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By HanSolo
Claire reflects on last night, was it right? Was it a one off? Should she do it again?…..
The morning light was kind as it spilled through Claire’s bedroom windows, painting the room in hues of gold and shadow. She awoke with the sensation of the night still lingering on her skin, a physical memory of their wild intimacy. Her body ached sweetly, a testament to the intensity of their union. She turned to look at Loki, who lay at the foot of the bed, his chest rising and falling with the deep, even breaths of a dreamless sleep. His presence was both comforting and a reminder of the boundary they had crossed.
Claire stretched, feeling every muscle protest with a pleasant soreness, a reminder of how much her body had been put through. She slipped out of bed, the cool air a shock after the warmth of her dreams. She padded softly to the kitchen, her mind replaying the night with vivid clarity. The coffee machine came to life, its sounds a mundane counterpoint to the whirlwind in her thoughts. “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you, Loki?” she mused aloud, her voice a whisper in the quiet morning. She chuckled to herself, the absurdity of the question not lost on her.
With a mug of hot coffee in hand, she returned to the bedroom, the steam from the cup mingling with the morning light. She stood by the window, looking out over her garden, now bathed in sunlight. “If you’re willing, if we both want this, then it’s okay, right?” she pondered, the decision crystallizing in her mind. “You’re my solution, Loki. My secret, my lover.”
She turned back to him, setting the coffee down on the bedside table. “Come here, boy,” she called softly. His ears twitched, and he lifted his head, his deep brown eyes locking with hers in a gaze that seemed to understand more than one would expect from an animal. “You liked it last night, didn’t you, big guy?” Her voice was playful, teasing, as she let her nightgown fall to the floor, standing before him naked, her vulnerability an unspoken invitation.
Loki stood, his tail wagging slightly as he approached. Claire climbed back onto the bed, her body tingling with anticipation. She lay back, her legs parting slightly, inviting his touch. His nose was first, sniffing curiously at her, his warm breath sending shivers up her spine. Then came his tongue, broad and eager, exploring her with a fervor that spoke of both curiosity and instinct. “Yes, fuck yes, lick me, Loki,” she gasped, her hands clutching the sheets as his tongue delved deeper. The sensation was electric, his saliva mixing with her own arousal, making her clit throb with each lick.
Her breathing grew heavy, her nipples hardening in the cool morning air. “I need you inside me again,” she whispered, the desire now a palpable force within her. She turned, positioning herself on all fours, her body presented to him in an ancient, primal dance. Loki didn’t hesitate; his body knew what to do. His front paws came up, clasping around her waist as he mounted her, his cock seeking her entrance with an unerring instinct.
“Fuck me, Loki, fuck me hard,” she urged, her voice a blend of command and need. The first thrust was a revelation, his size filling her in a way that was both shocking and exhilarating. Each subsequent thrust was a deep, rhythmic invasion, his cock stretching her, the pleasure mingling with a sharp, sweet pain. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she moaned, her body rocking back to meet him, the sounds of their flesh meeting filling the room with a rhythm that was both obscene and beautiful.
She felt him swelling inside her, his knot beginning to expand, locking them together in an embrace that was both thrilling and slightly terrifying. “Yes, give me that knot,” she cried out, the pressure building inside her, the fullness almost unbearable yet so craved. “Fill me, Loki, fill me up.” His movements became more frantic, his need as palpable as hers, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.
The room was filled with the sounds of their coupling, her moans, the wet slap of their bodies, and the heavy breathing of both. “That’s it, fuck me good,” she gasped, her body tensing, her orgasm building with each stroke. His knot secured them, making withdrawal impossible, creating a sensation of being utterly claimed by him.
As his knot locked them together, his body tensed, a deep, guttural sound escaping him, signaling his own climax. Claire felt the first hot spurt of his cum, the warmth spreading inside her, overwhelming in its abundance. “Oh, fuck, I can feel you coming,” she moaned, the sensation of being filled so completely pushing her over the edge. Her orgasm hit like a wave, her muscles clenching around him, milking him for more. It was an orgasm that seemed to pull from every part of her, her toes curling, her body shuddering with each pulse of pleasure.
Loki’s orgasm was different; it was more about release, his body quivering as he emptied himself into her. His ejaculation was prolonged, each spurt adding to the sensation of fullness, the excess spilling out around his knot, their fluids mingling in a messy, primal display. His body shuddered with each release, his breath coming in short, sharp pants, a canine equivalent of ecstasy.
They remained connected, her body still jerking with the aftershocks of her orgasm, each movement sending little shockwaves through her. “Don’t stop, keep fucking me,” she begged, the pleasure relentless, her body desperate for every last drop he could give. His cock pulsed inside her, each throb sending another wave of pleasure through her, prolonging her climax until she was gasping, nearly overwhelmed by the intensity.
After their intense session, they finally separated, and Claire lay back, panting, her body buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure. “We’re going to do this again and again,” she whispered, her hand reaching back to stroke his flank, feeling the bond between them deepen with each shared moment of ecstasy.
But the day was young, and her desire was far from sated. After a quick shower where the water did little to cool her down, she wandered into the living room, her robe loosely tied, feeling the air caress her skin. Loki followed, his interest clear. “Here, in the living room, let’s see how wild we can get,” she said, letting her robe fall to the floor, kneeling on the plush rug.
Loki was on her in moments, his tongue lapping at her, reigniting the fire within her. “Yes, get me wet again,” she encouraged, her voice a seductive whisper. His tongue was relentless, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot until she was moaning, her body arching towards him. Once he had her sufficiently aroused, she positioned herself on all fours, presenting herself once more.
He mounted her again, his cock finding her entrance with a practiced ease. “Fuck me right here, in the middle of the room,” she commanded, her voice thick with lust. His thrusts were wild, the sounds of their coupling filling the air, the scent of sex mingling with the morning light. “Give me that big cock, Loki,” she moaned, the pleasure intense, his size and the taboo of it all driving her wild. “Make me come again,” she begged as she felt him swelling once more, his knot locking them together in another embrace.
His ejaculation was just as copious, the sensation of him filling her up again sending her into another orgasm. This climax was different, more intense, her body reacting to the familiar yet still shocking fullness. “That’s it, fill me, fuck me,” she cried out, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure, the warmth of his cum almost overwhelming.
Loki’s orgasm this time was marked by deep, shuddering breaths, his body twitching with each release. His cum was hot, copious, flooding her, the excess leaking out, marking their union on the rug beneath them. His body seemed to give one last, long push, emptying himself completely, his pleasure evident in the way his body relaxed, his panting slowing down.
As they lay there, panting, still connected, Claire felt the thrill of their secret, the intimacy of their acts. “This is our little world, isn’t it, Loki?” she murmured, stroking his fur, feeling the bond between them deepen with each shared moment of ecstasy. The room was silent except for their breathing, the light now fully entering, illuminating their secret in a way that felt almost sacred.
By the time lunch rolled around, she had been taken twice, each time a different shade of pleasure, each orgasm a testament to their unconventional bond. She felt alive, liberated, and profoundly connected to Loki in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Each climax had been a journey, from the sharp peaks of pleasure to the deep, throbbing releases, all underscored by the primal, raw connection between them.
This was her new normal, a path of self-discovery and acceptance, shared with her loyal, silent partner. Claire knew this would be a secret she’d keep, a wild, passionate part of her life that would continue to flourish in the privacy of her cottage, with only the summer breeze and the garden’s silence as witnesses to their intimate dance. Each moment, each touch, was a step further into a world where the boundaries of desire were redrawn, where love and companionship took on new, uncharted forms.
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By HanSolo
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