there's a platypus controlling me

His pupils blown wide when he can feel you drooling around his fingers. Every harsh slap of his hips melding with yours, dragging elicit loud moans out of your mouth. You can’t keep quiet, even if you wanted to. You’re gripping the bedsheets for dear life, afraid to let this fanatic rhythm of his cock burrowing deep inside you to falter.

His fingers taste like cigarettes and metal. It’s a bitter swash on your tongue but GOD you love it so much! The pull of your cheeks feels incredibly hot. His fingers are so thick and warm, prying you open in so many ways that have you begging for them every time you both find yourselves with a little down time.

“It’s hot the way you get my fingers soaking wet. I rather them be playing with your pussy, but you know I didn’t have the patience tonight. So this’ll have to do.” The way he leans down and whispers the most diabolical dirty things he loves to do to you. The way his canine catches against the shell of your ear, all while his cock is still pistoning into your creamy walls. Oh it sends that blessed clench of your walls around him. Earning a deep grunt while he adjusts his grip in your drooling maw. Your cheeks starting to sting from every pull back of his cock and grip following with him.

“You can’t hold back now can you? You better give me more of those sexy sounds doll. No use trying to keep it all to yourself.” His voice is barely recognizable. Gone is the softer sweet dulcet of his voice. That velvet coating of his words. It’s guttural, animalistic.

The winding coil of your climax is so close within reach. Wolfwood was great at providing you a blinding orgasm, but if you didn’t give him what he wanted, he could drag this on for hours if he so pleased.

“Aaahhn—nnnngg W-Wooffwoood! Pweeeeasseee.” Your words are barely coherent. Partially from how his thick and wet digits are prodding and gliding against your tongue as you speak. But it also has to do with how he’s still pounding balls deep into your cunt. You can faintly hear the soft squelch and of your arousal creaming around the base of his cock every time he drags out and slams back in.

“What are you begging for babe? You better tell me. I’ll give ya what you need if you do.”

“F—fuck mee Woofwood….use me! Please let me cuuum!” There are tears building up behind your eyes. The pressure inside you is about ready to burst, all you need is that last little push. Wolfwood, leans down just enough that his lower abdomen was hot against the swell of your ass. His thrusts still kept in tempo.

“Theeeeere we go, good girl. Don’t worry, I’ll let you cum with me.” That sweeter voice of his hints it’s way out of the deep smirk he gives you. Wolfwood slides one of his hands out of your mouth, the relief on your cheek was nice but it felt cold the second he left it exposed.

However the heat was immense when his finger find their way to your aching clit. Already wet from your spit, he wastes no time circling his digits on your needy bud.

That was all it took. With his cock pounding fast and deep inside you and his blessed fingers gliding deliciously on your clit, that final dam was broken.“AHHH— Wolfwood!! Ahhh I’m cumming!” Your release was so explosive the shattered wail of your voice flows right through his fingers in your mouth, and straight to his cock.

“Unnnnf—same here babe. God yer so perfectly squeezing me!” Another low and long groan from the handsome man behind you, his thrusts become erratics and sloppy, but one final push into you and he’s spilling his hot cum deep within your clenching walls. His hips completely flush to you, you can feel the soft tuft of his happy trail against your rear.

Both of you panting and fully exhausted fall to the bed below. Wolfwood’s large frame entrapping you under most of his weight. His cock softening inside you, refusing to pull himself out.

His fingers on your clit don’t stop their fiery dance either. He darkly chuckles when he can feel how much you’re trembling with him milking your release as much as he can.

“Nnnnn t-too much….Wolfwood!!” There is such a pathetic plea in your whimpering, but you take the moment he just smiles at your sweaty and pitiful state to bite down on the fingers still playfully twirling in your mouth.

He narrows his eyes at your rebellious efforts. Offering a sinister laugh.“Hey there. Don’t be naughty now. Or I’ll have to completely stuff your mouth next time.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” You tease. Releasing his fingers trapped between your enamel snare.

“Oh don’t you worry about that sweetheart. All depends on how you act.” He relents his fingers from your poor clit, bringing them up to your mouth and tapping your lips to open up. Obliging, you open your mouth and let him slide his coated digits along your tongue. The way you expertly clean off each digit, his gaze darkens, and you can feel him throbbing inside you, already in game for a second round.

“Well—“ you reply between a pop of his fingers out of your mouth. A line of your saliva catching between them.

“—Guess we have time to find out now don’t we?”