by Marilynn Fae
Maybe once she’s older, she’ll look back and think about how unhealthy the relationship is. She’s so dependent on him for everything. Ever since he found out that she worked two jobs while studying full time, he started giving her money. He’s giving her an unreasonable amount of money, really. Enough for her to paid for her entire degree in Business and Mass Communications and maybe even pursue a Masters without having to worry about tuition. That should have been her first clue of his opulence, but she’s too busy being swept off her feet to think about that. Really, she has been spending almost every night being fucked out of her mind, so it’s a wonder she’s thinking about anything at all, really.
He wants her to move out from her apartment and into a nicer place, but she signed a contract until the end of the month, so she’s reluctant to burn her deposit regardless of how much money he continues to give her. It scares her to look at her bank account sometimes.
“Or um, just tell me what to do?” she asks, but it’s hard to focus with him sitting right there, lounging on the chair like he owns it. He’s wearing a leather jacket, an imposing thing, really, and his knees are spread and the only thing she can think about is how good it would feel to have his cock inside of her instead of a toy she’s trying to work into her anal hole.
They’ve worked up to something a little bit closer to his monster cock now. It’s not as big in width, but the length is about the same. “Just put it in you,” he says, crude, like he doesn’t give a fuck what she does, but she knows that look on his face and she can see the way his nails dig into his knees, like the only thing that’s keeping him from fucking her right now is his self control and the knowledge that the hornier she is, the more success she would have putting that giant dildo into her hole.
She twists the toy up inside her and feels the slick lube drip out of her. “Please,” she gasps, feeling too full already and it’s only about two inches in.
“I want to see you cry on it,” he says, leaning back and unzipping his pants and it’s really unfair how hot he makes it look. “I want you to fuck yourself on that until you come.” He rubs his fingers around his thick length and her mouth begins to water at the thought of putting it in her mouth.
“Please.”
“Lovely,” he says, rubbing precome from the head of his cock down his length. “I’ll have you leaking my seed all day and everyone who comes close will know that I’m breeding you, fucking your pussy on my cock and swelling you to bear my pups like a bitch. Fill up your anal hole and plug you up and send you off to school just like that.”
She whimpers. “You already do that,” she says and just the first part of that dirty talk is true. He fucks her in the morning before she has to go to classes sometimes and no amount of fingering herself between her legs is enough to wash all the come out and more often than not, she ends up going to classes with come leaking between her hole and getting her panties wet. It gets her all aroused so he can fuck her the moment she steps through her door. She thinks of having come in her anal hole and getting plugged up and makes a soft, desperate noise.
“Lovely thing,” he growls, leaning in against the side of the bed to press his lips to hers. He grabs hold of base of the dildo in her hole and twists it.
“Anh, ah,” she gasps.
“Take it,” he growls.
“I am,” she gasps. “Just- just- ah, ah.”
He pulls the dildo out and replaces it with his fingers. His hands are massive and his fingers thick and course. He gets three fingers inside of her at once, twisting and sliding, stretching her out and leaving her gasping, clutching the sheets on her bed. She’s frighteningly close to coming, but she knows she doesn’t have permission to come just yet. He wants her to come on his cock.
“Please, please,” she gasps.
He’s not listening to her, not slowing down or speeding up, just continuing to fuck her on his fingers, pressing his other hand on her stomach to keep her from moving.
“Please,” she whines, trying to figure out where her words have gone because she needs to remind him that he has two more fingers he can use and another hand, and her pussy is clenching and squeezing around nothing and it’s torture, absolute torture.
“Please what?” he smirks, toying with her.
“Please, please,” she whimpers, fingers reaching out to curl around his wrist and hold tight, wanting him to push his fingers in deeper and take her more. It’s terrible- it’s amazing. She doesn’t know how much longer of this she can take. She wants desperately to touch her clit and make herself come, but he said there would be punishment for her if she does and she tries to avoid getting punished as much as she can. Even though there are days where she kind of likes it. It puts her in a kind of mindset that’s just blissfully blank for several hours after and she kind of needs something like that after a stressful day at her courses.
“Poor pup,” he murmurs and she’s staring into glowing-animal eyes and sharp fangs.
She startles, pulling back and away from him in shock, but his hand on her stomach have turned into sharp claws to keep her in place. “No, no,” she gasps. She’s not- she’s not into that and he catches on quickly by her fearful reaction, quickly shifting back to his human form completely.
He grins, as though pleased by the revelation. Or perhaps he’s simply pleased by the fear on her face. He leans in and licks away the tears she doesn’t realize she’s cried in her panic and then he’s pulling his fingers out from her hole and replacing that emptiness with his cock.
“Oh,” she gasps, feeling the intimidating thickness of his cock there. It always surprises her a little when he fucks her because every time she thinks he’s done and that’s all of him, he would punch in deeper, making her take more of him inside of her. It hurts, sliding between her cheeks and pushing in relentlessly, not giving her time to breathe, adjust, or get used to the immense stretch of him inside of her. “Wait- wait,” she gasps, trying to drag herself away.
“Relax,” he croons, but it sounds like a command from his lips, like he would punish her if she doesn’t comply. “Relax,” he says again, hands stroking her sides, lips on her cheeks. “I won’t hurt you.”
“Much,” she completes for him because pain is an integral part in everything that they do. He loves putting her in pain as much as she loves receiving it.
“Much,” he rumbles in agreement, turning her face to kiss her again.
She’s coiled tight, head almost up against his neck in her body’s attempt to push him out of of her body because it feels too much.
“Relax,” he says.
“Okay, okay,” she whispers but he’s already moving. The first drive is all precarious control and the second is even less steady, his face twisting and snarling and she can’t keep tensing even if she wants to- she’s coming undone, her body unfolding, her fingers gripping the back of his neck as he leans down to busy his face in hers and breathe in the scent of her arousal- of her. “Please, please,” she gasps, her teeth digging into the nape of his neck.
Whatever gentleness he had been striving for in the first two thrusts disintegrates and he’s drilling into her, snarling, his hands shredding her sheets. It hurts. It’s painful and hard and it makes her head spin and everything feel blindingly terrible for several seconds that seem to drag on forever in her mind.
His snarls are distracting, consuming. It’s hard to care about the pain when he’s holding onto her like this, his mouth on every inch of skin that he can touch, his hands everywhere, clutching her, holding a bit too hard, gripping her tight. She thinks she’s going to give into the pain and faint, but he keeps her right where he wants her and she’s too afraid to pass out, knowing he would just continue to fuck her even if she’s unconscious. He has done it before and he would do it again.
The pain starts to ebb away a little and the long, hard thrusts eases into smaller but just as frantic and forceful thrust that rubs against her clit. He wants her to come without his hand on herself, but he didn’t impose the sa
me rules on himself, hands rubbing her clit, and then sliding past her tight walls and opening her up from the inside, getting her all wet and stretched. It’s too much- too much. It’s too big and he’s going to tear her apart from the inside. She can feel his fingers and his cock inside of her tight heat, opening her up in both holes. There- just there- oh, oh gods.
“Shh…” he growls and she realizes she’s saying everything out loud. His four fingers inside of her tight heat makes everything better and worse. Her body feels like it’s on fire and she doesn’t know how she’s supposed to deal with all of her nerve endings cathcing on fire.
“Oh, oh,” she moans, shifting a little and he growls.
He pulls out, leaving her to cry out but his hands are on her waist and he’s flipping her over, putting her knees underneath her and then he’s back, sliding into her from behind, taking her anal virginity.
“Oh, oh gods,” she cries, but his hand curls around her hips to rub her clit and she loses the ability to talk altogether.
The stretch still burns because he’s shoving in hard, the swell of his knot breaching her on every thrust, but the angle is so much better and he can get his fingers deeper into her pussy from this position, sending flares of pleasure up her spine with every thrust as his teeth clamps around her neck, biting in like he’s a vampire instead of an Alpha Werewolf and panting hard.
She’s so close to coming. She can feel it and his fingers are curled inside of her just right, but then he stops and his movement stutters and he’s- “Oh, oh, you can’t- you can’t-” she cries into the pillows and he’s holding her down, keeping her right where he wants her as he knots inside of her anal hole, filling her up so much that she forgets how to breathe. It hurts- it hurts so much and feels so good at the same time and it’s like her brain is melting out of her ears because she’s coming despite of the pain, the synapses getting all mixed up, making her keen and sob into the pillows. She can feel him coming inside of her, the hot press and pulse of his dick spurting seed inside of her at a volume so high that she feels bloated.
“Such a greedy little pup,” he growls, one hand wandering down to rub against her belly. It feels swollen, like he’s pumped her so full of come that it actually filled up her stomach. She knows it’s biologically impossible, but it feels that way, and then his fingers inside of her pussy are still rubbing, touching inside her walls and she’s sobbing harder. “You smell desperate,” he growls. “Like a horny little slut.”
She wants to feel shame for finding the dirty talk so attractive, but her stomach does feel distended where it’s pressing against the sheets and most of her brain cells have oozed out of her ears and she’s just mumbling a litany of ‘yes, yes, yes’ that makes him rub inside her more, push her over the edge so she’s coming, thrashing against the knot in her ass and the hands inside her pussy and he’s holding her tight against the strong curve of his body, keeping her from moving too much. It’s the longest orgasm of her life, which is impressive considering the amount of mind-blowing sex they’ve been having thus far.
When she’s finally aware of her body again, he’s shifted their bodies so that he’s laying by her side, though his knot is still inside of her. His fingers are no longer stuffed inside of her pussy, though and she feels her inner walls clenching and relaxing at the emptiness. She tries to claw through the fog and be completely awake, but it’s hard and he growls from somewhere behind her.
“Hush,” he murmurs. “Rest, darling,” he tells her. “Just rest.”
So she does.
Chapter Three: Choking
After that, it only seems natural for him to have other men take part in well, taking her apart. She finds herself enjoying it a lot. After losing her virginity - and her anal virginity - to his knot, taking other werewolves’ knots are nowhere near as daunting. Their cocks just aren’t as big as his is and most of them actually avoid knotting her. It’s only happened a few times and they’re apologetic every single time it occurs.
She’s in once such session in The Dungeon now, her legs stretched as wide apart as they can go. She’s hung by her ankles to ropes attached to permanent fixtures on the ceiling, laying flat on her back with her wrists shackled on her sides to the table she’s laying on top of. Her head hangs off the table and is supported by a stranger’s hands and, well, his cock in her mouth, stuffed all the way to the back of her throat, choking her. The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air and fills her nose and lungs completely, bathing her in it, filling all of her pores and alighting her body with fires of desire.
There are several men around her, touching every part of her naked body that is put on display for their pleasure.
That’s what her purpose for the day is today- their pleasure.
Their fingers leave trails of goose bumps on her skin and jolt her nerve endings awake. One of the men attaches clothespins on her breasts and up to her nipples while another clamps the same pins on her clit, almost playfully. The wooden clothespins look cheap, like the sort she could get in a market, but she knows they’re anything but. The metal wires are coiled more tightly and the wood is something fancy that’s polished so she won’t get splinters. She cries out when she feels fingers inside of her pussy, two, three, four fingers, and they’re stretching her open, curling long digits inside of her to make come drip out of her tight hole. Her pussy lips are being stretched open as well, and then they’re being pinned by the wooden pins. She cries, feeling utterly violated and so aroused she can’t think.
The way her head is angled prevents her from seeing what’s happening between her legs, but she can feel the hands on her, fingers gripping the pins tight, sending jolts of pain up her entire body as pleasure and pain intermingles and turns into one.
Strangers are touching the most intimate parts of her body, flicking her nipples, rubbing her clit, touching inside of her pussy and anal hole and getting come to leak out from her well-fucked holes.
She has long since gone past the point of caring about how she looked, more intent on chasing after the next orgasm. Pleasure and pain is all she knows, the former taking full control of her body and the latter bringing her attention back to the present every time she feels as though she would just drift away from it all. Often, they would tug the pins off completely biting her skin, leaving red marks on her pale, flawless skin, and it always takes her by surprise.
Fingers tug the pins on her pussy lips, spreading her open even more so they can peer inside of her hole. She’s already gotten fucked enough times that her internal walls can’t close together, leaving a gaping tunnel that seems to give them the perfect view into her. She gasps when suddenly, someone spanks her hole. It’s so intense and unexpected that she gasps around the cock in her mouth and the man growls, his grip on her throat tightening.
His hands are on her hips and she realizes he’s trying to hold her weight up a little so that the cuffs aren’t digging into her skin so much and his thrusts aren’t hurting her. It’s almost endearing, the way the man is trying to make her comfortable as he impales her on his cock. Her brain immediately links him to the black man in the crowd earlier. He had been very eager, pulling down his pants and letting his cock free. He was hard already, thick and long. His cock isn’t as thick as Jackson’s, but it’s longer and she’s feeling the full length of it now, pulsing inside of her, touching deep inside of her and filling her up.
The cock stretches every part of her, filling her completely. It’s when she’s shuddering from pleasure when she feels him coming inside of her. He pulls out and comes on her stomach. She barely gets a second to breathe when another cock is plunged into the waiting hole, semen acting as a lubricant as he thrusts into her.
The man plunging his cock into her throat pulls out and comes on her breasts with a low growl. They’re careful not to come down her throat at this angle. Jackson is worried about anyone accidentally choking her if they come down her throat. Werewolves tend to come a lot and the way she’s being tied up makes it a little difficult for
her to breathe already. While she enjoys pain during the sessions, she’s not a fan of choking at all. It’s something that Jackson learned about her early on, when he closed his fingers around her too tightly and her heartbeat spiked. “We won’t do that,” he tells her without her having to say anything at all and she’s eternally grateful for that.
No sooner as the man abandoned his position by the side of her head is her hair grasped again by another pair of strong hands. She feels the smooth fingers curling around the back of her neck to cradle her head and the other in her hair to yank her head up so she can take his cock into her mouth.
The scent of musk fills her nose, mixed with sweat and sex and arousal. It fills her lungs and makes it hard for her to breathe. She thinks she’s overthinking things at first. After all, everyone here has been vetted and all of them know her hard nos. No choking being the top of the list.
But as his fingers tighten around her neck and her inhale gets cut off, she begins to worry. His cock is sizable and he pushes the head of his cock down her throat, making her gag on it- on him. His fingers tighten even more around her slim column, like he’s trying to feel the bulge of his cock going down her throat and she can’t breathe.
Every time she tries to inhale, her air gets choked off by this fingers tightening around her throat. She hopes he’s just overenthusiastic, losing control in the heat of lust, that he would let go once he hears the choking sounds she’s making. Tears burn in her eyes and trickle down her face as he not only doesn’t make any effort to loosen his grip, but he pushes his cock even deeper and lets out a low growl, like he intends to come down her throat just like that.
Her nostrils flare and she feels like her heart is trying to beat it’s way out of her chest. Her lungs demand air with something that burned and she starts convulsing in the bondage, tugging and twisting against the equipment holding her in place. The cuffs are soft enough that the edges shouldn’t hurt her, but she’s fighting against it hard enough that they still leave marks on her fragile skin. Suddenly, she isn’t moving because of the overwhelming pleasure, but actually fighting hard to get free.
