Burning. Liquid fire in her veins. Pain. Desperation.
An old soul, an inhuman soul, trapped in a body unprepared to deal with the heat cycle. This was worse than usual, however. In the presence of her chosen mate, with their marriage ceremony so near and their hearts brimming with the desire to start a family, her body was on fire. The heat had ravaged her for nearly a week, spurring them into a constant frenzy of sexual activities, but it wasn't enough.
As the male lies beside her, his hand stroking absently through her dark curls, she makes a low whining sound deep in her throat. "What is it?" he questions, knowing the answer before he even looks to see the lust in her caramel eyes. "I need you in me," she whimpers, voice raspy and breathless, her throat having been stretched to its limits by his cock a dozen times already that day. He just shakes his head, tugging on her hair a bit before returning his attention to the television show.
With her heat pushing her into a deep, serene kind of submission she meekly returns to stroking his cock in silence, unwilling to upset him by pushing the topic. After a few more moments, however, she grows bored, and leans down to take the head into her mouth. Growling approval, he pushes her head down until she's gasping around his member, eagerly running her tongue over the veiny surface and bobbing her head. His hips begin to thrust, pushing his cock further into her mouth as she moans around the velvety flesh, all too eager to please. He enjoys her mouth, using it for his own pleasure until he blows his load, shooting a few thick ropes of cum down her throat and holding her there until she taps his leg weakly, a silent beg for breath.
Pleased with the service, he pushes at her side, signaling for her to roll over and present herself to him. She moves quickly to her knees and elbows, her head tilted back so that he can hear her sounds and grab her hair with no difficulty, her back arched to present her ass and dripping pussy so that he can use her. As soon as he's behind her she's wiggling her butt, rocking back against him with little whimpers of need until he plunges his cock into her soaking cunt, causing her to nearly scream in relief. Only with his thick member plunging into her did the fire coursing through her lessen to a comfortable level of heat, allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure of being fucked.
Whimpering breathlessly she grinds back into him, until his fist wraps around her hair and she lets out a needy whine. The sound resonates with him, striking a primal note somewhere deep in his brain. He knew what she was – his precious "wolfy" on most days, his needy little cumslut on days like this when the heat overtook her. Normally he was content to pet her and accept her animalistic sounds without comment or much interest, but in this moment the beast clicked within him. Growling fiercely, he digs his fingers into her hips with no care as to whether or not he'll bruise her milky flesh as he begins thrusting into her with such force that she can do little more than moan and whimper in pure delight.