He put a hand aggressively around her back now and pulled her to him. Looking into her face, Colson considered asking permission to kiss her, but he saw in her eyes that he already had it. At long last, this wild thing who was not to be tamed was his. At least for the moment he could have her, and maybe even begin to satisfy the animal lust that had eaten away at him from within.
And so he kissed her. Her lips were soft; swollen even, and deep pink from her arousal. As his mouth and tongue explored hers he could think of nothing but her scent and how good she felt in his arms. How right. And how delicious she tasted, her tongue like a ripe piece of juicy mango against his own, sating his never-ending thirst for her body.
Zoe felt the sweet agony of desire as her body was crushed against his, only the thinnest lace separating her breasts from the bare chest pressing into her. Her hips were pulled tight against his own and, though her head swam from the most passionate kiss of her life, she was acutely aware of his growing shaft which pressed inside his jeans, hardening and thickening against her.
Mindful of the delicate lace covering her breasts, Colson slid the right strap of Zoe’s bra down, pulling at it gently. He kissed the curve of her collarbone, making his way downwards. By now her nipple was visible, protruding hard and deep pink beneath the lace, and when his mouth arrived, he bit it softly through the white fabric, allowing his fangs to protrude for a moment. Zoe felt a sharp point threaten to pierce her flesh, gasping at the thought of how much she wanted him to leave his mark on her. Had she bled, she would have been all too happy to have him lick at it with his perfect tongue.
But the sharpness dissipated and hot, sweet lips pursed around the nipple, sucking and hardening it as Colson feasted on her.
“Oh…God…” Zoe let out a deep moan, her panther purring with delight. “This is so much better than my fantasies.”
“Is it?” Colson asked between bites. “Is it a fantasy of yours, Zoe, that I’m licking…and sucking…and biting…your beautiful, long, hard, pink nipples?”
“You may as well ask if I like chocolate and puppies,” she laughed.
“Do you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Colson pulled her left strap down now. This time, the cup of her bra fell away and her nipple stood bare, exposed before him. He leaned back and looked at it for a moment before licking his finger and gently massaging its tip. The beautiful bud which had seemed so hard a second before now seemed more like a diamond, so firm that it couldn’t get any more so.
“Jesus, you have gorgeous breasts,” Colson moaned.
He sucked it now, his fingers gently squeezing her right breast, a finger running over its hard bud as Zoe squirmed, her pussy in an agony of delight and throbbing ache.
“Colson,” she said.
“Zoe…” he seemed almost to ignore her as he alternated between her nipples, pinching and licking them in a steady rhythm.
“I need you to be naked, Colson. Now. I want to see you.”
He stopped and stood to his full height then, his broad, muscled chest before her, and slowly undid his jeans. Zoe moved back and watched, biting the tip of her index finger as she stood with her arms crossed, her breasts squeezed together, nipples pointing in eager anticipation at her new lover.
Colson slipped his dark jeans down to the floor, his thin cotton boxers doing nothing to conceal the throbbing hard-on which was doing its best to emerge from their opening.
“And the shorts,” commanded Zoe, who felt like she needed to pinch herself to prove that this wasn’t a beautiful dream.
Staring into her eyes, Colson dropped the boxer shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. He stood before her now, naked, tanned and looking like the greatest thing anyone had ever created. His thick cock, marbled with veins that betrayed all of his desire, was tipped with a drop of clear liquid. Its head was pink and engorged, looking like the most succulent, ripe fruit that Zoe had ever seen.
She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling its straps over her arms and letting it fall softly to the ground before unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them downwards slowly.
Underneath she wore a small white thong which barely covered her pussy, and when she stood and exposed it, she watched Colson’s cock twitch in appreciation.
She walked over and kissed him again, her tongue aggressive in his mouth as he drank her in, and then, backing up and keeping her eyes locked on his, she peeled the panties down and over one foot and then the other.
Zoe turned away from him, then bent to touch the ground, giving Colson a full view of her round ass. A few months earlier she could not have imagined doing such a thing in this body. But this man had said that she was perfect, and she believed that he meant it. She heard him moan in appreciation as he looked at her, knowing that his mind was focused on what it would feel like to enter her.
She stood again and turned to him. Without a word, she knelt before him and took his shaft in her right hand. He may have known, she thought, how significant this gesture was.
Zoe had been determined, all her life, never to kneel in front of anyone. And now here she was, her trust and faith in this man’s care and affection. All she wanted was to pleasure him. She wanted to make his head spin. And then she wanted him to fuck her.
“Zoe…baby…” he said as he watched her hand stroke his length. Her delighted face was focused on the round head of his cock.
“Yes?” she replied just before she allowed her tongue to lick the solitary drop of liquid from its tip.
“I want to taste you.”
“Yes, my gorgeous bear, but you must be patient. I’m busy.”
With that, she put both hands behind Colson’s ass and directed his cock into her mouth. The man gasped with awe and pleasure at watching her take him in. Somehow she’d managed to swallow his entire, impressive length, and he eased himself out as she sucked, her tongue encircling his shaft as he withdrew.
“Oh, God,” he moaned.
Zoe wrapped both hands around his length now and pursed her full lips just around the head, her tongue delicately exploring his slit as she felt the blood course through the throbbing veins.
“Sweetheart…” he said.
“Mmmm?”
“I would give almost anything to come in your mouth. But I need to taste you.”
With that he gently pulled her head away, looking down into her face. Her eyes were full of fire and excitement, the animal in her running on instinct. The animal which lived, in this moment, for pure physical pleasure.
Colson took Zoe’s hands and pulled her to her feet, then he kissed her again as he slipped a calloused hand between her thighs, pushing them apart. He moved his flat palm up into the moist pink between her legs and groaned.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered into her ear. “You want me.”
“Yes,” she replied. “I want that cock inside me. I told you so.”
“You can have my cock, beautiful. But first I’m going to lick your cream up. I need you to do something for me.”
He took her hand and pulled her to her small makeshift bed, laying her back onto the pillow.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I need you to come for me.”
“I…” she began, but Colson interrupted by sliding his thumb over her wet slit. He pushed her lips apart, teasing her insides with the promise of entry before pulling out again and rubbing the thick, wet tip over her clit.
Zoe sat up, leaning on her elbows and watching as Colson stared, enthralled, at the swollen lips before him.
With his right hand he pushed her thighs apart while he administered his delectable massage, his fingers teasing her delicate flesh.
“I told you I like pussies,” he said. “But it’s really this one that I was after.”
He looked up at her face as he eased three fingers into her opening. Zoe let out a cry and arched her back, her nipples pointing skywards, which only served to make Colson thrust at her again, his mind racing to t
he imagined sensation of his cock being squeezed inside her hot channel.
He leaned in now, his fingers going at her in slow, rhythmic motions as his tongue came down on her tormented clit.
Zoe wanted to roar, her panther letting out purrs that didn’t suffice. This was perfection. Never had she been with a man she’d wanted so badly. Never had she felt so utterly worshipped. Never had she felt worthy of it. But now she felt all of it, combined. And his tongue was encircling her firm bud, and he wanted her to writhe in ecstasy.
Colson’s delicate stubble rubbed against her flesh as he ate her, her cream on his lips. He lapped hungrily, no self-consciousness in him. He was an animal feasting on a long-awaited meal and there would be no interrupting him until he finished.
He teased her with the tip of his nose, which became slick with her cream before he let his tongue back at her, its gentle flicks rendering her mad.
“God,” she said, “I love seeing you between my thighs.”
“I love being seen by you,” he said, his tense muscles creating gorgeous, sculptural shapes as he gripped her legs.
His fingers pushed deep into her over and over again as she thrust her pelvis forwards to meet them.
“I could watch you do anything and get aroused,” Zoe moaned. “Mowing the lawn, changing the oil in your car.” Colson’s lips tightened around her clit as his tongue flicked at her in determined strokes. “I want to watch you masturbate,” she moaned, “to touch yourself….pleasure yourself…I would love to see that…”
Colson pulled a hand away from her right thigh and Zoe knew that it was going straight to his swollen length.
“Stroke your shaft for me,” she said. “Rub your beautiful cock.”
She felt Colson’s rhythm change as his fingers continued to fuck her, his other hand hardening his massive shaft.
“Do you want to be inside me?” she asked.
“Fuck, yes,” he said between mouthfuls.
“Good,” she said. “I want you, Colson.”
With that, she put her head back and closed her eyes, feeling herself tense under his mouth. She knew that he could feel it too, as his fingers were squeezed between her contracting, swollen lips.
Zoe let out a loud moan which could have frightened birds away as she came, her hips shooting upwards as Colson kept his lips and tongue wrapped around her flesh. His thick fingers were engulfed in her wet, pink channel which seemed now to be begging for his hard cock. But Colson wanted to milk Zoe’s body for everything it was worth before ending his meal.
His tongue didn’t stop stroking until Zoe’s hips had settled back onto the bed, the contractions of her cunt ceasing around his fingers. Now, Colson simply felt her warm tightness grasping him, reminding him of what was to come.
He loved up, allowing his fingers to slide with him up her torso, and he leaned over her, placing a hand on each side of her body.
“This is just like what I thought of,” she breathed, looking at his face, “when I masturbated for you.”
“Is it?” he asked. His smile was a thing of beauty.
“Yes. Except that now you need to fuck me, Colson.” His cock rested on her belly, pulsing and engorged.
“I will, gorgeous. There’s just one thing: I love your face,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “But…”
Zoe laughed and pushed him gently upwards, then spun herself around so that her back was to him.
“But…?” she said.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, his hands slipping under her hips. He pulled them upwards towards him, and she got on her knees, her ass exactly where he wanted it.
“This is my fantasy,” he said. “This is how I’ve wanted to take you since the first second I saw you.”
On her hands and knees, Zoe felt him tease her gently with the tip of his cock, sliding it up and down the length of her slit.
“You could make me come again like that, you know, baby, But I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Don’t make me beg.”
“I would never do that,” he replied with a hard thrust. Zoe cried out as his thickness shoved her open, her lips wrapping themselves around him.
Colson dug his fingers into her hot flesh as he pounded her, his eyes fixed on her ass, which seemed designed for him alone. He slowed his pace only to study his thick shaft, which was coated in her beautiful wetness, and he pulled himself loose so that he could just see the round, beautiful head of his member push her lips outwards, spreading the petals wide.
“Do you like being fucked, my gorgeous pussy?” he asked.
“I love being fucked,” said Zoe. “And hard. Can you fuck me hard?” she asked through gritted teeth.
Colson responded with a thrust, and then another, and then more, in rapid, violent succession.
“Yes,” she growled, “like that. Just like that.”
Colson’s entire body seemed to slam against hers as he pushed into her, her channel caressing him in tight waves of pleasure.
“Oh…God,” he said as he pounded her, the relentlessness of the sensation driving him to the brink of madness.
“Come inside me, my bear. Come for me. I want to feel it. I want your heat in me,” Zoe moaned.
“I will…I have to…I can’t stop…” he said as he sped up the pace still more.
There was silence before Zoe felt it: a spray of heat inside her, then another, and another, as he exploded for her, his cock finally granted what it had been desiring for weeks.
Zoe squeezed him, milking the last of his cream from the tip of the round head, as he sighed with pleasure. Colson let himself gently down onto her back, his arms wrapping themselves around her even as he remained inside her.
“God, I hope there’s a second date,” he muttered.
“There will be,” said Zoe. “But next time, remind me to turn the heat off under the stew.”
Twelve
In the days and months that followed, Colson came to the house each day to work on its completion. Some days he was there when Zoe got home, which meant a sweaty, shirtless man greeting her, tools in hand. His face and hers erupted into irrepressible smiles as soon as they saw one another, and never was Zoe clothed for more than a few seconds after coming through the trap door. Often she’d dash home in cat form to make her way up to see him, so that when she shifted back she would already be conveniently naked, ready for him. She was invariably aroused from his scent, which her feline nose picked up from hundreds of yards away.
“This will do me in,” said Colson one day after their fourth love-making session in twenty-four hours. “But it’s a good way to go.”
Saturdays, of course, little got done in the way of construction except during breaks between their exploration of one another’s bodies and nerve endings, and yet both lovers were perfectly satisfied with the progress on what was quickly becoming “their” house.
Zoe’s favourite pastime of all was to sit with him in the mornings, each wrapped in a soft robe, her head on his shoulder as they read the newspaper and drank coffee. There was something so utterly domestic about the activity; so contrary to their animal natures, and so peaceful. In those moments she felt as though nothing could ever disrupt her happiness, and more to the point, she felt that she now understood fully what it was to be happy.
The structure now had a roof, and before it had been installed they’d managed, with the help of the wolf pack, to transport large pillows, bedding, even a folding table and other furniture into it. From below it looked like nothing; they’d concealed the structure using loose and fallen tree branches. Anyone hunting Zoe who managed to get near the house would of course be able to smell her, occasional cooking, and a good deal of sex. But no one hunted her and the two were left in peace, happier, Zoe thought, than two people had any right to be.
By spring, the house was complete; its windows framed and insulated. The interior was painted a stark white which meant that the morning sunlight created a natural brightness which instantly threw Zoe into a good mood, though the naked
man wrapped around her managed to have a similar effect. She felt as though she’d been prescribed a drug which consisted of Colson, Wolf Rock and this idyllic lair of hers in the treetops. Nothing, she thought, could be better.
Zoe’s work at the school was teaching her as much as she taught the students. Her daily demonstrations of shifting meant that she’d gained a solid control over her abilities at last, and she was able to guide the children when they felt their first moments of transformation coming on. She told Colson one day that she felt a little like a midwife, helping someone to bring new life into the world. That was just what it was; a new body meant a new lease on life, and for most of the students the change was met with anticipation and excitement rather than fear.
By the time February rolled around, Zoe was settled into a life she’d never imagined: she had a partner whom she loved and who loved her, and she had a fulfilling role to play in society which made her feel like she was serving a genuine purpose and improving the lives of others. Everything was as close to perfect as it could possibly be.
It was on a day in late winter when Zoe had managed to tear herself away for a few hours to buy some much-needed new clothes that her world changed.
Wolf Rock seemed to have two seasons: summer and winter. In the winter months, tourists would flock to town as they had in the summer, sometimes just to look at the shifters and sometimes to ski. But most of those visiting were shifters themselves, often wanting to get away from a world dominated by humans and to be surrounded by their own.
Zoe wandered down the main street in early February, looking through windows at jackets and coats. She and Colson slept together, spending most nights entwined and warm in their human bodies. If the weather was particularly cold they occasionally shifted into their animal forms, winter coats of thick fur keeping them more than warm. But she still had to take the students outside at times and needed to invest in warm clothing for that purpose.
She entered one shop and tried on a few coats, and when she’d found one that was to her liking, she turned towards the cashier’s counter. It was then that she heard a familiar name.
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