Wild Dreams [Story Collection]
Then I felt the tip of his long, powerful tail brush against my inner thigh.
It was warm, slightly ridged, thicker than two of his fingers. The Beast took his time, rubbing the tip up and down my crack, coating it thoroughly in my wetness before pressing it against my prepared hole. Inch by slow inch, the tail slid inside me. The burn was sharp at first — a deep, stinging pressure that made me cry out and clench. But he never rushed. He pushed forward gradually, twisting gently, letting my body accept the strange invasion until the pain melted into a dark, filthy fullness that made my eyes roll back.