NSFW prompts: may I have a #7 with a side of 9 and 18?
Hollye, my dear! Sorry it took me so long! Hopefully, it’s good enough to make it up for my lateness ;)
I know I said “no MC”, but this prompt just called for a full moon night, so it’s a smutty sequel of Let the clouds go sailing by.
This is rated EE for Extremely Explicit because well, I lost control, alright?
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«What Ireally want is for you to pin me against a tree and fuck me senseless.»
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
As ifthe full moon fuelling his blood wasn’t enough, as if Emma’s scent calling tohim wasn’t driving him stir crazy already, those words manage to do even worse.
Shiftingwith a hard on is a horrible thing.
He’shonestly tempted to fight the shift, something he would never do knowing theconsequences. But Killian would do it to catch her and fuck her senseless asshe wishes.
Afterhis goddess takes off, he lets the wolf take over, gritting his teeth. Yep,shifting with a raging erection is bloody awful, it’s like the first times allover again.
Themoment the pain passes, though, the huge wolf stretches, curling his tail overhis back, almost forming a full circle.
A whiffof cinnamon catches his attention, nostrils flaring as he sniffs at the air. Inhis mind, a map forms, the scent zigzagging through the trees, tracing a trailto his treasure. There’d be a smirk on his lips if he still was in human form,but the glint in his bright blue eyes is still there, the thrill of the huntexciting him almost as much as the thought of burying himself inside of Emmadoes.
Aye,there is something sexual about it. Killian’s found out that the instincts heonce tried to forcefully ignore are now back full force. He can’t bring himselfto regret succumbing to them, not when he finally feels so free.
Hisstance is graceful, Emma would comment it’s unfair how graceful he is, both inhuman and wolf form. Whenever she does that, Killian replies telling hersomeone needs to compensate for her lack of coordination when not running inthe woods. She’s never amused.
What sheis now, however, is on the run, and that means the wolf comes out to play,every deepest desire and instinct set free. There still are boundaries torespect, of course, but they always make sure they’re safe.
Thankfully,they’ve only run into other wolves just a few times, only once or twice gettinginto a fight because of some primal urge that screamed at Killian to protectand hurt whoever wanted to even lay eyes on his mate.
Ah, yes,the mate thing. That’s quite interesting: Emma does indeed have the mark of histeeth on her skin. She’s magicked so only supernatural creatures can see it, sothey know Emma is his. For the humaneyes, instead, there’s his mother’s wedding ring adorning her finger. From hispart, Killian has the Cygnus constellation tattooed on his right wrist, drawninside the head of a wolf howling at a full moon. He hopes he’ll soon be ableto wear a wedding ring and make things official, but of bloody course wantingto marry a goddess is not easy.
The wolfshakes his head, focusing back on Emma’s scent. It’s richer, now, but notbecause he’s close. Killian stops, tilting his head. One more sniff and heknows: she’s bleeding. Not so much to alarm him, he can still feel theadrenaline mixed to her scent. Apparently, he’ll have to add another scar tothe map he’s already made of her body.
With hisheart at peace, Killian resumed his run, trying not to be tempted by themouth-watering scent of a rabbit. Sometimes, he would catch trace of a deer, butwith them being a symbol of Artemis, he has to play nice. If wolves could pout,Killian would decidedly do that many times. Such a pity.
Thinbranches would break under his paws if he wasn’t so fast, slightly stompingover the leaves-covered ground. At first, he was careless, making so much noisehe cringed internally, but now, now he’s become deadly. It thrills Emma: sheloves being the prey after years of being the huntress.
His eyescatch a movement at his side.
She’swearing black, tonight, a dress she hid by a cloak so he wouldn’t know what tosearch for, only her unique perfume. The only two things that remain the same arehow her hair are always down, bouncy mesmerizing curls that threaten to almostturn him into a bloody feline, and that she’s barefoot. This way, she’s alittle more quiet than she usually is, but not as much as she thinks she is.
Biting back a victorious howl, Killian closesthe gap between Emma and himself, clearly hearing her short breaths, puffs ofair forming white-grey clouds in front of her.
Onejump, and he is on her, fast and lethal yet gentle enough so he won’t hurt hertoo much.
Emmagrunts as they roll on the ground, her fingers tightening in Killian’s soft furto keep him close, her face buried in the thick hair of his neck.
Killianfinds himself half on top of her, trying as usual not to put too much weight onher. On the contrary, he quite loves when she’s on top of him.
His warmtongue sweeps over her cheek, and it’s not like he’s tasting her, but markingher instead. Killian has other ways to tasteher.
«Helloto you too, good boy,» she teases, bringing her hand up to scratch behind hisear. That traitor of a tail he has begins thumping loudly against the ground, sweepingthe dead leaves away. His tongue lolls out of is mouth, and he bears that wolfcliché only because of the way Emma’s smile widens at the sight.
Theystay like that long enough that he even becomes a bit sleepy, his head restingon Emma’s chest, the calm beating of her heart a tempting lullaby. It didn’thelp that she was running her long slender fingers through his fur, much likeshe did his hair whenever they were in the same position but both in humanform.
Themoment Killian feels she’s starting to drift off, he reaches out with his headand gently nips at her jaw, making her frown and open her eyes. The lazy smileshe gives him shine brighter than all the stars in the sky. He’d snort at howcliché it sounds if it wasn’t true.
«I know,I know, I’m going,» she mumbles, gently pushing him off herself. She plants akiss on his nose, briefly brushing the tip of her own against the wet blacktruffle, a she so lovingly calls it. After another kiss – or ten – on hismuzzle, that earns her a content growl low in his throat, Emma disappears in a cloudof smoke. She’ll sleep, or try her best to, and then reappear in time for hisshift.
Hisnight is, alas, uneventful, which makes Killian furious: some needs must besatisfied; he’s had his hunt, the one for himself, but the wolf demands his ownhunt, too.
Thefeeling lingers after he shifts, stark naked as dawn filters through the tightceiling of leaves above his head. A twig snapping behind him makes him whirlaround, fingers curled like claws ready to strike.
It’sEmma. Of course it’s her, but it does stop his hunger, neither his or thewolf’s. In fact, her presence intensifies it.
Shedoesn’t even have the time to realize what he’s doing that Killian is on her,pinning her against the nearest try as she so wished earlier.
His warmmouth goes straight for her throat, but not to suck a mark there, no. Emma whimpers when his scorching hot tonguetraces the scar of her claiming bite, and it’s like marking her all over again,whit Killian’s brain screaming mine, mine, mine.
«You’rein trouble now,» Killian growls against her ear, before licking the shell ofher ear. «The wolf has caught his prey.»
Killianfeels her shiver against his body; he’s rapidly growing hard against her lowerbelly, the thrill of the night and the scent of Emma’s arousal, which he betsis dripping down her thighs because she alwayswears none whenever he shifts. And a few other times, too.
Emmamoans at his words, fisting dark locks of hair to keep him there, but alsoknowing that it drives him crazy with want and need. «What if-» She’s cut offby his teeth grazing her shoulder, the strap of the Greek-like black dressfalling down her arm. She already feels the cold air on her breasts, hernipples harden at the sensation. «What if it’s exactly what I wanted?»
With agrowl, Killian rips the already low front of the dress with a very satisfyingsound, her gasp going straight to his cock, now hard and heavy between histhighs. He’s growing impossibly harder as he fills his lungs with her arousedscent. He wishes he could spend the eternity between her legs, making herwrithe in pleasure and quench the thirst he has of her.
Pullingback slightly, Killian tsks, a wicked gleam in his eyes and a dark grinspreading over his face. Emma knows which Killian she’s looking at: he’s stillthe predator, she’d go as far as saying he’s still more wolf than human, butit’s her Killian nonetheless.
A shiverruns down her spine at his next words.
«I wantto hear you beg for it.»
Thedress falls in a heap at their feet. Beautiful,Killian thinks as his eyes roam hungrily her body. He wants to suck on thosepert nipples, wants to suck marks from her throat to her mound, and then fallon his knees to tongue her into oblivion, drinking from her dripping pussyeverything she’s ready to give him.
But hewon’t. No, like the predator he is, he wants to keep her on her toes, wants tohear her beg for his cock. It’s the polar opposite of torturing her with hisfingers or mouth or toys, but it still is torture. And oh, does Killian love torture.
Hemerely keeps looking at her straight in the eyes, tongue peeking out to tasteher flavour on his lips, a sweet prelude to what’s to come.
Soonerthan expected, Emma breaks, arching her body so it presses against him, herripe mounds catching is attention and making his mouth water. He can’t losefocus, he won’t give in: he needs to be in control.
«Please,Killian» she pants, deliciously rubbing against him. Killian’s eyes are enrapturedby Emma’s nipples. The more he stares, the more he wants to lap at them like astarving pup, and it’s not the first time he fantasizes about an actual pup, their pup, being the one to feed fromher breasts. For that, though, they have all the time in the world.
«Pleasewhat?» he growls, nuzzling the tender skin behind her ear. «Tell me what do youwant, love, tell me what do you need.»
Emmawhines, writhing against him. She’s desperate, her blood boiling beneath her skin,more arousal running down her thighs, making him drunk on it. «I need you!» shecries out, rubbing her wet cunt against his cock. He almost gives in, but hewants more, and she knows that. «Please, Killian, I want you to fuck me, to putyour cock inside me and make me come.»
Hegrowls, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. «And don’t you want me tocome? Don’t you want me to come deep inside you, fill you up with my seed, somuch it’ll overflow even if I’m still buried inside you?»
A strangledgasp leaves her throat, her fingers tightening around his hair. «Yes, fuck, yes, Killian,» she moans, bringing herselfclose to him and trying to kiss him. Killian complies, finally kissing herhungrily.
Hesweeps his tongue across her lower lip, making it more tender for when he bitesdown on it half a second later. Without any effort, he slides his hands downher side to her arse. Before wrapping them around her thighs, Killian squeezesher buttocks, earning a moan he drinks from her lips as he traces her teethwith his tongue.
In aswift move, he lifts her up and enters her, moaning at her scorching hot heatenveloping him. «Fuck, love,» he hisses, bottoming out, «you’re so hot andtight. I’d spend the eternity buried deep within you.»
With herarms wrapped around his neck and her back pressed against the bark of the tree,Emma nods frantically, shifting her hips in rhythm with Killian’s deep thrusts.Her walls clenched around his cock, her orgasm already building, that kind offoreplay driving her so close to the edge she should feel ashamed, but she isn’t,because she knows neither Killian or herself will be sated by one orgasm.
«Comefor me, my goddess, come,» Killiangrowls the command in her ear, biting down on her lobe as he rolls his hips,hitting her depths and relishing in the tightness of Emma’s cunt. She’s perfectfor him, made both for his soul and body.
She shatterswith a scream, music to Killian’s ears as he keeps thrusting up into her, herteeth grazing his lobe threatening to make him spend himself too early. He wantsher to come one more time, knowing he will spend the day making her writhe inpleasure and come over and over. It wasn’t just the full moon, they do have quitethe active sexual life, but he isslightly hornier than usual around those days or, as Emma loves to call it, hisversion of “that time of the month”.
Snappinghis hips up, he grinds his pelvic bone against her clit, his hands already occupiedkeeping her up and squeezing the flesh behind her thighs. He loves when shecomes only thanks to his cock, no other stimulation needed.
«I loveyou,» Emma keens, tightening her legs around his waist, her knees pressingagainst his sides.
A shiverruns down Killian’s spine at her words. Though they’ve been together for years,those three words still have the same effect on him as if it was the firsttime. He pulls away slightly, never stopping moving, to look her in the eyes.«I love you,» he replies, even if it sounds more like an oath, a promise to keeploving her forever.
And hewill, he knows he will, much like he knows he won’t last long, he only needsEmma to come again. He kisses her deeply, curling his fingers to scratch hersoft skin. He knows he’ll fully enjoy tending her wounds, kissing every inch ofher skin.
They’remore desperate, now, both wanting to crash. Killian already feels that tinglingat the base of his spine, the continue clenching of her cunt telling him she’sclose, that she needs one little push. He caves, ducking his head and taking anipple in his mouth, suckling on it.
Nails diginto the back of his neck and Killian reacts instinctively, grazing the hardpeak with his teeth. The pressure of the flat of his tongue against the neglectednipple is all it takes for Emma to come and milk him of everything he has asKillian comes, too.
Gently, ashe tries to catch his breath, Killian pulls her away from the tree, brushingaway what bark left on her skin, angry marks appearing over it already.
He lieson the ground, not caring that he’ll have to scrub away the dirt. Killian’sstill buried inside her, his come leaking from her as he slowly softens.
«You’recrazy,» Emma sighs, rubbing her cheek over his heart.
At that,Killian smirks. «Aye, crazy about you.»
A sharppain blooms at his side. She’s pinched him, clearly annoyed, but he can stillfeel her smiling still. «So cheesy.»
«And youlove me for it.»
Shedoes.
A whineleaves her lips when she rolls her shoulders. «You’re in big trouble, young man,»Emma huffs, knowing a wave of her hand could easily heal the scratches the barkleft on her back.
A widegrin spreads over Killian’s face. «Will you punish me, my Goddess?»
Thosewords paint Emma’s skin a deep red. After – finally– discovering the wonders of sex thanks to Killian, Emma has started to discoverherself, too. With him, she’s finally testing her limits, what she likes andwhat she doesn’t. And, besides being the perfect prey for a famished wolf, she can’thelp but enjoy staying true to her nature, being the Huntress, being a Goddess.And, well, Killian enjoys being the wolf she has to tame, the man who sometimesneeds to be punishment.
She bettersettles her knees to his sides, lifting herself from his chest but keeping himburied inside her. He’s starting to get hard again. A grin forms on her face.«Is that what you want, boy?»
«Aye.»In a flash, he rolls them over, swiftly bringing on of Emma’s legs over hisshoulder. She cries out in surprise, and the spark in his eyes gets brighter.«But today, my sweet Emma, today you’re still mine.»