by Savage Rose
Every part of her was ablaze, crackling with energy, with want. Never in her life had she felt so alive. Not even as a wolf. One dark, manicured hand stroked up her ribs and brushed past her breast, sending a shockwave through her as her nipple stiffened immediately in response, aching for contact. Any minute now she would wake up to find herself in that skeezy motel room, because there was no way Cherilynne Bouchard was feeling her up in the giant, luxurious bed of this beautiful hotel suite… right? Then that hand closed over her breast, giving her nipple just the barest, teasing pinch, and her legs nearly rocketed apart, desperate to feel this amazing, undeniably real woman between them.
“Are you sure you want this?” Cheri murmured, glossy lips tickling Lara’s ear. She wanted to scream. She’d been so certain her desire for the woman radiated from her like a gaudy Vegas marquee. It was difficult to even force herself to nod. “Really?” the woman pressed breathlessly.
“More than I’ve ever wanted anything,” Lara gasped, and Cheri blinked, pulling away. No, don’t stop! Already, her heart was braced for the shattering that was sure to come.
“I’m glad to hear you say that, sugar,” the woman purred, lifting the short, sheer nightgown up and shimmying her way out of it, luscious brown curves jiggling as those beautiful, huge breasts and the sweet little triangle of black curls between her dark thighs were bared. It was a miracle Lara managed to stay conscious, amber eyes going wide, nearly making their natural almond shape perfectly round for a moment. She felt like she was in one of those dumb movies about the dorky kid who invents a time machine and somehow hooks up with the super model. Cheri watched her, that poised calm never leaving her as her eyes swept over the young woman. I must look like such a wreck. But she looks just as horny as I am and OH GOD IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?!?
Another first to cross off the ever-growing list: first time actually feeling shy about getting naked in front of someone. Which, Lara supposed, was kind of odd for a virgin, but as a werewolf, nudity was such a common occurrence, modesty had never really struck her as important. But now, stripping off her tank top to expose her small breasts, she blushed so hot she wouldn’t have been surprised if her entire face had gone up in flames. Although considering the rather impressive wetness between her legs, soaking through her lace panties and yoga pants… which would have still been The Pants of Eternal Shame if it wasn’t for the hungry way Cheri was currently watching her remove them… oh yeah, spontaneous combustion was the least of her worries.
“I never knew what you’d look like, sugar,” Cheri said, hooking her fingers into the black lace of Lara’s panties. “But I knew I was gonna love you. Then you show up looking like this.” THIS? What does she mean? Is ‘this’ a bad thing? “Mmm mmm mmm! You are just scrumptious!” Lara couldn’t help but melt, even as she found herself completely taken aback by the ridiculousness of the label. She considered herself many things, but scrumptious had never been one of them. Cheri must have mistaken her hesitation at the compliment for reluctance— which it was absolutely not— because the woman paused and pulled back, giving her another evaluating, probing look. “Is this too fast, sugar? I know I’m all aflutter over here, but I don’t want to push you if you don’t want—”
“No!” The word came out so hard and fast it made them both blink as they took it in. Lara shook her head, that blush blazing determinedly from her cheeks. “I do want! I very much want! But I’m a…” Oh God, I have to say it, don’t I. If this kills the mood I am going to commit seppuku with a goddamn frisbee. “I’m a virgin.”
“A virgi—” Cheri cut herself off, dark eyes wide, a hand flying to cover her luscious, glossy lips. Then she smiled, and Lara’s heart found the courage to beat again. “Well there’s a first time for everything, sugar. Why don’t we just let you set the pace.” So she HAS done this before. How in the hell did I miss that? And why is she so obsessed with giant juggernaut wolfman dicks? I’M not, and I’m a WOLF. Cheri slid Lara’s panties down her thighs, and her breath came harder at the realization that they were both completely naked.
The risk of killing the mood pressed harder and harder the more she thought, and finally she caved, trying to prepare herself for the very real possibility that the sex she could totally by the looks of things be having with the woman she had craved like nothing else might get completely derailed if she opened her mouth just then to ask what was on her mind. But her mouth was opening anyway. The traitor.
“I thought you were straight!” she blurted. Cheri cocked her head and gave herself a once-over, and for a moment they took in the state of excited undress they were both in.
“What on Earth gave you that idea, sugar?” Shit, she’d just have to say it.
“All your stories… all the things we wrote… it was always about some big, strong, supernaturally endowed wolfman getting it on with a human woman.” She wanted to cry all over again, hearing the words aloud and the awful, obvious truth they carried. “I mean, maybe it’s just writing to you, just a way to make money and give the fans what they want… maybe you’re not living vicariously through the characters, but… it’s not that way for me… and there’s not even a single instance in any of your books where two women get together. I checked.” A look of guilt pulled at Cheri’s lips and furrowed her brow. She ducked her head, a lock of curled purple falling in front of her face and making Lara ache to brush it aside.
“Sugar, I am so sorry,” she whispered. This is it. Commence heart crush in three… two… one… “You’re right. I…” She heaved a sigh, chest hitching as it rose and fell, her eyes lowered as if she couldn’t bear to look at Lara. “I’m not just writing fan service. Especially with you.”
“Then why all the penis?” Lara hissed, harsher than she meant to. Cheri put a hand over her face.
“I’ve never… Sugar, this is something I’ve never told anyone, alright?” That had her attention. After a bracing breath, Lara put a hand on the woman’s arm. Cheri took in a bracing breath of her own, only hers shook with an obvious fear that made Lara wonder what she was about to hear. “When I write those sexy scenes, I always find myself identifying with… with Hunter.” Whut? “I… I write about those big alpha males because I… Oh sugar, that’s what I want to be.” Lara involuntarily pulled back at the shock, trying to swallow and failing, her throat so dry it nearly made her cough. WHUT???
“You— you want to be a man?” Looking at the voluptuous goddess of femininity before her, it was unfathomable. Cheri shook her head, a hopeless, self-conscious smile on her blushing face.
“No, sugar! Oh, I’m saying this all wrong. I love being a woman, I just… I just like the idea of having a…” she cleared her throat and gestured to her very tempting, very nude, very female groin delicately.
“A dick?” Suddenly all those sexually charged exchanges they had while writing their book took on a whole new meaning.
“Not a real one, though. I don’t want a sex change or anything, I just… I have a… oh, what do they call it… a strap-on? Oh, this is embarrassing. I’ve never even used the thing. I’ve always been too embarrassed to talk about it. How do you explain that you’re a woman who wants to… well, to bone another woman?” Lara couldn’t help it. The intense vulnerability and honesty Cheri was showing her was so raw, so powerful that she wrapped her arms around the woman’s soft, warm shoulders without a second thought, her head resting against that generous chest.
“I’m really glad you told me,” Lara said, feeling like the world’s biggest hypocrite for all the insane and potentially deal-breaking things she wasn’t telling Cheri.
“Well, I am too, sugar, except that now I’m afraid I went and killed that lovely mood we had going on.” Oh my God, she’s adorable!
“So, you really want me?” she whispered, despite everything she’d just seen and heard still convinced there was no way such a thing could be possible. Cheri let out a sob of a laugh.
“Oh sugar, more than I’ve ever wanted anything. But I don’t blame you if you’ve
had a… a change of heart.” She was giving her an out? Lara bit the inside of her lip, trying desperately to sort herself out. It had never occurred to her in all her nigh-constant fantasizing about Cheri that the woman would be dominant, or wield a truly insatiable penis of her own, but these new understandings certainly weren’t keeping her from being more aroused than she’d even thought possible. God, I feel like a human slip-n-slide. Well, not exactly human, but still…
“Kiss me,” Lara breathed. Immediately, Cheri’s mouth took Lara’s in a passionate kiss, driving all hope of reason she could ever have possessed far from her reach.
“You just tell me if you want to stop, sugar. Alright?” There was a touch of huskiness in that charming, accented voice, and suddenly Lara could imagine no such scenario in which she would ever want Cheri to stop.
“Alright,” she agreed, feeling as though her tongue barely fit in her mouth anymore. Oh shit… am I shifting? Considering the nearness of the full moon and the multitude of emotions running rampant through her system, there was a reasonable chance she was, which would ruin everything. She had to take a moment to roll her tongue in her mouth experimentally, relieved to note it was in fact still fully human. A good thing, too, because in the very next moment it was met with Cheri’s, touching and stroking her as they kissed, clutching at each other, pressing their naked bodies together desperately, their legs entwining. It had never occurred to her that Cheri might have been dealing with just as much sexual tension as she was all this time.
The woman’s mouth wandered from Lara’s, making her pant as those glossy lips fastened on her neck for a few blissful moments. Hot breath against her breasts made her gasp, and she arched her back as the woman’s mouth found her nipple, a longing moan pulling from her throat as Cheri sucked, pulling her deeper into that warm, wet mouth.
She knew she should take things slow. That was important for virgins, wasn’t it? Still, the idea seemed literally insane. When everything you’ve ever dreamed of is sucking on your nipple like THAT, Lara, you are NOT going to take things slow. You’re going to take EVERYTHING. The thought and the amazing feel of Cheri’s mouth and tongue moving to her other nipple made her thighs clench as her hips pulsed forward.
“Aaah, Cheri!” The woman certainly knew what she was doing, sucking and tonguing and biting just hard enough to make her moan. Cheri scooted down the bed, leaving a trail of fading lipstick prints down her tanned abdomen. Looks like Cheri is just as happy not to take things slow. She had only a split second to wonder how the woman’s mouth would feel between her legs before she found herself being spread open with a gentle but decidedly eager touch.
“May I?” Cheri asked, that charming accent making the request more adorable than Lara could stand.
“Uh, yes? Please?” she responded quickly, hoping she didn’t sound too stupid. A needy moan tore from her throat in the next instant as Cheri’s warm tongue stroked her slickness. Oh God that feels incredible! A few more licks, and Lara was little more than a whimpering puddle of human-shaped sensation. And from the stinging pressure in her fingertips, becoming less human-shaped with each thrilling stroke. NO CLAWS NO CLAWS! she screeched internally, sitting up in her panic, relieved to see her short, very unassuming fingernails still holding up their end of the deal. Cheri pulled back, a careful smile on her beautiful, dark face.
“Was that too much, sugar?”
“N-no!” How was she supposed to explain this one? She was in the process of some major mental backpedaling when her eyes zeroed in on those glorious, full breasts, and her mouth watered. “I just… I’ve never… May I?” Her attempt to sound smooth was notably less successful than Cheri’s, but the woman smiled, the chocolate of her cheeks warming with a pretty blush as she took Lara’s hands and pressed them to her breasts gently. Lara had never felt anything so warm, so soft, so delightfully squishy in her life. Cheri practically purred as she nuzzled her face between them, enjoying the way they slid against her cheeks. She touched soft kisses across the woman’s breasts, her hands stroking and gripping instinctively, driven by the quiet little moans she was pulling from her.
As her mouth closed on one dark nipple, her tongue teasing the rapidly stiffening peak, Cheri’s hands tangled in Lara’s hair, her legs parting. The scent of her arousal was more intoxicating than a bottleful of butterscotch schnapps, and Lara wasn’t inclined to waste any time getting a taste. Cheri let out a soft laugh as the young werewolf buried her head between those juicy thighs, taking only a brief moment to admire the delicate, dark, glistening folds before her tongue darted between them. While the scent had been familiar, the taste was something entirely new, and Lara delighted in it, lapping hungrily, her thighs dripping with her own excitement as she was rewarded with heavy moans and more wetness to drink in with her tongue.
“Oh, sugar!” Cheri gasped, spreading her legs farther. “You’ve got a real knack for that.” Lara grinned, enjoying the unexpected praise. She redoubled her efforts, her tongue dragging in long, slow strokes, then flicking the woman’s clit, thinking about what felt good when she touched herself, and hoping it would translate well via tongue. So far, there seemed to be no complaints. Even so, it took her quite by surprise when Cheri’s thighs suddenly clenched, pressing against her ears as she buried her face deeper, letting the sweet, slippery wetness coat her from nose to chin. The woman’s breath had become a loud panting, and with one more stroke of her tongue, Lara felt Cheri seize. “Ah! Lara!” she cried out. Lara’s heart felt fit to burst at the sound. She nuzzled against Cheri’s throbbing wetness, reeling with pride that she— socially awkward misfit that she was— had been able to bring this beautiful woman to orgasm.
She didn’t get much chance to savor her victory, however, because in the next moment she felt herself being grabbed around the waist and hoisted up, making her squeak in a way she thought was just as embarrassing as Cheri apparently found it adorable. The woman settled her on top of that generous, heaving chest, those manicured hands now gripping her by the hips and pulling her in tightly until she was practically straddling her face and her mouth finally found Lara’s aching wetness.
The young werewolf let out what sounded suspiciously like a howl as Cheri’s mouth closed over her clit, sucking as her tongue continued to stroke her rhythmically. Her hips pushed forward of their own accord, lost to the pleasure of Cheri’s mouth, moaning again as the woman’s hands clenched her buttocks possessively, pulling her closer still. Lara’s breath came in ragged gasps as she felt herself nearing orgasm, arching her back, her hands running over her own small breasts, driven by the relentless touch of Cheri’s lips and tongue on her, in her.
She could feel the powerful uncoiling, a familiar feeling— and yet one she’d never experienced with such passionate intensity. She sat forward, thighs shaking as Cheri licked and sucked, gripping the wooden headboard as another howl ripped from her throat. The urge to shift was almost as irresistible as the urge to come, and she fought hard to keep herself in one human-shaped piece. With the way Cheri was utterly owning her, she could feel her control slipping, could feel the way her claws gouged into the back of the headboard she clung to as she spilled over, gasping and bucking as her body was hit by wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she’d yet experienced.
“Oh… Wow!” she blurted, her cheeks too flushed with excitement to show the blush at her ridiculous outburst. It took several moments before the throbbing ecstasy gave way to rational thought once more, and she carefully withdrew her hands from the headboard, trying not to look suspiciously at her fingernails. She awkwardly dismounted Cheri’s… well, her face. And that face was just as beautiful as she’d ever seen it, even shining with… well, the obvious. Cheri reached for her, grasping her arm and gently pulling her down into a soft kiss. Wow indeed.
“Still think you shouldn’t have kissed me, sugar?” Cheri asked, an arm around Lara, cuddling her close. It was the nicest feeling Lara could ever remember. Warm. Secure. Loving.
“Uh, no,”
she answered, smiling. Now that her heart was finally content, and her body was well spent, all that sleep she hadn’t gotten was demanding its turn, and she yawned despite herself. Cheri stroked her cheek tenderly, the comforting touch making it harder to stay awake. She nuzzled against the woman’s breast sleepily, realizing for the first time in her life that constant, aching loneliness was gone. Wow indeed. I think I’m in love.
* * *
The feeling of a hand sleepily slipping around Lara’s bare abdomen and a soft, warm, naked body cuddling against her roused her quickly. In more ways than one. She yawned, stretching her body, loving the luxurious feel of expensive sheets against her skin not even half as much as she loved the chocolate satin of Cheri’s breasts, belly, and thighs. She caught her breath as her thighs clenched, remembering how wonderful that concept had been the night before. Unable to help herself, she glanced at Cheri’s peacefully sleeping form, and her heart almost broke at the sight. God, but she’s beautiful. She makes me feel amazing. SHE’S amazing. Lara sat up, trying not to wake Cheri who was still breathing deep and steady beside her, smelling like vanilla.
“Mmm, sleep well, sugar?” Cheri’s sweet, utterly lovable, utterly innocent voice asked, still thickened with grogginess. Then it settled. That little worry that had been biding its time as she was thoroughly swept up in a firestorm of lust and need all night. What now, Lara? She only wanted to think as far as the day they had ahead of them, enjoying the comicon together before her plane ride home…
Oh shit. Home. She knew what awaited her at home. A pack. A full moon. A fiancé. Alexander. Engaged for a day, and she’d already cheated. She was so screwed. And there was Cheri, her voice filled with the promise of sex… At least Cheri kept her promises. What Lara wanted versus what Lara could have were suddenly thrown into stark, brutal contrast. Cheri leaned over, pressing a sweet kiss to Lara’s mouth, and she whimpered, melting into the touch, utterly, unforgivably unable to pull away from something she wanted with such desperation. They had one day left together, at least let it be a good day.