The Mating Run by Leeka

Mated

I’m so overwhelmed that I can’t decide whether to scream in ecstasy or agony.

“Please, please, please!”

His strong hands guide me back and forth with each powerful thrust, causing me to moan uncontrollably.

I am completely lost in the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of me, my eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bubbling moans and pleas spill from my mouth, the words tumbling over each other incoherently. If the timing had been different, I wouldn’t have thought twice about pushing him off. The dirt and grime on the ground make the experience of being f**ked revolting, but the pleasure of the s*x is unparalleled.

Every time his cock pushes inside of me, I feel my insides getting destroyed.

“That’s it. Take it. You can take it.”

“F**k, f**k!”

My mind tells me I don’t want this, but my body craves it, nonetheless.

Arching my back against him, I push my hips towards him, urging him to thrust deeper into me. I am lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the desire to be taken and filled, and he seems to sense it without any verbal cues from me.

I feel his hand on my hip, pressing me down into the ground, while the other hand tugs at my hair, keeping me at his mercy. The raw and intoxicating scent of him fills my senses as his chest presses against my back. His thick cock stretches me out so much that it feels like I am being torn apart.

“Holy shit,” I feel a shiver run down my spine as his lips brush against my n*ck, his murmurs sending goosebumps down my arms. He traces a line up my n*ck with his tongue, then moves to the other side, sending tingles down my spine. “You taste so f**king good.”

As soon as his sharp canines sink into my mating gland, my whole body goes numb.

The thick and warm sensation of my blood mixes with his venom as it spreads through my veins, causing my entire body to spasm. I can sense the bond forming between us as he relentlessly pounds at me, the heat of his body radiating onto mine.

“Mine. All f**king mine.”

I let out a moan of pleasure

out a contented sigh, fully

“Yes, yes, yes!”

through my body. I feel my body writhe with pleasure as an orgasm approaches, but

loud, but I can’t bring myself to

everyone know

his thumb presses into my chin, his words ringing in my ears. He grabs my chin roughly, turning my head towards what I assume is the

“Yours! I’m all yours!”

with the event being transmitted on a huge screen for all to see. I feel exposed and vulnerable, certain that

is tradition to them, and its vulgarity or dirtiness doesn’t matter in

The Mating Run.

and s*x that makes

imagine the sound of his friends slapping his back and congratulating us on forming a bond. The elderly member of our pack would

“Lift your hips.”

pushes deeper inside of me. I can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of

knot catches on my pussy, the sudden pleasure

to fill you up with my pups. You like that? I think

oh

yeah, okay. Yeah, anything my mate

my

he groans and bites down on my n*ck, his canines buried deep. In an instant, my senses are overwhelmed by the intensity

me until tears