01-16-2012, 12:12 AM
He could feel her shuddering under him, and he growled softly, a soft growl of delight that he was pleasing her. He bit gently on her shoulder as she cried out his name, licking the small sting gently. He was her first, he was her only. She would belong to him for all eternity. The idea of her by his side thrilled him, even as he thrilled by the sensation of her walls tightening and loosening around him, the contracting of her silken heat driving him onward.
He bit her shoulder again, a little more possessively as he began thrusting a little harder, a little faster. Hr sheath milked him as she writhed under him, her hips meeting his every stroke, her breathing as quick as his. He fancied he could feel her heart beating in perfect sync with his own. She was his.
Even while he continued his rhythm as ancient as time it self, in the back of hisd mind he was having an epiphany. He was inside of her. He swore he could feel her mind inside his, her heart inside his, even as his rigid, swelling member was buried in her sweet hot sheath. They were two wolves, but this act of love making had made them one. And when he spilled his seed inside of her, there was the possibility of the two of them making their own legacy, their own offspring. The thought left him in awe before a wave of pleasure washed over him, making him groan.
He could feel his knot swelling. He pressed himself into her deeper and harder, forcing the swelling knot to seal off her womb. Part of him knew it would hurt. Part of him wanted it to hurt. And then any tangible thought flew away as he exploded, hot jets of his seed spurting inside of her, filling her womanly pieces with his essence. Part groan, part growl, all triumph came from his lips as pleasure and relief washed over him.
It hadn't been that intense with Gemma. Perhaps because their time with each other had been pure lust, and not the hot burning love that he and Ayasha shared. He murmured her name, easing his weight to the side to pull her against him, his knot still locked inside of her. He kissed her lips, kissed her face, ran his fingers through her mane. It had been worth waiting for.
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He bit her shoulder again, a little more possessively as he began thrusting a little harder, a little faster. Hr sheath milked him as she writhed under him, her hips meeting his every stroke, her breathing as quick as his. He fancied he could feel her heart beating in perfect sync with his own. She was his.
Even while he continued his rhythm as ancient as time it self, in the back of hisd mind he was having an epiphany. He was inside of her. He swore he could feel her mind inside his, her heart inside his, even as his rigid, swelling member was buried in her sweet hot sheath. They were two wolves, but this act of love making had made them one. And when he spilled his seed inside of her, there was the possibility of the two of them making their own legacy, their own offspring. The thought left him in awe before a wave of pleasure washed over him, making him groan.
He could feel his knot swelling. He pressed himself into her deeper and harder, forcing the swelling knot to seal off her womb. Part of him knew it would hurt. Part of him wanted it to hurt. And then any tangible thought flew away as he exploded, hot jets of his seed spurting inside of her, filling her womanly pieces with his essence. Part groan, part growl, all triumph came from his lips as pleasure and relief washed over him.
It hadn't been that intense with Gemma. Perhaps because their time with each other had been pure lust, and not the hot burning love that he and Ayasha shared. He murmured her name, easing his weight to the side to pull her against him, his knot still locked inside of her. He kissed her lips, kissed her face, ran his fingers through her mane. It had been worth waiting for.
((WC:404))