Hey, earth to Alex!" Mark, my best friend, playfully slapped my arm. I jolted, tearing my gaze from the newcomer. "You've been drooling over that guy for the past five minutes. What's his story?"
I couldn't help but gawk at the muscular stallion that had just strutted into the bar. His physique was like a sculpted work of art—broad shoulders, tight abs, and powerful thighs that could crush a watermelon. He was the epitome of what I craved in a man, and he looked as out of place in our quaint little town as a skyscraper in a desert.
"C'mon, Alex, focus," Mark chuckled, shaking his head. "You're going to make a scene."
The bar, a cozy little dive known as The Hoof and Mug, was our usual hangout spot. It was a place where people of all shapes and sizes could unwind after a hard day's work. The wooden walls were lined with trophies from forgotten sports teams and the faint scent of stale beer mingled with the comforting aroma of fried food. The dim lights cast a warm glow over the patrons, making it the perfect place to let loose. And let loose, I did—staring openly at the Adonis that had just entered.
"You're like a moth to a flame, Alex," Mark chuckled, taking a swig of his beer. "But seriously, he's not your type. You go for the brainy, sensitive types, not the muscle-bound jocks."
I rolled my eyes, not bothering to hide my annoyance. "Don't be so narrow-minded, Mark. Just because I've had a string of boyfriends who were more into poetry than protein shakes doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good piece of... horseflesh."
Mark's laugh echoed through the bar, and a few heads turned our way. The stallion's gaze flickered over to us briefly before returning to the TV above the bar. He was watching the news, the images of the world outside our little bubble flashing across the screen.
"I'm not saying you can't appreciate the view," Mark said, leaning in closer, "but you've got to be realistic. Guys like that are usually straight as an arrow, and if they're not, they're more likely to go for someone... more their size."
I scoffed at his words, the sting of rejection already burning in my chest. But Mark knew me better than anyone. He knew my taste in men was as varied as a box of chocolates—I liked them all, but I always came back to the ones that filled me up, the ones that made me feel safe and desired. And let's face it, the new guy was the whole damn box.
"You're just jealous because I can appreciate art when I see it," I quipped, raising my glass in a toast to the stallion. "Besides, you're the one who said we should broaden our horizons."
Mark's eyes rolled so hard I thought they'd fall out of their sockets. "And what, exactly, are you planning to do with that horse of a man?"
I took a sip of my whiskey, savoring the burn as it slid down my throat. "Well, if he's as good at other things as he is at looking like a Greek god, I'd say we've got a full night ahead of us."
Mark snorted, shaking his head. "You're insatiable, Alex. Your boyfriends were all twigs in comparison." He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "But if you want to go for it, be my guest. Just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart—or your back."
The stallion's laugh rumbled through the bar, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill run through me. It was like a bass note that resonated in my chest, vibrating in all the right places. I watched as he took a seat at the bar, his muscles flexing as he settled in. The bartender, a burly bear named Larry, waddled over, handing him a menu.
"I'm just saying," Mark continued, "you're going to need a step ladder to kiss that guy, let alone fit his size in your ass."
I playfully swiped at him, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "You're such a charmer," I shot back, though I couldn't help the smirk that played on my lips. The truth was, I had never been with someone so... substantial. But that didn't mean I wasn't intrigued by the challenge.
The stallion glanced our way again, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me, my heart hammering in my chest. He had to be at least a foot taller than my usual type, and probably twice as wide. His biceps looked like they could crush a car, and his chest was broad enough to serve as a billboard. He was everything I had ever fantasized about in a man, wrapped up in a package that screamed 'off-limits'.
Mark leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "See? He's totally checking you out. Maybe you've got a shot after all."
I tried to play it cool, swiveling back to face Mark with a casual smile. "Maybe," I said, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my excitement. "But let's not get ahead of ourselves. I've got to make my move."
Mark leaned back, watching me with a knowing grin. "Oh, this should be good."
I took a deep breath and pushed my shoulders back, trying to exude a confidence I didn't quite feel. I had always been the small, fit type—quick on my feet and nimble, perfect for weaving through crowds and slipping into tight spaces. But next to this stallion, I felt like a toy poodle eyeing a Great Dane. Still, I knew what I wanted, and I wasn't about to let size—or the fact that he was probably straight—deter me.
"Alright, I'm going in," I announced to Mark, my voice a tad more shaky than I had intended. He raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider.
"Good luck, Romeo," he said, slapping me on the back. "And remember, if he starts to get too frisky, just tell him you're allergic to hay."
I rolled my eyes, but the laughter in Mark's voice was infectious, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I made my way across the bar. The stallion's eyes followed me, and I felt like a gazelle approaching a lion. The bar was crowded, the chatter of the patrons creating a cacophony of sound that only served to heighten my nerves. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I slid onto the stool next to him.
"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I couldn't help but notice you're new around here."
The stallion's gaze shifted from the TV to me, a hint of amusement in his piercing blue eyes. "Yeah, just passing through," he replied, his deep voice sending another rush of excitement through me. He took a sip of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing in a way that had me fighting the urge to lean in and lick it.
"I'm Alex," I offered, extending a hand. His grip was firm, swallowing my hand whole. His skin was warm and rough, a stark contrast to the soft fur that covered his arms. "What brings you to our little slice of heaven?"
The stallion's smile grew, a dimple appearing in his cheek. "Just business," he said, his voice like a purr. "But I'm definitely enjoying it so far."
I couldn't help but blush at the way he said it, his eyes lingering on my body in a way that made me feel like a piece of meat. But instead of being repulsed, I was... intrigued. "Well, if you need any recommendations, I'm your guy," I offered, leaning in closer. "I know this town like the back of my hand."
He took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving mine. "Is that right?" he said, a hint of challenge in his tone. "I'm here for a few nights, so I might take you up on that."
I felt a shiver of excitement run down my spine. "Well, I'd be happy to show you around," I said, my voice low and seductive. "There's a lot to see... and do."
The stallion's eyes raked over me, and I could feel his appraisal, his gaze lingering on the swell of my chest and the tightness of my jeans. "I'm sure you would," he murmured, his voice thick with something I couldn't quite place—interest, perhaps?
"So, what's your name?" I asked, hoping to keep the conversation flowing.
The stallion's smile grew, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. "They call me Hunter," he said, his voice a smooth rumble that made me want to melt into the barstool.
"Hunter," I repeated, savoring the name. "It suits you."
He leaned closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "And what makes you say that?"
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just a hunch," I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. "But I have a pretty good track record when it comes to reading people."
Hunter chuckled, his deep laugh sending another round of shivers down my spine. "Is that right?"
I nodded, trying to keep my cool as his hand brushed against my thigh. The touch was electric, sending a jolt through my body that had me gripping my glass a little too tightly. "Yeah," I managed to croak out. "I have a thing for... guys like you."
Hunter's smile grew, his teeth gleaming in the low light. "And what kind of guy is that?"
I licked my lips, my heart racing. "The kind that could bench press me without breaking a sweat," I replied, letting my eyes drop to his biceps.
Hunter's laugh was rich and warm, like the scent of fresh hay on a summer day. "I could do that," he said, flexing his bicep playfully. The muscle bulged, and I couldn't help but imagine it wrapping around my waist, holding me in a grip that was as comforting as it was formidable.
"So, what brings a guy like you to a place like this?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
Hunter's gaze slid over me, a glint of curiosity in his eye. "Just looking for a good time," he said, his voice dropping an octave.
"Well, you've definitely come to the right place," I replied, flashing him a grin. I couldn't believe my luck—here I was, flirting with a stallion that looked like he could bench press a car, and he was actually responding. The bar was crowded, a mix of anthropomorphs of all shapes and sizes, but all I could focus on was the warmth of his hand on my thigh and the way his muscles rippled with every movement.
"So, what do you do for fun around here?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of amusement.
"Well," I began, "it's a small town, so we don't exactly have a lot of options for fun. But we've got this great park, a cinema, a gym, and a few bars that know how to throw a party."
Hunter's eyes lit up at the mention of the gym. "Ah, a man after my own heart," he said, his hand giving my thigh a gentle squeeze. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help the way my body responded—my cock swelling in my pants, my heart racing faster. "You ever work out?"
"Whenever I can," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "But I don't think I've got the genetics for your kind of bulk."
Hunter leaned closer, his warm breath sending waves of heat over my neck. "Don't sell yourself short," he said, his voice a low purr. "You're pretty for a little guy."
I felt my cheeks burn, but I couldn't help the thrill that shot through me. Here was this hunk of horseflesh, practically oozing testosterone, giving me the time of day—and complimenting me, no less. "Thanks," I murmured, trying to keep my cool. "But I'm not really into the whole 'pretty' scene."
Hunter leaned back, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, I can tell," he said, his hand sliding a little higher up my thigh. "You've got a bit of an edge to you."
I couldn't help but gulp as his thumb traced a circle, dangerously close to my crotch. The atmosphere between us had shifted from friendly to charged, the air thick with unspoken desires. I glanced over at Mark, who was watching us with a mix of shock and amusement. He gave me a subtle thumbs up, his eyes wide. I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the grin that tugged at my lips.
"You've got a friend?" the stallion said, glancing over at Mark with a smirk. His hand remained on my thigh, the pressure increasing just enough to keep my nerves on edge.
"Yeah," I said, trying to keep the breathiness out of my voice. "Best friend since college. He thinks he's my wingman."
Hunter's gaze shifted back to Mark, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. "Is that so?" he said, his voice a low rumble. "I'm not to much for crowds. How about you and I go someplace a little more... private?"
The words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and my pulse quickened. The idea of being alone with this Adonis was both exhilarating and terrifying.
"You know," I began, trying to play it cool, "I do have a place nearby. It's not much, but it's... private."
Mark's eyes widened comically, and he stifled a laugh with his hand. "Oh, I bet it is," he said, the tease thick in his voice.
The stallions hand slid a little further up my thigh, and I had to bite back a gasp. "Sounds perfect," he said, his voice deep and velvety. "I've had a long day, and I could use some... company."
I couldn't help but let my gaze wander over his massive form, the muscles rippling beneath his tight shirt. He was like a walking billboard for testosterone, and my body was responding in a way that was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "Okay," I said, my voice a little too high for my liking. "I'm happy to show you around."
Hunter's smile grew, and he leaned closer, his warmth enveloping me like a blanket. "I'd like that," he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I knew I was in deep trouble.
I turned to Mark, my eyes wide with excitement and nerves. I didn't had to say a word; the glee in my expression was all the confirmation he needed. He gave me a look that said 'you're insane but go for it', and I nodded, feeling a mix of exhilaration and fear. I had never been the type to take home a man like Hunter, but something about his confidence, his size, his raw masculine power, called to the deepest, most primal part of me.
With a swagger that was half bravado and half sheer terror, I led the stallion out of the bar, my hand shaking slightly as I held the door open for him. The night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the bar, and it helped to clear my head a bit. As we walked down the street, the sound of our boots echoing off the sidewalks, I couldn't help but feel a bit like a moth leading the flame to its doom. But the thrill was too intense to ignore.
"So, Alex," Hunter said, his deep voice rumbling through me like a bass line. "What's the deal with this place?"
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my nerves in check. "It's just your typical small-town bar," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Good drinks, decent food, and interesting characters."
Hunter nodded, his eyes scanning the street as we walked. "I've been to a few of those," he said, his voice a smooth purr. "But I've never seen one with a cute guy like you."
I couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks. "Thanks," I murmured, trying to keep my cool. "But I'm pretty sure you say that to all the... colts you pick up."
Hunter threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the buildings. "Maybe," he said, his hand squeezing my thigh gently. "But I'm sure It ain't as many as you think."
We arrived at my apartment, a quaint little place above a bookstore. The stairs creaked as we climbed, and I couldn't help but wonder what Mark was thinking, watching us leave together. Probably placing bets on how long it would take before he heard me screaming in pleasure—or pain.
Once inside, I offered Hunter a drink, trying to play the gracious host while my heart hammered in my chest like a caged animal. He declined, his eyes scanning the small living room with a predatory gaze that had me fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. The walls were lined with bookshelves, a testament to my love of literature—a stark contrast to the brawny stallion who now stood in the middle of the room, looking even bigger and more overwhelming in the confines of my small personal space.
"Take a seat," I offered, gesturing to the couch, trying to sound casual as I stepped into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. The fridge was a tiny cube in the corner, and I could feel the heat radiating off of Hunter's body as he followed me.
"Don't mind if I do," Hunter said, his voice a seductive rumble as he settled onto the couch. The leather groaned under his weight, and I couldn't help but imagine the sounds it would make under different circumstances.
I grabbed the water from the fridge, my hands shaking slightly. When I turned around, he was watching me with those piercing eyes, his gaze unreadable. I took a deep breath and handed him the bottle, our fingers brushing together in a spark of electricity. He took a long pull, his throat working as he swallowed, and I couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles flexed and bulged.
"So, what kind of work brings you to our little neck of the woods?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation going as I leaned against the kitchen counter.
Hunter's gaze never left me, his eyes traveling up and down my body in a way that made me feel both exposed and incredibly wanted. "I work for a big corporation," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in my very bones. "We're opening up a new branch in town, so I'm here to oversee the setup."
"That sounds... intense," I murmured, taking a sip of my water.
Hunter's eyes gleamed with amusement. "It is." He leaned back, his powerful form taking up most of the couch. "I really need to blow off some steam. Maybe you could help me with that."
I couldn't believe the words that just left his mouth. The audacity. The sheer, unbridled confidence. But instead of being offended, I felt a thrill, my cock straining against my pants. "I could give it a shot," I said, trying to sound casual as I took a sip of water.
Hunter set the bottle down with a thunk, his eyes never leaving mine. He stayed there, lounging on the couch like a king surveying his domain, his muscles stretching the fabric of his shirt. The room felt smaller with him in it, the air thick with tension and desire.
"Come here," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine.
My legs felt like jelly as I approached, but I couldn't resist the magnetic pull of his gaze. When I was close enough, he reached out and gently took the water bottle from my hand, setting it aside. His hand then slid up my arm, his touch firm yet tender, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He stood, towering over me, and I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes.
"You're shaking," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you nervous, little one?"
The way he said 'little one' sent a shiver of arousal down my spine. "Maybe," I admitted, "My ex-boyfriend was rather... gentle. You're a bit more... intense."
Hunter's smirk grew into a full smile, his teeth gleaming in the soft light of my apartment. He stepped closer, until we were chest to chest, and I could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of his shirt. "Don't worry," he murmured, his breath warm and sweet, "I know how to handle something so delicate."
My heart raced as he slid his arms around me, one hand resting on the small of my back, the other cupping my cheek. He was so much larger than me, so much stronger, and yet his touch was surprisingly gentle. He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss that was so tender it almost didn't feel real.
I melted into him, my body responding in ways I hadn't anticipated. The softness of his fur against my skin, the smell of his musk, it was all so... overwhelming. And when he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a gentle insistence, I felt a wave of desire crash over me, leaving me gasping for air.
His hands moved to my waist, his grip firm and sure, and he lifted me up as if I weighed nothing, settling me on the counter. The height difference was stark, and I had to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from sliding down. His kiss grew more demanding, his tongue exploring my mouth with a confidence that was as thrilling as it was terrifying.
I felt his cock, massive and hard, pressing against my thigh, and I couldn't help but whimper. The thought of taking him was both exhilarating and terrifying—I had never been with someone so big, so powerful. But the need was there, pulsing through my body like a bassline in a dance song, demanding to be heard.
Hunter broke the kiss, his eyes burning with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. He stepped back, his gaze traveling over my body like a predator sizing up its prey.
"Have you ever been with a stallion before?" Hunter asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes held a hint of amusement, as if he could sense my inner turmoil.
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can't say I have," I replied, my heart racing.
His smirk grew into a full-blown grin, his teeth gleaming in the soft glow of the kitchen light. "Then you're in for a treat," he said, his voice dropping to a seductive growl.
"Where do you want me?" he asked, his eyes glinting with a challenge. The question hung in the air, heavy with lust and anticipation. I could feel my heart racing, my mind racing through the possible answers. The bedroom was too obvious, too predictable. I wanted something more... adventurous.
I looked around the room, taking in the warm, cozy setting of my apartment. The kitchen was small but functional, the living room a cluttered mess of books and knick-knacks. And then, it hit me—the perfect spot.
"Balcony," I murmured, surprising even myself with the suggestion. His eyes lit up, and before I could second-guess myself, he was scooping me up in his arms, carrying me through the apartment with an ease that made me feel like a feather. The cool night air hit my skin as he stepped through the glass doors, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as if he was my lifeline in a sea of desire.
The balcony was small, just big enough for a table and two chairs, but the view of the quiet town was breathtaking. The moon was high, casting a silver glow over the rooftops and the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind the only sound to break the silence. The chilly breeze made me shiver, but not from the cold—it was the thrill of the unknown, the excitement of being with someone so vastly different from my usual type.
Hunter set me down gently, his hands lingering on my waist, his eyes never leaving mine. "The balcony, huh?" he said, his smirk growing. "I like the way you think."
Without another word, he swept the table and chairs aside, making room for what was to come. The sound of the furniture scraping against the concrete was a stark reminder of his strength, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. He stepped closer, his massive form blocking the moonlight, casting us in shadow.
I stopped. "Do we need anything from the bedroom?"
His eyes gleamed. "If you want me to wear a condom, you've got to go get it," he said, his smirk never faltering. "I don't keep them in my pocket."
With a jolt of excitement, I realized he was leaving the decision in my hands. It was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. Did I dare? The thought of feeling him bare inside me was both exhilarating and terrifying. I nodded, my legs wobbly. "Bathroom," I managed to whisper, pointing down the hallway. "And get the lube, too."
Hunter chuckled, the sound sending another wave of heat through me. "Sweet," he said, turning and heading down the hallway to the bathroom.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. This was it. I could feel the anticipation building, my heart racing in my chest. I looked around the balcony, searching for something to distract myself with while he was gone. My eyes fell on the railing, and an idea took root. I leaned over, gripping the cold metal tightly. It was solid, sturdy—perfect.
As I heard the bathroom door close, I began to strip, peeling off my shirt and jeans with trembling hands. The warm night air kissed my skin, making me shiver with anticipation. I stepped out of my shoes and socks, feeling the rough concrete under my bare feet. By the time he returned, I was standing naked, the moon casting an ethereal glow over my body.
A smug smile played on Hunter's lips as he emerged from the bathroom, holding a bottle of lube in one hand. "No condoms," he said with a shrug. "You really haven't had a guy my size before."
I leaned against the railing, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. "If it's a problem, then it's on you," I challenged him, my voice steady despite the nerves threatening to consume me. "But if you can handle it, I'm all yours."
Hunter's smug smile grew wider as he stepped closer, his eyes raking over my naked form. He dropped the lube onto the small table next to us. "Oh, I'll handle it," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "And I'll enjoy every second of it."
With a cocky confidence that had me both aroused and a little bit intimidated, he began to strip, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chest that was a sculpted work of art. His muscles rippled in the moonlight, each one defined and powerful. His abs looked like they'd been chiseled from marble, leading down to a treasure trail that disappeared into his pants. I couldn't help but stare, my mouth going dry as I took in the sheer perfection of his form.
He unbuckled his belt with a flourish, the leather creaking as he slid it through the loops of his tight, well-worn jeans. The denim slid down his hips, revealing powerful thighs and a cock that was already hardening at the sight of me. He was massive, thick and long, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of having him inside me.
"No underwear?" I quipped, trying to keep the tremble from my voice as I took in the full glory of his nakedness. The sight of him was like nothing I had ever seen before—his cock was a thick, pulsing beast that seemed to have a mind of its own, standing tall and proud as he stepped out of his jeans.
His smirk grew as he caught my gaze, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't wear underwear," he said, his voice a low rumble. "It just gets in the way." He took a step closer, and I couldn't help but stare at the muscular expanse of his chest, the fur shimmering in the moonlight. His abs looked like they could crack walnuts, and his arms were the size of my thighs. He was a walking, talking wet dream, and I was about to get the ride of my life.
His cock grew harder, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. It was like watching a magic trick unfold—how could something so large fit in something so... not? His tail swished behind him, the only sign of his own excitement. He stepped closer, and I could feel the heat of his body, the smell of his musk filling the air. He was a force of nature, and I was about to get swept away.
The stallion's cock was like a third limb, a symbol of his virility and power, and I found myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The tip was already glistening with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, my mouth watering at the thought of tasting him. His cocky smirk grew as he watched me watching him, his eyes full of amusement and a hint of challenge. "You sure you can handle this?" he asked, his voice a clear challenge.
But I was beyond caring. I was on a precipice of desire, ready to plummet into the abyss. "Oh, I'll make it work," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. I watched as he stroked his cock, his hand moving in a slow, teasing motion that had me panting. The muscles in his arms flexed, each movement a testament to his strength.
I turned around, bracing my hands on the railing, my heart racing. The cold metal was a stark contrast to the heat emanating from my body. I leaned over, arching my back, giving him a clear view of my ass. "Now, it's your turn," I murmured, my voice steady despite the tremor in my limbs. "Make it fit."
Hunter stepped closer, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned over me. He reached around, one hand sliding down my chest, teasing my nipples before moving lower, his fingers dancing over my stomach until they found the prize they were searching for. His other hand moved to my thigh, spreading my legs further apart.
"You're so tight, so small," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that had my knees shaking.
His thumb found my hole, pressing gently before sliding in, lubing me up with ease. The sensation was strange, but not unpleasant. "Your ex-boyfriend, was he even half the stallion I am?"
I gritted my teeth, the pressure of his thumb sending a jolt of pleasure through me. "He was... smaller," I managed to say, the words coming out in a breathy pant.
"Mm, I thought so," Hunter murmured, his thumb moving in a slow, deliberate circle, stretching me open. "Makes you wonder why you ever bothered with someone so... inadequate."
He removed his thumb with a pop, and I felt the cool night air against my exposed hole. The anticipation was maddening—I could feel my body begging for him to fill me, to claim me in a way that no one ever had before.
With a smug grin, Hunter squeezed some lube onto his fingers, the sound of the gel squelching in the quiet night. His hand was so much larger than my ex's, and the thought of his massive fingers stretching me open was almost too much to handle. He didn't bother with gentleness—his fingers were thick and unyielding as they pushed into me, one by one, his knuckles brushing against my cheeks with every thrust.
"You're so tight," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "It's like you were made for a stallion like me." He pumped his fingers in and out, the roughness of his touch making me gasp.
"Never had one that was worth the effort," I quipped, trying to keep my voice steady as he worked his thick fingers into my ass. The burn was intense, but I craved the stretch, the feeling of being filled and claimed by him. His words about my ex were like a drug, feeding into my desire to be with someone who could make me feel so completely overwhelmed and dominated.
"Good," Hunter said with a smug growl, his fingers moving faster, stretching me wider. "I like to know I'm the first to truly break in a tight little colt like you." His words were a heady mix of arrogance and desire, and I couldn't help but push back against his hand, eager for more.
He added a third finger, and the burn grew, but so did the pleasure. His strokes grew rougher, more demanding, and his dirty talk grew filthier. "You like that, don't you?" he said, his voice a gruff whisper in my ear. "You like feeling me working you open right here, where anyone could see."
I nodded, unable to form words as he twisted his hand, his fingers reaching deeper inside me, searching for that spot that would make me see stars. "I hope you don't mind your neighbors hearing us," he said, his voice a low, dark chuckle that had me quivering. "I can be a bit... vocal."
With a final push, he added a fourth finger, and I felt myself stretched to the limit. I gasped, my body shaking with the effort to accommodate him. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his breath hot against my ear.
"Yes," I hissed, my voice tight with need. "More than ready."
With a triumphant grin, Hunter removed his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against my back. The head was slick with lube and pre-cum, and I felt it nudging against my entrance, insistent and demanding.
"What a view," Hunter murmured, his voice thick with lust as he lined up his cock with my hole. His hands gripped my hips, his knuckles white with the effort of holding back. "So perfect and tight, just waiting for a real man to fill you up."
With a powerful thrust, he pushed inside me, and I couldn't help but cry out. He was so much bigger than anything I'd ever felt before, stretching me to the point of pain. His cock was a thick, unyielding rod of steel, and my body struggled to accept him. "That's it," he groaned, his grip tightening. "Trust me, it's easier to be rough and fast than painfully slow."
And so, he claimed me, his hips moving with a brutal rhythm that had me gasping for breath. His cocky chuckles and dirty talk only served to fuel my arousal, making me feel like the most desired creature in the world. "How does it feel, little one?" he taunted, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrust deeper. "Does it feel good to be filled by me?"
The pain was intense, a searing heat that made stars dance in my vision, but the pleasure was just as potent. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my body, my nerves lighting up like a Christmas tree. I could feel him stretching me, pushing against my limits, and every time he hit that spot inside me, I'd bite my lip to keep from screaming out his name.
"Come on, tell me," he urged, his voice a low growl as his hips hammered into me. "I know you love it. Tell me how much you love my big cock stretching your tight little ass."
I could barely speak, my voice a whimper as I nodded my head. "It... it feels amazing," I gasped out, the words barely coherent. His thrusts grew harder, his massive cock filling me completely, making me feel so full I thought I might burst. The pleasure was like nothing I'd ever felt before, a delicious ache that went soul-deep.
"So good," he growled, his hips moving with a relentless, punishing rhythm. "You're taking me like a champ."
I craned my neck to look over my shoulder, watching as his powerful hips met the resistance of my body with every thrust. The sight of him was almost too much to handle—his fur glistening with a sheen of sweat, the muscles of his arms bulging as he held himself steady, the look of pure ecstasy on his face as he claimed me. His cock was a blur of motion, disappearing into me with a speed and force that had me seeing stars.
And yet, despite the pain, despite the overwhelming fullness, I could see that he was nowhere near the end of his length. His massive shaft was only halfway in, and the thought of taking the rest was both thrilling and terrifying. Each time he pulled out, I felt a moment of relief before he plunged back in, reaching deeper than I ever thought possible. It was as if my body was made to accommodate him, to stretch and mold around his size.
His arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against him, trapping me between his body and the railing. The heat of his fur was like a furnace against my back, and I could feel his heart hammering against my own chest. His other hand moved to my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The sensation was dizzying, a symphony of pleasure and pain that had me panting and whining like a bitch in heat.
As he pushed deeper, I felt something give, a barrier within me breaking under the relentless pressure of his cock. It was a moment of pure agony and ecstasy, a feeling of being utterly filled, stretched to the limit. He was all the way inside me now, his cock reaching parts of me that no one else had ever dared to touch. I could feel the head of his cock nudging against my prostate, and every stroke sent a bolt of pleasure shooting through my body.
His arm around my waist tightened, holding me in place as he pounded into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. The cold metal of the railing dug into my palms as I tried to hold on, my knuckles turning white with the effort. His massive thighs slapped against my ass with every thrust, the sound echoing through the quiet night, turning me on even more.
With each movement, I could feel him growing bolder, his hands roaming my body with an urgency that had my heart racing. His touch was possessive, his fingers tracing the lines of my abs, his palms cupping my chest to squeeze my nipples. I moaned at the sensation, feeling the heat of his body against my back, his fur bristling with every grunt of pleasure.
My own hands tightened their grip on the railing as his strokes grew deeper, more demanding. His teeth grazed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. It was like he was marking me, leaving his scent on me for the world to know that I belonged to him. And in that moment, I reveled in it, feeling a sense of belonging that I had never experienced before.
"So good," I moaned, the words slipping out of my mouth without thought. "Take me. I'm all yours."
His hands roamed over my body, feeling every inch of my skin, his massive paws squeezing and kneading my flesh with a possessive hunger that had me arching my back and pushing my ass into him. He seemed to enjoy my reactions, his movements growing bolder with every whine and gasp I made. The feeling of being thoroughly enjoyed, being the object of such intense desire from someone so powerful, was intoxicating.
As his strokes grew more vigorous, I felt something warm and wet trickle down my legs. I looked down and saw my cock, leaking copious amounts of precum over the balcony rail. The sight was both embarrassing and incredibly arousing. I couldn't believe how much he was turning me on, pushing me to the edge without even touching my cock directly. It was as if my body was responding to his dominance, my arousal a testament to how much I craved his touch.
The realization hit me like a sledgehammer—I was going to come just from being fucked by him. It had never happened to me before, not even with the most skilled of lovers. But there was something about the way he filled me, claimed me, that was driving me absolutely wild. My toes curled against the cold concrete, my legs quivering with the effort to stay upright.
"Harder," I begged, pushing back into him. "I'm so close, please, just a little more."
His response was a growl of approval, his hips slamming into me with renewed vigor. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Take it like the good little bitch you are." His words were a mix of filth and praise, pushing me closer to the edge with every syllable. "You want me to breed you, don't you?"
I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words. The idea of being bred by him, filled to the brim with his seed, was overwhelmingly hot. "Yes," I panted, my voice strained. "Please, breed me."
His grip on my hips tightened even more, his strokes growing more erratic. "That's what I like to hear," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. His voice grew deeper, more primal, as he whispered dirty words into my ear, painting a vivid picture of his cock swelling inside me, filling me up with his cum.
I couldn't hold on any longer. With a keening cry, I felt my orgasm rip through me, my cock pulsing and spurting over the balcony. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before—it was as if every nerve in my body was on fire, my climax so intense it was almost painful. I bucked back against him, my body shuddering with the force of it.
Hunter's rhythm faltered, his grip on my hips tightening until I thought I'd bruise. "Fuck," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. My own orgasm seemed to push him over the edge, his massive cock swelling even larger inside me. "You're going to make a good stallion's slut," he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure.
And then, with one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock filling me completely. I held back a scream, not wanting to alert the whole neighborhood to the obscene pleasure that was overtaking me.
He pulled me close against him, his cock pulsing deep within me, filling me with his hot, thick seed. I could feel it flood my insides, a warm, sticky sensation that was both overwhelming and incredibly satisfying. His grip on my waist tightened as he held himself deep inside me, his body shaking with the force of his climax.
As he finally pulled out, his cum dripped from me, leaving a warm trail down my thighs. I looked down, watching as my stomach bulged with the evidence of his claim, feeling the weight of his cum inside me. It was a strange, almost primal feeling, one that made me feel both used and cherished.
"You took me so good, little one," Hunter praised, his voice still a low, gruff rumble. "So tight and eager." His words were like a warm caress against my ear, the tender sentiment surprising in the aftermath of his rough claiming. He stepped back, giving me room to breathe.
I could feel his cum inside me, a warm, heavy presence that made me feel oddly content. The pain had receded, leaving behind a delicious ache that reminded me of his power and dominance. My body felt used, but in the best way possible. His gentle strokes along my spine as he stepped back were almost tender, a stark contrast to the brutal pounding he had given me just moments before.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice filled with something akin to awe. "You took every inch of me like you were made for it." His praise was like a balm to my soul, easing the last vestiges of fear and doubt that had clung to me. His dirty talk had switched gears, becoming almost sweet, praising my ability to take him and the beauty of the act. It was a heady feeling, one that had me turning around to face him, my legs still shaky.
His eyes were dark with satisfaction, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of me, his cum slowly slipping out of me, painting my thighs and the balcony floor. "Looks like someone needs a shower," he said, his voice thick with amusement. "You're a mess, little one."
I couldn't help but smirk at his observation. "At least it's a good kind of mess," I replied, feeling a sense of pride in the evidence of his pleasure.
He chuckled, his eyes scanning my cum-splattered body with a glint of amusement. "Indeed," he said, his cock still semi-erect, glistening in the moonlight. "But it seems my little colt can't stand on his own two legs anymore."
With a smug smile, I couldn't help but admire the view. "I think I can manage," I said, my voice still shaky with aftershocks of pleasure.
His grin grew wider as he watched me stumble towards the bathroom, my legs like jelly beneath me.
"You sure you can manage?" he teased, his voice still thick with lust. "Looks like I wore you out already."
I shot him a glare over my shoulder, trying to ignore the way my ass still throbbed from his brutal claiming. "I can handle it," I said, my voice a mix of bravado and exhaustion. The bathroom was a beacon of sanctuary, the cool tiles promising relief from the heat of our passion.
As I stumbled towards the sink, my legs trembling with the aftermath of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. I had taken him—every inch of him—and come out on the other side feeling more alive than ever before. The sight of his cum on my thighs was almost a badge of honor, a testament to the dynamics that had played out on my balcony.
When I finally managed to turn and face him, his smile was wide and genuine. "You're something else," he said, his voice still thick with lust. He stepped closer, his massive hands reaching out to cup my ass, his fingers digging in gently. "I can't believe how good you feel, how much I want to just keep going."
I leaned back into him, feeling the heat of his body against my back. "I can't believe it either," I murmured, my voice still shaky. "But maybe we should save some for later." I was already planning our next encounter, eager to feel him inside me again.
"Later, huh?" He chuckled. "I like the way you think."
With a gentle push, I told him to give me a moment to clean up and regain my breath. My legs felt like jelly, and the sticky mess of our passion was a stark reminder of what had just transpired. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving mine, and I gestured toward the livingroom. "If you want, you can wait in there," I managed, my voice still thick with lust.
Hunter's smile grew wider, his teeth flashing in the moonlight, as he stepped back, giving me space to move inside the bathroom. His gaze lingered on my trembling form, his eyes dark with desire. He casually adjusted himself, his cock still semi-erect, and gave his balls a gentle squeeze. The action was both playful and possessive, reminding me of his dominance, making me feel like his to claim whenever he wished.
"Intriguing," Hunter said with a smirk, knowing that it was an invitation for more than just waiting. "Don't take too long," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the very air around us. "I'll be waiting for you, and I've got plenty more where that came from." With that, he turned, the muscles in his back and legs flexing with every step, before he closed the door to the bathroom with a gentle click, leaving me to clean up the mess we'd made.
I took a moment to catch my breath, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me. Despite the ache, there was an undeniable thrill in the evidence of our union, the sticky warmth that coated my thighs and the faint scent of his musk filling the air. With surprising efficiency, I cleaned up the mess, the cool water of the shower washing away the remnants of his claim. As I stepped out, I felt a renewed sense of strength in my legs, as if my body was already preparing for another round with the stallion.
Wrapping a towel around my waist, I padded out of the bathroom, expecting to find Hunter lounging in the living room, his muscular form sprawled across the sofa, watching me with that smug, satisfied grin. But the room was empty. The only sound was the distant hum of the city outside, the curtains fluttering gently in the breeze from the open balcony door. My heart skipped a beat. Had he left?...
No, he hadn't left. As I turned away from the balcony, the open bedroom door caught my eye, a sly smile curling my lips. There was something incredibly arousing about the thought of him taking over my personal space, making himself at home without asking. My heart raced as I approached the threshold, the anticipation building with every step.
And when I saw him, sprawled out on my bed like a king claiming his throne, my breath caught in my throat. The room was dimly lit by the two bedside lamps, casting deep shadows across the planes of his muscular body. His legs were spread wide, his cock still semi-erect, the sheets tangled around his ankles like the aftermath of a battle. His arms were folded behind his head, biceps bulging, as he leaned back against the headboard, watching me with a look that told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me—and enjoyed every second of it.
I didn't hesitate, without a word, I dropped the towel to the floor, feeling the cool air kiss my skin as I approached the bed. My knees hit the mattress with a soft thump, the sound muffled by the thick carpet. He didn't say a word, just watched me with those dark eyes that seemed to see straight through to my soul. I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of our combined arousal, and crawled towards him, feeling like the most delicious kind of prey.
Kneeling between his massive quads, I took a moment to appreciate the view—his cock still standing proud and thick, a testament to his desire for me despite our recent escapade. I licked my lips, unable to resist the urge to taste him, to show him that I was eager for more. His scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat, musk, and the faint hint of our combined climax, and it was all I could do not to dive straight in.
"Slow down, little one," he murmured, his voice a gentle command that sent shivers down my spine. "Let me enjoy the view." He reached out, his massive hand cupping my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. The look in his eyes was one of pure ownership—a look that made me want to drop everything and give him exactly what he wanted.
So, I did. I leaned in, my mouth hovering over his cock, feeling the heat radiating off his thick shaft. I licked a bead of precum from the tip, the taste of him making my mouth water. His low groan of pleasure was all the encouragement I needed. I took him into my mouth, his size stretching my lips until I thought they might split, but I didn't care. I wanted to devour every inch of him.
His hand moved to the back of my head, guiding me deeper, setting a pace that was agonizingly slow. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every move, and the thrill of it had me shivering with need. His cock filled my mouth, the veins pulsing against my tongue. I could taste the hint of salt and musk, a flavor that was uniquely his, and it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.
He took his time, allowing me to explore every inch of his shaft, his girth stretching my lips until they felt bruised. I could feel him growing harder, his breathing quickening, but he didn't rush. It was as if he was savoring the moment, the anticipation of his climax building with every slow, deliberate stroke of my mouth.
I eagerly obeyed his silent commands, my hands wandering up to his muscular thighs, feeling the power in his legs. They were like the pillars of a temple, strong and unyielding, and I couldn't help but trace the path down to the base of his cock. His balls hung low and heavy, and as I cupped them in my hand, they felt hot and tight. I rolled them gently, feeling the weight of them in my palm as I continued to suck him off.
His breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving mine as I worked his cock with my mouth. His hand remained on the back guiding me ifurther. The saliva from my mouth was already coating his balls, making them slick and shiny in the soft light of the room. He began to groan more frecquently and his hips started to thrust slightly, fucking my mouth in a slow, steady rhythm that had me eager for more. His massive quads tensed beneath my wandering hands, and I felt his muscles flex as he grew closer to his peak.
But I didn't want it to end just yet. I pulled away, taking a breath, and kissed my way down his shaft, my lips lingering on the veins that stood out like cords of steel. His cock twitched in response, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. With a smirk, I went lower.
I took his balls into my mouth one at a time, savoring the salty taste of his arousal. His chuckles grew louder, turning into low, guttural moans that seemed to resonate through the very core of my being. He was enjoying watching me like this—his plaything, eager to bring him pleasure. I could feel his dominance in every twitch of his cock, every throb of his pulse against my tongue.
As I swirled my tongue around his testicles, I felt him growing harder, his body tensing with every touch. His hand in my hair grew more insistent, guiding me back to the tip of his cock. This time, I didn't resist, eager to feel him fill my mouth once more. I took him in deep, letting my throat relax around his girth. The feeling of his cock sliding down my throat was almost too much to handle, but the sounds of his pleasure spurred me on.
"Would you be sad if you didn't get to taste me, little one?" he asked, his voice a mix of playfulness and dominance.
I looked up at him, eyes watering slightly from the pressure of his cock in my throat. I couldn't respond, but the hungry look in my eyes was all the answer he needed. His grip tightened in my hair, his hips lifting to meet my eager mouth.
"I thought so," he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You want me to fill you up, don't you?" He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and it only served to make me more desperate for his release.
I nodded, my eyes never leaving his as I worked his cock with renewed vigor. The thought of his cum shooting down my throat was almost too much to bear, and I could feel my own cock growing hard again at the mere suggestion. He chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied.
"Let me fill you up," he grunted, his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down harder onto his cock. His other hand was on my throat, not quite choking me but adding a hint of danger to the mix. The pressure was intense, but it only served to make me want it more. I could feel his cock swelling, the veins pulsing against my tongue, and knew he was close.
With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls of my apartment, he came. The first shot of cum hit the back of my throat, thick and hot, and I swallowed it down eagerly. More followed, spurting into my mouth in powerful bursts that had me gagging and coughing, but I didn't stop. I wanted every drop, needed to feel him fill me up completely. His cum filled my mouth, coating my throat, and as I swallowed, I felt it sliding down into my stomach.
The warmth spread through me, a delicious feeling of fullness that seemed to radiate from my belly outward. I could see it, the way my stomach bulged out slightly, the evidence of his claim on my body. It was a strange mix of pleasure and pain, the stretch of my throat and the burn in my eyes from his thick cum. But I didn't pull away, I kept my eyes locked on his, my mouth open and eager for more.
His hips bucked again, sending another jet of cum straight into my mouth. He watched me with hooded eyes, his chest heaving with the force of his climax. With a final groan, he pulled out, his cock still twitching. A bead of cum clung to the tip, and with a grin, he leaned down, his hand still fisting his shaft. "Looks like I've still got a bit more to give," he murmured, his voice still thick with lust.
With a smirk, he aimed the last spurt at my face, painting a line of sticky white across my cheek and into my hair. The warmth of it made me shiver, and I couldn't help but lean into it, eager for the final drop. He chuckled, his hand coming up to wipe the rest across my face in a playful, almost affectionate gesture. "You're a mess," he said, his voice filled with a teasing lilt.
I sat back on my haunches, watching as he stroked his cock, the last vestiges of his orgasm still pulsing through him. His muscles were tight, his chest heaving with the exertion, and the sight of him like this was almost as erotic as the act itself.
With a satisfied sigh, Hunter leaned back against the headboard, his powerful arms folded behind his head, his legs spread wide in a display of dominance. It didn't seem like he had any intention of leaving my apartment anytime soon, and frankly, I couldn't blame him. The idea of waking up next to this muscular stallion, with the promise of a morning filled with passionate, sweaty encounters was more than appealing.
I backed away from him, reaching for a shirt that I'd carelessly tossed aside earlier. I used it to wipe the warm trails of cum from my face, savoring the feeling of his essence on my skin before I could no longer ignore the stickiness. I turned to the bed, his eyes followed me, the smug look on his face telling me that he enjoyed watching me clean up after him.
I climbed in next to him, my body feeling both exhausted and alive at the same time. His massive frame took up more than his fair share of the mattress, but I didn't care. I nestled against his side, my cheek pressed into the warm, musky fur of his armpit. His scent was like a drug, a potent mix of sweat and desire that had my cock twitching even after our intense encounter.
"So," he began, his voice still thick with satisfaction, "Was I everything you dreamed of, little one?" He knew the answer, the smug grin on his face said it all. But I played along, my voice teasing. "You weren't so bad, I suppose," I replied, pretending to be nonchalant.
His laugh was deep and genuine, rumbling through his chest as he pulled me closer. "You know you loved every second of it," he said, his voice a low growl that had me squirming against him. "And I've got to admit, you were pretty good yourself." His massive hand found its way to my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "A big man like me needs his relief," he said, his tone playful. "And it seems you're just the right size for the job."
I couldn't help but laugh, the sound muffled by the fur of his chest. "Oh, really?" I teased, reaching up to grab one of his biceps, my hand barely able to wrap around it. "You're not that big," I said, feigning innocence as I squeezed his muscular arm. The contrast between the size of his body and my own was stark, but it was a thrill that I never seemed to get tired of.
His grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light. "You liked it, didn't you?" he asked, his voice a cocky rumble that made my stomach flutter. He knew he'd hit all the right spots, that I was putty in his massive paws. "Admit it," he prodded, his hand moving to cup the back of my head, pushing my face down towards his armpit.
I giggled, trying to keep up the facade of nonchalance, but the warmth of his body and the scent of his musk was too tempting. "Okay, okay," I whispered, nuzzling against his chest. "You were... amazing."
His chuckle grew into a full-blown laugh, the vibrations of it rumbling through his body and into mine. "See?" He said, his tone playfully smug. "I knew you couldn't resist me." His hand squeezed my ass again, his fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp. "Want a treat?" He whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I turned to face him, my heart racing. "What kind of treat?" I asked, already knowing what he had in mind.
Hunter's eyes glinted in the soft glow of the lamp light. "The kind you've been craving," he said, his voice dropping to a purr. He lifted his arm, presenting his armpit to me. It was a move that was both intimate and dominant, a silent demand for my worship. The fur there was dark and thick, and I could smell the intoxicating musk that I knew was a sign of his desire.
My heart raced as I leaned in, my nose pressing against the warm, damp fur of his pit. The scent was like a siren's call, drawing me closer, making me want to bury my face in the crook of his arm and never come out. I inhaled deeply, the smell of him making me dizzy with need. He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my cheek, and I felt his hand come down to rest on the back of my neck, holding me in place.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice a gentle command that sent a thrill of excitement down my spine. "Worship me." And with that, I did. I licked and kissed his fur-covered armpit, feeling the coarse hairs against my tongue, tasting the salt and sweat that had gathered there. His scent was all-consuming, a mix of musk and power that made me feel like I was in the presence of a god.
He groaned, his hand tightening on the back of my neck, urging me to go deeper, to explore every inch of him. I didn't hesitate, eager to please him. I flicked my tongue over his skin, tracing the curves and valleys of his muscles, feeling the power of his body against my face. His cock was hard again, pressing against my stomach, and I knew that this was only the beginning of a long night....
