The head of his cock notches at my entrance and my whole body tightens. His huge warm hand slides down between my breast and over my soft stomach.
Relax.I suck in a deep breath and try to let my muscles go soft. He answers by pushing the thick head inside me. My exhale turns intoa shaky moan. He pulls back slowly then drives in again, feeding my pussy more of him, inch after slick inch, until he's buried all the way, his heavy balls pressed against the crease of my ass. I've never been so full. He leans over me, hot breath brushing my neck.
Alright, my mate?
"Move, please," I whine, arching hard and trying to fuck myself up onto his cock, but he grips my hip and holds me in place while he starts thrusting.
The way his ridged cock drags along my walls, stroking that sweet spot deep inside, feels so fucking good. His thrusts getting longer and deeper.
He lets go of my shoulders and I slump, head dropping into the cool soft grass. Hound's hand slides up my side and locks on my throat, pressing me down but not cutting off my air. I barely notice. All I feel is him driving into me, rubbing every sensitive nerve.
My tits bounce with every thrust. His low grunting growls pull the heat tighter in my core. All I can do is fist the grass and moan.
Take my cock, mate. You take it so fucking good. I'm going to rut you so deep you'll feel me in this tight pussy for days.
God, he's right. I meet his thrusts as much as I can as they turn shorter and sharper. One hand slips between us to grind against my clit and that's all it takes. Pleasure slams through me hard. My whole body clamps down around him as I scream into the night, not caring who hears.
Hound keeps thrusting through my orgasm, dragging it out while wave after wave hits me. His rhythm gets short and frantic, the thick knot at his base stretching my entrance with every push.
"I don't know if I can take that," I gasp as it presses in again, working a little deeper before pulling back, teasing me open. It's raw and feral and the hottest thing I've ever wanted.
You can take my knot, little mate. I'm going to bury it deep and flood this snug pussy with my seed.
Thank God for IUDs.
He thrusts again and again, forcing it deeper each time. I've never felt so full. Until the knot finally pops inside and the sudden pressure against every swollen nerve sends me straight into another orgasm. I whimper as my pussy clenches tight around him.
He snarls, leans down, and clamps his jaws around my shoulder. His teeth press firm against my skin without breaking it as he comes hard, pumping me full of hot seed.
Conall
Ivy shakes beneath me and I'm still trying to pull myself together. My jaw loosens and I gently let go of her shoulder. My stomach drops in relief when I realize there's no blood and I didn't accidentally hurt her. At least, not that way. Still I need to soothe. At this point, it's biological instinct. I can still see the indents where my teeth pressed into her skin. My tongue finds the edges and licks. Her breath stutters beneath me.
I band an arm around her middle and lift her, sitting back on my ankles and pulling her with me so the knot doesn't tug. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me closer, hugging me around the middle.
"I like this, and it feels nice," she starts. "But how long do we need to stay out in the woods?" She swats at something with her free hand and I chuff. "I don't like bugs."
Normally a mated pair would have to stay together until the knot decreases. Which can take hours,I explain. My hound's voice layers over mine. Finding a mate has closed a bit of the rift between him and I.
"Hours?" she near-screeches.
But,I go on,I know a shortcut.
"What kind of shortcut?" she asks. Always so suspicious.
This may feel weird.
My limbs snap and pop. Parts of me collapsing and reforming. After so many years, it's not painful anymore but it's always uncomfortable. Like putting on your least favorite outfit.
My cock changes too, the knot reducing and disappearing. I'm still buried in her tight body, but we're no longer stuck together. I move her, sliding her off my shaft. She curls into me instantly. Head tucked under my chin, arms wrapped around my torso, face buried in my chest.
"Are you okay, Freckles? Are you hurt?" God, if I hurt her in hound form, I would never let that side out around her again.
Ivy shakes her head, the cold tip of her nose tracing between my pecs. "So good," she mumbles. I want to howl knowing I've pleased her.
Instead I scoop her into my arms, not wanting her to risk her feet. I hadn't realized until after that she had no shoes on. I examine her feet, but they look unbloodied. Just a few surface scratches. Her arms loop around my neck and I nuzzle into her hair, loving her sleepy, well-loved scent.
"You were perfect for me, pretty mate,” I say. “You took my knot so well."
