Glinting in the moonlight, a thick, white bead of precum drips onto my leg, and I whimper as I realize we’re actually going to do this in the woods, right now.
“Oh, um, actually, maybe I should take this off before anything else,” I squeak, and look at Shawn, realizing it’s going to involve quite a bit of rolling around in the dirt. He sniffs alongmy neck, his claws dragging up my legs, scoring my tights and catching on the hem of my dress.
I start fumbling for the annoying tiny zipper. No sooner than I get it open, he realizes what I am doing, and cuts the remaining skirt open with a swipe of his claw.
Ok, I am going to have to yell at him about that later; right now I am too horny to really be concerned with work clothes. I shuffle out of the remaining dress and let my legs fall open, almost whimpering when he dips his head between them.
He flicks his tongue across my clit; my body attunes to even his breath ghosting across my skin. I cry out, my head tipping back at the contact. Next, his wolf snout is nuzzled to my pussy, his hot, soft tongue lapping at my clit, dipping deep in my cunt.
He licks greedily, without the preamble of tender kisses. Each drag of his scorching tongue through my folds makes the most-obscene wet noises. I’m fighting the way my hips need to buck into his mouth for more.
My clit is too quickly over-stimulated from his eager attention, and I have to push him away. No sooner than I pull his snout upwards, he’s licking at my tits, finding some other way to pleasure me.
“Sh-Shawn,” I gasp, my body shaking, quivering. I need the closeness of his body rutting into mine, to just feel completely embraced. “I need you in me, so bad.”
He lets out a sound, hungry and possessive, but holds back.
“Elise, I want you, all of you. I haven’t changed in that,” he says like it’s a warning, but the words only make my cheeks bloom red, my body overcome with a new warmth.
Even lying naked on the ground in the woods. I glance to the side and suddenly I don’t know what to do with my hands. All our old problems don’t seem so big. Maybe we can solve a decade of feeling like I wasn’t enough with just a little possessiveness.
Instead of just letting flustered embarrassment take over, I flourish in how happy his words make me and breathe, “Then take me, I’m yours.”
“You don’t understand. I want you selfishly, greedily, I want to mark you as mine,” he growls, dragging his teeth against the soft, vulnerable flesh of my breast. The blunted edge of one fang grazes against my hardened nipple, teasing me.
“I think I understand that. I’m ready, Shawn.”
“You understand that you’d be my mate?” he growls and presses his teeth just hard enough to begin to pinch, but not break the skin, demonstrating what he means by mating me. It’s marking me. A bite.
And my hips actually twitch at the thought, and I try not to moan aloud in response.
Saying yes doesn’t seem to be getting the message across, so I just roll over onto my stomach, pushing onto my hands and knees.
Face down, ass up.
In response, the low rumbling growl in his chest gutters, becoming almost a snarl. A slight breeze brushes across the wetness of my exposed pussy, making me shiver in anticipation.
I let out a hiss as his cockhead presses at my entrance, a palpable heat difference between his tip and my labia. He dragsthe head through my folds as he lines his hips up to mine, and I stretch out my arms before me, bracing myself for the way he’s about to break my back, hopefully.
Finally, he pushes into me, stretching my cunt to capacity almost immediately. I moan in pleasure, and he gives a few slow, experimental thrusts, wetting his cock in me.
“Mark me, mate me,” I pant, begging almost incoherently. I’m not afraid of it hurting.
I want to do this. I crave every sensation adding to everything else I’m feeling.
He hooks his clawed hands under my knees and takes me off the ground, lifting me up. The change in position spreads my legs wider, pinning my back to his chest. I’d never felt so entirely thrown-around-able, if that’s a thing. He is just so strong; I had no idea how much he’d been holding himself back from me. It is breathtaking to experience him so entirely. I know in that moment I could never regret him.
“Ah!” I gasp, almost wailing in pleasure. I feel decadent and pornographic, and I need more.
His arms curl under my legs, my jiggly thighs squish around his hard biceps, and he gives a sharp rock of his hips, making me bounce in the air. It’s terribly exposed on my part, but it’s a very good vantage point to admire his arms from, how tense and big they are from holding me up. Each time he pumps into me, I get a brief vision of my tits wobbling violently, as the collision of his body into mine moves the world, tilts me on an unfamiliar axis, and barrels all the breath out of my body.
Each drive feels less careful than the last, each more frenzied. Just as I’m starting to question if I’ll be able towithstand this entirely different field of stamina, I recognize the catch in his breath.
It gives into the throaty groan Shawn always makes moments before he comes. I can feel the beginning of his knot start to swell. It slows his strokes, hindering them each time his growing knot meets my cunt, pushing a little further, cutting off the full swing of the motion each time, leaving it incomplete.
I can feel him coming hot within me, adding a slickness to every stroke.
He falls back upon the wood’s leaf-covered floor, his arms closing around me. The world swings wildly, gravity taking me fully down over his knot, essentially suplexing me.
