The Alpha's Breeder

How am I still alive?

I don't even remember how many times we did it because I lost track after the first handful of times.

I was actually scared that Eros would kill me with his cock so I ended up pleading for my life rather pathetically so that Eros would feel bad and back off.

Which he did in the end after the Nth round.

It makes me wonder if anyone has ever died of having too much sex.

Because I felt like I had died each time I came, almost to the point of blacking out.

Last night I could barely close my thighs together because it felt extremely sensitive to the touch, rawer than anything.

Yet this morning, I felt as if I had been put back together.

From the way he was pounding into me last night, I was scared that I wouldn't be able to walk straight for days, but it no longer hurt down there like I had thought.

Perhaps, this was one of the benefits of having a magical womb that could regenerate, making sex with a werewolf not as lethal.

Although my lady bits weren't hurting very much, my back and legs ached from the straining positions like no other.

If only I had this magical ability for the rest of my body, not just my womb.

With a muffled sigh after trying to delay moving as long as I could, I opened my thighs a bit wider and tried to ease off of his flaccid shaft.

And at the initial movement, I stilled in complete horror.

It was hard again.

The thick shaft propped my opening wide to adjust to its large size, filling every inch inside until the very tip breached the mouth of my womb and caused a searing yet pleasurable burn to envelop me.

Why did I move for?

I was mentally tempted to slap myself when I felt Eros fingers stroke the underside of my breasts, his warm lips kissing against the skin of my shoulder in a dazzle of sparks.

At this point, playing dead seemed like a good option.

At least that was what I thought until I felt Eros mischievous hands travel from my breasts down to my belly button and continue to teasingly slide down south.

Goosebumps formed all over my skin and I had to refrain from shivering at the sensation.

"Eros!" I warned, voice too hoarse and raspy to sound menacing like I had wanted.

My hand immediately grabbed onto his, stopping him from going further down, not that a certain part of his body wasn't already there.

He chuckled warmly against my ear and huskily said, "I thought you were going to play dead, mate."

"Take what out?" he replied almost too innocently for my taste.

Oh, so he's going to play dumb now.

My eyes narrowed and I turned my head to look at him from over my shoulder to see him smirking rather brightly, full of energy and life with a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.

Eros looked completely sated and pleased while I probably looked like I had been run over by a bus and trampled by a herd of elephants.

This is really unfair!

"I want to take a shower. Just take it out," I muttered in defeat, scratching lightly on the inside of his palm while pouting in irritation.

"We can take one together," he teased, glancing rather slyly at my face.

And I wonder if this was really the gentleman Eros that I knew.

I dropped my head back onto the pillow and moaned into the fabric. "My back already hurts enough."

He chuckled deeply at my misery and started to massage along my back and sides with just enough pressure to make me sigh out happily.

I was rather content until he pulled my leg upwards with his arm, making me tense my entire body in response.