nealuchi | breathing out storms when she comes around

Title: breathing out storms when she comes around
Fandom: Library of Ruina
Character(s): Evangeline (OC), Big and Will Be Bad Wolf
Pairing(s): Big and Will Be Bad Wolf/Evangeline
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 763
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Between hanging out with Little Red and hanging out with the Wolf, the choice is obvious.
Notes: Part of "these eldritch horrors are beyond YOUR comprehension. i get them though."

Little Red is easy enough to get along with. Not Evangeline's taste in particular, but she's got a morbid sense of humor that makes her laugh at Evangeline's jokes. They got along well in the facility, probably the closest thing to a 'normal' person Evangeline hung out with.

Buuuuut she doesn't have a knot, so like. If it's between hanging out with her and hanging out with the now-booked Wolf - and it is - the choice is pretty obvious.

Even defeated and tamed, it's best to feed the Wolf first. Both because she'd rather not get eaten herself, and because the transformation that happens after he's fed is way hotter.

"There you go," she says, petting his fur gently. He's all scarred up in this state, and part of her wants to kiss each of those scars, but - hair in her mouth. Not a fan. "Nothing wrong with enjoying a little meat sometimes. Wolves are supposed to eat animals."

"You don't think I'm bad?" he asks. Blue mist leaks from his mouth and tickles her skin.

"Nope." She scritches behind his ears. "Everyone has instincts. Fighting them is hard, and sometimes it's easier to just satisfy them in a way that you can live with. But you're not bad for wanting to eat fresh meat."

He nuzzles at her hand. "You never hear stories about humans that can't escape their instincts."

"Sure you do, we just don't call it that. A human that can't escape the instinct to eat is a glutton, and a human that can't escape the instinct to mate is a slut." Her smile turns wicked. "Do you have that instinct too?"

"That one's harder to follow without any other wolves around." His eyes glow more brightly.

"It's not that hard," she says. "Do you want to try it?"

He breathes out more mist and licks her face. That's a good enough answer for her.

The forest in this book isn't the most comfortable place in the world, but at least there are plenty of trees to brace herself on. She tugs down her skirt and underwear and bends to present herself to him. The Wolf covers her with his much larger and heavier body, front claws digging into the ground as he lines himself up with her.

As expected, he's big. She breathes in deeply when he starts to slide his cock inside her, making herself relax. She has to - patience is not a trait big bad wolves are commonly known for, and no sooner does she loosen around him than he fucks deeper into her, starting a harsh and hurried rut.

It's fast and brutal and she wouldn't have expected anything less. She grips the tree trunk tighter for support and gasps with each thrust. "Yes, yes, yesyesyes-"

The Wolf bites her shoulder. His teeth are sharp enough to take a chunk out of her if he wanted to, but the fact that he only draws blood means those aren't his plans. He growls, more mist swirling around them both and leaving her light-headed.

Evangeline can't move much with the Wolf covering her, but she still lifts her hips into each motion as best she's able, trying to take him even an inch further inside her. "Fuck, like that, good boy-"

He goes entirely still for a second. Even without being able to see his face, she can read surprise in the sudden tension of his body. "I'm a good boy?"

"You're a very good boy," she says, breathless. "You're doing so good. Keep going?"

His thrusts are enough to shake the tree, now, each motion sending sharp shocks of pleasure through her body.

If praise is what he wants, then it's praise he'll get. "Good boy - you fill me up so well - fuck me just like that-"

He howls, and his cock swells inside her, locking them together. She lets her front drop to the ground to free up a hand to rub over her clit. She doesn't need much, with how full she is of his knot and his come, but just a little more-

He bites her again, and she comes hard around him.

Exhausted, she collapses, bringing him down with her. He licks her cheek and nuzzles at her, radiating warmth and contentment. Every time he shifts, his knot shifts within her, sending more sparks of sensation that leave her on the edge of overstimulation.

How long does it take for a knot to go down again?

…Ah, well. Netzach stopped asking why she was late to work a long time ago. It'll be fine.