Steph's Outcast

In response, Juth nips at my fingertips, and the look in his eyes is wild. His skin is damp with sweat, as if he's desperately trying to keep control. As I gaze up at him, his color flutters, just a little, and I'm reminded of his camouflage. He looks beautiful over me, handsome yet feral, and just barely restrained.

"My mate," I whisper, dipping one of my fingers into his mouth so he can bite down on me. I want everything he has to give me. I want him to feel just as overwhelmed as I do. "Feels so good, the way you're stretching me. Am I too tight for you?"

Juth groans, his hips jerking. I realize he's been desperately trying to hold himself still…for what? So he won't hurt me? Does he still think he's too much for me? That's just not true. I lift my hips, and even though I feel full and tight with his cock, I rock my hips, trying to increase the pleasure between us.

"Steff," he manages thickly. "I need…"

"I know. I'm right here. Take what you need. It'll feel good, I promise."

His breathing jerky, Juth pushes against me, then pulls back, slowly. He drives into me with the next movement, and it feels…really good. It's a bit like a punch to the girl parts with the intensity of it, but I gasp, my nails digging into his big body as he moves.

"More," I tell him.

It's an unleashing. Juth makes an utterly wild noise in his throat, and then he thrusts into me again. And again. His movements aren't measured or tame, and there's no rhythm to follow and meet. I hold onto him desperately, letting him use me, because I can always come after he's gotten his. He needs this, badly. Me and my vagina will just be martyrs to his need.

I hadn't counted on the spur, though. Or the ridges on his cock that weren't all that noticeable until he starts to move inside me.

Then, I notice everything. Dear god, do I notice. As he drives into me, each ridge feels like it's dragging along my insides, brushing over all my sensitive parts. Each time he pushes deep into me, his spur rubs against my clit. It's a constant barrage of sensation that makes me react, despite my decision to let him use me as he needs. Instead of lying passively underneath him, I find myself making small whimpering noises as he pounds my pussy, because he's making an orgasm build slowly, deeply inside me.

"Juth." I keen his name as he thrusts over me. I dig my nails in, my hands scrabbling at his skin as he teases that orgasm closer and closer to the surface. "Oh, fuck. I need—I need—keep going—don't stop—"

"Steff," he groans, and I know he's close.

I want to tell him that it's all right, that I'll get that orgasm next time, but when I open my mouth, his spur drags against my clit in that perfect way, and the only sound that comes out of me is a choked gasp as everything inside me shivers with release. The orgasm barrels through me, so hot and brilliant that stars swim before my eyes. It feels as if my entire body is clenching up and folding over, and I try to curl around my mate, because it's so, so good and too much at the same time.

"My mate," Juth says, pumping into me. "My mate. Mine."

I'm barely aware of his release, too lost in my own as he keeps nudging and bumping against my clit. I cling to him, letting the pleasure wash over me, and when he collapses in my arms, I manage a soft laugh, holding him tight.

We remain locked together, a sweaty pretzel, for a time. I don't mind that he's crushingly heavy, because it feels good. In fact, when he finally raises up on his elbows, I make a small noise of protest.

Juth studies my face, gazing down at me. I'm pretty much at his chest level, but I just give him a content smile and sigh. "Best way to spend an afternoon," I murmur. "Absolute best."

"Did I hurt you?" he asks. "Was I too much?"

"God, no. That was great." I heave another happy sigh, enjoying the languid aftermath of pleasure. "You were amazing."

"I have never done that before," Juth admits, one hand stealing up to tease my breast. "I was not sure if it would be better than your mouth."

I chuckle. "And is it?"

"I have decided that I like both. One is fresh, bloody meat straight from the kill. The other is a warm soup by the fire. Both are good." He slides his cock out of my body and then collapses onto the furs next to me. "Very, very good."

Most girls would probably hate for their vagina to be compared to soup, but I know Juth, and I know it's a compliment. "So you'd want to do that again sometime?"