This wolf does like to lick, I thought.
Hs tongue was delightful, soothing any residual pain enflaming me all over again. Soon, he settled into a regular rhythm, his tongue dipping into my prepuce, then gliding down to lash my clit, then inside of me again…
“Eeeeaaa…!” I squealed, bucking against his face.
I trembled and shook and rode out the sudden, wonderful wet climax as he continued to lick and suck. My body went limp for a moment, I and I laid my head down on the soft couch in front of me, panting.
As the climax ebbed away, I felt loose, relaxed…
That was, I realized, just how Sawagga wanted me.
Sawagga set my feet back down on the ground, stroking my legs and thighs as he positioned me, my arse sticking out, legs open to expose my vulnerable cunnie, still dripping from my climax.
He had been tender and patient. But the wolf only had so much patience… I would still be mated from behind, without delay.
And I would not have had it any other way.
There were a few more loud rips as he tore away the sweaty remnants of my tights… Leaving me naked for him.
I turned my head back to see Sawagga wiping one long silvery strand of his beautiful long hair away from his face. He was smiling, the grin on his sensuous lips one of a male who knows he is master…
Yet to me it was a smile of love, as well as lust.
His giant cock was still standing out proud. I watched it pulse with his heartbeat… He took it in hand in order to aim it once again towards my tender opening, and it seemed to lurch up in his grasp as if it had a mind of its own.
The reddened, swollen head of it poked out fiercely from the foreskin, and a crystalline drop of fluid had formed at the slit of it, a sign of his overflowing lust.
Again, my gaze was drawn to the darker band of flesh at the base of the otherwise human cock…
I want to take you all the way, my love, my wolf, I thought. I want that knot to swell and tie inside me, to remind me that my mate is no mere human but a shifter, a Star Wolf.
“Sarah,” he panted. “Sawagga’s-She. Now, you are ready. Turn around and present yourself to me.”
I did as he asked, putting my arms and head on the couch, keeping my legs apart and my arse high—a true mating position.
My big, bouncy posterior was presented fully to him, but I had no shame. I knew that he loved me curvy body, and that he fiercely loved and lusted over all of me.
His aim was very true this time, and I immediately felt the pressure of his cockhead at my opening.
He started to pump then, sensing my readiness …
Then to pound me in earnest, jerking me violently forward with each thrust as his sought to push his conquering maleness deeper and deeper inside of my body.
My hands closed into fists, the knuckles turning white. My mouth opened into a silent scream, frozen into a large “O” to mirror my cunnie being pried open by my Star Wolf’s thickness.
For a moment, there was no thought in my mind.
Nothing existed but the feel of the Alpha Wolf moving into me. Forcing my slick walls open.
My eyes squinted shut as the sensations raced from my cunnie and clitoris all the way to my aching nipples, rubbing roughly against the couch as my huge lover rutted vigorously with me.
All of my attention was on the thickness moving further inside of me, every wrinkle and fold inside my sucking womanhood pulling at my breeder’s organ.
I heard Sawagga grunt as the tip of his cock bumped against my uterus. There was a moment of pain then…
But it was drowned by the all-encompassing pleasure of having him that deep inside me, a sheath for his maleness.
The rock hard cock filled my weeping cunnie completely, to the brim…
But the knot… Wait…
The knot, was it still outside?
Could I really take any more?
One his hands was over my mouth, and I bit at the hard skin of his palm as if I were an animal myself. Then both hands slid lower, finding my dangling, vulnerable nipples.
I mewled as he pulled on them, using my tender teats as handholds to pull himself deeper into my wetness.
Biting my lower lip, I concentrated on being a good mate, a good breeding bitch for him.
My hips began to move back to meet his thrusts, and they swiveled, moving the cock inside of me around the muscular folds of my womanhood.
Again, the massive cock pressed against my cervix, as if trying to force its way into my very womb.
“My gods,” I thought, “He’s so big, and those massive balls must be so full of seed …”
This Star Wolf was going to breed his little bitch, all right.
I wanted it all. To be his mate forever, bonded to Sawagga, my Alpha, my owner—
And to be seeded by him, to bear him “pups” as a she-wolf should.
The thought of getting impregnated by my powerful Shifter mate sent me over the edge, and I began to climax hard against him.
“Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh… uhhhhhhhhhehhhhhhhhhh!”
My moans filled the air, and my knees went weak as he continued to pound the biggest cock I’d ever seen into my quivering hole.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” I screamed.
My body shivered and spasmed, and I shook as the climax overtook me like a seizure of ecstasy.
Every muscle in my body ached and exploded with pleasure. The orgasm pulsed from deep inside my core, though I could feel my clitoris pulsing violently, along for the ride on the wonderful storm of my release.
Sawagga’s hand came over my mouth, silencing my cries.
My cunnie, still spasming, squeezed, sucked, and milked him as he shoved himself inside of me.
Heat filled my body.
I jerked in his grasp as he pulled out, nearly turning me inside out, my inner tissues clinging to his swollen shaft…
Then, with a grunt, he shoved himself back inside again…
He grabbed my hips forcefully, and pulled me back onto his cock.
“SAAAAAAR-RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he howled, making my ears ring with the loudness of his shout.
Holding himself deep against my cervix, he began to ejaculate his seed directly into my fertile womb.
I felt him throbbing inside of me and the warmth of the sperm going deep.
Once again, I began to shudder with an orgasm, and pushed back against him---
And he thrust again, hard.
There was a sharp pain, at the outside of my cunnie. A tugging at my lips down there, pressure and heat—
I jerked as the outer ring of muscle was brutally stretched, as he continued to apply pressure, rotating his hips and pressing IN, IN mercilessly—
Until something seemed to POP.
“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sawagga howled in triumph. “SAWAGGA’S SHE!!!!”
My climaxing cunnie milked at the invading male tissue inside of me…
But even as my orgasm died down, my passage did not exactly feel relaxed. There was still a lot of pressure at my opening, and I was stretched out in both width and depth.
I knew, then, with certainly…
The knot was IN.
We were locked together, tied.
Bonded.
My own spasms subsided, and Sawagga’s grunting and growling died down.
I felt tired suddenly, as if I had just run for miles. And, at the same time, I perfectly relaxed, my body weary in a warm way that beckoned me to a well-earned rest.
I was pleasantly, warmly numb, and weak in the knees. But I didn’t need to worry about collapsing… Sawagga still held into my hips. Now, he wrapped his arms around me and eased me down to the floor.
As we slid down to the floor, the movement jostled me slightly and I felt the tug of his cock, still locked inside of my cunnie by the knot.
It was still pulsing every few seconds and filling my womb with seed, which the knot prevented from leaking out.
Now, wi
th each evenly-spaced spurt of his cock, he would grunt softly, as he continued to pump his essence into me. He held my body close to his as we lay there on our sides, my back to his chest, so that I felt the contours of his hard muscles and also the sweat-damp fur pressed against me.
He held me so tightly now that it was almost painful…
And yet I never wanted him to let me go. At least I knew he would hold me for as long as it took for the mating to be fully completed.
I could barely believe that I had taken all of his manhood inside of me. I reached one hand down between my legs, curious.
I gasped when I accidentally brushed my own sore, over-sensitized clitoris. I could feel that the lips of my cunnie were stretched tightly around its base…
But his entire shaft was inside of me. All that was exposed to my touch were his balls, which I caressed, feeling the soft down of hair on them… Each time Sawagga grunted softly and his body jerked, his testicles clenched up, propelling another gout of seed up his long shaft and out of the end of it, directly into my womb.
“Ahhh, Sarah,” he whispered, feeling my caresses down there.
He brought his mouth to my ear—the scarred one, where he’d first marked me—and whispered: “It’s like my soul is—ahh!—draining from me and flowing into—ahh---you, Sawagga’s-She! But I want to give you—uhh---all my strength and my seed. My—uhh--everything.”
“I want it all, my love,” I told him. “I want my belly to swell with your children. How many do you think there will be?”
“Usually no more than—ahh—two, “ he said. “But sometimes—ahh---a whole litter, three or four or—uhh—more.”
A whole litter… A little pack of male Star Wolf babies, all growing inside me…
It was an overwhelming, but exciting thought. I prayed to the gods that I would be the mother of wolves, as many Star Wolf “pups” as I could carry. Strong, healthy, lovable baby boys…. with fangs. Pups who would grow to become great warriors, who would one day claim their own mates…
I imagined that I could feel my Sawagga’s seed flooding my body, his fertile essence forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb.
I could almost picture the sperm cells teeming inside of my body, each targeting the defenseless eggs that even now drifted towards their inevitable fates…
I wanted to bear my Alpha’s children, and I could only hope to give birth to them in the forests of the planet he had chosen as our home.
There, I would be his Alpha female, his mate forever. The pack would live and love and breed there, and we would create a planet of Star Wolves, running free and wild.
And I would run with them…
With Sawagga bonded to me, my towering mate at my side, I felt like nothing could stop us.
I had embraced the beast within myself—
--and she was looking forward to the future.
--THE END--
ALSO BY JENNIE PRIMROSE:
THE BBW AND THE SPACE LORD
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This humorous erotic adventure features a sassy BBW heroine, an alien hottie hero, outrageous action--and scorching, explicitly detailed love scenes that burn as hot as a supernova!
Heather Holzengruber’s world is a mess, all thanks to the Enpathians: a race of telepathic aliens who have invaded Earth, and brainwashed most of the citizens into becoming happy little drones. She’s lonely and feeling more than a little hopeless…
Until a certain dashing galactic crusader shows up.
He is Gearon Teague, last Lord of the Mekrons: seven feet tall, with wavy blue hair, electric violet eyes and a perpetual smug smile.
Heather is a big girl… But mighty Gearon has no problem manhandling her and carrying her off to his silver starship.
Despite his arrogance, Heather is charmed by the alien Lord’s noble nature—and his huge hands that seem to know just how to touch her curvy body.
Heather discovers that Gearon’s starship is the key to defeating the Enpathian invaders. He needs a female copilot to be “Bonded” to him in order unlock its most powerful weapon, though.
The Bonding is an intense mating ritual, a link of bodies and minds… Heather must decide how far she will submit to her alien Lord in order to save the Earth. Even if it means becoming “his” forever, with no turning back…
SAMPLE:
Commander Jessam of the Enpathian Planetary Corps. heard the hiss of the outer airlock mechanism sealing. A moment later, a silhouette appeared behind the translucent tissue-wall of the organic biofilter membrane door of the inner airlock.
The newcomer stepped forward, pressing into the membrane, so that it molded itself to the obviously male contours of his humanoid body.
Seven feet tall, pure rippling muscle… She could see the outline of that square jaw and that haughty smile, so familiar to her, the sight making her chest ache with longing, lust… and regret.
The membrane passed over him with a slurping sound, and he stepped forward, fully revealed. Jessam sat back limp in her control seat, looked up at him, and sighed.
“Teague.” She choked down a sob. “After so long. And you don’t even have the decency to wear any clothes.”
Her eyes traced their way down from his wavy dark blue hair, to his deep and beckoning violet eyes, that incorrigible smile on his sensuous lips… Further down, traceries of curling blue hair ran cross his broad pecs, another line of hair perpendicular to that running down his chest, bisecting abs so well-defined they reminded her of a sectioned Enpathian mollusk’s shell.
Down further, his manhood was rising from a nest of wild hair. That swelling monument to his maleness… Almost too thick and too long and yet oh so perfect.
And the sight of it made her realize that she had already grown moist between her legs, much to her humiliation.
“We can skip formalities, yes?” he said. “I came prepared to act.”
She stood and slowly stepped over to him, looking up at his face.
What does he really think of me, she wondered? This tiny Enpathian female, with my snow-pale skin and hair, thin and frail, so much shorter than he, the top of my head not even reaching his shoulders… Does he think of me as someone he once loved, or someone who now disgusts him?
Her people’s greatest power was their telepathy, the ability to read minds and emotions … but that wouldn’t work on him. No, Gearon Teague, last Lord of the Mekrons, would not succumb to such mental prying.
Ironically, though she was not immune to his very basic male animal charms.
She would not be able to resist him—she had never been able to do so in the past—and the bastard knew this, dammit.
He would take her to the heights of ecstasy … Where her innermost thoughts would be broadcast so loudly that he’s be able to hear them, even though he wasn’t a telepath himself. He would ask his question and pleasure her until she psychically shouted the answer to him.
It would be an interrogation, using pleasure instead of pain.
His big, powerful hands clamped onto her slim shoulders, and he gazed down into her eyes. “You did not have to acknowledge my signal,” he said. “You did not owe me the privilege of docking with your ship. You could even have tried to blast my ship away, yes?”
She forced a weary smile. “You know I couldn’t do that,” she whispered. “But you could have at least left me my dignity. After all I’ve done for you so far … falsified records, helped you create your Preservation Datacore … How many more times would you have me betray my people?”
Now, his expression turned somber. “The lives of over fifty quadrillion sentient beings are under threat. I need to know where your Grommalacht will be feeding next, the exact planet, surface coordinates and time.”
Jessam shook her head. “I won’t tell you that willingly,” she snarled, trying her best to put up a fight … if only to save face.
“Yes,”
he sighed. “But, in a weaker state, you will be open to me. Or, maybe I should say… Once your body has been opened to me… Your mind will be shouting to me as well, yes?”
He moved behind her. She felt his hand at the collar of her flesh-suit, finding the hidden clasp.
Then, his fingers ran down her back, unsealing the suit. Both of his hands were on her then, peeling the suit from her and exposing her tender pale flesh of her back and arms.
He ran two heavy, warm fingers slowly down either side of her spine, making her shiver. Then, he pulled the remainder of the suit over her waist, buttocks and legs, until she was naked, her tiny white body exposed before his towering, muscle-laden form.
Still behind her, he placed his hands on her shoulders again, gently but firmly forcing her down to her knees.
Once she was on the floor, his mouth was nibbling at her neck, then gliding down to tongue her spine. When he reached her taut buttocks, he bit one, hard, and she gasped.
Now, his powerful arms were under her belly, the hands briefly tweaking her small breasts and tiny nipples as he guided her forward, directing her so that her buttocks were high in the air, knees on the ground, her head and elbows on the floor.
“So that’s how it’s to be,” she said. “Taken from behind, because you do not wish to look into my eyes.”
“Correct, Jessam… I do not.” He sighed, and she thought she heard actual regret in his voice. “But I shall give you such pleasure. You are hungry for this, and that is why you let me aboard this ship. That pleasure is all I can give you now, sadly. But, in return, you can help me save countless lives.”
She tried to resent him, summon some kind of hatred for him, to brace herself against him.
But, despite herself, her body was warm and pliant, and she was wet … and ready.
Bent low behind her, he kissed and nibbled at her womanhood for only a moment before pulling himself up.
There was a quiet second of aching expectation… and then, she heard him softly grunt as that thick, long, warm, magnificent phallus was sliding into her.
So long, so much of it, too much… She could never take it all. But what he did get inside was enough to completely overwhelm her.
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