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I n the darkness of the night, outside the third floor of a tall, huge tower, two silhouettes pressed against the wall, kissing each other senselessly.

A strong hand left her waist to her hair, he grabbed a fistful of it. Urging it backward and applying pressure at the same time, she had no choice but to snap her head back, which raised her face up for him. She practically offered her mouth to him as a sacrificial lamb.

His head dived down and he took, like an avenging God. Sucking at her lips and nibbling at the soft flesh of it.

Ismena gave herself completely. Her eyes closed, a moan splitting from her lips. Pressing her shaky legs together in an effort to apply pressure at the ache in her womanhood, but her efforts were futile. She groaned in pleasure and frustration .

"Easy," With his other hand, he reached for her top, only for an irritated growl to emit from his throat as he touched the closed seam material, which reminded him that she has a dress on, instead of an easy blouse.

So, his hand shot to the zipper behind her back, and the sound of it opening filled the air as he dragged it down.

The cold air hit Ismena's back, only for a second, before the fire burning through her body overshadowed that feel. He yanked the clothes down, she helped him by withdrawing her hands from the sleeves.

He bared her breasts, letting go of the clothes to bunch around her waist. High, rounded globes with hardened pink-tipped nipples filled the line of his vision.

"Perfect." The guttural groan tore from his throat before his head lowered and his lips covered the nub, sucking it into his mouth.

"Jesus," Ismena's eyes rolled back into her head, she panted in harsh breaths as an exquisite pleasure that cannot be described worked its way down her body in a volcanic rush.

He sucked hard. And fast. And ravenously.

Each tug she felt at her cunt until the ache there was almost unbearable for her.

"Wolfariane...!" She gasped, drawing her shoulders in and pushing her chest backward in an effort to pull her sensitive breast away from his seeking mouth.

But, his lips held on, his hand going behind her back to pull her closer to him until she was plastered to his body completely. Letting go of the left nípple with one last hard tug, his head moved over to the right one. His lips covered the puckered flesh .

"Oh, God! Oh-my---Gawd!" She cried out as he drew from her as a man will hungrily sip from his favorite wine.

He sucked and licked and tugged and laved and nibbled until her body melted into his completely like candle wax, soft moans spewing from her throat.

Then, his hand snaked down, underneath the long dress that has ridden up her thighs. He pushed it up until it was bundled up her waist like the rest of the clothing, then, his hand touched her wet cotton panties.

"Fuck..." He groaned out loud. She was drenched. His hand caressed her clít

She jerked like she'd been electrocuted, a shudder moving through her body. With a simple tug, he tore the panties obstructing his way and cupped her pussy.

"You are soaked for me." He whispered into her ear, "Do you moisten for just anybody, Ismena? Do you cream your panties for every male out there?"

Ismena moaned softly, her cheeks flaming at his erotic words. She buried her face into his chest, pressing the aching part of her to his hand. "N-No, never." She breathed.

The wolf howled with pleasure, as satisfied as the man. "How bad do you want me?" He needed to hear it. They needed to hear it.

She shook her head against his chest, "Please," It embarrassed and aroused her, these intimate questions he was asking her.

She wanted nothing more than for him to ease the ache down there, but he isn't doing more than cupping her there. She tried to move her hips in an attempt to find that relief, but his other hand at her back moved to her hips and he stilled her movement .

"I need to hear you say it," Another whisper of hot air to her ear caused her to shiver. "Tell me from that pretty mouth of yours that is swollen from my kiss, how badly you want me to touch you down there... how badly you want me to feed your hungry womanhood with my fingers."

He paused, staring hungrily at that sensitive vein on her neck that calls to the deepest part of him. "Tell me how badly you want me to make you cum, Ismena."

"Oh, G-God...!" She gasped, shaking her head shyly against his chest. More wetness sipped from her body to his hand, tearing a growl from his throat.

He is almost suffocating with the scent of her arousal in the air, his cock as hard as granite.

"Say it." His calm tone belied the burning volcano he was feeling, his control on a tight leash. Tight enough, that he can risk a lick of her enticing neck. And so he did.

His head pressed closer to her neck, he buried his nose there and inhaled her sweet scent—without the smell of death—into his system. Then, his tongue darted out and licked THAT spot.

A sharp scream tore from her mouth into the night as waves of tsunamic pleasure cascaded through her body, threatening to bury her under its turbulence. "My God, Oh God! Please, oh please, I c-can't...!"

He licked, again.

She broke. "Touch me...! Make me cum..! Pleeeeeeease!!!" She cried out, unable to hold it in any longer.

Her body practically shook like a vibrating spring in his arms, harsh pants tearing from her throat as she went even wetter than she already is. He is killing her...! "Please, touch me! I want your fingers inside me...! I want your d-dick inside me! Fuck me...!"

The wolf roared inside him, and the man lost his sense of reasoning at that moment.

He raised a shaky leg from the ground to his waist, giving more room for him to settle better between her legs, he left it wrapped around his waist and returned his hand to that weeping part of her and plunged a fat finger into her.

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 cock 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. Fuck, 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 cock 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 fucking 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 fucks 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 begining to 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, she knows for sure that her doctor will have a fit if he finds out she engaged in such heart-straining activity.

But, how was she supposed to know it will be like this? She has never had any sexual 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, quickened, and jerked again. 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 and down 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 to 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 nipple 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.

"Fuck," Wolfariane knew it was a mistake to lick her essence when he got the first taste of it, and 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 cock is so hard now it bordered on pain. He untied the fastening of his pants, pushed it down, and freed his arching dick 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 is this size of him 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 orgasm 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.

"Fuck," 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 stretched 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, 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 fucks and leaves. Simple.

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

Troubling. Very Troubling .