts, playing with her nipples.

All right, actually enjoying it, then. Not faking.

He pulled her head up and joined his mouth with hers in a long kiss as he pushed deeper, touching new spots in her virgin territory.

“Mm, yeah, ohhh…” She moaned as her hips started humping back up into his. “Oh, give me your hot, sticky come, darling…”

“You’re really determined to make me come,” Tybalt said, his voice barely more than a grunt. “Even if you barely get to enjoy it.”

“That’s a competition, too, you know.”

“Not enjoying it?”

“Making you come inside me. I want to get pregnant before Mariella. I told you I want to have a little prince or princess… mm, your firstborn. I want to be your favorite wife and have your firstborn child. Ohh…”

Tybalt slowed, just as the foxgirl was starting to get heated. “Does Ella know it’s a competition?”

Vidalia shrugged, her breath coming out shakily, face flushed. “We didn’t say anything, but she has two mothers. She knows what that’s like. And it’s not like there’s a real prize.”

“Fine. But I’m not going to pick favorite wives.”

“Whatever you say, darling.” The foxgirl gave him a cocky smile. “But if I can please you better than the others, I’ll know it in my heart.”

What happened to you being insecure? Tybalt thought, smiling down at her.

He thrust in harder, and she let out a pleasurable cry.

“Time to go a little faster,” he said.

“Give it all to me,” she breathed. “Make me your property completely. Mark me so no other man even looks at me. Breed me.”

Tybalt could swear he felt himself grow a little harder at her words. He thrust into her with more force, and she bit her lip, that mingled pleasure and pain dancing across her face.

“Yeah, mm, use me, darling. Treat me like your favorite toy. Break me in.”

“You know that’s only a temporary solution, right?” he said as he thrust in again.

She knew exactly what he was talking about, and her eyes locked onto his, a wild look coming over her face.

“Just keep breeding me until I’m too old for other men to look at, then,” she replied in a slightly challenging tone. “Shouldn’t take more than twenty or thirty years. Just keep me - uh -pregnant all the time, so everyone knows how often you use my body. Ohh yeah. I belong to you, so - ohhh…” She let out a long moan as Tybalt bottomed out. “Yeah, so good. You like this, darling? Is it good for you?”

“I think you know,” he said, his voice barely more than a grunt.

“Yeah - mm - but I want you to say it.”

“You’re amazing, Vidalia,” he said as she clenched tight around him. “I’m having a great time.”

“Ohhh. Oh yeah? You - mm - like that! Yeah. Fuck me like that…”

He kept thrusting into her, their bodies getting into a rhythm. She squeezed her little breasts together as he kept going, moaning incoherently.

After another few minutes of this, he could tell she was getting close. Her passage squeezed hard around his shaft, and her back arched. She finally had to stop groping her own breasts, her fingernails leaving red scratches on her delicate skin.

“Oh yeah, oh gods!” she said.

“You like that?” he asked, pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting in again.

“Yeah, fill me deep,” she said. “I fucking love it. Harder. I’m about to - to - ohhh.” She humped into him once again, and then she clenched hard around him, her whole body shuddering. “Oh gods, Tybalt!” Her expression turned rapturous as she came.

He kept thrusting into her until she returned to herself, her exultant look shifting to a giddy smile. He slowed down a little as she spoke, the words coming in a rush.

“That was so much fucking better than I expected,” she said. “Mariella didn’t exaggerate what you can do. No way is once going to be enough…”

“She told you about sex with me?”

“Just that it was great… Come on, don’t slow down now, you don’t need to try and pace yourself. I’ll make you hard again after you come. So give it to me harder. You already broke me. I can take it. Mark your little fox bitch with that big dick.”

“You don’t want me to be gentle?”

“Fuck that. Wear me out. I want to feel you in the morning and all day tomorrow.”

He accelerated, slamming into her as hard and fast as he could, groping her little breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers, squeezing lightly at her throat, fondling her big fox ears roughly, almost like handles, and lifting her up by her hips and ass so he could use both his arm and leg muscles to add force to his thrusts.

Her hands wandered mischievously, one rubbing up and down his bare chest and stomach, the other cupping his balls, squeezing his ass, caressing his thighs.

And her mouth kept busy with dirty talk.

“Yeah, oh, fill me with your seed,” she said. “You’re the king, and I’m - mm - part of your territory. Come on, mark me…”

He thrust into her as hard and fast as he could, their hips slapping together loudly.

Her inner walls squeezed him, suddenly even hotter and tighter, the tightest grip he had ever felt around his shaft. He could tell she was actively trying, her fingers gripping the sheets, teeth clenched. She was working her lower muscles, trying hard to please him with her body, even though it was her first time.

He thrust a few more times, and finally, he finished inside her.

Their bodies came together, both panting. He allowed his head to dip onto the pillow beneath hers.

That was…

“So hot,” she murmured. “I love your hot come inside me.”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips, which she returned much more passionately. They kissed for a few seconds, tongues tangling. Then she pushed him off, gently but firmly.

She pulled off of him surprisingly quickly, then turned around and laid down on her stomach. He saw the mix of blood and semen all over his shaft and leaking from her now slightly gaping entrance, and then his eyes were drawn up to her tight, shapely ass. She had lifted her tail, maybe to give him a better view of the rear angle.

“Are you… ready to go to sleep already?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She wasn’t facing him, but he almost imagined he could see her surprised expression as he spoke.

“What? No, I heard that this position is better for impregnation. I told you before, I want you to fuck me more than once tonight. Come on, you broke me, so you can go as hard and fast as you want this time.” She wiggled her hips at him. “Come on, I know you want this.”

I do, but I’ll need at least five or ten minutes, he thought.

But that smell still hung in the air. Vidalia’s musk. He hadn’t accounted for that. Against his expectations, Tybalt found himself staying hard - no, getting harder - as he stared down at her ass.

The foxgirl looked back at him, a little impatient - insecure again? - but she smiled when she looked down and saw his hardness.

“It felt even bigger than it looked, inside me, you know?” she said in a teasing tone. “Will I get another hard fucking tonight, my future king? You look like you’re more than up for the job. Or are you trying to make me beg? I’ll get on my knees again if I have to…”

Tybalt grabbed her hip with his left hand, pulled it up, and then shoved his tip into her with the other. She let out a low groan of mixed pleasure and pain as he filled her. She barely held her head up off the bedding with her hands, fingers clenching around the sheets.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Are you this horny all the time?” he asked as he began thrusting again.

“Never like this,” she whimpered. “Not until I finally met you in person. You make me so wet, every time we do anything, darling. Turn me into a fucking animal. I won’t want to get out of bed anymore if this is what bed is lik - oh, gods, Tybalt, oh…”

She squeezed tightly around him and seemed to get even wetter, her back arching into him, ass pressed hard against his hips until her body went slightly slack.

Oh, yeah, she came again. He continued thrusting.

“That was fast.”

“I - mm - think this - mm - is going to be my - uh - favorite position,” she said, pushing her ass back into his thrust.

“It’s - uh - pretty good.”

The tightest pussy he’d ever felt had become even tighter in the new position, his every movement inside of her milking him.

“You can - mm - come anytime you like,” she said, turning her head to face him with a grin. “I can - uh - tell you’re having trouble holding back.”

He pushed her head down, clamping one hand over her lips to keep her from talking. That dirty mouth of hers could definitely end this session early.

Vidalia turned her head the little bit that she could under his weight. Then she sucked three of his fingers into her mouth and started fellating them. Tybalt thrust harder and faster, and his grip on her head weakened. She raised one hand, grabbed his palm, and started thrusting his fingers harder and faster into her mouth, looking him in the eyes as she licked and sucked at his digits.

She popped his fingers out of her mouth.

“I’m going to - to come ag-again,” she said, shuddering. “C-Come with me. Please? It’s - It’s your pussy, always. Only for you, so mark it again- ”

She cried out and arched her back, her body going slack for a few seconds as her orgasm washed over her.

Tybalt pulled his hand back from her mouth, which had stopped sucking, and he grabbed her hips with both hands. He used his full strength and fucked her into the ground. Her hands gave up supporting her, and she lay face down, just taking him. The only signs of activity from Vidalia for a while were whimpers and moans, her lower body squeezing him, and her hips pushing back into his.

“Yeah, oh yes, Tybalt…”

She came again, and Tybalt allowed himself to lie on top of her, his chest pressing into her back, as he continued fucking the foxgirl into the night.

It lasted a while.

She seemed to have become much more passive after the last orgasm or two. Her hips still fucked back at him when he thrust into her, and she still squeezed him, but it felt almost like reflex, as if all her strength was spent.

He pulled her long, dirty blonde hair back, lifted her upper body off of the ground slightly, and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth in a long, forceful kiss. He groped her breasts and rubbed her nipples roughly as he plumbed her depths, drawing moans from deep within her.

“Oh yeah,” she said as he finally broke the kiss, her expression blissful. “I think I might… pass out from pleasure… if you keep doing this. If I do, just… use me until you’re done. Make sure you come deep inside.”

“You really want to get pregnant badly, huh?” he said as he thrust into her and shoved her face down again.

“Oh, yes! - I mean, that wasn’t really an answer to your question, but it is an - oh - an answer. I want to give you your first - mm - your firstborn.”

“You know I’ve been fucking Mariella for weeks, right?”

“Yes,” she said in a tired voice. “But what you don’t know… is that beastfolk pregnancies are shorter than human ones. Almost two months shorter. Even if she’s pregnant now, I would still win the race if I get pregnant tonight. Plus…”

“Plus what?”

“You coming inside me feels really hot and nice… I love the way you feel trickling down my thighs. My pussy belongs to you. And when you finish, it feels like I fulfilled my duties properly. Like a good little wife.” She turned her face back and gave him a tired but sultry look. “Even if I didn’t want you to breed me, I’d have to deal with the fact that your seed belongs inside me. Because I’m your little fox bitch.”

Tybalt picked up the pace again at that, riding Vidalia harder and faster for another thirty seconds until he spilled himself deep inside her. She must have known he was close, because she rewarded his efforts by pushing back into every thrust with renewed energy, whimpering and moaning with pleasure, and squeezing him as hard as she could.

She let out a little satisfied, purr-like noise when she felt his seed coat her inner walls again.

“Yeah, y-your pussy,” she said quietly, completely limp beneath him. “You marked it… yours forever…”

He got off of her, lay down beside her, and pulled her body to him. The foxgirl curled up in his arms and nuzzled against his neck.

“That must have been hours,” Vidalia muttered in the vein of a complaint.

“I just gave you what you asked for,” Tybalt replied.

“You fucking beast. I won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow…” She swallowed. “In the morning, I want to be on top.”

They fell asleep tangled up in each other’s arms. Tybalt drifted through darkness for a while, his sleep completely dreamless for once. Then, out of nowhere, he found himself in an extremely sexual dream. Vidalia was there, sucking him into her mouth, working at him with her tongue, scraping her teeth lightly over his shaft, pleasuring him eagerly.

He felt it, more intensely than was usual for a dream, and when he blinked awake, he was unsurprised to find the foxgirl was actually licking his manhood like it was candy, still naked, fingers slipping up and down between her legs wetly, her expression shameless as she sucked him.

“Hey,” he said sleepily. It was dark. Deep into the middle of the night, in fact, from the lighting. He could barely see her at all. He started to sit up, but she placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down.

“Pretend it’s just a dream, darling,” she said in a sultry whisper. “You don’t need to do anything. Leave it all to me. Now that we’re finally together, I’m going to make you so happy.”

She took him deep, and Tybalt let out a low groan, then nodded.

All right. Apparently making him happy meant keeping his balls empty. He wouldn’t complain about that.

There was something sweet about it as she continued to work, wholesome even. She kept sucking him, jerking the base as she took the rest of it as deeply as she could, and masturbating. She gave him steady, affectionate eye contact as she kept going, and there wasn’t a hint of hesitation or resentment in her eyes.

She was clearly doing this out of love - or at least out of a genuine desire to please him - because she didn’t stop until he came into her mouth.

That won’t even get you pregnant, he thought. That’s just for me.

Then Vidalia stiffened, her eyes and hands closing instinctively for a few seconds, a little shudder running through her. She had timed her own orgasm to coincide with his, or at least waited to focus on finishing until after he had come first. He got to see her shiver with pleasure at the same time that she was trying to swallow his seed. She coughed a little, and a tiny trickle came down the side of one lip, but she seemed to get most of it down.

“I love you,” the foxgirl said as she lay her head down beside his, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Yes, I know,” Tybalt said, grinning uncontrollably albeit sleepily. “I love you, too, you crazy vixen.”

They kissed, he put an arm around her, and finally they returned to sleep.