Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
I believe I have properly poked the beast…and I couldn’t wait for him to take me.
Damien’s POV
I couldn’t take my eyes off of them, they were large and perky, the areola a dark rose. Her nipples hard and begging for attention.
When I had chuckled at her expression upon seeing me without a shirt. Her look had stroked my ego, my laugh had made her gaze narrow. Then that challenging smirk on her face as she tossed her bra, greeting me with this magnificent sight.
I couldn’t hold back the growl I let out, anymore than I could resist putting my mouth on her nipple, and try to swallow as much of her breast as possible, into my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple, biting down a bit.
She cried out and arched her breast higher up into my mouth, her hips bucking and grinding against my cock. My jeans have become extremely tight and uncomfortable. If I didn’t get them off, I’d probably wind up with a permanent imprint of my zipper along my cock.
I reach between us, undo my button and zipper, letting my cock spring out. I was so hard it was almost purple, the tip leaking. I hadn’t bothered with my boxers when I got dressed after my last shower earlier. And at the moment, I was glad.
I undo her button and fly, then I switch breasts, sucking that one in and making her cry out again, as I stand her up long enough to get her shorts and panties off. Then I pull her back onto my lap.
Her core was now grinding against my cock, so hot it almost burned me, so wet she was slicking me up. It felt so good, but she was a virgin, and I would make her come first, before taking her.
I was not small, I was rather large, and that was not ego talking, just an awareness that I could seriously hurt her. And that’s the last thing I want to do while making love to my mate for the first time.
Standing up with her in my arms I turn around, laying her upper half on the bed. Kneeling down on the floor, her legs over my shoulders, her luscious bottom in my hands, I breath in her scent.
That hot caramel and cinnamon apple scent. It was stronger here, intoxicating. I gave her one long lick up her slit, and she cries out as I moan in pleasure at her sweet, hot caramel, cinnamon apple pie taste. So sweet, I needed more.
I started to suck on her clit, her hips bucked and she cried out. Her moan long and drawn out as I stick one finger slowly in to her hot, wet core. Her hips buck again, urging me on as I alternate licking and sucking her clit, sliding my finger in and out of her core.
When I added a second finger she cried out and put her hands in my hair, pulling, making me growl at the shiver it sent down my spine to my leaking cock, making my balls jerk.
As I added a third finger, opening her more, her cries and moans got more wild, her breath coming in pants. I felt it build, the walls of her core fluttering, then pulsing, her walls becoming even slicker.
Then her whole body bows and shakes, she screams my name as her orgasm rips through her. I don’t wait, I jump up onto my feet and I thrust inside, her slick, hot walls as she continues to pulse with her orgasm. The pain of her hymen breaking lost as her body shook in pleasure.
I start pumping, thrusting in and out. Her core so scorching hot and tight around me. It felt so good, she came again, almost immediately. I had to concentrate, to hold back my own release as she came, her fluids poring over me in a hot rush.
I thrust harder, faster, working her up again, her cries and moans combining with my moans and growls. Finally, when we’re at the precipice together, I lean over, and with my fangs out, I bite down into her spot as her fangs sink into mine.
The explosion roared through me, her walls clamp down so hard and tight, milking me, jets and jets of come came out, splashing her walls, filling her up. I can feel her scream against my neck, where her fangs were buried, as she comes repeatedly from the pleasure. 2
My own roar lost in her neck, then I feel a pull that sends another shock down my spine, into my balls, making me come impossibly more, another pull at my neck, another jet. Till finally she lets go, finished.
I feel the bonds slam into place. We are now bound three fold, spirit, blood, and soul. Goddess it felt so good, I love her so much.
Stumbling back a bit, I manage to get her legs onto the bed, her eyes are fluttering. She’s exhausted. 2
I stumble into the bathroom, my legs weak at the moment, from the best sex of my life. I cleaned myself off with a wash cloth real quick. Grabbing another and wetting it with warm water, I go back out to Alora.
She barely stirs as I clean her, once done I take the cloth back into the bathroom and toss it in the dirty laundry basket. I go back into the room, I pick Alora up in my arms and move aside the blankets and sheet, putting Alora in the bed.
I climb in next to her, pulling the cover over us. Lying on my back, I pull her into my side, her head on my shoulder. She puts her arm across my chest and a leg over my thigh, squishing her breasts into my side. Cuddling close, my arm wrapped around her waist clutching her tightly to me.
I place a kiss on her forehead, then take another deep breath, drawing her scent into my lungs. As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think, this is how I wanted to go to sleep for the rest of my life.
Alora’s POV
The sounds of birds happily chirping away woke me. The smell of spring blowing in through the open balcony door. I’m so comfortable I don’t want to move. It takes a moment for me to realize why I was so warm and cozy. His breathing up and down as he slept was lulling. My cheek was pressed against his shoulder, one of my arms on his chest. A leg over his thigh. I contemplated just staying put, but I wanted to look at him.
So I sit up, the arm he had around my waist falling away from me. His hand was on top of the one I had on his chest. He had been holding me to him in his sleep. Staring down at him, the light from the balcony doorway spilling across the floor to the bed, casting his lower half in light, his upper half still shaded from the early morning light. As I watch him sleep, I start to compose, a song from my heart. After a moment, I start to sing it softly.
Here I sit, watching you sleep
Your face relaxed, so soft and sweet
Free of tension, that had you beat
My heart swells, so full it’s bursting
My love for you, sings in my body