504- Lupine
POV Thalyndra Moonclaw:
It was as if two pieces of a puzzle were fitting together, as if we had been made for each other. I couldn't explain it properly, but it felt so... right.
Pleasure expanded through me, raising every hair on my body, increasing with each thrust of his hips. Anton wasn't in a hurry—he kept a slow rhythm, savoring the sensation of being inside me for the first time.
"Anton..." I sank my claws into the skin of his shoulders. His blood gushed from the wounds, which soon healed.
He raised his head and looked at me. Anton was no longer there. He was completely lupine. I stared at him, while at the same time not. I looked at him, but saw his animal. The bicolored eyes stared back at me, analyzing me with his head slightly tilted.
I blinked, and then I felt my eyes change color, as if my wolf came to the surface to stare back at him, both recognizing each other.
He growled, showing his fangs. I purred, showing mine. It was a conversation between them, something I still couldn't understand or identify.
Holding me firmly, he moved away from the tree and laid me on my back on the ground, over the dry leaves. He slid his cock in and out, never stopping his movements.
I ran my nails over his back, scratching him, drawing more blood.
I shuddered, feeling myself being overwhelmed by so much pleasure, by something so intense, so... thrilling, that it seemed I could explode at any second.
Anton increased the pace. The sound of our bodies joining spread through the air, merging with the noise of the wind and the whisper of our moans.
With each brutal thrust, I felt his cock hit a spot inside me that made me even more excited, filling me with pleasure.
He kissed my neck, rubbing his tongue over the vein pulsing there, moving down to my nipples, sucking and licking them. I traced the tensed muscles of his back, running my fingers over them.
In an abrupt movement, he stood up, pulling out of me. He pulled me up and turned me around, putting me on my knees. He pushed my back down, making me plant my hands on the ground.
"Anton..." I whispered, shaking my ass, begging for him.
He held his cock and rubbed it at my entrance, massaging my clitoris with the hard tip of his member. I whimpered, growling with pleasure. Lubrication ran down the inside of my thighs, emitting a citrus scent through the air.
He made back-and-forth movements, masturbating me. I shuddered and my hairs stood on end from the wave of pleasure. He slid his cock down and penetrated me, invading me completely.
In that position, he went deeper, hitting another point that made me have an involuntary reaction. I clenched my teeth hard, my fangs aching with the need to mark him.
He held my waist, keeping me in place, my body jerking forward with each of his thrusts. He buried himself in me once, twice, three times. I felt his cock pulse, ready to fill me with his cum and mark me as his, just as he had said he would.
I grabbed the leaves from the ground, squeezing them between my fingers. I let out a moan, murmuring his name with lust.
He growled loudly, reminding me that I was dealing with the beast, not the man. That turned me on even more.
He pulled me by the neck, without stopping penetrating me. I felt his breath beside my face, hot and heavy. He ground against me, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my pussy.
"Anton..." I called his name again, biting my cheeks so hard I tasted my own blood on my tongue.
He purred and licked the skin of my neck, right where a vein pulsed. The hairs on my nape stood on end and my heart raced.
I breathed heavily.
He pulled my neck to the side while thrusting against me, without stopping, without losing rhythm. He opened his mouth, and then sank his fangs into my skin. I gasped, in shock, losing air for a second. The agonizing pain was soon replaced by the purest pleasure, so intense I could feel it vibrate through me.
He sucked my blood, marking me as his, leaving his trail on me.
I couldn't take it—I fell apart in an orgasm that seemed like it would split me in two. I trembled compulsively, screaming, roaring his name without stopping.
As I came back to myself a little, I exploded in a second orgasm. Anton didn't stop fucking me, didn't stop burying his entire long cock in me, sliding it in and out. He lowered one hand and touched my clitoris, circling it with his fingertips.
My throat went dry and tears welled in my eyes. It was so powerful that I felt lethargic, unable to muster a proper reaction.
I felt his cock swell inside me, settling, opening me more. For a second, I was in shock, not knowing what was happening. My wolf seemed to purr, full of pleasure and pure happiness, as if approving what he was doing.
Anton fell apart inside me, cumming with brutal force. He roared, releasing shouts and growls, making sounds from his throat that sounded like those of an animal. I fell apart with him, for the third time, even when I thought it wasn't possible to feel so much pleasure in a single night. He removed his teeth from my skin and pushed me forward, settling behind me, laying his chest over my back.
My chest rose and fell, breathless from heavy breathing. I closed my eyes and waited, my limbs weak, muscles without any strength.
I didn't move and neither did he, still with his cock inside me. It seemed like we were stuck together, as if our bodies were joined. It wasn't bad, however. It was pleasurable and... I felt satisfied.
"I gave you a knot," he said, after a moment of silence. I blinked, confused.
"Come again?" I asked, my voice hoarse, broken from all the screaming. He laughed, shifting on top of me.
"You know we have the habit of knotting the females we're interested in, don't you? It's more common during heat, but it seems my wolf wanted to mark you before that time."
I knew very well about that—I had studied all of lupine anatomy—but since it had never crossed my mind to get involved with someone of the same species, it wasn't something I'd been very interested in lately.
"Hmm... I liked it," I confessed, biting my lips. "My wolf liked it," I added quickly, trying to make the sentence sound better.