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Your whole week had been leading up to this moment. It had lasted eternity long and it had been hard to stay patient, but the weekend finally rolled around. Two whole days of nothing but sex if tonight went well enough. The thought made you vibrate with excitement despite the worry seeping through Damon’s calm exterior.
“Are you sure about this, Rosebud? You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I want you to be comfortable.” He said, evidently fretting despite how you told him and time again not to.
You smiled goodnaturedly and nodded, raising up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I am very sure, now shut up and get naked. That shirt is too cute on you to lose it.” Damon shamelessly nuzzled into your kiss, chasing after you when you pulled away.
“Hmm, as you wish. Just, tell me if I’m being too rough or if anything’s wrong.” He said even as his pupils dilated with excitement. He could play as coy as he wanted, but you saw right through him, he was right up there with you in excitement.
“Will do.” You said distractedly, looking at the woods around you. “So, how much of a headstart do I get?”
You turned back to Damon and found him in the middle of carrying out your order. You admired the arch of his spine as he pulled his sweater off, shaking out his hair when it popped free. “Uh, however much you want.”
“Seriously?” Damon shrugged, tossing his clothing into his car parked on the side of the road. You were honestly surprised he knew a good spot like this out in the middle of nowhere, but you certainly weren’t complaining. No people to bother you.
“Yeah, I’ll be able to track down your scent either way so it doesn’t really matter.” He said, grinning slyly when he started to unbuckle his belt and your eyes darted away. Your confidence in flirting only went so far. “Also works in case you get lost or hurt before I find you… But if that happens, don’t wait for me to find you. Start calling for me and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.”
“Yeah, I know, Damon. If anything goes sideways you’ll be right there.” You laugh lightly. “Now, please quit mother henning me. I’m excited and I know how to act if something’s off.”
Damon took your scolding in stride, standing essentially nude with the exception of his boxers, with a content smile on his face. You swore this boy would be happy if you were screaming at him while standing in a blizzard, it was a little ridiculous.
“Alright. Two minutes, then you can come after me.” Damon nodded in agreement, smiling as you stepped around him to toss your phone into the car after making note of the time. You smiled back at him, winding a few strands of his hair around your finger to drag him down to your height.
“You’re too fucking tall for your own good.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “See you in a bit.”
Then you took off running into the woods, letting the dark canopy of the trees envelope you. Behind you Damon started to ominously count down, laughter keeping his voice light.
You ran with abandon, trusting Damon’s word that no matter which way you ran or how long you ran he would be able to find you in the end. The trees weren’t clustered together tightly, allowing you plenty of room to weave around, running one way then turn and changing direction on a whim.
Your chest felt light as you ran, still able to grab lungfuls of the fresh night air. The grass muffled the sound of your shoes as you darted around, burying laughter deep in your chest as the moonlight was slowly sapped away.
Had you been wandering alone or really running from danger, you would have been petrified, but the promise of safety made you realize the beauty around you. You didn’t care for nature before Damon, but he made you see the perfection in everything you never had before.
In the distance you heard a rumbling growl and grinned, understanding the signal of the chase. Speak of the devil and all that. You start running again, estimating which way the road was and going the other way. The last thing you needed was to end up close to the road and have someone see you going at it. Then, Damon would have to kill them.
Your heart picked up, beating faster and faster until it pounded against your ribcage, pushing the air out of your lungs as adrenaline flooded your veins. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to hear Damon find you, the thud of his great paws as he neared.
Within seconds the sound of his panting drowned out the sound of your own wheezing gasps and his body crashed into you, sending you straight into the grass. You hissed as your clumped forms slid across the forest floor, stinging your shirt with dirt and scraping your skin raw.
Damon’s arms locked tight around your waist, keeping you crushing you to the ground with him. His claws scratched over your skin, cluing you into the fact that, despite his worry, he had decided to go ahead with the full transformation. Risky business if this more feral version of Damon decided he fancied a meal in the un-sexy way. But you trusted him.
“‘Bout time you caught up, baby.” You said teasingly. Damon growled lowly, nosing into your hair. You shuddered, letting your head fall limply into the grass. Damon’s chest vibrated with interested rumbling, brushing his tongue over your jumping pulse.
His hands left your waist, grabbing hold of your hips. His claws slipped into the waistband of your pants and underwear, with a swift jerk, they were half torn down your legs, pooling uselessly around your knees.
You huff softly, enduring as his hands swept over your cunt, face buried in your neck, taking in deep whiffs of your scent. You could feel his cock throbbing against you, hot and heavy against your leg. Your stomach clenches with the thought of if he’ll be able to fit. Damon is well-gifted normally, but you can feel the length of him now and you can tell, it’s bigger.
Damon huffs into your ear before pulling away, trailing down your body, distracted by a new scent. One almost as heady as his own desire, sweeping down to the apex of your thighs.
You stiffened, an inkling of fear chilling your blood as he snuffled against your thigh, following the scent straight to the source. While the feeling of his maw pressing to your wet cunt felt like heaven, you couldn’t help but think that this could go badly. Just sex was one thing, but he had plenty of sharp teeth filling that mouth and enough bite force to tear your leg off, having it centimeters away from your clit felt like playing with fire.
You glance over your shoulder and Damon meets your gaze over the curve of your ass, eyes glinting in the low light. Damon’s still cognitive enough to grin, flashing his fangs before unfurling his tongue, a long stroke of his tongue washing over the length of your pussy.
You moan softly, the sound shuddering out of your throat as his tongue sought out your clit, lapping his rough tongue over your stiff nub. You hum softly as pleasure flows into your system. You gently push back against his grip, pressing his tongue harder to your flesh, automatically clenching around nothing.
Damon rumbled as his attention was drawn away from your clit, drawn to the instinctive milking your cunt sought out. Your thighs quivered with anticipation, feeling his tongue fall off only to reappear, dancing around the rim of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” you mumbled, head falling back into the grass as lust soaked his tongue, drawing him closer until his muzzle pressed right to your skin and his tongue slid into your depths. It twitched and squirmed, curling and lapping at the inside of your walls like it was alive. Like it was actively seeking to unravel you as it prodded deeper.
Damon’s head dips, changing the angle of his tongue as he seeks out the sweetest part of your cunt, seeking out where would make you beg for him.
Your entrance, impatient from waiting for so long, greedily accepts him as deep as he can manage, massaging the pad of his tongue with a gooey squeeze.
The mixture of his saliva and your slick grants him a smooth glide, pulling his tongue out to suck on the soaked lips of your pussy. You whine softly, body tensing as a greater wave of pleasure sparks beneath your skin. Your side aches where he took you to the ground, but it's near entirely forgotten when his tongue breaches your entrance again.
You whimper, feeling regret deep in your stomach as you pull away. His tongue limply slides out of you, caught off guard by your movement, making you shudder as you pull yourself up, lifting your ass to the air.
“Come on, baby.” You murmur softly, reaching back to grab a fistful of your ass, pulling the fat away to show off your soaking hole. “I really fucking need you.”
Damon’s pupils swell until you can barely see the ring of his iris, blown out as much as his body will allow. A wild grin curls on his lips, a face full of mischief, but he obliges with only a quick nip to your ass as punishment for taking away his meal.
You hiss softly, allowing your fat to fall back into place as you tuck your hands under your chin, enduring his weight settling over you. He caged you in between his hands, sharp claws spearing each finger, as he mounted you. His cock slid over your cunt, sliding between your plump lips.
Growling into your ear, Damon grinds idly against you, lubricating his cock with your slick until he’s too slippery to successfully push against your clit. He rumbles something that vaguely sounds like words as his hips draw away from you, dragging the tip of his cock up to your entrance.
Then he’s pushing into you without another sound, gasping sharply as the head of his cock slides into your cunt. His cock fills out pussy, threatening to be too big as he presses insistently, pushing himself to the hilt. Or, so close as he can manage with his knot swelling.
Damon forces a moan out of you, the cry echoing into the quiet night, as his hips start to snap. His cock pushes deeper than you’ve ever felt in this form, all but pressing directly to your cervix. Damon doesn’t bother with building you up, his mind to too single-track right now to even consider anything but fucking you as deep as he can manage.
You gasp and groan into the grass, hands curling into fists, ripping up grass as you endure Daamon’s vicious rutting. He so rarely let himself go unrestrained, even with your one year anniversary coming up, he still kept a lid on how rough he was willing to be with you. This version of him, the one that only made its appearance during his transformation, did not share the same values.
One of Damon’s hands darts to your waist, wrapping a large palm over your hipbones. He holds you steady as his thrusts shift into long grinds, rubbing his hips over your ass as he ground into you so hard you saw stars dance across your vision.
“Yes, r-right there, Damon.” You crooned, voice cracking as his cockhead massaged your sweet spot. You could nearly doubt he could drive himself any further if it weren’t for the sweltering reminder of his knot bulging against you with every thrust.
Damon’s head dipped, growling playfully in your ear, maw nuzzling against the back of your neck. He fits perfectly into the space, nosing your hair away before his tongue draws over the expanse of skin, punctuating the motion with a swift bite. You cry his name as Damon sinks his teeth into you, holding you captive as his hips speed up into thrusts all over again.
Your body feels hot for reasons other than Damon being pressed to you, back to chest. You clench down on his cock, hips squirming as you’re left without the final few touches of pleasure you need to push you over the edge.
Damon rumbles, unwilling to release your neck as his grip around your hips tightens. You moan, shoving a hand between your legs. Your fingers clumsily slid over your clit, shakily rubbing circles to ease the tight spring wound beneath your skin. Your hand slipped and bumped against your nub with every hard thrust.
Electricity zaps up your spine as your orgasm washes over you, spring snapping into pieces and drowning you in the onslaught of pleasure. It floods your senses and erasing everything beyond you and Damon, joined together to create one person, feeding pleasure into one and then the other, caught in a neverending cycle of knots and orgasms.
You sob into the grass, pussy spasming over Damon’s cock. Damon groans, the sound vibrating down your spine. Your orgasm flushes through you, leaving you exhausted as Damon works himself to his own end.
You gasp into the grass, voice weak, feeling the full weight of Damon’s knot pressing against your entrance, blisteringly hot as it throbbed, eagerly waiting to stuff you to the brim. Damon grumbled, his thrusts devolving into desperate humps against the curve of your ass, not willing to part more than an inch before he was pushing back in.
Your eyes slide shut as you find soft pleasure in his knot pressing to you, wondering how delectable it would feel pumping his seed inside you, locking you together long enough for it to take. Your teeth sink into your lip, steadying yourself before you meet Damon halfway, and push his knot into you.
Damon makes a sort of yipping sound, flinching as your cunt, unprepared for the fat swell of Damon’s knot squeezes down on the sensitive flesh. A moment later you feel warmth spreading throughout your gut, his cock pulsing with every squirt he shoots inside.
You sigh softly, a sound Damon mirrors a moment before releasing your neck. He laps over the broken skin, drinking away some of your budding blood. His hand moves off your waist, drawing up and down the dip of your spine before gently pushing you to the grass.
You whimpered softly as Damon follows, dropping half his weight over you, keeping you flush against him, the movement tugging at his knot. He mumbled gargled nonsense to himself as he nuzzled your cheek, intent on keeping you out with him until you passed out.