Felicity's Beast World Apocalypse-Chapter 94: Careful 18+

The rooftop was quiet in a way the road never was.

Up here the wind moved cleanly, sliding across broken brick and tangled rebar without carrying the weight of fur or blood or fear. The city stretched out below them in dark shapes and fractured silhouettes, windows hollow and reflective beneath the rising moon.

Ivan padded to the highest point of the structure and lowered himself slowly.

Felicity slid from his back, her hands lingering in his mane longer than necessary before he shifted.

The change rolled through him like liquid strength, fur retreating, spine straightening, shoulders broadening into their familiar human shape. When he turned to face her, moonlight caught the planes of his chest and the quiet intensity in his eyes.

She was still kneeling where she had landed.

Looking up at him.

The wind tugged lightly at her hair.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

"You carried me all day," she said softly.

"Yes."

"You didn’t have to."

"I did."

Her lips curved faintly. "You’re very stubborn."

"I am very certain."

She tilted her head slightly, studying him in the dim light. "Certain of what?"

He stepped closer.

Not abrupt. Not aggressive.

Deliberate.

"Of you."

Her breath hitched faintly.

He stopped just close enough that the warmth of him wrapped around her without touching.

"I never thought," he said quietly, voice lower now, stripped of its usual composure, "that I would have you like this."

Her fingers curled slightly in the fabric of her dress.

"Like what?" she whispered.

"Safe," he replied. "Alive. On my back. Holding my fur as if it belongs to you."

Her cheeks warmed.

"It does belong to me," she said, soft but certain.

A faint smile ghosted across his mouth.

"Yes," he agreed.

She shifted closer on her knees, hands sliding lightly up his abdomen, testing the tension there. He inhaled slowly as her touch traveled higher, fingers splaying over his chest.

"You like carrying me," she said.

"Yes."

"You like when I hold on."

"Yes."

She leaned in slightly, brushing her lips near his collarbone, not quite touching.

"You like protecting me."

His throat tightened visibly.

"Yes."

Her smile turned softer, less teasing now, more intimate.

"I like when you do."

The wind pressed against them gently, lifting the edge of her dress, stirring his hair.

He reached down slowly, brushing his knuckles along her jaw before cupping her face properly. His thumb traced lightly along her cheekbone.

"You claimed us," he murmured.

Her lashes fluttered.

"I did."

"You do not understand what that means."

"Then tell me."

He swallowed once, controlled but not unaffected.

"It means," he said, voice rougher now, "that I wake every day surprised you are still here."

Her chest tightened.

"I’m not going anywhere."

"I know," he said softly. "And still."

She leaned forward again, pressing a slow kiss to the center of his chest this time, right over his heart.

His breath caught.

"I like surprising you," she whispered against his skin.

His hand slid from her cheek into her hair, fingers threading through gently but possessively.

"You are very dangerous when you are sweet," he said.

She laughed quietly.

"I’m not dangerous."

He looked down at her.

"You have no idea."

Her hands slid lower again, slow and deliberate now, eyes never leaving his face as she tested the reaction in his breathing, in the tension gathering beneath her touch.

His composure strained visibly.

"Felicity," he warned softly.

"What?" she asked innocently.

He exhaled through his nose, a faint rumble under the sound.

"You are teasing me."

"Maybe."

His fingers tightened slightly in her hair, not enough to hurt, just enough to anchor.

"I have wanted you," he said quietly, the admission slipping free without armor, "long before I believed I would ever be allowed to have you."

Her expression softened instantly.

"You were always going to have me," she said.

He shook his head faintly. "I did not assume that."

She leaned closer again, brushing her lips slowly down his chest, feeling the way his breathing changed, the way his control thinned.

"I choose you," she murmured.

His jaw tightened.

"I know."

She tilted her face up toward him again, eyes bright and steady.

"And tonight," she said softly, "I want to make you forget you ever doubted that."

"Careful," he said, voice low and almost unsteady now.

She smiled up at him.

"No."

She reached for him.

Her fingers closed around the thick shaft between his legs, already half-hard and warming fast beneath her touch. Ivan’s hips jerked with the reflex.

She angled her face up, watching his expression as she stroked him, slow and deliberate. He watched her, unblinking, until her tongue flicked out and drew a single line from the base to the swollen crown. She felt the tremor in his body, the way he caught his breath.

Curiosity made her smile against his skin. "You’re even bigger like this," she whispered, pressing a kiss into the heat of him.

He swallowed audibly.

"And wider," she added, wrapping both hands around the root and marveling that she couldn’t close her fingers.

Ivan made a sound more growl than word that vibrated down her spine.

She kissed along the underside, open mouthed, following the faint pulse beneath. When she reached the tip, she paused, catching his gaze and holding it as her lips parted around him.

He was impossibly thick. The first inch forced her jaw wide, her lips strained by the fullness. She let him in, slow, savoring the stretch and the taste, breathing through her nose as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth.

Ivan’s hand found the back of her head, thumb stroking the place where her ear met her scalp, completely gentle. He was trying to be careful, Felicity realized, because it would be so easy for a man like him to lose control.

She pulled back, letting him slip free with a wet sound, and gasped a lungful of air. "Do you want to fuck my mouth?" she asked softly, no innocence in it, only open invitation.

He made a sound again, rough and helpless, and this time when she took him in, she did it faster, driving him to the back of her throat and letting herself gag around the head of his cock. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop she wanted all of him, wanted to prove she could take it.

Ivan’s hips stuttered forward. His hand tightened in her hair, and she felt the way he tried to hold back, to restrain the animal heat gathering deeper and deeper.

She moaned around him, taking him down again and again, each time letting herself choke a little more, each time holding his gaze until she saw the control start to fracture in his eyes. Saliva slicked her lips, dripped down her chin, and she reveled in the filth of it, the sight of him losing himself.

His other hand cupped her face, thumb swiping tears away from her cheek. "Felicity—"

She shivered at the sound of her name, at the way his voice broke toward the end.

She drew off him, gasping, and pressed a kiss to the heavy sac beneath, tonguing at the seam until he swore softly. She licked and sucked and nuzzled, keeping up a quiet stream of praise, voice husky and breathless: "So big... so good... so perfect, Ivan."

He was trembling now, fighting his own nature, every instinct in him screaming to breed, to claim, to fuck her until neither of them remembered the world below. She wanted that, wanted to see him come undone for her.

She bobbed her head faster, working him with her mouth and both hands, feeling the way the veins throbbed and the head grew hotter and heavier on her tongue. The taste of him was sharp, salt and heat and something wild she’d never known before.

She looked up and saw him clenching his jaw, fighting for composure. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Let go," she whispered, pulling off just long enough to meet his gaze. "I want it. I want all of it, Ivan."

He groaned, guttural and low, and then he was holding her head steady, thrusting into her mouth slow at first, then faster, deeper, until he was fucking her throat with desperate, broken rhythm. Felicity relaxed her jaw and let him, let the tears spill and the drool run, loving the way he used her, the way he trusted her to take it.

She reached between his legs, rolling his balls in her hand, and felt them tighten just before his whole body jerked.

He choked out her name and came in hot, thick jets down her throat. She gulped at it, swallowing greedily, drinking every drop as he groaned above her, head tipped back, hips stuttering even after he was empty.

When he finally let her go, his hands gentle and trembling, she collapsed against his thigh, dizzy and breathless and so alive.

Ivan dropped to his knees in front of her, cupping her face in both hands, wiping away the wetness and catching her trembling mouth in a deep, grateful kiss.

He pressed his forehead to hers, panting, the sound raw and animal and so heartbreakingly human.

"You are everything I ever wanted," he whispered.

She smiled, lips swollen, voice hoarse with pride.

"And you taste even better than I imagined, I want more Daddy."