He wasn’t tender or kind in the way he ravaged my body. His hips slammed forward again and again until I was forced to take his entire length. My entrance gave way and I sighed with excitement once I felt him seat fully inside me.
His knot quivered gently within me and I moaned loudly in response.
One of his hands slithered around my throat and I lifted my chin, giving him access. He drew in a heated breath and leaned down, taking my lips as his.
His kiss was brutal, rough, and all-consuming. If I had wanted to fight him, I would have lost, but in that moment I didn’t. Instead, I let his lips conquer mine. His tongue took hold of mine, swirling around beyond the barrier of my lips, and I kissed him back just as savagely.
The wet sounds of our fucking echoed around me, but I didn’t care.
My pussy quivered around his cock, milking him with my body and demanding more. He made sure I was not disappointed. His body slammed forward, using my entrance for his own pleasure. It hurt and I reveled in it.
He was big enough that no matter how much my body could prepare for him, it continued to hurt. He was so long that I could feel the head of his member pounding against the very edges of my depths. His girth stretched me so wide that the constant ache made me shiver with delicious agony.
He fucked me like I was made to be fucked, like my sole purpose in life was to take his cock and milk him of every ounce of his seed.
Then he drew his head back and stared down at me with black eyes. Absentmindedly, I wondered if mine looked the same. Was I just as feral as he?
I arched my back, curling my hips to meet his thrusts, and I took every single inch he had to give me. I whimpered, the sounds emerging from my throat a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain. It hurt. It turned me on. I was awash in battling sensations at war beneath my skin.
Liquid pleasure pooled between my thighs and the noises of our wet fucking echoed in the deafening silence. It was lurid, depraved, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to come.
My pussy convulsed around his cock, pushed to the very limits of what my body could take, and I moaned with pleasure. Heat simmered beneath my skin and I began to feel feverish, desire building inside of me at an overwhelming pace. I trembled beneath his power and began to question why I had fought so hard against this in the first place.
A pressure built deep in my core, stronger and more intense than anything I had ever known. I moaned, losing myself underneath the alpha that had laid claim to my body. His fingers squeezed slightly around my throat, reminding me both of his power and his strength and of the distinct role I was to play. His touch heated my flesh and I shivered under the intensity of his alpha nature.
My core roiled with arousal, desperate to be set free. It hurt. My body screamed for release, senseless desire pulsing in my veins.
I lifted my legs, curling my knees around his waist, rocking my hips back and forth in an effort to take him deeper than before, and that’s when I felt his knot flutter within me. If I had thought I had wanted him before, now I was frantic with it.
He purred low in his throat, and I reacted violently to it, my pussy expanding just a bit further in order to take all of him safely inside me. The base of his cock swelled larger and larger, hooking just behind my pelvic bone and claiming me as his own.
The size of his knot started to hurt me and still it inflated more with each passing second, until it was completely anchored inside me. It pulsed slightly and my inner walls shivered around him, milking his cock for his seed.
He groaned, the sound a strange combination of a snarl and a purr, meant to subdue me in the final moments of our mating. My clit pulsed and I tentatively reached down to press against it before he swatted my hand away, replacing it with his own. I was soaked with my own arousal, so his finger slid across my needy bud. At first, his touch was soft, teasing, but then he pressed harder and wrenched my very first orgasm from what felt like the depths of my soul.
I screamed. I moaned. I trembled, but nothing could have ever prepared me for the pleasure that ravaged me. White-hot light blinded me as my eyes rolled back in my head. Held captive by his knot, I was forced to feel every last inch of him inside my body, made to feel the heat of his cock within me, and still my pussy oozed slick.
I was so fucking hot. I needed more.
The only thing that would satiate me would be his seed. Wild lust destroyed my defenses, holding me prisoner to my instincts to breed.
Glorious, sinful pleasure simmered underneath my skin. I keened from its power, overwhelmed by its intensity, and still I wanted more. I knew then that estrous had taken hold of me completely.
I would crave alpha cock for the next several days. Nothing else would satisfy me.
His thumb circled around my clit, coercing every sliver of pleasure free from me that he could. Still, my core cramped hard and I knew that this was only the beginning. I would need so much more than this.
His dick pulsed and shuddered inside me and I tried to prepare myself for the onslaught of alpha cum, but nothing could have prepared me for the molten heat of his seed. At once, his cum surged up inside me, spurt after spurt searing my insides. It came in waves, one after another, forcing me into the hurtling depths of a second, more powerful orgasm.
So fucking hot.
His knot ballooned another inch, forcing my body to hold the veritable ocean of alpha seed within my channel. My pussy convulsed, drawing one burst of cum and then another out of his club-sized cock.
Caught up in the throes of my heat and in the depths of orgasm, I hardly noticed when he leaned forward, curling his head into my neck. He kissed my skin gently and then roughly bit down.
I screamed. Blinding lust consumed me, shattering me into a million little pieces, and I knew then that I’d never be the same again.
His teeth clamped tighter onto my skin, and still I shivered with orgasm.