“That’s my girl. I can’t wait for my cock to breach this tight hole of yours, and to truly make you mine.” Henry growled the words out, his wolf very much in the driving seat right now, and Joanne screwed her eyes shut and shook her head from side to side as she struggled to draw air into her lungs. Seeing her utterly caught up in sexual abandonment was beautiful to witness.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, little red, and we’ve barely started this scene. I want you to keep on coming for me, do you hear?” He bit the inside of her thigh to get her attention, while he slipped a third finger into her ass, and Joanne’s eyes flew open, and her passion filled gaze clashed with his.
“I said, did you hear your Sir, girl? Answer me.”
Her eyes glazed over when he started fucking her butt with his fingers, and he almost didn’t catch her whispered reply.
“Yes, Sir, please…Oh good, please…don’t stop. I’m going to come…Ohh.”
Henry smiled, and withdrew his fingers while she was caught up in another forceful release. Not wasting any time, he grabbed the rounded piece of smooth wood, he’d fashioned for the purpose of stretching her, and covered it liberally in olive oil. He grinned to himself as he lined up the smooth tip with her clenching anus and pushed against it. The olive oil was commonly used for earache and he highly doubted the chemist had this application in mind, when he’d purchased the tiny bottle.
Joanne groaned and tried to move away from the relentless pressure he knew she must be feeling against her virgin hole, but he kept a firm hold on the underside of her butt, and murmured endearments to her. When her muscles rounded around the biggest part of his stretching device, she surprised him by coming again. The gush of her juices accompanying that release, slid between her butt cheeks, coating his hand and the wood, and the rest of his plug slid in with ease.
A deep groan came from his little witch when the plug was properly seated, and Henry swallowed hard to get his dry mouth to work.
“Holy fuck, baby, if you could see what I can see. Your tight little hole is stretched around my toy, and you’re fucking drenched. Tell me, you want my cock to take the place of that toy, to stretch you and pound into your ass while I sink my teeth into your neck, and make you mine. Tell me, now.”
His voice came out distorted, already more animal than human, as his wolf fought him for supremacy. This close to his goal the animal wanted to finish the job, to pump his mate full of his seed, while he marked her permanently and cemented this bond between them.
Henry’s skin felt too tight for his frame and he unsnapped his jeans and yanked them off his legs. His erection sprang free and he fisted himself slowly to gain some relief while he took in the sight of his mate.
“God, yes, please… anything I’m yours.” Joanne’s pained whisper of reply made his balls draw up tight to his body, and more of his pre-cum escaped from the tip of his dick, and aided the up and downward slide of his hand on his tight flesh.
Fuck, he could so easily jerk off and pump his cum all over her pale body, but he wanted, needed to come in her ass this time, and there was still one thing to do first.
Chapter Thirteen
Joanne was in heaven, or was it hell, she really couldn’t put a name to it anymore. With her hands tied, and the relentless pinch on her sore nipples that sent darts of pleasure-filled pain down to her clit every time she moved, she was caught in a place where pain and pleasure all seemed to morph into one.
Not unlike the floaty feeling she had experienced one time when she had found Kristin’s stash of sloe gin and had drank it like lemonade, Joanne seemed to not be in her body anymore. With every sensation heightened, Henry’s deep voice was the only anchor in this strange world she found herself in. She wriggled her butt, and whatever thing Henry had shoved up there moved slightly. Shocking waves of pleasure shot through her as hitherto unused nerve endings sprang to life. God, that felt way too good. Joanne felt so full, yet she yearned for more, for something just hovering out of her reach.
The coldness between her legs brought her out of her happy place a bit, and she forced open her heavy eyelids and raised her head to see what he was doing now. Henry grinned at her and showed her his shaving brush all lathered up. The first gentle brush against her pussy had her close her eyes again.
“That’s my girl. Keep them closed or I will have to blindfold you. Just let yourself feel. You’re so swollen down here, baby, so wet and eager. I can’t wait to see this without all the hair in my way.”
Joanne lost the ability to speak, as he continued to use the brush over her vulva, against her labia, over her perineum and all the way up to her anus. Surely she didn’t have any hair back there? It was too mortifying to think about, not that she could do anything about it anyway. He hadn’t tied her legs, like she had been half expecting he would do, but she found herself unable to move anyway. Her limbs did not want to seem to follow any of the commands of her brain, and that organ was just mush. Too caught up in her sensation overload, Joanne simply gave herself over to the deliciously wicked things Henry was introducing her to.
All too soon he stopped the movements with the brush, and Joanne moaned her disappointment.
Henry’s somewhat strained laugh told her how much he, too, was affected by his. His breathing sped up as something cold touched the inside of her leg, and she flinched.
“Don’t move now, little red. I’ve got my razor in my hand.”
Fear coursed through her veins at the scraping sensation across her inner thigh, so close to the most sensitive part of her, and she didn’t dare breathe, when he scraped along her vulva and then lower.
“That’s my girl, but remember to breathe. I won’t cut you, I promise. There you are, all pink and hair free. Almost done, sweetheart.”
Breath coming in shallow gasps, Joanne could do nothing but absorb the erotic sensations, as she felt him part her inner lips and the cool blade slid against her flesh. Every stroke left heated tingles in its wake, and her clit clenched in need, until she was once again hovering on the brink of another release. How was it possible to have come so many times already, and crave yet more? By the time Henry had run the blade right up her anus and back, Joanne was ready to scream.
“All done, let me wash this off, and then, my sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you so hard.
There was a clink of something hitting glass, the cooling sensation of a wash cloth being laid over her pussy and then the bed dipped again. Joanne held her breath as she felt the thick, satiny soft skin of Henry’s dick slide through her sodden folds, and then he kissed her.
The pressure in her pussy became unbearable as Henry pushed slowly into her channel. Joanne yanked on her restraints, and whimpered into the kiss, as he inched in a bit, withdrew and then inched in a bit deeper with every slow and measured thrust.
He broke the kiss and ran his elongated canines along her neck, his breathing as harsh and uncoordinated as her own.
“Fuck, yes. You’re so tight around my dick, baby. So fucking tight. Relax, let me in. You can do this, sweetheart. Look at me.”
The edge of absolute command in his strained words meant she obeyed immediately and she gasped when she looked into the eyes of his wolf. Right now he looked more animal than human, his beast rippling under his skin, and her heart beat even faster. She ought to be terrified, but as his intoxicating scent increased, and pulled her further under his spell, a sense of rightness settled over her.
Henry smiled, showing a set of razor sharp teeth, and when he bent his head to bite down on the string between the pegs still clamped to her breasts, everything stilled. He yanked on the piece of cord and pain exploded in her nipples and shot in white hot darts of pure need straight down to her clit. A gush of her feminine arousal followed, and Henry slid fully into her cunt. With both holes filled and her Henry looming over her, Joanne could scarcely breathe, as the waves of arousal pulled her under, and then he began to move.
Face contorted as though in pain he pumped his hi
ps slowly in and out of her. One hand buried in her hair, the other clamped on her hip, he increased his pace slowly, and Joanne panted her need as every stroke sent her nerve endings into spasms of delight. His thick dick rubbed her clit on every stroke and Joanne climbed the dizzying heights of her impending orgasm at lightning speed. She hovered on the edge, gaze locked with his, and she whimpered and bucked against him, as her body took over. Only then did Henry let go, and he fucked in an out of her with enough force to shake the bed. The wet sounds of their frantic coupling filled the air around them, and the force of her orgasm hit her with the full speed of an out-of-control mustang.
“Yes, fly for me baby, come on.”
Joanne couldn’t keep her eyes open as her orgasm pulled her under and Henry moved faster still. He flung one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts, while he yanked out the plug in her ass. The action kept her orgasm rolling, as ripples of need shook her body.
Before she knew what was happening, Henry withdrew. Her arms came free, and he flung her face down on the bed. One of his beefy arms came round her waist to yank her butt up, and then the pressure in her ass was back. Only so much heavier than before. Joanne moaned and screamed and pushed against him, anything to stop the burning pain of his entry. By the time he was finally seated in her ass, and his balls hit her clit, another orgasm ripped through her, and Henry swore. Pain gave way to pleasure so intense that Joanne could hardly breathe.
“I’m fucking you right in the ass, baby. You’re mine, no one else’s but mine.”
The growled words delivered among bites along her back, sent shivers along her skin, and she murmured her assent.
It seemed to have been what Henry was waiting for, because with a howl to shake the very foundations of her little cottage, he pulled almost all the way out her butt, and then pushed back in again. His cock lengthened and thickened, and the first spurts of his hot semen bathed her insides, and Henry stilled.
“Mine.”
He sank his teeth into the fleshy part of her shoulder where it met her neck, and Joanne screamed in pain, and pleasure so intense that her vision dimmed. Henry grunted his release into her ear, and started to suck. The action made her orgasm burn ever hotter, as she convulsed under him, and their very life essences combined to become one. She could have sworn the earth moved under them, as she felt every one of his emotions. The strength of his love surrounded her, and bursting into tears, she gave herself over to the forces pulling them together and making them one. Henry collapsed on top of her, still knotted in her ass, and he rolled them slightly so that he didn’t squash her.
She couldn’t understand a word he was saying to her, too caught up in the tremors of a seemingly never ending orgasm to hear anything over the rushing in her ears, but she felt their connection with such a breathtaking intensity, that the world went black.
* * * *
Henry pulled his precious bundle closer into his arms, and inhaled deeply. Still knotted deep inside the claps of her ass, he could do nothing but hold her for now. It was clear from her even breathing that his little red had either passed out or fallen asleep. Not entirely surprising considering the intense scene they had just had or the sheer force of their mating. Exhaustion pulled on him, too, and while he could have easily fallen asleep enclosed in her body as he was, her arms were still tied, and he had to remove the pegs. He’d sliced through the rope binding her arms to the bed earlier when he’d flipped her over, but that still left the harness across her arms. With careful movements of his sharp claws he cut that rope, too, away, and his wolf howled in satisfaction at seeing the marks left behind on her skin. They would take some time to fade and it would be interesting to see her reaction to them when she woke up.
Henry had a feeling she was going to love them. He had pushed her hard for her first proper scene, and she had proven a complete natural. Her trust in him humbling and arousing in equal measures. Having freed her arms, he carefully unclipped the pegs from her nipples. A whimper of pain escaped her, and Henry gently rolled the abused flesh between his fingertips. Poor darling would be sore in the morning, but it had been so fucking hot to see her reactions.
Her breathing evened out, and with no hope of his knot giving way any time soon, Henry pulled the blanket at the end of the bed over them both and allowed his eyes to close.
* * * *
Joanne woke up with a start as the sound of her cockerel crowing in the morning. She had to go out there and feed her chickens. With all of last night’s shenanigans she’d completely forgotten about their evening meal. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to mind too much. They were all nice, fat, and plump, and maybe she would get Henry to kill one for her so that she could cook him a decent meal. She was certainly starving this morning, and sore. Joanne winced as she scooted away from Henry. He stirred, but didn’t wake up, not entirely surprising. Joanne lost count how many times he had roused her in the middle of the night to make sweet, passionate love to her. Her eyes filled with tears as she recalled the heart felt words of emotion they’d exchanged and the careful way he’d washed her clean after the last time, sometime in the early hours. He’d even gotten up and retrieved the milk from her doorstep, which the milk man had dropped round at an usually early time, even for him. Joanne had giggled when Henry had brought up a tray filled with her tea pot, two cups and an assortment of her home made biscuits. She’d only sipped her tea, whereas he had drunk two cupfuls, demolished all the shortbread and after having taken her again doggy style, or should that be wolfie style, had fallen asleep.
Yes, no wonder he still slept. Even with his stamina last night had been exhausting .Were she a mere human she wouldn’t be able to move today, let alone walk, but not only was she a witch, and thus healed faster, their mating bond also meant that her libido and her body adjusted to be the perfect match for Henry.
It certainly went a long way to explain, why even now, after the most spectacular sex anyone ever had, she grew wet again just looking at him sleeping. One arm flung over his eyes, he lay stretched out across her bed, the sheet riding low over his slim hips. It did nothing to hide his morning erection and her stomach tightened in need. She wanted nothing more than to lift that sheet, grasp his dick and wrap her mouth around him to wake him up with pleasure, but that damn cockerel crowed again.
Oh heavens above, the blasted thing would wake up Henry at this rate. Carefully sliding out of bed, Joanne gasped when she caught sight of her reflection in the bedroom mirror. Her arms still showed the faint crisscross marks of his rope, her shoulder carried his permanent mark and more bite marks over her back and breasts showed his possession.
It gave her a warm glow inside and she reluctantly covered up with her bathrobe, padded across to the bathroom to take care of her morning needs, and then squinted in the sun, as she opened her back door to go feed those chickens. They seemed unusually agitated even for them and she made soothing noises as she approached their enclosure. Had a fox been about to spook them, perhaps, or maybe Henry’s wolf patrols had gotten a little too close. A familiar scent hit her nostrils, but before she could react to the imminent threat, something heavy and blunt hit the back of her head. Excruciating pain exploded behind her eyes, and she was dimly aware of the furious snarl of a wolf, and the hot sticky feel of her own blood seeping down her neck into the collar of her robe, before the world went black.
Chapter Fourteen
“Boss, wake up. For fuck’s sake what have they done to him?” Olaf’s tense voice slowly penetrated through the slush for brains that clouded his senses, and Henry groaned. He couldn’t move a fucking muscle, nor summon his inner wolf.
“Stop panicking. This is not helping anyone.” The tremor in Rhonda’s normally so cool voice belied her words, and sent prickles of unease down Henry’s spine. His wolf stirred slightly, only to curl into a tighter circle and start snoring. Snoring, for fuck’s sake. Since when did his wolf fucking snore? Something didn’t add up here, and Henry tried to move. He managed
a flick of his little finger. That was all. Damn it, he needed his wolf, he needed…The agonized scream inside his head brought all his senses to full alert. Joanne’s scent still clung to him, no doubt lulling his beast into a false sense of security, but that scream was his little red in pain. He got a flash of a dim dark cave, the stench of decay, and the sneering face of Salasino. The fucker was strutting along, giving Joanne’s lifeless body the odd kick. Henry’s body jumped and pain ran through his hips with every contact of the man’s boots with his mate’s flesh.
Rage roared through his veins, and his wolf came awake with a howl. Henry jumped off the bed, and howled. Half shifted, he knew he must make a terrifying sight and Olaf, Rhonda, and the other wolves in his inner circle of command took a step away from him, as he spun in a full circle, hoping against hope that his vision had been nothing but a nightmare, and that his little red would still be sleeping peacefully in the bed, not lying on the damp earth of some cave god only knew where.
“Where is she?” He growled the words, his wolf ready to tear his own brothers to pieces for having failed to protect his mate.
“I don’t know, Boss. We only came here because some of the Lupines roared right up to our pack house, and—”
“They fucking did what? Where were our sentries? What the fuck is going on?” Henry prowled the small space his claws slicing through the floor boards in his agitation.
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