The knock grew louder, and he heard a deep, male voice call out, "Sam? You okay in there?" It was definitely Marco, Sam’s husband, who has no idea anything has even happened. Her panic turned to dread. What would she say? What would she do? When would Marco take my clothes off and pump me full of babies? “Wait a minute” she thought. “Why am I thinking that?” It’s already getting to her head.
Marco, a towering figure of a male with the physique of an anthro Greek god and the fur of a Siberian husky, pushed open the door, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight of his wife aroused and naked on the floor. The scent of Marco’s musky fur hit Sam like a wave, and she couldn't help but pant, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Marco's eyes, a warm brown that matched his fur, scanned Sam’s form, his pupils dilating slightly as he took in the sight of Sam's body writhing with need.
Marco's fur stood on end as he stepped into the room, his own arousal evident. His cock, already thick and heavy, began to swell, the tip peeking out from his sheath. The sight of it, and the smell of his musk, sent Sam’s arousal through the roof. She hadn’t felt this way about another male before, but the heat was too intense to ignore. She watched, entranced, as Marco's cock grew even larger, the fur around it retreating to reveal the full, velvety length.
Sam's eyes never left Marco's cock, her own body responding in kind, her clit swelling and begging for attention. The heat was now a raging inferno, and she could feel her pussy contracting with the need for something to fill it. Marco's gaze followed hers, and a knowing smile spread across his muzzle. "Looks like someone's in need," he said, his voice low and gravelly.
Marco approached the bed, his cock now fully erect. He climbed onto the mattress with a grace that belied his size, his fur brushing against the sheets. He leaned in, his warm breath tickling Sam’s ear as he whispered, "Let me help you, Sam." She couldn’t resist the urge anymore. He arched his back, his hips lifting, begging for the relief he knew Marco could give. The moment the tip of Marco's cock brushed against his clit, he knew he was lost. He was going to let this happen, no matter the consequences.
Marco took the hint, positioning himself between Sam’s legs. She felt the blunt head of his cock press against her slick entrance, and she gasped as he pushed inside. It was different, so much more intense than she had ever felt before. The pressure built as he filled her completely, her walls stretching around him. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel the heat within her growing stronger. She needed to come, needed it like she needed air. It felt like being impaled on a pole thicker and longer than your arm, which made her tremble with arousal.
Marco began to thrust, slow and deep, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of heat and need that was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her paws digging into his muscular back. His fur was rough under her grip, the sensation only adding to the intensity of the moment.
Their rhythm grew faster, more erratic, as they both chased the release that seemed just out of reach. Marco’s paws gripped her hips, holding her in place as his hips slammed into hers, the bed shaking with the force of their union. Sam’s eyes rolled back in her head, a keening sound escaping her throat that was a mix of pleasure and pain. She was so close, so very close.
Marco leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring hers with a possessiveness that was both thrilling and terrifying. She felt the knot at the base of his cock begin to swell, and she knew what was coming next. The thought of being tied to him, filled to the brink with his seed, sent her over the edge. She came with a scream, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her. Marco’s knot expanded, locking them together, his own orgasm following close behind.