Then she turned and got on all fours on the mattress.
36
KIERA
The position made her blush instantly, but there was no time now for modesty or nerves. The warm bedroom air kissed her exposed pussy and ass, making her feel completely exposed. Her hands fisted in the silky sheet and the living mattress shifted under her knees. supporting her automatically, vines curling gently around her thighs as though to help hold her open for what was coming.
She looked back over her shoulder at him.
Brux—her Brux, somewhere inside that wolf—faced body—was watching her intently, both cocks jutting up, hard and leaking against his flat, furry belly.
“Come on—mount me,” Kiera told him, her voice coming out husky with need and determination. “I want you to—if this is the only way to bring you back, then let’s do it. Fuck me, Brux–breed me and Bond me to you.”
For a moment he only stared…then he moved. He got to his hands and knees too, a deep, vibrating growl in his chest and lowered his muzzle to scent her.
The hot brush of his breath over the back of her thighs and between them made Kiera shiver all over, her pussy clenching. His tongue touched her once—slow and deliberate–a long, flat lick from clit to rosebud, making her moan. Then he licked again, this long tongue delving into her dripping folds, lapping her juices like nectar.
“Oh…” she breathed, fingers tightening in the sheets, pushing back against his muzzle. “Yes… taste how wet I am for you… lick my pussy and ass…”
Her heart was pounding wildly now. Fear…need…love, they all tangled into a big ball of emotions in her chest that made her feel like she was dying and flying at the same time. All she could do was spread her thighs wider for him and tilt her hips back–offering herself completely to his tongue…to his shafts…to whatever he wanted.
Brux spent a long time licking her–his tongue swirling around her clit and then sliding deep inside her pussy to gather the honey she made for him. But at last, he made another low sound in his chest and rose up behind her.
“Yes, baby–take what you need.” Kiera spread her thighs even wider for him, arching her back, offering everything. She was almost over the fear now–almost. She just wanted to feel him inside her.
The wolfman behind her gripped her hips in massive, clawed hands and the first thing she felt was heat…then pressure.
Kiera bit her lip at the heavy insistent press of his larger shaft at her pussy entrance—hot and blunt—and the shorter one aligning with her tight rosebud–slick and ready. This was exactly as he had described it, but the reality was hotter…and much more overwhelming.
Her pussy clenched in anticipation, her juices dripping down her thighs.
And then Brux began to push inside her.
It was a slow, stretching fullness that made her gasp and brace herself harder against the bed. The thicker bottom shaft speared her pussy first, parting her slick folds, stretching her inner walls ruthlessly.
“Oh God, so thick… splitting my pussy open…” Kiera heard herself moaning.
Then she felt the second pressure—her rosebud yielding to the tapered head, the tight ring of muscle stretching around him.
This was the part she’d been most afraid of, but she found that the warming liquid the second shaft made–the same liquid that made her clit swell and become so sensitive–also seemed to help her rosebud open for him.
“Oh, Brux!” she gasped, as she tried to be open enough for him. “Oh please, don’t stop!”
But clearly the wolfman behind her had no intention of stopping. The fur of his chest and belly brushed her bare back as he filled her completely, warm and possessive. His hands—clawed but gentle—came to her hips to steady her.
The sheer overwhelming closeness of it, the feel of him surrounding and filling her—pussy and ass stuffed full, throbbing in tandem—made Kiera cry out into the pillows.
“That’s it,” she gasped shakily, though she didn’t know whether she was telling him or herself. “That’s it… fuck me deep… stretch me with your cocks–do it, Brux–I want you to!”
She wasn’t sure if the big wolf understood or not, but then he began to move.
He didn’t just rut inside her like an animal, though–he found a deep instinctive rhythm that drove pleasure through her body in hot, crashing waves. He used long, powerful strokes that seated him to the hilt inside her, her body yielding to his dominance as he filled her.
Kiera felt herself unraveling almost at once. Everything about it was too much—the dual stretch of his thick cocks sliding into her, the fur tickling her back, the heavy balls slapping her clit, the growling sounds he made behind her…it was all too, too much.
She came with a broken cry, her whole body shaking around him–her pussy and ass spasming in unison, milking both his shafts desperately as though she was begging for his seed inside her.
Brux answered with a rough barking growl that sent another shiver through her. Then she felt it–his knot swelling–growing every time it slid inside her getting thicker as it stretched her inner walls.
