König

Your fluffy little cottontail twitches with each shock that runs through your body. You don't even know which orgasm either of you are on, because he just keeps pounding away at your overstimulated cunt.

"F-Fuck, bunny. You take me so well. So good for me." His accented voice makes your floppy ears twitch due to how close he is. Every overstimulated whine and moan from him takes over your hearing, his chest pressed against your back as he ruts into you.

You can feel the swelling at the base of his cock hit at your entrance, threatening but also promising you of what's to come.

If it does come.

He hasn't actually knotted you yet. He keeps denying himself the pleasure of his swollen knot stuffed inside, because your slick cunt feels too good to stop. He doesn’t want the feeling of it spasming around him to stop. God, he really doesn't want to be stuck waiting for his knot to go down before he can properly fuck you again.

"K-König... fuckk... Knot... Want your knot, plea-" A sharp gasp tears from your throat before you can finish your plead. König's teeth scrap at your ear as he presses his knot against you, making you feel it as he keeps his hips still now. His cock is already filling you so full, but you would give anything for him to pop that knot inside. Your cunt throbs in sync with his cock, overstimulated bodies in tune with each other.

"I promise I'll knot you soon... Just give me one more orgasm, yeah? Please?" He angles his hips just right, that when he pulls back and thrust, his tip hits right on that abused sweet spot inside you. It makes your body twitch, makes your own hips rise and press against him as a choked whine leave you.

A possessive growl leaves König at the feeling of it, before dying into a whimper as he builds his pace back up. His hands trail down to your hips, keeping them raised so his cock doesn't slip out. He would actually lose his mind if his dick left your soaking cunt.

It doesn't take long for him to properly rut into you once more. His tail is wrapped around your leg, helping to hold you open as he fucks his length into you.

"That's it, bunny... that's it... Gonna make you cum on my knot..." He pants right beside your ear. His knot presses more against your entrance, wanting to slip in and lock your bodies together. One of his hands moves down your hip to your clit, rubbing quick circles in time with his thrust against it.

The added simulation makes your eyes roll into the back of your head as your mouth hangs open uselessly. Drool slips out of your mouth, falling down onto the pillows and sheets below you. You're so close to the edge, body shaking under König and in his hold. Your cunt is spasming around him, clenching at every thrust and press of his knot.

"C-Cum... Gonna... Mhmm, k-knot..." You can barely speak, only able to get out shorts words that you hope König can understand in this rut spell. He does, of course he does, his whole body and mind is in tuned with yours.

"Go on, bunny... I'm right behind you. Gonna push it in..." He whispers in your ear, the hand on your hip giving it an encouraging squeeze. He presses the swollen base of his cock right against you, actually trying to push it inside you now. He keeps the quick circles on your clit going, making slick gush from you to wet his knot.

König gets his knot past that tight ring of quivering muscle, giving you exactly what you needed. The pressure of it, how big and heavy it is, how much of him fills your overused cunt, all of it makes you go still as your orgasm rips through you.

Squirt rushes from you, wetting König, you, and the bed. A growl like whimper gets stuck in König's throat, his tail leaving your leg to wag wildly behind him.

"That's it, bunny... Good girl... Claiming me while taking my knot... So good for me... Thank you, thank you..." König rambles in your twitching, floppy ears, his voice getting breathy as the tight grip of your pussy makes him spill his cum into you. It's a lot for your poor pussy, so much of it leaking it out even as König keeps himself inside you.

Your body goes limp beneath König, your body twitching weakly as the aftershocks wreck your body. Your breathing is so harsh, your mind is so foggy, and all you can still feel is König. It's going to take forever for his knot to go down, before he can properly remove himself, but it's so worth it.

Especially, as König presses his chest against your back, lips kissing gently over the mark on your nape.

"I-I'm sorry, bunny. Your pussy felt too good to stop." A whine leave König as your heat flutters around him, seemingly accepting his apology for you. The most you can do is let a weak hum, your eyes already fluttering closed as exhaustion seeps into your body.

Guilt floods König at the sight of his poor bunny all fucked out. He runs his hands over your back, kneading your flesh gently. He's mindful of the claws marks and bruises he's left on your skin, touching them with such care as he apologizes with his whole being. If you listen hard enough, you can hear his tail giving guilty wags.

"Shh... You can rest up now, bunny. I'm so sorry for wearing you out. For being so rough. My good girl. My perfect mate." Light kisses are pressed against your neck, over the bites marks that claim you as König's.

"I love you." He whispers to you, like it's a secret confession he can only say when you're asleep. The words settle deep in your chest, your hand reaching for his clumsy. His sharp eyes catch the movement, intertwining your hands and giving a soft squeeze to you.

You have your face stuffed in the bedsheets, inhaling the mixture of yours and König's scent while you're in the perfect position. Your ass is high up, exposing your soaking cunt to König's eyes as your tail wags wildly in anticipation. You feel the familiar warmth of König's hands trailing up and down your body, his voice soft and low in your ear but you can't make anything out in this state. You just know his hands feel good and his voice is comforting, making you whine and your cunt throb with need.

But his gentleness is also driving you insane.

Your heat muddled mind can't understand why König isn't pinning you down and stuffing his cock deep inside you. As nice as he's being, he's just working your poor body up more and you can't take it. Your body needs him to pound into your pussy, claiming you as his and only his with cum and bite marks. You can't help the frustrated growl that rumbles in your chest.

König’s hands and voice leave you so fast, afraid that he overstepped a boundary or somehow hurt you. It doesn't help when you let out mixture of a whine and growl, putting your hips down as you push yourself up on shaky arms. He thinks you're about to yell and kick him out as you turn around to face him, but you do the complete opposite.

You pounce on him.

Your eyes keep him pinned to the bed as his eyes stare up at you in confusion and worry. But he doesn't have time to think or even catch up before your cunt is wrapped around his cock. His hands are on your hips immediately, a choked out noise leaving you both as he tries to hold you still for a second.

"P-Pup... wait... You need to go s-slow..." He manages to babble out, hips twitching against yours as your heat squeezes and throbs around him. His words don't even make it to your pinned down ears, whines and moans leaving your mouth as you fuck yourself on his length.

It's like you've suddenly gone feral, using his body as a way to relive your heat. It's making his cock throb inside you, hands getting rough as they hold onto your hips to ground himself.

"K-König... My heat-" Is all you managed to get out before a whine interrupts you, slick already pouring out of your cunt and soaking your panties. You're hips unintentionally buck towards him before you press your thighs together, trying to get some relief from this sudden ache.

When you feel one of his hands cup the back of your head, you're so sure he's about to comfort you and take you home.

"Aww, poor puppy started their heat. Too bad I need to finish shopping."

Your ears twitch towards König, because surely you just misheard him.

"W-What..? N-No, König... please." You peek out from his shoulder, just enough for your wet and pleading eyes to meet indifferent ones. König's hand goes to one of your ears, holding it gently while his thumb rubs along the base of it. You can't help but lean into him, your tail giving a weak wag as you're sure you've convinced him.

"Is it really that bad?" Why is he asking you this? Of course it's that bad, your cunt is literally throbbing and clenching around nothing right now.

"Y-Yes it is!" You can't help the desperation in your tone as you press closer to König, trying to get him to understand that you're being serious.

"Mhmm... Let me see." He says as his other hand grips at your waist, trailing down your stomach softly as he kneads your flesh. The feeling makes you tighten your grip on his shirt, nails digging into the fabric so hard that they might break through.

Your ears pin back as a whine slips from your mouth before you could stop it, König's hand pressing against your heat as he feels how desperate you are. His actions make globs of slick spill into your panties and pants, making a wet spot form on them.

"You do feel pretty wet..." He mumbles lowly in that accented voice as he makes his palm grind so slowly on your clit. Your hips can't help but roll against him, chasing after the lightening of pleasure the simple action is causing.

You have to stuff your face back into his shoulder as he presses his fingers right over your clothed, aching hole. Your tail wags shakily behind you as König so easily turns your mind into mush.

"K-König... please... Need to go home and get fucked... p-please..." Your voice is broken as you plead with König, swallowing down your noises as he still plays with your cunt. You could cum from this honestly, but it wouldn't be satisfying at all. It would just work you up more to the point that you might pounce on König.

"Can you make it home? I can feel this pussy aching against my hand, getting it all wet through your clothes." His voice is so low in your ears, that one hand still rubbing at them as he pulls the other away from your heat.

You're about to open your mouth to protest or beg more, but König pushes his hand under your shirt and spreads your wetness over your stomach. The feeling of your warm slick over your stomach has your brain short-circuiting. You can't even respond properly, only able to whine in embarrassment and need as you bury your face deep in König's shoulder.

"I think I need to take care of you here." You don't even know where here is anymore, but the promise sounds so good that you nod in agreement.