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It had already been two excruciating days for Moira. Her period never was easy, with the cramps from hell, the heavy flow, and not to mention the absolute barbaric need to be filled up and stretched. Her cycle made her horny--not just regular needs a good dicking horny. Oh, no.

Moira would often find herself whining and groaning from the ache between her legs. First from the pain, and then when she'd think about how good it would feel to be stretched out around a big cock while her muscles got a nice, deep massage, she'd writhe in more than just pain.

She couldn't help it! She'd always been extra sensitive especially when her hormones were raging like this! Her cramps kept her in bed, but her need for a good fucking tried its absolute best to get her up and going. Luckily, she wouldn't need to lift a single finger for anything she wanted, especially when she was bleeding like this.

Moira had won the lottery. Not literally, but when she found her boyfriend one early morning on a trail deep in the woods, she'd at least won herself a nice cock to bounce on for a while. It might've seemed a bit unconventional, but how could she possibly tell the big, hairy man in the woods no?

She couldn't, not when he'd been so keen on smelling her and rubbing his scent on her. She'd been afraid at first, but after the scary wolf-man-hybrid finished his inspection of her, he laid beside her feet and showed her how much he'd do for her. He knew then and there that she was his.

And now years later, Moira was still receiving the best dick of her life from Dexter. All she had to do was sit pretty in their big bed--one he kept piled high with soft pillows and blankets for her, a nest he'd called it before--and wait for him to return home and find her.

So wait she did. She curled up in the soft nest, clutching her stomach to try and ease some discomfort. She didn't have to wait too long before Dexter's heavy footsteps entered their home. The lock turned first, followed by his keys being thrown down on the entry table.

Dexter always did come to find her first before anything. It didn't matter if he was gone for a day or ten minutes, as soon as he walked in the door, he went straight to where her scent lingered the most. Some days he'd be in desperate need of a hole to fuck, others he'd just want to curl up into her lap like a giant puppy and be petted softly.

Today, he could sense the tension in the air. He inhaled deeply, knowing even before she did days ago that her cycle was starting. However, he knew that she was miserable even more right now. He was pleased to find her curled up in the nest he made for her, hoping she'd find comfort in it. She may have been a human, but he still did everything his instincts told him to do when it came to his mate.

Dexter walked as quietly as he could into the room, smiling as he watched Moira's back rise and fall with every deep breath she took. She was half asleep holding her stomach but the sound of his large feet across the floor made her open her eyes.

Before she could turn all the way around to look at him, he was already leaning over the bed and nuzzling her hair. He inhaled once more, drunk and happy on her scent. "Hi, pretty baby..." he whispered, peppering kisses alongside her temple. "Not feeling so good? Need something?"

He was hoping she'd tell him yes, ask him to fix her problems. He'd do anything and everything he could for this woman, no matter what it was. Moira groaned and turned to face him, only to stop as another cramp hit between her hips. The hand she had over her tummy moved to rub out the ache, but her tiny, useless hands would do no good.

Dexter tutted and scooted right on into the bed, propping himself up on his side. Already his body heat near her was comforting, but she wanted more. His large hand splayed across her stomach, moving down to her hips as he drew her into his broad body. Moira whined a contented noise, eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled her close.

"Mmm, I bet that's better already..." Dexter hummed in her ear, pressing his palm into her belly. The heat of his hand was better than any hot water bottle or heating pad she'd used in the past. He applied a little pressure, rubbing his fingers back and forth along her waistline. "How does that feel?"

"Good..." she murmured sleepily as she tucked her hand under her cheek and melted into him. "So, so good..."

Dexter curled his large body around hers just as a deep rumbling started in his chest. While it wasn't exactly a purr, the noise still rumbled in his chest and against her back. He was perfectly content just laying in bed for the rest of the day while she napped in his arms, but when another vicious cramp hit between her legs, he knew he'd be in trouble.

Moira's hips writhed from the particularly pinchy cramp. Her ass was against his pelvis, the rounded flesh moving up and down against his cock. Now, Dexter knew better than to outright pin her down in this condition and fill her up, but he couldn't stop his cock from hardening every time she wiggled and moved on him.

He tried to be good. Really, he did. But after only a few minutes of listening to her pained noises and feeling her ass against him, he couldn't take it. Maybe his self-control wasn't so good. Or maybe she was just that tempting. Probably both, he decided.

"Moira, baby..." he groaned, inhaling her scent and nipping at her neck. She knew from that alone, not to mention the boner against her back, what he was implying. Her eyes were still peacefully shut as her lip rolled into her mouth.

She rolled her hips once more against him, humming as his warm hand pulled her further back. A hot puff of air tickled the back of her neck as his teeth grazed below her ear, making her skin prickle and tingle with delight. She could already feel the warmth stirring between her hips. She had been waiting for him all day after all, and now here he was, ready for the command.

Moira cocked her leg up a bit, hoping that allowing him a spot closer to her pussy would be invitation enough. Her ass wiggled, tummy clenching when she thought about how nice it would feel if he ripped off her panties and spread her wide right there. The thought of his claws coming out, digging into her skin as he forced her against the mattress...

Ugh, the thought made her have to hold back a moan.

Dexter was usually gentle, especially when she indicated that she needed it to be soft or slow. But when she was in this state and dripping with arousal, all his instincts told him to do was to force his cock inside of her and pound her until his knot forced them together.

"I'm tryin' to be good..." he groaned, nudging her ass with the tip of his cock. "Really, really tryin'..."

Moira did not want him to be good. She didn't want him to be gentle or slow. She appreciated his warmth when it came to the cramps, but what she wanted more than anything right now was for him to make the ache of her period go away. Massage her insides. Give her a new kind of pain to focus on.

"Please," she whispered, barely hearing herself say the word. "I wanna be filled... need to be..."

She knew she sounded wholeheartedly needy, but she also knew that it sent him into some feral overdrive. His instincts would kick in the more she made herself out to be a helpless little bunny, something to be ravished and used for his own pleasure. But even more, she knew that if she needed him, he'd do anything he could to give her the moon.

He groaned lowly in her ear, feeling his chest burn and swell with the carnal desire to make her scream. Dexter's large, hot hand gripped the back of her cocked thigh, pushing it further up. Moira's eyes fluttered as her tummy swirled. She knew what came next. She'd be utterly fucked.

His hand began to slide down her thigh, toward her ass. He inched slowly, dragging his now protruding nails down her soft skin. He groped the thick flesh of her upper thigh, loving the way he could grab a handful of her and still have more to love. Moira wasn't a small girl, having thighs that rubbed together and nice, wide hips cushioned enough to ease some pain when Dexter grabbed her and fucked into her madly.

Still, because of his large size and tall stature, Moira was tiny to him. He could toss her around, pin her down, and use her thick body to his advantage. Plus, she'd need the extra fat when he filled her up with a baby or three.

As his fingers slid down her thigh, his tongue swiped over her neck. Dexter groaned and rumbled as he rubbed his face against her neck, effectively scenting her and marking her as his. He wanted nothing more than to make her smell like him and then fill her right up, but he wasn't so sure of her limits right now.

Moira on the other hand wanted nothing more than to be crying around his cock, stretched to the max, and used as a cock sleeve so she'd be able to forget about those pesky period cramps. Yep, that would definitely do it.

She wiggled her ass a bit, pressing against his quickly growing erection as he nuzzled her and groped her thigh. "Please," Moira whined again, quickly growing impatient at the lack of a cock inside of her. She reached behind her, attempting to push down the waist of his pants. "I can't wait anymore..."

Dexter chuckled, puffing out a breath of air onto her already-heated skin. His hand replaced hers on his waistband as he pushed his pants and boxers down, springing his cock free. The second she felt the heat of his skin hit her thighs, she shuddered in relief and moaned at the mere thought of him.

He wasted no time in hooking his thumb in her panties and pulling them down, just to her knees. He fisted his cock in one hand, stroking it a few times before pressing it between her thighs. His cock slid between her thighs a few times, the reddened head peeking out every time he thrust, accented by the shining stud pierced through his tip.

Moira's pussy was already aching and every time the piercing nudged her clit, she whined and rocked her hips trying to feel him a little better. Dexter's hot hand gripped the crook of her knee, pulling it up and allowing him an open space between her legs. With his free hand, he grabbed a fist full of her hair, pinning her body against his. He needed her close, needed her body unable to move away from him as he took his time on her.

And Moira would happily lay there, bound to him and fucked right out. A sheepish grin took over her lips as he continued to thrust his cock between her pussy lips, coating himself in a mixture of arousal and blood. The air smelled faintly of body heat and sweet metal, the perfect concoction to turn Dexter into a downright untamable beast.

The column of Moira's neck bulged as Dexter drew her head back, forcing a squeak out of the poor girl. She could hardly suck in a full breath, but he'd make sure his little toy was fine enough while he played with her. Besides, if she didn't want to be used like a toy, she knew better than to tease him with something so tempting.

At least she wasn't thinking about those cramps anymore.

Moira fidgeted, wiggling about as she tried to release his grip a little bit. Of course it didn't work. He'd already made his mind up that he wasn't going to be gentle, not when she was so obediently allowing him to spread her legs and begging for him to fuck her.

"Don't run from me," Dexter gritted, nipping at her exposed neck with his teeth. His prey was easy to catch, even easier to fuck, but god did he want to take his time and savor her. "You know better than that..."

His naughty words stirred in her belly, drawing out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan when his hand slipped from her leg to her pussy. Dexter cupped the underside of his shaft as he fucked her slit, skimming her sensitive skin with his claws.

Already she could feel his size, the way the veins in his cock bulged and nearly pulsed with how much blood was rushing to the area. Each moment that passed made him painfully harder, painfully more aware of how close he was to her. How easy it would be to flip her over and drive into her until she was a blubbering mess.

And fuck, he did just that.

Moira gasped as Dexter moved in a flash, turning her so she was on her back in the middle of the nest. Her eyes widened as she saw the yellow glow of his irises and at the same time, felt the burn of his claws digging into her wrists. He'd pinned them above her head when he flipped her. She was always amazed at how quickly his demeanor would change--how quick he was to ravish her.

He was straddling her thick thighs, cock fully erect and swayed to the side of his abdomen. Her bottom lip rolled into her mouth and her chest rose and fell with each breath. Moira looked so pretty beneath him, so helpless and so his. Her eyes twinkled innocently as his darkened with desire. Dexter's brows furrowed as he glanced down at her chest and stomach, specifically at the shirt still on her body.

It was his shirt, at least. But fuck that shirt. He wanted her naked, pressed right up against his body when he filled her over and over again. He released her hands still pinned above her head and like the good girl she was, she kept them up high. She knew if she moved them after being placed how he wanted her, she'd have to deal with his real strength. Not that it was a bad thing, but you can only explain a sex bruise so many times before it becomes suspicious.

Without a second thought, Dexter ripped the shirt from her body. Her tits popped out of the top, bouncing as gravity found them a new position. Immediately his smooth tongue lapped at her nipple before trailing to the next, where he tugged on the hardened bud as though it was a delicate flower. It was a miracle that such a large man could be so gentle.

Moira's thighs ached as she tried to squirm around under his weight, only to be pinned back down. Every time she tried, Dexter would growl lowly, a noise from the back of his throat that landed right between her legs. She'd whimper and whine as he sicked on her nipples, knowing that each little noise drove him mad. He wanted to sink his teeth into her and claim her. Sure, he claimed her years ago, but he'd do it over and over and over again just for the high.

Finally, when he felt that she had enough teasing, Dexter smoothed his hands down her plump sides and wide hips, following the trail of her legs. He sat up a bit, maneuvering her legs from under his. As he rested each thigh upon his own, the sight of her pussy came into view. The scent. He glanced down between her legs, tongue darting out to swipe his lips in hunger.

"Look at you bein' so good," Dexter said lowly, tutting softly at the beautiful girl laid out in his nest. He hummed approvingly at her chubby stomach, her fat tits, and best of all, the way her flushed face lit up when he bent forward and captured her lips in his. "Such a good little bun... layin' so pretty for me," he murmured against her.

Moira groaned and writhed, now trying to rub her pussy against his cock. She'd get close, just barely grinding against him when he'd pull back a mere inch. He liked her sweet side, sure, but when she got worked up enough to brat out a little, he really loved it. Made it easier for him to pin her down and shut her back up with his cock.

Dexter pulled back and kissed the tip of her nose, grinning ear to ear as her eyes began to water. She was a sensitive girl especially now. Both her period and her need for an orgasm were quickly shortening her fuse, not to mention the fact that he was teasing her knowing damn well she needed to be filled!

His large hands slid down the front of her body and landed on her thighs. "Not gonna make you wait any longer, baby," he said, pressing her thighs back so he could see her full pussy in all its glistening glory. As he guided his tip down to her entrance, she felt herself tense and relax in anticipation.

Her greedy pussy was trying so hard to feel him. All she wanted was to be stretched around him, completely full and happy. Dexter pushed his hips forward a bit, pushing into her ever so slowly. Moira gasped softly, trying so hard to keep her hands up above her head.

Moira hummed lowly as Dexter sunk another inch into her, then another, and another. Her watery eyes glossed over, nose burning as the pinch became apparent. Even with all the extra wetness, it was a struggle to adjust to his size.

But Moira would take every inch. She'd sit nice and pretty, keeping her hands above her head and her legs spread wide open so he could fuck her how his instincts told him to. She'd take him however he gave it and even thank him for it, too.

"That's right," Dexter moaned, pushing his hips forward and pulling them back, only to sink further in on the next thrust. "So fuckin' warm wrapped around me..."

The pinch of his cock stretching her mixed with another painful cramp made Moira writhe momentarily, only until his large, hot hand pressed deep into her lower belly. Her eyes widened before rolling shut in pure pleasure. He was fully inside of her now, rocking his hips back and forth so slowly.

From his hand pressing into her belly, she could feel how large he was inside of her. Every thrust made her belly bulge as the tip of his cock nudged her insides. Her cunt ached from being so full, but as his pierced cock continued to massage back and forth along her insides, the pain quickly subsided and turned into pleasure. It was as though his cock was magic, filling her up and taking away her pain at the same time.

But Dexter only had so much self-control. When he looked away from his bloody cock sinking in and out of his mate and glanced at her blissed-out face, his feral instincts took over. He removed his hands from her body, instead pinning her wrists down again and caging her in around his broad frame.

She was completely unable to move under him, now pinned down under the beast of a man while he fucked into her with fervor. The sticky slapping sounds reverberated around the room, accompanied by Moira's sobs of pleasure. She was a crying mess as her hips tried so hard to rock against his cock, only to be pushed right back down when he snapped his hips forward and drove into her.

Her stomach muscles clenched and burned from the pressure but she couldn't seem to care, not when all of her period ache was being massaged out and replaced with pure pleasure. It was as though his cock was an aphrodisiac, filling her with no thoughts but him.

Dexter could feel the pressure beginning to build at the base of his cock, knowing full and well his knot would inflate soon and he'd be stuck inside of is mate for the next long while. He didn't mind. The thought of trapping her on his knot made him fuck into her harder, drawing out cries and screams as his tip kissed her cervix over and over again.

"Gonna fill you up..." he'd repeat over and over as his hairy thighs smacked against her. "Gonna fill you with my pups... make you nice and round... gonna fill you..."

She knew from the look in his hypnotized eyes that he was deep in his rut, needing nothing more than to tie them together and claim her any way he could. Moira's legs began to tremble as the constant nudging of her G-spot became too much. Not that it hurt, but she felt like she was about to explode around him, not knowing if she just needed to come or if she was about to drench him in something else.

She was a babbling, fuzzy-brained mess as she felt the base of Dexter's cock swell, knowing there was no stopping him from forcing his knot inside of her. She'd take it, always did so good for him, but she knew that it would truly make her scream.

Dexter released her wrists, allowing her to grip onto his shoulders as his claws grabbed and tore up the sheets around her head. Tears of pleasure spilled from Moira's eyes as Dexter's thrusts quickened, the pressure of his knot against her pussy opening becoming more apparent with every sharp thrust.

"Don't... don't fuckin' move..." he growled lowly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Not like she was going to, she thought, smiling drunkenly as his thrusts became deeper and more focused on one task, conjoining them.

Moira gasped, whining and doing her absolute best not to run from him as he shoved his nearly fully-enlarged knot into her cunt, forcing his pierced tip right up against her cervix. She moaned and whimpered as she felt the swelling increase, stretching her further than she thought possible and triggering her own orgasm.

She screamed out, attempting to clamp her legs shut around his strong thighs as he swelled further inside of her pussy. She rode out her orgasm on his cock, overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed to the brim as her tummy bulged with every thrust.

It was uncomfortable for a moment, just until he started giving her short, quick thrusts accompanied by deep growls and moans in her ear. But when his knot swelled to its max and rubbed back and forth along her G-spot, she nearly began to drool.

A string of unintelligible babbles and thank you's left her plump lips as Dexter pumped her full of his cum, making sure to rock her back and forth on his knot to ease some of the discomfort. They'd be there for a while, anyway. Might as well make her comfortable, as comfortable as she could be stuffed full of his cock.

Dexter's hips slowed as his temper calmed. His once pinched-up brows softened on her flushed face as he began kissing and licking away her tears. With one final pump, Dexter captured her lips with his and moaned into her mouth.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, pecking her once more. "Took it so good... feel better, baby? Ready to take a nap?" He knew the answer was yes even before her tiny nod, so he carefully hooked his arm around her hip and turned them on their sides in the big, comfy nest.

Moira groaned, still throbbing around his knot as it nudged her insides just right. Dexter just smiled, knowing she'd sleep away the rest of the day. And who knew? Maybe when she woke up still stuffed with his cock, she'd even be up for round two.