Breeder (2)

Breeder (2)
AERILA

“Come here.” He sat on the bed, legs spread, and patted the spot between his thighs. I walked over and stood in front of him. His hands lifted to grip my waist, his eyes roaming over my body like I was a prize.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed without hesitation. His rough, wide palms slid over my ass, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as he lifted my dress higher. A sharp hiss escaped his lips.

I felt his fingers working at the corset laces until it dropped to the floor. My breasts spilled free, swaying slightly with each breath.

“Touch your toes, Aerila.” His voice had turned rough. I bent down, fingertips brushing my toes, then a mischievous thought struck me and I parted my legs wider.

“Perfect.” He squeezed my flesh, then tugged my underwear aside. His thick finger pressed against my entrance. “But you’re too tight. You won’t be able to take me even after I shift.”

My ears perked at his words. I started to turn, but his hand struck my ass, drawing a sharp cry from me. Tears blurred my vision. My legs trembled, and like a desperate slut, my juices spurted from my pussy.

“Ugh!”

“You do not turn around until I say so. Understood?” He flicked my clit and I flinched, nodding frantically.

His fingers spread my pussy, the tightness stretching as cool air brushed over my exposed flesh. He spread me wider, as though searching for something, then suddenly one thick finger slipped inside, followed by three more. My eyes widened, darkness clouding my sight. I looked down—my legs were shaking from the fullness.

His fingers twisted inside me and found my G-spot instantly, teasing it without mercy.

“Augh! P-please.” I tried to close my legs, but my pussy only clenched tighter around his fingers. He spread my ass with his other hand, thumb rubbing over my hole. Drool slipped from my mouth. My palms pressed hard against the floor to keep myself upright while my legs stayed spread wide for him.

He played with my pussy like his favorite toy, pulling raw, filthy moans from me that I didn’t know I could make. Every few minutes I squirted onto his face, and he only added another finger, fucking me harder while his thumb kept rolling over my ass.

I knew if this kept going, my ass would be loose and begging for him to push something inside.

“H-how are you so g-good?” I shuddered, voice slurred, tears of pleasure sliding down my cheeks to mix with the drool already on the floor.

“Years of practice.” At first I didn’t notice the calm in his voice, but after my last orgasm he pulled out and my senses slowly returned.

I wiped the drool from my mouth.

“Turn around.” He commanded. I straightened quickly, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. I clutched my stomach, feeling the ache deep inside. When I turned, I saw his upper body was clean, but everything below was drenched from me.

He lifted his shirt. I gulped, eyes locked on his toned abs and the dark hair across his chest. He tossed the shirt aside, then leaned back on the bed, gaze commanding me to remove his trousers.

I fumbled with his belt, yanking it free. His trousers slid down, revealing thick, hairy thighs and… his cock, still half-hard behind his underwear, a wet spot of precum darkening the fabric.

I knelt between his thighs, mouth watering to devour him.

"No, you won't be doing that tonight." He sat upright, seized my wrist, and yanked me onto his lap. My thighs spread wide around his hips. His tongue lashed out, swirling my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me gasp and clutch his shoulders.

"What are we doing tonight?" My voice cracked as his other hand slid beneath me, fingers teasing my pussy.

"I'm fucking you tonight. You need to get used to me before we try anything else." He kissed the swell of my breast.

A frown tugged at my lips. I remembered his earlier warning—I wouldn't be able to take him once he shifted.

"Are you ready?" He rose, lifting me with him. I nodded. He smiled and laid me on the bed.

He shoved his shorts down. His cock sprang free, heavy and fully erect, a thick rope of precum spilling onto my thigh. I stared at the swollen length, heart pounding. He pressed the shaft flat against my belly; the flushed head reached between my breasts.

"Wait—I don't think I can take it without—"

He drove into me in one brutal thrust. My eyes flew wide, a raw scream ripping from my throat.

"Ahhh!" I clawed at the sheets as his hips slammed forward, each impact knocking the breath from my lungs. My pussy burned, stretched to its limit, and I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling the thick bulge of him pounding deep.

"Fuck!" He pinned my wrists above my head, pounding harder. My back arched off the mattress, drool sliding from my open mouth, eyes rolling back.

Moon goddess, save me—he's too big!

"Stop! You're hurting me!" I wailed, pain lancing through my core. He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and bound my wrists behind my back with his belt.

I felt him climb over me, fist my hair, and wrench my head back.

"I'd never hurt you, Aerila," he murmured against my ear. "But you're so tight it's hard to fuck you properly. Stay quiet while I stretch you… can you do that?"

A shaky breath left me. Doubt twisted in my chest. Should I have refused?

Damsel had warned me about his stamina.

"I'll take your silence as a yes." He drew back and slammed in again, forcing my face into the mattress to muffle my screams. He was deeper this time, each thrust driving the air from my lungs. His palm cracked across my ass, sharp and punishing, again and again until the skin throbbed.

"N-no, not yet! Don't shift!" His voice was a panicked growl. Bones cracked behind me. The grip on my hair tightened until my scalp burned.

"Ahhh!" I shrieked as his cock swelled inside me, lengthening and thickening with every heartbeat. "Pull out, Talon!"

The cracking grew louder, then a guttural, animalistic growl filled the room, followed by a shattering howl that rattled the windows. Glass exploded somewhere behind us.

His hold on my hair vanished. He yanked his cock free with a wet sound. I twisted around and froze.

A massive wolf towered over the bed—easily seven feet at the shoulder, thick black fur bristling, muscles rippling beneath the pelt. Its muzzle was long, lips peeled back to reveal gleaming fangs dripping saliva. The beast's eyes locked on me, glowing crimson.

"T-Talon?" My teeth chattered.

The wolf's nostrils flared. Between its hind legs, a monstrous crimson cock jutted out—nearly a foot long now, as thick as my wrist, the tapered tip glistening. Thick ropes of precum poured from the swollen head, splattering the floor in heavy, wet drops that pooled between its paws.

"Breeder," the wolf rumbled, voice a dark, guttural promise.