Page 80 of How to Trust a Hellhound
“What, Mei Ume? What do you want?” he asked again.
“Your knot, Wilder. I want you to knot me and fill me up,” I groaned.
He kissed me, his mouth devouring mine. His tail went deeper, and I arched up, gasping. He leaned down and bit my neck, and my hands gripped him, my nails digging into his back.
“So perfect. Mark me up, just like I’m going to mark you up,” Wilder murmured in my ear before giving the lobe a bite.
I felt raw, like every nerve ending was exposed, and each bite was a bright spark that lit up my whole body. Wilder’s tail slid out of me, and I whined in protest.
“I know, Mei Ume, I know,” he murmured.
I could feel him lining himself up to enter me. His dick was slick, and I had no idea when he’d gotten lube and didn’t much care if he didn’t use it. I wanted the burn and the pressure. I wanted the spark of pain that slid into endless pleasure when he filled me up.
He teased at my entrance, and when the head slid in, I thrust my hips down, taking him all in and crying out at the sensation. Wilder groaned in my ear as my body spasmed around him.
“Yes, mate, take me in. Take what you need from me,” he murmured.
He flipped us over, putting me on top, and I sank even further onto his dick, the burn and fullness taking all my attention.
“So beautiful,” Wilder said again, holding gently onto my hips.
I took a moment to adjust, reveling in the feel of him inside me. Then I began to move, sliding myself up and down as we both moaned in pleasure. I rested my hands on his chest to get better leverage. He shifted his hips a bit, and with that, he hit my prostate, making me gasp.
He smiled at my gasp, his eyes hooded, his face lax with pleasure, and I felt so good that I was making him feel that way. I was bringing him that pleasure. He used his hands on my hips to help guide me, thrusting up to meet my down thrusts, and I was lost in the sensations.
His body was hot and firm beneath me, my cock was bobbing up and down, hard and aching, and my ass was full of Wilder. I couldn’t stop the little noises coming out of me, and Wilder hummed in appreciation, murmuring how beautiful I was, how perfect I was, how good I was.
I wanted the moment to last forever, because it was all bliss. Histail came around and wrapped around my dick. I cried out; I wasn’t going to last. His tail wound around me, squeezing my cock and gently pulling on it. The pressure in my hole, the steady thrust against my prostate, and the squeezing of my cock sent me over the edge.
I came with a shout, my whole body going lax on top of Wilder. He thrust up into me as I continued to come, my entire body shaking with the intensity of my orgasm. His tail milked the last of my orgasm from me, and then he effortlessly flipped us so I was underneath him, lifting my hips with one hand so we were angled together.
I groaned as his tail loosened around me, but it held onto my cock lightly. I was still somehow hard, and the pleasure was on the verge of being too much. Every nerve felt like it was exposed, and the line between pleasure and pain blurred. I wanted to pull away and yet I never wanted it to stop.
Wilder thrust into me, chasing his own pleasure, and I grabbed onto his back, my nails digging in and urging him on. His head rested against my shoulder, and I leaned up and bit his neck, hard, just like he had done to me. He moaned out, and I felt his cock growing thicker.
“Please, Wilder,” I moaned. “Knot me.”
He groaned again, and his movements slowed as he got thicker and thicker inside me. I thrust my hips against him, moaning.
“I’m so full, Wilder, so full of you. Feels so good.”
“Yes, Mei Ume, you take me so well. Such a good boy, taking everything, giving me so much pleasure. You feel so good around me,” he murmured.
His words sent arcs of pleasure through my whole body, and when he bit down on my neck, I felt another orgasm wash over me, my body shaking with it. It went on and on, like a soft wave washing through my entire body.
Eventually he stilled, his cock still full and heavy inside me, andhe rolled us so I was on top again. I groaned in protest—I had enjoyed his weight on top of me. I felt like I might fly apart if he wasn’t there to press me down.
He seemed to know, because he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. I relaxed against his chest, pressing little kisses and licks on his skin, tasting the smoky, salty essence of him.
He kissed the top of my head, his hands rubbing down my back, pressing me into him, soothing me. He continued to mutter words of praise, and I floated for a while, sated and warm and still full of Wilder.
Eventually the pressure eased, Wilder’s knot going down. At some point his tail had let my cock go. I gave a sound of protest as his softening cock slid free and I felt a trickle of cum leaking out. He hugged me tighter, and his tail slid into my hole, making me hum in happiness.
“Do you like that, Mei Ume? Keeping me inside you?” he whispered.
“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned, incapable of more words.
He chuckled, continuing to run his hands on my skin and softly kiss my head. He murmured more soft words to me, and I floated in a haze of pleasure. I felt myself drifting off, my eyes and body heavy.
