“Yesss,” she moaned and it was her orgasm that set off my own.
I slammed into her once, twice, three times, and on the fourth, I buried every inch of my ribbed shaft in her, feeling my knot start to thicken, my big hairy balls starting to tighten close to my body with my impending orgasm.
“Beast,” she screamed as her climax peaked again, and that was my undoing.
I threw my head back and roared.
I came and came and came so much I felt my seed spilling out, squirting out from where we were connected and coating our thighs and bellies.
“You’re doing so good,” I said huskily, shakily, as it was hard to even speak the words. “Making me come so hard.” My voice was barely audible as she kept moving her palms up my horns until she was at the tips. Then she slid her hands back down, stroking them as if she were jerking me off.
“They’re so thick and hard.”
I groaned as my orgasm kept going on and on, a crescendo of pleasure and pain that I never wanted to end.
Having her touch my horns was like a direct line to my cock, an electrical current that made it all the more pleasurable.
I’d knotted inside of her, the center of my cock swelling to the point it was painful in the best fucking way as it ensured I was locked deep in her body.
“So good. You are doing so good, you feel so fucking good, my little human wife.” Her pussy clamped around me again. “No one will ever make me feel so damn feral with desire, or make me come so fucking hard.”
I was still pumping out spurts of seed, making sure her womb was filled, making sure there was no way she wouldn’t carry my baby after tonight.
The sounds that came from me were inhuman, a testament to how far gone I was.
With my hands caging her in on either side of her body, my claws dug into the ground, dirt embedded underneath them, my focus landed on her shoulders, where I’d scratched her the hell up, those claw marks covering her pale skin. And then I looked at her throat, where my bite mark was nice and prominent.
A wave of possessiveness, of proprietary need, slammed into me, and I snarled and fucked her harder, having to hold her in place as I pounded into her soft, but tight pussy.
I leaned forward and dragged my tongue across that mark, over and over again, licking at the droplets of blood that beaded from the puncture wounds.
She tasted sweet and coppery. She tasted like mine.
My knot grew harder, the rising swelling even more, teasing and pressing against the sensitive inner walls of her deliciously hot cunt.
It was long moments of me unable to pull out of her tight heat, not that I wanted to. I could’ve stayed buried deep in her body and never been happier. But when I felt the swelling of the knotting start to go down, I forced myself to pull out of her.
I groaned; she moaned and gasped.
I knew she had to be sore, and that had hard pleasure filling me all over again.
Right before I fully pulled out, I leaned back and looked down, humming in appreciation at the sight of her virgin blood all over my big, swollen cock.
“Say it,” I demanded without looking up from between her thighs.
“I’m yours,” she said without more prompting.
“Yeah, you are, my sweet, perfect girl.” I pulled out that last inch, my thick cock head popping free of her swollen, soaked, and pink pussy.
I wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside. But the next best thing was keeping her gloriously thick thighs spread open so I could be a voyeur and watch as my cum poured out of her like a geyser.
Thick rivers of semen slipped out of her pussy hole and slid down the crack of her ass to pool underneath her on the ground.
My cock ached painfully, and I could have fucked her all night, pounding into her over and over again as I kept filling her up. But I knew my small human wife was sore.
She needed rest, to recoup, and gather her strength for more of the rough fucking I had planned.
Besides… we had our entire lives for me to continue to devour her. And I hoped she was ready, because I didn’t plan on ever stopping.
The fairy tales were wrong…
Beauty could want the Beast.