“Ah!” She grips my mane, bringing me down to her face so she can kiss me. I return it with fervor, reeling my hipsback and then gliding in again, and again, a measure deeper every time and making sure my ring moves in and out of her.
Through our kiss I can hear her say, “Th-that’s s-s-so good.” Peony’s voice shakes, and then she cries out. “Oh, please! More!”
I think she wants it all. So I give it to her.
As I sink deep and take in the sight of this keening, lovely woman under me, I know that she’ll undo me. I know now that I’m falling for her at the speed of light, and I don’t want to stop it. I want to stay buried in her, like this, until the end of time.
But I’m going to make her scream first.
Reining in every ounce of control I have, I pull out, then slam into her as far as she can take me. Her whole body lurches, her back arching, and I curl an arm under her and yank her against me as I make her mine.
She ismine.
Peony cries out louder as I pick up my pace, searching for what will make her come around me. When I was still a man, I could rub a woman’s clit to bring her there, but I can’t with my long claws. Still, I need to feel her squeeze blissfully the way she did around my tail. I need her to come apart in my hands so I can gently set her pieces back together.
Instead of fucking her faster or harder, I fuck her more intentionally, watching her face as I stroke in and out. I slow down my pace, and her lips scrunch up further, her little hands digging into my fur.
Ah, I think my woman likes it slow.
So I maintain my speed, rocking back and forth like a pendulum, angling my hips to see what sort of reaction I can get. I make sure to drag the head of my cock—with the texture there I’m suddenly quite grateful for—along theinside of her. I lean forward so my fur rubs her clit with every thrust, and Peony bucks wildly into me.
“Oh, Rupert!” She clutches me close, so I wrap my arms around her, keeping her flush with my body. I kiss her forehead as I leisurely make love to her, and her cries are climbing higher and higher in volume. “Your cock is amazing,” she whimpers as I make sure to strike deep and hard with every aimed thrust. “Oh, it’s so good, I can’t, I?—”
Her words turn into nonsense as she clenches tighter and tighter around me. She’s close, and so am I, painfully so. Soon, the dam is going to burst whether I want it to or not.
Clutching Peony tight, I hold on as long as I can, moving in a perfect, regular rhythm despite the burning in my thighs. That’s when I feel her bury her face in my shoulder, drowning a scream in my fur.
I can’t stop it any longer. I let out a guttural groan as the sweet sensation of her squeezing me takes over, agonizing bliss shooting from my balls up to my throat. But I need her to get there, Ihaveto feel her break apart, so even as I swell inside her, I keep going, my groan turning into a roar.
“Oh, fuck!” Peony wails. Now I speed up, even though I’m already coming inside her, already shooting everything out?—
“There! Oh, oh!”
Her thighs clasp tight around my hips, her heels digging in right above my tail, and my roar turns into a howl as my balls contract even tighter. I spill again, my body somehow still moving, still driving into her, my cum sloshing out and making erotic, wet noises with every one of my thrusts. Peony’s nails dig into my flesh, and my pleasure only ratchets higher.
When she hits the crest of her wave, Peony falls utterly silent. Despite the fact my cock is terribly sensitive, and she’ssqueezed down so tight around me it feels like it should be impossible to move, I’m still pumping into her.
Finally, I must stop, and I nearly collapse. We’re both gasping for air, Peony’s hands curled in my mane, my arms trapped underneath her. Gently, I let her go and sit back so I can really look at her.
Peony’s face is bright red all over, her eyes simply glittering. Her lips are well-loved and parted as she tries to bring fresh air into her lungs.
“That was the best orgasm of my entire life,” she says breathlessly. She gazes at me with pure wonder. “How did you do that?”
I laugh, because being with Peony is the easiest thing in the world.
twenty-one
. . .
rupert
After fetching a towel from the bathroom and wetting it in the sink, I return to find Peony still sprawled across my bed in the same position I left her in. Kneeling between her thighs, I kiss her belly before applying the wet towel at the juncture of her legs. She’s red here, her cunt puffy from her arousal, my cum dripping out of her and across the bed in a way that’s deliciously lewd. Already I want to lick her again, but I think she might be tender after how hard we worked today so I could fit inside her.
Me. She had sex withme, in this horrible form, and I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it.
Finally, I toss the towel away and lie down beside her, and without any prompting she rolls into me and buries her face in the fur along my chest. She strokes it thoughtfully, tangling her fingers in it and then working them free again. Neither of us speaks as I do the same with her long hair,running my claws through it to smooth the knots. When I drag the sharp tips over her scalp, Peony melts into me, her legs lifting into the fetal position between us as she cuddles up close. I bring her in with one arm, continuing my work massaging her head.
“I would say you’re a pretty wonderful lover, Rupert,” she mumbles sleepily. “Do I have to go back to my room now?”
