Just Thirst

Come here. Splay your hand just above — right there. Feel that?

Those are for you, my eggs.

It feels good, filling myself with these, knowing I'm going to fill you with them later.

My litter, for you, pet.

I want to pin you down and run my lips and tongue over every square inch of your skin, seeking out all the spots that make you twitch and moan, softly experimenting.

I want to smear my cunt over your skin, mark you with my arousal and let you feel just how wet you make me.

I want to fill your cunt, with my fingers my thumb my fist, and feel you spread and clench around me.

I want to drag your tongue to my cunt to have you lick up this mess, and if you make me keep dripping, well, you'll just have to keep licking.

I want to kiss you, skin against skin, lick my arousal off your lips and press even closer.

Let me tug you into me. Let me press my hips, my whole body into you. Let me make you feel how much I want you.

Let me hold you by your hair and kiss you, your neck your ear your lips your jaw. Let me run my tongue along your collarbone, admire your skin with my lips and little nudges of my nose before I lick into the crease of your ear. Let me back you into the nearest soft surface, push you down and hold you as you writhe.

Let me work you open, with my fingers your toys my tongue. Let me ease myself into you, groaning softly with the effort of going slowly, until you can take me. Let me fuck into you, my cock our toys my knot my come.

I want to plunge into you and kiss your neck and feel you fall apart so fast and hard like I know you've been waiting for.

And then I want to make you come again, slow and savoring, as many times as you can stand.

You're mine to make sure you're well, and resting, and looking after yourself, to the extent I can and you'll let me. You're mine to care for, too, and that, too, is an honor.

Any time you care to give me is an honor.

I could tie you up with ice on your wrists. You're resting those for me. No arguments.

I could tie your ankles down, too. Legs open for me, just because I want to, just because I want to play with you, because I want your cunt (our cunt) available to me.

I could lay you back, climb on top of you and kiss you. I could grip your hair and turn your head to the side so I could get at your neck and ear.

I could make you my gorgeous fucktoy, my precious plaything, and all you'd have to say is "yes, mistress" if I ask you a question. I won't ask too much, though — I know what my toy likes, and I love that I know that.

I could lay you out for me, work you open for me, stretch our gorgeous cunt for me. And then I could fuck you, knot you, fill you again and again until we're both spent.

I want to walk with you, and find some secluded corner. I want to crowd you up against a wall, and reach up to curl my fingers around your neck. I want to gently grip your hair, and tug your head down to me, so I can take your earlobe between my lips.

I want to whisper to you exactly what I want to do to you later: how I can't wait to feel how wet you get for me, how you'll buck and arch and writhe, how I'll tie you down and make you watch and wait as I run my tongue over you, as I use you to get myself off, how you'll clench around my fingers as I make you come, too.

I want to watch you blush. I want to kiss along your jaw and feel it go slack. I want to feel you heated cheeks beneath my lips, and I want to watch you adoringly as I hug you tightly and help you put yourself back together.

I want to grip your hair and gently remind you what I can do to you. I want to murmur in your ear, gently kiss behind it and watch you melt. I want to straddle your lap, pin you to the couch and make you blush.

You blush and melt so gorgeously for me, pet.

Yeah, you can smell me, can't you? You're so cute when you wiggle, when you can't help but wag not just your tail but your whole body.

Well, you know what I want, then.

Good, pet. Already presenting yourself for me.

Your fur is so soft.

I know you're not quite ready for me yet. It's okay. Just let me play with you.

You like it when I play with your sheath? Gently massage it, run my fingers over the top?

You open up for me so gorgeously, like a flower blooming. The tip of your cock against my fingertips...

I love your soft little whines, the way you can't help but thrust your hips into my hand. I'll have you soon enough, my sweet pet.

Mmm, you're leaking. Do you want a taste?

Of me? Sure, pet. You know how wet I am.

Oh, you're ready for me now? Lie do— Good, pet.

You're so good for me. Fuck, let me take you. Just, let me take you.

You feel so good, pet. You fill me so well, fuck, you made me shudder and clench and —

Yes, my pet, my wolf, give me your knot, give me —

Fuck, pet! Fuck me, drag my hips back and forth, locked on your knot and still trying to fuck me deeper. I love how you can't quite help it, so desperate for me like I'm desperate for you.

But you're going to wait, aren't you? You're going to wait.

I know, pet, but you're so gorgeous for me like this, whining and panting and begging with your eyes. You're my pet, and you'll wait.

Fuck, fuckfuckfu-ck!

Come for me.

Yes, my wolf, give me your cum. My tribute, your obedience, your desperation.

I will take it from you. I will clench around your knot until you're spent and utterly exhausted.

Was that good, my pet? You're happy.

You have me whining in the back of my throat, huffing, almost-growling. I'll treat you well, I'll treat you gently, but I'm hard wet needy and I want you.

I want you, my pet. I want your soft warm cunt to bury myself in; I want your body against mine to stroke hold claim. I want you in my cunt too, three fingers, four, curling around toys. Let me lose my mind, let me lose myself in you.

I want to pin you down and kiss you senseless, kiss you and grasp at your skin until both of us are senseless, or close to it.

I want to tell you how mine you are, entirely mine, until it's the only thing you're aware of: me, and you are for me.

I want to press myself into you, cock throbbing, claiming, claiming. Open yourself for me, pet, like that, and I'll be gentle with my toy I fuck.

I want to take you into me, cunt clenching, claiming, this way, too. Give yourself to me, pet, in any way you can, and I will anoint you with my pleasure.

I want to kiss your skin, all over, explore you with my mouth. Let me tease every twitch and squirm and sigh and moan from you, and then do it again, claiming every inch of your skin with my tongue.

My pet, my toy I crave, spread out for me, fucked so well you can't speak, only moaning in bliss as I take what's mine again.

It's because you make me good, my treasured pet.

You're so very communicative; you tell me what you like and don't like, what you're fantasizing about, what you'd enjoy me doing to you. You're open, so open, to ideas, to me, to thoughts and emotions and talking. You're willing to be patient with me, as I learn you. You're honest; you tell me when something isn't working, or if you're uncomfortable, or if today isn't the day for any particular thing. And you're willing to trust me, and keep trusting me.

I'm so honored you trust me with this part of yourself.

And then, having handed me the keys to you, you let me pin you down and work you over, lovingly; you sink into me and fall apart so eagerly, so gorgeously.

You fuck me so well, my treasured toy; I love using you, and getting off on you, and hearing you moan in bliss as I do. I will anoint you with my arousal and I know you will thank me for it.

I think about you, about us, like that, and my cunt clenches and aches for you all over again.

I want your mouth, on my tender tits, on my stiff nipples, on my slick cunt. I want your tongue swirling, my arousal coating your lips like a glaze for both of us to lick off.

I want to pin you down and press my cunt against you, demanding, voracious, mindlessly grinding against you and using your body to get myself off like the toy you are.

I know your little movements will coax out my cock. I know your breath will catch in your throat and you'll beg for it inside you, filling you, stretching you. I know, pet, you'll be gloriously soaked as I push my fingers into you, stretching our cunt for me.

I know you'll take the toys I give you, panting desperately and whining for more. I know you'll fuck yourself so well onto my cock, hips bucking even as I pin you down and fill you, and fill you, and show you you're mine.

I want your cunt, spread wide, dripping with your arousal and mine, as a cock fucks into the toys inside you. A dear friend's, perhaps, or a complete stranger's, as more watch us.

I want your breasts in my hands; I want to knead them and feel you press into me, hear you moan.

I want to mount you, pet: you on your hands and knees, presenting, me above you, softly growling and setting my lips and tongue to the back of your neck.

I want to press into you and feel your ass spread around my cock, around my knot. I want to claim you like that and not care who sees.

You leave me floating and boneless and so very, very happy.