Page 28 of A Wulver for the Week

Minerva’s pussy is doing a grand job strangling my knot as her walls milk me and her cum drips down my chest.

“Did I pee?”

“Squirted. But if you had peed, I wouldn’t care. It was because you were coming so hard.”

“Is... Are you stuck in me? That thing—the knot? It feels like it’s wedged in me so tight it’ll never come out.” Minnie rockson me in bliss, her passion-wrecked body shimmying weakly, sliding against me as she supports herself with her palms on my chest.

She looks so beautiful on top of me. Under me. All over me...

“Not that I’m complaining. This... I feel like I’m going to come again already.”

“You’re probably going to come a few times over the next hour,” I say, my jaws clamping down. When she shifts forward, it’s like a hot, wet ring of suction around my knot. I can imagine Minerva sucking my cock. I imagine her wrapping her hand around my knot and squeezing it, pumping and stroking every inch of me while she looks up at me. I tense my muscles to stop from shooting right then.

“An hour?”

“I’ll come, and then my knot will shrink down. But it doesn’t happen fast. But, on the other hand, you’ll have a nice hard cock inside of you for a while.” And a puddle of cum that would fill a champagne flute.

Oh, fuck, I’m a dirty-minded monster right now, because I suddenly picture Minerva sipping from a champagne flute filled with my—

A howling snarl rips from my chest as cum floods from my cock. Her walls immediately throb with my release, and I can feel her coming again, her harsh curses fading in and out of my ears as my brain damn near short circuits from the overwhelming relief of letting loose in her hot, pink tunnel.

She topples back, but we’re stuck together. For a moment, I get a heavenly view of her stuffed pussy, strained and spread until her lips are shiny from stretching around my knot. Not a drop of my cum escapes, thanks to how I’ve plugged her.

Marked her. Mated her.

“Was that good?” I ask.

Minnie just moans and shifts forward so that she can lie on my chest. “Incredible. And crazy. And hot. Are we really stuck together for an hour?”

“Give or take.”

Minnie props herself up on me, her elbows on my shoulders as she looks down on me. I can see her lips tremble, and then she bites down on her lower one as another spasm of pleasure rocks her. My hands come to rest on her hips, and I rub us together, hoping to keep her pleasure going for longer as I rock her pussy against my lower abdomen, my cock still buried inside of her. “You should stop,” she whispers, but her face is slack with bliss.

“But I want you to enjoy our first time so much that you’ll want to do it again and again,” I whisper.

“Oh, honey. That’s a given. No, you need to stop because I have you right where I want you.” Minnie gives me a playful smile and wedges her elbows down harder. “You’re pinned, mister, and now I can interrogate you. I want to know everything about wulvers, monsters, and all the other things I’m missing.”

I smile and sigh. “That’ll take way longer than an hour, love. Good thing I’m yours forever.”

12: Tying the Knots

“Ifell. I stepped on a shell, and I fell. Yes, Grandma, that does rhyme. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. A day of massage and pampering is just what I need.” I smile and wave off the nineteenth inquiry into my well-being as I limp toward the Reflections Day Spa.

I may be walking like I’m in pain, but I’m actually floating in the biggest pleasure hangover I’ve ever had. Probably that anyone has ever had.

Craig says monsters live among humans, and if humans weren’t so closed-minded and afraid of people who look different, they’d see them. He also says there are way fewer monsters than humans left in the world, so when they meet someone—my heart is singing and skipping around my chest here—they make every effort to make a lasting, happy union. For wulvers, protecting and helping are key personality traits.

I think of how Craig woke me this morning by licking me toanotherorgasm after he ruined me with a half dozen last night. Caring for their partner’s pleasure is apparently up high on the list.

“Honey, what happened?” Gerri, draped in a lush white bathrobe that says “Bride” in gold letters on the lapel, rushes to meet me at the doors of the perfumed, softly lit spa entrance.

I can tell her. My eyes sparkle as I lean close to whisper, “Craig’s fault—and the fool asked if he could carry me to the spa since he was the one who left me tottering around like Great Grandma Verna without her walker!”

“Oh, my gosh! That’s amazing. Girl, you shouldn’t have kept him a secret for so long. He’s perfect for you. The way he looks at you...Mmhm! I’d be jealous if Barry wasn’t looking at me the same way!”

“What’s the hot gossip?” Cora arrives, her phone out and her new nails flashing with little diamond appliques.

“Craig is a love machine,” Gerri rats on me.

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