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"Valko, what are you doing here?"
You'd heard a thud from your balcony. The quiet night had carried the sound through the open door and snapped you out of your barely awake state on the couch. Valko had somehow made a seemingly graceful landing, perched on top of the railing, dressed in all black with bright golden eyes searching for you.
"Checking to see if you've still got your guard up, which you clearly don't," he states, landing with both feet firmly on the tiled floor as he folds his fingers into the shape of a gun and pointing it at your head. "Kaboom."
You push his hand away, annoyed, and ready yourself to ask more questions when he strolls right past you headed into your apartment. "Aren't you at least going to knock first?"
Valko immediately turns on his heel and taps his fist on your forhead, twice, making a point of bowing down to your height.
"Hmm," he smirks, tilting his head," I don't think anyone's home. What a shame, since I came all this way."
"Put your paws on my face one more time and I swear I'll bite."
"Haha, how adorable," he chuckles, sarcastically. Not even a second passes before he has both his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together and pressing your lips into a forced pout. "Careful, huntress, only one of us has actual fangs."
As if the statement needed proof, he leans in and bites your protruding lower lip, pulling at it for a bit before releasing.
He freezes, savoring the faint taste of you on his fangs. His gaze flickers between yours and your reddened bottom lip. Not enough, he determines. The beast within is already eager for more.
You seize the chance to overpower him, shifting your hold on his biceps so that you can twist yourself out of his grasp. In your next move, you hook your leg behind one of his causing the large man to tumble backwards, taking your with him on his descent to the floor. You quickly cage him between your thighs and lock his wrists in yours above his head, smirking proudly down at your prey.
"Who's guard isn't up?" You tease, releasing one of his wrists to mimick his fingergun from earlier. "Kaboom."
Valko just smiles, equally as proud. He can’t resist the urge to tickle your side, poking and prodding with his freed hand. Your giggles feel like a reward he hasn’t earned yet, but he wants to, desperately.
Valko knows he's still got a shot when you zero in on his fangs as he smiles. Having you studying his wolffish features with such adoration makes him feel soft and cuddly. He’d let you inspect all his not-so-human parts for however long you’d like. Map out his body with your hands, lips, tongue, until your scent was all over him. He’d let you bite. Let your dull and harmless teeth sink into his skin, over and over again, until he was certain there would be a mark there the next day.
You subconsciously lick your bottom lip, tracing the lingering phantom indents from his far too gentle bite. Unable to resist anymore, you take your pointer finger and drag it across his fangs, feeling their sharpness when he parts his lips to grant you access.
"I might bite."
"Promises, promises," you sigh, letting your smile grow with his.
Blood rushes to his cheeks, painting them a pretty pink. However, Valko is more concerned with the blood rushing to another part of his body.
Hoping to distract you from the bulge barely concealed by his pants, he bites down on your finger.
Your gasp is far too close to sounding like a moan.
"Fuck," he mumbles, shakily, the pad of your finger now resting on his lip.
The wind picks up, cooling down the sweat on your body and causing goosebumps to erupt on your bare arms. Valko can't feel the cold anymore, not now that he's bathed in your scent and tasting the salt of your skin, with his hard length so close to your core.
"Fuck?" You tease, raising your eyebrows.
"Yeah fu– wait, what? I didn’t–"
His panic is short lived, evaporating as your laughter fills his ears. Valko knows the pink in his cheeks has likely turned into a bright red by now.
He decides it's his turn to take control, rolling you both over so that he’s on top pinning you down. You thrash and pull trying to free yourself, but Valko has your wrists thoroughly pinned and your legs incapacitated, spread wide on either side of his waist.
"Valko," you say sternly, although it comes out more shaky than intended as the cool tile is pressed against your bare back. The thin cotton t-shirt you’re wearing has ridden up and exposed your lower torso to the night. You instinctively arch your back to escape the cold tile, presenting your cold and hardened nipples to the man above you.
"Fuck," he repeats, with conviction, swallowing hard as his gaze shifts to your chest.
"Yeah," you whisper, tilting your head in the opposite direction while trying to remain somewhat calm. You’re just play-fighting, that’s all, right? Then why is your pussy throbbing, wet and warm, begging to be filled. "Fuck."
You exposed your neck to him. Valko can see your pulse, practically feel it, if he counted he’d sure find it above your usual pace. Saliva gathers on his tongue at the delectable sight below him, and he fears his restraint has reached its breaking point.
"Do you, uhm–" he stutters out before all words seem to escape him. His animalistic instincts are screaming, clouding his mind to the point of silencing his human voice. Instead a wolfish growl slips out.
The sound is unexpected, leaving you confused and furrowing your brows silently asking for him to explain.
He can’t. Each quickened breath is accompanied by another soft growl or a low rumble from deep in his chest. He’s blinking rapidly trying to come up with a way to explain himself before your impression of him has been permanently tainted by this strange animalistic outburst.
"You want..?" He manages, before going quiet again. His dick has grown painfully hard within the constrictive material of his jeans. In a moment of weakness while distracted by the ache, his hips roll forward pressing his hard length directly against your core.
You both moan at the sensation before Valko finally finds a moment of clarity and he realizes what he’s done. Wide eyed and apologetic he tries to pull away and releases your wrists. He doesn’t get far when your legs wrap around his waist, keeping him tethered to you and pulling him closer.
"Yes."
Your hands cradle the nape of his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him down for a kiss. Its hungry, messy, full of need and desire.
Finally, you feel his fangs on your lip again; a gentle tug, yet you whimper almost pathetically at the mere idea of a proper bite. You can tell by the way he growls, so unrestricted now, that he wants to use more strength too. Like you, he craves the feeling of your skin between his teeth.
With one arm, he continues supporting his weight above you, the other trails down your side before dipping in underneath the hem of your t-shirt. Warm fingers find your breast, kneading the soft flesh before devoting their attention to your nipple. Valko swallows your little whimpers of appreciation as if they provide sustenance. The only thing being fueled is his own increasingly throbbing need for you.
Tentatively, he rolls his hips again. Your legs are still locked around his waist and you use them to encourage him to continue, pressing your bodies together. Suddenly, you don’t feel cold anymore. Valko’s heat radiates off his skin and engulfs you entirely.
His heat, his scent, his touch – you’re getting lost in it.
"Val… inside," you whisper breathlessly between kisses.
"What? Here?"
"No, I mean we should go inside," you giggle.
The surprised look on his face quickly matches your amused one. His forehead momentarily drops to your shoulder where you feel a breathy laugh hit the side of your neck.
"Alright, hold on tight, babe" he says mischievously, smirking like he’s got some grand plan you’re unaware of.
You barely have time to process what the nickname does to your already rapid pulse before he’s lifting you both off the cold tiled floor. With a shocked gasp you quickly grasp his shoulder and the back of his neck, digging your nails in on accident.
Valko feels the tingle of your human claws claiming him all the way down his spine, nosing the side of your neck appreciatively.
"Bedroom?" he asks, and you point him in the right direction. You’re very eager, and Valko loves it.
He doesn’t take the time to look around. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Your scent is everywhere. Perfume and laundry detergents he recognizes as yours, but also every other layer that is pure you. In here, he’s incapable of ignoring the scent of your arousal which has steadily increased since he arrived. In here it’s magnified.
"Fu-ck, you don’t know what you do to me."
Your back hits the mattress, fast. Tossed into the perfect little nest where your scent is the strongest.
Valko is on top of you mere seconds after, caging you in with his large frame. His hands map all the parts of your body that he can reach. His mouth descends on your chest, lips wrapping around your nipple through your shirt, eagerly sucking and lapping at it with his tongue.
He seems displeased when you shimmy away. Even glancing up at you with furrowed brows and a curl to his lip that almost exposes his fangs, until he realizes that you’re pulling your shirt off. He allows himself a moment to stare before resuming his actions. This time with direct access to your skin. His mouth works one nipple while his hand finds the other, rolling it under the tip of his finger.
Pressure continues to build deep in your core, aching with the need for more contact than his rolling hips are able to provide through clothing. Your hips rise to meet his and Valko takes the opportunity to pull your pajama pants down. Again, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight. Kissing, licking, and biting his way down your belly, golden eyes stay locked on yours.
Valko hooks his fingers into your panties, fighting the urge to simply tear the flimsy material off your body. Even with his restraint, they almost rip from the impatient tugging.
"Oh, you smell so good, babe. I need to taste you."
With a long, slow drag of his tongue, starting at your entrance and ending at your clit, Valko is addicted. There’s nothing slow or patient about how he moves. Licking and sucking like he’s truly starving for it. He starts fucking into you with his tongue, using the strong muscle to taste you properly, while his nose presses into your clit.
"Shit, Valko! Ah!" Your mind can barely keep up with him, but your body doesn’t seem to have that same issue as it races toward your first orgasm. "S-slow down."
He grunts disapprovingly, tightening his grip on your hips when you begin to squirm too much for his liking.
Your hand flies down with the intent of tugging at his plum colored tresses. Instead, your fingers find soft, furry ears atop his head. Glancing down through hazy eyes, you see a tail has sprouted from his rear and is flicking wildly back and forth.
Valko whimpers into your cunt. His body is clearly growing restless, but his eagerness to please and taste you doesn’t falter.
Despite his nearly drunken state and the newness of the situation, Valko reads your body like an open book. His enhanced hearing picks up on how your breathing changes to shallow and strained. The darkness of your bedroom doesn’t hinder his golden eyes from seeing each tiny droplet of sweat that has gathered on your skin. Your strong legs growing tense against his back, thighs closing in on his head keeping him locked against you.
You’re close.
"I’m gonna- I’m coming!"
Your orgasm hits, hard. A string of breathless moans and attempts at forming the shape of Valko’s name echoes in the room, filling his ears with your praises. He relishes in the feeling of your hips rolling against his mouth, using him to ride out your high. When you settle, he switches to gentler kisses and licks, lapping up your arousal like a reward now that he's finally earned it.
You don't have time to process the intense feeling for long. The impatient wolf at the foot of your bed clutches and releases the flesh of your hips, trying to keep himself from pouncing on you, fighting against every fiber of his being telling him to claim.
Propping yourself up on your elbow, you reach down to hook your fingers in the collar of his shirt and pull. Valko crawls over your body, wide eyed and obedient.
He's practically shaking above you. How much he's holding back, you don't know. However, you've realized that you'd prefer if he didn't. If you're going to do this together, you want all of him.
"What do you need?" You question. His lips linger only a few centimeters away from yours, parted and almost quivering with poorly concealed lust. "Whatever you need, take it. I want you to."
He pulls back slightly, shaking his head when he speaks. "Don't say that. You don't know what you're agreeing too."
"Show me."
"I might hurt you," he says, almost like a challenge.
"I'm a capable hunter."
Valko huffs out a laugh, dropping to kiss your collarbone, neck, jaw, before stopping with a teasing graze at the corner of your mouth.
"I know you are, huntress. The beast in me has sensed that about you since we met. No fear, no uncertain moves. You're confident, even when I get close like this..." he whispers, sneaking a hand between your bodies and unbuttoning his jeans. "...which is exactly why it would be dangerous. You're irresistable. If you say I can take, I won't stop taking until I've had my fill."
Valko is right, you don't know what you're agreeing to. A fact that becomes even clearer when you feel his bare cock, warm, thick, and heavy, pressed against your sensitive folds.
You see relief flash in his eyes for a moment before it's consumed by need and instinct. His pupils dilate, enhancing that bright yellow glow in your dimly lit room. A sharp fingernail you're certain was not there before trails up your side. There's not enough pressure to break skin, but enough to leave a pretty, rosy line from your hip to right below your breast.
"You asked for it, babe." Then he stands, shedding the rest of his clothes in the blink of an eye.
You knew Valko was big, obviously. But seeing him naked, all raw muscle and warm flesh, makes your previous assessments feel like a gross underestimation. He must have noticed the shift in your expression as your eyes mapped out his body, the way your breath hitched when they lingered on the impressive length between his legs.
"Scared?" The words are meant to taunt and tease. Valko wants to lure out the huntress, using himself as bait.
He climbs back in bed, trapping you beneath him. An unwilling gasp escapes you when he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, seemingly hitting perfectly every time you try to open your mouth.
"Use your words, huntress."
With a scowl and nostrils flaring slightly, you mutter out, "n-no, I’m not scared."
He chuckles darkly, keeping his gaze locked on yours while slowly dragging his cock down from your clit toward your entrance. Both your breaths hitch when he nudges your hole. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, lust and desire clings to your skin, and Valko seems to have reached his breaking point.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," he mumbles against your lips.
You don’t have time to question him. The stretch of his cock slowly sinking into you clouds your mind and overtakes any coherent thought. Its not until Valko’s growls turn into pained grumbles that you’re able to snap back.
"Valko?"
"Sorry, it’s so hard."
"W-what?" You whimper as his body shifts slightly, another couple of centimeters disappearing inside of you.
"You feel so good, babe. You have no idea. I-I cant–"
He pushes forward, sinking every hard inch of himself into your warmth. You whimper, biting your lip through the sting. Valko notices and begins nipping at your lips until your bite relaxes. He kisses you, rolling his hips back and forth a little faster than he would have liked to. Your participation in the kiss pauses, replaced by heavy panting against his lips. Valko tries to initiate something, but you’re not entirely sure what until he speaks.
"Bite me," he mumbles, pressing his own bottom lip in between yours in an open mouthed kiss. "Bite me instead, babe, please."
You obey, biting down on him like you just did on yourself. It makes him pick up the pace, rolls turn into quick thrusts that reach the deepest parts of you. The sting is still there, but you don’t care anymore.
His lip is released when your moans become too much to contain behind your teeth. Although Valko craves your bite, his alert ears excitedly welcome your unrestrained sounds of pleasure.
Strong hands claim your legs, hoisting them up onto his forearms. The slight change in angle has you seeing stars. His tongue slips out from behind his teeth, happily tasting your skin and drooling onto your neck.
The lewd sounds of skin meeting skin and liquid arousal is nearly drowned out by Valko growling and whimpering against you. You can’t see his tail, but you feel the cool winds it creates in quick gusts on your legs. Goosebumps appear, caused by chilled wisps of air or Valko’s heat, maybe both.
"So perfect," he slurs, "my pretty huntress, taking me so well."
Your gummy walls succumbed to his size long ago allowing the tip of his length to kiss the deepest parts of you.
"Val–fuck, you feel so good, Valko."
"I knew you could take it – take me. My capable huntress. Mine."
The claim unlocks something in him; a feeling and instinct he hoped to keep at bay. But then you speak again, and Valko realizes he’s doomed.
"Yours."
His teeth find your neck, biting down into the soft flesh and breaking skin. The taste of metal tingling at the tip of his tongue. Your body goes rigid, nails sinking into his shoulders, and you find yourself falling over the edge before you’ve had time to realize what’s happening.
He holds you through it, only releasing the caught skin to whimper into your ear, "mate, my mate. You’re mine now."
A new stinging sensation blooms at your entrance, the burn much more intense than before. Valko’s lips don’t leave your neck. They linger near his bite where he licks and kisses the wound, mumbling your name between each strained breath.
"You’re my capable huntress, right? You can take it, can’t you?"
You don’t know what he’s talking about until you feel an impossible stretch right before Valko stops moving. He clings to your body, warmth filling your insides as he cums.
Cautiously, he rises from the safety of your neck so that he can check in on you. Some clarity has been regained now that his knot has locked the two of you together.
To his horror, your face depicts ache and discomfort. He ruined it, he went too far. The beast claimed too much of him and now you’re dealing with the consequences.
"I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."
He begins licking your cheeks, tasting the salty tears you didn’t know had been spilled. After a brief pause, the licks are replaced by kisses.
"I’m ok," you smile, unconvincingly.
The wounded look on his face breaks your heart. Your palm begins caressing his cheek and he relaxes instantly, seeking your comfort.
"I promise, I’m ok. I just wasn’t expecting that."
"Was it ok?" His human ears have gone bright red. The wolfish pair atop his head lay flat against his hair.
You nod, smiling. This one is bright enough to convince him.
"So… how long do we stay like this?" You question.
The flush spreads to his cheeks.
"A while…" he says, vaguely, after retreating to hide in the crock of your neck.
You can’t help but giggle at him. The large wolf, bashfully seeking shelter in your arms.
"Hey, Valko?"
"Hm?"
"You bit me pretty hard just now, what was that about?"
His eyes go wide. He doesn’t respond with words, instead he sinks even deeper into your embrace and rubs his nose against your skin, leaving your mind to work out why his knot seemed to pulsate when you asked your question.