D.R Bucetovski

He's laying back on the couch, letting you suck and lick at his cock until you go too deep and accidentally choke yourself, coughing up spit and cum. He softly lifts you up off his cock by your jaw, making you look at him with your ragged breaths and half lid eyes, his face is a strange mix of horny and concerned.

"I told you not to go too deep, Angel. If you hurt yourself again, I won't let you cum."

You nod at the gentle threat, sinking back down to sloppily kiss his straining cock. You suck his tip while your hands pump the rest of him. Not chancing choking yourself again because you know he keeps his promises.

—

He's got you against his chest, one hand supporting your weight so he can look you in your eyes as he stretches you open. You're so close to cumming again, his thick fingers repeatedly pumping that sweet spot. You tip your head back in a groan as you near your climax and he immediately stops moving.

Your whine is cut off by his soft command,

"Look at me."

You wipe the wetness from your eyes and come face to face with him again. Pleading eyes meeting his calm ones, and you almost flutter them shut again when he starts moving his thick fingers inside you.

"I know, I know, Sweetheart. You just have to look at me, you can do that."

You nod because you know you can. You clutch his shoulders, squeezing your legs around his waist and look him in his pretty eyes when you cum for him, the slick sounds of your pussy bringing heat to your cheeks.

—

It's actually a pretty good thing that he's in control most of the time because you always rush into it too quickly, too horny to do the proper prep. He takes his sweet time and you genuinely don't know how he does it without losing control.

You've been cockwarming on the couch for just 10 minutes and you're already about to lose it. He's calm, like always, watching a nature documentary about humming birds or something, you can't focus because you can feel his fat cock with every heartbeat and he keeps grazing a hand down your ass.

Every time you try to move, try to get some friction, his hand just applies more force on your back, keeping you in place.

You let out a frustrated groan, clutching his arm to get his attention. He just huffs a small laugh, patting your ass.

He's going to make sure you're properly stretched for him before he even thinks about fucking you and you can't do anything about it.

If things went as you expected, in about an hour, you’ll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if you’re extra lucky, you’d get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.

But you shouldn’t have.

Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, you’re completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that you’re already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.

By the time you’re on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. He’s fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.

You don’t think. You don’t process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.

You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you aren’t sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.

“I know you’re home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!” His voice is way too loud, there’s no way the rest of your neighbors didn’t hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.

“It’s open!” You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.

But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G

“You do not leave your door open again,” he growls.

The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you aren’t going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. It’s starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.

He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. “Why are you dripping with come?”

“The fleshlight… Fuck. It’s enchanted. Good goddess… The fleslight... It’s a portal,” you struggle to say.

“Are you saying my come is IN YOU right now?” His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.

He clearly doesn’t care about your struggles, because next thing you know he’s pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.

But it doesn’t end there- he’s a werewolf in rut and you’re nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.

You’d never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.

You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything that’s not that point in your pussy and the way you’re gushing around his fingers, the way you’re… peeing? Fuck. You’re squirting all over him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if he’s playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until you’re crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, you’re still coming.

The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.

You come back to him licking the tears away, and you can’t feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and he’s soon kissing your forehead.

“I couldn’t let my seed drip down,” he explains as if it’s the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. “You like that? You like being stuffed full of come?” You shiver and he takes that as the ‘yes’ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: “Are you ready to feel it for real?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.

You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.