Content – Part ll

The corner of his eyes grew slightly red. His palm clamped around her waist once more but they felt different. She was startled, her eyes widened when the beast dipped his head down between her legs and sniffed her c*unt. He was checking if she was ready if her pheromones were high enough to mate. The beast instantly mounted her the totality of his chest weighing down on her chest, his palms planted upon the mattress on either side of her head. She audibly gasped when he pulled out his massive c*ock and thrust it into her ravaged sore walls. Her palms grip onto the fur tightly, her eyes welling up to the harsh way the beast began to f*uck her, so rough and uncaring. She knew it was not Onyx, but she craved his warmth, his delicate touches.
The beast carelessly sunk his canines on the tender flesh of her breast. He wanted to leave his mark. He grabbed her thighs and spread her legs further and pulled her hips higher up in the air. Making it easier for him to bury his c*ock deeper. Her breasts swayed vigorously in response to his every unyielding thrust. A droplet of her red blood trickled down from the open wound on her breast and the beast retracted his canines, his long thick tongue licked the wounds he created and her body shuddered to the contact.
She cried with discomfort when the pace of his thrusts quickened and she knew he was getting close to his discharge. His hips aggressively crashed into hers, clamorous growls thundered out of his chest. And with one conclusive penetrating thrust the head of his c*ock swelled within her, spreading her out further to deliver thick spurts of his semen that painted her red ravaged c*unt. Her body responded to his content growls and as he thrust himself deep a few more times, a wave of orgasm rushed through her body. His hold on her thigh loosened and her hip fell down on the bed. She was breathing heavy, sweat trickled down her naked body and she could feel the stinging pain from the beast's ruthless brutal f*ucking.
“Ophelia!” Onyx beckoned her fondly, his c*ock still buried inside her. He lay down beside her, he took her leg and tossed it over his waist to squirm closer to her. “I’m here now, love. I’m so sorry.” He cooed and Ophelia shook her head, wiping the beads of tear on her cheek.

For a while, they lay there, cuddled into each other’s warmth. When her breathing finally calmed down, Onyx spoke. “Let’s go get cleaned up,”
Ophelia nodded her head and Onyx sat up. He scooped her into his arms and carried them to the adjoined bathroom. While the tub filled with water, he turned on the shower and cleaned her body thoroughly.
“He doesn’t even have any compassion. He’s just way too brutal.” She murmured burying her face into his chest. Onyx stroked her back trying to soothe her heart.
“Are you in pain?” He asked and Ophelia shook her head. “I’m just sore.” She said and Onyx nodded his head.
He went to the tub and checked the temperature of the water before returning to her. He picked her up and carried her to the bathtub. He softly placed her in the warm water and entered the water after her. He lay down behind her and pulled her into his chest. Ophelia snuggled into him and Onyx combed his finger through her hair. He pressed his lips against the crown of her head and they lay there in the warm water, relaxing their fatigued bodies.

“Looks like we are really going to become grandparents!” Cressida cheered placing her cup down on the small table in front of her.
“Great! And I get the Godfather rights!” Kieran hollered clamping his hands together.
“Why you!” Lovis exclaimed and Draven nodded his head. “Yes, why you!”
“I can be the Godfather too!” The twins said together and glared at each other.
“You guys don’t even know Ophelia properly. I am the perfect guy to be the Godfather.” Kieran exclaimed.
“Oh please, you guys are okay as the Uncles. Someone as responsible as me should be the Godfather.” Arderás said smugly sipping his coffee and Gerbert laughed.
“You guys should fight to decide,” Gerbert suggested and Cressida smacked his head.
“That decision is on the parents. They are the ones who would decide.” Cressida said and Mason rolled his eyes sighing loudly.
“She isn’t even pregnant yet!” Mason exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, she will be by the end of today. I trust my brother’s semen. He for sure will get her pregnant.” Lovis proudly said and Mason gaged. “For f*uck’s sake stop talking about this!”
“You knew they will mate right? And she will get pregnant and we will be grandparents.” Gerbert said and Mason frustratedly threw his hands in the air.
“Stop talking about their s*ex life like that man!”
“I mean what’s the issue, you knew she was s*exually active.” Gerbert casually said sipping his tea and Mason clenched his teeth.
“I knew she was but that doesn’t mean we should talk about them f*ucking so openly here. Hell, I didn’t even expect him to take her to his room right in front of me! She’s my little girl!” Mason exclaimed and they chuckled.
“Rest assured, you’ll forget all this when she bares our grandchild and when you would be playing with a little beast.” Gerbert patted his back and Mason put a biscuit in his mouth with a sour face.

Ophelia couldn’t help but stare at the red mark on the joint her neck and shoulder meet. Her finger softly grazed over it and she shivered with delight as her body jolted awake. Ophelia smiled to herself staring in the mirror and two bulky arms went around her waist pulling her to his hard muscular chest. She turned her head slightly and Onyx peaked her lips.
“You look even more beautiful with my mark on your neck.” He growled and Ophelia smiled.
“I like how it looks.” She murmured.
“Let’s go downstairs.” He said and Ophelia nodded her head.
As they entered the living area of the manor, they could hear laughter coming from the backyard. Onyx lead them towards the backyard with their hands intertwined. He pushed open the glass double door and their family looked up at them. Ophelia smiled and before she could take a step forward, she was attacked with a bone-crushing hug.
“Oh, my Goddess! I have been waiting to see you for so long!” The female voice cheered and Ophelia glanced at Onyx who smiled down at them. Then when the female pulled back from the hug, Ophelia instantly knew who she was. She was an exact copy of her mother and most probably one of the most beautiful human beings on the face of the earth.
“You are so beautiful!” Trista gushed and Ophelia smiled at her.
“Thank you and I think you are even prettier than me.”
“You are so sweet! Brother, you are so lucky!” She turned to Onyx and enveloped him in a hug.
“Thank you for bringing her!” Trista hollered and turned to Ophelia. “I always wanted a sister! Life gets hectic amongst all these men! We can go on girls’ night out, paint our nails, dress up, go shopping and so much more!” Trista exclaimed, Onyx and Kieran scoffed from behind.
“Good luck with that.” They both muttered in unison and Ophelia glared at them. Trista’s eyes suddenly widened when she got a whiff of Ophelia’s scent and her eyes fell on the mark on her neck.
“You guys mated!” She exclaimed and turned towards the family sitting around the coffee table. “I’m going to be an aunt soon! And the Godmother!” She exclaimed and Ophelia’s cheek crimsoned.
“And I’ll be the Godfather!” All four brothers hollered together and glared at each other. Trista ran to her parents while the brothers quarrelled amongst themselves. Onyx pulled Ophelia into his chest by her waist and she rested her head on his chest. Onyx placed a kiss on her temple and she contentedly closed her eyes.