Sighing contentedly, she leaned forward into his arms. They kissed, slower this time, but with even more feeling. His touch made her shiver, his tongue battled hers, won, and explored her mouth, her lips, while his hand slid down the curve of her spine to palm greedily at her ass, kneading and squeezing each round cheek.
At some point their lips parted and she sat up, a little dazed and a little cock-crazed. She began to bounce, rising and falling in his lap, ass jiggling, his cock filling her nicely. Even in this form he was exceptionally large, and the pleasure she derived from riding him in a fully-coherent, sober state was perhaps even better than the night before when he'd ravaged her.
The memory of that--how he'd taken her so thoroughly, fucked her, knotted her, made her scream--caused her pussy to spasm and a moan to burst from her lips. Sweat beaded at her brow. Her clit ached. The bed creaked with every fourth or fifth bounce. She badly needed more of this. Had needed it for a long time.
A little impatiently perhaps, Vereesa increased the speed at which she rode him, leaning forward and splaying her hands on the bed for stability as she undulated her hips, grinding and fucking herself onto his wonderful cock. He liked it too, she could tell. His mouth was open and his gaze lustful as he watched her ride his shaft, in control and yet not as she bounced and swayed, breasts jiggling enticingly. Whether or not she was truly in control didn't matter to her; she liked riding him, liked the way he felt inside of her, and the way he looked at her with such fierce hunger in those beautiful gray eyes of his only increased her own pleasure as well as her inexplicable desire to please him.
His hands came to grasp at her as if they couldn't let go, caressing her back and feathering down to her ass, making her skin tingle. He groped and held her milky white cheeks as she bounced, squeezing them possessively and spanking her big booty every now and then in order to elicit husky moans and keen yelps.
But his touch wasn't forceful; he didn't guide her as he had done earlier when she'd given him head. She was still in control of the speed and tempo at which she bounced on his cock, of the delicious friction between their bodies. Biting her lower lip, she closed her eyes and focused on reaching the orgasm that was fast approaching her, building and building with every downward thrust of her hips.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Ride my cock, Vereesa."
Another sharp slap on the ass urged her even closer to climax. She moaned pathetically, opening her eyes and looking down at him. Sitting up, he brought his head to her chest and took a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and groping at her other breast.
Pleasure surged through her and she gasped from the unexpected contact, her pussy clamping up around him as he alternated between licking, kissing, sucking, and even teething at her breasts. It was almost too much to bear, his cock stretching her pussy, his hands and mouth making love to her body. Her breathing quickened, taking in sharp gasps of air, and when he bit her nipple she cried out in a surprised, womanly voice. Pain briefly shot through her, but pleasure followed like a tidal wave. He noticed her reaction, did it again, and she moaned loudly--a whine more than anything--and desperately fucked herself down upon him, grinding her clit needily against him.
The twisting of her nipple and biting of the other finally sealed her fate. Vereesa trembled in his grasp, bucking her pelvis and groaning as a climax whirled through her tight elven body. The tonguing and teething of her breasts didn't stop, extending her orgasm and making it more delightful, more powerful. Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clenched around his tool, and when she finally came back down to earth she was panting, her eyes fluttering.
For a short, wordless period they clung to each other, her recovering and he fondling her breasts like an obsession. But then he took control, shoving her back onto the bed, hard but not overly so.
She hit the sheets with an
ooph,
eyes wide with surprise and her breasts jiggling before coming to a stop. Above her, his muscular body crowded her smaller figure, trapping her beneath him. Before she could say anything or do much more than gawk, the now-familiar head of his cock prodded at her folds, slicking teasingly through them before he canted his hips forward and claimed her in one fell swoop.
"Gerard!"
The name escaped her without thought, reason, or conscious decision. Similarly, her legs spread to give him ease of access, while her arms fell back above her head, fingers curling and uncurling with every thrust into her core. Hard to think. Hard to do anything but voice her satisfaction. Groaning and gasping, she squirmed as he ploughed her with such raw force she could feel the heavy weights of her big tits flail and her head spin like a top. Inside of her belly, tension compounded with every deep stroke. Her mind became clouded with pleasure, her voice louder and louder.
She moaned his name again, eliciting a response of increased speed. His frenzied hands grasped her under the knees, spreading her toned legs as he saw fit, splaying her out and giving him all the access he could possibly need to pound her pussy into a drooling, well-fucked mess. In this position nothing was hidden from him: not the silver tuft of hair atop her mound nor the way her pink pussy gripped his fat cock, happily yielding to his strokes.
Sparkling with sweat and glowing with feminine vitality, she looked gorgeous beneath him, an elven beauty of profound proportions and heavenly curves. The way her face twisted in such erotic fashion spurred him to further and further heights of sexual longing, his balls slapping against her ass as he leaned in and pounded pounded pounded into her.
More strokes. She moaned sweetly, eyes closing for seconds at a time then reopening, quite literally glowing with passion. Her big tits wobbled atop her chest, and he cursed in disbelief.
"You're beautiful."
It took a second to register, but when it did the heat in her loins raced up to paint her face beet red. Embarrassed, she looked away and hid her face behind a hand, the sensation of his cock filling and stretching her mixing with a new, unknown sensation.
Why was she blushing? Why did she feel this way over a simple compliment by a shapeshifting stranger? She was the Ranger-General of the Silver Covenant, not an inexperienced peasant girl. Yet...
The thoughts tumbling around in her brain only made things worse, and although she couldn't see, she would have sworn that her blush deepened.
Gerard's thrusts didn't stop, but they did slow to a steady, measured pace. Deep and long, he buried himself to the hilt with every stroke, and when he got the damnable idea to bring his thumb to her clit, she gasped, eyes widening and hand moving away from her face to clutch at the sheets. He petted her sensitive nub while he fucked her, building her up so easily it almost seemed unfair to her.
By this point it was all too easy for him. The expert dicking he was treating her to and the rubbing of her clit proved to be overwhelming. The tensely bound coil in her stomach shattered, and she cried out in orgastic ecstasy, back arching off the bed, pussy quivering and her gorgeous elven body trembling in delightful gratification.
When full, sober consciousness returned she laid panting, chest rising and falling, body tingling with the afterglow of a glorious climax. Catching her breath, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to briefly wander to questions unanswered. Particularly, the question of just how intelligent it was to have unprotected sex with this man. And beyond that, why was she doing it? Why did she feel such an attraction to him, such a primal urge to be...
Bred? The mere mention of the word thrilled her, and the logical part of her immediately deduced that her connection to this man was not logical but wholly primal. An instinctive, elemental urge. Motherhood had been, and still was, the greatest joy in her life. And now with this man both her body and at least part of her mind seemed to scream at her to bear this shapeshifting wolf-man's children.
