Knot Safe For Work 2

“Ah, shit, your tongue! Oh—feels so good!” Wednesday moaned, rocking herself against the bed as Enid’s tongue whipped the nerves of her sphincter, set her on fire, reawakened the mulling satiation of having the buttplug inside her for so long.

“Puppy likes it?” Enid prompted between licks.

“Yes! Puppy likes it! Yes!” Wednesday obediently said, lifted up to an orgiastic state. Her body moist with sweat and need. She wanted more. She wanted cock. “Fuck my ass! Fuck it!”

Enid gently kissed her perfect ass where it was fullest. “What’s a nice way for puppy to ask?”

“Please fuck puppy’s ass!” Wednesday begged, caught up in her reawakening pleasure, too far gone to care how much she was giving in. She knew how good it would feel when Enid finally ass-fucked her. She had to have it—it was impossible to pretend she was above it all when this felt so good and was still nowhere near as nice as having her hole filled with werewolf cock. “Fuck puppy’s ass so good, fuck puppy’s ass like only you can! Puppy needs your big cock, please!”

“Asking so nicely,” Enid cooed, praising her with some more quick kisses, imprinting pretty pink lipstick on her cheeks. “But the thing is, you’re mine and your ass belongs to me, so I can fuck it whenever I want, can’t I, puppy?”

“Yes,” Wednesday panted And why not, why the hell not? It was her hole. Enid’s cock fit inside it. “Yes-yes-yes! Puppy belongs to you!”

“And that’s why you’re always full of my cum! Because you have to smell like you’re mine. Because you are mine. Isn’t that right, puppy?”

“Please just fuck my ass, Enid, come on!”

“So impatient,” Enid pouted, running a fingernail down Wednesday’s spine, painting highway marker between the nodules of it in white-hot welts that quickly faded. “But I can’t blame puppy for being excited. One more little thing, though. I’m usually big into sharing, but I don’t share my puppy. Puppy knows this, doesn’t she?”

“I’m yours. Yours and only yours. No one else can have my ass. Puppy’s hole is just for you!”

Finally Enid mounted her hips, shoving her face down into the bed.

“Hold the pillow real tight,” Enid reminded her. “My cock is just too big to go in without hurting puppy. Good thing you’re into that, though.”

Everything below Wednesday’s waist felt like it was swamped with her arousal, Enid’s saliva. Now she felt the mammoth pressure of Enid’s cock demanding entry to her sphincter. It was so much bigger, so much stiffer than her tongue had been. Despite the buttplug, her ass felt practically virgin with so much flesh trying to get inside her. Wednesday’s eyes widened as Enid’s cock forced her open and drove in to the violated muscle.

“Enid, Enid it’s too much! Slower, please!”

“I knew we needed a bigger buttplug,” Enid muttered, and made a ruthless jab that carried her far past Wednesday’s sphincter.

“AHHHH! FUCK! YOU’RE TOO BIG!” Wednesday cried, livid fire burning inside her. She felt like she’d been opened up, fit for the ruthless examination of an autopsy cadaver. She loved it—had to make sure to exaggerate her reactions so Enid knew she was properly servicing her girlfriend.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Enid chirped.

“If it’s a condom, I don’t think we need one,” Wednesday grunted. “No way you’ve managed to fuck enough to catch anything.”

“You’re being snide, good, I was worried I’d really hurt you.” Enid patted her on the head. “You’re still into degradation, aren’t you?”

“I’m dating you, aren’t I?” Wednesday shot back.

Enid ignored her sarcasm the way a steamroller would ignore a plastic toy in its path. “Good, because I turned my webcam on while you were on your true-crime bullpucky.”

What little emotion there ever was in Wednesday’s voice drained away. “What,” she asked flatly.

“I’ve recorded everything. This is streaming to the whole school. They all know what a good puppy you are now. In fact, I think they’ll be much more understanding now of how hard you find it to sit down.”

Sheer panic gripped Wednesday’s nerves. The whole school. Everyone she knew. All of them had seen her getting ass-fucked. Begging for more. Bottoming for Enid and pleading for mercy. There could not be the slightest doubt in anyone’s mind that she was Enid’s bitch and she loved it.

It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her.

It made her come harder than she ever had before. An orgasm too powerful to scream out—her voice gurgled and sputtered as her womanhood flooded, the tangled sheets below doused with her becoming too wet for it to stay in her cunt.

“Happy puppy!” Enid cooed, petting her hair, and started thrusting into her.

Wednesday loved it. Her grommet was no delicate instrument but sturdy muscle that could take whatever Enid did to it. Her anal passage was sensitive, but that made it all the more ready for pleasure. The fiery pain dropped off and left behind the too-full sensation which put an edge on her delight. The feeling was still new to her but felt right—like her body, all of her biology was designed for this radical acceptance, this painful forbearance that transitioned into pure satiation.

Enid ran clawed fingertips over her sex, leaving her sizzling white mark under pitch-black pubic hair, forcing pure pleasure through the nerve meant for that. Wednesday moved as best she could in rhythm with Enid’s desire, knowing all her roommate wanted was to finish proving that Wednesday was hers.

“Puppy’s enjoying herself, isn’t she?” Enid prompted. She was at the peak of her excitement, moving faster and faster, able to rampage as much as she wanted in Wednesday’s bowels. Using her claws expertly to refresh her mark on Wednesday’s pale flesh. The goth’s pussy, when Enid fingered her, was all oil, all readiness for a fuck that would be leaving out this particular portion of her anatomy. And Wednesday’s ass pumped like there was no tomorrow.

“Puppy likes it,” Wednesday managed, her embarrassment compounding, but she couldn’t take even the possibility of Enid stopping. “Puppy likes it so much!”

A hard slap on the ass, because it was Enid’s to do as she wanted. “What does puppy like?”

“Puppy likes being a cock-holster!” Wednesday gasped. “Puppy loves being your cum-dumpster! Your anal whore! Your ass-fuck biiiitch!”

“Mine!” Enid gritted out, her voice as terse as it ever got. Her hands circled Wednesday’s waist, nails digging into flesh waiting for her mark… “My PUPPY!”

The base of Enid’s cock had grown relentlessly since she first entered Wednesday, becoming a large swelling that tirelessly hammered at whatever tightness her asshole still possessed. At the height of arousal, when the knot seemed like it could grow no bigger, Enid forced it past Wednesday’s anus with brute force that dwarfed all her previous thrusts. And now it was in, seeming to fill whatever space was within Wednesday in one single instant of shocking pain and overwhelming sensation.

Wednesday came. She came hard. And this time, she managed to scream.

The scream trailed off as she lost consciousness, or at least intelligence, too cock-drunk to keep up her usual acerbic façade. Instead, she drooled. She sighed.  She blinked crossed eyes, slowly and infrequently. If it were possible for a woman to be high on her own ecstasy, that was the face Wednesday now presented to the avidly observing student body of Nevermore Academy.

Enid laid down against Wednesday’s back, spooning with her in a nice, soft cuddle as she enjoyed her own series of orgasms. Each one stuffing a little more cum into Wednesday’s bowels. Too much to ever be evacuated—at least before Enid simply pumped more in.

Not that Enid really needed to mark her territory anymore, since all the vampires and werewolves who could smell her cum on Wednesday had no doubt now seen exactly who Wednesday Addams belonged to.

“Good puppy,” she whispered into Wednesday’s ear, and through her haze of fullness, Wednesday clamped her muscles down on the throbbing knot inside her.

Enid gasped heavily at the added tightness on her cock. She felt some of her cum spill out to anoint her balls and had no doubt that this wouldn’t be the last overflow of the night.

It was enough to make her wonder why she ever had to take her knot out.

***

“Aww, somebody brought their puppy to school!”

Sitting at their customary table in the courtyard, Divina and Yoko laughed dutifully, the accompaniment to Bianca’s sultry, even sensual smile. Her eyes were alight, saying that she might’ve been friendly with Wednesday at the moment, but she still considered them fair game when the faux pas was something as extreme as livestreaming with Enid’s knot up her ass.

Wednesday and Enid had been walking along, hand in hand—or, at least, Enid had been holding hands behind her back and pretending one of them was Wednesday’s—when the quip snapped across the courtyard. They both stopped. Wednesday gave the three Nightshades a withering glare, while Enid stifled a growl.

The Fur didn’t care what was said about her and knew that a little teasing was just part of socializing.

But she couldn’t stand people making fun of Wednesday, who was a lot more sensitive than anyone credited.

Or so Enid chose to believe.

Wednesday, though, seemed even less bothered than Enid. She actually appeared smug, with a slight upturn on her lips. She went to sit down at Bianca’s table and Enid, with a tiny squeak, could only trot after her. Figuring it was best that Wednesday have a translator on hand for anything she might say to a comparatively normal teenage girl.

In a heartbeat, Wednesday was down on the bench seating, sitting primly as she faced the coterie that Bianca and her minions formed on the other side of the table. “When Enid refers to me as a puppy, it’s part of our fetishistic sex games. I’m not a puppy and neither is Enid—I can assure you she’s sexually mature.”

“I’ll say,” Yoko said, getting a bored look from Bianca to shut her up. It wasn’t a quip that was up to her standards.

“I am curious,” Bianca said, picking up a French fry from her tray and taking a quick bite. “Is this latest stunt more of you trying to be an iconoclast or does it really turn you on to know the whole school has seen you getting ass-fucked?”

“The latter, of course,” Wednesday answered. “Enid is a surprisingly astute judge of character. She correctly surmised that the only thing better than having her werewolf cock in my ass was everyone at Nevermore knowing how satisfying I found the experience. I orgasmed multiple times. But, obviously, you watched the video. You know that.”

“Yoko and I watched it a couple times,” Divina said. “It really got us in the mood.”

Enid lit up with a smile. “Did you try putting your thumb in her butt?”

“Yoko put hers in mine!”

“Enough!” Bianca cried. “Wednesday, we just wanted to let you know that your little publicity stunt was wasted on us. We’ve been able to smell Enid’s cum on you for weeks now.”

“Don’t even have to be Furs,” Yoko added.

“Not to mention the limping. The way this is the first time I’ve seen you sit down in like a month. It’s completely obvious what you get up to in your little love tower. But we were wondering if you ever go ass to mouth? Any sort of sucking going on? Because Wednesday, just because you’re nice enough to let Enid do anal doesn’t mean you should short her on a little head.”

Enid blushed furiously. A sidelong look told Wednesday how her girlfriend’s cheeks were scarlet now.

“The fact is,” Wednesday said, “neither of us consider ourselves particularly giving lovers. Enid does sodomize me regularly, multiple times a day in fact, but as you’d know from watching the video, I’m an ass-fuck slut and sorely appreciate each and every time Enid knots me.”

Yoko burped a little laugh. “’Sorely’.”