Page 9 of Braax's Bride

Braax growled, holding himself halfway inside, letting her muscles stretch. Finally, he plunged all the way in, the sudden intrusion taking her breath away though he had prepared her well. He gave her a moment to get settled, moaning as she fully sheathed his great length, her muscles trembling with eagerness.

“Good girl. You listen so well.”

Sofia whimpered and with a smooth motion, he tipped her onto her stomach, his cock never leaving her as he started to thrust. Her thighs pressed together as he kneaded her ass, rocking her into the bed with each plunge.

“Oh, I could get used to this, my beautiful wife. Giving you pleasure, using your body. My perfect little human.”

Every word made her chest clench with emotion, but she forced it away, focusing on her breathing and the sensation of his cock penetrating her. Not the feelings his sweet praise stirred.

Braax drew back, gripping her hips and fucking her in earnest, his weight grinding her clit into the firm mattress.

She swore her eyes were crossing as the ridges rubbed against her, hitting the right spot over and over again until she felt the surge of an orgasm rip through her.

“Yes, cum on my cock, sweet Sofia,” he cooed in her ear as he continued to plunge his way deeper inside.

She grunted with each thrust, mirroring his own deep growls, her body shaking as she came apart around him. Her muscles continued to throb with aftershocks of pleasure as he let out a roar, his seed spilling into her.

Claws pricked her hips as he thrust, though this time he stopped himself before he continued on too long. Sofia gasped in a breath, her lungs empty as he settled on top of her.

After a few moments, he pulled out and rolled her onto her back, pressing his snout against her lips. She had no time to react as he made his way down her body, massaging her arms, her stomach.

Instead of protesting, she fluttered her eyes shut, drinking in every drop of attention and pleasure. He paused at her thighs, kneading the tight muscles with delicate precision.

Suddenly, she felt a wetness at her entrance and her eyes shot open to Braax, lapping up his own seed from her dripping cunt.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up, my dear.”

A simple answer, but still her eyes widened at the sight of him drinking from her. His eyes closed with apparent pleasure, humming muffled moans as he scooped his cum out of her with a curled tongue. The tingling of numbness had already set in, a strange sensation as he cleaned between her legs.

He retracted his tongue and moved his attention to her inner thighs, lapping up any seed that had leaked out. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he sat up on his knees, grinning.

A thought came as she eyed his cock, no longer erect, but still unsheathed and dripping with wetness.

“Do you want me to clean you as well?”

Braax laughed and shook his head.

“No, wife, you do not need to do that.”

Sofia pushed herself up to a seated position, then gave him a shy smile.

“I would like to.”

“My little human, I would enjoy nothing more than to feel your tongue cleaning my cock, but I fear I will need to take you again if that happens.”

That certainly gave her pause, the familiar cramping in her lower stomach telling her she’d had enough for the time being. Even if she wanted another round, her endometriosis sure didn’t, though the thought of himtaking hermade her head spin with possibilities. Still, his healing jizz might work on her aching cunt, but it didn’t seem to penetrate deep enough to deal with her pelvic floor issues, so further activities were out of the question.

For now.

“Yeah, I don’t think I can handle anymore…” she trailed off, but Braax just moved to her, kissing her on the cheek before getting out of the bed.

He looked suddenly shy, shuffling his feet as he clasped his hands behind him. His cock was… gone, retreated into its sheath.

“I will leave you to get ready. I did not give you much time to unpack last night. Please put your things wherever there is space. This is our home now.”

Ourhome. A sweet sentiment, especially when she’d been unceremoniously kicked out of her last one.