27.
Queen
A s Alex lays me horizontally in the center of the bed, his claws curl into the cleavage of my bodice—or what’s left of it—and he rips the remaining fabric off my body. Straightening, he pauses to soak in the view of my heaving tits, with my hard and tingling pink nipples fully exposed. I see a flicker of amusement in his eyes as I try to get a hold of all the layers of my skirt. But Alex’s patience wears thin, and he yanks it off me in one swift motion.
“This is why you can’t have nice things,” I complain.
He ignores it. “Look at you in your little outfit,” he murmurs, and the desire in his voice drives me wild, making me all giddy.
The corset may be ruined, but I’m still wearing the sexiest pair of white lace panties, with a matching garter belt, pinned to the stockings. And my sparkling, red-bottom high heels.
He kneels between my legs that part for him to make a way for his massive form. Leaning over me, his long tongue flicks out, trailing a slow, sloppy path down my neck to my chest. My skin prickles under the teasing caress while my entire body hums with need… yet, he takes his time with me.
At last, he strokes my taut, aching nipple, then the other, the heat of his mouth ignites me on fire. They are so sensitive that I can feel the sensation deep inside my core, and even my clit responds.
“Alex…” My voice is a breathless plea.
Purring, he lets his sharp teeth scrape across the swollen bud, ever so gently. Then he waits for any sign of discomfort while his tongue continues to dance around it, but my fingers tangle into the thick fur on his nape, bringing him closer.
I gasp for breath the next second as he does it again, this time a bit harder, biting my nipple. I arch my back instinctively to get closer, surrendering to the intoxicating blend of pleasure and pain. With growing confidence, he moves his muzzle to my other breast, nipping at the little bud with an eager precision that sends shockwaves down my spine.
“You’re so perfect, Julia,” he rasps against my searing flesh. “I love every little part of you.” His hands glide over my sides, then slip beneath me to grip my ass, his claws dimpling the softness of my cheeks. “Your tiny body was made to take me, to be stretched and filled by me…” His teeth move down my body, grazing my skin until his tongue dips into my belly button. “Even to grow ripe with my young. Soon, everyone will see it. When your belly swells with my pup, showing how thoroughly I’ve claimed you, they’ll know that every inch of you is mine… that you carry what I’ve given you.”
I’m on the brink of an orgasm just listening to him.
Every nerve in my body is alive, and I’m acutely aware of his snout already hovering at my mound, close enough to feel his panting breath against my heated flesh. But he only breathes in my scent for what seems like an eternity.
I cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden stimulation when he finally places a long, almost lazy, swipe along the sheer lace that conceals nothing—from my entrance, collecting my juices, all the way up to my pulsing clit, leaving me quivering.
He watches me with satisfaction in his gaze, as if my pleasure fuels his own. And he hums deep in his chest, then bites into my thigh with a louder growl.
“I can taste how badly your body wants me,” he taunts me, marking my other thigh. “So ready to be filled, everywhere, until there’s no part of you I haven’t claimed.”
My nipples sting unbearably, and my hands fly to my breasts, squeezing them, as I toy with the hard buds between my fingers. The added sensation sends me spiraling, and yet another pathetic sound escapes my lips.
“Alex… Oh! Please, I need you!”
His teeth catch the skimpy fabric of my panties, tearing them off my hips and baring my pussy. But he doesn’t lick me. Instead, he straightens, leaning back on his knees.
“Stay just like that,” he commands, his golden eyes glowing as his hands shift to the front, and his claws trail lightly down my thighs. He grips them firmly, spreading me open further, holding me wide beneath him. “Let me see you… all of you.”
My body writhes under the weight of his dominance, but it’s the gentleness in his touch that steadies me. I feel more slickness pooling between my legs, and the cool air brushes against my ignited skin. His darkening gaze devours me, scorching every inch of my exposed flesh, making me feel both vulnerable and utterly adored.
“That’s right, darling. What a stunning wife I have,” he purrs approvingly. His tail swishes back and forth behind him in restless anticipation, and his hands tighten on my flesh. “Fuck! Look at this pretty pink hole begging for me.”
I can’t take it… it’s torture. I feel myself losing my mind.
“Play with yourself,” he orders in a low, rumbling growl that makes me want to clench my thighs to relieve the tension. But he’s holding me steady, his hungry eyes fixated on my cunt.
My chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, every nerve ending in my body alive under his burning gaze as heat rushes through me. My knees tremble, but I obey without hesitation, shifting my hand down my body. My fingers slide between my drenched, puffy lips, finding my clit already swollen and aching. I rub slow circles, teasing myself with soft moans escaping me, before trailing lower down my slit.
“Yeah, that’s it. Get that pussy ready for me, baby, so I can fill you with every drop just like you deserve.” His claws dig into my thighs, betraying how much he’s affected by everything. “I’m going to breed you so full you’ll never forget who you belong to.”
Holy shit.
My slickness coats my fingertips as I dip them inside my hole, curling them upward. He watches me intently, his tail wagging faster. His excited growl vibrates through the room, sending shivers down my spine as it mingles with the lewd, wet sucking sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of my juicy cunt.
Yet, it’s not enough.
I was already burning with desire from the way he teased me on the dancefloor. My fingers only make things worse, leaving me all achy, uncomfortable, and restless, unable to reach the places he touched… or where his tongue could be right now.
I need him …
“Baby, please,” I whimper, glancing at him through heavy-lidded eyes, desperate for more.
But he remains exactly where he is, cruel and unyielding, kneeling between my legs, feasting on the view alone.
My movements grow faster and more frantic, as the stickiness of arousal leaks from me, trickling down my hand. A raging fire ignites in my core, threatening to burn my fingers. My hips buck involuntarily, seeking his attention.
He chuckles, dark and knowing, savoring my desperation to the fullest. “Mmmm, needy girl,” he murmurs. “I love seeing you spread wide open and helpless like this.“
I can tell just how much he loves it, getting hot watching me. His cock protrudes from his hairy sheath, red and glistening, gently throbbing. And it keeps growing. A bead of pre-cum already drips from the tip, running enticingly down his shaft.
Our eyes meet and I bite my bottom lip before whispering, “You’re so big. I want every inch of you… Let me show you how much I can take.”
Not giving in quite yet, he strokes himself, his large palm wrapped tightly around his thick shaft, his movements slow and deliberate. The sight takes my breath away—it always does.
“Fuck, Julia. Look what you did to me.” His arousal now flows faster, hitting my inner thigh, and the feeling is like boiling lava touching my skin. “You see all that pre-cum?”
“Mhmm, I want to taste it.”
His eyes flash. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes, I can make you feel all better.”
Eventually, he always succumbs to my pleas.
He kneels over my chest with his monstrous wolf cock at my face, and I gasp. The tiny blue veins seem to be pulsating and his length never ceases to impress me. Still gripping his shaft, he lines his cock with my mouth and rubs the tip against my lips, smearing his pre-cum across them. The heady, musky aroma of him engulfs my senses, titillating every part of me.
Never breaking our shared gaze, I slowly collect it with the tip of my tongue, purring as I taste his pent-up passion—it’s a little salty, as expected, but mostly intoxicatingly sweet.
“You love it, don’t you?” he asks, watching me intensely.
In response, my tongue flicks over his cockhead before I plant a path of gentle kisses along his rigid shaft and back up again.
“You feel how fucking hard you’ve made me?” he whispers gravelly. “That’s all you, baby,”
Then, his body shivers as I push my tongue against the tiny hole at the slanted tip, drawing more of his arousal, accompanied by many curse words escaping him.
Giggling lightheartedly, I sense the growing heat in his body. My tongue slides down the underside, lathering his flesh all over, down to his balls. His dick flexes with excitement and it’s now as hard as it can get. But his knot just begins to form. As my lips return to the tip, I bring my hand to his thick base and wrap my fingers around it.
“Suck that cock into your mouth,” he commands but it comes out more like a plea. I know he can hardly control himself, trying to bite back his sexy moans.
I open my mouth wide, taking his head between my lips. He groans low in his throat, his claws gripping the sheets beneath us.
“That’s it, Julia, wrap your lips tighter around me,” he orders further, his voice rough and shaky with desire.
I obey, closing my lips more firmly around him and sliding them farther down his girth. Adding my other hand, I work where my mouth can’t reach, stroking him in tandem.
“Fuck, yes! That’s my girl,” he growls, his head tilting back as his hips shift forward instinctively. “Oh, baby. You’re driving me insane.”
But he’s too arrogant not to watch. He glances back down, and his glowing eyes pierce mine. A deep, satisfied rumble vibrates from his chest as he admires the view.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his fingers tangling in my curls scattered on the mattress. “Taking me so eagerly. You have no idea how good you make me feel.”
His words spur me on, and I begin bobbing my head up and down, taking him deeper with each drag.
“Slow down… savor it. I want to feel every second of your lips on me.” His hand gently guides my movements, ensuring I take my time. “Use your tongue,” he directs, his tone dropping into a husky whisper. “Swirl it right there.”
I flick my eyes up at him, watching his expression twist with pleasure as I do exactly as he says.
“Yeah,” he groans, his voice trembling slightly. “Just like that, sweetheart.”
Each deliberate pass of my lips and tongue draws a sharp inhale from him. I feel the way his body shudders, every throb of his shaft sending heat rushing through me. I keep sucking harder and faster, desperate to push him over the edge.
Suddenly, his other palm wraps around my throat as he yanks me up to the very edge of the bed, my head lolling off the mattress. He’s back on top of me a second later, his weight pressing down slightly, and our eyes lock. His cock hovers at my lips, but he doesn’t push—not yet—giving me a moment to adjust.
I manage a barely perceptible nod in this position, though I know he can read my thoughts. I trust him—unconditionally, in every way. With a nervous inhale, I open my mouth, and he shoves his cock deep into the back of my throat.
I focus on relaxing, opening myself up to accept even more of him.
“That‘s right, baby,“ he praises, his tone laced with heavy lust. “Go deeper. Suck it all the way down. I want to feel your throat tightening around me. Don’t stop. You’re so fucking good at this.”
His hips thrust as he begins to rut, moving in and out with steady, deliberate movements, fucking my face. I’m surprised by how much I can take, feeling him hit the back of my throat again and again. His knot bumps against my lips, and his furry balls tickle my chin with each swing. My eyes water, my hair clings to my damp skin in a sweaty, tangled mess, and his pre-cum mixes with my saliva, dripping from the corners of my mouth. But I don’t care—none of it matters—as long as he’s happy.
“I’m so close, baby,” he warns me in a thick, strained voice. His breathing becomes ragged, and the tension in his body builds with every second.
I brace myself for the inevitable release, gently massaging his pulsing knot. Then he roars, his cock swelling inside my mouth as his cum pours down my throat. I gag and spit some of it out, unable to keep swallowing it all. His hands tighten on the back of my head, holding me in place. I do my best to keep breathing through my nose, but I end up choking just a little bit, in the most perfect way.
“Mmmm, what a good girl you are,” he commends, his cock slipping out past my lips with a wet pop.
Yet, it’s only the beginning—bless his stamina.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when he moves down my body. His grip is firm as his hands tighten around my ankles, yanking me back toward the middle of the mattress with effortless strength. My heart races as his palms glide along my legs, lifting them, his movements both commanding and reverent. My heels dig into his broad chest, seeking an anchor, as he positions himself above me.
“I love this,” he says, his voice low and rough with desire. His claws graze over my stockings, a teasing sensation that makes me shiver. “You’re so beautiful, Julia,” he murmurs, his golden gaze drinking me in as he lowers his massive body. The thick, glistening head of his cock spreads my pussy lips. He presses against my entrance, sending an electric thrill through me as my hips buck toward him. “So ready for me. So eager.”
But he doesn’t enter—not yet.
Instead, he palms both my tits, his claws digging into the sensitive flesh. I cry out—more in surprise than in pain—as he begins humping between my slick folds, his throbbing length gliding up and down my dripping slit. His tip brushes my swollen clit, and I moan, the sudden jolt of pleasure making my legs jerk.
He doesn’t stop, even as my heels dig deeper into his solid pecs. He grips his base in one hand and taps the head of his cock against that sweet little spot. Each slapping motion sends sparks of sensation shooting through my core.
“Oh, baby,” he taunts, his voice full of wicked satisfaction, “is that going to make your pussy cum?”
My moans grow louder, filling the chamber as he rubs himself against my aching, pulsing nub between my puffy lips at a fast and relentless pace. The friction builds to a fiery crescendo that leaves me trembling beneath him. The pressure is unbearable, and my vision blurs with stars as my eyelids grow heavy.
“Eyes on me,” he demands hoarsely. “I want you to focus on my face when I make you lose yourself so fucking hard you forget your own name.”
I try to pry my eyes open, but I can’t. Only my ass arches off the mattress, and I scream his name as I come undone. The walls of my cunt clench around nothing while the waves of pleasure keep crashing over me in a torrential flood.
His growl vibrates through his chest as he positions himself at my opening. Without waiting for my reaction, he slides inside, stretching me until I gasp sharply. His cock fills me completely, its thickness forcing my body to adjust around him. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure.
“Fuck,” he groans, starting to move, his thrusts slow and deep. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take that cock.”
My fingers dig into the sheets, and I cry out, my walls already tightening around him again.
“I love the way you clench around me…” He retracts his hips, only to plunge into my wet cunt harder, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing around us. “So tight…” Thrust . “So greedy…” Thrust . “Keep taking me like this.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
An orgasm explodes inside me like an earthquake making me shudder violently as bolts of lightning pierce my very soul.
Not letting me come down, he pulls out abruptly, leaving me gasping at the sudden emptiness as I keep contracting. I want to protest, but the attempt dies in my throat, choked off by a mewl as he leans his muzzle between my legs. His remarkable tongue flicks across my pussy, lapping wetly at my folds and paying special attention to my throbbing, overstimulated clit.
“Oh, my God!” I moan, gripping fistfuls of his fur, my body trembling violently. “Yes, that’s it. Don’t stop!”
He’s relentless, devouring me, and his hums vibrate against my swollen, hypersensitive flesh. I scream again as another climax builds and reaches the peak, crashing over me in an uncontrollable wave. My release gushes out, and he growls in approval, drinking me in like I’m his only sustenance.
Then his claws dig into the backs of my thighs, and he folds my legs up, pinning me in place. My knees are pushed to my chest, my ass lifted completely off the mattress and on full display. His golden eyes roam over me, dark with hunger.
“What a perfect view,” he rasps, his voice rough with desire. “Mmmm, that tight little virgin ass is driving me crazy. I want to watch you take all of me, feel your grip around every inch.”
I barely have time to inhale before his tongue finds my other hole, hot and wet, and I gasp. As his sexy growls ripple across the cheeks of my ass, he teases me in slow circles until the tightness in my muscles lets go. He pushes past my entrance and sinks deep inside. The sensation is so intense that it quickly overwhelms me. But his tongue is tireless and persistent, pushing and pulling in the most perfect massage, tasting every inch. I can hardly breathe as he ravishes me, getting me all lathered up in preparation.
Once he pulls back the final time, I’m already winded and my body squirms under him. He straightens, his frame immense, and his heat radiates against me, even through the tension and fear that creep through my body. His cock, heavy and pulsing, slides between my cheeks and slips back inside my pussy. I welcome him with a surprised but excited moan as he rams deep inside me.
Just seconds later, I'm ruined again, coming around him and pulling him right there with me. He shoots hot wads of his thick seed past my cervix, roaring in ecstasy and flexing his spine above me.
Still panting, he withdraws with a wet, squishy sound as my tightened cunt unwillingly lets him out. Not wasting any more time, he lines the dripping tip of his cock, fully saturated with both our releases, with my asshole. And his intensity grounds me as I brace for what's to come.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice low and teasing as he rubs his cockhead against my tight entrance—the pressure alone is making me wail. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I croak, my voice trembling with desperation. “I need you, please. Take me. Claim me. I need all of you.”
“And you’re ready for me, yes?”
“Yes,” I respond surely, yet my ass clenches instinctively.
But I am ready. Over the past few days, we’ve been playing with the vibrator, giving me time to adjust and get used to being stretched. Of course, it’s nothing compared to Alex’s size, which still intimidates me a little… maybe even terrifies me. But I know how badly he wants this… and I want it, too. I’m ready.
“Relax, darling,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, coaxing. “It’s only going to hurt for a little bit. I‘m going to make this worth it, I promise.”
Nodding, I take a shaky inhale, and he pushes inside slowly past the cockhead. The pressure is so intense that I get all funny and dizzy, but his soothing words keep me grounded.
“Breathe for me, baby. Give me that sweet virgin hole. Let me stretch you open inch by inch. You’re doing so good.”
I force myself to relax, and something gives as I accept another couple of inches of him.
“That’s it. Nice and slow.” His voice is thick with approval. “You’re making me so proud, sweetheart. Just a little bit more.”
I loosen up further, and a few more inches slide inside me, though the stinging burn from the impossible stretch remains.
“Yes, you’re taking me so damn well. We’re almost there. Just a tiny bit more, okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with restraint as he grips my flesh tighter, steadying me.
Finally, I feel the swell of his knot resting flush against the cheeks of my ass, and he stills for a moment, letting me adjust. His breathing is heavy, his hands firm but gentle as they trace soothing circles over my skin.
“How’s that?” he asks, his gaze locking onto mine with a fierce passion that makes my heart race.
“Good,” I manage, my voice shaky but certain.
“Yeah? Feels good?” he growls, his tone shifting to something darker, more possessive. “That’s me,” he continues, his words low and calculated, “buried deep inside your ass, stretching you wide, filling you completely.”
His claws rake along my inner thighs as he leans forward, his tongue finding my nipple. A shudder courses through me as his teeth graze my tightened-up areola.
“I own you, Julia,” he growls again, his fingers firm on my thighs as he spreads my legs wider, pushing my knees into the mattress on either side of me. “Every part of you.”
His words stir a deep ache in my chest, blooming with the sheer worship in his tone. It’s more than lust—it’s love. Raw and all-consuming. The kind that makes you go wild. Even as he takes my body in the most primal way, I’ve never felt so treasured. It makes me want to give him everything. To submit to his power.
Then he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, rougher, as my body yields to him entirely.
“Look at you,” he praises. “Opening up for me so perfectly, giving me everything. You’re all mine.”
His thrusts grow more relentless, each one driving deeper, harder, until I’m reduced to a trembling, moaning mess beneath him. The stretch is nearly too much, his thick cock pushing my body to its limits, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns out everything else. I grip the sheets tighter, my nails digging into the fabric, my back arching as his hips slam against mine.
“Keep moving, baby. Grind against me.”
I do everything he asks of me, pushing back against him, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. It almost doesn’t hurt anymore.
“Just like that,” he groans, panting and drooling above me. “Fuck, you feel so good when you lose control.”
His eyes are laser-focused on the spot where we connect as he watches himself disappear inside my tender asshole. Then I notice a slight shift, and he glances over at the slit of my cunt, my lips swollen and puffy, my arousal blended with his cum seeping out of me.
Immediately, he gets distracted. “Damn, that pussy is so fat and juicy.”
He cups his hand over it, rubbing back and forth along my raw flesh. My erect clit is squeezed between his fingers, throbbing at the friction. All while his cock keeps hitting my G-spot from the back channel at the perfect angle. The pleasure overtakes me, and I squirt again in an abrupt, uncontrolled spurt.
“Too much,” I mewl, trying to pull his hand away, but it’s useless. His grip is strong, holding me in place, as he continues to stimulate me. “Alex, I can’t!”
“Take it,” he growls, his voice rough and insistent. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Then it hits me. He wants to leave me numb with continuous orgasms so he can push his knot inside me.
I panic instantly. “No. It’s not going to work!” My ass clenches so tightly that he gets pushed out.
“Not with that attitude, it won’t,” he challenges. His joking tone is a subtle reminder that he’s in full control of himself and won’t ever do anything to hurt me. “You can do it. Just relax and enjoy this for me.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” He leans over me, his tongue gliding across the seam of my mouth, begging to be let in.
I allow it, parting my lips slightly, and his tongue slips inside, tasting me with slow, deliberate strokes. The kiss deepens as his hands find their way to my face, cupping it gently yet firmly. My body shivers when the urgency grows. But there’s also tenderness, a quiet need that sends a thrill through me, and I lose myself in the sensation of him.
“Yes,” I say confidently once we part. “Get back in there.”
We both laugh, but it’s short-lived, quickly replaced by feral hunger.
He lines himself up with my entrance, his claws gripping my thighs as he pushes inside. This time, there’s no teasing. He thrusts deep, hard, claiming me completely. I cry out, my body arching, my nails digging into his furry biceps as he moves. The bed shakes beneath us, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.
“You’re mine,” he growls possessively. He leans down, his gigantic body pressing me into the mattress as his mouth finds my neck. His fangs graze my skin teasingly, tongue tasting the sheen of sweat on my skin, and my breath catches. “Mine,” he repeats, his raw voice reverberating through me as he thrusts harder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He roars, pleased but not satisfied. His teeth sink into my jugular, holding me in place as he drives deeper. “Say it louder.”
“I’m yours!” I cry, my body tightening around him as another wave of pleasure builds, ready to tip me over and shatter beneath his strength.
The words spur him on, his movements becoming rougher, more desperate, erratic even. He grips my hips, pulling me closer, driving deeper until I can feel him everywhere. The sensations are almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re taking all of me, sweet girl. And you’re so fucking flawless,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of admiration. His breath brushes against my ear as he presses closer, and his heat surrounds me. “I love how your tight, little body welcomes me in,” he continues, his claws tracing along my skin, sending electric currents through me. “Feel the way it’s stretching, opening up just for me. Let yourself feel everything. I’ll take care of you. Just trust me.”
His words are a soothing caress, vibrating through me like a low hum, anchoring me in the moment. I feel every inch of his cock filling me, together with a lot of delicious pressure as his knot presses against my entrance. It’s almost too much to bear.
Ah, but why does it hurt so good?
I squeeze my eyes shut, arching into him, my body trembling with anticipation.
“Look back at me and watch me claim you,” he commands, his voice rough with desire, each word like a burning brand on my skin. “I want to see those beautiful eyes when you fall apart for me.” His grip tightens, and I feel a surge of heat rushing through me as I fight to hold my gaze on him. “I know it feels intense, baby, but you can take it,” he reassures me. “Let go and allow me to fill you completely.”
The air between us feels thick with tension, and the sound of our breaths mingles with the rapid rhythm of our bodies moving in sync, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin.
“It’s okay if it feels overwhelming. Just focus on me. I’ll guide you through it.”
“God, Alex!” I choke out, overstimulated by everything, and I know I’m going to burst any second now.
“Come for me,” he growls, as he thrusts deeper. “Give me one more.”
His words send me over the edge. I clamp around him as I scream his name, giving in to the pull of him, my vision blurring with a rush of sensation.
“That’s it, Julia,” he rasps with a darker edge to his voice. “Now, let go for me. Open up. Don’t fight it, just let it happen.”
Then it happens indeed. My body somehow makes way for him, and he sinks inside me as I contract again. His knot settles deep within and his hips rest flush against me.
“You’re mine now, in every way,” he snarls, his breath heavy, his words dripping with ownership as he now claimed my every hole. “You’re doing so well for me. Feel how full you are?”
Oh, I’m feeling it, alright. I’m pretty sure I squirt once more, though I’m too incoherent to tell anymore.
He follows, his roar filling the chamber and echoing around every last corner of the castle. His swollen knot expands further, stretching me impossibly as it begins to pulse. He spills his seed deep within, flooding my tiny ass, and the tight muscles squeeze him firmly in response. Each throb ignites a fresh fire, sending waves of burning heatcoursing through my entire body. The pain is sharp but manageable, yet the pressure is utterly insufferable, and for a moment, I think I might die.
Then I remember it’s him. My husband. The love of my life. Marking me as his, claiming me completely. And I lose myself in him, blacking out just a little bit.
“Shit!” His growl softens into a low, rumbling purr. His claws, which grip my hips so possessively that they draw blood, loosen just enough to ease the sting, though he doesn’t let go. “Are you okay?”
“Exquisite.” Focusing on him, I slide my hands over his furry back, my fingers tracing the contours of each carved muscle. Along with the tension and power beneath, I feel literal shivers running down his spine. “You're shaking,” I whisper softly.
He groans in response, his voice strained while he keeps releasing. “You’re gripping me so tight, baby.”
I clench around him some more, and he lets out a whimper, trembling harder, his cum overflowing me, and running down the crack between my plump cheeks.
The pain doesn't even matter when I see him this satisfied.
“Fuck me! I love your tight little asshole,” he murmurs with a deep sense of fulfillment, nuzzling into my neck.
“Better than my pussy?” I ask, teasing him slightly.
“It’s a different kind of amazing,” his voice is low and full of desire, “but no, nothing is better than your lovely pussy… and me breeding it.”
As he remains locked above me, his massive body continues to shudder, the aftershocks of his release still radiating through him.
It’s me who did this. Me—a silly, na?ve, useless human. I made this big, bad wolf shiver and whimper .
Reading my ridiculous mind, his head shoots up as looks at me with nothing but awe.“You’re a fucking goddess, Julia,” he murmurs, sounding intoxicated. “Oh, and the power you have to make me feel this way…”