“You are mine,” I remind her. “And I can promise you there will be nothing small, or safe about your life with me. I will ensure that you never become comfortable, and that you are never bored.”
As I speak, I strip her down and turn her over onto her stomach. I need to prove to my naughty human mate that I am capable of taming her. I never want to break her of her wildness, but I do want to have some illusion of control.
She is already wriggling her hips, the slick arousal of her sex confirming my suspicions. She enjoys being in trouble. She craves it. And she will go out of her way to find it if she is not already in it.
My cock is throbbing for her, as always. She is deliciously curvy and all too soft, but it is not her sex that I intend to penetrate now. Instead I have taken aim at the darker, deeper little hole that hides between her cheeks.
“What are you… oh!”
I push the head of my cock against the tight hole, pin her by the back of the neck, and start to press inside her ass.
“Gruff! That’s not the right hole!”
“Not for a good, obedient mate, it isn’t. But for you, my rebellious human mate, it is exactly the right hole. Every time you try to run, I can promise you will be brought back. And every time you are brought back, I can promise you will be punished. I will make you hurt, human. I will make you scream for mercy.”
Jem
He knows me too fucking well. Better than I know myself. Now he knows my ass better than anybody too. I am being stretched in a filthy way, treated like the bad girl I am. He might be right. It might not be that I’m not interested in peace so much as I crave chaos. I need this. I need to be in trouble. I need to be taught lessons. I need my mate to be able to punish-fuck me into submission from time to time.
And that is exactly what Gruff does. He keeps me pinned down as he works his cock deep into my ass with steady, stern strokes. My pussy provides all the lubricant he needs to claim me.
“You’re a bad little girl,” he growls in my ear. “A very naughty little human, and you’re having your ass fucked now, aren’t you.”
“Yes,” I moan.
He pulls back, slapping one cheek and then the other, before sliding back inside my rear. It doesn’t hurt so much as it stretches and aches. Being fucked anally makes it impossible for me to take any kind of pride in my situation. Gruff has made me his pet, his lover, his mate, and his toy. He’s discovered the secret to loving me: doing it roughly.
Gruff bucks me hard, his thick cock plunging in and out of my hot, sore ass with clear punitive intent. He’s punishing me. He’s teaching me a lesson about leaving his territory and disobeying his rule. He’s making me sore. And he’s also giving me the most intense pleasure my body can handle.
I am screaming with something dangerously close to orgasm, hoping he thinks that’s the sound of me learning my lesson. The intensity of his lovemaking could break me. He is pounding me against the bed, every thrust and plunge of his hips forcing my ass to spread for him and submit to him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” I curse as I grind my clit into his bed, getting closer and closer to coming as he breeds my ass roughly.
“Yes, Jem. Curse for me. Swear for me. Scream for me. That’s all you can do now, isn’t it. Submit to me and writhe and wail like the deserving little brat you are.”
His lecturing puts me over the edge. I come with my ass wrapped around his cock, the tight muscle of my rear contracting around his cock, demanding he come in the same filthy hole he just claimed.
Gruff goes not disappoint. He slams deep into me and comes in my ass, leaving my wet pussy empty, taking his pleasure in the hotter, tighter place, leaving me bereft of the particular kind of orgasm I was hoping for.
I don’t deserve to have my pussy fucked today. But maybe, if I’m a very good girl, he might breed my cunt tomorrow.
He is not completely content with spending his come in me. He also wants to spank it in, spreading my legs and whipping my ass and pussy with the flat of his fingers. I know better than to beg for mercy. Everything I have done has shown him that I don’t want mercy. Now as his fingertips whip against my poor unfucked pussy, I find myself close to crying. They’re not tears of pain, though. They’re tears of relief, and joy.
Gruff’s going to give me what I need. He’s going to make my life an adventure in every sense. And he’s going to make my ass and pussy sore as well as satisfied.
“Naughty wet pussy,” he lectures. “I’ll have to make sure you stay nice and sore here. Filled up with cum and spanked until you’re good and obedient.”
I smell like Gruff. His scent is all over me. His cum is deep inside me. He has marked me and bred me and now he is pushing me to my very limits. I scream. I cry. I fall in love.
* * *
“Ihave a deal for you,” Gruff says when he is done with my ass.
I am aching but in a pleasant kind of way, the kind of way only someone wired the way I am would understand. I feel a deep sense of peace, not just because I’ve had my ass whipped and worked over, but because I feel understood. Gruff gets me. Holy fuck, does he get me.
“What’s that?”
“You live a peaceful life with me, no running away, no trouble making, no disobedience, and I will escort you on adventures in the off-season. Billy can look after the herd. You and I can travel. You will see all this world. But you will do it with me, and I will not have to spend hours and days imagining you hurt, or worse.”