The Beast

To reward her, I leaned forward, keeping my gaze latched on hers, and spit on her pussy, letting the saliva prime her already soaked cunt.

She squirmed and groaned, and I pulled back and grinned a no-doubt terrifying visage of one, and brought the tip of my tail down on her swollen cunt.

“Ahhh,” she cried out and arched her back, her big tits bouncing from the sudden force.

“Be still and let your monster of a husband spank this little pussy.” I brought my tail down again, over and over on her soaked folds at the same time I let go of her thigh and moved my paw up the center of her chest and circled her slender throat.

I added pressure to her neck as I kept swatting her pussy, making sure I spanked her clit harder each time I brought it down.

She thrashed her head back and forth as I grew feral with the need to sink deep in her cunt, to make her stretched, to hear her cry out because I was far too big for her to take comfortably.

“Please,” she cried out. “Please, Beast. I don’t know if I can take much more.”

I had my face right by hers then, our mouths close enough that my tusks nearly touched each side of her jaw. “You will take every single thing I have to give, and when you think you can’t take any more, you will beg me not to stop.”

I ran my tongue along her lips, over her jaw, along her cheeks, and licked her like the fiend I was. I lapped at her throat, inhaling her scent in the process because I couldn’t get enough.

My cock was a leaking faucet of cum, my seed smearing all over her thighs, my cock throbbing with need. The tissue in the center of my shaft throbbed, just waiting to be buried in her pussy so it could swell and knot inside of her, keeping us locked so she was forced to take my cum.

I hummed in approval, letting my tail slither along her belly, the tip teasing her nipples. I smacked those tips until they were hard and wet, the hair at the end of my tail wet from her cunt juices.

I brought the tip to my nose and ran the end under my nostrils, smelling the musky scent of her need for me. “I want to fuck you right here on the dirty ground, with the moon above us, the cool forest air around us, and your cries of pleasure filling my ears.”

When I looked between her thighs, I saw she was lifting her hips, as if she were silently begging me to fuck her. And I would, like the nasty fucking creature I was.

I leaned forward and gripped her behind her knees, brought her legs up to press to her chest, and stared at how pink and spread open her pussy was for me.

And then I spit on her cunt again right before I leaned in and started licking at her juicy folds.

Although she was drenched, her pussy cream dripping down the crease of her ass, Belle needed to be good and sloppy for when I finally fucked her.

My cock was too long, too thick and big, and she would need all the help she could get taking every last inch.

My fangs and tusks and the overall size of my face made it hard to do much else but lick her cleft and clit. I wanted to get in there nice and deep, suck that bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and feel her quiver and come for me.

But she was far too small and tender for the likes of the primal fucking I wanted. My sweet, soft human wife needed me to be gentle this first time.

So I got my fill as much as I could, her moans and the way she ground her cunt against my mouth having my cock kick and my big balls draw up. I was so full, so ready to fill her up.

I moved a little lower so I could drag my tongue along her tight asshole, her pussy cream having slipped down the crease to coat the tight ring of muscle. I pressed my tongue into her, forcing it inside of her sweet, supple body, feeling her squeeze the muscle.

I grunted, made harsh sounds that vibrated her ass, and when she reached out and gripped my horns, I groaned so loud a few birds startled overhead. I licked and licked and licked her asshole, so feverish for her that I did not want to wait another minute.

“Ah, my sweet Belle. I cannot wait until I am in your tight heat and you are sucking me dry, milking all my seed out because you are hungry for it.”

I broke the suction I had on her ass and started licking her thighs, alternating between her legs, lapping at her soft flesh, unable to get enough.

I was so hungry for her as I drew my large, textured tongue over her mound, along her soft belly, dipping it into her navel before moving up and sucking her nipples into my mouth again.

I couldn’t get enough of these twin, tight beads as I let my fangs gently scrape along them, feeling them tighten up further. I pulled back long enough to see that I left marks, bruises that looked pretty on her skin and were another branding that had the animalistic side of me roaring out in triumph.

I was so fucking hard at the sight of our differences. She had soft, peach-colored skin and a tiny, smooth face with big eyes, a pert nose, and full lips. She was curvy but still so much smaller than me.

And here I was, an ugly monster covered in dark fur still getting the beauty. I may have fangs and tusks sprouting from my mouth, making it impossible to kiss her properly, or even eat her sweet cunt out as thoroughly as I wanted, but I’d make sure she was well pleased.

And I’d ensure that I fucked her well, by claiming my human wife over and over again until she walked bowlegged and her pussy was sore from my huge cock plowing it.

I wrapped my tail loosely around her throat to keep her in place as I flattened my tongue and dragged it up her chin and over her lips before plunging it in her mouth. I repeated this action over and over again until she had her back arched and her tits pressed against my chest.