Chapter 5: The First Claiming
The kiss broke like a wave pulling back from shore, leaving her gasping against his mouth. Kael's amber eyes burned down at her, his wolf ears twitching, and she felt the heat of his body through the thin silk of her gown.
"I dreamed of you," she whispered, her voice raw and cracked with centuries of disuse. "Your photos. Your body. Your cock. I watched you on that screen and I touched myself like a common whore."
His hands found her hips, gripping hard enough to bruise her pale skin. She felt the thick length of him pressing against her thigh through his trousers, and a moan escaped her throat.
"Make me feel like a mortal woman in heat," she begged. "Make me forget I have ever been anything else."
Kael growled low in his chest, a sound that vibrated through her bones. He spun her around and slammed her against the velvet-draped wall, the heavy fabric cushioning her back as his body pressed flush against hers. One hand tangled in her silver hair, yanking her head back, baring her throat to his hungry gaze.
"You want it rough, Queen?" His breath was hot against her ear. "You want me to fuck you like the beast I am?"
"Yes," she gasped. "Please."
His free hand tore at the lacings of her gown, ripping the delicate silk with brutal efficiency. The cool air of the room hit her bare skin, and she cried out as his fingers found her wet cunt, sliding through the slick folds with practiced ease.
"Already soaked," he growled, nipping at her neck. "Been aching for this since you saw my picture, haven't you?"
"Every night," she admitted, her hips grinding against his hand. "I imagined your cock splitting me open, filling me so deep I couldn't think."
Kael withdrew his hand and she whimpered at the loss. But then he was unfastening his trousers, freeing his thick, hard cock, and her mouth went dry at the sight of it. It was as magnificent as his photos had suggested, long and thick, the head glistening with his own arousal.
"Look at you," he said, stroking himself slowly. "The Queen of the Grimm, begging for a faunus dick. Never thought I'd see the day."
"Stop teasing," she snarled, reaching for him. "Fuck me. Now."
He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head against the wall, his amber eyes gleaming with dark amusement. "Not yet. I want to hear you beg first. Want to know what it is you really want from me."
She squirmed against him, her bare cunt grinding against his cock, feeling the heat of him teasing her entrance. "I want you to fill me," she panted. "I want you to breed me like a common animal. I want your seed in my womb so I can bear your children. Is that what you wanted to hear, you filthy beast?"
Kael's eyes darkened with satisfaction. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying his cock to the hilt inside her. She screamed, a raw, animal sound that echoed through the dim room. Her inner walls clenched around him, gripping him so tightly he groaned.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, pulling back and driving into her again. "Like a virgin cunt, despite everything you've been through."
"Don't stop," she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please, don't stop."
He fucked her against the wall with relentless abandon, each powerful stroke driving deeper than the last. The velvet curtain scratched her back, the rough fabric a counterpoint to his thick cock pistoning inside her. She felt every inch of him, every vein and ridge, and she wept with the pleasure of it.
"Yes," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall. "Oh gods, yes. Your cock is so big, so thick. I can feel it in my gut."
Kael's pace quickened, his hips slapping against hers with wet, obscene sounds. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her aloft as he fucked her with savage abandon. "You feel that, Queen? Feel me splitting you open? This is what you needed, isn't it? A real man's cock to remind you what it means to be alive."
"Yes," she cried, her nails raking down his back. "I need it. I need you. Fill me, breed me, make me yours!"
He drove into her harder, faster, his breathing ragged and animalistic. The pleasure built inside her like a storm, coiling tight in her belly, threatening to consume her. She had felt numbness for so long, centuries of emptiness, and now this beautiful beast was filling her with fire.
"I'm close," she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close."
Kael's hand found her throat, squeezing gently as he fucked her deeper. "Come for me, Queen. Come on my cock like the bitch you are."
That filthy word broke her. She screamed, her body convulsing around him, her cunt milking his thick shaft as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her. Her vision went white, her limbs trembling, and she felt herself completely surrendered to the pleasure.
Kael roared, his hips slamming into her one final time, and she felt his cock twitch and pulse inside her, flooding her womb with his hot seed. He buried himself as deep as he could, grinding against her, making sure every drop was delivered into her core.
When the final shudder passed, the room fell silent save for their ragged breathing. Kael remained inside her, his body pressed against hers, his forehead resting against her shoulder. She could feel his seed leaking from her cunt, thick and warm, and she trembled with the confirmation that her plan was right.
She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling the sticky mess between them. "Don't pull out," she whispered. "Stay inside me. Just for a moment."
He obeyed, his breathing slowly evening out. His wolf ears drooped, soft and content, and she ran her fingers through his grey fur, marveling at the texture.
"Kael," she said softly, her voice still hoarse from screaming.
"Mmm?"
She tilted his face up to meet her gaze, her crimson eyes softening in a way they hadn't in eons. "You've given me something I thought I had lost forever. Do you know what that means to me?"
He shook his head, his amber eyes curious.
She pulled him down, guiding him to the floor amidst the velvet curtains, settling them both in a tangle of limbs and silk. He remained inside her, his softening cock still nestled in her warmth, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to keep him there.
"It means I was right," she murmured, stroking his cheek. "This is what I was meant to do. Not destroy. Create."
Kael blinked, clearly confused. "Create what?"
"A new race," she said, her voice dreamy. "A dynasty. My fortress will be filled with fine faunus specimens, each one strong and beautiful like you. They will father my children, and together we will raise an army that will conquer Remnant."
He frowned, pulling back slightly. "You want to have me around just to breed you?"
"No," she said quickly, cupping his face. "I want you here because you make me feel alive. You are the first. But there will be others. I have already seen them, their profiles on that website. Ruben Bakker, the horse faunus, with his massive cock. I want him too. And the tiger, and the bull, and all the others."
Kael's ears flattened, a flicker of jealousy crossing his amber eyes. "I thought I was special."
"You are," she assured him, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "You will always be my first. But my womb needs many seeds to produce the army I need. You understand that, don't you?"
He was silent for a long moment, his cock softening fully inside her. Then he let out a low, rumbling laugh. "You're fucking crazy, you know that? The Queen of the Grimm, collecting faunus like rare animals."
"Crazy," she agreed, smiling. "Or perhaps the sanest woman in all of Remnant."
Her hand drifted down between them, finding his balls, cupping them gently. He shivered, his cock twitching with renewed interest.
"Speaking of collections," she murmured, her eyes gleaming. "I think I'd like to keep you for one more round before we discuss the details of my harem."