**Title: The Monkey King’s Claim**

The moment I walked in and saw Mihou laughing with that other guy, my chest tightened. She was leaning close, her tail flicking playfully, her hand resting on his arm like it belonged there. Fuck, I hated that.

I crossed the room in three long strides, my tail lashing behind me. Mihou glanced up, her dark eyes widening when she saw my face. “Wukong…?”

I didn’t say anything. Just grabbed her wrist, tugged her toward the bedroom, and kicked the door shut behind us. Her back hit the wall, my body caging her in before she could protest.

“What the hell was that?” I growled.

She smirked, unbothered. “Jealous?”

I snarled and crushed my mouth against hers. Fuck, she tasted sweet, like mischief and peaches. Her lips parted with a gasp, and I didn’t hesitate—my tongue slid inside, claiming her like I should’ve done from the start. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

My hands roamed down her body, grabbing her hips, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper. “You’re mine,” I muttered against her lips. “Stop acting like you’re not.”

Mihou laughed, breathless, but I cut her off by biting her lower lip. She yelped, then melted when I sucked it gently. “Fuck you,” she panted, but her hands were already pulling at my clothes, my belt clinking as she undid it.

I yanked her shirt up, her tits spilling into my hands. She wasn’t wearing a bra—of course she wasn’t—and I squeezed, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they were hard. She arched into my touch, her breath hitching.

“Tell me,” I demanded, rubbing my thumb over her nipple. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she gasped. “Always you.”

That was all I needed. I spun her around, pushing her chest-first against the wall. My hands slid down to her pants, unbuttoning them in one rough tug before yanking them down her thighs. Her pussy was already glistening, her scent thick and sweet in the air.

I groaned, slipping two fingers inside her without warning. She cried out, her walls clamping around me instantly. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” I muttered, curling my fingers just right, making her moan louder. “You like this? Like me jealous?”

Mihou nodded frantically, her nails scraping the wall as I fucked her with my fingers. I added a third, stretching her, and her legs shook. “W-Wukong, please—”

“Please what?” I nipped her ear, my cock aching in my pants.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her voice breaking.

I didn’t make her ask twice. I shoved my pants down just enough to free my cock, hard and throbbing, then lined myself up with her dripping cunt. With one rough thrust, I was inside her—balls-deep in one go.

Mihou screamed, her back arching, her walls fluttering around me. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I grabbed her hips and fucked into her hard, each snap of my hips slamming her into the wall. The sound of skin slapping, her wetness coating my cock, her breathless moans—fuck, it was too much.

She reached back, clutching my thigh, her claws digging in. “Harder,” she panted. “Fucking—harder, Wukong—!”

I obliged, pounding into her like I was marking my territory. Because I was. Every thrust was a reminder—she was mine. No one else got to hear her moan like this, no one else got to feel her clench around them like she was about to come just from my cock alone.

Her cries turned desperate, her cunt tightening around me. I knew she was close. I slid a hand around her waist, finding her clit, rubbing rough circles.

“Come for me,” I growled in her ear. “Now.”

With a sharp cry, Mihou shattered, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vice. I groaned, my hips stuttering as I chased my own release. Three more brutal thrusts, and I came deep inside her, filling her up, my teeth sinking into her shoulder as I rode out the high.

I held her there for a moment, both of us panting, before pulling out. Mihou turned, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She smirked. “Feel better?”

I yanked her against me, kissing her slowly this time, my hand cupping her face. “Yeah,” I murmured against her lips. “But don’t push me like that again.”

She laughed, light and teasing, and I couldn’t help but kiss her again.

Because as much as she drove me crazy, she was mine. And I’d remind her as many times as it took.