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It’s that time of the month again…
Shane breathes in deeply with his eyes fluttering close, hands outstretched he can feel the pull of his muscles, then he takes a step wider for more balance, sinking slowly towards the yoga mat on the bottom. With a mantra of focus he attempts to reason with his biology; wanting to not feel the jittery heat on his skin, the quick pace of his heartbeat and the pulse between his legs. He knows better than to give into his needs and for fucks sake this need happens every month—
It’s great being a bunny hybrid with enhanced hearing abilities and agility that makes everyone envious of him, honestly Shane wouldn’t have it any other way but the horniness though…
The need and want to be folded in half and fucked out of his brains every other second is rather difficult to live with especially when he’s young and hormonal. He did his research, no amount of meds or suppressants will work on him because unfortunately wanting to be bred is a fixed trait with no solutions. It sounds crazy. It is crazy. However, it’s not all a lost cause, a lot of people like him have the same experiences and there’s articles and forums dedicated to the topic. They can’t eliminate it but they can curb it with many relaxation ways like meditation, reading, knitting, pottery, anything that keeps their mind focused on something else and not the heat between.
Meditation and yoga works the best for Shane, plus, stretching is good for him anyway so it feels like a win-win.
With another deep breath in, he feels more himself and less the animal inside him.
Everything’s fine, focus—
The door slams open making Shane jolt in place, eyes snapping to the sound as the peace falls apart around him. Barging in with a large bag over his shoulders is none other than Ilya Rozanov, Shane’s roommate. The Russian blonde is gorgeous; wide shoulders, bulging muscles over that sleeveless tee, tall with thick thighs and lean calves, messy blonde curls with two pointy wolf ears to match and of course, a large fluffy tail wagging behind him.
If Shane’s biology is gasoline, then Ilya is the spark that sets him aflame.
Everything about the Alpha male is dangerously close to Shane’s type and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, Ilya is actually a very sweet, smart and fun young man despite his rather asshole-y outward persona, on the other hand, he’s so perfect he could have anyone, he wouldn’t want Shane Hollander so why hasn’t Shane clocked that in his head yet? Why does he find the need to lick his lips and fidget just because Ilya has returned from God knows where.
“You’re back… early.” He says in a deadpan voice, hiding the annoyed tone because Ilya being home means Shane will not be able to focus on anything except his face, his voice, his lips, his hands, his chest, his thighs, his ass, his everything.
“No water supply at gym, something cut off and stupid reason.” Ilya waves it off, dropping the duffle bag on the floor, kicking the door behind before he very easily grabs the back of his shirt and yanks it up to strip himself of it.
Shane’s eyes bulge out, he almost falls out but quickly stands up from the pose with his legs firmly pressed together. He has seen Ilya shirtless many times before but during his pre-heat? Never. Shane would never risk that shit. That’s why he planned meticulously around the calendar and yet the world has dropped or more like served the Russian Alpha shirtless and sweat-soaked in front of his hungry eyes?
“Terrible. Everybody complaining.” Ilya makes a face and starts talking but Shane has zoned out completely, his eyes are just on that greek-statue body; Ilya’s pecs are huge, the lined rows of his 6 packs are perfect, the harsh lines like a pointing arrow to his cock and of course, the dust of his happy trail. Shane feels fresh wet slick drip out of him and embarrassment washes over. He wills himself to turn away, physically unable to bear Ilya’s perfection while the blonde continues yapping about other people.
The bunny counts to 10, thinks of random facts he saw on NatGeo the other day, replays his last vacation trip in his head but all of it stops when he realizes it’s silent now. Ilya has stopped talking, Shane turns, confused and wondering if the man is even there or if he somehow yapped himself to the showers and left his roommate there with a crisis.
Ilya is indeed there but his eyes are fixed at Shane and his jaw is slightly ajar.
“W-what?” Shane feels insecure under that hot gaze. His words seem to snap something in Ilya because the wolf sucks in a breath, moving again as if he wasn’t frozen before, “...Your tail is out.” He states the obvious and Shane being Shane twists to see even though he knows for a fact that his bunny tail is out.
“Uh… yeah… otherwise it’ll be uncomfortable when I’m stretching.” He explains, a light blush creeping up his face. Shane usually hides his tail in his loose fitting pants but he does have a few bottoms with curated holes meant for the tails, heck, Ilya has his tail out all the time, this isn’t special or anything.
“It’s twitching.”
“D-don’t mind that… I just… stretched really well.”
“Okey.”
Ilya suddenly rushes off to the bathroom leaving Shane to believe he fucked up another conversation between them. No time to beat himself up though, he needs to hide in his room right fucking now before he combusts on the floor. Shane moves with precision and speed, rolling up the mat, rearranging the furniture back to its original spot before he runs to his room, slams the door, locks it (double checks) and then shoves his hand inside his tight sport pants.
Ilya!
His brain automatically screams the moment his fingers pressed against the wet folds of his pussy, quick rubs in succession of one another to gather slick on his fingers before he places all his attention on the clit. Shane’s legs spread wide, breathing heavy as he slips down the closed door, desperate for relief. When he closes his eyes he sees Ilya… his wet curls, his smile, that stupid smirk, the roll of his eyes, his wide shoulders, his hand… long fingers…. Oh fuck, those fingers rubbing his clit in a torturing fashion. Ilya would say something naughty, probably about how wet he is… in that fucking Russian… hot accent… fuck… fuck… fuck…
You’re so wet, Hollander. Who’s my naughty bunny?
Shane couldn’t stop the squealing sound or the way his pussy pulse and spasms when he orgasms, head tilting back he knocks the door but the pain is dull thanks to the ecstasy in his veins. That was easy, too fucking easy. It’s the fucking hormones he blames but truthfully he knows it’s because of the wolf… it’s always because of Ilya. Ilya who has haunted his nights endlessly and made Shane think of a million intimate scenarios and fantasies. Ilya who is sweet to him in the daylight and a thoughtful considerate roommate in summary.
Ilya who is known to be a playboy and sleeps around with both men and women but won’t give the time of his day to Shane Hollander.
The same Ilya Rozanov.
Shame and guilt only creeps in post-orgasm and Shane feels every bit of it until he’s under the shower head and the water washes the feelings down the drain. It is not appropriate to dream of the wolf on top of him, kissing him, licking him, saying the dirtiest things to him and yet he can’t stop himself.
Maybe I need to get laid.
He needs to get it out of his system… somehow. Maybe getting fucked will sort things. He’ll realize it’s not Ilya he wants, it’s just anyone hot. What’s that term he learned recently? Something about falling in love due to close proximity. That’s it— anyone will do.
Shane slides a hand over his chest, feeling the wet droplets, with his eyes fluttering close again he tries to picture someone else, anyone else. His brows furrow, a blank face, random coloured hair, no sound, nothing. Maybe that one guy from the Business department? Or the barista from that coffee place?
Hollander.
His eyes snap open and now instead of guilt, he feels his heart ache at the thought of someone else. Shane curses softly in frustration, deciding to once again shove the problem in the back of his mind for another day to worry about. For now, he just washes up thoroughly and hopes there will be no more repeats.
It’s late in the night when Shane feels horny again and as easy as it is to just fantasize his roommate, he decides against it. He lays comfortably in bed, phone in hand and ready to use whatever porn website he can find. Despite his horniness, Shane’s pussy is also very fucking picky so he spent the first 20 minutes just scrolling for the ‘right’ kind of porn, only for him to realize he didn’t like any of the options given to him.
He thinks he’ll settle for a video that’s rated high by bunny hybrids but another title below catches his interest: Taking a wolf XXL knot for the first time (MESSY)
Keyword: Wolf connects to Ilya and Shane clicks on it without second guessing or understanding the rest of that title.
The video starts with terrible quality but didn’t have much talking so Shane could still sit through it, the couple in the screen made out sensually but seem very excited to keep going so it escalates to full nudity quite fast. There’s a lot of talk about ‘knots’ but Shane doesn’t know what that means and he assumes it’ll be revealed later on. He forgets about it when the sex starts, focusing on the wolf’s moans and grunts, wondering if Ilya would produce the same kind of sexy alluring sounds or if this is just porno.
It must feel good… Shane sits there and stares in envy, wishing he was the one getting some action. The sounds get sloppier, wilder as the camera shakes with every rough thrust until the wolf groans loudly and Shane can see the way the base of his cock expands.
What the fuck?
The pussy around the thick flesh streches obscenely around it, he can hear the cries of the other person, begging for more and also saying how it’s too fucking big and that they can’t handle anymore of it. Shane feels his mouth water, so much that he has to gulp down a lump.
And then the thought of Ilya Rozanov, naked, stroking his cock in hand and suddenly knots into it—
Shane force exits the page, heart pounding in his chest like a new door has opened for him. What does it feel like? Will it hurt? Why does it stretch like that? How does one prepare for it? How big does it get? Shane Hollander, a virgin with little real world knowledge about sex wants to take a knot… specifically, he wants his roommate's knot.
Down the rabbit hole he goes (no pun intended), when Shane finds something that interests him, he then has to do every little research about it. It starts off as always with a simple google search but slowly snowballs to videos, forums, reddits, and full blown educational articles. He spent the entire night reading about it and now knows more than ever that he really really really wants to experience it. It would scratch an inch in his horny bunny’s head— he needs that knot.
How should he get it? Arguably the best question so far.
He finds an old post online ‘I am in love with a wolf hybrid but he’s a bit distant and standoff-ish, how do I tell him I’m interested?’, some provide actual helpful advice while some simply say ‘If he’s an Alpha, just seduce him! Easiest thing ever, they think with their cocks.’ That made Shane wonder if he could do it. He knows he’s not bad looking and he keeps his body pretty fit too… it’s just… he’s not usually Ilya’s cup of tea.
Ilya’s type is probably someone fun, sexy, charming… someone who sways their body to the music, dances right into his arms and says something flirty to turn him on… someone with experience and not at all… what does Ilya like to say… boring.
The more he thinks about it, the more futile it seems.
Maybe this can be more physical?
Ilya likes people with good bodies and Shane has the height, the curves, the muscles.
He likes ass? Shane never misses a glute work-out.
He likes tits? Shane isn’t missing in that department either.
He likes pussy? Even fucking better.
Just one night. Just once to know what it feels like and it won’t be at all what he’s imagining, then he can move on… right?
With that solid thought in mind, Shane starts the day with an objective: get fucked by Ilya. He’s not the type to whore himself out but with the hormones peaking his urges, he’s desperate enough to dig up old shorts that are way too tiny for him and walk out the room with no shirt on. Yes, he’s not wearing any panties or boxers, if Ilya gets an eyeful of his pussy and wants to bend him over the counter, that would be ideal.
Truthfully he’s embarrassed, cheeks red and he’s certain his ears are too but he’s already half way out the hallway anyway, what has he got to lose? (Aside from pride and dignity)
His worries simmer down a little when Ilya catches sight of him and there’s no immediate response but his face tells it all. The blonde eyes him up and down, licks his lips and finally whistles, “What’s the occasion, Hollander?”
Shane doesn’t respond immediately, turns his back to the wolf so he can busy himself with breakfast while gathering some kind of composure making sure his voice doesn’t shake, “Just the heat…It’s hot isn’t it?” Simple. Easy. No further explanation.
“Yeah. It’s really hot.” Ilya mutters, somehow finding his way next to Shane to watch him do mundane stuff while he gives little comments on the weather and other things alike. Ilya always gives him his attention but this is different… this doesn’t feel casual, his words carry purpose and Shane likes that.
Every space he occupies, the wolf shares the area with his long blonde tail wagging back and forth like an excited puppy. Shane doesn’t even think he’s trying very hard but he’s happy that Ilya is acting up.
“Sooo… what are your plans for the day?”
“...Uh…” Shane did not think that far, he looks around and spots a book, “Reading.” he answers.
Ilya sticks his tongue out, making a typical noise of displeasure “Boring.”
“You don’t have to read with me.” Shane fights back, standing his ground and also testing to see if Ilya would follow him just to spend more time, and the wolf does exactly that, though he tries to dissuade him from reading and doing something more interesting like watching a movie or going out. The bunny plops himself on the sofa, instead of sitting still, he comfortably lays down on his chest, flipping the book in hand, “I’m just going to read.”
The specific position would keep his perky ass up for Ilya’s view and his face hidden so Shane can ‘calmly’ think of his next move and also hide his embarrassment of whoring himself out for the first time. He flips the page mindlessly, not caring about the printed letters and hoping this is convincing enough.
Behind him Ilya grumbles but takes the sofa seat next to him and toys with the remote. Shane can hear the flickering of channels and see the screen from his peripheral vision but pays no mind and instead slowly parts his legs and shifts his body as if he’s still trying to get comfortable. The shorts are tiny, he can feel the way they grip his crotch and stretch with every movement. If he moves just right, surely Ilya will be able to see his bare pussy.
As moments tick on, Shane is still shyly squirming every now and then but his confidence wavers with every passing second, he can hear the TV and Ilya’s breathing but with no way to visually confirm the Alpha’s interest, he’s left to his own devices.
“Hollander, your tail is fluffing again.” Ilya’s voice cuts through the silence, Shane curses internally because his tail always does this when he’s anxious. “...J-just a…. Intense part of the story.” he mumbles a lie, gulping down a lump in his throat and just praying Ilya will buy it without further question.
At least now he knows Ilya is staring at his butt… even if it’s because of his tail and not really his ass. The thought of it makes his skin grow hot again with every little movement setting his body aflame, there’s a slight need to rut against the sofa for some kind of short release, the tiny shorts doing nothing except cup his pussy perfectly. Shane can’t help it when he feels fresh slick wet the fabric, he swallows down the humiliation, lifts up one of his legs to really push his butt out and possibly stretches the shorts enough that he flashes Ilya.
Shane can feel the cold air on his pussy, part of it anyway so he knows what he’s doing but does Ilya—
He hears a strained tone of a word he doesn’t understand before there’s a dull thud of something hitting the floor and then the sofa he’s on dips with Ilya’s weight. The wolf straddles him, a growl just rumbling in his chest “You’re doing this on purpose. Why?”
“...Why what?”
He plays dumb, wrong move.
Ilya’s hand comes up swiftly and then a loud smack rings in his ear, Shane can feel the stinging slap on his right ass cheek. He barely bites back a moan when the wolf starts accusing him of all sorts, “You are playing me, Hollander. I can smell how wet you are.”
“T-the story is just…”
He doesn’t finish the word as the Russian man yanks the book from his hand and literally tosses it across the room.
“If you are not honest, I’m going to spank your pussy next.”
That silences him but fuck, Ilya is threatening him with a good time.
“...I’m not that wet.” His deviant response is soft, barely a whisper but the wolf’s good ears hears it anyway and very easily with strong arms, Ilya fights and flips him to face forward before both hands move to the back of his thighs to lift and fold them towards his chest, effectively folding Shane’s body in half.
All the yoga sessions keep him flexible so the move is done with little to no discomfort.
“Look. I want you to see the fucking mess you’re making.”
Shane’s eyes go wide, captivated by the man above him who looks so angry and his jaw is so tight but he’s still the most handsome and breath-taking man ever. He sees the way Ilya’s nostrils flare, the rise of his chest like an animal trying its best to hold itself back, slowly his eyes scan lower, seeing his own muscle thighs, the shorts riding up higher and the very obvious dark patch between his legs.
“You walk out of your room with your tits in my face, you sit on the sofa with no panties, flaunting your wet pussy and Shane Hollander wants to play stupid.” Ilya raises his hand higher than the previous round, Shane’s heart skips a beat in anticipation when the slap lands right between his legs. His hips jerk, body coiling from the intense pain that also feels like pleasure.
“Ilya!”
“If you want me to spank your pussy, you could’ve just asked nicely.”
Slap.
“I.”
Slap.
“Would.”
Slap.
“Do.”
Slap.
“It.”
Slap.
“Every.”
Slap.
“Day!”
Slap!
Shane moans loudly, lashes fluttering with fresh tears, blurring the view of Ilya looking at his own hand that’s slightly covered in the bunny’s slick. The wolf brings it up to his mouth, hunger in his eyes when his tongue darts out for a taste. The lick is slow and sensual, sending a tingly feeling inside Shane that he wiggles his hips, demanding that Ilya tastes directly from the source instead.
“Ilya…please…please…. Please.”
His whines and pleads grow louder until Ilya finally pushes the middle part of his shorts aside and puts his mouth on him. Every lick shows his hunger and dedication, the appendage relentless swiping up and down his folds, he sucks and laps like a wild desperate animal. While he eats him out, Ilya’s hand reaches down to his pec, squeezing it roughly before pinching his nipple, effectively trying to overstimulate Shane.
When the tongue probes inside his virgin hole, the bunny squeals, back arching up like he wants to choke the other. The wolf only stops once he has his fill and by then Shane’s entire body is twitching, legs feeling like jelly, clit hard and over-sensitive, he thinks he might orgasm any time soon.
In a bit of a daze, Shane lets Ilya tug the shorts off him and spread his legs wide so he’s fully exposed to the Alpha. A moment later, Ilya does the hottest thing Shane has ever seen in his life, the wolf spits on his pussy, possessively claiming “This is mine.”
Shane nods mindlessly, clenching his hole when Ilya slides the first digit inside him.
“So tight, baby… so fucking tight.”
The single finger slides in and out of him easily, not long later Ilya adds the second, twisting and crooking his fingers until he nudges a sweet spot that makes Shane’s toes curl. His own fingers never made him feel the same way, he was always too cautious but Ilya is uncontrollable and it seems he’s able to find Shane’s weak spots easily. When the third digit joins, he whines about it, moving away but the wolf keeps him sated by putting his tongue back on his clit, flicking the hard nub and sucking until Shane sees stars.
“Woah, Hollander… you’re so wet… it’s like fountain.”
Is that a compliment or an insult? The bunny does not know nor is he able to control it. He just knows the sounds are sloppier and louder now thanks to it. Everything sounds better in real life than those porn videos. Ilya says something in his mother tongue, Shane puts zero effort into guessing because the wolf’s long fingers are buried deep in his pussy so he can’t think straight, mind fogging with every ticking second.
He lets out a needy sound when Ilya pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch. “...W-want… want your knot…” he begs even when out of breath. The word of it surprises the wolf because Ilya immediately sets his legs down, snakes a hand behind his back and carries him forward until the bunny lands forward on Ilya’s chest.
“Who taught you that word, lyubimyy? Naughty bunny Shane Hollander needs his pussy filled by a knot, otherwise he will cry, yes? So needy and desperate.”
Shane just nods aimlessly, in his head the video from the night before plays again and again, he imagines himself being the one to take it and Ilya is the man above him grunting and staring at him with lovestruck eyes. “Please…please….Ilya…I need….you.” He says with earnest big brown eyes, completely trapping the wolf under his spell.
Ilya kisses his lips with hunger and lust, hands moving to cup his cheeks, softly squishing the flesh while molding their lips and slipping his tongue inside to devour him whole. Shane lets it all play out according to plan, eye lids fluttering to a close as he enjoys the Alpha’s undivided attention. When they finally pull apart, he’s breathless and a little light headed.
The blonde says something in Russian, Shane blinks dumbly with no questions asked because the very next second, Ilya carries him easily to his room, kicking the door open and tossing him on the bed before joining right on top of him once again. He goes for his neck first, sucking love bites to his collarbone and then his large hands come up to squeeze his pecs, calling them tits, saying how squishy they are, full, plump and how much Shane needs a bra—
Then his nipples get all the attention, Ilya sucks on them, flicks the nub with his tongue until they’re perky, red and sore. Shane himself has never seen them poke out so obviously, he has half the mind to blame Ilya but also not enough brain cells to follow through.
Shane moans, his own hand loosely tangled in Ilya’s soft curls, tugging and yanking until the Alpha moves lower, tongue flat on his clit again, making the bunny grab onto the sheets around him, moaning and struggling to keep still until Ilya forcefully holds him open to lap and lick all over.
With his thighs trembling and eyes rolling to the back of his head, Shane doesn’t register the pleasure ending until Ilya makes a comment on how beautiful he looks. It takes his attention to the Alpha who has straightened his back, stripping himself bare and fuck Ilya, is gorgeous top to toe. He doesn't look real. His muscles bulge out perfectly, the harsh lines, strong curves, everything that makes Shane shudder and salivate. Of course, big mention of his cock, standing proud, heavy, hard, slightly curved and leaking already.
It’s way bigger than he thought… bigger than he expected… heck, bigger than his imagination.
Still, his legs fall open to welcome the wolf between and Ilya resumes eating him out while pumping his fingers inside his hole to stretch him. “You are too tight, Hollander. Relax.” He says but Shane feels plenty relaxed already. He gets impatient for the knot, huffing “I am relaxed, asshole.”
As much as he was wishing to get his pussy slapped again, Ilya just clicks his tongue, smirking while taunting him “Needy little bunny.”
He raises his thigh up, places a kiss gently, “You have condoms, yes?”
Ah, fuck, no…. Not really…. For obvious reasons he doesn’t have condoms in his room. Ilya understands his silence and says he has some in his room so he should go get it but the thought of parting from the wolf makes Shane whine, he locks the Alpha by hooking his legs around his hips, inching him closer. “No. Don’t go….”
“Shane… I want to… but if I knot you without a condom–”
“Alpha, please.”
He read once in passing that Alpha wolves love being called their designation and sometimes it would trip a little switch in them. Ilya’s eyes darken, “Where are you learning all these tricks, Hollander? Sly bunny.”
“Please, Ilya? I’ll be so good… I just want it now. I don’t want to wait anymore… please…”
The Alpha’s hand wraps around his own cock, steadily stroking himself and letting Shane have a view of a lifetime until he taps the length against soaked plump folds, gathering fresh slick all over while teasing the bunny until Shane starts begging with tears threatening to fall from his eyes. His heat must’ve hit its peak and his desperation has become obvious. If Ilya doesn’t fuck him right now, he feels as if he’ll combust at any moment.
Ilya coos at him, nudges the head of his cock raw against his tight hole and simply pushes forward. Shane whimpers, feeling the very large intrusion, in his head he’s willingly accepting to get fucked but his body doesn’t at all feel the same way. The Russian Alpha curses under his breath, with another steady attempt, finally finally finally bullying the head of his dick inside.
He arches off the bed, toes curling and face scrunching up in pure pleasure of just being filled. More, more, more, more, Ilya, more, moremoremoremoremoremoremoremore the chants go on in his head, not trusting his voice to not crack if he tries speaking. The Alpha understands him without words, sliding out an inch before snapping his hips forward. Shane reaches out, hands on Ilya’s shoulder, nails digging in the muscle back, attempting to pull the wolf forward so he could finally be fully inside him.
Thankfully it doesn’t take long to happen, Ilya is gasping for air, moaning his name sensually when he fucks his entire cock deep inside the bunny. Shane can feel the stretch, how his walls are now remembering the width and length of Ilya’s cock. It’s obscene, he can hear the sloppy skin on skin slaps ringing in his ears. The pace picks up once Shane verbally begs for more, it’s soft, cute, earnest and Ilya promises he would never deny him of anything in this world.
Shit. If he knew sex felt this good, he would’ve done so earlier— and if it was this easy to seduce the wolf back into his bed, he would’ve done so sooner.
“Ilya~~” He whines, “F-full~” with his lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed, legs spread, and pussy filled.
“Shane, oh, moy záychik. Perfect baby. My good boy… taking in my cock so well…” Ilya’s eyes look hazy, he pulls back and really slams into Shane. The bunny’s eyes bulge, he cries out from the impact. No chance to rest, Ilya repeats the motion, harder each time, rougher until the bed below them creaks painfully against the floorboard.
“Fuck, fuck! Ilya! Ilya!”
A fresh gush of slick coats Ilya’s dick, the wolf playfully remarks about a fountain again, grinning by Shane’s ear, whispering sweet nothings as he hips roll in quick piston motion, never stopping, in-out, in-out. Shane sees stars, he sobs, feeling his pussy getting battered with each rough thrusts. Eventually, it feels too much. Ilya’s hands on his chest, squeezing, holding him in place while he fucks like he means it.
Something warm bubbles in his lower belly, something he has never felt before. He’s hyperaware of all the simulations now— the cock fucking into him, Ilya’s hand squeezing his tit, the hot breath by his ear, the physical light slap of his hard and sensitive clit against Ilya’s body everytime the wolf rolls his hips forward.
Good. So fucking good. So good.
“Fucking tight—”
Shane feels his body spasming, his thighs trembling and the first feeling that hits is panic. He tries to pull away, pushing himself off the length but Ilya holds him down, taking his movements as defiance and needs correction. The Alpha fucks him even harder, grazing right againts his sweet spot and that’s when things start to feel really fucking weird–
“W-w-wait….! Ilya! Something… fuck… n-no…. Wa-it…”
“Oh my god, Shane… you’re going to cum, baby? Let it happen. Come on… for me.”
The fear in the bunny somehow becomes motivation for the wolf. Ilya fucks him with more vigor, Shane would scream at him but the words are stuck in his brain. He can’t catch up with what his body feels, something tight coils until it snaps and his body seizes taut before something sprays out of his pussy.
“Fuck, Shane. So fucking hot… making a mess…”
He rides out what feels like the best orgasm of his life, Ilya’s hand moving from his chest to between his legs, fingers now rubbing his very sensitive clit while he’s still being fucked brainless.
“You squirt so prettily, Hollander. I want to see it again~ My little bunny is also a fountain, hm?”
It’s like his body belongs to Ilya, it does whatever he says and not what Shane wants. Under the persistent fingers, his pussy squeezes and quick short spurts out of him again. Ilya calls it squirting, Shane thinks he’ll Google it after this session.
“..Never… done it before…”
“I will make you squirt so many times, yes? Until you can’t anymore.”
That promise hangs heavy in the air, Shane stretches forward to kiss the Alpha, they share a very long and passionate kiss before Ilya pulls away, smiling, “You still want knot?”
The bunny nods, ready to go again even if he does feel a little sleepier after that orgasm.
Ilya pulls out completely (much to his dismay), but only to rearrange them in a better position. Shane has seen this one in a couple of pornos before…. Face down, ass up, he gets a little spank before the Alpha slides right back into the hilt.
Maybe it’s his imagination but Ilya seems to be hitting deeper than before. It’s only been the first few thrusts and he’s already clawing the sheets and trying his best to relax again. The pace quickens to what it was before, grows erratic like the sounds Ilya is making. The Alpha is huffing loudly, groaning, grunting and moaning Shane’s name while the bunny whimpers with his eyes crossing to the top of his head, mouth falling open and drool just sliding from the corner of his mouth.
“Shane. Shane… Shane….” The grip on his hips tighten, Ilya pulls him back to meet every forward thrusts; Shane yelps when a particularly hard fuck hits something soft inside him– as if Ilya has really maxed out the space.
“I-Ilya— s-slow down…. Not so… r-rough–”
“You like it rough. Do not lie. Your pussy squeezes me so fucking tight.”
“Feels…”
How does he describe it? Good? Better than good? But also weird? Like not pain but… like… fullness that’s just odd… because it shouldn’t feel like this right? He’s not making any sense.
He gives up trying to think, sinking back into all the pleasure Ilya is giving him, until Ilya’s hand grabs his very sensitive fluffy tail and just squeezes it. Shane screams, instantly milking the cock inside him.
“Your tail is so cute!” Ilya fucks him even harder.
“N-no! Don’t… do that– my tail… ah.. Ah…”
“I know it’s very sensitive place… I read online before…”
He tugs it and Shane literally cries from both pleasure and pain.
“Oh fuck, Hollanderrr….” The Alpha drags out his moan, his pace becomes animalistic, forgoing the tail because he needs two hands on Shane’s hips now. Manhandling him in a way that fulfils his needs. Shane feels like a fuck toy, he loves it. He craves it. His head blanks and he feels happy about it. A familiar warmth bubbles in his belly, is he going to do it again? The thing Ilya likes to see…. It felt good. Different from his usual orgasm where his body would tense and he would feel good… this one has some… waterworks into it. It’s not bad… even though he hates the wet sheets below.
“Shane!” Ilya pounds into him roughly, forcing the position with his weight. Shane gasps, tiny little hiccups when he feels something stretch– it’s like the video… it’s what he wants but nothing prepares him from the never-ending feeling.
Then the need to cum is replaced by something fresh and wild… he feels full, the kind that impacts his bladder, now well aware and also confused as to what his body wants to do. “W-wait! Wait! Ilya! P-pull out– fuck! Ilya!”
If the wolf heard his pleas, it doesn’t show because Ilya maintains the position, lost in his own pleasure when the knot expands just enough to keep the bunny locked. Shane really panics this time, tries to move on his own but it angers the wolf when the knot gets tugged against his will. Ilya growls menacingly, Shane whimpers in response. “No. Do not move. You will hurt yourself, Hollander. You are good baby bunny, you take what I give you. No exceptions. Do not move. I will force you down if I have to.”
“Ilya…Ilya… it feels….”
“I know, baby. Full. Is okay. Is your first time on knot, it’s supposed to…”
Shane cuts him off with a very desperate whine.
“No… no… no… something’s going to come out… no…please…Ilya…”
“You can squirt, Hollander. It is normal… fuck…don’t squeeze my knot-”
Ilya curses, so close with his knot still expanding, the wolf does a few short abrupt thrusts forward into the wet heat, whatever he can do before it hurts too much.. Shane’s pussy keeps convulsing, warm wet walls spasming around his dick, milking it for what it’s worth. “Fuck.” he bites his bottom lip, eyeing the fluffy black tail moving erratically again. It’s so sensitive, he wonders what will happen if he pulls on it now? The thought gets the better of him. He yanks the tail back, surely catching the bunny by surprise just as his orgasm tips him over.
Shane cries loudly, everything is too much for him. The knot gapes his once tiny hole, hot cum spilling inside him and it doesn’t feel like it’s going to stop anytime soon. He squirts again, messier this time, the flow unstoppable until he feels embarrassed by it. Again, his body instinctively tries to move away from the knot but Ilya pins him down for good. The bunny’s eyes roll up to his head, losing control of his body; as soon as he finishes squirting, he pisses on the bed.
Wet heat spreads below him, while he shuts his eyes tightly, breathing from his mouth.
“Shane… you are pissing yourself? My knot is that good? You cannot control?”
The reply? Nothing. Just fucked-out little cries.
“You’re perfect.” Ilya praises and Shane’s heart blooms at it but he has no energy left to say so.
He lays there like a doll off its strings, still feeling the gushing warmth inside him; it doesn’t stop until his taut belly bulges a little. Ilya must be done, because he starts slowly moving again, holding Shane from behind so they can both lay on the bed to rest a little while the knot stills keep them in place. The bunny yawns, he likes this… it was a little scary at first but as it turns out, he takes Ilya’s knot perfectly, so much that even the wolf compliments him about it.
“....There’s a lot….” Shane babbles, doesn’t know what to say, water? Liquid? Cum? Piss? Sweat? Uhh……. “....Mess.” He doesn’t like feeling sticky, but Ilya kisses his cheek and assures him, “I clean later. When knot goes down, we bath, sleep on my bed… I will clean yours.”
“I still feel…wet.” Shane is very aware of the thick globs of cum leaking out of his very plugged pussy.
“Mhm… That is my bad. Alphas cum a lot…but your bad for saying ‘no’ to condom.”
Ilya hugs him tightly, kissing his shoulder blade, “My naughty bunny.”
“When will we get unstuck?” He asks one final question before he really feels his eyes closing.
“From my knot? Maybe 20-30 minutes… from me? Never.”
Shane finds himself smiling.
“Moy záychik, your tail is fluffing again… you are seducing me.”
“I didn’t think you’d be so easily seduced, Rozanov.”
“For you? I am a weak-weak wolf.”
This is Shane’s first time taking a wolf’s knot, but he has a certain feeling that says it won’t be his last.
And maybe... he won't dread his heat cycles anymore~ In fact, he's looking forward to the next.
Okay, no more brain juice for today but surely when he wakes, they can continue from where they left off.