Logically, she knows it’s only a few steps from the bathroom to the bedroom, but it feels like an eternity before he gets there. He drops her onto the bed unceremoniously, causing her to bounce a few times on the bed.
She shivers from a combination of cold brought on by her nakedness and embarrassment. She reaches for her blankets, wanting to wrap herself up and hide her naked body from him.
His hands are on her body immediately before she can grab her blanket, pushing her down onto the bed and climbing up to follow her, straddling her with his weight on her body, his hips on either sides of hers.
She can feel his hardness pressing insistently against her inner thigh.
“You have such lovely breasts, Kitten. Look at you, just enough for a handful,” he grins, cupping both breasts with his palms, covering them with his much larger fingers and opening slightly until her nipples are poking out. He closes his fingers, pinching her pebbled nipples between them.
Her back arches from the bed, pleasure and pain jolting down her spine. “Ah, ah,” she cries, feeling overstimulated already.
“So sensitive,” he murmurs. “I knew I’d have fun with you,” he says.
Her hands shoot up to shove him away, but she makes herself stop. She has to do this. She asked for this, didn’t she? And really- it’s not too bad of a way to lose her virginity. Rabbit shifters may be known for their promiscuity, but they’re also known for their fertility. Over-the-counter contraceptives aren’t as effective on them- on her.
He pulls back, smirking at the hard peaks on her breasts. “Look at you. Are you going to be wet when I touch you? Such a lovely little slut,” he growls. “I like to hear you, kitten.”
“I don’t know what you want me to- Ah!” she cries out when her leans down and sucks on her breasts, teeth pulling at the nipple roughly. She can’t help herself from trying to push him away this time, the suction of his mouth on her breast and sensation of sharp teeth against her sensitive nipple making her inner walls clench together.
“Oh, oh,” she gasps, clenching her eyes shut, legs kicking out in her effort to pull away from him to no avail. His hands on her waist keeps her in place, giving her no room to escape.
“Sensitive little thing,” he growls, licking and pulling at her nipples, one after the other, and then pressing her breasts together so he can suck both of them at once. It feels simultaneously better and worse compared to how he had been sucking on them individually and she doesn’t understand why. Her body is on fire, every nerve ending sizzling awake.
She can feel herself growing wetter and there’s nothing she can do to stop her body from reacting the way that it is.
His hand reaches between her legs, pushing them apart until he is resting his body between them, stopping her from closing her thighs together and hiding her shame. “You’re so wet, kitten,” he comments, brushing his fingers between her pussy lips, palming her there and dipping his middle finger inside.
“Oh! Ah- Stop- That’s not- Please, Mister- Stop!” she cries, panicking anew.
His fingers pull free and she thinks he would walk away again, but he draws his hand back and slaps her across her face hard. “What did I say to call me?” he demands sternly.
Her cheek don’t really hurt so much from where he slaps her so she knows it’s only meant to be a warning. That doesn’t mean it didn’t still sting, though. Her lips part and close a few times uncertainly. And then, in a soft mewl, “Daddy?” she whispers.
“That’s right,” he grins. “And didn’t you ask that I do this, kitten? If you keep saying no, I’m going to be very cross and give you a good spanking. Maybe I’ll drag you downstairs looking like this and let everyone see what a little slut you are.”
She shakes her head, shocked and aroused by the words coming from his mouth. She had been so, so wrong about him being a traditional, proper gentleman before. He was such a pervert!
“Nothing wrong with being a slut,” he says. “You could be my little slut. I’m not married yet, you see. Haven’t found a good little mate who could take what I give. But my doctors say a rabbit shifter would do nicely. You being half human would mean our children would be more like me, of course. Small thing like you, you’d submit properly to me, wouldn’t you?”
“What- what do you mean?” she whispers.
He grips her hand in his own, making her cup his erection through his pants. “My cock, darling. Female wolves nowadays are so combative. Part of their nature, really. Me? I prefer a quiet little mate, one who would take my knot without trying to pull away every chance they get. You’d take my knot properly. I can tell. You’d fight at first, sure. The stretch is enough to frighten even the bravest wolves, but you’ll give in quickly. That’s what you’re like.”
She shakes her head weakly, but can’t help but feel awed by the sheer size in her palm.
“Go ahead. Feel what a real cock is like,” he says, as if she’s touched many cocks in her lifetime and this isn’t her first.
Trembling, she considers denying him again, but the fear of him making true of his threat to drag her downstairs like this gives her pause. She knows she smells like arousal right now and even though the man is still quite patient with her, she knows that being prey in a room full of predators would trigger their animal instinct to be the first one to claim her.
Knowing there’s no way to escape this predicament she put herself into, she brings her shaking hands to his pants. If she was being honest with herself, she’s always been curious about sex. It’s not just because of her nature as a half rabbit shifter. People her age have had sex plenty of times before and the only knowledge she has regarding sex is what’s taught in textbooks and the occasional naughty video she would watch when she’s feeling… aroused.
She pushes the underwear aside so she can pull out his erection. It’s thick and heavy in her hand, throbbing as she stares at it. It’s so massive she has to grasp it in both hands to circle around it fully, veins throbbing along the length to the bulbous head. He bucks up into her grip when her fingers tighten around his length. “That’s it, lovely,” he hisses. “Nice and thick cock for your little slutty cunt. Come on, kitten. Give it a good lick.”
She shakes her head in negative but when he leans up and poises his cock closer to her face, she finds her mouth watering. Her hands press against his hips, finding his proximity and the weight of his body on her breasts incredibly intimidating and frightening.
“Go ahead, kitten,” he says, curling his fingers in her hair and moving her as he pleases, ru
bbing his cock along her face, smearing wet precum all over her skin. It smells musky and thick, clinging to her skin. “Open,” he says at last, stopping with the head of his cock between pursed lips. “Don’t make me tell you again, kitten.”