On a covert mission gone unexpectedly primal, Ahsoka Tano poses as a captive to gather intel, only to be overwhelmed by the raw pheromonal power of her target.
Chapter 1 Rooted and Rutted
The door slid shut behind her with a pneumatic hiss, muffling the faint hum of the generator rooms buried beneath the rock. The air inside the chamber was thicker than expected, like the heat hadn't left in hours. Stone walls enclosed the space like a pressure seal, absorbing sound and any sense of direction. This was not a torture cell built for brutality. It was built for silence.
Ahsoka stood still in the center, wrists magnetically bound before her. The cuffs glowed a faint blue, more cosmetic than practical. She could break them in less than three seconds if she wanted. But not yet. She was waiting for her target.
This was the cost of infiltration. Play the captive. Gather intel. Endure what came.
Her eyes scanned the edges of the room. No cameras. No lights. Just faint illumination from the glow panels embedded in the floor and one overhead vent circulating a slow, recycled draft.
No obvious monitoring systems. No mirrored glass. Either they were arrogant, or they trusted him to extract what they wanted.
She wore her smuggler's gear, tight leather sleeves pressed against her forearms, knee-high boots laced over armored padding, a knife sheath still strapped empty on her thigh. Her jacket had been removed, leaving only the soft cling of a dark top against her torso. It was warm enough that the fabric clung to the center of her back.
Her target was here. She knew it before she heard him. She felt it in the air, like a magnetic presence behind the walls. And then she smelled it.
Sharp musk. Distinctly animal. The scent came with the heat, earthy and iron-rich, sliding into her nose with every breath and coiling somewhere low in her gut. That scent hadn't been listed in the dossier.
Her breathing slowed, not out of fear but control. This was part of the game.
She had played prisoner before, but never to someone who made the air feel like it answered to him.
When the Shistavanen stepped out of the shadow, he didn't make a sound. He was taller than she remembered from the profile, fur brushed and dark, the kind that blended into spaceports and back alleys alike. His chest was broad, chest rising and falling with slow, deliberate control. Yellow eyes locked on hers, intense and unblinking.
He didn't speak.
She tilted her chin upward and narrowed her gaze. "No chains? No threat assessment? What kind of interrogation skips the opening act?"
Still nothing. Just the slow press of air between them, thickening with each second, he said nothing.
Spike took one step forward, just a shift of weight. It was calculated, and she felt it as if the floor moved beneath her boots. He didn't need to speak. He let his body fill the space between them, and the room shrank around her in the span of one breath.
Her skin responded before she could stop it. A slow warmth crept across her collarbones, tightening down her chest, blooming at her navel. She tensed her thighs subtly, hoping he wouldn't notice the instinctive press. But of course he did. That was the point.
This wasn't the kind of interrogation she was expecting.
It was scent, posture, and presence. It was biology turned against her.
Ahsoka swallowed softly and didn't look away.
She was supposed to be the captive. But he was the one hunting a reaction.
Spike didn't blink. His eyes traced the subtle tension in her frame, the pulse visible beneath the skin at her throat, the slight dilation of her pupils in the dim light. He was reading her like a battlefield, measuring every breath, every flicker of resistance she pretended not to feel.
Ahsoka held his stare. The cuffs bit lightly into her skin, her wrists lifted just enough to suggest defiance. But her mind was not calm.
She could feel it now. The pheromones weren't subtle. They clung to her skin, sank into her lungs with every breath, clouding her thoughts just slightly, like mist curling in the back of her skull. She shifted her stance, careful to keep her weight even. But her body betrayed her. Her nipples had tightened beneath the thin layer of fabric, and a faint, traitorous heat gathered low in her belly.
She exhaled through her nose to calm herself.
Spike stepped closer. He loomed over her now, not touching, not even brushing against her, but the warmth of his body radiated across the short distance between them. She could feel the temperature difference, in weight, in sheer physicality. Her lekku twitched as she registered the movement, but she didn't step back.
"Say something," she muttered, trying to cut through the rising fog in her mind. "Or does the great Spike only know how to stare?"
He tilted his head slightly, muzzle twitching in what might have been amusement. Then his nostrils flared.
He was scenting her.
Ahsoka stiffened, a jolt of electricity flashing through her nerves. Her mouth went dry. It was one thing to be stared at. It was another to be studied this closely, this quietly, like prey that didn't yet realize it was caught.
She felt him shift again. She refused to look down. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. But her eyes caught it anyway.
He was bare below the waist. Not aggressively displayed. No, it was something worse. Natural, exposed just for the sake of it. Like a beast that didn't need to apologize for what it was.
The sight of it made her breath hitch.
Bright red and glistening, thick at the base and tapering toward a pointed, slightly curved tip, it looked nothing like any cock she had ever seen or imagined. The surface gleamed with natural slick, textured faintly, pulsing with barely restrained need as it rested against the fur of his lower belly.
It sent a clear message of how he planned to interrogate her if the lies continued. Ahsoka's legs locked for a moment, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She didn't move her hands as she couldn't.
Heat surged up her neck, her face flushing in betrayal. The cuffs held firm as she struggled to control her reaction. She knew her scent would change. He would smell it. And worse, she could already smell herself.
She had trained to resist pain, fear, and humiliation. But pheromonal arousal was something else entirely. It wasn't pain. It was multiplying your own desire. And it was overriding her limiting choice.
Spike leaned in. His muzzle hovered near her ear, breath hot against her skin. Still, he said nothing. Just the slow drag of his breath in and out, his scent flooding her nose, grounding her in the fact that she was not in control of this room.
Not physically or chemically. And if she didn't take control soon, not mentally either.
He inhaled again, slower this time, a long, deliberate breath drawn in through flared nostrils, and his eyes sharpened with the knowledge it gave him. A low, amused sound rumbled from his chest, not quite a growl, not quite a laugh. Just something dark and pleasing.
"You're trying so hard not to enjoy this," he murmured, voice rough like crushed stone. His breath warmed the base of her lekku. "But your body already betrayed you."
Ahsoka said nothing. She kept her head forward, face angled slightly away, though she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. Every nerve in her face seemed to buzz, and her pulse betrayed her, hammering now behind her jaw and down her neck.
He straightened, but not by much. His towering form still blocked the exit, still crowded the air around her with the hot scent of fur, arousal, and musk. The smell of her own need now clung faintly to the chamber as well, betrayed by damp heat between her thighs and the dampened leather of her inner pants. She felt it. Worse, she knew he did too.
"Mmm," Spike exhaled, nose tilting toward her neck. "There it is."
He didn't touch her. He didn't need to. The heat of his body, the sound of his voice, and the scent of slick arousal in the air were enough to make her thighs clench tighter. She fought to keep her expression hard, mouth closed, jaw locked, but her eyes betrayed her with a flicker of something too close to shame.
"This is going to be," he murmured, lips near her temple, "the most pleasurable interrogation you've ever endured."
His voice slid through her mind like smoke, heavy with promise and threat both. Not because she feared him. Not physically. But because part of her wanted to see how far he would take this. That part of her frightened her more than any chains ever could.
"You mistake biology for consent," she said evenly, though her voice came a fraction too tight. "And you're mistaking performance for weakness."
"I'm not mistaking about anything," he replied with a purr, pacing slowly around her like a beast circling its quarry. "You've spent too long pretending not to want. But now, your body's doing the talking. And I listen to everything."
He paused in front of her again, eyes gleaming.
"You can keep playing the defiant spy. You can keep pretending you're still in charge. But you'll moan all the same when I touch you."
Ahsoka's breath hitched, sharp and unbidden. She tried to mask it with a smirk, lifting her chin with artificial confidence.
"You're overconfident," she said.
"I'm patient," Spike replied. "And your scent already gave me permission."
She went still. That line wasn't empty. For his kind, it was nearly sacred. Scent-marked truth. Scent didn't lie.
And hers was saying yes.
Spike moved in behind her, his presence settling over her like heat from a furnace. Ahsoka felt the warmth of his breath at the back of her neck before his body even touched hers, but when it did, it wasn't a subtle graze. His fur pressed into the thin fabric of her shirt, broad chest fitting against her back like he belonged there. She held still, eyes forward, refusing to give him the reaction he was hunting.
She didn't speak. Couldn't. Her mouth was dry again, her throat tight from effort.
He exhaled slowly near her ear, the sound more felt than heard.
"I can smell how badly you want this," he murmured, his voice deep and unhurried. "Your nipples are so hard, I could trace their shape through your top."
As he said it, his hands lifted. They hovered just above her chest, the air charged between skin and fur. Then they settled with firm, deliberate pressure over her breasts. The fabric of her dark top stretched under his palms, soft and damp from the heat pressed between her back and his chest. Her bound wrists offered no barrier. Her arms hung low, helpless between them as his thumbs rolled across the stiff peaks hidden beneath the cling of cloth.
"Mmh." The sound escaped her before she could stop it. She bit down hard, jaw tight, but the small gasp still lingered in the air.
"Sensitive," he growled, voice rough with satisfaction. "Perfectly shaped. Just as I thought."
Her legs locked tighter. The muscles in her thighs flexed without permission, as if trying to shield her from her own response. Her breathing came faster now, quiet and broken into short, shallow bursts. She panted not because she wanted to, but because she couldn't stop.
His touch was confident and unhurried. His thumbs pressed down in slow, circling motions, tracing the stiff outlines of her nipples through her shirt until they throbbed beneath the damp fabric.
"You don't want this," he said, low and mocking, his hands kneading gently now. "But your tits are begging for me."
She closed her eyes for a long breath, willing herself not to react. Her voice came out low, hoarse with tension.
"You're imagining things."
He laughed quietly behind her. His hands drifted lower, fingers grazing the hem of her top, then slipping past it. He traced her ribs, thumbs brushing along the slope of her waist. She tensed, but didn't pull away. His hands paused at her hips, then moved down again.
His fingers slid between her thighs.
The pressure landed right against the apex of her core, where the soaked leather of her pants clung to her like a second skin. The shape of her pussy pressed clearly through the damp material, swollen and twitching beneath his touch. He cupped her fully, and the heat that radiated into his palm was unmistakable.
"Mmm." His voice dropped, darker and rougher. "Soaked already. And I haven't even undressed you yet."
He didn't try to slip inside. Not yet. His fingers moved in slow, grinding strokes, massaging her through the slickened leather. The fabric molded tighter with each pass, riding up just enough to outline the fullness of her mound, the curve of her lips, and the faint quiver of her entrance.
Her knees threatened to buckle. She gritted her teeth and swallowed a sound that nearly slipped free.
"This pussy's giving you away," he said, voice low and thick. "And it's begging for more."
She felt the length press against her lower back, hot and rigid through the thin fabric of her top. It throbbed in slow, heavy pulses. The slick shaft dragged up her spine, leaving a smear of precum that seeped through the cloth and stuck wetly to the skin beneath.
Each twitch spread more heat into the cotton. The fabric clung tighter, dampened by the mess of his arousal. The scent rising from it was thick, feral, and raw, clinging to the inside of her nose. It made her throat tighten without warning. This wasn't just scent. It was a claim. A territorial signal drawn across her spine in wet, possessive strokes.
He wanted her to feel it. To breathe it in. To be soaked in it.
She tried to hold still, but her body betrayed her. Her pulse stuttered beneath the pressure. Her muscles stayed rigid, but the ache between her legs swelled, open and pulsing. Her thighs pressed together on instinct, but there was no shielding her from the throbbing heat crawling up her back. Her nipples throbbed, tight and sore beneath the cling of her top.
He ground his hips forward, slow and deliberate, letting the hot, viscous fluid of his arousal smear across her spine. It oozed thick and warm, soaking the fabric, marking her skin in sticky trails.
Then her top tore.
His claws hooked beneath the hem, sharp and fast. One pull, and the cloth split apart. The sound cracked through the air. Her chest was bared instantly, the cold barely grazing her skin before his hands replaced it.
Rough palms claimed her breasts with steady weight, fingers spreading to cup her fully. Thumbs dragged over her nipples, slow and unyielding. The contact sparked jolts that tightened every nerve in her chest. Her nipples stiffened instantly, swollen and flushed with heat.
"Ahh…"
The gasp escaped before she could bite it down. Her breath caught, sharp and trembling.
He kneaded her slowly, alternating palms, coaxing more response with measured pressure. His thumbs circled the hardened peaks, dragging slow passes that forced her breath to stutter. Her head dropped forward as her chest rose and fell, caught in shallow waves.
Then he leaned closer.
His muzzle brushed against her lekku, warm and steady. His breath bathed the side of her face, then dipped lower. His tongue slid out, hot and slick, tracing the sensitive base of one head-tail in a single, deliberate stroke.
Her body convulsed. A moan slipped from her lips, unguarded and raw.
"Mmh… ahh…"
"There it is," he growled, voice thick with satisfaction.
Her thighs clamped tighter, but it was hopeless. She couldn't hide the blush that crept down her chest, the twitch in her hips, or the way her body leaned unconsciously into his every move.
His cock dragged lower, swollen and slick, rutting against the small of her back in slow, grinding strokes.
The fire that spread through her now left no room for thought.
And she knew it.
His breath stayed low and steady, but his movements turned deliberate. She felt the shift in him. There was no more testing or teasing. He had read her, and the answer was yes.
With one firm pull, his claws tore through the waistband of her pants, ripping the material at the hips. The tension snapped the leather like paper, leaving it to fall in loose tatters around her thighs. Beneath, a soaked pair of panties clung tightly to her heat, sheer and nearly translucent from how drenched they had become.
Spike growled behind her, not from hunger but from approval.
"Just look at this," he murmured, voice thick with desire.
Two fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear. He dragged them down slowly, letting the wet fabric peel from her folds. It clung for a moment, stuck to the slick swell of her pussy, then fell to her ankles with a wet slap. The cool air touched bare skin, and her arousal gleamed in the dim light like oil over fire.
Her thighs parted slightly, not from consent, but from instinct.
"Ahh..."
The moan escaped without thought as his fingers returned. They brushed directly against her bare pussy, warm and swollen and begging to be filled. He traced the outer lips, dragging slow circles that made her tremble. Then he pressed between them, splitting her with ease. His fingers slid through the slick folds, parting her gently, spreading her open.
Her clit twitched as he passed it, swollen and exposed. A soft flick from his knuckle made her breath catch.
She arched her back in response, hips moving without permission, grinding back into his hand.
"Mmh... please..."
The word broke from her lips, more breath than voice, but more real than anything she had said since entering the room.
He pushed one thick finger inside her.
The stretch hit instantly. Her walls clung to him, twitching with each pulse of heat. The slickness let him sink deep, knuckle by knuckle, until his fingertip pressed against her inner wall. He pulled back slowly, then pressed in again, this time with a second finger beside the first.
The sound was unmistakable, wet and needy.
"Ahh… please…"
Her pussy tightened around him as he fucked her with deliberate pressure. Each thrust stirred molten heat, slow and deep, his palm grinding forward with every motion. His fingers curved just enough to press against that aching spot inside her, stroking it in slow pulses.
His thumb found her clit and circled it lazily, dragging over the sensitive nub again and again.
Her breathing broke apart. Her body quivered. Her legs shook beneath her, and her hips rocked in rhythm to his hand.
Behind her, his cock pulsed visibly, dragging slick along the small of her back. More precum smeared across her spine, hot and heavy. It leaked in thick strands now, joining the glisten already left behind. The heat of it soaked into her skin, the weight of it a constant, throbbing threat.
Her walls fluttered around his fingers. The pressure was unbearable.
Then he pulled out.
The emptiness was immediate. She whimpered low, her core clenching around nothing. Her hips pushed back, seeking his hand again. But instead of fingers, what met her folds was larger, hotter, and impossible to ignore.
"Mmh... ah..."
The thick head of his cock slid along her pussy lips, grinding against the swollen entrance. It dragged from her clit down to her opening, slick with his arousal and her own, the texture firm and throbbing.
Her thighs trembled as he nudged against her slit, smearing precum into the mess already dripping from her.
She looked back over her shoulder. Wide-eyed. Breathless.
He met her gaze with a steady, hot look, waiting for her choice.
He hadn't moved to enter her yet. He hovered there, the tip of his cock rubbing against her wet folds, letting her feel it. Letting her feel everything.
He was giving her one final chance to stop.
Her answer came without hesitation.
She pushed back, arching her spine as her legs widened. The thick head pressed against her entrance, testing the tight resistance of untouched flesh. Her breath hitched sharply. Her body strained with tension, her slick folds parting just enough to cradle the tip.
Then it gave.
A sudden stretch tore through her, raw and unyielding. Her eyes flew wide as the barrier broke. A soft cry escaped her lips, sharp and aching, part pain and part startled shock. Her body trembled, her muscles drawn taut as she took him in inch by inch. The sting of her first time was undeniable, a sharp pulse that lit her nerves with fire, but it was quickly swallowed by the molten heat of arousal coursing through her veins.
His girth forced her open slowly. Her slick walls clenched down around the intrusion, still fluttering from the sudden stretch, squeezing him in tight pulses as if trying to reject him and keep him all at once. Her wetness smeared between them, easing the thick length deeper with obscene sounds that echoed in the chamber.
She gasped, voice trembling as she bottomed out against him.
"Ahhh... f-fuck..."
Her ass pressed flush to his hips. She could feel every inch of him buried deep inside her. He was thick and hot and unrelenting, the heavy weight of him settling inside her core. Her inner muscles fluttered around his cock, struggling to adjust to the fullness. Her fingers curled into fists, knuckles white, and her wrists tugged instinctively against the bindings above her head. The restraints kept her grounded as the overwhelming pressure rolled through her in waves.
Spike growled low in his throat. The sound was primal and full of male satisfaction.
"You needed it," he said, voice like gravel.
His hands tightened on her hips. He adjusted her stance with steady, commanding pressure, lifting her pelvis slightly. The angle shifted her balance and arched her lower back, exposing her even more. When he drew his hips back, the thick shaft dragged along her walls, the friction raw and intimate.
Then he thrust again.
The broad head ground against her inner walls, forcing a cry from her throat. Her nails dug into her own palms as she rocked with the motion, feeling him reshape her with every thrust. The drag of his cock was relentless, every vein distinct as he withdrew, only to push forward again with a wet slap.
"Ahh... yes... deeper..."
The words came out breathless. Her voice was wrecked already. She could feel her walls squeezing him tighter with every stroke, dripping slick around him. The steady rhythm built like thunder, hips slamming into her ass with wet, slapping sounds. Her moans spilled freely now, rising with every push, her whole body jolting beneath the impact of his thrusts.
Her pussy clenched again, tighter this time, slick and sensitive from the stretch. Each stroke knocked her forward into the restraints, and her back arched harder, offering more. Her breath came in broken pants, hips grinding back against him with helpless need.
He was filling her completely, stretching her wide, fucking her deep, and her body had begun to crave it. The pain from her virgin loss had melted into aching pleasure. Her slick folds swallowed him hungrily now, squelching around him with every thrust.
"Mmh… ah… harder…"
She moaned into the wall as his cock dragged through her soaked channel with powerful, claiming thrusts. Her legs trembled, the impact of each motion rocking her forward, the rhythm brutal and demanding.
He grunted above her and grabbed her waist, shifting her a step toward the wall. His strength moved her effortlessly. She let him guide her until her palms pressed flat against the cold metal. The chill kissed her skin, grounding her as her hips arched back, presenting for him instinctively.
Her back curved to take him deeper, ass lifted with need. The position was perfect, letting him hit every spot inside her with punishing precision.
"Ahh… right there… yes…"
Her slick ran freely now, a wet sheen dripping down her thighs, pooling at the tops of her boots. Each slam of his hips sent more of her juices splashing down the base of his cock, coating him in heat and want.
His pace turned merciless. He rammed into her with savage, rutting strokes, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing sharply in the chamber. Her moans grew louder, broken gasps pouring from her lips. The pressure built fast, like she was being railed by some feral, unstoppable creature.
She was close again. So close.
And nothing in the galaxy could stop it now.
The orgasm tore through her like a shockwave.
Ahsoka cried out, the sound raw and high. Her hands slapped flat against the wall, fingers splayed wide as her body seized. Her pussy clamped tight around his cock, pulsing, milking, spasming around the thick length lodged deep inside her. Pleasure detonated in her core, white-hot and unrelenting.
"Ahhh… f-fuck… I'm… ahh…"
Her legs buckled beneath her. The strength gave out all at once, thighs trembling violently. Her knees hit the floor with a dull thud, slick dripping between them. Her upper body remained slumped against the wall for a breath longer, spine arched, hips twitching with the fading aftershocks.
Spike stepped back as she crumpled, letting his cock slide free with a thick, wet sound. It bobbed forward, rigid and glistening, smeared in her cum and his own precum. He circled around her slowly, watching her collapse onto her knees, arms limp at her sides, shoulders rising and falling with every breath.
"Pathetic," he growled, voice low and rough. "You came that hard from just my fingers and cock? Weak. And I've barely even started."
She didn't argue. She couldn't. Her lips parted, eyes hazy, chest heaving. Sweat trickled down between her breasts, mixing with the mess already covering her thighs.
Her forehead dipped low, resting briefly against the wall, but she lifted it a moment later. She sat back on her heels to balance, knees spread, glistening and dazed. As she looked up, Spike stepped closer, his cock dangling heavy in front of her face.
Smack.
It slapped across her cheek, wet and warm, the tip leaving a streak of slick just beneath her eye. She flinched slightly, not in shock, but in reaction. Her eyes stayed half-lidded, gaze fixed on the length hanging inches from her lips. Her breath came ragged, her thighs still twitching from release.
The head of his cock hovered in front of her nose, thick and pulsing, the flushed tip slick with precum.
And she didn't turn her face.
Her next inhale came deep and involuntary, and her nostrils flared. The scent hit her instantly. Sharp, rich, hot. The musky tang of his precum mixed with her own lingering arousal. Her whole body tensed, reacting before her mind could catch up.
"Mmh…"
A soft, hungry sound escaped her lips.
She didn't pull away. She didn't even blink.
His cock twitched, precum dribbling from the tip again, glistening just beyond the curve of her upper lip. A drop slid down and smeared across her skin, warm and viscous. Her breath ghosted across the head with each exhale, warm and open. Her face was flushed, lips wet, eyes glazed from release and scent-drunk submission.
She was still on her knees.
She let the head of his cock drag across her tongue again, licking up the smeared precum as she went, breathing slowly through her nose as her lips wrapped around him tightly. The pressure of his hand stayed heavy on the back of her head, one thick claw curling into her lekku like a leash. His hips didn't thrust yet, but she felt the subtle tension in his thighs, the readiness in every fiber of him.
"Mmhh..." Her mouth stretched around his girth, jaw already beginning to ache as she took him deeper. The blunt head pressed against the back of her tongue, and her throat tensed reflexively. She swallowed and pushed farther, letting more of his length slide into her mouth.
Her tongue flattened as she sank lower, sucking with more intention now, trying to control the rhythm before he took it from her. The fur of his abdomen brushed against her cheeks. His musk filled her lungs with each inhale, grounding her in the overwhelming reality of what she was doing. The heat of him, the salt, the throb against her lips. It left her dizzy.
Then came a sharp sting of pain. Her teeth had scraped him.
He snarled low and sharp, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. One hand slammed down on the back of her head, the other locking tight around her lekku. She tensed under his grip. The pressure on her sensitive tendrils sent a bolt of heat straight through her skull.
"You bite me again, and I'll knock the sense back into you," he growled.
Before she could even swallow the panic rising in her throat, he pushed her forward. His cock slid deeper, forcing her jaw wider than she thought it could go. The head breached her throat, tight and unprepared. Her reflex fired instantly, and she choked.
"Ghhhk—!"
Her fingers dug into his thighs, nails scratching for something to hold. She didn't pull away. He didn't let her. He kept her steady, one hand heavy on her head, the other anchoring her in place by her lekku. Her throat clenched around him, slick with spit and resistance. Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, coating her chin as she fought for breath. Her eyes watered. Her lekku twitched beneath his grip, overstimulated and trapped.
"You're not leaving until I finish. Learn."
His hips shifted. The first thrust was slow, dragging his cock from her throat with a thick, wet sound. The glide was tight and maddening, the heat of her body wrapping around every inch. Then he pushed forward again. Her lips flattened against his base. Her nose pressed into his fur. Her throat flexed, swallowing around him without permission.
The heat built fast. In her chest, in her cheeks, and between her thighs.
She tried to adjust, tried to keep pace, but his grip didn't ease. He moved with growing rhythm, his thrusts turning rougher, pushing her limits. Thought slipped away. Her body just reacted. Just breathed. Just took.
"Suck harder," he ordered, voice rough with the edge of restraint.
She obeyed. Her tongue moved beneath him, jaw trembling, cheeks hollowed as best she could. Her moans were trapped around the girth, stretching her throat, barely audible beneath the thick slurps of wet pressure. Spit coated his cock in slick layers. Her chin gleamed with it, her face a mess of effort and heat. Her eyes rolled back, lashes wet, vision swimming.
He twitched.
Then he came.
Hot, thick spurts shot down her throat. She coughed once, instinctively swallowing the first wave. The volume kept coming, each pulse heavier than the last, each one demanding space her body barely had. Her gag reflex fluttered again as her muscles tensed. Her eyes shut tight, her whole body seizing with the shock of it.
He stayed buried, cock still pulsing, holding her face flush against his groin until the final drop was spent.
His seed hit her stomach like fire.
And then it hit her brain.
The pheromones triggered something primal, something she couldn't suppress. Her thighs clamped together, her breath catching in her throat.
"Ah... fuck—"
She moaned around his softening length, hips shifting in restless need. Her skin flushed, nerves buzzing with a drugged, aching hunger. She drew back just enough to catch the last drops on her tongue, letting them pool there before swallowing. Her lashes fluttered, eyes unfocused.
"More," she whispered.
His grin bared fangs.
She gasped as he finally let her breathe. Her lips slipped free from his cock with a wet, lewd pop. Her throat throbbed, stretched, and sore, and thin strands of saliva still trailed from her chin to his shaft. She froze in place, panting on all fours, her whole body quivering with overstimulation. The warmth of his cum lingered thick in her mouth and belly, heavy and clinging. Her core throbbed in reply, twitching with each pulse, aching and hollow.
"More," she whispered again, voice rough and cracking.
Her knees slid apart on the cold floor. Her arms trembled, but she raised her hips without hesitation. The motion was pure instinct. She arched her back, presenting herself. Her bare slit glistened, parting with each shuddering breath. Her folds pulsed, slick and swollen, streaked with his musk, the shimmer of orgasm still smeared across her thighs.
He watched her from behind, hand lazily stroking his cock back to hardness. The veins stood out, skin wet with her spit and his release.
"Begging already?" he muttered.
She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her breath came in shallow pants, cheeks flushed as she looked back at him. Her lekku lay limp down her spine. She lowered her head and lifted her hips higher.
"Please," she breathed.
He knelt behind her. One paw gripped the round of her ass, spreading her open as the other slid between her legs. She jolted at the contact, gasping, biting her lip. His touch was rough but deliberate, fingers dragging slick heat from her slit before slipping in. Two fingers pushed deep, curling inside her.
"Mmh—"
Her walls clenched hard, still fluttering, still raw from the orgasm that had left her aching. He pulled his fingers out slowly, wet with her arousal, and let her hear it. The obscene sound made her twitch.
Then she felt him shift behind her. His tip nudged lower, not at her entrance but against the tighter ring just below.
Her eyes widened.
"Nngh—wait..." Her voice trembled, unsure if she meant it. "Spike... not there—"
Too late.
He thrust.
"Ahh—!"
The blunt head breached her, slow but unrelenting. Her muscles clamped down, burning as they stretched to take him. A ragged sob broke from her lips, vision swimming with tears as the thick intrusion forced her open inch by inch. The pressure was sharp, unfamiliar, and impossibly deep.
"Fuck…!"
He didn't wait long. His claws clamped around her hips, dragging her back onto his cock as he pushed forward, driving deeper. The stretch made her legs shake. Her ass convulsed around him, the sensation a violent mix of pain and heat that sent a shudder up her spine. Her toes curled against the floor. Her breath caught in her throat.
"You can take it," he growled.
He started moving.
Each thrust slammed into her with brute force, shaking her entire frame. His hips snapped forward, his fur brushing her backside, heavy balls smacking wetly against her pussy. Her body rocked with every blow, helpless beneath him, her jaw slack and hanging open.
"Aaah.. mmf… ahh!"
Her fingers clawed at the floor, desperate for something to hold onto. Her body trembled between resistance and surrender as he buried himself again and again. The sting inside her didn't fade but deepened, twisted into something darker. Her pussy throbbed, untouched but leaking, each clench of her inner walls sending a fresh stream of slick down her thighs.
And still, she moaned.
His rhythm turned punishing, every thrust grinding deeper, heavier. Her knees scraped forward under the force, fingers scrabbling uselessly on the floor. Her cries bled into breathless, broken moans, the pain blooming into something raw and consuming.
"Ah… ahh… no…"
Her ass stretched wide around him, straining to take every inch. Her inner muscles clenched wildly as he pounded into her. Slick dripped freely from her swollen pussy, flushed and aching, pulsing to the same brutal tempo.
Then she felt it.
The base of his cock thickened, swelling inside her. A hard, growing bulge began to press at her entrance, pushing her even wider, threatening to lock him in place.
"Fuck" he growled, voice thick and rough behind her. "There it is."
Each thrust now landed slower, grinding deep, the swollen base dragging against her ring with every stroke. The stretch became unbearable. Her walls clenched reflexively, struggling to accommodate the full, monstrous width of him as he rocked into her, forcing her body to yield inch by inch.
"Spike… it's… too much!"
But her body didn't stop him. Her hips tilted back instinctively, muscles tense, thighs trembling as his claws dug into her sides.
He snarled behind her, fangs bared. His grip tightened.
"You're going to take it."
He shoved forward. The knot slammed into her rim, met resistance, then forced its way inside with a slick, brutal stretch.
"Ahh… ngh!"
Her scream broke loose as her ass clamped around him, the knot locking deep with a wet, obscene pop. Her legs buckled. Her back arched. Her arms shook under her weight, barely holding her up as her hole tried and failed to force him back out.
He groaned, a deep, animal sound rumbling in his chest.
Then he came.
Thick, molten heat flooded her bowels in heavy spurts. Each throb of his cock sent another gush spilling into her, her stomach tightening as she felt herself fill, full to the brim. The knot sealed everything inside, locking him in place, forcing her to take every pulse, every drop.
"Ahhmm…. fuck… oh yes!"
The pressure pushed her over the edge.
Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled. The orgasm hit her hard, sudden, triggered by the sheer fullness, the stretch, the raw heat flooding her. Her cries twisted into broken moans as she dropped to her elbows, her thighs jerking with each aftershock.
"Ah! Mmnh… I can't…"
But her body kept going. Her ass gripped tight around the knot, milking him, her inner muscles fluttering in weak, pulsing waves as the flood continued. Hot cum pooled inside her, stretching her belly with the sheer volume.
He leaned over her, panting hard, still buried deep.
"Still twitching around me," he growled against her back. "Still hungry for it."
She couldn't speak. Couldn't think. Her breath stuttered out in shallow gasps. Her cheeks were wet. Her legs refused to move. Her puckered hole was locked on his cock, fully impaled, and twitching.
And she loved it.
The pressure in her belly eased as his knot slowly softened. She whimpered when he shifted, still impaled, her body twitching at every pulse. Her walls strained, stretched wide around the swollen base of his cock. When he finally began to pull back, a loud, slick suction clung to him, wet and obscene.
"Ahh!"
The knot slipped free with a messy pop. His cock slid out slowly, leaving her wide open, her gaping hole drooling thick rivers of cum. Warm, viscous release flooded out of her, trailing in creamy streams down her thighs, smeared between her cheeks, and dripping to the floor in steady drops.
Her legs splayed limply, arms slack, cheek pressed to the ground. Her pussy clenched, untouched, still throbbing. Clear slick shimmered between her folds, dripping steadily onto the floor, a perfect mess glistening in the low light.
She blinked, slow and dazed, as her breath finally started to steady every inch of her recently virgin holes stretched, used, and stained with his cum.
Then she turned onto her back.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow, trembling breaths. Her body still glistened with sweat and fluids, legs streaked with cum, thighs sticky from the previous flood. Her eyes found his, wide and glassy, but not from pain. From surrender. Her lips parted, trembling, but no words came. She simply spread her legs again, knees bent, thighs parted, her slick folds swollen and twitching with need.
"Please," she breathed.
His gaze dropped to her ruined entrance. Her pussy was flushed, puffy, glistening with her own arousal and streaked with the white that had leaked down from her ass. She looked wrecked. Raw. Beautifully used.
And she still wanted more.
He climbed over her, shadow rippling over the muscles of his furred frame. His cock, still wet, thick, and slightly smeared with the mess they'd made, throbbed as it nudged against her slit.
She looked up at him, voice barely a whisper.
"I want to feel full again."
He lined up and pushed forward.
"Ahh—"
Her folds parted, wet and eager, as his length slid into her in one slow, unbroken thrust. Her pussy clamped down violently, twitching from overstimulation and the sudden stretch. Every inch was met with trembling resistance, her walls fluttering as the sensation reignited every raw nerve.
Her hands found his arms, gripping tight as he hovered over her, his weight pressing her down into the floor. Her eyes rolled back before locking onto his again, foreheads nearly touching, her breath shallow and broken.
Each thrust drove deeper. Her slick walls spasmed around him, pulsing with the earlier orgasm still echoing through her nerves. The slap of his balls against her was loud, wet, and relentless. Her cries tore free.
"Ahh... yes... fuck, yes..."
He caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, his hips slamming forward with brutal rhythm. His growl rumbled in her chest, his breath hot against her lips. The eye contact seared into her, locking her under him, holding her in that place where pleasure turned to something feral.
"I'm going to fill you," he growled.
"Do it.. ahh," she begged, voice cracking as her legs wrapped around his waist.
He drove to the hilt and began to breed her in full. His cock carved through her, long, grinding strokes that made her hips lift instinctively to meet him. Her pussy sucked at him, swollen and slippery, stretched wide around every thrust. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, her entire body yielded to him, open and wanting.
"Ahh... ahh... I can feel you... too deep..."
Her voice was hoarse as her body shook beneath him. But she didn't pull away. She couldn't. Her hips moved with his, desperate, greedy, every breath caught between pain and pleasure. Her lips parted in ragged moans, her eyes glazed and unfocused with need.
"Take it," he snarled through clenched teeth. "Take all of it."
She cried out, loud and broken, as he slammed in one final time, driving himself as deep as her body could take, his cock bottoming out and pressing hard against her cervix.
"Ah—!"
His cock throbbed violently inside her.
Thick, molten spurts of cum erupted deep within her, flooding her womb in heavy waves. She felt the first pulse hit, thick and forceful, followed by another and another. The pressure mounted fast. Her belly tensed, then rose slightly with the sheer volume pouring into her. Heat spread through her core as the slick, fertile load forced its way deeper, sealed inside by his cock.
"Ahh… fffuck—"
She moaned, her head rolling to the side, lips trembling with each breath. Her inner walls fluttered uncontrollably, milking him, clinging to his length as if trying to keep him in. She could feel it filling her, every drop pooling where it wasn't meant to go, her cunt stuffed and her womb overflowing.
Her legs gave out, trembling as they fell open even wider, twitching from the raw stretch and fullness. Her pussy continued to pulse around him, still slick, still needy.
His hips jerked one last time, involuntarily, before he finally began to pull out. Her cunt clung to him with wet suction, reluctant to let him go.
Her pussy gaped, red and swollen, lips parted and fluttering with each exhausted breath. The stretch remained visible, her inner walls twitching faintly around nothing. Cum spilled from her in slow, creamy streams, running down the curve of her ass and pooling beneath her in warm, wet puddles. A soft slosh escaped her when her muscles flexed weakly, unable to hold anything in.
"Ahh… nnh..."
She lay there, limp.
Her arms were splayed beside her head, fingers twitching in the aftermath. Her legs stayed open, unmoving, glistening with slick and seed, inner thighs marked with streaks of white and faint bruises. Her skin shone with sweat, flushed and trembling, chest rising in shallow rhythm. Her pussy spasmed once more, involuntarily, a final trickle of cum slipping from her.
No words came.
No movement.
Only the wet sound of fluids dripping from her, soft and rhythmic, pooling onto the floor beneath her. Her eyes stared up at nothing, wide and unfocused, pupils dilated, mouth slack in a dazed expression of quiet surrender. A lazy trail of his cum still spilled from her ruined hole, her body too weak to clench around it, too open to stop anything.
She had been broken open.
And she hadn't closed.
Her arms lay limp, palms facing the ceiling. Her legs remained bent at the knees, parted wide, twitching softly with each slow pulse of her overstimulated body. Every muscle had gone slack beneath him, tension replaced by a deep, bone-heavy exhaustion. His seed continued to leak from her stretched entrance, pooling beneath her, the slick shine of it glistening across her folds and lower belly.
Her eyes blinked slowly, unfocused.
"...Clean me..." Her voice cracked, no louder than a breath. "...Please… I can't..."
She didn't lift her head. Didn't move too close to her legs. She simply lay there, wrecked and twitching, filled and dripping, her body offered without resistance.
Spike knelt between her thighs again, his hands gripping her hips, claws gentle now. He growled softly, a low sound of approval, and lowered his head without a word. His tongue dragged from the inside of her knee up to the crease of her thigh, slow and deliberate, collecting every drop she leaked.
Her breath hitched.
"Ahh..."
He licked again. Then again. Long, purposeful strokes of his tongue moved between her folds, warm and unrelenting, scooping up the mess he'd left inside her. Each pass forced her to feel it all over again: the heat, the slick, the pressure. Her raw skin twitched beneath him, her body helplessly reacting.
"Mmh... ngh... I can't... It's too much..."
Her thighs trembled, but she didn't pull away. Couldn't. Her hands twitched once, but never lifted from the floor. He dragged his tongue from her swollen clit down to her leaking hole, then lower to her overstretched rim, tasting every inch, working her open again with his mouth alone.
Her folds were engorged, flushed, and glistening, twitching with every breath. She could feel his tongue curling into the heat of her slit, pulling out thick globs of cum that refused to stop leaking from her. Her clit throbbed, exposed and tender, flinching beneath every pass of his breath.
He didn't stop until her body stopped reacting. Until the last shiver faded.
Then he pulled back, his mouth wet with her taste.
She didn't speak.
Her gaze stayed vacant, chest rising in shallow waves. Her body was flushed, soaked in sweat and saliva, nipples still peaked from cold air and lingering stimulation. Her mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but no sound came.
The n finally, her lips moved.
"...Why do I want more..."
The question came out broken, but it wasn't meant for him. She stared upward, into the dark, legs still spread, pussy still leaking, body still open and aching with need she didn't understand. Her thighs twitched again, not from resistance.
From hunger.
"...What am I even doing here..." she whispered.
And then her eyes closed.
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