hollyethecurious: nsfw prompts: may i have a #7 with a side of 9 and 18?
("What I really want is for you to pin me against the wall and fuck me senseless." + "You're in trouble now." + "I want to hear you beg for it.")
I know I said "no MC", but this prompt just called for a full moon night, so it's a smutty sequel of Let the clouds go sailing by.
This is rated EE for Extremely Explicit because well, I lost control, alright?
«What I really want is for you to pin me against a tree and fuck me senseless.»
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
As if the full moon fuelling his blood wasn't enough, as if Emma's scent calling to him wasn't driving him stir crazy already, those words manage to do even worse.
Shifting with a hard on is a horrible thing.
He's honestly tempted to fight the shift, something he would never do knowing the consequences. But Killian would do it to catch her and fuck her senseless as she wishes.
After his goddess takes off, he lets the wolf take over, gritting his teeth. Yep, shifting with a raging erection is bloody awful, it's like the first times all over again.
The moment the pain passes, though, the huge wolf stretches, curling his tail over his back, almost forming a full circle.
A whiff of cinnamon catches his attention, nostrils flaring as he sniffs at the air. In his mind, a map forms, the scent zigzagging through the trees, tracing a trail to his treasure. There'd be a smirk on his lips if he still was in human form, but the glint in his bright blue eyes is still there, the thrill of the hunt exciting him almost as much as the thought of burying himself inside of Emma does.
Aye, there is something sexual about it. Killian's found out that the instincts he once tried to forcefully ignore are now back full force. He can't bring himself to regret succumbing to them, not when he finally feels so free.
His stance is graceful, Emma would comment it's unfair how graceful he is, both in human and wolf form. Whenever she does that, Killian replies telling her someone needs to compensate for her lack of coordination when not running in the woods. She's never amused.
What she is now, however, is on the run, and that means the wolf comes out to play, every deepest desire and instinct set free. There still are boundaries to respect, of course, but they always make sure they're safe.
Thankfully, they've only run into other wolves just a few times, only once or twice getting into a fight because of some primal urge that screamed at Killian to protect and hurt whoever wanted to even lay eyes on his mate.
Ah, yes, the mate thing. That's quite interesting: Emma does indeed have the mark of his teeth on her skin. She's magicked so only supernatural creatures can see it, so they know Emma is his. For the human eyes, instead, there's his mother's wedding ring adorning her finger. From his part, Killian has the Cygnus constellation tattooed on his right wrist, drawn inside the head of a wolf howling at a full moon. He hopes he'll soon be able to wear a wedding ring and make things official, but of bloody course wanting to marry a goddess is not easy.
The wolf shakes his head, focusing back on Emma's scent. It's richer, now, but not because he's close. Killian stops, tilting his head. One more sniff and he knows: she's bleeding. Not so much to alarm him, he can still feel the adrenaline mixed to her scent. Apparently, he'll have to add another scar to the map he's already made of her body.
With his heart at peace, Killian resumed his run, trying not to be tempted by the mouth-watering scent of a rabbit. Sometimes, he would catch trace of a deer, but with them being a symbol of Artemis, he has to play nice. If wolves could pout, Killian would decidedly do that many times. Such a pity.
Thin branches would break under his paws if he wasn't so fast, slightly stomping over the leaves-covered ground. At first, he was careless, making so much noise he cringed internally, but now, now he's become deadly. It thrills Emma: she loves being the prey after years of being the huntress.
His eyes catch a movement at his side.
She's wearing black, tonight, a dress she hid by a cloak so he wouldn't know what to search for, only her unique perfume. The only two things that remain the same are how her hair are always down, bouncy mesmerizing curls that threaten to almost turn him into a bloody feline, and that she's barefoot. This way, she's a little more quiet than she usually is, but not as much as she thinks she is.
Biting back a victorious howl, Killian closes the gap between Emma and himself, clearly hearing her short breaths, puffs of air forming white-grey clouds in front of her.
One jump, and he is on her, fast and lethal yet gentle enough so he won't hurt her too much.
Emma grunts as they roll on the ground, her fingers tightening in Killian's soft fur to keep him close, her face buried in the thick hair of his neck.
Killian finds himself half on top of her, trying as usual not to put too much weight on her. On the contrary, he quite loves when she's on top of him.
His warm tongue sweeps over her cheek, and it's not like he's tasting her, but marking her instead. Killian has other ways to taste her.
«Hello to you too, good boy,» she teases, bringing her hand up to scratch behind his ear. That traitor of a tail he has begins thumping loudly against the ground, sweeping the dead leaves away. His tongue lolls out of is mouth, and he bears that wolf cliché only because of the way Emma's smile widens at the sight.
They stay like that long enough that he even becomes a bit sleepy, his head resting on Emma's chest, the calm beating of her heart a tempting lullaby. It didn't help that she was running her long slender fingers through his fur, much like she did his hair whenever they were in the same position but both in human form.
The moment Killian feels she's starting to drift off, he reaches out with his head and gently nips at her jaw, making her frown and open her eyes. The lazy smile she gives him shine brighter than all the stars in the sky. He'd snort at how cliché it sounds if it wasn't true.
«I know, I know, I'm going,» she mumbles, gently pushing him off herself. She plants a kiss on his nose, briefly brushing the tip of her own against the wet black truffle, a she so lovingly calls it. After another kiss – or ten – on his muzzle, that earns her a content growl low in his throat, Emma disappears in a cloud of smoke. She'll sleep, or try her best to, and then reappear in time for his shift.
His night is, alas, uneventful, which makes Killian furious: some needs must be satisfied; he's had his hunt, the one for himself, but the wolf demands his own hunt, too.
The feeling lingers after he shifts, stark naked as dawn filters through the tight ceiling of leaves above his head. A twig snapping behind him makes him whirl around, fingers curled like claws ready to strike.
It's Emma. Of course it's her, but it does stop his hunger, neither his or the wolf's. In fact, her presence intensifies it.
She doesn't even have the time to realize what he's doing that Killian is on her, pinning her against the nearest try as she so wished earlier.
His warm mouth goes straight for her throat, but not to suck a mark there, no. Emma whimpers when his scorching hot tongue traces the scar of her claiming bite, and it's like marking her all over again, whit Killian's brain screaming mine, mine, mine.
«You're in trouble now,» Killian growls against her ear, before licking the shell of her ear. «The wolf has caught his prey.»
Killian feels her shiver against his body; he's rapidly growing hard against her lower belly, the thrill of the night and the scent of Emma's arousal, which he bets is dripping down her thighs because she always wears none whenever he shifts. And a few other times, too.
Emma moans at his words, fisting dark locks of hair to keep him there, but also knowing that it drives him crazy with want and need. «What if-» She's cut off by his teeth grazing her shoulder, the strap of the Greek-like black dress falling down her arm. She already feels the cold air on her breasts, her nipples harden at the sensation. «What if it's exactly what I wanted?»
With a growl, Killian rips the already low front of the dress with a very satisfying sound, her gasp going straight to his cock, now hard and heavy between his thighs. He's growing impossibly harder as he fills his lungs with her aroused scent. He wishes he could spend the eternity between her legs, making her writhe in pleasure and quench the thirst he has of her.
Pulling back slightly, Killian tsks, a wicked gleam in his eyes and a dark grin spreading over his face. Emma knows which Killian she's looking at: he's still the predator, she'd go as far as saying he's still more wolf than human, but it's her Killian nonetheless.
A shiver runs down her spine at his next words.
«I want to hear you beg for it.»
The dress falls in a heap at their feet. Beautiful, Killian thinks as his eyes roam hungrily her body. He wants to suck on those pert nipples, wants to suck marks from her throat to her mound, and then fall on his knees to tongue her into oblivion, drinking from her dripping pussy everything she's ready to give him.
But he won't. No, like the predator he is, he wants to keep her on her toes, wants to hear her beg for his cock. It's the polar opposite of torturing her with his fingers or mouth or toys, but it still is torture. And oh, does Killian love torture.
He merely keeps looking at her straight in the eyes, tongue peeking out to taste her flavour on his lips, a sweet prelude to what's to come.
Sooner than expected, Emma breaks, arching her body so it presses against him, her ripe mounds catching is attention and making his mouth water. He can't lose focus, he won't give in: he needs to be in control.
«Please, Killian» she pants, deliciously rubbing against him. Killian's eyes are enraptured by Emma's nipples. The more he stares, the more he wants to lap at them like a starving pup, and it's not the first time he fantasizes about an actual pup, their pup, being the one to feed from her breasts. For that, though, they have all the time in the world.
«Please what?» he growls, nuzzling the tender skin behind her ear. «Tell me what do you want, love, tell me what do you need.»
Emma whines, writhing against him. She's desperate, her blood boiling beneath her skin, more arousal running down her thighs, making him drunk on it. «I need you!» she cries out, rubbing her wet cunt against his cock. He almost gives in, but he wants more, and she knows that. «Please, Killian, I want you to fuck me, to put your cock inside me and make me come.»
He growls, pressing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck. «And don't you want me to come? Don't you want me to come deep inside you, fill you up with my seed, so much it'll overflow even if I'm still buried inside you?»
A strangled gasp leaves her throat, her fingers tightening around his hair. «Yes, fuck, yes, Killian,» she moans, bringing herself close to him and trying to kiss him. Killian complies, finally kissing her hungrily.
He sweeps his tongue across her lower lip, making it more tender for when he bites down on it half a second later. Without any effort, he slides his hands down her side to her arse. Before wrapping them around her thighs, Killian squeezes her buttocks, earning a moan he drinks from her lips as he traces her teeth with his tongue.
In a swift move, he lifts her up and enters her, moaning at her scorching hot heat enveloping him. «Fuck, love,» he hisses, bottoming out, «you're so hot and tight. I'd spend the eternity buried deep within you.»
With her arms wrapped around his neck and her back pressed against the bark of the tree, Emma nods frantically, shifting her hips in rhythm with Killian's deep thrusts. Her walls clenched around his cock, her orgasm already building, that kind of foreplay driving her so close to the edge she should feel ashamed, but she isn't, because she knows neither Killian or herself will be sated by one orgasm.
«Come for me, my goddess, come,» Killian growls the command in her ear, biting down on her lobe as he rolls his hips, hitting her depths and relishing in the tightness of Emma's cunt. She's perfect for him, made both for his soul and body.
She shatters with a scream, music to Killian's ears as he keeps thrusting up into her, her teeth grazing his lobe threatening to make him spend himself too early. He wants her to come one more time, knowing he will spend the day making her writhe in pleasure and come over and over. It wasn't just the full moon, they do have quite the active sexual life, but he is slightly hornier than usual around those days or, as Emma loves to call it, his version of "that time of the month".
Snapping his hips up, he grinds his pelvic bone against her clit, his hands already occupied keeping her up and squeezing the flesh behind her thighs. He loves when she comes only thanks to his cock, no other stimulation needed.
«I love you,» Emma keens, tightening her legs around his waist, her knees pressing against his sides.
A shiver runs down Killian's spine at her words. Though they've been together for years, those three words still have the same effect on him as if it was the first time. He pulls away slightly, never stopping moving, to look her in the eyes. «I love you,» he replies, even if it sounds more like an oath, a promise to keep loving her forever.
And he will, he knows he will, much like he knows he won't last long, he only needs Emma to come again. He kisses her deeply, curling his fingers to scratch her soft skin. He knows he'll fully enjoy tending her wounds, kissing every inch of her skin.
They're more desperate, now, both wanting to crash. Killian already feels that tingling at the base of his spine, the continue clenching of her cunt telling him she's close, that she needs one little push. He caves, ducking his head and taking a nipple in his mouth, suckling on it.
Nails dig into the back of his neck and Killian reacts instinctively, grazing the hard peak with his teeth. The pressure of the flat of his tongue against the neglected nipple is all it takes for Emma to come and milk him of everything he has as Killian comes, too.
Gently, as he tries to catch his breath, Killian pulls her away from the tree, brushing away what bark left on her skin, angry marks appearing over it already.
He lies on the ground, not caring that he'll have to scrub away the dirt. Killian's still buried inside her, his come leaking from her as he slowly softens.
«You're crazy,» Emma sighs, rubbing her cheek over his heart.
At that, Killian smirks. «Aye, crazy about you.»
A sharp pain blooms at his side. She's pinched him, clearly annoyed, but he can still feel her smiling still. «So cheesy.»
«And you love me for it.»
She does.
A whine leaves her lips when she rolls her shoulders. «You're in big trouble, young man,» Emma huffs, knowing a wave of her hand could easily heal the scratches the bark left on her back.
A wide grin spreads over Killian's face. «Will you punish me, my Goddess?»
Those words paint Emma's skin a deep red. After – finally – discovering the wonders of sex thanks to Killian, Emma has started to discover herself, too. With him, she's finally testing her limits, what she likes and what she doesn't. And, besides being the perfect prey for a famished wolf, she can't help but enjoy staying true to her nature, being the Huntress, being a Goddess. And, well, Killian enjoys being the wolf she has to tame, the man who sometimes needs to be punishment.
She better settles her knees to his sides, lifting herself from his chest but keeping him buried inside her. He's starting to get hard again. A grin forms on her face. «Is that what you want, boy?»
«Aye.» In a flash, he rolls them over, swiftly bringing on of Emma's legs over his shoulder. She cries out in surprise, and the spark in his eyes gets brighter. «But today, my sweet Emma, today you're still mine.»