Chapter 105: Fenra’s Heat II

Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Fenra’s Heat II

My belt buckle clattered to the floorboards. A quick shove and my trousers and boxers were down around my thighs, then kicked aside. My cock sprang free, thick and flushed and achingly hard. It bobbed between us, the tip already wet with a bead of my own pre-cum.

Fenra’s eyes locked onto it. Her breath stopped. A fresh, shuddering wave went through her.

Oh, you like that, huh?

I shifted my hips, lining myself up with her dripping entrance. I didn’t push in. Not yet. I let the fat, swollen head of my cock just rest there, nudging against her soaked folds. Teasing her opening with the very tip.

She whimpered. A high, reedy sound that was nothing like her.

"Look at that," I murmured, watching as her body tried to pull me in, her hips making tiny, involuntary circles. "You’re trying to fuck the air. How cute~"

I dragged the head up through her slickness, tracing a path from her entrance to her clit. She cried out, her back bowing.

"Please," she sobbed, her hands clutching at the sheets, her claws tearing the fabric. "Please, now."

"Now what?" I asked, dragging the head back down, parting her lower lips, letting her feel the width but not the depth. "You gotta say the whole thing, Fenra. I’m a stickler for protocol."

"Fuck me!" she roared, the sound half-human, half-wolf. Her amber eyes were pure, undiluted need. "Put it in! Fuck me, Noel! Please!"

From the window, Pixia let out a theatrical groan. "Finally! Gods, the foreplay was more painful than listening to her mope for a week." The tiny, wet sounds of her own fingers moving faster punctuated her words.

I grinned down at Fenra. "Since you asked so nicely."

I didn’t slam home. I pushed in slow, letting her feel every fucking inch stretch her wide open. The heat was insane. Wet, clutching, desperate heat. She was so slick I slid in with barely any resistance, but so tight it stole my breath.

Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Then the sound came... a long, broken, shuddering moan of pure relief as I bottomed out, my hips flush against hers.

Holy shit. It’s like her body’s trying to swallow me whole. This is what she was fighting against? Stupid, stubborn, perfect bitch.

I held still, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. Her inner muscles fluttered and spasmed around me in erratic pulses. Her tail was lashing wildly, her claws were sunk into my biceps.

Her eyes were rolled back, showing the whites.

"Good?" I asked, my voice tight.

All she could manage was a jerky nod and another, softer moan as I gave a shallow, experimental thrust.

The dam was broken. The grudge was ashes. All that was left was the heat, and me, and the relentless, wet sound of our bodies beginning to move.

I didn’t give her time to settle. I pulled back until just the tip was nestled inside her, her pussy making a wet, sucking sound of protest. Then I drove back in. Hard. Deep. My hips snapped forward, and the impact punched a ragged scream from her throat.

My balls slapped against her ass. A solid, meaty thwack that echoed in the small room.

There it is. Bottoming out. Hitting that deep spot. Feels like her womb just kissed the head of my dick. Fucking perfect.

I set a brutal, punishing rhythm. No gentle love-making. This was an exorcism. I was fucking the grudge, the distance, the cold wall right out of her. Every thrust was a claim.

One hand stayed planted by her head for leverage. The other slid up her damp torso, roughly palming one of her small, firm breasts through her soaked shirt. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, twisting. Not hard enough to hurt... hard enough to make her feel it.

Fenra shrieked. Her back arched, driving her breast harder into my hand. Her pussy clenched around my cock like a velvet fist.

"Yes! Fuck! There!" she babbled, her words dissolving into a stream of gasps and moans. Her claws were leaving crescent moons in my skin. Her legs locked around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, forcing me even deeper.

Each thrust jolted her whole body up the mattress. The bedframe, cheap and rickety, began a frantic, protesting creak in time with my hips.

Creak-thwack-moan. Creak-thwack-moan. A filthy symphony.

I pinched her other nipple, rolling the hard peak between my fingers. Her eyes flew open, glassy and unfocused.

"Whose is this?" I grunted, not breaking my pace. My voice was rough with exertion.

"Yours!" she cried out immediately, her head thrashing side to side on the pillow. "All yours! Please, don’t stop!"

From the window, Pixia’s mockery was getting breathless. "Oh, she’s broken! Listen to her! Like a bitch in a heat! Harder, Nhnnn! Make her howl!"

Wasn’t that fucking fairy enjoying this too much?

I ignored her. My whole world narrowed to the searing heat of Fenra’s cunt, the way it milked my cock with every inward stroke, the slick mess between us, the sharp bite of her claws in my arms, the sweet, tortured sounds she made every time I bottomed out inside her.

My hand left her breast and tangled in the silver-white hair at her scalp. Not to hurt. To hold. To anchor her wild, thrashing head. To make her look at me as I ruined her.

Her amber eyes met mine, dazed and drowning. All pride gone. Just pure, raw need.

I fucked her harder. Faster. The wet, slapping sounds grew obscenely loud. The scent of sex and sweat was thick enough to taste. I was hitting her deepest, most sensitive place over and over, a relentless piston.

Her moans climbed into a continuous, desperate keen. Her body began to tighten, to coil. I could feel the telltale tremors starting deep inside her.

"Gonna cum," she sobbed, her voice cracking. "Noel, I’m gonna... "

"Do it," I growled, never slowing. "Cum on my cock. Let me feel it."

And she did.

Her body seized. It wasn’t a graceful, shivering release... it was a violent, full-body convulsion. Her back arched off the mattress like a drawn bow, every muscle locking tight. A raw, ragged, animalistic scream tore from her throat, part sob, part howl, all pleasure.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock with unbelievable force. A series of rapid, rhythmic spasms that felt like she was trying to milk me dry from the inside out. Hot juices flooded around my length, making the already slick slide even wetter.

Fuck. Yes. That’s the spot. Squeezing me like a fucking vice. Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.

The sight, the sound, the feel of her... it was too much. The coil in my own gut, wound tight from her frantic heat and the brutal pace, snapped.

I buried myself to the hilt one last time, grinding my hips hard against her, and let go.

A guttural groan ripped out of me as I came. It wasn’t a gentle pulse. It was a torrent, a deep, pumping flood of cum firing straight into her clutching depths. Each thick, hot jet pulsed in time with the frantic beating of my heart. I could feel it painting her insides, filling her up, mixing with her own slick release.

Fenra’s scream died into a choked, breathless series of whimpers. Her body continued to shudder around me, milking every last drop from my cock. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth slack. A thin line of drool trailed from the corner of her lips.

The room stank of sex, sweat, and wolfkin musk. The only sounds were our ragged breathing, the wet squelch as I finally, slowly, pulled my softening cock out of her, and Pixia’s distant, satisfied sigh from the windowsill.

Cum and her own juices immediately began to leak out of her, a creamy, spent trickle onto the ruined sheets. Her pussy looked swollen, well-used, and utterly claimed.

I collapsed onto my back beside her, the adrenaline draining away, leaving me spent and slick with sweat. My heart hammered against my ribs.

Fenra didn’t move. She just lay there, trembling, her chest heaving, one hand resting limply on her stomach. Her amber eyes were hazy, staring at the boot-shaped water stain on the ceiling.

A slow, smug smile touched my lips.

Heat: 1. Grudge: 0.

... Or at least what I hoped the outcome will be.

To be honest, there’s no denying that I’m a piece of shit. Although I didn’t realize Fenra was that angry about it. Even after being a little closer to me in the last few days.

From the hallway, a small, tentative voice piped through the door. "QUERY: IS THE MATING RITUAL COMPLETE? MAY I RETURN TO OBSERVE THE AFTERCARE PROTOCOLS?"

I let out a short, breathless laugh. "Not a chance, Valta."

On the windowsill, Pixia fluttered her wings, cleaning her tiny fingers with exaggerated care. "Well," she chirped. "That was... educational. And loud. I need a fucking nap."

Fenra just whined softly, a tired, contented sound, and curled onto her side toward me. Her tail gave one weak, final thump against the mattress before going still. The gap was gone. In its place was the warm, sticky, satisfied reality of what we were.

And it was fucking perfect.