Chapter 36

Ismena sobbed at the pleasure of it while Wolfariane let out a muffled groan to her neck at the intimate feel of her. Even with all those liquids, she squeezed his finger hungrily like her body wanted to keep him there. 

Unbiddenly, he imagined the way she will feel against his côck if she felt this way on a finger...and almost lost all control. 

Shit. As quick as the thought came, he shut his head to it. Instead, he concentrated on the soft pleasurable moans leaving her mouth repeatedly as he thrust that finger in and out of her.

He pulled his head away from her neck to see her attractive face drugged in pleasure, her head pressed to the wall behind her, her eyes closed. Fúck, she is beautiful.

He couldn't resist taking that red, pouty lips into another kiss, and he didn't try. As he ravaged her mouth, he added another finger inside her, swallowing her muffled cries. 

"Tight." He groaned into her mouth, his own côck weeping to be inside this woman. But he held on. 
Her channel is too small, too narrow. She is too tight for a male his size. 

Changelings are naturally more...endowed than humans. And he is more endowed than most Changelings. No, she isn't ready for him and he isn't ready to see this pleasure on her face wane, replaced by pain. 

So, he used his fingers. He truly began fúcking into her then. Hard. Fast. Harder. Faster.

His fingers speared into her in a set rhythm, he gave her a glimpse of what it'll be like if he fúcks her. Wild. Rough. Fast. Hard. Deep.

"Oooooooh...!" Ismena tore her lips from his, sobbing at the uncontrollable sensations dominating every part of her. She can feel the pressure begin building inside her. "Oh, God!" 

It wasn't gentle, it wasn't sensual. 
It was coming for her like a volcano, Ismena doubted if she can bear something like that. Her heart was beating too fast in her chest, and she knows for sure that her doctor will have a fit if he finds out she engaged in a such heart-straining activity. 

But, how was she supposed to know it will be like this? She has never had any séxual intimacy feel this good...this overwhelming.

His middle finger kneaded a sensitive part inside her that caused her eyes to water and made her cry out. 

"Ah... Found you." He whispered to her lips. Then, he pressed harder at that place, kneading it ruthlessly.

"Aaaaaah!" She cried out, her hand grabbing holding of his and squeezing tightly, "I don't think I c-can... I don't t-think I can..."
She swallowed tightly, almost mindless with what he was doing to her, "My h-heart... I don't think I can... Jesus." She was blabbing, she couldn't help herself.

"Your heart can. You can. You will." He focused his attention on that angle and began forcefully thrusting his fingers there.

"Wolfe...!" Ismena came, screaming into the night. 

Her body jerked, shivered, and quickened and jerked. She tried to twist again from this overwhelming pleasure but his arm tightened around her, holding her closer to him. Her liquid bathed his fingers, trailing to his arm...to his elbow.

"God," he groaned. He has never seen any sexier female, and he's had more than his fair share of females. 

He battled himself, but not the mountain lion—that part of him was being too quiet. 
This time, it's the wolf so close to the surface feeding him with the urge to half-shift, bury himself deep inside her, and bite down on that sensitive vein in her neck to mark her completely as his.

He fought the urge. Badly. As he did so, he was still manipulating her crested body with his fingers until she was begging him to stop. His lips found a rosy nipple and he covered it with his mouth and sucked.

"Pleeeeeeease! Stoooop...! Oh God," Ismena was almost sure she wouldn't survive this experience. And, it's not about her bad heart this time around but the amount of pleasure he was assaulting her body with. 

Her legs shook so much and buckled.

She would have fallen but his arm pressing her to the wall prevented that move. He didn't stop until she has ridden the last of the wave and slumped against him. Her body was like liquid, all the bones in her body felt melted.

That was when he gently withdrew his fingers from her heat and let go of her highly-sensitized nípple with a pop. 

He raised his head and stared at her. Blue eyes held dazed, exhausted brown eyes. He raised his hand to his lips and licked her essence.

She made a shy sound in her throat like a worn-down puppy at the sight of it, but she couldn't even get embarrassed. She was too exhausted.

"Fúck," Wolfariane knew it was a mistake to lick her essence when he got the first taste of it, she burst his taste bud. He almost lost the thin rein he held onto for control. 

She tasted like sea salt, bleu cheese, and buttered toast. Addictive. Intoxicating.

His côck is so hard now it bothered on pain. He untied the fastening of his panties, pushed it down, and freed his arching díck from its confinement. 

Practically feeling her exhaustion and dizziness, he supported her firmly on the wall, his hand carrying most of her weight. Then, with his other hand, he guided her hand to him.

"Blood of... What the...?" Her eyes widened as she touched the wide girth of him. She made a move to look down, but he leaned closer and kissed her because he doesn't want to see that fear in her eyes. Not tonight.

No way this size of him is normal, Ismena thought dazedly. There is just no way. But, she couldn't give it much thought because the kiss killed the few brain cells that managed to wake from the orgàsm she'd been through, slaying off whatever thoughts she might have. 

As he kissed her, his hand showed hers how to pleasure him until she got the hang of it. Then, he withdrew his own hand, hers continued pleasuring him.

She couldn't hold all of him because of the wide girth, her fingers couldn't meet the heel of her hand but she managed, touching him the way he'd guided her.

"Yes," Low groans vibrated from his throat, making her bolder and more creative. She is giving him pleasure as he gave her. 

"Fúck," The sensations her soft, smaller hands were giving him were everything he'd ever imagined. It didn't take long before he came with a grunt, pouring himself into her hand and on her body.

Finally, he stepped back and she almost slid to the floor. So, he lifted her liquefied body into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom. 

He laid her on the bed, his eyes caressing her face and weak body, "You want to use the bathroom?"

"I really want to, but I don't think I can achieve that feat now..." She smiled a little, yawned, and stressed out on the soft bed.

"Wait here, I'm coming." He walked back to the balcony to get her shredded panties. He wasn't really surprised when he returned to see her fast asleep on the bed.

He watched her for a long minute, the wolf and man feeling very satisfied seeing her naked and covered in his jizz. Even from across the bedroom, he can scent her. 

She practically smells of him so much, the wolf was absolutely satisfied. The mountain lion was growling in anger.

Without much thought, he placed his finger to his mouth and licked again, hoping for more taste of her. 

He'd wanted a small taste, but when he got it, he couldn't resist licking every drop of her from his hand. It had been a struggle not to give in to the urge to go down on her and lick from the source. 

His brows knitted in thought. This is a wonder because he doesn't go down on women. 
In fact, a lot is a wonder tonight because he is not much big on foreplay either. He fúcks and leaves. Simple.

But, tonight he didn't even fúck her but he felt better...more relieved...than he had in a long time.

Troubling. Very Troubling.
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