“Like this?” she gasped, grinding down hard, circling her hips to feel him everywhere. “You like feeling my tight pussy around this thick cock?”
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “So fucking tight… feels like you’re…milking me…feels so good!”
Kiera kept riding. Every time she took him deeper–every time their bodies met more fully–she saw another little piece of him come back.
His hands steadied on her hips and his face became more human. His mouth formed words more clearly.
And Kiera—who had begun this out of pure fear—found herself shaking for another reason entirely now. She’d told herself she was only doing this to help him–to pull him back from the brink. But every movement drew another rough, hungry sound from him and another answering pulse of pleasure from deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, the tingling in her clit building to a fever pitch.
“That’s it,” she whispered, half encouragement and half prayer, riding him faster now, her breasts bouncing with each downward stroke. “Stay with me, Brux. Stay with me. Fuck me… feel how wet I am for you…”
“Gods, sweetheart–getting so close now–so close to knotting you,” he groaned.
She felt it then—a new, alarming pressure at her entrance—his knot. Thick and swollen, it was pressing insistently against her already tightly-stretched entrance with every thrust.
Panic fluttered in her chest–it was huge–bigger than anything she’d ever taken. The thought of it locking inside her and tying the two of them together was frightening.
But what will happen if you don’t let him knot you? whispered a little voice in her head. You’ll lose him if you don’t let him in–he’ll go back to his wolf form and you’ll never be able to pull him back to his humanoid self again.
The idea was unthinkable. No. She wouldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
With a determined breath, she came all the way down, willing her body to relax…to open for the man she cared for. She sank lower on the next stroke, sliding past the resistance, until the thick, bulbous knot finally slid inside her.
Kiera moaned and Brux groaned at the same time. The stretch was intense—but also deeply satisfying. She was filled beyond capacity, utterly claimed.
“Oh Brux!” she gasped, her inner walls clamping down reflexively around the massive intrusion. “Oh God, so deep inside me!”
Brux roared beneath her, his hips jerking wildly as he gripped her ass with both hands.
“Fuck–so tight!” he groaned. “Love it when we get tied–love to knot you, baby.”
Kiera didn’t move at first–she was still, just feeling the incredible fullness…the way his knot pulsed inside her, sealing them together.
Then, slowly, carefully, she began to grind. Tiny, circular movements of her hips that made the head of his smaller upper shaft rub directly against her swollen clit with every rotation.
The sensation was electric. The tingling fluid from his upper shaft amplified it a thousandfold—each grind sent sparks of exquisite sensation shooting up her spine–pleasure blooming hot and fierce deep inside her. She was so close to coming…so close.
“Brux…” she moaned, grinding harder now, chasing the feeling. “Your knot… it’s so big, filling my pussy… It’s going to make me come!”
“Do it,” he growled, his hands gripping her ass even tighter. “Come on my knot, sweetheart… milk my cock… Need to feel you gush all over me!”
Kiera knew she was going to lose it soon–she could feel her orgasm hovering over her head like a rain cloud about to burst and rain pleasure down on her. But she wanted to feel the big Monstrum coming inside her—wanted to feel hot spurts of his seed flooding her knotted pussy while she clenched around him. She wanted to take everything he had to give.
His eyes met hers fully then, and this time she saw blue beginning to return around the edges.
“Kiera,” he said hoarsely, and just hearing her name spoken that way—like a prayer, like a miracle—nearly undid her.
Both of them kept moving–him thrusting up as she came down, grinding hard on his knot still lodged within her. Kiera chased the pleasure–willing herself to come and to take him with her–to bring him all the way back.
Her thighs were burning, and her pussy was stretched and aching around his massive girth, but the pleasure was building inside her too, hot and relentless–spurred by the heated fluid from his smaller shaft and the sheer eroticism of saving him this way.
It had to be enough to bring him back, she told herself–it had to.
Just then, Brux’s grip on her tightened and a deep, shaking sound escaped him—a sound of relief and need and gratitude all tangled together.
Kiera could feel the powerful tension gathering in him now–no longer the brittle instability of a male losing himself, but the fierce living strain of one finding himself through pleasure and intimacy. His hips began to thrust harder to meet her–powerful surges that slammed his thick cock deep inside her.
“You’re so deep in me!” she moaned, her nails digging into his chest. “You’re going to make me come so hard…”
