Hazel's POV
"Oh, Doll. Who said you could cum?" Master asks me, a smile growing across his face.
"More," I whimper again, needing him to understand and give me what I need.
"Theres no more, Doll," Master says, kissing the side of my face with a chuckle.
"More, more, more," I beg him. I don't know what I need, but I can only describe it as more.
"Alright, Ill start moving. Calm down," he says softly, his hand brushing over my sensitive breasts. I arch up into his hand and he preoccupies himself with my nipples.
I whimper and shake, it feeling so good when he does that. He pulls out of, and the fullness I am so fond of leaves me.
I'm about to sit up and protest when he pushes back in though, refilling me like I had liked. My toes curl when he bottoms out in me. Tingles of pleasure cover my walls, I can't imagine what he is feeling like. Does he feel the tingles too? Or is that just me?
"Fuck," he curses, pausing for a moment and looking down at our conjoined bodies. "You okay?" He asks me and I moan and grin my hips on him.
He tugs on he leash around me neck. "Behave, Doll," He says teasingly, starting to move again. I whine and wriggle, grabbing into him as much as I can. I dig my face into his shoulder and neck, loving how his warmth envelops me.
"You feel so good," he whispers in my ear. I squeeze him tighter and that encourages him to pick up his pace. He groans in my ear, his breathing becoming more and more labored.
With each thrust, he seems to reach a new spot in me. I can't even speak anymore, pleasure the only thing in my mind. He pulls me off of him and puts my legs together, turning them to the side.
I frown at him, not liking how he stopped. He doesn't pay any attention though to my pouting. As soon as he has me how he wants, he goes back to pounding my innards.
I gasp and moan, arching my head back as I feel him grab a handful of my hair. His hot breath sends shivers up my spine, but his lips make my core quiver as he sucks on my neck.
I jump when something sharp touches my neck. "relax," he says softly in my ear, kissing the spot that I had felt the sharpened. It takes me a second to realize that hit bit me.
He pulls my hand away from my neck, going back to nibbling and sucking on the area. The leash is still wrapped around his hand, but he no longer pulls it.
He loosens his grip on my hair, placing his hands on either side of me as he preoccupied himself with his pleasure. "Are you close?" He asks me and I nod my head.
My core is already so sore. I feel like I've been on the edge of orgasm for hours. "Please," I beg.
Master nods, dropping his hand down to my core. "Go ahead," he permits and I feel myself being pushed over the edge as he rubs my swollen clit with his thumb.
My intimates squeeze around him and he winces, pausing in his thrusting. My body twitches and my toes curl in protest as he continues to draw my orgasm out.
"No-" I try to protest as he continues to rub my clit. I thrash around, trying to get him to stop. He finally does, letting my body calm down. I give him a dirty look, but he just laughs at me.
"Can by Doll cum again?" He asks me. I shake my head no, still panting. "No? You positive?" He asks me and I shake my head no. My answer makes him smile. He pulls out a little and I wince. "I think you can," He says with a grin, pushing back in me.
My toes curl and my body still tingles all over. He starts to thrust in me with more power than previously. I swear my eye roll into the back of my head each time he slams into me.
The sound of his quads slamming into the back of my thighs fill our room, sending me into a trance like state.
Everything feels soooo good.
"Are you gonna cum again?" He asks me and I nod my head yes. "No you won't. Not without permission," he says, making me protest. "You're not cumming again until I do. Beg," He demands.
"Please. Please let me cum, Master!" I beg him shamelessly.
I don't remember if we are home alone, but I honestly don't care right now. My impending orgasm is what captures my thoughts.
"Why are you begging to cum? I said you weren't cumming until I did," he says to me.
"Please cum! Please, please, please cum, Master. Please, I need to cum so barely," I tell him.
"You need to cum for me?" He asks and I nod my head vigorously.
"Yes! Yes, Master. Yes, I need to cum for you. Please cum, Master. Axel! Please, please cum," I say.
"Oh fuck. Say my name again," he demands, his thrusts getting more and more punishing.
My core tenses and I bare down, barley able to withhold my orgasm. "Axel! Axel, please," I beg him.
"Cum, Doll," he grunts out. I sigh in relief as I find my release. Warm liquid fills me and I pant heavily, exhausted from our extracurricular activity.
Axel pants over me for a moment, his hands still on either side of my head. He's sweaty, but I'm too tired to mind.
He lowers himself down on top of me and snuggles into my breasts. He is heavy on my chest, but I don't mind.
It's an odd feeling as he pulls out, the odd warmth the seemed to cloud my mind slowly fades away, leaving me in a confused, but content stupor.
My body feels off now... heavy compared to the high I had felt like I was riding on.
It's comforting to have Master on my stomach though. He's quiet like usual, but he curls up around my legs, as if he was a small child.
If I wasn't so exhausted, I may laugh at the sight of my Axel curled up in such a position.
I tiredly run a hand through him hair and he sighs. I shift under him, the stillness between my legs becoming uncomfortable. "Axel," I say, trying to rouse him from his sleep.
He grunts in response, not cracking an eye open. "Axel, I'm all sticky," I say. I'd clean myself, but he's too heavy to move.
He grunts again, not moving for a second. I sigh loudly, pausing my fingers as they run through his hair.
He sighs when I stop and finally sits up. "You're sticky?" He asks me and I nod, shifting uncomfortably, not as comfortable in my body as I usually am.
For some reason I feel dirty. Grimy.
Axel leaves me for a moment to go get a washcloth and by the time he comes back I'm crying.
He had been right when he said I would hurt later.
I have the same bruising and sore sensation in my womanhood, but it's much more intense than normal.
My emotional state is also not helping. "Hazel?" Master says in concern, running over to my side. "Baby? Baby Doll. What's wrong? Does it hurt?" He asks me and I nod my head.
"I hurt," I whimper out in confirmation.
"Okay, okay. Wait one second, Doll. I'll be right back. Right back. I promise. One second," he says leaving me alone again.
I put my hands over my face, my emotions and pain overwhelming.
"Doll," Master calls me, making me sit up to drink a glass of water with the pain medicine. "What's wrong? Is it something else too?" He asks me, seeing my current upset stare even after I take the medicine.
"I feel dirty," I confess, wrapping my arms around my torso.
"Dirty?" He asks me. "Do you want me to clean you up? I'll take care of it," he says, already spreading my legs and washing off my intimates as gently as possible.
"I-I didn't mean like that," I say through hiccups.
I rub at my arms, so incredibly self-conscious at the moment. "What did you mean then? Is it your hair? I know I kind of knotted it up, but I can wash it and brush it out, make it all pretty again," He says, trying to calm me down.
I shake my head no, not knowing how to explain, "I feel dirty here," I say, pointing to my heart.
His expression softens. "You love me don't you?" He asks me.
I nod my head vigorously, I love him with my whole heart. "We aren't married or anything?" I say, a hiccup leaving my mouth too.
"Oh," he says shifting beside me. I pull the blanket behind me to cover myself. I didn't know I would feel this way after sex. "You're still my sub. You're my permanent sub, Hazel. It's like the same thing," he comforts me.
"Are you sure?" I ask him.
"In my book it is. Some doms never have a technical marriage, but that's just a cultural thing. It doesn't mean anything. I gave you a collar, that's like getting married," he explains to me.
"Okay," I say, feeling much better now.
"You okay?" He asks me and I nod, sniffling. "Come here," He says, opening his arms to me. I crawl into his arms and he kisses my head. "I love you," He says.
"I love you too," I say back, making him smile. His smile falters for a moment and he clears his throat, fiddling with the blanket around me.
"So how far down the road was kids?" He asks me.
I shift in his lap. I don't think far. A few months, "Why?" I ask him.
He rubs the back of his head, looking embarrassed. He reaches over and drops a blue square in my lap. It takes me a moment to realize it's an unopened condom.
"Oh?" I say, staring down at the little complication. Now that he mentions it, I do remember warm liquid spilling inside me. I play with the little square in my hand.
"My bad?" He says uncomfortably.
"We want kids," I remind him, setting the condom aside.
"I know. I just didn't mean for it to happen this way," he says.
"What's the chance that it did? It was just once," I say.
"...you're very fertile," he says absentmindedly.
"How do you know—oh," I say, remembering that I was going to go to a breeding facility on multiple occasions.
His arms tighten around me and he pulls me back into his chest more. "It's okay if you don't get pregnant this time around, but we should go see a doctor for future reference," he says.
"I thought I was fertile?" I ask him.
"You are. I'm worried about you being pregnant for other reasons... like falling, or crawling. You'll be limited to me carrying you," he says.
"Why wouldn't I be able to crawl? I wouldn't have very far to fall?" I say in confusion.
"There's risk of the baby getting caught in the umbilical cord. You're not supposed to be down on all fours with a baby," he says and I pale a bit, I can't imagine what that would be like.
"It won't happen to us. You don't need to worry. You won't be crawling," he assures me and I nod.
I'm getting better at walking, but I'm sure a baby bump would make it harder. Not even that, him or his father would never let me walk around.
They are both extremely protective of me falling.
"Hazel?" Master asks. I hum, snapping out of my thoughts and looking up at him. "You're so precious, Doll. Did you hear me?" He asks and I blush, shaking my head. "I asked if you wanted food."
"Yes please," I say in excitement, food sounding amazing.
"Stay put," he commands, setting me in bed and bundling me up. He takes a moment to caress my cheek and kiss me. "I'll be back, love."