Fur and Fangs #3
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While she drinks, I pet her hair. It’s extra fluffy after our nap, and as I stroke it, she makes a pleased little moan against my skin. The soft vibration shoots right between my thighs. The heat there is starting to get sticky. Isabeau must realize, because I can feel her full lips smiling around the sensitive patch of skin she’s sucking.
We stay like that for a couple minutes, her pulling from the artery in my neck, me trying to ignore the growing ache between my legs. It doesn’t hurt, but it goes from pleasant to uncomfortable pretty quick. My clit starts twitching as streams of wetness slide down my inner thighs.
Isabeau breaks her seal when she notices my squirming. I can tell from her glassy eyes she isn’t quite full, but she seems a little more awake. “Are you okay, Riley?”
“Just sore. Not ‘cuz of you. Changing takes a lot out of me.”
“Sore, huh?” Isabeau urges me to lie on my stomach. “Maybe I can help…” She straddles the backs of my thighs, running her hands up along either side of my spine to squeeze the tops of my shoulders.
Her cool palms feel like heaven on my overheated skin. “You’re an angel,” I mumble into the pillow.
Isabeau bends down to kiss the nape of my neck. “Not quite. But I do give pretty good massages.”
She kneads my shoulders until I’ve melted into a puddle on the comforter. All my knots dissolve under her circling thumbs, and I moan quietly whenever her warm lips touch my back. Sometimes her teeth nick my skin, but the little bites never hurt. They just make me shiver.
Isabeau moves lower, until her hands are in the middle of my back and her knees are pressing in on either side of mine. The heat between my legs is near boiling as she presses her thumbs into the dimples at the base of my spine. The muscles there are tender enough to coax a whimper out of me.
“Is this too hard?” Isabeau murmurs against my back.
“Nnn…” I can’t form words. I spread my thighs open, hoping she’ll get the picture.
She does. One of her hands pauses to cup the swell of my ass, and then she traces two fingers inward, heading between my legs.
Another jolt runs through me as Isabeau’s fingertips slide on either side of my clit. She doesn’t touch the tip, just strokes the shaft through its hood until I’m slippery and swollen. My stomach does a flip. This is a pretty vulnerable position for me, flat on my stomach with Isabeau sitting on top of my legs. But it’s also kind of nice. Sometimes, even the big bad wolf needs a little taking care of.
“This is what you needed, right?” Isabeau purrs. She places another wet kiss to the middle of my back, and I claw at the covers. I’m not just a puddle, I’m a whole ocean, and half of it’s dripping from between my legs into Isabeau’s hand. She stops rubbing my clit, moving her fingers down to my grasping entrance. “Do you want me inside?”
I bite my lip. My ears have started itching and my skin could sprout hair any second. But for once, I’m not afraid of it. Isabeau’s seen me as a wolf. Going feral is nothing compared to that.
“Yeah…”
Isabeau slides inside, slow and deep. Her fingers do things to me that just aren’t fair. She doesn’t thrust, but she hooks forward, searching for the puffy place that makes me howl. When she hits it, I’m a goner. Pressure shoots through me, and I clutch tight around her curling fingers, trying to hold them in place.
While I hit my peak, Isabeau slides her thumb over my clit. She rubs the tip this time, spreading my wetness around and around. She kisses a sloppy trail back up to my shoulder and takes a few more pulls from the base of my neck, but aside from the extra spike of warmth, I hardly notice. Between her fingers and her thumb, I’ve plumb forgot how to breathe.
By the time my hips stop quivering, there’s a sticky stain under me. I’m trembling all over, but at the same time, I’m totally relaxed. There isn’t a bit of tension anywhere in my body. Isabeau has worked it all out. I try to say something, a thank you at least, but all that comes out in a soft groan.
Isabeau releases me with a soft pop. “Better?” she whispers underneath my ear.
I blink to try and clear my head. I’m dizzy, but I don’t think it’s from blood loss. It’s gotta be the orgasm I just had. “Uh-huh…”
“Good.” She pulls out and drapes herself over me, almost like a cool blanket. Her springy curls tickle the back of my neck and her nose nuzzles into the crook of my shoulder. It’s comfy, but I can feel my strength coming back. Isabeau’s done so much for me already. I want to show her how much I appreciate her, too.
I squirm out from underneath her, tipping her onto her back. Isabeau looks surprised, but also pleased as I climb on top of her. “I thought you might go to sleep.”
“Naw.” I take her wrists, lifting them gently and urging her to wrap her hands around the slats in my headboard. “I’m a service top. We don’t leave ladies unsatisfied.”
Isabeau chuckles. “Service top? You didn’t look like a service top just now.”
“I know how to take turns too.”
Isabeau just grins up at me. Her smile is so bright, and even without the lights on, my glowing eyes can pick up the golden highlights in her brown skin. Well, if she doesn’t believe me, I’ll just have to prove it. I kiss her, teasing her lips apart with my tongue and guiding one of her knees around my waist. I start a subtle grind, pumping my hips until I feel her wetness paint my belly. She’s already hot and slick, a contrast to the rest of her skin.
I can tell Isabeau wants to wrap her arms around me, but she settles for both her legs instead. We shift and arch together, her clinging to the headboard, me holding her hips and helping her rub against my stomach. It’s times like this I wish I had a strap-on or something, so I could thrust inside her.
Isabeau seems to be managing just fine without one, though. She nips at my neck without biting down, making little whimpers every time I push against her. Her lips are spread open and she’s wet enough for me to feel the point of her clit as she bucks up into me. I tighten my abdomen. Apparently, the extra muscle that comes with being a werewolf can be useful.
“Riley…” She mumbles my name against my ear with ticklish breaths. “Yes, just like that…”
I keep hold of Isabeau’s hips as I kiss down her collarbone toward her chest. Her nipples are thick and dark, drawn into stiff peaks. I take one in my mouth, rolling my tongue around the tip. Isabeau arches, pulling the headboard hard enough to make the whole bed creak. I don’t care. This is a piece of shit bedframe anyway. If it breaks, it breaks.
As I kiss across to her other breast, Isabeau’s hips take up a faster rhythm. Or, they try to. I hold her steady, forcing her to go at my pace. I don’t want this to end too fast. I want to make her feel as good as she made me feel. I want to show her how beautiful she is, how much I appreciate her.
Isabeau’s thighs are soft and yielding as I slide my hands down them. I grip her ass, squeezing it in my hands, helping her lift as she rocks against my stomach. She’s close. She has to be, the way she’s twitching against me, beneath me. Even though I’ve already come, I’m aching too just watching her. Feeling her shudder and shake beneath me, smelling how ready she is to be taken, brings out more of my wild side than the full moon.
“Riley,” she gasps again, louder this time. “Baby, please, make me come.”
I groan into her chest. It’s hard to choose which part of that sentence I love most. I love the way she says my name, the way she calls me baby, and especially the way she’s begging me to come. I don’t have the heart to deny her. Isabeau’s been so good to me already. I bite the tender skin above her breast and speed up for a few more slippery thrusts.
Isabeau seizes up, throwing her head back and shivering all over. A rush of heat spills out of her, smearing my stomach, sliding everywhere. I can feel all her soft parts pulsing against my skin. It’s exhilarating. I’ve never made a girl come just by rubbing against her before. But as hot as it is, it doesn’t feel like enough. Isabeau’s hips are still giving short little jerks, and even tho
ugh she’s coming, her whines are getting louder.
I let go of my grip on her ass and bring one hand between us, slipping two fingers inside her. There isn’t even a bit of resistance. Isabeau stiffens, sighs, and I watch as a huge smile spreads across her face. Her silky walls clamp down tight around me, rippling and pulsing as she finishes coming in my palm.
I start thrusting, pressing the heel of my hand into Isabeau’s clit until I’m sure she’s finished. It takes a while, but she keeps her hands on the headboard through the whole thing. She’s a vision, graceful arms stretched above her head, her whole body open to me. I kiss light circles around her nipples until she stops trembling and the stream of heat running down my wrist subsides.
Isabeau’s eyes flutter shut for a moment, but when she opens them, they’re full of joy. “Okay,” she laughs, “you win. You’re a service top. For now.”
“I better be.” I kiss the point of her chin. “’Cuz you look happy as a Junebug.”
She giggles again and rolls her eyes. “Never stop talking the way you do, Riley. It’s cute.”
Normally, I would bristle at being called ‘cute’. But since it’s Isabeau, I don’t mind. “As cute as a golden retriever?”
“Cuter.”
Isabeau lets go of the headboard, winding her arms around me. I’m a little shocked the bed made it, but happier she’s holding me. “Hey, Riley…” She runs her fingertips down my back, digging one heel lightly into the back of my leg. “You’re still inside me.”
I have to swallow down the moisture that rises in my mouth. “Yup.” I can still feel her clenching faintly around her fingers.
“So…will you make me come again? Please?”
I catch her lips in a deep kiss and start thrusting. I doubt she’ll take long, but I’m gonna try and make it last.
About Rae D. Magdon
Rae D. Magdon is a writer and author specializing in sapphic romance and speculative fiction. When she felt the current selection of stories about queer women were too white, too strictly gendered, and far too few in number, she decided to start writing her own. From 2012 to 2016, she has written and published ten novels with Desert Palm Press, won a Rainbow Award in the 2016 Science Fiction category, and was runner up in 2015 for the Golden Crown Literary Award in the Fantasy category. She wholeheartedly believes that all queer women deserve their own adventures, and especially their own happy endings.
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