Page 110 of Double Shot

“Oh fuck.” His head fell back, fingers tightening in my fur. “Yes.”

I did it again. And again. The front seat of this tiny car was uncomfortable, and it was getting humid in here from our rising body heat, but I didn’t care. I just needed to fuck him again. My brain was starting to switch off.

Soon Klaus’s teeth were clattering as I worked him up and down my length at a manic pace, planting my feet hard into the footwell of the car so I could fuck up into him at the same time. I was snarling, gripping his waist so tight my claws were tearing into the fabric of his shirt, my ravenous gaze locked on his body swallowing my cock over and over. He was taking the entire thing, my knot included. Every time I plunged inside him, I felt it pop past his rim, and every time I lifted him back up, there was a split second of resistance, like his body didn’t want to let go of me, before it slid free. His channel was slippery, rim still tight, providing the perfect amount of wet friction for both of us.

Klaus was moaning non-stop, restlessly clutching fistfuls of my fur as he writhed on my lap. His cock was still hidden in his jeans, but I could smell the cum from his previous orgasms. All I wanted was to see his beautiful dick as it released yet again, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t take my hands off his tight waist long enough to fumble with his fly. As soon as we got into the house, I was going to strip him naked and lave every inch of his body with my tongue before I fucked him again.

“Yes,” Klaus was chanting, working his hips to help me bounce him on my cock. “Yes—Brian—yes.”

He fought my grip to slam himself down on my lap, taking my entire length inside him, and began to rock his hips back and forth instead, grinding on my dick, faster and faster. A shuddery, snarling groan escaped me as my head fell back against the car seat. My hands shifted from his waist to splay out over each ass cheek, claws pricking at his supple skin. His insides were massaging my length, squeezing my knot, and my thighs began to quake as my lower back tightened.

I was already desperate for that mind-blowing extra release he’d coax from my body. That internal little tug at the end pulling a final stream of cum from me. I was addicted to it. To him.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming.” Klaus yanked my muzzle into his neck, shaking wildly against me. “I’m coming, I—”

He cried out, and the clench of his body around my aching prick made my vision white out for a second or two. I snarled into his neck and crushed him to me, straining my hips up. Against my belly, I could feel damp warmth seeping through his jeans as his hidden cock unloaded.

The orgasm slammed into me, making my entire body stiffen up in a rush as an animalistic sound tore from my throat. All my senses blocked out everything that wasn’t him. He was all I could smell, all I could hear, all I could feel. My knot swelled inside him again, locking us together, and this time all it sparked in me was ravenous, possessive satisfaction.

My incubus. He was mine. I was going to breed him so fucking well that he’d never want anyone else.

***

Eventually we managed to get into the house, but it was all a bit of a blur. I did know that we only just made it inside before I was fucking him again, this time up against the front door.

He shifted into his true form mid-fuck, and suddenly there was a sinuous tail wrapping around the top of my right thigh. It brushed my tail, then the cleft of my ass, making me groan through my teeth and pound into him even harder until the door was rattling in its frame. His tail crept between my legs, teasing my taint before sliding over my balls, making them wrench up even tighter to my body.

Klaus was moaning louder than he had before. He no longer had to hold the sounds back, and it was the most glorious fucking thing I’d ever heard. Breathless, hoarse, desperate. Unsteady and frantic with pleasure. Fingers clawed at my fur. Legs clung to my waist and squeezed. That tail drove me out of my mind, keeping a tight grip around my thigh to stop me from going anywhere, and still teasing the underside of my sac with undulating strokes.

I’d already come inside him several times, but my knot was still throbbing. My balls were aching for release. Every breath I took drew more of Klaus’s intoxicating pheromones into my lungs, and I let myself feel the full force of them this time. Tingles raced over my scalp, down the back of my neck, shooting down the length of my spine and converging in the small of my back. My ass. Into my nuts, up through my cock. I let out a hoarse snarl and slammed my hips forward one last time, plunging my knot back inside him a second before it swelled painfully once more. The orgasm was brutal, so intense I couldn’t see or hear anything for a few seconds, and it lasted so long that my knees almost buckled. An embarrassingly dog-like whine left me when Klaus’s body tightened to draw that last stream of cum from me. My knees did buckle then, and I had to slap a hand against the door at his back to keep us upright.

He hadn’t come, and I had to rectify that immediately. My hands shaking, I reached for his already ruined jeans and tore them open at the front, as well as his underwear, until his hard cock bobbed free.

The scent of his cum made me light-headed with fresh lust. His beautiful dick was dripping with it, completely coated. It was smeared everywhere, matting his pubic hair, glistening on his balls. My mouth watered, but my knot was still throbbing inside him, still hard and overly swollen, so I couldn’t pull out of him yet to lap up every drop of his cum.

Instead, I wrapped my hand around his pretty cock and groaned at the feel of it. Scalding hot. Achingly stiff. Ridged and textured under my fingers. It was already slick with his cum, making the glide of my fist smooth and slippery. I pumped him fast, instinct telling me that was what he needed, as his head fell back against the door and his lips parted with a broken moan.

I was right. Within seconds, his legs were shaking around me. His fingers curled into my fur and gripped tighter and tighter. His chest heaved with his quickening breaths, and his cock began to pulse in my fist before he cried out in pure pleasure.

His voice sounded different this time—almost layered, like a choir of demons were singing with him. His eyes flared a bright, brilliant white that momentarily changed the lighting in the entire hallway. Thick ribbons of hot cum streamed from the throbbing cockhead in my grasp, catching on my fingers, painting his belly, dripping down to join the mess already coating him.

I was snarling and panting as I watched it all, my tongue practically lolling out of my mouth in desperate hunger. Klaus was panting like he’d just run a marathon as he came down from his orgasm, but I was trembling just as hard as he was. My own climax had barely stopped, and I was already ravenous for him again. Even as my knot began to slowly deflate inside him, I could feel the first twitches of renewed interest in my cock. My body was working overtime, speed-running the production of seminal fluid to expel as much sperm from my balls as possible. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t impregnate Klaus—my body wanted to breed him regardless. His heat had triggered my rut, which meant my body and hindbrain had chosen him. I was responding biologically to him.

Gathering him tightly in my arms, I turned from the door and carried him down the hall to my bedroom. He whimpered softly when I laid him on the bed and carefully extracted myself from his body. I ripped my shorts down my legs and discarded them, then I removed his ruined pants and underwear, his shoes and socks, his shirt. The moment he was naked, I began feasting between his legs. I lapped at him hungrily, licking up the obscene amount of cum he’d spilled when his cock was still trapped in his jeans. I ran my tongue over his tight balls, then up the length of his still-hard, twitching cock. He whimpered and shuddered, curling his fingers back into the fur behind my ears, rocking his hips a little to slide his length over my tongue. A handful of seconds later, he was stiffening up and quaking even harder before his cock released onto his belly again. I groaned, sounding drunk with lust, and licked that up too.

“B-Brian,” he panted, gasping for breath. I looked up at him, my claws piercing the bed covers beneath us as my entire body reacted to the sight of him. Lust and something deeper and stronger and far more intense tightened every muscle in my body. My belly dipped. My cock lurched, already straining again. My chest expanded with a shaky inhale.

I wanted to kiss him so fucking badly it was making me a little distressed that I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shift out of my true form. It was just a part of a rut for a werewolf, and it had obviously never bothered me before, because I’d always fucked in this form anyway. But with Klaus… With Klaus, I missed the feel of his mouth on mine. His tongue against mine. I wanted to suck his nipples, his cock. I wanted to slide my fingers in and out of him to feel the tight, slippery heat of his ass.

I wanted to tell him all this, but I was already reaching the point where it was a struggle to communicate verbally. That usually came later in my ruts, when I was deep in the mindless haze and acting more like an animal than a man, but his heat pheromones were like a fucking drug. This rut was already more intense than any other I’d had. All I was capable of were grunts and snarls and groans.

So instead, I tried to show him in other ways. I lowered myself and knelt at the foot of the bed, gently dragging his body with me across the mattress so his heels were propped on the edge and his knees fell open wide. Then I gave the inside of his right knee an affectionate lick before I began rubbing my muzzle all over him. Up his inner thigh, over his balls as I inhaled his scent greedily, then began again on the opposite knee. My cock jerked between my legs as I did it, dripping onto the floor. Shifting upward, I crouched over him and rubbed my jaw over his hips and belly. Up his sides. Across his chest. Over his bicep and down his sensitive inner forearm, making him shiver, before lapping at his palm. His fingers curled into my muzzle, stroking me softly, making me whine in pleasure from the touch.

I scented his neck heavily. I rubbed myself all over him until he was laughing and squirming beneath me because he was ticklish, his fingers knotted in my fur. As I lifted my head to rub against his jaw and cheeks, he sighed and let the weight of his head rest against mine.

“Brian,” he said again, a whisper this time. There was a tiny smile in his voice. I could hear it.

I shuddered in pleasure at the sound of it. My body moved further up the bed before my brain had even processed it. My knees shifted out wider, sliding over the sheets the moment my hips were back in the cradle of his thighs. My cockhead seemed to find his hole with ease. With zero guidance from either of us. The moment I felt that slick, soft heat kiss the weeping tip of my cock, my hips rocked forward instinctively. Klaus let out a guttural moan of pure relief as I sank back inside him, all the way to my knot. With another careful little roll of my hips, that popped inside him too. Klaus’s whole body jolted from the sensation, but he was already shuddering with pleasure, moaning louder, raking blunt nails over my back. His tail coiled around my hips this time, and every time my ass shifted to slide my cock out of him for another thrust, it would tighten and yank me back in. Soon we were fucking so hard and fast that my bed—my extremely solid, wooden-framed bed capable of holding the weight of a six-foot-eight werewolf—was juddering precariously beneath us.