Chapter 193

Chapter 193
Mature
Tyson
I planned that I would let her have the reigns. I would let her choose how this went, and she did not disappoint. 
“Tyson.” She mumbled, burying her face in my chest. I could feel my heartbeat wish to increase; I wouldn’t allow it.
I was slow…. We hadn’t done much since Nightland… I wouldn’t make her feel as if she were some toy, some conquest….
“Yes my love?” I asked gently. She held a muffled hum when I pet her hair.
“You did this for me?” She asked.
“100%” I said honestly. “We have been in the public eye, even on vacation…. I thought it wasn’t fair to you.”
“I chose to be queen.” She said firmly.
“But you did not choose to be a zoo exhibit either.” I said kissing the top of her head… I claimed her as mine, and she hugged me harder.
The tingles of her touch on my bare chest made me hunger for her… I resisted the urge for her to do more.
“I don’t feel like a zoo exhibit Tyson….” She said smelling …aroused. She smelled my scent, and I let out a starved sigh. There was a little fire in that breath, she did smell already wet…
“Then what do you feel like?” I asked, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. 
Her folds could be felt through her pants… Such thin, easily removed fabric grazed my cock with her every minute movement…. She moaned ever so lightly, and my dick throbbed so hard with want that she moaned a second time.
The gears in my head turned slowly, as I didn’t initially believe it… It was not my intention for this to be the first thing we did here.
“Maybe… Maybe I should show you what I feel?”
I wasn’t sure if-
Her delicate fingers reached inside my boxers.
Just one hand.
That was all it took.
“Oh?” I said calmly outwardly, but I could not resist the yearning for more. 
All she’d done was touch it, and I could feel my dick pulse with every heartbeat. She gently stroked it, while I supported her, putting all my focus into not moving. I wanted to savor her teasing, since she doesn’t do it often…. 
But I savored every moment… It almost felt as if time slowed when she reached my shaft, going to my tip, and thumbing over it a bit… My cock pulsed as she stroked me, getting harder with each confident tug… Samira’s hand made a moving ring, sending sensation after tingling sensation with each pull. Each push, I found my fangs wanting to pierce her skin… To mark her freshly…
I wanted to feel her cum on my member…
My mate was not as innocent as it seemed. I almost felt like a fish a in a large sea, filled with one mighty shark. I didn’t know what to do with myself, not knowing her next move, yet the predictability of her movements made me throw my head back as I held and supported her.
I found myself walking into the bedroom. She knew what she wanted, and I felt through the bond that she wanted to toy with me….
I would be her toy.
“Tyson, I’ve wanted you since we had a moment’s alone time.” Samira admitted… 
“Then what can I do to sate my queen?” I asked. It felt good to just have touch, even with my pants preventing me from doing more than let her button feel a graze from my tip…
It was sensational… I felt her arousal, gently letting her feel my ever-hardening member with all the restraint I had… I slowly moved my hips, which added friction. It was just enough for the suggestion of mating, wishing she would start to motion that she wanted to remove her clothes, but I savored each stroke.
Each gentle caress sent a wave of want, and pleasure…. Such want, so much indulgence from the suggestion of a tease did not warrant my fangs to grow, desiring a taste of her flesh. Yet they did. I wanted to let her feel them as I plunged into her, but I would take my time.
Just a taste.
Each heartbeat, all I could think about was the sparks, and the growing wetness from the friction. The flames between my horns showed my intention if she didn’t already know it, being violent, wild, and flickering violently.
“Samira, do you wish to spend our first night in bed?” I asked, kissing her, giving into only a miniscule amount, knowing the flavor of her strawberry lips. Delicate and floral, sweet, yet somehow bitter enough to add balance. I found myself putting my tongue in her mouth, as the hint of chocolate infused whipped crème hinted there. Her unicorn nature gave her that, and all I wanted was more.
“Tyson… please… I can’t take it.” She moaned sweetly between kisses… Gods…. I wasn’t sure if that request was ‘sweet’ or not ….. holy shit.
I had whiplash from such a shy, wanting request…. I walked to the simple bedroom. The only notable thing about the room was that it was furnished primarily with white linen inside. The dark hardwood was a sharp contrast; however, my attention was not on that at all….
My attention was on her Luna nature, her forwardness on the situation…. What she wanted was apparent, and I would let her have her way with me.
How low I was brought, here to be defeated…. Defiled…. by a fellow degenerate. I was miscreant in the night, lusting for the purity of the unicorn before me….. I lusted for the mate gifted to me, that I have eyes for none other.
I loved my wife… She holds my whole heart, regardless of the bond. How I hated that I had not mated her yet. How I wanted for her to be in my arms, underneath me, with her surrounding my member…. How I yearned for her pulsing, which filled the room with an instinctual drive to become the primal beast…. To be the monster in the night, and take her how she wanted, however long she wanted….
“My lovely dove…. Do you wish for me to take you?” I asked… I felt stupid asking, but I wished for her to speak how she wished tonight to go. “It is your night. Whatever you wish.” I said as a sentimental king, with ill intention. 
“I wish for you to get on the bed husband.” She said as confidently as she could… How her words commanded me to the bed. “Strip my lord.” 
I took off my boxers; I don’t know where my pants went. My member throbbed, released from the confines of their fabric prison, revealing it for her and her alone to see…   
I burned my clothes with my magic. I could not take them off fast enough…. What did my queen wish to do to me? …. How …. Whatever she wanted to do to me, I would let her do it.
I watched her slowly take off her shirt, revealing her supple breasts after she removed her bra… They were large, possibly the largest I’d seen on a woman yet…I loved the fullness of her waist… the genuine love in her heart… The innocent, determined personality… her shy, yet honest and Luna authority…. The mother of my child… my mate.
She removed her pants, then panties… I didn’t know she’d shaved. She didn’t have to do that; I don’t fucking care…. I quite like seeing her as she is; she does not have to do anything to make herself more attractive, but I would not say anything. Samira may just like looking a certain way, and I couldn’t read her mind. The look on her face was almost sinister, filled with just as much ill intention as her mate.
I felt euphoria as she climbed on top of me, and took hold of my member again, but this time… she put my head between her wet folds. 
She did as I did, sliding it up and down. With the first up, I could feel my head touch her button, and she hummed, wet as a pool, since she plunged me into her, down, deep until I could feel her swirl my member inside herself, and my head could feel her walls. They were tight… perfectly encasing me.
How I slid inside her so easily forced me to throw my head back, and I let her put me inside her. As she put myself in her deeper, and deeper, I could feel her wrap around my member. Each and every inch of skin was engulfed inside a pulsing, hungry core, one that throbbed for pounding, squeezing my cock with enough force to hold a snarl.
I wanted to grab her waist and fuck her until she screamed my name, but letting her choose was interesting as well.
I resisted the temptation. How she tormented me when she started to bounce up and down. It took no effort to hold her by the hips, and let her plunge her cave around my member, and I used little effort to make her rise. I didn’t buck my hips yet, letting her ride me this time.
“Tyson.” She hummed, calling my name, letting all of the forest know her mate could please her pleased me.
Just a moment more… I could feel her occasional pulses of pleasure surrounding me, clasping around my member, asking for its seed…. Fuck I wanted to pump into her, but I bounced her with more force. I let the impact of us smashing together with gravity intensify the sparks. My head was forcibly pressed against the pillow by my urge, and resistance to do more.
I wanted to savor this, but giving into temptation felt like its own indulgence…. Such immaculate, decadent folds were soaked with want. I could feel in the bond that she was ready for me to go harder, but I wanted her verbal command… 
“Harder.” She panted, and I obliged.
I gyrated my hips to her moans, timing each thump to her button with the filling of her cavern. It pulsed with pleasure, and I could feel it squeeze me, massaging it, jacking me off without me putting a hand on my member…. Her wetness, her wanting and moans made my cock pulse more. I wanted to flip us around, to take control, but letting her decide the pace teased me. It gave me motivation as it provoked me in a good way…. I realized I liked being forced to stay the stoic, untemptable force….
“Ah.” I groaned, while I matched her motions. I could tell that she was getting close. She swirled her hips opposite to my clockwise motions, and the sounds of the slaps likely filled the forest now.
I did not hold back now, since she bounced higher on her own. My cock was almost ejected out of her, only to plunge deeply, feeling her back wall when she hammered down. She had both her hands on my chest, leaning forward since now I did all the work. It took no effort to send her nearly flying, and crashing onto me. 
Samia felt like the first day of summer, the first night of midwinter…. Hot yet crisp, warm and perfectly wet, which allowed her to slide on me as I grabbed her hips.
I angled up, fucking her like she wanted, yet she still wanted more.
“Harder please!” she leaned forward kissing me. I wasn’t sure if it was the first time, but it felt like it. It felt like the first time she’d come in for a kiss, and I found myself flipping us around so I had more leverage.
With me between her legs, I shoved my cock into her with the kingly force she screamed for.
“More!” she hummed. “I need you.”
I didn’t hesitate, biting her mark, slamming into her. Each time my head felt the entirety of her cave, sending wave after wave of pleasure. She encased me, as she felt me fill her, I enjoyed doing the filling. How tight she was….
She fit like a tailored glove as I thrusted into her with so much force, that the sound of the wet slaps echoed a bit in the simply decorated room.
“That’s it! Oh my gods like that!” She screamed.
I could only snarl in response, marking her while mating her. She got tighter and tighter around me now, which amplified how good it felt until I burst. I exploded ropes, still holding onto her, and she contracted around me in deep, pleasurable waves of fulfillment. I came so hard that my balls contracted as I came. I emptied myself into such a tight, perfect entrance….
 Her cave wanted my seed, and I pumped into her 5 or 6 more times before slowly pulling out… even that was its own indulgent endeavor. I still pulsed ropes, so I let her take my load, the entirety of it before I fully pulled out.
“Again.” She panted.
I was still hard as iron, and she was soft as a morning breeze. We were at it until early dawn, getting out our frustrations… I didn’t realize how much she needed me, but I gave into her every request.