[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero
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Soon she shivered beneath the stream of cold water released through her shower head; trying to cool a body newly inflamed through a night of feverish dreaming.
As much as her mind flamed with raw anger at the man who inspired her indignant ire, her body flamed in another way entirely; blazing with desire for the beautiful mystery that was Damian Wolf.
Her dreams last night had taken the form of lush erotic visions; fevered imaginings that not only replayed the memory of his kiss, but that took the memory further—launching her into a sensual fantasy that found her rolling restless in Damian’s arms, relishing the feel of his touch, his kiss, as the two fully and finally made love.
Yet the moment that she stepped out of the shower, toweling herself down and slipping into the plainest denim dress she could find, she also did her best to snuff out the fire that consumed her heart, her soul, her…well, certain other body parts that she didn’t even wish to think about right now, thank you very much.
“I have to accept the fact that nothing is ever going to happen between us,” she mused, adding as she yanked a defiant brush through the length of her long, thick ebony hair, “And it’s his loss. Sure enough.”
Grabbing her folder and her archaeology textbook from the surface of her plain wooden table, Alisha turned with a determined flourish in the direction of her entryway.
Flinging the door open, Alisha froze in her place as a flash of brilliant scarlet ensnared her attentions; bringing her gaze to the surface of her doorstep, which now came adorned with a single red rose that shone bright in the rays of the morning sun.
“It couldn’t be,” she mused, gaping outright at the stunning vision of her mysterious floral gift. “Could it?”
This question continued to plague her psyche moments later, as she made her way into the compact, clean lined classroom that—this morning at least—also doubled as what she would like to call The Last Place on Earth that She Wanted to Be Right Now, and that Includes the Dentist’s Office.
Keeping her gaze trained on the vibrant, expertly detailed world maps and bright high definition images of ancient artifacts that lined the classroom walls, she took a seat at the back of the class and sat tall and proud in her chair; her straight posture and stone faced expression just defying anyone to speak to her.
And still, blast it, someone did.
“Good morning, Alisha.”
She froze as suddenly her senses were doused by the sound of a deep melodic voice; one that, despite the fact that it did indeed belong to Prof. Demon Seed, in the irritatingly cute flesh, still managed to send chills down her spine.
Still she raised her head now to look him straight in the eyes; those wide azure eyes that she always likened to pools of passion.
“Blast it! This ain’t gonna be easy,” she mused in frustrated silence, adding aloud and in the iciest tone she could muster, “Good morning, Prof. Wolf!”
Averting her gaze to her fresh polished desk, Alisha’s eyes widened as a sheet of sharp ivory parchment was dropped on its surface; one that came emblazoned with the letter A.
“I must say it, Alisha,” Damian told her, adding as he made a broad gesture in the direction of what she now recognized as her own, recently completed essay, “Your essay about ancient Roman artifacts is nothing short of flawless. Your research, your writing style, your brilliant insights into the time we studied; it all came together to create a masterful work.” He paused here, adding as he graced her with a dazzling white toothed smile, “You really did me proud.”
Alisha shrugged.
“Well why I do thank you, both for the high grade and the kind words, I must point out that I didn’t do this work for you,” she informed him, adding as she raised a firm finger for emphasis, “I did it for myself, in an effort to learn more about a subject in which I hope to excel.”
Damian nodded.
“Well yes, of course,” he allowed, even as he made a weak attempt to conceal the disappointment inherent in his tone. “And with that in mind, I would very much like for you to come to my office again this evening, so that I can answer any questions that you might have about the upcoming final.”
Alisha bit her lip hard, reminded of the big test and her pressing need to pass it.
“OK fine then,” she ran her words together in one stilted breath, adding as she graced her professor with a major side eyed glance, “You sweet talker you.”
Damian grinned.
“The best of the best,” he agreed, adding with a playful wink in her direction, “We professors are highly trained in the art of persuasive speaking, you know.”
Alisha rolled her eyes.
“I guess that’s one word for it.”
Chapter six
Later that evening Alisha once again found herself trudging into the office of her archaeology professor; clearing the doorway in a strong, self-confident flourish as she pursed her cherry red lips in a show of great skepticism.
“Tonight, for this tutoring session, I plan and intend to be all business,” she told herself. “Whatever this man has to show me this evenin’, it had better be blasted impressive.”
Then she witnessed firsthand just what he had to show her. And, she did have to admit, it was pretty blasted impressive.
For although Damian Wolf often made a habit of perching himself on the edge of his desk to speak to his students, he seldom did so in a seminude state.
“And it’s a blasted good thing he doesn’t,” she mused now, eyes flying wide. “None of the female students would get any learning done—and, I daresay, not a good many of the males either.”
Her rebellious gaze took a long walk down the length of his hard massive chest and trim legs; also lingering for just a moment on the bulging ruby red Speedo that served as his only article of clothing that evening.
“So Damian, what gives?” she queried, struggling to keep her tone steady as she folded her arms before her. “Did the university change its dress code?”
Pitching his golden head back in a leonine motion, Damian let loose with a deep melodic laugh as he considered her sardonic words.
“Well actually, my dear, this particular mode of dress is actually a most effective tool in my vast tutoring arsenal,” he informed her, adding as he made a broad sweeping gesture down the length of his hard planed form, “I wish for you to use this tool completely to your advantage.”
Even as her heart pounded in her ears as desire overcame her, Alisha struggled to maintain a steady, neutral tone as he leaned backward on the desk; flexing and stretching every inch of his flawless physique to simply stunning effect.
“What, may I ask, can your friggin’ hawt body possibly teach me about the fine art of archaeology?” she queried, adding as her eyes devoured his rock hard pecs and chiseled washboard abs, “Unless you’re just out to prove that all of those classic Greek statues combined don’t hold a candle to the gym bod maintained by a 21rst century archaeology prof.”
Rising from his desk with a confident smirk, Damian walked with sleek, sinuous strides to a sleek velvet cushioned seat that stood at the center of his office.
“Well actually Alisha,” he purred her name like the sweetest poetry as he made a broad gesture in the direction of the chair. “After putting some serious thought into your situation, I believe that—while you are certainly a bright pupil, and very hardworking—the stress and pressure of your life tends to overwhelm you—making it difficult for you to put forth your best efforts on your tests.” He paused here, adding in a sultry tone, “So my entire mission and purpose here tonight, my lady, is to help you relieve your stress.”
Finally surrendering to the incredible temptation that thrummed endless through every fiber of her being, Alisha stepped forward to claim her place in the hot seat; looking up at him with a challenging stare that also betrayed her heated desire.
“Go on then,” she whispered, adding with the hint of a devilish grin, “but you had better impress me.”
Accepting this challenge wi
th a heated growl, Damian leaned over to sear her lips with a searing hot kiss; then dropping to his knees to free her feet from her confining red pumps.
She relaxed in her seat as her attentive lover suckled her toes and licked her tired pads; then laving his way up her legs as he reached his hands beneath her skirt and massaged her buxom thighs.
His soft, moist lips immediately followed suit as his head surged upward beneath her denim skirt; his teeth snagging the border of her proper white cotton panties and dragging them down the length of her legs—leaving them in a cloudy heap beside them as he soon returned to the source of her pleasure.
Licking open her feminine folds with a long resounding lick, Damian soon graced Alisha with the ultimate intimate kiss; sealing his full soft lips onto her throbbing clit as he licked and suckled her.
Shifting his head from side to side to intensify her feelings, her ardent lover devoured her as she moaned and gasped her pleasure; the tendrils of his long golden hair caressing her buxom thighs as she kicked her long legs up on his brawny shoulders to grant him greater access.
Thrusting her full hips forward as pleasure overcame her, Alisha bit her lip hard as reams of pure orgasmic bliss rolled wild from her head to her toes; only strengthening moments later, as with a long last lick Damian sent her hurdling across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm.
Covering her own mouth to stifle the lusty cry that threatened to burst forth through her trembling lips, Alisha fell forward into Damian’s waiting arms as the two collapsed together to the divine softness of the plush carpeting beneath them.
Their arms and legs entangled between them as they rolled wild across the floor; Damian stripping away the fabrics of Alisha’s soft denim dress until she lay naked in his arms.
Running his hands like warm water down the length of her back, her gorgeous lover rubbed and massaged her skin to further relieve her tension; his golden head bowing to her full breasts as her nipples rose to hard points between his sumptuous lips.
Writhing against his hardness in a brazen, wanton manner, Alisha wrapped her arms around his muscled shoulders and entwined her fingers in his long golden hair; their hips pressing against each other in a sinful gyration as her breasts crushed his massive chest.
Their lips finally collided in a binding kiss as her famished hands roamed his hard toned chest and the surface of his chiseled abs; finally grabbing the border of his tight fitting Speedo and yanking it down the length of his long trim legs.
This move releasing a long hard shaft that flew upward in salute of her presence, Damian writhed shameless against his lover as he continued to kiss her senseless; growling outright as she reached downward to stroke and knead his sweat glistened rod.
Even as she lost herself in his warm cocoon of an intimate embrace, Alisha’s eyebrows shot upward as her long wet tongue grazed what seemed to be a pair of sharpened fangs in the back of Damian’s mouth; and as his lusty growl morphed outright to a deep, almost animal howl.
Throwing his hard planed body deeper into her arms, Damian ran his hands in a sculpting motion over her full breasts and rounded stomach; finally rubbing and kneading her clit as he positioned himself between her fleshy thighs.
Returning his kiss with deepest passion as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist, an aroused Alisha pulled him closer to her as he continued to rub and knead her nub; intensifying the sensation even further as he fully and finally joined them as one.
Surging the length of his bulging cock to the depths of her soaking wet pussy, Damian wrapped his free arm tight around her back as he continued to kiss and caress her; probing and penetrating his lady as their hips and thighs interlocked between them.
Their sensual tango reached a feverish peak as he continued to stroke and knead her clit; all the while plunging forth to her very core as the feeling overcame them.
Finally and with a long last stroke, Damian carried them across the bounds of an incredible shared climax; their bodies exploding in undulating waves of sleek orgasmic feeling.
Again biting her lip hard so she didn’t scream outright, Alisha trembled in Damian’s arms as passion overcame them; also reveling in the exalted howl that escaped the lips of her ecstatic lover.
“Careful now Professor. Remember that we’re still in school,” she teased him, pinning him with a playful smile as she opened her eyes wide.
This smile dissolved moments later, as she noted that something of an unsettling transformation had overtaken the face and body of her gorgeous lover; and as she rolled away from him on the floor to get a better look, she gasped outright as she beheld before her the vision of a werewolf.
Rising up on all fours with a second loud howl, Damian pitched his head back and bore a set of sharp defined fangs; fur spouting forth from every inch of his body as he crawled in her direction.
Although prepared at first to jump from the floor and race with frenzied steps into the safety of the hallway, Alisha paused as she stared into the familiar azure eyes of the creature before her; smiling somewhat as he licked her face with a long, loving tongue.
Shutting her eyes tight in an effort to reconcile the bizarre scene before her, Alisha opened them moments later to behold the man she adored; once again assuming his normal—and very hunky—form as he hovered over her with a gentle smile.
“I’m so sorry that you had to see that, my love,” he released on a whisper, adding as he cupped her flushed cheeks in two tender hands, “But I suppose that now would be as good a time as any to tell you that I’m a….”
“…Wait, wait, don’t tell me,” Alisha interrupted him, adding with a slight smile, “Would you be, I dunno, a werewolf?”
Damian guffawed outright.
“How can you be so cool about this?” he asked her, shaking his head from side to side in a show of sheer wonder.
Alisha shrugged.
“After studying archaeology for so long, Damian, you learn to believe just about anything. Certain historical phenomena can only be explained by way of the paranormal,” she paused here, adding in an affectionate tone, “And you, my darling, always seemed too good to be true.”
Letting loose with yet another howl, this one of pure and unmitigated joy, Damian swept her up in two loving arms and covered her body with his; raining a shower of kisses and licks across her flushed cheeks as he clutched her closer to him.
“Ever since that wretched demoness cursed me with her wolfen bite, I thought that never again would I know the touch and kiss of a woman—let alone her love,” he whispered, adding as he touched Alisha’s lips with the gentlest, sweetest of kisses, “This is why, my darling, I hesitated to be alone with you. I was such a fool; I should have known that a woman such as you would be open enough, wonderful enough, to accept me totally.”
With these words he swept her up in an all-consuming embrace; their arms entwining as they immersed themselves in a lush cocoon of newfound love.
Their joined beings rolled wild across the floor of their own private trysting spot; Damian whipping the lengths of his long golden hair across the surface of her breasts as he hoisted his hard trim hips against hers.
Running her fingernails down his planed back as his cock flew wild and erect between them, Alisha seared his full moist lips with a fevered kiss; their chests melding as their wandering hands explored every inch of one another’s bodies.
“I want you inside of me again,” she hissed out, breaking their kiss to raise her head and lick his rock hard pecs as her hands rubbed and molded his shaft.
All too eager to heed his lady’s command, Damian once again joined them as one; thrusting his hips hard against hers as his long hard cock slid free and easy into her slick, moist softness.
Two became one as their beings joined in a single radiant constant; their bodies rubbing against one another to produce a divine friction that ignited to spark a fire.
Soon they soared together to reach the peak of an incredible mutual climax; breaking their kiss to stare long and dee
p into one another’s eyes.
“I love you.”
The affectionate words fell from their lips and were followed by a binding kiss; one that in itself seemed a symbol and artifact of a love destined through time.
THE END
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