Seized by the Star Wolf (8 page)

I wanted him
to fully possess me and fill me…

Back on my home planet, I’d been told more than once that I
had good “breeding hips.” Built thick and wide as I was, the men who’d said that had meant it as some kind of backhanded compliment.

But if my hips made me a good breeder, a good mate for Sawagga, then I would be very happy indeed.

I thought that most of the head of his cock had to be inside by now.

Gods, I wanted mor
e!

I pushed back and there was that pain again.
Hot and sharp… Making me grit my teeth.

I cried out, more in frustration than from the hurt of it.

But my lover sensed my discomfort. I knew that he must be impatient to rut in me, to fulfill his Alpha’s breeding instinct… And yet, he stopped pushing in. The caring, human side had tempered the beast, for now.

He eased out suddenly. I groaned…

The pain and pressure was relieved, yes, but I felt empty now, my cunnie weeping, open to the air and unfulfilled.

I was surprised when Sawagga got his knees behind me.

“I’ll open you up for me,” he said.

His hands were on the cheeks of my arse, pulling them apart.

And then, his hands went under my thighs, lifting me up. My forearms were on the couch, supporting me in front as he held me up by my thighs, my body suspended, holding my cunnie right up to this mouth.

Suddenly, his tongue was
everywhere,
lapping wildly at my outer lips, then probing in to lick the dew from my inner folds. It was as if he’d been overcome by a sheer hunger for me. He wasn’t bashful… I could hear him slurping down there as, in turn, bucked and rode his face.

This wolf does like to lick,
I thought.

Hs tongue was delightful, soothing any residual pain enflaming me all over again. Soon, h
e settled into a regular rhythm, his tongue dipping into my prepuce, then gliding down to lash my clit, then inside of me again…

“Eeeeaaa…!” I squealed, bucking against his face.

I trembled and shook and rode out the sudden, wonderful wet climax as he continued to lick and suck. My body went limp for a moment, I and I laid my head down on the soft couch in front of me, panting.

As the climax ebbed away, I felt loose, relaxed…

That was, I realized, just how Sawagga wanted me.

Sawagga set my feet back down on the ground, stroking my legs and thighs as he positioned me, my arse sticking out, legs open to expose my vulnerable cunnie, still dripping from my climax.

He had been tender and patient. But the wolf only had so much patience… I would still be mated from behind, without delay.

And I would not have had it any other way.

There were a few more loud rips as he tore away the sweaty remnants of my tights… Leaving me naked for him.

I turned my head back to see Sawagga wiping one long silvery strand of his beautiful long hair away from his face. He was smiling, the grin on his sensuous lips one of a male who knows he is master…

Yet to me it was a smile of love, as well as lust.

His giant cock was still standing out proud. I watched it pulse with his heartbeat… He took it in hand in order to aim it once again towards my tender opening, and it seemed to lurch up in his grasp as if it had a mind of its own.

The reddened, swollen head of it poked out fiercely from the foreskin, and a crystalline drop of fluid had formed at the slit of it, a sign of his overflowing lust.

Again, my gaze was drawn to the darker band of flesh at the base
of the otherwise human cock…

I want to take you all the way, my love, my wolf,
I thought.
I want that knot to swell and tie inside me, to remind me that my mate is no mere human but a shifter, a Star Wolf.

“Sarah,” he panted. “Sawagga’s-She. Now, you are ready. Turn around and present yourself to me.”

I did as he asked, putting my arms and head on the couch, keeping my legs apart and my arse high—a true mating position.

My big, bouncy posterior was presented fully to him, but I had no shame. I knew that he loved me curvy body, and that he fiercely loved and lusted over all of me.

His aim was very true this time, and I immediately felt the pressure of his cockhead at my opening.

He s
tarted to pump then, sensing my readiness …

Then to p
ound me in earnest, jerking me violently forward with each thrust as his sought to push his conquering maleness deeper and deeper inside of my body.

My
hands closed into fists, the knuckles turning white. My mouth opened into a silent scream, frozen into a large “O” to mirror my cunnie being pried open by my Star Wolf’s thickness.

For a mom
ent, there was no thought in my mind.

Nothing existed but the
feel of the Alpha Wolf moving into me. Forcing my slick walls open.

My
eyes squinted shut as the sensations raced from my cunnie and clitoris all the way to my aching nipples, rubbing roughly against the couch as my huge lover rutted vigorously with me.

All of my
attention was on the thickness moving further inside of me, every wrinkle and fold inside my sucking womanhood pulling at my breeder’s organ.

I heard Sawagga grunt as the tip of his cock bumped against my
uterus. There was a moment of pain then…

But it was drowned by the all-encompassing pleasure of having him that deep inside me, a sheath for his maleness.

The rock hard cock filled my weeping cunnie completely, to the brim…

But the knot… Wait…

The knot, was it still outside?

Could I really take any more?

One his hands was over my mouth, and I bit at the hard skin of his palm as if I were an animal myself. Then both hands slid lower, finding my dangling, vulnerable nipples.

I mewled as he pulled on them, using my tender tea
ts as handholds to pull himself deeper into my wetness.

Biting my
lower lip, I concentrated on being a good mate, a good breeding bitch for him.

My
hips began to move back to meet his thrusts, and they swiveled, moving the cock inside of me around the muscular folds of my womanhood.

Again, the
massive cock pressed against my cervix, as if trying to force its way into my very womb.

“My god
s,”
I thought,
“He’s so big, and those massive balls must be so full of seed …”

This
Star Wolf was going to
breed
his little bitch, all right.

I wanted it all. To be his mate forever, bonded to Sawagga, my Alpha,
my owner—

And to be seeded by him, to bear him “pups” as a she-wolf should.

The thought of getting impregnated by my powerful Shifter mate sent me over the edge, and I began to climax hard against him.

“
Eeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh… uhhhhhhhhhehhhhhhhhhh!”

My
moans filled the air, and my knees went weak as he continued to pound the biggest cock I’d ever seen into my quivering hole.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!” I screamed.

My body shivered and spasmed, and I shook as the climax overtook me like a seizure of ecstasy.

Every muscle in my body ached and exploded with pleasure.
The orgasm pulsed from deep inside my core, though I could feel my clitoris pulsing violently, along for the ride on the wonderful storm of my release.

Sawagga’s hand came over my
mouth, silencing my cries.

My cunnie, still spasming, squeezed, sucked, and milked him
as he shoved himself inside of me.

Heat filled my
body.

I
jerked in his grasp as he pulled out, nearly turning me inside out, my inner tissues clinging to his swollen shaft…

Then, with a grunt, he s
hoved himself back inside again…

He grabbed my
hips forcefully, and pulled me back onto his cock.

“SAAAAAAR-RAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” he howled, making my ears ring with the loudness of his shout.

Holding himself deep against my cervix, he began to ejaculate his seed directly into my fertile womb.

I
felt him throbbing inside of me and the warmth of the sperm going deep.

Once again
, I began to shudder with an orgasm, and pushed back against him---

And he thrust again, hard.

There was a sharp pain, at the outside of my cunnie. A tugging at my lips down there, pressure and heat—

I jerked as the outer ring of muscle was brutally stretched, as he continued to apply pressure, rotating his hips and pressing IN, IN mercilessly—

Until something seemed to POP.

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” Sawagga howled in triumph. “SAWAGGA’S SHE!!!!”

My climaxing cunnie milked at the invading male tissue inside of me…

But even as my orgasm died down, my passage did not exactly feel relaxed. There was still a lot of pressure at my opening, and I was stretched out in both width and depth.

I knew, then, with certainly…

The knot was IN.

We were locked together, tied.

Bonded.

My own spasms subsided, and Sawagga’s grunting and growling died down.

I felt tired suddenly, as if I had just run for miles. And, at the same time, I perfectly relaxed, my body weary in a warm way that beckoned me to a well-earned rest.

I was pleasantly, warmly numb, and weak in the knees. But I didn’t need to worry about collapsing… Sawagga still held into my hips. Now, he wrapped his arms around me and eased me down to the floor.

As we slid down to the floor,
the movement jostled me slightly and I felt the tug of his cock, still locked inside of my cunnie by the knot.

It was still pulsing every few seconds and filling my womb with seed, which the knot prevented from leaking out.

Now, with each evenly-spaced spurt of his cock, he would grunt softly, as he continued to pump his essence into me. He held my body close to his as we lay there on our sides, my back to his chest, so that I felt the contours of his hard muscles and also the sweat-damp fur pressed against me.

He held me so tightly now that it was almost painful…

And yet I never wanted him to let me go. At least I knew he would hold me for as long as it took for the mating to be fully completed.

I could barely believe that I had taken all of his manhood inside of me. I reached one hand down
between my legs, curious.

I gasped when I accidentally brushed my own sore, over-sensitized clitoris.
I could feel that the lips of my cunnie were stretched tightly around its base…

But his entire shaft was inside of me.
All that was exposed to my touch were his balls, which I caressed, feeling the soft down of hair on them… Each time Sawagga grunted softly and his body jerked, his testicles clenched up, propelling another gout of seed up his long shaft and out of the end of it, directly into my womb.

“Ahhh, Sarah,” he whispered, feeling my caresses down there.

He brought his mouth to my ear—the scarred one, where he’d first marked me—and whispered: “It’s like my soul is—ahh!—draining from me and flowing into—ahh---you, Sawagga’s-She! But I want to give you—uhh---all my strength and my seed. My—uhh--everything.”

“I want it all, my love,” I told him. “I want my belly to swell with your children
. How many do you think there will be?”

“Usually no more than—ahh—two, “ he said. “But sometimes—ahh---a whole litter, three or four or—uhh—more.”

A whole litter… A little pack of male Star Wolf babies, all growing inside me…

It was an overwhelming, but exciting thought. I prayed to the gods that I would be the mother of wolves, as many Star Wolf “pups” as I could carry.
Strong, healthy, lovable baby boys…. with fangs. Pups who would grow to become great warriors, who would one day claim their own mates…

I imagined that I could feel my Sawagga’s seed flooding my body, his fertile essence forcing its way through my cervix and into my womb.

I could almost picture the sperm cells teeming inside of my body, each targeting the defenseless eggs that even now drifted towards their inevitable fates…

I wanted to bear my A
lpha’s children, and I could only hope to give birth to them in the forests of the planet he had chosen as our home.

There, I would be his A
lpha female, his mate forever. The pack would live and love and breed there, and we would create a planet of Star Wolves, running free and wild.

And I would run with them…