109- No limits
POV Edric Eldoria:
The wretch didn't stop. Not even when she choked on the member hitting the back of her throat and tears welled up beside her eyes. She took every inch with the greatest pleasure.
She rubbed her rough tongue over the veins that pulsed around it and the swollen head, circling it. She sucked on the tip, swallowing the pre-ejaculatory liquid. He pulled his lips away and swallowed me again. And again.
I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to ruin the nest again. My breathing became thick, heavy. My hair stood on end as a wave of pleasure hit me like a bolt of lightning. Every muscle in my body was rigid and I could come in her mouth, making her swallow every drop. But I felt the need to soak her pussy and not her mouth.
I grabbed her by the hair, pulling her up and removing the lips closed around my cock. She stared at me, irritated by the interruption. I dragged her to me, gluing our lips together, feeling my taste on her and making her feel hers on me.
I grabbed her slim waist and settled her on top of me, directing her where I wanted her. She understood my intention. She grasped my member in her fisted hand and settled her pussy on the tip, sitting down on it.
I let out a loud howl as I felt every inch of her settle around me. It was tight, moist and warm.
In the position we were in, she was able to take me all the way in. She stayed still for a few seconds, waiting for her body to settle. Then she rose up on her knees and sat down again, moving up and down, setting the rhythm.
I wrapped my fingers tightly around her waist, helping her move back and forth. My cock pressed against her pussy, sliding in and out.
Lunara threw her head up and closed her eyes, biting her lips and moaning. She rolled around, moving her hips in circles, without stopping moving up and down.
It was paradise.
I held her breasts, which swayed as she moved, taking me. She opened her eyes and lowered her head, staring at me. There was no trace of humanity in her eyes. It was her wolf in total control of her body, but with her approval.
She leaned over me and closed her fangs on my neck, severing the pulsating vein on the side. She sucked my blood, taking it for herself, remaking our mark.
The pleasure I felt amplified, becoming even more intense and overwhelming. I planted my feet on the mattress, raised my hips and moved towards her. Our bodies collided brutally.
As soon as she removed her mouth from my neck. I moved so fast that the bed shook, spinning us around and putting her back against the mattress, while I got on top of her.
I slammed into her, slamming my cock against her hot pussy. Without stopping, without slowing down.
I pushed my teeth through her flesh, biting it and sucking the delicious blood. She screamed with pleasure, dragging her sharp nails across my back, ripping off skin and blood, which soon healed.
It wasn't romantic, like at the lake or in the forest. It was brutal, crude, the heat commanding our wild instincts.
Lunara spread her legs even wider for me, making me go deep, trying to take all of me. Her moans dominated the room, spreading through it, mixing with the wet noise of our bodies coming together.
A purr erupted from her chest, like a little squeak, and a red tinge ran up her neck, spreading across her face.
I didn't stop for a second, thrusting against her soft pussy, opening every inch, feeling the muscles mold around me.
She let out a howl.
Then I felt it. Her womb expanded, allowing me to go even deeper, stretching out for me. I felt my lobe bristle, full of masculine pride. She trusted me and showed it by opening her body to receive us, to take every drop of my orgasm.
The sensation was searing, intense and violent. Nothing like anything I'd ever felt or experienced, even though other females had opened their wombs to me. It was unique, as if it was right, as if she was the right female and the only one destined for such an act for me.
I lost any line of control I still had.
I thrust harder, rougher. The bed rocked, scratching the floor and moving as I thrust against it. The mattress sank and the surrounding feathers floated over our heads.
The world seemed to stop, becoming static and pulsing with pure energy. Our scents were intense, mixed. She belonged to me and I belonged to her, and the renewed mark on our necks represented that.
It was chaotic and reckless.
Lunara collapsed in a powerful orgasm, shuddering beneath me. I thrust again and again, feeling her muscles tighten around me, strangling me.
I came hard, inflating the head and knotting it. I spurted into her, into her core thanks to her open womb.
My wolf howled, satisfied, in absolute delight at what we had done. She gave me her womb and I gave her my knot. It was a primordial act of mating, in order to impregnate the female. And that was exactly what her beast wanted, anticipating the rut unexpectedly.
We stayed like that for a few seconds, waiting for my knot to subside. If I pulled out first, I could hurt her. Our bodies were connected and there was nothing she or I could do but wait.
I breathed heavily, bewildered by what had happened. Lunara was silent, her eyes still glowing emerald green. Her beast was purring contentedly, waiting for my knot to come undone.
When it was over, I turned on my side, lying next to her on the bed, among the torn clothes from the nest. Lunara was still quiet.
I stared at the ceiling, satisfied and feeling... strange. It was as if something was wrong, while at the same time it was totally right.
I looked at her, confused.
The possibility of her actually belonging to me as a predestined partner was almost nil, so why, deep down, did I feel that there was something incoherent about this story?