Your feet barely touched the ground before he had you inside his tent. One second you were speaking to him, the next his huge hand wrapped around your wrist, dragging you into the dim, musky space. The air smelled of leather, smoke, and male need—thick enough that your breath hitched.
He slammed the flap shut and turned, chest heaving, tusks bared in something that was not a smile. His eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide, his body trembling with the kind of hunger you could feel in your bones.
“Need you,” he growled, voice rough like gravel grinding against stone. “Now.”
You had no time to answer. His massive hand fisted in your clothes and tore, fabric shredding like parchment. You gasped as cool air licked over your bare skin, nipples hardening instantly under his hungry gaze.
Then he was on you—pressing you down onto the furs, his weight a crushing, intoxicating force. His mouth found your neck, tusks scraping, teeth biting hard enough to bruise. You moaned as his tongue followed, hot and wet, marking you as his.
“Mine,” he snarled into your throat, hips grinding against yours. You felt him—gods, you felt him—thick and hard, already leaking, straining against the rough hide pants that barely held him. The sheer size of him made your stomach twist with both fear and aching want.
He didn’t bother undressing you gently. Your legs were spread wide by his hands, pinned apart as he ripped at his laces, freeing himself with a guttural sound that made your pulse stutter.
You glanced down and gasped. He was massive, thick veins bulging along his shaft, slick with precum that dripped down to his heavy balls. Your mouth went dry.
“Too big—” you started, but he cut you off with a sharp kiss, teeth clashing against yours, his tongue invading your mouth until you were gasping against him.
“You take me,” he grunted, voice low and shaking. “You take all. Need to breed you, fill you, make you swollen with me.”
The words sent a jolt straight through you, heat pooling between your thighs. Your protest melted into a whimper as he pressed the broad head of his cock against your entrance, already slick from your arousal. He pushed—hard. The stretch was brutal, burning, tearing you open wider than you thought possible.
You clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into thick muscle. “Fuck—it’s—”
“Relax,” he growled, forcing himself deeper, inch by merciless inch. “You can take it. You will.”
The blunt crown popped inside with a shock of pain and pleasure that made your back arch. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He shoved forward until you were crying out, your walls fluttering helplessly around the sheer girth filling you. By the time his hips met yours, you were split wide, stuffed so full you swore you could feel him pressing against your stomach.
“Perfect,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple. “Tight, hot… gods, you’re made for me.”
The first thrust drove the air from your lungs, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, obscene slap. You screamed, nails dragging red lines down his back. He grunted in answer, rutting into you with animal desperation, each thrust deeper, harder, faster than the last. The furs beneath you grew damp with your slick as he used you, your body trembling from the force.
You could barely think, barely breathe. The stretch was overwhelming, the friction devastating, your clit grinding against the base of his cock with every savage thrust. Pleasure bloomed sharp and unbearable, your moans spilling loud and broken into the air.
“Gonna fill you,” he panted, voice hoarse with need. “Stuff you so full, you’ll leak for days. Breed you till your belly round with my seed.”
The filth of it snapped something inside you. You came hard, body clenching down around him, milking him as stars burst behind your eyes. He roared, slamming deep, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulsed violently inside you.
Hot, thick cum flooded your womb in heavy spurts, spilling past the seal of your stretched pussy to drip down your ass. You sobbed at the heat, at the fullness, at the way he kept thrusting through it, chasing more.
He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Even as his seed leaked out, he growled and pulled back only to pound into you again, chasing another climax, another release. His rut had no end—only need.
By the time his weight finally collapsed against you, your body was trembling, thighs sticky and soaked, cunt aching and stretched raw from being filled over and over. His cock still twitched inside you, stubbornly hard, as if ready to start all over again the moment he caught his breath.
His teeth scraped your ear, voice rough but softer now. “Not done. Gonna breed you all night.”
Your only answer was a hoarse, broken moan.
