That's the way I like you
This is a story I wrote which can be read alone, though it involves the character of my former story. You can go and read it if you want but it's not necessary to understand anything since this is mostly sex intercourse :B
Oh yeah, and don't read that unless you're major and your balls are touching and such, blablabla
enjoy
Today was the big day. Lionel's been waiting for me, I know it. He must be very anxious right now. His mom isn't there, she left him the house for the whole week, and he wanted to seize the occasion.
Things have gone pretty fast. It feels like I met him yesterday, but we've been together for about two months now. He's a pretty awesome guy. He has that little sparkle in his eyes. He always looks like he's discovering the world, and that makes me feel warm to be with him. He looks so innocent.
And it's going to end today...
Since the little accident we had the day he was sick, I didn't really feel like rushing things. He looked really uncomfortable with the sex. I can be a very patient guy when I need to, but I'm glad this is over. Tonight, he's gonna be mine, more than he's ever been.
Okay, now this might sound like I'm going to break him in half, but that's not true. Not entirely. I mean, I don't bite....no wait, this isn't true either....I'm a really careful guy. Even if I like to play rough, this still is his first time and I want to make sure everything will be fine, but I've been waiting for this for so long....
Poor him, when he told me he was « ready » for the big step, I think my grin was too expressive because he looked frightened for a minute. Well, I'll make sure the only begging I'll get from him will be to get more.
It feels weird to say these things. After all, he's the guy I love and I care about him a lot. But that's how I am. He's mine, and I want him to know it, to feel it, and I'll make sure he does.
I've been thinking about it for the whole day, but here I am now. Right in front of his door. That door I've seen so many times. Usually when I ring the bell, Mrs O'Brian comes and opens the door for me. This time, she won't be there. « Tonight you're mine » I think, just when I ring at the door.
It takes no time. The door opens about 3 seconds after. He must have been waiting for me. I can see it now as the door opens, I can read it in his eyes. That look they all have during their first times. That excitement mixed with fear, the pressure they feel and how they want the time to go faster. He's ready. I hope for him he is because that expression on his face triggers something in me. I love him, I want him.
-Hey big M. , I've been waiting for you ! Come in !
He talks really quietly, he has some self-control, he doesn't show his excitement, but I can smell it. I make the first step in the house. He closes the door behind me and gets in my arm. We kiss, and as we do, I start feeling that urge getting stronger. His warm body against mine, his smell, his fur, everything about him. He's mine. I instinctively move my paws all over his back as I hug him, softly clawing against his fur, as if I wanted to claim every inches of his body. But for you guys who know what I'm talking about, I'm sure you do realize it's something instinctive.
His hands are wet and a bit cold. He's more scared than I thought. He damn well should be. I won't hurt him, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on him either, that's not how I play, that's not how I want him to play. Our kiss ended.
-I prepared everything. There's some dinner here and....
He turn around, showing me the dinner table with everything prepared on it. He even put candles. How cute. He's always been the romantic type. I don't mind it at all. That's not really the kind of things I'd do, but I love that kind of surprises.
-....I made sure to add some relaxing atmosphere.
As he's just turned around, I have a full access to his now exposed neck. I didn't think about starting before the dinner, but I'm not really sure about what to do now. As my paws rest on his shoulders, I can smell his mane. My muzzle is really close to his left ear now, so I give it a playful lick to give him a really soft preview of what is coming. I get a little giggle from him. I lower my muzzle a bit and reach his neck. Now my instincts told me to nibble him there, if not bite him. His smell, his presence was driving me crazy. Just when I was about to do so, I managed with some serious effort of willpower to turn it into a little kiss on his neck. He giggled again. It reassures me, looks like he didn't notice what I nearly did.
He turns around again. I hate that. He's really good at understanding peoples' states of mind just by looking into their eyes, and I think mine is rather obvious at the moment. I don't want to freak him out though.
-It's not really romantic, but....I ordered pizzas. Your favourite one. At least I'm sure you'll like it.
I kiss him again. I couldn't help it. His lips were exposed, facing me. It scares me, I never desired someone that much, and I was shivering from the effort it took me not to pounce him and take him right there and now. He broke the kiss and smiled.
-So, what do you say? You like it? Be honest !
-You're worrying too much. It's perfect so far....
And that's the part where I try to act romantic. I get my nose against his and look at him right in the eye.
-....because you're here with me.
See? I can say smart things when I want to. I get a little giggle from him. I know he's happy to be with me. Isn't that the best feeling in the world? And we kiss....again. I swear that I'm going to do him right here if he goes on doing this. It's even harder to resist as I know he wants me. I curse my good education, the only thing preventing me from doing it. But this is his first time, not mine. If he wants to start in a romantic way, we'll play by his rules. But once we're in bed, we're gonna play by mine.
He grabs my paw and drags me to the dining room. Everything is there. The candles, the drinks, even roses. What a shame to eat pizzas on that. Ah well, it's still really enjoyable food. I'm starting to enjoy this evening. I wonder if he has anything else coming up. The atmosphere is really relaxing though, and it helps me calm down....a little bit.
Now here's the thing. As much as I can smell his angst, I'm sure he smells my arousal, but he behaves like a gentleman. He's a predator though, he should feel it, he knows I only expect one move from him to just start the things. Is he playing with me? Trying my patience? If so, he's up for a serious surprise. I'm only patient because it's his first time.
-I was really hoping you'd like it. I want everything tonight to be perfect.
Translation, he wants me to behave. I will not rape my boyfriend, I will not rape my boyfriend, I will not rape my boyfriend.....
-Is something wrong? You don't like it?
-Oh? Not at all ! It's perfect ! It's just...I was not expecting it, that's not how our usual evenings are...
-Well, my mom is not around, so I made sure things would happen our way this time. I don't know what your idea of a perfect evening is, so I did what I'd have liked to have. But tonight also is your night. I want you to feel at home.
I will. Soon.
He gets closer to me and kisses me again. I'll never have enough of our kisses. That's the most intimate thing we've shared till here and I loved every single second of each one of them.
And there he gropes me. I mean, literally, he just put a paw between my legs and groped me!
-And after, I'll also make sure you enjoy the night.
That was the last straw. I grab him by the shoulder, and we turned. I pin him, back against the wall, but make sure not to hurt him doing so. I keep him in place by pressing my body against his. I can see it in his eyes, he feels like a prey who just noticed it was hunted. It drives me crazy. I know tonight he's supposed to call the shots, but if he doesn't tell me right now to stop, I'm going to "feel at home" in a matter of minutes.
-Mathias....please, calm down....
He was purring. His muzzle said no, but his whole body wanted me to. He noticed it too because there was a moment of silence in which that purring was clearly audible. Of course, I grinned.
-Isn't that a bit fast?
He lowered his ears while saying that. He wanted it, and he knew I had noticed it, so he was just giving up on the idea of hiding it. He was also blushing. The further we were going, the more I wanted him.
-Don't worry, the next part will last way longer....
There, right at that moment. I could read it in his eyes. The fear. I didn't want to creep him out, of course, but I wanted him to feel that little ounce of fear. Going on with it when you're afraid only shows how dedicated you are, how much you trust your partner, and how far you are in your submission. That was the very first step of the many more to come.
The bulge in my pants was now seriously annoying me, pleading for attention. And attention it had. I was pressing against my cute little cat right there, and to show him I had no intention on hurting him, I kissed him. He kissed me back. Score. He's scared but willing. Atta boy.
As our bodies were pressed against eachother, I could feel the bulge in his pants. He was getting more and more aroused. His scent was getting stronger. I started softly clawing on his shoulder, then moving my paws, rubbing against his arms. I wanted to feel every inch of his body against me. His body, it was mine now. When I reached his paws, I decided to give him a little show. I grabbed his wrists and held them firmly against the wall. I slowly broke the kiss and lost no time before getting to nibble on his ear. The poor thing was shivering from the feeling and I even got a gasp of surprise from his part. He even tried to squirm but I didn't let him move much.
The nibbling was doing its part. My boyfriend was melting in my paws. Soon he'll be wanting more, and more he would have. But I wanted to make sure he wished more. Not that I wanted him to say it, but I have a soft spot for submissive guys. Not those who just stay there waiting to be pounded because of their lack of initiative, but those who are submissive because they've learned their places. Nothing more arousing than a sub who knows what he wants and how he wants it. Just a little bit more teasing and he'll be raising his tail on his own, just a little bit more....
I let go of his wrists. I wanted to cuddle him during the whole process, but as soon as he got free, his paws found their way to my pants. I stopped the nibbling, I couldn't focus. I wanted him now, and was about to have what I wanted. He started unbuttoning my pants which made me dry hump against him even more. I nibbled his neck, this time I didn't hold back. I still had to make sure not to hurt him though as my instincts were telling me to give him a proper mating bite, the one that leaves no blood but that hurt enough to hold him in place as I pound him....A lot of pictures started going through my head. So many ideas, so many things to do. We were heading for a rough night.
When he finally manage to unzip and unbutton my pants, I stepped back. He was now free to move. His paw got into my black boxers and grabbed my full length. I looked him in the eye. He was staring at me with that sort of look people have when they don't know what to do or when they're waiting for something. I just nodded and he understood. He quickly got on his knees. If I wanted to make sure he'd end up as a submissive, it was either a good start, or he was a natural.
His head was now right in front of my boxers. His paws were gently rubbing my crotch and it was only a matter of seconds before he decided to take my pants off. And of course, he ended up with my already hard cock right in front of his muzzle.
Now I won't tell you my size because it is not relevant. Yes, I am way above the average, that's all you need to know, and the poor fella had no experience so it was going to be tough for him. But right now, it was more a pleasure for the eyes to him, and soon a muzzlefull.
He stared at it. In awe? I wouldn't know. Maybe he was just getting mentally ready to take it. It was his first time sucking a guy so I let him take his time. I made a quick little thrust to get the tip close to his muzzle though. Not to incite him to suck it (well, not only), but also to have him smell it. I was already dripping pre and some got on his muzzle. That's a good thing. I like my partners when they have my smell all over them. It's my way to say they belong to me. And he wasn't going to have my smell only "over" him if you get my point. This one was special, so he'd better get used to the smell because he'd have to deal with it for a long time.
He finally took a deep breath and I saw his muzzle open. It's like in these action movies when the interesting scene is coming. Everything looks slower, you can see every single detail. He's slowly closing his eyes as his muzzle opens. One of his paw is still around my shaft and a few moments after, I got the first few inches in him. That felt like a relief, I needed this. I put off a hand against the wall and looked at him. He was so cute with my cock in his muzzle, I could get used to the view. He was trying to get a bit more of it but quickly stopped and gagged.
-Slow down, take your time. Don't try to do it on the first try, I'll give you all the time you need.
That means all the time I want. And God knows how greedy I can be. But he listens and pulls back a little bit. He's trying, he really is. I can feel him doing his best with his tongue, using my moans as a clue on how to do it properly. I'm sure I will love training this muzzle again and again for nights on end. Every now and then, he tries to take a little bit more but quickly pulls back. Damn it, if I didn't care about him that much, I'd grab his head and just shove all my length in.
He grabs my sack with one of his paws. I can feel a jolt of pleasure running through my body. But this time was different, it was with the man I love, it was more intense because it was so much more than pure lust. I noticed that I had started humping slowly in his muzzle. I know I shouldn't be doing this, he's only a beginner, but....what the heck, I felt like it and he's not complaining, so no way I'm stopping now. And he goes with it, moving his head back and forth along my humps to make sure to get the most of my dick in his muzzle. He puts so much effort in it. I could cum right here and now, but I want it to last. I want to exhaust him. I know, I'm a big bad wolf.
Heck, I don't feel like holding back either. I think I'm going to fill his muzzle, but it just won't stop me from going on with it. I want to make sure he gets the full treatment today. Nonetheless, I stop thrusting. I don't need to claim his body, it's mine already. Now I want his mind, I want him to accept his place, so I let him do the conscious effort of making me cum, I'll let him work his skill, and if it's not good enough, I'll just give him a few pointers.
And then, he did something unexpected. He just put his paws on my rump and pushed me forward. Then, slowly pulled out and pushed me forward again just after. He wanted me to hump his muzzle.
No doubts now, he was a natural at this. And who am I to argue? I slowly put one paw behind his head and started humping. The smell of sex was everywhere in the room, and it was mostly because of me. There were so many things I wanted to do to him and I swear that humping his muzzle was the only way I found not to go berserk on him. That feeling is rather scary. It's like if you had a monster in you that just craved for something, and wanted it now, but I didn't want to scare Lionel. Now was a really special moment where he'd learn either to be afraid of it, or to crave for it every single day of his life, and I was good at making the latter happen.
I wasn't even humping with all my might. Only half my length could fit his muzzle. He'd get used to it, but for now I tried not to thrust too deep. When I went a bit too far, a little cough reminded me to calm down. Pretty difficult to do, that's what I've been trying to do since I got in this house, and that's not what I'm going to do now that I have my cute lion sucking my dick. Especially now. I could feel that little jolt running along my spine. I was really getting into it, the feeling was getting more and more intense, and he knew it. My body emitted signs of what was to come. I wonder what he was thinking, but his tongue kept on playing with my length despite of my humps. He was sucking me like a maestro.
Few words were exchanged, but the feeling was getting too intense. Unbearable, and there we go. The point of no return. My body spasmed and I only wanted to bury my cock deep into his muzzle, but I didn't want to hurt him, so I did something else. With an amazing effort of willpower, I pulled out just enough to let just the tip of my cock rest into his muzzle, and that's where my balls started releasing the first ropes of cum. That's it, I was marking him, he was mine now. And he was submitting. The fact I only had my tip in his muzzle forced him to make efforts in order to swallow. He tasted my seed and accepted it. All my muscles were clenching, but it was more than just an orgasm, it was a claiming. He was mine, and he kept swallowing what I was giving him. His paw grabbed my fully exposed length and squeezed it. That sent another electric jolt in my body. That's my boy.
And with one more effort of willpower, I pulled back. The last ropes of seed ending up on his face. Again, no fighting back. He even started pawing me to make sure he got it all till the very last drop. My instincts told me to push forward, and so I did, rubbing my dick over his face, marking him with my smell. And when I look at him like that, I regret that he couldn't stay that way. He looks so vulnerable with my cum over his face, and I'd have wanted him to stay that way.
As my orgasm slowly faded, I noticed I was panting. He had drained me. Literally. I tried to recover, and he was looking at me with one of these expressions....where you can't tell what he is thinking. He seemed lost, but not afraid. Like someone who just discovered a new wonderful world. And he'd have looked so innocent like that if it wasn't for the amount of seed covering his face and some of his mane. And with that little sparkle in his eyes, he said
-That....that was....
-....just the beginning.
I said before he could finish. His eyes widened. Poor thing, so much to learn...
Okay, so I was satisfied.....for now. That little event here will help me to calm down and wait for after the dinner. I'm still horny though, but I think I'll be able to manage. He is still there on his knees, looking between my leg as if he was expecting to have more. And there he starts licking at it, cleaning my cock with his tongue, making sure not to leave a single drop on it. It's obvious, he loved it, and he wants more. No way I'm waiting for after the dinner, the dinner will have to wait for me. I'll still let him play with his tongue a bit more though.
Okay I'm clean. I know it, he's made sure to swallow everything, but he keeps on going as if there was more. Maybe he thinks I wouldn't have noticed, or maybe he doesn't care as long as he can continue what he's doing. I'm telling you, that guy has some serious potential, I knew I was a lucky wolf, but it looks like I'm still luckier.
I grab his shoulder and get him to stand up. There's lust in his eyes. That innocence he had before is still there though, and that mix makes my heart beat so fast. He's like an innocent child who doesn't understand how far from innocent he's gotten. And I kiss him, again. Yes, I do kiss him a lot, but that's who I am and how I want things to happen. This time is different though as I can taste my own seed on his tongue. One paw behind his head to hold him firmly in place as the other is already grinding on his chest under his shirt. I thought I was satisfied enough to wait one hour or two, but that little intercourse just made me hungrier than I already was.
We break the kiss and I look at him. He blushes, tries to cover it by passing a paw on his cheek. There he notices the cum that's still on it and tries to clean it with the reverse of his paw. I was ready for it. Just before he's had the time to make the move, I grab his wrist and hold his paw right there. He looks at me interrogatively. I just said "no" with my head. He doesn't need more, he understands fast. Did I already tell you how much I love him?
I pass a paw around his waist and hold him firmly against me. Then I try to turn a bit in order to face the door of the hall that'd lead us to his room. I start walking slowly towards it. He stops me and kisses me once again. His paw is on my chest, but this time he's clawing me seriously. It hurts a bit, but I don't care. Poor fella is lost in lust. I won't say it's my fault for being too sexy, that'd be very cocky but heh, I gotta keep my ego afloat somehow, right?
I'm trying to reach the door here, the room isn't that far, but we gotta move in order to reach it, and he's not going to make things easy for me. I don't care, that's a challenge I'm ready to take. I notice I'm clawing on his back too. Again, these fucking instincts. Of course, my first reaction would be to make sure I wasn't hurting him, but he kept on kissing me and clawing my chest more passionately than ever, so I assumed he was okay.
*rip*
We stop. What was that? We look at eachother. Then at the same moment, we lower our eyes and look down. He had ripped my shirt. It wasn't that much of a big deal, but there was a 3-4 inches shredding mark. I want to laugh but that wouldn't be such a good idea. I look at him again and he lowers his ears like a kid who had done something to make his parents angry. Poor guy. I'm not angry, I'm not going to punish you. I mean, not the way you think. To show him how that thing is the least of my concerns right now, I grab my shirt and rip it myself. Yeah, you heard me, that sound like a thing we only see in movies, but today was the big show. I literally rip the whole front of my shirt and take it off, then I kiss him (yeah, again). And this time, shirtless, I can feel his claws right on my skin. Oh yeah, that's right, we need to reach the room.
As I try to make a few more steps, he starts taking his shirt off. I help him, of course, what kind of gentleman would I be otherwise? And as I put my arm around his waist to take him with me as I open the door to the hall with the other, I can feel his paws moving and reaching my pants, trying to take them off as we reach the hall. Oh, that sneaky little bastard. He's so not going away with it.
I turn him around, and pin him against the wall. Yeah, again, but this time, he's face against the wall, back fully exposed. Yeah, sorry, that's not romantic, and I swear to God that I've tried my best, but I couldn't make it to the room. He depleted my patience. I move my feetpaw a bit to get rid of my pants, and there I am, naked, and hard again, pinning my half-naked sexy boyfriend against the walls. He murrs. I'm not surprised. He still has his pants on but his tail is high in the air already. Now I'm surprised. For a first-timer, he sure was a up-and-comer. I wanted to rip his pants off but I thought it'd make him even hornier if I gently took them off all by myself.
Okay, so, here we go. I press against him with all my weight to hold him firmly against the wall. My paws move slowly around him, reaching his belly button, then going down a bit as I start to open his pants. He's shivering, how cute. His paws are against the wall, he doesn't even try to move them and he lets me do exactly what I want. Now that's my kitty.
There, his pants are opened, the fly unzipped, and one of my paws in his boxers, teasing him a bit for what was coming. A little groan. Of course. While I give him a few gentle squeezes, my other paw tries to get rid of his pants. They drop, so do his boxers. Now I have to focus, he's a first timer, he needs preparation and time. I can't just shove all my length into him right here and now. Fucking education. I'm like many of you guys, rape fetish thingy, that's the way I like it, but I know that'd piss me off if it happened for real, and that's the deal, as much as I want to do it, I don't want to hurt him, so we'd better fucking hurry before my balls turn blue.
I'm not that much of a rimming guy though, that's not really my thing. And we have no lube, I can't decently just hump him dry, he needs preparation. I guess I'll have to deal with the pre. That won't be as efficient as lube, but that's all my patience allow me to give him now. I gently nibble on his neck, getting more murring from him as I go on stroking him. He's fully hard and dripping huge amounts of pre, so I take my now wet paw and move it behind him. His tail is still high in the air, good boy. I gently rub between his cheeks before finding his tailhole. I make sure to apply as much pre as I can on it. I take my time, it's hard but I manage. I get some encouraging groans, murrs, moans and gasps every now and then. He looks like a chewtoy. I keep on nibbling on him and he makes these cute adorable sounds.
Okay, it's time now, show me what you can do kitty. I slowly slide my first finger in his hole. I can feel his anal ring showing some resistance, but nothing I can't overcome. I see him biting on his tongue. Looks like he's in pain, and that was just a finger. It's going to be a rough night. I try to go slowly, then I pull out and add some more precum. We're both dripping like crazy so it's not like we won't have enough. Then I start fingering him again. This time I go a little further. 1 inch, 2 inches,....It should happen soon.
He startles and gasps, but really hard. He nearly frightened me for a second but I make sure he's pinned against the wall and can't move. His heart beats really fast now and he looks really confused.
He had no idea of what just happened to him, but I sure did. And he was going to feel that more in the following minutes
-What the fuck was that ?!
-That was your prostate, your majesty.
Just the way I like them. I was the luckiest wolf in the world. See, there are guys who like to play dominant, some who like to play submissive, and there are those who just ARE either dominant or submissive. I'd say I'm a rather dominant guy even if I like to be bottom every now and then, I like it both ways, it doesn't change much, I'm still the guy in charge. Now, there's the same thing going for the tops and the bottoms. Some people enjoy the feeling of having someone topping them, even if they don't feel much physical pleasure down there, it's just that they feel good, it's more a psychological thing. And then there are those people who can feel every single inch of cock they take under the tail, those whose bodies just feel like exploding when they are pounded.
I love the latter category. I have some serious heavy-going libido you see, but I'm no rapist. Though I tend to exhaust my partners most of the time. Now those who enjoy taking it, I can just pound them as much as I want, even when they're not horny, they'll enjoy it and they'll want more. And my little guy here is going to have his share of it. A lion's share if you allow me....haha, but let's get back to the things that matter.
His muscles were showing less and less resistance. He started loving and, the the angst was vanishing, it was making things way easier for me. I kept on teasing him with a finger, pressing against his prostate as hard as I could while I slowly jerked him off with the other paw. He closed his eyes and nearly roared but managed to stop the sound somehow. I could feel his ass clenching, he was already about to cum. Score, my guy is a taker.
I stopped pawing him. I wanted my lion full of his cum to make sure he'd enjoy it the most, and full of mine to make sure I'd enjoy it the most. I had a groan of protest and saw one of his paw moving.
-No.
I just said that. He opened his eyes and stopped moving his paw. He wasn't allowed to cum yet. I liked the speed with which he listened. He really accepted his place as a submissive, which would make things easier for me. And as I said that, I slipped my second finger in him. His reactions were odd, his body was tensing, I was afraid he would just shoot right here and now, but so far he seemed to take it like a man, my man. I pressed both fingers against his prostate again and I could see some huge amount of precum spurting from his aching cock. His whole body was begging for more. I think he just had enough self-esteem not to say it loudly. But I'm his mate, I know him, I know how he feels, and I was going to give him just what he wanted.
I pulled out. I know he'd need more than just 2 fingers to get used to my size, but if I didn't take him in the coming seconds I would just go insane. I wrapped an arm around his chest, gently holding him against me, and with the other, guided my dick between his cheeks. Now was the big moment. I could feel his ring against my tip. I stopped moving, staying there teasingly and moved my paw to grab his waist. This time, the real fun was about to start. It was getting more and more difficult to stay in control. I noticed that my nibblings were slowly turning into more ferocious and passionate mating bites as my cock was aching with need of slamming in his new home.
I started pushing a bit. I could feel the warmth of his body around my tip now, and I knew that I would be going rough on him in a matter of minutes. He was already groaning and moaning even more as the flood of precum was getting seriously incredible. I didn't know 2 balls could hold that much pre, let alone for cum. Now I wanted to make sure he'd enjoy it. Even when I go rough, my goal is to make sure we're both enjoying it. I love guys who like to take it rough, because I know I can go how I feel like on them, not even caring about them if I don't feel like it, and they'll still enjoy it. But him, I would make sure he'd feel me, I was going to give him some very special attention.
I arched my back a bit and got on my toes, and pushed my cock a little bit further. With that angle, I know it, I would hit with full force against his prostate. And so I did.
He went on with his weird sounds, but they were getting too undefinable. Groans, moans, whatever it was. As I said, the poor guy was lost in lust. But his rump pushing back to get more cock in told me it was a good thing. I didn't want to push all the way in right now, so when I got half the length in, I slowly pulled back until only the tip was left inside. He panted heavily. And then I thrust back in again, but stopped at half the size, just wanting to hit his prostate as hard as I could.
I got a squeal this time.
-This....is called a prostate massage.....you'd better get used to it.
He didn't answer. I wonder what was going through his mind at this very moment, but the look in his eyes was expressive enough. I pulled out and thrust inside again, this time going a little bit further. Another squeal. I love them. I love these sounds. I love making sure my guy is feeling my, every single inch of me. Luckily, I'm a rather big wolf, so except if you're a first class size queen, there's no way you're gonna get used to my size that easily. That means I hope he has enough oxygen because I'm going to make him squeal a little bit more.
I keep this pace for a couple of minutes. How long? I can't tell. You tend not to care about the time when you're in such a situation. But he's taking more and more of it. I have to change my angle now and take it normally as any top would take any bottom. I was just using that special angle to make him feel what hitting the right spots could feel like. And after a few more thrusts, his hips met mine. I stayed there for a few seconds. My arms were still wrapped around him and I was snuggling. I had stopped the biting and was now kissing his neck. He still smelled like cum. My cum, and it was arousing me even more. Who thought that could be possible?
-Balls are touching.
I said. Most of you know this reference, right?
He tried to look at me. It asked him a serious effort just to articulate.
-Then....then I think you're gay....
He smiled. I wanted to laugh. That guy can make me laugh like nobody ever could. You know what I'm about to say, right? Right ! I love him.
He was still pinned against the wall though, and I wanted to keep him there for a little bit longer. I would change positions later. Yeah, I love changing positions, that keeps me going, you know? It helps things to last longer. I want them to last, I want him to have that big smile on his face and these stars in his eyes every time he'll think about the events of this night.
When I was sure he got used to my length (which is rather impressive for a first-timer), I gently pulled out again, and gave my first real thrust. A groan. I kept going, one more thrust, one more groan. I sped up a bit, he was panting. I went on my toes again and gave him one more little prostate massage, but this time with all my might, all my force, and without any form of restrain. Even the pace was rather heavy-going for a little guy like him. His eyes widened, he started clawing against the wall and spread his legs a bit more by instinct. Oh man, there are so many things I still want to do to you, little guy. I grab him by the waist and we move a bit. I still stay inside of him, but I make him go down on his knees at the same pace as me, then I push him a bit on the side and we end up lying on the ground on our side. I pass one of my arm under his neck and wrap it around his chest while the other grabs his waist and I get back to pounding him more. I love you Lionel.
I don't really know how long we've been keeping that pace. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? I don't know. I don't care. All I know is that tonight I was claiming him. I pawed him off a little bit, teasing, keeping him at his limit. As soon as I felt he was about to cum (which only needed a few strokes every time), I stopped. At this point, he had put his hand on my waist and was trying to push me forward while he was pressing his rump against me to take the most of it. He was so adorable.
I rolled over him. He was now laying on his belly on the ground. No way to paw off or anything, but he was under me now. I was free to do whatever I wanted to him. But I was already doing what I wanted. I got on my knees, still inside of him, grabbed his waist with both my paws, and bent over a little bit. I kept on humping him, but at the same time, I was kissing and licking his back. Or should I say "my" back? I felt like I owned him, and that was such a wonderful feeling. The arousal was growing, I could feel it. I could keep doing this for hours but there was no point in doing so. I wanted to mark him. First, I still wanted to make him feel me.
I put my paws on his shoulder and used them to thrust as deep as I could in him. I got a weird sound again. Mix between grunt, moan, or whatever else it was, but he was still murring and didn't say anything, so I did it again, and some more.
After some thrusts, I thought it was time to get to the serious things. I stopped a bit and managed to turn him over. Yes, I'm good at doing weird things while staying inside people, don't ask me how I do it.
This time, the view nearly made me shoot right on the moment. I had my sexy cum-covered lion laying on his back, legs spread for, his eyes closed in an expression of exhaustion that meant "I can't keep going, I'm exhausted, but don't stop", and the amount of pre he had produced hat literally wet his whole belly. That's how I like my lion. His cock was spasming, aching, I knew he wanted to cum, he'd been like that for quite some time now. Worry not, little one, we're nearly done.
I bent over again and he wrapped his legs around me. I wrapped my arms around him at the same time and we kissed. I didn't stop humping of course. He's so arousing like that that I'd hump him even if I was asleep. It was funny though, because our kiss was filled with groans and moans. I wanted him so bad. And I could feel my knot starting to swell now. He could feel it too, his noises were getting louder. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He was too exhausted for his expression to mean anything.
I kept on humping him. I'm sure his insides must be as precum covered as his fur already was. Taking my knot shouldn't be that much of a problem, but still, I'm rather big, so is my knot, and the poor fella isn't used to take one. Nonetheless, that was the only not-negotiable part of our mating. He would take it, I would make sure of it.
I started moaning too. I'm not that much of a moaner, really, but this was getting too much to bear, even for me. I couldn't hump his as much now that my knot had fully formed, though I kept on pushing forward, again and again, trying to get it inside. He didn't scream. He kept on moaning, sure, but he was taking it like a man. He didn't complain a single time and wasn't about to. I'm a really lucky wolf.
Instead of just being on my knees and pushing forward now, I got on all fours, on a sorta push-ups stance, using my footpaws to push with more brute force into him. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me so hard I thought I was about to cry. Such a small act can mean so many things you know. In this case, he was ready to take it, even if he knew it would hurt. Such a good boy.
I could feel his ass clench around my dick. He was really really close, so was I. I pushed further and further, and with one last thrust, I managed to force my knot inside of him. He bit his lower lip, but didn't emit a single sound, though he was clearly in pain. But he was main now, I had just claimed him, there was no turning back. I felt his body spasm. He was about to cum.
I grabbed his waist with my paws and pushed on my legs to get up. His head was still resting on the ground now but his rump was high in the air. I'm sure he was wondering why I was doing this, but he was going to climax at any second now so I'm sure he didn't really care. And there it was. He roared. Not a loud, proud, feral roar, more an exhausted one, purely instinctive roar from an exhausted body. He came, really hard. I was amazed. I could swear the amount of precum he leaked should have emptied him, but I had never seen such a huge amount of cum coming from a single guy. Now, with the position we had, he came all over himself, most of it falling over his head. His mane was now covered with both our cums.
His orgasm lasted a really long time during which his muscles were spasming. I could feel his rump clenching around my length and that was all I needed. I fell. I fell over him, the sensation made me lose control. We got back to our previous position again, except that he was still cumming amazing loads, coating both our furs, and with a ferocity I didn't know I was capable of, I gave him a mating bite, clawed his back and pushed as deep as I could in him.
I came. It was it. I was marking him as mine. Even if I couldn't see how much I was cumming, I could feel it was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. And my lion was taking it all like a man. Good boy. Again, he should get used to it. His fur acting like a sponge was now covered in an amazing amount of cum. The smell was bestial, it certainly was a first time he'll remember. I noticed how hard I was going on his and immediately stopped the clawing and biting, I just realized I might have hurt him. I just stayed like that, laying on him as my orgasm was still going. I don't remember the last time I came that much, that boy has some serious effect on me.
And that's where we are now. Him laying on his back, and me inside of him. We've tied. I claimed him as mine, and we were enjoying the afterglow, panting. I couldn't stop myself, I kissed his neck, his cheek, his cum-covered chest, his muzzle. I felt like I didn't want to stop. If a moment could last forever, let it be this one.
He smiled at me. That was enough to mean everything he thought. "Thanks, that was wonderful, I loved it, blablabla" that kind of crap, all these feelings and meanings just in a smile, in the most beautiful smile. The most beautiful cum-covered smile actually, but I guess it's part of its cuteness.
Now I wanted to give him a show this evening, remember?
-So, little guy, ready for a third round?
His eyes widened.