32. Hot as hell

In the middle of a beautiful moonlit night, my husband and I were engaged in coitus.

"Please, Lucca. I'm begging, go faster..." I was failing miserably. Being in the doggy stile position with my husband fucking me from behind, I parted the bedsheets with my hands and moaned slyly, feeling his cock penetrating me with such precision, making me roll my eyes with delirious pleasure. At that moment, my mind was completely flooded with pleasure, so I wasn't taking responsibility for the things I was doing at that moment, I didn't care if I was begging like a bitch in heat. “Deeper, husband. Fuck your little bitch deeper, please..." It was like I was possessed by the spirit of naughtiness.

"Oh, baby. I love it when you beg like that." He spoke with his deep voice enjoying the act, his strong hands were grabbing both ends of my waist, but his hands were so big that they covered my entire waist, he was pulling my hips back and his cock pushed my hipsforward when he thrust hard and deep, all of this he did in delicious successive rhythms that were leaving me with tears in my eyes with so much pleasure, my whole body shook back and forth in the continuous rhythm, my breasts swaying freely in the same rhythm .

I must admit that after a while of being married to Lucca, he had a libido greater than humans, we practically had sex every night and even when we were alone: ​​once I was checking our supplies in the pantry castle, and then he appeared to help me, but after a brief conversation I found myself with my dress up, resting my arm on a shelf, moaning in despair as he finished himself inside me in quick and precise thrusts; Another time he was in the back fixing the castle's water system when the tube broke, and I took him some towels because he had gotten almost all his clothes wet fixing the tube, he was all wet, and he was sexy doing manual work, which didn't help with my self-control and the next thing I knew he had me leaning against a wall and fucking me while my legs hugged his hips; other times they were quick, others were longer, the important thing was that we were enjoying ourselves. The magical garden had also become our love bed, and it wasn't like I was complaining; Lucca managed to drag me very well into this addictive world of sex with him. When he wanted sex, he exhaled an aroma that attracted me, as if it were the pheromones that an animal exhaled towards him to attract the female for mating. I knew that Lucca was not human, he had gained some animal genes when his father applied mutant substances to him in the dangerous experiments he carried out on his son.

I knew that Lucca had animal genes and that influenced both his aggressive behavior and his sex. And Lucca was aggressive, not with me, but he was. The aggressive type who always got into fights and was not at all appeasing: the day I saw him almost fighting with his father was just the beginning, whenever he had reasons he went to great lengths to defend what he believed to be right. He was also impatient, not to mention that his libido was very high, even more so on a night like today when he had dragged me into the boat of his madness making me let my instinctive senses predominate. Making me beg for more in such an inelegant way. "Fuck your crying little bitch, fuck more, husband…"

Lucca was literally growling heavily as he thrust so decisively inside me. "You are mine, mine alone!" He growled and moved his hands down to my hips, where he held the flesh of my hips tightly and rode me harder and faster, making me delirious. When his phallus began to punch my magic spot, I threw my head back, completely out of control. While I reached my orgasm with great trembling moans, Lucca prolonged my sensation of pleasure even further by going faster and stronger, holding my flaccid body in her hands. He gave a loud gasp and withdrew from me, clumsily letting go of me, and I fell heavily onto the bed. I was so tired and weak that, as my body was flaccid and shaking in spasms because of the feeling of pleasure that was gradually dissipating, I looked at him. Who was still growling with his eyes half-open, his defined chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, his thick virile member still raised and erect with a slight curve at the tip that let his cum escape, which was still falling slightly.

"Fuck… aww." I murmured, reaching for my own pussy, feeling the wide hole he had left there, my insides were full of his cum mixed with mine that slipped out, staining my thighs and the bed sheets. "Good heavens… what a man." I stammered, sighing, it was shameful to say that I still wanted another round, I was very attracted to my husband.

"It's hot… fuck!" He swore and got out of bed with heavy steps and went to get a jug of water that was on top of a nearby dresser and drank the water, I adjusted myself on the bed placing my head on the pillows and ran my hand through my hair in an attempt to straighten my hair, noI wanted my husband to see me in better condition.

"Honey, we practically live on a glacier. It's never hot here." It was true that Northumberland was a cold and almost lifeless place, but my husband was really sweating; our room had a good heating system, there was a beautiful fireplace that was always on to keep the cold away, so the temperature was cozy and everythingit felt cozier when I lay in my husband's arms every night. I looked at him, his sculptural body all naked in front of me while he drank from the water; He left the glass on top of the dresser and approached a basin full of water and splashed water on his face to cool off. I laughed a little without understanding why he was so hot.

"Yes, but my body temperature is hot." He answered me and was heading back to bed, his manly member still hard and erect. I was clearly naked, lying on top of the sheets, having my fingers playing with my nipples, with not very decent thoughts, he stopped next to me, looking at me with the same lasciviousness with which I was looking at him, or even superior. His heavy eyes, completely covered with desire, swept over my body, I was even swinging one leg in anticipation. "So hot… Are you recovered yet?" He sloppily pointed his head at my lower abdomen, wanting to know if I was ready to receive him again even though it had only been a few minutes since the last time. I ended up laughing at his thirst and shook my head.

"I'm still human, husband." I had to give myself some time because the last sex session took a toll on me, maybe a few more minutes of rest. He sighed with his hands on his own waist and hung his head up.

"I understand, I'm sorry. Holy shit… Okay." He let out a heavy pant that came out along with a low growl.

"You've been like this since yesterday..." I pondered, remembering that yesterday he had been more extra than other nights, and today he was actually getting worse.

He was nodding kind of breathing heavily. "It's true, and today I felt sick all day", he looked towards our balcony where today its doors were half open and continued "it must be the full moon coming, how hateful. Maybe tomorrow I'll be worse." He warned and I followed with a glance a drop of water that he had thrown on his face, slowly going down his slender body, his defined abdomen and my vision was lost once again on his cock that was pulsing slightly up. My husband was powerful.