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It all starts with him whistling at you when you are climbing the stairs to your floor. “Hey there, human, care to show me your slutty pussy again?” His words are humiliating and I hate my pussy for getting instantly wetter.

“Shush!” You turn around, anger boiling inside of you. “Shut up, you asshole! I’m not fucking you ever again.”

“That’s what you always say but then you come back for more… Either I have a wonderful dick or you are a slutty human,” he teases. You are about to respond when he cuts you: “WAIT! It’s both! I do have a great dick, and you are super slutty.”

“I’m not super slutty!” You retort, rage coloring your words as you stomp your way upwards. Why did you choose to take the stairs today? Why couldn’t you take the fucking elevator?

He laughs very loudly, mouth open wide enough that you’re pretty sure he could fit your whole head there if he wanted to. It’s weird and creepy, and why the fuck is your pussy tingling in anticipation of seeing that? Ugh. Traitor.

“Come on, human, don’t lie to yourself. I can smell your pussy getting wet even now. You are a slutty human, you can accept it, there’s nothing wrong with it.” The amusement in his tone is like kryptonite to you. It annoys you but also makes you horny.

“Leave me alone,” you tell him finally, stomping harder on your way up.

“Awww, don’t be like that…” You don’t hear him moving before he’s right by your side, arms caging you against the wall as you gasp in surprise. “Give me a kiss and I’ll let you go,” he teases, his too big tongue licking your cheek as you let out a disgusted sound.

You know it would never end with a kiss. “No way.”

“Just one tiny peck and I’ll leave, I promise.” He nuzzles your cheek and you sigh in defeat. He’s not going to disappear, and deep down you know you want that kiss.

You move fast, pecking at his lips in a chaste kiss that makes you feel completely unsatisfied. “There. Happy?”

“That’s not a kiss, and you know it,” it’s all he says.

His hands find the back of your head, and he tilts it back until you can’t look away. He bites your bottom lip and licks it slowly. You are panting already. When he claims your mouth in a kiss, your legs tremble under you and his hands pull at your hair, making you moan as his smile breaks the kiss.

“There’s the little slut I like,” he whispers against your lips.

He turns your body around and presses you against the wall. He’s palming your boobs roughly, pulling at the neck of your shirt until it tears and he can touch your boobs skin to skin. You let out a whorish moan, and he chuckles behind you.

“You like when I’m a bit rough, don’t you?” You huff in fake annoyance and he laughs. “That’s okay, you don’t need to accept it. I know it’s true. The same way I know I’m going to pull your pants down and find your pussy ready to be filled with my cum, like the good little slut you are.”

You don’t dignify his words with an answer, but there’s no need, because he’s pulling your pants and panties down enough to touch your bare pussy, and the truth is right there for him to laugh at. You are soaking wet. Humiliation burns heavy in your belly as he laughs behind you.

He moves your body until you are bent over the railing, looking down at the empty space as he positions himself behind you. You hear the rustling of fabric before you feel the tip of his cock against your hole. You let out a loud gasp when he plunges into your wet core.

He doesn’t let you adjust, he only covers your mouth with his big hand and starts thrusting at a fast pace that makes your eyes roll back into your head. You barely recognize you are in a common area, that somebody could walk right in, but he doesn’t let you forget it.

“What a good slut for me. You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you? You love being exposed, knowing anyone could walk out right now and see you presenting your sweet pussy for me.” You moan, his words beyond embarrassing as you push your ass back against him, feeling his dick hitting so deep… “Tell me how good it feels, tell me you like being my little slut.”

“No.”

“Oh, slut, you shouldn’t have said that,” he says with a manic laugh that makes your pussy gush around him.

His pace becomes frantic and punishing, his hands on your hips as he fucks you like a machine. Not caring about the bruises he’s leaving there, not caring about someone hearing or someone walking on you two fucking. He has not a single care in the world as he fucks you raw right there.

And much to your embarrassment… You don’t care either.

You are pushing your ass back, wanting more, wanting it harder. His dick hits every angle and pleasure point at once, as if it’s magic, and you can’t cover your mouth to stop the obscene noises from escaping. You keep chanting ah ah ah with each thrust as he seeks his own orgasm, not ever touching your clit.

You reach down to help yourself, and he encourages you. “Come on, little slut. Rub that pretty clit, let me feel your cunt squeeze around my dick.” His crude words throw you over the edge.

You scream your release as he thrust a dozen more times into you before he pulls back enough to spill right over your messy pussy. It feels nasty, and you feel pleasure aftershocks because of it. It’s filthy and incredibly hot, and makes you come harder than ever. He always makes you come harder than ever.

He’s tucking himself in when you turn around, frowning. He doesn’t even flinch as you tell him: “You are an asshole.”

“Always a pleasure to encounter you, neighbor,” he laughs as he pulls your panties and pants up. “I’ll buy you a new shirt.” The mess of his come and your juices sticking uncomfortably to your pussy as he disappears, leaving you there: tits exposed and pussy still clenching.

I'd feel his eyes across the room, see the small remote in his hand as I grip the side of the bar for support and try to keep from gasping aloud. I couldn't possibly get his drink this way, but the vibrations rise when I don't move.

I'd make my way back to his table, his glass clutched in my hands, legs trembling as I reached him. He'd praise me for being so good, tell me I deserve a reward for obeying so wonderfully.

He'd bend me over his lap to spread my legs and get a good look at how well the toy stretched me. I'd cry out as he pressed it impossibly deeper into me, before starting to steadily fuck me with it. I know everyone can see me, that they're all watching, but I can't help but love it.

He'd make sure I was well stretched for him, easing the large toy out to pull me onto his lap. His cock would feel even bigger than I remember as he pressed into me slowly, just the tip of his cock making me grasp the table and moan.

The toy wasn't enough to get me ready for him, and I wouldn't be able to keep in the gasps and pleas that spill from my lips. He'd patiently guide me down, and every time I think I must have taken all of him, he eases me further onto his cock.

I don't know how long I've been warming his cock, my thighs shaking, nothing on my mind but how good he feels, his big hands soothing as they slide down my sides and pull me further on him.

When he finally decides I've taken enough of him, he'd push me forward onto the table, bending me over it to fuck me in front of everyone nearby.

I wouldn't be able to do anything but take it, but that's all he needs. He'd fuck me as he pleases, telling me I'm so good for doing as I was told, that I'm the perfect little toy for him, that he's going to leave a nice tip for me if I finish on his cock. My mind would be full of the pleasure he's giving me and nothing else.

The next morning, I'd struggle to do much of anything. I'd recount the events of the night through my coworkers' pictures and videos, everything that captured the way I spread my legs for him, begged for more even as he fucked me mindless.

When I get to work I'd find out he left me something: a message that promises his return and that a hope that I'm his server once again.

You frowned, tightening your arm around your itinerary tablet. “Don’t let him or Mr. Denton hear you talk like that!” You hissed.

She and some of the others sarcastically saluted. “Yes, ma’am.”

You shooed them off back to work, strutting towards the front desk.

“Ah! There she is! I own this place but she’s the one who runs it. You’d probably do better talking to her than me, Charles.”

Charlies? You didn’t realize that’s what Chick was short for. Standing before him though you were sent back in time, back when you hadn’t filled out and grown into you shape, when you had acne and were one year away from getting your braces removed. 

“Good afternoon,” you extended your hand to him. “I hear we may be working with you.”

Chick’s eyes went to your hand.

“More than that!” Mr. Denton exclaimed. “We’re going to be partnering with Charles. He’s going to be our photographer from now on. We’ll be able to offer discounts to his services when people use our venue. We were just discussing where we could put him an office and studio.”

Chick took your hand, giving it a gentle shake.

“An office is easy.” You became so nervous as soon as Chick held your hand. “A studio though, that might be hard to drum up.”

Chick slowly let go of your hand.“I’m willing to build one. I would just like a tour of the grounds to see where one could be set up.”

“I think that space over near the storage shed would be perfect,” Mr. Denton always sounded so happy about everything. It was part of why you liked working with him. “It gets great light, but it’s got no view.”

“That’s what I was thinking too.” You went back to clutching your work security blanket, the tablet. “It would be easy too since the old pavilion concrete is still there.”

“Yes!” Mr. Denton cheered. “I knew she was ahead of me. Now, why don’t you show Charles around. Give him a tour as well. Show him how good our kitchen is.”

You nodded, a growing more anxious as Mr. Denton stepped away.

“Right this way, sir.” You said, stepping away from the front desk and heading towards the front door. “Of course we’re mostly a wedding venue. But when we don’t have scheduled events planned we offer catering, fine dining, and movies are shown out in the field. So there’s always something going on around here.”

“Yes, Mr. Denton told me I could work any of the planned events I wanted.” He sounded strangely aloof. 

“The fine dining would be nice. Customers could buy photos.” You offered, still trying to break the ice.

Chick stopped at one point near the pavilion. “Prom photos.” he then pointed a little west of that where the flower garden started. “Baby photos.”

“Excuse me?”

He shook his head and his curls shook. “Sorry. Just thinking out loud.” he looked at you again, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.

“You haven’t even seen some of the indoor facilities yet!” You exclaimed. “Uhm…even our bakery is…” He was still giving you that look. “I’m sorry, is something the matter?”

Chick lifted a finger from his waist and pointed at you. “I know you, don’t I?”

Your lips parted. “Uh-”

He finally cracked a smile. “Yeah! From college!” He slapped his hand against his thigh. “It’s been bugging me this whole time! I was like, ‘Chick old boy, those pretty brown eyes are calling to me’.”

Your face instantly went hot.

“You were younger, right?” He chuckled.

Nodded, you clutched onto the tablet again. “Yes. I was a freshman when you were a senior.”

He looked so pleased with himself, grinning and giggling. He really did resemble himself from college now. Boyish, charming. 

“Phew! I’m so relieved. Senior year isn’t exactly what I remember from college. You understand?” His southern drawl was somehow even more attractive than in college.

“I think so.” You  gifted your hand, tipping it back like you were drinking.

“That and the pot. Mostly pot,” he snorted. He then leaned down closer to you and whispered. “Don’t tell Mr. Denton, but his son was my supplier back in the day. He used to grow the best closet green I ever had.”

You smiled, pressing your lips together as you giggled.

“See? I recognize that shy little giggle too,” Chick chuckled. “How you been? Life been treating you better since freshman year?”

“Better,” you were relaxed now. 

“You used to work in the library right?”

How he remembered that was shocking. He wasn’t exactly the library type. “Yeah. I…I did. The bookstore too on weekends.”

Chick grinned. “I remember you telling me about it.”

He remembered? 

“Now you run this place? Not to shabby! You like working here?” He asked. “Mr. Denton a good employer.”

“Yes,” you gasped out, still a bit shocked. “He’s great to the staff, listens to us. He’s away a lot so he sort of gives me the controls and he’ll go along with what I say most of the time.”

“I like to hear that,” he chuckled. 

You wanted to bring up the night the two of you really met. But that night, while a good memory, was also a horrible one. You weren’t really sure how to broach it. 

“My boss was a right piece of shit. I made him a ton of money and well, you see where I’m at now.” Chick scoffed. “Unfortunately that boss was also my father.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, left the family firm and started my own photography business. No one is happy with me,” he let out a loud laugh. “But hey, I’m happier with it than defending assholes in court. Of course, the old man is saying I need to pay him back for law school.” He stared off into the distance, pouting slightly.

You had forgotten he was going to school to be a lawyer. 

“Well,” he sighed. “Anyways, show me an office. I’d like to get stuff moved in.”

“Right! Uhm-” You opened your tablet and clicked through a few documents. “Oh, actually, there’s a space across from my office we can clean out. We’ve been using it for chairs since it's, well, easier than the actual storage shed.”

“Alright! I’ll get to pass you by.”

You turned to hide your encroaching blush. 

He began moving in equipment right after you gave him the tour. He even moved the chairs back to the shed by himself.

You and Tilly were watching him unload his truck while you shared lunch on the patio. You still couldn’t believe it was Chick!

“College eh?” Tilly was more into her pickle now than Chick.

“Yeah. I met him during a Pig Party.”

Tilly flinched, her ears perked up and her whiskers twitched. “What?”

You pouted. “I was asked on a date by a guy at Chick’s frat. I was naive and probably stupid,” you grumbled, taking a bite of your sandwich.

Tilly motioned towards Chick. “Did he participate?”

You shook your head. “He broke it up, actually. Me and the other ‘dates’ were all just about to cry in the corner when Chick came in and stopped the party. He threw people out, tore down some stuff, then he came over and invited us all out on a date.” You smiled shyly. “He was really sweet.”

“Oh!” Tilly’s tail fluffed up. “A heroic type, huh?”

“He took us all out for drinks, danced with us, bought us hamburgers on the beach. He made us feel…special after what happened. I think that’s what people liked about him back in college. He had a way of charming people.” You glanced Chick’s way, watching as he used a clip to get his curls out of his face. He had taken off his suit and replaced it with a tight t-shirt and jeans. His shirt rolled up over his belly a bit.

“Crush?” Tilly teased.

You huffed and pushed Tilly’s arm. “Oh stop.”

Over the next few days Chick got settled into his office, setting it up. He began making plans for the studio with Mr. Denton as well. Sometimes, when you were in your office, you could hear him playing old outlaw country.

The two of you chatted often in the hall. Hell, you waved to each other through open doors from your desks. Occasionally he brought in coffee or snacks he would share with you. He would come in and sit on your desk, wasting time with you while he waited on calls.

“What’cha reading?” he picked up your book from the desk.

You tried to stop him, but he was already looking at the ripping bodice cover and reading the blurb on the back. “Oh ho! Naughty girl,” he teased.

“Don’t call me that!” You pouted.

“You have some pages marked.” he smirked, flipping to one of the sticky notes. “He pressed his thumb against her full lips, and when separated them he pressed against her welcoming tongue-” he stalled reading, his eyes darting along the page.

“Give me that!” You snatched the book away from him.

“Really naughty,” he said, almost purring. “Your boyfriend not taking proper care of you?”

“No, but only because he doesn’t exist,” you grunted, stuffing the book into a drawer.

Chick smirked. “Good!”

You glared at him.

“No!” He threw his head back laughing. “I have been trying to figure that out since I got here! But you’re so tight lipped.” He leaned over you. “I’ve been dying to ask you out.”

Your face must have turned cherry red in that instant. “What?”

He kicked his legs hanging off the desk. “A date. A nice one too. Better than what happened in college.”

“The pig party?” You blurted.

“Don’t say that,” he grimaced. “I mean, the date I took you and the others on. Only this time, just you and me.” He eyed the drawer you hid your book in. “I bet I can make that book seem lackluster.”

“You’re serious.”

He nodded proudly. “Those brown eyes of yours make me melt, honey. I wanna cook you dinner.”

Certainly a string of words you weren’t prepared to hear that day. Hell, any day!

The next thing you knew you were standing outside his door, clutching a bottle of wine. His front door opened, and he stepped out with a grin. 

“You found the place!” he dipped down, kissing your cheek. “Come on in! I just got the appetizer ready.” He stepped aside, letting you in. “Sorry about the place, I’m still moving in.” 

“That’s okay.” You looked around at boxes stacked up. But there was a table placed in the center of the room with flowers and candles. “Oh! Here.” You held up the wine to him.

His large hand touched yours as he took the bottle. “You didn’t need to bring anything, honey.”

“I wasn’t sure. You were cooking so I thought wine might be nice.”

He chuckled. “I don’t drink much anymore, but I’ll try this with you.” he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “Sit, relax. I’ll bring you the appetizer.”

You had never been cooked for before. This was a new type of date. You looked around, taking in the few things he had on display in his apartment. There was a couple of anime figurines, a horseshoe hanging over the door, a set of baby horns in a frame.

“There we go.” He set a plate of hot wings before you. “One of my specialties.” He took a wing, biting into it.

“They smell good,” you remarked.

“I used to make these for myself after a stressful day at the firm.” He sat down beside you. “I’d make a ton then eat them all in one setting.” He patted his belly. “You think I was chubby in college. You should have seen me five years ago!”

“You always looked good though,” you offered. “I mean, tummies are in these days.”

Chick licked hot sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You flatter me. But trust me, mine has always been out!” He slapped his belly. “The stress got to me and my go to was eating.”

You cupped your hand around your mouth as you chewed. “I understand. Obviously.”

Chick’s eyes went up and down you. “I like it.”

You could have chocked.

“I like something my hands fit around.” he flexed his fingers before you. “Thick thighs get me going,” he shivered.

You dabbed at your mouth with a napkin. “Well, thanks?”

“I don’t mean to fluster you. I want you to be comfortable. I did buy myself a copy of that book though. I wanted to see what made you tick.”

“You bought it?”

“I liked what I saw. I really like it. I see why your book girlies go for those sort of things.” He leaned back in his chair. 

“Escapism.”

Chick leans forward again, excited. “I liked the chapter where Raphael pretends to be a thief in Lady April’s room.”

Your cheeks flushed. “Me too.” You weren’t really sure how to elaborate on it.

“I liked the playfulness of it.” he was going to say more, but a timer went off. “I’ll be right back. Keep enjoying those.”

You were thinking about how sweet it was that he wanted to cook for you. Moving in is stressful, and he was barely settled. Yet he still found the time to set up the dining table, get some candles and flowers, and cook a meal with appetizers and who knows what else. You were also thinking about the last few dates you had and how lackluster they had been. You were also thinking about the last time you had sex and how truly disappointing that was. You were never the girl to dive right into sex anyways, or at least you were never given the chance to be. But the thought popped into your head that, with Chick, you’d fuck him anywhere.

“There we are.” Chick came out, carrying a large bowl in each hand. He set one down before you, unaware of the raging thoughts ratting in your skull. “Bone apple teeth.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but decided a smile was enough. You gazed into the bowl, seeing a hearty vegetable soup.

“I’ve been craving a good soup. I hope you don’t mind.” He sat down beside you again with a proud smile. “No one back home really cooked. So I’ve been watching as many cooking videos as I can,” he chuckled. 

“Are you self taught with most things you do?” You asked with a giggle. You brought a spoonful of the up to your lips, blowing to cool the steaming broth.

“Just the things I want to do,” he chuckled. “Photography, drawing, cooking.” He took a big bite and his eyes became content.

“You draw too?” 

He was still chewing, so all he could do was shake his head. “I ain’t any good at it! I just started picking it up now and again when I got anxious.”

That seemed surprising. You ate the spoonful and was instantly captivated by how flavorful it was!

Chick grinned from ear to ear. “Like it?”

“Delicious,” you moaned in pleasure.

Chick licked his lips. “Good. I could eat my own cooking all day, but what matters is what other people think. Well, for cooking anyways. I think food is to be shared.”

You nodded, hungrily gobbling down more of the soup. 

“I want to learn how to bake next.”

You swallowed, tapping your hand on the table as the bite was too hot. “I can show you!” You gasped out. 

Chick’s eyes widened. “Like bread and cake and stuff?”

You nodded, drinking cold water.

You got to talking more in depth than you had planned. Chick offered wine and gave you a quick tour of his home. All his savings had gone into buying the place and everything for his photography business. He was essentially broke, even if his grandparents sent him money against his will, as he claimed.

The wine must have been getting to your head, because all you could think about was how sexy chick was. His large arms, full chest, and soft belly. He looked cuddly and rough at the same time.

“Oh my, I’ve never had a girl in my room before,” Chick said teasingly, but there was a tinge of nervousness to his voice. He cleared his throat, taking another drink of wine. “Sorry, stupid joke.” He looked anxiously around his room. “I’m not good at decorating either. Too much of a dude still, I guess.”

You sipped your wine, eyeing what a nice space the bedroom was. It had a bay window, which for now was stacked with boxes. “You’re a smart fella. You could learn a few things I’m sure.” You sauntered over to his bed, picking up the book resting open on the pillow.

Chick’s nervous expression turned flushed, his ears went back and his tail twitched. “Well uh, my mom always liked a western theme for our houses.”

“You’re joking?” You giggled and turned the book over, reading a bit. “Oh, you’re at the part where Lady Fairchild finds Raphael sleeping.” You sipped your wine again, happily re-reading that page.

“I had to stop there.” Chick came up behind you cautiously.

“Her lips wrapped around his indulgent manhood, urging it to become stiff as the mighty oak he’d chopped down earlier. His body when taut, showing off the sinew and well earned muscle.”

Chick let out a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t expect every other chapter to be so…steamy. I can usually read pretty quickly. But uhm-” he reached for the book but you stepped aside. 

“Being a lady, she never would have dreamed of accosting a man in his sleep like this. But Fairchild couldn’t keep her hands off Raphael, his cock was so hard upon her tongue, so hot, she wanted to devour him, to take his seed anyway she could get it.”

“Y-you don’t have to read aloud,” he chuckled weakly again.

“Sorry.” You smiled shyly at him. “I just really enjoy this part.”

Chick averted his eyes, fidgeting and turning his hips. 

“I’ve always wanted to try this.” You were crazy! It was the wine! 

Chick’s long lashes fluttered.

“To make a guy up like this. I don’t know…is that weird?”

He shook his head, still not looking directly at you. “No. Not weird.”

You set the book aside, approaching him and placing your hand upon his arm. “I need to use the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” Your fingers slipped down his strong arm, suggestively brushing against his thigh. 

Heart pounding like the drums in a death metal song, you shakily made your way to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, red faced and wide eyed. “What is wrong with you?” You hissed. “Me? What’s wrong with you? Being all horned up like that! This is a first date, you know?” You huffed, pacing a bit. “Get a grip! You’re just going to go back and have a conversation. Nothing is going to happen yet!” You looked back at yourself in the mirror and drank water from the sink. You gave yourself a pep talk to calm down then left the bathroom.

You went down the hall to the bedroom. “You know. There’s another book in this series about Lady Fairchild’s sister and the butcher-” 

The world stopped as you stepped into the bedroom. Everything was silent, still, and unreal. Laid naked upon the bed was Chick, his cock half hard against his thigh. He was pretending to sleep, but you could tell he was bursting from uncertainty.

“Oh-” you gasped, cupping your hand around your mouth. “Oh…” You let out a pleasant sound and approached the bed. You kneeled upon the mattress, petting up his strong leg. You knew he was packing, it was a secret everyone in college knew. 

“I shouldn’t,” you said performatively. “He’s sleeping.” Your eyes flicked up to his face as his lips pressed into a firm line. You stood, doing the same as him and taking off all your clothes. You shivered slightly, unsure what to cover first. 

“You can do this,” you whispered. You crawled back into the bed, going between his thighs. His cock was fully erect now, hovering above his body, visibly pulsing. You took him into your hand, stroking gently.

“Shit…he’s massive.” You compared his girth to your wrist and swallowed. “I’ve never seen one like this in person.” You lips parted. “Can I even-” You placed his tip upon your tongue, moving your mouth around him and closing your lips.

Chick flinched, letting out a moan.

You sucked, finding the fullness of him pleasing. You stroked his base with one hand, white petting his thigh with the other. Chick was struggling to remain ‘asleep’, but he couldn't hold it in.

Releasing him, you took a few deep breaths. “Fuck.” You kissed his shaft, his tip, lapping him up. Something about sucking his cock was turning you on even more. You took him back into your mouth, going deeper, letting him into your throat. 

Chick’s hips blacked and he cried out, alarmed and pleasured. He settled back down, trembling to keep up the act.

Touching yourself you found how wet you had become. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this aroused, let alone the last time you wanted to fuck so badly. You continued sucking him, becoming sloppy in the process. You wanted his cock, you wanted to pleasure him.

“Wait!” Chick whined.

You raised your eyes, releasing him as he propped up on his elbows. He looked drunk on lust, unable to keep up the sleeping act. You wiped your mouth, catching your breath. Your eyes locked with is, both of you holding your breath as the moment took over.

You were held in a mating press, legs behind your head as Chick thrust down into you, delivering blow after blow to that wonderful sensitive spot inside. He was snarling, you were crying out in pleasure. He was going so deep! Filling you so full! You made up your mind, you’d marry Chick if you had to.

Post nut clarity came later as you two sat at the dining table with mugs of coffee. It was super late, you were wearing his robe, he had on his underwear. It was silent, you both were afraid to speak. 

“Good coffee,” you muttered.

He nodded. “It’s the only thing I really splurge on.”

Quiet again.

“Sorry,” you finally blurted out.

Chick held his hands out. “No! I’m sorry!”

You cupped your hands around your face. “I don’t do this usually! I don’t know what came over me!”

“Me neither!” He sat back, fidgeting with his hair. “I’ve been falling for you at work! This was so stupid of me!”

“No! I pushed it I was- Falling?” You watched him with wide eyes.

He nodded. “I’ve had a crush since college. Seeing you again made me feel like a kid and I-” He sighed and smiled nervously. “I wanted to make this special to wait for when…” His smile turned into a pout. 

“Oh-” breathless was the only word you could think of. “Me too…I mean…when you rescued me and others from the pig party I was…”

You both locked eyes again. 

“We can still make it special, right? Even if we got a bit too tempted,” you chuckled nervously.

“Yeah,” he breathed. 

You were on the floor of the kitchen after attempting to get another cup of coffee. He was thrusting deep inside you.

“You’re so soft! So sweet!” He moaned. “I love your thighs! Your body!”

You cried out, arching off the tiled floor. “Right there! Right there!”

“I’m gonna cum in you! I’m gonna make you mine over and over and over-” he snarled with wild abandon.

“I want it!” You whined. “Fuck me! Make me yours!”

It felt so good to be taken like that, hard, powerful, world shaking. Gentle could come later, right now, you needed to be fucked senseless.

The coffee was steaming as you stood there, robe falling off your shoulders, legs shaking from the second greatest orgasm of your life. Chick was breathing heavy, sweating, leaned against the counter as he too was having a hard time standing.

“I’ve never milked a cow before,” you said, dizzy and offhanded.

Chick started laughing and you joined in with giggling.

“I’ve never felt this way with anyone,” he murmured, heading down, curls shifting. “So intense, so…heated.”

You nodded, sipping the hot coffee as you tried to return from the world of endless humping. “I know what you mean.”

He chuckled, brushing his hair back. “It’s one thing to be so giddily enamored with you. Like now, I feel like a kid. But when I’m inside you I can quench myself enough. I have to have you, I have to make you cum.”

You nodded. “Maybe that’s real chemistry.”

“Yeah,” he sighed dreamily. “So uh…I have stuff to make breakfast in the morning, if you’d like to stay the night.”

You glanced at the clock on the stove. “It’s three in the morning.”

“How long were we at it?” he gasped.

You giggled, setting your coffee cup down. “We might as well stay up then.” You wrapped your arms around his bare waist, pressing your naked body against his. “We should talk a bit more and learn about each other. Right?”

You knew where you would end up, bent over the bathroom counter as he drove into you from behind. You were talking about first-times, his was when he was sixteen, yours was senior year of college. It got heated and before you even got in the shower, you were wet again, taking his thick cock deep inside. You’d probably call out of work the next day, you wouldn’t be able to walk very well.

“I can’t stop myself,” Chick panted between thrusts. “Being inside you is too good.”

You grunted in reply.

“I love your pussy,” he moaned. “I love your hips in my hands! I love how my fingers sink in-” he growled, bucking, struggling to keep composure.

Around eight in the morning Chick was passed out, sleeping peacefully with a tender smile on his face. 

“Where are you?” Tilly’s text asked.

“Sorry, I’m gonna have to call it a sick day today.”

“But it’s bagels day in the bakery! You were gonna tell me about the date.”

You glanced down at Chick as his hand reached out for you, pulling you against his chest. You smiled, knowing you would have to spill later.

“I will. But we’re going to need more than bagels to talk this one over.”

Chick’s arm tightened and he buried his face in your hair. You set your phone aside and melted into that embrace.

“What are you going to tell her?” He said sleepily.

You didn’t realize he was awake.

Chick chuckled, kissing your neck and cheek. “I don’t mind you sharing the intimate details. But uh…mute them a bit if you don’t mind.”

You took his hand, kissing his fingers.  “Oh, the details are just for me,” you giggled.

He sighed happily. “What will you say about us?”

“Oh well.” You rolled over so you could face him. You stroked his cheek, studying the contours of his face. You then wrapped a curl around your finger, idly while you day dreamed.

“I’ll say we’re going to have another date, possibly sooner rather than later. Uhm…he’s going to take me out to the bookstore, then we’ll go and pick up ingredients so I can teach him how to make bread.”

His sleepy smile grew. “Book store?”

You nodded. “Yes. We’re going to get the sequel book I mentioned. As well as a couple of other books I want.”

He chuckled softly. “My treat of course.”

“Of course,” you giggled. You gave him a small, soft kiss. “Then, we’re going to make bread toegther, watching movies while it rises and bakes. Maybe have a drink or two.”

“Mmm.” He grabbed your hip, squeezing. “The bread will burn if we do that.”

“Well, we’re going to have to be good.” You smirked.

Chick laughed. “Oh! We’re good. But we need to behave.” He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze going instantly soft. “Am I too clingy if I say I want to wake up to this every day?”

Your heart shuddered. “A little. But I don't mind.” You smiled back. “We’ll work towards it. Hopefully, give it a few months, it’ll become a regular. A year or two, and we’ll see.”

When you handed him the mug, your fingers brushed. He just smiled, slow and sharp, like he’d won something.

“You ever miss me?” he asked, thumb skating the rim of his cup, staring at your lips.

You stared at him, heartbeat in your throat. He looked the same, but he didn’t feel the same. Something was different in his eyes. Too dark. Too still. Like staring at deep water—you don’t know what’s under there, only that it’s looking back.

You didn’t answer.

But he smiled anyway.You sat on the far end of the couch, legs tucked under you, blanket pulled across your lap like it might shield you from the way he was looking at you.

He didn’t bother pretending not to stare. Just leaned back with one arm stretched across the back of the cushions, tea untouched, fingers drumming a slow rhythm. That smile never left. Neither did the weight of his gaze.

“You always used to hide behind stuff,” he murmured, eyes on the blanket. “Your hoodie. Your silence. Now it’s throw pillows and herbal tea.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start psychoanalyzing me just ‘cause you got a little older and found your jawline.”

That earned a soft laugh, low in his throat. “Nah. I always had the jawline. You just wasn’t looking hard enough.”

The joke landed too close to something real, something warm and old and half-sweet. But underneath it was that same chill, like standing outside on a humid night and realizing the breeze ain’t natural. Like it came from something breathing behind you.

He leaned in slightly, enough for the air to shift. His knee brushed yours. You didn’t move.

“You still wear that scent?” he asked, voice quieter now, dipping low. “The vanilla one I liked?”

Your pulse stuttered. You hadn’t worn that in years. Tonight it was shea butter and warmth and a little lavender from your hair oil, nothing else. Still, he inhaled deep like he could taste it on the air.

“You don’t smell like you used to,” he said, dragging his eyes over your neck, your shoulder, slow. “But it still suits you.”

You tried to laugh it off. Tried. “You always been this smooth?”

He looked you dead in the eye. “No. Only with you.”

The moment sat heavy between you, thick as syrup. His hand moved, casual-like, resting closer to your thigh now, fingers splayed, ring tapping against the wood of the coffee table.

“You let anybody else sit here like this?” he asked, not really asking. That voice again—lazy, low, but the undercurrent had changed. Something in it pulled at you. Scraped the soft parts.

You swallowed. “I don’t have company like that.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Good.”

There it was again—something tight. Possessive. Like he didn’t like the idea of anyone else here. Like he’d rip the place apart if he even smelled someone else's cologne on the cushions.

And the worst part?

You didn’t hate it.

Didn’t hate the way his gaze made your skin prickle. Didn’t hate the way your thighs pressed together under the blanket. Something in your gut screamed, warned, begged—but it was drowned out by the low hum of heat building slow behind your navel.

Then he said your name.

Just once.

Soft.

Deliberate.

And it sounded like a hook sliding under your ribs.

You didn’t answer when he said your name. Just looked at him. Something about the way it rolled off his tongue—it wasn’t the name itself. It was the way it lingered, like it wasn’t meant for your ears so much as your bones.

He leaned closer, slow like he didn’t want to spook you. Like you were some skittish thing. But his eyes never left yours, and his hand… his hand slid to your knee.

Not rough. Not fast. Just sure.

“You’re real quiet all of a sudden,” he murmured, thumb dragging a slow arc over your skin. “Did I say something wrong?”

His fingers were warm. A little too warm. Like a fevered—furnace. Just heat and something crawling beneath the surface.

You shook your head, throat too tight to speak.

He smiled, and for the first time, it twitched. Just slightly. Something off in the corners of his mouth. Like he wasn’t used to wearing that expression. Like he was trying to look human and missing the mark by a hair.

But then he leaned in, and all you could focus on was the way his breath hit your cheek. It smelled like smoke and spice and something metallic underneath. Not quite blood. Not quite right.

“I missed you,” he said, barely a whisper. “More than I should’ve.”

That landed heavy.

You didn’t move when his hand slipped beneath the blanket. Didn’t stop him when his fingers found the skin of your thigh. His touch was slow, coaxing, warm enough to make your breath catch.

“I used to dream about you,” he went on, voice curling dark in your ear. “Back when we were just kids. But now…”

His palm slid higher. Intimate and familiar in a way it shouldn’t have been.

“…Now you feel real. Like you could be mine.”

That last word lodged in your chest.

You pulled back, just a little. Just enough to catch your breath.

But his smile never faltered. If anything, it grew.

“I scared you?” he asked, voice low and soft, like it wasn’t laced with something inhumane.

You stared at him.

“No,” you said.

A lie. But also not.

You were scared.

But not scared enough to stop.

He laughed—quiet, dark, too amused. Then he tilted his head, and for a split second, you swore you saw it. In the light. The eyes. Wrong.

Black where there should’ve been white. No reflection.

Like whatever sat across from you wasn’t just him.

Like he’d brought something back with him—or worse, left something else behind.

Still, your body didn’t move. It leaned in.

And so did he. His mouth found the corner of yours first—barely brushing, not kissing. Just tasting. Like he needed to know if you’d let him. Like he already knew you would.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, fingers still under the blanket, now gliding up the inside of your thigh. His touch was too steady for your heart rate.

You didn’t realize you were breathing through your mouth until he leaned in again, pressing closer this time. A slow, dragging kiss. Heat curling low in your stomach even as every alarm in your head screamed to run.

But your body betrayed you.

Your lips parted.

He kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in years and like he’d never let you go again. Deep. Slow. Possessive. His tongue slipped past your lips like it belonged there. You moaned into his mouth before you could stop yourself, fingers curling in the hem of his hoodie.

That’s when he growled—not loud, but low. Too low for a human throat.

“You feel it now, don’t you?” he whispered, kissing down your jaw, your throat, breath hot against your skin. “You always knew something wasn’t right with me.”

His hand pushed the blanket off your lap, slid between your legs with no hesitation now. Fingers parting the softness there through thin fabric. Slow, teasing pressure.

“And yet you let me in,” he said, voice turning rougher, darker. “You opened the door. You let me touch you. You want this.”

You gasped when his fingers rubbed harder, hips twitching. You did want it. Your body was warm and wet and ready, slick pooling under his hand like he’d earned it.

But deep down, something twisted.

Because this didn’t feel like seduction.

This felt like so much deeper.

“Say it,” he growled in your ear. “Say you missed me. Say you want me.”

You shook your head, but your thighs parted.

He chuckled. “Your mouth lies. But this…” he pressed harder, rubbing slow, steady circles against your clit through your panties, “this is honest.”

Your moan was caught between shame and need. You felt him push your legs wider, his body slotting between them. You didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. His hands were everywhere—possessive, burning, too warm. His skin felt wrong under your fingertips. Like it shifted. He felt hairyer?

“I’ve waited long enough,” he muttered, pulling your panties aside, fingers sliding against your bare slit. “So wet for me, little thing.”

You bit your lip, hips grinding into his hand. One finger slipped inside—thick, slow, filling—and you gasped.

Then another.

He worked them in deep, curling just right, rubbing places that made your spine arch and your eyes roll back.

You clung to him without thinking.

“I’m gonna ruin you,” he whispered, voice no longer trying to sound fully human. “And you’re gonna let me.”

Your breath caught. You looked into his face—and for one awful second, you saw the truth. Not him. Not anymore. Not just him.

But your hips rocked anyway.

And his grin was all teeth.

He spread you open like he owned the right—fingers deep and slick, tongue dragging up the column of your throat. You felt it in your gut, the shift. Not just in the room. In him.

The air got heavier. Thicker. Like the walls were holding their breath.

Then you saw it.

The face pressed to your neck wasn't his anymore.

His skin rippled under your palms like it couldn't decide what it wanted to be. For a moment, his features were soft, familiar, yours—then something behind his eyes twisted, stretched, grinned too wide.

He looked at you and devoured you.

His face shifted, his features morphed. He face was hairyer, ears a little pointy, teeth so sharp, like they were made to tear skin.

Still, his fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they went deeper. Thumb rubbing circles that had your back arching, your mouth open in a moan you barely recognized.

“Keep looking,” he growled, voice doubled now. Something speaking with him. Through him. “You wanted to see me, didn’t you?”

Your hand found his wrist, meant to push him away—but he was too strong. Or maybe you just didn’t try hard enough.

He pulled his fingers out, slick and shining, and pushed your thighs wider. Your legs trembled, muscles clenching in confusion and anticipation.

He moved lower, slow, deliberate. Something dark shifted under his skin as he knelt between your legs.

You caught your breath. “Don’t—”

“Don’t what?” His grin split wider, inhuman. “Don’t eat you? Or don’t stop?”

You froze.

Then he dragged his tongue up your slit, slow as sin. All heat and hunger. Your hips jerked. His growl vibrated against your clit, and you cried out, hand flying to his hair. Something thick. Coarse. Like fur.

You didn’t stop.

You should’ve.

But his tongue circled you, slid inside you, licked like it needed the taste of you to live.

And maybe it did.

You bucked against his mouth, thighs quaking. Pleasure rippling through you with every wet stroke, every slick sound echoing in the room.

He didn’t just want to make you come.

He wanted to consume it.

“I can smell it,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak against your swollen skin. “That little edge of fear. The shame. The ache.”

He licked you again, groaning deep. “Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”

You whimpered, your climax coiling so tight it burned.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Let me have it.”

You broke.

Came so hard you saw white. Screamed into the dark, legs locking around something that wasn’t fully man anymore.

And when you looked down—really looked—you saw the mouth between your legs split too wide. Teeth you hadn’t felt. Eyes that glowed bright.

But you didn’t run.

You moaned, still throbbing.

And it grinned. He didn’t wait for you to come down.

Didn’t give you the breath, the space, the mercy.

You barely blinked before he had you flipped—face down, ass up, his chest pressing you into the mattress. His weight wasn’t right. It settled too heavy on your spine, like gravity itself bent around him.

“Look at you,” he rasped, something slick dragging over your soaked pussy. “Shaking. Dripping. Ruined—and I haven’t even put it in yet.”

You whined, thighs trembling. You couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Just breathed, messy and fast, hands fisted in the sheets.

He grabbed your hip, nails sharp, spreading you open.

And then—

You felt it.

Thick. Too thick. Heavy against your folds, nudging up and down your slit with a wet, teasing drag.

You gasped. “It’s—mmh—too big—”

He laughed. Low and cruel. “No, baby. You’re just too small.”

You cried out when he started to press in—inch by thick, impossible inch. Your walls stretched, fluttered, fought it. But he didn’t stop.

“You feel that?” he growled, hips grinding deeper. “That’s me opening you up. Stuffing this tight little cunt full. You were made for this.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes—but your pussy clenched around him. Welcoming it.

“You’re crying,” he cooed. “But you’re squeezing me like you wanna milk every fucking drop.”

Your cheek was pressed into the cover now, mouth open, drooling. Your back arched without permission. You were full—split—and he hadn’t even bottomed out.

“You thought I came here just to catch up?” he grunted, pulling back before slamming in again. “You thought I missed you for your pretty face?”

The slap of his hips echoed in the room—wet and brutal.

“Nah, sweet girl. I came to wreck you.”

You sobbed out a moan, back curling as he shoved deeper, deeper still. Your body fought him, but it didn’t matter. He’d make room.

“I’m gonna break this little pussy,” he groaned, voice layered, slipping into something monstrous again. “Stretch it out ‘til you can’t take anyone else. ‘Til every time you fuck yourself, you remember this. Me.”

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough so he could speak into your ear.

“You’re mine now. Say it.”

You whimpered.

“I said—say it.”

“M’yours,” you gasped, drooling onto the pillow, eyes rolling back. “Yours—fuck—yours, it’s too deep—”

He slammed in to the hilt.

You screamed.

He moaned.

“That’s right. Let me in, baby. Let me all the way in.”

He fucked you then—brutal, relentless. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, dragged cries from your throat you didn’t recognize as your own. Your pussy spasmed, fluttering around him like it couldn’t decide if it was terrified or desperate.

“You take it like you want to be used,” he growled, pace unforgiving. “Little hole made for monsters.”

You came again. Shattered. Twisting under him as he fucked it out of you—no mercy, no pause.

And still, he didn’t stop. He stayed buried in you, hips grinding in slow, devastating circles. You were stuffed—stuffed. And he wasn’t even fucking you properly now. Just pressing in deep and staying there, like he wanted to mold your insides around him.

You whimpered into the sheets, wrecked.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice deeper now—wet, layered, like something crawling just under his skin. “All stretched out on my dick. Can’t even talk, can you?”

You shook your head, tears hot on your cheeks.

He pulled back just an inch. Slapped his hips forward again—hard. You screamed, back arching, body trembling.

“Too bad. I wasn’t done.”

And he wasn’t.

He started fucking you again, sharp, brutal thrusts that clapped against your soaked thighs. The sound of it was obscene—your slick, the slap of skin, the soft little cries you couldn’t hold back.

Then came the first spank—hard.

You jolted forward with a gasp. His hand landed again before you could even catch your breath. Again. Again.

“Hold still,” he snarled. “You wanna act like a needy little bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”

Your thighs quaked. Your ass burned under his palm, heat blooming with each slap until your legs shook uncontrollably.

You didn’t beg him to stop.

You pushed back.

“You like this,” he hissed, voice crawling into your ear like smoke. “You love being split open. Used. Ruined.”

You mumbled a yes, nodding fast. You couldn’t help it.

“That’s it. Pretty little slut. So fucking wet for me—feel that?” He dragged one claw-tipped hand over your belly, pressing down until you felt the swell of him inside you. “I’m all the way in. Filling you up.”

And then you felt it.

The stretch.

Not just from his length, already thick and punishing—but something more. Something worse.

You tried to squirm, to cry out, but he pinned your wrists down, hips rolling slow and deep as the base of him started to swell.

Your eyes went wide.

“No—please—” you choked.

“Yes,” he growled. “You’re gonna take my knot.”

You writhed under him, walls clenching in panic and want, but it was too late. His dick swelled, massive, locking inside you with a snap that sent pleasure rocketing up your spine. You screamed again—raw, wordless, ruined.

Your belly curved, taut and full from the pressure.

“You’re not going anywhere now,” he growled against your neck, teeth scraping skin. “I’m gonna breed you. Fill you so deep you leak for days.”

You shook, unable to move, every clench around him met with that unrelenting bulge, stretching you wider, deeper, more than you could’ve ever taken from anyone else.

“Made for this,” he whispered, licking sweat from your back. “Made to be knotted. Marked. Mine.”

Your body shuddered, twitching on the edge again. You couldn’t come like this—couldn’t possibly—

But you did.

You came with a strangled cry, clenched tight around the massive knot stretching your cunt open, twitching under him like a broken thing.

And he moaned—roared—deep, guttural, like something not meant to walk the earth.

Hot, thick release spilled into you, wave after wave, and you felt it. Felt him claiming you, stuffing you so full it overflowed, dripping down your thighs even with him locked in place.

You lay there, panting, trembling, your body used and held still, his.

And he kissed your neck, too sweet, too soft for what he was.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered, voice like velvet dragged over bone. “We’ve got all night.” You didn’t know how long you laid there—trembling, mind blank, body twitching around the stretch of his knot still lodged inside you.

He shifted behind you, cock twitching, heavy and swollen inside you. You whimpered, but there was nowhere to go. No space to move. You were pinned—stuffed—stuck.

“That’s it,” he whispered against your shoulder. “Nice and full.”

His hips ground forward again, slow and greedy, making your breath hitch.

You shook your head weakly. “I—I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he murmured, cupping your belly like he was cradling his own obsession. “Your body was made to take me. Made to carry me.”

You felt it then—how bloated your belly was, how warm everything inside you felt. His cum wasn’t just dripping out—it was filling you. Staying. Spreading.

“That’s my seed sitting deep in you, sweet girl,” he purred, breath hot against your skin. “So much it’s gonna take. You’ll be round with me in no time.”

You whimpered his name, choking on a sob, legs twitching.

“Shhh,” he soothed, licking a salty tear from your cheek. “I know. It’s a lot. But it’s not enough. Not yet.”

He rolled his hips again. Just barely. Just enough to make you feel how impossibly full you still were. Your walls clenched reflexively, fighting around the swollen base that held you in place, that kept you connected.

You cried out when another spurt of heat filled you. Thick. Endless.

“Fuck,” he growled, holding your hips tighter. “This little pussy’s so greedy. Still sucking me in like you want more.”

He leaned forward, one hand curling under your throat to tilt your head back.

“I can smell it on you. Wanting it. Needing it. Even if you don’t say it.”

You couldn’t respond. Just whimpered, hot and overstimulated and helpless.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he cooed. “I’ll take care of it. I’ll breed you until your body doesn’t know the difference between too much and not enough.”

It pulsed again—bigger, tighter. Your breath hitched.

And he smiled.

“You’ll be perfect. All filled up. Leaking down your thighs while you waddle around with my kid in you. Gonna keep you like this. Stuffed and swollen. Mine.”

You shook, tears wetting the pillow.

“And when this one takes,” he whispered, rutting slow again, “we’ll do it all over.”

Your stomach flipped. “Wh-what?”

He kissed behind your ear, voice low and twisted with hunger.

“Round after round. You think I came all this way just for one night?”

His grip on your hips bruised. His knot shifted inside you again, like it wasn’t done swelling.

“I’m not leaving you, sweet girl. Not now. Not ever.”

You sobbed as his cock throbbed, his breathing deepening again—building.

“You’re gonna be so full of me,” he groaned.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. Maybe it was the weight of his body still holding you down, keeping you still in the bed. Or maybe it was the thick, pulsing knot that refused to leave, making your body ache in a way you couldn’t understand.

When you woke, it was to the smell of sweat and sex, the thick, sticky remnants of him still deep inside you. The faint burn of your pussy was there, but it was almost a comfort now—something familiar, something permanent.

He hadn’t moved.

You shifted slightly, groaning at the way your body stretched, still full, still impossibly stretched, and he hummed softly behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low, smooth—like velvet sliding over the sharp edges of your thoughts.

You froze, your head spinning, hands fisting the sheets.

He chuckled, breath warm on your neck. “Relax, baby. I’m not letting you go yet.”

His arms tightened around you, pulling you into him like you were a fucking doll—a little plaything he didn’t want to let go of. His dick was still buried deep, the knot pressed against you in a way that made you shiver, your body already so sore from the pounding, the stretching, that you weren’t sure how much longer you could stand it.

But he didn’t care. He only held you tighter, nuzzling your neck, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin. He was kissing you now, soft and insistent, like he owned every inch of you. His hands slid down your body, cupping your breasts, pulling your chest back against his.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice dark, possessive. “I could keep you like this forever. Fuck you until your body remembers nothing but me.”

You gasped, feeling the pressure in your chest, the suffocating weight of him.

“Do you feel it? Feel how full you are?” He whispered, hands sliding down to your belly, pressing hard where the swelling of his seed sat inside you. “You think you’re gonna forget me? You think you’ll be able to take anyone else?”

You couldn’t respond—not really. You just nodded, relaxing into him.

“Good girl.” His lips brushed against your ear, and then the dark, twisted smile followed.

His hands moved lower, sliding across your hips, squeezing your thighs, keeping you close. It was possessive. Claiming.

“I’ll keep filling you, over and over,” he murmured. “Until your body’s just mine. Until everyone can see it—feel it. Every time you walk, you’ll remember who you belong to.”

You shivered in his hold, your body still trembling, still raw from everything. But there was no escaping it now.

“No one’s taking you from me,” he whispered, pushing a little deeper, stretching you further with the slightest movement. “You’ll carry me inside you.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

He buried his face in your hair, settling into a quiet, dangerous lull, his fingers lightly grazing over your skin like he had all the time in the world.

And you realized then—this wasn’t just a night.

This wasn’t just really good insanely overwhelming sex.

This was him, making sure you’d never forget.

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“Get lost” he said in annoyance. The other guys eyes looked over at you then back at him. Was he really willing to pick this fight?

“Dude Kyzer relax, just- just let me get my girl and we can forget any of this happened” the man said trying to grab for you.

Before you knew it he had the guys arm twisting it. “I said.” He growled. “Get lost”. His grip on his arm tightened nails digging in before pushing him away. The other man admitted defeat walking back with his tail between his legs.

Kyzer looked at you glaring down at your shaken body. “You good?” He asks surprising you even more. You don’t respond though, mind still in flight mode. He placed his hand under your chin lifting it up to look at him “hello? Are you good?” He said sternly.

You quickly nod snapping back to reality “yeah- yeah I’m good, sorry. Uhm- thank you.” You rambled out. You swear you saw a smile creep on his face but it was quickly gone.

He cleared his throat “if he tries anything again uhm?” He said hinting at you to tell him your name.

“Oh, uhm y/n” you said.

“If he tries anything again y/n, you come to me yeah? I’ll put his ass in the ground” he said with a twisted grin before walking off.

What was that? Was he actually nice? Or did you just catch him on a good day? No matter you went about your day. Going home and studying before getting the idea to bake him something to say thank you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad? Maybe this could be a way to get him to open up? But why did you want that? You scratched your brain, shit- did you like him? No, no that’s crazy. You still baked him something treats to take to him, hopefully he liked cookies.

The next day, you found him in his usual spot. Sitting at the tree while he ate his lunch. He looked peaceful as he ate, listing to some music and flipping through a book. You were so nervous to approach him but you did. Tapping him on the shoulder he turned his head quick. Ready to scream at whoever dared to disturb his peace. Until he noticed it was you, he tilted his head a bit like a puppy.

“Sorry for bothering you- I- uhm- made you these. As a thank you” you said sheepishly handing him the small container of cookies. He blinked, processing what you just said. No one’s ever really shown him much kindness. Even for doing something good like he had for you. So to say he was taken aback was an understatement.

“You made these for me?” He asked repeating your words.

You nod smiling at him shyly. “Yeah, if it wasn’t for you I- I don’t know what would have happened” you admit.

He felt his cold heart warm, pounding so loud he thought you could hear it. He looked over your face trying to read you. Fuck were you this cute yesterday? “Thank you” he said taking the container. He opened it right away the smell of the cookies making him sigh happily. “They smell delicious” he said smiling down at them.

He’s smiling? He’s smiling! Your heart skipped a beat seeing his pretty smile. Those sharp pearly whites of his made your body warm. Your face must have been red cause he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re cute” he said. It slipping past his lips before he could even stop himself. The compliment only making your face turn more red.

“I- uhm- thank you” you said feeling like you could puke at any second from the butterflies. “You’re not so bad yourself” you said with a smile.

His face started turning red, before he quickly turned away. “You uhm- you like movies?” He asked feeling stupid at his question. When you nodded his words came out fast “you wanna watch a movie later?” Fuck why’d he say that, his place was a wreck.

“Sure!” You said smiling like a dummy. “I just got a new system, we could watch it at my place?” You said.

“Cool, cool. What’s your number? So uhm- I can get your address” he said trying to play it cool. After exchanging numbers your alarm for your next class goes off making you jump. “I’m guessing no horror movies if you jump that bad from a phone” he teased.

You rolled your eyes “I’m gonna be late, I’ll text you my address. 7 sound alright?” You ask.

“Perfect” he said.

And you were off, sprinting to your next class.

His mind twirled with the thought of you. Fuck what did he get himself into? He doesn’t talk to many people nor has he ever had an actual relationship let alone a date. Sure he’s had his share of hook ups but that’s about as deep as it went. What the hell was he gonna do?

When the time came he stood outside your door taking a deep breath before knocking. When you answered his heart raced, here you were in sweats and a hoodie. How the hell did you look so good? When he walked in the smell of you overflowed him almost making him dizzy. You guided him into the living room where you had a bunch of blankets on your pool out. You were gonna be on a pull out bed. A bed. The two of you. His cock twitched in his pants at the mere thought of it.

“I’m sorry my place is a bit of a mess, but I got the couch all cozy. Oh and I have a bunch of snacks if you’re hungry” you said with a shy smile. He nodded following you to the pull out, when he sat down the scent of you was even stronger. Probably from all the covers you gathered from your bed. “Wanna watch a horror movie?” You asked flickering through the movies on the tv.

“Sounds goo- wait” he said looking at the screen. “You like that show?” He asked seeing a show you were watching earlier. It being one of your favorites.

“Uh yeah! It’s like one of my favorites I’m rewatching it since the new seasons gonna be coming out” you said smiling.

“No way! It’s one of my favorites, I’m super excited for the new season! I even have a poster of it in my room!” He rambled. It was cute seeing him all excited over something he liked. Seeing his cute smile light up.

“Maybe when the new season comes out we can have a watch party? I’ll make us some dinner and we can binge watch it” you said.

“Sounds perfect” he said back. It felt nice being able to talk to someone. To have something in common with you too.

You both decided on a movie, getting all covered up as it started. He was nervous to move closer to you but you were feeling a bit bold so you Scooted closer. Your shoulder touching now bodies close to one another. The scent of you driving him crazy more so now that he could feel your warmth. He moved his arm, to finally wrap around you “uhm- is this ok?” He said softly.

You nodded “aren’t horror movies the best ones to cuddle up too?” You said laying your head on him.

“Is that why you picked it” he said back in a teasing tone.

“Maybe”

“In that case why don’t we lay down in cuddle hmm? I mean we got this whole bed in all” he said with a smirk.

He was surprised that you instantly moved letting him lay behind you so you could both could watch the movie properly. He took his spot behind you wrapping his arms around you, pulling your body as close as he possibly could. His hand rested on your waist holding you tightly. His mind swirled with your scent god how was this happening to him?

A few minutes passed as you focused on the movie. Being painfully aware of the man behind you as he pressed himself against you. You could feel his girth cock pressing against your ass and you couldn’t help yourself. Grinding back against him, he let out a groan barely audible if it weren’t for him being so close. The sound of him turning you on way more than you thought it would. He didn’t stop you though, letting you rut yourself against him. Finally getting some friction.

His hand that was resting on your waist squeezed at every movement. You could hear faint ‘fucks’ coming from him only driving the want higher. The movement of you paired with the sweet smell of your dripping cunt was becoming too much for him. His hands hooked your at your pants “can I take these off?” He said softly.

You nodded letting him rid you of your sweats and your panties. He pushed his pants down after taking yours off. His big cock springing free finally. You could finally feel how big he truly was, fuck did you want him. His hands glided down your body moving your leg over his. His long fingers pressed against your needy nub making you whimper. His face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he licked up it.

His fingers lazy played with your clit before roaming further down. He couldn’t believe how wet you were, how wet you were for him. His fingers finally pushed into your dripping core curling ever so nicely. His movements were just as lazy, his thumb pressing against your clit once more. His mouth watered at the smell of you. He needed to taste you, and he needed to do it right now. With no warning he pulled himself from you quickly moving his body down yours.

He dived into your cunt, tongue quickly pushing into your folds. The moan you let out made his cock twitch. It was already leaking like a faucet ready to be buried inside you. “Fuck you taste even better than those cookies you made me” he said. His hands hooked around your legs pulling you closer to him as he ate you out like a starved animal. His tongue pushed deep inside you twirling around your tight walls. Your hands gripped at anything before gripping at his hair. You tugged on it softly making him groan “pull- ah- harder” he said. Of course you listened, tugging on his hair harshly pushing him somehow deeper into your cunt.

He felt like he was in heaven, fuck this must be heaven. Your cunt clenched around his tongue, knowing you were close he moved his hand to toy with your clit yet again. It didn’t take long after that for you to cum. Your body arched off the bed moans getting trapped in your throat only breathes making it past. He lapped up any of your sweet honey that dared to escape. Licking you clean before moving upwards to you. He kissed you messily. His cock head poking at your entrance.

Without any thoughts you moved yourself down letting his thick cock push into you. The stretch wasn’t bad, in fact the slight pain felt good. “Sh-shit” he moaned against your lips.

“Please- move” you whined out bucking your hips into him. His eyes met yours and what a sight to see. Your eyes were glazed over, cheeks flushed red. Fuck did you look so good. He blinked a second before everything sunk in. Your warm walls squeezing him so tightly. He started to move slowly before picking up speed.

His hands moved down pushing your shirt up. You quickly helped taking it off as he took his off too. He was delighted to see you didn’t even have a bra on either. His hands roamed your plush body, pinching at your perky nipples. He was quickly losing himself in you. His movements were becoming faster as his high was reaching near. “God you feel so fucking good, was this your plan all along huh? Get the big bad wolf all alone in your house to fuck you like a wild animal?” He teased.

“You- ah- you started it. You’re the one that was pressing there big dumb cock against me” you retorted.

“Can’t- can’t help it when you smell so good” he said back.

His movements were slowing down a bit making you whine. “Getting tired already? Need- ah need me to ride you?” You said with a grin. You felt his cock twitch at your words oh he definitely liked that idea. He wrapped his arms around you before lying flat on his back. Your legs straddled him the new position making him feel even deeper. His hands laid on your thighs those sharp nails digging into the soft skin.

As much as he wanted to show you how much of a big bad wolf he was he couldn’t help it. You were just too much for him, he was like some puppy dog that you had wrapped around your finger. When you finally got your feet in a proper spot you started moving. Bouncing up and down on his stupidly big cock. His knot forming as if his against your entrance. He watched as your tits bounced with every movement. His long tongue hung out of his mouth drool pooling with it.

“Fuck- just like that- ah” he moaned out. “Gonna let me knot you? Fuck please let me- need- need to breed you- ah- ah” he was such a mess under you. Your legs shook at the sight of him at his words. An orgasm washed over you without warning. Your body felt almost limp as it laid on top of him.

“I’m yours-“ you said in almost a whisper against his chest but he heard it. Oh boy did he hear it loud and clear. His hands gripped at your ass, fucking up into you with force.

“You’re mine? All mine?” He growled. “Good- all mine to- ah fuck- to breed- to claim- mine- mine” he kept repeating. Your hands that laid on his chest stared to dig in it his toned muscle. The slight pain Only driving him to fuck you harder. “Gonna take it all yeah? Gonna take everything I can give you- you’re mine. Mine.” He said.

“Yours. All yours.” You said softly against him. When those words finally left your lips that was it. He pushed up into you with one final thrust, his knot pushing past your entrance. The feeling alone bringing on another strong orgasm as you felt his balls empty inside you. His head that was nuzzled into your neck moved as he sunk his teeth deep into you. The pain the pleasure the everything of the situation had your mind floating. Your body shook harshly as you felt yourself squirting all over his cock and yourselves.

He let out a low growl holding your body tightly to him. He held you against him as you both came down from the intense orgasms. “You did so well” he almost purred into your ear.

A few minutes of silence mixed with heavy breathing filed the air before he spoke once more. “You really meant it right? That you’re all mine?” He asked sheepishly, afraid you’d take it back.

“I meant every word of it.” You said smiling. You kissed his cheek softly holding tightly to him.

You might have only known him as the asshole of the college but now. You were seeing him for who he truly was. He would let everyone believe he was still this big bad wolf that didn’t take anything from anyone. However when it came to you he was just a sweet overgrown puppy that would do anything for you.

Unbeknownst to you until now, and most others, orcs could not bear kids. Their only way of reproducing was to find a spouse of other species to have have their kids or come to an arrangement like what was being offered to you.

He told you to think on his offer, that he would return the next day for your answer.

Twenty four hours flew by but you still did not know what you wanted. You fantasized about never having to plough another field or do laundry, or any other work, but it came at a steep price.

A price you were willing to pay it turns out.

Many times during the trip he asked again if you would be happy, as if he was worried you were going to change your mind.

“But that’s it?” you asked back after the third time or so he asked if you were still sure, “Be a toy for your village and have kids?”

He looked offended from your words, a slight scowl settled on his lips, “Not a toy” he corrected firmly, “A cherished and loved member of the village, loving mother of the next generation. A person, not an object”.

“But I’d never have to work again, right?”

“No, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. That’s why I’m asking if you want to be a mother, if you want to live a life where you’re going to be spending a lot of time being fucked. No one there wants a begrudging mate”.

His concern for you settled it. Whatever life awaited you at his village was certainly better than your meager existence in your own small village.

Now, in his village all eyes were on you. No one approached as Darok lead you though town but you caught excited snippets in orcish and common that made you blush. Snippets that ranged from praise and compliments to much more lewd things you probably were not intended to overhear.

You only spent a moment at your new house to sit a few things down there. Your home in the village was nicer than anything you had known before and your new bedroom alone was larger than your small house before, and vastly better furnished.

Everywhere you went you were fawned over. It was overwhelming being the center of attention. Back in your village no one had time to pay attention to anything other than their work, let alone pay attention to you.

That evening you sat in the center of town, wearing a simple but beautiful dress, though the amount of skin it showed did make you a little uncomfortable. The top of it tied around your neck and plunged down low, showing off a lot of your cleavage. While the dress was long, a wide slit ran up either side all the way to your hip. When you tried it on the tailor smiled and told you seeing your panties on the side ruined the look, better to take them off. It hugged your body in ways you usually avoided, showing the soft roll of your tummy.

Despite feeling awkward in the new dress you sat adorned in jewelry, and enjoying more food and drink than you ever had access to in your village.

The chief spoke, addressing you directly, “It warms my heart to know that in my time I will see children running through this village again. Though you’ve only arrived, you are already loved you know, and that love will only grow. Are you ready to begin the next chapter of your life?”

You nodded.

“Then, as is tradition, Darok will be your first” he gestured to you and Darok.

You blushed. Though part of you was also relieved, at least over the past few days you had the chance to get to know him and feel comfortable around him.

He pulled you from your chair next to him and onto his lap so you were straddling his legs and facing him.

“So, your place or mine?” you asked awkwardly with a smile.

“Here, so everyone knows your ready”.

You squirmed uncomfortably on his lap.

“It’s ok” his voice was soft, “I’m just going to lift your dress a little so you stay covered, okay?”

You froze. Holding his gaze and unable to get any words out you sat there, heart racing.

“I promise it’s not a big deal, just a little formality. Just rest your head on my chest, then you won’t be able to see anyone else. Then it’s just me and you, right?” gently he placed his hand on the back of your head and encouraged you to lean into him, stoking you hair and trying to give you some reassurance.

“See? No one else here”.

You felt him tug your dress out from under you and unlace his pants before pulling you farther up on his lap. Now where you sat you could feel his erection pressing against your bare legs.

Darok had been staying with you the last few nights, worried about you waking up in the mornings alone somewhere new. He slept out in the main room, part of you had been disappointed when he never joined you. It was not that you wanted to rush anything necessarily, but you had hoped at least somewhat that Darok was the first you would be with.

This was not what you had in mind.

Soft kisses peppered the top of your head, followed by more soft words, “Will you let me have you?”

You nodded into his chest and you felt his hand work between your legs, his rough, calloused fingers quickly finding your clit to rub small circles. Softly you moaned into his chest as he touched you, and eventually he slid a thick finger into you. Just his finger along was making you see stars, it was thicker than anything you had ever taken before.

Even with your eyes squeezed closed you could still hear murmurs from the others. Whispers about how pretty your moans were, their desires to fuck you next, that it would be a miracle if you did not end up pregnant after tonight.

Darok continued a steady, but restless pace, working his finger into you as you felt a familiar warmth and tightness build low in your belly. You rolled your hips against his hand, desperate for your release, which only seemed to rile up everyone else more.

“Look at her, like she was meant to be bred, went from shy to practically begging to get fucked”.

“I’m going to love watching that pretty mouth around my cock”

“Her mouth? I’m going to fuck her fat little cunt until I know I’m the one to knock her up”.

“Little thing looks tired already”.

“That’s fine, bend her over the table so she can sleep while I have my turn”.

Their words only made you wetter. Sure it was vulgar, and they spoke as if you were not even there, but by the gods their attentions turned you on.

It was not long before you finished on Darok’s finger, you could feel your muscles clench around him, your vision blurry around the edges as wave after wave of your orgasm spread across your body. All the strength left your body and you slumped against his chest, scarcely able to keep your eyes open.

You heard the clattering of plates being cleared off the table behind you and felt Darok slowly pull your dress up on off of you, but at this point you were too tired to care. He laid you on your back on the table, you legs dangling off one side and head tipped back off the other, everyone else gathered around and watching as he claimed your cunt.

As thick as his finger was, his cock was so much more. You moaned loudly as he stretched you around himself, feeling him slide slowly into you until his tip pressed against your cervix. Slowly he began to move, sliding nearly all the way out before burying himself deep within you once more. The embarrassment of being on display was fading quickly, the only thing going through your mind was how incredible he felt as he he settled into a steady rhythm.

From your partially upside down vantage point with your head tipped off the table you could see the other watching or gathering around you.

“Stop holding back!” you heard someone yell.

You could not see Darok with how your head was tilted, but you felt his grip on your hips tighten while he continued his same pace.

“Breed her! Don’t just fuck her!” yelled someone else.

The chief’s voice cut through the chatter, “He’ll do as he pleases, as is his right. If he wants to drag this out all night then so be it”.

“If you’re that impatient” Darok began, his voice strained, “ask her if you can use her mouth”.

Before you knew it someone’s hands were tangling into your hair, their tip resting against your lips. You looked up, trying to remember if he was someone you have been introduced to yet or not. The tailor? Or the blacksmith maybe?

It mattered not, you parted your lips for him and in a single stroke his cock was down your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion. As you focused on just breathing it got easier, the urge to gag subsided with each thrust until he was buried to the hilt in your throat each time. His heavy balls slapped against your face with each thrust, preventing you from being able to see anything else.

Others joined, hands grabbed at your round thighs, soft tummy, and breasts. The thrill of not being able to see who was touching you or what they would do next was making your already throbbing cunt ache even more.

You reached down to rub your clit, but someone quickly batted your hand away. Instead you felt the smooth ivory of someone’s tusks brush against you as they tried to find an angle to lick your clit while Darok continued to breed you.

The orc who was fucking your mouth picked up his pace, pumping into you with wild abandon. With a final, and particularly forceful, thrust you felt his his balls tighten and twitch against your face as he came down your throat, slowly rocking against you while enough cum to make you feel full filled your belly.

He stepped back, removing himself from you and wiped the dribbles of saliva and cum from your mouth. Affectionately he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead, a strong departure from how he rough he had just been with you.

With your face now free, you looked up to watch Darok. His eyes were closed, the rise and fall of his chest was measured and steady as he breathed, a few long strands of his dark hair slipped free from where the rest were tied up.

He really was quite handsome.

You reached out to grab one of his hands to get his attention, causing his eyes to snap open. His gaze was heavy on you, making you realize just how much he must be holding back. How he looked at you now did the impossible and made your heart pound even harder. You squeezed his hand, needing more contact with him as you tried to find your voice.

“Darok” you managed to moan. You watched as his chest heaved, his breath quickened, “Breed me”.

The change that went through him was immediate. He leaned down over you, pushing the other orc between your legs away, his mouth on your neck kissing and nipping the delicate skin. His steady pace became desperate and erratic, his tip jabbing into your cervix with each snap of his hips, making you feel him so incredibly deep in you.

Incoherent words fell from his lips, barely audible as he mumbled into your neck, “…beautiful… so warm… breed you every day… with my children…”

You clung to him, legs wrapped around his hips and urging him to go as deep as he could. The building tightness in your core hit its peak, waves of pleasure crashed over you for the second time as this time you came around his thick shaft.

With your warm, wet cunt squeezing him as you came he did not last long. Groaning into your neck you felt the last few needy thrusts before his hot cum flooded into you and began dripping out.

For several long breaths he remained pressed against you, his body weight keeping you pinned under him until he lifted his head to look at you. He looked tired and utterly content, eyes a little out of focus as he smiled at you and leaned in to kiss along your cheeks and forehead. Then with his forehead pressed to yours he spoke, soft enough where you would be the only one to hear him “You’re going to look incredible carrying our child”.

His words left a flutter in your chest and ache in your raw pussy.

You smiled and kissed his cheek, secretly hoping your first child would be his.

Gently he helped you sit up, “How about we take this somewhere comfier? It’ll be a long night and I’d hate for you to have a backside full of splinters from the table”.