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Love Under the Moons

A nubis

I love this female too much. If I leave her side for more than a few hours, it’s hard to keep visions of her out of my head.

It must be my animal DNA, but her smell is one of the only things that makes our separations tolerable. It got me through my mission to protect the king from the assassination attempt. She was only embarrassed for a moment when I proposed taking her panties with me. When she handed me a fresh pair, my eyebrows lifted in silent question. Surely she understood it was her scent I needed, not the fabric itself.

She thrust the clean scarlet panties toward me on the palm of her hand and said, “I thought you’d have a good idea about how to make them smell like me.” It was one of the most arousing bed-play sessions we ever shared when I nudged them inside her, made her come until she was too tired to move, then pulled them out with my teeth. They haven’t left the little pouch on the belt of my kilt since that day, although maybe it’s time to start with a fresh pair. I smile, knowing what we’ll do first thing tomorrow morning.

That’s for tomorrow, though. Now I trace up her inner thigh with my tongue. I go as slowly as a male can move until Sadie’s muscles quiver in anticipation. My cock kicks in response.

Then I pounce, penetrating her channel with my tongue. She’s drenched for me. She always is by this point in our mating dance. I could lap at her feminine juices for days on end, but she never allows it to go on long enough. She demands fulfillment when she’s desperate enough. I’m just the male to make her that desperate.

“Fuck me,” she urges.

I nip her inner thigh in response. She’s not nearly needy enough. She’s toying with me. Seeing if I’ll relent first. Never.

Instead, I attack her delicious channel with my tongue, delving deep and finding all the spots inside that appreciate extra attention. When I simply graze her little clit with my nose, she squeaks with pleasure. That’s a new sound.

I try again to see if I can recreate it, but I’m only rewarded with moans and hip thrusts and a few more desperate pleas to “Fuck me.” My response, to shake my head vehemently, only serves to make her moan more loudly. That’s my mate. She never leaves me wondering if I’m pleasuring her correctly.

Her hands tighten on my shoulders, her fingers raking through my fur. Then her back arches and her pelvis thrusts against me. She’s close.

I’ve learned that I can’t prolong this moment too long. Just a few more licks and thrusts, and then I no longer use my well-placed nose nudges. Instead, I exchange that by circling her with the pad of my finger. She makes a sound that’s the combination of a cooing bird and a feline purr. Sometimes in the throes of passion, I wonder if she has some animal DNA in her, too.

I know better. This is just my Sadie abandoning her inhibitions so she can feel her pleasure more fully—and allowing me to watch. Her willingness to be herself with me gives me permission to show my true self to her. It’s freeing.

When I feel her walls pulse against my tongue and her nails pierce the skin on my shoulders, my finger circles more quickly and with a bit of added pressure. After such a long buildup, she screams her pleasure for all the forest to hear.

Birds squawk from all over the forest, complaining that she woke them. That’s my Sadie.

I allow her the swiftest moment to gather herself, then make her come again and again. In between each act of completion, I praise her, telling her how much I enjoy her bliss.

It’s only when she grips my cock and gently tugs it toward her entrance that I know her patience is at an end.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers as her pretty green gaze penetrates mine.

Without one second of delay, I slide into her drenched channel. My mood changes. All the fun and exhilaration of providing her pleasure fades away and the moment takes on weight. It’s serious.

My heart overflows with love for her. There’s so much I want to say, but now is not the time. Even if it were, for some reason no words come to my mind. I only latch my gaze onto hers, dive into her soul with my very being, and share myself with her.

My hips don’t slam into her the way they sometimes do when I can’t get enough of her and want us to come as quickly as possible. This joining is slow and serious and full of meaning. I take us to the point of no return several times. It’s a skill I discovered. When I purposely prolong things, each precipice we reach is higher than the last.

When I finally decide it’s time, my hips draw all the way out and all the way in again, like a piston in a machine. Sadie can’t speak. Her eyes are tight and she’s biting her lips. Her head is thrust back in the most beautiful look of passion I’ve ever seen on her face.

When I finally push her over the edge, her bliss is so deep she leans up and bites my shoulder so hard she draws blood. Knowing I brought her to this level of passion pushes me over the edge. I release into her in long, deep pulses, feeling my own pleasure matching hers.

I’ve never felt this way before. The highs of the aphrodisiacs were like a drop compared to the ocean of love and passion I’m feeling this moment.

I regret being in this damned tree. If we were in bed, I’d lie by her side. But maybe we couldn’t have gotten to this peak of pleasure without being in the open with the moonlight splashing down on us.

We’ve never talked about it, so I don’t say it out loud, but as I circle her in an embrace that tells her I love her times a thousand, times a million, I wonder if perhaps another miracle could happen. I wonder if the two of us might have made a baby tonight.