Page 27 of A Wulver for the Week

“You didn’t give me a chance to do that.” Minnie licks her lips, and I laugh.

So happy. Can’t believe this is real. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe it’s an erotic dream that feels like reality.

If that’s the case, I’d better make the most of it.

“I’m going to pound you until you come. And then pound you until that sweet little secret paradise of yours can’t resist me for another second and lets me in. Can you feel how your pussy kisses my knot? Tease. Giving him just a little lick when he wants to be buried inside,” I rasp as I lift her legs, bending them back at the knees so they fold to her chest. With her hips up, I slide in deeper than ever, feeling my cock pressing against her cervix, then shifting to find the little pocket of space I can burrow into just beneath it. I know Minerva would know the technical term. She’d probably also point out something medical, like how stretchy the human body can become with practice and time.

I like to think that it’s magic. That we’re meant to be.

THIS MAN IS GOING TOturn me inside out. He holds my legs to my chest, bending me double. It’s hard to breathe as the stretching sensation of his cock inside of me makes my eyes roll back. All I can do... is let go and enjoy.

For someone who wants to be in control, who has been marching along to her own drum, making things happen on her own terms... It’s bliss. “Fuck me, hard, just like that,” I moan, gripping his forearms as he works away inside of me, softening me up on every thrust. I can feel the pulsing in my pussy becoming erratic as his tempo speeds up.

“I want to feel you come on my cock,” Craig growls. He maneuvers to support his weight on one hand so that the other slides to my folds, centering on my clit. He rubs furiously back and forth while he’s buried so deep inside that it flirts with pain.

But pleasure is the winner. My softened, stretched walls begin to constrict with a purpose, and the wetness pooling to ease his entry makes slick splashing sounds as his fingers fly back and forth over my nub.

Craig does something—not sure what. He’s back on his knees, pulling my ass up into his lap while my legs are still folded to my chest. I’m a pretzel of pleasure—no, one of those pretty, swirly pink seashells. “What?” I pant, the only word that works with the crushing sensation of being fucked and folded and thoroughly loving it.

“Want you to come on me. Come properly.” Craig’s voice is equally broken from exertion.

I don’t know what he means. Come hard? “I’m close,” I grunt through gritted teeth, feeling the familiar ripple of pressure that radiates from deep inside to my external pleasure center, my clit, where Craig’s fingers are slowing slightly.

“Have you ever given a good gush when you come?” he asks.

“Gush?”

“Push out and down like you have to have a wee.”

“A wee what?”

“A... Never mind, push out and down.”

I’m going to ask later where he learned this because Mr. Mild-Mannered Secret Wolf should not also be Mr. Sneaky Sex God.

Although, if he is, I’m not complaining.

With a sudden snarl that makes my eyes go wide, Craig lunges forward, hips up and scooping into me as his palm flattens to my belly. The orgasm that was building in me doesn’t just arrive—it attacks. The spiral of pleasure in my pussybecomes a tourniquet under my clit, a throbbing, pulsing need that comes out of me with a banshee scream and a long, hard rush of fluid. First one, then another, and finally a third before my brain can ask if peeing orgasms are a thing or if I just had the “I thought it was fake all this time” squirting experience.

“That’s it! That’s perfect!” Craig crows and yanks me up to his chest as he flops back. We’re still locked together, but now I’m on top, too weak to ride him. My legs are made of jelly, and I don’t think they’ll be back until tomorrow.

“Baby, I... What?”

“Gravity, Minerva,” Craig whispers, eyes shining, and pulls.

“Ohhh!” I screech in surprise as my soaking, spasming slit gives under wulver strength and gravity.

My mind fizzles out.

I think Craig just managed to stuff his whole knot inside my pussy.

And I didn’t die.

What’s more... I think this thing is going to make me come again.

MY FATHER WOULD KILLme. He has always said partners have to work up to knotting unless I were to marry an Orc, shifter, or wulver maiden built to accommodate such things.

Humans aren’t. Fortunately, knots can squish down a bit once compressed.

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