Rixen’s hand tightened around Morgan’s as they walked through the market. He should have trusted his instincts from the beginning and kept her at home. But she begged so pretty this morning when he said he was going into town.

She’d been into town plenty of times with him before, but he had a feeling that today was going to be trouble when he pulled up to see all the motorcycles lining Main Street.

There was a small town a few miles away from their paradise in the swamp, and they only went in when they needed supplies. Rixen liked being at home with his family, where he was king and could protect what’s his. Out here in the city, he was exposed, and the feeling was unsettling.

“I can see your back tensing up,” Morgan said, trailing her fingers down his spine.

Just that touch had the base of his cock thickening. He could feel the sticky sweat on the inside of his thigh where his length hung, sweaty inside his overalls. He ached for Morgan to slide her hand down inside and rub him there, reassuring him that she belonged to him.

Seeing all these men around her had him ready to bend her over and mount her in the middle of the street to prove his dominance and ownership over her.

Rixen wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close to his side. He took her hand and put it down the front of his jean bib, rubbing her hand over his stomach and chest hair. He was shirtless, just the way she liked him, and he could practically hear her purr as she explored him further.

Glancing around, he saw some of the men on their bikes turning to glance at them, knowing they saw what he did. A ripe young woman, hips wide from child birth. Her cut-off jean shorts so high that the flesh of her ass could be seen from behind them. Her plaid shirt tied up tight, showing off her full breasts that were close to spilling out. Could they smell that she was ready for breeding? Because he could.

Rixen knew her body better than the home he built with his bare hands. She’d given him many children over the last eight years, but right now her body was craving another. As her hand continued to slide lower down his stomach, he grunted at the men who dared to turn their gaze on what’s his.

He and Morgan walked a short way to the edge of the farmers market. It was a shaded area nearby, out of the view of the market, but still within sight of the men on motorcycles who leered at them. His hands roamed down her back and to her ass as he glared over her shoulder at the people watching.

“Rixen.” There was a whine to her voice as she looked up at him with big bright eyes.

“Do you need it?” he asked, pulling her flush against him to let her feel that which could ease her ache.

“I can’t wait,” Morgan whispered, dipping her hand low in his overalls to cup his heavy length.

Rixen glanced back to the bikers and saw that most of them had taken his warning stares seriously and turned away. But there was one man among them who refused to cast his eyes down. He leered at the sweetness Morgan carried between her legs. The man had a fat stomach, a bald head, and a long gray beard. He wouldn’t be worthy of smelling the dirt she walked on, yet he licked his lips with envy as he watched them.

Suddenly, both of Morgan’s hands dove down into Rixen’s overalls, vigorously rubbing him. This was a public place, but she was used to the swamp where they fucked out in the open regularly. The instant she had the urge he was taking her to the nearest surface or on the ground without hesitation. Right now, she was nearly shaking with want, and Rixen couldn’t deny her.

He glanced to the man on the bike, who lit a cigarette and rubbed his hand over his crotch, no doubt growing hard for her. She was Rixen’s angel, though, and no one would ever take her from him.

“Over here,” he grunted as he pulled her closer and took her down a short alley nearby. It was far enough from the crowd of people, but the biker could still watch if he really wanted to.

“I don’t know why I’m so worked up,” Morgan said, quickly reaching for the buttons of her shorts.

Rixen spun her around and pushed her against the wall as he dragged her shorts down just below her ass. Unbuttoning his overalls, he let the front flap down and reached in to pull out his wet length. Morgan had already lubed him up with the liquid he’d been leaking since they got to town. His aggression and anger had only fueled his desire to breed her, and now with eyes on her, he needed to mark his territory.

Grabbing the root of his cock, he slid it between her ass cheeks and down to where her pussy was hot and sticky. She’d made a mess of her shorts already, dampening the inside seam. She didn’t bother with things like underwear anymore because it only slowed him down. And for moments like now, he was thankful for easy access to her honey hole.

He grunted as he shoved himself all the way in and covered her mouth with one of his hands. He was sweaty and pressed against her back, already soaking the shirt she had on. He was animalistic as he rutted on her, and she cried out for him to fuck her harder.

There was a sound nearby and he turned to the opening of the alley, where the biker was standing. Rage and possession washed over Rixen as he positioned himself to cover Morgan. He snarled at the man so wildly that it caused him to take a step back in fear. Rixen could only imagine the crazy look in his eyes, his wild hair, and his sweaty muscles bulging out as he protected his woman.

The guy must have been terrified because he practically tripped over his own feet as he stumbled back and out of sight. Rixen watched the opening and saw a few stray figures move about, but no one knew what was happening between him and Morgan.

“So close,” she whispered, and he leaned down, gently biting the muscle along her neck.

He slid one hand down her stomach and between her legs to play with her pussy. It was slick from her secret syrup dripping on him, and he dipped his fingers in to play with it.

“Rixen, baby, that’s it,” she breathed as she pushed her round ass against him, meeting his hard, heavy thrusts.

He would never do anything to displease his woman, and so he ground his teeth and waited on the moment when she found her pleasure before he sought his own. When he could feel the warmth of her passion drip down his sac and coat his thighs, he finally allowed himself the privilege of coming inside her womb.

He placed a hand over her lower belly, rubbing softly as his come filled her up. She was ripe right now, and he knew she desired another baby. Rixen would always give his Morgan what she wanted, and there wouldn’t be anything to stop that.

“Take me home,” Morgan said in a sleepy voice as she turned in his arms, forcing his cock to leave her warmth. She slid her naked, creamy pussy against his slick cock, up and down, as if nudging for more.

“Do you have more need, my gift?” he asked, sliding his length between her swollen lips.

As if to answer him, she rolled her hips, letting the tip of his cock slide into her opening, just the tip dipping back into the blended creation they made just seconds ago.

“Take me back to the swamp. I want to make another baby in our special place,” she said as Rixen reached down and pulled her shorts up to cover her.

He resented the fact that he couldn’t fuck her while he carried her home, but when he was inside her he was distracted. He needed to be completely focused when it came to protecting her, and he couldn’t do that and make her come at the same time.

“Anything for you, sweet angel,” Rixen said as he dipped his fingers into her shorts and between her pussy lips. He pulled them out and sucked on them, wanting the taste of her on his tongue as they made their way back home.

It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his desire for her, but it would be enough to keep him from losing control until he could have her again.