As if reading my mind, he clambered to his feet, licking my juices from his lips and untying the laces on his breeches.
I stifled a cry, a mixture of lust and alarm, but I could not draw my eyes away as he yanked his trousers down and the rod that lay between his legs sprung free.
I had never seen the most intimate part of a man before, and certainly not stiff and erect like this. But even so, I was certain this was the cock of a monster and not a man. It stood the length and thickness of my forearm. The head was bulbous in shape and silvery liquid trailed from the tip toward the forest floor. Thick veins ran down its length and at the base rested an engorged mass of pulsing tissue…
“My knot.”
I gulped. I knew the mechanics of the coupling between a man and a woman, in theory anyway, but I could not possibly see how that thing would ever fit inside me. He would surely split me in two.
“Sir,” I trembled, backing away.
He growled, a low, rumbling warning, and the noise had me halting. “Do not step away from me, little one, not when my hard cock is aching and drooling to be inside the sweetness of your cunt.”
His coarse words should have shocked me. Instead, they sent another shiver of desire down my spine. This beast understood me better than myself.
He pitched towards me, grasping my buttocks in his hands and lifting me against him. The hot outline of his cock dug into my stomach as he stumbled with me, pressing me against the trunk of a tree, his mouth on my neck. I wrapped my arms around him.
An ache throbbed between my legs and, despite my concerns, I longed to have him inside me.
“I will not be gentle, little one. I cannot be. It is not in my nature. But you will take it. You will take everything I give you.”
I bit my lip and nodded my head, grinding my hips against him.
“Yes,” he purred, “Yes. I knew you would be a greedy little thing. Knew my mate would need my cock.”
He shifted me upward, and the head of his desire nudged my entrance.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Little one,” he whispered, nuzzling at one of my breasts. “Relax for me.”
I sighed as his tongue laved my creased nipple, then gasped as he thrust his hard rod up inside me.
My head fell backwards against the rough bark of the tree and I winced in pain, biting back a whimper.
He was inside me now, but although he stretched me wide, I realised he had barely breached me. Grunting, he pushed further, my walls parting to take more and more of him, deeperand deeper inside me, until I was sure he was bucking up against my very womb.
“Hmmm, you feel so good, little mate, so good. Better than I ever imagined. I am going to enjoy fucking you, rutting you, filling your belly with my pups.”
I moaned as, finally, the knot at the base of his cock knocked against my entrance and he could proceed no further. His body rested flush against mine, the pelt on his chest tickling my sensitive breasts.
He paused inside me, breathing in my scent, and I smoothed my hands through the fur on his shoulders, loving how soft it felt on my fingers.
“Such a good little mate,” he moaned. “Going to take good care of me and my pups.” As the last word faded on his lips, he pulled his hips away from me sharply, his cock dragging through my channel, massaging that spot he’d found earlier and making me moan. Then he thrust back inside me, so violently he shook the tree and crushed the breath from my lungs. He repeated the action again and again, aided by the wetness his earlier attention had wrung from my quim. The friction drove me wild.
I clung to his fur, yanking at it, my body writhing and squirming in his grasp as I felt that surge of ecstasy building in me.
It wasn’t meant to be this way, was it? Not for a woman, anyway. We all knew men were driven by their carnal desires, but women? Coupling was something our sex had to endure, an unpleasantness to satisfy our husbands and bless us with children.
It wasn’t meant to feel this earth-shatteringly good. Especially to a woman like me who, until tonight, had never been touched. But, then again, I wondered how many husbands had pressed their mouths to their wives’ most intimate parts,and had driven pleasure from them with their tongues, before having them against a tree.
He had well and truly primed me for this rutting and I crashed over the precipice again, crying out with ecstasy as my body went limp and boneless.
It didn’t deter the beast. He kept right on bucking into me, his hands tight vices on my backside, his teeth nipping at my shoulder.
“Look how well you take me, little mate. You like it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I panted, unable to deny it. He was a monster, perhaps born of Hell itself, rutting me against a tree, and I did not care, could not care, for anything but the divine sensations dancing around my body. He had promised to take me to heaven, and it was a promise he had kept.