Page 77 of Beastkin
“Please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for. More of his tongue? His cock? Both?
Karrick seemed to understand anyway. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial of the magical oil we always carried. We were always prepared, no matter what.
“Always begging for me” he rumbled, his voice thick with desire as he drizzled the oil between my cheeks. It warmed instantly against my skin, a tingling sensation that made me gasp. “Such a good pup.”
The praise sent a flush of heat through me and straight down to my cock. I pressed my forehead against the pine-needle floor, arching my back to give him better access as his thick finger circled my entrance.
“I need you,” I whispered, the words muffled against the ground. “Please, Karrick...”
His finger pushed inside me, the magical oil making the slide easy and painless. I moaned at the intrusion, my body yielding to him as it always did. One finger became two, stretching me, preparing me for his considerable size.
“Look at you,” he said, his voice full of wonder. “So ready to take my thick cock.”
The crude words in his deep voice made me whimper with need. I’d never been with anyone who could reduce me to such a desperate state with just their voice. He added a third finger, and I gasped at the stretch, pleasure-pain radiating through me.
“I’m ready,” I insisted, pushing back against his hand. “Please, Karrick. I need you to fuck me.”
Karrick chuckled, the sound low and predatory. “So impatient.” But he withdrew his fingers, and I heard the slick sounds of him coating his cock with the oil. “But I’m happy to serve.”
The blunt head of his dick pressed against my entrance, and I forced myself to relax, to breathe through the initial stretch. No matter how many times we did this, the first push always took my breath away, the sheer overwhelming nature of accommodating his size never quite became routine.
“Breathe, pup,” Karrick murmured, his massive hands gentle on my hips as he slowly pushed forward. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.”
I panted against the forest floor, my fingers digging into the soft pine needles as my body stretched to accommodate him. The magical oil worked its wonders, easing the burn and replacing it with waves of pleasure that made my vision blur at the edges.
“More,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “I can take it. Ineedit.”
He growled approvingly and sank deeper, filling me inch by incredible inch until I felt completely claimed by him. When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still, breathing heavily in the cramped space of our childhood fort.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he breathed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “So tight and perfect around my cock.”
I could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely full of him. Through our bond, I felt his pleasure mixing with mine, creating a feedback loop that had us both trembling with need.
When he finally began to move, it was with long, slowstrokes that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of electricity racing up my spine. The old fort creaked ominously around us with each movement, but I couldn’t bring myself to care about anything other than the incredible feeling of Karrick claiming me.
“Harder,” I begged, my voice breaking on the word. “Please, I need?—”
He didn’t let me finish, pulling almost completely out before slamming back into me with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. I cried out, the sound echoing through the winter forest, but he didn’t slow down. If anything, my response seemed to spur him on.
“That’s it,” he growled, setting a punishing rhythm that had me clawing at the ground beneath me. “Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”
His words sent heat racing through my veins. I pushed back to meet each thrust, desperate for more friction, more of that delicious stretch that only he could provide. My own cock bounced neglected between my legs, leaking steadily as Karrick fucked me with increasing intensity.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, one hand leaving my hip to tangle in my hair. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”
I wrapped my hand around myself eagerly, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was almost too much, pleasure building at the base of my spine like a coiled spring ready to snap.
“Karrick,” I gasped, my rhythm faltering as the sensations threatened to overwhelm me. “I’m close, I’m so fucking close?—”
“Cum for me, pup,” he growled, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. “Cum for me while I breed you.”
His words pushed me over the edge. I came with a strangled cry, my body clenching around his massive cock as pleasure exploded through me. Waves of ecstasy radiated outward from where we were connected, my release spilling onto the pine needles beneath us as my vision blurred at the edges.
Karrick growled, his rhythm faltering as my climax triggered his own. I felt him swell impossibly larger inside me, and then he was cumming, hot and deep, his massive body curling protectively over mine as he marked me from the inside.
We stayed like that for several heartbeats, connected in the most intimate way possible, our breathing gradually slowing. Through our bond, I felt his satisfaction, his love, his fierce protectiveness washing over me in gentle waves. There was no need for words. The winter air was cold around us, but between our bodies, there was only warmth.
Finally, Karrick eased himself out of me with a gentleness that belied his massive size. I winced slightly at the emptiness, already missing the fullness of him inside me. He helped me turn over, cradling me against his chest as we both tried to catch our breath.