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Nora hadn’t taken care of herself at all. She was far too antsy. What if her grandmother smacked Arthur on the hand and told him never to put his hands on her again? She couldn’t just kick him out for refusing to sleep with her; that would just be evil. He didn’t have any other home or family of his own. Sighing, she re-read the same line she had read eight times, and slammed the book shut, rubbing her eyes.
The sprint home was much quicker than the run to Sunita’s place, and once he was outside the house, he shifted back into his human form, not even bothering to dress before he was barging through the door, knocking it against the wall behind it as his eyes searched for her.
And when they zeroed in on her—he charged.
Nora barely heard the door clatter open before Arthur was on her, the hot, naked mass of man covering her as she moved to get up from the table. “What- what are,” she gasped, abruptly panting, “Arthur?!”
One hand shot out to grab the back of her neck and pull her closer, allowing their lips to crash together in a rough kiss he’d been desperate for. The taste of her was even better than he’d hoped, and his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling their bodies tightly together.
A muffled squeak escaped into their lips, and Nora found herself crushed against him. Well, no need to ask what grandmother’s answer had been. Heat lit between her thighs as she grabbed the back of his neck, her other hand running through his hair. She moaned against the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.
Both hands reached down to hook beneath her ass so he could lift her up, placing her on the edge of the table, his body slotted between her thighs. Already, he was half-hard, and he couldn’t stop from grinding against her with a low groan that was muffled into the kiss.
It was so much all of a sudden. Shit, he was burning hot against her, pushing against the fabric of her dress. Nora immediately reached down and hitched up her skirt so that he could grind himself against her bare sex, the stiffness pressing against her nub.
“I wish you would have touched yourself this week,” he mumbled against her lips as he pulled her body tightly against his own, allowing his cock to roughly grind against her folds while he was almost fully hard. “Your scent has been driving me crazy.”
“I- you should’ve,” she shot back, running her hands down his spine. “If it- bothered you!”
“Doesn’t matter what I do,” he breathed, lips moving to her throat to place gentle kisses, “When you’re the one making the house smell like you’re in heat.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, her leg sliding up around his hip. “Fuck,” she breathed, “oh, then… mmm, maybe you should, oh, stop if it doesn’t- matter!”
“No,” he growled before biting just above her pulse, almost as if he were making a point. “I’m going to fix it.” With that, Arthur grabbed onto the front of her dress with both hands and pulled apart, ripping it open.
Nora let out a yelp, clutching at his arms as he stripped her. “Oh, please,” she breathed, a hand sliding up to his hair again. “Arthur, yes.”
The fabric was tugged down her arms and trapped around her elbows while his mouth went to her collarbone, placing kisses and licks and bites along the sensitive skin before trailing further down to her chest. She hadn’t been wearing anything beneath her dress—was she waiting for him? Fuck, it didn’t matter, because he eagerly tugged her to be leaning back a little while he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
That was not a sensation she had ever felt, and the way his mouth worked at her breast left a pulsing heat between her thighs, which spread wide open for him.
Gently, he guided her onto her back, his mouth detaching from her nipple only to move to the other, both soon pebbled. Standing up straight, Arthur slowly looked her over, his hand running down between her breasts and over her stomach as his eyes dropped between her legs, taking in the sight of her.
He’d never… well, he’d read about intercourse and what it was like in a handful of books, but never had he done it himself.
His eyes flicked up to her face just as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “You’re sure?”
Nora swallowed. “I- yes, just… don’t know if you’ll fit,” she admitted. “I’ve never…”
Arthur looked down at his cock. He was… thick? Maybe? He had nothing to compare himself to. No one. But glancing between himself and her, he realized it might be a tight fit. “… We can try,” he murmured, stroking himself a couple times. “If it hurts or something, tell me and I’ll stop, alright?”
Nora nodded. “I… you’ve never… either?”
A flush ran up from beneath his beard. “Ah, no. I’ve been isolated, remember?”
She licked her lips. “You’ve never touched a woman, so… ok, let me…” She reached for his hand, resting his middle finger against her clit. “That’s where you touch. And it feels good when you put a finger, um, in me, but if you put too many in at once it hurts. I’ve… only ever put two of mine at once.”
Two of hers? Two of her fingers didn’t even come close to his girth. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea, then,” Arthur hesitated. “If more than two of your fingers is too much, I don’t think you can take me…”
Her hands ran gently over his shoulders. “Well, we could… play around a bit, then. Find out what the other likes. We’ve got lots of time to work out how to, um… make it fit.”
“Alright, yeah,” he agreed with a nod before leaning in to briefly kiss her. “Let’s do that.”
Nora moaned. “Let’s go upstairs,” she murmured. “My bed is nice and big.”
Without even saying a word, Arthur picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, then carried her up the stairs. And once he reached her room, he gently set her on the bed before climbing over her and settling his weight atop her.
Spreading her thighs either side of him, Nora glanced down at the thick, red length of his erection, biting her lip. One hand reached down and wrapped around him, stroking back and forth. Was it the same for him as it was for her? If she got it wet would it feel better for him?
A quiet noise rumbled from his chest as he buried his face in her throat, kissing along the column again. His hips reflexively thrusted into her hand even as she stroked him, and his eyes fluttered shut while a heavy breath was exhaled against her. “Fuck.”
“Show me,” Nora breathed, “show me what you like.”
Nodding, Arthur moved off her to lay beside her instead, remaining close enough that she could keep her hand on him while his own went down to wrap around her fist, guiding her. “Twist at the tip,” he said quietly. “Squeeze more. Use your other hand,” he took ahold of her other hand and guided it to his balls, “Here.”
She copied his instructions, her breath catching. It was so soft and yet so stiff, almost painfully so. Nora jerked her wrist a little, her eyes meeting his. Something about this… it made her mouth water, and she swallowed, teeth on her lower lip as she dropped her gaze to his- his cock again. She felt a responding throb between her thighs and she wanted it in her, but she simply let out a heavy breath and leaned in to kiss him.
The sensation of having someone else touch him was new, and the fact that it was her was overwhelming enough to have heat already rapidly building at the base of his spine. With his eyes fluttering closed, Arthur returned the kiss, both hands pulling her close, one pulling her leg onto his hip before grabbing her ass while they remained laying side-by-side.
“Fuck, god,” Arthur quietly moaned, his breathing having sped up, chest almost heaving. “I’ve thought about you so much the past— ffffffuck —the past week.”
She nipped his lower lip. “Tell me,” she breathed, her head pressed against his. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him feel good.
The scent of her arousal was making everything ten times worse—or was it ten times better? —while heat continued building, sending him flying toward his peak. “Fucking you. Touching you. You touching me. You sucking me. God, Nora, I’m so close.”
Sucking? She could use her mouth on him? Could he use his mouth on her? She kissed him, copying what he had done, kissing down his jaw, every inch of his neck.
His body was nearly trembling as he was right on the edge, and her lips on his neck—it felt so damn sensitive —had his breathing growing even more ragged before he finally tipped over into his climax. Arthur came with a low, breathy moan while he gripped her ass even tighter, nearly clinging to her as he painted her hands, wrists, and stomach with his spend.
Oh. Nora gasped at the sudden mess covering her, unused to just how much there was. She kept going anyway, his cum making her work easier as it slicked up her palm and helped her work him quicker. She kept going, waiting for him to tell her to stop.
The enjoyment from how good it felt to have her touching him was over fairly quickly, devolving into oversensitivity that had his hips jerking just before he let go of the hold he had on her ass to grasp her wrist. “Stop, stop, stop. Too much,” Arthur breathed.
She nodded, letting go of him. Her eyes fell on the cum-covered hand that had been working him, and she brought it up to her mouth to lick. Hmm. It was all right. Nothing special. A little salty.
Watching her lick some his cum off her hand… a wave of heat washed through him again even as he was almost completely soft. “Fuck, Nora,” Arthur whispered, swallowing hard. “Show me.”
She blinked. “I- show you?”
“Show me how to please you.”
“You’ll, um, need to look,” she mumbled, and shifted, moving around so that she was lying in front of him on her back, knees drawn up near her chest, thighs parted wide. Her hand was still dripping his cum as she slid it over her mound, starting slow to show him where felt best. She was so hot right now, and each stroke against her clit had her whimpering.
Arthur moved between her legs, sitting on his knees further down the bed so he could watch what she was doing. She’d told him to rub that spot earlier and then mentioned fingering her—both of which he’d read in books—but he still wanted to see her do it. Not only did that make learning easier, but it was goddamn hot to watch her please herself.
Gently, he replaced her fingers with his own, his eyes glancing back and forth between her face and what he was touching to ensure that was what she wanted. Slow circles were made on her clit, his fingers only grazing the bud.
Nora reached for his other hand, using it to cup her breast, guiding his thumb to stroke over her nipple as his touch on her nub had her moaning. “You, um, used- oh- your mouth on them,” she breathed. “Earlier.”
“You want me to do that again?” Arthur asked, his eyes lighting up.
She nodded. “Please, Arthur. And, could you, um, go faster?”
Climbing up her body, he pressed a little firmer against her clit and rubbed a little faster while his mouth met one of her nipples, sucking it between his lips while his free hand cupped her other breast. Really, when he’d done it earlier, he’d had no idea what he was doing or if she’d like it—all he knew was that he’d done nothing but smell her for over a week and, at that point, all he wanted to do was taste her.
“Arthur!” she gasped, her clean hand running through his hair. “Um… there- oh, was- you said- about me- sucking- you?”
His eyes flicked up to her face and he released her nipple from his mouth with a pop. “Not yet. I’m not hard. It’ll take about ten minutes,” he told her.
Nora swallowed. “I meant… does that… you can do that… to me? Somehow?”
Oh. He’d read about oral being done both ways, so it made sense. And if she wanted him to change it up, she’d just tell him, right?
Licking his bottom lip, Arthur quickly nodded before leaning his head down to kiss directly between her breasts. “You tell me what feels good and what doesn’t, then,” he murmured while trailing kisses down the center of her chest and stomach, his eyes never leaving hers.
Nora exhaled heavily, nodding. She could feel her stomach jumping as the excitement grew. She was already quite wet, still throbbing from the combined touches, his attention to her breasts, and the fact that it had been, what, twenty minutes of this going and she hadn’t reached her peak and she wanted to. “Mhmm,” she gasped, just as his mouth reached her mound.
Settling on his stomach while leaned up on his elbows, Arthur placed a few kisses to the inside of one of her thighs, his tongue dragging along her skin before his lips closed each time. Slowly, he ran his fingers up her folds, then spread her open just as he leaned in to drag the flat of his tongue from her perineum to her clit in a long, slow, heavy lick.
The sound that came out of Nora was high-pitched and sharp, a tremor rushing through her body as she arched up. “Ohhhhhh!” Her clean hand scraped along his scalp, thighs almost squeezing around his head. “F-fuck, Arthur.”
That was good. He did it again, then once more, but flicked his tongue against her clit as he finished the last time.
“There,” Nora managed to say, her breathing now ragged. “U-use it… there.”
Just as he’d thought. Part of him wanted to dive right in and give it his all, but another part of him wanted to test it out.
The latter won. Arthur just barely flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit over and over, only letting it do a little more than graze the bundle of nerves.
“Oh come on,” she groaned, rocking her hips. “Arthur, please. I- I got- I made you- my hand is filthy! Please…”
He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, the sound almost muffled against her. Fine. He’d test it out some other time. For now, he leaned in and roughly dragged the flat of his tongue over her clit, continuously repeating the action and eventually switching to flicking the tip against it—but not in that teasing way, of course—before he decidedly alternated between the two actions.
It was all so good, heat and pleasure that built gradually as he kept up his movements, though she couldn’t help replaying the word suck in her head somehow. “Arthur,” she whispered, “Arthur, can you- please would you- suck it?”
With his eyes stuck on her face again, a low noise escaped his chest as his lips closed around her clit and he did as she asked, sucking on it, and hard. His tongue still ground against it while he had the bud in his mouth, but he didn’t let up, both arms wrapping around her thighs to pull her closer.
Nora shrieked at the sudden strength of the pleasure that started to coil between her thighs. “Oh, fuck, oh, oh, ArthurArthurArthur fuck-fuck- oh!” The rest of what came out was a babbled mess of yes and please and high-pitched whimpers as the pleasure built, already threatening to crest.
Fuck, she sounded so damn good; he couldn’t wait for that refractory period to pass so he could get hard again and be able to take her—or at least get some attention. Even now, Arthur was leaking pre-cum on the bed beneath himself, his cock soft but still craving her touch.
Regardless, he kept going, sucking her clit harder and rolling his tongue against it even as she squirmed.
Nora’s nails dug into his scalp. Her thighs wrapped around his head. Her orgasm hit her hard, leaving her quaking under the waves of pleasure as her voice echoed throughout the room, desperate cries of his name ringing through the air. It was more intense than anything she had ever given herself and it had her eyes rolling up in her head.
A low groan was muffled around her clit as Arthur continued sucking, his arms still around her thighs and holding her tightly against his face. Opening his eyes, he flicked his gaze up to her, waiting for any sign that he should stop.
“Too much! Too much, oh, fuck!” Nora yelped, pushing at his head.
Pulling back, he licked his bottom lip as he climbed up her body, soon meeting her lips with his own in a kiss. Nora melted into the bed as he loomed over her, her hands going to his shoulders. The filthy one was mostly dry now, and she didn’t think he would care anyway.
“How… should we…”
“Mm? ‘How should we,’ what?” he asked as his lips went to her throat.
“Um, what next?” she breathed.
“Well, if I’m being honest,” Arthur began while settling atop her, the length of his half-hard cock pressed along her folds, “I really want to fuck you.”
God, and she wanted it too. Licking her lips, Nora nodded. “Are you, um, ready? You aren’t, uh… all there compared to last time.”
“Almost.” Pressing more kisses along her throat, it didn’t take him long at all to get fully-hard, and he was soon grinding against her, the tip just barely pushing between her folds.
Nora reached down, her wet hand wrapping around him, trying to help guide him in. “You can- um, try.”
Arthur shifted onto his knees a bit more, leaning on one hand while the other was between their bodies, also working to guide himself. “If it’s too much, tell me,” he said quietly as he rubbed the head of his cock along her folds, then started slowly pushing.
It stung a little, and Nora inhaled sharply between her teeth. She tried to remember how she had gotten two fingers into herself. She’d worked them in slowly, sliding back and forth. “Try, um, moving in and then out,” she panted.
He pulled back a little, then pushed forward a little, slowly working his cock into her while keeping his eyes on her face. “Are you alright?”
Nora nodded. “Stings- ah- a little,” she breathed, her eyes darting down to where he was filling her slowly, inch by inch, back and forth, a low thrum of pleasure below the strange stretching sensation of her adjusting to him. She slid her thighs along his side, her hands on his shoulders again.
Fuck, she felt amazing, and he was only barely halfway inside her; her walls were tight around his cock, squeezing him with every move either one of them made, and it almost had him groaning. Still, he kept it slow, and eventually worked himself all the way into her, their hips flush as he lightly panted above her. “Fuck.”
“Oh god,” Nora keened, trying to keep her breathing slow and deep as she adjusted to the feeling of Arthur buried in her. “Fuck, that’s… oh.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, glancing down to where their bodies were connected.
“It’s- big,” she panted. “Just… not used to it.”
Arthur shifted so he was resting on his forearms above her, his body caging her in while he placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “If you need me to pull out, I will.”
“I’m all right,” she promised, cupping his face. “Um… try… thrusting?”
He was hesitant at first considering she seemed like she was still in some amount of pain—or at least uncomfortable —but he obliged and gradually moved his hips back, not even pulling halfway out before pushing back in just as slowly.
Exhaling heavily, Nora’s eyes fluttered shut as he pulled back, but when he thrust in again, there was a low moan that rumbled in her chest, and her nails dug into him a little. “Oh,” she whispered, her thighs squeezing his sides. “Oh, that… feels good.”
That was… promising. It must have meant she was taking him well. “Yeah?” he breathed, a small smirk crossing his lips. Arthur repeated the action, keeping it just as slow, his eyes on her face so he could drink in every expression she made. “How good?”
Nora’s eyes cracked open, and as her little panting breaths fanned across his face, her brow furrowed. “A-are you, mmm, trying to be- smug about this?”
The smirk turned into a wide grin. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, his hips still slowly moving. It felt good for him—she was tight, after all—but the slow thrusts weren’t much. “Can you really blame me?”
Nora rolled her eyes, though she leaned up to kiss him. “Is tha- ahh, that what you like?” she found herself asking. “Being a- mmm- a bit of a bastard?”
After returning the kiss, his lips went to her clavicle, trailing along the bone. “Maybe. Might be something new for me. Guess we’ll have to find out,” he teased. One hand slid down to her thigh, his palm gently running along the outside of it.
Breath hitching at the gentle stroke of his hand, Nora bit her lip. “Oh, what are you,” she swallowed, “going to do? With that?”
“Mm? With what?” he asked, glancing at her from where he’d trailed kisses to the outside of her shoulder.
“Your hand,” Nora mumbled. “And- can you, um- go faster?”
“Just wanted to touch you,” Arthur told her before speeding up a bit. His thrusts were still mostly slow since he didn’t want to go too fast and hurt her, unsure how much she could handle right away, but his body was craving more, too.
A gentle moan escaped her as he sped up, and she slid a hand down to where they were joined, rubbing at her clit. “Mmm.” One foot tucked into the small of his back, her free hand curling around the back of his neck. “More.”
With slightly labored breathing, he threaded his fingers into her hair, the hand on her thigh pulling it tightly against his hip even as her other foot was on his lower back, and he abruptly thrusted harder into her, going much deeper. A heavy exhale escaped him and he buried his face into the side of her neck.
Nora let out a yelp as his cock rubbed against something, a wave of heat hitting her. “Fuck!” she cried. “That- what was- that?!”
Arthur was leaning up on his hands above her almost immediately, brows furrowed. “What? Did it hurt?” he asked.
Nora rapidly shook her head. “Good,” she assured him. “Very, very good.”
Studying her face for a moment, he then thrusted once more, hard and deep, their hips lightly clapping together when they met.
Nora keened softly, her fingers still rubbing her clit. There was a different pleasure there, leaving her panting each time his cock rubbed against it, much more intense than the stimulation to the nub. It started a coil of heat at the base of her spine, and she moaned out his name.
Oh, that was good. Shifting on his knees a little, he kept his eyes on her face as he started fucking her at that pace she’d seemed to like, watching the pleasure spread across her features. Her walls tightened around him just enough that another heavy exhale left his nose, and he glanced down to her hand as she rubbed her clit. “Fuck, Nora,” he breathed.
Eyes rolling up, Nora felt her toes starting to curl as she rubbed, the constant back-and-forth against that spot leaving her hot and feeding that tension in her core. “Oh fuck, Arthur,” she sobbed out, feet digging into his back as her fingers sped up, matching his pace. Just a little more, and-
Oh, she tipped over the edge with a cry, walls clamping around his cock and milking him as she came hard and fast, tremors rocking her body. “ARTHUR!”
A low groan rumbled from his chest when she came, and his hips started moving faster, fucking her harder. But from how tight she was… god, it was so intense. Arthur tightly closed his eyes, though it was brief, and when they opened again, a yellow gaze was staring down at her.
The… there was a… feeling that throbbed in her core at the sight of the yellow in his normally blue eyes, and Nora felt herself pulse as she looked into them. “Arthur,” she whined, her hands on his shoulders. The feeling of too much hit her and she moaned. “Wait, stop. It- it’s- not- doesn’t feel good .” Nora was used to this sensation when she had touched herself but hadn’t realised it felt the same way with another person.
It took a second to register, but he stopped, hips flush with hers as concern washed over his face. Had he been too rough? Had he gone too far? “What’s wrong?” he panted.
"It just feels sensitive," Nora mumbled. "It's ok. I'm not hurt. I just need a moment. And… maybe we could try something… else? A different, um… way?"
Yellow eyes slowly looked her over. “What did you have in mind?”
Nora licked her lips. "What other, um, well, how else would you like to… have me?"
All the ways he’d imagined fucking her flashed in his mind—every position he’d ever read about or thought up was just right there. “Any way I can,” Arthur admitted. “But for now? Either you on top of me or on your hands and knees.”
Hands and knees? Something about that made her feel hot. "The second," she breathed. "Hands and- and knees."
Pulling out, he sat back on his knees just as he grabbed onto her hip, his other hand pushing her leg up so he could roll her onto her stomach while he was on one side of her rather than between her thighs. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
The feeling of being empty was rapidly becoming one of Nora's least favourite sensations, and she spread her legs for him, wanting him back in her as soon as possible.
He moved behind her, adjusting the way he sat on his knees to fix their height difference, before taking ahold of his cock and rubbing the head along her folds, his free hand on her hip to hold her where he wanted her. It was still new trying to get it all right, but he was soon sinking into her in a single, fluid motion that had a quiet groan leaving his lips.
Nora shivered as his cock filled her, her nails scraping against the covers to grab handfuls of fabric as he pushed back into her, covered in her slick this time to give him a better entry. Moaning, she thrust her hips back to meet his.
With his groin flush with her ass, Arthur remained still for a second, allowing one hand to slide up her spine and then back down before he had both firmly grasping her hips. It was then he began thrusting, though he started off a bit slow, gradually increasing his pace to what it was when she’d cum last time.
Fuck, Nora had no basis for comparison but the way this new position left her completely at Arthur's mercy was quickly making it her favourite. He filled her, his cock now rubbing directly against that spot, and as she keened softly, her thighs spread wider, pushing her chest down against the bedding, entirely prostrate in front of him and quickly feeling heat start to coil in her again.
There was something primal about the new position, and something inside him stirred—but it wasn’t heat like he’d initially thought; no, it was something more animalistic. And the longer he kept going, the harder he grasped her hips, and the faster he thrusted, and it all led to that stirring growing stronger, more familiar—
Oh, fuck.
“Nora,” he panted, trying to grab her attention. His nails dug into her skin.
"Arthur," she moaned, the bite of pain feeling so good as his nails scratched her. "Oh fuck."
“Nora, I’m—“ his nails grew a bit sharper, biting more into her hips, “—I think I’m, uh— fuck —changing.”
Her eyes widened. His cock grew, becoming thicker as he kept going. "You're going to," her breath caught, "oh, fuck!" Of course he would change, she should've expected him to. He was a werewolf, after all. But still, she hadn't realised that he would, and she tried to relax. "Keep going," she breathed.
Even as she told him to keep going, he slowed down, eventually stopping without pulling out or away as confusion washed over his face. “But I’ll be a-a wolf?” he told her.
Despite his protests, Arthur’s body went through its changes, though they were different from what he knew: dark brown fur took over his skin, though the scars on his body still stood out; rather than decreasing in size, he grew, his shape remaining upright and bipedal, similar to a human’s ; a muzzle took over his face, pointed ears protruded from his head, and his teeth sharpened like they did in his animal form; a wolf tail grew out of his lower back; and his cock thickened inside her, tapering at the tip. And when he was finally finished shifting, he was left panting behind her, claws still digging into her hips.
“What is—“ he started, his voice confused, “—What is this? I’m not…?”
Nora glanced behind her, watching him change with fascination. This wasn't the same form she had seen for so long around the house, it was something completely different. Like a man and a wolf all in one go. Her breath caught. It was…
"You're very handsome," she blurted out. "Like this."
Briefly meeting her gaze, he then dropped his eyes to one of his hands as he released her hip, looking it over. “I’ve never… changed like this before,” he told her.
Nora couldn't help pulling off of him, turning around to look him over. His cock was- well it wasn't human, and she couldn't help running her fingers over the tip of it. The length was the same, but he had thickened a little, getting stiffer and less soft. Something in her wanted to put him in her mouth.
He watched her movements, his hips just barely pushing into her fingers as she touched him. “Do you… still want to?” Arthur asked.
Nora nodded, and rolled over again onto her knees, licking her lips. "Please."
Fuck. There were so many new experiences tonight—being with another person, sex, shifting into a half-wolf —that it was almost overwhelming. Arthur moved a bit closer to her and guided his cock back in, his shaft still wet with her slick but there was also a slight natural stickiness on it from a sort of self-lubricant. He knew enough about his own wolf body—hell, how could he not? —so he knew about the physical aspects and what they mostly entailed, including that he’d… well, he’d knot. But did she know?
“You feel so good, especially when I’m like this,” Arthur breathed, grasping her waist while he sank all the way back in.
"Arthur, oh," Nora keened. "More!" The sensation of this strange, unusual shape was good. Today had been… something. But now all she wanted was to feel all of Arthur, everything he wanted to give her.
Her demand was enough to egg him on, and he immediately started thrusting, fucking her at that same pace he’d taken her before, his hips lightly thumping against her ass. “Shouldn’t have waited a week,” he growled, his voice raspier. “Should have fucked you right then. Right when you— ohfuck —right when you walked through the gate.”
"Oh god," Nora moaned. She pictured it now; Arthur, shirtless, pouncing on her at the gate, bending her over and fucking her outside in the grass and dirt.
Heat was slowly building at the base of his spine as he kept thrusting, his pace picking up a bit more. Both hands slid up her waist and ribs, along the undersides of her arms until his palms met the bed and he was leaned over her, mounting her, his maw by her ear while he panted. “You like the thought of that? Getting fucked right away after— mmmmnn —after just having met me?”
Nora’s hand gripped his, using it to ground herself as his cock rubbed directly against her sweet spot. “Yes!” she gasped out, though right now she was enjoying herself so much that she would’ve said yes to anything he asked, and she rocked against him as best she could.
While she held onto one hand, Arthur reached his free one down beneath her, sliding it along her stomach until he was touching her clit—where he’d rubbed and sucked before—and started grazing his fingertip over the bud. “Here?”
There was a marked difference in the fingers currently rubbing at her - they were huge and soft, the fur a strange sensation on such a sensitive bud, but she nodded, groaning loudly as the touches joined the pleasure already growing in her core.
He was getting close, that heat building even tighter, and his claws dug into the bed as he released a heavy exhale through his nose, his other hand still between her thighs. “I’m gonna— fuck —I’m gonna cum soon,” Arthur warned her. “Where do you want it?”
Oh. He was- and so was she. “In,” she gasped out, as her thighs began to tremble. “In- please, Arthur, I’m- going to-!”
The way she was tightening around him was pulling him even faster toward the edge. Arthur let out a quiet moan as he thrusted harder, his hips heavily thumping against her ass—and at the same time, his cock seemed to thicken toward the base, pushing against her entrance with each thrust.
“What- is- that?” Nora panted, just as the tension coiled tight and she felt herself free-fall into her next orgasm, ass pushing into his lap as she clamped down around him.
He tried to answer but nothing came out other than a low moan from when she came around him, his eyes tightly closing as he was sent toward his own climax. The thicker base grew and grew, and soon it was shoved into her as Arthur leaned over her a bit more, his chest flush against her back while he began rutting against her ass, his thrusts short and hard and moving that thick knot around inside her even as it kept expanding.
“Oh, fuck, I’m—“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before he was coming with another low moan, though he continued rutting against her even as he did. The hand that had been rubbing her clit stopped and instead he wrapped that arm around her waist, tightly holding her against him.
The stretch had her hissing, but the sensation of him spilling inside her was- new. It was new, and the way his cock pulsed inside her massaged gently at her walls, leaving her moaning as he ground against her backside. “Arthur,” she breathed.
As soon as he finished coming, his hips slowed to a stop, and he was left panting with his chin against her shoulder. “Nora,” he whispered, slightly turning his face to nuzzle the side of hers. “Are you alright?”
“What- what is that?” she breathed.
“Oh, it’s, um…” he paused, trying to think of how to explain it when even he didn’t know for sure; all he knew was instinctual and what he’d observed himself, “I think it’s to do with breeding.”
The knot wasn’t coming out any time soon, and she licked her lips. “How long does it, um…”
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “It sort of varies. Anywhere between ten and twenty minutes?”
“Twenty minutes,” Nora whispered. “Um… could we maybe… lie down?”
“Of course. Just… try to let me be the one to move you. I’d rather not risk hurting you,” Arthur told her. The arm that was around her midsection tightened as he shifted their bodies, working to settle them on their sides. Thankfully, he didn’t pull out or fall out, though he felt a little of his cum seeping from her as they moved.
“Better?” he asked once they were finally lying on their sides.
Nora nodded. “Still stings a bit.”
“Sorry,” he murmured. “Should have told you about it first. Just wasn’t sure if it’d still… you know, happen.”
She nuzzled back against him. “So, what… next?”
“Well… when I visited your grandmother, she mentioned how she wanted grandchildren,” he said, his voice trailing off.
Nora’s face flushed. “Of course she did.”
“I wouldn’t mind having a few pups running around the house, either,” he quietly added.
Nora ran her hand over the one nestled against her stomach. “Oh?”
“Assuming they’d, you know, get it from me. The… wolf thing, I mean.” There was a pause. “If—if you want to. We don’t need to have kids. We can just keep this, uh, strictly fun. If that’s what you want.”
Nora wished she could roll over, but they were still stuck together. “Maybe no babies yet, but… yes. I would like that. You don’t have a pack, so… I could happily give you one.”
A wave of something rolled over him. Relief, maybe? Excitement? He wasn’t entirely sure, but he knew it felt good, and it had him leaning over her a bit to nuzzle his nose against her throat as he pulled her close. “Thank you,” Arthur murmured.
“You’re welcome,” Nora mumbled. “Besides… we need to, um, make sure you’re able to try out all the- the things you’ve… read. You know. Since your reading habits are…”
“Diverse?” he questioned.
Her face flushed. “Well, that’s one way of describing what you were reading...”
A grin stretched across his maw. “That’s not what I usually read. I’ve only read a few books like that, anyway.”
Nora’s brow rose. “But how many times have you read them?”
His grin grew. “A much better question, and one I don’t know the answer to.”
Trailing her fingers along his paw, she hummed. “Enough times that you’ve, um… developed a few ideas you’d like to... try?”
“I only needed to read something once for that, Nora,” he teased, dragging the flat of his tongue along her shoulder.
She moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “I-. Noted. Mmm. Are- will you- want- more? After this?”
Humming, Arthur trailed his hands up her stomach and to her breast, gently cupping and groping it. “I could go a couple more times, at least,” he confirmed. “And you?”
Licking her lips, Nora let out a soft gasp at the touch against her breasts. “Oh! I- might need a- a nap,” she admitted. “But- after that… yes.”
“That’s fine. It’ll give you a chance to relax after… well.” His head tipped to the side toward their hips. “You don’t want to be sore when we go again.”
She paused. “I might need another bath.”
“… Probably,” he agreed. “I think I, ah… came a lot.”
Nora’s face flushed. “Well if I’m… too sore after the bath... I could… um… use my mouth?”
Arthur pulsed. “I think you should.”