A Swell Time
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Waiting to fall asleep in the darkness, my mind was swarmed by fantasies. My drunken state made it hard to pin down what exactly I found erotic about the majority of these bizarre fetishes, yet there was something about them that I could not think about without the sudden urge to break loose from every inhibition that had ever stood in my way. Victor laid by my side, his tail twitching.
"What would you do if I told you that right now you could do anything that you wanted to me?" I asked, both horny and curious.
"What are you talking about?" he replied, groggy, yet it was clear that the question peaked his interest.
"Look at me," I said, and he immediately turned over. "I want to please you, and I want to be pleased. You know how quiet I am, and you know that I am very reserved...but right now you need to break me of that...I want you to show me something new."
Victor and I had been together for some time, and I was always more submissive and homey. I cooked and cleaned, I preferred good literature to television. I even wanted children so I could fulfill a misplaced set of maternal instincts that I shouldn't have. If I was capable of giving birth, I would. I dreamed of how it would feel to have a living thing growing inside me...to feel the swelling; the mixed emotions; the pain and pleasure in one; to see how it would feel to have him inside me, having our child sense that love at the moment of climax!
But alas, my sex is my downfall, and as I lack any organs to be capable of such a feat, I must live my life as a childless "mother." Adoption had been discussed between Victor and I, but we agreed that it would be too difficult for any pup to adjust to their parents being two male wolves. I suppose this is why I wanted Victor now; I knew what Victor could do...he could fulfill me like no other could--he had a talent.
I suddenly felt his paw on my chest, it's grayness in stark contrast to my dark brown fur. It was soft, yet firm, and the sharpness of his claws gave a slight tinge of pain that told me what was next. As he dragged it down, I could feel the marks he was leaving, and then the dampness of his tongue as it stroked it's way south. So gentle. So controlling...I loved it.
He made his way back up, and our jowls entangles in a passionate kiss, and as we pulled apart, I pushed him back. He knew what was next, and he obediently turned his tail to me and began to work his magic as I worked mine. I could feel it pulse and grow in my mouth, just as mine began to do the same in his. As it continued, I could feel the beginning of a knot as he started to thrust, and I could feel myself starting to give in to the lust that was building inside me. The feel of his tongue on my nether regions, the light brushing of his teeth...it was too much, and as always, he sensed my emotions and took over--now it was his show.
He leapt off of me and held my wrists above my head, tying them together. Now I knew I was in for a real treat. When he was finished, I could feel him start to tease as he began to grind against me...up and down...up and down...up and down. I moaned in annoyed delight, begging him to finish the job, and sure enough he did. Oh, boy did he!
With one powerful thrust, he shoved himself in me--to the hilt! The pounding began, and I could feel his balls swinging, pounding against the base of my spine as his penis stroked my innards. My head began spinning and I moaned, helpless. I was lost in an ecstasy that surpassed any other that I had known. It was not just the physical pleasure, but the emotion behind it. The primal lust; the loving trust; the need to be dirty. It was like a romance and hardcore porn all wrapped in one, and while my mind was dead at that moment, my body was oversensitive, and I could feel his knot swelling inside me, and I knew that I was in for quite a treat--yet I was still unsure of what that treat was.
I could feel my lover beginning to tire, but I also knew that it was almost time as the thrust became farther apart, but more powerful. One, two, THRUST...one, two, three, THRUST...one, two, three, four, THRUST! After this final thrust, the pre that I had already been feeling finally graduated, and all I could feel was his cum flowing into me as though someone had suddenly turned a faucet to full pressure, and it just wouldn't stop! The fear that welled in me was suppressed by the intense pleasure as I felt my belly begin stretch with the pressure. I watched it distend in curiosity, yet all I wanted to do was close my eyes and absorb the moment and the sensation. My skin began to tug and stretch, and as I peeked to look at Victor, he seemed as astonished as I.
My belly continued to swell until I looked like I was pregnant. So this is what it feels like! I thought, knowing at once that it was a half-truth, but I was content in dreaming. For the first time, I felt that I was what I was meant to be. By feeling full, I felt whole! I didn't want it to end, but as all things must, he removed himself as soon as the knot allowed.
"What the hell was that?!?!?!" Victor asked, astounded at his own feat.
"I don't know," I replied, "But do you want to do it again?"