ice-cream cone.
“You’re a pretty pup. Prettiest in the lands, I think.”
I smile.
“Go on and turn around.”
I kneel on all fours on the bed.
Nar fists a hand in my hair and pulls. I grip his hand with both of mine as he pulls me into a kneeling position so that my bottom sits on my feet. At my ear, he says. “I said turn around, not get on all fours so I can mount you.” He chuckles in that growly masculine way, and my insides twist. I start squirming on the bed, rubbing my pussy on the mattress. Nar doesn’t let go of my hair. He yanks it so I’m looking up at him and bends to kiss me again, one hand parting the fur I’m wearing and touching my pussy.
I moan into his mouth as he strokes me. I hear how wet I am and moan louder when he inserts two fingers inside me. Shamelessly, I ride them, moving my hips back and forth while he’s holding my hair and kissing me passionately. He smells like the forest, fur, and steel, and I can’t get enough of how he handles my body. He controls me.
When he slaps my pussy, I yelp, also into his mouth.
He slaps it again, then grabs my breast and squeezes painfully.
I protest by trying to move his hand away, but he’s holding my hair and still kissing me.
He grabs the other breast and growls as he squeezes it. I try moving his hand away because it hurts, but I notice I’m riding the bed at the same time.
Nar releases my hair and trails a claw up my arm, raising goose bumps in its wake. I try moving closer to him, but he grabs my throat and holds me in place. He pinches my clit, then pumps his fingers inside me, and I squirm on the bed while he holds the upper half of my body immobile.
“Please,” I say.
“Shhh,” he whispers at my ear. “Pups whine. They don’t talk.”
I hold his forearm and dig my fingernails into his skin. He presses his front to my back. It’s warm and hard, and as he purrs while finger fucking me, my pussy contracts, and I come on his fingers, riding them until my body goes limp.
When he releases me, I plop onto the mattress, my vision blurry, my channel contracting with aftershocks. I can’t utter a word or move. I want to stay like this forever. On the bed, with him doing whatever he wants with me.
And he does do whatever he wants.
“Look at the mess you made,” he says, voice strangled, and if I turned my head, I know I’d see the scary hunter eyes watching me. I glance over my shoulder, and they shine like beacons in the dark as Nar licks his fingers, his gaze not on me but on my pussy, which is turned up and ready for him.
He swings and lands a slap on my ass. I yelp.
He smiles.
He lands another one and rubs with one hand while spanking me three times in the same place with the other hand. I cover my ass, a jerk reaction. Gathering both my wrists, he presses them at the small of my back, then climbs on the bed. He pins my upper body more, and I close my eyes as he enters me slowly. I’m so wet that he slides in entirely, and I feel his balls on my clit. When he doesn’t move, I wiggle.
He groans.
I’m so full of cock that I spread my legs, practically doing a split on the bed.
He grabs my hips and lifts me back into the position he wants me in. And my pussy flutters.
“If you’re a good pup, and I’m pleased with how you whine while I fuck you, I’ll let you sleep with me. If not, you’re going in the corner, and I’m gonna keep coming inside your mouth all night.”
A shiver runs down my spine. His filthy mind turns me on. I feel free and wanton, and I wiggle again to make him groan and maybe entice him to lose a bit of control like I have. I’d let him do anything right now, especially when he’s filled me with that massive cock of his.
Nar moves inside me, slow at first, and each glide inside me builds more fever in my lower belly. When he thrusts in earnest, picking up the pace, he starts snarling and growling, losing the soothing purr.
Holding me down, he ruts over me, and