Page 128 of Evil Hearts

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“ T his is weird.” He complains from the end of the hall.

”You’re an eight foot wolf man with braids in his mane. Of course it’s weird.” I roll my eyes and swing my feet from my place at the end of my bed. “I just want you to understand that night from my perspective.” I explain.

“Hey!” He grasps his braid defensively and points at me. “Resheph likes to braid hair and if you think you won’t have plaits all over from now on you’re delusional. He has four arms, you can’t fight him off!”

“I happen to adore the braid. And his four arms.” I put my hands up in surrender. “I find all of you irresistible. And that first night was no exception. You were right there, in the spot where the street light comes down through the skylight. You’d stood to your full height, I’d almost thought a dog had gotten in.” He chuffs and I smirk at him. “The closer you got, the more I realized I’d somehow been missing you.”

A beat of silence and then a seriousness falls over us.

“Ebon had been here a few nights before and I still considered that he had only been a dream. I was just starting to let go of the idea of him and there you were. A voracious predator here to eat me up.” I let my lascivious thoughts seep into my voice, hoping to speed things along because as always while in their presence I cannot stand my lust for long.

“You saw me, like that ?” I hear him swallow as he takes an eager step forward.

“Very much so.” I nod gravely. “And how cruel, that I had to pretend you weren’t here? I just knew, something told me if I let it be known I would never see you again. And that wouldn’t do. So I had to be patient. An awful thing.”

“Awful.” He agrees as his tail wags behind him.

“Didn’t you smell it though?” I ask. “With that mighty nose of yours, my need ?”

“Didn’t I?” He asks and clears his throat, shaking himself out of a trance. ‘Um, no. No I didn’t.”

“Hmm. Shame.” I spread my legs slowly and lean back on my hands. “And now?” I’m already panting, ready to shred away my clothes and have him rutting into me.

I see him shudder with what I hope is the last of his restraint. He takes the last few steps into the room and to the edge of the bed. I feel waves of heat and chilled air take turns against my skin in the narrow space between us. His chest expands and that crimson blush inside blooms with his deep breath.

“ Divine .” He snarls and I feel my pussy quivering at what those vibrations could do for her.

I sit up to remove my shirt, only now realizing how ridiculous I’ve looked this whole time in my 5X T covered in photos of Gordon Ramsey and fluffy socks with grippy paw prints, fitting, on the bottoms. My hair hasn’t been brushed and sits in various tangles all over. I beam at him because honestly, we’re a match.

Two wild creatures ready to be lost in each other.

With my shirt gone, I’m in my lacy panties he snaps on my hip with another wolfish chuff, and my socks. Tits up with a smile and an eagerness to please. No reservations.

“You’re so pretty.” He strokes my face with a claw and my shoulders rise in a girlish squee at the cutesy term.

“And horny.” I sigh dreamily and he sputters and blinks. “I’m very forward, Ismael. You’ll learn this.” He nods placatingling and drags that claw between my breasts and over each of my nipples until each are vulgar points.

Forget breathless. I’m already seeing stars and we haven’t even started. Give me another one of those time jumps and wake me up with him balls deep please! But don’t. I’m loving this.

“So soft.” He groans.

His free hand drops to his groin and palms, what I can see is a generous erection. Although, he looks a bit baffled by it. My hips shift imagining what it must feel like gliding through my slickened slit and I mewl with want.

“Touch it?” He asks pleadingly, like he wants us to explore this new thing together or not at all.

The words are barely out and I’m on my knees before him reaching for the fastening on his pants.

“Are these-” lace, they’re made of lace. What I had seen underneath was him. Fascinating . I release the delicate tie holding them and they fall away silently into a pool at his feet.

I didn’t dare have expectations, I won’t for any of them, but I didn’t think I would see an entirely human penis attached to this massive wolfish man. Well, mostly, it’s still that crushed velvet and cool to the touch with resonating heat beneath. I stroke it with reverence and bathe in the sounds that seep from him as I do.

Like with his chest, there’s a crimson blush above his heavy sack that thrums with the veins in his shaft. As if it has its own heart that beats there. I know the feeling . I want to know how it feels against my tongue.

And so, I lick him.

His massive palm lays heavy on the top of my head as my tongue runs from bottom to the top of his shaft and around the pulsing tip. A creamy drop waits there, baiting me in for more and I don’t make either of us wait.

I’m in no regards a professional, but I am passionate. I employ my whole tongue and my cheeks to offer as much sensation to what I believe to be the most sensitive parts of him as I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can manage. I pace myself so I don’t lose my breath and rise and fall on my knees to keep from growing stiff. That’s his job .

“This is nice.” He sighs and spit dribbles down my chin as a chuckle a little at the wonder in his voice.

I lean back to lick away the mess and he takes the opportunity to lift me under the arms and toss me onto the bed. I squeal and gasp as he flips me over and adjusts me onto all fours, heat ravishing my whole body. I can feel pin pricks all across my scalp and a fever across my face as my adrenaline kicks into high gear. He’s finally stepping on the gas.

“Much longer and I’ll have to share.” He seems to think I need an explanation.

I’m about to assure him I don’t but all I can do is drop my face into the blankets and groan like wildebeest when I feel his carnivorous tongue lap at me from my clit to my tailbone over my panties and leave me in even more of a sopping mess. My panties are torn away and the sting sends wetness trickling down my inner thigh that he licks away with an eager growl. I feel his claws at the top of my socks and then he pauses.

“Actually, these stay.” He taps the sides of my feet with a happy hum and resumes licking and lapping at me from my ass to my shoulders as he climbs onto the bed and mounts me from behind, his cooling fur offering the slightest relief to my feverish skin.

One hand slides around to lift me by my throat out of the blankets and I push my ass back against him, finally using my arms to hold myself up again.

“Can’t have you suffocating.” He says with a soft nuzzle against my temple followed by the softest press of his tongue. Like a peck, a kiss.

I sigh in contentment.

He leans back, his hands sliding along my sides and adjusting me accordingly. I wonder if he’s stalling, waiting for me to back out of this. I’m about to press the issue vocally and then he’s pressing into me.

There’s cold pressure, sizzling vibration, and then bone melting warmth that sets my whole body ablaze. All at once a heat is ignited and I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop. Hopefully someone shows up and hooks me up to an IV because I don’t think I’ll be able to pull myself away.

I feel claws rend into my flesh and the sensation goes directly to my clit. As he begins to pump in and out I feel it as that pulse at his sack starts to match the one in my center, not my pussy, but my soul . I feel us meld together into what we’re meant to be, becoming one.

I press back, matching him thrust for thrust, meeting him for every motion. Thoughts disperse and desires collide. With every bead of sweat I grow more and more excited for what’s to come. This is what I have with him. And I’ll have his brothers too. I know it. I feel it.

Just before I feel myself crash over the crest of my orgasm, he pulls away and I emit a very displeased noise that he meets with a chuckle. I spin on him to demand that he finish his newest duty but I slump back on the bed with renewing desires.

“We have company.” He waves a hand at still nude Ebon, and a still shy Resheph at the doorway, although he doesn’t look as though he’ll be poofing away this time.

“I see.” I try to appear put together and put out as I brush my hair out of my face. “Well, let’s talk so we can get to the good stuff huh?”

After a serious discussion on where everyone’s boundaries are in this, we were all more than ready to get to that good stuff I had mentioned. Gnocchi, who adored his nickname, isn’t comfortable with being touched. And that’s okay, because he is more than happy to have me look at him now. See him. So for his part in this, he will spectate and admire.

I rest atop Ismael, my thighs spread over him with his cock where it belongs, seated deep inside of me. Sweat dances down my spine to meet the numbness at my tailbone, a neat trick Ebon discovered when I voiced exactly where I wanted him. I’ve never tried anal, but the idea of a rotating spiraled dick sliding in and out of me while I’m pummeled by my sensitive wolfish lover at the same time? Goals.

”Ready?” Gnocchi asks in his highly unique overlapping voices.

I smile and nod emphatically, Gasping when he shocks us all and takes my hand in his. Our palms meet with a soft brush like wheatgrass in a spring breeze and I smile at him. It’s everything.

They’re everything.

“Ready.”