11. Chapter 11 The Spoils #3
The first stretch pulled a sharp inhale from both of us. She bit her lower lip hard and kept going until she was fully seated, thighs pressed to my hips. I felt every pulse of her around me. She stayed still for a few breaths, adjusting, ears flat against her head.
“Fuck,” she mouthed more than spoke. “You’re deep like this.”
I slid my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over the tight peaks. She rolled her hips once, experimental, and the soft, wet sound of it filled the quiet room. Her mouth opened on a silent gasp.
She started to move. Slow at first, rising almost all the way off before sinking back down.
Each time she took me to the base, she gasped.
I watched the way her stomach flexed, the way her ears trembled with every controlled drop.
When she found a rhythm that worked, she leaned forward, palms braced on my chest, and rode me with tighter, shorter strokes.
I could feel how hard she was trying to stay quiet.
Every time the pleasure spiked she would clamp her lips together.
Soft, desperate little sounds still escaped—half moans that she cut off mid-breath.
I kept one hand on her hip, guiding, and the other between us so my thumb could circle her clit in time with her movements.
“Daniel—” she whispered, voice already shaking. “It’s too good. I’m going to—”
“I’ve got you.”
I sat up without pulling out and wrapped both arms around her.
The new angle made her clench hard. She bit down on the meat of my shoulder to muffle the cry that tried to leave her throat.
Her hips stuttered, then ground down in short, needy circles while she came.
The tight fluttering around my cock almost dragged me with her, but I held still and let her ride it out, one hand stroking the length of her spine until the shaking eased.
She stayed draped over me for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck. When she finally lifted her head, her eyes were glassy.
“Not done,” she whispered. “Not even close.”
I rolled us carefully so she was on her back.
She spread her legs wider without being asked.
I settled between them and pushed back in with one slow thrust. Her back arched and she grabbed a fistful of the sheet, stuffing the corner into her mouth.
The fabric muffled the broken sound she made when I bottomed out.
I fucked her like that—steady, deep strokes that kept the head of the bed from knocking the wall. Every time I drove in, she bit down harder on the sheet. Her free hand clawed at my back, nails digging in. The wet sounds of our bodies meeting were soft but constant in the dark.
After a while, she pulled the sheet from her mouth just enough to speak.
“Turn me over,” she whispered. “Please. I want it from behind.”
I pulled out carefully. She rolled onto her stomach and pushed up onto her elbows and knees, presenting for me.
The curve of her back, the soft white fluff of her tail, the way her ears stayed flat against her skull—all of it made my cock twitch.
I moved behind her, guided myself to her entrance, and sank home with a single controlled push.
The new angle made her drop her face into the pillow immediately.
I gripped her hips and started thrusting again—longer strokes this time, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into the hilt. Every time I bottomed out, she made a tiny, desperate sound into the pillow. Her ears were flat, the soft fur on the backs of her thighs damp with sweat.
I kept the pace steady and deep. Her body rocked forward with each thrust, breasts swaying beneath her. She pushed back to meet me, taking every inch.
Then her voice came out, muffled but clear enough.
“Spank me.”
I paused mid-thrust, still buried inside her.
She turned her head just enough that I could see one eye, dark and desperate.
“Please,” she whispered. “Spank me while you fuck me. I need it. I’ve been thinking about it since Sif mentioned it.” I didn’t make her ask twice.
“Are you sure? Spankings tend to be loud.”
“I don’t care. Fucking slap my ass and make me feel it.”
I drew my hand back and brought it down on the right cheek of her ass with a sharp, controlled smack. The sound was louder than I meant it to be in the quiet room. Liv’s whole body jerked and a high, choked moan tore out of her before she could bury it in the pillow.
“Shh,” I reminded her, voice low.
“Fuck—do it again.”
I spanked the other side, harder. The skin pinked under my palm.
She clenched around my cock so tightly I had to grit my teeth.
I started fucking her again, matching every few thrusts with another solid slap to her ass.
Left. Right. Both at once when I could manage it.
Each impact made her walls flutter and her muffled cries grow more frantic.
“Harder,” she begged into the pillow, voice breaking. “Please, Daniel. Spank me harder. Make it sting.”
I gave her what she asked for. The smacks landed firm and rhythmic, turning her pale cheeks a deep, heated red.
Every time my palm cracked against her, she pushed back onto my cock like she couldn’t get enough of either sensation.
Her tail twitched wildly. Tears of pure, overwhelmed pleasure gathered at the corners of her eyes.
I leaned over her, still thrusting deep, and spoke right against her ear.
“You like that, don’t you? Getting your ass spanked while I fill you up. Look at how wet you are. Dripping down your thighs.”
She nodded hard against the pillow, unable to form words for a moment. Then she managed, “Yes. Yes, I love it. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I kept going, spanking her in time with the thrusts until both cheeks were hot and marked under my hands. Her legs started to shake. I reached under her with my free hand and found her swollen clit, rubbing tight circles while I continued to drive into her and land the occasional sharp slap.
“Daniel, I’m—”
“Come for me,” I whispered. “Come on my cock while I spank this pretty ass.”
She shattered. Her whole body locked up and a long, broken cry tried to escape before she shoved her face so deep into the pillow that the sound came out as little more than a strangled vibration.
Her pussy clamped down around me in hard, rhythmic pulses.
I fucked her through it without mercy, still spanking her through the peak until she was shaking and oversensitive and still pushing back for more.
I didn’t let her come down completely.
I slowed only enough to keep from finishing myself, then started building again.
Longer strokes. Deeper. My hands stayed on her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft fur at the base of her tail.
Every now and then I landed another firm smack just to feel her clench and hear the desperate little noise she made.
“You’re taking it so well,” I told her, voice rough and quiet. “Look at you. Ass red from my hand. Pussy full of my cock. And still so fucking greedy for it.”
“I am,” she whispered back, wrecked. “I’m greedy for you. Fill me. Please. I want to feel you come inside me while you’re spanking me.”
That did it.
I drove into her hard three more times, landed one final solid slap to her already glowing ass, and buried myself as deep as I could go.
Pleasure tore through me in thick, pulsing waves.
I came hard, flooding her, hips stuttering as I emptied everything I had.
Liv came with me again—smaller this time, but no less intense, her body trembling under mine as she took every drop.
We stayed locked together for a long time after, both of us breathing hard in the dark. I kept my hand resting on the warm, marked skin of her ass, rubbing gently now instead of striking. She made a soft, contented sound into the pillow.
Eventually I eased out. Our mixed fluids slipped down the inside of her thigh. She collapsed onto her stomach, then rolled onto her side with a quiet wince that turned into a satisfied smile when she looked back at me.
I stretched out behind her and pulled her close. My chest pressed to her back. One hand settled low on her stomach. The other stroked slowly over the still-warm cheeks of her ass.
Neither of us spoke for a while. The apartment stayed quiet. No footsteps in the hall. No voices.
Liv reached back and found my hand, lacing our fingers together.
“Worth every risk,” she whispered. “And next time… don’t hold back on the spanking so much.”
I kissed the soft spot behind her ear and felt her smile against the pillow.
“You want me to heal you? There are some blood spots scattered in the pink handprints,” I asked, just as quiet.
“Don’t you dare. I fucking love it,” she mumbled, as she closed her eyes.
I lay there in the dark and listened to the apartment settle around us. Five people under one roof, all of them alive, all of them richer than they'd been when the sun went down. It had been a good night. A hard night, but a good one.
I closed my eyes and followed Liv into sleep.