I climbed out of bed and yawned softly. Wearing a pair of high end shorts and a loose fitting band shirt, I stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. I paused for just a moment to see if I disturbed Sarah, but I didn't hear anything. When I was certain she was still asleep, I walked toward the living room and open kitchen layout.
Nothing appeared out of place, but I walked over to the living room and turned on the one lamp that we had next to the sectional couch. I took a seat on the end of the couch and waited quietly for a few moments. I drew in a deep breath, thinking maybe that I dreamed the thump and that it didn't happen. Another ten minutes went by in complete silence before I thought about going back to bed, but I decided to ask.
"Master, are you here?" I was so certain that he had summoned me. Soon after I spoke, the sound of a trilling purr vibrated against my chest and I looked over at the stairs leading up to the second floor. Stepping out of the shadows was Master, in the shape of the beast I first encountered. The Glawackus. I smiled softly as the mutated breed of mutt and feline padded over to me on its backward tucked legs and front human arms.
"Hello, Master." I said, biting my lip. The Glawackus dipped his head in a nod to me and my arousal was stirring in my womb. I pressed my lips together and shifted my hands beneath the waist of my shorts and panties. Pushing them down my smooth legs, I kicked them off to the side, and then lifted my shirt off over my head. Tossing it to the end of the couch, I crawled down from the sectional on all fours and felt so wicked.
God, what I was letting happen was so wrong to the outside world, and yet that ramped up my desire to be humped. A creature like this stirred a need between my thighs and I approached him with a nuzzle, regressing my behavior to that of a she-wolf. I craned and rubbed my neck around his. I sat up and shoved him back a little bit, raking his back playfully with my nails. Master wagged his poofy tail and happily started shoving back and toying with me in the middle of the living room floor. I giggled and followed his figure when he was circling around me, playing hard to get as it was clear he wanted to try and mount.
He jumped up on my front and I laughed when I fell backward. I felt the light brush of his twisted tubed boner against my hip, and I thought it was good fun that he was in this lesser form once more. It put me at ease for the task that was at hand. He sharply huffed with an annoyed groan on the end of his breath, his front arms more persistent with trying to lock around my frame.
Taking his cue, and not wanting to upset him, I leaned forward from my sitting position to rest on my hands and knees. Master quickly snared my waist from behind, panting turbulently from his canine maw while he rooted with his hungry tip until he was in.
"Ah! (gasp)" Master's fur lined arms hugged around my frame and I panted deeply through the swift canine rutting that his hips clapped against my backside. My breasts fluttered back and forth like pendulums beneath me, and the light in the room darkened when I could sense an Eldritch presence arrived, just like the first time Master mounted me like this.
My eyes slid open and I knew that I was safe, despite witnessing that a growing shadow was surrounding the living room. I sensed several pairs of eyes looking over my naked figure as I let the Glawackus breed with me. I dropped my head and moaned every few moments, letting my audience know that I liked this. That I wanted this. Every second could be counted with at least four or five full thrusts from Master's lesser form, and the heat that pooled around our bodies formed sweat along the soft curves of my locked frame.
I tried to be quiet so that I didn't wake up Sarah. Master's virility was incredible, maintaining the pace he had to the point that the floor was wet beneath our slippery union. Time was lost to me, but I knew if it was anything like the cave, I was going to be here until the sun was rising. Master's maw opened and he was huffing from deep in his belly. It was different. I didn't know how long we had been fucking, but I could feel him swelling inside of me, stretching every textured wall of my chasm. His urgence was noticeable when his knot was ballooning, and its sharp invasion of my sex was not delicate.
"Mmm!" I winced and clammed up beneath him. The first harsh lunges of his hips were steered toward that one goal. He whimpered and growled next to my right ear. His backward feet planted further up to give him leverage and Master's knot was pushing my labia inward. That was one problem. He felt larger than before, like the size of an orange, and that was the other problem. He was just so horny that he couldn't control his own motions, let alone secure his knotting in this way.
"Master, maybe," I panted, "maybe the couch will help?" He snarled and climbed off of me to accept the suggestion. I didn't take time to recover. While I was breathing heavily, I moved quickly to the chaise lounge of the sectional couch and settled on the edge of it. I laid back against my arms and bowed my legs out as Master followed over toward me.
The cushion deflated beneath me enough that he was in perfect alignment, although I had forgotten that his back legs could compensate for height. I laid flat for a few seconds to free my hands. My fingertips spread my labia for the ease of his re-entry. Master didn't hesitate and arched over my relaxed frame, rooting around for my tight folds.
"Yes!" I moaned out in relief and dropped my head back when Master was barreling inside of me. I whined in my throat, my breathing deeper from the angle of our new position rubbing his hard, petal tip across the ceiling of my vaginal wall. The living room filled with the sound of Master's groin smacking against my thighs and the cries of pleasure I couldn't keep quiet. Fuck, this was so hot. I raised my hands up to sweep and squeeze under my breasts, opening my eyes to an inky, swirling darkness that was closing all around the two of us.
Otherworldly witnesses observed Master railing me on the chaise lounge, feeling close enough to soak in my growing arousal and taste my breaths between every moan. I could tell that the union between Master and I was growing his power and perhaps that was the point of the breeding. I didn't think of any consequence from this, given that my future was secured so long as I was obedient to my contract with him.
"Oh! (gap) Oh, yes, Master! (gasp) Yes, Master! (gasp) Ah! (gasp) Ah! (gasp) Oh! (gasp) Oh my god!" Because we had a pause, Master took longer this time around for his pleasure to build and his knot to swell again. I stretched my hands behind me to clutch at a throw pillow and groaned from my collapsing belly. My knees that were bowed out and hinging in the air by my feet planted on the edge of the couch were shaking.
Master's long and canine tongue slipped out and lapped at my swirling breasts, huffing rhythmically from his snout, dauntless toward his aching need. Though, my own need was rising quickly, and I was unable to stop it at the angle and pace we were going.
"Ohhh! (gasp) Oh, god, Master! (gasp) Yes! (gasp) Yes! (gasp) Yes! (gasp) Yes, yes-yes-yes-yes!" My bent thighs wobbled and Master continued his swift rutting against my sex. The sudden surge that spread through my pelvis ached, then clenched my muscles.
"Aaauuuh! (gasp) Aaauuuuh! (gasp) Aaaauuuuuooohhh God! (gasp) Oh fuuuuuck!" I came hard, crying out in the living room and my body snapping against the chaise lounge. I pulsed around Master's cock, and god, I loved everything about this. Even with it being my duty to open my legs for this beast, it was not a dreadful task at all. I locked my legs around his lower half undulating past my slit gloved around his dual-muscled cock.
Like before, when the solid purple base of his pride started to fill with blood, the swell of his knot was pale, almost white with a netted bundle of veins raised off the smooth surface. He snarled and halted his furious pace to try and force his knot between my curling labia. I hissed in a breath and winced, but knew I needed to help. Master was so excited, so swollen at the reality of having a breeding slave. He did say that it had been centuries.
My fingers quickly unfurled my wet slit and Master impatiently seized his hips against my sex. Without the hindering tuck, the stretch of my sexual folds were painfully pulled around him.
"Aaow!" I tensed up, but clenched the edge of the cushion to hold myself in place and stop myself from shoving Master away from me. I whimpered at every urgence of Master's throbbing orb inching its way in. He was so turned on at the thought of mounting a human slave. My body filled with painful, searing heat from my stretched vaginal opening, a jolt running through my breasts with every demanding rush of Master's hips until my labia closed around his breeding sphere. He purred from his chest and relaxed his weight on top of me.
The next hour of the night continued with the locked jittering of our bodies. Then, as painful as it was, Master punched his huge knot in and out of my opening until he was able to bury himself from tip to bulb effortlessly. My right leg was pressed down against the chaise lounge with his furred hand at the back of my knee, and my left leg was draped over the haunch of his leg. Master had me fully spread and howling in pleasure beneath him. My hair was damp with sweat and my throat was gritty from the thread of open-mouthed wailing that I shouted into the living room during that first hour.
I hoped Sarah forgave me if I woke her. Master had his demands I had to meet and the next hour was passing by with another orgasm clamping around his twisted, knotty bone. We fucked for so long that I could hear the sound of birds chirping past the windows with the tint of morning blue brightening the outside. His virility for sex was much longer than our first time. The creases of my inner thighs were sore, and every breath and moan was shuddering from my tired lungs. I felt like I was ready to tap out and I collapsed against the couch. My body was dead weight against the cushion. Knowing that it was close to three hours that Master pounded me, he slowed to a stop and huffed cool breaths over my glistening chest from his snout.
He nudged my chin and I opened my eyes to look up at him.
"I can't. I can't, Master. I'm so tired." I whispered.
His hands tucked behind my knees and he pushed my body to fold in half beneath him. The next few minutes, Master dropped his balls against my ass until he was growling from his chest and then howled into the darkened living room as he came. His tip was rooted up against my cervix, and the pulse of his swollen pride filled my womb.
The sound of the bedroom door opened and my eyes raised up toward the back of the couch, hearing a pair of footsteps approaching the living room. Sarah was awake, and she paused just above us wickedly grinding on the couch, looking down at me with a warm, tired grin.
