Leonora

I entered Thor’s bedroom, needing to check in on him. Falcon would be pissed if he knew I was in here, so I had to hurry before he came back from Seattle. He warned me that until we knew more about Thor that he didn’t want me alone with him. I felt in my heart that he wouldn’t hurt me. After all, he had been so kind to me since we got him from the village.

Thor had improved over the past two days with his pulse finally regulating to a steady one hundred and thirty beats per minute. For the time being, he remained in a coma, his body too weak to wake up. Or so we believed. His vitals were strong, but he hadn’t woken up yet. I questioned if I should bring my little Speranza into the room and perhaps she could work her magic on him again.  

“How are you feeling, Thor?” I asked the unresponsive man resting. He looked healthy and strong and yet, not. He was about the same size as Draco and Falcon, but with dark blonde shaggy hair.

“We’re going to make sure you’re well,” I promised, hearing a growl come from behind me. Oops, I was in trouble. I could sense Falcon seething with jealousy. He slid his arm around me tightening it around my waist and pressing his cock against my ass.

“Calm yourself, Falcon,” I murmured. Thor didn’t come off as a threat to me and sure as hell didn’t while he was in a coma.

“You’re mine, Nora.” I spun around in his arm and looked up at my overly silly husband. “It’s my job to protect you and it would be nice if you let me do that.”

“Dang, Falcon. The man is in a coma, how the hell is he going to hurt me?”

“What if he woke up and you were unaware?”

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes at him. He acted like I was fragile. Yet the way he gripped my ass, I wasn’t too fragile for the beast inside him.

We teleported to our bedroom and onto the bed. He leaned over me, his cock pressed against my core, sending shivers through my body. I wanted my king more than my next breath, but the beast was out of control.

“That wasn’t very nice of you, Falcon,” I scold him as he runs his nose over me from head to toe, taking in my scent. Damn, I created a beast and he was about to show me how much of an animal he was.

He shook his head at me with arrogance. “No, maybe not, but I don’t care. You’re mine.” The growl in his throat told me that he was dead serious. He attacked my neck, kissing and nipping at my pulse. I moaned, arching my back for more.

“Oh, Falcon, what am I going to do with you?” I playfully asked, shaking my head at his ridiculous behavior. I loved it, but it was unnecessary. I wouldn’t be going anywhere, ever.

“You’re going to make me come several times, my sweet delicious mate. It’s more than time,” he whispered as he pressed his lips to my ear, my hips tipping up to feel his bulge on me again. He darted his hips out of the way. I sneered at him, ready to bite him if he didn’t let me come. My body ached for release.

“I’m close to coming right now, Falcon,” I told him.

“That you will be, but if you touch my cock, I’ll come right now.” He grabbed my blouse, tearing it from my body with one swift pull. I shivered with instant desire. His rough movements sent my body into overdrive. My breasts were full of milk for our little girl and Falcon’s eyes went directly to them. Lust shone in his eyes. They were that blue that told me I was going to get fucked so hard. He grabbed the material between the cups and yanked them down. His mouth wrapped around my nipple, sucking my milk from me. I clenched my pussy, the pull feeling so different and wonderful with the pleasure moving down my spine. He lifted his head with a broad smile; his lips covered with my milk. Falcon runs his tongue along his lip with a devilish look in his eyes. “Mine,” he grunted, tearing his shirt off. I stared at his chest, wanting to run my tongue over it.

I thrust my body forward, pushing him backward onto our large bed toward the foot of it. Pressing my hands on his shoulders, I stopped his movements and made my way down his body. Stopping at his pecs, licking and sucking on his nipples. He groaned, throwing his hands above his head and onto the footboard, trying to let me control this. As far as I was concerned, he was coming more than once. I wanted him down my throat first, then he could claim my pussy all over again.

I tugged on his belt, removing it quickly, then ran my hands up and down his chest. He shivered, sweat starting to build up with the heated anticipation. Pulling his cock out of his pants, I saw the beads of cum, and I lustfully licked it off. He groaned hard, his length pulsing in my hands. I smiled then took him down my throat. Sucking until his back arched off the bed. He grasped my hair, taking control as I mouthed his cock. With my mouth full, I let him hear my thoughts. Fuck my mouth, my King.

He growled, then started fucking my throat hard and fast, coming in one long release. I pulled off then leaned back with a self-satisfied smile on my face.

He shook his head. “That was perfect, but I’m not done, my Queen.”

He hurriedly stripped me bare, revealing all of me. A wave of anxiety came over me. This was more nerve-wracking than the first time. I didn’t know what it would be like. Would it feel the same? Would he enjoy it as much? He growled against my pussy, bringing my hips up, lifting my ass off the bed, and running his tongue along my slit.

“Wow,” I moaned out, grasping onto the sheets for support as my body immediately comes apart, coming on his face. He licks every drop of my release then plunges forward, claiming all over again. Another orgasm rips through me harder and more intense than the first. I felt him lift me up and flip me onto him, riding his cock. He slammed his mouth onto mine, crushing our lips together.

“Mine.” He emptied into me with another thrust and we fell back down to the mattress. I end up on my back with Falcon on top of me. We passed out until little Speranza cried for her next feeding. Thankfully, my milk filled quickly.