Page 31 of Wulver's Flame
I released her mouth with a final kiss. Wet. Soft. Ours.
“Vargr,” she breathed, reaching for me.
“No,elskan mín,” I whispered, pulling away, though every part of me ached to stay.“This is the moment the gods carved for us. What we do now cannot be undone.”My love.
She slowly placed her face into the nest, her hips in the air, waiting.
I rubbed her flank, reaching for my dripping cock.
Eldmær mín.My fire maiden.
Her fingers gripped the fur, grounding her as I parted her flame-haired sweetfold.
Sköll growled as I pressed into her cavern.
Our heart and growl became one.
“Já, fullkom mér,” she moaned, pushing back to swallow my cock.Yes, complete me.
I smiled, gripping her cheeks in my hands, spreading her open for me until I saw her pink folds envelop my cock. Her heat and slick welcomed me. My fingers tightened as I used the blunt head of my cock to press against her maidenhead.
By blood and bone.
I winced as the rut tried to take over.
“Nú, helvítis!” she cursed at me.
Sköll erupted, and I thrust into her, breaching the barrier in my path.
She let out a single muffled cry.
My fingers dug into her flesh, marking her inside and out. There was no turning back. I eased back and thrust again, deeper.
And again. Her cunt danced around me as she howled in pleasure and pain.
Her slick coated my turgid length.
I snapped, pulling back, and I snapped my hips forward until her straining hole struggled to take my length.
“Jà, Jà,” she screamed.“Harder.”
She was never a weak mortal. Even now, with her blood smeared across the length of my cock she demanded more.
I moved my hands to her hips to hold her upright and gave her what we both needed. My thrusts escalated as I plunged into her fiery depths until her slick dripped down my bulging knot.
With each delving thrust, I grunted while she cried for more until her voice was hoarse. An age-old rhythm that would end with my seed-surge in her womb.
“Yes, feel me carve out your insides, Liùsaidh. It's not over until you drench my cock and take my knot,” I snarled, moving her hips back and forth.
When her slick did its work, I banged my knot against her glistening slit. Again and again, I battered it until she bloomed, opening for me.
I roared when my knot broke through her folds, but it slipped out again. I reached for her shoulders, yanking her up and ploughed into her.
Not enough.
I repeated the thrusts countless times as she sobbed and begged for my knot. When she softened her insides, it slipped in.
All of it.
