Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Fawn
T he castle ruins come into sight. It was foolish of me to come here, but despite all the cautioning, it represents a place of safety in my mind—a simpler time when my mama and papa were still alive.
I sense the moment he is about to pounce. Adrenaline floods my system, and I find reserves to put on a spurt, making for the big, crumbling archway that was once the castle gate.
I feel the displacement of air the moment before he takes me down, tumbling my body with his and bracing the impact. When the tumbling stops, I am underneath him, his weight pinning me to the grassy carpet, his jaws locked lightly over the back of my neck.
Panic and arousal slam into me, producing a heady cocktail of emotions and no small amount of lust.
I shift to human. So does he, and now there is a hard human cock nestled against my ass.
Oops.
“Someone has been very naughty,” he purrs, leaning back and removing his weight from me.
I miss it immediately, the pleasant way it squashed me to the grassy floor inside the ruinous castle, the way he made me feel protected.
“Hands and knees.”
His words shock me—I shiver, but not with fear. No, with anticipation. There is not even the briefest hesitation before I rock back and peer at him over my shoulder.
He is kneeling behind me, close but not yet touching. His chest heaving as though suffering a great strain… then I look down, all the way down to where his cock juts from a nest of dark curls, hard, ready, leaking pre-cum in a sticky trail.
He wants me. There can be no doubt.
“Are you claiming me?” I ask.
Wolf
“Are you claiming me?” she asks.
Like there is any fucking doubt.
Why did I take so long? Why did I fool myself into thinking we could never be?
Why is she not already good and bred and plump with my child?
There are reasons aplenty why this is wrong, our age gap being the most prominent in my mind.
That she was human, likewise, held me back.
She is not human, though, is she? No, she is a doe shifter, and although that ought to add a different layer of caution, it does not.
I want her. I have done so for some time, but I forced myself not to notice her, to ignore the pull, to resist because I deluded myself it was for the best.
As Flint has already pointed out, I should have read the damn tea leaves where Fawn was concerned. Putting wolves on guard, telling myself it was my diligence for a vulnerable member of our community when, in truth, I was already staking and protecting a claim.
“Yes,” I say bluntly. My cock is hardened to the point of pain, leaking pre-cum, bobbing with interest, and desperate to sink into her tight sheath. I am staring at her human ass and the slick treasure I can see between her enticingly spread thighs as she presents for me. But I am also thinking about her cute doe tail wagging at me, and I wonder if I could… My wolf definitely wants to. He is prowling back and forth within the confines of my mind, desperate for a taste of our sweet doe, to mount and claim her in all our forms.
Pleasure shoots like flames. I growl, fist my cock, my balls tighten, and I shoot hot spurts of cum all over her ass, then watch it drip onto the forest floor.
“Oops,” she says.
I chuckle. Fucking oops. The lass slays me with her damn nonsense.
Then my smile drops. She swallows, and her eyes go very wide when my cock only continues to flex. It should have relieved the pressure building inside me—it has not. I shake my head, rousing myself from the dark fantasy into which I crave to sink. My hands tremble as I cup her ass, spreading my cum all over her soft flesh, over her back, around to cup her tits, and back down over her belly until I plunge two fingers into her cunt.
She groans and arches up.
“It is going to be a tight fit when I get my cock in here. But a filthy doe shifter, all wet and slick as I finger her needy cunt, will adapt well. I dare say there might be some discomfort at first, but you will bear it for me, won’t you, Fawn? And then we shall build up to you taking my knot.”
I know nothing about deer shifters nor what her body can or cannot take. Certainly, I do not believe that stags come with a knot.
An involuntary growl escapes me as I think about that presumptuous bastard. I pin her tightly to me. As I finger her pussy, a surge of jealousy rips through me, thinking about that golden bastard anywhere near what is mine.
Fawn
“I think I could take your knot… If you wanted to, that is?” What nonsense am I saying? I have just seen his cock and watched him come all over me before I did the sensible thing and snatched my eyes away. He is not human, nor one of my kind. He is a wolf, and they have a knot—even without, his cock will assuredly be a challenge.
Only he is touching me, working his fingers deeply, making sweet nerves flutter. I can feel myself swelling inside and out, blood pulsing in my most intimate places, becoming ready for him, all of him.
He pinches my nipple. “Naughty lass,” he rumbles. “I have my fingers all up inside you, and I feel for myself how tight you are.”
Goddess, his words are crude yet hold me under a sensual spell. He continues to pet my nipple, rolling and tugging lightly upon it while fingering my pussy. I don’t believe I came down after this morning, and I spiral…
He releases my nipple and removes his fingers from my pussy.
I whine with displeasure as I continue throbbing like he is still touching me.
He makes a deep, rumbly purr. I glance back and find him licking his fingers clean. My pussy clenches. “Why are you stopping?”
He lowers his fingers, and his intent gaze lands upon me.
I liked it very much when his hands were upon me, and I would like them there again.
Maybe he has changed his mind?
Maybe he is going to hand me over to the stag shifter he mentioned and who I had forgotten about until now. Wolf is an alpha, after all, and I’m nothing but a little doe and not very fierce. He must have a line of shifter females waiting for him in Blackrock village, all too willing to sate his lust.
“You are in your head again, lass,” he says, but the amusement in his voice settles some of the anxiety.
His eyes are on me, and mine on him. The air thickens between us. He has said he will claim me. I have dreamed of this for such a long time that I struggle to accept the truth.
He leans forward, bracing over me, his big warm body sliding up against mine until his cock, hard and full of intent, grinds against my ass.
One hand grasps my hair, arching my neck.
My gasp is swallowed as his mouth lowers over mine.
Wolf
I am losing my mind. She felt fucking tight, and I am fucking big and harder than I have been in my life. That I have already spilled my seed does not come close to taking the edge off. It is too fucking late. I cannot hope to stop now. I want to inhale her, imprint myself upon her, mark her all over her sweet body, and bathe her womb with my seed.
We are both breathing heavily when I can drag my lips from her. Pretty brown eyes gaze up at me. “This will be rough on you, but there is no hope for it. You are too fucking perfect, and my need is too great.”
Her aroused scent rises. All I can think about is her slick cunt and the weak taste of it I just lapped from my fingers. I tumble her over onto her back, spread her thighs, and lower my head between them.
She squeaks and slams her hands down over her pussy.
At my low growl, she snatches her hands away. “Oh! What are you doing? Again?!”
Her pretty face is flushed bright pink. I need to remind myself that she is innocent because I made fucking sure no bastard sniffed around. “This is a natural occurrence between a wolf and his mate.” I like the sound of that word on my tongue. “I should like nothing better than to feast on your slick, tasty pussy, to nibble and lick you until you come. Do you want to come like that, Fawn? Want me to kiss your pretty pussy until you make a little mess for me?”
Her jaw hangs slack, and her breathing turns choppy. I take this as her agreement. A deep purr emanates from my chest when I note how puffy and slick she is. “So pretty,” I rumble before lowering my head for a lick.
“Goddess!” she mumbles as I fall upon her like the beast I am.
With my hands upon her hips, I open her up and dedicate myself to cleaning her filthy cunt all up. I lap slick from the tops of her thighs, all around her swollen folds, and then I lick around her fat little clit until she whimpers and fists my hair. Delicious —pulling her closer, I lap her sticky juices from the source.
She comes panting and gasping and nearly scalping me.
I do not let that stop me, nor her twitching and begging that she can take no more. She assuredly can take a lot more and will before I am done.
Tightening my hold, I get my fingers all up inside her and continue feasting for my pleasure.
Fawn
I fear I might expire with the pleasure Wolf wrests so easily from me. When he said it was natural for a wolf to like to do this, I did not understand how much. I’m so sensitive. Every touch is like a thousand butterflies dancing over my most intimate place. One big hand has reached up to toy with my nipple. With the other, he works his fingers mercilessly deep into my pussy. My pleasure rolls over me, the sensation colliding and carrying away my mind.
“Please, Wolf. I need cock. I cannot bear it. I must be claimed.”
He surges up, crowding over me, my resplendent male.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs before lowering his mouth to my breast.
My nipple is tight and swollen where he has petted it, and as he sucks gently, my back arches off the forest floor. His lips pop off, and he nuzzles the side of my breast before sucking hard on the flesh. It aches, but it also makes my pussy throb and builds a strange wild urgency in me. Wolf is marking me. This is part of the claiming, part of making me his.
But I want more.
I kick out, scratch, and groan with frustration.
Head lifting, he pins me with a look that makes my breath catch in my chest. He is all male, powerful, and a shifter with a high standing in the pack. If he seeks to claim me, I likewise seek to claim him lest a pack lass set her sights upon him.
He rises, big, ruddy cock bouncing and pointing straight at me.
I try to reach for him, but he grasps my hand and presses my palm to his cheek, stilling the franticness. His head lowers, and his lips cover mine. I sink into the kiss, into the feeling of him over me, embracing both the anticipation and nerves that flow through me as he settles between my thighs, pushing them up and open, spreading me for his pleasure.
Wolf
She is wet, hot, and slick, and I cannot wait a moment longer. I guide the head of my cock through her slick folds until I snag her entrance.
And push.
Her flesh parts sucking in the head of my cock and then squeezing shut around it.
Sweat pops across the surface of my skin. I bear down. It does not fucking help, and I make no headway.
“Oh, why have you stopped?” Fawn whines like this is down to me.
“You are very tight, love,” I say, sliding the tip in and out, getting her used to the feel of being opened. But fuck, I’m very fucking sensitive there and ready to blow. With shallow thrusts, I work up to half my length. My knot is already swelling, which is a bad sign when I have yet to even get it in her.
“Oh, please, please, please!”
Fuck it. With a snap of my hips, I fill her with a single thrust into hot, clenching heaven.
She squeals.
“Good girl.” I still with my cock buried deep, nibbling on her lips, letting her get used to me inside her. “Try to relax for me, and it will feel better, I promise.” I kiss her to distract her. She is fluttering all over my length. I am fit to fucking explode, and my balls draw tight and painful with need. “I need to move. I need to fuck you.”
I move slowly at first, kissing up her whimpers. It is a lot for a young lass to take all at once. But her sniffles soon turn to moans, and her fingers begin pulling at my ass. My body shakes with the strain of keeping the strokes light, of not going too deep. Only the way her nails score me and she nips my throat is a fucking test.
She comes with a squeal. I grit my teeth, for I’m not close to being done, determined to claim her as mine thoroughly. She will need training before she can hope to take my knot. Yet it feels so fucking good when I sink deep enough to feel her tight pussy entrance stretch around me there.
“Umm!”
Her cries turn to nonsense. I am a beast rutting into her softness, ruining my Fawn, making her perfect for me and only me.
“Try not to clench, naughty doe, lest you encourage me to knot you.”
Her pussy clamps down on me. I think she is coming. I believe she has not stopped fucking coming since the first discomfort passed. Her pussy is absolutely drenched. She is a filthy kind of lusty that is beyond all my hopes.
She is also not human.
Maybe she was meant to take this, take all of me.
She wails when I pull out, which only makes me smirk. She was a virgin when I took her, and she is already greedy for more cock.
“Are you sore?” I ask, getting down between her thighs while her chest heaves. Her poor pussy is all battered and hot to the touch. Seeing the evidence of what I have done to her makes my cock thud in anticipation fucking into her hotness again. I lap up all her stickiness, using my tongue to ease any discomfort.
“Unmmahhh!”
She grips my hair, spreads her legs wider, and rides my face. I smirk against her pussy and shift just my tongue to beast form. My wolf is prancing beneath the surface of my skin, wanting us to fill her cunt with our cum, and stake our claim with a bite to her throat or inner thigh… maybe both.
“Goddess!”
She comes all over my waiting tongue.
I make her come a couple more times until she is limp and shuddering, and then I put her on her hands and knees. “I need to fuck you hard now. Brace yourself, Fawn.” I slam deeply, and we both groan. “I will try not to knot you, but you need to be good for me, or I shall not be able to help myself.” She is coming again. I fist her hair and arch her neck back. “Bad girl, encouraging your Wolf to knot you when you know your poor, sore pussy cannot possibly take me. Have you not come enough?” I slam into her, deep thrusts that make our flesh slap together. “Bad, naughty, little brat, taunting me with your perfect pussy.”
I pull out, and she hisses her displeasure.
I spank her ass, then pet her clit.
“God! Please.”
I slam back in, pounding her half a dozen times before pulling out, spanking her, and then pinching and petting her slippery clit again.
I repeat until we are both poised on the brink of madness.
“Tell me to knot you.”
“Please!”
“Tell me to ruin this filthy cunt that has not stopped coming all day.”
“Please knot me!”
She doesn’t have a clue what she is begging me for.
Fist in her hair, I surge deep, knot bulging at her entrance, taunting her as I growl beside her ear. “You’ve been a very bad girl and disobeyed me. Begged me to claim you. You have brought this upon yourself.”
“I have. Please, I have.”
My cock flexes inside her, and I let the knot sink a small way in.
“Hush.” Her pussy quivers over my length, on the cusp of a climax that will break us both. “Beg me to knot your deserving cunt.”
“Please, knot me, I deserve it!”
Fingers sliding down her body, I find her engorged clit and strum it without mercy.
Then I push, feeling brief resistance before my knot slips inside.
I shudder with the intense pleasure.
She screams. It rents the forest, visceral and full of pleasure. Her pussy fists my cock in loving waves as she tumbles over into bliss.
I come with a roar, hot cum splashing against the entrance of her womb, knot locked as she jerks and twitches through the throws of an orgasm. My teeth find her throat, and I bite, tasting blood, feeling the bond surge between us.
Mine!