Page 14 of Lycan

“I will rut you,” he bared his teeth. Withdrawing his cock came with a sinful, wet sound. I could feel moisture leaking out of me with how turned on I was.

He slammed back in without allowing me a breath, I gasped.

“Yes, whimper for me, human.” The dip of the thickness at his base popped out wetly. A whine crawled free. I did what he ordered, because I couldn’t help it.

He slammed inside me again and again, taking, claiming, devouring and I rode an unfamiliar pleasure blooming between my legs. He’d made me orgasm before, but this felt like it came from a different place. More intense, more visceral. My fingers clawed into the grass and foliage, crumbling dried leaves. I felt tighter than a bowstring.

His next rut tossed me into oblivion. My hearing faded until I could only hear my violent heartbeat madly pumping in my ears. Whines spilled from my lips, mingling with pleas.

“Fenrir,” I whimpered.

A vibrating purr echoing from his chest raised the sensitivity in my body.

I dug my heels into the ground, thrusting up to meet his demanding pumps. The orgasm washed through my limbs with a crash, but I wanted more. My pussy throbbed around him, clutching him tight. I gripped tufts of fur on his chest, yanking and tugging. The vibration in his chest ratcheted up another notch.

His cock slammed into me hard, and he ground into me without pulling out. His fur pressed against my inner thighs. So so soft. I whimpered, grinding down on him. I didn’t think itcould feel any better, but then the thickness at the base of his cock swelled.

I stopped breathing.

His animalistic snarl reached through my pleasure. It swelled and swelled . . .

Warm cum jutted inside me. He roared, tossing his head back so he was framed by the moon. Such a majestic sight. I followed him over with moans and whimpers, gyrating on his thick, wet shaft.

My toes curled. My limbs trembled . . . everything in my body flared to life and I could feel every inch of him inside me.

I’d thought it was impossible for him to fit, but he was firmly planted inside me. The mind-bending throbs subsided with each panting breath. Until I lay under him, an absolute puddle of pleasure.

Grass rustled under my shoulders. My hips remained at an incline; his palms lifted from the ground to cup my hips. The slight prick of his claws caused me to tighten around him. A guttural groan escaped his maw. Breaths huffed from my lips in quick bursts. My goodness, that felt unreal, yet, so unbelievably impossible I couldn’t have conjured it in any fantasy.

Finally, my breathing leveled out so I wasn’t a panting mess, but the pressure at my sex remained intense. I relaxed in his grip, expecting for his cock to slide out of me, but nothing happened.

Oh-my—I was stuck!?

“Fenrir, why can’t I move?” My voice shook.

“I have knotted you.” His chest puffed out. Was he proud about this? Knotted? What did that even mean?

His head lowered and he sniffed my temple, releasing another round of rumbling purrs. In response, my core fluttered around him.

I squeaked at the overload of sensitivity. Now that the wave of immediate release had abated, reality settled in. The ground was hard and uncomfortable. And only where his fur touched me was I warm. A shiver crawled up my spine.

Fenrir reached under me and in a smooth motion, he turned until I settled on top of him, still secured on his cock.

My legs fell wide against his waist and my clit pressed against his fur.

I gawked down at my stomach, there was a roundedness to my belly bulging out. His cock seemed to have rearranged my insides to fit.

“How am I not dead?”

“My release,” he grunted, claws flexing into my thighs.

“Um, what?”

“Rest on me,” he grunted, palming the back of my head to force me down. The bend forward pulsed his cock and knot inside me, eliciting pleasurable tingles.

I ground down, whimpering.

So, his glowing cum had side effects . . . I had no thoughts or words.

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