Brir (Wanderers Between Worlds #2)

Chapter 36.2

My tail thrashed with excitement. I looked over my shoulder, watching Brir step out of his pants. His cock was hard, the pulsing rings flexing.

With a rough growl, his hand caught my tail, pinning it as he crawled onto the bed on his knees. He slid a hand up my tail and squeezed its base, making me close my eyes as pleasure sparked up my spine. I bowed my head, panting.

“I can smell how turned on you are, Butterfly,” Brir snarled above me, his body pinning me down. His cock rubbed against my ass as he pushed my head down into the sheets. “I’m going to make you fucking scream,” he whispered into my ear before he caught it between his teeth. “You taste so fucking good.” Brir sat up and pressed his hand down on my lower back, angling my hips where he wanted them. Then his tongue was pushing into my hole, licking me.

The sensation of his warm tongue sent a powerful shiver up my spine, electrifying my senses. I gasped in surprise and pleasure, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. The way he held me down, relentless and predatory, had my body thrumming with anticipation.

The burning ache within me surged in response. His teeth grazed against my ass, followed by warm, wet lips that elicited shivers down my spine.

Every detail seemed heightened, every touch a burning brand against my senses. His tongue circled my entrance, teasing me to the point of delirium. My gasps turned into mewling pleas for more, my voice echoing around the room as I writhed beneath him.

Brir seemed to thrive on my reactions, his groans vibrating against my skin as he continued his tantalizing exploration. His hands roamed down my sides, tracing the contours of my body, which shivered in response.

His fingers brushed against my nipple, and it hardened in response. He smirked at the low, needy sound I made before he drew his mouth away, grabbed my hips, and flipped me onto my back. He leaned over, taking the sensitive bud of my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed it gently, making me gasp before his tongue swirled around it, soothing the bite.

“I bet I could make you cum just from playing with your nipples,” he teased, his voice a rough purr that sent ripples of pleasure down my chest. His fingers brushed against my other nipple, the sensitive bud stiffening under his touch. I moaned, arching my back to bring myself closer to him. I could feel him grinning against my skin, his satisfaction palpable as he toyed with me. His mouth moved lower, trailing kisses down my abdomen, his tongue tracing over each ridge and dip of my body. He paused at my navel, dipping his tongue in before continuing to move downwards.

He took one lick over the head of my dick. I cried out, and my back arched.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Brir said, leaning back on his heels. “Get back on your knees, hands on the headboard.”

Without hesitation, I complied, pushing myself onto my knees and firmly placing my hands on the headboard. My body was shaking with anticipation, my breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Brir moved behind me, his hands skimming along my back, sending shivers down my spine. He positioned himself between my legs. I shivered at the feel of his erection touching my hot ass.

“Now, you're going to keep your hands right there, Butterfly, and you’re going to let me enjoy this body. Do you hear me?” Brir leaned over my body, running his hands up my arms before he reached my hands and pressed them firmly into the headboard.

Brir's voice was commanding, and I couldn't help but obey. My heart raced as I felt his warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I nodded, lifting my head to meet his gaze. I could see the same intensity reflected in his eyes.

Another smack to my already overheated ass made me cry out. “Words, Artemis,” he snarled in my ear. “Answer me.”

Brir's cockhead pressed against my entrance, and I shivered in anticipation. “Yes, Brir. I hear you,” I whispered as he held me in place.

“Good boy,” he murmured, voice thick with anticipation, his hand fisting my hair, yanking my head to the side. He kissed the nape of my neck, trailing his hot mouth down my skin.

“You are mine, Artemis,” he growled against my lips, biting my shoulder before pulling away.

The center of my world focused on the feel of his body against mine, a tantalizing pressure at my entrance. Brir paused there, his breath hitching in anticipation, and my heart pounded in my chest. His hand tightened in my hair, silently urging me to show submission, to give him the satisfaction he yearned for. I would give him everything he wanted as long as he put that cock inside me.

He gripped my tail and pushed it to the side. “Keep your tail out of the way, or I will tie it to the headboard,” he snarled as he pulled my ass open, his thumb rubbing my hole.

I whimpered in response, my hair on end, my tail twitching at his command. He was right, of course. My tail had a mind of its own. I shifted slightly, allowing him better access.

I tried to keep my tail where he had put it.

The contrast between his roughness and the gentle way Brir's thumb circled my entrance was intoxicating. I wanted him inside me, needed him, but the anticipation was exquisite.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice barely audible as I arched my back to provide him with even greater access. He let out a low chuckle, the sound of a rumble against my skin. It was a predatory noise that sent goosebumps up my spine and tightened my stomach in sweet anxiety.

“Patience, Artemis,” he warned, his thumb pressing slightly harder against my entrance. His dominance was intoxicating, and I could feel my body responding to him in ways I never thought possible. I couldn't help but push back against his mouth eagerly. Brir's fingers found my entrance, and he gently probed, eliciting a low, feral growl from me.

“Brir, please, fuck me!” I pleaded, begging for him to fill me. I needed it so badly.

Brir grinned, his eyes dark and full of lust, as he inserted one finger, then another, stretching me. “You're so tight. It's going to feel so good when I'm inside you, but you need to be patient, Butterfly,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “You're mine, Artemis. I can’t just take you like this. You’re too tight. I could hurt you. I can’t break my toy, now, can I?”

A shudder ran through my body at his words and any resistance I might have had dissolved. The darkness in his eyes was too potent, too demanding to resist. I was indeed his. My body, soul, and mind were bound to him irrevocably.

His fingers continued their torturous dance, stretching and stroking me, preparing me for what was to come.

“I’m going to take you so hard. Going to breed this tight ass. Make you scream my name when I'm ready.” His words were like a blade of hot desire, slicing through my already heated body, leaving me even more desperate for his touch. I whimpered, the need for him consuming me, devouring every sense of reasoning. All I could think about was him, him, and only him.

I reached my hand back and tried to grab hold of Brir’s wrist. I wanted to pull him deeper into my body.

But his other hand knocked mine away effortlessly, halting my desperate attempts. His grip was firm as he pinned my hand above my head.

“Hands back up, Artemis, or I will ensure you don't cum for days.” My hand snapped back to the headboard at his threat.

“Good boy.” Brir's lips soothed my whimpers. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of my throat. My hips fucked back onto his fingers on their own. My heart pounded against my chest, and I could feel a heat building between my legs.

Brir paused his ministrations, taking a moment to look me over. His eyes scanned my body, taking in every trembling muscle, every bead of sweat that clung to my skin. He seemed to savor the sight, his dark gaze lingering on my hardened length that jerked in anticipation.

My body was on fire, craving Brir's touch and seeking the release only he could provide. The thrill of his dominance and control sent a shock of exhilaration through me. I wanted to beg for more.

“Please, Brir, I'm going to come,” I shouted when his fingers plunged back into me, my voice shaking as he zeroed in on my prostate, rubbing it mercilessly. I could feel his eyes on me. I turned to look over my shoulder. Brir’s dark red eyes looked back at me, filled with hunger. Then his mouth was trailing kisses over my ass.

“No, you won't. I haven't told you you can yet,” he said, his fingers not leaving my hole, but his tail unwound from around mine before it snaked under my body and between my legs, the soft fluffy tip tickling my balls, making them pull up close to my body. His tail wrapped around them, cinching them tight. A pained hiss came out of me as his tail pulled them away from my body, squeezing them so I couldn't come, no matter how much I needed to.

“You...” I choked out, gasping for breath as the intensity of the pleasure and pain mixed was almost too much to bear. I could hear Brir’s low chuckle, dark and promising.

“Me,” he confirmed with a smirk that I could hear in his voice, his tail flexing around my balls, making me gasp. His fingers, still buried within me, began moving in a slow rhythm that had me writhing underneath him. Each thrust elicited a guttural moan from me, the sensations so intense that my body started trembling.

“Asshole,” I gritted out between my teeth as my body pulsed.

“Hmm, I think I quite like that,” Brir mused, his voice low and husky with arousal. His fingers never stopped their slow rhythm as the tip of his tail rubbed teasing circles around my balls. The mixture of pleasure and pain had me seeing stars.

“You're fucking killing me.” I groaned, my hands gripping the wooden headboard as my body arched and twisted under his ministrations. My cries echoed around the room, desperate and pleading.

“That's the idea,” Brir murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers from me, only to add another, stretching me further, but not enough to match the heightening tension built inside me. I could feel the edge approaching, the precipice of ecstasy that was just out of my reach.

Brir's voice was a velvet whisper against my skin. The promise of pleasure and pain intermingled in his words. His touch was electric, his fingers probing into me with an intensity that drove me to the edge of sanity. His tail tightened, making tears prick at the edge of my eyes.

My breath hitched as Brir's tail tightened around my sensitive balls, causing a sharp pain that only heightened my arousal. I writhed beneath him, desperate for relief, but he held me just out of reach. “Please, Brir, I need you,” I begged.

My moans turned into whimpers, the exquisite pain a sharp contrast to the pleasure his touch brought. The mixed signals made my erection flag a little.

“You see, Artemis,” Brir said, his voice low and sultry, “I want you to want me more than anything. I want you to crave my touch, to feel the thrill of my dominance, and to know that you need me as much as I need you. But you are not ready yet, Butterfly.” Brir’s fingers ratcheted up my pleasure again, though the pain that he was causing me by squeezing my balls made me so confused. I pushed my hips back, rocking on his hand, needing those fingers deeper. “There is a reason I haven’t fucked you yet, Butterfly. I didn't want to hurt you.”

His voice was quiet; this time, there was no hint of playfulness, only the raw honesty that seemed to echo in the silent room. I could feel the weight of his words and their meaning, resonating with a secret fear lurking in the corners of my mind. His fingers slid out of me at last, but his tail didn’t unwrap itself around my balls as I panted against the headboard.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brir said, leaning over me. “I'm going to love filling you up,” he said in my ear. “I'm going to breed this hole, Artemis. Give you everything you need.”

Brir pushed in a fourth finger slowly. I sucked in a breath from the sting that tore up my spine as he pushed his hand as deep as he could, his thumb rubbing my ass.

“Shhh, I know, but you're almost ready,” Brir said, his breath caressing my ear as I panted through the pain. His fingers pressed in deep, and I felt his thumb caressing me. My cock jerked hard and smacked my stomach as he twisted his fingers back and forth. He started fucking me again with his fingers.

“Brir, please,” I begged, tears falling down my cheeks.

“You're not ready yet, Artemis,” Brir murmured as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. His tail finally uncoiled from my balls, retreating to its natural position. The sudden absence of pressure made me groan.

“But I need you,” I choked out, the words barely more than a whisper, a plea for more, for tangible evidence of the passion that crackled between us.

Brir's laughter was low, rumbling in his chest against my back. “I know, Butterfly,” he said. “But patience is key.”

He removed his fingers, the room's coolness grazing my bare skin. I shivered in anticipation. It was that particular ache, a yearning for more than a simple touch, more than the calculated movements he had accustomed me to. I needed him, needed to feel him inside me, to make him cum. Fuck, I needed him to cum inside me.

I felt his fingers retreat, leaving me gasping in the sudden emptiness. He pulled me to him until my back was plastered to his chest. Despite the burning need inside me, I found comfort in the feel of his solid form.

“You need me so badly, don’t you?” he said, licking the tears that escaped my eyes.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice weak yet desperate. “I need you now.”

He chuckled deep in his throat, and his eyes glinted with desire. “Then I'll give you what you need, my beautiful Butterfly,” he promised. The warmth of his voice seemed to seep into my very bones, a soothing balm to the raw need clamoring within me. His hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing away whatever tears remained on my cheeks. His other hand gripped my hip with surprising gentleness, a stark contrast to the wild desperation when he had fucked me with his fingers.

Gripping my hips with both hands, his wet fingers sliding across my skin, he lined up his cock with my body, slowly pushing into me until the head of his cock, as large as the rings that wrapped around its length, popped inside. I sighed in relief. I could feel my hole stretch again as he started pushing those rings into my body, each one stretching me. My body sucked more of his cock in. He pushed in painfully slowly. His dick was ribbed for my pleasure, and fuck, that turned me on so much.

He was taking his time, each deliberate movement causing a ripple of anticipation to course through my veins. The weight and texture of him entering me was an exquisite kind of torment, pushing me right on the cusp of the precipice but not quite over it. His hands were steady on my hips, guiding himself deeper inside me.

“Fuck Brir,” I whispered, my voice full of awe and desire. My mind blissed out. Everything started to blur as if the world were fading into the background.

I was focused down to the single point of him, the sensation of him filling me. His response was a low, primal growl that vibrated through me, stirring a wave of desire that threatened to consume me whole.

The way he moved within me was careful yet intentional. Each thrust, each glide, was perfection personified. Each stroke was slow, letting my body adjust to his imposing size, feeling every ridge and contour of him as he stretched me to my limits. His hand massaged my hip with a gentleness that belied the strength beneath his touch, his grip firm yet considerate. I could feel each muscle in my body straining, each nerve pulsating as they responded to his deliberate movements. His fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of electricity in their wake that sent shivers down my spine.

He leaned over me. His hand left my hip and tangled in my hair, turning my face towards him to kiss me roughly. It was a dirty kiss, all tongue and teeth, as we tried to get more of each other.

Brir ripped his mouth from me when he bottomed out. Waves of pleasure coursed through me, and I moaned loudly, ‘pleases’ falling from my mouth.

The air in the room grew heated, the tension crackling between us like a live wire. Brir's breath hitched in his throat as he held himself steady inside me, his gaze never leaving mine. He was a wall of solid, hot muscle behind me, and I could feel every contour of him against my body.

“You feel so fucking good, Butterfly,” Brir growled, his voice thick with lust. “I'll never let you go.”

His voice was a gentle, throbbing bass that resonated within me, soothing the aftershocks of the pleasure coursing through my system. He stilled momentarily, allowing me to adjust to his full length and girth nestled deep inside my body before he slowly pulled out of me, stretching me again as each swollen ring passed my tight hole again. I moaned, biting my lip to keep from crying out too soon. I could feel every inch of his length inside me, and the sensation was indescribable.

“I don't want you to,” I managed to breathe. The words spilled from my lips before I could think, carried away on the waves of pleasure that flowed over and through me. His smile was feral, a predator's grin that made my heart pound in anticipation.

Tears welled in my eyes, not from pain but from the sheer magnitude of raw pleasure that continued to surge through me. A soft whimper escaped my mouth as he moved back in, even slower than before.

“You're so fucking tight, Artemis,” Brir panted. “I will remind you how much you belong to me.”

Brir’s words were a heady aphrodisiac, their effect more potent than any physical touch. I trembled when his hands went to my shoulders, holding me in place as he pulled out once more.

“Remind me, Brir,” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. “Show me again how much I belong to you.”

His hips snapped up, cock tunneling into me so hard that a scream tore from me. He did not relent; his movements were complex and passionate, and each stroke more satisfying than the last. His hot breath fanned across my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

“Such a sweet melody,” Brir murmured against my ear as he started to move in earnest. “I could listen to you scream all night long.”

He began to thrust in and out of me, and I could feel my ass stretching, accommodating his girth. My tail lashed wildly as Brir claimed me, and I could feel the pleasure building in my core.

His words only fueled my passion further, and I found myself meeting his every thrust, my body craving his touch. As he continued to thrust into me, his pace quickened, his breaths becoming more ragged.

“Harder, Brir,” I gasped out between thrusts. His grip on my shoulders tightened, his nails digging into the flesh, but the pain only heightened the pleasure. He groaned a deep rumble in his chest that vibrated through me and gave me what I demanded. His movements became frenzied.

With each thrust, he slid deeper within me, awakening pleasure I had never known was possible. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, matching the rhythm of his movements.

“Oh, Brir, please,” I begged. “Fuck me harder!” My skin was slick with sweat as he obliged, his hips pounding into me with a primal force.

The room echoed with the sounds of our sweat-drenched bodies slapping against each other with a rhythm that was music to my ears.

“Look at you, so wet and needy. I fucking love seeing you like this,” he growled. His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me. I could feel my body trembling with desire, willing him to continue.

My body arched towards him, seeking more of his touch, groaning in delight when he buried himself even deeper. My heart pounded in sync with his thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

Brir’s lips found mine again, swallowing my gasps and cries as he continued his relentless pace.

His hands tightened on my waist, holding me in place as he drove into me with wild, ferocious abandon. My body responded with equal intensity, moving in sync with his, my ass clenching and unclenching around his thick cock. I could feel the pressure building within me, the anticipation of release growing with each passing moment.

My cock jerked against my belly as he pounded into me as if he could read how close I was. His tail gripped my balls again. I cried out as he kept me from coming without his permission.

Our eyes locked, and a silent communication passed between us. The raw intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine, fueling the already raging fire within me. He saw the plea in my eyes before I could voice it; he understood what I needed.

“Brir,” I managed to choke out, my voice breaking.

“No,” he growled in response, his voice strained with desire. “You're not allowed to come yet, Artemis. Hold it. I’m not ready for you yet.”

The torment was exquisite as he denied my release over and over again, the tension mounting with each denial. My body was on the verge of explosion; every nerve ending felt raw and overly sensitive.

My claws dug even deeper into the headboard. It cracked and splintered under my hands. Brir’s tail unwound itself from my balls. He growled in my ear again, grabbing both my wrists and pulling them off the headboard. He tilted me back against his chest as he pounded into me, and my head rested on his shoulder for just a second.

“You're so close, Butterfly,” Brir groaned, his breath hot and heavy on my ear. “I want to see you come for me. I need to see your face when I claim you as mine. When I breed you.” Brir pulled out, panting, to hold onto his control before grabbing me roughly by the back of my neck and tossing me back onto the bed on my back.

He was between my legs in seconds. Grabbing my ankles and yanking me towards him, he pushed back into me. Heat pooled into my belly as his tail wound tightly around mine, spiraling down its length as he pushed back into my body, falling forward over me. His fingers gripped my shoulders as he started pounding back into me, holding me to him.

His body covered mine, a force of heat and power. He was impossibly hard, every muscle straining as he fought against his own need for release. The force with which he rammed into me was beyond anything I had ever experienced, his pace relentless and brutal, but it was exactly what I needed.

“Tell me, Artemis.” Brir's voice was raw, scraping over my already frayed nerves as if a jagged edge were dragged against sensitive flesh. “Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, his eyes blazing with an intensity that seared my soul.

“I'm yours, Brir,” I groaned, the words forced out of me by the relentless pounding of his body against mine. I could feel the sweat dripping from him, sliding down my body to pool on my belly.

His eyes blazed brighter at my submission, ecstatic satisfaction flashing in their depths. His pace quickened, his body slamming into mine with even more force. The sound of our flesh meeting echoed through the room.

“I need to hear it again,” he commanded, his voice strained and husky. His tail tightened around mine. “Say it again.”

“I'm yours, Brir,” I screamed, my voice a raw echo in the room. The fire in his eyes surged with delight. He was a beast satiated by my words yet hungry for more. His rhythm grew more erratic still, his powerful body grinding against mine with feral urgency.

Then, the barbs on Brir's tail stiffened, plunging into the soft scales of my tail. Heat rocketed through my body as euphoria pulsed through my veins. My orgasm nearly ripped through me like a bolt of lightning, shattering all thought and reason. Every nerve ending screamed in ecstasy as I writhed beneath him, my body convulsing in wave after wave of pleasure.

“Brir!” The name was a scream on my lips, torn out by the sheer force of my pleasure. “I’m going to come!” I warned him.

My breaths became ragged as Brir's thrusts became more intense, each one creating more pleasure than I'd ever felt. His tail was still tightly coiled around mine, adding to the sensations consuming me. Pulling at my spine each time he thrust into me, I felt my body stretch, gaping open to welcome him back again every time he pulled out.

“No, you’re not,” Brir growled. “You can’t now.” I didn’t understand. The pleasure should have been making me shoot all over myself, but nothing was pushing me over the edge.

“Wha-what have you done?” I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. His grin was feral, teeth bared as he continued his relentless assault. It felt like pure torture now, the pleasure on the brink of pain.

“It’s the venom,” he panted. “You’re mine. All fucking mine. You can’t cum until I breed you now. You’ll only cum when I do.”

His words echoed in the room and resounded in my mind. A strange sense of fear and anticipation mingled within me as I comprehended the implications of what he had said.

“Is that… even possible?” I gasped out, my body quivering under his as he continued to thrust into me. I was trapped in the throes of pleasure, teetering on the brink of release but unable to cross that threshold until Brir decided it was time. The raw hunger in his eyes told me he intended to keep me suspended on this precipice until he was done with me.

“Oh fuck! It’s starting,” Brir ground out between his teeth. “I’m swelling.”

The sensation was unmistakable. Brir grew larger within me, his already formidable size swelling until I could feel every ripple, every vein of him pressed against my most sensitive flesh.

His eyes met mine, and I saw the hunger there. The desire to possess and claim. My channel felt like it was getting tighter around him. The space that he had inside of me was shrinking. My eyes bulged, looking up at him when I realized that his dick was swelling inside of me.

Brir's smile was feral, looking down at me. “That's right, baby. My cock gets bigger when I'm inside of you, and your veins are loaded with my venom. I can fucking smell it. It’s fucking intoxicating.”

His free hand moved to grip my thigh, hoisting my leg up and over his shoulder to afford him a deeper penetration. With each thrust, I felt myself stretch impossibly wider to accommodate him. The feeling was overwhelming, intense, and unlike anything I had ever experienced. Pleasure coursed through my veins.

“I can't–” I tried to protest, my body straining against the sudden intrusion, but Brir silenced me with a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming every corner as his own.

“You can. You're taking it so fucking well. Your body is fucking meant for me,” he murmured, his voice a deep growl against my mouth. “And you're going to take every fucking inch,” he punctuated those last words with a hard thrust, making me whine.

My tail writhed wildly. The swelling head of his cock pulsed with every thrust, matching the rhythm of his hips.

Brir's tail slowly tightened around mine, mimicking the constriction he had earlier placed on my balls. I could feel the tension building within me, the desire to surrender to his dominance becoming more potent with each passing moment.

Brir's fingers dug into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he further claimed me. His eyes were wild, ruby orbs gleaming with lust and possession. There was a stutter in his rhythm as his hardness pressed so fucking deep.

My ass was stretched wide, accommodating his massive cock as he pulled almost completely out, the huge head stretching my rim and keeping him inside of me before plunging back in, and I loved it. I wanted him to claim me in every possible way, to make me his.

My chest heaved with each labored breath, my back arching as desperate moans filled the air. The groan that erupted from Brir was a guttural sound of pure satisfaction, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps as he relentlessly pounded into me.

His hand clamped down around my throat, holding me down.

My fingers clenched around the sheets, my knuckles turning white as the bed creaked beneath us. He was everything—his scent, his taste, his touch. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. I could feel him everywhere, which only served to fan the flames of desire coursing through my veins.

“I’m going to breed you,” Brir growled.

“Yes, Brir, fucking take me,” I moaned, my body shaking with the intensity of it all. “Fuck me like you own me. Breed me!” I all but screamed.

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the pleasure building within me. My body yearned for him. I writhed beneath him, eager to please, his cock rubbing intensely over my prostate. The pleasure made me lose my fucking mind.

“You belong to me, Artemis,” Brir snarled, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. “And you will never forget it.”

His words sent a flux of power through me, and I realized that I honestly did belong to him—that I was his, and he was mine.

“I'm yours,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire.

He moaned, his eyes closing from my words, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he held me firmly in place. His cock felt like a brand, marking me. The pain and the pleasure melded together into a raw, intense sensation that I knew I could never escape.

“I'm going to fucking breed you, Artemis. There is no doubt of that,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “You'll remember who owns you for the rest of your life. Now come for me.”

Brir continued his relentless thrusts, his eyes never leaving mine. His growls and grunts filled the room as he worked to claim me completely. With each powerful surge, I felt like I was breaking open, surrendering to our desire's raw, primal nature.

My body shook with the intensity of the pleasure, and I writhed beneath him, helpless to resist the building tension. I could feel the wetness of my juices coating his cock, then suddenly, without warning, another wave of euphoria rushed through me.

His hips stuttered, and with a final, powerful thrust, Brir filled me, his cock ballooning and pulsing rhythmically inside of me. I could feel it pulsating. Brir’s cock swelled, then deflated and swelled again. It was like a pulsing, living, breathing thing inside me. I sucked in a breath as he stretched me and cried out. My name was the mantra on his lips as he came, filling me with his teeth bared, fingers bruising my shoulder as he came inside me.

I tightened around his legs, wrapping around his body and pulling him deeper, needing him closer.

As I felt the pleasure break within me, I focused on the sensation of Brir's cock deep inside me, marking me as his own. My body shook with the intensity of the moment,

With a cry of surrender, I came hard, my ass clenching around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Brir watched me with triumph and possessive pride, his tail still tightly coiled around mine as I rode out my orgasm.

“Fuck yes!” I cried out as my dick pulsed, cum pouring out of me and pooling onto my chest.

“Take it, Artemis!” he commanded, his voice strained with effort.

I screamed his name, my body trembling with the force of the ecstasy that gripped through me. The pleasure built higher and higher within me, my vision going white until it was too much to bear, but he didn't stop fucking me.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I lay there, wrapped in his arms, exhausted but complete.

For a moment, we were lost in the intensity of our connection, our bodies locked together. His cock pulsed inside of me as its length shrunk back down. His cock head was still swollen inside of me.

Brir rolled his hips lazily, fucking his come into my body, pushing that colossal cock head against my prostate. I cried out, my hands scrambling over his sweat-slicked skin. He chuckled into my shoulder as he peppered wet kisses over my skin.

“I fucking love you so much,” Brir breathed. His hips stilled. “Give me a minute, and I will pull out. I have to wait for the head to go down,” he said, trailing kisses over my neck and shoulder on my over-sensitive skin.

I nodded weakly, still unable to speak as the aftershocks of our intense lovemaking continued to ripple through my body. As we lay in each other's arms, our hearts finally slowed.

After a few minutes, he pulled out of me slowly and carefully. His cock was smaller, but the swollen cock head still stretched my rim as it popped out, making me moan into his shoulder. Brir’s cock no longer kept his release inside of me, letting it dribble out of me. I felt both empty and somehow filled at the same time.

Brir flopped down on his side, wrapping me up in his arms, tracing languid patterns on my skin, smearing my release all over me.

The soft purr of his breath was a reassuring rhythm against the hum of silence surrounding us.

“I love you too, Brir,” I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion.

His eyes softened, and he smiled down at me. “I love you more, Artemis.” His voice was rough and gravelly. The pitch dipped with the weight of his affection.

He pressed his lips lightly to my forehead, a silent promise lingering in the contact. I felt my heart swell at his words and the depth of sincerity in his eyes. I closed my own, surrendering to the warmth of his body against mine, to the peace radiating from him.

Brir pulled away, climbing off the bed before his arms swooped under me, lifting me with the gentleness he consistently showed me.

“Where are we going?” I asked, lolling to the side, my words slurring.

“Shh. I will take care of you,” he said. He turned me in his arms, encouraging me to wrap my arms around his neck. I was too blissed out to care. His hands held me up by my ass as he walked us into the bathroom.

He held me carefully, his powerful arms making me feel safe and cherished. Walking us to the bathroom, he hit the lights and gently lowered me onto the cool marble counter. The sudden chill of the surface made me gasp, but his warm hands immediately covered my own, thumb soothingly rubbing over my knuckles as he turned the knobs of the shower on.

Brir's hands moved expertly, adjusting the water temperature. The sound of the running water created a soothing background noise that pulled at my tiredness. I leaned into him, closing my eyes as his fingers touched my skin in a comforting caress.

I didn't raise my head off his shoulder. I didn't even open my eyes when the water hit my skin. Too blissed out from my orgasm to even care. Brir sat on the little ledge of the stall, holding me in his lap as he cleaned the sweat and cum off my skin.

The water cascaded down our bodies, soothing our aching muscles and washing away the evidence of our intense lovemaking. Brir's hands gently caressed my skin, his thumbs tracing the outline of my hips as I let exhaustion pull me under. I let him care for me as I fell asleep in his arms.