“W-wait,” she stuttered.
She felt weird. It felt good, too good, being filled this far, this deep, but it was also strange.
“You begged for more, and I’m giving it to you.” But he did bury his snout into her neck. “It’ll be over in a moment, and then I can give you whatever you want. Harder, softer, deeper, lighter, faster, slower. Whatever you call for, I will make sure you have it.”
Something seemed to snap within her brain when he was three quarters in. Reia melted, her tongue poking out as she desperately panted like an animal in heat. Her vision dazed completely, and she attempted to wrap her legs around his hips so she could pull him in.
There was a certain pressure that made her mind fog.
“More,” she pleaded, and he continued to give it her. Then she felt the flared base of his cock where those bulges were
when they started pressing against her entrance, and he stopped. “Oh fuck, yes.”
She tilted her hips up and down, moving him inside her pussy herself, and a full body shiver wracked her. She could feel he was past her navel, could feel pressure behind it and further up as she moved. He removed his claws from her to place his hand against the bed.
“Your cunt is mine now.” He pulled back, and she felt the long stroke of it all the way to the flared head, then he surged forward quickly until he was buried all the way.
“Nothing else but me will fit inside you, my little doe.”
The girth of his engorged cock, the length of it, the texture of those frills tickling her insides and entrance, and the pure heat of it – Reia didn’t want anything else.
His tentacles clamped around her legs and hips tightly, and he leaned back to tower over her on a straightened arm. He pressed his other hand against her chest, his fingers splayed so that both her breasts could be between them from underneath.
He used his hips and the tentacles to lift hers up higher and off the bed, curling her back as he held her down and in place.
Staring up at his wolfish skull, his glowing eyes a deep purple, while his fur was ruffled, all Reia felt was desire and lust. And the room was dim, placing him in near darkness just the way she preferred him.
She was lost the moment he started thrusting over her body. All the slowness from before was accompanied by a harder pump. His tentacles tried to make her follow his hips, but his hand holding her down forced them to stretch so he could pull back. And he came in deep, digging into her body and kissing her cervix tightly with the tip of his strange cock.
His body shuddered, his fur and fins lifting, as he tilted his head back. He was on his knees, and any of the gentleness she always received from him was gone.
The strokes to her walls were intense, narrowing when he pulled back, then spreading when he pushed in. The head dug into the swelling ridge of her G-spot, always gouging into it and tickling it with his frills.
His thrusts were measured, but she let out a loud scream when she started coming. Her body hopelessly clenched and spasmed in the sheer rapture of this, of him. She grabbed the wrist of his hand holding her down and the furs of the bed with her other hand, trying to steady herself as she broke apart under the power of her own orgasm that had been impatiently waiting since he’d used his tongue on her.
He didn’t slow, didn’t savour her as she came around his cock for the first time. He turned his head down and snarled with his jaws parting, his hips pistoning faster to draw it out.
“Good, Reia. Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you until you wet my cock with your orgasm?”
“Yes!” she cried, her legs kicking out as she continued to milk him with blunt nails clawing.
Why is he so damn naughty like this?!
He was usually so soft and gentle, almost shy with her the rest of the time. But when he was free with his desire, he spoke filthy words to her, changing into a creature that ramped up her need like a spiralling cyclone. It was driving her insane.
He’d told her he’d claimed her pussy, that it was his, and right now she knew it was. He was the one taking it, filling it, stretching it, ruining it, and she adored it.
“Well, I wanted to taste it,” he bit, yanking his hips back until the tentacles were forced to release her when she stopped squeezing him.
He withdrew and wrapped his hand around her thigh to lift her backside into the air so he could drag his tongue all the way along the slit of her pussy. A messy lick from her entrance all the way to her clit. He lapped up the remnants
of her orgasm, slipping his tongue inside to make sure he took every drop he could.
It didn’t feel as fulfilling like before.
Then he lowered her back onto his cock.
“That’s better,” he said, smacking his tongue inside his mouth. “Your taste is delicious.”
He slipped his knees back to lie over her, wrapping an arm underneath her body to clasp her backside when he was deep once more, and his tentacles returned to cling.
Reia could do nothing but take him as he started to move once more. She knew he was only pulling back halfway, but he came in faster than before – he came in hard. Her head lolled under the onslaught.
He was everywhere. His large body sheltered hers, hiding the light and only giving her him. She could feel nothing but the temperature of his body, his shaft moving, his fur rubbing over her and abrading her nipples and flesh. All she could smell was him. All she could hear were his unhidden grunts, his groans, his huffs, and those bells jingling so rapidly that they gave them a fast-paced song.
Sweat dripped from her and washed her body. Her limbs trembled as she dug her nails into his back, gripping his fur in hard tugs. She didn’t know if she was hurting him, but even if he told her to stop, she couldn’t.
Reia came again, and her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, unable to make a sound as her lungs seized. Too much. It’s too much.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whispered repeatedly. “It feels so good.”
Floating in rapture, being pounded into wildly, Reia was lost, broken, shattered into a million tiny pieces. She wondered if she’d ever be able to be put back together again.
He let out a haunting groan, kneading her backside as she milked him.
She didn’t need more, this was already mind breaking, but she couldn’t stop whispering, “fuck me, fuck me.”
Reia tore into his back, bucking beneath him. It was fire, it was passion, it burned so good that she was disintegrating.
