Page 6 of The Werewolf's Sauna

"Half an hour. Maybe more." He adjusted his position slightly, taking some of his weight off me while remaining firmly locked inside. "You're not in a hurry, are you?"

I laughed weakly. "No. Not like I could go anywhere if I wanted to."

His muzzle nuzzled against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell good with my scent all over you. Inside you."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my spent cock give a valiant twitch against the bench. The werewolf noticed and let out another rumbling laugh.

"Insatiable little human," he murmured, his claws tracing feather-light patterns down my sides. "I think I chose well tonight."

The heat of the sauna had become almost unbearable, our bodies generating even more warmth in our joined state. Sweat poured down my face, pooling in the hollow of my throat and the small of my back. Yet I couldn't bring myself to care about the discomfort. Not when I was so perfectly, completely filled.

“Let’s go cool off,” the werewolf said, suddenly wrapping his arms around me.

He lifted me off the floor easily, holding me to his chest with one hand while we were still bound together. With the other he pushed the door open, walking us past the other members of the bathhouse who stared openly. I turned my gaze to the ground, unable to meet their gazes. Something about being knotted felt too…intimateto share with others. But at the same time my cock gave a heavy twitch knowing that I was being watched.

“Little bit of an exhibitionist, huh?” the wolf chuckled. He carried me into one of the smaller private pools, shutting the door behind us. Without a word he stepped into the water, letting the cool water rush across us with a hiss. “Fuck…” he moaned. “That’s better.”

He took a seat at one side of the pool, still holding me tight against him. I savored the cool touch of the water and allowed myself to rest my head against his furry chest. Through his fur I could hear the heavy beat of his heart, powerful and intimidating just like he was. His cock twitched inside me again and I let out a small moan of satisfaction. Tonight was turning out far better than I expected.

"My name is Kieran," the werewolf said after a moment, his voice quieter now. "In case you were wondering."

The introduction surprised me. Names weren't typically exchanged at the bathhouse, that was part of its appeal. The anonymity. The freedom from identity and expectation.

"Ty," I replied after a moment's hesitation. "I'm Ty."

"Ty," he repeated, as if testing how it felt on his tongue. "Small name for such a small human."

I snorted. "I'm five-ten. That's average."

"To you, maybe." His paw engulfed the back of my head, emphasizing the difference in our sizes. "To me, you're deliciously small."

His knot pulsed inside me as he spoke, sending a jolt of pleasure through my oversensitized body. I moaned softly, clenching around him involuntarily.

"Careful," he warned, his voice dropping to a growl. "Keep that up and I might need to fuck you again once my knot goes down."

The threat, or promise, made my breath catch. "Is that supposed to scare me?” I scoffed, grabbing his shoulders and forcing myself down further on his cock. “Because I’m not scared. I may be small, but I can take you again, no problem.”

The rumble that emanated from Kieran's chest was part growl, part laugh. His amber eyes flashed with predatory interest.

"Brave words from someone who can barely move," he said, his massive paw sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing the flesh possessively. "But I like your spirit."

His knot had begun to recede slightly, no longer painfully stretched but still firmly locking us together. The sensation of being so thoroughly filled, of being claimed so completely, sent shivers through my body. I could feel his cum deep inside me, warm and abundant.

"How long has it been since someone fucked you properly?" Kieran asked, his muzzle brushing against my ear.

I considered lying, but something about the way he looked at me made me want to be honest. "Months. Maybe longer. Usually I just suck people off and maybe fuck someone at the end of the night. But I don’t bottom much…"

"I can tell," he rumbled, his free hand trailing up my spine. "Your body was desperate for it. Hungry."

The cool water lapped around us, soothing my overheated skin. I shifted slightly, testing the give of his knot, and was rewarded with a pulse of pleasure that made me gasp.

"Easy," Kieran murmured, though his own breathing had quickened. "Unless you want me to bend you over the edge of this pool and fuck you until you can't remember your own name."

The image his words conjured sent heat pooling in my groin again. My cock, which had been soft against his fur, began to stir once more.

"Maybe I do," I challenged, rolling my hips slightly.

Kieran's eyes narrowed, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of amber remained. "You don't know what you're asking for, little human."

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