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Pairing: Remmick x Fem!Reader - One Shot, A.U. (No Beta)
A.N.: Here's my attempt at Remmick with a knot. Comments & Kudos are always appreciated. Thank you in advance to those who take the time to read! 🖤❤️
Content Warnings: MDNI, 18+, PiV, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink(?), Fingering, Cervix Contact, Cervix Penetration, Degradation, Cumflation, Rough Sex, Feral Remmick, Dirty Talk, Praise, Somnophilia (light), Biting, Overstimulation, Blood Drinking. (If I missed anything please lmk!)
Summary: Remmick catches you reading werewolf smut and offers you a demonstration of the real thing.
W.C.: 5.4k
𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒅 & 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕
The fire crackled in the fireplace, passing shadows across your face as you hastily jammed the paperback book between your thighs just as the front door opened.
Remmick had returned sooner than you anticipated.
Did he already drink his fill? Usually, when he hunts, he's away for an hour or two at most.
You sat cross-legged on the couch, the book hidden as you pulled the hem of your silk nightgown over your legs to conceal it. Luckily, you were able to cover it before he saw, but you were positive he'd notice your rapid pulse and flushed face.
He entered the living room, his boots heavy on the hardwood floors. "Now, what's got your heart racin', darlin'?" He asked, already circling the couch. His blue eyes locked onto the suspicious book poorly concealed by the fabric of your pajamas. "Somethin' interestin' under there, or you just happy to see me?"
"Wasn't expecting you to return so soon," you murmured, intentionally ignoring his question. "How was your hunt?"
Remmick chuckles as he leans over the back of the couch, his breath fans over your shoulder. "Avoidin' the question only makes me more curious. Now, let's see what's got you blushin'..."
"A book," you reply vaguely, making no move to hand it over.
His hand slides over your thigh slowly, fingertips tracing the hem of your nightgown before slipping beneath to grab the book and quickly snag it.
You watch as his eyes quickly roam over the front cover, then he flips it over to read the back in a matter of seconds.
"Werewolves, darlin'?" He asks in surprise, flipping through pages with amused disdain. "You want somethin' with teeth and claws? Should I be offended?"
"Offended?" You repeat in confusion. "It's a book I forgot I had, figured I'd read it to pass the time by while you were away."
He walked around from the back of the couch until he sat down beside you. Remmick stretched his legs out with a sigh, tossing the book onto the coffee table with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "Passin' time with knottin' werewolf smut? Fascinatin' taste ya got," he muses, tilting his head to study your flushed face. "Though I recon your pulse ain't racin' from embarrassment alone."
"How do you know about...knotting?" You were surprised that he even knew what it was.
Remmick lets out a dark laugh, stretching his arms along the back of the couch. "Darlin', I've walked this earth for a very long time. Do you really think I ain't encountered every flavor of monster under the moon?" His gaze drops pointedly to the book again. "I do wonder why you're readin' 'bout 'em instead of askin' me for a demonstration..."
Demonstration? You blinked before your eyes widened in surprise. A part of you was curious, but you weren't exactly sure if you were ready for the answer. "B-but you're a vampire..." You stammer. How is that even possible?
His fingers trail up your thigh, tracing idle circles through the silk as his smirk deepens. "Oh, darlin'," he croons, leaning in until his lips brush your ear. "Vampires adapt...Evolve." His free hand taps the book cover meaningfully. "Some of us learn tricks from other monsters over the centuries."
You look at him, still a bit skeptical, as he gives you a fanged smirk. "So...you can grow a..."
He catches your hesitation, leaning back against the cushions while his fingers continue their slow exploration beneath your nightgown. "A knot?" he finishes for you, voice dripping with amusement. "I can grow whatever I damn well please. The real question is whether you'd like to see it." His thumb brushes the inside of your thigh. "Or better yet...feel it."
You attempt to flee to the Kitchen, in desperate need of a drink, but you barely make it one step before he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. Your back flush against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist, ensuring you couldn't escape.
His fangs graze the shell of your ear as his hands slide up your thighs, pushing the silk nightgown higher. "Now where d'ye think you're goin', lil' rabbit?" he rumbles, the vibration against your back making you shiver. "We were just gettin' to the interestin' part."
"Was gonna get some wine," you murmur shyly, gasping softly as his lips brush against your pulse point.
His chuckle vibrates against your skin as his fingers dance along the hem of your panties. "Wine?" he purrs against your neck, fangs grazing lightly. "Darlin', if you wanted somethin' wet, all you had to do was ask." His other hand grabs the book from the table, flipping it open with one finger. "But first—let's hear how them werewolves do it."
The sudden thump of the book landing in your lap made you jump, his voice dripping with wicked amusement. "Page forty-two seems...educational." His fingers tighten on your hips as he noses along your collarbone. "Read it for me, sweet thing. Nice an' slow."
Your breath hitches as you feel the hard ridge of him pressed against your backside, fingers trembling as you flip to the indicated page. The scene describes a werewolf pinning a woman against a tree, and you swallow hard before whispering, "His...knot swelled as he—"
His low growl cuts you off as his hand slides up to cup your throat while his thumb strokes your frantic pulse. "Louder, darlin'," he murmurs, lips dragging along your jaw. "Unless you want me to show you exactly how accurate that description is." His hips roll lazily beneath you, the thick outline of his cock pressing insistently against your ass even through layers of fabric.
Your breath catches from the light pressure of his hand around your neck, and an involuntary shudder goes through your body as his hips roll. You focus on the book in your lap once more.
His chuckle vibrates against your spine, one hand sliding down to palm the plush curve of your thigh. "C'mon now, don't leave me hangin'," he drawls, the faintest edge of his fang catching your earlobe. "Or would you rather I turn you 'round an' show you?" The hand on your thigh drifts higher, fingers dipping beneath lace to tease at damp heat.
You whimper as his fingers graze your slick folds, the book trembling in your hands as you try to focus. "He—he dragged her closer," you breathe out shakily, "his knot already pressing against her—" Your words dissolve into a breathy inhale when Remmick's thumb circles your clit.
"Mm, just like that," he murmurs against your neck, his other hand splaying possessively across your stomach to pull you tighter against him. "Now tell me, darlin'—" His teeth scrape your pulse point. "D'ye think the werewolf made her beg first? Or did he just take what he wanted?"
Your hips jerk involuntarily against his teasing fingers, the book nearly slipping from your grasp as you whimper, "H-he—oh fuck—t-took—" The words come out strangled when his fangs pierce the skin just below your ear in a fleeting, intoxicating sting.
Remmick laps at the twin beads of blood welling up with a pleased hum as he slips two fingers inside, working you mercilessly slow as he turns a page with his free hand. "Don't stop now, sugar," he purrs, dragging his wet lips along your jaw. "Tell me how he fucked her against that tree. How big that knot got when it locked inside her?" His own hips rock up against you, the hard length beneath his trousers already straining.
You could feel how hard he was and it didn't make it easier to follow along with the book. Especially as his fingers continued moving inside you. He held the book up with his free hand and read from the page out loud.
His voice turned sensual, infinitely better than any audible you've listened to as he recited the passage, fingers never slowing their torment. "The beast snarled as he rutted into her, knot swellin' until she sobbed—" His lips curved against your neck, fingers crooking deeper just to feel you shudder. "Sound familiar yet, dove? Or do I need to flip to the page where he pounds her raw?"
He didn't give you the chance to reply, not that you could if you wanted to. The constant rubbing on your G-spot made it impossible as you leaned back against his chest.
His fingers suddenly stilled inside, pressing deep as his other hand tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. "Tell me what you want," he says. His hips rolled again, and you could feel the heat from his cock as it twitched against you while his fingers moved inside.
"You...p-please." You pleaded as he withdrew his fingers.
Remmick's grin turns downright feral as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other rips away your panties. "So good for me," he praises, then drags his clothed erection against your dripping cunt. "Gonna show you exactly why vampires don't need fur to ruin you."
The firelight casts flickering shadows across his predatory smirk as he leans down to lick up your neck, fingers tightening around your wrists. "But first," he growls against your pulse, hips grinding slow and filthy, "say it proper. Beg me to fuck you with this knot you've been fantasizin' 'bout."
Your thighs tremble as you arch against him, the heat of his clothed cock rubbing just right against your soaked folds. "Please," you whimper, breath hitching when his free hand palms your breast roughly through silk. "Please—" A breathy moan escapes you. "—use it on me..."
His growl vibrates against your throat as he tears his own shirt open with one clawed hand, buttons and fabric scattering across the floor. "There's my good girl," he purrs, dragging his fangs down your collarbone while his hips roll in slow, deliberate circles. Letting you feel every inch. "Now watch."
The sound of his zipper was loud in the quiet room, followed by a choked gasp from you when he finally frees himself. His cock, already slightly swollen at the base, had the telltale bulge of his veiny knot forming beneath flushed skin. "See, darlin'?" He guides your trembling hand down to wrap around the thickening base, his smile widening at your shocked whimper. "Told ya I adapt."
The girth caught you off guard, you were partially worried it wouldn't fit. The heat emanating from it was intense as it pulsed in your hand that barely wrapped around its veiny girth.
His fingers tighten around yours, guiding your palm along the length with agonizing slowness until your fingertips brush the swollen ridge of his forming knot—already thicker than your wrist.
"Oh, it'll fit darlin'," he growls against your lips, the promise in his voice as sharp as his fangs. "Might take some persuadin', but I'll love watchin' you struggle takin' me." His hips jerk into your grip, a bead of precum leaking from the tip as his other hand rips your nightgown down the middle.
"Was that really necessary?" You ask, your gaze drops to the tattered remains of your nightgown.
His laughter sends a shudder through you as he drags the ruined silk off your shoulders, exposing every inch of your body.
"Necessary? No. Fun? Absolutely." His fingers trace the curve of your hip, claws leaving faint trails as his knot pulses against your thigh. "Now—" He presses the weeping head of his cock against your clit, watching you shiver. "Where were we?"
A breathy moan escapes your parted lips as he drags the head of his cock through your folds, smearing precum onto your clit. He grips your legs behind the knee and folds you in half, putting you in the mating press position as he aligns himself with your quivering entrance.
His crimson eyes flare with predatory hunger as he leans over you, dragging the swollen head of his cock through your folds again. This time, intentionally catching on your entrance to tease you. "Gonna make you scream loud enough the neighbors hear." His hips snap forward without warning, burying himself halfway in one thrust as his claws dig into your thighs.
You whimper from the sudden stretch, even though he was only halfway in; he felt thicker than usual, and his knot wasn't even in you yet. You tightly gripped the couch on either side of your hips as you gasped out his name.
His growl vibrates through your chest before he bottoms out with one final thrust, his thickening knot already stretching your entrance wide.
You cry out sharply, nails digging into the couch cushions as the overwhelming stretch burns through you.
"There we go," he breathes, pausing to let you adjust while his claws trace idle patterns on your thighs. "Just breathe, darlin'. Gotta make sure you can take all of me before I start ruinin' you proper." His lips graze your shoulder as his hips roll in slow, torturous circles, each movement pushing his cock deeper.
The pleasure and pain blurred together until your vision whites out for a second. "Fuck—no warning?" You gasp, thighs trembling as you try to arch away from the unbearable fullness, only to be pinned harder against the couch.
He chuckles darkly against your throat, his claws dig into your hips, holding you immobile while his knot pulses inside. "Where's the fun in warnin'?" His tongue drags along your jugular before biting down just shy of breaking skin. "Besides—" He adds, rolling his hips in a filthy, shallow grind that makes you whimper. "Ya took it so pretty."
"At least let me adjust first, I'm not used to—"
He thrusts shallowly, cutting you off mid-sentence. "Adjust?" he says against your pulse, fangs scraping sensitive skin. "Darlin', your cunt's already suckin' me in deeper—think your body knows what it wants better'n you do."
"Just d-don't make it b-bigger...please." You beg softly, walls fluttering uncontrollably around him.
He drags his lips up your throat, hips rutting in slow, random intervals. "Shhh," he murmurs, the thickening base of his cock stretching you wider with each pulse, "you're beggin' the wrong way. Should be askin' me to fill you up." His claws dig into your thighs as he pulls out halfway, only to slam back in with a wet snap that makes you cry out. "But since you asked so nicely..." His knot swells abruptly, locking inside your tight cunt.
"Remmick!" You cried out, arching beneath him. The head of his cock grinds against your womb, adding to the intense pressure and pleasure.
His groan rumbled through his chest as his knot slightly inflated, locking you together with a vulgar wet sound. "There we go, love," he purred in approval. "Nowhere to run, just gotta take every inch like a good lil' mate."
The firelight illuminated your trembling, sweat-slicked body as he leaned back just enough to admire the way you stretched around him, crimson eyes blazing with desire and something primal. "Christ, look at ya," he breathed huskily, thumb swiping through the mess of slick and precum where your bodies joined. "Already tryin' to milkin' me dry."
Your fingers gripped the couch cushions when he pulled out to the swollen ridge of his knot, only to slam back in with a brutal snap of his hips. The cry that tore from your throat was equal parts pleasure and protest as your vision blurred. "Oh, f-fuck—too much—"
He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your thigh hard enough to bruise while his hips pistoned in short, punishing strokes that forced out medium-pitched moans. "Nah, just right," he growled against your pulse, tongue lapping at the sweat beading along your throat. "You're takin' it perfect." His knot pulsed violently, locking deeper with each thrust as the couch groaned.
Remmick dragged your leg over his shoulder, the new angle forcing his cock impossibly deeper until your breath came in ragged sobs. "That's it," he purred as he watched your stomach bulge obscenely with each thrust. "Gonna fuck ya full, make sure you feel me for days." His knot stretched you to the brink as precum leaked from where you were joined, the scent of sex thick in the air.
You couldn't form words anymore, only gasping and writhing as the pleasure coiled tight in your belly. Every drag of his cock against your oversensitive walls pushed you closer, the pressure of his knot stretching you just shy of pain, making your thighs tremble violently. The large knot rhythmically grinds against your G-spot while simultaneously rutting as deeply, the head of his cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix.
His growl vibrated through your chest as he felt your walls flutter around him, claws digging into your skin while his thrusts turned erratic. "There it is," his voice was thick with want against your sweat-slicked throat, fangs scraping where your pulse hammered. "Gonna cum so hard your pretty lil' cunt milks this knot dry." His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his knot swelled impossibly larger, locking you together.
You arched beneath him with a broken cry, your body tightening around his cock in rhythmic pulses that dragged a groan from his throat. He watched, mesmerized, as tears of overstimulation streaked your flushed cheeks, your pleasure so intense it bordered on pain while his knot stretched you beyond reason. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured against your parted lips, hips grinding in slow circles to prolong your climax. "Take it all."
Your vision whited out as the overwhelming fullness tipped you over the edge, nails raking down his back as your thighs trembled violently. The stretch burned—god, it burned—but the relentless pressure against your deepest parts sent shockwaves of pleasure through you until you couldn't tell where the pain ended, and the ecstasy began.
"Remmick—" His name came out as a shattered sob when his knot pulsed inside you again.
His fangs sank into your shoulder as your cunt clamped down around him, drinking your moans like fine wine while his own release ripped through him—hot, thick spurts flooding your depths as his knot locked you together. "Fuck," he groaned against your skin, hips jerking erratically to press even deeper. "You're ruinin' me." His claws traced the curve of your waist possessively, savoring every twitch of your oversensitive body.
He finally stilled, panting against your throat while your walls continued to flutter weakly around him. "Christ," he murmured, tongue swiping lazily over the bite marks on your shoulder. "Think I might keep ya like this—all split open on my cock, takin' every drop." His knot pulsed lazily inside, still too swollen to pull out.
His arms slid beneath your trembling form, dragging you flush against his chest as he rolled his hips in slow circles. Just enough to make you whimper against his shoulder. "Still sensitive, love?" he asked, fangs grazing your earlobe while his knot ground against your oversensitive walls. "Good. Wanna feel you tremble 'round me a while longer."
You closed your eyes as the friction sent sparks dancing behind your eyelids, and you clutched at his shoulders, your breath hitching with each deliberate movement. "T-too much," you panted out, nails digging into his back when his knot pulsed inside you again, the swollen ridge stretching your tender flesh.
He dragged your body tighter against his chest, one hand splaying possessively across your lower back while the other tangled in your hair. "Fuckin' perfect," his breath fanned against your pulse, hips grinding deep enough to make you mewl and pant. "You're takin' me so sweet—gonna keep ya stuffed full like this all night."
"A-All night?!" You stammer, whimpering every time he moved.
"Mmm, all night," one hand slides down to palm the slight swell of your belly where his cock stretches you. "Though I do wonder..." A sinful smirk appears as his hips grind deep. "Accordin' to legends, a Vampire's seed is potent."
Your breath hitches as his fingers press into the slight bulge where his knot pulsed inside you, thighs trembling at the implication. "Y-You—" You gasp, only to cry out when he rolls his hips in slow circles, his knot dragging against your G-spot. The thought alone sends an unexpected jolt of heat through your body.
"What's wrong, darlin'?" he taunts, hips grinding deeper just to feel you shudder. "Don't think your womb can take it?" His knot pulses again, thick and insistent.
Would it even take since it's not your fertile window?
"Oh, it'll take,'" he promises. "Gonna breed ya so full," he growls against your parted lips, hips grinding in slow circles that drag ragged sobs from your throat.
Your thighs tremble violently around his hips as another wave of pleasure-pain crashes through you, the stretch burning gloriously while his knot pulses in time with your fluttering walls. "Oh god—" you moan, vision blurring when his fangs scrape your collarbone possessively, "y-you're too deep—"
The growl that rips from his throat sounds more beast than man as he pins your hips flush against his, the swollen base of his cock visibly stretching your abdomen. "Shhh..." he whispers against your damp throat, tongue tracing your erratic pulse while his claws draw possessive circles around the bulge in your belly. "Just takin' what's mine—you're womb's beggin' for it, darlin'."
His next thrusts lose all semblance of control—short, brutal snaps of his hips that make the couch groan beneath you. "Fuck," he snarls into your throat, fangs sinking deeper into your skin without warning as his knot pulses.
Remmick's grip turns bruising while he fucks into you with animalistic desperation. The scent of blood mingles with sex as his fangs reopen old bite marks along your throat, his voice dropping to a guttural growl that vibrates through you. "Mine," he snarls between ragged breaths, hips pistoning erratically as his knot slides deeper with each thrust. "Mine to fuck, mine to breed, gonna pump ya full till it takes." His cock pulses violently, hotter than flesh should be.
Tears streak your flushed cheeks as you claw at his back, thighs quaking around his hips while his thrusts grow more erratic. "R-Remmick—" you gasp, voice breaking.
"That's it," he says, his claws digging crescent marks into your hips. "Take every fuckin' inch—gonna paint your womb white."
Remmick's crimson eyes reflect nothing but primal hunger now, pupils blown wide with rut-driven need as his knot throbs inside your trembling body. "Christ, you're perfect," he rasps against your throat, tongue laving over your frantic pulse. "You weren't made for mortal men. Gonna ruin you for anyone else." His hips roll in short, desperate circles, dragging ragged cries from your throat with each movement that drags his swollen knot against your deepest spots.
His growl reverberated through your chest as his hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock twitches wildly, locking you together with a wet squelch. "Fuck," he gasps against your throat, claws sinking into the flesh of your hips while hot spurts flood you deep. "Take it all."
Remmick's knot refused to soften, still thick and throbbing inside your quivering body despite having just came. He chuckled against your throat when your walls fluttered weakly around him again. "Christ, still suckin' me dry," he groaned, rolling his hips in slow circles that made you whine.
He moans as your walls involuntarily squeeze him sporadically, hips thrusting forward even though the knot made it difficult for him to move, but it only added to your pleasure. His primal need to breed and claim you intensified.
"Still so fuckin' tight," he hissed against your collarbone, lips tracing possessively over old bite marks. His knot pulses violently inside, stretching you wide while cum leaks from where you're still locked together.
He intentionally grinds against your womb, making you cry out and convulse around him.
"There's my good girl," he praises, hips grinding slow and deep. "Takin' my knot like you were made for it." His claws trace idle patterns on your trembling belly where his cock stretches you.
"Christ, look at ya," he snarls. His knot pulses rhythmically inside you. "Already stretchin' so pretty 'round me, wonder how much deeper I can go." His hips roll in slow, deliberate circles that grind his cock against your cervix, drawing a shattered moan from your lips.
His claws dig into your thighs as he drags your body impossibly closer, the wet squelch of your joined flesh obscenely loud in the room. "Gonna fuck you so deep," he purrs against the damp skin of your throat, tongue lapping at your frantic pulse, "Your womb'll know my shape better'n yer own."
The swollen head of his cock rests right against the opening to your womb. The slit leaks precum inside your cervix. With every twitch or pulse, his cock pushes harder.
"Christ, your womb's suckin' me in," he snarls against your skin, hips rolling in deep to make you whimper.
Your cervix flutters weakly against the swollen head of his cock, drawing a guttural moan from his throat. His voice drops to a dark purr. "That's it—take every fuckin' drop like the greedy lil' thing you are."
His growl turns inhuman when the tip of his cock unexpectedly slips deeper, barely stretching your cervix as you cry out. "Fuck," he moans, hips jerking instinctively.
Remmick’s girth forces your womb wider until the swollen tip breaches completely. Your choked sob vibrates through his chest when the first ridges slip past the tight ring of muscle. "There we go, sweetheart—takin' me right where I belong."
The overwhelming pleasure makes you cum harder than before, your muscles quiver and suck him deeper.
"Look at you," he croons, completely infatuated. "All stuffed full'a me, your womb's suckin' me in like it knows what it's for."
His hips piston erratically, his sac draws up tight against you, heavy and aching as your inner muscles milk him relentlessly. Remmick’s breath hitches when your cervix flutters weakly around the head of his cock, dragging a ragged snarl from his throat as the first hot spurt floods your deepest part.
"Didn't know I'd breed you this deep—fuck, fuck—" The words dissolve into animalistic grunts as his hips jerk uncontrollably, pulses of thick seed flood your womb in relentless waves, far more than any human could produce.
He groaned. The sheer volume makes your abdomen bulge visibly, each hot spurt accompanied by his feral growls.
Remmick snarls between ragged breaths, hips jerking erratically as another thick spurt floods you deep. "Can't...stop." His voice breaks as your cervix milks him relentlessly, drawing out his release far beyond human limits.
The overwhelming stretch of his knot, the relentless pulse of his cum flooding you, was too much. Your vision tunneled as your thighs trembled violently. A strangled gasp escapes you before your entire body goes limp, consciousness slipping away beneath the tide of unbearable pleasure-pain.
He notices the moment your lashes flutter shut, your body going pliant as his claws dig possessively into your hips, his growl darkens when he feels your pulse stutter under his fangs. "Oh no ya don't," he rasps against your throat, grinding his knot deeper into your unconscious heat with a wet squelch. "You don't get to faint 'til I'm done with you."
Consciousness flickers back in waves, first the scent of iron and sex thick in the air, then the unbearable stretch of his knot still pulsing inside you. A weak whimper escapes your swollen lips before you can stop it, thighs trembling against his relentless grip.
"Shit, even out, yer cunt's beggin' for more," he snarls, hips rolling in slow circles that make your belly bounce with each movement. "Gods, you're greedy even in your sleep, ain't you? Takin' me so deep—" He punctuated the words with a sharp thrust that made you jerk, your inner walls fluttering violently around him.
"There's my good girl," he purrs. "Thought I'd have to fuck ya awake. Ready to make me a daddy, darlin'?"
Your breath comes in shallow gasps as consciousness fully returns, the overwhelming fullness making your thighs two where they're pinned beneath his hips. "C-can't—" you choke out, voice wrecked, only for another thick pulse of his release to flood you deep, the wet heat drawing a broken sob from your swollen lips. Your fingers rake weakly against the couch beneath you, nails catching in the fibers as your oversensitive walls flutter helplessly around his monstrous girth.
"Aw, darlin'," he purrs, rolling the sensitive clit between his fingers with deliberate slowness, "you say that like it matters." His hips grind with a wet squelch, the dual sensation wrenching a ragged scream from your throat.
Your vision whites out as another brutal orgasm tears through you, your womb clamping down violently around him while your thighs tremble uncontrollably. The sheer overload of sensation leaves you gasping like a landed fish, your swollen lips forming silent pleas as his seed floods deeper with each pulsing throb of his monstrous knot.
He crashes his mouth against yours in a sloppy, possessive kiss. His tongue invades with the same primal hunger as his cock. The taste of copper and sweat mingles as he swallows your moans, fangs nicking your lower lip when you whimper. "That's it," he rasps against your swollen lips, "take it all like the greedy lil' cum slut ya are."
Your vision tunnels again as white-hot pleasure lances through you, every nerve ending screaming beneath his relentless assault. The swollen head of his cock grinds impossibly deep with each shallow thrust, your abdomen visibly rounding further with every hot pulse of his release. Your thighs twitch weakly where they're pinned beneath his hips, your voice reduced to breathless whimpers as you flutter helplessly around him.
Consciousness slips away like water through your fingers. The last thing you register is the predatory gleam in his crimson eyes before darkness swallows you whole. The firelight flickers low by the time his rut finally subsides, his knot deflating just enough to slip free with an obscene wet sound as you lie limp and spent on the couch.
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It's morning when you stir again, every muscle screaming in protest as you blink at the canopy above. Realizing you were in your bedroom. The scent of sex and iron still clings to your skin, your thighs sticky with dried fluids as you attempt to sit up, only to collapse back with a whimper. Your abdomen feels strangely heavy, fingertips brushing over skin still tender from use.
The door creaks open before you can attempt moving again. Remmick’s silhouette framed against the hallway light with a silver tray balanced effortlessly in one hand. The rich aroma of scrambled eggs, bacon and honeyed tea cuts through the musk of spent passion as he steps inside, his smirk visible even in the dimly lit room.
"Awake at last," he says, setting the tray beside you before perching on the bed’s edge. His knuckles brush your swollen lower belly with deliberate possessiveness. "Figured you'd need replenishin’ after takin’ me so deep."
Your breath hitches as his touch reignites phantom pulses of pleasure deep within your abused womb, the soreness between your thighs flaring hot when you shift slightly. "Y-you—" The words dissolve into a hoarse whisper, your throat raw from screaming. Your fingers clutch at the sheets as you gaze up at him, your legs tremble at the slightest movement.
He lifts a forkful of eggs toward your lips; his other hand splayed possessively over your lower belly where his cum still weighs heavily inside. "Open wide, darlin'," he says, crimson eyes glinting with dark amusement when you hesitate. "It's time for breakfast." His thumb brushes your sensitive and swollen clit, making you jolt. "Or shall I fill that pretty mouth another way?"