Paul picked up my ankles and smacked my naked butt. “I am not a dog. I am a wolf. I serve no man. I can’t be tamed.”
“Yes, sir,” I giggled.
He put me back down and took his own clothes off. His erection was so fierce that I couldn’t imagine how he’d keep his promise not to hurt me, but frankly I didn’t care. I had been waiting for this for years and I didn’t want to wait another minute. My wolf agreed too, though the necklace meant she couldn’t come out to play with us.
Paul knelt on the bed at my feet and parted my lower lips to lick my pussy with his rough, wet tongue. He sucked and nibbled on my clit, that low rumble of his now adding a very pleasurable level of vibration which had me dripping like a ripe mango. The room began to spin around me. My sighs escaping my lips grew as hot as his breath on my labia. I reached back to grab a pillow as an electric shock rocked my body. My thighs quivered as my body convulsed and my legs tried to lock around his head.
He fought the leg clamp brought on by my orgasm and pushed my thighs open wide as he climbed over me slowly, kissing his path to the top, from my mound to my belly, to my breasts. He lingered there a long while, sucking on my nipples as one of his hands massaged my breasts and the other dug into my ass. Then he kissed my chest as he worked his way to my clavicle and to my neck. He kissed the pulse point of my carotid artery which throbbed with the intensity of my heartbeat, and the heat of my arousal. He was sucking so hard on my pulse that I was sure he meant to leave a mark. Then he moved up to my earlobe and bit it lightly before whispering in my ear.
“There’s no easy way to do this, Sunshine, but if you trust me and relax into it, I promise you’re going to come much harder than you came with my mouth alone.”
“I trust you, Paul.” I sighed softly. “I need you so badly.”
He kissed my lips, and my eyes, and my cheek, running his fingers through my hair with one hand as the other adjusted his cock between us. The velvety softness of his slick head stroked my folds before he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Yes,” I murmured.
With one steady thrust he broke through my shield, steadying me as I buckled against the pain. He kissed me softly, resting inside me, unmoving, until my walls adjusted to the invasion.
“Tell me you want more,” he said, speaking against my lips.
“Yes,” I whimpered, moving my hips against him to urge him on, my nails digging into his back.
Paul began to stroke softly, barely leaving me before pushing deeper. Then his strokes intensified slowly as he stretched my sheath to suit his needs. He coaxed my body to warm to him, to cede and submit, until he was slamming into my cervix. My core delighted in the friction, the stretching and the ache.
Soon, I could feel myself ready to go over the edge again, but Paul stopped me by pulling out. I whimpered a complaint.
“Listen, now,” he said. “I’m going to go in all the way. We’re going to be knotted for a while. I don’t know how long. It depends on your body, but this is the fun part, okay?”
“Yes…” I’d forgotten any other words at that point. My body was so full of sensation and my mind was operating on another level. All I could do was say yes to Paul—to whatever he wanted, whatever he asked.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, the hunger returning intense and greedy as he plunged into me, pulling out and thrusting back in, beyond what felt like the limits of my vagina, pounding the door of my womb, each time pushing me to new depths of need. A ravenous ache burned within me like a wildfire. Sweat broke out on my skin. I felt my orgasm cresting again, but this time my sex wasn’t just fluttering. It was convulsing. It felt like I could crush his cock with each penetration, like my pussy could squeeze the life right out of him, which I suppose was exactly as nature intended.
Paul’s invasion of my body intensified to get through my quivering muscles, until his face contorted with a growl. He hit my cervix so hard I thought he might tear it wide open. The head of his dick felt like it had swollen, his shaft harder, and then I felt the knot penetrate me too. My pussy stretched to take the thick root whole and then contracted to grip him tight; he was locked deep inside me as a howl escaped my lips and I came with all the ferocity of a tornado.
“That’s it, Puppy, milk me good,” Paul said though ragged breaths, his voice deep and husky. “Take it all. It’s all yours.”
“Fucking hell!” I cried out as the orgasm continued, my head reeling from it, my vaginal muscles kept contracting and releasing, keeping time with my pounding heartbeat. Each time my pussy squeezed, his dick grew harder. His knot vibrated inside me, pulsing with each ejaculation.
“It’s wonderful,” I panted as my sex continued the glorious, seemingly endless quivering, the knot of his cock continuing to feed a need deep within me. Paul was a veritable endless fountain of cum, a source of life stronger than any hidden magical springs in all of Everlasting. He was my Alpha, and he would always fill me until I dripped like the lustful ravenous bitch that I was. My well would never run dry. I smiled at the thought.
Then he rolled us over on the bed so that I laid on his chest with him still inside me. I bit his bulging pec and he turned us over again, to bite my nipple in retribution. Then he flipped us a third time and pushed me up to straddle him sitting upright. I stretched my arms over my head as the orgasm continued, pulling my hair up, and moaning like the wanton woman I’d become.
“Fuck,” I cried out again. “Fucking hell!” I shouted, my voice trembling along with the rest of my body. “This is…everything.”
Then Paul reached up and took off my necklace. “It’s not everything,” he said through a jagged breath, “until you’re free.”
Almost as soon as he removed the chain from my neck, my wolf showed up to play. But it wasn’t the full wolf. Instead, it was my wilder half-form. My nails extended and my canines stretched, my vaginal muscles gripping my mate even harder. He met me halfway, his body and penis growing even larger, his face fierce as his were-form took over. He took over and flipped me on my back again and started thrusting but not pulling out. I had him locked completely now, the seal between us unbreakable. He took full advantage of his hugely swollen cock and his strong hips to hammer into me with a vengeance. I tore at his back with my claws. He howled before biting my shoulder. I wondered whether he would leave another half-moon scar there to match the one he’d given me years earlier as a deterrent to any rivals, but I imagined that my super healing powers might erase it.
I hoped not, though. I wanted to be able to keep his mark as a memory of this first time—a badge of love.
He turned us again, but this time, without breaking our connection he spun me around on his cock as if I were on a spit, sliding me to the side and pressing my face down against the bed as he marked my back with his claws. Then he crouched over me, humping deeper as his hands held mine down on the mattress.
“A taste of tomorrow,” he growled at my ear.
“I can’t wait,” I snarled back.
“That’s my bitch.” Paul dug his claws into my breast, hard enough to pinch but without drawing blood. I marveled at his control over his beastly nature.
I came one last time with a series of tight vaginal spasms that rocked both of us and had us howling in unison. Then we collapsed on the bed together, as Paul spooned me against his body, licking the bite at my shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you better than this for the rest of your life,” Paul promised. “This is the worst you’ll ever have.”
“I really fucking needed this,” I panted. “How long does the knotting usually go on?”
“As long as your greedy cunt pleases.”
“It really is magic.”
“You’re magic, Sunshine,” Paul said. “I should never have denied us this pleasure. Do you forgive me?”
“I’ll think about it,” I teased.
“I love you, Puppy,” he said, after a long moment of blissful silence during which we both settled into skin. “Be a good girl for me, won’t you?”
“I’ll try, Papi,” I said, rubbing my sore butt up against him. I felt raw from the inside out, but also utterly blissful and free.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been so happy.
“You have to do better than try,” he said, “I don’t enjoy punishing you.”
“That’s not true, Papi,” I said. “It makes you hard when you spank my ass.”
“Playful spanking is one thing. Having to punish you is different. And I can’t help getting hard. That ass of yours is fucking amazing.”
“It’s your ass now, Papi.”
“Yes, Puppy.” Paul kissed my neck while grabbing a handful of my buttock and squeezing hard. “It is.”
This content is linked through SNP’s newsletter! Don’t miss out on all the free content! Add your email below!