After the first couple of hours, Huaisang has lost all sense of time and reality. There are so many halls, so many doors, so many glittering bodies and warm mouths, but he has to find his lovers. This is his fault, his temptation, his desire. It feels as though this party-turned-orgy is especially created to torment him.
The pretty blue gown he was wearing at the beginning of the evening has already been damaged. His underwear has long since been lost. His hole is slick with oil and other men's semen, dripping down his inner thighs.
When he sees the dark figure at the end of the hall, his instincts tell him to freeze. His fluffy squirrel tail twitches as he tries to assess. Is that thing even real? Is any of this real?
Prey instincts take over, telling him to run, and he darts away down the hall even though he knows it may very well already be too late.
The hungry figure at the end of the hall at least starts out as humanoid. But his eyes are like fire and he has too many teeth, and nothing about the way he watches the other man seems truly human.
Then Huaisang flees and the game is on. The demon stops pretending altogether.
Two steps down the hallway, some decision is made in his head that running down the corridor on two legs is going to take far too long. He's impatient to have something trapped and squirming beneath him now. So, the sound of human footfalls quickly give way to the sound of four sets of clicking claws and heavy paws pounding against the fancy tile, and his prey has two seconds before a whole lot of muscle and fur tackles into him from behind.
Even without the prey instincts, Huaisang's heart would flutter with fear at the sound of heavy pursuit, claws clacking against the tile. He puts on a burst of speed, impelled by panic, but it does no good against something this fast, this strong.
He catches himself on his hands as he falls, weighed down by the powerful body above him. Instinct makes him go still and pliant, knowing that if he struggles he'll be caught again, pinned again, and perhaps worse. If he cooperates, he might survive.
Breath coming in frightened little gasps, Huaisang trembles beneath his captor, mind not quite sure how to process the sight of heavy furred paws on either side of him. As strange as this night has been, it somehow keeps getting stranger.
The hound snarls in his ear, but it rolls into something that sounds alarmingly like a low chuckle, before a very warm, wet nose nudges into him. The hair draped over his neck is being roughly pushed away so the hound can breathe against the skin of his neck, sniff deeply to memorize the scent of him. If he ever manages to escape, the hound will be able to track him anywhere.
Dirk almost considers stepping back and letting him run just so he can chase him a little more, make a game of it. But he's too hungry. Whatever this place is doing to him, putting a needy heat in the core of him, he can't let this little morsel run off.
Doesn't mean he can't still toy with him though. Playfully, (for a giant hell-dog) he nips at the side of Huaisang's neck with big, sharp teeth.
Huaisang whimpers at the first touch of nose, wincing away from it, but then it doesn't seem to do anything but sniff at him, nuzzling his hair aside.
His heart is pounding so hard and fast that it hurts. He yelps at the bite, tensing up and cowering, but when it doesn't break skin he dares to peek. "Easy," he murmurs, soft and coaxing. His tail had pressed down between his legs when he'd been pounced, but now it flicks a few times, terror easing back to skittishness. "Don't... don't hurt me."
Lifting a shaking hand, he draws his long hair fully forward over his shoulder so it's out of the way.
There's a low, hellish rumble in the hound's throat, but as ominous as it might be, it doesn't sound like true aggression. He would know if it was a murderous sound. It's actually a pleased and hungry noise as more skin is obediently made available to him.
Dirk has always liked necks. The best scent is there, it's a place for all kind of intimacy--both murder and everything carnal. Full of nerves, very vulnerable. Another indulgent nuzzle, this time nudging up under the corner of the man's jaw until it's turned a little to the side, before dragging a very warm tongue--hotter than it should be, matching the heat radiating off the entirety of the beast--up along the entire side of his throat. Just having a little taste.
Huaisang gives a little cry at the feeling of the tongue, afraid for a moment that he really is going to be eaten, but it turns into a moan by the end. The intense, compelling lust that he's been feeling all night is unabated, and a wicked part of Huaisang loves being pinned down and toyed with like this.
"Can you understand me?" he asks, reaching one arm up over his shoulder to gently ruffle the thick fur along the side of the beast's neck. He's still quivering with fear, breath and heart both rabbit-quick. "Be sweet, puppy. Don't hurt me."
Dirk may not not be able to speak in this form, but he can still laugh, and Huaisang is answered by a deep chuckle while teeth press insistently against the side of his throat. It could be playful. It might be a threat. Hard to say.
And fingers ruffling into his fur only stoke the demon's need to play and get rough and take. Be sweet, huh? He drags his tongue up along his prey's spine one more time, from the pretty neckline of his gown up to the nape of his neck, before he's suddenly not looming quite so directly over him anymore.
He's moving back. But it's so that he can paw roughly at the lacy fabric covering his back and nip at his waist. Just bullying him a little, messing up his dress, until he gets down to the skirt of it, which he begins to nudge and pull with his teeth to pull it up and out of the way.
Huaisang moans at that slow drag of tongue up his neck, shuddering at the pleasure of it. He loves being pinned down like this, loves having attention to the back of his neck, and the spell affecting the party makes it easier to let go of his objections.
His dress has already been damaged past a point of aesthetic repair, so he's not as worried about a few more tatters, but he doesn't want to have to stagger home completely nude.
The squirrel tail is helpful in this instance, constantly lifting the back of his dress, though it keeps flicking restlessly, fluffing in the monster's face.
Instinct pricks at him to take the opportunity to bolt, but he knows that he'll only be pounced again. Reaching back, Huaisang grasps the hem of his skirt, pulling it up so as to expose the bare skin of his ass.
The hound either senses the rising instinct to flee in his prey or just wants to bully him a little bit more, because he bites at the back of Huaisang's thigh with a warning rumble in his throat. Big, sharp teeth dig into the delicate flesh on both his inner and outer thigh, not enough to bruise, but definitely enough to border on pain.
And then comes the tongue again. The scent of sex, the sticky signatures of everyone who has taken his prey already tonight is overwhelming. Releasing him, he trades the biting for mouthing, nuzzling into the soft flesh of his inner thighs, breathing deeply, lapping his tongue over the evidence there.
If he hadn't already been aching for yet another release tonight, he can feel himself swell until the tip of his cock is peeking out of his sheath, his breath beginning to pick up into an eager panting.
Huaisang gasps at the warning touch of teeth, whimpering pleadingly for mercy. He presses his head forward against his arms, quivering and submissive.
His cooperation seems to work, because he's then rewarded by tongue and nuzzling, licking at the sensitive skin of his thighs. He's never felt a tongue that large before, and it laps generously over his skin, cleaning up some of the evidence from the previous rounds.
Arching his back to offer more of himself, he spreads his legs a little wider, putting himself shamelessly on display. His tail curls higher, curving prettily up against his spine as the pleasure overtakes his fear. "Ah! Yes. Please."
He wants to tease. He wants so badly to torment his little plaything until it's screaming and begging for him. As Huaisang presents himself so beautifully, the hound licks up the center of him, reaching all the way under his body with his tongue, dragging warm and wet along the hardened flesh there, up over the entrance where so many have already fucked. He wants to keep going, tasting and torturing with sensation, but he only gets two or three long laps with his tongue before he can't take it anymore.
He's stiffening past his sheath and his hips are already beginning to buck against nothing, so he abruptly leaves the dampened skin to open air for a moment, before lunging forward and wrapping powerful forelegs around the waist of his prey-turned-partner. Heavy weight and warm fur blanket over Huaisang's back as the beast mounts him, pulling tight until the feel of hot-wet hardness is hugged up between his ass cheeks.
Huaisang moans at the tongue sliding under his body, dragging over cock and balls and then up the crease of his ass. Each one makes his mind go blank with pleasure, all his attention focusing on the tantalizing pull of that warm, wet tongue over sensitive skin.
He whines when it stops, leaving him cold and empty, hole clenching around nothing, but he doesn't have more than a moment to feel the loss before he's mounted. An unmistakable hardness presses against him, nestling between his cheeks, and Huaisang struggles again, instinct and fear overwhelming him for a moment. "No, no, wait," he begs, whimpering with terror.
His left hand reaches back, trembling fingers curling around that thick shaft, and he caresses it coaxingly, nudging it just off center to prevent him from thrusting in while his other hand scrabbles quickly at the pouch at his belt, pulling out a little vial of oil.
There isn't much left. He's been using it all night, and he's spilled the contents more than once, but there's enough to spill into his palm and he quickly swaps his hands, reaching back to caress that shaft with an oil-slick hand, coating it as quickly as he can from such an awkward angle.
"There, puppy." He realizes the absurdity of calling this terrifying monster puppy, but it appeals to his sense of humor and helps ease a little of the flat terror of being pinned and mounted like this. Now he guides that thick cock to his entrance, rocking his hips back against it to invite it inside. "Come on."
There's already some natural lubrication there, a little wet as the hound rocks eagerly between Huaisang's hand and body, but having something more will definitely make it a much less rough ride. Huaisang will get a good feel of exactly what he's about to have inside him, including what feels like an alarming bulge at the base, so it's probably a good thing that he has a little oil left to use.
And the demon doesn't want to wait now that he's beginning to get into even a little bit of a rhythm, eager for more friction than just his partner's hand. So, once he's line up, he hardly waits for Huaisang to finish whatever he's saying before he's bucking his hips forward.
He tries to not be entirely cruel about it, but the beast is still unbelievably strong. He doesn't rut forward to his full length, but he is a little merciless in how he pushes forward until pressure quickly gives way to entrance, and the tightness and warmth squeezing around him is too much to keep him from immediately pulling back a few inches and bucking forward again, just as hard.
Huaisang yelps as he's suddenly speared by the monster's thick cock. He's glad now that he's gone several rounds with others, leaving him open enough to take this with little additional prep, but the beast is still enormous and impatient, thrusting into him without mercy, and it's too much, too fast. Huaisang struggles beneath him, trying to get away, but the beast only thrusts in again, claiming his sheath.
"Ah! You're too big, it's too much!" He's especially worried about that thick bulge at the base, coming closer to him with each thrust, and surely it isn't going to fit. Huaisang keeps his hand curled around the shaft as it thrusts into him, hand squeezing around the frightening thickness at the base. "What is that?"
The hound chuckles again--a low, horrible sound--through the eager panting. And it's not exactly like he can explain like this, so he doesn't bother thinking about it. It's hard to think about anything, really. As if he hasn't already had such trouble trying to form an intelligent thought through his own bestial instinct, the tightness working over him drives him mad. Huaisang's hand back there squeezing around him certainly isn't helping.
His skin somehow manages to become even warmer as he's taken over by desire. That unnatural heat grows until his partner can feel it inside as his thrusts drive deeper.
The protests mean nothing to him. He bites for the back of Huaisang's neck, latching with teeth in a rough grip meant to hold and not hurt, keeping his partner firmly in place while he fucks him.
Huaisang cries out in fear at the teeth latching onto the back of his neck, going obediently still in order to prevent those teeth from biting any harder. "Ah! Gently!" He whimpers, finally letting go of the monster's shaft so that he can use that arm to brace himself against the hard tiled floor.
He can feel the incredible heat of him, hotter than any partner he's taken before, and it sets his nerves alight, making everything all the more intense as the hound above him drives deeper and deeper, until that thick bulge is bumping against Huaisang's entrance with each thrust.
"Please," he begs, whimpering and trembling beneath his partner. "I'll be good. I'll be your sheath, your bitch. Ah! Don't break me. I'll be so good for you. You can fuck me again and again. Please, puppy."
The hound couldn't hold himself back even if he'd wanted to. This deep in his partner, feeling that resistance pushing back, the urge to bury his knot so he can find release is all that exists.
Panting hard against the back of Huaisang's neck, he rounds his back, shifting in angle to put even more power behind the forceful bucking of his hips. As he does so, he offers his prey one reprieve--though, it still may really be more for his own benefit than the trembling creature he has mounted. As he wraps his forelegs more securely around Huaisang's waist, practically holding up his entire weight on his own, his paws hook lower than they had before, now hugging Huaisang's cock against his body. It's rough contact to be sure, but it's constant, warm pressure, rubbing in time with each thrust from the beast.
And those thrusts have a singular, lust-maddened purpose now. The length he draws out is shorter now, and he's heedless when he powers back into his captured prey, his fully engorged knot battering against the tightness in the way.
It's only a matter of time before the hound has his way and drives his full thickness into the other's body, fully taking him in the way that he so desperately wants.
Huaisang isn't sure if it's consideration or accident when one of those paws presses against his hard cock, pressing it up against his belly. It's true that the creature hasn't broken skin, hasn't actually hurt him.
Keening, Huaisang writhes beneath him, arching one arm up over the beast's shoulder as he holds on, clinging as best he can.
The knot at the base of his cock keeps pressing forward, even though Huaisang isn't sure that it's going to fit. He can feel his hole expanding around the curve of it, stretching a little more each time, taking it a tiny bit further, but Huaisang doesn't think that it's actually going to happen until suddenly the whole thing slips inside with a pop.
He shrieks, struggling again against that immense feeling of fullness. Now that it's in, he's not sure if it's ever coming out again, and he's never felt so stretched before. The whole thing presses up against his prostate in a way that is completely new to him, swelling the whole area instead of just the spot, and he can feel his body trembling as it slips quickly towards orgasm.
This is what he wants. Finally buried fully inside this tight little body, the pressure squeezing all around the swollen base of him drives him insane. Every nerve in his body feels electric, mind going white with rapture, and he never stops moving. Humping hard, he never pulls back far enough to threaten yanking the knot back out, but it does feel alarmingly close every time, before the swollen bulb drives deep again.
His teeth are going to leave nasty bruises. But his partner is truly his now, and he grips him tightly, keeping him close and held still while he finishes violently having his way.
He's so close. He knows he can't last long like this, but he's intent to hold out as long as he can, reveling in each hot flare of ecstasy rolling through his body, pushing him quickly toward the edge..
Huaisang yelps each time he starts to pull out, body stretching almost painfully around the huge bulb inside of him, but then the beast slams back into him, claiming him fully.
The sharp prick of teeth never breaks skin, but the threat is there, the possessive demand of this creature claiming his mate, and the searing hot, wet weight of his tongue lolls against the back of Huaisang's neck.
It's more than he can take, body and emotions both already wrung out. Fear, pleasure, and need all mingle together, and Huaisang can't help but slip over the edge, crying out and bucking beneath his captor as he comes. His muscles spasm, body writhing and hole squeezing tight around the shaft inside of him, refusing to let go of the thick knot filling him up.
The beast goes breathless along with him. The unrelenting, bucking rhythm suddenly breaks as the muscles clenching around his full length ignite the last spike of pleasure that finally undoes him. As the chain reaction of blinding sensation rolls through his body, he plunges forward as deeply as possible in a few rapturous, broken motions.
Even without any room to spare, Huaisang can feel the spasm deep inside of him as the hound climaxes hard and hot. And only once he is entirely spent, filling this battered creature that he has claimed and riding out the last few blinding aftershocks of pleasure, do the teeth finally let go of Huaisang's neck.
The hound is panting over him, one forepaw on the ground again to support his weight... but the other is still hooked around his body, pressed up against his wet, softening cock, while the beast's own is still seated firmly in his body.
Huaisang sags forward once he's finished, letting his head fall forward onto his arms. He whimpers softly as the teeth release from his neck. Trembling with fear and exhaustion, he takes a minute to recover, glad to have seemingly survived this encounter.
But then he realizes that the monster hasn't pulled out, and the knot locked inside his body hasn't receded at all.
"What..." Huaisang starts, squirming against his captor's grip, but the knot inside of him shifts with his movement, and the angle makes him gasp, sending an aftershock through his body and making him arch again. "Ah! Fuck."
Quivering, Huaisang subsides again, accepting that this is still happening and that his body is still aroused by the sensation of being filled in this way.
It seems that Huaisang isn't the only one swimming in the buzz of overstimulated nerves, panting and still a little electric about the way in which their bodies are still tied together.
Feeling his partner twitch and arch beneath him when he makes the mistake of trying to move--and feeling some of that collateral pleasure himself--the hound leans forward to run his tongue affectionately up along the line of Huaisang's spine again. Partially as a mocking little thank-you for letting him fuck him senseless, and partially to see if he can get him to make another fun sound. And if that doesn't do it, he'll breathe near his ear and lean a little of his weight into him from behind, gently nudging the swollen knot forward again inside him.
The beast shifts above him, which earns a yelp, and then that hot, lengthy tongue runs up Huaisang's spine, making him shudder and whine. He shrieks at the puff of breath near his ear and the way the monster shifts his weight forward, grinding that thick knot inside of him.
His swollen prostate flares at the stimulation, making Huaisang arch beneath his partner, whining. He's exhausted and he's already had more sex tonight than he's had in his life, and yet his overstimulated prostate throbs at each nudge, simultaneously objecting and demanding more. "What's happening?" he asks, breathless. "What is that?"
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The pretty blue gown he was wearing at the beginning of the evening has already been damaged. His underwear has long since been lost. His hole is slick with oil and other men's semen, dripping down his inner thighs.
When he sees the dark figure at the end of the hall, his instincts tell him to freeze. His fluffy squirrel tail twitches as he tries to assess. Is that thing even real? Is any of this real?
Prey instincts take over, telling him to run, and he darts away down the hall even though he knows it may very well already be too late.
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Then Huaisang flees and the game is on. The demon stops pretending altogether.
Two steps down the hallway, some decision is made in his head that running down the corridor on two legs is going to take far too long. He's impatient to have something trapped and squirming beneath him now. So, the sound of human footfalls quickly give way to the sound of four sets of clicking claws and heavy paws pounding against the fancy tile, and his prey has two seconds before a whole lot of muscle and fur tackles into him from behind.
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He catches himself on his hands as he falls, weighed down by the powerful body above him. Instinct makes him go still and pliant, knowing that if he struggles he'll be caught again, pinned again, and perhaps worse. If he cooperates, he might survive.
Breath coming in frightened little gasps, Huaisang trembles beneath his captor, mind not quite sure how to process the sight of heavy furred paws on either side of him. As strange as this night has been, it somehow keeps getting stranger.
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Dirk almost considers stepping back and letting him run just so he can chase him a little more, make a game of it. But he's too hungry. Whatever this place is doing to him, putting a needy heat in the core of him, he can't let this little morsel run off.
Doesn't mean he can't still toy with him though. Playfully, (for a giant hell-dog) he nips at the side of Huaisang's neck with big, sharp teeth.
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His heart is pounding so hard and fast that it hurts. He yelps at the bite, tensing up and cowering, but when it doesn't break skin he dares to peek. "Easy," he murmurs, soft and coaxing. His tail had pressed down between his legs when he'd been pounced, but now it flicks a few times, terror easing back to skittishness. "Don't... don't hurt me."
Lifting a shaking hand, he draws his long hair fully forward over his shoulder so it's out of the way.
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Dirk has always liked necks. The best scent is there, it's a place for all kind of intimacy--both murder and everything carnal. Full of nerves, very vulnerable. Another indulgent nuzzle, this time nudging up under the corner of the man's jaw until it's turned a little to the side, before dragging a very warm tongue--hotter than it should be, matching the heat radiating off the entirety of the beast--up along the entire side of his throat. Just having a little taste.
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"Can you understand me?" he asks, reaching one arm up over his shoulder to gently ruffle the thick fur along the side of the beast's neck. He's still quivering with fear, breath and heart both rabbit-quick. "Be sweet, puppy. Don't hurt me."
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And fingers ruffling into his fur only stoke the demon's need to play and get rough and take. Be sweet, huh? He drags his tongue up along his prey's spine one more time, from the pretty neckline of his gown up to the nape of his neck, before he's suddenly not looming quite so directly over him anymore.
He's moving back. But it's so that he can paw roughly at the lacy fabric covering his back and nip at his waist. Just bullying him a little, messing up his dress, until he gets down to the skirt of it, which he begins to nudge and pull with his teeth to pull it up and out of the way.
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His dress has already been damaged past a point of aesthetic repair, so he's not as worried about a few more tatters, but he doesn't want to have to stagger home completely nude.
The squirrel tail is helpful in this instance, constantly lifting the back of his dress, though it keeps flicking restlessly, fluffing in the monster's face.
Instinct pricks at him to take the opportunity to bolt, but he knows that he'll only be pounced again. Reaching back, Huaisang grasps the hem of his skirt, pulling it up so as to expose the bare skin of his ass.
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And then comes the tongue again. The scent of sex, the sticky signatures of everyone who has taken his prey already tonight is overwhelming. Releasing him, he trades the biting for mouthing, nuzzling into the soft flesh of his inner thighs, breathing deeply, lapping his tongue over the evidence there.
If he hadn't already been aching for yet another release tonight, he can feel himself swell until the tip of his cock is peeking out of his sheath, his breath beginning to pick up into an eager panting.
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His cooperation seems to work, because he's then rewarded by tongue and nuzzling, licking at the sensitive skin of his thighs. He's never felt a tongue that large before, and it laps generously over his skin, cleaning up some of the evidence from the previous rounds.
Arching his back to offer more of himself, he spreads his legs a little wider, putting himself shamelessly on display. His tail curls higher, curving prettily up against his spine as the pleasure overtakes his fear. "Ah! Yes. Please."
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He's stiffening past his sheath and his hips are already beginning to buck against nothing, so he abruptly leaves the dampened skin to open air for a moment, before lunging forward and wrapping powerful forelegs around the waist of his prey-turned-partner. Heavy weight and warm fur blanket over Huaisang's back as the beast mounts him, pulling tight until the feel of hot-wet hardness is hugged up between his ass cheeks.
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He whines when it stops, leaving him cold and empty, hole clenching around nothing, but he doesn't have more than a moment to feel the loss before he's mounted. An unmistakable hardness presses against him, nestling between his cheeks, and Huaisang struggles again, instinct and fear overwhelming him for a moment. "No, no, wait," he begs, whimpering with terror.
His left hand reaches back, trembling fingers curling around that thick shaft, and he caresses it coaxingly, nudging it just off center to prevent him from thrusting in while his other hand scrabbles quickly at the pouch at his belt, pulling out a little vial of oil.
There isn't much left. He's been using it all night, and he's spilled the contents more than once, but there's enough to spill into his palm and he quickly swaps his hands, reaching back to caress that shaft with an oil-slick hand, coating it as quickly as he can from such an awkward angle.
"There, puppy." He realizes the absurdity of calling this terrifying monster puppy, but it appeals to his sense of humor and helps ease a little of the flat terror of being pinned and mounted like this. Now he guides that thick cock to his entrance, rocking his hips back against it to invite it inside. "Come on."
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And the demon doesn't want to wait now that he's beginning to get into even a little bit of a rhythm, eager for more friction than just his partner's hand. So, once he's line up, he hardly waits for Huaisang to finish whatever he's saying before he's bucking his hips forward.
He tries to not be entirely cruel about it, but the beast is still unbelievably strong. He doesn't rut forward to his full length, but he is a little merciless in how he pushes forward until pressure quickly gives way to entrance, and the tightness and warmth squeezing around him is too much to keep him from immediately pulling back a few inches and bucking forward again, just as hard.
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"Ah! You're too big, it's too much!" He's especially worried about that thick bulge at the base, coming closer to him with each thrust, and surely it isn't going to fit. Huaisang keeps his hand curled around the shaft as it thrusts into him, hand squeezing around the frightening thickness at the base. "What is that?"
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His skin somehow manages to become even warmer as he's taken over by desire. That unnatural heat grows until his partner can feel it inside as his thrusts drive deeper.
The protests mean nothing to him. He bites for the back of Huaisang's neck, latching with teeth in a rough grip meant to hold and not hurt, keeping his partner firmly in place while he fucks him.
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He can feel the incredible heat of him, hotter than any partner he's taken before, and it sets his nerves alight, making everything all the more intense as the hound above him drives deeper and deeper, until that thick bulge is bumping against Huaisang's entrance with each thrust.
"Please," he begs, whimpering and trembling beneath his partner. "I'll be good. I'll be your sheath, your bitch. Ah! Don't break me. I'll be so good for you. You can fuck me again and again. Please, puppy."
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Panting hard against the back of Huaisang's neck, he rounds his back, shifting in angle to put even more power behind the forceful bucking of his hips. As he does so, he offers his prey one reprieve--though, it still may really be more for his own benefit than the trembling creature he has mounted. As he wraps his forelegs more securely around Huaisang's waist, practically holding up his entire weight on his own, his paws hook lower than they had before, now hugging Huaisang's cock against his body. It's rough contact to be sure, but it's constant, warm pressure, rubbing in time with each thrust from the beast.
And those thrusts have a singular, lust-maddened purpose now. The length he draws out is shorter now, and he's heedless when he powers back into his captured prey, his fully engorged knot battering against the tightness in the way.
It's only a matter of time before the hound has his way and drives his full thickness into the other's body, fully taking him in the way that he so desperately wants.
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Keening, Huaisang writhes beneath him, arching one arm up over the beast's shoulder as he holds on, clinging as best he can.
The knot at the base of his cock keeps pressing forward, even though Huaisang isn't sure that it's going to fit. He can feel his hole expanding around the curve of it, stretching a little more each time, taking it a tiny bit further, but Huaisang doesn't think that it's actually going to happen until suddenly the whole thing slips inside with a pop.
He shrieks, struggling again against that immense feeling of fullness. Now that it's in, he's not sure if it's ever coming out again, and he's never felt so stretched before. The whole thing presses up against his prostate in a way that is completely new to him, swelling the whole area instead of just the spot, and he can feel his body trembling as it slips quickly towards orgasm.
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His teeth are going to leave nasty bruises. But his partner is truly his now, and he grips him tightly, keeping him close and held still while he finishes violently having his way.
He's so close. He knows he can't last long like this, but he's intent to hold out as long as he can, reveling in each hot flare of ecstasy rolling through his body, pushing him quickly toward the edge..
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The sharp prick of teeth never breaks skin, but the threat is there, the possessive demand of this creature claiming his mate, and the searing hot, wet weight of his tongue lolls against the back of Huaisang's neck.
It's more than he can take, body and emotions both already wrung out. Fear, pleasure, and need all mingle together, and Huaisang can't help but slip over the edge, crying out and bucking beneath his captor as he comes. His muscles spasm, body writhing and hole squeezing tight around the shaft inside of him, refusing to let go of the thick knot filling him up.
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Even without any room to spare, Huaisang can feel the spasm deep inside of him as the hound climaxes hard and hot. And only once he is entirely spent, filling this battered creature that he has claimed and riding out the last few blinding aftershocks of pleasure, do the teeth finally let go of Huaisang's neck.
The hound is panting over him, one forepaw on the ground again to support his weight... but the other is still hooked around his body, pressed up against his wet, softening cock, while the beast's own is still seated firmly in his body.
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But then he realizes that the monster hasn't pulled out, and the knot locked inside his body hasn't receded at all.
"What..." Huaisang starts, squirming against his captor's grip, but the knot inside of him shifts with his movement, and the angle makes him gasp, sending an aftershock through his body and making him arch again. "Ah! Fuck."
Quivering, Huaisang subsides again, accepting that this is still happening and that his body is still aroused by the sensation of being filled in this way.
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Feeling his partner twitch and arch beneath him when he makes the mistake of trying to move--and feeling some of that collateral pleasure himself--the hound leans forward to run his tongue affectionately up along the line of Huaisang's spine again. Partially as a mocking little thank-you for letting him fuck him senseless, and partially to see if he can get him to make another fun sound. And if that doesn't do it, he'll breathe near his ear and lean a little of his weight into him from behind, gently nudging the swollen knot forward again inside him.
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His swollen prostate flares at the stimulation, making Huaisang arch beneath his partner, whining. He's exhausted and he's already had more sex tonight than he's had in his life, and yet his overstimulated prostate throbs at each nudge, simultaneously objecting and demanding more. "What's happening?" he asks, breathless. "What is that?"
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