Marking My Mate [18+]

Metas' eyes were wide with anticipation as Myranda removed his pants and tugged them down past his thighs impatiently.

He was in awe as his wife spread her legs over his erection and slid it down towards his belly so she could slide her slick slit across his large shaft.

"Oh," he let out with delight and lust. He watched her face approach his and enjoyed the deep kiss they shared as her hand traveled between her belly and his until she found his hard member and squeezed her hand around his cock.

Myranda broke their kiss and trailed her tongue down his chest and through the thick black hair that covered most of his upper torso, with a lovely 'treasure trail' that thinned out as it met his intimates.

The bold Luna left large succulent kisses down his shaft and made soft red 'hicky' marks down to his large balls that were heavy in her hand.

Metas was pleased beyond measure, and his abs tensed as the warmth of Myranda's mouth surrounded his aching dick. He could feel her cup her tongue inwards to 'cradle' his manhood as her pursed lips clenched around him as tightly as she could muster.

He put his hands down into her hair and let his fingers wander freely into the mixed strands of black and white. When he put strain on her follicles and pulled them tight, she only pulled her head up and down harder.

"Fuck, Mandy..." he groaned out and tried to beg her back up with his fingertips tugging at her scalp. Her mouth was spectacular, but he already knew that. What he wanted was divine and out of his reach for too long.

She was just as tired of waiting as he was, and slowly removed his member from her hot lips. Myranda wasn't ready to give up control, though - she had other plans. Her shimmy back up to his torso had only been for show.

Just as he was going to pull her mouth towards his, she reared back and pushed herself up on her knees and adjusted both of their sexes so that finally - fucking finally she could feel him stretch her virgin walls.

It felt better than she thought it would. Everyone often said it hurt - but for whatever reason, the stretching to fit his massive cock was more delightful than painful.

Metas' hands reached out and gripped Myranda's hips and sank them deep into her muscles as he felt her tight, wet walls clench around him. His moan was long and loud as he reveled in her heat and touch.

"Oh Goddess, Metas - oh Goddess," she whispered out loud as she fully settled against him. It was odd, and yet so satisfying to feel as stuffed as he had made her, and already she was tensing her inner muscles with sweet anticipation.

He didn't say anything because his head was filled with a fog that only had room for the gratification that washed over him as she started her slow hip motions so his blessed rod could rub against the lubricious tunnel between her legs.

His gold eyes followed her bouncing tits that teased him with each jostle. "I love you, Mandy..." he spoke hotly, but truthfully. He wanted to make sure he said it before he turned the tables on his wife.

"Metas, I love you too... You feel, so so good inside of me," she returned sweetly, but then cried out with pleasure as she brought herself back down onto him.

"I'm glad you feel that way, my Queen" he started with a naughty look on his face. It was his turn to surprise her, now.

His hands cupped her buttocks and gave them a playful squeeze followed by a brief slap that caused her to moan and clench down on his cock. Just as soon as her pleasurable sound finished, he sat up and scooped her into his embrace.

Then, he rolled forward and over powered her position so that now he was the one on top, and she was the one in his mercy. His long hair cascaded down towards her as he leaned in to lock lips again.

The carnal urge to implant his seed within her saturated his need, and his body took over before he even realized that his pace had quickened, and her soft, pillowy breasts were rubbing against his hard chest.

She was so tight that he saw it as a challenge to keep himself snuggled inside of her for as long as possible. He not only felt powerful, he felt a deep connection and a trust for her as their shared kisses, groans, and grunts continued.

He knew she'd never leave him, and now that she was his wife, he wanted her to be the mother of their children now, too.

"Metas, I want you to fill me up," she requested with passion.

"I don't think I could stop myself at this point. I'm ready to mark you with my scent, and fill you up with my seed, and then our children."

"Fuck," she breathed out with awe. "Do it, then - cum inside of me, Metas."

"Mandy" he gasped at her words and couldn't hold the wave of desire any longer. Metas didn't hold back as he spilled ribbons of semen inside of Myranda's sacred womb. The thought of what he just did caused him to have an extra thrill as one last expulsion of seed left him.

"I hope you just got me pregnant," she spoke with a mix of truth and bedroom talk.

"I do as well," he answered with genuine hope, and then leaned down to kiss her forehead and took his time removing himself from her inner embrace.

Finally, he laid down with his back against the cool floor as gusts of air left him.

Not long after, Myranda rolled over towards her husband and tucked herself into his side.

Unintentionally, the two fell asleep as their adrenaline crashed in the comfort of one another's embrace from the events of the day.