My Crazy Luna: The Last Voltron Descendant.

"What are you doing to me, Marvel?" He moaned in my ear, licking my earlobe, tracing his tongue down to my neck, and forcing out a little gasp of pleasure from my mouth. "How can you lock me in your quagmire?"

I grinned as those words escaped from his mouth. Who could have believed that the great Alpha of the Matilda pack could accept a half-breed as his mate? It's absurd.

I moaned, repositioning my body as his tongue licked my left nipple, and wrapped my leg around his naked body as his head buried deep into my breast.

The warmth of his body made me go wide, and I could feel my body getting restless, enthusiastic to mate with him, waiting impatiently for him to mark me. It's something I have been dreaming about ever since he accepted me as his mate.

I clung tightly to his body as if he would disappear like he did when the Voltrons came for his throne, and I licked his neck to make him more horny.

As he traced his tongue down to my chest, all the way to my abdomen, I managed to pull my hand, which he had pinned to the bed-rest, smoothing his back to the tail of his medulla oblongata, and then smacking his buttocks.

He scoffed, "You're so naughty."

"You taught me," I remarked, rolling over him and positioning myself properly on top of him.

I bent low a little, my naked body, huge boobs, and mouth touching his chest, and then I whispered into his ear, "Let's make a baby."