by K. Lyn
As he unbuckled his pants, he let out a monstrous groan as he tossed back his head and arched his back.
"Victoria!" he cried out, his breath leaving him in a hurried "woosh."
While Victoria limped back to her bedroom, she was shocked when she heard Leon call her from within his bedroom. After all, he had been trying so hard to ignore her over the past couple of days. And the way he said her name, too. It was breathless, eager, and passionate. It was the same way Sir William had once called her name, but when Leon said it, she felt pleasure instead of disgust.
Maybe Leon had finally come to his senses and decided that he didn't want her to leave after all.
Victoria turned the knob of Leon's door and entered his room. Seconds ticked past as she digested the sight before her. Leon lay on his bed, his pants about his lower hips and his cock in his hand. His face was ashen, but as Leon spotted her standing at his doorway in the dim lamp light, his face lost all color completely. Victoria was paralyzed like a deer spotting a hunter with his bow. Leon had not called her. Leon had been in the throes of passion while thinking about her.
After a few seconds of stunned silence, Leon swore and clambered off of the bed while buckling his pants. Victoria continued to linger, her heart pounding in her chest, as she contemplated what was going on. Leon. Naked. Alone with her in the room. She could smell his sweat and a different scent that was all his own. It was just Leon. Too intense, musky, and mildly sweet to replicate.
As Victoria's mind spun, Leon stood up silently and stared at her. Suddenly, her brain began to function once more. Why was she still standing there? She had walked in on his private time. Heat filled her face at the thought of what she had just interrupted, and she felt guilty for feeling so much pleasure from seeing Leon's naked body. The truth was, she had never felt pleasure gazing at Sir William.
She whirled around to head to the door, but Leon reached her in three strides before she could turn the knob, and stopped her. Silence fell in the room except for their heavy breathing. Victoria couldn't believe that had happened, couldn't believe she had walked in on Leon while he was…God, she couldn't even finish the thought. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead and then landed on her dress. A gasp left her throat as she gazed into Leon's intense eyes. Say something, she willed, desperate for him to clear the tension in the air.
When Leon didn't say anything, Victoria realized that it was up to her.
"Leon, I'm sorry." She glanced at his cock, which still formed a tent in his pants despite the awkwardness of the situation. "I heard you say my name, and I thought you wanted me." Her face grew hotter, so hot she could have fried an egg upon it. "No, I mean…God, I don't know what I mean. I'm sorry again."
"Don't be." Then Leon glanced down at her lips and licked his own. The breath left Victoria's heaving chest in a harsh gasp.
As Leon gazed down at Victoria and the words, "Don't be", slipped from his mouth, he felt confusion and the urge to punch himself in the face. Yes, he had been imagining Victoria. He had imagined her cherry lips around his cock and then the joy of burying himself inside her. Yes, he wanted Victoria with an unquenchable passion. But that didn't mean he should have her. He hadn't made love to a woman since before he had transformed. There were so many unanswered questions. What if pushing himself into Victoria had made her change into a cursed beast like him? What if he begged her to stay? Yet the burning of his cock would not let him push her from the room. It was even obvious, judging by the way Victoria licked her plump pink lips hungrily, that she wanted him, too.
Before Leon could overcome his confusion and move, Victoria made his choice for him by grabbing him by the collar and forcing her lips against his own. He groaned against her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and then plunged his tongue into her mouth so fast and so forcefully she gasped in shock. As Leon lowered his hand and touched her firm butt cheeks, all thoughts of werewolves left him. Her cheeks were firmer than he had imagined, even after all that time in bed. It was like holding two fat fruits within his hands. The cheeks were soft but still firm.
Underneath Leon's touch, Victoria groaned and massaged his tongue with her own. Victoria was a great kisser, better than he had ever imagined possible. Her tongue wrestled with his own, silk against silk, and her breath was hurried and hungry, just as his own must have been. Victoria whimpered against his lips and he felt her soft breasts press against his own chest. Leon broke away from Victoria's mouth and stared into her lily pad eyes. So long had he waited to touch a woman that he felt as if he was going to break beneath the wonder of it, now that he finally had the chance.
With a groan of want, Leon wrapped his hands around her and then fumbled with the lace of her dress. Even before his werewolf days, he had bedded only two women, and both of them had been quick, urgent, forbidden affairs with just a lifting of skirts in the woods. He did not have much experience with the removal of women's lace and he began to get frustrated. Chuckling against his mouth, Victoria expertly loosened the lace and slipped the top of her dress off of her body, letting the material fall to the ground around her like a brown puddle.
The real Victoria was fully exposed to him now, and she was far more beautiful than even his dreams could replicate. Her breasts were full and fat with chestnut nipples the size of coins which were pointed and aroused. Her waist was thin but not too thin. Unlike some of the starved women in Harlow, Victoria had the body of a woman. She had soft, gorgeous curves and pale skin dusted with a frail layer of freckles which made him want to set out on a mission to kiss each one.
Victoria wore a pair of white undergarments with a band around the waist. The undershorts did not do such a fine woman justice and he wanted to remove them right away. With a groan of want as his cock throbbed and his balls ached, he kissed Victoria roughly, spun her around so that her back was toward the bed, and then he walked her there while kissing her. He did all of that while thrusting his tongue roughly into her mouth.
Once he got Victoria to the bed, he seized her undershorts and pulled them down her legs. Once the band reached Victoria's injury, he carefully eased them over the wound so the garment would not touch it, despite the fact that he was so excited his breath left him in hurried, urgent "wooshes" of excitement. The wound was a wakeup call and a reminder to him that whatever happened tonight, he should be gentle despite the furious passion which filled his heart and body. He peered up over Victoria's legs and gazed into Victoria's bright green and wanting eyes.
"You all right?" Leon grunted huskily as he straightened up.
"Yes." Victoria smiled at him. "Though I would be better if I wasn't the only one completely in the nude."
"We'll get there," Leon panted throatily. "Trust me. We'll get there."
Leon crawled over Victoria on all fours and covered her mouth with his own. Hungrily, he filled her mouth and inserted his tongue again for a moment before pulling away and then kissing the soft, pale crevice of her throat. Carnal hunger filled him as he sucked at her skin and then nuzzled her as she squirmed beneath him. With a groan, Victoria reached around and cupped his ass cheeks in her palms.
After Leon moaned in pleasure, he kissed down her frail shoulders and tasted her sweet skin. He meandered all the way past her collar bone and chest plate until he reached the swell of her beautiful, freckled breasts. He sucked her breasts into his mouth, enjoying the softness of her warm skin against his tongue. After he stopped sucking at her skin, he lathered her left breast with his tongue and then made his way toward the aroused nipple.
With a smirk, Leon drew the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, hard, all while he fondled the other nipple roughly with his hand. Victoria enjoyed the attention, arched her back into his touch, and cried out his name "Leon!" so loudly he was certain those a mile away could hear it. Her cry pleased him, caused his eager cock to want to plunge into her, and he groaned against her nipple.
Leon sat up and stared down at Victoria's nude body – her sweat and saliva dampened chest, her smooth s
kin, and her aroused nipples. After that, he glanced past her curved, soft hips, and stared at the place he wanted most to be. Between Victoria's legs was a triangle of auburn hair that curled in perfect ringlets over her cunt's lips. Some of the curls were already damp from her own juices, and he could tell by the way Victoria squirmed even when he wasn't touching her that she wanted him to bury himself into her.
As he groaned, he placed his hand over her cunt and fingered her damp lips. He played with the cleft at the front, enjoyed hearing her desperate, needy cry, and then continued his trail toward the hot hole in the center. God, she is so wet. So, so wet. While he traced the outline of her hole with his finger, he glanced up and gazed into her lily pad green eyes.
"Leon," Victoria whimpered. "I've never felt like this with anyone. Sir William never made me…Oh…Heavens…"
She arched her back, let out a desperate cry as he traced her, and then was silent. He was glad. The mentioning of the other man who had touched her, the hated Sir William, filled him with jealousy. He wanted to push all thoughts of such a man from her mind, and he knew just how to do it.
By pushing all the way into her.
With one thrust, Victoria felt Leon insert his finger into her hole while he fondled the front of her pussy with his thumb. Every thrust into her body filled her with pleasure, and she cried out loud and desperately, heat and pleasure filling her stomach. She wanted to shut her eyes, the pleasure was so overwhelming, but yet she couldn't tear her eyes away from Leon's hungry face as he gazed into her wet cunt with an intense and hungry expression.
Sir William had never been like this. With him, it had been an in and out affair, over and over again. He would lay her down, force her to spread her legs, and then hover over her. While he was inside her, she always felt tainted, sweaty, and disgusting. Not now. Not even as Leon thrust into her with his fingers as he was fully clothed while she moaned like a desperate animal. She had never imagined that anything could feel like this.
Just as the pleasure became so intense in her sex that she was certain she was going to burst, Leon did something awful – he pulled out of her with a "schlick." Without him pounding into her, Victoria felt empty, desperate, and wanting. How could he pull out just when she was in the throes of ecstasy? As she wiggled her hips from side to side, desperate to have Leon thrusting into her again, she watched him crawl back onto the bed and pull his shirt over his head, revealing his golden skin for the first time.
His chest was defined and toned, as if he spent hours working outside, though she had never seen him do so. His stomach was hard with muscles as well. A chestnut patch of hair led from his lower stomach all the way to the edge of his pants, and Victoria wanted to lather his pelvis with her tongue and then follow the trail all the way down until she reached his eager cock.
With a groan of want, she sat up, ignoring the throbbing of her injured leg, and pushed her palms against his toned chest and then began to kiss his neck, his chest, and then, finally, his abs. Beneath her tongue, Leon's skin was hot and his muscles were toned. She felt her cunt spasm as she licked his flesh and tasted his skin's salty flavor. She kissed down Leon's abs and pelvis until she was balanced right above his pants.
Reaching forward, she undid the ties which bound his pants and pulled them down his hips along with his undergarments. His cock sprung free from the confines of his clothing, erect and eager. His cock was longer than Sir William's, with two larger, fuller balls at the base covered in chestnut curls. Though she had licked a man's cock many times, this was the first time she was eager to do it. She couldn't wait to enjoy Leon's body in a way she had never done before.
With a grin, she wrapped her hands around his base and then balanced over his cock. She took his cock's head in her mouth and enjoyed the salt of his pre-cum upon her tongue before she took all of him in her mouth. Though she had to fight down the urge to gag, she enjoyed the sensation of having Leon inside of her mouth so much that she didn't care. Leon enjoyed it too, because he groaned and gripped at the bedspread with his hands before wriggling his hips.
Victoria massaged his base with one hand, kneaded Leon's soft balls with the other, and moved up and down over his cock. As she ran her tongue over Leon's cock's underside, she breathed in deep as she felt pleasure fill her. While she bobbed her head over Leon's cock, Leon reached forward and grabbed one of her breasts within his hand and fondled the nipple with his thumb. She groaned in response and glanced up from over his cock, all while maintaining a steady rhythm as she enjoyed the taste of his flesh.
When Victoria and Leon locked eyes, Leon let out a hoarse groan and tweaked her nipple again. Sweat had begun to build on his skin and then trickled downward. Victoria licked and sucked at him and then pulled off of him with a "pop," enjoying the lingering flavor of his cock on her tongue. As she grinned in pleasure, she seized his pants, which were bunched around his lower thighs, and pulled them off all the way. Once they were off, she was able to see Leon's body in all its glory and she enjoyed every bit of him, from his muscular chest, his hot shaft glistening with spit, and his muscular legs. As Victoria studied his body, Leon let out a moan and then smirked at her before sitting up again.
As Leon grabbed her shoulders and pushed her so that she was underneath him, she knew what was coming and she eagerly spread her legs so he could fill her. Leon reached down, fondled her cunt's lips with tender fingers, and Victoria shivered in pleasure and lifted her hips off of the bed. Her leg ached and made her wince, but she was willing to take that pain for the pleasure of having Leon inside of her.
"Are you sure this is all right?" Leon asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Of course," Victoria puffed. "My leg is fine. Everything is fine."
With a nod, Leon steadied himself above her and then lowered himself onto her. She loved the pressure of having him on top of her, chest to chest, hip to hip. Victoria could feel every inch of his hot, throbbing cock against her inner thigh and she loved it. As she shuddered and spread her legs, she felt the pull of her body as he pushed his cock's head against her opening, stretching her out and filling her with pleasure as well as his dick.
"All right?" Leon asked again, staring at her with those same intense, hungry eyes.
When she nodded, Leon thrust into her, hard, and sent her sliding upward a few inches. She wrapped her arms around Leon's back and held on. Leon ground into her again and again, filling her up repeatedly, as she embraced the friction of his cock inside of her and whimpered and moaned.
"You're so amazing." Leon buried his head in her hair. "Oh, Victoria."
Those words nearly made her come. She had never heard anything like them from Sir William, and she could tell by the needy tone that Leon meant them. He wanted her. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. The thought made her want to drive him deeper and deeper into her until the two of them became one person instead of two.
With a cry of pleasure, Victoria led her hands down Leon's arching back and wrapped them around his ass cheeks, pushing him deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. Leon groaned against her hair again, increased his intensity, and then stared deeply into her eyes. As Leon rode her, Victoria felt as though she could fall straight into Leon's soul and stay there.
I love you, Leon. She peered into his eyes, longing to say the words. I love you so much.
But when Leon thrust into her several more times with desperate, low breaths, she realized she was too much of a coward to say them. The friction inside of her built and the moment was gone as she lost her head and pleasure filled her stomach as she arched her back, accepting all of Leon inside of her – his body and his soul. She shuddered, tightening her hold on his ass cheeks, and let out a shaky sigh as she relaxed onto the bed, sweaty.
Leon gazed down at Victoria's naked, sweaty body, filled with love and affection and guilt. What have I done? I could have hurt her. I could have just given her the curse. He groaned underneath his breath and Victoria must have taken his groan for something other than
it was, because she reached up and tangled her hand in his sweaty hair and smiled at him.
God, she is so beautiful. At that moment, as he gazed into her green eyes, he realized a horrifying but yet warming truth – he was in love with Victoria. He loved her hair, green eyes, and curvy body, but most of all, he loved the fierceness within her which had driven her to kill the wolves that attacked her. He also loved the gentleness she had as well as that un-fearing sexuality which had fueled her during their time together.
That was why he never should have allowed Victoria into his estate, injured or not. He couldn't have her here because he couldn't risk losing her the way he had lost his brother. And losing her meant breaking his own heart.
Victoria lowered her hand and bit her bottom lip. "Leon, what's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that? Your face has lost all of its color. It's as if you saw the Devil fly into the room."
I am the Devil. He shook his head and clambered off of the bed. I never should have bedded her. Never. I am truly evil, putting her at risk and giving her hope for something she cannot have. He bent down and seized his pants and pulled them on without his undergarments.
"Leon." A desperate edge laced Victoria's voice. "Leon, heavens, what is the matter with you? Did I do something wrong?"
"It's not you." His heart filled with pain and he could hear it creep into his voice, despite his efforts to keep his tone steady. "Victoria, I’m going to go outside for a couple of hours. When I get back, I want you out of this bedroom. In a few days' time when your leg is healed, you will take your horse, leave my estate, and never come back. If you don't, I will chase you away. I am not jesting about this. You’d better be out of this room when I get back."
"What?" Victoria scrambled out of bed, whimpered when she landed on her bad leg, and moved to grab his arm. "Leon, what's wrong?"