FVN Chapter 318: I Am Captain Now
Chapter 318: I Am Captain Now
"Look at me," Dimitri commanded, voice dropping to a gravelly purr.
Felicity’s fox ears pinned back, her blue eyes wide and glazed, fixed on his feral face. "See what you do? See this fucking need?" He ground his hips forward, the broad crown stretching her opening just a fraction, a burning, delicious sting. "Six of ’em used you. Ripped you open. Filled you like a fucking cum bucket. But this?" He thrust shallowly, just the tip popping past her tight pussy, making her cry out. "This is your real claim. This cock belongs inside you. Claiming what’s already mine, and I bet they can’t fuck you as I can."
"Then take me," she whispered.
Dimitri’s hands gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them, lifting her higher. He angled his hips. The thick, flared head pressed harder, a relentless, burning pressure. Felicity whimpered, her claws digging into the fur of his shoulders. "Dimitri!"
"Take it," he snarled. "Take your Alpha."
Something cracked behind his eyes, that careful, controlled mask splitting open to reveal the raw, desperate thing underneath. The thing that had been kneeling on that bank for hours, watching, waiting, burning. His grip tightened in her hair.
"Mine, fuck your so beautiful", he said against Felicity’s skin. "Right here, right now. This moment. Mine, and remember who’s in charge here, my sun, I’d choose your next words carefully." "
His hand slid down her spine, possessive and deliberate, mapping every vertebra, and Felicity understood with a clarity that punched through her chest that this was what Dimitri wanted. Not the performance, not the negotiation. Not the careful dance of sharing and compromise that six men required. He wanted her complete attention, her focus narrowed to a single point, her body responding to nothing but his hands and his voice and the particular weight of his want pressing against her skin.
He wanted to be the only thing she could feel.
And God help her, she wanted to give it to him.
She turned her head, pressing her mouth to the scar along his collarbone that faded line of damaged tissue she’d traced a hundred times with her fingers but never her lips and kissed it. Slowly. Reverently. She felt him shudder, felt the growl building in his chest, and she kissed him again, open-mouthed this time, her tongue flicking against the scar tissue in a way that made his grip on her waist go bruising.
"Yours," she breathed against his skin. "Right here I’m yours."
Dimitri made a sound, something between a groan and a snarl, and then his hand was in her hair again, tilting her face up, and he was kissing her. He didn’t let her finish. Couldn’t. His mouth crashed into hers again, swallowing whatever plea she’d been about to make, because he already knew what she needed. Had been watching her need it for hours. Had been gripping his own cock at the water’s edge, stroking himself raw while six other men used what belonged to him, and now.
Now she was whole again. Healed and empty.
His.
With one brutal, upward thrust, he sheathed himself to the fucking root.
Felicity screamed. Not pain, not anymore, but the overwhelming, obscene fullness. He was massive, stretching her healed, tight, wet pussy impossibly wide, the thick shaft pistoning deep, scraping every sensitive nerve ending raw. He bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, his pelvis grinding against her clit. Her inner walls clenched down in a vice-like spasm, milking him instantly.
"FUCK!" Dimitri roared, his head thrown back, fangs bared at the sky, then he dripped his head between her neck and collarbone, biting down. His hips snapped back, dragging his cock almost entirely out, letting her feel every ridge, every vein, before slamming home again with devastating force. Water sloshed violently around them. "That’s it! Milk my cock, you greedy little fox! Squeeze that tight cunt! Feel who owns it!"
He fucked her like a beast unleashed. Short, savage strokes that hammered her cervix, each impact sending shockwaves through her swollen belly. His hands kept her impaled, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, controlling every inch of her movement. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples hard peaks scraping against his furred chest. Felicity’s tail thrashed in the water like a dying thing.
"Ruined for anyone else!" he growled against her ear, his hot breath scalding. "Feel this cock? Feel it branding you? Gonna fuck their taste out! Gonna fill you so deep." His thrusts became erratic, brutal, losing rhythm as primal need took over. One hand slid around to her belly, palming the curve possessively, his touch shockingly gentle against the violence of his hips. "My cubs... feel their sire claiming their dam..."
Felicity was sobbing, her orgasm coiling tight and low, ripped from her by the relentless pounding. Her cunt fluttered wildly around the thick invader. "Please! Dimitri! Sir! Gonna-haah- fuck I’m-!"
"Come!" he roared. "Come on my cock! Fuck you’re so pretty when you cry."
The command shattered her. Her back arched violently, a raw, broken scream tearing from her throat as her pussy convulsed in a series of brutal spasms, clamping down hard on Dimitri’s plunging shaft. The sensation tipped him over the edge.
He buried himself to the hilt, grinding deep. A guttural, animalistic snarl ripped from his chest as his cock pulsed, thick ropes of cum exploding deep inside her freshly healed womb. Jet after jet of scalding seed flooded her, painting her inner walls, filling her impossibly full. She felt the hot spill, the pressure, the sheer fucking volume as he pumped her full, his hips jerking erratically with each powerful spurt.
"TAKE IT!" he snarled, biting her shoulder, not gently, but carefully, of the swell beneath his hand. "Take my fucking seed! Fuck, I love you so much, milk every fucking drop!" He kept cumming, a seemingly endless flood, painting her insides white, claiming her depths with his essence. Felicity whimpered, overstimulated, her cunt still fluttering weakly around his twitching cock as he emptied himself inside her.