Drasus

Being inside Coral is incredible, more than I could have ever imagined (and I did imagine it over the time we've spent together. A lot), her slick, tight cunt grasping at me as she chases her pleasure, soaking my cock over and over with all her delicious juices.

I can feel myself changing the more I plunder her body, the more she takes me deeper. My needy cock develops a hook, bumping up against the entrance to her womb where I will lay my seed.

"Drasus." She breathes my name, and I gaze at her in all her glory, breasts bouncing as my cock pumps in and out of her. "You're…you're…"

My form has changed. Where there was Drasus, now there are more scales, more ridges, bigger claws, and a tongue which means I can lick her from the sweet bundle of nerves at her apex, up her body, the tips tickling over her raised nipples and onto her neckline.

I am vast and she is mine. This little morsel belongs to me, and I release a sheet of flame as my cock finally breaches her and hooks in tight. Her pussy flutters and flutters over me, her back arching as my balls tighten and I release inside her, my cock pulsing, my mind going completely blank with the ecstasy of rutting and filling my female.

It takes forever before I come to my senses, my breath rasping and with Coral still pulsing underneath me, only I'm not as big. Which means I can gather her limp body in my arms and pull us down into the warm water. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing quickly, but as we sink into the pool, she opens them and gazes at me.

"You are safe with me," I say quietly. "I could not let you go, even if I wanted to."

Coral's sweet brow creases. Her hands move down between us, and I release yet more seed into her womb where it should be, her little stomach puffing up with my spend. She touches her belly.

"What?" Her eyes rise to mine.

"I have hooked you, little flame. I have claimed you."

"You have hooked? Where?" she demands.

Her demand sends yet another spurt of cum into her. At this rate, not only will I be a husk of a male, but we will never unlock.

"I have hooked your womb, all the better to fill you with my sarkarnling," I say proudly.

"My cervix?" Coral's eyes widen. "You're inside me?"

I groan as yet more seed releases into her. "Inside and buried until I take root." I gasp.

I think this female is going to turn me inside out and I don't care. Coral belongs to me, and the longer I mate her, the more my rut is satisfied.

"None of this makes any medical sense." Coral shakes her head, her lip pouting.

I capture her chin and tilt her face up to mine before pressing a kiss to her mouth, delighting in the way she yields.

"You are my heartsfire. I am in rut for you, and my rut insists I fill your womb. There is no need for sense," I say, running my fingers through the strands of her hair.

Coral smiles and leans against my chest. "I guess not. About time I lived in the moment."

"I want to be in your every moment, beautiful." I see her eyelids growing heavy and slip through the water to the shallow spot where I'm able to wade out, liquid running from our bodies.

I carry her through to the spot where we spent the night and carefully lie down, making sure my hook stays impacted within her. I do not wish to spill a single drop if it is not buried in my Coral.

She sighs softly and my heart rolls over in my chest. The mating mix in my veins is somehow gentler than it was, not wanting to set me alight or send me feral. It burns deep within me with the desire to keep my female filled and protected. For the first time since I set eyes on Coral, my soul feels complete.

There might be a weird hole in the memory of what I am and what I'm supposed to be doing, but here and now, with her, it is perfection.

I can work everything else out in time. But I cannot ever give up this sweet female. Coral belongs to me. I have claimed and hooked her. My rut roars within me with the need to ensure the claiming and the pleasure go on for many more moons. I settle my female on my chest and her breathing deepens.

This is what it means to be a rutting male. A satisfied female in my arms. No matter what else I am, I have achieved what I needed to achieve, and I am complete.