Smiling a little, thinking if he reacted so strongly she must be doing something right, she started unbuttoning the first in a long line of tiny buttons adorning her knit dress. Her hands shook on the last buttons as his faint chant came to her ears.
“Take it off, take it off, take it all-l-l-l- off!” He marked time with his fists hitting his thighs, his cock bouncing to the beat.
Biting back a laugh, she flashed a silent warning at him, her eyes narrowed in admonition of his antics. Inside, she thanked him for making it easier on her by lightening up the tense situation. His smile widened, letting her know he understood. With a smirk and a challenge, he repeated the chant, a little louder this time.
Dress discarded, she danced for him in her bra, damp panties, and thigh-high stockings. Kicking off her low heels, she sambaed about the room to her breathy rendition of “Living la Vida Loca.” Breasts swaying and hips rolling, she worked her stomach muscles and shimmied her whole body.
He growled low, reaching for her, and she pranced away, not ready to give up the heady sense of power she felt. Lost in the dance and in the heat burning in his eyes, she reached up and loosed her hair. Giving a vigorous shake, she tossed her head back, let the heavy French pleat disintegrate into a mass of dark brown curls that rioted over her shoulders and frothed in the small of her back.
She grew wetter between the legs, soaking her panties. Brazenly incorporating high kicks in her routine, she flung her legs up, wanting him to see the effect he had on her.
Suddenly he was there, bumping and grinding against her undulating body, his hands everywhere, hard and urgent. Something else nudged her with urgency, and she moaned, driven beyond lust by her dance and the promise in his glowing eyes. They weren’t green or brown, but molten gold, burning hot as chili through her skin.
Her bra snapped under his hands, and her full breasts fell into his palms. His thumbs brushed her nipples, and they sprang up tight and taut, begging for more attention. Catching both beaded tips between thumb and forefinger, he plucked and twisted, starting a resonating echo that twanged deep in her pussy.
Brushing his mouth over her ear, he sent his tongue spearing out to lash at the whorls and eddies of sensitive flesh. His voice was the merest rumble against the damp orifice. “That was truly evil, showing me your sopping panties. You must have known I couldn’t resist such an invitation ‑‑ all that spilled cream going to waste.”
“You have to let me finish the dance,” she panted, breathing hard, excitement stealing the air from her lungs.
Claws ‑‑ claws? ‑‑ ripped her undies to shreds, and a growl sounded against her cheek. “Finish your dance on me!”
He was lifting her, broad, strong hands at her thighs, turning to pin her to the wall. One hand probed her mound, dipped between her slippery lips to find the opening of her vagina. Pressure ... his huge head butting against her tight entry, punching through, pushing in ... Dios, the heat ... the width, stretching her and reforming her as he surged in and in.
“God, you’re tight. Hot and so sweet, you shake my soul!” He praised her, holding her still while he pushed up and into her resisting flesh.
She hung suspended on his cock, unable to do anything but accept him as he kept coming, inch after thick inch parting her clinging inner muscles as he forged his way to her womb. He bumped against the mouth of her cervix, and she shuddered, the sensations spiraling from that point of contact indescribably delicious.
“In,” he panted, forehead resting beside hers against the wall, “as far as I can get.” He swiveled his hips. “Feel my balls brushing against your ass?”
She grunted in reply, too full to force a word around the pike of flesh stuffing her to her throat. He chuckled, and she felt it up to her breasts. Her nipples beaded up, grew tighter, until a diamond couldn’t scratch them.
“It’s gonna feel real good when I start stroking. My balls will slap your ass, giving a nice little sting in all the right places.” His words made her so hot, she grew slicker and slid down his cock a fraction of an inch more.
They both stared in shock. He drew back to see her mound brushing his pubic hair, not an iota of his cock to be found outside her snug pussy. “I’ll be damned! That’s the first time I’ve ever been able to bottom out in a woman! Hot damn, girl ‑‑” He gave her an approving smile. “‑‑ we have some definite possibilities, here.”
She wrapped her legs as far as they would go around his hips. “There’s a possibility I’ll expire before you ever start fucking me,” she complained, drumming on his ass with her heels. “Giddy up!”
“Oh, yes, ma’am!” Pulling out until just the broad head was lodged in her pussy, Fort gripped her ass in both hands and slammed back in with a twist and swerve of his hips that soon had her bucking on his pounding cock.
Chapter Eight
Fort groaned in ecstasy, hips pumping his cock into the snuggest, most welcoming pussy he’d ever enjoyed. He was in heaven.
Never, ever ‑‑ as wulf or man ‑‑ had he been in such a tight, hot-damned-wonderful pussy. He wanted to sing odes to it. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship it with his mouth. He wanted her to come, damn it, before he disgraced himself.
Sliding a finger between them, he found her clit. Swollen and stiff, her little jewel swam in her flooding juices, more than ready for his manipulations. He circled it, avoiding a direct touch for now, intent on heightening her pleasure.
She moaned, and writhed on his cock, but her vaginal walls didn’t contract. If she didn’t come soon, he would explode. Desperate, he sank two fingers into her pussy, gathered her flowing dew, and slipped out to transfer her lubrication to the puckered ring of her anus.
Crying out in surprise, she bucked in his arms, tightened her legs about his hips. “Oh, hell, Fort, is that your finger up my ass? How kinky is that?”
He growled, “Babe, I’ll put more than my finger up there,” and began to flex his hips, fucking her in counterpoint with his finger. “Tell me when you’re ready to come.”
“I’m ... ohh ... that would be now!”
“Then come for me, Rosa, my heart. Come on my cock.” Carefully, he allowed his fangs to emerge and bit into her neck. As he took her flesh and pumped his enzyme-rich saliva into the wound, he continued fucking her, pounding into her as she screamed soundlessly beneath him.
“Ah! Ah, damn, you bit me!”
He growled against her, refusing to take his teeth from her, gorging himself on her blood. A few more thrusts and he lost the battle for control. Pulling his teeth out of her, he took her mouth, kissing her as if starved for her taste, sharing her blood and his saliva with her. Dark fire roared through his veins, scouring his soul clean, leaving room only for Rosa.
As his sperm blasted down the shaft of his cock to erupt in the clasping corridors of her sex, he opened his mind to the new channel created by the blending of their DNA.
Rosa!
Fortrayn? Fort, how are you talking in my mind?
My love, we are bonded. Bonded pairs are telepathic together. Feel how you feel clasped around me, your hot, silky cunt gloving my cock so sweetly.
Oh! Por Dios! You are so deep inside me, stretching my pussy, filling me so full!
Fly with me, beloved. Fly home with me ...
* * * * *
“So, this mind thing ... can we do it anytime we want?”
Fort stirred beside her, coming up on one elbow. One finger lazily circled a sore nipple, and she pulled away from him with a little hiss of pain. “Ow.”
“Sorry.”
She covered her nipple with her palm. “You gave it so much attention it’s still tender. Go ahead, finish telling me about the mind-to-mind thing.”
“It’ll be erratic at first. Once we exchange DNA a few more times, it’ll kick in all the way.” He shifted, played with her hair, walked his fingers down her arm, did everything but meet her gaze or use the telepathy she knew he had to be better versed in than herself.
“What aren’
t you telling me?”
“We need to go talk to Hunter later today. He has to know about the rogues, in case they overpower me. He needs to be able to take care of you ‑‑”
She placed a hand over his mouth. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. But, while we’re on the subject, I don’t like the idea of you facing that duo on your own. I’m all for talking to Hunter as long as he agrees to help you.”
She lay back down. “Now that we have that settled, tell me the rest of the story.”
“Uhm ...”
“Come on, let the other shoe drop.”
“Er ...”
Rosa turned her head and smiled reassuringly. “Mi corazón, you can tell me. I won’t freak on you.”
All right, since you asked ... To make this bonding unbreakable, I need to bite you while I’m in fur-form. I don’t want you to fear me.
“You’ve mentioned fur-form several times. You mean your body can actually take on dog form?”
Babe, I really like you. I’m willing to let a lot slide where you’re concerned, but don’t call me a dog!
“Fine, but why wasn’t this bite good enough?” She placed her hand over the marks already turning white with healing, leaving a scar on her smooth skin.
In fur-form, my wulf enzymes are at their strongest. When I bite you and exchange DNA, our bond will solidify.
“Will you hurt me?”
Never!
“Okay, do it.”
Do it? That’s it? You’re willing to trust me so soon?
“I’ve always trusted you. I never would have fucked you if I didn’t. I decided I wanted you, no matter what, last month. You were the one who was a no-show.”
I’m here now. I won’t desert you again.
Her heart melted at the evidence of his pain, so clearly communicated through their mental link. Knowing he needed to hear the words, though she felt he’d done nothing to require them, she touched his face with gentle fingers. “I forgive you.”
Under her hand, he ... changed, became a thing of beauty, of power. The lines of his body flowed and shifted, fluid and solid at once, until a huge, sleek-furred wulf lolled beside her on the bed they’d devised from spare tables and all the cloth they could gather.
She’d have a load of laundry to do later. Right now, she stared in awe at the majestic animal occupying the space next to her. “Por Dios, you are muy lindo, mi amor!”
Gracias, mi corazón.
“Madre de Dios! You can speak in this form, too?”
A barking laugh answered her. I am still Fortrayn. No matter what form I wear, I am me.
Rosa ran her fingers through his dense fur. He rolled over, trapping her legs, and silently presented his throat to her. She ruffled the thick ruff there, swept her gaze down his belly to where his sheath hid his cock.
He followed her gaze to his groin. His cock stirred as he realized he now had the same potential problem that plagued Hunter. Rosa, will you let me fuck you in this form?
There was a hundred-eighty-five-pound wolf in her bed, staring at her with lust-filled eyes. Not only was it talking inside her head, it was growing the biggest erection she’d ever seen. Amazingly, her pussy didn’t just grow damp ‑‑ it flooded at the thought of him taking her in his present shape. Shocked at her reaction, she heard her mouth saying, “You know ... I rather think I will.”
The large head lifted from the makeshift bed and golden-green eyes stared at her in astonishment.
“But you’ll have to talk to me the whole time. So I’ll remember that’s you in there.”
Are you kidding ...? You’ll never be able to shut me up! Babe, my running commentary would never end.
This is me ‑‑ Fort ‑‑ fucking this fine brown ass! See Fort. See Fort fuck. See Fort fuck Rosa! Come, Fort, come! Come, Rosa, come! See Fort and Rosa come!
In the midst of her laughter, he sank his canines into the side of her breast. She convulsed with the white-hot pleasure, body bowed, hips jerking. Her mound grew awash with the proof of her desire.
Seeming reluctant to withdraw his fangs from her flesh, he swiped the wound with his tongue, laving his healing enzyme across the reddened spot. Eyes glowing with challenge, he held her wavering gaze as he backed down the bed between her thighs, his muzzle aimed for her crotch.
See Rosa’s pink pussy. See Fort’s tongue. See Fort’s tongue in Rosa’s pink pussy ...
Body sweltering under the heated batting of his long, flat tongue, Rosa moaned, hands lifting to squeeze her breasts and tug at her straining nipples. Raising her knees, she opened her thighs wide, making room for Fortrayn’s large canine head.
He lapped at her juices with his vigilant tongue, swiping over her sex from anus to clit, sending brutal pleasure ripping through her. Her hips flew up, blindly seeking deeper contact, and he buried his muzzle between her legs, growling and whimpering as his tongue found her entrance and speared into the tight slit.
Invading her pussy repeatedly, pushing in and out with relentless determination, Fortrayn dug deep into her tight liquid heat, one huge paw planted on her belly to hold her where he wanted her as he nibbled on her clit, let his fangs rake her thighs. She screamed and bucked, the shock of the fearful sensations rocking her even as his facile tongue returned to curl within her, fluttering against a magic spot that ignited all her passions.
See Fort suck Rosa. Suck, Fort, suck!
Rosa raised her shoulders to stare down her torso into the feral eyes trained on her face, panting hard. She gasped, gulping air before she could speak. “Mi amor ... you stole my line!”
Fort’s head came up from between her legs, and she watched his tongue swipe across his dripping muzzle. The intelligence and emotional expression told her just who gazed back at her, and though her pussy and clit throbbed from the vigorous working of his tongue, she suddenly needed more. In a bold move, she grabbed his ears with both hands and forced his muzzle back to the steamy wet juncture of her thighs.
He resisted.
She tugged harder.
Giving in to her demands, he lowered his head and lapped at her cunt, the end of his tongue catching her clit at the top of each long, deliberate swipe. She huffed with each stroke, writhed beneath him as ribbons of bright, streaming arousal twined about her soul, binding her to him.
Too soon ‑‑ to her way of thinking ‑‑ he pulled away, licking his chops. She mewled and thrust her hips up at him. “Please, Fort, don’t stop! I need you.” Ignoring her pleas, he nudged her, pushed and positioned her until she knelt on all fours. She shuddered, pussy clenching in anticipation as the heavy weight of his large body settled against her back. His paws gripped her sides; the claws dug in to hold her subdued, stopping just shy of opening up her skin. He humped against her, his cock ‑‑ huge and blunt, hot and damp ‑‑ thudding against her nether lips, repeatedly missing her entrance.
A little help here, please ...
“How could you make me laugh in the midst of the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced?” She reached back and grasped his slippery member, guided its wedge-shaped head between the lips of her pussy.
I see you haven’t lost your mood ‑‑ gods! His hindquarters surged forward, planting his cock deep in the clasping depths of her pussy. Damn, you’re tight!
“Damn, you’re big!” She dropped her head, frozen in place, fighting to accommodate the frightening length and width of his oversized member. Her pussy was stuffed, full of cock ... overfull. He flexed inside, and she felt him from the mouth of her vagina all the way to somewhere near her belly button. “Wait!” She begged. “Give me a moment ...”
Rosa groaned, impaled and hurting, her pleasure lessening as his cock grew and lengthened inside her. She wondered sickly what she’d let herself in for. He was huge ... she never should have said she’d fuck him this way. She hadn’t realized his penis would be so much wider and longer than when he wore his human form. At his base, he must be over six inches thick! This wasn’t going to work. She told Fort the same. �
��You have to get out; it won’t fit!”
Oh, yes, it will..
He tightened his grip on her waist and pushed, sinking more of his length into her. Something hot and liquid bathed the walls of her pussy, instantly soothing the irritated flesh. He slid in another inch, and she instinctively tightened, though it no longer hurt as much as before.
Easy ... easy ... relax and let me all the way in.
She grunted under the strain, shaking her head at her stupidity. She hadn’t thought any part of him remained outside her body. Another squirt of fluid showered her bruised cunt, and her muscles loosened even more, allowing him total entry.
I’m in, babe. Now the fun starts!
He pulled back and plunged into the depths, seating his cock against her cervix. She screamed and twisted backward on his driving cock, the agonizing ecstasy tearing her reality into shredded bits of flaming lust. He sank his fangs into her shoulder, subduing her, marking her as his for the third time.
In and out, deeper, harder, the wulf dominated her, fucking her into submission. Her arms gave way, dropping her to the makeshift bed, and the tips of her breasts scraped against the rough wood as his powerful thrusts jarred the length of her body.
You liking it now?
She couldn’t gather the breath to answer. Her head bobbed up and down in the “yes” motion.
I’m about to knot in you.
See Fort’s cock. See Fort fuck his cock in Rosa’s pussy! Oh, I forgot. In this position, you can’t see this lovely sight. Okay, how about: Feel Fort’s cock! Feel Fort ...
Lava swam up her spine, overflowed her pussy, and sizzled along every blood vessel. Her senses shut down in erotic overload as a screaming orgasm slammed into her. Even as she came harder and longer than she ever had in her life, she shed tears of laughter. He kept his silly monologue running through two more climaxes.
Chapter Nine
“Hunter, Melody ... can I interrupt you guys for a minute?”
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