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I feel my resolve sliding away. I am also in a state of almost uncontrollable lust. My desire for her is even stronger than hers for me; that is simply the biology of the matter. The fact that we have been able to hold off for this long is a testament to our self-control, but we have both run out of every drop of it.

The moment I give in is divine madness.

I push her skirt up, pull her panties to the side, and free my cock. There is a brief moment in which I run my fingers over the soaked length of her pussy, but this is not a time for foreplay. We are both so far beyond needing to be warmed up.

I kiss her deeply and thoroughly, pick her up so she is facing me, her legs on either side of mine, and pull her down on my dick in one smooth motion. There is a moment of virginal resistance, but it quickly passes as I take her the way she has begged to be taken. She is hot, she is wet, and her hips dance on my lap as she lets out the most carnal and intense sound of satisfaction.

I cup her ass and use it to draw her up and down my cock, taking her sweet virgin pussy all for my own. There is little fairytale romance in this moment. This is a sweet young woman being ravaged on a plane, being given the good, hard fucking she very much deserves.

We are both entirely out of control, Anya riding me with gasps and moans, pushing her sweet pussy down on my cock again and again, helping me fuck her. She wants to be used. She wants to be claimed. She needs more.

I pick her up with her still on my cock, and I drop her over the arm of the airplane seat. These padded chairs are perfect for positioning the hot little ass of my mate at the right height.

I grab her hair and slide my cock back into her not so virginal pussy again. This treatment will be rough, and she will take every bit of it, because she demanded it. She wound me up. She demanded to be fucked. And now she is being absolutely ravaged.

Anya

His thick cock stretches me open time and time again, his hips slapping my ass as he fucks me. I waited so long to find out what sex would be like, and it is far more intense than I ever imagined. Every time I feel his strength and his desire, I feel my pussy drench itself all over again. He is so incredibly dominant, so completely commanding. He has not said a word, but the way he picks me up, turns me over, pushes me right into the position he wants me to be in, tells me I am completely in his control.

He bites the back of my neck and arches inside me, his cock stretching me every time he slides deep into me, the head finding the depths of my pussy. I had no idea that I could feel like this, trembling and squirming and begging both for more and for mercy.

“You are going to be sore when this is done,” he growls into my ear. “You are going to feel this fucking for days. Your tight little hole is going to ache for me, but you’re going to keep taking me, aren’t you, Anya? Because you’re my mate to breed, aren’t you?”

“Yes… yess… yes!” I can’t stop myself from agreeing with him as he ruts me deeply. I know my pussy is swollen and sensitive and on the verge of sore, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to keep fucking me until I reach the climax I know is getting closer and closer.

He slides his hand around my waist and rubs my pussy with those powerful fingers, grinding against my clit with the pads of his fingertips.

“That’s right. You’re a good girl, aren’t you,” he growls. “You’re a good little bitch taking her first fucking from her mate. This pussy is going to be mine forever, Anya. You’re going to take this cock whenever I decide your holes need to be bred. You’re going to take my cum inside you, and you are going to thank me for it.”

He sounds so ferociously dominant and more than a little scary, but those words only get me closer and closer to coming all over his big cock. He smacks my ass, sending a jolt of hot pain through me that only serves to make me damn near come right away.

“Fuck, Alexei! Fuck me, please, sir, fuck me…”

I start begging for my orgasm, knowing that he is the one who will decide whether I come or not. He pulls me up from the chair, slaps my pussy, and ruts me from behind, his big hand rubbing down the length of my belly, cupping my sex and giving me something to grind against as I take his dick.

“I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…”

I start whimpering the words as I get closer and closer to an orgasm that is going to obliterate the memories of all other climaxes I’ve ever attempted to have.

Alexei

I feel her pussy gripping me with those contractions that tell me she is already starting to come. She’s so damn tight, and so ready to go off, all it takes is a series of swift slaps to her pussy as I plow her deep and hard.

She’s coming hard, she’s writhing and wailing, she’s pushing back against me, and she’s crying out at the top of her lungs, forgetting that we’re not alone on the plane. There’s no such thing as modesty when an alpha female is being mated.

My cock is deep inside her tight little hole. This mating is finally happening, and there’s no way to stop it. I am going to come inside her. I am going to give her my seed, and she is going to orgasm for me so damn hard she loses herself as she has never lost herself before.

“Fuck! Alexei!” She screams my name as she sets me off, my cock swelling to several times its size at the base, forming the knot designed to ensure that the mating is successful. She is trapped on my cock right now, or would be, if not for the fact that she is also undergoing an incredible transformation of her own.

I grab her and I slide her down to the floor. Coming to my senses, I remember why I didn’t want to do this here or now, why it was such a terrible idea.

She-wolves of our kind don’t experience their first shift until they are mated by their fated mates. But this means she is turning here and now. Right in the cabin. Her body is breakingin ways that are transformative and terrible. There is nothing nice about the first time a wolf shifts. There is pain—agony. Bones are snapping. Her cells are rapidly dying and multiplying in different ways. She’s losing herself, and she’s finding a new self.

It’s not a pleasant experience. It is painful and it is frightening, and normally there would be preparation and discussions and a safe place to do it… and if I had just resisted our mutual needs then that would all have happened. Instead, she is undergoing an emergency of self hundreds of thousands of feet in the air.

I have never seen this process before. Shifting, yes, but I grew up knowing how to shift. Some males are born as whelps. For others, the onset of shifting starts at puberty. For it to happen as an adult is a terrible, terrible thing.

She is begging me for help, though she cannot form words in this moment. Her mouth is moving from human to animal. Her vocal cords are failing her. She is losing the ability to speak. Her cries pierce my ears as I do the only thing I can do… take my wolf form and attempt to comfort her, animal to animal.

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