Chapter 7 #2
I feel how I am bottoming out. My cock, even without the knot, takes her passage to its limit. And godsdamn it, ancient instincts tell me she needs to take all of me and the knot, or the bonding will not be complete. I will see it done.
If my knot is going to go inside her, there is only one place left for the head of my cock to go.
It should not arouse me. A civilized male would be horrified to take such a beastly course upon such a sweet and gentle mate.
I am not civilized. I am a beast.
And the hot little mewling sounds of pleasure she makes as I batter the entrance to her womb tells me our cherished mate is not averse to a little pain with her pleasure, and she is about to come in ways that will blow all our minds.
EVANTHE
Another growl vibrates against my back. The sharp bark is pressing into me. My pussy is stretched wide open around his impossible girth. I’m so wet, and he is so slick, and even though my inner muscles quiver in protest, there is no escaping him.
His hips thrust fast and powerful, his cock battering into me over and over again.
This is sinful.
Yet my pussy still spasms joyfully around his girthy rod.
My moans are wild and wanton. No longer human. I am nothing but a vessel he ravages and takes his pleasure from, breaking me on his monstrous cock as he fills me.
The nerves already awakened by his tongue spark and flutter on the brink of more. Every thrust drives me deeper into the tree bark and knocks on the entrance of my womb.
I think he is all the way inside me, but something is not quite right. Forgotten knowledge, like I am remembering a past life, tells me the thing I sense is his knot.
And I can feel it, the thick swelling pounding against my entrance and surging, stretching me, with every powerful drive of his hips. My body strains to accept him, fluttering wildly in unearthly pleasure.
He growls lowly, drooling where he nips my flesh to hold me still. It trickles down my throat and slides all the way between my breasts. It should disgust me, but rather, it only arouses me, for it is an indication of his great need and pleasure.
He is wildness itself, the apex predator; I am merely a form of prey.
I have no choice in this, cannot escape him, nor deny him; I exist only for his savage use.
He saved me and, for that, I owe him everything.
I am his to use as he chooses. And still, there is beauty in submission.
To yield is to be freed from obligation, from worry.
None of this is by my will, yet to be his is to be liberated from every chain society ever forged.
His growls take on a savage note as he pounds into me relentlessly.
A thicker part burrows deeper, forcing my flesh to yield.
His pace quickens impossibly. I feel the bark scraping into me even more, cutting into my flesh.
Chunks of it splintering under his claws.
It seems of little consequence compared to the cataclysm unfolding inside my womb.
He snaps deep one last time. The swelling bulges past my entrance, and the head of his beastly cock penetrates my womb.
I scream. It feels like I’m being torn in two—like he is breaking me. He jerks against me, his hips rocking furiously, his cock flexing inside me. The sensation is monstrous, but then again, so is he, and yet somehow my body tumbles over into dark, twisty, soul-destroying pleasure.
Another scream tears from my lungs as my pussy contracts over his thick cock and the swelling that is lodged inside me. He growls and drools over me, hips jerking, seeking to get deeper still. More and more of his hot cum pumps into me, swelling my belly until it begins to ache.
My pussy throbs from the great strain of taking him thus, his seed filling me. More drool slicks my throat, his teeth worrying deeper. And I lie there panting as my pussy spasms and sparks all around him in a savage climax that rips the last shred of humanity from me.
Gradually the furious jerking of his hips slows to a stop.
He eases his teeth from my flesh. It stings greatly but is soothed when he purrs and carefully licks over the wound.
His legs are shaking, and his body braced over mine.
I dare to move, but it makes my pussy clench around his cock in ways that are not all pleasure and awaken me to the monstrous strain of taking him.
He settles a little more weight onto me, pinning me still. His purr takes on a lighter cadence, rich with gratitude. His clawed fingers stroke my hair in surprising gentleness as he makes the sweet crooning sounds again.
We remain stuck together, pulsing and throbbing and sparking in echoes of pleasure.
And all the while, his cock flexes inside me and pulses out more cum.
My body feels like it has pitched into some kind of fever.
The way we’re locked together—the deep, pervasive sense of soreness inside.
Every time it flexes, it triggers me to squeeze over him again.
“Goddess, please,” I beg.
He rumbles lowly and lifts his hips. The knot tugs at my entrance, and my ass lifts with it.
“Oh, it won’t budge! Please do not pull!”
My pussy refuses to yield his hot flesh, sucking over him harder as I wail and thrash.
It suddenly pops out, and a great gush of cum spews in the wake. My body goes limp against the fallen tree. I ache all over and feel battered and bruised inside.
He vaults over the tree to stand beside my head. The air shimmers, and a young, hirsute man replaces the werebeast.
I blink up at the huge male with dark hair and bright blue eyes, with his wild, tousled hair and beard that spreads into a thick mat covering his chest and belly.
Oh my, he is so stunning I almost forget how to breathe.
And he just… did all of that… to me… as a werebeast!
Worse, I let him—I enjoyed it!
His lips tug into a sinful smirk as my cheeks go up in flames. I feel like I am meeting him for the first time, even after all we have just done.
“You are well claimed, little mate,” he says in a deep, rumbly voice that is not so different from that of his beast.