"That's it," he growled, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. "Take every fucking inch. Show me how much you need my cock again."
The water churned around us as he established a brutal rhythm, each thrust sending waves cascading over the edge of the pool once more. My body rocked with the force of his claiming, completely at the mercy of his overwhelming strength and size.
His knot was swelling rapidly now, the bulbous mass catching on my rim again with increasing insistence. I could see it growing larger with each thrust, and could feel the pressure building as my body prepared to accept it once again.
"Going to knot you again," Kieran snarled, his control slipping as his wolf nature took over. "I’m gonna breed you so fucking good.”
"Yes," I gasped, my cock jerking against my stomach. “Give it to me!”
"I'm going to fill you up again," Kieran growled, his voice dropping to a register so low I felt it vibrate through my entire body. "Going to pump you so full you'll feel me for days."
With one final, powerful thrust, he forced his swelling knot past my stretched rim. The pressure was exquisite, a perfect fusion of pain and pleasure that had me crying out, my back arching off the tile. My vision blurred as his knot locked inside me, expanding to its full size and pressing relentlessly against my prostate.
"That's it," he rumbled, his massive frame shuddering above me. "Take all of me."
I felt the first hot pulse of his release flooding my insides, triggering my own orgasm without a single touch to my cock. I came with a hoarse shout, painting my chest and stomach with rope after rope of cum as my body convulsed around his knot.Each contraction of my muscles squeezed his cock, milking more of his seed into me.
"Fuck," I gasped, my voice barely audible over our combined panting. "That was… even better than the… first time."
Kieran leaned down, his muzzle brushing against my neck as he scented me. "You smell like you belong to me now," he murmured, satisfaction evident in his tone. "Marked inside and out."
The possessiveness in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through me. This was supposed to be just another anonymous hookup at the bathhouse, a way to blow off steam before returning to my mundane life. But something about Kieran felt different. Almost dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with his claws or fangs.
We stayed locked together in the pool, the cool water lapping around us as our breathing gradually returned to normal. His knot kept us joined, ensuring every drop of his seed remained inside me. I could feel it, warm and abundant, filling me in ways I'd never experienced before.
"Hey," Kieran said after several minutes of comfortable silence, "I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Alright.”
It took a little work, but after a minute or two Keiran managed to work his knot back out of me. The moment his cock left my ass it was followed by a rush of his seed running down my ass and onto the floor surrounding the pool. He took a step back while I laid there panting, my body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. I expected him to stay in the pool, to stay with me for a little while. But only a moment later I heard him step out, water pouring off his fur onto the floor as he headed for the door.
“Make sure you take it easy tomorrow,” he said softly, the possessiveness in his voice replaced with a caring tone. “Your body will need time to recover.”
I managed a weak nod, my body still floating in the afterglow of the most intense sexual experience of my life. "Yeah... I'll try to remember that."
He paused at the door, his massive silhouette backlit by the dim hallway lights. For a moment, I thought he might say something else. Maybe he’d suggest we meet again or exchange numbers. But he simply inclined his head in a slight nod before slipping out, leaving me alone in the private pool.
The water lapped gently around me as I stared at the ceiling, trying to process what had just happened. My body ached in the most delicious way, stretched and used beyond anything I'd experienced before. I could still feel him inside me, could still feel the ghost of his knot pressing against my prostate. And deeper still, I could feel his seed, so much of it that my stomach felt slightly distended.
With a groan, I hauled myself out of the pool, my legs trembling with the effort. Water and cum trickled down my thighs as I reached for a towel from the nearby rack. My reflection in the mirrored wall caught my attention. My skin was flushed and marked with the imprints of claws, my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my eyes were still dilated with pleasure. I barely recognized myself.
"Holy shit," I whispered, running a hand over the marks on my hips. They would bruise beautifully, a temporary reminder of tonight's encounter.
I dabbed at the mess between my legs, wincing slightly at the tenderness. He hadn't been kidding about taking it easy tomorrow. I'd be lucky if I could walk straight by Monday.
After cleaning up as best I could, I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way back to the locker room. The bathhouse was still bustling with activity, men and creatures of all descriptions engaged in various states of pleasure. But I barely noticed them now. My body had been claimed sothoroughly that the thought of another encounter tonight seemed almost sacrilegious.
In the locker room, I showered quickly, washing away the sweat and chlorine but unable to remove the lingering scent of wolf that seemed to have permeated my skin. Not that I wanted to. There was something comforting about carrying his mark, even if just for a night.
As I dressed in my simple gym shorts and t-shirt, I couldn't help but wonder about Kieran. Who was he? Where did he come from? And why had he chosen to tell me his name when names were so rarely exchanged in this place?
I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts. It didn't matter. The bathhouse wasn't about connections or relationships. It was about release, about escaping the mundane realities of everyday life for a few blissful hours. Kieran had given me exactly what I came for, an intense, mind-blowing experience that would fuel my fantasies for weeks to come.
Still, as I dropped my locker key in the drop box and made my way to the exit, I found myself scanning the lobby for any sign of him. The same bored attendant was still at the desk, barely glancing up as I passed. Through the glass doors, I could see the parking lot was still full despite the late hour.
I paused at the threshold, my hand on the door handle. Part of me wanted to turn back, to find Kieran and... what? Ask for his number? Suggest we grab coffee? The very idea was absurd. This wasn't a dating app or a nightclub. This was the bathhouse, where anonymity reigned supreme and connections were measured in minutes, not lifetimes.
The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside, a stark contrast to the humid warmth I was leaving behind. My body protested with each step toward my car, muscles I'd forgotten I had making their displeasure known. I fumbled with my keys, my hands still slightly unsteady from the evening's exertions.
