387- On the Edge of Instinct and Ruin
POV Viktor Averwyn:
I suddenly pulled out of that delicious blowjob, grabbing her and turning her around, still on all fours, but at the edge of the mattress. I looked at her beautiful ass facing me, her lower lips swollen and pink, wetness running toward her groin. I retracted my fangs with difficulty, my heart pounding against my ribs, desire striking me like a physical force.
I spread my hands over her round flesh and forced her open to the sides, burying my mouth in that sweetness.
“Ahhhhhhh…” Seraphine screamed, trembling, nearly collapsing. “Oh, God… Viktor…”
I sucked everything I could, my tongue sliding down to her clit, returning to push into her slit and drink everything she gave me.
My lips, nose, and chin were smeared with her, her scent driving me insane.
I fucked her with my tongue. I moved up to her little ass, which I always prepared and which already took three buried fingers. I had discovered she was highly sensitive there, going mad whenever she had me thrusting in front and fingers behind.
She moaned at the rim job, the bites around her ass, the sucking on her pussy. Out of her mind, body beyond control, entirely mine.
“Fuck…”
Ravenous, my cock slick, I rose behind her. I grabbed her open thighs as if she were a wheelbarrow and pulled her to me, thrusting into her in one stroke. The wet, tight walls of her pussy swallowed me, and I lost my mind until nothing was left outside.
Seraphine screamed, falling into a delirious frenzy, the front of her torso collapsing against the mattress. I drove my cock deep, fucking her with voracity, thrusting nonstop. My fangs came out, growls escaped, and even in depravity, I needed more.
I lowered my eyes to the little hole exposed with every thrust, watching my cock slide out and disappear between the clinging lips. I spat hard onto it, my finger already there, spreading it, pushing in.
“I’m going to fuck your little ass.”
“Ah… oh…”
Seraphine had asked for it a few times before, when I made her so wild she couldn’t hold back. She was ready.
I propped her knees on the edge of the mattress and snarled, thrusting nonstop with my cock and two fingers. When I delivered a stinging slap to the side of her ass, she nearly collapsed, but I pulled her back and struck again.
“Please… Viktor…”
Ravished, she released sounds and words, pleas, while taking the blows and swallowing me in contractions that grew more intense, more uncontrolled.
“Ask for my cock in your ass.” I pushed another finger into her. So tight I could barely move inside her.
“Please, fuck my little ass, Viktor… ah…”
I withdrew my hand and grabbed the base of my member, aiming it at the throbbing opening. I pushed, gripping her hair at the nape and leaning over her body. I grunted near her ear:
“Take all of it.”
The head stretched her open to the limit. Even prepared, wet, she was far too tight. She whimpered, and I pushed in, penetrating her.
It was deafening, agonizing, and extremely delicious. It burned around me, as if I were plunging into a tight ring of fire. I heard her screams and fucked her, disappearing into her ass. All the way inside.
“Fuck…”
“Viktor…”
Her knees couldn’t hold, and she fell onto the bed. I didn’t pull out even a millimeter, covering her, pulling her head back by the hair while my wolf howled and my fangs grew even more.
Maddened, I saw everything turn red before my eyes, that point between her neck and shoulder with a pulsing vein calling to me. All my instincts screamed, and I descended, trapping her beneath me. Mine. All mine.
I pulled her head back farther. My teeth scraped her soft skin. My cock swelled, and I moved my hips, fucking her. Her pleas were like music, her tremors making her my captive. My tamed female, ready to open even more and receive me in every way.
I thrust, and her screams became ecstasy. I fought myself, turning my mouth to her back, a remnant of reason stopping me at the last second. But I needed to bite her, and I brushed the strands of hair aside, doing it just below the nape of her neck. I broke the skin, throbbing at the sweet taste of her blood.
I pounded her into the bed, animalistic and hungry, cock and mouth entering, tasting, taking. Throwing her into an explosive orgasm.
Seraphine scratched the sheets, shook, and released jets of ejaculation between her legs, completely lost in sensory delirium.
I fucked her and fucked her more, her ass, her back covered in bite marks and thrusts. Until she collapsed in waves and my semen shot out in powerful spurts. The orgasm made me sink my teeth one last time into her nape, near her scalp. Droplets spread across my tongue as my cum spilled with them.
She was whimpering when I stopped, adrenaline finally ceasing to race through my blood, leaving only the incredible sensation of satisfaction. Of passionate surrender.
I blinked, seeing the marks, the perfect skin pierced and scratched. Before guilt could hammer at me, I licked her to heal her, warning myself how close I had come to marking her where I couldn’t. The need still vibrated in me, despite my sated body.
I didn’t pull out of her. I was still hard, and she was certainly sore. I would wait until I shrank, so I wouldn’t hurt her more.
I kissed and licked until only reddened skin remained. My nose brushed her earring. I murmured:
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”
Guilt came anyway. I caressed her, touched her, slid my lips through her hair. I whispered how beautiful she was, how insane she made me for her. She relaxed more and more, quiet and still. Until I pulled out and turned, drawing her in until she fit entirely in my arms.
Seraphine hugged me tightly, kissing my neck, searching for my eyes.
“I’ll take you to the bathtub, take care of you.” I promised, belatedly regretting how brutal I had been.
“Later. Right now, I want to stay here. I came so hard I feel weak.”
“Do you want to bite me to get revenge?” I teased, slipping my index finger between her lips.
She smiled and pressed her teeth down, but without breaking my skin.
“You can choose where to sink your little teeth.”
“They won’t even scratch you.”
“Life is unfair.” She laughed and kissed my lips. I asked softly, “Are you okay?”
“I am. Don’t worry. I already told you I’m not made of glass. I can take it.”
I took her mouth, without being sure what she could truly endure.
“Thank you for the presents,” she whispered soon after.
“Did you like them?”
“Too much. I loved everything.”
“Everything? Even my cock in your little ass? And the bites?”
“Especially that.”
Dirty little thing, she rubbed against me, and I squeezed her.
Once again, I had defeated my instincts. My wolf was calm.
But not my conscience.