#ashveil

“please, where is your office? im.. i need your help.” you mumble, hands sweaty, and your heart was pounding in your chest, ready to jump out. ashveil detects the desperation in your voice and promptly tells you the address to his place.

you sigh in relief, acknowledging that his office was less than a couple minutes away. “thank you very much, detective ashveil. i’ll give you a acceptable payment once im there.” you say, hesitantly picking up your pace to reach his office. you didnt want to run, since theres always the possibility that the man following you is faster.

“ah, dont worry about that, really.” ashveil says before he thinks, and mentally cringes at himself. yet, helping a person in need is probably more important than his rent…(?)

you reach his office, going up the stairs when you notice the person following you has left, supposedly uninterested now that you had gone into some place. you knock on the detectives door, still glancing around in nervousness. ashveil opens the door and is hit with the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. and… the sexy notes of flowery pheromones hitting his nose. his eyes widen and he stutters.

and you had a similar reaction as well, his masculine pheromones greeting your nose. you both stand still for a moment, and ashveil wonders how long its been since hes smelled such wonderful pheromones. and he eventually snaps out of his daze, clearing his throat and chuckling awkwardly. “uh, hello.. again… please, come in.” he says, motioning you to come in.

you smile awkwardly back, silently stepping into his office where now his pheromones were all around you. ashveil closes the door behind himself, hungrily (yet respectfully) eyeing your form. you stand in the middle of the room awkwardly, fingers gripping at your purse. “uh.. i apologize for practically barging in on you so late in the night.” you say, sparking the conversation once more.

ashveil shakes his head and tries to not look affected by your pheromones. “its no biggie, really. what had happened?” he asked.

“well, i was being followed, and went a different path than my usual way home. i had seen your ad and number and hoped you could help me. thankfully you did.” you sigh in relief, the corner of your lips slightly raising. “and as for your payment..” you say, reaching into your purse. you dig in the bag for a moment, before looking up at ashveil with a apologetic expression.

“it seems i dont have any money on me..” you say awkwardly, glancing away. ashveil perks up at this, and waves a hand. “r-really its no problem, dont worry about paying me.”

an idea pops into your head and you smile sweetly once more, walking closer to the man. ashveil stays still, hands in fists by his sides. he gulps, meeting your eyes. “well detective, perhaps i could pay you in a different way?” you hum, hinting at something lewd with your eyes.

ashveils eyes widen and he coughs into his fist. “u-uh… i.. wouldnt mind that.” he hums, an awkward grin gracing his face. “good.” you muse, the mans pheromones greatly affecting you; you could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. you let your purse fall to the ground, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

ashveil hums, his hands landing on your hips. after staring at each other for a pregnant pause, your lips crash against each other. ashveil devours your lips akin to eating a meal, and you cant help but let out a moan at his voracious nature. his hands greedily explore your body, cold fingers fondling the fatter parts of your skin. you snake your own fingers in his hair, tugging at the long locks.

the detective’s tongue prods at your own, and he goes to slurp at your tongue. you moan again, and he swallows it like a baby drinking their mothers milk. you didnt know if this man was desperate, or just very hungry. you pull away to breathe, panting as ashveil instantly moves to nose his way down your neck. he nudges your scent gland, licking and teasing it with his sharp fangs. you gasp, tugging on his hair harshly. “no biting. bad dog.” you huff, glancing down at the man.

he visibly looked disappointed, but respects your decision. ashveil licks the column of your throat, fingers already attempting to get your shirt off. nimble and cold fingers fumble with the buttons of your shirt, and you watch in slight amusement, nails scratching against his nape. ashveil shivers and keeps his nose pressed against your scent gland as he just tears your shirt off. you gasp, watching your shirt fall to the ground in tethers.

“detective!” you stutter out, and he only glances at you before palming one of your clothed breasts. you huff, still a little surprised about your shirt. you tug at his clothing, a silent word for his to be off as well. ashveil pulls away from you and sheds of his upper layers, leaving you to admire the expanse of muscle, and the strange greyish black color of his right arm, coating his shoulder and that side of his torso.

you trace the skin, glancing up at him. “what is this? some sort of.. skin graft?” you mumble, leaning closer to the skin. he huffs, watching your expression for any disgust. he sees none. “haha, no, not a skin graft. its just.. some discoloration.” ashveil says. you hum in acknowledgement. “i see..”

the two of you jump back to action, smacking lips once more as hands explore bodies. ashveil unclips your bra, and you kick it away after it falls. ashveil is instantly on your tits, kneading the fat and leaning down to suckle on your nipple. you moan, tilting your head to the side as you experience the mans voracious appetite once more. ashveil sucks on your nipple like milk was going to start coming out eventually, his fingers pinching and rolling the other one.

he eventually switches nipples, and you sigh in pleasure, nails scratching ashveils scalp. he moans, glancing up at you. you bite your lip, squeezing your thighs together. “please, mister ashveil, touch me..” you plea, your pussy throbbing. the man pulls away from your tits and stands straight, “yes ma’am.”. he hooks his fingers in your skirt hem and yanks it down. you kick it away, now almost on full display for the detective.

ashveil sits you down on his desk, having to push some things aside first. you exhale, watching him kneel down. you spread your legs for him, biting your lip as you lean back on your arm. he moans and presses a hand against his erection, feeling his knot already swelling. your pheromones smelled even better between your legs, and ashveil internally sturggles to hold back the urge to bite your inner thigh. he presses his nose against your slick-soaked panties and his eyes roll back and he grinds against his hand.

he shakes his head, leaning up and pulling your panties down with his teeth. he gets them far down enough to where they’re not in the way, and grabs your thighs to pull you closer to him. he smells your bare cunt, trying not to cum on the spot. he noses at your inner thigh, opening his mouth to leave a bite despite his initial hesitation. you just watch him, jaw slacking at how sexy he looks between your thighs.

the imprint ashveil’s teeth leave is impressive, leaving you with a dull throb at the scene of the crime. you brush hair out of ashveils face, then tug him towards your pussy. “eat.” you command simply, and he follows.

he immediately dives into your pussy, tongue licking you from your perineum to the hood of your clit. you moan and buck your hips, mouth open permanently it seemed like. he eats you out with such force and hunger, like you were some type of 5 star meal. which to him, you probably were. ashveils nose rubs against your clit as he splits your hole open with his tongue. you grind against his nose, panting and moaning.

“fuck, just like that.. good dog.” you praise, watching ashveils imaginary ears perk up and thus him burying the lower half of his face in your cunny.

the slurps and licking nosies coming from his lips were sinful, filling the room alongside your moans and the buzz of his freezer. your cunt was soaked with slick and ashveils saliva.

you grab onto his hair tighter, toes curling as you feel a knot in your stomach forming. you lean back against the wall, hips uselessly bucking against his face as you near your orgasm. “ngh, ashveil… im close..” you moan out, thighs beginning to shake. your moans grow high-pitched, and you hit your peak soon after. you cry out, thighs caging ashveils head in as you hump his face in attempt to ride out your high. you twitch and whimper, out of breath from the toe-curling orgasm you just had.

ashveil kitten licks your pussy for another couple of seconds, giving it one last kiss before standing up. he unbuckles his pants as you catch your breath, watching him strip the remainder of his clothing left. you could see the outline of his fat cock from his boxers, and you lift a leg to brush your foot against it. ashveil falters and grunts at the small touch, looking at you. he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him, picking you up and laying you down on top of the freezer. you shiver at the slight coldness, huffing slightly.

the detective spreads your thighs as far as they can spread. you moan softly, and he tugs his boxers down to reveal his cock. you gasp, surprised at the impressive knot at the base of his cock. “all for me?” you hum, reaching out to brush a finger against his sensitive tip. he mosns, hips stuttering. you smile, wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing him closer. his cold, prosthetic hand lands on your hip, the other one on his cock, squeezing his tip.

he leans down and spits on your pussy, spreading it along with his cockhead. you whine at the heaviness you could already feel from that touch, pussy gushing. “put it in, please..” you whimper, tugging him closer with your legs.

the tall man obliges and slowly pushes into your cunt, effectively spliting you open. you gasp, grabbing onto his forearm. “oh my aeons…” you shut your eyes, biting your lip and nibbling on the skin in an attempt to subside the dull pain.

“does it hurt?” ashveil rumbles, his fat tip being squeezed by your tight pussy. you just hum, opening your eyes to look into his own.

“just,” you pant slightly, whimpering, “keep pushing inside.” he nods and pushes his hips, his cock sliding deeper inside of you. he eventually reaches up until his knot, taking a deep breath as he stills his hips to get fully used to your cunt.

your thighs lightly shake, and you moan and squirm, hips rolling onto his. “fuck..” you stutter, looking up at ashveil through your lashes. he growls at that, thinking you look incredibly beautiful right now.

“so fucking gorgeous…” he mumbles, pressing his forehead to yours as he thrusts inside of you. you gasp and twitch, nose touching ashveils as he thrusts with repressed aggressiveness, nails forming crescent shapes onto your thighs. ashveils pubic hair teases your clit with every trust, almost making you dizzy. he growls and fucks you like you were a pocket pussy, and you cant help but love it. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, throwing your head back as it limps uselessly due to his powerful thrusts. you moan loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasure ashveil and his fat cock was giving you. the repeated plop plop plop alongside your high-pitched moans filled the room together with the smell of sex and musk.

your nails dig into his skin, as ashveil buries his head in the crevice of your neck, sniffing your scent gland, brushing his sharp fangs along the soft skin. he groans and ruts into you adjacent to an animal and bites down on your scent gland. you scream out, your orgasm following right after. you pant like a dog in heat, hips humping against his cock. “holy s-shit!” you gasp, eyes rolling back into your head.

you quiver in ashveils hold, your orgasm leaving you on high. the man slows down, yours and his pubic hair soaked with your arousal. he licks at your scent gland to hopefully ease any leftover pain. ashveil looks up at your face, and the way your expression is dazed. he hisses, feeling his knot swell once more. “fuck… can i put my knot in you?”

ashveil moans, eyes shutting closed as his hips rut against you again. you moan and nod, tightening your hold on him. “yes, yes please..”

he nods, thankful you said yes. who else would drain this old mans balls?

he brings a hand down, thumb rubbing circles over your clit as he thrusts shallowly for a couple of seconds before slowly pushing his knot inside of you. and due to your two orgasms and excess slick production, it was incredibly easy for ashveil to slide his knot into you. you moan, feeling more full than before. “fuuuck… yes, ashveil…” you squeal, toes curling.

ashveil perks up at your squeal, liking the sound. he shallowly thrusts again in you, guiding your head to his scent gland for you to bite in return. depsite your daze, your instincts take action and you sink your own fangs into his scent gland. ashveil whimpers and cums instantly, pressing his muscular body against yours. his knot keeps his hot, thick cum inside of your gooey cunt, and you shiver, slowly rolling your hips against his. you lick at his scent gland like he did yours, before pulling away to look at where you two are connected.

you smooth a hand down his chest, admiring the way you two were joined. you press your lips against ashveils, taking charge of the kiss. he whimpers once more, tilting his head to deepen it. you lick at his lips, tongue prodding at the inside of his mouth after he parts his lips. you nibble on his tongue, pulling away after it felt like you couldnt breathe anymore.

“how long does your knot last?” you hum, voice breathy.

“uh.. probably like.. 15 minutes or so?” he rumbles, burying his face in your neck.

you chuckle, a little surprised. “you say that like you dont know, mister ashveil.” he noses at your scent gland. “yeah, uh.. i dont.” he admits, glancing up at you.

you laugh, head tilting back as your shoulders shake with amusement. you lay back, bringing ashveil with you as he plops all his weight onto you with permission. “well that just means we’ll lay here until it deflates.” you hum, and ashveil smiles softly.

“i wouldnt mind that.”

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