A rough ride.

Holsvaur smiled again, “Oh, if you do your job right, you will find out,” she said, still grinding against him.

Steve went to respond, but as he took a breath to speak, the shapeshifter pushed herself firmly down on his cock. “Fuck me!” Steve exclaimed. It was not like anything he had experienced before. She was wet and hot but textured, strongly textured inside her. He bucked instantly and arched his body, his eyes rolling backward. If her mouth was stimulating, her cunt was incredible.

She leant forward, putting her weight on his shoulders, again pinning him there. Her claws poked at his skin as she twisted her hips to continue to fuck him. Against his cock he felt an intense, textured rubbing as if her cunt was like her tongue. His body strained in pleasure, and as it did, she pushed more against him, holding him in place. He felt an intense orgasm overtake him, but she didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate. Instead, she sped up.

Steve groaned in pleasure, air slowly escaping his mouth, but he was so taught with pleasure he struggled to breathe in. His cock throbbed, trying to cum as his eyes struggled to focus on her face. The look she had showed him that this was what she loved, to feel him in such bliss that an orgasm stretched out to eternity.

He felt his face go red with strain as his hands pushed against the ground and made fists of dirt and grass, and still, she continued, twisting her hips to please them both. As she growled in pleasure, he half saw her shift, less human, more creature. As his vision blurred from lack of air, his orgasm intensified. Slowly his vision darkened as he heard his lover growling. Steve’s mind struggled, he wanted it to continue, but his body cried for it to stop so he could breathe. With his lower body pinned, his upper body arched, leaning his head and shoulders towards her, and then suddenly, he felt her cunt clamp down on him, and she fell forward.

As Holsvaur fell forward, her jaws covered his shoulder, and she bit down, puncturing his skin with her sharp teeth as she growled in orgasm. Their pelvises were locked as her cunt tried to milk him, and Steve all but had a seizure of pleasure. His body didn’t shudder but shook and flopped his arms loose, and his head hitting the soft soil beneath him.

As vision and breath returned to Steve, he found Holsvaur still latched onto his shoulder. It hurt, but there was an eroticism, and he groaned a long slow groan of pleasure. After several more moments, she released his shoulder and smiled. “Next time, I want to feel you cum.”

Steve laughed, “Next time, I should wear some armour,” he said. He was bleeding from the bite and had scratches on his stomach and chest from her claws.

Holsvaur gave what he thought must be the Mythfolk equivalent of a pout. “You didn’t enjoy it?” she asked before lapping at the wounds on his shoulder.

Steve laughed again, “Oh, I did, didn’t you?”

She smiled, “I bit you, didn’t I?” she asked. Steve just groaned and lay back, relishing the feeling of her twitching cunt and her tongue against his shoulder. “Don’t worry. Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

“Gentle?” Steve almost squealed.

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