The fist-sized lump at the base of Bruce's cock ties them together and seals his seed within Jamie's cunt. She tries to pull free but the hound growls then and his teeth settle lightly on her shoulder. He does not bite down yet but Jamie falls still, knowing he will at the slightest provocation.
Jamie whimpers, trying to remember the book. Where was the power it promised? Where was anything but quickly vanishing pleasure and now pain? The pain of this animal within her and his teeth on her shoulder. She tugs again and then gasps in pain at both the resistance of the knot and the sudden bite on her shoulder.
It sends waves of pain through her arm and body and she only barely stifles a scream lest she is discovered. She whimpers and slumps, blood trickling down her left arm and back as Bruce holds her still. She sweats, grinding into the dirt slick with her sweat, juices, and now blood. Bruce will not let go, and she imagines it will last forever.
But it is a blessed short fifteen minutes and then he pulls free with a slurp and a lick at her bloody shoulder. She stands, wobbling, and staggers towards the gate. She cannot stop herself from vomiting at the pain, and after she has nothing more to give up from her stomach she escapes into her yard.
In her home, she staggers to the bathroom and sees a haggard wretch who is bruised and bloody above and below the waist. But there is heat in her belly and she knows that she has succeeded at something. She carefully washes, cleans her wound as best she can and collapses in bed.
In the morning she...