Page 18 of Lycan

“What are you doing?” His grip on the back of my neck flexed. “How can you still be hard?” I gasped.

“You.”

He pulled me toward him so fast I put my hands on the sides of his thighs before I smacked face first into his bobbing cock.

“Be still,” he ordered, pulling me closer.

“Fenrir.” I shoved at his large, oddly jointed arm.

“I will heal my female.” Heal my female? . . . Heal with hiscum? He’d been healing me. The realization smacked me across the face. The scratches really had been as bad as I’d thought. They’d started to heal from the first moment he forced my mouth to his tip.

He looked down at me from high up, taking hold of my chin between two claws. If I moved my head, they’d rip through my cheek.

“Fine,” I huffed.

He was already moving before I said anything. The single-minded monster would not be swayed. Fenrir did as he pleased.

“Taste me.” Both my eyebrows went up on my forehead. The order reached into my gut and roused desire to life.

“Fe—” I choked on my sentence. The rounded tip of his wet cock shoved against my lips and stopped my words. He rammed his hips up, forcing past my lips. My jaw creaked with how wide I had to open my mouth.

Tears flooded my eyes, and I tried to speak, but was unsuccessful.

I sank my teeth into the tip before he rammed right through my esophagus and killed me via cock impalement. That wouldbe so traumatizing. He hesitated at the feel of my teeth, and he jerked back, giving me the chance to turn away.

“You have to be gentle.” I gasped. His head cocked. “Do you want to kill me?”

He recoiled, his large grip releasing me. His cock bobbed in front of my nose. An orange glow reflected off the pink, wet shaft. The base had already started swelling. Cum beaded at the tip, the orange color making my mouth water. I could taste the remnants of his sweet precum on my lips and I licked it clean.

“I do not want your death,” he rumbled in his growly voice. The corner of my lips helplessly twitched up. He sounded so scolded. Like how I sounded the time I accidentally over-watered the roses wrapped around the front of the house, causing them to wilt and die off.

I gripped the base, right above the knot. The knot pressed against the side of my pinky and palm. That massive base had swelled so much inside me—and I’d taken it—and loved it.

I wet my lips and leaned forward, pressing against the head where his moisture leaked. The sweetness exploded on my tongue. It tasted so good I couldn’t hold back my groan. I peeked up at him. He was laser focused on me, his upper lip curled, exposing his deadly, sharp incisors.

Gliding my palm up, I squeezed hard. A loud rumble vibrated his body. I flicked my tongue out, licking the flat of it around the protruding tip. There was the slightest ridge circling the head.

When I moved my hand down, a guttural groan exploded through the room. I did it again, rubbing up his shaft and licking the tip, swallowing the sweetness he offered me. Warmth flowed through my veins. My eyelids lowered. So delicious. I stretched my mouth around him, working to fit my lips around the head. A flick of my tongue caused his hips to twitch, driving his cock further in.

His tip shoved against the back of my throat, making it difficult to breathe or swallow. I pointedly grunted and he relaxed his thrust.

The stretch to fit him wasn’t as painful, but I could still only fit about three inches of him inside my mouth. I eased off him, licking as I lifted.

A draft kicked up and movement caught my attention. He was wagging his tail. I peeked up at him and his eyes were closed, head tipped back.

How . . . cute.

Lust bloomed in my gut and expanded outward. Dipping my head, I flicked my tongue up the shaft. Cum dribbled down the sides and I lapped it up, taking all he offered.

A needy whine escaped the terrifying monster. Having him fall apart because of me made me feel powerful. I wet my lips. His pleasure made me want to slide myself on him again, but I wanted to see him come undone just from my mouth. Taking him with both hands, I gripped him, my fingertips struggling to touch with how large he was.

One squeeze of his length caused a gush of release to spurt into my mouth and I swallowed the delectable taste. I wrapped my lips around his tip again and pumped his shaft, stopping at his knot.

His hips twitched with each of my movements, but keeping hold of him kept him from ramming into my throat and breaking my neck.

A whine spilled from his muzzle and his claws tangled in my hair, gripping it hard. The pinch faded with the gush of release from his cock. I shivered, pumping and licking, relishing in every inch of the monster’s cock.

Heat traveled down my throat and spilled through my veins, chasing away the slight chill of the early morning. He shuddered, head falling forward, his large body bending.

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