There's a mixture of grunting and strained moans coming from the living room, I go on and ignore it since you've been in heat for the pass few weeks and that causes you to feel like private activities are for the living room if the situation called. It was off for you to still be feeling something for this long.
Even with keeping my distance, there were times where being a wolf guy you were smelling me under my tail while I cooked, bench pressing me in a fit of energy. Crazy requests to leer over me, cock leaking onto my skirt as you simply sniffed me up and down, touching all over and whining at your own restraint at not simply playing through me.
Having a jar in the fridge, I thought it was some hucow milk you collected from the farm where your parents worked. Your eyes shot open when you watched me drink down the thick glass of your own cum, not even able to stop me as you fell to your knees. You barely hesitated in telling me that was the hottest thing you'd ever seen, my ears twitching at the shiver rattling my body.
You saw how I was fine the first day, tagging along with me to the farmer's market and helping me pick food, maybe just a little more submissive and willing to lean into your hard body for another smell. The amount of times you were caught pulling me from your neck drew a lot of attention, a fox guy saying it smells like im in heat. You took me away fast, ignoring the cashier and our items and floored it home.
It was a blur, but after ordering takeout you had fell into bed, exhausted from rejecting me and your own will to crave fucking through me. The second day, you woke up to me sleeping in your bed, knot firmly lodged inside. Your thoughts raced, trying to pace together what it is that got me here but my walls were pulling you in. Each ending pulsed your shaft, your heart rate never lowering as my body coaxed you to cum.
The light moaning in my sleep was cut up by desperate pants as my body tried to regulate. Not feeling right about me sleeping, you gently wake me hand rubbing the red area of my stomach as my hand went on top of yours. Breasts swollen and leaking milk, it was clear that my body was looking for the source of the need it had.
You kept things light, thrusting just enough to know that i was getting more than my wish I mumbled to you. Each pass sent lightning down your shaft until it strained, your body trembling as little balls pushed out of your cock, the pressure pushing the next and the next before it finally caves into my cervix. We both cried out as you emptied more and more spheres into my womb, pulling out as your cock finally receded.
Initially, you couldn't see anything really, just a higher number on the scale and maybe a little outline of the pile of orbs in my stomach if I sucked in. The flash in the pan went away, your heat subsiding after four months and now you were worried about me. You could smell something delicious coming from between my legs and I broke a rule of yanking on your ears to "scratch my itch."
Taking to it, you massaged and collected my milk, saying that you read that it'll stop you from having any effects towards me being a mate or anything. I was disappointed, but then again you hadn't heard a clear thought out of me in days. Im desperately trying to spend more time, to get you to touch me, lick my vulva until it's swollen, just let me sit on your cock and let me get knotted again. You would always point out that it was my fault for drinking cum, before gently pulling me by my tail towards you, knowing it always seemed to do it for me.
That afternoon, your head was buried between my legs lapping and licking as you heard each vibration of my moans through my thighs. Finally, my body heaved, gasping as my cervix opened up and you had your tongue gently lick my folds before pressing gently on my rounded stomach, coaxing out orbs that had grown to the size of billiard cue balls.
Apologies for the very late replay, I've been pretty busy the last few weeks. Not in heat unlike my story counterpart, mostly with life
In my mind, I imagine it's somewhat the same setup as the last asks, who knew putting on a fake cursed knot loaded with eggs would cause such effectsn! Sure maybe before I was more wolf guy with at most the ears and tail, but ever since the incident it's been quite the change, being in heat for so long. My base form when the heat isn't practically overtaking me is big wolf ears, fangs, amber eyes, big pawed hands with fur building up to the top of my arms, big pawed feet and very furry legs, and a big tail always wagging
And of course, a huge red knot, that can produced what I can only call eggs.
And of course, when in heat I'm more of a beast man, looking more like a werewolf or anthro, just trying to get some relief, and not to bother you.
Which was easier said then done, I would think I have this almost never ending heat calmed down would be enough to start getting back into doing stuff, but being around you had it all flair up again, and to not bother you, I quickly ran off somewhere more private to calm myself down. Rinse and repeat, making it hard to live a normal life.
Perhaps at one point, I started collecting the cum, maybe to see just how much I produce in a day, as it shouldn't be scientifically possible to produce so much. maybe I'll go see if a scientist can analyze it and figure out what the heck is causing such a lust. What I didn't expect was to find you holding the now empty jar and hearts in your eyes, i drop to floor that my "hard" (heh) work is gone, but I will admit, it was kind of hot.
But you know, nothing to worry about! Especially with such a big day tomorrow, and I feel I've gotten enough of the lust in my system out to go out and have a grand day at the farmers market. Who knew so much stuff could be there, I mean, freshly squeezed maple syrup straight from the Amazon, squeezed by Amazonian ladies? But it took a bit to notice you were clinging to me, like alot, and I went along, until it seemed both of us were clinging, with all the remarks and whistles from passersbys, and we barely had our basket full...
How I survived the whole day I was unsure, perhaps my body worked overtime to not create a scene at the market, or maybe the jealously was enough to override the lust, who knows. But after a shower, I was so tired out that I collapsed on the bed instead of the couch, so tired forgetting about the heat. My dreams filled more wet then the ocean, though with some story involved to say the least, who turns a queen into a genie?
But morning came, and that's when I saw you next to me, right on my knot. Had you slipped into my bed, had my dreams of lust made me get close to your entrance? So many thoughts running thru my head but as I tried to pull the knot away it, I felt it was swelled enough to make you moan with each attempt to pull out. But I kept trying and trying to get it out, but the sounds of your moans made it all the worse, and the pressure of the walls of your hole made it all the harder, both to pull out, and my knot.
Knowing I had no other option, I tried to wake you, but no amount of whispering into your ear or tickling your nose awoke you from your slumber. I remembered a night before where I rubbed your belly when we watched a movie and you woke up because "it felt really nice". Do doing the same trick, it made you wake up, or maybe you were awake the whole time, waiting for me to make to finally get the wish going. A light tease of you going "want breakfast in bed" as you squeezed your swollen breasts. "You'll have to work for it~" was the last thing you said
Before your words were replaced by light moans, as I starting thrusting lightly, holding you close as I did, trying to be as gentle as I could be, even with the heat building up in me. Feeling myself build up and up, thrust after thrust, as I kept trying to keep pace. Weeks of pent up heat trying to unleash, mind rushing with lewd thoughts of what's going to happen. Another repeat of last month, which just made me even more horny, as I increased my light thrust to more of a medium thrust, and held you closer then ever as I plunged one final time, and filled you up. Spurt after spurt, white cum filling you, as tiny orbs come out along with it, leaving behind a somewhat swollen belly.
But finally, after so many weeks, I'm more back to my normal self, or I would be, if I wasn't constantly being teased by you to come "help you" with needs. Constantly wearing nothing in the house, saying "it's just the two of us, nothing to hide" as you smelled great. I tried my best, seeing as I accidentally made you my mate, but you did grab a random jar from the fridge, so I guess the blame is on both of us.
you had my face in your pussy, blaming me for making you so horny all the time, and it was my responsibility to help with the heat. I tried to sit down and watch movies and instead found you sitting on my lap, and grinding against my lap in hopes of getting maybe another round, even as your belly swelled ever more. Though, it swelled much faster then any normal pregnancy, but it had to be the orbs.
Orbs that were so grateful to be laid, though it took some effort, as I had to put my mouth down there to help with the laying, licking and sucking anything to make it come out easier, but maybe I took a little too long and had a billiard sized orb hit my face at a good velocity, but, at least I got to see you lay orb after orb, how many did I put in you, I think after a dozen I lost count. Giant white grown orbs, feeling like the fake eggs we got from that shop so long ago. And when it was all said and done, I went to go get something to wash up, but I felt my ear get pulled back, as you pointed out I owed you back pay for all the times I wouldn't fill you with another load of eggs
Well, seems I got to pay you back, with interest
