Note: The clit box/pussy portal concept is one Iâve seen floating around the internet since forever and I think itâs sooooo hot so hereâs my take on it teehee
Heâd finally done it.
His fingers trailed over the box's cool, seamless edges. A marvel of engineering, deceptively simple in its sleek titanium casing. No one would guess what lived inside. Who lived inside.
Because there, nestled in precision, pulsed a perfect replica of her pussy. Every fold, every nerve ending, every flush of blood beneath soft skin, atomically identical. Synapses wired directly to hers. A closed loop: every stroke, every touch, every cruel pinch he inflicted here would ripple through her body, her real body, with merciless accuracy.
And the inverse? Even sweeter. Every desperate clench of her cunt as she helplessly responded to his touch would answer here, in his hands, twitching like the pathetic, obedient thing it now was.
No consent. No escape. Just ownership, distilled into a box small enough to fit in his palm.
His thumb brushed the damp seam of the replicaâs slit, so warm, so alive, and miles away, her breath hitched.
A grin split his face.
Time to play.
â
Sheâs getting ready for bed. Wearing just a big t-shirt and panties, freshly showered and sleepy. He knows because he installed cameras and microphones all throughout her apartment months ago. There isnât a single thing she can do without him knowing.
He sits in front of his computer, multiple camera angles feeding him live video and audio. He opens the box with careful hands, her pretty pussy nestled within the lining. So cute, untouched, unsuspecting.
His fingers trail idly along the smooth, pliant flesh, and he watches as she flinches, eyes wide, glancing down at herself. He smiles.
And so it begins.
He doesnât waste any time, his fingers moving to spread her pussy lips before he leans down and pulls her clit into his mouth, tongue moving in quick movements as he alternates between sucking and licking. He watches the way her body shuts down, shock and pleasure flooding her system as she collapses onto her bed.
He doesnât care to give her any time to recover. Instead, he pulls his mouth away to replace his tongue with his fingers, rubbing her spit-slicked skin in tight, cruel circles, taking in the way her breath comes in fast gasps as she tries to press her legs together, confusion, fear, panic written all over her face.
It doesnât take long before her clit is a trembling, hypersensitive nub between his fingers, swollen and darkened from relentless attention. He runs the pad of his thumb over it in slow, agonizing circles, feeling the way it pulses under his touch, tiny convulsions of pleading nerves that only make him smirk. On the screen, her legs jerk, her hips rising off the bed as her body betrays her, craving more even as her mind doesnât undestand.
Sheâs a puppet, and he controls every string. He squeezes the delicate bud between his fingertips, rolling it like a toy, listening to the wet, obscene slickness of her cunt in the box mirroring the mess between her thighs on-screen. He can see the wet patch on her panties, the outline of her pretty pussy clear behind the soaked fabric.
Her clit pulses under his fingers, a trembling, engorged little nub, dark as a bruise, so swollen now that it protrudes obscenely from her slick, puffy folds. He squeezes it, watching the thin skin stretch taut, watching it throb in frantic protest.
He traces the swollen bud with his fingertip, circling slow, barely a touch, just to watch it suffer. Itâs obscene how responsive she is, the little nub twitching under his attention, glistening with slick. He presses down harder, rubbing in tight little spirals, the flesh trembling beneath his fingers like a caged animal.
He lets his fingers drag lower, spreading the plush folds wide, so wet, dripping for him, even as her fists clench in the sheets. His other hand strokes her clit lazily, coaxing her higher, watching the way her hips twitch with every circling press.
He scrapes a fingernail slowly along the underside of her clit, savoring the way it quivers. Her folds flutter, her hole clenching around nothing, as if begging for something to fill her.
He indulges her, thrusting two fingers deep into the slick imitation of her pussy, relishing how the tight walls convulse.
He leans in, pressing his tongue flat against the throbbing nub in his hands, lapping at it with slow, wet drags. The way it jerks under the heat of his mouth, god, itâs beautiful. On-screen, her back arches. A broken moan tangles in her throat.
His fingers move, fucking her in deep, lazy pumps, her inner walls clenching around nothing, trying to hold onto something, anything, to anchor against the pleasure.
She rocks into it, chasing his invisible touch, teetering over the edge.
So he pulls away.
Her entire body jerks in protest because she doesnât get to cum yet.
His fingertips trace the very edges of her clit, never touching where she needs it most, just ghosting over the hypersensitive nerves until her entire body writhes. She claws at the sheets, her thighs twitching open despite herself, her pussy clenching around nothing, her clit begging for friction.
Then, finally, he gives in, but not the way she wants. He presses the flat of his thumb down on the engorged nub, grinding in slow, mind-numbing circles, watching on the screen as her back arches wildly.
He increases the pressure just a fraction, just enough to keep her teetering. Her cunt is dripping, her clit a dark, throbbing bead under his control, her body no longer hers, just a thing, just a wet little hole responding on command.
When her thighs start to shake, when her voice breaks into a sob, he stops, watching the hope fade from her eyes.
He pulls out a fine-tipped vibrator, pressing it directly against the bundle of nerves, dialing it just under the threshold of orgasm.
A keening noise claws up her throat as the pleasure builds and builds, never cresting, never breaking, just holding her there on the edge, her cunt clenching around nothing, desperate for the release she wonât get.
He watches her writhe, soaked in sweat and shame, her body no longer her own.
And through it all, her clit pulses in his grasp, a tiny, twitching heart of suffering and ecstasy.
He can see her chest heaving from her panting breaths, so close to what she wants. And so he stops, pulling the vibrator off, watching her helpless pussy twitch and ache.
She lets out a wail, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as desperation gnaws a deep ache inside of her.
He watches the screen, half-amused, half-annoyed, as her fingers hesitantly drift between her thighs. She wants to cum and she thinks she can do it herself.
A mistake.
The moment her fingertips brush her swollen clit, his grip tightens on the replica in his hands, his thumb pressing down just enough to make her freeze.
No, no, sweet thing. Thatâs against the rules.
He gives her clit a harsh flick and watches as a scream rips out of her throat. But that isnât enough to deter her, because moments after, her fingers are back on her clit, rubbing like a filthy, disobedient whore.
He sucks in an annoyed breath and picks up a thin electric rod. Without hesitating, he presses the tip against her clit and shocks her, the zapping sound ripping through the air.
A sharp, stinging jolt shoots through the tiny bundle of nerves in his palm, and oh, the way it jerks. The way she jerks, a strangled cry tearing from her lips as she yanks her hand away, thighs slamming together as if she can protect herself.
But protection isnât an option anymore. Not from him.
He lets her pant, lets her shake, lets her think it might be over.
And then, with slow, deliberate cruelty, he pinches the clit between two fingers, holding it still before driving the electric rod against it, letting it fire off several zaps in quick succession.
She screams. The clit in his box convulses, the trapped flesh trembling violently.
He smiles.
âYouâll learn,â he murmurs, flicking the little nub again, hard. She yelps, back arching off the bed.
Her fingers stay far away now, knuckles white as she grips the sheets instead, her body trembling under his unseen control.
Good.
He drags his thumb over the sopping slit in the box, gathering slick before lazily circling the clit again, just enough to tease. Just enough to make her squirm on screen.
She bites her lip, thighs pressing together in futile resistance.
He reaches for the tiny silver clamp and arranged it around her flesh, watching it bite down on her swollen clit, the sensitive tissue protesting with every pulse. Tears well up in her eyes on the screen. She shakes her head, whispering no, no, no, but there is no mercy for her.
He twists the clamp tighter around her tortured clit, delighting as the swollen flesh bulges around the metal teeth, darkening to a lurid purple. Her whole pussy quivers in response, her hole weeping, her inner muscles spasming in confused, helpless pleasure.
He grabs the vibrator again, the toy humming to life against the clamped bud, the frequency so precise it makes her flesh flutter, muscles contracting helplessly. Her back arches off the bed, a broken noise wrenching from her throat as pleasure spikes, sharp, unbearable, inescapable. Her fingers scrabble at the sheets, hips bucking in stuttering little jerks as the toy torments the hypersensitive nerve cluster.
Drool slicks her lower lip as she pants, eyes unfocused. He watches with satisfaction as her cunt pulses around nothing, slickness dripping from her in obscene rivulets. The vibrator buzzes harder, and a broken sob tears from her, sounds of desperation spilling out of her mouth.
He adjusts the clamp a fraction tighter, then twists it just to hear her scream. The vibrator rolls slow, merciless circles, pinning her clit ruthlessly. Every nerve in her body is lit up, pleasure crackling through her in waves that crest but never break. She is no longer a woman, just a thing shaking apart between his fingers, reduced to quivering flesh and involuntary spasms.
Every pulse of the vibrator sends shockwaves through her, stomach clenching, toes curling, breath coming in jagged little gasps. But he keeps it steady, never increasing the intensity, never allowing her the relief of building toward release.
Just edging. Just an endless, torturous plateau, where she can feel the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside her but never tipping over.
"P-Pleaseâ" she whimpers, her voice thin and broken, nails digging into her own thighs as if that could ground her.
He tsks, amused. As if she has any right to beg.
With deliberate cruelty, he turns the vibrator up, just one notch.
The effect is immediate. Her stomach muscles quiver violently, her legs splaying wider in helpless invitation, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream. The clamp keeps her clit swollen and aching, the vibrator sending sharp, concentrated pulses straight into the overstimulated nerve bundle.
And still, she doesnât cum.
Because he wonât let her.
Not until he decides sheâs suffered enough.
â
The moment finally comes, her body, strained to its absolute limit, teetering on the razorâs edge of orgasm. He can feel it in the way her clit pulses in the box, a desperate, throbbing little heartbeat between his fingers. He has denied her all night, teased her, shocked her, clamped her, ruined her, but now, at last, he will let her break.
He pulls the clamp off cruelly, watching her clit swell as blood comes rushing back, flooding her already raw nerves with new torment. Her clit trembles, swollen so fat it sticks out from between her lips, begging for mercy. He doesnât give her a chance to recover before he presses the vibrating toy directly onto her swollen clit, cranked to the highest setting.
On screen, her entire body snaps taut, a silent scream stretching her lips wide.
"Thatâs it," he murmurs, watching her cunt flutter around nothing, soaking the sheets beneath her. "Cum for me."
And she does.
Hard.
Her back arches violently, her thighs locking around the empty air as her orgasm rips through her. The clit in his hands convulses, pussy spilling slick in thick pulses under his touch. He grins, keeping the vibrator pressed firm, not letting up, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her until it hurts.
She thrashes, her moans turning hoarse, painfully overstimulated, but he doesnât stop.
He laughs, low and dark.
"You think you're done?" His fingers dig into her folds, spreading them open, exposing her glistening, twitching hole to the unrelenting buzz of the vibrator. "Iâm just getting started."
Another orgasm wrenches out of her, messy and uncontrollable, her cunt contracting in helpless spasms as tears streak down her face.
Her legs jerk on the screen, thighs slick with sweat and arousal, heels digging into the mattress as if she could escape the pleasure eating her alive. But she can't. Every pulse of the toy sends electric jolts straight through her clit, her pussy fluttering around empty air, dripping onto the sheets beneath her.
He smirks, circling the vibrating tip harder against the swollen bud, watching the way her stomach muscles clench, another orgasm building whether she wants it or not.
Then, with deliberate cruelty, he pulls out a vibrating dildo and presses it straight into the tight, dripping hole in the box.
Her scream splits the air, her spine bowing off the bed, fingers clawing at nothing as the thick intrusion fills her in the exact spot designed to destroy her. The moment he turns it on, her entire body bucks like a live wire, the deep, rumbling vibrations rocking through her core, pressing mercilessly against the swollen inner wall of her cunt.
The clit vibrator doesnât stop, buzzing against her abused nub while the deeper toy punishes her g-spot, sending shocks of sensation radiating through her lower belly.
She wails, thighs slamming together in a desperate, futile attempt to stop the pleasure, but itâs impossible, her hips twitch in tiny, involuntary thrusts, her cunt clamping down around the thick vibrator like itâs trying to milk it.
Her clit jumps under the relentless onslaught, pulsing in time with the brutal vibrations, the dark, swollen flesh quivering violently under his treatment. The dildo shifts inside her, the angle just right to send another bone-deep spasm tearing through her, her back arching so sharply it looks like sheâll snap.
He grinds the vibrator deeper, angling it so the thick, ribbed tip digs ruthlessly into the spongy spot inside her, the pressure unbearable. Every thrum of the toy sends gushes of slick spilling from her hole, her pussy clenching in erratic, overstimulated spasms, not an orgasm, not anymore, just her body breaking from the relentless pleasure.
Her clit is engorged, purpling from the abuse, twitching against the buzzing toy like a dying thing, her entire pussy quivering in time with it.
And still, he doesnât stop.
He increases the speed, the dildo drilling into her sensitive walls, the clit toy vibrating so fast it blurs, her entire body convulsing like a puppet yanked on its strings.
Another scream rips out of her, her hips jacking up off the bed, her cunt flooding the sheets as the forced pleasure tears another orgasm out of her, violent and uncontrollable. Her muscles lock, her fists slamming into the mattress as she cums, hard, messy, shameless, her hole pulsing around the vibrator, her clit throbbing in his grip like a second heartbeat.
But itâs not a release.
Itâs torture.
Her eyes roll back, her moans turning to sobs as her body betrays her, cumming again, and again, her overstimulated nerves alight with agony and ecstasy.
She is nothing now.
Just a wet, trembling hole, a toy, a broken thing locked inside a box, bleeding pleasure at his command.
And he laughs, pressing down harder, watching her break.
I have this one fantasy about hooking up with someone who insists on outercourse for our first encounter. You can never be too careful.
I'm sat straddled on their lap on a couch just large enough to accommodate both of us. Sucking on the side of their neck, it takes everything for me to resist taking a chunk of their flesh out with my teeth. I'm ravenous.
I'm grinding my aching parts into the front of their pants until my wetness soaks though both layers of the garments I was wearing and starts on theirs. I have to feel them.
In my lustful haze, I manage to take one leg out of my shorts and boxers before I unfasten their belt. They remind me: no penetration-you can never be too careful.
I stick my tongue out, begging to taste them as they withdraw their throbbing erection from their clothes. We agree that if we use a condom, it should be fine. Right?
The latex barely rolls down the shaft before I spit and drool over their swollen glans and engulf it into my greedy maw. I feel them twitch and jerk under me and I move my lips up and down the length of their dick as I tease their heavy balls with my free hand. They claim it's been a while- they must be so full.
I rise up and position myself over the purple and well-lubricated cockhead and begin to rub it against my engorged tdick using small circles. They pinch my nipples whilst maintaining eye contact as if to beg me to keep our promise; even then they themselves are moving their hips with my own desperate motions in an attempt to get as much sensation from such limited stimulation. The head of their dick slides more and more effortlessly between my folds with each pass, every once in a while catching on the entrance. I'm dripping at this point, my own tdick throbbing as a thumb gets run over its slick again and again. My thighs are trembling.
The angle must have been just right at that moment when the muscles in my quads began to waver, because it aligned my hole perfectly with their glistening cockhead and all it took was one desperate thrust to push through my folds and stretch my hole open. We looked at each other, panting, both of us afraid to make any more movements no matter how badly we wanted to. It was obvious that the time for being careful was over. They were wearing a condom, though; everything's fine. I arched my back and impaled myself onto the remaining length. Glorious fullness.
They grabbed onto my hips and started rocking into me, and I could feel the tip of their dick giving kisses to the back walls of my cunt. I needed more.
My wetness had overtaken everything below me. I brought my hips forward for a better angle and repeatedly landed on their hips with a shockingly loud *schlop* *schlop* *schlop*. The pressure and the angle made the crown around their glans rub against my most sensitive parts. They kept thumbing my tdick, shiny with my own slick. If we kept this up, I was going to cum.
I'll never know whether it was how rough we fucked, the nails on their fingers used to stroke and squeeze my swollen tdick, my own clumsiness and my teeth, or a combination, but whatever it was had compromised our precious protection. We didn't realize it then, but our condom had split open, exposing each other to our respective glistening membranes. We were in trouble.
Before long, the thin barrier of latex bunches up around their base, acting like a ring. I can feel every vein and ridge on their cock. Oh God, it was perfect.
Their thumb glides against my oversensitive head as I fucked myself on their ever-tumescent and still-swelling prick, and it's as if the source of my carnal pleasure is struck by electricity.
My walls spasm and clench as the extra sensation sends us both over the edge and my partner pulls my hips down onto them and thrusts to the hilt; the duration of their orgasm lasts almost as long as mine. I lose track counting how many times their thick, veiny cock pulsed and throbbed. Three, four, five six, seven. Rope after rope of their hot cum painted the walls deep inside my cunt.
By the time we realize there was nothing standing in the way between what was nearly a week's worth of pent up semen and the walls of my cunt, it was already seeping past their cock still buried balls deep in me. They pull out with a squelch and enough cum to fill a glass leaks out of my gaping hole and starts to drip down my ass. We both decide that it's more than too late to play it safe now; we were now playing with fire, and it made us hot. My partner gets hard again at the sight of knowing the extent of our transgressions, and using their leftover jizz as lube, pushes their cockhead past my folds once more and begins to fuck their load back into me.
I just want to sit on a dildo while Iâm tied to a chair, me fucking myself on the dildo while Iâm surrounded by men. Taking a video of me while I moan out loud, begging for anybody, for a big hard cock. Somebody place a vibrator against my clit, putting it on high setting. My movement becoming erratic, trying to cum. Desperate to be fucked. Forced to orgasm over and over again until I almost passed out. Finally Iâm untied from the chair, the dildo plopping out of my wet cunt.
When I thought I could finally rest Iâm placed on somebodyâs lap, pushing me down on their cock. My muscles strain from the intrusion but it feels so fucking delicious to finally have a real cock in me. His cock thick and long, stretching me so deliciously to the point that I have a belly bulge. I feel like such a slut and I love it so much. He pounds into me from below making me cockdumb. Suddenly I feel his fingers probing my ass, as soon as his fingers touched me there I cum hard around his cock. His fingers enter my ass, stretching me and preparing me. I come again from the overstimulation. He takes his cock out of my wet pussy reposition me so my back is on his chest, my pussy exposed to the other men. He lines the tip of his cock at the entrance of my ass while he plays with my clit. I try to get away, saying how Iâve never done this before, but before I could protest some more, another guy came forward and he put his hands on my hips and he pushed me down towards the other guyâs cock. His large cock feels impossibly bigger as it enters my tight ass, my ass stretching around his cock. The other guy infront of me plays with my clit, and my pussy while laughing about how Iâm such a little whore. He enters two fingers into my pussy and the stimulation along with the other guyâs big cock in my ass makes me cum, hard. I become delirious with pleasure and before I know it the guy infront of me already took off his pants and underwear. He pushes my head towards his cock; thick, long, and uncut. I try my best to take his cock deep in my mouth, his hand fisted on my hair, he starts fucking my mouth while the guy below me starts fucking me leisurely in the ass. When the guy was done using my mouth, he lines his cock towards the entrance of my pussy and enters me in one deep slow stroke. Making sure that I feel every inch, ridge, and vein of his girthy cock. Both men stood up with me sandwiched in between them, and starts fucking me in tandem. Iâm so delirious with pleasure that I donât even notice that the rest of the men in the room were already all undressed with their cocks out waiting for their turn to fuck me. Both men used me and fucked me, making sure to overstimulate me and make me cum over and over again on both their cocks. And before I know it, they start fucking me harder and faster as theyâre about to cum and fill up my holes. I tighten my pussy and ass around them, begging for their cum, begging for them to fill me up. Finally they both cum deep in me, satiated and satisfied. Next thing I know, they were replaced by different men and the cycle repeats over and over again. By the end of the night, both my holes are so full of cum and my womb is thoroughly bred like the good little whore that I am.
My main go-to fantasy at the moment has been I'm sitting at the back of the bus, and as more people get on I shift over to be sitting 2nd from the end. The man next to me (who's next to the window) puts his hand on my thigh and starting rubbing it up and down, just under my skirt. I don't want to make a scene so I don't say anything, and he makes his way higher until he's rubbing my panties. I'm quite turned on and wet at this point because my thighs are so sensitive, and he feels my wetness and chuckles, sliding his hand under my panties and fingering me. I stay silent, partly embarrassed and partly incredibly turned on.
A big stop comes up, and a lot of people leave the bus. He takes his hand out of my pants and I get up to let him out, but he instead takes out his cock and sits me down on it. I'm so wet I slide down no problem, and someone new sits where I used to be sitting as the bus fills up again.
As the bus drives, I can feel the vibrations of the road through his dick straight to my pussy. I keep myself from moaning as the slight movement makes me wetter and wetter. He starts bucking his hips up slightly, fucking me with such short strokes that I feel I need more and start rotating my hips. He takes his hand closest to the window and massages my chest through my shirt, causing me to clench on him. He chuckles and makes slow motions around my nipple, pinching it occasionally. It's all I can do to not moan at the stimulation as he's still slightly fucking my cunt. He brings his other hand up and grabs my chest aggressively, playing with the fat. I let out a slight groan, and he whispers in my ear "wow, you are such a slut"
I nod, my hips bucking, begging for him to fill me. He says, "I think everyone should know what a slut you are" and rips off my shirt, leaving my chest bare to the world. My already hard nipples harden even more at the sudden exposure, and he pinches them hard. I moan loadly and clench down on his cock, not caring who noticed, only feeling pleasure. He starts fucking into me harder, and I moan with every thrust. I see the man sitting next to us getting hard through his pants and I'm making such a scene.
As the bus hits worse roads, the vibrations of the bus, his incessant fucking and his grabbing of my chest leaves me constantly moaning, mouth wide open. I am shut up by a cock in my mouth, as the man sitting in front of me has stood up, turned around and forced himself in me. He grabs my head, shoves his cock in my mouth, and starts pounding, not caring whether I can breathe.
The man in my cunt comes first, his hot cum filling me as I clench down, eager for every drop. He immediately starts fucking it into me making sure none of it is wasted. The cock in my mouth comes soon after, forcing himself fully down my throat and I swallow the ropes of cum. He takes himself out of my mouth and the cock in my cunt gets faster. Another cock is suddenly in front of my face and I suck on it, and know I won't be leaving the bus anytime soon.
Sometimes I imagine this one guy hordes my cunt while different people takes turns at my mouth, sometimes the man next to me lifts me off the original guy and onto his cock instead, then I get passed around the bus, milking everyone's cocks.
imagine youâre running late, trying to move some laundry, because of course as the inferior sex, you do the cooking and the cleaning
youâre almost done moving your clothes when you see your favorite sock stuck in the back of the machine, you try to stick your arm as far into the machine as possible but you still canât reach the sock
you maneuver your body until your head and both arms are in the machine, you successfully grab your sock but when you go to pull your body out of the machine you find you are stuck
you wiggle and squirm but canât seem to get out of the washing machine
your partner was supposed to pick you up for a date later (you had left them a little note hoping to suprise them when they got home) so you knew eventually someone would come to your rescue
20 minutes later youâre scared shitless when you hear a loud knock at your door, it canât possibly be your partner because they have a key and itâs way too early for them to be back
you start to panic a little but try to ration that a burglar wouldnât try to knock first before entering, you hear the loud knock again followed by your door opening
âmaintenanceâ
you donât know if you should holler for help or pray to god that they donât enter your laundry room, youâre beyond humiliated at your predicament
luck was not on your side, you hear heavy footsteps approach you, you hear a low whistle behind you
âand what do we have here?â rumbles a deep voice
you swallow your pride, âhi, um, sorry about this, wo-would you be able to help me ⊠please?â
large hands grab your hips, you naively think youâre about to be set free
when instead of attempting to pull you out of the machine, one hand retracts and lands a hard smack on your ass
you scream in pain and jolt a little in the machine
âwhat the hell is wrong with you?!â you scream trying harder to wiggle your way out
âwell sweetheart, when i enter a house and find a note that says i canât wait for all the dirty things you want to do to me and then find a hot babe with an incredible ass on display, i have to oblige and give them the fucking of a lifetimeâ
you still at his words, he had found the note you left for your partner, he thinks you set up this elaborate plan to have wild sex with a stranger
âno you donât understand that was meant for my partner i am seriously stuck please help me get outâ you start pleading and begging
âsure, and iâm sure youâre gonna keep screaming no and for me to stop, even while your cunt squeezes and cums on my hard cock over and over again, is that the game weâre gonna play tonight sweetheart?â
you really start to thrash inside the machine, it doesnât matter what you say, this stranger is about to r4pe your tiny holes
he shushes you as he continues to grope your ass with his giant hands
he flips the skirt you had been wearing up over your ass, giving him a perfect view of your thong
your boobs hadnât quite made it into the machine, he yanks your tank top down freeing your titties, smushing them against the cold machine
the cold instantly makes your nipples hard and you canât help the moan that escapes your lips
âoh is someone finally getting excited?â
the strangers rough hands pinch your nipples as you start back up your protests of noâs
he gives your titties a rough smack and you scream and jolt in the machine again
he alternates between painful pinching and rough slapping, you start crying with how rough heâs being
âdoesnât matter how much you protest princess, i know youâll be soaked when i go check on your princess parts againâ
you refuse to believe him, but when his hands stop abusing your tits and go to remove your thong, you can feel the sticky trail being pulled from you
you feel his rough fingers collecting the juices at your enterance, the embarrassment of it all makes you leak around his hand even more
he wipes your girl juice along your thighs and all over your ass, the more his fingers just barely touch your cunnie to collect more, the more you drip for him
you hate how your body is betraying you
he removes his fingers and you hear some shuffling, you emotionally try to prepare yourself to be thrusted in to
you werenât expecting to feel a wet tongue
you werent expecting to feel a wet tongue eating out your ass
you try to squirm but in the process accidentally push back more onto his tongue
his big hands deliver a hard smack to your thighs before pinning them down and holding them in place
âi can also go in dry baby dollâ
you totally still at the implication heâs going to fuck your ass
you whimper and cry more
he removes one hand from your thigh and starts to play with your inferiority hole while he continues to eat out your asshole, he alternates between rubbing your nub, a little too hard, and roughly fingering your fuck hole
you donât know how but his rough administrations make you have cummies
you clench the fingers inside you tightly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm
before he stands he spits a glob of saliva right on top of your asshole
seconds later heâs rubbing his hard cock up and down your slit, collecting all of your girl juices as you continue to leak
without warning he starts to slowly and painfully shove his dick into you
each inch is excruciatingly painful and his dick seems to go on forever and ever
by the time he bottoms out you think you might pass out, there has to be at least eight inches of dick in your freshly r4ped asshole
he stills for a moment and decides to abuse your body some more while you adjust to his length
he smacks your ass and your titties, runs your overstimulated clit too hard and too fast
when heâs done playing with your body he grips your hips painfully and begins to piston in and out of your ass
he sets a brutal pace from the start, roughly fucking you against the washing machine
your abused and sensitive tits sway with each thrust, causing them to smack against the machine over and over again
you lose track of time, only knowing the sensation of your asshole being abused
without warning you hear a guttural grunt and feel a warmth deep in your gut
the maintenance man pulls out with a plop
âdonât worry baby, iâll make sure to get a video of your gaping asshole leaking my hot sperm into your delicious cuntâ
youâre horrified at every aspect of what he just said, your stomach churning at that the thought of such a video getting uploaded to the internet
as he said, you can feel the cum leaking out of your open asshole, slowly dripping towards your inferiority hole
as the sperm starts to pool, his fingers are on you again
or rather in you, his fingers easily slide into your gaping asshole, collecting his own jizz
to your continued horror he then shoves his fingers deep into your cunt, fucking his cum into the proper fuck hole
you arenât on any birth control
his fingers move in and out of you slowly, youâre humiliatingly wet so he has no problem getting a few in you
âshould i cum in your pussy next or try to get my fist in your ass?â
I remember those pretty little gasps the first time I pushed into you bare. That play-pretend horror at the thought of my cum spilling inside you. I had to be patient, playing all your silly games. "Just the tip." "Five minutes tops." "Just don't cum in me."
But we're long past that.
Now, I'm buried balls deep, feeling your pussy clench around my cock, your legs locked around my waist, holding me in. Your "no's" have turned into a game for us. Words you're supposed to say while your body tells me the truth. No means faster. No means deeper. No means grip your throat tighter until your lies turn to moans.
You're my breeding pet, and orgasms are just a side effect of you getting your real fix: my seed pumped into you, hot and thick. You need to feel it leak down your thigh, a constant reminder of who you belong to and what you're for. So spread your legs wider, slut. It's time for your next dose.
Memory Lapse. Lifting her ponytail, the technician plugs a cord into the base of her skull. âTry to relax, okay? Iâm just going to start by indexing your memories.â The girl fidgets in her chair, nervous about the invasive procedure. She tries to make small talk as he scans through everything she remembers of her childhood. âSo, uh, who usually gets this done?â
âEh, youâd be surprised. Sure, people use it to forget traumatic events. The majority are contractors. Corpo types fulfilling their NDAs.â The technicianâs eyes flicker as he watches her teenage years fast forward. His patient squirms, all too familiar with what comes next. He watches her birthday party through her memories. The group of men holding her down, the smell of stale synthetic alcohol as they each force their way inside of her.
Heâs seen it all. Keeping his bedside manner is no issue. A calming, sympathetic smile. âIs that what youâd like to have removed?â She bites her tongue, scared to ask. All the girl can muster is a shake of her head. âNo? Something else?â Looking the technician dead in the eyes, she speaks.
âEverything else.â
The man raises an eyebrow. âYou want me to remove⊠all of your memories⊠except for that oneâŠ?â Her nails dig into the chair. She gets defensive. âIf you have a problem with that, I can go somewhere else!â He sighs. âItâs your decision. But I canât remove everything at once. Itâll take a lot of sessions.â The girl relaxes. Still feisty, she huffs at the technician. âWell, get started then.â
Checking over the rude womanâs memories one more time, he configures his program. âIâm going to leave some basic stuff until the very end. How to walk, speak, eat, use transit, things like that. Weâll start with the broad strokes, and refine it from there.â She leans back in the chair. âWhen you wake up, youâll feel like it was just a dreamâŠâ
The patient talks in her sleep. A common side effect of the procedure. Incoherent ramblings mixed with deep secrets. When he erases a piece, she stops and stutters and starts again. The girl is limp and dazed as he finishes their first session. He unplugs the cord from the back of her head and rests his hand on her shoulder.
âDo you remember me?â He asks. She stares up at him. âYouâre a memory technician⊠I donât remember your nameâŠâ The man smiles and nods. âOkay, good. What day is it?â The girl looks down at his feet. âI⊠donât knowâŠâ He smiles again. âPerfect. Looks like our procedure went well. Come back here tomorrow.â
A rare trickle of sunlight drifts through the smog. Looking out from the four-hundredth floor window, the technician watches the light crawl across the sprawling city off into the horizon. His patient is late. When she stumbles into his office, she seems lost and confused. âEverything alright?â He asks, steadying the swaying girl.
âYeah⊠I just, uh, forgot how to pay for the train⊠someone had to teach me.â The man strokes her back. âYou forgot how to pay for things? How are you going to pay me for my work, then?â She looks confused. He grips the back of her neck. âHere, get down on your knees. You can pay up front.â Sinking to the ground, the girl opens her mouth. She remembers what she needs to.
Taking his cock in her throat, she bobs her head slowly. The technician holds her ponytail and pushes himself deep. Choking and sucking and trying to breathe through her nose, a long strand of drool escapes her lips and down the front of her shirt. âI can delete this for you too.â He grins as he facefucks her. Slipping his cock out from her open mouth, she jacks him off with both hands. âUh⊠no⊠Iâll keep thisâŠâ
Seated in her chair, the man plugs the cord back into her head. Her face is covered in his cum. Loading up the program, he sits down next to her. âWe have a small problem. You need at least some memories. I canât take out more until you make some more.â A flash of her old personality comes through in an impatient huff. âThatâll take too long, is there something else you can do?â
âIn theory⊠I can replace them. I have old ones saved from other people. Youâll think theyâre yours.â The girl touches her face, feeling the sticky mess he left on her. ââŠwhat kind of memories are theyâŠ?â He puts his hand on her thigh. âIâve got some pretty bad ones. Really messed up stuff. Would you like those?â She lays her hand on his. ââŠyeahâŠâ
Unconscious, the girl twitches in the chair. Her mouth hangs open, saliva and cum running down from the corner of her lips. The technician uploads a personal selection of memories. Once forgotten, they find new life in the young girlâs mind. Her body convulses as he inserts a particularly vile one. He puts his hand down her pants as the program deletes more of her old life.
Sheâs almost two hours late for her next session. The man waits, hoping sheâll show. When the girl does, her airy expression is almost blank. âWhat happened to you?â He asks, looking at her ripped clothes under her jacket. âSome guy used me, just normal stuff.â The young lady responds with a giggle. Her panties are missing and her shirt is hanging on by a thread. The technician feels a pang of jealousy.
Groping her tits, he guides the girl to her chair. A dildo sits on the seat, waiting for her. âIâm worried about you. Iâm going to microchip you, so I can keep track of where you are. Know youâre safe.â She doesnât really understand. âUh, yeah, whatever.â Annoyed, the technician guides her pussy onto the thick dildo. âLooks like youâre still a bit of a brat. Hopefully I can get rid of that this session.â
The girl passes out as the program starts to run. A subdermal injection lets him see her location at any time. He listens to her mumbling as more of her mundane memories are removed. The man runs his hand over her smooth, full pussy as he decides on what to replace them with. A few years from a sex worker at a cheap brothel will suffice. She lets out a soft moan as she remembers one of her regulars taking out his frustrations on her.
Staring out the window, she looks completely lost. âDo you remember me?â He asks, resting his hand on her ass. âUh⊠you⊠youâve been helping me?â The technician shrugs. âClose enough. You still need to pay.â She remembers that. Bending over at the waist, the girl grinds her bum into his crotch. Unbuckling his belt, he rubs the head of his cock against her bare pussy before lifting it a bit higher.
A grunt and he pushes his cock halfway into her ass. Thinking back across her sexual history, the technician realizes heâs the first to take her there. Sheâd remember things differently now, but he knew the truth. Working himself deeper, the girl gasps. ââŠthank youâŠâ Her voice is a breathless, ragged whisper. His cock twitches inside of her tight hole. ââŠthank you for helping meâŠâ
Grabbing her hips, the technician thrusts hard into his patient. She squeals and giggles. Itâs normal for her, now. Pressing her hands against the glass, she pushes back into him. ââŠthank you thank you thank youâŠâ Gripping onto her ponytail, he pulls her head back towards him. Kissing her neck, groping her tits, fucking her ass. The feral technician ruts into her. âSo goodâŠâ
ââŠIâm goodâŠâ Her ditzy smile makes his cock ache. A smack on her bare tits makes her laugh. Itâs infectious. Overcome with zeal, he laughs with her. A careful push to the floor and he mounts her bum. Driving all his weight into the helpless girl, she keeps her hips high so he can force himself all the way inside.
âSqueeze tight.â He orders. She responds immediately, clenching her ass around his cock. His hand presses against the plug on the back of her head. The other hand pushes her cheeks open wider. âSqueeze tighter.â The technician orders again. She obeys. Her stupid smile glistens in the fading light from the window. âMore, you dumb slut.â Thrusting harder and faster, he finishes deep in her bum.
ââŠthank youâŠâ The girl mumbles as they lie together on the floor. Light pollution fills the small office. âWhat do I do nowâŠ?â Easing himself out of her, the man stands. âBack to the chair for you. We have more work to do.â
She stumbles as he guides her back to her seat. He makes her sit her ass on the dildo. The girl lets out a sigh of relief as it pushes inside of her. The technician plugs in the cord. A quick search of his desk and he returns with a vibrator. âSpread your legs.â He grunts. She opens them wide, letting her calves hang off the armrests. Pushing the toy inside, the girlâs face lights up as he turns it on.
âI thought we were done for the day.â She rubs her clit as he boots up the program. âNot yet. I need to delete something. And add a little more.â The girl smiles at him and plays with her nipples. âCan we fuck again?â He codes a special memory, something deep. âAfter. Weâll do this first.â
âBut I wanna fuck now⊠fuck my ass like that again⊠câmonâŠâ Her voice fades as he sends her into unconsciousness. âStill a brat.â The technician mumbles to himself. âWhy can I not get rid of that.â He searches her memory. Finding his target, he deletes it quickly. A few moments later and he uploads his final replacement. The vibrator hums as he waits for the transfer to complete.
The girl stirs again. He stands over her in the dark office. As soon as she wakes, she starts to rub. Squeezing her cheeks, the man forces her to look up at him.
âDo you remember me?â
The girl bursts into laughter. âOf course I remember you!â Her hips rock up and down, working the dildo in and out of her ass.
âI belong to you!â
The technician grins. He kisses her. She moans and rubs and grinds and lets his tongue play with hers. âCan we fuck now? Please? Fuck your property? Really rough. Fuck me up. Please?â A gentle hand holds her by the ponytail and leads her off the chair. âNot yet. Iâm going to take you home first.â The girl pouts. âUgh⊠Wanna get fucked right nowâŠâ He lets out a defeated sigh. âStill a little bratty, I guess.â
Kneeling on the floor, she tries to suck his cock. He fends off the mindless girl. âHome first. Then Iâll ruin you.â She looks confused. âI donât remember home.â The technician unplugs the cord. âYou havenât been there before. Itâs your new home.â The girl nuzzles her face into his crotch. âAnd thatâs where I get fucked?â He quickly cleans up the mess she left on the chair. âYes.â
âOne last thing. Walk over there and get your jacket.â He points to her clothes lying near the door. The girl almost tries to stand. Like a newborn fawn, she crawls to the jacket. âWhy did you crawl? Why didnât you walk?â He asks, following behind her closely. âI dunno how to do that⊠can we fuckâŠ?â The technician smiles and helps her cover up.
Gonna make myself some earrings that say "free use" on them, just because I can. Why not? What's the harm? I can just wear them in the house to feel a little sexier, a little more like the whore I wanna be -- the whore I would be if I wasn't trapped.
But then-- what if I forget I have them on one day? Run out to get groceries and fail to realize the strange looks I'm getting from women; not understanding the hungry glances and whispered hello's and hey baby's I'm getting from men.
That is, until someone gets brave enough to take me up on the offer my silly thoughtless brain forgot I was making.
A big hand yanking me into the men's room; a strong body manhandling me into the handicapped stall. A hot breath whispering at my ear, "Don't mind if I do, slut." My panicked confused struggling (that only turns him on more from the way he laughs) -- and then having my dress flipped up, my legs kicked apart, and my whole body folding in on itself as a huge cock tears its way into my tight wet cunt. My horrified (surprised, horny, thrilled) face staring back at me in the dingy scratched up mirror while my rapist --- no, my first customer --- groans in piggish satisfaction.
"God, I love freeuse pussy," he praises, bottoming out so hard I go up on my tip toes and wheeze. I scramble at the sink, claw at the mirror, whining at the massive intrusion trying to spear through my guts.
Somewhere dimly I register knocking -- someone rapping on the stall door.
My customer grunts -- "Wait your turn, asshole!" -- then pulls out and fucks back in harder, faster. I squeal, mouth falling open to pant like a bitch in heat as he sets an abusive pace, battering at my cervix.
On the other side of the door someone mutters, and more voices join in. A different person snaps, "There's a line you know."
My current user snarls -- "yeah yeah!" -- and drops his hand to my clit, pinching it between his fingers. My eyes roll back in my head and my legs threaten to give out. He snakes his other hand around to splay on my lower belly -- over my womb -- and I feel my brain start to leak out of my cunt.
"First served," he laughs low and hot, "first comes." His palm rubs my soft belly and then pulls me back into him tighter. "Gonna fuck a baby into you, princess. Say thank you."
In the mirror, I watch my earrings sway and flash back and forth, the words blurring in my vision and in my brain.
Free.
Use.
My orgasm brains me like a blow to the head and I scream, helplessly thrusting my fluttering desperate cunt back onto his cock. I hear laughter -- close and from outside the stall -- and wolf whistles. The world starts to go fuzzy at the edges.
My earrings catch the florescent light, dizzying, as my satisfied customer completes his transaction and zips up. His seed seeps out of me and trickles down my thigh, drips on the floor.
I hear the stall door open, and shift loose-limbed and floaty on my feet.
"Thank... you..." I slur, drooly and breathless, my customer service smile turned as vacant and sultry as my bedroom eyes, peering back at me in the mirror.
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I sit you down in my lap, complimenting you, telling you just how pretty you are. My hands are gently touching you, caressing your skin softly. I begin to feel a wet spot forming against my skin on the thigh that youâre sitting on. I start to touch you more, and more intensely. âWhatâs going on here?â I look down at my thigh and look back up at you with a smile. âI have barely even touched you baby, you shouldnât be this wet,â I push you down onto your stomach and I pull the panties off of your body, âsorry baby, but i need to figure out why youâre so wet. Itâs time for an inspection.â Just as the words leave my mouth my finger is shoved inside of you, probing around and feeling just how wet you are just like your doctor, I push my finger deeper inside of you and you hear me whisper under my breath ânot deep enough,â then your body tenses up with anticipation. I pull my cock out, âyou seriously shouldnât be this wet,â I say âI havenât done anything to you yet.â I push your head down to the bed, arching your back for me, pressing the tip against your tiny little hole, âgoodâ I moan out as I push the tip inside of you, âgirl!â I grunt as I bury the length of my cock deep inside of you. I continue sliding my cock in and out of you, getting harder and rougher with each and every thrust âyouâre doing so good babygirl,â I moan out, âjust a little longer,â my pace picks up as I start bruising and ruining you from the inside out. âHold my hand sweetie,â I reach my hand out and grab yours, sweetly holding onto your hand as youâre forced to get completely ruined by me, âiâm so close to being done,â I push myself as deep as I possibly can inside of you and I say âletâs see just how healthy you are babygirl,â I grit my teeth and begin pounding into you as hard as I can, making you sore and hurt from the size of my cock brutally using you. I hold you down against the bed, pinning you in place and using your hole as my perfect little fleshlight until i completely fill your pussy full of my cum, making sure youâre healthy enough for breeding. My cum oozes out of you as I let out a laugh, âyou are the healthiest little girl Iâve ever met,â I smile at you and brush the hair away from your flushed face, âthe perfect little breeding pet,â I whisper to you sweetly as I begin getting you all dressed up again, acting like nothing even happened to you
A group of perverts should call me dumb and perfect as they rape me in an alley and then let me cling to them, as we walk around the city with the cum of some of them still in me
They catcall and offer me a ride on Their motorcycles as I walk past, holding my skirt down so it wonât flip in the wind. A precarious outfit for a windy autumn day but it was just so cute. Big sweater with hearts, pink pleated skirt paired with thigh thighs and ribbon pigtails . I linger just a bit too long with no thank youâs and donât hear the one coming up behind me. A hand covers my mouth and I feel the scruff of a beard against my ear.
âYou gonna be good sweetheart? Iâd hate to have to rip these pretty clothes of yours.â Panic floods my senses, thereâs nobody around, and these men could really hurt me if I argued. Tears fill my eyes and I nod. Theyâre quick, picking me up and carrying me further into an alley way before I even finish. Rough hands pulling off my sweater only to toss me on my knees onto it. Thereâs a cock in my mouth before I can even scream, hands moving my hips into place and pinching my nipples. The second man flips up my skirt and grinds against my ass.
âAww, look at it all pretty for us.â He coos in my ear touching me through my white cotton panties. He presses against my back forcing my throat down on the other, I gag and he pulls out only to slap me with it and thrust back in.
âYou think this angleâs good?â A third one says, receiving grunts of approval âI wanna get the whole thing in case we ruin the pup, itâs just too pretty.â He walks over and snaps one of my thigh highs and I flinch.
âAww hush now baby weâre just getting started.â The one above me coos talking so sweet despite how rough heâs begun fucking my throat. I squeal as the man behind me slips past my panties, cussing at how wet I am. He rips them down my thighs and I only have a second before he lifts my hips and impales me on his cock. It burns but Iâm so wet thereâs hardly resistance and he forces into me. I try to push them all off me but he pins my hands to my hips and just starts fucking into me rough and deep.
âI was gonna be nice to you yâknow, because you were such an obedient little thing, but youâre really just a desperate whore arenât you? Getting so wet from us violating you like this. You wanted this didnât you? No bitch goes out dressed this pretty unless they want to be put in their place.â He slams me down and ruts deep while the first one cums down my throat. âSwallow it. I shouldnât have to tell you what happens if you donâtâ I choke but swallow it all down. Just as he pulls out I see a flash of camera and feel the spatter of the third cumming on my face.
âAh shit, youâve gotta try it. Here, â Number Two yanks me up off of him and leans me back against him to slap my pussy. I yelp and try to stop him again but someone grabs my hands. He stops slapping me and thrusts against my asshole while rubbing my clit. My vision is so blurry And itâs so dark here I canât tell who does what anymore. Thereâs a red streak from their camera and I canât help the shame that Anyone could see this, that theyâll have this forever.
âPlease, please stop, I wonât tell I promise, I canât do this please.â My begging is met with hushes and coos and another cock in my mouth.
âAww you wonât tell? How sweet but I already know that. What would you tell huh? You came over to us looking for a good time and weâre giving it to you doll. Hell, Youâre enjoying this so much already, see?â He strikes my clit with another slap just as the head of his cock dips into my ass and slipping back out. He grabs my throat and hold me in place before someone thrusts into my dripping hole again, them laughing at my muffled moans and sobs. Teeth and lips meet my shoulder leaving marks sure to stay for days. The man behind me chuckles and pushes harder against my hole into my ass, only lubed with my fluids. I start whining and whimpering around my mouthful as the heat and shame rises. It spikes and rises as the burning stretch behind me does, and I wiggle to get away from it all.
âDumb puppy is gonna cum for us hm? You wanted this didnât you? Itâs okay weâre right here, go ahead. Cum while we rape you sweetheart. Itâs okay, make a mess all over. Nobody is ever gonna fuck you like this again. Youâll be coming back for us to give you exactly what you need over and over and over.â He bottoms out and presses hip hips against me, rutting deep and slow. I can feel the man in my pussy throbbing and Pressing against him inside of me. The feeling of it all makes me cum harder than I ever have before. My vision goes spotty and I feel wetness shoot down my thighs and soak into my socks.
âOh god did she just squirt?!â The man above me moans and starts cumming, pulling out to cover my face with it.
âTold you this one would be fun. What a good little thing, think we can make her do it again?â Tha man behind me holds my hips hard enough to bruise and begins lifting me up and down their lengths length leisurely as I tremble and clench around them. I cling to the one in front of me, embarrassed and overwhelmed and sobbing into his shoulder.
âAww hush now weâve got you remember? Youâre ours until weâre done so just let us big strong men do whatever we want with you hm? This is really your fault anyway. Thatâs right, so sweet, take everything we got. Fuck, thatâs right take it all. Take it. Fucking take it!â His pace picks up with his volume before Heâs pressing in and cums deep in my ass, staying inside me after and guiding me on the others cock as well. I moan and realize they arenât using condoms just as the man in my pussy starts to twitch.
âNot inside me, please no more, not in my pussy please pull out oh god pleaseâ fingers circle my clit and cut off my moans. The one fucking my pussy leans forward to talk in my ear.
âYou on birth control Princess?â
âNo no no please Iâm not donât cum inside please no noâ he ignores my please, fingers speeding up on my clit and cock fucking into my ass again. I start crying again, overwhelmed and feeling a climax rising again.
âIt was cute how you got all hopeful there for a second, as if you had a choiceâ He growls and bites down, cumming deep inside. Heat splashing right across my cervix send me sobbing through a second orgasm.
They keep me there for hours. Sending me over the edge again and again. Talking so sweet and being so rough and not caring how sensitive I am. Once theyâre done I expect them to simply leave me there but one pulls out a thing of tissues and wet wipes and starts cleaning up my face. He pulls up my panties but doesnât clean my throbbing holes. Just the rest of me as he dressed me tender and gentle.
âCâmere doll, Let us walk you home, itâs dangerous at night.â I cling desperate and confused at their kindness, holes leaking their cum as we walk down the street together. They walk me all the way home, and insist on coming inside to make sure I sleep. And then insist on staying the night because what if some dangerous man tries to break in. And then insist on fucking me awake because I was just too sweet and innocent sleeping there with their cum leaking out of me to not be kept full of it
Tied down to a log, completely naked. Seemingly untouched. Whoever left you here left you blindfolded, with a big sign above you that simply stated: âFREE USE â PLEASE BREEDâ
I shrug as I pull the plug out of your hole, watching it flutter as clear lube and slick drool out. Stroking my cock, I watch as you start to thrash around in your binds.
The panic only makes you tighter when I push in. Itâs such an easy slide home. Burying myself deep inside you, I slap your ass and grunt. Whoever left you here had the right idea, your hole was made to be bred.
I use you for hours, dumping load after load deep inside you. It takes awhile for my friends to arrive, but when they finally find us, theyâre all tenting their pants, panting, groping themselves.
When I hand you over, theyâre rough. Using your holes, your mouth, and the rest of your body to get off. Covering you in a thick layer of cum.
I wasnât the only one to call my friendsâ each guy, after finishing, disappears for a moment with their phone in hand, before coming back to get another piece of you. It doesnât take long for more men to trickle in, openly stroking their cocks while they watch others milk themselves with you.
I stay till the last man leavesâ watching him wring the last drop of cum from his cock, before he leaves you there. A sticky, used mess.
I pull my cock out while I pull your blindfold off, chuckling at the dumb, fucked out expression on your face. Sighing as I release across your dumb face one last time.
Werewolf bf x Fem!Reader - word count - 8,191
No use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader
I've decided to write more Grady and his sunshine. I am going to start a little masterlist just for Grady Here. You can also find my full masterlist Here.
Its hard when the shifting is forced by the moon. But you're right by his side every time. Tonight, your usually excitable wolf is excited about you instead.
Grady huffed as he dropped onto the couch beside you, the whole thing shifting under his weight. A low groan escaped him as he settled, his scruffy cheek brushing the top of your head with an affectionate scratch.
âI'm so not ready for tonight,â he grumbled, rubbing at his eyes with the heel of his hand like a sulky teenager who hadnât slept.
You smiled softly. You knew why.
Transforming hurtâplain and simple. Even if he never said it outright, you could see it in his posture, in the way his hands would tremble just before the shift started, in the way he ached after. And afterward? He was a menace. A car-sized wolf with the energy of an untrained golden retriever and the judgment of a wet sock. The last time heâd shifted, he spent hours splashing through the creek like a child, barking at fish and trying to catch them with giant clumsy paws.
âNo being mean this time,â he grumbled, dragging his voice like gravel. âSânot funny when you pretend to throw the ball.â
A laugh slipped from you before you could hold it back. He could complain all he wanted, but you knew he secretly loved the way you giggled at him. The way you looked at him like he was something to be adoredâeven when he was soaking wet, covered in mud, and howling at frogs.
âBut it is funny when you get all huffy about it,â you teased, turning your head to nuzzle against his chest. One hand reached up to rake gently through his shaggy hair. âAnd youâre so big. Like a puppy trying to cannonball in a birdbath.â
Grady let out a dramatic sigh like you were torturing him, but his head tilted into your lap anyway, heavy and warm. He stretched out like a spoiled housecat, completely ignoring his own complaints.
âMânot a puppy,â he muttered.
You smiled and let your fingers slide deeper into his hair, giving a gentle tug near the roots. âYouâre my sweet little puppy,â you whispered, all saccharine and smug.
His response was a wordless gruntâplayful and gruff. He shifted slightly, angling his face toward your thigh, eyes fluttering shut while your nails scratched his scalp.
âMânot little,â he huffed again. âMâsix foot six. And mâstrong.â
The pout on his face was so comical, so impossibly cute, that you had to bite your lip. His bottom lip pushed out, scrunching adorably as his cheek mashed against your leg. You could practically hear the exaggerated cartoon sound of mmpfh in your head.
âAnd Iâm not yours,â he added suddenly, with just enough petulance to make it clear he knew exactly how ridiculous he sounded.
You raised a brow, smirking down at him. âOh? Not mine?â You let the words drip slowly from your tongue. âYou sure about that?â
Grady cracked one eye open to glare at you, the expression ruined by the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was trying to keep up the act, but he was failingâbadly.
âShut up,â he mumbled, burying his face further into your thighs with a grumble that was more fond than irritated. âMâjust in the mood for attention, is all.â
âI know, baby,â you murmured, softening immediately. Your fingers returned to his hair, slow and comforting, while your other hand rested in his grasp. He took it without asking, calloused fingers fiddling with yours like a nervous habit.
Grady exhaled a low, contented hum as you carded your fingers through his thick hair. You felt the tension melt from his shoulders, his weight growing heavier against your body like he could sink into you entirely.
His thumb brushed lazy circles against your palm, his touch gentle in a way that always surprised you. For someone built like a tank, he handled you like spun sugar.
âThis is stupid,â he muttered, voice low and muffled against your lap. âMâso damn clingy lately.â
You huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing along the edge of his ear. âIt probably doesnât help that Iâm ovulating,â you said, only half joking. âYou always get extra cuddly when Iâm like this.â
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated against your thighs. His nose dipped lower, brushing against your stomach as he inhaled deeply. The change was subtle but immediateâhis body tensed slightly, something more primal flickering behind his eyes when he looked up at you again.
âDamn,â he rasped. âYouâre right. I can smell it on you.â
Your breath caught as he shifted, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you even closer. He inhaled again, slower this time, and the look in his eyes went from soft to something darker, heavier.
âSâlike a damn magnet,â he growled, voice husky now. âCanât⊠help being close. Need to feel you.â
Heat bloomed low in your belly as his hands slid over your curves, broad palms claiming every inch of you like you belonged to him. His lips brushed your jaw, the warmth of his breath making you shiver.
âNeed to touch you,â he murmured, voice barely more than a growl now. âNeed to⊠have you.â
His fingers traced the edge of your hipbone, rough callouses dragging sparks across your skin.
You swallowed hard, pulse fluttering beneath your skin. âYou have to be ready to shift, Grady,â you whispered, even though your body was already arching into his touch. âWe canât be fooling around right now.â
He groaned, a deep, frustrated sound, and dropped his head back into your lap like he was suffering a mortal wound. You ran your fingers through his hair again to soothe him, ignoring the thrum of heat still pulsing between your legs.
âI know,â he mumbled. âI know⊠Itâs justâyou smell so damn good. And I canâtâŠâ He groaned again. âItâs hard to focus on anything but you.â
His hands slid up your sides, claiming your waist again, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts. Possessive. Hungry. So very wolf of him.
You bit your lip, trying to keep your breathing steady. âOne of us has to be responsible,â voice soft but firm as you try to control your breathing. âAnd right now, it needs to be me.â
You kissed the top of his head, trying not to melt under the weight of his affection. âCâmon. Why donât we go outside? Get some air before the moon rises.â
He lifted his head slowly, fixing you with a look that was pure sulk. A low rumble escaped himâhalf groan, half growl.
âFine,â he said eventually, clearly put out. He untangled himself from you with great reluctance and standing, stretching his arms above his head in a long, full-body sigh. âBut I donât have to be happy about it.â
You snorted and grabbed the nearest blanket and your phone, nudging open the back door. âWhat are you, five?â
âSix-foot-six!â he called after you with a grumble. âAnd very emotionally mature.â
You just rolled your eyes, stepping out into the soft twilight, knowing heâd follow you like a very loyal, very grumpy dog.
ââM not five,â Grady grumbles, trailing after you through the back door like an overgrown toddler being dragged to bed. His hands are shoved deep in his hoodie pockets, shoulders hunched in exaggerated sulkiness as he kicks a pebble with unnecessary force.
You donât even try to hide your giggle. The sound bubbles up too easily as he stomps behind you like a very large, very pouty, very muscular little boy trying desperately not to look like one.
Outside, the evening air is soft and thick with the scent of springâfresh grass, blooming lilacs, and the distant promise of rain. Fireflies have already started blinking lazily near the treeline, and the sky is painted in streaks of gold and lavender.
You unfurl the blanket onto the grass, smoothing it out with practiced motions. âThe little pouty lip says otherwise,â you tease over your shoulder.
Grady flops down beside you like a felled oak tree, limbs sprawling everywhere. His face contorts into an even more dramatic pout as he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, glaring at the sky like it personally offended him.
âShut up,â he huffs, though the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrays him. He knows he looks ridiculous. He just doesnât care enough to stop.
Despite his theatrics, his eyes track your every move while you adjust the edges of the blanket, the weight of his gaze dragging warm across your skin. Thereâs something different in the way heâs watching youâless petulance, more hunger. A quiet want simmering behind all that bluster.
Once you're settled, he sighsâloud and dramaticâas he flops fully onto his back, arms stretched wide, legs splayed like heâs trying to cover as much territory as possible. Itâs utterly unnecessary and completely endearing.
âYouâre laughing at me,â he accuses, his voice heavy with faux betrayal.
âI am, you goose.â
ââM not a goose,â he grumbles, sticking his bottom lip out like a sulking kid. He still hasnât moved. Heâs absolutely committed to the sprawl. âAnd youâre mean.â
The pout deepens. You canât decide if heâs more ridiculous or more adorable.
But then his body twitches, barely perceptible but real, and the lightness fades a little.
Your teasing halts as your brow furrows. âYou hurting already?â
His smug little act falters, and the air around him shiftsâlike something heavier just settled on his shoulders. His eyes flick toward you, the mischief gone.
âYeah,â he admits softly, teeth clenched as he tries to stretch, only to wince. âIt⊠itâs starting.â
He tries to brush it off, tries to flash you that cocky, crooked smile that usually melts your resolve. But it falters too quickly, his body trembling slightly beneath it. Thereâs tension in the line of his jaw, in the way his fingers curl into the blanket like heâs bracing himself.
âMâfine,â he insists, even as another tremor rolls through him. You see the way his breath stutters, how his shoulders hunch like heâs trying to protect himself from the inevitable.
You shift closer without hesitation, smoothing a hand through his hair and brushing the sweat-damp fringe back from his forehead. âIâm right here,â you whisper, your voice low, steady. Anchoring.
Grady swallows hard, closing his eyes beneath your touch. For a few seconds, you can see the tension easeâjust slightly. He leans into you instinctively, as though your presence might hold the pain at bay.
âGod, damnit,â he groans, voice rough with strain. âIt always hurts. Fucking full moonsâŠâ
And then it hits harderâhis back arches, body jerking as muscles seize, bones grinding audibly beneath his skin. His fists curl tighter into the blanket, knuckles white, and his teeth bare in a silent snarl.
You hate this part.
The forced shift always drags. Unlike the fluid, almost elegant change he can summon on his own, the full moon rips it from him inch by inch. Thereâs nothing gentle about itâjust raw, brutal transformation.
Gradyâs breaths come in quick, sharp bursts now. âMmmphâfuckââ
You reach for his hand and squeeze, grounding him. Heâs shaking, sweat beading at his temples, jaw locked tight as another wave crashes through him. His spine contorts, ribs creaking, the shift clawing through him mercilessly.
His body is growing before your eyes, bones stretching, skin pulling, fur starting to ripple along his arms and neck. He looks at youâeyes wild, pain-slicked and glassy. âMâsorry,â he gasps, voice barely human. âHurts⊠so damn muchâŠâ
âDonât apologize,â you say softly, but firmly. Your hand cups his cheek, thumb brushing beneath his eye. âYou donât have to say sorry. Iâve got you. Iâm here.â
His jaw clenches as another sharp spasm rolls through him, and he lets out a guttural sound that makes your heart ache. Still, even through it, he nodsâtiny, frantic, like heâs hanging on to your voice like a lifeline.
âYâhere,â he pants, words slurred. âIâm⊠Iâm fineâŠâ
But heâs not.
You can see it in every flicker of movementâthe way his muscles writhe under his skin, the helpless arch of his spine, the low, pained sounds ripping free despite his efforts to bite them back.
A deep, guttural cry tears from his throat as another surge overtakes him.
You donât flinch. Donât move. You stay exactly where you are, fingers threading into his thickening fur, palm braced against his changing chest. You murmur to him between the sharp sounds of cracking bone and strangled groansâsoft nonsense words, soothing nothings, promises that heâs not alone.
And even as the final wave starts to crestâhis limbs lengthening, spine stretching into something no longer quite humanâhis eyes remain locked on yours.
The same eyes. Even through the pain. Even through the change.
And you stay.
You always stay.
The transformation is frenzied nowâhis body twisting, writhing, contorting in ways that make your chest ache just to watch. Bones shift with wet, sickening cracks; skin ripples and splits beneath the strain, shredding the last threads of his clothes. You canât look away, even as you flinch with each spasm, each guttural sound that tears from his throat.
Gradyâs voice is nearly gone, swallowed by gasps and groans. But through it all, his hand shoots out blindly, shaking, reaching. Searching for you.
âDonât⊠donât leaveâŠâ he chokes out, voice barely human, barely audible. His fingers clamp around yours in a crushing grip, trembling violently.
âIâm here,â you whisper, holding his hand tight, anchoring him as best you can. âIâm not going anywhere.â
His grip tightens almost painfully, and then you feel itâthat final pulse of heat and magic as the last of his human frame dissolves. Muscles surge. Limbs expand. The shape of him grows impossibly large as the wolf takes over.
Itâs done in secondsâbut it feels like forever.
And then heâs there.
Massive. Towering. All pitch-black fur and broad shoulders, hulking muscle wrapped in velvet shadows. A wolf, but so much more than that. Primal. Fierce. Raw.
His chest heaves with labored breaths as he looms over you, his fur slick with sweat and half-shifted heat. Eyes gleam in the dusk lightâgreen, unmistakably Grady. Still him, somewhere in there.
For a long moment, neither of you moves. The only sound is the rustle of grass beneath his heavy paws and the sharp rhythm of his breathing.
Then you rise slowly, reaching up with both hands, careful and deliberate. Your fingers brush along his broad snout, smoothing down the wild fur. âThere you are, my love,â you murmur, voice barely more than a breath. âThe hard partâs over.â
Grady lets out a low whuff, the sound deep and soft. He leans into your touch immediately, eyes slipping closed as you pet him. His whole massive frame relaxes into the contact, brushing up against you with the same needy affection heâd shown earlierâbut everything about him now feels bigger, heavier, more intense.
He presses his head against your hip with a sigh thatâs almost content, nearly human in its weight.
And then you feel it.
The shift in energy. Subtle at first. The way his nose twitches. The stiffening of his shoulders. The slow inhale he takes at your side, drawing in your scent deep into his lungs.
His brain clicks over. You feel the moment it happens.
The wolf is fully in control now.
Grady lifts his head and stares at youâno longer soft or playful. His eyes are sharp, present, but darker, more calculating. His body presses against you again, only this time with purpose.
His snout nuzzles at your stomach, then your hip, then higher, across your chest. Slow, deliberate drags of his nose over your body as he breathes you in.
Heâs scent-marking you.
âGradyâŠâ you say softly, your voice cautious but not frightened. âYou okay?â
Thereâs no answer. Just a low, vibrating grunt and the sensation of his nose nudging firmly under the hem of your dress. It flutters upward from the force of it, cool air brushing your thighs as he shuffles closer, his face buried against you.
Your breath catchesâhalf-laugh, half-shiver. âBaby, what is up with you?â you giggle, the sound breathless as his whiskers tickle your skin and hot breath bathes your inner thighs.
Grady doesnât respond. He grumbles low in his chest, face disappearing beneath your dress as he pushes further. You stagger slightly, trying to brace yourself, but heâs insistentânose and mouth brushing against your skin, warm and wet and deliberate.
Heâs not being playful.
Heâs claiming you.
A startled squeak escapes you as he suddenly surges forward, and you lose your balance, toppling backward onto your ass with a thud. Your dress rides up, bunched around your waist, and his enormous body follows you down, pressing closeâcovering you like a storm cloud.
âGrady!â
But heâs already thereâhead buried between your thighs, breath scorching, nose rooting deeper. You squirm as his snout presses intimately against the softest part of you, heat blooming wild and sharp under your skin.
He grunts again, almost frustrated, and the low growl that follows sends a tremor through you.
Your underwear is no barrier.
He licks up the fabricâonce, slowlyâthen again, more firmly. The sound that rumbles in his chest is sharp, impatient, primal.
You let out a soft, startled soundâand thatâs all it takes.
A sudden rip, the fabric tearing like wet paper in his teeth. You gasp, air rushing out of your lungs as the cool night kisses bare skin, and then his tongue is on you. Directly.
Rough. Hot. Insistent.
You cry out, hips jerking, and he growlsâa deep, satisfied soundâas if thatâs what he wanted. His tongue laps at you eagerly, hungry and unrelenting, burying his face in you like itâs the only thing keeping him grounded.
And maybe it is.
Thereâs nothing human in the way he moves nowâno teasing, no hesitation. Just possession. Devotion. Instinct layered over devotion like wildfire.
Heâs not letting up. Heâs not giving space.
Heâs claiming you. As his mate. As his.
You can barely breathe. Can barely think. His massive body is pressed over yours, his head buried between your thighs, his entire attention locked on tasting you, marking you, making sure every inch of you belongs to him.
And gods, part of you loves it.
The wildness. The need. The way even in this untamed form, itâs still Gradyâstill your mateâpouring every ounce of instinct into loving you the only way his wolf knows how.
Youâre pinned.
Not by force, not reallyâbut by the sheer weight of him. The heat radiating from his enormous body has your skin slick with sweat, your breath catching in short, needy gasps as his tongue drags another hot, slow stroke over your now-bare cunt.
Your thighs twitch against his broad shoulders. Useless. Heâs nestled there like he was made for it, devouring you with single-minded hunger, his thick tongue lapping deep, slow, and filthy.
âOhâfuckâGradyâŠâ
Your voice is wrecked already, barely a whisper, but he grumbles in response, and the sound vibrates against your clit.
He likes that.
He does it again.
A rumbling growl rolls up from his chest as he presses his mouth flush against you, tongue flicking relentlessly over your soaked flesh like he canât get enoughâlike he needs more. Needs you to drip, to soak, to be drenched in the scent of his name and the taste of his tongue.
Your hands bury in his thick fur, pulling, anchoring, begging, even though youâre not sure for what. More? Relief? Mercy?
Heâs not giving you any of that.
He snuffles deeper between your thighs, rutting his nose shamelessly against your slick folds, inhaling like heâs trying to drown in you. His tongue flattens and slides up in a broad, possessive sweep, catching on your clit againâharder this time, with an eager little grunt that tells you exactly how feral heâs gone.
The wet sounds between your legs are obsceneâslick and hungry and loud. Youâre soaking, trembling, your hips jerking with every pass of his tongue, but itâs not enough. Heâs not letting you fall. Not yet. Heâs teasing the edge with maddening precision.
Heâs playing with you like prey.
âGrady, babyâpleaseâI canâtâŠâ
You whimper, writhing, trying to close your legsâtrying to open them. You donât even know what your body wants anymore. You just know itâs too much. Too sharp. Too deep.
And still not enough.
He snarls against your core like he doesnât like the whimper, doesnât like the distance in your voice, and then he drags his tongue low, flattening it and shoving inside you.
Your whole body jerks.
âGodsâ Grady!â
His tongue thrusts, long and thick and forceful, moving in slow, filthy strokes that make your vision white out. Itâs not even about making you comeâitâs about owning you. Filling you. Marking you from the inside out.
You claw at the blanket, dress bunched around your waist, thighs spread wide around the massive breadth of his shoulders. Youâre completely exposed, entirely at his mercyâand heâs reveling in it.
He growls again, low and possessive, nosing up to your clit and flicking it ruthlessly while his tongue fucks into you deep and messy. His panting breath washes over your soaked skin, his tail thumping behind him in mindless rhythm.
And godsâyouâre close.
So close it hurts.
âPleaseâplease, IâmâGrady, Iâmââ
Your body goes rigid as that knot of pressure coils tight, snapping all at once with a cry you donât even recognize as your own.
Your orgasm hits like a wave, crashing through your limbs, your back arching off the blanket, thighs locking around his ears. Youâre gasping, moaning, sobbing his name in broken pieces as your cunt spasms around nothing, desperate for more, desperate for him to never stop.
And he doesnât.
He licks you through it, moaning into your soaked cunt like heâs drunk on you, like he canât bear to stop. He slurps every drop of your release, tongue greedy, nose buried in your folds like heâs scenting his favorite mealâand you're giving it all to him.
Youâre shaking, legs trembling, brain gone hazy as he finally draws backâjust enough to breathe, just enough to look at you.
And those eyesâŠ
Still green. Still his. But burning.
Feral.
Possessive.
Unrelenting.
He growls again, this time louder as his massive paw lands beside your head, his chest pressing up and over you. You see his hindquarters shift, his whole body angling around you, and thenâ
You feel it.
His cock.
Hot. Heavy. Throbbing.
Thick enough to make your breath catch, even before it presses against the mess he just made of you.
Still panting, still dazed, you blink up at him. âGradyâŠ?â
He snarls softlyâlow and pleading. Not angry. Not rough. Just desperate.
He needs in. Now.
Needs to be inside you.
Needs to breed.
His cock drags against your soaked entranceâhot and slick and huge. You're already trembling from the orgasm he licked out of you, your cunt still fluttering, still leaking. And now this. Him.
His tip catches against your folds, and your breath stutters.
Heâs⊠massive. Thick in a way that makes your mouth fall open, makes your body go still with anticipation and a sliver of fear. You can feel the blunt head of it nudging, already slick with precum, already throbbing.
âGradyâŠâ you whisper, eyes wide, thighs still trembling. âYouâre soâbaby, I donât know ifââ
You donât get the words out. He growlsâlow, guttural, needyâand shoves forward.
Not all the way. Not yet.
But enough.
Enough that your walls stretch wide, sucking in the thick, blunt head of his cock with a slick pop that makes your whole body jerk. You cry out, head thrown back against the grass as your cunt clamps down instinctively.
âF-fuckâGrady, slow downââ
He doesnât understand âslow.â Not now. Not like this. Not when youâre slick and shaking and open beneath him, your scent flooding his nose, your heat wrapped around the very tip of him.
He draws back only to thrust deeper, forcing more of his thick cock inside, splitting you open with an almost brutal stretch. You claw at his fur, gasping, legs kicking around his waist.
âToo muchâGradyâfuckâI canâtââ
He huffs hard against your throat, panting, his tongue dragging hot and messy along your skin as his hips roll againâgrinding deeper, deeper, pushing more of that impossible length into you with every rutting thrust.
Your bodyâs struggling to take him. Itâs too muchâheâs too thick, too hard, the shape of him pressing against spots inside you that have never been touched this way before. Your cunt spasms around him, trying to pull him in, trying to keep him.
And heâs panting against your cheek now, nose nuzzling, whining like he canât stand the gap between you.
âNeed it,â you whimper, voice broken and hoarse. âFuck, Gradyâneed youâfill me upâplease, babyââ
Thatâs all he needed.
He snaps his hips forward, burying the rest of his cock inside you in one brutal, devastating thrust.
You scream.
Itâs not painâitâs too hot, too much, too goodâyour cunt stretched around him, stuffed full of thick, pulsing wolf cock. Your body clenches hard around the base, locking down like itâs trying to hold him in place.
And Grady loses it.
He starts thrustingâpistoning into youâhard, fast, relentless. Youâre so wet now, slick pouring down your thighs, soaking his fur, making obscene wet noises every time his cock slams into your drenched pussy.
Thereâs no rhythm, no finesse. Just frenzied need. His hips snap forward over and over again, each thrust slamming into your cervix, making stars burst behind your eyes.
Youâre crying out with every thrust nowâloud, helpless, wrecked. You donât care who hears. You donât care about anything except the way heâs fucking you.
His teeth graze your throat. He noses at your jaw. Heâs whining, panting, desperateâand you feel the moment he starts to swell.
The knot.
âGradyâGrady noâI canâtââ
Youâre already too full. Thereâs no room. Youâre stretched to your limit and then someâand still his cock pulses, flaring inside you, swelling at the base with every frantic thrust.
âToo muchâtoo bigâfuckââ
But heâs not listening. He canât. His bodyâs doing what it was made to doâwhat every instinct in his feral mind is screaming for:
Breed.
He thrusts a few more times, sharp and fast, grinding his thick cock deeper into your cuntâand then with a sudden, feral growl, he locks into place.
You feel the knot snap into you, stretching you even wider, locking the two of you together with a wet, aching pop that makes your whole body seize.
You cry outâhalf sob, half moanâas he grinds against you, cock pulsing violently inside your womb.
And then he comes.
Itâs relentless.
Hot jets of cum flood your pussy, thick and heavy, flooding your insides with warmth. Thereâs so muchâmore than your body can handleâmore than should even fit. You can feel it pouring into you in thick pulses, and the knot keeps every drop inside.
Youâre shaking, legs locked around his waist, your belly already aching with fullness. Your walls flutter around him, clenching and sucking, and it wonât stopâhe keeps cumming, keeps growling into your neck, keeps huffing with those deep, desperate noises like he needs to get every last drop inside you.
âOh gods,â you gasp, tears slipping down your cheeks. âGradyâfuckâthereâs so muchâso muchââ
You can feel it nowâhis cum bloating your belly slightly, your womb full and aching, and your cunt still fluttering around him, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
And he hasnât even moved.
You shudder violently when he finally nudges his hips, testing the tieâand it sends another orgasm crashing through you.
You choke on a sob, your pussy milking his cock as another wave rolls through youâharder than the first.
Youâre shaking uncontrollably now, nails digging into his fur, legs twitching around him.
Heâs knotted inside you, body locked to yours, cock still twitching, still leaking inside your swollen cunt.
And worst of all?
You feel it starting again.
His hips twitch. His growl deepens.
Heâs not finished.
Heâs going to breed you again.
Youâre still twitching beneath him, cunt pulsing weakly around his knot, body wrecked and boneless. But he hasnât movedânot really.
Gradyâs still in you.
Still locked inside you.
And you can feel him getting hard again.
Your heart stutters. âNoâbaby, pleaseâyou justââ
You squirm, but the knot keeps you stretched, locked wide around the thickest part of him, your walls gripping tight with nowhere to run. Thereâs so much cum inside youâhot and heavy and endlessâand itâs not stopping. Not when heâs still so deep, still so full, and already swelling again.
His cock twitches inside you, knot throbbing as it swells a little more. A broken moan slips past your lips, your fingers digging into his thick ruff, clinging as your body trembles beneath the sheer pressure.
âGrady,â you whimper. âI canâtâbaby, I canâtââ
He growls again, lower now, darker, and it vibrates right through your chest. His teeth graze your neck, not bitingânot yetâbut the meaning is clear.
Mine.
Your body jerks with a soft cry as his hips start to move againânot thrusting, not yetâbut slow, deep grinds, dragging his thick cock against your sensitive, cum-slick walls. The knot tugs with every movement, sending a bolt of pressure through your lower belly.
And godsâyou feel it.
Your stomach is tight. Swollen. Stuffed full with his seed, and itâs not enough for him. He wants more.
Wants to breed you until it takes.
He snuffles at your throat, nipping and licking as his hips grind again and you feel his cock throb, leaking fresh, hot spurts inside your womb. The pressure in your belly builds higher, the stretch at your entrance obscene.
And then he thrusts.
Itâs shallow, only a few inchesâhe canât pull outâbut even that tiny movement punches the air from your lungs.
You sob, back arching as your clit grinds against the base of his knot. The friction makes your whole body spasm, sparks of white-hot sensation ripping down your spine.
Another orgasm hits without warning, crashing through your nerves like lightning. You scream his name, legs jerking, toes curling, cunt fluttering helplessly around the locked, massive cock still fucking deep inside you.
Grady groans, nose buried against your throat as he starts thrusting againâshort, fast, brutal little pumps, knot tugging, pushing, dragging.
Claiming.
You can hear the slick noises nowâwet and obscene, the sound of your body being used, of cum squelching from around the base of his knot every time he ruts into your swollen cunt.
Youâre cryingâactually cryingâtears streaking hot down your cheeks, not from pain, not even from pleasure, but from overload. Your brainâs gone static, pleasure boiling over into something raw and animal.
Your belly is round and tight now, heavy with the weight of what heâs filled you with, and still he doesnât stop.
He growls against your jaw, panting, drooling, tongue dragging up your cheek as he presses his full weight into you, cock flexing againâand again.
You sob. âGradyâfuckâyouâre gonna break meâcanâtâcanât take any moreââ
But your cunt tells a different story.
Youâre still fluttering, still clenching, still milking him.
And he knows it.
He snarlsâmineâand bites.
Not enough to draw blood. Not yet.
But the pressure of his teeth at your shoulder makes your pussy spasm around his cock, and he feels itâhis rhythm falters, a sharp whine tearing from his throat as he loses control again.
He pounds into youâknot stretching, twisting, tugging your wallsâand then he freezes, cock driving deep, locked in place as another wave of hot, sticky cum explodes into your womb.
You screamâback arching, vision whiteâas the next orgasm tears through you. It's messy, wild, unstoppable. Youâre not even really present anymore, just floating in this thick, saturated haze of heat and pressure and pleasure thatâs long since passed the point of bearable.
Your belly swells againâtight, impossibly soâsloshy and full and bred.
Heâs breathing hard above you, body locked to yours, knot pulsing, twitching, anchoring him deep where you need him most.
And he still hasnât moved.
You whimperâwrecked and wet and ruined. âGrady⊠please⊠itâs too muchâŠâ
But he doesnât understand words.
Not now.
Not when your bodyâs still twitching around him. Not when you smell like him. Not when your swollen cunt is still leaking with need, still drooling around the knot he wonâtâcanâtâpull out.
He nuzzles your cheek gently, a small whine escaping his throat, and you know what it means.
Heâs going to go again.
Limbs slack, muscles twitching, thighs still splayed open beneath the weight of his massive body. Your belly is tight, bloated with his cum, heat pulsing low and deep where heâs still locked inside you. His knot keeps you stretched wide, stuffed full, your pussy fluttering around him in slow, helpless contractions.
And Grady?
Gradyâs not done.
You feel it in the twitch of his hips. The way his cock pulses again, buried to the hilt, still leaking more into a space that canât possibly take it. Youâre drenched. Your thighs are soaked. His cum leaks around the seal of your cunt in thick, warm trickles, and he just⊠keeps swelling.
His tongue drags along your throat, slow and messy. He noses at your jaw, huffing warm breath across your cheek, and lets out a low, chest-deep growl.
Youâre not sure if heâs trying to soothe you or warn you.
âGradyââ your voice is shredded, barely more than a breath, ââyou already filled me, baby⊠you already bred meâthereâs no more roomâŠâ
He pulls back just enough to look down at you, and those green eyesâstill his, still presentâburn with something ancient and inevitable. As if that wordâenoughâdoesnât exist anymore.
Youâre his mate. Youâre in heat. And youâre still clenching around him.
So he keeps going.
He grinds into you, slow and firm, dragging the full swell of his knot against your aching walls. It punches another breathless sound from your chest, the stretch igniting nerves you didnât even know were left.
His tongue lolls over your throat, then up your cheek again. Gentle now. Reverent. But itâs paired with the steady rut of his hips as he moves inside youâbarely an inch, but enough.
Enough to make you jolt. Enough to make your overstimulated body jerk against him, your cunt sucking and milking him out of pure, desperate reflex.
âGradyâfuck, pleaseâI canâtâcanât come againââ
But youâre lying.
Your body betrays you.
Your pussy clenches againâtight, frantic, still fluttering around the knot that shouldâve ruined you already.
And he feels it.
His growl spikes into something sharp and gutturalâand then his teeth sink into the curve of your shoulder.
Not a nibble.
A claim.
The bite is deep, burning-hot and possessive, his jaw locking down just hard enough to make your back arch and your voice break into a strangled scream.
It sends you over the edge again.
Your orgasm rips through you with brutal forceâsobbing, shaking, your legs kicking weakly beneath him as you gush around his cock, the heat in your womb tightening until you swear your bellyâs going to burst.
He holds the bite, low growls vibrating into your skin, not letting up even as you fall apart beneath himâcompletely wrecked, completely bred, and still⊠still heâs grinding into you, shoving his cock deeper inside the mess heâs made of your body.
You donât even recognize the noises coming out of your throat anymoreâjust broken, wet gasps, somewhere between sobbing and begging and moaning his name like a prayer. Your hands flutter uselessly at his back, nails scratching weakly at thick fur, but you donât really want him to stop.
You canât imagine being empty.
Ever again.
And godsâhe knows it.
He noses at your neck, licking at the wound he made, all while his cock pulses again. You feel the fresh swell inside you, the way his balls draw up tight against you, and thenâ
Another flood.
Thick. Hot. Endless.
His whole body trembles as he empties inside you again, a low howl vibrating in his throat as he knots tighter, deeper, his cock pulsing with wave after wave of cum until youâre crying out, belly stretched taut and heavy between you.
Youâve lost count of how many times heâs filled you.
Youâve lost count of how many times youâve come.
And still, heâs not soft.
Still, heâs not moving.
You whimper softly, thighs twitching, muscles useless beneath the press of him.
âBabyâŠâ you rasp, tears slipping hot and helpless down your cheeks. âYouâre gonna break meâŠâ
Grady lets out a low, soft huff. His hips roll gently, keeping the pressure steady, the lock unbroken. You can feel the subtle pump of his cock still twitching inside youâleaking, marking, branding.
Youâre not just his now.
Youâre bred.
Filled to overflowing. Belly bulging. Pussy stretched wide around his knot, drooling with cum. Claimed so thoroughly your body is still spasming in aftershocks.
The knot pulses once more inside youâheavy and firm and unyieldingâand then, finally, finally, you feel it start to shrink.
A slow, dragging shift. A deep pull deep inside you as the swollen base begins to soften, releasing that unbearable tension, that relentless pressure that had locked you open and stretched around him.
You sob at the sensationânot relief, not yetâjust raw. Your body canât decide what it feels. Thereâs too much. Youâre too full. Your belly aches. Your thighs are slick and twitching, your cunt still fluttering in aftershocks as the knot deflates inch by inch.
And as it doesâ
It starts to leak.
At first, just a trickle. Warm and thick, seeping around the seal of your abused cunt.
But the moment his knot slips freeâ
It gushes.
A rush of heat pours from your pussy in a heavy wave, spilling between your thighs. You cry out at the sensationâbody clenching instinctively around the sudden emptiness as your abused walls contract, twitching with each pulse.
Grady lets out a low whine, his tongue dragging over your cheek as he nudges you gently, trying to comfort even as the mess he left behind keeps spilling out of you.
It wonât stop.
Another gush follows, thicker this timeâwarm and slick. It coats your thighs, spills into the grass beneath you, your swollen pussy twitching and oozing, fluttering helplessly around the nothing he left behind.
You reach down instinctively, hand brushing between your legsâand shudder at the wet squelch, the feel of your fingertips gliding over slick folds drenched with him.
"FuckâŠ" your voice is ruined, barely a breath. âGrady⊠so muchâŠâ
He noses at your cheek, gentle now. Panting softly, whining when you whimperâlike he knows what heâs done to you, and now he just wants to keep you warm, keep you safe, even as your body keeps leaking him out in slow, sticky waves.
You try to sit up, only to immediately collapse with a wet squelch as another gush forces itself outâyour cunt clenching, dripping, unable to hold the load he left behind.
You feel raw. Ruined.
Ruined in the best, filthiest way.
Your belly is still round and soft, still heavy with what hasnât yet spilled out. Still wide open from the stretch of his knot.
Grady noses at your hip, then licks between your thighs, slow and unhurried. Cleaning you. Scenting you. Whining softly when your body jerks from overstimulation.
"Too much," you whimper, breath hitching as his tongue drags through the slick mess he left. "You're making meâfuck, Iâm still comingâ"
Your hips twitch againâanother gush forcing its way out at the pressure of his tongue.
He growls softly, satisfied. Tail thumping.
Youâre not sure if heâs proud of himself or just overwhelmed by the scent, but you knowâwithout a shadow of a doubtâheâd do it all over again.
And maybe youâd let him.
Because right now, lying in the mess of what heâs done to youâsoaked and open and claimedâyouâve never felt more his.
And heâs still hovering close.
Still licking.
Still watching your hole flutter and leak.
Still hard.
You lie there in the grass, splayed out on the soaked, ruined blanket, your limbs heavy and shaking, belly soft and swollen with what hasnât yet spilled out. Your cuntâs still twitchingâused, emptied, but not at rest. Every breath draws another sluggish trickle between your thighs.
And Grady is watching.
His massive body is curled protectively around you now, no longer grinding, no longer ruttingâjust present. Thereâs a quiet, animal weight in the way he stays pressed to your side, the bulk of him warm and solid and humming with something softer than before.
He noses your neck again. Licks your jaw in a slow, deliberate drag. And this time, there's no growl.
Just breath. Just presence.
His tongue moves down, gentle now, nudging at the curve of your shoulder where his teeth left bruises. He licks at it slowly, almost guiltily, as if he knows. As if some part of him is already returningârecognizing the ache, the overwhelm, the ruin he left behind.
Youâre too spent to do anything but whimper.
âGradyâŠâ Your voice is raw silk, rasping on the air. You shift slightly, and another gush of thick heat spills from your aching pussyâdown your thighs, onto the grass, seeping from your stretched, open core.
He watches it.
Then noses at the mess. Carefully. Reverently.
His tongue laps through itânot with hunger, but with focus. Tending. His broad, warm strokes drag through the slick between your thighs, cleaning you the way animals doâslow, purposeful, present. You twitch with each pass, sensitive and overstimulated, but you donât stop him.
You need him.
Even now. Especially now.
His tongue dips lower, and when your hips jerk from the contact, he pauses. Whines softly, a small sound in the back of his throat. You realize heâs checking on you, waiting. Asking permission.
Heâs starting to come back.
You thread your fingers through the thick ruff of fur at his neck, a loose, shaking motion, and give the gentlest tug.
âIâm okay,â you murmur, voice soft and frayed. âYou can⊠keep going.â
So he does.
Slow strokes between your thighs. Over the slick swell of your pussy, down to the drenched skin of your inner thighs. Not arousing, not demandingâjust gentle. Just his. He hums a little in his chest with each swipe, something content and tender, like his instincts have shifted into protectiveness now that the drive to mate is done.
He noses at your stomach, pressing his face into the soft, round curve. Breathing you in. Youâre still so fullâso claimedâand he curls tighter around you, one heavy paw braced at your hip like heâs guarding you from the world.
You lie there, cradled in the warmth of him, heart still fluttering as his licks slow.
Minutes pass.
The heat in your limbs gives way to a sleepy, molten exhaustion. Your skin smells like him. Your body feels like his. And slowly⊠slowly⊠you feel his body begin to change.
Thereâs a ripple under your palm.
A slow shift. The lines of his form begin to melt, bones softening, limbs shortening, fur dissolving in quiet pulses. The wolf fades away.
And then⊠Grady is there.
Still huge. Still warm. But human again, lying naked beside you in the wreckage of everything he did.
His chest is heaving with post-shift exhaustion, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his green eyesâsoft now, glassy and so awareâblink down at you in disbelief.
âOh⊠fuck,â he whispers.
He reaches for you instantly, cupping your cheek with shaking fingers. âShitâbabyâI didnâtâare you okay? I didnât hurt you?â
You stare up at him, lashes fluttering, lips parted.
âNo,â you breathe. âYou⊠wrecked me.â
And then you smile. Just a little. Just enough.
Grady lets out a strangled, breathless laughâhalf shame, half aweâand leans his forehead against yours. His hand drifts down, over your flushed, sticky belly, then between your legsâfreezing when he feels the mess still leaking from you.
His eyes go wide.
âIâŠâ His throat bobs. âI bred you so fucking hard, didnât I?â
You giggle, barely able to move, weak with it. âYou did.â
He stares at the mess between your legs, jaw slack, like heâs trying to process the fact that all of that came from him. Then he lets out another stunned laughâragged and boyish and completely Grady.
âWell, shit.â
His thumb strokes your hip, still reverent. Still careful. Then, with a crooked grin and a look of ridiculous pride in his eyes, he leans in to kiss your forehead.
âI think I just gave you enough to start a litter.â
Grady doesnât stop touching you.
Even once heâs shifted backâonce the furâs gone and the claws are hands againâheâs still hovering. Stroking your face with the back of his fingers. Brushing sweat-damp hair from your temples. Palming your soft belly like he canât quite believe itâs real.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, almost in awe. âGods⊠youâre still leaking.â
Your thighs twitch. Another soft, hot trickle slips out of you, pooling between your legs. You whimper from the oversensitivity, hips flinching weakly, but Grady hushes you right awayâhand on your thigh, lips pressed to your temple.
âI know, baby. I know. Iâm gonna take care of it. Gonna take care of you.â
He sounds dazed. Like heâs still trying to climb out of instinct, but canât stop clinging to the scent of you, the sight of you stretched out, messy, marked. Claimed in every way.
You reach for him sluggishly, fingers brushing his chest. âSâtoo much to walk,â you murmur, already anticipating the soreness, the slippery ache between your legs.
Grady doesnât hesitate.
âIâve got you,â he says, voice dropping low and reverent.
His arms slide under your thighs and shoulders, careful and strong, and he lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp softly, head resting against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin grounding you. Your thighs part reflexively as another lewd squelch sounds from your still-leaking pussy, but he only tightens his grip.
âFuck,â he breathes. âYouâre still so full of me.â
His voice is wrecked with itâshaky and proud. The scentâs driving him crazy all over again, but he bites it back. Holds it down.
You feel the rumble of it in his chest as he starts walkingâslow and carefulâtoward the creek just beyond the trees.
The moon hangs low, casting silver over the grass. The blanket behind you is ruined, soaked through with sweat and cum and dirt and you. And still, Grady carries you like youâre made of starlight and glass.
âI didnât think itâd be like that,â he murmurs as he walks. His nose brushes your hair, lips ghosting your temple. âDidnât think I could stay like that. Not and still⊠still know you. Still love you.â
You blink up at him, heavy-lidded and aching, heart fluttering under your ribs.
âYou did,â you whisper. âYou never stopped.â
He lets out a breath that sounds a little like a laugh and a little like a sob.
The creek glimmers just ahead, quiet and soft with slow-moving water. He steps into it barefoot, careful not to jostle you, and the cool stream rushes around his legs, up to his calves, then his thighs.
You sigh when he lowers you into the water.
Itâs coldâbut clean. And gentle. And it feels so good against your raw, sticky skin.
Grady kneels behind you, guiding your back against his chest, pulling you into his lap as the water laps around your hips.
âSorry I was soâŠâ His voice falters. âSo much.â
You reach down, guiding his hand to rest between your thighs. Let him feel the ache, the slickness, the open, overstretched softness he left behind.
âYou were perfect.â
Grady goes still behind you.
Then he exhales shakily, and starts to moveâcupping water, rinsing your inner thighs, your swollen folds, every sticky inch of skin. Heâs quiet about it. Focused. Gentle. Like youâre the most sacred thing heâs ever touched.
When heâs done, he pulls you closer, both of you half-submerged in the creek now, his chin resting on your shoulder, your legs draped over his.
And for a long, soft stretch of time⊠you just float there.
Held. Clean. Still full, still sore, still his.
Finally, he lets out a low, cheeky little sigh.
âWell,â he murmurs, voice a little more himself now, ânext full moon, I vote we put down a tarp first.â
You laugh weakly. âYou ruined the blanket.â
âAnd probably the grass. And maybe your ability to walk.â
You groan, head tipping back against his shoulder. âDefinitely that.â
Grady kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouthâwarm and smiling, finally himself again, but softer somehow.
I want to force my bare cock into a girl who isn't on birth control and desperately doesn't want to get pregnant - and tell her that I'll stop if she can come on my cock. It would be such a fucking turn-on to feel her frantically pushing her hips against me while sobbing.
If she doesn't come for me, I'll fill her with my cum and tell her that one of us was going to get off, and really it's her fault if she gets knocked up.
And if she does, I'll laugh at her for coming so hard on her rapist's cock, then tell her that her pussy is milking the cum out of me as I unleash everything I have into her womb.
Imagine heâs got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and itâs so good youâre seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. Itâs making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but heâs so much bigger and so much stronger thereâs no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And heâs so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. Heâs pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. âSuch a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, thatâs it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, thereâs you go.â And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure heâs forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. âCome on baby,â his voice is so mean as his fingers donât stop working your clit, âOne isnât enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, thatâs it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. Weâre not stopping until Iâm satisfied.â Youâre sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that heâs ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But itâs not enough for him, it wonât ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because heâs exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times heâs forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe heâll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.
Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.
Youâd been living together for months without issueâmostly chill, occasionally flirty, never serious. He was big, warm, annoyingly hot in that messy-hair, heavy-lidded, always-shirtless kind of way. You teased him for how much meat he ate, the way he slept with the window open even in the dead of winter, how he always seemed restless.
You never asked about the wolf thing. It felt⊠impolite.
But this week? He was different. Quieter. Snappier. Like he was holding something back. His muscles were more tense, his jaw tight. He wouldnât stay in the same room with you for long. Every time you moved past him, you could feel his eyes on youâand not in the usual âroommate checking out your assâ kind of way. It was deeper. Hungrier.
Then, on Tuesday night, he finally said it.
You were sitting at the counter, scrolling your phone, halfway through a tub of ice cream, when he walked in shirtless and flushed, sweat gleaming across his chest. His hair was damp, like heâd just showered, but his skin still shimmered with heat. He opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, and then just stood thereâshoulders rising and falling too fast.
ââŠIâm going into rut,â he muttered, like it hurt to say the words. âThis week. Maybe tonight.â
You blinked, barely looking up. âOkay?â
He tensed. You could feel it even from across the room.
âI just thought you should know.â
You snorted. âYou say that like Iâm supposed to lock my door or something.â
A long silence.
He closed the fridge, didnât move. âMight be smart.â
That made you look at him. Really look. His eyes were dark, hooded, and very, very pointedly not on your face. There was something barely contained in his postureâlike if he moved the wrong way, heâd snap.
You raised an eyebrow. âSeriously?â
âIâll stay in my room.â His voice was rough. âJust donât⊠donât walk around in those little shorts. Or your towel. Or anything that smells like you.â
ââŠSo I should just stop existing?â
His jaw clenched. He looked like he wanted to say something elseâmaybe beg. Maybe warn you harder. But instead he just growled under his breath and stalked off, leaving a trail of heat and tension in his wake.
You shouldâve taken the hint.
That night, you couldnât sleep. The air in the apartment felt thick, humid, like the walls were sweating. You kicked off your blanket and rolled over, but then you heard it.
A creak. A low groan. The rhythmic thud of a mattress rocking too hard. A muffled curse.
You slipped out of bed, heart thudding, and cracked your door open. The hallway was dark, lit only by the faint glow under his doorâand the sounds. Wet, fast, desperate. His breath coming in ragged gasps. The broken snarl of his voice.
âFuck⊠fuck, just need something tightâŠâ
You froze, breath caught in your throat.
He let out a whine, low and rough, followed by the unmistakable slap slap slap of skin against something soft. You didnât need to guess what. The whole apartment reeked of sweat, heat, sex. And underneath it all, faint but familiar, you could smell yourselfâyour shampoo, your laundry, your skin.
You knew you should walk away. Go back to bed. But you didnât.
The next night, it was worse. Louder. Wetter. Like he wasnât even trying to hold back anymore. You pressed your pillow over your head, but it didnât help. You could hear everything. Every needy growl, every slap of flesh, every low, hungry moan. You were flushed and squirming under the sheets before you even realized your hand had slid between your legs.
You told yourself it didnât mean anything. That it was just curiosity. Shared space, thin walls. Nothing more.
But when he cornered you in the hallway the next nightâbare-chested, sweat dripping from his neck, pupils blown wideâyou knew something had shifted.
His breathing was shallow. His body radiated heat. And his voice, when he spoke, was barely human.
âI canâtâcanât do this anymore,â he rasped, stepping closer. âYou smell too good. I need you. Please.â
Your mouth went dry. Your heart kicked hard in your chest. He was huge, trembling with restraint, and every cell in your body lit up with want.
You couldâve said no.
But you didnât.
You grabbed his shirt, yanked him closer, and whispered, âThen take me.â
He didnât kiss you at first.
He slammed you against the wall.
His hands gripped your hips like he didnât trust himselfâlike if he touched you any rougher, heâd break you. His forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged and burning as it ghosted across your lips.
âIâve been fighting it,â he choked. âThree fucking days. Every time you walk past me, every time you laugh, every time you wear that goddamn skirtââ
You tugged his head down, dragging your mouth to his. âThen stop fighting.â
That was all it took.
He crashed into you, mouth hot and greedy, devouring you like he was starving. His tongue pushed past your lips with a low growl, and you moaned into him, fingers fisting in his hair. He kissed like he fuckedârough, consuming, no room to breathe. His hands slid down to your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing.
âWrap your legs around me,â he ordered, voice low and dark.
You obeyed.
He carried you to his room in a blurâslammed the door, shoved aside everything in his path, and threw you down on his bed like a prize. The sheets were soaked with his scent, still warm from earlier. The air was thick, humid, dizzying.
You barely had time to think before he was on top of you againâhands tearing at your clothes, mouth everywhere at once. He pressed his nose to your throat and groaned, breathing you in like oxygen.
âSmell even better up close,â he rasped. âSo fucking sweet⊠drives me insane.â
His teeth grazed your neck, not quite bitingâbut close. Teasing. A warning.
Your shirt was gone, then your underwear, ripped down your legs with a snarl. He was frantic, panting, barely holding himself back. His eyes burned gold in the low light, his pupils wide and wild.
âYou sure?â he growled, even as his hands slid between your thighs.
You nodded, breathless. âYesâfuck, yes.â
He didnât waste another second.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue through your folds, groaning at the taste like it was the first real relief heâd had in days. You cried out, hips jerking, and he pinned you down harder, his grip bruising. His mouth was everywhereâtongue plunging deep, nose grinding against your clit, licking and sucking like a man possessed.
Your thighs shook around his head. âShitâwait, IâIâm gonnaââ
He didnât stop. If anything, he went harder.
You came hard and fast, gasping his name, hips bucking against his mouth as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. He groaned into your cunt, licking you through it, drinking down everything you gave him.
When he pulled back, his mouth was wet, chin slick, eyes glassy with lust. He looked feral.
âFuck, I need to be inside you,â he growled. âNeed to feel you. Gonna fill you up, knot you so deepââ
He stripped what was left of his clothes in seconds, and your breath caught at the sight of him. He was hugeâthick, flushed, already leakingâand at the base of his cock, you could see the swell of his knot, already beginning to form.
âJesus,â you breathed. âThatâs not gonna fit.â
âIt will,â he said darkly, crawling over you. âIt has to.â
He lined himself up, ran the head of his cock through your soaked folds, and moaned low in his throat. âSo wet already⊠your body knows. It wants this.â
You didnât deny it. You couldnât.
âHurry.â
He pushed in slowâjust the tipâand your breath caught at the stretch. He was thick, and every inch felt like too much and not enough all at once. You dug your nails into his arms, moaning as he inched deeper, watching your face the whole time.
âThatâs it,â he breathed. âTake me. Let me fuck you through it.â
You whimpered as he bottomed out, his hips finally flush with yours, the base of his knot grinding against your entrance. The feeling of him inside youâhot, heavy, overwhelmingâmade your whole body tremble.
And then he moved.
Slow at first. Deep. Grinding his hips into yours with slow, brutal thrusts that made your breath hitch every time he hit that sweet, aching spot inside you.
âSo tight,â he growled, voice slurred with heat. âSo warm around meâfuck, youâre perfect.â
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, moaning into his neck. âDonât stop.â
He didnât.
He picked up the pace, hips snapping faster, the slap of skin on skin getting louder, filthier. The wet sounds of your bodies colliding filled the room, slick and obscene, and you couldnât stop moaning. Couldnât think.
Your legs shook. Your body burned. You were stretched and stuffed and ruined and it still wasnât enough.
You needed more.
He was pounding into you nowâfast, hard, deepâhis growls vibrating against your throat as your hips rocked up to meet every thrust.
âFuck, fuckâyou feel so good,â he groaned, voice wrecked. âSo wet⊠youâre sucking me in.â
Your legs were wrapped tight around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline. You could feel every inch of himâhis thick cock sliding deep inside you, the swollen base of his knot grinding harder and harder against your entrance with every stroke.
You cried out, nails raking down his back. âYouâreâah!âgonna knot meâ!â
âYeah,â he snarled. âYou ready for it, sweetheart? Gonna let me lock you up? Fill you till youâre dripping?â
You couldnât even speak. Just nodded frantically, choking on your moans, your body trembling from the stretch and the heat and the pressure building, buildingâ
Then his hips slammed forwardâbrutal and deepâand the thick ridge of his knot pressed hard against your cunt, stretching you impossibly wide.
You moaned.
It burned, that raw, overwhelming pressure of him trying to push deeper, your pussy clenching tight around his cock as your body fought itâand then gave in.
With a slick, wet pop, his knot slid inside.
âShitâ!â he growled, voice cracking as his hips stuttered. âThatâs it, thatâsâfuckâ!â
Your body arched. You were fullâso full you couldnât think, couldnât breathe. The knot locked you together, pulsing deep inside, sealing him in as your cunt fluttered helplessly around him. You came again, hard, clenching tight around the thickness as you cried out, legs trembling.
He held still, buried to the hilt, his arms locked around you like a cage. You could feel his cock throbbing, feel the rush of heat as he spilled insideâhot and thick and so much, your belly aching from it.
âMine,â he growled, panting against your neck. âAll fucking mine now.â
You whimpered, voice gone, throat raw from moaning. Every little twitch of your hips made the knot drag against your walls, sent a fresh wave of overstimulation crashing through your core.
His hand slid between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit in lazy, tight circles.
âStill shaking?â he murmured. âStill hungry for more?â
You gasped, squirming. âIâI canâtââ
âYes you can.â He kissed the corner of your mouth, slow and sticky-sweet. âYouâre taking it so well. You were made to be knotted, werenât you? Fucking bred for it.â
Your cunt clenched around him hard, and he grinned, feral.
âYeah,â he breathed. âThere it is.â
You buried your face in his neck, body twitching as another orgasm rolled over youâsmaller this time, but no less intense. Just the stretch, the fullness, the locked sensation of being tied to him had your nerves singing, pleasure raw and messy in your belly.
You could feel his cum leaking out, hot and thick, dripping down your ass even with the knot sealing most of it inside.
âFuckâŠâ you slurred. âI feel like Iâm gonna burst.â
He chuckled darkly, brushing sweat-matted hair from your face. âYouâre doing perfect. Youâre not going anywhere now.â
You whimpered, hips twitching helplessly.
He rocked into you againâslow this time, shallow little pulses of his hips that made you whine, your body too sensitive to handle it.
And he was still hard.
Still inside.
Still not done.
âIâll give you a break,â he whispered, voice low and rough. âBut just know⊠weâre not finished. My rutâs just getting started.â
You shivered beneath him, overwhelmed, overstretched, and somehow still wanting.
