Breeder's Routine - [Patreon Exclusive]

He’s already waiting for me, perched on that reinforced crate like a throne: broad, statuesque, every inch of him radiating raw heat and animal strength.

My stallion knows the routine. So do I.

He watches me with that heavy-lidded gaze, calm but coiled, his shaft already half-hard against his thigh, slick and twitching with anticipation. There’s no need for words. I strip off my coat and walk straight to him, my hands trailing over his thick chest, my breath catching as I climb into his lap, straddling that monstrous heat.

The moment I line myself up and start to sink down, it’s like splitting open on something forged to ruin me. That blunt, slick crown stretches me wide, forcing me to gasp, to bite down a moan as my body gives way inch by aching inch. He’s thick, obscenely so, and the deeper I take him, the more it burns, delicious and filthy. My thighs tremble as I settle all the way down, bottoming out on that heavy, pulsing length buried inside me. I feel every twitch, every heartbeat through him, seated deep in my gut like he owns it. Like I’m nothing but a tight, needy sleeve wrapped around his cock. And gods, I want it, crave it, clenching down hard just to make him groan like an animal under me.

I move like I’ve done it a thousand times - because I have. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, harder, chasing that perfect friction. The crate creaks beneath us, the stall filled with the slap of precum-soaked fur and the scent of sweat and lust. He growls when I squeeze down, riding him deep and desperate, milking every throb.

A deep snort burst from his throat as his whole body jerks beneath me. I feel the first pulse throb inside, thick and molten, and then he’s flooding me. Rope after rope of hot, heavy seed pumps deep into my guts, so much it makes me shudder, my belly cramping around the sheer force of it. I moan, helpless, as I feel it spill out around the base, leaking down my thighs in sticky trails, my insides so full I swear I can feel every twitch of his cock still pulsing inside me. He doesn’t stop until I’m ruined - used - and exactly how he wants me: dripping, wrecked, and claimed from the inside out.