283- Fucking like Lunatics
POV Aldren Valmorin:
Cunning and fierce, she pulled it from her mouth and bared her fangs at me before using her new supernatural strength to drag me into the nest.
With that chaotic energy growing in my guts, I turned the key and surrendered control to my beast.
With a roar, I grabbed her by the waist and hurled her onto the pile of sheets and blankets. Her body crashed against the mattress, sinking it, and a smile of satisfaction spread across her face at the savagery.
“Fuck me, big bad wolf.” She used her most hypnotic tone, capable of chilling my stomach.
I leapt into the air, landing astride her.
The bed cracked, and if it hadn’t been made of noble wood, we would have been lying on its ruins. I tore her nightgown with my claws, shreds flying into the air.
I brought one hand to her throat and took one nipple into my mouth at a time, sucking them full of lust as if I were thirsty for them.
And I was.
I slid my tongue down the skin of her slender abdomen until I reached her slick, heat-soaked pussy, positioning myself between her legs.
I inhaled the fascinating, nearly hypnotic scent into my body, flashing her a satisfied smile before licking her entire slit, feeding on her lubrication.
My tongue traced her outer lips, teasing her, until I pressed the tip against her swollen clit and circled it.
“Aldren!”
Greedy, she writhed and rocked forward, mad to reach pleasure. With every moan that escaped her throat and every purr, my beast vibrated in satisfaction.
It didn’t take long for my she-wolf’s entire body to tremble and for her to gush into my mouth.
I rose, lifting her legs into the air with one hand. With the other, I stroked my cock, letting it double in size and the head swell.
Elowen didn’t flinch, because what ruled her now were her feral instincts. I received from her the image of her tongue moistening her own lips and the glitter of lust in her gaze.
“You like your male’s cock, don’t you, female?” I grunted, feeling my lubrication slick my fingers.
“Mine!” she snarled possessively.
I brushed it along her hot pussy, from bottom to top, grazing her clit. She moaned in anticipation, throwing her arms back and gripping the nest itself.
“Yours.” I forced the head inside, and she screamed. “And you are mine.”
I drove the throbbing length into her and was received by her walls crushing me, to the intoxicating sound of her cries.
I kept her legs raised, holding them with one hand while with the other I slapped her ass, thrusting fiercely into her pussy.
“Ah, Aldren!” my female moaned, lifting her head back.
My pants and the sound of our bodies colliding echoed throughout the room.
I didn’t need to ask her to open her womb; she did. I howled, feeling the head of my cock extend even further, locking inside her, skin to skin.
Filling everything, until we were knotted together.
“Fuck!” I grunted, curling my toes and feeling the crashing waves of orgasmic sensation that only the knot provided.
“YES! YES!” she screamed, losing herself in the bubble of arousal we had created.
The swollen member pulsed inside her, preparing to pour everything of me there.
Involuntary spasms hit the muscles of my legs and abdomen to the point that pleasure made me grind my teeth.
Strong. Unique. Supreme.
My she-wolf trembled atop the nest, mouth parted, panting, choking on the waves of pleasure whipping through her body.
Every fiber of her pussy seemed connected to my member, sending electrifying sensations throughout my body—so powerful my vision blurred with sweat dripping from my forehead.
One final sharp shudder followed my release. I spilled inside her so forcefully that our climaxes mixed and ran through the nest.
I released her legs, which fell around me. I leaned over her and crashed my lips against hers in a desperate kiss, still struck by orgasm.
Minutes passed, and we remained joined. Our lips slid brutally together with the force of the bond. Tongue-sucking and possessive bites.
My fangs lengthened, and I was moved by the fierce desire to renew our mark. The moment I bit into her neck, she sank her fangs into my shoulder. The mutual decision to renew the mark doubled the pleasure.
My beast loosened the knot only once we had remarked each other. I slid out of her, but I was far from satisfied.
And so was she.
A cruel storm could have torn our bedroom apart, but we would have remained there, thirsty for each other.
Two destined souls. Two animals.
...
The next day, we were still fucking like lunatics. Our animal halves alternated within our bodies, as if they refused to leave any chance for a pup not to be conceived. Before I lost track in my own calculations, there had been eighteen of them.
Tilting back half a bottle of water and straddling me facing forward, my mate rode my cock. Our nest was a complete mess, but it was our mess.
I took the bottle from her and drank the rest, physical thirst striking me just like my hunger to suck every inch of her.
Even exhausted and completely soaked from the shower we had just taken, she didn’t stop driving herself back and forth, taking my entire length into her pussy.
I steadied my hands on her waist and lifted her slightly to give rhythm to her movement. Her small breasts bounced, and the jolts of pleasure made her head fall back.
“I can’t stop, I can’t... Ah!” she moaned, trembling and breathless.
She might have been tired, but I still had energy to spare.
I turned her body on the mattress, laying her on her stomach to reverse our positions. I didn’t need to spread her legs; she opened them herself, inviting me to settle between them.
She arched her back and looked at me over her shoulder, hungry.
I leaned over her to whisper in her ear:
“When you can’t take it anymore, little wolf, your male will still have the strength to satisfy you.” My rough tone betrayed my arousal. I tugged the base of her ear between my teeth.
“Yes! Please...” she begged, as if she needed it.
I thrust painfully into her, driving with a force that made the frame creak and the mattress sink. Her hands gripped the nest, and a resounding moan tore from her throat.
Panting and sweating over her, I increased the pressure of my strokes, pounding her in a hard, rough rhythm. I released my claws and dragged them down her back, watching her shudder all over.
Before coming inside her, I lifted her hips and devoured her pussy with hunger, taking everything she gave me.
I shifted positions again. I lay back in the nest and pulled her onto me, placing her facedown over my body.
I thrust once more, my member sliding easily through her excessive lubrication. I wrapped one arm around her and, with the other, lifted her chin so our lips could meet.
I sank my mouth into hers—damp and feverish, the one I was addicted to—while driving myself into her pussy.
I blinded myself in the haze of pleasure surrounding us, pulling out and thrusting back in until I was on the verge of exploding again. Sparks scattered through my senses, and I howled as I came, receiving her purr in return.
Nothing compared to that sound.
Even if chaos ruled the world, the simple purr of my mate would be enough to calm the turmoil in my spirit.