Page 94 of Feral

That part of myself that wanted to breed her, rut her until she passed out, lunged to the fore. My mouth latched onto the matting mark on her should and I bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to release the latent mating hormones stored there. It wasn’t something I thought I’d ever do to her, but the second I did, she screamed out a moan and her cunny released a rush of wetness, making her ready to take me.

My mouth released her and I sat up and hooked my arms under her thighs, raising them up as I spread them wide. She was panting now, mewling out little cries as I rubbed my cock against her. The instinct to protect my mate overpowered the desire to just bury myself in one stroke. I had to make this good for her; it was even more of a drive than to see her belly fill with my seed.

So I held her eyes with my own, keeping her hips elevated as I slowly sank into her. I wasn’t halfway when her head rolled back and she cried out again.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded, “I want you to come on my cock.”

With a shaking hand, Daphne reached down and began to touch that perfect little pearl at the top of her pussy lips. With shallow thrusts of my hips I sank deeper into her with each pass. She was so tight, so hot and perfect that it was only by the sheerest luck that I didn’t shoot my load before I’d even made it all the way inside of her.

“More,” she whimpered when I was half way there. “I want…I want all of you.”

So I gave her more, grunting and growling as I went deeper. When my knot was right at her entrance she bowed back and gave a long, obscene grunt. I was butting up against her clit and swirled my hips to press more even as I thrust. She came with cry that sent me into a frenzy.

Before I could stop myself, I withdrew and pulled her to me as I thrust forward. Over and over, I dragged her along my cock, faster and deeper until my knot contracted and fire exploded low in my belly. Through the fog of my rutting frenzy, I knew that Daphne wasn’t ready for that, so I stopped with it just outside of her, but the sensation of her wetness dripping from her, soaking me, the way she groaned and begged me for more was enough to make up for it. With one final, snarling thrust, I buried myself deep inside of her and spilled myself. Wave after wave hit me, my hips thrusting in tiny movements to keep it going.

When I could finally open my eyes, my seed was flowing out of her cunny. I’d filled her and then some, a true mating response if there ever was one.

Even though it was against most of my instincts, I pulled out of her, slowly and carefully. When I did, more of me leaked out of her, down her thighs. I ran my hands up her legs and hips as I stretched out beside her.

“My beautiful mate,” I whispered, gathering her in my arms.

Daphne was sweaty and flushed, her eyes heavy lidded and her hair a tangled mess on the pillow. She’d never looked more gorgeous, more alluring than she was in this moment, covered in my teeth marks, my seed running down her legs.

She nuzzled against me, fingers tangling in the fur on my neck.

“Are ya alright? Was I too rough?” I asked.

“No,” she purred, “it was perfect.”

I cradled one cheek of her luscious arse in my hand, a little sad that it was one of the few places I hadn’t left my mark.

Next time, I’ll lave her peach of an arse with my tongue.

I could have stayed curled up with Daphne in my arms for hours, coaxing her tight cunny to life again when my cock demanded another rut. But I knew she’d be sore, and I also knew that there were bath salts and creams in stock for her nethers thanks to my Gran’s foresight. Daphne would need those tonight, before taking me again.

But just the thought had me rousing and Daphne giggled.

“So soon?” she grinned wickedly up at me as her fingers grazed my half-mast.

“Not exactly. I’m not the young Were I used to be.”

“That’s alright,” she wound her arms around my neck and kissed the tip of my snout, “I need a little break anyway.”

“Aye, and speakin’ of which.”

I scooped her up and stood in a swift motion that had her squealing. Having her naked body pressed to mine had me stirring again but I ignored it. There would be time for more later, I would make sure of it. But right now my mate needed to be cared for. I could sense the achiness that was coming to her, and also the hunger that was about to overtake her.

First, a bath and then some food.

I sat her on the soft edge of the sunken Were-sized bath tub. It had jets and several different height of benches, as well as multiple large bath pillows, which I set up for her. She watched me with sparkling eyes and a surprised grin, as if she’d never been cared for like this before. The thought had me both angry, at the others who’d been with her and didn’t cherish her, and proud that I was proving my worth as a mate to her. I began to warm the water and found the bottle of bath salts marked “For after”.

“What’s that?” Daphne asked.

“Back in our history,” I said pouring a generous amount of salt into the warm water, “Mundane women concocted many things to help their cunny recover after sex. Bath salts, salves, they’re all to help take out the ache and speed healing. Gran thought you might need some of them.”

Her eyes widened and I recognized that look. It was the expression she wore when her brain was latching on to a new mystery to be solved, a new topic to delve into. She was adorable and arousing all at once when she looked like that.

Daphne snatched the jar from my hands and turned it around, searching for an ingredients label.

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