The Alpha's Awkward Rut

A complication

Danielle squealed at the sudden intrusion, but it quickly turned it into a wanton groan when she realised she now felt complete and so wonderfully full.
The fire that was engulfing her skin seemed to ease considerably once he had filled in that missing piece, but still burned at an intolerable rate. She wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer, and him staring at her built her arousal and humiliated her more than she could bear.
She was lucky she was so wet from her solo exploration, meaning he met no resistance as he slid into her tight, pulsing, needy quim, but it still hurt. She was stretched wide, grateful he stilled once he was inside to allow her time to adjust and stretch out for him.
He mouthed at her breasts while she opened up, fondling at them with one hand and digging his other hand in her crazy hair, sending her into a whimpering, blissful daze.
He wasn't aggressive like she had expected. Instead, he was mindful of her pleasure, taking his time and thoroughly enjoying it. Even though he yearned to just go ahead and plunge in and out of her like a charging bull, seeking his own releases, he reigned it back in with great difficulty.
He suckled each of her nipples, giving them the same electric sensation she felt in her neck, thigh and fingers. The effect was so powerful, she was reduced to a bumbling mess as his aphrodisiac laced saliva soaked into the pores of her body and got to work.
Every part of her body hummed, tingled and heated up from his undivided attention. She felt so relaxed, thoroughly enjoying him making sure she was fully ready for what they were about to embark on.
Her erotic responsiveness to his touching and kissing was, in turn, making him crazy.
Once he had taken the time to get to know her torso and was sure she had built up her trust in him, he began to thrust.
It started slow and sensual at first but quickly built up to an impatient race as both fought to reach their climax's as quickly as possible.
Danielle couldn't just lay there and take it like she usually did. In the past, she let the man take control, enjoying them worshipping her attractive body, but now, she really was like a wolf in heat.
She raised her hips to match his thrusts of her own accord. Her nails dug into his shoulders at the intense pleasure and how quickly he moved, making her really work for it. Her body was out of her control, it knew what it wanted and knew exactly how to get it, even if her mind didn't.
Garret was loving her enthusiastic as she matched his drilling. He grunted every time his knot nudged at her, teasing him as he relentlessly pounded her inner thighs. He was no longer cautious about tearing or hurting her, he didn't care. He needed that release!
Danielle lifted her arms up further and looped them around his neck, pulling his chest to hers so he wasn't hovering over her. This gave him an all new fervour, his thrusts growing to a manic pace and delving even deeper inside her.
He met her back walls, making her shriek, but she wasn't going to stop. He could break her, he could do whatever he wanted to her, as long as he kept making her cum.
In fact, she felt he wasn't deep enough. There was an internal itch that he wasn't quite reaching, but she wasn't sure what. It was as if every jolt of pain, every barrier inside her body, needed to be brutally battered down until it gave way to a whole new level of gratification.
She shoved him over onto the rocky river bank, keeping him inside her as she rolled on top of him, grinding her hips against his in search of a way to break down that final wall and reaching the unknown level her body craved.
Garret let out a loud groan of satisfaction when she took over. He gripped her hips, helping her work him in deeper, revelling that he was no longer having to do it all himself. His masturbating and the brief power thrusting he had been doing over the past twenty four hours had exhausted him so he was more than happy to lay back and leave it all up to her.
Danielle stretched her back out, arching back, gripping his chest for some stability and lifting her head back to face the sky as she concentrated on the sensations of his rock hard, twitching cock reaching every forbidden crevice inside her. She had never felt so fully explored until now. She was finding new sensitive spots she never knew she had before, that made her eyes roll back in her head and moan.
Garrets hands left her hips as she picked up speed, roughly massaging her tender breasts and driving her crazy.
The sex crazed couple were finally given their rewards.
Danielle was the first to reach her peak, throwing her head back and letting out a scream that could be heard almost a mile away, her body tensed to such a degree, she couldn't move. She spasmed, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps, but her orgasm didn't wane. The intensity built up in waves, becoming stronger and stronger.
Her heat clenched around Garret, bringing his own release with it. It was just as intense as hers, he let out a horrendous road in triumph, his body becoming rigid and he started convulsing as he finally released his seed into something that could make use of it.
It was like she was straddling a bucking bronco, the only way she could stay on was by her strong pelvic muscles squeezing around his cock.
His senses began to return before hers, opening his eyes to gaze upon the most erotic, enticing view, spurring him on to thrust hard into her airtight passage to prolong her euphoria.
They just couldn't get enough. No sooner had her pleasure decreased a little, she was chasing to keep it going, desperate to keep it at such a high level.
This continued for hours. The sun rose then seemed to set again within moments due to the duo being too focused on fucking each other to really pay attention to the time.
They switched positions from missionary to her riding him every now and again, becoming more animalistic as time went on.
Garret started to growl, his wolf fighting to take control. He had never dared to go this deep inside a woman before, but he really didn't care right now. He was still yet to fill her with his knot, but her back wall was resisting the intrusion, meaning he couldn't get inside to finish the job. When she took over from him, it was as if she wanted that final part of him that hadn't seen action yet and he fucking loved it! She instinctively knew that she needed it to feel complete and get that ultimate fulfilment.
Danielle had never experienced this type of intercourse before. Being a human, it had always been a passionate affair. Even though it had started off like that when Garret had shoved himself inside then allowed her time to get used to him, it was now downright dirty, rough, inexplicably amazing sex!
Her energy was starting to drain, though, and she began to feel sore from the savage friction they were rutting against each other's body.
Her body craved more, wanting to reach that mythical pinnacle of ecstasy she was somehow yet to witness.
She was riding him, but began to sag, dropping her body on his torso, but desperately keeping her hips going in small weak thrusts.
She was spent. Her energy left her, utterly exhausted, and her eyes closed in their own, unwilling to open again. They had been going to near to seventeen hours, non stop, although, to them, it felt like five.
Garret wrapped his arms around her, silently telling her to rest by stroking his fingertips up and down her back, keeping himself inside her and feeling her slippery, impatient quim pulsate to try and persuade him to keep going while she rested, but he too had reached his limit.
She hummed, pleasantly, at the soft, tender tickling, her arms weakly resting either side of his head. Her breathing was laboured, every muscle ached and twinged, painfully, but she still sensed the urge to continue.
She was torn.
In her mind, she didn't want anymore orgasms, she was being driven crazy by the constant, relentless nagging to have them over and over, and it frustrated her that she couldn't get satisfaction from just one of the bloody things like usual.
Her body, however, was loving the thrill of constantly being taken to the epitome of sexual heights. It craved more and never wanted to stop. It wanted Garret to continue while she laid on him in a subconscious state on top of him.
He planted a kiss in her hair, one hand lifting to brush the wild strands that had slipped over her face, knowing exactly how she was feeling right now.
He could still continue. His wolf was wanting him to push on, keep that triumphant feeling of finally being with a female during their Rut going for as long as possible, but he wouldn't hear her sweet, musical, needy whines or moans if he did.
She looked flushed, exhausted, but definitely happy, with a small, pliant, blissful smile on her face. He chuckled at her dazed expression, only a human would give in so easily.
One of her eyes peeked open, gazing at him.
"I... want moooorrreee..." she breathed, faintly.
He smiled at her, softly. "We will, gruucick. You need to rest."
"D-do you need to rest?"
"No, but I'm a werewolf. We're a lot stronger with more stamina than you humans."
"Oh... that sucks... can you change me into a wolf so I can keep going?"
"No! That would definitely ruin the mood. Come on..."
He bundled her to the middle of his chest, wrapping one arm around her to keep her to him while he forced himself to get up and take the both of them back to the cave.
"We will sleep and then I'll give y-" he stopped talking when he felt her become dead weight.
She had fallen asleep, his hard member still deep inside her, helping keep her up. He chuckled again when she started to gently snore with her head lolling side to side as he walked.
He made sure to remember her cloak then head back inside the cave that was still covered with the remains of his solo exploits, laying the cloak down before slowly lowering the both of them to the floor to fall asleep.