The afternoon heat clung to everything like wet silk. I was alone in the house, windows open, the air thick and sweet with the smell of cut grass and something darker underneath. My skin felt too tight. I’d been restless all day, thighs pressing together every time I shifted on the couch, a low throb starting between my legs that refused to go away. Dm OliviaBlossom01@gmail.com if you’re interested in knowing more
That’s when I heard the soft click of claws on the hardwood.
He was already inside. The big black dog—massive, thick-muscled, coat so dark it swallowed the light. His name was Shadow, but right then he was just heat and power and that low, vibrating presence that made the air change. He padded over, head low, amber eyes fixed on me like he already knew exactly what I needed.
I didn’t move. Just watched him come closer until his wet nose brushed the inside of my bare knee. A soft huff of hot breath. Then another, higher, nosing under the hem of the thin dress I’d thrown on after my shower. No panties. I’d known, somehow.
His tongue came out—broad, rough, impossibly warm—and dragged a long, deliberate stripe up the soft skin of my inner thigh. I gasped. The sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. He did it again, slower, tasting me, and my legs fell open without me deciding to do it.
“Fuck…” I whispered.
Shadow’s tongue found the crease where thigh met pussy and lapped there, greedy, wet sounds filling the air. He pushed higher, the blunt force of his muzzle spreading me open. That thick tongue flattened against my cunt and dragged upward in one long, thorough stroke—from the tight little hole all the way over my clit. My hips jerked. A slick, honey-sweet pulse of wetness spilled out of me and he licked it up like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted.
He didn’t rush. He worked me open with that powerful tongue, pushing it inside me in slow, thrusting licks that made wet, filthy noises. Every time he pulled back, strings of my cream stretched from his muzzle to my dripping cunt. I was already shaking, one hand fisted in the couch cushion, the other reaching down to spread myself wider for him. He growled low in his chest—approval, hunger—and drove his tongue deeper, curling it, fucking me with it until my thighs trembled around his head.
I came the first time like that—quiet, almost shocked, a tight little orgasm that squeezed around his tongue and left me panting. Shadow didn’t stop. He kept licking through it, cleaning every drop, then went back for more, nose bumping my swollen clit while his tongue speared into me again and again.
When he finally pulled back, his muzzle was glossy with me. He climbed onto the couch, heavy body covering mine, and I felt it—the thick, hot length of his cock sliding free of its sheath. It was already wet, tapering, the pointed tip searching between my legs like it knew exactly where to go. I reached down, fingers wrapping around that slick, hot shaft. God, he was big. Thick enough that my fingers barely met, the knot already starting to swell at the base.
I guided him. The tapered head found my entrance and pushed. There was a moment of perfect, filthy stretch as that pointed tip opened me, then the thicker shaft followed, sliding in on a rush of my own wetness. I moaned—long, broken—feeling every inch of that dog cock sink into me. He thrust once, hard, and buried himself to the knot, hips jerking in those short, powerful animal strokes that drove the breath out of me.
The sound of it was obscene. Wet, rhythmic slapping of his heavy balls against my ass, the slick glide of that thick cock pistoning in and out of my cunt. I wrapped my legs around his powerful hindquarters and pulled him deeper, rolling my hips to meet every thrust. His knot was already growing, that fat bulb of flesh catching on my entrance with every withdrawal, stretching me wider, threatening to lock us together.
“Give it to me,” I whispered, voice ruined. “Knot me. Fill me up.”
Shadow snarled softly and drove forward harder. The knot pressed, pressed, then popped inside with a sudden, overwhelming stretch that made my vision spark white. I cried out—half pain, half pure filthy pleasure—as that massive knot locked behind my pubic bone, sealing his cock deep inside me. He kept thrusting in short, desperate spasms, the knot pulsing, swelling even bigger, grinding against every sensitive place inside me.
I came again, harder this time, cunt clenching rhythmically around the thick shaft and the locked knot. The pressure was incredible—so full I could barely breathe. Shadow’s thrusts turned erratic. His whole body shuddered. Then he was coming, flooding me in thick, hot pulses. I felt every spurt, the pressure building behind the knot until my belly felt tight and warm and claimed. He kept pumping, long after a human would have finished, flooding me until excess cum leaked out around the seal of the knot in slow, creamy dribbles.
We stayed locked like that, his heavy body draped over mine, breath hot against my neck. I stroked his black coat with shaking hands, feeling the slow throb of his cock still buried deep, still twitching out the last of his load. Every time I clenched around him, more of that thick, sticky seed pushed out around the knot, coating my thighs, soaking the couch beneath us.
When the knot finally began to soften—minutes later, maybe longer—he pulled free with a wet, filthy sound. A rush of hot cum followed, pouring out of my stretched cunt in a thick, honey-white flood. I reached down and pushed two fingers inside myself, feeling how open and used I was, scooping some of that mixed cream up to my clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Shadow watched, then lowered his head again and licked me clean—long, thorough strokes that gathered every drop of his own cum mixed with mine and swallowed it. The roughness of his tongue on my oversensitive clit made me come a third time, weaker, shivering, while he lapped me through it.
I didn’t stop there. I rolled onto my hands and knees, ass up, and looked back at him. Shadow was already hard again, that thick red cock gleaming, the knot still swollen. He mounted me from behind without hesitation, front paws heavy on my back, and sank into me in one long thrust. The angle was deeper this time. I could feel him in my stomach. He fucked me hard and fast, the wet slap of his hips against my ass filling the room, his knot battering my entrance until it forced its way inside again and locked.
I came while he was locked, grinding back on that fat knot, fingers rubbing my clit in frantic circles. He flooded me a second time, even more cum than before, the pressure so intense it forced a soft, helpless whimper out of me. When he finally pulled free, the rush of seed was so heavy it ran down my thighs in thick ropes and dripped onto the floor.
I stayed like that for a long time—on my knees, ass high, cunt open and leaking—while Shadow licked me clean again, tongue pushing inside to scoop out every last drop. When he was done, I turned and took that still-slick cock into my mouth, tasting both of us, sucking the pointed tip, tongue working the knot until he gave one last, smaller pulse of cum across my tongue. I swallowed it, honey-sweet and filthy, and kept sucking until he softened completely.
By the time the sun started to drop, I was a mess—thighs sticky, cunt swollen and used, the taste of him still thick in my mouth. Shadow lay beside me on the couch, heavy head on my thigh, occasionally nosing back between my legs to give one more slow, possessive lick. I stroked his black coat and felt the slow, satisfied throb between my legs, already knowing I’d be dripping his cum for hours.
And that I’d open the door for him again the second the heat started building.
There you go—thick, filthy, and locked-in deep. Enjoy every drop.
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