i thought you had been joking when you called your cock a bitch-breaker, and warned me that if I agreed to help with your rut, you couldn’t promise you wouldn’t break me.
i should’ve known that you were being serious.
by the time i realized, it was too late—you, barely appearing human beyond a specific light beyond your eyes and growled words and orders, already had me pinned, mounted, speared on your cock. i was already yours, and i was already slipping into a mindset where I didn’t care if you broke me.
your cock stretched me so good, reached so deep inside me, creating a bulge in my stomach with each thrust, bullying my cervix. and it felt so good. it didnt take long for me to cum just from you pounding my cunt, and didn’t take me much longer to become addicted to the feeling of cumming on your cock, whining and begging for you to keep going and make me cum again.
you were so happy to oblige, your own deepest instincts reached by my begs, growling, good puppy, good breeding bitch, gonna knock you up, make you carry my litter.
i could barely breathe with the speed and strength of your thrusts. i was dizzy with it, trying to angle my hips just right so you could keep hitting the right spots. eventually you just grabbed my hips yourself, digging your claws into my skin and pounding away without letting me move an inch, and I was putty in your hands, crying out and cumming over and over as you hit just the right spot every time without fail.
when your knot swelled, it took even more effort to force it into my cunt: you were already hitting my cervix and stretching me so wide, i didn’t think it would fit. despite all of that, you made it fit, forcing the head of your cock through my cervix and flooding my womb with your cum directly as I gasped and cried out, another orgasm hitting me and securing what your knot had already started.
i was limp in your arms when both of our orgasms ended, drooling and whining and grinding down on your knot. i didn’t have enough functioning brain left to know, but you did, and you had warned me. you’d fucked me dumb with your bitch-breaker. i didn’t have to worry about it, though: from now on, all I had to worry about was being a good breeding bitch and warming your knot at all times.