Chapter 211: My Seed In You [R18]

Chapter 211: 211: My Seed In You [R18]

Ayra’s breaths were intense as she opened her eyes. She let her eyes run over the wolf before her, admiring his muscular build on her, letting her thoughts run wild.

She let her eyes run down from his abs to the bulge between his legs. He had grown big down there, and she couldn’t possibly imagine how thick it could be.

But she let her hands play, breathing heavily as her hands moved down his bulge, feeling it while she bit her lower lip. "You’re already so hard down there..."

Commander Lynn’s breath grew heavy as he began stripping. "Ayra..." He breathed as his loincloth fell.

His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, already flushed dark and leaking at the tip. "Can you...?" He didn’t finish his words; his eyes did the talking, and Ayra understood.

She sat up and gently went to her knees in front of him with a teasing smile on her face. "You asked for it..."

He looked down at her with those burning eyes, one hand gently cupping the side of her face as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. "Here I come."

The first slow sink of her lips over the head made his breath catch. She hummed around him and took more, tongue pressing firmly along the underside while one hand wrapped around the base she couldn’t yet fit.

"Delicious..." Ayra worked him with long, wet strokes—sliding almost all the way off so only the tip remained between her lips, then sinking down again until her nose brushed the soft fur at his groin.

"Ah..." He pressed his eyes shut, pleasure burning through his muscles in sweat.

Saliva slicked him thoroughly. She hollowed her cheeks on every upward pull, twisted her hand in counter-rhythm, and occasionally pulled off just long enough to lick a slow stripe from base to tip before swallowing him down again.

His hands carefully carded through her hair. Low growls spilled from his throat. She could feel him swelling against her tongue, the first warning pulses that meant he was close. She kept going, sucking harder, faster, determined to push him right to the edge.

Ayra took him in too deep and hot with her suck, taking him so deep that his hips jerked. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

"Ah..." He stopped her with a gentle but firm grip on her hair, pulling free with a wet sound. "Not yet," he rasped. "Want it to be inside you when I finish." He said in a low groan, "I want you to carry my seed..."

The thrill of having him warming up inside her filled her stomach as Ayra climbed back onto the bed and lay down, spreading her legs wide for him.

Lynn followed, settling between her thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against her entrance. For a heartbeat he just looked at her—eyes locked, both of them breathing hard.

"May I...?" His voice was low and anxious. And Ayra was surprised that even in such an intense cage of pleasure, this wolf was still being polite.

"I’m all yours..." Ayra teased him with a smile before he groaned, his eyes dropping before he pushed in.

The stretch was intense. He filled her slowly, inch by careful inch, until he was buried to the hilt and she was gasping at the fullness.

He stayed still for a moment, forehead pressed to hers, giving her time to adjust. Then he began to move. "I’m going in now..."

"Mmmm..." Ayra moaned.

Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged every ridge of him against her inner walls. She wrapped her legs around his waist and met him, hips rising to take him deeper.

The wet sound of their bodies coming together filled the den. He kissed her again—messy, open-mouthed—while he fucked her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her hip to hold her exactly where he wanted her.

When she clenched around him he growled into her mouth and thrust harder. She felt every thick inch of him, the way the head kissed her deepest point on every downward stroke, the way his body ground against her clit when he was fully inside.

He shifted angle slightly and she cried out—pleasure sharp and sudden. He kept that angle, pounding into her with steady, powerful strokes until she was shaking, nails digging into the fur of his back.

The coil inside her snapped. She came hard around him, pulsing and clenching, moaning his name against his throat. But Lynn fucked her through it, never slowing, drawing the orgasm out until she was oversensitive and trembling.

The wolf was indeed feeling needy and intense tonight, and it showed.

"Are... are you okay...?" His tone was husky. "Can you handle it?"

"Don’t stop..." Ayra gasped. "Ah yes... please don’t... don’t stop." She felt like exploding within.

A dark grip spread through Lynn’s face as he muttered, "Then take all the heirs I can offer..." His thrusts turned deeper, more urgent.

A raw growl tore from his chest as he buried himself to the root and came, hot pulses flooding her in thick waves. He kept moving through it, shallow and grinding, emptying everything he had inside her until the last shudder left him.

"Ah..." A soft gasp escaped him as he collapsed onto her, careful even in exhaustion not to crush her completely.

His weight was warm and heavy, the thick hot wet muscles of his chest and stomach soft against her bare skin.

He stayed buried inside her, still twitching with aftershocks, face tucked against her neck as their breathing slowly synced.

Then one of his hands found hers and laced their fingers together against the bed. Neither of them moved for a long time. They stayed like that, breathing in each other’s warm embrace.

"I like this position... like this..." He said in a low growl. "Let’s stay like this for a while..."

Ayra smiled, her arms around him. "No problem..."

They stayed in that silence, warm in each other for a while as Commander Lynn leaned his head down to her stomach, letting his ears move through her stomach.