Monster Mates Vol 2

A DevotedSub Books Collection

Volume 3

by Devoted Sub

To my husband, my Dom, my Twin Flame. My love, my strength, my courage, and the soul who awakened the parts of me I never knew howto set free.

You believed in me when my own faith had all but vanished. You saw a writer where I saw doubt, a voice where I heard silence, a futurewhere I saw only limits — and gave me the courage to put my wordsinto the world and dare to call myself an author.

You never wrote my stories for me or walked the road in my place. You gave me something more precious: the strength and courage tobelieve I deserved to walk this path, the confidence to believe inmyself, and the faith to know I could do this.

You taught me that when life knocks you down, you get back up, and you never fail. Failure is never found in falling, but in giving up.As long as I keep rising, keep trying, and refuse to surrender, Iwill never truly fail.

If my words reach the world, your love gave them wings. If my stories outlive me, a part of you will live on in every word.

You are my love by choice, my Dom by devotion, my Twin Flame by a bond that transcends the ordinary, and my forever by a promise Icarry willingly.

What is claimed is loved. What is loved is kept. What is kept is bound. What is bound is never abandoned.

And so, upon these pages, I carry the title you bestowed upon me, my most cherished one: Devoted Sub. Not simply a name beneath astory, but a name born of our bond, carried with pride, and foreverentwined with the man who gave it to me.

With all that I am, all that I create, and all that I will ever become,

Forever yours,

Your Devoted Sub.

Contents

1. Rut Season

2. Stallion Claimed

3. Star Pupil

4. Steel and Skin

5. Stoneheart

6. Summoned

7. Tamed

8. Tasted by Both

9. The Alpha Stray

10. The bath

11. The Bull's Bride

12. The Circle She Drew in Salt

13. The Crossroads Bargain

14. The Debt of Blood and Fire

15. The Dream That Tried to Steal Her

16. The Hellhound's Mate

17. The Incubus's Devoted (Original)

18. The Incubus's Hunt

Rut Season

Sofia was twenty eight, Raul thirty two, Gareth thirty. The three of them had been together for months, and Raul had learned everything about how Gareth worked. Gareth was a dog shifter, an adult man with the ears and tail and heavy fur of a giant dog, fully intelligent, fully able to speak, and completely devoted to them. He was not an animal. He was their third. And twice a year, like clockwork, his rut came.

Raul had warned Sofia the first time. Now she knew the signs. Gareth got restless. His eyes went darker. His cock stayed half hard for days. He followed Sofia around the house, rumbling low in his chest, his tail stiff. And when the rut fully hit, he became insatiable. He would breed and breed and breed, knotting over and over, until it passed.

This rut hit on a Friday night. Sofia was reading on the couch when Gareth came in from the backyard, his fur damp with rain, his eyes burning. He looked at her and growled, low and hungry.

- Raul, — Sofia called, her voice shaking. — It's happening.

Raul came down the stairs, took one look at Gareth, and nodded. He could see it in the shifter's eyes, the dark hunger, the trembling restraint.

- Upstairs, — Raul said calmly. — Gareth, bedroom. Wait for us there. Do not touch yourself. Do you understand?

- Yes, Raul, — Gareth growled, and went.

Raul turned to Sofia. He took her face in his hands.

- Listen to me, — he said. — His rut is going to make him rough and relentless. I'm going to be in charge of him the whole time. If it gets to be too much, you tell me and I stop him. But I think you can take it. I think you want it.

- I want it, — she whispered. — I want him. I want you both.

- Good girl. Now go upstairs. Strip in front of him. Let him see what he's going to get, but he doesn't touch you until I say.

Sofia went up. Gareth was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, his huge cock already hard and leaking, his whole body tense. She undressed slowly in front of him, letting him watch, and he whined low in his throat, his tail thumping hard against the mattress.

- Please, — he rumbled. — Sofia, please.

- Not yet, — Raul said from the doorway. — You wait for my word. Bedroom. Now. All of us.

In the bedroom, Raul locked the door. Gareth was already stripping, his huge cock fully hard and dripping, his knot already starting to swell at the base. He reached for Sofia, but Raul stepped between them.

- You follow my lead, — Raul said firmly. — Rut or no rut, I'm in charge. You don't touch her until I say. Do you understand?

Gareth's whole body trembled with need, but he nodded.

- Yes, Raul, — he growled.

- Good. Sofia, strip. On the bed. On your back.

Sofia undressed quickly, her hands shaking. She lay back on the bed, her pussy already wet with anticipation and fear and want. Raul stood over her, fully in command.

- Gareth, — he said. — Come taste her. Get her ready. Slow. You control yourself.

Gareth moved between her legs like a starving man, but he obeyed. He licked her pussy slowly, his huge tongue stroking through her folds, and Sofia moaned. He was rougher than usual, hungrier, his tongue pushing deep inside her.

- Good, — Raul said. — Now, Sofia, I want you to suck him. Get him ready to breed you. On your knees.

Sofia knelt in front of Gareth. His cock was enormous, harder than she had ever seen it, the head dark purple and dripping steadily. The rut had made him bigger, thicker, and his knot was already half swollen. She took the head into her mouth and he groaned, his hands fisting.

- Careful, — Raul warned. — He's on edge. Slow and deep, Sofia. Make him last.

She worked him with her mouth, taking him deep into her throat, her hand stroking his shaft. His precome flowed over her tongue, thick and musky. Gareth panted above her, his whole body shaking with the effort of holding back.

- Enough, — Raul said. — Gareth, on the bed. On your back. Sofia, ride him. Take his rutting cock and let him breed you.

Gareth stretched out on the bed, his cock standing straight up, massive and throbbing. Sofia straddled him and lowered herself onto it. The head stretched her wide and she gasped, sinking down inch by inch until he was fully buried in her.

- Oh god, he's so big, — she panted.

- Ride him, — Raul said. — Hard. He needs it rough tonight.

Sofia rode him hard, bouncing on his huge cock, slamming down onto him. Gareth groaned underneath her, his hips thrusting up to meet her. His cock filled her completely, the head pounding her cervix with every stroke.

- Slow down, — Raul said. — I want her on the edge. Sofia, grind on him. Slow circles. Don't come yet.

Sofia slowed, grinding in slow circles on Gareth's massive cock, and whimpered. Her orgasm was building fast and Raul was holding it back.

- Please, — she begged.

- Not yet. Gareth, sit up. Hold her.

Gareth sat up, still buried deep inside her, and wrapped his arms around her. His tongue found her nipple and he sucked it hard. Sofia cried out, impaled on his huge cock, his mouth on her breast, her orgasm hovering just out of reach.

- Now, — Raul said. — Come now. Come on his rutting cock.

She came violently, screaming, her pussy clamping down on Gareth's shaft. The convulsion of her inner walls pushed him over the edge.

Raul stripped and knelt beside them, stroking his own hard cock as he watched.

- Faster, — he said. — Make him come. Make him knot you.

Sofia rode faster, her thighs slapping against his, her breasts bouncing. Gareth's breathing turned ragged. His knot was swelling fast now, growing thick at the base of his shaft.

- He's going to knot, — Raul said. — Take it, Sofia. Let him lock you.

Gareth roared and thrust up deep, and his knot popped through her entrance. Sofia screamed as the huge swollen knot stretched her wide and locked inside her. Gareth was knotted deep in her pussy, stuck, and he started coming. Jet after jet of hot thick come flooded her, filling her completely, and the knot sealed every drop inside.

- Yes, — Raul growled. — Breed her. Fill her up.

Gareth kept pulsing inside her, pumping load after load into her sealed pussy. Sofia came with him, her body shaking, her pussy milking his huge cock. They were locked together, joined, while Raul watched with hungry eyes.

When the knot finally went down, Gareth slipped out of her, and a flood of come gushed out of Sofia onto the bed. She lay there panting, but Gareth was already hard again. His cock stood rigid and dripping, his eyes wild. The rut wasn't done with him. Not even close.

- Hold on, — Raul said, putting a firm hand on Gareth's chest. — You wait. She's exhausted. Gareth, on your knees. You're going to suck my cock while she catches her breath.

Gareth knelt, trembling with need, and took Raul's cock into his mouth. He sucked desperately at first, his head bobbing fast, and Raul gripped his ears.

- Slower, — Raul commanded. — Control it. That's the rut talking. You control it, not the other way around.

Gareth slowed, sucking with long deliberate pulls, his tongue working the underside. Raul groaned.

- Good. Sofia, come here. On your knees in front of him. Suck his cock while he sucks mine.

Sofia knelt before Gareth and took his huge rutting cock into her mouth. The chain was obscene and perfect. Gareth sucked Raul while Sofia sucked Gareth, all three connected. Her hand stroked his thick shaft while her lips worked the swollen head, and she felt him pulsing on her tongue, close to bursting.

- Not yet, — Raul warned, feeling Gareth's urgency through his own pleasure. — Pull off, Sofia. Both of you stop.

They separated, panting. Raul looked at Sofia, flushed and dripping, and at Gareth, wild with rut but obedient.

- Again, — Raul said. — But this time I'm joining. Sofia, on all fours. Gareth, behind her. I'm going to be under her, in her mouth, while he breeds her.

Sofia got on all fours. Gareth knelt behind her, his cock hard and dripping again already. Raul lay on his back beneath her, his cock rising toward her face.

- Suck me, — Raul said. — While he fucks you.

Sofia took Raul's cock into her mouth just as Gareth drove his huge cock into her pussy from behind. She screamed around Raul's shaft. Gareth started thrusting hard and deep, his hips pounding, his rut driving him wild.

Raul thrust up into her mouth, fucking her throat, while Gareth fucked her pussy. Sofia was filled at both ends, moaning around Raul's cock, her body rocking with Gareth's powerful thrusts.

- Harder, Gareth, — Raul growled around her mouth. — Breed her harder.

Gareth fucked her harder, his massive cock slamming into her, his balls slapping against her. Sofia came, her pussy clenching around his shaft, and Gareth roared and drove deep. His knot swelled and popped through her entrance, locking him inside her again.

He came again, flooding her pussy with another massive load, sealed in by the knot. Sofia screamed around Raul's cock, her body convulsing. Raul pulled out of her mouth and came across her face, his hot come landing on her cheeks and lips, while Gareth stayed knotted deep inside her, pulsing.

- Lick it off, — Raul told Gareth. — Clean her face.

Gareth leaned forward, still locked inside Sofia, and licked Raul's come off her face with his huge tongue. Sofia whimpered, overwhelmed, stuffed and knotted and covered in them.

They stayed locked until the knot went down. Gareth slipped out, and Sofia collapsed onto the bed, come pouring out of her. But Gareth's rut still burned. His cock was hard again within minutes.

- He's insatiable tonight, — Raul said. — Good. Sofia, on your back. Legs over my shoulders. Gareth, you're going to fuck her while I hold her open. And this time, I'm going in with you.

Sofia lay back. Raul lifted her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide. Gareth positioned his huge cock at her entrance and pushed in, filling her deep. Then Raul pressed his own cock against her entrance alongside Gareth's shaft.

- Relax, — Raul said. — Take us both. Again.

He pushed in slowly beside Gareth's massive cock, and Sofia screamed as her pussy was stretched around both of them. The two huge cocks filled her completely, packed tight together inside her.

- Fuck her with me, Gareth, — Raul said. — On my rhythm.

They thrust together, two massive cocks pounding her stuffed pussy as one. Sofia screamed and screamed, her body overwhelmed. The rut had made Gareth wild, and he thrust with desperate force, matched by Raul's controlled power. Every thrust drove both huge heads deep against her cervix at the same time. Her pussy was stretched so wide she could feel the two shafts rubbing against each other inside her, and the friction of them moving together lit up every nerve she had.

- Knot her, — Raul gasped. — Knot her with me inside.

Gareth's knot swelled and forced its way through her entrance alongside Raul's cock. Sofia shrieked as the knot stretched her impossibly wide and locked. All three of them were stuck together, Gareth's knot sealing both cocks deep inside her stuffed pussy.

Gareth came violently, his cock erupting, flooding her sealed pussy. Raul came a moment later, his cock jerking beside Gareth's, pumping into the trapped flood. Sofia came over and over, her body shaking uncontrollably, her pussy milking both of them while the knot held them locked.

They stayed joined for a long time, the rut slowly burning down in Gareth. When the knot finally released, they slipped free one by one, and Sofia's pussy released a flood of come that soaked the entire bed.

She lay there limp and shaking, completely bred, completely filled, completely owned. Raul held her. Gareth curled around her, his rut finally easing, rumbling contentedly.

- You took everything, — Raul whispered. — My perfect girl. You let him breed you over and over, and you took us both. I'm so proud of you.

Sofia smiled weakly and fell asleep between them, her pussy still leaking their come, her body thoroughly used and completely happy, knowing the rut would come again and she would take it all again.

But the rut was not finished. An hour later, Sofia woke to Gareth's tongue between her legs. He was licking her pussy eagerly, cleaning the dried come from her folds, his eyes dark with renewed hunger. His cock was hard again, dripping onto the sheets.

- Raul, — she whispered.

Raul woke at once. He looked at Gareth, at the renewed fire in his eyes, and nodded.

- He's ready again. Sofia, on your back. This time I'm going to fuck you first, and Gareth is going to lick your clit while I do it. Then he gets you again.

Sofia lay back, exhausted but willing. Raul positioned himself between her legs and drove his thick cock into her in one stroke. She gasped, her pussy still stretched and sensitive from the night's breeding.

Gareth settled beside them and put his mouth on her clit. His tongue flicked and circled while Raul pounded into her, and Sofia screamed. The combination was devastating. Raul's cock filled her deep while Gareth's tongue worked her clit relentlessly.

- Come for us, — Raul growled, thrusting hard.

She came, her pussy clenching around his shaft, and Raul groaned and drove deep and came inside her, his hot come filling her. He pulled out slowly, and Gareth immediately replaced him, driving his huge rutting cock into her in one powerful thrust.

Sofia screamed. Gareth fucked her with desperate force, his rut driving him beyond control, but Raul kept a hand on his shoulder.

- Steady, — Raul said. — Don't hurt her. Hard, but steady.

Gareth slowed just enough, his thrusts still deep and powerful but controlled. His knot was swelling again, and Sofia felt it growing at the base of his shaft.

- He's going to knot again, — Raul said. — Let him, Sofia. Take it.

The knot popped through her entrance and locked. Sofia cried out as it stretched her wide. Gareth was stuck in her again, and he came, flooding her with another massive load of hot come, sealed inside by the knot.

- Breed her, — Raul whispered, stroking her hair. — That's it. Fill her up.

They stayed locked, Gareth pulsing inside her, until the knot went down. He slipped out, and Sofia lay there panting, come leaking out of her in rivers.

- One more, — Raul said. — The grand finale. Sofia, I want you to ride Gareth in reverse. Face away from him. And while you ride him, you're going to deep throat me. All of it. Every inch.

Sofia groaned but obeyed. Gareth lay back. She straddled him facing away, and sank down onto his huge cock. The reverse angle drove him even deeper, and she gasped. She started to bounce on him, her back to his chest.

Raul knelt in front of her, his cock hard again, and pushed it into her mouth. She took him deep, her throat opening around him, while she rode Gareth's massive cock in reverse. Gareth's hands gripped her hips, helping her bounce, his thrusts driving up into her.

- Fuck, — Raul groaned. — Look at you. Riding his cock and choking on mine. My perfect girl.

Sofia bounced harder, taking Gareth to the hilt with every downstroke, while Raul fucked her throat. Her moans were muffled around his cock. Gareth's knot was swelling, pressing against her entrance.

- Knot her, Gareth, — Raul said, pulling out of her mouth. — Knot her now.

Gareth thrust up deep and his knot locked inside her. Sofia screamed, impaled and knotted, and Gareth came, his cock erupting deep inside her, filling her with jet after jet. She came with him, her body convulsing, her pussy milking him.

Raul stroked himself and came across her breasts, his hot come landing on her skin, while she stayed locked on Gareth's knot. Gareth leaned forward, still joined to her, and licked Raul's come off her breasts, cleaning her with his tongue.

They stayed locked until the very end of the rut. When Gareth's knot finally went down for the last time, he slipped out of her, and Sofia collapsed, completely spent, completely bred, covered in them.

Raul carried her to the clean side of the bed and held her. Gareth curled around them, his rut finally burned out, rumbling softly.

- You survived rut season, — Raul whispered, kissing her forehead. — You took everything he had, over and over. You're incredible.

- I love him, — Sofia whispered. — I love you both.

- We love you too, — Raul said. — Sleep now. It's over.

Sofia fell asleep between her two men, her pussy still leaking, her body marked and filled and completely satisfied, dreaming of the next rut and knowing she would take it all again.

She woke in the morning to sunlight and the smell of coffee. Gareth was already up, his rut completely gone, his eyes clear and gentle. He brought her coffee in bed and nuzzled her cheek.

- Thank you, — he said softly. — For last night. For taking all of it.

Sofia smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. Raul wrapped an arm around them both.

- Our third, — Raul said. — Our rutting, breeding, perfect third. And our perfect girl who takes everything we give her.

They stayed in bed a long time, tangled together, sore and happy and completely theirs, already looking forward to the next rut season.

Stallion Claimed

Eva was twenty-eight years old and had been working with horses since she was twelve, and she knew every stallion on the Hale ranch the way she knew her own heartbeat. There were fourteen of them — quarter horses mostly, a couple of warmbloods, one aging Arabian that nipped at sleeves. She could pick out any of them from the dust of their hooves alone.

Which was why, on the third Thursday in September, when she rode the fence line at dawn and saw the black stallion standing in the north pasture where no black stallion belonged, she stopped cold.

He was enormous. Seventeen hands if he was an inch, black as spilled ink under the low morning sun, his mane tangled with burrs and his coat dusted with the red dirt of the wild country beyond the ranch fence. No brand. No halter. No nothing. He stood there like he'd been waiting, watching her from a hundred yards with eyes that were too dark and too knowing, and when she tried to approach, he didn't spook. He turned, deliberate as a man walking away from a conversation he'd decided was over, and vanished into the mesquite.

On Friday he was back, closer — standing at the watering trough outside the training barn like he owned the place. He was even bigger up close — broad chest, legs like carved stone, and between them the unmistakable heft of a stallion in his prime. He watched her the whole time. Not her horse. Her.

On Tuesday, she found his hoofprints pressed deep into the mud by the creek — bigger than any print she'd ever cast, the size of dinner plates — and alongside them, where the mud was softest, the impossible: the print of a man's bare foot, long and narrow, walking in stride with the stallion's.

She stood there a long time, the creek whispering behind her, her skin prickling.

- That's not possible, — she said out loud, to no one.

- Isn't it?
said a voice behind her, deep and rough as gravel, and she spun around with a gasp caught in her throat.

A man stood at the treeline. He was naked. He was thirty-five if the lines around his eyes were any measure, tall enough that she had to tip her head back, built the way the stallion was built — broad chest, carved legs, black hair tangled with burrs hanging to his shoulders. His eyes were the same too-dark eyes. And the thing between his thighs, thick and heavy and half-hard already, made her mouth go dry and her knees go watery at the same time.

- You're him, — she whispered.

- I'm Victor, — he said, stepping closer, and every step was deliberate, unhurried, like a predator that didn't need to hurry.
- And you're mine.

Fear should have been the first thing. Maybe it was there, somewhere, underneath the roaring in her ears — but the thing riding on top of it was heat, a thick white-hot flood of it, because no man had ever looked at her like that, like she was already his and the only question was whether she'd fight him about it.

- I don't — I'm not —
Her voice came out thin.
- You're a horse.

- I'm a shifter, — he said.
- Stallion. And you're the mare I've been watching for a week, Eva. Twenty-eight years old, and you've never been properly covered. I can smell it on you.

- Covered— — she breathed.

- Bred.
He stopped a foot from her, and she could feel the warmth rolling off his skin, smell dust and sage and something musky and animal underneath it.
- This is my pasture now. You're my mare. And I'm going to breed you right here in the open where any wild thing can watch.

Her knees went watery.
- Victor—

- Papacito,
he corrected, his big hand closing around the back of her neck — firm, possessive, hot.
- When you're naked and mine, I'm papacito. Say it.

- Papacito, — she whispered.

- Good girl.
He pushed her to her knees in the mud by the creek.
- A stallion covers his mare. You're going to learn what that means, mamacita. Open that mouth.

She knelt, and he stepped closer, his huge cock — thick and heavy, now fully hard — looming over her. She stared up at him, and he guided his cockhead to her lips.

- Open.

She opened her mouth, and he pushed in. His thick throbbing girthy massive cock stretched her lips wide — hard as a rock, almost as if it was going to burst, throbbing and pulsating as he pushed against her mouth. She knew instantly he was going to stretch her sooo much. He had to struggle and fight to force his huge cock into her mouth — she was so tight, and he was watching with those too-dark eyes, and he could see her lips stretching and stretching as his head passed through them, and she let out a loud moan around him and he moaned too — a deep animal sound — from the tightness and from her mouth stretching so much.

- That's it, mamacita, — Victor growled, his big hand fisting in her hair.
- Suck your stallion's cock. Like a good little mare.

She sucked him desperately in the mud by the creek — the water whispering behind her, the mesquite rustling — swirling her tongue around his huge head, taking him deeper, gagging when he hit her throat, drool running down his shaft. Her pussy was dripping, her jeans still on, the wetness soaking through, and she pressed her thighs together, aching. He stood over her — the stallion, her stallion — his cock throbbing in her mouth, his too-dark eyes burning.

- Enough, — he said finally, pulling out.
He hauled her up and stripped her — rough, fast, her shirt torn, her jeans ripped down — until she stood naked by the creek, twenty-eight years old and trembling, her pussy dripping.
- On your hands and knees, mare, — he ordered.
- In the open. Like animals.

She dropped to all fours in the grass, her ass in the air, the sun on her bare back. He knelt behind her — his big hands gripping her hips, his chest to her back — and she felt his huge cockhead press against her entrance.

- Please, papacito—
she whimpered.

- This,
he panted,
- is my pasture. You're my mare. And I'm going to breed you right here in the open where any wild thing can watch.

He drove in. Eva screamed — the sound cracking off the creek banks. His thick throbbing girthy massive cock was twice the size of her pussy, hard as a rock, almost as if it was going to burst, throbbing and pulsating as he pushed against her entrance. She knew instantly he was going to stretch her sooo much. He had to struggle and fight to force his huge cock into her — she was so tight, and he was watching, and he could see her pussy stretching and stretching as his head passed through her outer lips, and she let out a loud moan and he moaned too from the tightness and from her pussy stretching so much. It was like sticking an extremely long thick cucumber up a pussy.

- Fuck — so tight, — he growled, his teeth closing on the back of her neck — the claiming bite, hard enough to mark.
- My mare. My cunt. My breeder.

He fucked her on all fours by the creek — deep, brutal, animal thrusts, his hips slamming into her ass, her tits swinging under her, the grass tearing under her knees. Every thrust stretched her open, every thrust pushed her wetness out around his cock so it ran down her thighs.
- I'm going to fill you so full you'll be leaking for a week,
he panted.

- Please, papacito! — she screamed.
- Breed me — please —

He leaned over her back — his chest to her spine, his teeth on her neck — and pounded her, his hips a blur.
- This is what stallions do, mamacita. We mount. We cover. We breed. And you —
a vicious thrust made her shriek,
- — you take it.

She came — screaming into the grass, her pussy convulsing around his huge cock, her juices gushing — and he came with her, huge hot pulsing jets flooding her, filling her, his teeth in her neck, his cock throbbing deep inside her. He held her pinned, grinding, pumping every drop into her.

- Mine, — he growled against her neck.
- My mare. My breeder.

- Yours, papacito,
she sobbed, clenching around him.
- Your mare.

He pulled out slowly, and his come poured out of her gaping pussy onto the grass. He pushed two fingers into her and scooped it up, pushing it back in deep.
- Keep it in, mare, — he ordered.
- My seed stays in you.

He took her to his place — a cabin in the wild country beyond the fence, rough and male, smelling of sage and leather. He threw her onto the bed and stripped the rest of her torn clothes, and spread her thighs, and ate her pussy — his tongue driving into her, licking her clit — until she screamed and came, her juices running onto the blankets.

Then he pushed his huge cock back into her — slow, deep, savoring — and made love to her on the cabin bed, his mouth on hers, her legs wrapped around him.
- You're mine, mamacita, — he whispered.
- My mare. My girl. Forever.

- Yours, papacito, — she breathed, holding him, coming.
- Forever.

He came inside her — deep, pulsing — and held her, and she held him, and the wild country was silent around them.

He bred her — again and again, in the cabin, in the pasture, by the creek. He took her bent over the fence rails — the ranch hands long gone — fucking her hard with the sunset burning. He took her in the training barn — on the hay, in a stall — her screams muffled by the horses. He took her everywhere, every way, and she gave him everything.

- I'm going to come in you again,
he panted one night, pounding her on the cabin floor.
- And again after that. I'm going to breed you until you're so full of my seed it's running out of your nose, mare.

- Yes, papacito! — she screamed, coming.
- Breed me — fill me up—

He came — flooding her — and she came with him, wailing, and he held her pinned, grinding.

She was twenty-eight. He was thirty-five. She was his devoted sub, his mamacita, his mare, his breeder — and he was her papacito, her stallion, her owner, always and completely, in every way, forever, without exception.

She got pregnant — she knew it the way she knew horses, in her bones, in the change in her scent that made him growl and mount her twice as often. He was tender with her — gentler, slower — his huge cock sliding into her with infinite care, his big hands on her belly.

- You're carrying my foal, mamacita, — he whispered one night, thrusting slow and deep, his hand on her swelling belly.
- My heir. Mine.

- Yours, papacito, — she breathed, holding him, coming softly.
- All of me. Yours.

He came inside her — gentle, deep — and held her, his hand on her belly, his animal warmth around her.

The foal was born in the spring — in the north pasture, under the open sky, the way his kind did it. Eva labored in the cabin — hard, fast — and Victor held her, his big hands on her, his voice in her ear:
- You're my strong mare, mamacita. Push. Give me our foal.

She pushed — screaming — and the baby came — a boy, perfect, with his father's too-dark eyes. Victor held him — this wild stallion shifter — with tears on his carved face, and Eva watched him, her heart so full it hurt.

- He's perfect, — she whispered.

- He's ours, — he said, and laid the boy in her arms, and held them both.
- My mare. My foal. My forever.

That night — the baby sleeping — he took her gently, reverently, his huge cock filling her, his mouth on hers.
- You're mine, mamacita, — he whispered.
- Mother of my foal. Love of my life.

- Yours, papacito, — she breathed, clenching around him, coming.
- Forever.

He came inside her — tender, deep — and held her, and she held him, and the baby slept, and the wild country was silent.

One day, he showed her — his other form, fully. In the north pasture at dawn, he shifted — bones flowing, skin darkening — and stood before her as the black stallion, seventeen hands of muscle and power, his too-dark eyes on her. She walked to him — naked, unafraid — and pressed her face to his neck, and he nuzzled her, gentle as a lamb.

- You're beautiful, papacito, — she whispered.
- In every form.

He shifted back — the man, her man — and pulled her into his arms, and laid her in the grass, and made love to her under the dawn sky — slow, deep, endless — his huge cock filling her, his mouth on hers.

- You're mine, mamacita, — he whispered.
- In every form. Forever.

- Yours, papacito, — she breathed, coming, holding him.
- Every form. Forever.

He came inside her — deep, endless — and held her in the grass while the sun came up.

Years passed. The boy grew — wild and strong, shifting at five, running the pasture as a colt. Eva grew too — stronger, wilder, more his. She worked the ranch — the Hale ranch, then their own spread, bought with his money (old money, he said, smiling). She trained horses — the best trainer in the county — and every night, she went home to her stallion.

- Still mine, mare?
he would ask, backing her against the cabin wall, his huge cock already hard.

- Always, papacito,
she would whisper, spreading her thighs.
- Always.

He would take her — hard, fast, animal — against the wall, on the floor, in the pasture under the stars — and she would scream and come, and he would fill her, and hold her, and she would be his.

She was twenty-eight, forever. He was thirty-five, forever. She was his devoted sub, his mamacita, his mare, his breeder, the mother of his foal — and he was her papacito, her stallion, her owner — now and always, without exception, forever.

The last breeding season — the one that mattered most — he took her to the north pasture at dawn, where he'd first watched her. He laid her in the grass — naked, the dew on her skin — and shifted, just his eyes, just enough — the too-dark stallion eyes in his man's face — and spread her thighs, and pushed his huge cock into her — slow, deep, endless.

- Right here, mamacita, — he whispered, thrusting slow and grinding, the sun coming up over the pasture.
- Where I first saw you. Where I decided.

- Decided what, papacito? — she breathed, wrapping her legs around him, coming softly.

- That you were mine, — he said, driving deep.
- That I'd breed you. That I'd keep you. Forever.

He fucked her in the pasture — slow, deep, endless — his huge cock filling her, throbbing and pulsating — until she came, sobbing, and he came inside her — deep, endless — and held her in the grass while the sun rose.

- I love you, mamacita, — he whispered — the first time in words, in the pasture, with his cock still throbbing inside her.
- My mare. My girl. My everything.

- I love you too, papacito,
she sobbed, smiling, clenching around him.
- My stallion. My owner. My everything.

He took her again — slow, deep, under the rising sun — and she came twice more, screaming his name across the empty pasture, and he filled her again, and held her, and the horses watched from the fence — the fourteen stallions, the mares, the foals — and the black stallion's mare lay in the grass, claimed and bred and completely his.

She kept the ranch — and him. She trained the horses by day — the best in ...