The Wolf's Girl || ƒeral x ShadyPrincess

The power struggle that happened often between them was nothing less than divine. If a fight broke out, the make up sex was better than ever. And this? Well, this was pretty great too - Rex trying out new things, calling her degrading names. They were both headed toward the same end, though, that much was for certain... And quickly. Each hard thrust of his hips up into her body created a small shock wave that tingled its way up her spine. Her fingers curled tighter into the unforgiving fabric of the couch, a pointed groan escaping as he harsh nips left evidence of their playing around along her neck and collar bones. His words were doing nothing to cool the passion that she was feeling and certainly weren't going to help his intention to pull out of her in time. Her thighs quivered the closer it got, knuckles white from holding out on the blissful feeling just a little longer.

And it seemed that a 'little' was all she was bound to get. "Mmnngh... God, you feel so... fucking good..." she huffed, unable to say much more as her breath was being stolen. Tesla didn't really need to say anything more - her body was doing that for her. With just a few more bounces against his lap, her whole body shivered down to her core. She moaned loudly, overpowering the sound of the movie in the background. Her warm walls squeezed around his shaft, encouraging him to also let go, despite the obvious risk. Both of their desires were carnal and animalistic at this point, though Tesla had no way of knowing just how dangerous and precarious a situation they were about to be in. The only thought in her head was the euphoric warmth that washed over her and her singular desire to have him feel it similarly. Tesla whimpered now, each motion of Rex's body sending a pulse through her sensitive slit. A lone wolf howled and echoed in the background from the TV, though it was barely audible over the sound of Tesla's panting. Her kisses fell down along his temple and ears, drinking in the salty taste of his skin and the musky smell of is sweat.

Feeling Tesla cum was enough to make Rex come undone. Whatever ambition he might have had of pulling out, of splashing his seed in pearly arcs across her stomach and thighs, took second seat to the clinging heat rhythmically pulsing around his shaft. Squeezing, trembling, fluttering and quivering around him in an irresistible command. There was nothing quite like this, not toys, not his hands, not even Tess' velvet throat that could match the ecstasy that was her coming on his cock. He growled again, chest rumbling as the deep, almost inhuman sound ripped form him. His blunt nails sunk into the flesh of her hips and he bit down, not enough to draw blood but certainly leaving a red mark for mornings to come. And it wouldn't be his only mark upon her.

Buried inside her passage, his cock throbbed and erupted, his pleasure culminating in molten streaks gushing into her. Hotter than even their heated sexes, the viscous white painted her insides, filling every last crevice. He held her tighter, the growl trailing off into a low purr as his cum poured out of him in weaker spurts. Rex always came a lot, and today was no exception. But without the protection of rubber, his seed rushed forth and filled her, possessed her so utterly with himself in a way that made him feel delightfully dominant. The beast inside positively preened. Already he could feel his hot seed obeying the law of gravity, sliding down his length and soiling his lap and the sofa beneath. Plenty stayed inside still, plugged up by his softening length, hot and so incredibly naughty against her walls.

For a moment, Rex didn't care, too lost in the euphoria of his orgasm, of their shared body heat and the allure of the moment. But slowly, reality sunk in, and with a groan, he pulled his head away from her throat and gazed down at where they were still joined. "Shit..." he murmured, staring at the sheer amount of white that was dripping out of her. "My bad, you were just so sexy I couldn't help it..." He muttered, almost lamely, the acuteness of the situation starting to settle in. "Want to like...take a shower? It was only this once, probably wouldn't matter anyway, right?" He sounded uncertain though, and certainly felt that way. He had no idea how likely it was for him to knock her up, but knew that were/human coitus could well result in conception. But it was just this once, the chances were low, right?

Her muttered words of passion had been his warning - if he had wanted to pull out of her in time, that was his last chance. He was not completely at fault, though, of course. Tess should've known better; and yet the moment had gotten the best of her. Of both of them. As his pearly whites sunk into her tanned flesh she groaned, fingers twisted wantonly into the fabric of the couch. It was too late now, and any idea of either of them saving each other from what was gone, scared off by the archaic sounds that emitted from each of them. For what seemed like an eternity, Tess could not hear or feel anything but Rex, but as her insides settled down she was being tugged back harshly to the reality of what they had done - or what they had failed to do.

Her emerald eyes wandered down between them as well and she bit her lip; it was a combination of satisfaction and nerves. She rolled the pink flesh between her teeth and swallowed hard before responding. "Oh, uh. Yeah, yeah. Definitely. Just this once. What're the odds, right?" she said, offering him a pathetic smirk as if trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince him.

Of course, Tess had no idea that the moon that shown just barely through the living room curtains, while a beautiful sight to behold, was partially at fault for Rex's clouded judgement as well as the fate that would now follow them. With a full shudder, Tess lifted herself off of his lap and slid off onto her feet. Weak in the knees still from the pleasure of her orgasm, Tess teetered for a few counts on unsteady legs. "You're welcome to join, if you'd like. You got a little messy as well," she purred, glancing down at his lap, wet with a mixture of things. His chest still heaved in an effort to catch his breath, making it hard for her to be upset about what had just happened. She fought to push it toward the back of her mind, telling herself that just one time probably wouldn't do it. A smirk flashed across her ruby lips before she turned on her heels, grabbing up some of her clothes as she moved out of the room and up the stairs to the bathroom.

As she leaned down to turn on the warm water of the shower, her stomach fluttered. How could she have been so forgetful? Why hadn't she stopped them? The fluttering turned into a knot the longer she thought about it. Much to her own dismay, Tess could sometimes be a worrier. Often she relied on Rex to coax her out of it, but the look he had given her let her know that he, too, was nervous about this one. A child was a serious thing - and not something either one of them were ready for. Much less was Tesla ready for a were-child, or to even learn that werewolves were real period. Her world was about to be turned upside down in a way she never would have otherwise ventured to guess.