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With a quiet ‘click’ you shut the door closed behind you, standing shyly as the meeting concluded. You kept your hands clasped and close to your chest, watching as daddy’s business partners packed up their documents and cash, shaking hands and chuckling at inside jokes. Some of the older members still had whiskey in their glass and weren’t going to move from their chairs until they were finished. That was okay, Wukong didn’t mind when they stayed over time. He had laughed to you once that the drunker they were, the more secrets they gave away.
You gave a dreamy sigh as you watched your husband, your insides tingling. His shoulders rolled as he cracked his neck, a cigar gritted between his teeth, and the sight of it makes you smile. The meeting must have gone very well if he was breaking out the cuban. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit pants, the suspenders holding them up on clear display. He always complained about running hot during these meetings and having to take his blazer off. You never complained, you got to see that beautifully sculpted chest in a buttoned down dress shirt that could barely contain him.
You were just admiring the curve of his biceps when a shadow falls over you.
You look up to see a cat yaoguai you don’t recognize leaning on one arm against the wall above you. You take a step to the side, edging away from the stranger in a way that's not obviously rude but still gives you personal space. Daddy always told you to be on your best behavior when his business partners and their goons came to visit, and you were a good girl who did just that. That didn’t mean you wanted them in your personal space.
“Uhm, hello-”
“What’s a cute little thing like you doing in a dangerous place like this?” The cat, you think he’s a leopard of some sort, purrs at you. His tail flicks upwards with interest even as you edge further away.
“I-” You start, but he interrupts you again.
“You must be an assistant or something, cute piece of eye candy like you.” You try not to grimace at his words, remembering to be polite and courteous. “Why don’t I take you out tonight, huh? Have some fun?” You shudder and wrap your arms tight around yourself.
“N-no thank you.” You mumble. The cat stares at you for a long moment, ears pricked up and focused on you. After a beat of silence, he lets out a chuckle.
“I'm sorry, what?”
“...No, thank you.” You repeat. The leopard snarls and steps further into your personal space, and you cringe, ducking down to make yourself smaller.
“You think you can say ‘no’ to me, bitch? You’re fodder here, for us to enjoy and use how we want. If I say you’re going out with me, you’re-” His claw is in your face, index finger pointed threateningly at you. You bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from whimpering in fear.
Another figure steps into your personal space, and you’re about to cringe and run away, when the new person wraps an arm around your plush waist and pulls you close. You look up to see Wukong, his diamond red eyes glancing between you and the cat yaoguai with laser focus.
“Everything okay, peachy girl?” He rumbles, puffs of black smoke pouring from the corners of his mouth. His unruly hair flows down his back, and immediately one of your hands moves to wrap around the soft locks, twirling it around your fingers to soothe your nerves. Your belly is roiling with anxiety and fear - fear that you’ve disappointed him by not being the gracious host you’re supposed to be as his wife. This cat is going to complain about you and Wukong is going to be so upset-
“Sorry, Great Sage,” The leopard gives a polite bow, sending you a wicked glare, “just a little confusion between-”
“When I want your opinion I’ll pull your brown nose out of your boss’ ass.” Wukong growls, the lit end of his cigar burning bright as he takes a deep breath to keep his temper. The yaoguai’s eyes widen in fear and he ducks his head, his hands trembling where they’re clasped before him. Wukong turns his body towards you, pulling you closer to him and lowering his voice to a quiet purr. You bury your face against his chest as he speaks.
“What happened, peachy? You can tell daddy.” His words should be comforting, but all you can think about is how you’re causing problems by being here. You had just wanted to visit him and ask if he would have lunch with you, and now you’ve managed to piss off this mobster and he’s going to be so disappointed in you-
“Whoa, whoa…slow down baby, slow down. Deep breaths.” It startles you to realize that your breathing had been growing quicker as your thoughts spiraled. You squeeze your eyes shut and tremble, unwilling to look at Wukong’s face, and the frustration that will no doubt be burning in his eyes at how difficult you are. You do as he says and breathe, trying to rein in your emotions and not cause even more trouble. You angle your head up, gently tugging at his hair for him to lean down. He does so without complaint and your lips brush across the shell of his ear as you whisper.
“I just wanted to have lunch with you and then he-...He started talking to me and asked me out, I said no, I said no, daddy-” Even if he’s upset with you for this, you want Wukong to know that you would never leave for a night out with someone else. He needs to know that you wouldn’t do that.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright.” He whispers back to you, a calming chirp in his voice. “Then what?” You swallow your nerves.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You start, but Wukong gently tuts, his claws tracing soothing circles over your entire back. It helps ground you. “I didn’t mean to upset him…He said I can’t say ‘no’ to him, that I’m-...”
“...You’re what?” He hisses. You shiver at the sound.
“...I’m fodder for everyone to use…” You whimper the words out, feeling ashamed. Bile rises in your throat that you force back down, choking on air. A low growl starts up in Wukong’s chest, right against where your head is still cradled against him. Fear freezes your veins to ice and a cool numbness washes over you. He’s angry with you now. He has to be.
You peek up at him, fully expecting to see red diamond eyes glowing and glaring at you, a snarl of disgust and disappointment on his handsome face as he shoves you away from him and tells you to get out.
That is not what happens.
His glare is pinpointed on the yaoguai still before you both, who is now trembling with barely restrained panic. Wukong uses two clawed fingers to pull his cigar from his mouth and hold it out, using his thumb to flick the ashes onto the hardwood floor. He angles his head up and blows a black smoke ring, wisps trailing from his lips like a caress. He's so handsome when he smokes…
“Bull King?” He calls over his shoulder towards his brother in arms. You watch over his shoulder as Demon Bull King looks up from his conversation with Erlang, large ears perked up and attentive. He had been casually swirling the amber scotch in his glass as the two of them spoke, Erlang looking slightly more relaxed than usual surrounded by allies he respects.
“Yes, brother? What's the problem?” The bull snorted. His and Erlang’s eyes glanced over the sight the three of you made, taking in your uncomfortable body language and Wukong's simmering rage. You see Erlang’s eyes narrow, his third eye honing in on the leopard before you both.
“This one is yours right?” Wukong asked, voice calm.
“Yes. New hire, kinda stupid.” Bull King laughed, his grin sharp and mean and full of teeth. Erlang snorts as well, his posture changing from relaxed to business within moments when he picks up how tense Wukong currently is. You could feel the muscles of your monkey’s back flexing under his shirt, but his body language was still calm as he observed his cigar. His hand was still rubbing soothing circles against the small of your back.
“How much?” The Monkey King asked.
“Uh-” Bull King shrugged, rolling his eyes skyward as he thought. “Think 500 even? You wanna buy him?”
“Something like that.” Wukong muttered.
“Of course brother, I've got plenty more-” Demon Bull King barely spoke the words before Wukong moved, his arm leaving you with lightning speed towards the leopard.
The cat couldn't even choke out a gurgle to plead for his life before Wukong's clawed hand was gripping tight around his throat and squeezing. The leopard’s mouth opened in a silent cry, eyes wide and panicked as his feet left the ground. The pressure of Wukong's hand around his windpipe grew worse and he kicked his feet and tail desperately for any kind of way to ease the burning in his lungs. Wukong was scowling now, upper lip curled and revealing the massive canines hidden beneath. With no hesitation he brought his lit cigar up towards the leopard's mouth.
“What should I do with you, hmm?” He purred. A shiver raced down your spine at the tone of his voice - something dangerous and cruel coming to the surface as he glared. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to squirm too obviously as heat pools in your lower belly. You feel the length of Wukong's tail side up the length of your legs and wrap around the curve of your ass, keeping you close to his side and not at all helping with the warmth gathering in your core.
Wukong brought the cigar closer to the yaoguai’s face and you prepared to watch as he put the burning filter out on the idiot cat’s cheek. Instead, your mouth dropped open in shock as Wukong instead dropped the whole cigar into the gasping mouth of the leopard, using his now empty hand to force the mobster’s mouth closed. The thrashing grew wilder and more uncoordinated, a high pitched whine of agony leaving the leopard's chest as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Wukong didn't flinch, not even when the cat managed to land a hard kick to his shin.
“You lay your eyes on my mate, try to steal her from me, insult her and her honor, and then try to brush it off like it's no big deal.” Wukong hisses, dragging the flailing mess of a yaoguai closer to his gritted teeth. The leopard is sobbing against the hand covering his muzzle, fat tears streaming down his face in rivers as smoke puffs out his nose at a rapid, uneven pace. He watches Wukong's teeth as they move closer, as if to bite into the fur of his jugular and tear him to pieces. The Monkey King does no such thing, simply tossing the thug to the ground with a growl.
The leopard hits the hardwood with a dull ‘thud’ and immediately starts to hack and cough, spitting out a drool-covered cigar and wet ash that stains the fur of his muzzle grey. He heaves for breath as henchmen surround him. One of the stronger enforcers stomps his foot on the leopard’s back, squishing any breath he may have managed to scramble into his lungs in an instant.
“What do you want done to him, Great Sage?” He asks. Wukong thinks for a moment, pulling his lighter from his pocket and fiddling with it, switching the flame on and off as he thinks.
“Get him some place comfortable for now. I’ll visit him later.” The henchmen do as he says, dragging the whimpering mess on the floor out the door without hesitation. Wukong waves a hand at another goon, who rushes up to Demon Bull King with the previously mentioned cost for the leopard. Bull King snorts in amusement, taking the offered cash without complaint and going back to enjoying his scotch while chatting away with Erlang.
You stand stock still behind your husband’s back, shocked by how fast everything changed and trying to process what you just saw. Wukong turns to you, red eyes staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. His thumb still fiddles with his lighter, the repeated glow of the flame coming on and turning off making him look more demonic than usual. Your nerves are still frayed, and all you want to do is collapse in his arms and kiss him, beg for forgiveness for not doing what you were supposed to do-
“Come on, sweet peach.” His arm wraps tight around your waist, his thumb stroking the curve of your tummy as he pulls you into his firm side. The smell of his cologne and musk wash over you, making you shudder in relief as you bury your nose against him. Your own arms wrap tight around his waistline, gripping onto the material of his dress shirt as you walk out of the meeting room.
The walk through the hallways is quiet and tense. Wukong looks straight ahead as you move, taking each turn that leads straight to your shared bedroom. You try to calm yourself as you walk, letting the peace and comforting presence of your husband chase away the lingering anxiety you felt back in the meeting room. Before long you find yourself standing in front of your bedroom door and Wukong ushers you inside with a gentle push of his hand against the small of your back.
Your arms wrap around yourself in an effort of comfort as the door clicks shut behind you. You turn to look at Wukong, opening your mouth to apologize again only for him to hold a hand up to silence you.
“Strip.” Is all he says. You’re a good girl, so you listen.
You take your layers off one by one, shivering not from the chill of the room but from the heated red eyes watching your every move. Your nipples harden and your core heats up despite the lingering anxiety of disappointing him taking root in your heart. Your arms go back to how you had them before, hugging yourself and pushing your tits close together as you give your husband the most apologetic look you can muster.
“I-I am sorry, daddy. I really didn’t mean to-...to ruin things-” You start, only pausing briefly as Wukong uses a finger to beckon you closer to him. Without hesitation you step up to him and his warm hands grip yours and bring them up to the buttons of his shirt. Catching on to what he wants, you begin to undress him, trailing your fingers delicately over every inch of fur and skin revealed to you. The intimacy of the moment has your breath stuttering in your chest and you can feel your slick dripping from your cunt and onto your inner thighs as you work. Wukong’s own hands settle back onto your waist, thumbs stroking the soft curve of your belly to your hips, his eyes watching your every move with an intensity that’s almost too much. You slip your fingers into the waistband of his slacks and work them off, happy to see he went commando today.
The hard length of his cock is completely unsheathed and presses against the curve of your mound and the softness of your belly. Thin trails of precum bead at the head and smear against your skin, you can feel it throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
You don’t know if you should bend over and beg him to fuck you sensless or get on your knees and plead for his forgiveness.
Your anxiety must show because his hands are suddenly both cupping your face, his thumbs stroking over the ridge of your cheekbone as he angles your head to look up at him.
“Now, listen to daddy, baby girl. You-” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight against him. The warmth of his chest bleeds into you, soothing your frazzled emotions. “did nothing wrong today. You were sweet and thoughtful for wanting to get lunch with me, and you were very polite before that needle dick tried to-” He snarled and glared off to the side before taking a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The anxiety ebbed away, your heart feeling lighter as he reassured you.
“S-so…you’re not mad at me?” Wukong chuckled at your words, the force of it shaking his chest under your hands. You bit your bottom lip, your hips wiggling in eager anticipation at the sound, your cunt twitching.
“No, sweet peach, no. I was actually thinking…you looked so upset by everything, it’s my job to make sure you’re happy and well taken care of…” Wukong threaded one clawed hand through your hair, gripping the strands and pulling till your throat was angled like an offering before him. You moaned softly at the action, eyes fluttering closed in bliss. He brought his lips down to the juncture of your throat, giving a teasing nip to the skin with incredibly sharp canines. You bucked your hips against his in desperation at the feeling. The previous bite mark he left was still fresh on your skin, along with the numerous purple hickeys he left. You wanted him to sink his teeth back into your shoulder and break the skin again, to make you cry his name as he marked you for the world to see as his.
“I’m going to take care of you, sweet girl.” He growled into your ear. He nipped at your earlobe, making you hiss at the sting before pulling away from you. You whimpered in protest, hands sliding away from his soft fur as he made himself comfortable on your bed. He lounged back against your shared pillows on full display, his cock thick and engorged where it leaked over his tummy.
“Well come on. Don’t keep daddy waiting~” He purred. You shuddered, feeling weak in the knees as you eagerly climbed up to join him. You wanted that cock inside you, forcing you open and making you see stars as he used you-!
“Nuh-uh, what are you doing peaches?” He interrupted you as you settled on top of him, thighs locked around his hips and your pussy hovering over his dick. You raised a confused eyebrow at him even as you rocked your slick pussy against his length.
“I-I thought…” You trailed off, unsure what else it is he could have meant. Wukong chuckles, his claws settling onto the curve of your ass and pulling you upwards, away from his hips and towards-
His face.
You stutter, gripping his shoulders and digging your knees into the mattress below to stop him from pulling you further up. He was strong enough that he could do it regardless, but he pauses for you anyways.
“You-you want-? I don’t think-” You try to protest despite the fond exasperation on his features. “What if I hurt you somehow? Or I’m too heavy-?” Wukong barks out a laugh at that, sharp canines on display.
“Sweetheart, you know what I’m capable of. I’ve carried mountains without issue! And if, somehow, you were magically able to hurt me I would brag about it for the rest of eternity.” He brought a hand up to gesture at his face, putting on a voice that had you giggling into your hands. “‘Oh, what? This? Yeah I ate my mate’s juicy cunt so good she bruised my neck while cumming.’ Come on, don’t be silly.” His hand moved to the meat of your ass and gave it a harsh slap, your hips jumping at the force. You squealed at the sting of his palm and moved forward, his arms sneaking their way under your knees to pull them above his broad shoulders.
Your hips hovered above his muzzle as you peered down at him, still unsure. Wukong’s red eyes were focused completely on your mound and the slick coating the skin of your thighs. He licked his lips, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as drool coated his fangs. The heat in his gaze made you shudder, your nipples hardening as pure want coursed through you.
“O-...okay daddy…” You whimpered.
“Good girl. Now take a seat on your throne.” He purred the cheesy line at you as you grabbed onto the headboard for stability as you lowered yourself closer. An amused snort barely makes it out of you before his hands are suddenly gripping your waist tight, yanking you the rest of the way down and onto his eager mouth.
You cry out, back arching as heat envelopes your sensitive pussy. He wastes no time letting you adjust, Wuong’s tongue already bullying its way between your lips and lapping at your slick with the intensity of a man starved. He sighs under you, his whole body going lax as his hot breath leaves his nose in a harsh exhale against your mound, eyes fluttering closed as he savors your taste. You can only sit there and take it, moaning your approval as the thick muscle of his tongue pushes against your clit before going back down to lap against your hole. One of your hands grips the headboard till the wood creaks under your fingers as you ride his face properly. Your other hand tangles in his thick mane of hair, tugging at the strands while you grind your pussy against his mouth.
He groans low in his chest at the feeling, letting you take your pleasure from him. You let your head fall back as bliss consumes you, getting lost in the feeling of his hot mouth working wonders against your dripping hole. His tongue is thick and hot, pressing against your engorged clit before he suckles the nub hard enough to make your knees shake where they sit around his head, and then moves back down to stretch your gummy walls with his tongue.
“F-fuck, daddy-! Feels so good…so good, oh my g-od-!” You whimper. Wukong groans against your pussy again, and a wet sound echoes from behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see his free hand gripping his cock, squeezing up and down in time with his tongue as it fucks your needy hole. Precum dribbles in a steady stream down his pink length and coats his hand, the sight of his slick making your cunt clench down hard on his thrusting tongue. You need him, you need him inside you-need to taste-
You squirm and buck your hips desperately, trying to get his arm wrapped around your waist to relax just enough for you to reposition.
“Daddy, daddy please let me-I want to turn around-” You plead. He pulls his mouth off your swollen cunt with a desperate gasp, licking his chops as his chest heaves under you.
“...You want to turn around?” He pants, giving you a questioning look. He takes a moment to nip and suckle at the skin of your thigh as you try to catch your breath.
“I want your cock, please daddy-...please, I want to choke on it-” You stare longingly over your shoulder where his hand is still playing with the head of his dick, thumb rubbing over the weeping head. That should be your hand, your tongue lapping up all that musky smelling pre and swallowing him down till you choke.
He chuckles underneath you, a cheeky sound that makes your heart squeeze inside your chest.
“Well, whatever my peaches wants~” He removes the arm locked around your waist, gripping your hips with both hands to help flip you around. You shuffle and try to keep your legs from hitting him in the face, settling back down with your plush tummy pressing against the length of his chest as you lay across him. Hard muscle is unyielding to your weight, your tits pressing together on top of his waistline as you move your face closer to his cock. His fur tickles your nipples, his hands find their way to the meat of your ass, and his hot and heavy cock is pressed right against your face. You coo at it, nuzzling your cheek against its heat as precum smears across your skin.
The heat of Wukong’s mouth returns to your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your puffy lips and making your hips buck uselessly against him. Pleasure coils in your tummy and you moan, sticking your tongue out to kitten lick the thick cock before you. Salty pre floods your mouth and Wukong’s musk fills your nose, heady and addicting. You trail your tongue downwards, stopping to suckle at a particularly thick vein pulsing with your daddy’s heartbeat, and reach the folds of his sheathe. Wukong’s tongue is pressing hard against your spasming hole, so you decide to return the favor. You press your own tongue into the sensitive skin of his sheathe, lapping at the base of his cock hidden underneath with wide strokes of your tongue, savoring the salty taste of his sweat that's gathered there.
A rumbling groan leaves him from under you, his own mouth working fervently in response to your touch. You kiss and lick your way back up, drooling openly and lapping at his sensitive pink head before sealing your lips around him. His hips buck up and push him further into your mouth, and he presses a sweet kiss against your clit in apology.
You hum in the back of your throat, unbothered, and swirl your tongue over the leaking slit. You relax your jaw as much as you can, taking a deep breath in through your nose as you push yourself further down his cock, until you can feel the head nudging the back of your throat. So much is still left in your hands, his heavy balls sitting full right below you.
You focus on using one hand to squeeze the part of his cock your mouth can’t reach, letting the weight of him sit fully on your tongue and dribble precum down your throat. Your other hand makes its way to his sack, massaging and playing with his balls as they twitch against your palm. You bob your head slowly, trying to match the rhythm of his tongue as he wiggles it inside you. It's so hard to focus when the heat coiling in your belly winds up tighter, your cunt fluttering and leaking over his face. Wukong indulges in your taste, the lewd sound of his tongue lapping at your twitching hole filling the room.
And then his fingers dig into the meat of your ass cheeks, spreading them open to get a view of your asshole, twitching in time with your oversensitive cunt. Your cheeks burn knowing that he's watching, but you don't stop, keeping his fat cock shoved as far down your throat as you can handle. A thick vein pulses in time with his heartbeat against your tongue. He pulls his mouth away with a shuddering gasp, his hot breath puffing against your heated skin.
“Gonna eat this tasty ass out, so you just be a good girl and take it, okay?” You don't even have a chance to respond before his thick tongue is wriggling against your hole, the tight ring of muscle clenching down hard. You keen at the feeling, your hips stuttering and your hands moving to grip at the fur of his thighs. You pull off his cock to moan, the heavy weight of it leaking against your cheek as you're forced to accept his touch. You can feel his tongue, wet and thick as it presses against soft gummy walls of your ass, your pussy clenching on nothing as he plays with you how he wants. It's overwhelming, being stretched in such a new way.
You had talked about anal in the past but hadn’t found the right time to actually experiment with anything. The foreign feeling of his tongue takes a moment to adjust too, but within moments you find yourself pushing your ass back against his mouth, moaning your approval with your face pressed against his length.
“F—fuck thats…nggh, it feels good daddy-” He gives an approving hum from below as one of his hands lets go of your ass. His fingers trail delicately over the puffy lips of your pussy before sinking in knuckle deep with ease. His fingers curl and press against the sensitive spongy spot inside and the coiled heat gathering in your tummy tightens. You’re babbling now, repeating his name like a mantra as the coil finally snaps and you cum. Your cunt gushes over his hand and face, his tongue pulling out of your ass to lap from your clit all the way back up, groaning at the taste of your slick. Your hips buck uselessly against his hold, your legs squeezing tight around him as you rock back and forth.
When you finally catch your breath again his hands are roaming the expanse of your hips and lower back, rubbing soothing circles into the muscle as his mouth suckles away at your oversensitive lips. You whimper and wiggle at his touch, oversensitive to the point of discomfort.
“Ss-too much…” You moan, aftershocks still tearing through you and making your limbs shake. Wukong simply chuckles underneath you, and within moments you find yourself flipped over on your back, pillows beneath you. You look up at the towering frame of your husband as he looms over you, his thick mane of hair falling over his shoulders and around you like a curtain. With weak hands you reach up and tangle your fingers in it, pulling him close and kissing him. You can taste yourself on his tongue, his breath is hot against your lips. His hands roam from your hips and over the soft curve of your tummy and waist, finally cupping your tits where they’re sandwiched between the two of you. His fingers sink into the softness of your body, indulging in the squish and smirking into your kiss at the whimpers you give.
When he pinches your hardened nipples you squeal, breaking the kiss to throw your head back against the mound of pillows beneath you and bucking your hips up and into his. Despite its exhaustion your body responds to his touch, heat already building back up in your core.
“Wukong…pl-please daddy, fuck me, I-...I want it so bad-” You plead, staring up and into his molten eyes. They glow softly in the dim light of your bedroom, and the eerie glow sends shivers racing down your spine. He presses another kiss to your lips, one hand leaving your chest and trailing down to your mound. He grips his cock and drags it through your puffy cunt, smearing slick and precum as his head pushes against your hole.
“Fuck, alright peaches, alright…Let daddy take care of you, gonna fuck this slutty pussy till you’re screaming-” He pants, his breath puffing like steam from his muzzle. He licks his chops and presses inside, his cock stretching you open and making your thighs shake where you have them squeezed around his hips. His tail circles around the length of your calf, another way to ground himself to you.
“Sh-shit…slides in with ease, huh baby? Such a good slut for me, always so eager…your cute little cunt knows who owns it, huh?” He hisses, grunting at the tight squeeze his words cause. You whimper and gasp, tugging desperately at his hair as your body tries to adjust to the thick cock bullying its way inside you. Your back arches and presses your tits against the soft fur and heated skin of his chest, his arms immediately moving to circle under you and hold you close to him while his hips rock against yours.
It’s slow and tender, the way he starts. His hips give shallow, deep thrusts against you as he huffs in your ear, his lips pressing kiss after kiss to the juncture of your neck. The closeness has your clit grinding against your waist with each thrust, the fur there tickling your sensitive skin even as it's coated in your own slick. He holds you like he can’t bear to let you go, as if you’ll disappear the moment he separates from you. You grip him tighter and press a kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering against it as the head of his cock kisses the entrance to your womb repeatedly.
“I won’t leave…never, I’ll never leave you Wukong. I l-love yo-u…!” Your voice sounds ruined when you speak, and it has him groaning low in his gut as his thrusts turn sloppy, his rhythm lost as he loses himself. You keen and wrap your legs tight around his hips to keep him snuggled deep inside you, biting the muscle of his shoulder as the heat inside you coils tighter and together once more.
“L…love you-...too-” He moans brokenly, and it’s enough. You cum once more, squeezing his thick cock where it’s buried inside you. He follows after you, a broken sound leaving him as he shudders over you, warm viscous ropes of cum pouring into your slick cunt and squirting back out when the pressure becomes too much. You can feel it filling you up, flooding your womb and leaving you feeling full and satiated as your whole body trembles with aftershocks. You hold Wukong close to you as his arms finally give out, letting his weight settle on top of you. You pant together and bask in your shared bliss, his cock still giving the occasional twitch as more cum leaks out from him and into your already stuffed pussy.
You bring a shaking hand up and play with his long hair, twirling the strands between your fingers as you remember what it feels like to be human again.
“Th-thank you…” You manage to squeak despite the exhaustion you feel. Wukong shifts above you, pulling his face from where it was buried between your tits to look up at you.
“...Hmm?” He grunts. You give a tired snicker, delighted by the dazed look on his face.
“Thank you for taking care of me like you do. You always come in to save me when I need it.” You mumble. You try not to think of the discomfort you felt earlier with the leopard, wanting to keep the peace of the moment for just a little longer. Wukong smiles and presses a kiss to the area right above your heart.
“Course. Anything for my sweet peach.”