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He slides two fingers into my pussy and fingers me along with his cock in my ass, his thumb occasionally swiping over my clit, giving me just enough stimulation to keep me on edge, but not enough to help me come.
I get a few minutes of that treatment before he pulls his fingers out and just starts spanking my clit with those wet soaked fingers. His cock is still throbbing inside me, and I think it is starting to… oh, no. Oh, god. It’s…
I start making muffled sounds behind the gag as his cock starts to expand inside me. He’s not just going to come in my ass. He’s going to knot inside me.
He’s getting bigger and bigger with every thrust, my tender ass feeling each and every bit of expansion. I am so fucking tender. It feels like every part of my insides and outsides, my skin, my nerves, every single fucking cell I have is being ruthlessly dominated and completely claimed.
I can’t move. My ass is so full I can barely stand it. My alpha’s knot is so big I feel it every time I breathe. But he is not going to show me the slightest bit of mercy. Instead, he sets aboutoverstimulating my clit by alternately rubbing and slapping it, forcing me toward an orgasm I can’t properly enjoy because it is happening while I am effectively impaled.
The sounds I am making through the gag are truly desperate.
“That’s right,” Conroy growls down at me. “You’re starting to understand it now, aren’t you. I can see it in your eyes. The desperation. The fear. The realization that you are mine, and crossing me means that you will suffer. This will always happen to you, Kita. I intend to keep you, to breed you, to make you mine, and to demand complete and total submission from you. I don’t need you to like me. I will take your fear if it means I have your obedience.”
With that tyrannical declaration, he comes inside me, his seed filling my ass, kept in place with the knot of his cock, my orgasm mixing with his as he pinches my clit and fucking demands that I give him another one of my filthy, desperate climaxes.
I don’t quite faint once I come, but I feel very light and very weak and the pleasure doesn’t feel so much like pleasure as it feels like being thrust into a whole other dimension of being. Conroy has taken every bit of my resistance and disobedience and turned me into a whimpering, shaking, sweat-covered submissive.
As his knot softens, he slides from me. His fingers remove the gag from my mouth. But he does not say anything to me, and I do not say anything to him. He takes his wolf form instead, and begins to lick the sweat from my back and shoulders, lapping me in a way that is strangely comforting.
He could consume me if he wanted. One snap of those jaws would end my life. But I am safe with him. My bad behavior is not safe. He clearly intends to rout that out of me one roughpunishment at a time, but me, myself, the little thing that hides, that is more protected than ever.
I slide out of my human form, leave my sore ass and aching pussy behind and take refuge in fur and fang. He follows me still in his animal self, offering real comfort. Wolf Conroy grooms me as I lie beneath him, cleaning my face and my neck and flanks.
I fall asleep under his brutal, dominant, but loving care.
CHAPTER 8
Conroy
She’s a perfect little creature. I know she has suffered, and I know I have contributed to that suffering, but sometimes pain is the only way to handle a situation like the one she chose to create. It was worth it, and I am glad she did it. I’ll take one snapping mark on my calf for the rest of my life if it means finally sensing the deep, trusting, happy submission she is showing me now as she curls up with me.
Tomorrow she’ll be her human self again. Probably trouble all over again. But tonight we are more bonded than we have ever been before. She finally understands what it feels like to be cared for by me, not just dominated roughly by me.
Sure enough, morning comes, and Kita is almost back to herself. I rouse myself in my human state, because that’s the form I need to be able to think and plan in. She has taken that form as well, out of sheer habit. I wonder if her animal submission will start to leak into her human self at some point.
“I don’t want to get up,” she complains as she feels me move.
“Then don’t. Stay where you are.”
She is curled up under the single blanket we managed to bring with us, looking remarkably cozy for someone who is asleep in the dirt, naked.
We used to have everything. We were lords of the port, rich beyond rich. The place has been routed and scavenged by now I am sure. Everything we gathered. Everything we worked for.
Tailor had talked about insurance. I assume he’s joking. There’s no insurance on illegal smuggler ports. We’re broke. We have the dirt, and we have the sun, and we have the air, and if we’re lucky, we will have some water. We’re back down to the absolute bare minimum.
There’s some freedom in it, not having any responsibility besides the one I have for the mate snuggling at my feet. I just need to feed her, shelter her, make sure she is happy and bred. We could find some caves and live out here.
Damon has the fire going and strips of meat roasting on skewers. He’s been up and hunting and providing, and he’s procured enough for all of us.
“Thank you,” I say. “And not just for the food, but for what you did for her. For us.”
He nods with a little smirk. I think he’s saving his words for Kita. Cute.
“Thanks for hunting,” Tailor says, coming up, dressed in the same clothes he escaped in and looking visibly annoyed by it. This is a man who had a laundry installed at the port to suit his own needs. He likes to bring an air of refinement everywhere he goes. He is being challenged by these conditions.
“We need to find a new home,” Tailor says. “We can’t live like animals forever. We need a proper place to live. Somewhere suitable to raise whelps. Somewhere in the countryside, perhaps.”
“We don’t have any money, Tailor,” I remind him.
