Knot Safe For Work 4 (Patreon)

The werewolf skinned her panties down until they were past her shoes, growling as she saw the state of them. “Ruined! I’m going to put it in your ass, Wednesday! I am going to knot you and I’m going to keep it in you for as long as I want!”

Wednesday looked over her shoulder. “Do you have a free period?”

“No, Wednesday, I don’t! But I can’t go to AP Biology with a ten-inch cock sticking out in front of me!”

Wednesday couldn’t resist: “It could be a helpful teaching aid…”

Enid smoldered. “Take the fucking buttplug out, Addams.”

Wednesday obeyed, setting it beside her lifted skirt on the desktop. Then, trying to make up for how she’d misbehaved, she held her cheeks open to better offer up her hole to however Enid wished to use it.

Submission was something she’d always felt was anathema to her, but she fell into it quickly with Enid. She didn’t even have the excuse of pheromones. It was simply her knowledge of how good it felt to be ass-fucked… compounded by sodomy after sodomy, each time bringing her multiple orgasms. Further enslaving her to the next hit of this sexual drug.

Enid spat in her palm. “You’re lucky I’m bothering with lube, Addams. But I only want to try to ruin your ass, not actually do it. So you get it wet.”

Actually, all of the Addamses healed incredibly quickly. They were more or less invulnerable. But Wednesday wasn’t quite to submissive as to reveal that. There was something pleasingly sick about Enid not wanting to destroy her ass, but not being able to help it. The wolf in her knew what its mate could take.

So there Wednesday was, bent over some random teacher’s desk, presenting her small but well-rounded ass to Enid’s discipline. She couldn’t help but moan when Enid spat on the rosebud of her asshole and rubbed her saliva into the hole. Wednesday felt the wet fingers ease inside her—she squirmed as they salved the first few inches of her anal passage, preparing her as far as Enid could reach. Beyond that, she’d be on her own. But she knew she could take it. Wednesday knew it so firmly it was like she’d been born for that.

Enid slowly worked her finger in and out, spitting a few more times to fully lubricate Wednesday. She spat in her other hand too, using it to grease up her cock. Her breath came harder, faster, with her fingers stimulating herself. Wednesday knew that Enid was excited. She herself waited with bated breath, needing to know if Enid would go through with sating herself on her or if she’d deny Wednesday, fuck her hand instead. Wednesday really hoped Enid wasn’t that pissed with her. She might not even mark Wednesday—she might come on the floor and Wednesday would have to roll around in it, just to keep smelling right.

The thought of that was moderately titillating. It made her shudder. And Wednesday was already on the verge of coming just from feeling Enid’s finger deep in her anus, searching and probing and slicking her up. Then, suddenly, a second finger entered her tightly puckered hole. Wednesday’s eyes rolled up in her head. She was too turned on to at all pretend she was above all this.

“Don’t you dare come!” Enid barked at her. “I know you’re an absolutely fuck-happy slut, but you’d better not come before I put it in! I’m only doing this because of the hard-on you gave me, remember? I don’t care how good it feels for you! In fact, I hope it hurts!”

Wednesday bit her lip. She hoped it would hurt too. That despite all the lubrication and all the loosening, she would still feel Enid’s cock going in like a battering ram breaking through castle gates.

She was sure she’d get her wish.

It seemed like forever before Enid had her asshole open enough. No doubt Enid took her sweet time; Wednesday knew she wasn’t that tight and hadn’t been since about their second date. But there was no telling if Enid held off because she wanted to be sure Wednesday was properly relaxed or because she knew how awful it was for Wednesday to have to wait.

Enid looked down at Wednesday’s parted buttocks, at the loose anus above her seething, engorged cuntlips. She buried her satisfaction in further things Wednesday could stand to learn. “You know, I didn’t even think to bring your collar! We could’ve done this back in the tower, with you wearing the collar and me holding the leash, but you had to show off for Bianca! Is it because she’s pretty? Are you into girls who don’t have any hair? Do you know how insensitive that is to a werewolf? We’re literally called Furs!”

Wednesday’s breath heaved. She couldn’t stop herself from wiggling her hips. She was loose, relaxed, knowing Enid’s cock could get inside her the moment her girlfriend started pushing. The wait was unbearable. So was what she needed to say.

“I’m sorry,” Wednesday gritted out.

Enid kept polishing the contours of her sphincter. She didn’t even stop. She knew being tortured was another way for Wednesday to get off. “For?”

“For being a bad puppy,” Wednesday gasped, turning herself on with the act of submission.

“And?” Enid prodded, literally.

“For not thinking of you. For not putting your needs first. You’re my mistress and—”

“I’m also your girlfriend,” Enid interrupted. “And if anyone knows what it does to me to hear you talk like you did, it should be you! If we were in the tower, you wouldn’t have gotten out a paragraph of that little speech before you were on all fours.”

“I’m sorry, Enid.” Wednesday bit the inside of her cheek—she couldn’t give her anymore bad puppy business, not now. “I’m not good at being a girlfriend. I haven’t had much practice in checking myself so that my… my Enid doesn’t get her feelings hurt.”

“But you’ll do better.” Enid curled her fingers inside of Wednesday, letting her feel how much empty space there was in her rectum. The thought of how much it could be filled was inescapable. “Won’t you?”

“Yes. Yes,” Wednesday panted, grinning despite herself, knowing Enid now wanted her turned on and on the verge of climax. “I’ll be a good puppy!”

Wednesday smelled Enid’s precum thick in the air. “Such a good puppy,” Enid agreed, turned on herself, on the verge of climax herself. “And good puppies get bones!”

Now free to admire Wednesday’s pert ass—it was almost naughty, the way it seemed to pack so many curves into such a compact body part—Enid positioned herself up against the desk. She put her left hand on Wednesday’s hip and took her cock in her other hand, rubbing its tip up and down the divide of that perfect ass.

Then she zeroed in on Wednesday’s anus, pressing her engorged cockhead into it, slowly forcing her way into Wednesday’s most taboo opening.

Wednesday let loose a slow groan as the fat crown of the thing stretched her in a way that no amount of fingers ever could. She pushed back, making herself open up just like Enid was, yet relaxing to let that prick in to where she desperately needed it.

Enid’s dick popped inside of her and Wednesday gasped, knowing all she could do now was surrender and enjoy being a cock-holster.

“Oh! Shit!” she cried. “Yesss! Fuck me there! Fuck puppy’s ass! You know it’s yours whenever you want!”

“Stop enjoying this so much!” Enid giggled. “I’m still mad at you!”

But she couldn’t take her eyes off the glorious sight of her cock buried in Wednesday’s ass, her riotous sphincter seeming to feast on the massive endowment it was forced to swallow. She felt the heat of Wednesday’s ass all around her pulsing cockhead and it only got hotter as she thrust in over and over again.

When she pulled back, her shaft pulling at the circle of Wednesday’s asshole, Wednesday groaned as she was stretched even more. Then Enid grabbed her slender waist and rammed herself into Wednesday again. As much as the goth was grunting and groaning in violated pain, Enid knew neither of them would be satisfied unless the full length of her erection ended up in Wednesday’s sucking hole.

Wednesday’s eyes rolled up in her head. She spasmed with the blasts of sensation that never stopped, just kept blowing her consciousness into smaller and smaller pieces. God, even she couldn’t believe that her asshole would ever return to normal after all these thrusts Enid was giving her. She cried out, feeling Enid’s fingers round her cheeks and hook into her drooling mouth. Now she was really degraded.

“Big smile, Wednesday!” Enid cheered. “You love getting cocked up the ass, don’t you? I should’ve done this when we did our little podcast, but I didn’t want to embarrass you too bad! But that would just make you come hard, wouldn’t it? I bet I could’ve made you orgasm so bad that it knocked you out! Then maybe you could have a proper sleep cycle instead of staying awake all night and chugging coffee like you’re from Colombia!”

“My family is from Colombia!” Wednesday muttered as best she could with her lips stretched back from her teeth.

“Maybe that’s why you have such a great ass!” Enid retorted.

Wednesday grunted each time Enid’s bloated tip forced its way through her asshole; fingers holding Wednesday’s mouth open with steady pressure. All of her muscles seemed focused on that ramming cock and trying to suck it deep enough into her body that it would never leave, but still Enid’s shaft pumped in and out of her clenching anus.

“Say it! Say it!” Enid demanded, sensing that Wednesday was on the brink of a shattering climax.

“I’m your puppy!”

“The other thing!”

“I love you!” Wednesday cried, seeing stars, her body quaking, bubbling saliva soaking Enid’s fingers, her ass writhing as she tried to get more of it around the ecstasy Enid’s cock gave her.

Enid grunted as she ejaculated and Wednesday came multiple times, marveling at how each spurt of hot semen seemed to drive her up to the height of pleasure.

Then Enid’s knot was in her, the base of her cock finally past the looseness of Wednesday’s ass—which was still tight to such a massive penetration. Wednesday’s world became pain and it would’ve been unbearable if not for the knowledge that Enid had knotted her. Now she was in for the ultimate pleasure.

Wednesday collapsed to the desk, purring as she felt another spurt helping to fill up her asshole. She knew Enid would keep going and going until she was absolutely packed. And knowing Enid was enjoying herself that way made Wednesday feel like anything but the maddening and emotionally unavailable girlfriend she knew she so often was.

Then Enid’s palm struck the fullness of her hip. “Touch yourself. I like watching you come, but you’d better believe I’m not giving puppy a treat after how bad she was!”

“Alright,” Wednesday said moonily, reaching down to obey her girlfriend—or was it mistress?

Owner?

Her fingers found her clit and she began to rub, knowing she could give herself plenty of orgasms before Enid’s thrumming knob shrank enough for them to uncouple.

Only…

“Don’t we have class next period?” Wednesday muttered.

“We do! That’s why I’m so pissed at you! In fact, it’s not enough just to make you finger yourself on your own! I think I’m going to spank you too!”

“And pull my hair?” Wednesday asked hopefully.

Enid groaned. “Don’t take all the fun out of punishing you, Addams.” Then she smiled devilishly to herself. “Of course, I could always tickle you…”

Wednesday’s face fell even further than her usual sullen expression. “I said I was sorry! Puppy said she was sorry!”

“Sorry enough to let me dye your hair?”

Wednesday shut her eyes. She needed to go back to dating serial killers. It was safer.

“Does puppy want highlights?” Enid asked, voice cracking as she came a little and added to the potbelly Wednesday was developing.