The Alpha's Breeder ✔️ COMPLETE

**Thirty Six : Easily Read

Warning : Slight sexual content is invisible to some and visible to most. Hopefully everyone has already changed their underwear by now.

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The musky scent of what we had done hung thick in the air, filling the entire room with our combined essence like a pheromone inducing aphrodisiac.

Through my closed eyelids, the morning sun was starting to filter in from the curtains when I tried to roll myself around and found that I couldn't.

I was getting hot and bothered because of the immense source of heat that was attached to my back yet moving seemed like an impossible thing to do.

Eros' arm was draped across my stomach as we lay on our sides, attached together and naked as the day we were born.

My entire back ached like no other along with my extremely swollen breasts while I was still stuffed down below like a turkey for Thanksgiving.

Eros was still inside of me.

And truthfully speaking, I couldn't move a single muscle from yesterday nights exercise to do anything about it.

Why was it that Eros did all the work yet I'm the one feeling like I have been run over by a bulldozer and then had a wrecking ball dropped on me?

And how am I still alive?

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

And 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 he 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.

I truthfully 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. 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 had propped my opening wide to adjust to its size, filling every inch inside until the very tip breached the mouth of my womb and caused a searing yet pleasurable burn to envelope me.

Why did I move for?

I was mentally tempted to slap myself when I felt Eros fingers stroke the underside of my breasts, 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.