Sleepy Sunday Morning
Wed be spooning, I'd lean back against you while you played with me, fingering me gently, lazily, stroking my get spot, rubbing my clit, maybe whispering in my ear until I trembled and came, holding me close as I slept, waking me with your hard cock spreading my lips and stretching me open, soft moans passing my lips, eyes fluttering, your fingers groping and caressing my breasts, pinching and rolling the soft pink nipples, kissing my neck as you filled me to the brim and stretched me open around your cock, withdrawing slowly, steadily thrusting back in, gripping my hip as I squeezed tightly around you, whimpering and pushing my ass back against you, begging for more.
Consensual non Consent
It was a warm August Saturday night, the moon was full and you were at work. I had showered, shaved and was stretched out in bed, sleeping under a thin sheet in a tank top and panties. The window was open to the balcony, a warm breeze blowing. A shadow appeared on the floor, and silently made it's way across the hardwood from the balcony to the bed. It was silent for a moment, and suddenly I was dragged from under the blankets, hands pulled behind my back, wrists bound tightly but comfortably, I started to scream until a hard cock was forced into my mouth, a hand gripped my hair and held a steady pressure, a voice whispering "be a good girl and you won't get hurt" as the cock was pumped in and out of my mouth, I could only see the moonlight glinting in the intruders eyes, and I began to suck, and lick knowing there was no way out.
His hands tore at my shirt, ripping it, my breasts heaving as I continued to suck, the rough hands pinched and rolled my soft pink nipples. I moaned around his cock as he withdrew it, rolling me onto my back, forcing my legs apart as he drug me to the edge of the bed, his mask moving as he smirked and chuckled at the moonlight glinting on the evidence of my excitement. He roughly rubbed my clit, making my hips jerk and back arch.
The cotton panties were roughly torn away and the head of his cock was rested at my opening, he gripped my jaw with one hand, a breast with the other and spoke "you're going to love this you dirty little slut, I know you dream about a man who'd take you whenever he wanted, and I'm going to do just that" as he forced every inch of his cock inside me and I cried out, bucking my hips into his.
He began to fuck me, rough, fast and hard. I stretched around him as his words sank in and I realized who the intruder was. As he fucked me tears of joy filled my eyes, and I began to respond to the act of being taken like a common slut, by someone who loved me, and as you reached your climax and pumped me full of cum, I came with you.
Possessed
I sat quietly in a thicket, watching the wolves, engrossed in their seasonal mating rituals. The musky smell of pheromones filled the air, as did the odor of ripped soil and spilled semen. The alpha had mounted one of the females, his jaws locked on her neck as he roughly fucked and bred her. The glint of a rifle sight escaped my notice until the cracking of a stick behind me made me spin around to see a man in camouflage and a rifle barrel pointed at me, in steady hands.
I looked into his eyes and he spoke, "Why are you here? These wolves are protected under federal law, no one is allowed near their den." His voice was rough, it matched his appearance, dark eyes, beard, and wind-blown hair. "I have permission from park services to observe their mating rituals for the next few days. I am observing with no contact and no interference." my voice was breathy and startled, face flushed and hot squeezing my thighs together to ease the aching pressure that had begun when the wolves had started. His eyes glinted and his nostrils flared, and he spoke as he lowered the barrel of the rifle, "I can smell you. I've spent enough time with these wolves to know the pheromones of a bitch in heat." His face twisted into a smirk and his eyes glittered with lust.
I watched his face and spoke, a smile forming, "I bet you have a wonderful understanding of the lupine mating ritual. I know the act is primal and brutal, simply for the pleasure of the male and to breed the female. I've been watching them all morning, and I cannot stop wishing for a man to fuck me that way." He propped his rifle against a small sapling and crouched, stepping into the brush, he spoke, "So little lady, you want me to claim you as my mate, to fill your tight little cunt with my hard cock and pump you full of cum? You want me to bend you over after I mark your body with hickies so every being knows you belong to me. You want me to dominate, claim and use you as my private little fuck toy until you can walk?" I felt the crotch of the jeans I was wearing get damp, and I breathlessly replied, "Yes, that's exactly what I want." He came closer, and I smelled the musk, not the musk of the wolves, but the musk of the man, the pheromone that made my pussy soak itself and my knees weak. I did not move when he reached for me.
When he ripped the cotton t-shirt I was wearing and sliced the straps of my bra and pulled it away, I didn't move when he yanked my jeans off my hips and cut my lace panties. My face was flushed, my breasts heaving, dripping wet in anticipation as I lay naked in the brush with this man looming over me, muscles rippling as he stroked his hard cock and looked at me. He leaned over me, lacing his fingers in my long hair, holding my head back, kissing me roughly, trailing kisses and bites from my lips down my neck to my shoulders, marking me with his teeth. The sound of the wolves fucking rang in our ears as he moved lower, marking each supple breast with bites, sucking and licking, moving down to my thighs, biting each before inhaling deeply, the air thick with pheromones, and burying his face between my thighs. My hips rose from the ground as I whimpered and cried, his tongue spreading my lips and tasting my cream, teeth nibbling at my clit, until I'm bucking and begging to be fucked. He rises onto his knees, face wet, eyes full of savage lust, and urges me onto my hands and knees, facing the mating wolves. The entry is sudden and swift, his cock spreading, stretching and filling me to my limit, hands gripping my hips. I watched as the alpha mounted another female, and the scent of the man's musk filled my nose, sending me into a primal frenzy. I pushed back against him with each brutal thrust, his nails digging into my skin one hand gripping my hair, the other a breast. As I came, over and over again on his cock, he continued to fuck me, roughly, deeply, with every intention of filling my womb with seed. One final thrust, the tip kissing my womb and he filled me, and it ran out onto the ground when he released me. He was gone before I could rise from the ground, and the wolves had gone to den. I was alone, surrounded by musky air, dripping evidence of my possession.
Ravaged by a Savage
It was a warm August evening, I was walking through the woods, the leaves were falling softly, and the sun glinted in my long brown hair and striking blue eyes.
It was quiet, my simple cloth dress brushing against foliage as I moved, mocassins silent on the forest floor, twin braids swaying with my hips as I walked.
