Page 76 of His to Hunt

“Yes, I’m a needy little cumslut,” I groan, my words so muffled by his hard cock that I’m not sure he even hears me.

But he hears enough for his cock to jump violently as he shoves it down my throat again, blocking my airway for a moment before I can breathe again.

His grip on my hair is too tight for me to move. All I can do is suck, wiggle my tongue, and take his entire length as he continues moving in my mouth. He settles into a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, using my throat for his pleasure. The rhythm gets faster after several minutes, and his wet balls slap against my chin. I gag and choke, but keep sucking, desperate for more of his rough dominance.

“If you keep sucking like that, I’m going to rut your greedy mouth,” he threatens, but that just makes me suck harder. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to fuck your mouth until you’re choking on my seed.”

My moans give it away more than the muffled “Yes” that slips past my stretched lips.

He said he would rut every hole, so I’m expecting it. If my eyes weren’t hidden behind the blindfold, I’m sure they would be glowing with the fire pulsing through my core. It would reveal my greed even more than my muffled words and soft moans.

“Fuck,” he groans, his cock swelling more, stretching my lips wider.

His other hand twists a chunk of my hair around his fist. Both hands are in my hair now, tight against my scalp, dragging my lips along his shaft while he hammers his cock into my throat, fucking my face. I clutch the silk tied around my wrists, using it for leverage. A new feeling blooms in my chest and I realize I like being used for his pleasure. It’s making me so wet and turned on, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get some attention where I need it most.

“Mm,” I groan, the sound barely more than a vibration, but it’s all I can manage with my mouth this stuffed.

He ruts into my mouth savagely, forcing the thick head down my throat again and again. I suck dutifully, my tongue caressing the sensitive underside of his shaft. Every time I swallow his cock, I taste more of his impending release. The salty pre-cum coats the back of my throat, growing along with his growls.

“This is so fucking good, I wish I could knot your mouth,” he moans, slamming his cock into my mouth. “But you’re about to get what you’re begging for with all those sweet noises.”

He pumps his length down my throat a few more times, then a primal roar of satisfaction tears through him and he buries himself deep. His knot swells but doesn’t fully form. Then his cock erupts in my throat, and I swallow frantically, every rhythmic contraction of my throat causing hot ropes to jet down my esophagus. He stays in my mouth, and I clean every inch of his length with eager strokes of my tongue before he pulls back.

“What are you trying to do? Make me come again?” he chuckles, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips while I lick the head.

I groan when he pulls his dick completely out of my mouth. “I can’t help what the frenzy does to me any more than you can.”

“I can smell what it’s doing to you,” he says, untangling his hands from my hair. “And that scent tells me you need your tight little pussy rutted until you scream.”

I feel a pulse of arousal and a gush of slick runs down my thighs. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been rutted until I’m a screaming mess, but I love it. Especially now that I get knotted every time he does it. He moves behind me and I raise my ass, because that’s all I can do with the restraints holding me in place.

“If I haven’t bred you yet, this is damn sure going to do it,” he declares confidently, tracing his finger along my bottom hole. “Then I’ll claim this, just because I fucking can.”

“Yes, I want it all,” I gasp, my mushy brain unable to focus on anything but the pleasure I’m craving.

“You’re going to get it,” he promises.

I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge my soaked entrance, then he slams in with one brutal thrust. It’s so rough and aggressive my entire body jolts forward against the restraints.

“Victor!” I cry out at the sudden overwhelming fullness.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He grabs my hips and starts rutting me like a beast. The silk bites into my wrists and thighs every time his hard cock slams into me. The thrusts are so deep and violent they cause my breasts to swing, nipples rubbing against the mattress, making me whimper louder.

Every impact makes my ass cheeks burn because they haven’t had much time to recover between spankings during the frenzy. I realize it’ll be even redder after this when I feel his hand crack against my ass again.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet for me,” he groans, spanking me harder. “You’re still full of my last load and you’re creaming my cock again. The frenzy makes us perfect mates for each other, doesn’t it?”

“It does,” I moan, then I cry out when he slaps my ass several times in a row. “Ow!”

“Was that too hard?” he chuckles, slapping my ass even harder.

I’ve got safe words I could use, but this isn’t anywhere near yellow. I don’t think it would be possible for him to be rough enough to get a red out of me during this frenzy.

“No! Aaaaaiiyyyyy!!” I squeal, the slap followed by thunderous thrusts that knock the wind out of me. I gasp for air, then I can’t believe what comes out of my mouth. “Spank me harder!”

“Good thing the frenzy makes you heal faster, or else you’d be burning for days,” he growls, laying into me with a flurry of stinging slaps that make my pussy ripple on his length until I erupt in bliss.

“Oh yyyeeesssss!” I cry out.