180. Twilight

"The scent of a man in heat... huffing and puffing at the nape of my neck while he thrusted in and out was something I'd have to get used to. This lover of mine, his hunger could never be sated. What was I thinking provoking him like that?

I couldn't tell the time anymore, or how many rounds we had gone. Damn it! I'd known of his luring tricks... How I'd agreed to play his games is what still baffles me.

Another shot he said. Just one more and I listened to him. I had assumed him a lightweight but apparently, he'd already had me at the palm of his hands, knowing what I like exactly how I liked it and here I am, on all fours, his thrusts to eat me alive heightening, calling out the lust from my body.

"I'm...tired... No m-more..."

But my pleas went unheard or ignored. I'd provoked him to the end with my seductive scent and now I'm paying the price.

As he went on, feeding into me, I moaned louder and louder, the pain in my jaw rebirthing from having him shove himself inside my mouth which made me wonder, did he grow bigger in the last one week?

"I feel...dizzy..." I tried to mutter as less words as possible. I wanted him to stop yet the dense mixture of our scents inside the room could make any passerby go into continuous heat; and I was already trapped into it.

"My love," He went on calling me that name over and over however, I couldn't argue with him for he'd drained me of all the energy. His waist kept on slapping my hips, his movements consistent until I felt him trembling.

I was momentarily relieved when he'd stopped pressing at the depths of me. "You have to take responsibility for your actions..." He continued, his voice with heavy eroticism. "You shouldn't have pushed me to want to knot you like that..."

"I changed my mind..." I said, almost begging in surrender. I wish I could see his face and stop him from trailing his hand across my sweaty back. "Drink some water please...Stan! Wait...!" I exclaimed when he'd swiftly turned me to face him without pulling out and my body grew stiff as I felt a shift inside of me. To my surprise, he grew smaller, moaning at the back of my ear and murmuring how lascivious he felt.

"...I like this feeling...so tight...still clenching me like you don't want to let me go..."

Before I could respond, he'd pulled out, lifting me up to carry me on his shoulder from the couch to the bed. I felt embarrassed despite us being the only ones in the luxury suit.

We'd gone to bask in the sun that afternoon but he complained of feeling thirsty and after a truth and dare game which he'd tricked me into, I found myself already drunk, calling after him. Perhaps he had meant a different kind of thirst for this wasn't what I had in mind yet, a drunk in lust and intoxicated Stan was a lethal combination I wouldn't bring upon myself in the future.

"I want to throw up..." I lied. I just wanted him to put me down but then he spanked my behind with his large hands, leaving a burning sensation behind. It irritated me yet surprisingly excited me at the same time.

Falling on the bed, he began kissing me ravishingly that I found it myself wanting to catch my breath. I pushed him away...I needed to breath however the moment he rose from me, he spread my legs open and was at it again, doing the same thing I had done to him moments ago except this time, all of me was inside his mouth, sucking, pulling and circling his tongue around my stunted but erect member.

I moaned at the pleasurable sensation, my eyes half closed and the thudding of my heart growing louder... I wanted more of it... Of ecstasy. I was becoming more and more dizzy as my release took over me by surprise. I hadn't expected to cum again despite him draining me dry.

Just then, I heard him chuckling between my thighs, his hot breath brushing at my tender skin. I wanted to ask him what made him laugh but I prioritized catching my breath first.

"Stan..." My whisper turned into a whimper when I felt his teeth sinking into my left thigh.

"If you don't give me a loving name, I'm going to bite you until you submit." His voice was coarse and heavy, his pupils dilated and lustful as he spoke. It challenged me, trapping me to want to look at him more. He continued to maintain his gaze on me then rose atop, nudging me by thrusting his waist forward.

"I haven't chosen one exclusive to you yet and I don't think I can settle for any. They are all you, each depicting how my eyes see you, and your different characteristics...but if I were to stick to one, that would be equivalent to undervaluing my love for you." Stan spoke while trailing his tongue around my chest to nipples and then was back at one of my legs, kissing each of the toes.

It felt ticklish but when I tried pulling away, his grip on it only tightened, punishing me with another bite. I groaned, but not from pain for his increasing erotic scent covered my body once more, amplifying the feeling of pleasure to ecstacy.

My skin prickled with each and every touch from him as he shifted to my other leg, kissing me down and was back between my thighs.

A simple insertion it was, pushing for entry followed by suckling sounds. It felt hot, the sensation of his tongue, swirling around at the entry of where his massive member had just been.

"It's... to hot..." I whined, hoping he'd stop for I was felt vurnerable and exposed. He knew every inch of my body more than myself, playing with every part of me like he owned it but then as expected, he ignored my struggle to break free by remaining resilient, thrusting inside then lifted me up and wrapped his arms around my waist as if to prevent me from flailing. He went on and on until a pressure built at the tip of my member. I was going to cum again but I wanted him to touch me this time.

I craved his touch.

Reaching for my member, I stroked onto it and just as my moans got louder and louder, he let me go. I fell back to the bed, surprised at his sudden ending just when I was about to reach another climax.

"Bad Yeon." He teased, slapping my hand away from my member. Grouching, I couldn't take the pressure from his continuous lovemaking and playfulness. I needed my release now!

"You want to cum again without me? " He asked, putting his weight on me once more. "I become harder whenever it dawns on me that we are married. I still can't believe you are real, and mine alone..."

"Ngh.." I flinched as he slid his fingertips up and down my member and with the same hand, he circled my waist, pulling me towards him.

"I've knotted you before... I should fit just fine." Moaning at his entry, I felt every pressure but just when the sensation begun to wash over me, he pulled out.

"You're too hot my love..." He whispered in my ear. "I want us to feel good together so I don't want to just shove it in."

The feeling startled me, the feeling of him entering the depths of me once more, deeper and deeper. He whispered something in my ear but my senses were overpowered by how much of him I continued to take in.

"You're...so wet... I love it..." Grabbing my chin, he forced me to face him, "I'm going to make sure it happens this time...no matter what..." Before I could comprehend his words, he forced the rest of himself in, the two of us moaning at the sensation from each other's heat.

I felt full... I was full of him.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I trusted upwards, nudging him to start moving, my simple act sending his body to shudder. A part of me warned me to pull him out but another possessed me to let my scent out and control our drunkenness in both scent and alcohol. Surely he must know of my condition for him to be this persistent... Dr. Jiwon told had him already!

I began to feel him growing once more, my insides stretching as he pushed himself for more space that never was. It hurt a lot that I dug my nails onto his back.

My body stiffened with every feel of his growth, my mind went completely blank for all my attention was on the intense pain I felt as the onset of another knotting began.

I remember this feeling, this pain but this time, it hurt more than ever before. I called out for him to stop. I was panicking and my fists hit his back but he only grew bigger and bigger.

He must have sensed my rigidness for he let a new scent, the kind that comforted me yet at the same time amplified my lust. In my mind, I kept telling myself there was no way all of him could have gone inside of me but my lover was a menace. He wanted me to join into his pleasure. There was no turning back from this nor setting myself free from this conjoinment.

"I love you..." He whispered to me and began thrusting in fiercely, increasing his tempo the deeper he went. Our moans filled the suit, the sound of our copulation echoing in the big room, the density of our scents mixed together drowning us in our own passion, the intention clear to me.

My husband wanted me to conceive by hook or by crook.

Reaching for his belly, I pushed him from me then pulled him towards me again. I didn't know what I wanted from him anylonger with the pain forgotted and our concupiscence magnified. Everything inside me was being pummeled and between moaning from the feeling of pleasure and pain, my greed couldn't be quenched. I wanted everything he was giving me...

All of it!

"Haa...Yeon... Yeon...Yeon..." He kept calling my name over and over again until his body began to shudder followed by a warmth of his release filling me again.

"I...want...more..." He panted in my ear. "Tell me...you love me..."

Bettwen gasping for air and replying to his request, I chose the former. I knew what he was trying to do for he'd been doing so since we got here therefore, my eyes remained tightly shut, lest I fall for his handsome face again.

"Look at me my love..." He adamantly insisted but I refused momentarily before he forced me to yield after landing another spank on my bottom.

"...I'm full...take it out..."

"Not until you call me properly...and tell me you love me while you're at it..." He demanded.

"I do... Please take it out..."

"Are you sure...? I've grown quite bigger from before so if I pull out now..."

"No! ...Don't..."

"Are you sure my Yeon? Are you certain that you are ready for us to have one of our own?"

'Why is he asking me this now after he just knotted me?'

"Don't you want to take time and enjoy us being married first?"

"I thought it's what you wanted...a family..." I replied almost instantly. I had to play along lest he pushed me for another round.

"I wanted you. I've alway wanted you first then the rest can follow."

"I'm ready you jerk! Why would I be in this position if I wasn't...ngh! What was that?"

He whispered almost out of breath. "Because you are saying such good things to my ears...and how hot and wet you feel, I can't help but feel butterflies..."

"Stan...wait..." I begged him, exhilarated from the feeling of him growing again.

"You called me that again..." He frowned, but didn't spank me this time. "What must I do to please you..."

"I love...you..." I managed to utter my feelings to him, lest I become consumed by them and to my surprise, he seemed to have been lost in his pet-name mission for he bent down and kissed me gently.

"Is this real...? This overwelming feeling I feel..."

I'd seen many faces of this man, but I must admit, a tearful one was the one I liked the most for it made me want to comfort him. "When we get back, let's hung up the best picture we took at the wedding..."

"I loved the one we took holding hands atop the two horses..."

'Ofcourse he'd already have a favorite. He is always ahead of me, a romantic fool, and he is all mine.'

"Is that your best? There must have been hundreds of it..." I stopped halfway upon seeing the conviction he had on. Pehaps it was better to let him win on this one, lest he crumbles and shed tears on my chest over a silly picture.

"Fine then. If you liked that one the most, then I trust your excellent choice."

My reply must have damaged him further for he pulled me towards him and embraced me. Perhaps just like him, I still too would need time believing that we've survived the hurdles and challenges thrown at us. We did come from far indeed and despite our future being unknown, we were willing to walk together, hand in hand... Of course that would apply if he weren't already stuck in me like this.

"You...can call me whatever you want... It will take time getting used to the many names you throw at me."

"Okay..." His reply was rather muffled for this fool was nibbling at my neck but I wanted to set things straight before we embarked on a lovemaking spree.

"I want to keep calling you Stannie."

"But I hate that name..."

"You shouldn't. Your parents hold so much affection addressing you as such therefore, I want to join into that."

"I know they mean well but I'm grown now...and married too."

'Show off.' "We are going to have a family someday and you will find yourself in the same shoes as them."

"But you are my love, my husband and the person I cherish the most. I'd never place you in the same category as them."

"Yet I'll be the one who loves you the most when I call you Stannie. I like the name and I wish to keep it. In return, you can call me whatever you want."

"Be careful. The power you are giving me is enormous, and I'm not one to not exploit an opportunity especially when it concerns you."

"Should I be afraid?" I teased, hopping he took my bait. After all, what could he do when I can control him with only my scent.

"Be very afraid my love. The internet has about tens of thousand of names at my disposal."

"I take back what I said."

"Too late." He chuckled. "The deal is already done."