Page 13 of Cursed Wolf

Narah is gorgeous, bent over with her back to me. I adore hearing the sounds she makes. It’s selfish, but I love her being in heat. I’m in heaven, every inch of her scent saturating me, and I never want this to end.

After a full day of traveling, the night brought the cold. When we reached a small rogue town offering a room to rent, we decided to rest. No one asked questions, and we were left alone. With the undead out there and Narah’s heat, we had no choice but to check in for the night.

She grabs hold of the side of the couch she’s leaning over, her sweet ass in the air, legs spread. My balls tighten and buzz when I glance down, watching the way my huge cock spreads the pink lips as I slide in deeper. My girl is leaking, making it easier to glide in and out. With her body going through the wave, her insides are on fire, and I feel it on my cock each time I thrust.

Faster. Faster against her pussy.

“You are fucking everything to me,” I call out as I plunge my long length into her hole.

Glancing to my right, where Nikos sits in a chair, giving me the death glare, I grin. The bastard is writhing against the thick rope I used to tie him to the chair—his arms behind him, his ankles restrained, even his mouth. I don’t need to hear his filthy words while I’m enjoying my girl.

Laughing is a lot more difficult when you’re pussy deep and being squeezed into a state of Nirvana.

“Don’t look at me that way,” I say to him. “She’s gone into heat, and you deserve this after you got a blowjob and left me hanging. I’m doing you a favor and giving you a front-row seat to the show.”

Purring, Narah looks over her shoulder at me, her cheeks flushing, sweat collecting on her brow. Lust clouds her eyes, and I know she’s struggling to focus on anything but the pleasure devouring her.

“I’m going to take my time, Narah, and give you exactly what you need.”

Nikos thrashes, the chair jumping, but I don’t have time for him, not when I’m humping Narah. She wriggles her ass, demanding more.

“Tell me this is what you want. Scream it out.”

“Don’t stop,” she groans. “Harder.”

Reaching forward, I curl my hand around her hair, fist it, and gently pull her head back.

“I’ll give you everything, my greedy girl.” I take her with force, just as my beauty requested. My vision blurs as I let myself go wild. We’re rocking so hard, the couch slides back and forth with our fucking.

Looking at me, she mewls, and her body slightly jolts. She’s close, and my cock squeezes tight, the end already swelling into a knot.

I want her exploding with me, both of us screaming. I’m so fucking close. I rub her clit with my finger, then pinch it. She shudders beneath me, suddenly tenses, and she’s convulsing. Her screams are beautiful as her cunt squeezes my cock. With me growing and her constricting, the squeeze is unbearably delicious.

“More,” I growl, joining her tune as I burst, cum spurting inside her. One hand is on her ass, the other tangled in her hair, as wave after wave of my seed pulses out.

Narah’s making the most delicious sounds, almost bird-like chirps as she floats down.

Knotting inside her and flooding her is intense, and my breathing is rushed. I couldn’t stop if I tried. She’s my addiction.

After a short time, I calm down, and she’s panting beneath me. The heavy fog of her heat has softened, and the air in the cabin is that of sex. Releasing her hair, I run my hand down her spine, her skin soft and tender. Wrapping my arms around her middle, I lift her.

“How are you feeling, my little bird?” I ask as she leans against me.

“I’m still buzzing.” She giggles, sounding slightly drunk, and it makes me grin. “I had no idea an orgasm could be better. Everything feels a hundred times more sensitive, more heightened.”

“You were incredible,” I coo, lost to how soft she felt as she arched against me. “I can so easily lose myself to you.” I embrace her, knowing she’s mine until the end of time, until my last dying breath.

“We’ll take it slowly,” I whisper to her, taking my time, already feeling how soft her body is from exhaustion. With me still locked in her pussy, I take her weight, pressing her back to my chest, her ass cushioned against my groin, and turn around.

Nikos stares at us with huge eyes. I forgot about him. My bad.

“Guess you’re free to go now,” I say, walking Narah right past him, her head lolled back against my shoulder. I tug the knot at the back of the seat, the one I’d tied for easy release. He can undo his ankles and mouth gag.

By the time I get into bed, Narah is cradled in my arms, my knotted cock embedded in her, and she’s breathing heavily.

“I’m so tired,” she whispers.

“I’ll hold you, gorgeous. You’re safe.”

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