Only At Night update

I buried my cock inside her again and again, not letting her go without it for even a second, and she groaned and panted with each bolt of pleasure I gave her. Her cunt made hard little clenches around me as I drove her to orgasm. Every time, her pussy seemed to grip me tighter. Finally, I gave into the warm pressure surrounding me. I let my prick spurt and pleasure filled my body; I felt like a champagne bottle popping and foaming everywhere. And the moment Carina felt me flooding into her, her eyes lit up with excitement.

“Please! Come inside me! Fuck yeah—come in my cunt—come, come, ahhh!”

My cum was thick, almost voluptuous as it left me and traveled into her, filling her, overflowing her to dribble down onto the bed. I grunted as the last of my hardness seemed to launch itself into her, leaving my erection to go slowly flaccid. 

It took a while and I kept ramming myself into Carina as I softened, extending the pleasure in her oversensitive cunt until I was drained in all senses of the word. I eased myself down on top of Carina, crushing her down against the mattress. She let me, pressing her forehead into the bedspread like she was luxuriating even in that minor sensation.

“Fuck yes,” she sighed, sounding as sweetly weary as I felt. “I’m so fucking full. You have no idea how good it feels, Ivan. It feels so good…”

“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, nuzzling her neck, rubbing her face against her hair. It felt soft, damp with sweat, but sweet-smelling. 

I tugged my manhood out of her pussy and was surprised to find it valiantly rallying, turning half-hard without me spending any points at all. I playfully ran it between her cheeks, over her asshole. She whimpered—it would’ve been submissive if the sheer want in her voice hadn’t sounded so violent. She wanted it there. I actually wondered how long my body could stay tired before it demanded I give it to her.

“Fuck, I can’t even pretend that wasn’t great,” she keened. She was almost delirious with lust, only the intense satisfaction and exhaustion she felt able to keep her from going for more. I didn’t know how I’d react if she started blowing me, touching me. My groin already felt sore. “Your cock is so big, so good… I can’t believe it fits inside me… I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.”

I kissed her ear softly, running my tongue along its curve. “You’re gonna have to.”

I rolled off of her. The bed felt cool as the bottom of a pillow, embracing my feverishly overwarm body as I struggled with the sheets to cover us both. Carina cooed as I tucked her in.

“But I don’t have to like it,” she giggled, reaching between my legs. 

My erection was long gone by then, but she eked out the dregs of my cum and rubbed her soiled hand over her clit. I saw all of her vibrate with the last smiling vestiges of her afterglow—like a smoker drawing one last time on a cigarette butt before stubbing it out. 

For some reason, I felt a surge of affection for her. She really did want me. She didn’t put up with me or tolerate me or make me feel like I had to apologize for the space I took up in the world. She was genuinely glad to have me there—sexually, romantically, even just as a friend. Maybe there was something to those weirdos who talked about being touch-starved, got together to throw cuddle parties. It was a level of abject love that, well… I suppose I should’ve expected from someone lucky enough to be partially dog.

“Hey, c’mon,” Carina said, interrupting my moony train of thought. “If that wasn’t good enough to rate some cuddling, what is?”

I laughed as I pulled her to me, rolling onto my side so that her chest pressed against mine. I slipped my arm around her body, moving my hand down to rest on her shapely hip. I’d gotten nowhere near enough of the delicious feel of it while I’d gripped her before. I caressed her flank soothingly; Carina sighed contently and put her lips against my sternum, not kissing me, just seeming to breathe me in.

“So how do you feel?” Carina asked me, her voice low and solemn. It was the first time I had heard her sounding not even a little amused. I wondered how worried she had been.

“About the vampires?” She nodded against my chest. “Alright enough. They were mad dogs—pardon the expression—and they got put down.”

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Carina agreed.

“I am a bit worried about the police. I’ve seen a lot of superhero movies. The authorities don’t seem to like vigilante justice.”

“They like werewolves less,” Carina said darkly.

“Okay, but what can they really do? If that ambush spot was a good enough place for them to attack us, it’s probably too isolated for anyone to find them before morning. And then the sunlight will take care of the bodies. We can burn, bleach your clothes. The hard part is the van. We’ll need to get it fixed up without anyone asking questions.”

“There’s a werewolf who runs a body shop on Grant Street. He’d be willing to do it under the table.”

“That’d be great!” I said, before really registering Carina’s dim tone. “Would it not be great?”

“Asking for help from another werewolf—it’d put me back in their world. I’d be on the radar.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked. 

“It can be,” Carina muttered, barely a whisper. I felt her dispel the thought, like a physical tremor running through her nervous system. “No point in worrying about it before there’s something to worry about.”

But we had far more to worry about than cops and werewolf politics.