Monstrophy, Vol. 1

Ties That Bind

Lazy Sundays are the best, in your opinion. You haven't had to put on real clothes all day, and you've been binging on Netflix and munching on takeout. Cyrus has been drifting in and out of consciousness, sometimes joining you for movie time, but usually just passed out and snoring. Not that you mind, he keeps night hours and when he is away he's very energetic...

You're just about to queue up another film when you hear him stir. Glancing out the window you notice it's somehow become night without you noticing. His wolfish, hulking frame fills the bedroom doorway as he staggers out.

"Mornin', babe!" you smile at him.Cyrus grunts and shuffles over to the coffee pot, pouring himself a mug and downing it in one go. Grimacing, he joins you on the couch.

"Why'd you let me sleep the day away?" he asks, his voice deep and gruff as he speaks around his sharp teeth.

"Because you were sleepy." you elbow him, teasingly.

"Yeah, but I wanted to spend the day with you, you work so much during the week."

You climb astride his lap and run your fingers through the fur on his chest, his massive clawed hands coming up to lightly grip your waist. "Well, the night's just begun..."

He grins at you lasciviously, that wolfish smile making your heart skip a beat. He buries his muzzle against your neck and starts to bite teasingly at the sensitive flesh there.

"Baaaabe, you know I hate it when you tease me..." you breathe, wanting him to bite with some force.

"You love when I tease you, doll face." he growls. Cyrus lifts you off him just long enough to slip your pajama bottoms off your legs, before setting you back down astride him. You can feel his length hardening between your legs; he never wears clothes in the apartment.

One of his large hands moves between your legs and begins to rub you, the friction working you into a fine frenzy as he coats his fingers in your wetness. He slides his other hand down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"I fucking love your body,"he whispers against your shoulder before biting down a bit harder this time. You buck into his hand with a groan. "And I love fucking your body..."

"Cyrussssss..." you hiss.Your hands fist in his mane as you pull his face up for a kiss. His sharp teeth cut into your lips a bit, but he laps up the blood pooling in the shallow cuts with a moan. Since you've been together,he hasn't fed on anyone else, even though you know you can't provide enough blood at once to keep him truly sated. Raw steaks seem to help keep him from becoming completely ravenous, but you know he loves the way you taste the most.

He stands up and turns, depositing you on the couch before kneeling between your legs, spreading your thighs. "You are so fucking sexy, doll. God, I love the way your body curves, like I can sink my claws into you..."

Cyrus punctuates his words by squeezing your plump thighs in his hands, then leaning forward to press his muzzle against your cunt, breathing deeply.

"You smell delicious..."

You hold onto his head, running your fingers behind his ears as he growls appreciatively, and rock your hips against his face. He drags his teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, careful not to break the skin,at first.

"Please, babe, come on..."you plead.

He chuckles darkly before biting down where your thigh meets your pelvis. The sharp sting as his teeth break the skin is soothed quickly by the numbing agent in his saliva as he licks a long stripe over you. He sets to drinking from you,heat suffusing your entire body as he does. When you start to feel faint, you tug on his ears.

"Cyrus, enough, that's enough honey..."

He growls low, the rumble passing through your body, as he pulls back from you, licking your wound closed. You'll be marked for a few days. You like the marks, littered all over your body in various states of healing. They're nice souvenirs.

Cyrus brings you some juice to sip while he settles back between your legs and starts working your clit with his tongue. Rougher than a human's, it rubs against you just right, stoking the flames of your desire anew. You moan as you finish your juice, and he takes the glass from you and sets it aside without ever moving from between your legs. One thick, clawed digit pushes into you, working you open slowly.

"Oh, god, babe, yes, more,please..."

He growls low and feral at the desperation in your voice as he stretches you around a second, then third finger. Cyrus watches you through heavy-lidded yellow eyes as you writhe in your pleasure. Nothing gets him hard like watching you come undone from his hands and mouth, knowing that soon you'll be stretched tight around his knot.

Crooking his fingers against your g-spot, he drinks you through your orgasm, your hands clutching at the back of his head as you fly off the couch to grab him. He picks you up, your legs sliding around his thick waist, and carries you into the bedroom, laying you on the bed and reaching down to fist himself a few times as he looks at you splayed out and debauched beneath him. Your thighs are red with scratches and bites, your cunt slick and swollen, the green-blue-purple galaxy of hair fanned out over the pillows, gloriously ample breasts heaving with your breath.

You make him feel like such a big bad wolf...

Cyrus places himself against your entrance and starts to push in as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life. It would be easier to take him if you were on top, but you both like starting this way, the extra burn of the stretch makes it feel sweeter, that little edge of pain. He's prepared you well,though, and he slides in slowly but surely.

"Ahh, fuck, honey, you look so beautiful like this," he says, poised above you, his mouth open and panting, "stretched around my cock, taking it so well..."

"Uuhhhhnnng, Cyrus, fucking move!"

You thrust your hips up to meet him as he starts fucking you with a purpose. The thick shaft of his cock pulls you up with it as he pistons in and out, the hard muscles of his chest flexing with exertion, the mirror over your bed reflecting the power of his ass and haunches as he drives into you again and again.

When he can tell you're close, he rolls over, pulling you on top of him so you can control the speed with which you take every last inch of him. You brace yourself against Cyrus's chest, slowly lowering yourself bit by bit until your pelvis is snug against his. You rock your hips back and forth in tight circles as the rough pad of his thumb presses in rhythmically against your clit. Feeling your climax just over the horizon, you pick up speed and fuck yourself on his dick until your orgasm explodes over you. He grips your hips until his claws dig into them, you feel his knot swelling inside you, locking you in place.

With a loud growl he clamps you down as tight against him as he can as he erupts into you, his cum hot and pulsing, shooting into in thick spurts. You're still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm, and the spasms of your cunt around his cock starts to push his spend out between you, even as he continues to fill you with it. Soon both your thighs are coated in your combined slick, his heavy cock twitching within you.

Cyrus covers the back of your head and neck with one large hand and pulls you down to him for a searing kiss, grunting as move against his oversensitive dick. When he releases your neck, you push yourself unsteadily back up on your arms to look at him.

"You knotted me."

"Yeah, yeah, I sure fucking did."

"We're gonna be stuck like this for another half hour at least!"

He has the decency to look a little sheepish, your wolf.

"You could have at least knotted me out in the living room so we could watch a movie..."