by Jaid Black
The gorilla fighters watched, her legs splayed wide before them, as she began to bounce up and down on Zaab’s cock, moaning and groaning from the pleasure of it. She knew they could hear the suctioning sound her cunt made as it enveloped him, knew that they could smell the scent of her arousal as her tits jiggled up and down for their viewing pleasure.
But then that was the point. For Zaab to publicly bring her pleasure, for Zaab to publicly brand her as his own.
“Beg me,” Zaab murmured in her ear. “Beg your Master for his cum, slave.”
“Please,” Dee gasped, bouncing up and down as hard and as fast as she could on his thick cock. “Please cum in your cunt, Master!”
She groaned when Zaab grabbed her roughly by the hips and, with a growl, began pumping his cock into her pussy like an animal. She closed her eyes, her head falling back on his chest, and bared her neck to him in front of one and all while he fucked her.
His hand reached around and he began stroking her clit while he lowered his face to her neck. She came the moment his incisors broke the skin there, moaning loudly as she rode out the climax.
This time he had marked her neck, not her shoulder. She wasn’t precisely certain of the deeper meaning, but she was certain there was one.
The gorilla fighters applauded, shouting out bawdy remarks. “Fuck her harder!” one bellowed. “Spread the lass’s cunt lips apart for us!” another shouted.
Zaab, arrogant as ever, did both. Dee closed her eyes and reveled in another orgasm, gluttonously loving every moment of it. She’d never been showcased like this before, had never been fucked in front of hundreds of men while they all sat around and watched her moan and groan with pleasure.
When it was over, when Zaab spurted his hot cum into her cunt on a roar, a belly chain was handed to her Master, which was then placed around her middle.
Dee glanced over her shoulder and smiled up at him. Their bodies were still joined together. “I guess this means I’m your wife now.”
Zaab leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “Aye. Your Master will always cherish you, little lass.”
Epilogue
Naked, Dee rubbed her belly, which was ripe with Zaab’s heir. She laid down on the sweet, fragrant grass, then spread her legs wide open for her Master. She smiled when he lowered his face to her cunt and began to lazily lap at it. “Mmm. That feels so good, Zaab.”
He purred low in his throat as he playfully nibbled on her clit. “Mmm. It tastes so good, zahbi.”
She closed her eyes and smiled dreamily while he pleasured her outside under the warm rays of the red-tinted sky. Long minutes later, when they’d both had their fill, she made an announcement that would sound ludicrous coming from any woman but Dee. “We’re going to have a girl.”
Zaab’s body stilled. He raised his face from between her legs. “’Tis sorry I am, Cherished One,” he said quietly as he gently rubbed her belly. “But Dementians can only breed males.”
“We’re having a daughter,” Dee said simply, nodding firmly.
Zaab snorted, a half grin on his face. “I suppose were it possible you would find the means to bear one.”
She chuckled at that. “Yep.” And then she reached out a hand. “Come up here and lie beside me where I can see you over my belly, you lovable oaf.”
“Oaf,” he growled, coming up to lie beside her. “Is that any way for a zahbi to talk to the Master who loves her?”
She smiled, snuggling into his warmth and resting her head on his muscled chest.
Together they fell asleep under the warmth of the red-tinted sky.
Also by Jaid Black:
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