Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“It’s me!” Lucien gasped out, baring his neck submissively.
The dark form on top of him shoved his head against Lucien’s throat and sniffed, growling.
All the hairs on Lucien’s body stood up. There was nothing sentient in that sound; it was pure animal.
Perhaps he’d misjudged how far gone Aksel would be so close to the full moon.
It was hard to tell in the dark, but the body that was pressed against him seemed slightly bigger and wider than Aksel normally was. The face pressed against his throat was definitely different, Aksel’s coarse scruff replaced by soft fur. He smelled a little different too, muskier. Pure alpha.
Lucien’s hole was embarrassingly slick already, his cock hard and aching.
Aksel sniffed again, and a growl left his throat, before his claws ripped Lucien’s pants and shirt. His underwear was gone next, and now he was completely naked.
He yelped as he was shoved face-first against the tree, a furred chest pressing against his back.
Oh God.
When a hard, huge cock nudged against his ass, Lucien’s instincts took over. He arched his back, presenting his ass for the alpha and whined.
Growling like an animal again, the Xeus wrapped his clawed fingers around his neck and pushed his huge cock against Lucien’s wet hole. He thrust inside, and Lucien whimpered. God, the stretch was incredible. Aksel was very big usually as it was, but in his Xeus form he was enormous. So damn thick. So, so good. He’d never been filled up like this.
Aksel snapped his hips forward, thrusting hard, and Lucien was powerless do anything but take it, take the unrelenting hammering, his muscles stretched to the limit. Inside he was a wet and trembling mess of his own slick and Aksel’s pre-come, reduced to nothing more than a receptacle made for Aksel’s cock, his seed. It was filthy; it was pure animal; the pounding he received, with none of the usual care Aksel showed him. And yet Lucien loved it. He went from whimpering to downright screaming on every thrust. He couldn’t hold back his noises when he was being devastated by pleasure, drilled into with hard, powerful thrusts that went so far into him his organs seemed to be rearranging.
He came with a hoarse cry, but Aksel didn’t stop. Lucien’s inner walls kept clenching around the engorged cock that slammed into him relentlessly, again and again and again. It was heaven; it was hell. Lucien couldn’t tell right from left, moaning weakly with every thrust of that enormous cock as he geared up for another orgasm. And then another, and another.
He didn’t know for how long it lasted—how long he had been rutted into by the Xeus. His mind floated far, far away. Everything was just sensory; no more thoughts. His buttocks were stinging from the brutal thrusts of Aksel’s hips, but all he could really focus on was the alpha’s cock inside him. He could only whine weakly as he was used like a wet hole—and loved every moment of it.
At long last, Aksel made a guttural noise and something even thicker pushed into him. His knot, Lucien realized dazedly. God, Aksel was about to knot him.
Lucien wailed brokenly when the knot was finally shoved in, his hole stretching even wider to fit it. So damn thick and huge... Once they were locked together, Lucien gasped, his lashes fluttering in euphoria as Aksel’s seed filled him up to the brim. So good, so perfect. Another weak orgasm shook Lucien’s body, his hole milking the knot in him greedily.
That was the last sensation he remembered before he blacked out, his body overstimulated and exhausted.
***
When he opened his eyes, the sky overhead was lighter. It seemed it was nearly dawn.
The second thing he registered was that he was lying on his back, on the makeshift bed made of grass and his own ripped clothes. His body ached all over, but in a pleasant way he associated with sex.
“Lucien?” a hoarse voice croaked out.
Blinking, Lucien turned his head and focused his bleary gaze on the hulking form next to him.
Aksel’s face looked slightly more like his usual self, though his body was still wider and bigger—and covered in fur.
“Are you all right?” Aksel said—more like, growled. His eyes were still glowing and his voice sounded off, too hoarse and deep, but with the dawn close and the moon losing its grip on him, the alpha was clearly capable of communication, somewhat.
“Of course,” Lucien said, stretching. He smiled, pretending he couldn’t smell how angry Aksel was. “Never better, actually.”
The glare Aksel gave him was downright murderous. “What were you thinking? I could have hurt you!”
“But you didn’t,” Lucien said, reaching up and touching his furred cheek gently. “I knew you could never hurt me. I wasn’t afraid. I could never be afraid of you, Aksel.”
Aksel stared at him strangely. His furred throat moved a few times as he swallowed. He still smelled angry, but now there was something else in his scent too. Something hopeful, and bewildered and grateful, and a plethora of other emotions, most of them overshadowed by immense possessiveness.