“All right,” she said to Roarn, in a voice that trembled only a little bit. “All right, baby—I know what you need and I’m going to give it to you.”
Taking a deep breath, she knelt on the soft, springy blue moss. Then, deliberately, she turned her back to the big Monstrum and shed the wrap dress, which had been hanging open around her, to bare herself for him.
“Chris-teen,” she heard Roarn growl, and then he was nuzzling her from behind, pressing his face between her legs and nudging her thighs open even wider.
With a little moan, Christine arched her back and widened her stance. She knew what he needed and she was determined to let him have it—determined to let him have anything he wanted as long as it helped bring him back to himself.
Roarn nuzzled and lapped her from behind for a while, his long tongue curling around her aching clit and sliding deep into her wet inner pussy, exploring her channel. But Christine knew he needed more and she braced for what was coming next.
She was proved right when he at last withdrew his face and she felt him leaning over her. The fur of his chest brushed against her bare back, sending a shiver of lust mixed with fear down her spine.
“Roarn? Honey?” she panted breathlessly.
“Chris-teen,” she heard him growl as he crouched over her. “Need…more. Need…inside.”
“I know you do, baby,” she told him. “And I…I’m ready to give you what you need. Go ahead—put yourself inside me.”
He growled softly in her ear—a sound of animal hunger—and then she felt the broad, blunt head of his shaft rubbing against her aching clit.
Warmth flowed through her wherever he touched her—a tingling sensation that made her shiver with desire. Christine had tried one of those warming oils they sold at the adult store once long ago, back before her ex had left her. It was sort of like that, only more. The warmth seemed to penetrate her most sensitive areas, setting her on fire with need. She found she was beginning to feel less afraid and more impatient.
“Yes, baby, that’s right,” she panted. “That’s right—just slip it inside me now. I can take it—go ahead.”
Her words of encouragement seemed to be all the big Monstrum needed because he stopped rubbing her open pussy with the head of his cock. Instead, Christine felt it slide down to find her entrance—her “honey mouth,” as he called it—and then she felt him pressing inside her.
“Oh God!” she moaned, as the huge, plum-shaped head breached her entrance. He paused for a moment and then he was sliding into her, filling her with himself slowly but inexorably.
Christine moaned and widened her stance once more, going from hands and knees to elbows and knees. She tilted her pelvis back, baring herself completely, trying to be open enough to take every last bit of the massive shaft.
Roarn had one of those shafts that gets thicker as it goes from tip to root, so every inch he thrust inside her opened her a little more. Christine could feel her inner walls stretching to accommodate him, but somehow it didn’t hurt. Oh, there was a slight pain but it was a good pain—the feeling of being totally and completely opened and filled as she never had been before in her entire life. For no other lover had ever been so massive—it was like Roarn was touching and filling places inside her she hadn’t even known that she had until now.
And he was still only halfway in her.
Christine moaned as she felt his Pleasure Ridges rub against her inner walls, stimulating her as no other male’s shaft ever had. But it wasn’t until she felt the thick, fist-like Bonding Knot at the entrance of her pussy that she nearly panicked.
No, don’t freak out—don’t clamp down, she ordered herself. You need to let him in—need to be open enough to let him fuck you. It’s the only way.
And surely he could fuck her without knotting her…couldn’t he?
For a moment she wondered if this could really be happening. Was she really naked on all fours, her breasts hanging down like ripe fruit and her ass and pussy bared for the big Monstrum as he slowly filled her with his cock? She had never felt so animalistic and so completely vulnerable. But it wasn’t over yet—and it never would be until she let him fuck her and brought him back to himself.
“It’s…it’s all right, baby,” she told him, panting, as she looked back at him. “It’s okay, you can fuck me now—you can do it—go ahead.”
But Roarn shook his head.
“Need…all the way…inside,” he growled. “Need to knot you, Chris-teen. Need to breed you.”
Christine looked into his wild eyes. They were blazing with hunger—with need—and yet the animal part of him was still there, just below the surface. The Fury was still riding him—she could see it in his face.