#meriad

"Thank you," you reply, tilting your head back when he stands up and towers above you. Your makeup is a bit smudged around your eyes as you blink up at him sleepily. "You are a good friend, Rome. I love you."

The man just smirks at your words, tucking you against his side to lead you into his room. He knows the drill by now. You go out with your co-workers, drink more than you can handle, and call him to take you home. He helps you, of course, while listening to you repeat how much you love him until you fall asleep.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he replies, opening the door of his room and leading you inside until you sit on the edge of his bed. Your posture is relaxed and tired. You don't even move a muscle when you feel him starting to take off your clothes.

"Arms up," he says, and when you do, he pulls up your top until it's on a chair nearby. It smells like your perfume, smoke, and alcohol.

"Do you want a shower?" Rome asks even though he already knows your answer.

"'m tired," you hum, letting your eyes close while you are still in a sitting position.

"Of course," the man chuckles.

While he searches for a shirt you can sleep in, he can't help but let his eyes wander on your almost bare body. Your tits fill the bra into a nice cleavage, and your panties match.

"Hold up your arms for a second, sweetheart," he says quietly, feeling a bit annoyed when the thin fabric hides your body from his dark gaze.

"You can lay down now," he adds, helping you onto his bed and tucking you in. By the time he straightens up, you are already asleep.

Rome has known you since he moved into the city. You met at a coffee shop where you worked after college. He knew you were the one him after a glance and a sniff in the air heavy with the scent of coffee and you. It was love at first sight, except you put him into a friend zone, and Rome never figured out how to get out of it without ruining your friendship. So he stayed in that damn zone, hoping that one day you will confess his love for him or he will grow some balls to tell you the truth. Pathetic really.

After making sure the lock of his entrance door is closed and putting a big glass of water next to you on the nightstand, he climbs onto the bed, trying to focus on anything else but your closeness. You are bundled up in the blanket so much he can barely see the top of your head, and your light snores are muffled by the thick fabric.

His brothers would laugh at him for sure. Their little brother can't get the girl, so he has to wake up next to her with blue balls. How funny. They would never let this go. Idiots. All of them.

He glances at you one last time. He is, too.

Sleep takes him after a while, but his dreams are heavy and troubled. When he wakes up, it's almost morning. The sun is still hiding behind the horizon, but it's there. He turns on his back and groans. His gums ache and burns, his mouth open to lift the pressure off his teeth. Sweat glistens on his heated body. His fingers dig into the mattress under him, feeling his claws wanting to grow out. And his cock. He closes his eyes tightly to keep a pained moan in his chest. It's hard and heavy between his thighs. His erection pulses with each breath he takes, and his underwear is already ruined by the precum soaking the black fabric.

"Fuck," he grunts, sitting up on the edge of the bed. He has a hard time making his tense muscles move. The wooden ground feels cold under him. His skin feels too tight and too itchy.

Rome circles his broad shoulders backward a few times before standing up to get to the kitchen for some water. And maybe he should go out for a run. Yes. Some fresh air would definitely do some good.

The man is almost at the door of his room when you turn on your back on the bed, still sleeping. His eyes rake over your body under the covers. He almost forgot you were there. He was so busy with his wolf wanting to come out he didn't even notice you until now. But now, he can't tear his gaze away from you. You are so peaceful and pretty. Your hair is a mess, and your makeup is smeared around your closed eyes even more than last night.

"Fuck," Rome groans again. You shouldn't be here. Not when his rut is approaching and the wolf in him claws on the inside of his mind to get out.

He should force himself to walk away and call an Uber for you. He should wake you up and make you leave. Or at least, he should force himself out of the room. You shouldn't be here so beautiful and soft while his cock throbs with the need to fill you up.

Images of you pliant and warm in his arms flood his mind. How would you feel under his hands? Under his tongue? Around his...

Rome stares at your chest for long seconds, watching you breathe. You are deep asleep. You always black out when you drink too much.

He steps closer.

His large hands curl into fists.

Another step to the bed.

He shouldn't.

"Fuck."

The change of his body comes naturally and quickly. His skeleton transforms into something more primal, with firm muscles and dark fur all over his skin. He grows taller and stronger. The ache in his body lessens, but his cock between his legs still bobs angrily with each step he takes to the bed to get closer to your sleeping form. His claws grip the blanket, pulling it down from the bed slowly and carefully. He drops it to the ground, keeping his eyes on your bare legs. His t-shirt barely hides your panties, and he can see your nipples harden at the sudden change of temperature.

For a second, his attention wanders up to your face. Your eyes are still closed, and your breath is even. The man climbs up on the bed. The mattress dips under his weight. He hovers above your sleeping form, almost frozen. You can wake up at any minute, and there is no way he can explain the situation without you freaking out.

But it's too little and too late.

Taking a deep breath, his hand moves to his aching cock, his long fingers curling around the thick shaft. A groan escapes his open mouth, his long tongue lick over his upper teeth. His eyes wander down on your body, pausing at your soft tits and hard nipples before falling to your covered mound. His grip tightens on his erection, precum leaking from the dark pink tip. He throbs in his own hand, urging him to do something.

He saw you like this several times since you know each other. You are comfortable showing some skin even though it drives him crazy under the surface. The memories almost make him angry. So many times, he imagined you under him, moaning and crying for him while you were totally unaware of his desires and demons.

Releasing his cock, he reaches out for you. His touch is gentle and warm on your knees, gliding up on the soft flesh of your thigh. When you open your legs, he almost jumps back and out of the bed. Rome snaps his eyes up to your face again. You are still asleep.

It's so wrong on so many levels.

Now, that your legs are open, he can see the slit of your pussy through the thin fabric. Drool drips down from his mouth at the plump sight.

Maybe it's enough, he tries to convince himself. Just jerking off on the view of your cunt is enough until you wake up and go home. You won't know anything about it, and life can go on as usual. It's a lie, and the beast in him knows it.

His hand is on you again, caressing your thigh before sliding up to your panties. It's soft under his touch but does nothing but annoy him. His thumb moves between your legs, feeling the heat of your pussy on his own skin. His heart beats in his throat as he watches. Your clit is under his thumb, drawing small circles on the bud.

Rome doesn't have to wait long to feel your arousal in the air. It's thick and heavy, making him and his cock drool some more.

"Fuck!" He groans. His snout fidgets as he takes deep breaths from your scent. "You smell so good."

He moves closer, slowly, tentatively. He lifts his weight onto his arms at the sides of your body. His eyes are on your face again, watching you sleep while his nose almost bumps against your mound. A low groan rumbles in his chest. You are so close. So delicious. His tongue rolls out of his mouth, licking through your center over the fabric covering it. You are wet. He licks over your slit until your panties are soaked with your juices and his saliva. It sticks to your plump pussy.

"Let's take it down," he hums, hooking his long fingers on the side of your panties to pull it down and reveal your most intimate part. Your cunt glistens under the street lights that filter into his bedroom through the window.

The wolf-shifter's world spins around him once, twice, three times as he leans closer again. His snout rubs against your clit, taking deep breaths of your heavy smell. He lost control over his own body a long time ago.

"So pretty," he murmurs. Saliva drips down onto your wet center as he hovers above you. The sight fills him with satisfaction. You will smell like him. You will be marked by him. "You have such a pretty pussy, sweetheart."

Almost bursting with anticipation, he slides his tongue between your folds, lapping up your juices. When he flicks your clit, you moan into the dark room, making him freeze for long seconds. The sound escaping your mouth is hoarse and oh, so delicious. Your smell gets stronger in the air, but you don't move.

"Just a little bit more," he whispers, almost begging. He slurps on your pussy hurriedly, trying to suffocate himself in your cunt. His tongue finds your entrance, pushing inside your hot channel. He can feel you fluttering around his tongue, sucking him in for more. His whole body trembles as his muscles tense. Every nerve in his body is focused on you. Your smell and taste drive him deeper and deeper to the point he can't back away.

His cock hangs heavy between his thighs, leaking. His balls feel too tight, and his hips start to rock back and forth every now and again to find some friction. The knot at the base of his shaft grows with each second he spends between your thighs, munching on your cunt.

Biting off his own claw, he turns his attention back to your empty hole. His tongue slides into you easily. You are pulsing and fluttering until he adds his finger to stretch you out some more. For a second, you tense up, moaning again before continuing to sleep. He almost laughs. He could fuck you. You wouldn't wake up.

He almost cums when you clench around him. He scoops up your nectar with his tongue, gulping to burn the memory of your taste in his mind. Your breathing gets heavier, and a small, barely noticeable tremble runs through your body as you reach your climax. With his free hand, Rome has to squeeze his cock to stop him from shooting his seed all over you and the bed.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groans, keeping his fingers in you, feeling your still squeezing walls. "Can you do that again? Could you cum on my cock, hm? Are you ready for it?"

It's madness.

He climbs above you, pushing your legs apart to have enough space for his slim waist between your thighs. His erection rubs against your folds, mixing his pre-cum and your juices together.

"God," he groans. "Fuck! So good, sweetheart. Your cunt is so warm. She wants me, love. She wants my cock inside. You know it, too."

Grabbing his erection, he adjusts the bulbous tip to your entrance before starting to push inside. He growls at the feeling of you enveloping him. You are warm and wet and perfect. His balls jerk and his knot pulses.

"That's it," he groans. "You are doing so good, sweetheart."

"Rome?" Your voice feels like cold water. His name on your lips is thick with sleep and confusion. "What? What are you doing?" Your question ends in a moan when he doesn't stop. He pushes his cock inside you entirely, stretching you out and filling you up.

"Shh, sweetheart," he grunts, panting. "It's okay."

"Rome?" Panic laces your voice. "Rome! Stop!"

"I can't," Rome replies, shaking his head, licking up on the side of your neck. Your palms seem small on his broad chest as you try to push him away while he still rocking back and forth inside you.

"Enough! Rome!"

"Shh," he tries to calm you again. His mind is dizzy with the feeling of you around him. Tight and warm, clenching with every movement you make. Your trashing under him almost breaks his cock off, but damn his whole life if he stops. "It's okay, love. Your pussy wants it."

"What? No! It's wrong!"

"No!" He growls. "It's not! I should have made you mine a long time ago!"

Despite your panic and anger, a moan escapes your lips when he thrusts inside you. Your pussy clenches around his shaft, soaking his erection. Rome reaches every sweet spot in you, driving you higher and higher.

"So good, sweetheart," he coos. His words fan over the side of your neck. "You feel it too, right? My cock stretches your tiny pussy. You squeeze on me so tight, I can barely move."

"Rome!" You moan his name, your fingers dig into the hard muscles of his shoulder. Your legs curl around his waist to keep him close. Pleasure flares through your body even though you know it's wrong.

"And you taste so good, love," he grunst into your neck. Your skin is wet from his drooling. "I ate your pussy while you slept," he admits. "I drank up your juices. You got wet so easily. Your pussy knew it was me."

They shouldn't, but his words fuel you more. Your hips move under him, meeting his thrust as your back arches from the bed.

"Rome! Please! Fuck!"

Seeing you so responsive wakes up something primal inside him. You want him, he thinks, shocked. You want his cock, his warm cum. His mark. He almost shouts with pain when he forces himself to kneel up and leave your warm channel.

"Turn around," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction. Grabbing your hips, he turns you on your stomach, tugging you into a kneeling position. Your ass rubs against his cock while he hovers above you and pushes your head down on the bed.

"Present yourself for me, sweetheart," he groans, rutting against your bottom. "Show me how much you want my cock like a good bitch."

"Rome," you cry his name, screaming when he enters into your pussy again. His hold is firm and hard on your hips as he keeps you in place against his pounding. He fucks your pussy with newfound vigor. Your juices flow down on your thighs, dripping onto the bed.

"Fuck!" Rome groans. "Your pussy is so good to me, sweetheart. She knows what she wants, and it's my cock. She wants me to fill her up and soak her with my seed."

His words clear your mind for a second. Your fingers grip onto the blanket under you. "Wait! Rome! Don't! I don't…!"

"It's okay, love," Rome groans, still fucking you. "You don't have to worry. I will take care of you and our pup. I will fuck your cunt until you are round with my child. I want to see your tits grow with milk and your stomach with our pup. Maybe I will always keep you pregnant and ripe."

Tears run down your cheek from pleasure and fear. Your body and your mind tell different things, and you can do nothing because of the spinning world around you. Your walls flutter around his cock, your stomach tightens into a burning coil.

"Take my knot, love," he demands. "Let me fuck my mate pregnant. Let me have this, love. Just open up your pussy for me, and I will do the rest."

There is no way you can fight against him. His hold on you is too strong and tight, while your limbs feel like jelly. He bullies your cock, filling you up to the brim.

Rome's whole world narrows down on your sweet hole as he forces his knot inside your wet pussy. Every nerve in his body bursts with pleasure when he is inside you fully, and he can't move without tugging and pushing you with the rhythm of his hips pounding your hole.

His growl shakes the walls as he cums inside you. He shoots into your hole several times until, even through the barrier of his knot, some still escapes your pussy.

"Ohgod!" You cry, shaking and jerking. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you reach your climax. You suck Rome for every drop of his cum he can give you. Your pussy aches and burns so deliciously that you can do nothing, but rock back against him for more. His chuckle is hoarse next to your ears when he notices what you are doing.

"It's 'kay, love," he hums, still keeping his weight on his arms. "My rut will keep me going for a while longer before I'm done with you."

"What?" You gasp, breathless. "We are not done?"

"Didn't you hear me?" He hums, pushing inside you more if it's even possible. "I won't stop until you are with my pup."

The shifter looms above you. His broad frame cages you against the bed. His gaze is sharp and calculating as he watches each twitch and flutter of your body. “You know what I want to hear,” he says, nuzzling his black nose behind your ear. "Just say it, Y/N," he urges you softly, amused. He shifts his hips forward, pressing them against your backside in a firm but teasing motion. "Just say what I want to hear, and you get what you want."

Your flushed skin is damp, glinting under the dim light with a thin layer of sweat. You are right in the middle of the bed, face buried in the tangled mess of sheets that reek of the scent of your mixed desires. Your arms strain, and your wrists sore from the firm hold of the robes binding them tightly to your ankles. Your back arches instinctively, hips raised in the air, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Your muscles stretch, and every shallow breath you take presses your chest further into the mattress.

"But-" Whatever you want to say dies on your tongue. Your words dissolve into a needy, pathetic whimper. "Rome-"

Your core clenches around his cock. Your cunt, swollen and overly sensitive, throbs and drools around his thick length. Your warm, slick walls flutter around him, pleading for the friction you so desperately need. He is soaked in your slickness, and you are covered in the mess of his cum. You can feel it drip down on your thighs, smearing all over your skin.

"Say it," he snarls above you. The rumble of his demand rolls across your spine, leaving you breathless. His chest presses against your back, the hard plates of his muscles following the arch of your back. "You pretty pussy is begging," he says. His breath is warm on the side of your face. "Give her what she wants." You can see his paw-like hand gripping onto the sheets, his fingers curl into the fabric as if wanting to tear it apart.

"I can't-" you cry out, sniffing. Every maddening grind of his hips pushes you deeper into your delirium. Your sight is blurry from the tears soaking your cheeks.

"Of course you can," Rome replies, keeping you stretched firmly around his cock. "Just say yes," he huffs. His muscles are taut from the force he keeps himself from pounding into you. "It would be so easy, Y/N," he coaxes. "Why are you punishing your pussy, huh? With your silly stubbornness." Straightening himself, the shifter pulls out of you, and you sniff again, louder as you try to follow him until his hands grab onto your hips, stopping you from moving. Without the warmth of his fur around you, you feel cold, shivering at the loss of him.

Rome started tormenting you when you laughed about his idea of you moving in with him. Carelessly, you said it would be too soon. Before you knew it, you were on your knees, wrists tied to your ankles. At first, you didn't worry about it. His tongue over your slick folds was too much to think about anything else. He ate you out like a starving man, feasting on your wetness until you were ready to fall over the edge, but then, he stopped. He replaced his mouth with his fingers. He stretched you out with one, two, three fingers while tapping over your clit, drawing small, teasing circles over the sensitive bud. When you still didn't budge, he positioned himself at your entrance, filling you up with his cock over and over again. During the last hour, he came inside you repeatedly, painting your quivering, aching insides with his seed until it started pooling onto the sheets between your spread legs.

At this point, your sensitive pussy is a mess of dripping arousal, and yet, he didn't let you cum even once. Every time you got close, he stopped, letting you fall back from the edge just to start it all over again.

You can feel the head of his cock gliding across your slit. Rome taps at your clit, watching your hip buck from the mix of pain and pleasure. Your arms tense as you try to get out of your restraints, but you don't even have enough strength to move more than an inch. A loud sniff rolls through your body, and for a second, Rome stops everything.

"You know your safeword, right?" The wolf asks quietly, watching every tremble of your body that can tell him that you are at your limits.

"It's red," you reply quietly.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "You know there is no out of this otherwise." His voice drops a few octaves as he presses his cock against your weeping pussy once again. He gathers his cum that escaped your used hole only to push it inside you again. He barely slips inside you, but he can already feel the tight ring of your muscles as you try to keep him there. "Say yes or say red, but there is no other option for you today."

For a long, tense second, none of you say anything. Rome waits for your reply while you try to gather at least one coherent thought under the thick fog of your mind. But there is nothing else for you to say, is there?

"Fine," you gasp. "Yes! I will move in with you! Please, Rome- Yesyesyes!"

The shifter slides inside you with one swift thrust of his hips, pushing out his own release in the process. You can feel his cum drip down across your slit as he starts to pound into you. His long fingers dig into the plush curve of your hips to keep you in place. His hold is bruisingly tight. His cock slams into your depth, balls slapping against your clit. The mixed sound of your hiccuping cries and his feral snarls fill the room, and the wooden frame of the bed thuds against the wall with each powerful buck of his hips.

"That's it," he growls above. "Let me give that pussy what she wants. Good girl."

With every stroke of his cock, you wheeze and moan as you feel your orgasm barreling down from the pit of your stomach. Your vision blurs, and the tight, burning knot in your stomach finally snaps, making you tense and then melt against the bed when the world falls apart around you. You clench around Rome's cock, throbbing and fluttering from the force of your climax washing over you in thick waves. The wet sound of him pushing inside you completely, only to plaster your walls with his seed one more time, rings in your ears. You can feel him pulsing and twitching, every warm spurt of his own release ripples across your spine. He pumps into you over and over again until there is nothing left, and your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion that takes over you within a few seconds.

"Now." You hear him humming under his breath. You feel his claws snapping the ropes around your tingling limbs as he adjusts you across the bed, massaging your sore muscles and caressing your heated skin. "Sleep while I pack your things."

"Rome-" your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, and no matter how much you fight it, you can't make yourself to open your eyes or say anything more.

"Need help?" his friend asks above him, standing a few inches away to catch the barbell if needed. He reaches out slightly but does nothing more without Hiro's permission.

"I'm fine," Hiro replies with a deep breath. His chest expands, and he spreads his legs a little to brace himself more securely. Sweat glistens on his temple and his hair clings to his forehead in damp strands.

After three more lifts, he pushes the weights higher with a low grunt to put the weights back on the rack. His muscles strain with the effort. The tension in his arms eases, and he lets his palms fall back onto his chest with a relieved sigh.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Hiro hums, nodding and trying to catch his breath. "Thanks."

When the man leaves to do his own thing, Hiro remains lying on the bench for a few seconds, letting the burn of his muscles gradually subside before pulling himself into a sitting position. He grabs his towel from the ground in the process, dabbing it over his face and neck to wipe away the sweat while stretching his neck to relax the tension in his body.

His gaze sweeps the room, checking to see if anyone is waiting for his spot. The gym is in full swing around him. It's loud and busy. It's no surprise that Hiro prefers coming here early in the morning when it's quieter and less crowded. However, his approaching rut makes it increasingly difficult for him to leave his home, crawling at the back of his mind.

The LED lights cast a vibrant glow across the space, gleaming on the rows of equipment. The treadmills, all new and shiny, hum steadily, their rhythmic whirring blending seamlessly with the clanking of weights being lifted and dropped nearby. The tall walls are covered with mirrors, doubling the brightness and amplifying the sense of space. People gaze intently at their own reflections, focusing on their forms and movements.

Hiro glances at his own reflection, too. He sits on the bench, hunched and breathing heavily. His shirt clings to his body like a second skin. Sweat glistens on his forehead, his hair is damp.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Hiro unlocks the screen to find a new message notification from Charm. Charm is a dating app designed to help humans and monsters connect with each other. Right now, it is supposed to help the wolf-shifter find a partner for his upcoming rut. So far, he hasn't had much success with it, though.

Most of his matches are either too horny or overly fixated on the idea of having sex with a wolf-shifter for a whole week. Their fetishizing is weird and concerning. On the other end of the spectrum, some matches seem to be looking for something far more than he is willing to give; dates, flowers, and constant text messages. It isn't what he's looking for right now. He isn't in search of a girlfriend; he just wants someone who can be his partner for a week, helping and having fun without being too perverted or too serious about it.

He taps on the small icon to open the message with a bit of frustration swelling in his chest. A large part of him has already given up on finding someone online. He read through countless profiles and chatted with numerous matches, but none of them met his needs. It's not like he has high expectations. Don't be a pervert, and don't imagine a family and a happily ever after a few texts. Why is it so hard? It shouldn't be.

The gym's noise fades into the background as he focuses on the screen, but whatever hope he had a moment ago vanishes quickly. The woman on the other end of the chat ghosted him once, almost two weeks ago.

His thumb hovers above the keyboard, undecided if he should write back or leave it as it is. A 'Hi' can't hurt, but to be honest, he is not in the mood to get to know her better. Or at least enough to spend a week with her. And what if she stops responding again? Wasted time and energy. With his approaching rut, he can't afford any of it.

"Hiro?" A soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

"Hm?" he hums, needing a second to get back to reality. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?" you ask with a gentle smile, still watching him worriedly.

"Oh," he gasps, jumping up from the bench. The wolf-shifter isn't sure how long he sat there, but it seems like it was enough time to make you concerned. "I'm fine."

"I can bring you some water if you need it," you offer, still not believing him.

"You are sweet." You really are. "But I'm fine. Thank you."

Your gaze rakes over the tall wolf-shifter once again for an entirely different reason than making sure he doesn't need your help. Your eyes linger on the width of his shoulders and the hard cords of his muscles underneath the white t-shirt he wears. The thin fabric clings to his body with sweat.

Of course, the wandering of your eyes doesn't escape Hiro's attention. A smug smirk pulls on the corner of his lips, but he tries to suppress it when you look up at his face again.

"Fine, then," you tell him. "You know where to find me if you need me."

-

With his rut around the corner, Hiro finds it more and more difficult to leave his home. The only reason he is willing to go to the gym is because his small apartment in the middle of Meriad doesn't give him enough space to drain the energy that buzzes under his skin, deep within his tense muscles. He needs something to do so he doesn't go insane, especially since his every attempt to find someone on Charm hits walls and barriers. Every suitable match lives far away from the city, or can't take time off from work. The others... well, the others are still too serious or too bizarre for his taste.

So his frustration just grows and grows with each passing failed match and chat that leads nowhere.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with going through a rut or heat without a partner, but it definitely makes it easier. The wolf-shifter wishes for something more than the solitude of his apartment and the company of his hand.

When Hiro visits the gym again late at night, he is already sweaty. A part of him wants to turn around and leave the moment he steps through the entrance, but he knows if he doesn't tire himself out, he will pace up and down in his flat all night.

The wide glass door barely falls shut, and your voice immediately reaches his ears.

"Hiro," you smile at him. Your lips glint with light pink lipstick. "It's good to see you."

"I didn't think you would be here," the wolf-shifter says, approaching the reception. Your presence is a pleasant surprise.

You shrug. "They pay double for nightshifts."

His gaze swipes over the gym behind you with silvery, gleaming equipment. The music is quiet, and he can see the matching video clip on the screen hanging from the wall at the back. The place is almost empty, with a few orcs at the weights, doing their own thing without a word.

As if you read his thoughts, you shrug again with a smile when he looks at you. "It's still early for our nightly members."

And you are right. The gym soon fills with humans and monsters who prefer doing their workout at night for whatever reason. The place gets loud with the familiar clangs and thuds of the weights with the treadmills' monotonous whirring in the background. It's busier than he thought it would but still better than the afternoon he came here a week ago. The wolf-shifter has enough space to be alone with his own thoughts and breathe the cool air of the air conditioner instead of the others' scent and sweat. With his rut so close, his senses are even sharper than usual. Hero's jaw clenches every now and again when the reflection of the lights in the mirror gets too much for his sensitive eyes.

He works for long hours, shifting from equipment to equipment until his limbs shake and his muscles burn. Sweat glistens on his skin, and his clothes cling to his body stubbornly.

"Hiro?" Your voice breaks through his concentration.

"Hm?" he exhales, looking at you while still running on the treadmill. The machine is loud, and his steps are louder.

"We are... closing soon," you tell him with a bit of guilt in your voice. "If you want to take a shower, I can wait for a while longer."

His eyes swipe over the place, surprised by the fact that only you and him are left in the gym. "Oh."

"Yeah," you nod, following his gaze over the rows of empty equipment. "You were busy all night."

And yet, after all these workouts, he still feels frustration and energy surging through his muscles, buzzing beneath his skin. His bones are aching, too.

His rut is close. Too close.

"It's better if I go, then," he stops the machine underneath him, jumping onto the ground easily. "I'm sorry if I caused you trouble."

You grin, shaking your head. "No trouble at all."

His eyes linger on the curve of your lips for a second before forcing his attention away from your face. You have pretty eyes, too. And you are always so kind and polite to everyone.

"I will be quick," he nods to the men's changing room.

"Take your time."

Turning his head left and right, stretching his neck to relax his muscles, he removes his clothes before stepping under the shower. Truth be told, being alone in the showers is much better than when the place is full of loud and sweaty males. Maybe he should do this more often, especially when you take the night shift. You are always so happy and helpful. The image of you flashes across his eyelids when he tilts his head back, letting the water wash over his face, feeling it flow through his hair and trickle down his back. You always wear tight jeans and an even tighter T-shirt with the gym's logo on it. The water cascades down his body, and each droplet follows the hard lines of his rigid muscles. His bones ache and throb, urging him to get rid of this maddening tension in his body.

The change happens quickly and silently. His body starts to tingle, punching a relieved sigh out of his expanding chest as the pleasant feeling ripples through his skin in waves. His muscles and bones grow, redefining his body entirely. His limbs lengthen, and his fingers and toes stretch into sharp claws. Soon, light gray fur covers his new body, soaked by the water still falling from the showerhead above. The transformation is natural and feels much better than working hours upon hours in the gym, fighting his urges.

Finally, his face changes into a muzzle, his ears twitch at the top of his head. His eyes glow with something new and feral, and his long, thick canines glint under the LED lights.

Hiro stands tall and powerful under the shower, his fur damp and his posture hunched so he doesn't hit his head on the ceiling. He can feel himself relax finally, his muscles losing their tension. A sense of freedom surges through him, thrill coursing in his veins.

Well, one problem is out of the way, but he can't avoid the other one much longer.

"Hiro?" The soft tilt of your voice sends shivers down his spine as you search for him at the lockers.

"I'm here," he grunts, still leaning against the wall while the stream massages his wide shoulders.

"Oh," you reply. "Well, you left your phone on the treadmill, I put it next to your bag."

"No!" He snaps, then changes his mind immediately. "I mean, thanks."

A few seconds of silence follow his words before you speak. "Are you okay in there?"

It's the middle of the night. You should be at home by now, and you are still so kind and patient.

Always so helpful.

Hiro's cock jerks at the thought.

"Ugh," he clears his throat. It sounds like a growl. "Can you come here?"

"Are you sure?" you ask back, unsure.

"Yeah," he replies. "I really need your help."

"Oh, okay."

By the time you reach the entrance of the showers, Hiro pushes himself away from the wall to face you. He can clearly see the change in your expression as your eyes fall on him. He fills the narrow stall with a heaving chest and bulging muscles. Your eyes wander down his wolf form, lingering here and there and stopping between his thick thighs. His cock is long and heavy, bobbing up and down with every breath he takes as he silently watches you, waiting for your reaction.

Your throat is tight when you break the silence. "Why do you need me?" You ask, forcing yourself to look up at his face. You can see his nose moving as he scents the air. Underneath the warm steam of the shower, he can smell you. You are sweet and light with a hint of spice he never felt before. It makes his cock throb, and he finds pride in how you gasp at the obvious twitch of his length.

"Come closer," he hums between his sharp teeth. He has to force himself to soften his voice to not frighten you. "I won't hurt you," he adds. "I promise."

The lipstick still glistens on your lips as your mouth opens to say something.

"Help me, Y/N," he continues. "I need your help, sweet girl. It hurts so much."

A smug half-smirk pulls on the corner of his large mouth when you make a few tentative steps towards him. Every fiber in him demands to grab you and have his way with your warm, pliant body. He doesn't lose his mind entirely, though. He has to be careful with you.

"Good girl," he hums with satisfaction when you get close enough so he can wrap his large hand around your arm. His claw grazes over your soft skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

"Hiro," you breathe out his name, but you are not even sure what you want to tell him. He is so close and so big. He towers over you easily, and he smells like musk and wet fur.

This close to him, the cascading water reaches you, too, soaking your clothes within a few seconds.

"I should have told you to get rid of these," he says without any regret in his voice. He tugs on the hem of your shirt before moving his hand up your upper body. His thumb rubs over one of your nipples, teasing the small bud through your t-shirt and bra. The air catches in your throat at the light feeling.

"Y/N," Hiro says your name, making you look up at him. His large canines are barely a few inches away from your face. "Always so sweet and helpful, aren't you?"

You nod, a bit confused. Of course, you are, why wouldn't you? You love your job, and it pays the bills.

Hiro smirks at your obliviousness. "Sweet girl," he says, cupping your jaw. You feel so small and delicate between his fingers. "Do you want to be a doll and help me then? Help poor Hiro out?"

Looking at the tall, powerful wolf, you have a lot of things in mind about him, but poor is not one of them. You nod anyway, and he grins.

"Good girl," he hums with approval as he leans closer to press a searing kiss against your lips. It's strange at first but not less arousing. It's more teeth and tongue than anything.

"Fuck, doll," he growls. "You taste so good." Saliva drips down his black, thin lips as he speaks. "I'm curious if you taste this good elsewhere too."

You forget how to breathe as you stare at him with shock.

The male chuckles. "Don't look at me like that, Y/N, it just makes me want to eat you more."

"Please," your plea punches out of your chest with a ragged inhale.

Hiro grins, showing you his sharp teeth in the process. "Take off your clothes, sweet girl, let me see all of you."

You have some difficulty with your clothes, they cling to your body like a second skin, but Hero does nothing to help you. He finds amusement in your struggle, making you tremble with a bit of embarrassment under his heavy gaze.

Your wet clothes land heavily on the ground, leaving you naked and vulnerable in front of him. His eyes rake over your body with hunger in his eyes while licking his chops.

"Just as I thought," he breaks the silence. "You are sweet in every way possible."

You can't help but smile at his praise. "Oh."

"Hm?" he asks. "Do you like it, sweet girl? Me praising you?"

You nod. Yeah, they definitely feel good, making your thighs rub together to give yourself some friction. Your pussy throbs with arousal ever since you first saw his cock jutting out from his body.

"Be a good girl and use your words."

"Yes."

"Good," he smirks. "Let me get your reward for always being a doll for me."

Before you can say anything, he is on his knees in front of you. He manhandles you easily, grabbing your thighs and pushing you against the wall. A high squeal escapes your lips when he lifts you up and adjusts your legs over his shoulders. Your nails scratch over the white tiles, but you can't find anything to grab onto. The only things keeping you upward are the wall behind you and the wolf breathing close to your exposed pussy.

"Hiro!" His name bursts out of you like a scream when he pushes his nuzzle against you. His nose nudges your clit, and his wide, wet tongue laps a warm path over your folds. He tastes you thoroughly, humming and grunting into your pussy. The vibration of his voice ripples through your spine, making your hips jerk and grind into his mouth.

Within a minute, you forget your position on his shoulders as your fingers rake over the soft fur at the top of his head. You pull on the roots, and the shifter growls and snarls while still feasting on your drenched pussy. He laps up your wetness, nudging your clit with every move of his large head.

The world spins around you over and over again as you hold onto the male between your legs. Every prod and lick of his tongue pushes you closer to the edge while your muscles turn to liquid, and you can do nothing but grind down on him, chasing your climax. Your moans echo off the shower walls, loud and high as Hiro eats you out. Your hesitancy is long forgotten since you can't make your brain work anymore. The only thing floating in your mind is the wolf-shifter's name and nothing else.

The air gets stuck in your lungs when Hiro's tongue finds your hole, pushing and teasing your entrance. The warm, wet muscle slips inside you easily at the same time you cry out his name again. The rough texture of his tongue rubs over your walls, reaching every spongy spot that sends you spiraling.

"Fuckfuckfuck," you pant with half-closed eyes. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, begging for more as you get closer to your high. Your muscles twitch and tense, and the burning coil bursts in your stomach with a searing sensation. It surges through your veins and turns your body limp and helpless. The sound of Hiro slurping up on your juices rings in your ears, almost drowned out by the rapid beat of your own heart.

You barely notice under the thick haze of your mind when Hiro puts you down and holds you close against his large body. Without his arms around you, you are sure you would collapse. His damp fur clings to your skin, and his musky, earthy scent fills your nostrils as you still gasp for air.

"Are you okay, doll?" he asks after a while, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You can barely understand him because of the growl escaping his chest the whole time. It reverberates in your bones, shivering and rattling.

You hum, not knowing how to form words.

"Are you ready for more?" he asks with a hint of impatience in his voice while his clawed hands move up and down on your back, caressing your bare skin to soften his words.

You can't blame him, though. His cock is hard and heavy between his thick, hairy thighs. It leaks with pre-cum and bobs with every small movement Hiro makes.

"I still need your help, sweetheart," he continues, nudging your head softly with his muzzle. His breath is warm at the side of your face. "And you are the only one who can help me."

Straightening your posture, you lean away from him a little, just enough to look at him and nod. You are here to help him, you remind yourself.

"What do you need me to do?"

Hiro doesn't need more.

"Good girl," he grunts. "My good girl."

Before you know it, you are kneeling on the ground, ass up in the air, with the wolf behind you. The white, wet tiles are warm under your cheeks and palms, with the shower still cascading down on your pair. A helpless sound escapes your parted lips at the sudden change of position, but you do nothing against it. Your senses are too busy with the feeling of Hiro shifting closer until you can feel his fur against your bare skin and his erection on your pussy, sliding across your puffy folds. He is thick and heavy, and your body tenses for several seconds.

"Hiro-" you want to say, but the shifter just pats your hips.

"It's okay," he grunts. "Just take a deep breath, doll."

Deep breath, you think. It seems impossible.

How could you do anything when you can feel him moving behind you and soon, the blunt tip of his cock prods at your entrance.

"S-slow," you gasp with your heart beating in your throat.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he hums mindlessly, too busy groping the flesh of your ass to really pay attention to your words.

The press of the head of his cock at your entrance punches a high, mewling sound out of your chest. By the time he forces the first few inches inside you, you are breathless and delirious. Pain and pleasure throb in your lower body, but you do nothing to stop him. You don't want him to stop. Your drenched pussy stretches and tenses around his thick cock, and your legs go numb as you keep your position in front of him. He rocks in and out of you, going deeper into you every time without giving you at least a moment to get used to his size. With a slack jaw and half-closed eyes, you tremble around him while spreading your legs even more in hopes of making your job easier.

It does nothing, though.

"Fuck," the male moans behind you breathlessly, watching his thick length disappear into your wet, tight channel. You hug around his cock like a glove, milking him with every shiver of your overwhelmed body.

"Just like that," he snarls. "So good. You are helping me so much, doll."

His approaching orgasm blurs his vision every now and again, and he needs to bite onto his tongue to keep himself going for a while longer. Cumming so soon would be embarrassing for him, even though the knot at the base of his cock is already swollen.

"Really?" You pant. The hope in your voice that you are doing a good job is humiliating, but none of you care about it.

"Yes," he snarls, grabbing your hips bruisingly tight to pull you against his groin. A high, mewling sound escapes your lips, and your back arches at the sudden, invading feeling. Your tits press against the tiles, and your fingers are sore from the force you try to grip onto the smooth, hard surface.

A surprised, airy gasp wheezes out of your lips when he starts fucking into you roughly, grinding his cock deeper and deeper into your clenching hole. Every drag and press of his erection ripples through your nerves, making your muscles twitch and jerk while you try to keep yourself in position in front of the shifter. He pushes you beyond your limits with every ruthless thrust while you wail and sob, with your vision blurring at the overwhelming sensation. Every time his knot presses against your entrance, you tense and forget how to breathe, but Hiro doesn't try to force more into you, and it's probably a good decision. Even though the gym is closed, you still don't want to get tied together with him in the showers.

His orgasm almost pushes the ground out from under him, making him lean above you while still squeezing your hips in his large, paw-like hands. He empties himself inside you with a feral snarl while you sob and shake, with your own climax rocking through your body. Your blood turns to molten lava as your vision blurs while you cry like a wounded animal with his cock pulsing inside of your clenching pussy. You feel every rope of his cum, and your walls milk him for more.

"That's it," the wolf growls, grinding his hips against your ass roughly and convulsively. His spine is rigid, and his face is contorted into a threatening snarl.

For a long moment, he holds you tight with your greedy cunt squeezing his spent cock while his seed drips down between your legs and washes away into the drain under the water, still cascading down on your bodies.

When he lets you go, you spread out on the floor while Hiro leans against the wall with his cock softening between his thick, hairy thighs.

"How are you?" Your barely audible question surprises him. "Did I help?"

A light, gentle smile pulls on his lips as his head clears up a little. "Yeah, sweetheart," he replies. "You did."

"Good," you hum, already half-asleep.

"Come on," he says, scooping you up in his arms when he wins back his strength and the control over his body. "I can't let you stay here."

"Where are we going?" you ask him, resting your face on his chest. His fur is soaked under your skin.

"Home," Hero replies. "I need more of your help, doll."

You were big. Tall and muscular, with a determined frown etched between your brows. Your lips were pressed into a firm line as you stared at yourself in the mirror, adjusting and correcting your stance until it was perfect. Then, you lifted the barbell high above your head, your legs shifting slightly wider before sinking into a deep squat. You kept the position for several seconds, focusing on your breathing before pushing yourself back up. Every muscle tightened and flexed beneath your sweat-slicked skin. The gym lights above caught on the thin sheen, highlighting every movement of your body. And Kurz's eyes drank in the sight like a man starved. His gaze trailed hungrily from the thick curve of your bicep to the bulging muscle between your shoulder and neck, before drifting lower, locking onto the back of your sports bra with a dark, damp patch of sweat in the middle. His fingertips tingled with the need to trace every hard ridge and defined line beneath his touch. The urge to feel the way your muscles moved under his hand was almost unbearable. His gaze flicked to the wall, catching the sharp definition of your abs, but even the mirror felt like a barrier, so his eyes snapped right back to you. And then lower. He almost choked on a growl at the view of your ass, perfect to sink his tusks into the firm, round globes. And while he stared at your thighs, all he could see was himself between them, buried deep, as they clenched tighter and tighter around his neck.

"My friend," his friend behind him grunted, dragging the orc back to reality with a heavy pat on the shoulder. "Wrong place to get a hard-on right now."

The words nearly drowned beneath the music of the gym speakers and the clatter of weights, but they still landed like a blow. Worse, because at that exact moment, your eyes flickered toward him through the mirror.

And you smirked.

It was just a small curve, barely noticeable, yet it held all your awareness of his reaction and all of his mortification wrapped up in that one, damning line.

So, Kurz would love to lie about his crush on you because the moment ended with your eyes flickering downward, settling on the obvious bulge straining against his loose pants, but there is no going back now.

He is fucked.

Weeks go by with Kurz only staring at you from a distance, watching and admiring. (Obsessing, if he wants to be honest with himself.) But instead of looking creeped out, you seem… satisfied. Maybe even pleased. Every time you catch his lingering gaze, your back straightens, and your chest expands as if basking in his attention. And Kurz? He has no idea how to feel about it. Every day he sees you at the gym without introducing himself is a day wasted. And with each passing day, the idea of actually talking to you becomes more daunting. More embarrassing.

"Come on, man," his friend says one day. "Just ask her out. What’s the worst that can happen?"

At that, Kurz's mind starts to spiral with all the terrible outcomes, but deep down, he knows none of that would happen. You don’t seem the type. Sure, there is a permanent frown settled between your brows, but when you are with your friends or when he catches you laughing with someone, your whole face lights up. Your smile is soft and genuine. It's a smile he would like to feel on his lips.

After a long, silent second, his friend exhales. "Okay. But what’s the best thing that can happen?"

The orc's thoughts wander to your thighs. He stared at them enough times to know all the hard lines and that one soft spot just beneath your-

"Fine."

But despite his conversation with his friend, Kurz doesn’t act on it right away. He still needs a few more days and a calmer night at the gym to approach you just when you are lying back on the bench, fingers curling around the barbell. The metal glints coldly under the harsh overhead lights.

"Do you need a spotter?"

You don’t look surprised when your eyes flick up to him. He stands just far enough so his presence doesn't dominate or cage you in.

"Sure," you say, giving him the green light while your grip shifts on the bar.

A few seconds pass in silence before he finally speaks again. "Name is Kurz." His voice is steady and controlled, but his eyes crave to wander, to drink in the way your body moves, the subtle tremors and flexes of your muscles under the weight.

"Y/N," you reply with an exhale, then a teasing glint flickers in your gaze as you add. "Thought you would never come over."

"Yeah," he lets out an embarrassed, quiet laugh. "Didn't know what you would say."

You arch a brow, lifting the weights with another steady, measured breath. "What to say about what?"

Kurz licks his lips, glancing briefly into your eyes before his focus shifts back to the strain of your arms, the way your biceps tighten with effort.

"About me asking you out for a drink."

A beat of silence.

"When?"

Today. Right now. "Tomorrow? There is a bar nearby."

You lower the bar onto the rack, sitting up without his help. "Yeah. I know the place."

And just like that, it's set.

Kurz is already there, waiting in front of the bar when you arrive just in time. He notices you the second you step around the corner. Hard not to. You tower over most people, and his gaze locks onto you instantly, drawn in like a magnet. You are wearing a black, sleek piece that barely reaches the middle of your thighs. The fabric is snug around your body, highlighting every hard-earned muscle and soft curve. His eyes linger on your broad shoulders, drinking in the sight. And he is not the only one looking. Heads turn your way, some people stare in surprise while others in open admiration. (Not as much admiration as him, though.)

"Hey," you greet him with a smile, and just like that, Kurz’s night seems brighter.

"Hey," he grins, already reaching for the door to hold it open for you. "You look beautiful."

The bar is busy, but you two find a quieter corner, drinks in hand. Hours slip by unnoticed. What starts as gym talk and diets shifts into something more personal. Your laughter and teasing remarks drown out every other noise of the place. By the time the orc realizes, you are sitting much closer. Your thigh presses against his, denim meeting bare skin. You lean in just enough so you can hear every word he says, and the scent of your lotion, something light he can’t quite place, fills his lungs, burning itself into his memory.

"Hey, guys," one of the staff calls from another table, rag in hand. "We’re closing soon."

Both of you straighten, startled as if just waking from a trance. Around you, the others are gathering their things too, getting ready to leave.

The night air is cool when you step outside. Kurz glances at you, noting the way the breeze plays along your skin. "Won’t you be cold?" he asks, but he is already moving before you can answer, shrugging off his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders.

You smile, adjusting the heavy fabric on yourself. "Thanks." Then, after a small pause, you add: "I live nearby. If you have nothing better to do."

That glint in your eyes tells him you already know the answer, so he doesn't even play around: "I couldn’t think of anything better."

The door of your apartment barely has time to shut before Kurz feels your palm press against the center of his chest. You push him back against the wood, closing the space between you in a heartbeat. Then, your lips are on his, searing and impatient. The orc exhales a sharp huff at the sudden contact, but his large hands find their way to your hips anyway. He holds you steady, tilting your head just enough to deepen the kiss, to take everything you are offering, and give it right back. His tusks scrape against your lips, and his tongue tangles hungrily with yours while drinking in every soft, muffled sound you make. Meanwhile, his hands move on their own accord. First, he grabs the firm swell of your ass, then, he slides lower. His fingers press against the back of your thighs before hauling you up, lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing.

You gasp into his mouth, and he swallows it down eagerly.

"Where's your bedroom?" Kurz grunts, his words brushing against your lips.

"On the right," you manage. "The door is open."

The orc doesn't stop kissing you, letting his teeth and tongue claim every inch he can reach while he strides across your apartment. His fingers knead at your thighs, groaning every time he touches a new part of you while you hold onto him until you can feel the bed beneath.

Kurz's mouth moves across your jaw, dips down under your ear, and traces the rapid beating of your pulse. Then, he finds your collarbone next, following the defined line with slow, exploring kisses.

"Kurz-" His name leaves your lips like a half-plea, half-command. Your fingers curl into his hair, freeing the dark strands for your grip from the already loose tie at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah?" he rasps, though he doesn’t stop, and you don't answer. You can't. You get too caught up in watching his large hands reach for the front of your dress. His thick fingers tug at the fabric, dragging it down inch by inch.

"You are beautiful," he grunts, darkened eyes trailing across your bare upper body.

Your breasts, small, firm globes, fit perfectly in his large palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples before continuing their way down your body. Your muscles flex under his hands, and the orc can't help but groan at the feel of your strength beneath the softness of your skin. Soon, his lips follow the path his hands create, paying extra attention to the hardened peaks of your nipples, circling, licking, sucking until your breath hitches. Then, he goes lower until your dress stops his journey.

He lifts his gaze to yours, just in time to see the way your chest rises with a slow, trembling breath, your lips swollen from his kisses, parted in anticipation.

"Can I continue?" he asks, though, his fingers are already hooked into the fabric, and not even a second later, the dress falls to the ground after you nod.

"Fuck!" The orc almost chokes at the sight of the black lace covering the soft triangle between your legs.

You smirk up at him. "Do you like it?" You shift slightly, flexing your thighs just enough for the muscles to draw into sharp relief. Strong. Perfect. Luring him in like a moth to a flame.

Kurz swallows, then swallows again, his hands already gripping your flesh, thumbs brushing over the firm muscles with awe. "Beautiful," he mutters. There is a faint memory of him saying the same thing minutes ago, but his brain has long stopped functioning enough to form anything else.

"Come here," you tell him, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

So his journey down to your body starts again.

He kisses and tastes every part of you he can reach, dragging his tongue over your heated skin, tracing every line and dip of your body. His tusks graze along your ribs, his lips mapping the valleys between each muscle. He nips at your hips and soothes the bites with slow, lingering kisses.

By the time he reaches the last piece of fabric between you, he doesn’t need to ask permission.

Your thighs spread for him.

Your hips lift.

And Kurz growls, hooking his fingers into the lace, getting rid of the last barrier between the two of you.

The orc settles between your thighs like he belongs there, and in his mind, he does. His large hands spread over your thighs, fingers pressing and kneading, learning every hard ridge and firm curve. His head dips, lips tracing the inside of your thigh, dragging closer and closer- He lingers, nipping at the sensitive flesh, his tusks grazing against you, making you shudder.

He inhales deeply and exhales shakily. "You smell so fucking good."

And then, finally, his mouth finds you.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow, savoring. His groan vibrates straight to your core while his hands tighten on your legs, gripping you like he is afraid you will disappear. His tongue drags another slow stroke across your wet slit, making you arch toward him with a moan as he works you open. His tusks press against you, his tongue lapping up every drop of slickness he can get. He moans like he is the one being pleasured, lost in the taste of you and the feeling of you squeezing around his head. Your thighs twitch. It's just a second, but still more than enough to make his erection throb against the zipper of his jeans. His hips grind down on the bed without his noticing, searching for anything that can sedate his growing need.

"Fuck," he growls. "Do that again."

And you do.

Your thighs flex around his head, trapping him there, and Kurz moans like a man possessed. His fingers dig into your flesh as he devours you like a feast meant only for him. His tongue works on your pussy, swirling and teasing. He sucks your clit into his mouth, hands never stop moving, worshiping the power in your legs, the strength beneath his fingers. He squeezes, kneads, thumbs tracing every flex and release, holding you open so he can lick deeper, taste more.

"So strong," he mutters against your folds. "Fucking perfect."

One of his hands slides lower, thick fingers teasing at your entrance, gathering your wetness before sliding inside. Your hips roll, your thighs still caging him in, but the orc doesn't stop. If anything, he doubles down, sucking harder, his fingers curling just right.

And even when your thighs clench around him, locking him in place as your body tightens, trembles, and finally comes undone, he doesn't let up. He laps at you, easing you through your orgasm until there is nothing left of it but your wheezing and trembling. When he finally pulls back, his face is flushed, lips slick, and pupils blown wide as he looks up at you.

"You okay?" His voice is hoarse, and when you only nod, he squeezes your thigh, feeling himself twitch in his pants at the feeling. "I need words, love."

"I'm fine," you wheeze.

"Do you want to continue?" Gods, Kurz hopes you do.

"Yeah."

"Then turn around, love," he says, patting your thigh. "Ass up."

You move without hesitation, shifting onto your hands and knees, and Kurz has to close his eyes for a second, clenching his fists to force some semblance of control over himself.

When he opens them again, his breath catches in his throat.

Fuck.

The sight of you like this wrecks him; sprawled out in front of him, back arched, strong thighs bracing against the mattress, and that perfect ass in the air makes something primal surge inside him. He drags a hand down his face as if that will help keep him from losing his mind.

While you settle into position, he makes quick work of his own clothes, shoving them down and off with no care. They drop onto the floor next to your dress, forgotten the second his cock is free. One of his hands wraps around his aching shaft, and he groans at the relief of finally touching himself. He is hard, throbbing, and leaking as he gives himself a slow stroke, eyes locked onto the way you shift on the bed, adjusting yourself. His other hand smooths over the curve of your ass, feeling the warmth of your skin, the way the firm muscle tenses under his palm. His grip tightens, squeezing, kneading, worshipping.

"Fuck, love," he breathes, almost pained. "Look at you."

His thumb drags up, tracing the dip of your waist and following the curve to the straight line of your spine. His fingers spread out, roaming across your back, mapping every muscle and their careful work as you lie beneath him.

Gods, he could touch you for hours. Worship you with his hands and mouth, devouring every inch of you like you deserve.

His touch glides back down along the defined curves of your back, memorizing the way your body feels beneath his hands. His palms settle at the dip of your waist again, then lower, smoothing over the firm curve of your ass, kneading, savoring.

"You don’t even know," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His grip tightens as he exhales a shuddering breath. "How fucking perfect you are."

He leans down, tusks grazing against your shoulder blade, lips trailing a slow, open-mouthed kiss down your back, tasting the salt of your skin, feeling the way you shiver beneath his touch.

You tilt your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder, a slow, knowing grin curving your lips. “Oh, I know,” you tease. Your voice drips with confidence, and fuck, if it doesn't make him throb for you even more.

Kurz’s breath stutters, his amusement dying in his throat the moment you push back, your firm ass pressing against him, the thick length of his cock slipping between the taut globes.

"Fuck, love," he rasps, his grip tightening, hands roaming over your waist and up your back. He traces the craved line of muscles beneath your skin like he is exploring something sacred. He watches, mesmerized by the way your body flexes, the way your muscles shift beneath his hands. His tusks graze the curve of your shoulder as he leans down. He rolls his hips forward, letting his cock glide against you, dragging his pre-cum over your skin with a groan.

One of his hands slides down, slipping between your thighs, fingers pressing into the heat of you. His chest rumbles when he finds you soaked, dripping onto his hand.

"Shit, love," he groans, his cock twitching. "You’re fuckin’ drenched."

You hum, arching your back, pressing into his touch. "Then what are you waiting for?"

That’s all it takes.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he grips your hips and aligns himself, dragging the thick head of his cock through your wetness, savoring the way you tremble beneath him. He presses forward, slow at first, watching as you stretch around him.

"Shit," he grits out, his fingers flexing against your skin. "So tight, love."

Your sharp inhale turns into a moan, and Kurz has never heard anything prettier in his life. He sinks in deeper, grunting at the way you open for him, taking him in.

"Gods, you feel so damn good," Kurz murmurs, his voice thick with hunger. His broad hands mold to the firm curve of your ass, fingers pressing into the flesh as if committing the shape to memory. He spreads you apart, just enough to drink in the sight of where you're joined, where his thick length disappears into your soaked heat.

A deep, shuddering breath leaves him, his thumb dragging along the sensitive skin above, just barely teasing the untouched entrance. "You ever played with yourself here?"

Your breath stutters at the sudden, delicate pressure. Your body reacts instinctively, hips jerking, pushing forward in a fleeting retreat before rolling back, sinking onto his cock, and drawing a groan from deep in his chest.

"No," you admit.

Kurz grins, his tusks flashing as he leans over you, his body covering yours in heat and strength. His lips brush against your shoulder, dragging along your sweat-damp skin before he nips at you.

His voice is a promise against your ear. "Then maybe next time," he rumbles, and the thought lingers between you, electric and unspoken.

His hands slide from your ass to your hips, gripping tightly, fingers digging into your muscles as he pulls you back onto him, his hips rolling forward in a slow, controlled motion. He groans as he bottoms out, his forehead dropping briefly between your shoulder blades as if overwhelmed by the sensation of you wrapped so perfectly around him. "Shit, love," he breathes.

Then, slowly, he pulls back, dragging himself free inch by inch until only the thick head of his cock remains inside you. He watches, entranced, as your pussy clenches, slick and desperate.

"Fuckin’ perfect," he growls before slamming back into you, the force driving you forward on the mattress.

A sharp moan rips from your throat, but he catches it, one large hand splaying across your lower back, keeping you in place as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust is deep and deliberate, filling you over and over with a raw intensity that has heat coiling low in your stomach. The sounds of skin meeting skin, the wet noises of him driving into you, fill the room, but it's the way Kurz worships you that sends you spiraling. He finds your spine, your shoulders, your neck, dragging and biting, leaving evidence of his hunger behind.

"You take me so damn well," he groans. "Look at you, so strong, so fuckin' beautiful."

Your hands fist into the sheets as you push back against him, rolling your hips to meet every thrust. His praises and raw admiration send a fresh wave of heat straight to your fluttering pussy.

"Shit, love-" Kurz's rhythm stutters for a second before he growls low in his throat. "You keep squeezin' me like that-"

One of his hands abandons your hip, sliding forward, calloused fingers slipping between your legs to find your aching clit. He strokes you in time with his thrusts, pressing and circling, coaxing you closer and closer to that sharp edge.

"You gonna come for me, love? Wanna feel you come around me, wanna hear it."

The next second, your body tightens, and a breathy moan breaks from your lips as the coil inside you snaps. Your release crashes over you in waves as you tremble beneath him.

The way you pulse around his cock drags a ragged groan from his chest, his thrusts growing erratic. "Fuck-" Kurz grips your hips, slamming deep one last time before he follows you over the edge, burying himself inside you as he spills with a guttural growl.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breaths, the lingering tremors in your bodies keeping you locked together. Kurz leans over you, pressing a lazy, open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck, his tusks dragging lightly over your skin.

Heat surges to your cheeks, and you quickly obey, squeezing your eyes shut. "This… this is just part of the session, right?"

"Of course," Nara replies with faux innocence as her fingers trace a deliberate path down your spine, halting just above your lower back. "Unless you’re uncomfortable?"

"N-no, it’s fine," you stammer. The words tumble out of your dry lips in a rush.

Her overwhelming presence has you rooted in place. The heat of her touch and the lavender scent that clings to her pale purple skin overwhelm your senses in the best and most flustering way possible.

"Good." She continues to knead your muscles with just enough pressure to make you shiver. "You’re loosening up already. That’s better, isn’t it?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, but the woman only chuckles at your obvious struggle. Her lips curl into a smile you can almost feel even though you can't see, and your lashes flutter as you fight to keep your eyes closed.

"Adorable," she muses, amused. Her fingers find a knot near your neck, and she presses just hard enough to make you bite your lip. "I think this might be your problem. You are overthinking everything."

"I-I’m trying," you whisper. The words are barely audible over the thundering of your heartbeat.

"Mm, I can tell," Nara says. "Let’s try one more pose. You can open your eyes now."

As you blink your eyes open, your gaze instinctively seeks out the mirror in front of you. The room’s soft, amber glow highlights Nara’s figure beside you. Her black outfit clings to her like a second skin, highlighting the gentle curves of her body and the soft shimmer of her pastel shade. Your attention drifts to the elegant dip of her collarbone, but it doesn’t linger there for long. Her eyes meet yours in the mirror, and the playful glint in her eyes sparks a fresh wave of heat through your chest.

"Kneel down," she instructs.

She holds your gaze, unyielding, as you lower yourself onto the mat. Her piercing eyes seem to strip away any hesitation you might have had, leaving you vulnerable and exposed under her intense scrutiny.

"Relax your muscles and reach out in front of you," Nara continues. "It’s called the child pose."

You comply, leaning forward until your body stretches along the mat, but the moment your palms press against the floor, Nara’s presence is on you again. Her hands glide across your back, warm and firm, smoothing over your shoulder blades and tracing the line of your spine. Each movement is deliberate and lingering in ways that make your breath hitch.

Then, you feel her shift behind you. The soft rustle of fabric and the quiet scrape of knees against the mat make your pulse race. Her knees brush against your sides as she settles close. The warmth of her body seeps into you.

"You are still so tense, Y/N," she muses. Her fingertips trail down your sides, light and teasing, sending a ripple of heat through you that pools low in your stomach.

"I-I’m just not used to this," you admit breathily.

"It’s okay." Her hands slide lower, resting on your hips as her thumbs press into the soft curve. Every press and every glide of her fingers feels intentional, like she’s savoring the reactions she draws from you. "You’re here to learn," she says in an almost hypnotic tone. "And I’m here to help you… let go."

Your thighs clench involuntarily, and you bite your lip, trying desperately to mask your body’s betrayal, but you know it’s futile, and the deep chuckle that escapes Nara's lips only confirms it.

Her hands tighten slightly, guiding your hips down and your body deeper into the stretch. The pressure is firm yet gentle, and the way her thumbs circle on your skin sends jolts along your nerves.

"See? That’s better already." Her tone is a blend of approval and amusement. "Doesn’t that feel good?"

"Y-yeah." Your voice breaks as the tension in your body melts under his touch only to be replaced by a growing, undeniable heat.

"Mm, I thought so." Her hands glide upward, fingers skimming along your ribs before she pulls away completely. The sudden absence of her touch leaves you breathless. The cool air is a stark contrast to the warmth she’d left behind. “You’re making progress, let's try another stretch.”

The air you let out is ragged and betrays the tightness in your chest. "Okay."

"Sit up and lean back against me."

"Okay." Your reply barely escapes your lips as you follow her gentle guidance. Your body moves almost instinctively, settling back against her chest. Your skin practically hums with the heat of her touch.

When you glance up at the mirror, the sight steals the little breath you have left. You’re kneeling on the mat, your thighs spread just enough to feel exposed, with Nara’s legs bracketing yours. Her arms are wrapped around you, pulling you closer as her hands slip beneath your arms, resting lightly against your torso. Her chin hovers near your shoulder, lips dangerously close to your ear, her breath warm and teasing. Her eyes are fixed on you, dark and dangerous with something that makes your heart skip several beats until you gasp for air.

"So shy," Nara teases. Her breath brushes against your skin, setting it aflame.

Her hands begin their slow journey again, sliding up your sides. Each movement is drawn out and deliberate. Your body trembles at the teasing contact.

"I told you," Nara continues. Her voice dips into a sultry, seductive tone that twists your stomach in knots. "It’s all about letting go. Trusting me to take care of you." Her lips curl into a playful smirk, one you can see in the mirror. The mischievous curve promises far more than you are prepared for, leaving you caught between nervousness and exhilaration. "So, Y/N," she whispers, "do you trust me to take care of you?"

The question hangs in the air like an unspoken challenge. Its weight settles heavily in your chest, and you don't know how could you say anything else than yes. The word slips out barely audible as you lick your dry lips.

Nara's eyes gleam with satisfaction, her gaze intense and knowing, as if she already has you exactly where she wants you. And she probably has.

Her touch resting on your sides begins to move again, her palms slide forward, her fingers splaying across your torso until she can cup your breasts. The air leaves your mouth in a loud woosh, making the woman grin into the crook of your neck.

"Good," she hums. Her cheek brushes against yours as she leans closer, her gaze never leaving the reflection of you in the mirror, studying every tiny movement, every slight shift of your body. "You are doing so well," she praises softly.

Her touch is light, but there’s a firmness to it, a precision in the way her hands coax every last ounce of tension from you. "But I think you can let go even more, don’t you?" Her words send a thrill through you, and though you are too breathless to respond, the way you lean into her touch speaks volumes.

The heat radiates off your flushed skin as Nara's grin deepens, her voice dripping with playful authority. "Good girl," she purrs.

Her palms knead your breasts through the stretchy fabric of your sports bra. Her thumbs brush over your hardening nipples in lazy circles. Your lips part with a barely audible squeak as the sensation sends a shockwave through you.

In the mirror, her confident smile seems to glow as her lips ghost teasingly along the curve of your neck. "Let’s make you a bit more comfortable." Her fingers slip beneath the edge of your bra, and with a teasing tug, she pulls the fabric upward, letting your breasts spill free under the dim light of the studio. "So pretty," she muses. "And soft."

The warmth of her bare hands against your sensitive skin is electrifying, and you shiver as her fingers move with precision; kneading, rubbing, and teasing. Her touch, without the barrier of clothing, sends sparks dancing across your nerves, making it nearly impossible to keep still. Nara watches the scene with satisfaction while you melt against her even more.

"But you are still not relaxed enough," she chides with a hint of teasing.

"I’m sorry?"

"Don’t worry," she reassures you with a grin that’s equal parts wicked and comforting. "Let me help you."

"Please," you whisper. The soft plea slips out before you can stop it.

Your eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching the reflection of her hand as it glides downward along your torso. Her movements are slow, deliberate, and utterly hypnotic. Her fingers brush over your stomach until they rest at the band of your yoga pants.

"I’ll make sure you’re completely relaxed and happy by the time we’re done," she promises with dark intent in her sultry voice. "Just be a good girl and stay still. Can you do that for me, Y/N?" She coos.

You nod, your breath catching. "Yes."

"Good," she purrs. "Focus on your breathing."

As if you could focus on anything but her palm on your tit, fingers tugging on your nipple, and her other hand slipping beneath the waistband of your clothes. Her touch feels cool against your heated skin, and when they slide between your thighs, the sudden contact makes you jump. You want to close your legs, but your position makes it difficult.

"A-ah," she hums, her grin widening. "Stay still, sweetheart." Her fingers glide along your folds, collecting the slick evidence of your arousal.

Each movement of her fingers draws you deeper under her spell, and the heat pooling in your core is maddening.

"That’s it," she coos, her lips brushing against your ear. "You are doing so well. Just let me take care of everything."

Her fingers work in languid strokes, each one coaxing a soft gasp from your lips. The mirror reflects every flicker of emotion on your face as her hand moves in your pants. Nara watches you intently, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she takes in every quiver of your body under her touch.

"You are so responsive," she whispers. "I love how you react to me, Y/N."

Her fingers glide in deeper, teasing along your folds while her thumb circles your clit, pressing down on it just enough to lure a desperate whimper from you.

"There it is." Her grin widens. "That sweet little sound I wanted to hear."

"Nara," you breath out her name. Your head tilts back to rest on her shoulder.

"Still so shy," she teases, her tongue flicking lightly against your earlobe before her teeth nip at the sensitive skin. "But you are letting go, aren’t you? Little by little."

"Y-yes." Your reply bursts out of your lips like a high squeak as she pinches your nipple when you don't react fast enough.

"Good girl," she purrs. "Just keep focusing on me. On how good I’m making you feel."

Slowly and carefully, her hand on your pussy slips lower until her fingertip prods at your soaked entrance, and your eyes almost fall shut as she stretches you out. It's a slight burn, yet it rushes through your veins, and you can feel your walls clench around her digits.

“You’re so fucking wet,” she says. "You are doing great, Y/N. Just relax."

Her fingers quicken their pace, the rhythm steady and unrelenting as they stroke over your most sensitive spots. Your breathing becomes shallow and uneven as the heat inside you builds to an unbearable peak.

"That’s it," she coaxes, twisting his finger inside you, making you moan into the quiet room that is only disturbed by the wet sound of her moving in and out of your clenching hole. "Let go for me, sweetheart. Let me see you come undone."

It's almost embarrassing how easily her words tip you over the edge. Your body trembles as your orgasm washes over you, crashing and spinning the world around you. A cry escapes your lips, raw and unguarded, and Nara’s hand on your breast tightens just enough to ground you as you ride out the sensation. Your hips move on their own, riding his delicate fingers still pumping inside your pulsating walls.

"Good girl," Nara hums into your neck, kissing the sweaty skin here and there as you slowly calm down, melting into her arms once again. "You did so well."

For a long while, none of you say anything. Your chest heaves as you stay kneeling on the mat, Nara's hand still on your breast and in your pants, but the momentary peace is soon shattered by the resonant timbre of a deep voice from the doorway.

"I see you had a productive session, Nara."

Your breath catches, and you instinctively pull the fabric of your sports bra down over your chest, fumbling as your hazy gaze shifts toward the door. Standing there is the tiger rakshasa from yesterday, Decar, if you remember correctly. His arms are crossed over his broad chest, and his vivid green eyes gleam with a predatory intensity. The stripes across his muscular form ripple as he leans casually against the doorframe, his dark grin filled with a hunger that makes your stomach flutter.

"Yeah," Nara replies smoothly, as though nothing unusual has happened. Her arms are still wrapped possessively around you. Her tone is light, playful, and utterly nonchalant, as if you aren’t nestled in her lap, your body trembling from her touch. "Y/N is a great student."

The tiger's hum vibrates through the air, low and thoughtful, as his gaze sweeps over your exposed, disheveled form with a teasing slowness. His eyes linger, the corner of his mouth curling higher, and you feel the weight of his attention as though it’s a physical thing.

"I'll see for myself tomorrow, then."

Your cheeks burn hotter as your mind scrambles to process his words, but before you can say or do anything, you can feel Nara's fingers moving inside you once again.

"I’ll make sure Y/N is ready." Nara's promise is amused and dark as she adds another finger, pressing inside you while you wheeze in her hold, breathless and too far gone to pay any attention to your embarrassment.

"Good," Decar hums, licking his sharp teeth. "I look forward to it."

_

"You are so pretty like this," you coo. Your words are followed by his groan as he closes his eyes for a long second while turning his head away from you. You know if he would lie before you in his human form, you could see him blushing.

"Poor baby," you continue, leaving the end of the bed to approach him with slow, confident steps. Your fingers rake over the thick fur at the top of his head. Rome preens under your caress, incapable of hiding his reaction to your closeness.

"It's okay," you hum, enjoying the situation maybe a bit too much. But how could you not? After the wolf-shifter jumped on you because of his rut, you have every reason to take advantage of him like that, tied down and exposed.

"We will have so much fun!"

Climbing up on the bed beside him, you settle down on your knees, letting your gaze wander up and down on his body the whole time. You feel like a little kid in the candy store. There is this hunk of a wolf in front of you, and you don't even know where to start with him.

"You know I could tear them apart if I wanted to," he breaks the silence for the first time in a while. He tugs on the ropes, and the bed creaks under the sudden force.

You smirk at him again, letting your hand rest on the middle of his chest. Your fingers play with his fur, seeking out the warmth of his skin underneath it. "I know," you reply. "But what would be the fun in that?"

He knows you are right. He didn't agree to do this for nothing. He was intrigued by the idea of you taking control and having your way with his body. And again, after what he had done, he owns you this.

"My pretty puppy," you whisper under your breath as your hand slips down from his chest to his crotch. Your nails graze over the tight muscles of his stomach, and you tease the sensitive skin around the base of his cock without touching his length even for a moment. It juts out, erected, and already leaking.

"I barely touched you," you grin, flicking the tip of his cock gently.

The shifter grows, and the bed creaks again. "Y/N!"

"Shh," you shake your head. "You promised."

The male groans again because he knows you are right, and he can do nothing about it. When he relaxes back on the bed, you continue your exploration. Your fingertip runs down at the underside of his cock, brushing over his heavy balls between his thick thighs and back up on his upper body until you reach his chin. You turn his head so he faces you. His almond-shaped eyes are focused and intense as he looks back at you. His ears twitch at the top of his head, waiting for your next move.

"Hey," you grin, leaning closer until your nose touches his snout.

"Hey," Rome grunts with flaring nostrils. Your scent fills his senses with a hint of your building arousal.

The kiss you share with the wolf-shifter is awkward and clumsy. It's all sharp teeth and tongue, but it's not less enjoyable as you let yourself lean closer, bracing yourself on his chest with an open palm. You can feel the strong and steady beat of his heart through the thick plates of his muscles.

"Y/N." Your name comes out breathlessly. His tongue licks over his canines as if trying to savor your taste.

You hum. "I'm here." You restart your caressing from his chest down to his erection. You can feel his abdomen clenching under your fingertips as you brush your fingers through his fur. It's warm and soft, and your palm tingles with the urge to curl your fingers and grab onto him.

You take your time, petting him and playing with the thick strands covering his whole body. By the time you reach his cock, it twitches with a damp, dark pink tip. You flick it again, not even caring about the shifter's unamused grunt as you lift your finger to your mouth, tasting him. His heavy gaze burns, and you make sure to lick him off of your finger thoroughly.

Your name leaves his lips once again with more desperation and impatience. His hips buck upwards, his cock bobs in the air, and you take the not-so-subtle hint with a grin on your face.

"So impatient," you huff, amused.

Readjusting yourself between his legs, your hands land on his thighs. Your nails glide over his taut, twitching muscles, sending a shiver through his whole body.

"Don't-" Rome starts to say something, but his words die on his tongue when you bend over to press a soft, teasing kiss on the swollen tip of his erection. A shuddering breath leaves his chest that ends in a sharp exhale when you poke out your tongue and lick the sensitive underside of his glans, making him jerk with the sudden sensation. His hands curl into fists as he pulls on his bonds keeping him on the bed. The tug is hard enough to make the frame of the bed rattle, but he has still enough control over himself not to tear the ropes apart.

You continue lapping at the head of his cock, savoring the musky, earthy taste of his pre-cum. Holding him steadily at the base, you lick a warm, wet path over his shaft before taking him all the way into your mouth. You alternately suck and stroke him while the shifter growls and snarls into the otherwise quiet bedroom. His cock is a pleasant weight on your tongue as you hollow your cheeks to suck him deeper. Your hand twists around his hard girth while giving the tip quick, darting licks and sloppy kisses. You let yourself drool on his erection, smearing your own saliva all over his length.

You peer up at him through your lashes, watching him staring at the bobbing motion of your head as your lips stretch hungrily around him. His gaze is sharp and already half-delirious, and his long tongue hangs out of his large mouth as he pants and wheezes. His hips buck up every now and again, hitting the back of your throat with a low, dangerous snarl when the vibration of your choking on his cock surges through his spine.

The sight of him so exposed and vulnerable under you makes your pussy clench with need even though you didn't even touch yourself yet. Your flimsy underwear is soaked, sticking to your slit as your hips rock back and forth every few minutes, trying to get some friction but failing every time.

"If you would let me..." He starts with a knowing, smug smile, but you shake your head even before he can finish the sentence.

"You," you point at him. "You stay there until I decide otherwise."

The swollen head of his cock glistens with your saliva and his pre-cum when you let him go to get out of bed for a second. The wolf growls, annoyed, but says nothing.

You get rid of your clothes quickly, letting the small fabrics fall on the ground before climbing back up above him with an excited, burning coil in your lower stomach. You can feel your own wetness every time your thighs rub together as you move.

Rome watches the scene breathlessly. His lungs burn, and his muscles are already sore from being so taut for so long, but these things are the last ones on his mind right now. His eyes wander down from the soft line of your shoulders to the tantalizing curve of your breasts and hard nipples. He salivates at the sight, wanting to sit up and feel them under his tongue and take them into his mouth until you have to push his large head away because they become too sensitive, and tears gather in your eyes every time he nibbles on them. But no, he grunts, pulling on the ropes once again with a tense snarl that makes you grin down at him.

"Poor pup," you mock him. "How does it feel, huh? I do what I want with you, and you can do nothing about it."

Both of you know that it's a lie. He could get rid of his bonds within a second, but he lets you have your fun. And even though he is annoyed by your words, he loves seeing you so confident and happy. And your saliva on his throbbing cock is not a bad feeling either.

Lowering yourself above his erection, you place your hands on his stomach to keep your balance as the head of his cock slides over your slit. The blunt tip teases your folds and rubs your clit. Anticipation ripples through your body as you reach down to grab him between your fingers, stroking him up and down a few times before positioning his dick to your entrance.

You know you should make yourself more ready for him, but despite your words and constant teasing, you know very well that your fun can end any moment if the shifter under you loses his patience.

Holding your breath, you watch him watching you sliding down on his cock inch by inch. The tight ring of your pussy stretches and pulses on his thickness, making you cry out with desperation.

You need several minutes and small, grinding motions to get used to the feeling of him inside you, stuffing you full and rubbing all over your walls while he watches the scene transfixed. He throbs and leaks at the sight of his cock disappearing in your warm, wet channel.

Slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. The muscles of your thighs are tense as you keep some of your weight on your legs so you can keep moving. A few times, you accept him as deep as possible, moaning and wheezing. Your walls contract around his cock every time the tip of his length hits the sensitive, spongy spot inside you. Your muscles flutter and grip him tighter.

You ride him as fast as you can, chasing your own orgasm. You can feel it at the corner, approaching but never truly reaching you. Desperate mewls and cries roll out of your mouth as you scowl and nibble on your lower lip. A thin layer of sweat glistens on your heated skin, rolling down your cheeks, cleavage, and the line of your spine. Rome got you so used to his merciless pounding that you can't make yourself cum with such a disappointing speed. It's enough to keep your desire alive but not enough to push you over the edge. You chant his name, complaining and begging while the wolf tries to buck his hips into you despite him still bound to the bed.

Frustration grows inside your heaving chest as you scowl. Damn wolf, you think. Rome got you so used to him having his way with your body that he ruined this for you. Bouncing up and down on his lap is simply not enough anymore.

You can feel the change in the air when Rome has enough of your silly, little playtime. The bed creaks one last time as the ropes snap around his wrists and ankles. They fall to the ground and on the bed without a sound. Before you know it, his large paws are on your hips, holding you bruisingly tight while he braces himself on the mattress. Your breath catches in your throat for a second before Rome punches a loud, crying moan out of your lips with one strong push of his hips. Keeping you in place, the wolf fucks up into you, stuffing you full with his hard, throbbing cock while the only thing you can do is whimper and hold onto his hands.

Now that his knees are up in the air, you can lean back against them with your hands, arching your back while the shifter still bullies your pussy without a second of pause. Your tits bounce with every, almost painful thrust while your pussy clenches and flutters around his rigid erection. Your eyes roll back, and your moan is hoarse and breathless as you say his name when your orgasm rocks through your body, turning your blood into molten lava in your veins. The male snarls at the tightness of your drenched cunt, pulling you down on himself to shoot his hot, thick load into you. You can feel every throb and twitch of his cock as the wolf cums, plastering your walls in his seed while his knot presses inside your mercilessly.

"Fuck!" The word bursts out of your lips breathlessly. The only thing keeping you on top of him is the wolf, holding you tightly while grinding up into your pulsing, gushing cunt.

His knot is still thick inside your fluttering walls when you let yourself lay down on his wide chest, breathless and weak.

"We need stronger ropes," you hum. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper.

You nod without speaking, and she leaves with the soft click of the door as she closes it behind herself. Now, the only light you get is from the streetlamp not far from the window outside. Your eyes linger on the clean glass and the dark sky above Meriad. The traffic around the hospital is muffled and slow. Your room feels too quiet without the soft buzz of the equipment and the quiet conversations coming from the corridor.

You are lying in the bed with pillows plumped under your head. The white sheet is crisp, and the thin blanket hides the ugly, freshly washed hospital gown you wear. A slight grimace pulls on your face at the thought. You don't want to know how many times you flashed your bare butt just today.

It's almost midnight, but you can't sleep. You slept more than enough for the last two days since you got into the hospital because of your migraine. There is something impatient and restless in your muscles as you fidget and adjust your position every few minutes. You want to go for a walk. You want to go outside and get some fresh air to get rid of the scent of chemicals.

The sudden movement under your bed makes you grab onto the edges of the hard mattress. It pulls you out of your thoughts as you look around, surprised at the sight of long tentacles emerging around you. The light pink limbs almost look comical in the too-sterile, too-clean and too-barren environment.

"Hello," you break the silence a bit awkwardly. "Uh-"

You want to sit up, but two tentacles stop you by your shoulders before you can move. They are gentle but firm, keeping you in place.

"Oh," you exhale, relaxing back onto the mattress while remaining fixated on the monster. The pink skin looks soft and smooth under the dim lights, and you can see the muscles working without pause. The tentacles move slowly and lazily as they get closer and closer, slipping under the blanket covering you.

Even though you expect it, you still jump with surprise when they reach your bare legs. Two limbs curl around your ankles, pulling them apart slightly. Your heart flutters in your chest with excited anticipation as you watch the moving bulges under the cover. Another two tentacles glide up on your shins, tickling the hair on your skin and caressing the insides of your thighs. Your cock jerks at the teasing touch, and something tight and warm gathers in your lower belly. Your fingers tighten on the edge of the bed, and your nails dig into the mattress.

The air leaves your lips in a sharp gasp.

The monster's touch is cool and surprisingly slick around the base of your cock as you lay still with your half-hard length between your thighs. The tentacle squeezes you teasingly, making your blood rush down to your lower body to the point you feel dizzy and lightheaded. The tentacle squeezes you teasingly, stroking up on your shaft until your cock is hard and pre-cum drips from the tip. You shudder and sigh at the feeling. The tentacle smears the pearly liquid all over your shaft, making its own stroking motion smoother and easier on your length. Your cock jerks and twitches in its hold, pointing upwards under the thin blanket. The tip of the limp circles around the crown, caressing the sensitive skin there. You can feel the muscles moving and working around your erection while you can do nothing but twitch and jerk in its grasp.

"Fuck," you pant into the quiet room. The dim light filtering through the window glides over your sweat-covered skin. Your lower body moves on its own accord. Your heels dig into the mattress as your hips thrust up, chasing every sensation and pleasure you can get from the monster.

With a trembling hand, you grab the edge of the cover to pull it off your body. A relieved sigh leaves your chest when the cold air runs over your heated skin before a moan escapes your lips at the sight of yourself in the grip of the long, pink tentacles. The hard cords of your legs are tense and still look so fragile compared to the thick limbs. Your eyelids are heavy as you force yourself to keep your eyes open. You stare at the tentacle around your cock, milking you from the base to the wet tip.

"Fuck," you groan again, letting your back arch up from the bed as your chest heaves. Like a raw nerve, you twitch and tense at every touch and firm caress.

"Fuckfuckfuck!" Your voice is breathless and high as you moan. Pleasure strikes through your body when another tentacle appears between your thighs. It slips under your cock, licking over your balls. The touch is slick and sudden. White hot pleasure bursts under your eyelids, making you tingle all over to the point you forget how to breathe.

The tentacles tighten their hold on you to keep you in place before you trash and shake yourself off the bed, but you barely notice it. The monster works on your cock and balls in sync, chasing you to your orgasm with rapid speed. Convulsions seize your thighs, and your abs clench painfully so. You look and sound desperate as you fuck the tentacle around your length. Every nerve and fiber in your body is fixed on the sensations that drive you mad with pleasure and need. The monster dominates you without a sound and plays on you like it would on an instrument.

Your mind goes blank when your orgasm strikes through your nervous system like a jolt of electricity. It makes your muscles tense and takes your breath away for long seconds. Your lungs burn, and maybe even your heart stops beating. Your cock erupts, and rapid bursts of cum shoot all over you and the tentacles. When your orgasm ends, and your body finally goes limp on the bed, you and the monster are soaked in your semen.

You are drained and spent with no thoughts in your head.

You fall asleep within seconds while the tentacles let you go, clean you up, and cover you in the blanket while the night goes on in the sterile walls of the hospital.