Page 107 of Stags

“Shower,” he said, nostrils flaring. He left the bathroom.

She got in the shower and washed herself, using all of his shower products, figuring he wanted her to smell like him, and even though he’d said she should stay in there until he told her to come out, she turned the water off and dried off on one of his towels on her own.

He appeared in the doorway. He was naked. “You don’t do as you’re told, do you?”

“Not usually, no,” she said, shaking her head. “There’s a reason I work for myself, you know.” Her gaze went to his crotch. His cock was lying there, soft.

He nodded. “I do know.” He lifted his fingers and crooked them, beckoning her.

She scampered over to him. “What happened to your knot?”

“Needs to expand inside you,” he said. “Do you not know how this works?”

She shrugged. “You can’t just, like, wrestle it in, force it into my pussy?”

He cleared his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s possible. You want to try that?”

She shrugged again. “Sure.”

“Sure,” he echoed, grinning at her. “That coyote you were with didn’t have a knot for you?”

“I… don’t remember,” she said. “I was very drunk on account of being heartbroken and all.”

“Heartbroken, huh?”

She cringed. “Forget I said that. I didn’t say that. I don’t even like you. You seem incredibly unlikable, Lyall the wolfkin.”

“Iseem unlikable, Miss Fucks-Everything-In-Sight?”

“Thatreallyisn’t fair,” she said.

He guided her out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. “You make me possessive is the thing.”

“Well, that sounds like a you problem,” she said.

He shoved her face down on his bed and swatted her bare ass.

She let out a squeak.

“I mean, maybe,” he said. “Maybe it’s my problem. I don’t know. Don’t move.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “Don’t move?”

“Yeah,” he said, stroking a hand over his cock. “Lay just like that.”

“What are you doing? Jerking off on me?”

“Uh huh,” he said. “I told you I wanted to. Do you remember that? I want you to smell like me. I want to mark you.”

“Like I’m your territory?”

“Exactly,” he said, and he was hard now and he was jerking his dick quickly, back and forth, as she gazed at him.

She shouldn’t like that, should she? She should find that gross. She should feel demeaned. She should tell him not to. She should leave.

Instead, she watched and made little gasping noises when he painted her ass cheeks and back with his semen.

Then he stuck his cock inside her.

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