His knot is positioned about halfway down his cock, which lets him keep up those slow, deep, massaging thrusts. The now elongated tip of his cock grinds against the tightly sealed entrance to my uterus.
The first heat is always in the early stages of its development, so there’s no risk of pregnancy, but the stimulation sends another wave of those so-called breeding orgasms crashing through me.
Fuck yes.Give me this!
I shudder for a while, arching my hips desperately, thrusting upward against Snow’s, my body taut as a drawn bowstring, shooting out the last few drops of cum. I’ve probably already produced enough to fill two glasses by now.
Finally, it comes… Satisfaction. Fulfillment. For the first time since this heat started, I actually feel it.
All afternoon, all night, those were just temporary breaks in the crushing, suffocating hunger. But now, at last, I can finally rest… relaxed, melting into the bed, turning into a puddle. I pass out.
???
I wake up feeling movement around my body. My head is lifted, and I find myself resting in Snow’s arms as he brings a straw to my lips. What’s that?
For a moment I blink, still a little dazed, but there’s this instinctive trust in me, because even though he did something so unfair to me, I still trust him somehow. Maybe that’s foolish, yet here I am. I open my mouth and sip whatever he’s giving me through the straw.
It turns out to be a sweet shake, my favorite nut-and-caramel flavor.
It feels strange and comforting to rest in his arms, my head against his forearm. There’s tenderness and concern on his face, but when he notices me watching him closely, his expression smooths out into something neutral, detached, as if he’s just a caretaker.
But I saw it—the moment he looked at me with such softness. And it makes me want to cry, because I want to accept that from him, that gentle, beautiful energy, but I don’t know… how.
I drink the shake to the last drop, and he sets the cup aside before gently moving me from his lap onto the pillows.
The problem is, it’s starting again. And I have to get to the point… but how?
I give him a slightly embarrassed look.
"Fuck me?" I ask in a quiet, almost meek voice, glancing up at him shyly through my lashes.
He lets out a soft sigh and gives me a sad smile.
"Of course, Summer. Whatever you want."
I roll onto my stomach in one smooth motion and raise my ass toward him. This time, I want him to take me from behind. I plan to try every possible position during this heat.
A moment later, I feel his lips moving down my spine, then lower still, his tongue brushing against my opening, swollen, sensitive, and endlessly hungry. That teasing, divine touch only makes my need grow stronger.
"More… harder," I breathe out, my voice breaking, husky with desire.
He rises, and I feel his hands close firmly around my waist.
A moment later, I’m impaled on his cock like a skewered chicken. Of course, I come almost instantly, but in heat, that’s nothing unusual; it’s just how things go. I bury my face in thepillow and let myself ride it out.Good gods!It’s divine. To think I used to be so afraid of heat, not knowing who I’d end up spending it with… But now, I just let myself drift through wave after wave, each one slamming into my body…
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
Orgasm. Orgasm. Orgasm.
I moan, mumble, whisper incoherent words I don’t even understand myself, probably nonsense, maybe a rushed confession about how much I love what he’s doing to me, maybe even how much I cherish him. But then I quickly add how much I hate him for what he did, mixing it all up with other broken, senseless sounds.
Snow doesn’t seem bothered by it. Of course he doesn’t. He understands this hormonal state; heat isn’t a time when the mind works at full capacity.
And then the knot swells again,wow. From what little I know, knots can happen often during heat, but not necessarily back-to-back. Yet Snow keeps giving them to me, like he senses it’s the best way to fully satisfy me. Packed tight inside with his cum and plugged by his knot like a cork, I collapse onto the pillows. Sated again. Good job, Snow.
How nice… how peaceful.
That’s the kind of heat I can handle, not those awful hours I went through last night. Alone. Now it’s bliss, pure pleasure. I give myself to Snow completely. Guilt-free.
