Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf, fantasy
Rating: 18+/nsfw
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: For years, you’d had to watch every omega you knew present and subsequently pair with their destined mates. Lonely without your own, you yearningly wish that your purebred omegean genes weren’t the source of your late bloom. Then, during one particular eclipse, you dream. It is one unlike anything you’ve ever had before and at its root is him, who is sin incarnate. After begging for him to find you, will he claim you as his own?
Warnings: mentions of breeding, dom!jungkook, alpha!jungkook, sub!reader, omega!reader, cursing, praising, possessive!jungkook, big!cock jungkook, teasing, fingering, unprotected sex, biting, marking, manhandling (kook fucks you against something),
A/N: Jungkook really has been destroying me with these performances the last two days. Thus, this came into being. This is kind of like a test run, I guess you could say, on a werewolf!jungkook series that I would consider writing should this be received well. If not, then I can always just work on something else, lol. Anyway, I hope you guys like it !
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The night’s breaths blew provocatively over your heated, sweat sluiced skin and as the moon took its seat high in the night sky, the stars watched voyeuristically how your chest rose and fell with labor while you threw your head from one side to the other in tandem with your breathy cries. Your thighs trembled with the intensity that not even an earthquake could hope to reproduce, one hand clenching and contracting around your ruined bedsheets that you gripped harder than iron while, with your other, your fingers mindlessly and uncontrollably dove between your slicked folds as your body tried to find the relief it would never receive without the alpha that had yet to claim you as a dream of sin captured and overtook your slumbering figure.
“That’s it, pretty. Gods, just like that. Yeah, fuck.” The dark and alluringly masculine voice rumbles over you, pebbling your skin in its heatedness as he blows a hot puff of air along the untouched, unbitten column of your neck before his wet tongue is replacing it in a long and languid stripe that ends along the sensitive spot at the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
You moan when he sucks the skin between his protracted canines that dare to drag themselves along the fragile skin that longs to be etched with his mark, your back arching against the strong tree that he ruts fervidly into you against when he decides to nip at the delicate skin there not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to let you know that he could if he wanted to. Heat flares within you and you tighten your fingers in the dark mane of hair that falls, to your dismay, over eyes that you cannot see as you long for something you cannot begin to understand in your body’s burgeoning maturity while you beg, “Please…”
There’s a dark chuckle against your neck as he gives an open-mouthed kiss along your jugular that has your head falling back while he utters, “What do you want, pretty? Do you want your alpha’s knot? Do you want me to fuck you until you can’t even keep your eyes open and on me anymore?”
You mewl, “Y-yes…want you so bad,” you breathe while you slide your hands along a chiseled chest that is hot to the touch and muscles cord everywhere that your fingers linger as he pummels you against the rough bark of the tree. Responsively, your head falls back when he suckles the skin of your neck between his teeth in a dangerous show of possession at the mark that blooms there when he pulls away to look at you, his tresses that match the forest soils hiding the upper half of his face.
You nearly whimper in the burning longing to know what the face that has haunted you since the last eclipse of the moon looks like in its entirety, your hand moving from its place along his shoulder slowly as you quietly admit, “I want you to find me. I want to you-ah,” you stutter, for he is entirely unmerciful in the way that a finger presses itself to the bundle of nerves outside of your sex, your eyes screwing shut as you forget what you’d been trying to do before,” I want you to claim me as yours.”
The creature of sin that manifests itself as a man before you thrusts his cock into once more for good measure as the finger on the engorged bud of your clit quickens in its movement against you as he hums, “Mmm, I can tell. This cunt just keeps pulling me back in. Feels good, pretty. Still,” the hand around your waist that holds you to him squeezes you firmly and tellingly as he declares, “I hardly think you’ll be able to even bear my smell if I do, baby. I might spur your pre-heat fever just with my scent alone in how desperate this little body of yours is to receive the alpha that really owns it, which is me.”
Your earlier endeavor to reveal more of his face is forgotten in the way that he drives himself into your sopping center, your impending end drawing near by the way that your walls begin to close around him as he toys with the bundle of nerves outside your cunt while you wrap your arms tighter around him before you whine, “Even so, I must have you, alpha. Please,” you lower your head to his own neck to inhale the heavenly aroma that is him, your blood running faster as his scent travels through your system before you give a tentative lick at his jugular that earns you a low growl as you continue, “I need my alpha to come find me and take care of me. I…I need my alpha to come and mate me.”
The alpha in front of you smirks, his perfect lips curling upward in the most sinful smile that you’re quite sure you will ever see as you longingly bring your fingers to brush at his jawline that must have been etched from a statue in how perfectly crafted it is as he propels himself into you once, twice, and three more times, his finger pushing down strongly over your clit while you cry out as he rumbles, “Your alpha is here and has been here since you were born, pretty. All you have to do to find me is to sing for me, baby. Use that nice voice of yours and howl for me so loudly that even the moon will be left trembling in your wake. Now,” he slams his hips inside you once more, his knot beginning to swell and throb within you as he orders, “Cum for me, pretty. Cum for your alpha.”
You obey. When your walls close around him in a vice-like grip that signals your climax and the world around you grows dark once more as you’re pulled away from your dream, you still heed him, the shrill cries of your pleasure permeating and seeping through the illusion only to take audible form in the once silent night, the once prodding winds quickly carrying the essence of you far and wide across the compound.
Your voice does not awaken any of the sleeping wolves in its trajectory to seek its instigator, but miles away, there is one that rises from his bed, a leaking cock standing to attention as he puts a hand to the cool glass of the opened window to shakily husk, “There you are, pretty. I’ll come find you soon. Wait for me until then.”
You make music for him for only a few minutes more, your mind and body still succumbing to the throes of slumber and when you stop, the alpha grips himself in his hand and finishes once more to thoughts of the omega from his dream. When you wake in the morning with a scratchy, raspy throat, you’ve no idea why. The tendrils of drowsiness drag you back under, your mind unknowing of the changes to your body that had happened overnight and when the moon has dipped below the horizon to permit the sun’s passage into the sky, that’s when you rise from your slumber once again.
When you innocently tug the cotton bedsheets away from you, that’s when you shriek in stunted startlement, your hand coming to clutch at your chest as your grandmother comes into your chambers with an unamused look on her face that quickly shifts to one of joy when she realizes what’s happened as she ambles over to you and plants an aged hand over each of your cheeks to as she repeats the same mantra over and over again with pride.
“Y/N, my darling grandchild, you’ve finally presented as an omega. Your body, in turn with your wolf, has shown us that you’re ready to take your mate. Congratulations, granddaughter.”
As you stare back at the wetted slick that saturates the remnants of what used to be your nightgown, you can’t help but notice how very sticky it is, for you have never produced your own taint before. You don’t bother trying to straighten your nightgown that is now decorated with claw marks that had been torn viciously into it and when you peer curiously at the darkened spot where your womanhood had lain, you can’t help but wonder why the butterflies in your stomach still will not fade.
When you inhale through your nose, you also can’t ignore the trace of something that smells absolutely heavenly miles away from you and off of a certain alpha that knowingly leaves all orifices to his dwelling open as the scent of sweat and sex brought forth by his own hand temptingly wrap around you, refusing to let you go as your folds respond in kind by leaking more of your slick between your sullied thighs.
You whine longingly as a low, wantful howl fills the goldening skies of the early morning, your wolf pawing for its other half as the boy you’d fantasized about flashes through your mind.
valko having a "lone wolf" as his soulmate. someone who naturally avoids people and shys away from him too because why would a hunking billionaire wolf chairman want YOU? comes to your place of employment AND your house AND your favourite coffee shop and WILL not stop trying to fluster and flirt with you. talks about your interests with you to get you to open up to him (where'd he get that info from?) hes not stopping until your soft and pliant in his bed, accepting the bond and his knot
I might be a bit parasocial for crying over a video game and an unreleased fictional character but at least I wasn't parasocial enough to hate on an unreleased fictional character so much to be inclined to send threats to the games company
No because what the actual fuck was that decision?
You mean to tell me months—if not YEARS—of development.
…and your solution was to throw the ENTIRE SIXTH LOVE INTEREST into the trash?
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
I'm not saying people shouldn't have been angry about the 731 reference. They absolutely had every right to be. Unit 731 is one of the darkest chapters in history and if that reference was made carelessly, then yes, people deserved an apology and an explanation.
But explain to me how Valko became the sacrificial lamb here.
Who exactly does this help?
The people who were hurt by the reference? They still deserve accountability.
The people who were excited for Valko? Congratulations, you just told them to go fuck themselves.
The developers who spent who knows how long creating an entirely new LI? Their work gets deleted overnight.
So what was the goal here?
Because this doesn't feel like taking responsibility. It feels like corporate damage control.
Fix the story.
Rewrite the chapter.
Delete the offending reference.
Delay the release.
Fire whoever thought using 731 and 611 was acceptable if you have to.
But deleting an ENTIRE CHARACTER because of a mistake in ONE PART OF THE GAME is such an absurd overreaction that I genuinely can't wrap my head around it.
I'm just so unbelievably disappointed. because Infold's response was somehow even worse than the original mistake.
We lost a character.
The developers lost their work.
The fandom lost something people had been excited about.
What an absolute fucking waste.
Powerful surges of pleasure crash into her one after the other, each impellent course of his cock into her dripping heat driving her closer to the edge before his name even makes it past the bridge of her lips through broken wisps of breath.
“I know your body more than you do, little mate of mine,” he grunts through another slam of his member that has his head devastatingly plunge against the innermost channel of her cervix, fingers brutally working her clit in the circles with the confidence of a captain steering a ship to its destination. “Sing for me, my beautiful wildflower. Let the gods that made you for me hear much you love it when I corrupt and defile you.”
And she does. Her body and his make the most sinful of tunes with each lascivious smack of his balls against her ass, each one harsher and quicker than the last as he moves with an inhuman speed while his fingers draw the letters of his name into her clit with ruinous, perfect pressure that has her end on the horizon in only seconds with how empty she’d been for so long without him.
She doesn’t realize why there’s a growing ache in her throat that begins to grow just as the coil deep in her belly goes tauter and tauter, and it’s only with an overwhelmingly mighty ram of his hips into her that she realizes she’s been wailing and crying out in ecstasy before a muscled, corded arm circles around her throat, yanking her up so her spine is pressed against his front. Relentless, his fingers give a fatal swirl around and down onto the bundle of nerves at the apex between her thighs with one command that is ordained by her mate through the telltale, gradual swell of his pulsing cock, his own end held at bay until hers is delivered.
“Be a good girl and come for your alpha. Make a mess all over me while I give you the seed I made just for you–only for you, my beautiful mate.”
With the way he has her in a chokehold, so effortlessly manhandling her however he pleases, she can't help but squeal, her pussy clenching at the thought of how big and strong her alpha, her mate is.
She always did enjoy watching him workout.
The sight of his flexed biceps when he'd move furniture around their den till she was satisfied with their placement, those rough, veiny yet delicate fucking hands of his- fuck.. The mere thought of it makes her whimper as she goes limp in his hold.
"Be a good girl and come for your alpha." He growls the words into her ear, the sound only making her moan louder, his fingers not stopping their delicious assault on the bundle of nerves between her legs as she feels him swell up inside her, clearly just as close as she is.
The coil in her belly winds itself tighter, firmer, her walls spasming around his cock in a telltale manner. Her heart races and her chest heaves as sweat drips down the sides of her temple and onto the floor beneath her, her knees rubbed raw by the dirt underneath them, the delicious burn only adding to the pleasure he drowns her in.
"Make a mess all over me while I give you the seed I made just for you–only for you, my beautiful mate.”
That's all it takes for her to reach her breaking point, the rasp in his deep, baritone voice drowned out by her high pitched, ecstatic one, the sound of it bouncing off the walls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head when she feels him pull her closer to him with the arm he has around her neck, his name the only prayer that leaves her over and over again as she reaches her climax.
Her silken heat spasms and contracts around his cock as a blinding pleasure makes her vision go white, the base of his member swelling and growing inside her while he growls satisfactorily and follows after her into his own end.
“That’s it, pretty girl, that’s it,” he fucks her through her release, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her while his thickening base stretches her channel as the warmth of his seed fills her womb. His arm tightens around her throat, her fingers mindlessly wrapping around the nape of his neck through the intensity of his movements while his knot continues to expand inside her. “Fuck, yeah, take it, pretty girl, take it all.”
With her throat now hoarse and raw from screaming, she lets her body answer for her.
Rope after rope of his cum paints her insides and she greedily accepts it where she clamps around his cock through the slow of his hips, his movements soon completely halted when his base has inflated to the point that she’s sure she might burst and, locked in place, he can no longer rut into her.
His fingers grip her chin, turning her face toward him so he can capture her lips in a passionate, all-consuming kiss that has her melting against him in the way that his tongue traces the contour of her mouth, cleaning the lipstick of his blood that he’d put there before slipping between them to tangle with her own in a mess of tongues and spit. When he relinquishes her mouth so she can breathe, he sits back on his haunches, bringing her with him so that her quivering thighs do not have to bear her weight.
She trembles every so softly against him, her breaths shaky like the rest of her while she lets him gently kiss down her throat in a complete opposite to his ministrations earlier.
“You did so well for me, my love,” he praises between them, “you look so fucking good,” his mouth descends from her chin to find the underside of her jaw,” stuffed full of my knot and seed, you know that?” He travels down the side of her throat, mouth hovering along her gland before lowering them to it. “I shall never tire of seeing your pretty belly bulge with my cock,” he admits, his fingers detaching from her sex to caress the very obvious indentation of him pressing against her abdomen before his next kiss along her mating mark, hot tongue laving at it to clean her of the dried blood there, “look at us and see how we were made for each other.” He turns her chin down with the hold he still has of her chin, lips lingering along her shoulder as they both stare at the place where he disappears into her depths.
Her breath catches at the sight, and when he drags his fingers up her belly–the ones that gleam with the taint of her juices–and laps at the clear coating of her arousal all over them before inserting each one into his mouth and sucking, she whimpers, unable to do anything but sit and watch while still impaled on his cock.
Her fingers tighten in his hair, and he arches a brow while he cleans his index finger, the pink of his tongue flicking at it before he pulls it away to inquire, “What’s wrong, pretty girl? Do you want a taste of yourself? Come and get it, then."
“Gods, how I love hearing you beg like that for me,” he croons, the wet warmth of his tongue tracing the shell of her ear before he shoves his length deep into her fleshly chamber, “it makes me so hard when you submit to me–when you present for me like this,” he takes her earlobe between his teeth, tongue flicking at her skin trapped between them before his mouth descends down the side of her neck, hips moving languidly and purposefully so that each time he thrusts, his cock kisses the cluster of nerves nestled well inside her perfect cunt. She moans each time, fingers clawing at the dirt beneath her while she chants his name in a quiet song of breaths that only make his balls grow larger, his cock salaciously brushing every part of her walls with each deliberate and practiced movement of his hips. “Fuck, look at you…” he coos when her back makes that pretty arc downward, the salacious stretch a heaven and a hell all at once in his unhurried pace. “You’re so beautiful taking my knot inside you like this.” His teeth bear down on her mating mark–on the two permanent punctures he’d left on her the first time they’d coupled–and the pleasure that shoots down her spine when he pairs the lovebite with a punctuated thrust has her shaking arms give out beneath her, a muscled arm of his wrapping around her belly to steady her while he penetrates her deeper with his canines and cock. When he sucks her blood–laps at it from where it had burst from the reopened wounds, her eyes roll back, the long, sturdy fingers of his hand that he’d had resting over her belly treading down to–“Y-yes, h-hah…there, alpha, there,” she stutters the words out, cunt clasping him like a vice when he finally, finally touches her where she needs it most, his long fingers expertly pressing down on the engorged patch of pink cresting her pussy before he delivers another strong thrust to seat himself inside her. "Fuck, you feel so good... so tight and wet for me." As if drunk on her–on this–his eyes start to glaze over while the iron tang of her blood settles over his tongue while her juices coat every bit of his knot and, wanting to see the living art beneath him, he lifts his front off her so he can admire her more. She whines when he pulls his canines out, placating her with sudden drive of his hips forward, faster this time, while he commits to memory the way her back bends and the way her stomach bulges under his forearm with his member. His other fingers trace down the dip between her shoulderblades, her soft flesh smooth as silk under his touch from the oils she must’ve used to ready herself for him. “I’m going to give it to you just how you want it, my little wildflower,” he circles his fingers over and around her clit, withdrawing his cock until his tip just barely at the edge of her entrance, “because I’m going to fuck your brains out until the only thing this perfect, pretty pussy can do is give me some pups.”And with that, he gives a sharp snap of his hips, thrusting into her like a wild, rabid animal while her answering screams make even the birds fly in abashment
Her body quivers beneath his, his words doing nothing to help, only pushing her further down the pool of ecstacy, her pussy clenching down on him with all the strength she has, as if scared of letting go.
"Ngh-" she stutters when his fingers graze her clit, her eyes rolling back, lashes fluttering shut as she throws her head back, a loud moan leaving her.
His hips snap into hers with more strength than before and it drains the little energy she has, unable to hold herself up anymore.
"I-" the knot in her belly coils tighter, and her skin flushing as her walls clench around him tighter than ever. "I-i'm close.." she whimpers, her nails scratching the dirt underneath as she tries to get a grip over herself.
Her throat goes dry from how loud she's being, voice cracking as she begs for release, for relief- "alpha, please.." her pleas only make him move faster, his hips unrelenting as he grazes that sweet spot in her over and over again, sweat dripping down his neck and face from the effort of it all as he grunts, the rasp in his voice only making her need for him grow. "Fuck.."
Powerful surges of pleasure crash into her one after the other, each impellent course of his cock into her dripping heat driving her closer to the edge before his name even makes it past the bridge of her lips through broken wisps of breath.
“I know your body more than you do, little mate of mine,” he grunts through another slam of his member that has his head devastatingly plunge against the innermost channel of her cervix, fingers brutally working her clit in the circles with the confidence of a captain steering a ship to its destination. “Sing for me, my beautiful wildflower. Let the gods that made you for me hear much you love it when I corrupt and defile you.”
And she does. Her body and his make the most sinful of tunes with each lascivious smack of his balls against her ass, each one harsher and quicker than the last as he moves with an inhuman speed while his fingers draw the letters of his name into her clit with ruinous, perfect pressure that has her end on the horizon in only seconds with how empty she’d been for so long without him.
She doesn’t realize why there’s a growing ache in her throat that begins to grow just as the coil deep in her belly goes tauter and tauter, and it’s only with an overwhelmingly mighty ram of his hips into her that she realizes she’s been wailing and crying out in ecstasy before a muscled, corded arm circles around her throat, yanking her up so her spine is pressed against his front. Relentless, his fingers give a fatal swirl around and down onto the bundle of nerves at the apex between her thighs with one command that is ordained by her mate through the telltale, gradual swell of his pulsing cock, his own end held at bay until hers is delivered.
“Be a good girl and come for your alpha. Make a mess all over me while I give you the seed I made just for you–only for you, my beautiful mate.”
So… incoming Valko mains, are y’all going to call yourselves the knot takers? Or do y’all like the sound of the wolf pack for your LARP names for him? 😂
"You know,” the words are muffled through the mouthful of fabric he takes into his mouth from the back of her bodice, and with one harsh pull downward, the thin material splits down her back, “I really wanted to take it nice and slow and make sweet, long love to you.” The fibers rip when he yanks from side to side with a force that has her front being tugged until there are only tatters left behind and what used to be her bodice lays in shreds beneath her, her skin pebbling under the cool air that brushes against her bare skin while her skirts–what remain of them–pathetically cling to her lower half where he’s now pushing his cock against her. She makes no move to cover herself, spreading her thighs a little wider for him. It is a silent invitation–one he has become well acquainted with.
Such a needy thing you are, dressing like my personal little whore and acting like a brat just to get me hard and aching for you. I must say,” he hikes her skirts up with one hand, his cock disappearing from the cleft of her ass before the bulbous head of his cock is lined up before her sopping hole, “your performance earned you some hard,”the first inch of his member is pushed past the tight ring of her entrance, her silken chamber sucking him in as he hisses, “long,” the next inch of him is pressed inside her, “rough fucking.” More and more of him fills her, her walls taking him eagerly as he goes, his voice becoming breathier the more his length is swallowed by her cunt, “Gods, you take me so well. All that teasing just so you could get a fucking knot. Just so you could get bred.” The last of him slides in, his swelled balls flush against her ass before his hips draw back slowly–torturously– his voice dipping an octave while his eyes narrow, “I hope you’re prepared to take it all, because tonight, I’m going to paint your fucking insides white. I’m going to rail you until you cannot even hold yourself up anymore…and I’m going to make you scream until everything with fucking ears can hear you.”
She can't help but smile at his words, her hands trembling beneath her from the effort it takes to prevent crumbling to the ground, the strength her legs had disappearing the minute she feels the tip of him enter her, and something similar to a gasp and a sigh leaves her lips, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as if that would muffle her voice, still a little shy despite her rather shameless gestures earlier.
"T-that's.." she gasps, her hands balling up into fists as she struggles to hold herself up when she feels him draw his hips back slowly, clearly dragging it out to punish, to tease, to torture the living brat in her. She wiggles her hips, and it earns her a hiss from him, the sound sending a shiver down her spine, all the way down to where he joins her.
"T-that was the plan-" she can't help how she stutters and gasps for air as he grinds into her from behind, the bundle of nerves sitting right above where his cock is- utterly ignored and thoroughly understimulated. As if on purpose, he undulates his hips into hers once more, and her walls clench down on him in need, as if begging for more.
Gods, she could cry.
The whine that leaves her is loud, unpolished, needy- "alpha-!" Tears well up in her eyes, the frustration coiling tight in her belly, yet, not tight enough. "M-move!" She begs, a pitiful whimper leaving her when she hears him laugh, the sound reverberating through his chest to her back, and it only frustrates her more.
"P-please-!" She doesn't bother trying to hide her need anymore. "Please, alpha..." he ruts into her again, leaning down so his lips hover over her ear. "Please, what, omega?"
She can only cry out loud, her body growing weaker under him, the strength replaced by a primal hunger no one but her mate. "Please! T-take me, alpha-" she gasps when he moves again, the tip of him brushing her g spot for just a second before he withdraws back. "Take what's yours, alpha.. please.." her back arches involuntarily. "Fuck me..-"
“Gods, how I love hearing you beg like that for me,” he croons, the wet warmth of his tongue tracing the shell of her ear before he shoves his length deep into her fleshly chamber, “it makes me so hard when you submit to me–when you present for me like this,” he takes her earlobe between his teeth, tongue flicking at her skin trapped between them before his mouth descends down the side of her neck, hips moving languidly and purposefully so that each time he thrusts, his cock kisses the cluster of nerves nestled well inside her perfect cunt.
She moans each time, fingers clawing at the dirt beneath her while she chants his name in a quiet song of breaths that only make his balls grow larger, his cock salaciously brushing every part of her walls with each deliberate and practiced movement of his hips.
“Fuck, look at you…” he coos when her back makes that pretty arc downward, the salacious stretch a heaven and a hell all at once in his unhurried pace. “You’re so beautiful taking my knot inside you like this.” His teeth bear down on her mating mark–on the two permanent punctures he’d left on her the first time they’d coupled–and the pleasure that shoots down her spine when he pairs the lovebite with a punctuated thrust has her shaking arms give out beneath her, a muscled arm of his wrapping around her belly to steady her while he penetrates her deeper with his canines and cock.
When he sucks her blood–laps at it from where it had burst from the reopened wounds, her eyes roll back, the long, sturdy fingers of his hand that he’d had resting over her belly treading down to–
“Y-yes, h-hah…there, alpha, there,” she stutters the words out, cunt clasping him like a vice when he finally, finally touches her where she needs it most, his long fingers expertly pressing down on the engorged patch of pink cresting her pussy before he delivers another strong thrust to seat himself inside her.
"Fuck, you feel so good... so tight and wet for me." As if drunk on her–on this–his eyes start to glaze over while the iron tang of her blood settles over his tongue while her juices coat every bit of his knot and, wanting to see the living art beneath him, he lifts his front off her so he can admire her more.
She whines when he pulls his canines out, placating her with sudden drive of his hips forward, faster this time, while he commits to memory the way her back bends and the way her stomach bulges under his forearm with his member. His other fingers trace down the dip between her shoulderblades, her soft flesh smooth as silk under his touch from the oils she must’ve used to ready herself for him.
“I’m going to give it to you just how you want it, my little wildflower,” he circles his fingers over and around her clit, withdrawing his cock until his tip just barely at the edge of her entrance, “because I’m going to fuck your brains out until the only thing this perfect, pretty pussy can do is give me some pups.”
And with that, he gives a sharp snap of his hips, thrusting into her like a wild, rabid animal while her answering screams make even the birds fly in abashment.
