Page 58 of Bred By the Wolfman

He climbs up and brackets my head with his arms. “What is it?” he asks, concerned. “The cub?—?”

“No, no.” I run a hand up his neck, behind his ear, then down his cheek and snout. “I just... please, fuck me.”

A huge grin takes over his face, and he reaches down to palm his big, wet cock, which has long extruded from his furry sheath.

“Most happily,” he says. “And I’m going to take you while looking at you, too.”

He slides me up the bed so he can kneel between my legs, where he focuses intently on his task. I still can’t fathom how something that size fits inside me, but when the soft, pointed head slides in, I have to accept that it does.

And oh, how well it does.

Russ groans as he buries himself just a quarter deep, then pauses to look down at me.

“Is that all right?” he asks. “Is anything painful or uncomfortable?”

I glare at him. “What are you talking about? You feel amazing. Please.” I hook my heels into his ass, right at the base of his tail, and Russ buckles forward. Then I squeeze him inside me, and he whimpers. “More.”

Rising up above me, he grabs my thighs with both clawed paws and shoves his cock deeper. Oh, there we are. That’s him again—and this is where he belongs.

With me.

RUSS

There is no bliss like being buried inside your mate’s cunt.

I thrust gently, shallowly, making sure not to go too deep until I know she’s opened enough for me. But Dee gets frustrated with me quickly.

“Russ,” she says, burying one hand in my scruff. “Do it like you mean it.”

The primal, ravenous energy I’ve been trying to hold back rolls out of me, all at once. I reel my hips back and then plunge into her, sinking my cock in her heavenly body. She welcomes me with a cry, and it’s most certainly a cry of pleasure.

She’s so warm, so fucking wet, and with every stroke her channel flutters around me. My Dee feels like complete and utter heaven.

The harder I thrust inside of her, the more her belly jiggles and her swollen breasts bounce. I’m entranced by her, how her mouth falls open and her eyes go wide as I sheath myself even more fully inside her. It isn’t long before I’m deep enough that my knot is teasing where it wants to be.

“Russ!” she cries, and I’m so happy it’s my name, my real name, this time.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, lowering my snout to her ear and licking the shell of it.

“M-m-more.” She cries out louder when I sink even further into her, as the flared edge of my knot starts to spread the lips of her pussy apart. “I want even more wolfman cock!”

Oh, my woman knows exactly what to say to me. I will fuck her better than that human man could ever dream of. I will make love to her, and show her exactly what she means to me.

“Yeah?” I crouch down lower, hovering with my nose just barely touching hers as I pump harder with my hips. “You want this? All of it?” I pick her up by the hips and lift them up off the bed so I can get an even better angle, and then I push even more of my knot into her—taunting her, teasing her.

I’m really the one being taunted and teased. The thought of myself completely buried in her, her belly swollen full of my cub, has me so close to my release that I’m doing breathing exercises to hold it back.

“Yes, I want all of it!” She moans and sobs for me as I pump my hips faster, and I’m glad I have carpet this time so my claws can hook in as I drive into her, forcing her pink, swollen pussy to open wider and wider for me. Soon she’s not moaning but crying out, her fingers buried in my fur like claws. There’s nothing in the world that compares to this, my body singing to hers and hers singing back, a memory and a reflection of that very first time I walked into that sterile room and saw her waiting for me.

Dee drags me down close to her as my cock makes a wet squelch with each pass through her. But I haven’t fucked her in some time, and her small body is struggling to take all of me. She’s quivering, so close to her climax, mewling and crying my name, but I can’t let her tip over yet. I’m going to savor her, worship her, and remind her why she’s mine—and I’m hers.

Instead of pushing harder, I slow down my pace and swirl my cock around inside her, opening her even more for me. She moans and bucks, frantic for me to thrust again, so I push my knot in as far as it will go and then draw it out, until Dee is writhing and whining and clutching me tight with her iron thighs.

“Russ!” she demands, and I feel her belly press into my own when she drags me down closer to her, using the sensitive flesh behind my ears. She looks into my eyes, and presses a kiss to my snout.

I take the opportunity to kiss her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth, before I finally shove my knot all the way inside her.

There’s an audible pop! as it fits in, and Dee lets out a cry. I pull it free and then thrust it into her again, over and over, and now she’s screaming my name.

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