Wolf Shifter Rome Yes Or Red

Your voice is a broken plea, trembling and raw. "Pleasepleaseplease." The words are nothing more than a breathless whine under the weight of your desperation. Tears cling to your lashes, then spill over, hot and salty as they streak down your cheeks. You can feel the familiar, salty sting on your tongue when your swollen lips part with another cry. "Rome-" His name claws its way up your throat, then fades among your labored breathing. "Please."

The shifter looms above you. His broad frame cages you against the bed. His gaze is sharp and calculating as he watches each twitch and flutter of your body. "You know what I want to hear," he says, nuzzling his black nose behind your ear. "Just say it, Y/N," he urges you softly, amused. He shifts his hips forward, pressing them against your backside in a firm but teasing motion. "Just say what I want to hear, and you get what you want."

Your flushed skin is damp, glinting under the dim light with a thin layer of sweat. You are right in the middle of the bed, face buried in the tangled mess of sheets that reek of the scent of your mixed desires. Your arms strain, and your wrists sore from the firm hold of the robes binding them tightly to your ankles. Your back arches instinctively, hips raised in the air, leaving you bare and vulnerable to his predatory gaze. Your muscles stretch, and every shallow breath you take presses your chest further into the mattress.

"But-" Whatever you want to say dies on your tongue. Your words dissolve into a needy, pathetic whimper. "Rome-"

Your core clenches around his cock. Your cunt, swollen and overly sensitive, throbs and drools around his thick length. Your warm, slick walls flutter around him, pleading for the friction you so desperately need. He is soaked in your slickness, and you are covered in the mess of his cum. You can feel it drip down on your thighs, smearing all over your skin.

"Say it," he snarls above you. The rumble of his demand rolls across your spine, leaving you breathless. His chest presses against your back, the hard plates of his muscles following the arch of your back. "You pretty pussy is begging," he says. His breath is warm on the side of your face. "Give her what she wants." You can see his paw-like hand gripping onto the sheets, his fingers curl into the fabric as if wanting to tear it apart.

"I can't-" you cry out, sniffing. Every maddening grind of his hips pushes you deeper into your delirium. Your sight is blurry from the tears soaking your cheeks.

"Of course you can," Rome replies, keeping you stretched firmly around his cock. "Just say yes," he huffs. His muscles are taut from the force he keeps himself from pounding into you. "It would be so easy, Y/N," he coaxes. "Why are you punishing your pussy, huh? With your silly stubbornness." Straightening himself, the shifter pulls out of you, and you sniff again, louder as you try to follow him until his hands grab onto your hips, stopping you from moving. Without the warmth of his fur around you, you feel cold, shivering at the loss of him.

Rome started tormenting you when you laughed about his idea of you moving in with him. Carelessly, you said it would be too soon. Before you knew it, you were on your knees, wrists tied to your ankles. At first, you didn't worry about it. His tongue over your slick folds was too much to think about anything else. He ate you out like a starving man, feasting on your wetness until you were ready to fall over the edge, but then, he stopped. He replaced his mouth with his fingers. He stretched you out with one, two, three fingers while tapping over your clit, drawing small, teasing circles over the sensitive bud. When you still didn't budge, he positioned himself at your entrance, filling you up with his cock over and over again. During the last hour, he came inside you repeatedly, painting your quivering, aching insides with his seed until it started pooling onto the sheets between your spread legs.

At this point, your sensitive pussy is a mess of dripping arousal, and yet, he didn't let you cum even once. Every time you got close, he stopped, letting you fall back from the edge just to start it all over again.

You can feel the head of his cock gliding across your slit. Rome taps at your clit, watching your hip buck from the mix of pain and pleasure. Your arms tense as you try to get out of your restraints, but you don't even have enough strength to move more than an inch. A loud sniff rolls through your body, and for a second, Rome stops everything.

"You know your safeword, right?" The wolf asks quietly, watching every tremble of your body that can tell him that you are at your limits.

"It's red," you reply quietly.

"That's a good girl," he praises. "You know there is no out of this otherwise." His voice drops a few octaves as he presses his cock against your weeping pussy once again. He gathers his cum that escaped your used hole only to push it inside you again. He barely slips inside you, but he can already feel the tight ring of your muscles as you try to keep him there. "Say yes or say red, but there is no other option for you today."

For a long, tense second, none of you say anything. Rome waits for your reply while you try to gather at least one coherent thought under the thick fog of your mind. But there is nothing else for you to say, is there?

"Fine," you gasp. "Yes! I will move in with you! Please, Rome- Yesyesyes!"

The shifter slides inside you with one swift thrust of his hips, pushing out his own release in the process. You can feel his cum drip down across your slit as he starts to pound into you. His long fingers dig into the plush curve of your hips to keep you in place. His hold is bruisingly tight. His cock slams into your depth, balls slapping against your clit. The mixed sound of your hiccuping cries and his feral snarls fill the room, and the wooden frame of the bed thuds against the wall with each powerful buck of his hips.

"That's it," he growls above. "Let me give that pussy what she wants. Good girl."

With every stroke of his cock, you wheeze and moan as you feel your orgasm barreling down from the pit of your stomach. Your vision blurs, and the tight, burning knot in your stomach finally snaps, making you tense and then melt against the bed when the world falls apart around you. You clench around Rome's cock, throbbing and fluttering from the force of your climax washing over you in thick waves. The wet sound of him pushing inside you completely, only to plaster your walls with his seed one more time, rings in your ears. You can feel him pulsing and twitching, every warm spurt of his own release ripples across your spine. He pumps into you over and over again until there is nothing left, and your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion that takes over you within a few seconds.

"Now." You hear him humming under his breath. You feel his claws snapping the ropes around your tingling limbs as he adjusts you across the bed, massaging your sore muscles and caressing your heated skin. "Sleep while I pack your things."

"Rome-" your voice is nothing more than a hoarse whisper, and no matter how much you fight it, you can't make yourself to open your eyes or say anything more.

"Sleep," he says, pressing his lips to your forehead. "I will take care of everything else.