Exterminatrix

Probably…but also no. 

As much as the sliver of logical thought and self-preservation might be right, I know I’m not going anywhere. There is nothing I want more than to bury my cock as deep as I can in this glorious woman’s beautiful cunt, to fill her with my cum until her belly is bulging with it, until every reptile in a twenty mile radius can smell that I’ve mated with her.

I swallow, trying to suppress the purr that’s growing deeper and louder in my chest. The bonding purr.

I’ve chosen my mate. Layla the Exterminator is my female. I would lay down my life for hers. I would follow her to the ends of the Earth. She is my queen, my master, and I will worship her, unworthy of her care and attention but grateful for it all the same. And if she doesn’t want me? Then I’ll keep my distance, just enough to remain unseen while close enough that I can make sure she has what she needs. Always.

Maybe I’m fucked. But mostly, I don’t care. Getting trapped in this basement might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even if she changes her mind and kills me.

I cough and try to dislodge the rumble in my chest. It doesn’t work, but Layla seems to either not notice or not care. Her eyes are still riveted to my primary cock.

“What is the huge bulge…thing…?” she asks, waving a hand toward my shaft where it’s swollen in the center, a wave of rippling motion undulating across its surface as the breeding filaments react to her interest.

“My knot,” I explain. “It will expand further and tie us together until I’ve expelled all my seed into you.”

“Seed…right…let’s just bypass that word choice for now and go to the expanding part. It gets bigger?..”

I nod, feeling a twinge of dismay. I don’t want to hurt Layla. The thought of doing so makes my stomach twist with discomfort. But I also want to bury myself so deeply in my chosen mate that I don’t know where I end and she begins.

“We don’t have to do this, Layla,” I say, and she shivers again as her name falls from my tongue. I can’t help but smile at her reaction to my words, wanting to use her name again and again as she comes undone around my cock. My purr grows louder and I run my palm down her thigh in an effort to distract myself from this intense wave of desire. “I don’t want to do anything that would hurt you, not ever.” My hand continues down to Layla’s lower leg and she jerks it away just as I feel the uneven texture of scarred skin beneath my palm. “Layla?..”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as I grasp her ankle and turn her leg toward the light. A heavy sigh passes her lips and I feel the sorrow in just a burst of air. “I promise you won’t do anything that would hurt worse than that.”

Breath flees my lungs as I take in the healed damage, and close to it a more recent wound that’s raised and red, like an angry, itchy sting. A large section of her calf is gone, straight down to the bone, the skin over the missing muscle puckered and darker than the rest of her leg. It looks as though something bit into her and took what it claimed for a meal.

And I know exactly the kind of creature that would do that.

“A demon?” I ask, my purr turning to a low, gravelly growl as I trace the edges of the healed wound, not wanting to get too close and cause her more pain.

“Yes. The reason I’m no longer in the Guild.”

Every cell in my body demands that I hunt the creature down and rip its limbs off with my teeth for hurting my mate. “Where? When? I will find it. I’ll hunt it down and I’ll rip off its leg and I’ll shove it up the creature’s—”

“No, you won’t,” Layla says with a quiet chuckle as her hand curls around my forearm. “I already killed it. And as for shoving anything anywhere…”

Layla tugs on my forearm until I let go of her leg to hover over her, the tip of my primary cock nudging her slick entrance. I dip my head to look down between us, hardly able to believe this moment and all the ones with Layla before it are truly real.

“Like I said, you won’t hurt me, and even if you do it’ll be the kind of pain I’m telling you that I want. Now give me that enormous cock and tell me how much you want to fuck me. Tell me every filthy thought in your head.”

I press a little harder to Layla’s entrance, sliding just the tip of my cockhead into her pussy as I groan. The spikes on the end rub against her flesh, sending a tingling warmth through my shaft and into my sac. I try to keep my breathing even. I don’t want to fill my knot before I’ve even gotten close to trying to push it in, and I’m still not convinced it will fit. The reptilian side of my brain hungers to whisper indecent things to this woman, to claim her, but the man in me holds him back.

And Layla knows it.

“More,” she pants, wrapping her hands around my biceps and digging her fingers in until her small human nails press little crescents into my scales. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

I swallow down a snarl. “More than anything,” I say as I press a little harder, more of the crown sliding into her slick heat. “I want to fuck you until you’re screaming, until the only word you remember is my name.”

Layla fights to still herself as I push in a little further, almost to the widest girth of the head. Her chest trembles against mine. Maybe her mind will never let herself feel our bond the way I already do, but her heart feels the truth of it. It sings to me through skin and scale. “If you want me,” she says, as though she can hear every thought that ricochets in my mind, “then tell me.”

I surge forward and the crown of my cock slides into Layla’s tight pussy as she lets out a delicious cry that sends my growl rumbling. The filaments on my cock dance with anticipation as I push in a little bit at a time, getting closer to the bulge that’s wider than the crown and already expanding.

“I want to thrust into you until you beg me for release,” I whisper. I drag my tongue across the salty sweat glistening on her cheek. “I want to grow inside you until I’m lodged so deep in your tight pussy that you can’t even breathe without coming. I want you to fill you up until your belly swells with my cum at the same time as you’re sucking it down your throat.”

“Yes,” Layla moans as I push in to the edge of my knot. “Yes, yes, yes.”

With every breathy moan Layla makes, my reptilian need consumes me until all that’s left is the mindless craving to fuck this goddess in every way she demands.

“Take it, Layla,” I whisper as I lean in close, letting my breath fan across her neck. Her back arches from the floor as I shift my hips and start to work my knot into her. I grip her waist with one hand as I run my other palm across her breast, kneading it with the pressure I already know she likes, the give of her soft flesh burned into my memory. “Let me in.”

“More,” she rasps, whimpering when I push more of my engorged shaft into her. When I try to go still and let her adjust, she squirms closer, letting me know that’s not what she wants.

“You’re so fucking tight, but I know you can take it. You will take it. Just let me in.”

“Yes, Castro. Give me your knot. Fucking fill me.”

“Yessssss Layla,” my reptilian voice hisses across her skin. “You are mine.”

I roar Layla’s name as I twist my hips and shunt the rest of my knot into her cha

“You welcomed me,” I whisper, the awe in my voice raw and undisguised. My kiss against her shoulder lingers, rich with gratitude for this woman who is fierce and strong but who is sharing a side of herself that’s both tender and unguarded. She demands, but she gives. She mentors, and I am so eager to learn.