Something was afoot, but Haleth wouldn't have been able to notice. Couldn't. Not with her thoughts like scrambled bits of fluttery pleasure barely forming anything other than the need and want for more.
Her eyes slipped shut as his hips slammed down again, forcing that cum coated, spunk smeared, veiny throbbing Wolf-Elf breaker as far as it could go, before drawing back and taking her ability to be anything but a moaning whore with it. Forcing self-preservation and common sense from between her thighs in another heavy hitting, body shaking, cunt clenching orgasm.
And yet...there was something there. Just under the current that tickled and itched. Forced its way through the haze and cooed that it wasn't enough. Despite the fact they'd been at it for longer than she could count. That she'd cum... she'd stopped counting after sixty-five...so who knew how many times he'd brought her to the edge and mercilessly tossed her over it. But it was there in the way her body ached even her orgasm slowed to a simmering halt. She needed more.
He begins pushing back inside, dragging that thick head along her swollen walls, making her stretch once more to accommodate his girth in a way that makes her whine her pleasure. And even though her back arches, guiding him deeper. It's not enough.
"More," she whimpers, savoring the heat seeping into her core and spreading throughout her body like lava that each of his thrusts seek molten. Her whimpers turning to needy mewls when it felt as though it was going to burn her from the inside out, only to cool just under the surface.
"More." She pleaded. Yet her hips kept bucking up to meet his. her claws tearing at his skin, and she leans up to find new places for her teeth to sink in. Her body giving way to instincts, searching, hunting, for what she needed to scratch the itch that was building up to be unbearable.
"I need more," she growled against his skin. Her hips rocking, shifting, trying to find the angle, the spot, the position that would get her what she wanted. But when that didn't work, when it only made her go from blissful pleasured to frustratingly almost there, she curled her body around his.
"FuckfuckfuckFUCKmoregivememore!" She chanted like a mantra, her eyes snapping open, locking onto his face as she uses what strength she hadn't been aware she still had, after hours of rutting, to force him onto his back. Not wanting to let even an inch of that fuckmeat slip from inside of her, she follows the motion. The sudden motion shifting it inside of her and making it press against a spot that her biting her lip to stifle a predatory growl.
Her legs settle on either side of his waist, pinning him with his on the outer side of her hips, her hands coming to grip his ankles, nails biting into the skin as she used them as anchors. Keeping his thighs spread wide, not caring too much if she was stable enough or not, she begins to bounce up and down his massive shaft. Splattering their combined juices with each slam of skin-on-skin contact. The thunderous clap of her ass with each down beat like applause as the tip of his head kissed the back of her womb and forced it somewhere up between her ribs.
"Nggghhhh yyyesssssh." She sighed, eyes crossing and rolling upward when she raised her hips and slammed them back down again. "Wight, theeeewaaahhh."
His massive cumtanks slapped against her round cheeks, and she straightened, wanting to feel them more with each bounce, blocking her view of his face with the mountains she called a chest that jiggled and rippled in their own motions with each jerking arch of her back.
"Likethathaaaaaaa~likethatmmmfffhhhh~likethathnnnggg," she repeated in between panted moans and hungry growls as she ground her cunt against his pelvis and rode his cock like a wild horse in need of breaking in.
Her tongue lulled from the side of her mouth, her cheeks were drenched, tears were streaking black mascara down her face...one look at her face could tell anyone who knew her usual demeanor, that the prideful Wolf-Elf didn't exist now and contrary to how she should have been-she looked ever so pleased about it.
"Rightthere ahhnnggg~comeonnnnnnnnnggg~" She cried as she sped up with the same speed she used to draw an arrow, the clapping sounds of her cheeks becoming a rhythm for her to beat instead of something to keep time. Ignoring the way her inner walls clenched and relaxed around his cock, pushing against the treetunk that plugged it as she came again...and again...and again.
Each thrust now forcing her over the edge faster and harder. And if she'd been able to focus, was of more rational and sounder mind, she'd have noticed something happening. Something that had been happening since the moment that eldritch spunk entered her abused cunt. In between the pleasure and the howled moans, just there where her clit throbbed and rubbed along his body. Swollen and puffy. Pulsing...and covered in that same thick eldritch spunk that threatened to swell her stomach for nine months, smearing it back into him and looking slightly different than it was before. A bit larger than now. Like someone had taken one of those suction cups to it and continued pressing. Every orgasm that gushed from between them and splashed more spunk and juices along it seemed to make it vibrate and grow more. Easily passed off as it just being overstimulated. Too swollen and engorged. Too subtle a change for anyone to notice right away...
Not when the pleasure had taken hold as it did. Kept them from focusing on anything other than the want and need to breed and be bred.
