The hound bites at the shoulders of the man beneath him--much more gently than the rough handling from earlier--and croons low in agreement. He scrapes teeth lovingly over sensitive nerves of his neck and back while continuing to roll his hips against his tormented plaything. He would love to brutalize this little creature again and again.
He still has one foreleg hooked under, mostly to support the other's exhausted weight so that nothing pulls horribly where it shouldn't, but that also means that there is still a paw pressed practically between his legs. Their tie will loose eventually, but he continues to tug Huaisang's hips back against his own, pushing the still-swollen knot around in his body, as long as it still makes him squirm.
Huaisang shudders at those teasing little brushes of teeth, each one earning soft little gasps and cries. The pressure inside him is no longer painfully overwhelming, but his prostate is throbbing and the ring of muscles at his entrance keeps clenching and spasming. Huaisang rocks into it, focusing on his own pleasure since it seems that his situation isn't going to change. He chases the feeling, exploring how that wide pressure against his prostate stimulates the whole area and sends flares of pleasure down through his cock and up his spine.
Every so often it becomes overwhelming and he has to pause and tremble, but the beast doesn't pause and doesn't let go, still toying with him.
He thinks that maybe the knot inside of him is starting to recede, but he's not sure that he's not just relaxing more, getting used to it. The pressure is still there, though he has to grind his hips a little harder to chase it, feeling the slight strain of the bulge against his hole when he pulls forward and then moaning when he grinds back and the monster's cock fills his body completely.
The orgasm starts low and deep, building toward an edge and then crashing over it, making Huaisang buck in the hound's grip as he comes again, making choked little whimpering noises of pleasure.
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He still has one foreleg hooked under, mostly to support the other's exhausted weight so that nothing pulls horribly where it shouldn't, but that also means that there is still a paw pressed practically between his legs. Their tie will loose eventually, but he continues to tug Huaisang's hips back against his own, pushing the still-swollen knot around in his body, as long as it still makes him squirm.
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Every so often it becomes overwhelming and he has to pause and tremble, but the beast doesn't pause and doesn't let go, still toying with him.
He thinks that maybe the knot inside of him is starting to recede, but he's not sure that he's not just relaxing more, getting used to it. The pressure is still there, though he has to grind his hips a little harder to chase it, feeling the slight strain of the bulge against his hole when he pulls forward and then moaning when he grinds back and the monster's cock fills his body completely.
The orgasm starts low and deep, building toward an edge and then crashing over it, making Huaisang buck in the hound's grip as he comes again, making choked little whimpering noises of pleasure.