Page 10 of Bred By the Wolfman

Wow. That’s exactly the kind of thing a girl wants to hear. Each drive of his cock is pushing in deeper, and deeper, but never further than I can take it. He lowers his head to nuzzle underneath my braid.

“You like it, my dear?” he murmurs quietly, still moving with precise, slow strokes as he ventures farther into me with each pump of his hips. “You want all of my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” I whimper, rather pathetically. “I want it. And your knot, too, Bill.”

He groans on top of me, and his strokes speed up. He’s gripping the bench even tighter now, so the whole thing rocks with each of his motions. Now he’s truly deep, the thick lumps at the root of his cock making themselves known.

“Open up,” he says, licking the bare skin at the nape of my neck. “Even your fucking sweat tastes great.”

Why is that so erotic? I moan as his knot tries again to push through my wet pussy. Each stroke fires off another round of sparks, while the pointed head of his cock drags over something wonderful inside me. I’m so tight, so wound up, so swollen and yet those twin bulges are pushing their way in one thrust at a time. Soon it’s most of the way inside me, and I’m no longer moaning, but screaming at how close my orgasm is. I’m sprinting towards the light, gripping my bench as tight as I can until I feel like I might simply burst open if I don’t come.

“There we are,” Bill murmurs in my ear as I shriek. “Give it to me, Amanda.”

It’s not my name, but I’m still fucking toast. My whole body climaxes, one immense shudder, and my voice completely stops in my throat. The wolfman growls something primal and deep, and shoves his huge knot through all my tightness, down deep where it belongs.

Where it belongs.

Then, just as my finish starts to wear off, he gets bigger. That cock of his swells up even fatter, and my pussy riots. I come again, hard, harder than I ever have, and this time I scream. I clamp down tight around him, keeping that knot firmly wedged inside me.

We both pant, and droplets of his drool fall onto my back. He got so worked up for me that he can’t control it. But my need has been growing for so long, so intensely, that my body wants even more.

As limp as I am, I manage to push my hips backwards, moving him inside me. The wolfman lets out a helpless moan, and actually drops some of his weight down onto my body.

“Wh-what are you—” he begins, and then I thrust my hips back again. He shatters. “Oh, Amanda.”

“Do it again,” I say harshly, because I’m desperate. I’m needy. And so what? I’ll take what I can while I can, thank you.

Bill inhales sharply, and then slowly, raises himself back up. His huge hands find my ass, and he pushes even further inside me, letting out a tortured groan.

“I can’t believe it,” he mutters, more to himself than to me. “You’re amazing, I... fuck.” I’m so full of his come that it’s making obscene, wet sounds as his knot starts to move back and forth inside of me, just a fraction of an inch at a time. But the sensation is so intense that I’m very quickly heading straight over the bridge again.

“So sensitive,” Bill says as another tiny orgasm rocks my body. His knot has started to recede, so he gently withdraws it...

And then thrusts it right back in.

We go at it, my wolfman fucking me until I’m wailing, until my body is so overstimulated that all it takes is the rub of his knuckle on my clit to send me spiraling, again and again. Never did I expect this was possible, not on this planet, in this lifetime.

But when there comes a loud knock at the door, we both freeze.

“It’s been more than an hour,” an irritated voice calls. “Time to wrap it up.”

Bill lets out a chuckle behind me. “I guess I had better come in you one more time,” he says, trailing the tips of his claws down my spine. “And make sure it stays there.”

I feel my mood dip at this thought. If we’re successful today, which we surely will be, then we won’t get to see each other again.

One last time, he unloads, and I’m so worn out I simply collapse against the bench. He drops down on top of me, knot secured, and rubs his face against the back of my head.

“I’m glad they chose you for me, Amanda,” he says quietly. “You’ll be such a good mother for my cub.”

I know he means biological mother, not emotional one, but it still makes my heart lurch.

Maybe Liesel was right, and I made a huge mistake. But at least I’ll get to keep part of him, for a while.

When his knot comes down, Bill gently pulls out, and covers my pussy with one hand. He leans forward, nuzzling his wet nose under my hair.

“Amanda,” he whispers. I try to turn my head, because all I want is to tell him my real name, so this doesn’t have to end. So he can come and find me out there. “What is—” he begins.

But then the door to the room flies open. “It’s time,” an angry voice says behind us. “Your session is over.”

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