Sunday, December 22nd Pt. 2

“A little faster. I’m almost there.”
I concentrate back on what I’m doing and discover, she’s not the only one. The growing feeling coming from my pelvis hits my brain hard, my breath is coming in heavy pants and it takes everything I have not to moan and groan myself. It’s unexpectedly intense yet familiar. How can it be familiar? Jessa told me at Shadowlands that I was a virgin when I left Crimson Dawn and she couldn’t believe that I would lose it randomly knowing that my fated mate was waiting for me. So how is this feeling so familiar? I don’t have time to contemplate as my increasing speed has both of us panting hard.
“When…. I…. cum… it… will…. trigger…. your…. release. You… will… only…. have… a… few… strokes… before…. you…. need…. to… bury… yourself… deep.”
She pants through as she gets closer. She screams her release as her body pulsates around me. Her contractions against my shaft squeeze down hard and I can no longer hold back. I grunt and groan my way through my own orgasm, my expanding glans reminding me that I don’t have much time. I curl my body into my mate, pushing hard against her to get myself properly placed. She yelps hard as her sensitivity has increased making the growing pressure against her womb a painful sensation.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper in her ear as I hold her tighter.
Her whimpers persist as she starts to fight. She knows she can’t tolerate the pain of the tie combining with her heat cycle but it’s too late to pull out.
“Bite me if you need to but you can’t fight.” I whisper as soothingly as I can.
“It’s hurting you.” Her voice wavers with the desire to cry.
“It’s not the pleasure others have spoken of but it’s easier to handle than what I felt when I woke from my coma.” I try to reassure her.
She nods as she leans her cheek against mine.
“It’s okay to fall asleep while we wait for the tie to release. I’ll be gentle when I clean you up.”
“You don’t need to do that.” She whispers, calmer than I expected.
“Are you okay? You’re suddenly very calm.” I can’t control the sudden worry.
She hums softly as she encourages me to lay even closer.
“I can handle some of your weight.”
She puts pressure on my shoulders as she talks. I readjust my body so that I’m closer to her, taking advantage of my position, I snuggle even deeper into her neck. She takes a deep breath in and hums again as she lets it out, leaning her cheek against me again. I want to stay like this but her relaxed state is bothering me. The first tie is supposed to be the hardest to handle.
“Jessa, please. Are you okay?”
“I promise you, I’m better than okay. I’m not naive enough to believe that this is all I need. I’m certain the cramps will come back.”
“How long before they do?” I cringe as I hear myself ask.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re too eager to do this again. Is it hurting that bad?”
“I will do what you need. If we need to tie every four hours for the entirety of your heat I will find a way to achieve that.”
She runs her hand through my hair trying to calm the panic that I’m fighting to hide.
“The recommendation is three times a day unless the couple achieves what we seem to have.”
“What’s that? What’s special about us?”
“While I don’t have anything to compare it to, it feels like you have a large, firm tie. Such a situation results in unusually long ties. The average werewolf will remain knotted five to ten minutes as the additional fluids released in five minutes increases the pregnancy rate by forty percent. Fated mates who can not tie or the tie is less than five minutes tend to have a lowered rate of pregnancy and don’t conceive multiples. It is considered a fertility issue unique to werewolves. Males who encounter a larger, harder tie will often maintain their tie for a significantly longer time. The normal low end is fifteen minutes but up to an hour has been recorded before the bulbous gland has relaxed enough that they can leave their mate without hurting them.”
“I know your cramps occur because you were mistreated but where does this increased knot come from in males?”
“Some legends say that only the most gentle and loving males will be rewarded with a long tie. Others say that a long tie is indicative of a male destined to do great things. To change the very world we live in. So far there’s no scientific evidence to support either of those. There’s also nothing that supports this change in a small percentage of males as being a result of rape or other sexual mistreatment. The only thing that is known is those males tend to have a lot of kids.” She yawns as she finishes her explanation. “If I remember my research into unique sexual traits correctly, long, hard ties have the best effect on women who are diagnosed with uterine dystonia.”
“Is that what you have? But Deven felt so strongly that it was Hypersexualization Disorder that he gave you that medication and it worked long enough to get us home.” I ramble off as the conversation is taking my mind off other things going on.
“Based on my symptoms, yes, but I’ve never been officially diagnosed as I have not had normal heat cycles. It is also possible that I have both as they have overlapping symptoms.”
“Why are these males more helpful?” I again try to keep the conversation going.
“The longer the tie the more fluid gets released. The more fluid you leave against my cervix the longer the muscles relax.” She yawns again.
“Are you certain you’re okay with me falling asleep? You seem disturbed by the tie.”
“I’m okay. You get some rest.” I lie about my comfort but something tells me it’s not the first time.
She snuggles into me just as deeply as I try to snuggle into her. I’m desperate for her scent without any knowledge as to why. She falls asleep easily and her gentle snoring is all I’m left with. It’s a relief that she’s found relief, even if I find it strange that it worked the very first time. I’ll have to ask about that later.
I attempt to concentrate on my breathing, a slow count to ten both in and out. I must admit that I’m completely exhausted yet I have so much adrenaline going on that it’s just not possible to sleep. As much as she needs a long tie I’m praying to Diana that it’s not the hour she spoke of being possible. I’m uncertain how long it’s even been but this position is certainly causing my back some serious pain. At least it takes away from the pain coming from my bulbous glans.
I tug ever so slightly backwards to see what, if any, give there might be. She whimpers and squirms beneath me telling me I’m still much too big to leave. I push myself the slight distance I had moved back to where I started easing any discomfort she was feeling but I’m struggling badly with being stuck inside her. I don’t like the inability to move and it’s adding to the panic I’m already feeling.
I understand hers. She was raped many times during her most sensitive and vulnerable time. I don’t need details to understand what that did to her emotionally yet she was ready, more than ready to have me. I’m the one having an issue.
While my sex education classes revealed that ten percent of men will experience pain that persists for the duration of the tie for several ties, my issue started well before that. With every stroke I made inside her it grew. The confusing mix of sensual bliss and stomach churning panic. The same extreme sense of something being wrong, of some unknown impending doom has invaded my every thought and it’s taking everything I have not to run. I keep my head tucked near her neck as it’s the strongest place for her scent and it’s the only thing keeping me sane as I fight the desire to run for the bath and scrub myself raw. This is making no sense to me. What is wrong with me? How is the most loving experience I’ve ever known causing me so much pain? What the hell happened to me? Goddess please. Why the fuck am I so afraid?