Page 3 of Our Dark Winter Wish

Beneath my palm, her throat is swollen and deliciously full. Every inch of her is clenched as she’s filled not only by me but by the specially carved cock wedged inside her pussy.

I offer slow but painfully deep thrusts, keeping myself down her pipe as I fuck her.

Tears spill out from behind the blindfold, and thick saliva falls down her chin. When I pull out, her tongue circles my dripping cock as if she’s a starving little whore, desperate for every drop.

I chuckle, filled with pride at how well she takes me.

Sliding both my hands into her hair, I abandon her throat, and make her take me again, holding her head as I fuck her hard and without mercy. Grunts and moans seep out whenever my cock isn’t filling her up, and even when she is desperate for relief, she doesn’t pull away but waits for more.

Pants for more.

Grinds herself back and forth against the ground so her birthday gift fucks her in time with me.

‘You like that, my Goddess?’ I ask. ‘You certainly look like you do. Fuck. Your mouth is as wide open as your sweet pussy is.’

With a grunt, I shove myself back down her throat and fuck her as she deserves, and when I’m buried as far as I can go, I spill into her, my release pulsing straight down her throat, making her choke and gag in my grip. As soon as I’m done, I kick her down into the soft earth and grip the wooden cock.

And I fuck her hard. I fuck her without mercy. I fuck her as my goddess deserves.

My Mate. My woman.

I snatch off her blindfold, and she blinks me into focus. Her gaze lands on me, and I know I’m all there is for her now.

She is mine, and I am hers.

‘I love you,’ I tell her.

Her back arches and her pleasure-filled screams make the ground tremble and the bark around us groan.

I like to think my words pushed her over the edge. But I think it's more likely it was the two fingers I surprised her tight little arse hole with that may be the true culprit.

I watch her and the effect she has on the house with wonder, and I know I will never tire of watching her convulse and twist in pleasure and pain, nor miss the uncertainty of if she’ll one day bring the cottage down on our heads when she cums.

My perfect woman.

My Goddess.

My Mate.

I flip her over so she’s face down on the fur rug. My cock is still hard and ready for round two.

Oh, the perks of being a wolf.

I pull out the wooden cock, hoist up her hips and spread her arse cheeks.

‘Feel free to scream, Pix,’ I grin, resting it at her waiting little hole. The tip of my cock teases her pussy as I begin the task of stretching her arse with the wooden cock. ‘You’re about to get really full.’

I ease both in at the same time.

‘That’s a good girl.’

2

Dorian

Yeah. This is about right. Here I am. A living death god who collects souls and uses them as weapons… or at least… I did once.

Now I’m out in the depths of an ancient forest, wading through inches of snow, looking for fucking bugs.

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