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Moonlight

Valko x reader

Words: 5k

Tw: panties sniffing, heat cycles, primal instincts, biting, nipple sucking, pussy eating, rough sex, size difference, marking, knotting, breeding kink

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You slowly lowered the hood of your robe as you passed through the stone gate that formed the boundary between the forest and the city. A gust of wind immediately brushes your face, bringing a distinctive aroma that you haven't breathed in a long time. Warm bread fresh from the stove, cinnamon, dried flowers hanging in front of the herbal shop, and the smell of spices mixed with the autumn air.

All around you, the streets are filled with people walking around. Traders were busy offering their wares in loud voices, children were running around laughing, while several horse-drawn carriages passed slowly on the cobbled streets. The city always felt alive, as if it had never known the word silence.

You exhale slowly.

It felt like it had been quite a long time since I last set foot in this place. Time in the middle of the forest passes so differently. Days passed without the hustle and bustle of people, without the sound of trains or the conversation of residents. The only sounds that could be heard were the rustling of leaves, the flow of a small river, and the occasional howl of wolves that broke the silence of the night. At first everything felt strange. But slowly… you start to get used to it.

You tightened your grip on the wicker basket in your arms before starting to wander the market aisles. Today's shopping list is quite long. Flour, salt, oil, several bunches of fresh vegetables, potatoes, carrots, garlic, spices, candles, and even a few weeks' supply of herbal remedies. One by one, the items you need begin to fill the basket. Occasionally, you stop to chat briefly with the vendors who are starting to recognize your face, even though they never really know where you're from.

After you've bought almost everything, you stop at a small stall in the corner of the market. Its wooden shelves are filled with chocolate bars wrapped in simple brown paper, neatly arranged in woven baskets. For some time now, this place has always been your last stop before going home.

A faint smile appears unconsciously at the corner of your lips.

The middle-aged woman manning the stall immediately lifts her head when she sees you.

“Another chocolate, ma'am?”

You nod slowly.

“Yes, please. Give me six.”

The woman chuckles as she begins to take several chocolate bars from the shelf.

“Six? Oh my… those little kids are greedy, huh?”

You frown.

“L-little kids?”

“Isn’t this for your children?” she asks, neatly wrapping the chocolates. “You always buy so many.”

You’re silent for a moment.

Then an awkward laugh escapes.

“Ah… yes… that’s right.”

Little kids?

If only the woman knew who was actually eating all the chocolates.

The image of someone who always keeps a straight face yet somehow keeps the chocolate supply in the kitchen cupboard dwindling every morning makes you almost laugh to yourself.

Strangely, every time she asks, her answer is always the same. Short. Convincing. As if you’re seeing things wrong.

“Thank you.”

You accept the package of chocolates with both hands.

“Tell those little ones not to eat too much before dinner.” the woman says with a warm smile.

“I will.”

That little lie slips out of your mouth again.

After saying goodbye, you head back down the city streets. A few last shops remain to be visited. Sewing thread, fabric to mend worn-out clothes, soap, and some coffee to stock up on. Time flies by much faster than you realize. As you exit the last shop, most of the vendors have already begun packing up their wares. The streets, once bustling with people, are now slowly emptying. The sun, which had been high up earlier, now hangs low behind the rooftops, bathing the entire city in a golden orange glow.

Your chest immediately feels uneasy.

You look up at the sky.

Too late.

You quickly pull your hood back over your face. The basket in your hand feels much heavier now, but your pace quickens. You leave the main road, passing by homes as people begin to light oil lamps in their windows, one by one.

Soon, the cobblestone path turns into damp ground filled with tree roots. Rows of tall trees tower before you, gradually swallowing the remaining sunlight. The sounds of the city fade away, replaced by the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the chirping of crickets that begin to fill the forest.

For some reason… you have a feeling that someone is waiting for you to return home.

You quicken your pace as the sunlight completely disappears behind the dense trees. The path, previously illuminated by a faint orange glow, is now shrouded in dark shadows. The night breeze blows gently, rustling the leaves, creating a rustling sound that echoes through them.

Luckily, you already know this path. Even without light, your feet know where to go.

Then, a small cottage came into view behind the towering pine trees. The simple wooden house stood alone in the forest, almost completely covered by bushes and vines. A thin stream of smoke billowed from the chimney, while golden light from the windows reflected softly between the tree trunks.

The sight always managed to make you breathe a sigh of relief. After a long journey, you were finally home.

You climbed the wooden steps, which creaked slightly under your feet before knocking twice on the door. The shopping basket still hung in your arms, feeling much heavier than when you left.

“Valko?”

No answer.

You waited a few seconds, hoping to hear footsteps from inside the house. Usually, he would open the door before you could even call his name. But this time… it was quiet.

Your brows furrowed slightly. Maybe he was reading again.

“Valko?” you called again, a little louder.

Still no answer.

You slowly reached for the doorknob and pushed it open a crack. Just as you were about to step inside, a large hand suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind the door.

“Ah—!”

Your body was pulled inside so quickly that the basket in your hand nearly slipped. The wooden door slammed shut behind you, its thud echoing throughout the room. Before you could catch your breath, your back was pressed against the doorframe, while the tall figure stood so close that there was barely any space between you.

His arms immediately embraced you tightly. Too tight. As if to ensure you were truly in front of him and not just an illusion. His face then buried itself in the crook of your neck, his nose gently brushing against your skin as he took a deep breath. Not once, but repeatedly, like a wolf making sure the scent of its prey hadn't changed.

“Why are you so late…” he murmured in a low, slightly muffled voice against your shoulder. “I finished three books waiting for you to come home.”

His tone was as flat as usual. But you knew exactly what it meant. He was complaining.

A small smile immediately spread across your face. You gently rubbed his back a few times, trying to calm the man who had clearly been waiting for you for a long time.

“I’m sorry, Valko. I did a lot of shopping… and the city is really busy today.”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he sniffed your hair again, your shoulders, and even the edge of the hood still covering your head. His nose wrinkled slightly before a soft click escaped his lips.

His golden gaze then landed on you with an unreadable expression.

“I know.”

He leaned in a little closer.

“You smell like other humans.”

He spoke the words evenly, but his jaw seemed to tighten slightly.

“I hate it.”

Before you could open your mouth to defend yourself—

Chomp.

“Gah—”

You winced when his teeth lightly nipped at your cheek. It didn’t hurt, just enough to leave a red mark that made you reflexively hold your cheek.

“Valko…”

Your tone was resigned.

"Ouch… Okay, okay. I'll shower after dinner."

Only after hearing that answer did he seem slightly satisfied. His embrace loosened until he finally let go of you. Without a word, he took the shopping basket from your hands and carried it to the kitchen, as if it were his duty.

You simply shook your head slightly with an amused smile before following behind him.

Valko didn't head straight to the dining room. He first placed the shopping basket on the kitchen counter and began unloading its contents one by one.

His large hands moved far more carefully than one might expect. Flour was placed on the top shelf to keep it from getting damp, bottles of herbs were neatly arranged by the window, while fresh vegetables were transferred to wicker baskets hanging from the kitchen ceiling. You simply stood in the doorway, taking off your robe, watching him work in silence.

The sight had always struck you as strange.

Outside the cottage, anyone who saw him would probably have thought him a terrifying monster. A tall figure with wolf ears, a sharp gaze, and claws capable of ripping apart tree trunks with a single swing. But inside this small house, the same person is busy making sure the potatoes aren't mixed with the onions, then folding the empty shopping bags so they can be reused later.

Unconsciously, the corners of your lips lift.

“What?”

His flat voice makes you flinch.

“Hm?”

“You’ve been staring.”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head.

“Nothing.”

He stares at you for a few seconds, as if trying to figure out what’s going on in your head. But in the end, he just sighs softly before returning to tidying up the remaining items.

Meanwhile, you begin rolling up your sleeves and preparing dinner. The fire in the stove is rekindled, filling the kitchen with a comforting warmth. A large pot is placed on top, followed by a small amount of butter, which slowly melts before releasing a fragrant aroma. The garlic and onions you just sliced begin to sauté, the sound of their sizzling softly filling the room.

Soon, the aroma of cooking begins to spread throughout the cottage.

Valko, who had been sitting by the fire, slowly lifts his head.

His wolf ears moved slowly, following every aroma wafting from the kitchen. His golden gaze never truly left you, even when he opened the book he'd been reading.

You were used to it.

Whether he was reading, carving wood, or repairing the roof, there was always a pair of eyes silently watching you.

“Can you hand me the rosemary?”

Without repeating himself, he stood up. His steps were calm as he took the bunch of rosemary hanging by the window and placed it beside the cutting board without a word.

“Thank you.”

He simply nodded slightly.

Soon afterward, a simple dinner was finally served on the table. A bowl of warm soup, freshly baked bread re-baked over the embers, and several slices of roast beef still smoking. Outside, the night wind grew stronger, occasionally making the windows rattle gently. But the warmth inside the cottage made everything feel so peaceful.

You ate in a silence that had become so familiar.

Every now and then, you'd tell him how busy the market was today, how a little boy nearly dropped a basket of apples while chasing a butterfly, or how a florist insisted red roses would bring good luck.

Valko didn't respond much. He just listened, occasionally nodding or making short murmurs to show he was still following your story. Even so, you knew he remembered every detail. He always did.

After the empty plates were moved to the sink, you smiled slightly and opened one of the paper bags you'd hidden earlier.

"Close your eyes."

Valco eyed you suspiciously.

"…Why?"

"Just trust me."

He was silent for a moment before finally sighing softly and closing his eyes, though his expression clearly showed he didn't understand what you were doing.

You took out the six chocolate bars you'd just bought, broke one into small pieces, and arranged them on a wooden plate.

"Okay. You can open them now."

Slowly, his eyes opened.

His golden gaze fell immediately on the plate in front of him, then shifted to you.

“…Chocolate?”

You nodded with a smile.

“I remembered we’re almost out. So… I bought your favorite.”

For the first time that night, his cold expression changed slightly. It was barely noticeable, but the corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

“…Thank you.”

His voice was low. Almost a murmur.

Then, without any further embarrassment, he took a piece of chocolate and ate it.

Followed by a second piece… then a third.

You just chuckled, resting your chin on your palm.

So cute

Turns out… six bars are never enough.

After dinner, you decide to take a shower. The warm water you've been heating slowly flows down your skin, which is starting to get cold after the long journey from the city. A thin steam fills the small bathroom, while the fatigue that has been weighing on your body slowly disappears.

On the other hand, Valko is still sitting in front of the bathroom door. The book he was reading earlier is now lying abandoned beside him. The sound of running water from behind the door is enough to let him know you're still there.

Soon, his eyes fall on your clothes, folded haphazardly in the basket. He reaches for a pair of your used underwear. Closing his eyes, he brings the soft fabric to his nose and takes a deep breath.

Your pure scent—a blend of sweet warmth and that signature scent that always managed to drive him crazy—instantly filled his chest.

His blood raced, triggering a wave of burning heat from within. Unable to resist his wild, possessive instincts any longer, Valko parted his lips slightly. He slowly stuck out his tongue, tasting the lingering scent of you there, his breath growing heavy and ragged.

Click.

The sound of the door lock turning suddenly broke the silence.

Before Valko could hide his tracks, the bathroom door swung open. Your figure emerged from behind a cloud of white steam, wearing a thin nightgown, your damp hair framing your fresh face.

Instantly, pure panic struck Valko. With the almost invisible speed of a predator, he threw the clothes back into the hamper. He immediately turned around and tried to pretend he was tidying up scattered books, though his chest was still heaving and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

You stared at him, the remaining moisture still clinging to your skin. Your damp hair occasionally dripped onto your exposed shoulder.

“Hmm? What are you doing? Have you been waiting for me to shower?” you asked in a subtle, teasing tone.

Valko jumped slightly, trying desperately to hide his racing heartbeat. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze to the book on the floor with a forced, stiff expression.

“No, I was reading a book,” he replied in a deep, slightly hoarse voice, refusing to look you directly in the eye for fear that the glint of passion and guilt in his eyes would betray him.

You simply nodded, too tired to suspect his strange behavior after the long, draining journey. Then you walked over to the bed and plopped down there. Your body seemed to melt as the soft mattress welcomed your fatigue. You closed your eyes for a moment before patting the empty space next to you.

“Come here, Valko, lay down,” you invited, looking at him with a pair of dull yet warm eyes.

However, Valko didn't move as you expected. He hesitantly stepped closer, then simply sat on the edge of the bed. His straight back looked incredibly tense, as if every muscle in his body was bracing for a major storm.

Feeling the atmosphere suddenly turn heavy, your drowsiness instantly vanished. You got up from the bed, crawled slowly over to him from behind, and stroked his cheek, which felt much warmer—even hot—than usual.

“What's wrong? Are you okay?” you asked, overcome with deep anxiety.

Valko closed his eyes tightly, savoring your touch for a few precious seconds. He brought his face close to your cheek, inhaling your scent as deeply as possible as if trying to commit it to memory before he had to leave.

“I’m going out tonight… it’s a full moon. My rut is coming.”

Rut. A word that instantly made your heart sink. Oh… you forgot about that. The terrifying and painful cycle that wolf-shifters like him must face every full moon.

“Oh… I see…” you muttered softly, your gaze blank.

Before you could process everything or respond further, Valko immediately got up and walked out. His steps were hurried, as if every second he spent near you was a grave threat to your safety.

Watching his retreating back toward the door, the fear of losing him tonight suddenly overwhelmed you. Without thinking, you stood up from the bed. Your bare feet stomped on the cold wooden floor, chasing after him in mounting panic. But you immediately caught up to him and hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms tightly around his strong waist.

“Wait!” you cried, half-sobbing, burying your face in his broad back.

“Y/N, let go,” Valko commanded. His voice was no longer human; a low, predatory growl began to creep in between his words. His body stiffened like a rock under your embrace.

“C-can’t you stay here?” you asked, your voice trembling, tears welling in your eyes.

“I can’t, I don’t want to hurt you,” he snapped, though there was a hint of desperation in his voice. He knew how dangerous a wolf in rut could be around a mere human.

You shook your head vigorously, tightening your grip on his waist, refusing to let him go even an inch.

“Please, I don’t want you to handle your pain alone. We’re together now, at least share it with me.”

Hearing your sincere yet dangerous plea, Valko’s defenses crumbled. He turned around and squeezed your arm tightly—firm enough to hold you in place, but still retaining a trace of control so as not to hurt you. He lowered his head, staring directly into your eyes with a gaze filled with tormented inner conflict.

“No, you don’t understand. I’m a beast, you’re a human. What if I can’t control myself and end up hurting you?” Valko exclaimed, his hot, ragged breath fanning your face, revealing the thin margin of control he had left.

Your tears finally spilled, hot and stinging, as you shook your head with a strong, unwavering determination. You don't care about the danger, you don't care about the teeth, the claws, or the terrifying power that can break a human body in two. All you care about is the man behind the beast, the one who is currently suffering in silent, lonely pain.

"I-I… don't want you to be alone, Valco, it hurts me too… how you are alone when it's cold and dark outside and you endure those pains alone."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the scent of pine, leaves, and the intoxicating, musky heat emanating from his skin. For a moment, the only sound was the rhythm of his breath, broken and irregular.

His hands rose to grasp your face, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that almost caused injury. His eyes were no longer soft and warm; they had turned a lustful, liquid gold, his pupils dilated and dark. He stared at you with such feral lust that it felt as if they could devour the air between you.

"You're so stubborn," he growled, his forehead pressed against yours. His skin felt incredibly hot, a fever that seemed to pulse in rhythm with your rapid heartbeat. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking for? When the moon reaches its peak, there won’t be a man left to hold you gently. There will only be the wolf. He won’t know your name… he will only know your scent. He will only want to claim you. He will want to mark you, to tear into you, to consume every inch of your soul until there is nothing left but the scent of us.”

“Then let him,” you whispered, your voice a brave yet trembling vow. You reached out, your fingers trembling as you cupped his hot face, your thumb tracing the line of his sharp jaw. You leaned in, closing the narrow gap between you until your lips were only a breath’s distance from his.

“Let the wolf come, Valko. Because no matter how much he wants to take, he will find that I am already his. Take the pain, take the hunger… take all of me. Just don’t make me watch you fight the darkness alone.”

The last vestiges of the man he once was were gone, swept away by a wave of primal instincts. His mouth crashed against yours, not with the tender affection of a lover, but with the desperate, hungry ferocity of a predator. It was a painful, possessive kiss, redolent with heat and unbridled desire, his tongue plunging into your mouth to claim you with a dominance that left you breathless and dizzy.

His hands, once so careful not to scratch your delicate skin, now roamed your body with frantic, unbridled lust. He lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you back toward the bed, his movements heavy and unforgiving.

As he lowered you onto the sheets, moonlight spilled through the window, bathing his lustful golden eyes in the skylight. He towered over you, a shadow of muscle and heat, his chest heaving as he stared down at you.

“Then don’t say I didn’t warn you. Because tonight, Y/n… tonight, you will belong to nothing but the hunger.”

Valko buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in short, hot, and labored gasps. He wasn’t just kissing you, he was devouring you. His tongue swept across your skin, licking and sucking at the pulse point on your neck. His teeth grazed your skin—not a full bite, but a sharp, stinging warning of the mark he would leave.

His body clearly showed that he was losing the battle for control. His ears stood erect, quivering with every moan you let out, and his tail swished wildly behind him, fueled by a restless, primal energy.

His hands were no longer gentle. They were rough, impatient, and heavy. He slid his fingers under the hem of your pajama dress and pulled it up.

His large hands moved to your breasts, kneading them together. He pushed his face between them, his hot skin sliding over yours, before he attached his mouth to one of your nipples. He began sucking hard, his mouth creating a hot vacuum that was both torturous and pleasurable. When he bit you with his teeth—a sharp, sudden bite—you let out a broken moan, your hips bucking instinctively against him.

“Nghh ah! Valko!”

He was merciless. He moved down, his mouth leaving a wet, hot trail down the center of your chest. He licked and kissed along your stomach, his tongue sweeping over your skin with passion. Every touch was heavy, urgent, and utterly devoid of human control. He was a wolf, and you were his only prey.

His tongue swept over your navel, a wet, heavy stroke that made your stomach muscles tremble with anticipation. He wasn’t just kissing you, he was licking you with a wolfish passion. He wanted his scent to penetrate every pore and into your bones.

Valko gripped your thighs, forcing them wide open. He wasn’t just opening you, he was displaying you before him like a prize. His lustful golden eyes locked on your swollen, glistening nub, staring at the moisture coating your folds. He looked utterly feral, his jaw set and his chest heaving, a thin trickle of saliva barely escaping his lips as he stared at your vagina.

“You have no idea how much I want to eat you right now.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in, his nose touching your sensitive skin as he inhaled your scent deeply until it filled his lungs. He inhaled the scent of your arousal like it was oxygen, a guttural moan bursting from his throat.

Then, he finally touched you. His tongue darted out, a heavy, wet swipe that swept from the base of your slit all the way to your swollen clit. You let out a cry, your hips jerking upward.

“Mhhmmm! Ah!”

Valko licked you with a frenzied, uncontrollable passion, his mouth moving at a speed that felt almost paralyzing. He licked and sucked, his tongue deep and insistent, as if he were trying to gulp down every drop of your essence. The sound of wet licking filled the room.

“Good… god… Y/n… you taste so sweet…” he groaned.

The sensation was too intense. Your head fell back onto the pillow, your eyes rolling as waves of incredible pleasure hit you. Your hands slid down, your fingers desperately tangling in his hair. You weren’t just touching him, you were gripping him, pulling his head harder against your crotch, wanting more, wanting him to plunge deeper.

“More… Valko, please…”

Valko responded by picking up the pace, his tongue moving at a frenzied, rhythmic pace that ignited a fiery spark behind your eyelids. He licked you with desperate, uncontrollable lust, his hot, heavy breaths hitting your inner thighs. Every time he sucked on your clit, a strangled, ragged moan escaped your throat, echoing in the room.

“Omg… Valko… I’m close… please!”

Your vision blurred, and then you fell apart. You climaxed hard, your vaginal walls pulsing and clenching around the void as your juices gushed all over his face and mouth. Valko didn't flinch, remaining bent over the mess, his tongue moving relentlessly to lapping up every drop of your nectar. He gulped you down like a man dying of thirst, swallowing your essence with a guttural growl of satisfaction that vibrated through your thighs.

Your body was still trembling, your muscles twitching from the aftershocks of the earthquake, as he began trailing wet, passionate kisses down your inner thighs. Above you, the full moon hung in the sky like a watchful eye, its light flooding the room and igniting the beast within him.

Suddenly, Valko sat up straight. His breathing was heavy, ragged, and sounds more like a wounded animal than a human. He towered over you, his golden eyes wide and dark with terrifying, uncontrollable lust. Between his legs, his enormous, vein-wreathed, throbbing penis stood rigid and ferocious, dripping with pre-ejaculate in the moonlight. He looked as if he were about to explode, his entire body trembling with the sheer force of his lust.

You pulled him down, kissing his lips. As you kissed him, your hand slid down, gripping the base of his erect, massive penis tightly. You began to stroke him, your palm sliding up and down the length of his shaft, feeling the wild throbbing of his blood. He let out a sound that was half sob, half growl, his head falling back as you stimulated him.

Slowly, you guided his penis toward your drenched vagina, the head of his penis touching your swollen clit. You guided the thick, throbbing head of his penis into your slit. The friction felt like electricity, his body heat almost overwhelming you as you slowly lowered yourself, inserting him inch by torturous inch.

Valko thrust into you with unwavering determination and violence. With one heavy, painful thrust, he plunged his entire length into you, his thick, throbbing cock touching the base of your cervix.

The sensation was incredible. You felt stretched to your limit, your vaginal walls forced to widen to accommodate his enormous girth.

“V-Valko… oh god… you’re so deep…” your voice was nothing but a broken, breathless moan. Your hand slid to your lower abdomen, your fingers digging into the skin where you could almost feel his hard, blunt form stretching you from within. It felt as if he was touching your core, filling every empty space inside you.

Then, the real attack began.

He begins thrusting into you at a brutal, merciless pace, his thick cock slamming in and out of you with a wet, rhythmic smacking sound that echoes throughout the room.

FWOP FWOP FWOP

You let out a loud moan that turns into a sob. It all—the heat, the fullness, the way he's controlling every inch of you—is too much. The sensation is so intense it almost overwhelms you, a delicious ache that brings tears to your eyes. You cry, but not from sadness, but from the feeling of being dominated by him.

He doesn't slow down. In fact, the sound of your cries seems to trigger the beast inside him to move even harder.

“Haah… Y/N… fuck… you're so fucking tight…”

His large hands grip your hips like iron shackles. He lifts them high off the bed to change the angle. He wants to go deeper. He wants to reach the very depths of your womb. You let out a sharp cry, your fingers clawing at his muscular back, your nails leaving long red crescent marks in his skin as you tried to restrain yourself from the assault.

“Can you feel it, Y/n? Your pussy is gripping me so hard… it makes me want to breed you. To put my babies inside you.”

“Nggg… ahh… yes…” you whimpered, your head nodding on the pillow.

Valko’s eyes darkened, a predatory glint flashing through them. He released his grip on your hips, his hands sliding to grip your wrists, then holding them both beside your head. He towered over you.

“Yeah? Is that so? You want me to breed this little cunt? You want me to pump you full of my pups?”

You nodded quickly, tears streaming down your cheeks. “Yes… please… Valko… please, I want your pups…”

That was the breaking point. Valko exploded. A deep, feral roar erupted from his throat as he lunged forward, his head diving into the crook of your neck. He bit you, his teeth sinking deep into your soft skin, marking you as his mate in a brutal territorial claim.

“AHHHH!!” you screamed, the sharp pain of his bite sending electric shocks down your spine.

He was merciless, his teeth still digging into your flesh as he continued to thrust into you. The entire bed creaked and rumbled under the weight of his body and the force of his thrusts. In the chaos of the movement, your head was thrown back, hitting the wooden bedpost hard.

“Ow!”

Valko reacted quickly. He immediately shielded your head with his palms, creating a barrier between it and the bedpost.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” he murmured against your skin, his voice desperate and hoarse as he showered your face with soft kisses.

However, the apology was short-lived, swept away by lust. As he regains his rhythm, you feel a powerful, terrifying sensation begin to swell deep within your womb. His cock isn't just hard anymore; it's engorged, the base of his shaft swelling into a large, round globe.

Knotting.

“Nghh… Valko… it hurts…” you cry. It feels like a sharp, stretching pain, as if he's trying to part your pelvis to make room for him.

“I know… ngh… Y/n, shhh… it's okay…”

He doesn't pull out, instead, he pushes himself deeper, jamming his knot so tightly against your entrance that you feel completely blocked, completely sealed.

He lets out a loud moan as his climax finally explodes, his entire body shaking violently with the force of his release. He's not just ejaculating, he's literally exploding. You feel a jet of hot, thick semen slam into your cervix, a rhythmic, pulsating flood that seems endless. The knot at the base of his cock holds you in place, sealing it inside your vagina so tightly that not a drop can escape. He filled you, pumping you full of his heat, his body shaking violently and uncontrollably as he emptied himself into your womb.

“Argh… Y/n… mine… you’re mine… take it all…”

Valko collapsed onto you, his heavy, sweat-drenched chest pressing against yours, his heart pounding. He remained deeply embedded, pulsing inside you, making sure every drop of his essence was forced deep into your core. The overwhelming feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a heavy, throbbing ache that made you feel completely dominated, completely possessed by the wolf.

As the moon watched from above, the silence of the room was filled only by your ragged breaths and sobs, and the wet, heavy sound of his cum beginning to subside, settling deep inside your filled vagina.

6 Years Later

The city was still as bustling as ever. The streets were filled with vendors busy selling their wares, children running through the crowd, while the sound of passing carts mixed with the laughter of the residents.

Not much had changed since the last time you came here. However, this time your steps were much slower. Your growing belly made you have to be more careful every time you walked on the cobblestone streets.

As usual, your final destination was the same.

A small chocolate stall in the corner of the market.

As soon as she saw you, the middle-aged woman who owned the stall immediately smiled broadly. She had already set out a wooden box filled with neatly wrapped chocolates on her table.

“There’s my favorite customer! Here’s a whole pack of chocolates just like your order, ma’am.”

You smiled warmly before accepting the box.

“Thank you so much.”

The woman then studied you for a moment. Her gaze slowly dropped to your now rounded belly, and then her smile widened.

“Oh my, how many months have you been pregnant?” she asked enthusiastically.

Reflexively, your palm gently rubbed your belly.

“Almost 7 months.”

“Oh, what a blessing. But with such a heavy pregnancy, how are you going to carry such a big box?”

“It’s okay—”

“Y/n.”

A familiar, deep voice cut you off.

You immediately turned around.

A man was walking toward you, wearing a large robe that covered almost his entire body. His black hood partially obscured his face, allowing those around him to only see a hint of his jawline. Even so, his tall stature still attracted attention. Some people even subconsciously made way as he passed them.

Your smile immediately widened.

“Ah, this is my husband. He will carry the box.”

Without a word, he immediately lifted the chocolate box with one hand, while the other took the entire shopping bag you had been carrying.

The saleswoman stared at him for a few seconds before her cheeks slowly flushed.

“Oh my… what a handsome man..”

You just chuckled at her comment. Meanwhile, the man beside you didn't react at all. He simply stood there, waiting for you to finish saying goodbye.

Soon, you left the bustle of the city and began walking down a path into the forest. The air slowly grew cooler, the voices of the vendors replaced by the rustling of the wind rustling the leaves. Sunlight filtered through the trees, creating shadows that moved with your steps.

He'd been carrying all the groceries himself, the boxes of chocolates and the groceries you'd bought in town. But his eyes were more focused on you than on the items. Your steps began to slow as you supported your increasingly heavy belly.

"Are you tired? Want me to carry you?" he offered softly.

You shook your head with a smile.

"It's okay, i can still hold it."

He immediately snapped.

"Don't underestimate me."

Before you could react, one of his arms wrapped around the back of your knees. In one fluid motion, you were lifted up. He still carried all the groceries in one hand, while the other easily supported your body.

"Valko!"

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck to keep from falling. He only glanced at you with a blank expression, as if carrying you while carrying a pile of things was perfectly normal.

You sighed in resignation before letting out a soft laugh.

Stubborn.

Unable to restrain yourself, you leaned in and kissed him briefly on the cheek. A faint smile immediately appeared at the corner of his lips, barely noticeable if you weren't paying close attention.

The journey home seemed much quicker until finally the small cottage in the middle of the forest came into view through the trees.

Before you reached the yard, the door swung open. Three small figures ran out as fast as they could, laughing merrily. Their three pairs of wolf ears on top of their heads twitched enthusiastically, while their tails wagged nonstop.

“Mama! Papa!”

The three of them immediately hugged each of you in turn, filling the usually quiet cottage yard with laughter.

“We’re home, kids.”

End

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