Pretty Plaything

She gave me a hateful look but leaned up to slip them down behind her legs.

Soon the table was shaking on both sides. From her hand pushing into her between her thighs and me pounding between her breasts.

When I was close to spilling again, I withdrew from her breasts and pushed her bottom jaw down to shove myself in her warm little mouth. Dumping my seed deep into her throat as I gripped the back of her head to drive her face down on it.

She flailed and pounded the table in her struggle to get off.

I laughed at her and let her go. "Lay back down and open yourself for me."

"I hate you!"

"So you've said. Obey me."

She leaned up to part her lips. Her ankles still dutifully hooked around the table legs.

I caught her hips and scooted them back over the edge of the table so she was lined up where I could drive into her.

I plowed in. Feeling her furthest opening stretching to accommodate my growing excitement.

She screeched and arced up against the pain.

"Take it!" I roared.

"My Magus..." She begged. "You're hurting me."

I was hammering into her like an axe trying to tear down a tree. Uncaring that she hurt.

I hurt for years. I grabbed the hair at the back of her head and held her arced up as she was. I liked the way the curve of her back looked.

And it added pressure to where her belly was pinned down on the table. Compressing me inside her. I knew it intensified how I'd feel inside her. Making everything seem like more for her.

"Take it." I grated. Holding her hips down to the table with my other hand as I bruised her entrance, straining to get deeper into her. "You like it, don't you?"

"My Magus..." She cried. "It hurts."

That only made me angrier. Meaner. "You hurt me nearly every eve for a decade. Taunting me, teasing me. Now you're going to give me tonight for each of the times you denied me."

"I can't! I can't! It's too many."

"You will." I grunted as I thrust into her. So hard the table was rocking. A metal cup on one corner clattering every time I drove into her.

"Ouch." She whimpered.

I reached up and cupped her breast. Feeling it flopping into my palm as I moved in her. Her hair still gripped in my fist.

Her hands flailed as if to fight me off.

"Put them on the table." I barked. Loving how she had to instantly obey me. "Now tell me how good it feels."

"So good!" She cried. Sobbing between. "Like you're ripping me apart. You're so hard. I'm going to be so sore. I want more. I want to feel you over and over again. Give it to me harder, My Magus. Hurt me!"

I did. I did all of those things. I wanted to devour her. I was ready to seed in her already but decided to prolong it. Loving how her thighs shook as I bruised them with mine. Hearing her hips smacking the edge of the table.

I let go of her breast and pushed between her shoulder blades to bend her back over. Curling my hips up to get a better angle. Knowing she was pinched over the table, so it'd rub the back of her, near her spine.

She yelped.

But it only made me more excited. When finally, I did expel into her I laid over her back and told her. "This is mine now. I own you like the good little she-wolf you are. I'm going to possess this all night. And when I'm done, you'll never again taunt me."

"I can't take anymore My Magus! You've filled me to brimming!"

I loved hearing that. "We'll see about that."

I flipped her over onto her back and folded her knees up against her chest.

"p-p-please...."

I laughed at her. Already hard again. My cock insatiable under the Mating Moon. I took her again. Leaning over her so she could feel my whole body as I thrust into her. I gripped her cheeks and made her look at me. Watching her eyes widen every time I slammed into her. Watching her lovely breasts bouncing up toward her chin every rough thrust.

Eventually I cupped them so I could feel them doing it into my hand as I rode her in a wild rhythm.

"I'm so sore, Magus."

"Good." I grinned mercilessly. "We're not even half done. The Mating Moon hasn't even fully rose yet."

She sobbed again.

I rode her like a rutting stag. Flexing into her and pushing her legs down. "You feel that?" I asked her. Panting between each surge. "That's the feel of a man planted in you. In that tiny hole you've been withholding. Now you've been mounted like a good little she-wolf."

She whimpered.

"Do it again." I said into her ear. "I like hearing you beg." I slammed into her in short strokes.

Making her give a long low groan at the violent intensity. Finally, I tossed my head back, exulted as I came burrowed into her womb.

"You're a woman and you'll begin receiving me like one. Rather than teasing like a wanton. Do you understand me?"

She nodded fearfully. Her body was covered in sweat. Breasts shining. And her raven hair damp around her face and down over the table to the floor. Extraordinarily long as it was.

I wanted more of her already. Her whole body slick was even more tempting. It seemed like I couldn't get in her deep enough to sate my hunger for her.