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I smena was barely aware of Alphose leaving. Wolfariane was kissing her again, his hand digging harder into her hips, this time around, drawing blood.

She winced into his mouth, her eyes watering. But she didn't fight him. Instead, she ran her hands around his back, down to his waist. Her breathing was harsh to her own ears.

His other hand went to her leg and lifted it to his waist, to settle in comfortably between her thighs. He thrust again, sharp and animalistic as the first time against her belly.

"Wolfar—"

His name was cut off from her lips as he sucked on her tongue. Making a sound of frustration, his back bowed and he thrust again. This time, he seem to have gotten his desired destination when his dick bumped her pussy.

She yelped at the forceful thrust.

He groaned in satisfaction, and slammed his hips to hers again, pressing her deeper into the wall. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Oh God!" It hurts. It's like a big hard pole is weighted in front of her, searching for ways to pierce through her body, and with each dead end he bumps, he grunts in rising annoyance.

"Please, wait...!" She tries to pull away but his claw-hands only tightened on her waist and her leg.

He bumped her again. Snarled in anger. Reached for her panties and tore it with one jerky tug of his hand.

"N-No, waaaaait!" She almost broke her waist at the way she twisted her body away from his. Fear filled her system. Thick fear that is threatening to suffocate her. And it felt very familiar.

Why does it feel so familiar?

Every move she learnt in self-defense class came popping through her head but she did her best to ignore them, knowing that it'll do more harm than good in this case. Then, a thought popped through her head.

Distract him. Then, do a blowjob. Wait, can she give a blowjob to something of THAT size?

She'd only given blowjobs before to her first and only boyfriend, John but the relationship ended more than five years ago. Then, she'd married her job and the rest is history. John was most definitely not THIS size.

With shaky hands, she lifted his shirt and sucked his turgid male nipple into her mouth. He groaned, pausing. With his cock already positioned to her opening. His hands holding her waist and leg loosened.

Then, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and looked up at him .

Three-colored eyes met her wide brown eyes and he snarled, "No." An animalistic monosyllabic word torn from deep inside him.

"Please..." Ismena didn't give in to the fear tearing through her. Instead, her eyes held that scary wild multicolored orbs of his and began unbuckling his black pants.

Fear, adrenaline and nerves made her hands shake. His pants undone, his díck sprang free. Her eyes went wide.

What the...!" Her mouth snapped shut, her head whipped up to meet his again.

Of course, she's deducted that he's bigger than most men from all the time he'd pressed against her thighs when aroused. Even when she'd given him a hand, she'd come to that conclusion too. But, even those occasions did not prepare her from coming face-to-face with this part of him.

Long and extra-thick he jutted proudly infront of her, visible veins trailing from the head to the root. And big. Very big.

He is... beautiful.

Beautiful...and oh-so-scary.

Suddenly, she was more than thankful to Alphose for his warnings and instructions. There is just no way THIS is fitting inside her. And—

He thrust forward, Ismena instinctively opened her mouth very wide to recieve him. His hard turgid flesh pushed past her lips and a growl tore from him.

Her lips was stretched wide, her eyes burned and watered, but she clamped her mouth around him and sucked, tasting him for the first time. He tasted earthly salt and male, and she wanted more .

"Mmh..." He groaned, before tangling his hand through her head to hold her in place.

Her mouth covered the thick head, stretching over it, sucking him inside as her tongue began to rub, stroke and tease the ultra-sensitive, hard throb of flesh just beneath the hooded crown.

The throttled, animalistic growl that tore from his throat again had her womb clenching, her sex flooding with moisture and heat. Suddenly, Ismena realized the power she has over this man.

The man within have always had control, but now...here, she might be the one kneeling but she holds all the power. It helped ease the overwhelming fear. She reveled in it.

"Oh yeah," he moaned as her tongue rimmed beneath the flared head, stroking and probing, learning every curve and rise of his straining flesh. “More.”

He flexed his hips, pushing his flesh farther into her mouth. Her moan vibrated around it, her fingers tightening as her tongue flattened and stroked what she could of his swollen cock.

His eyes glazed over the more. Green was there, but amber and blue shone brighter in that ocean that is his eyes.

“Yes.” He snarled, heat building on his skin as snaking fingers of pleasure wrapped around his cock and the tightened sac beneath it. Tingles of sensation chased up his spine, enclosing his scalp with static sensitivity.

He groaned weakly as her lips dragged back up the small amount of flesh she held in her mouth, caressing over the head then leaving it entirely as her tongue swirled over the tip. Wolfariane pushed up to her mouth, groaning as if with the need to have her mouth envelop him again .

The more she did, the easier it became until Ismena was completely relaxed and sensually lapping the precum from his thick flesh, moaning low on her throat at the aphrodisiac taste of him.

Her teeth scraped gently, adding a sharper sensation, but no less pleasurable before her tongue laved over it again.

At the overwhelming sensation she gave him, the mountain lion barked in defeat and retreated to the deepest part of his mind, hating the pleasure and hating the specie giving it to him.

With that part of him retreating, Wolfariane was able to achieve a semblance of calmness for the first time. His claws retracted and his hand tightened in her hair.

“Suck it.” The hard growl accompanied the slow slide of his enlarged flesh back in her mouth.

She enclosed it firmly, willingly, straining to take a major size of him into her mouth but moaning at the same time. The sound echoed around the portion of his erection trapped within her mouth, causing the entire shaft to pulse.

Slicing shards of pleasure shot into his balls as the muscles of his abdomen clenched in spasmodic reaction. Sweet heavens.

He fucked into her mouth, holding her hair in a firm grip, relishing the snug drag of her lips, the flickering whip of her tongue. And all the while he watched her. Stared at her eyes darken, her cheeks hollowing out, her lips sliding over his díck.

"Oh yeah. There you go." he groaned as he rocked slowly back and forth, every muscle in his body tightening as he fought his release. "Suck it. Suck it deeper. "

Her tongue flattened further along him, rasping tissue so sensitive he wanted to roar with the pleasure of it. He pushed back, filling her mouth, breaching past her barrier of comfort in taking him.

Her moan of protest filled the air as he slid too far, but he didn't pull back. She gagged. He did not relent.

She could take more. He knew she could. Heavens help him, he needed her to.

"Breathe through your nose. Relax." He ordered roughly, staring down into her wide eyes filled with fear and excitement gauging if it was fear or excitement lighting them.

He felt the hot depths of her mouth relax marginally, her tongue losing a bit of its desperate tension. "Yesss," he hissed in pleasure. "You can take more, Ismena. Just relax. Relax."

Her name on his lips did it for her. Ismena relaxed completely, knowing that she has him.

He is right here with her, and not there. There, that place was when he was roaring out in agony to the skies. There... wherever that dark place he'd slipped into earlier is.

"Yesss," Tore from his lips as he left her jaw loosen around him. He slid slowly inside her mouth as he chanted the word to her.

She took the smallest amount more. Enough to have him shiver in quaking pleasure as he watched his shaft sliding another deep inch into that warm silken mouth made from the finest of wine.

"More." His demand was rough.

Ismena was going to tell him that she couldn't take anymore, but as she opened her mouth wider to say those words, he sank in further, nearly to the convulsive swallowing at the entrance of her throat .

"Yes." Blueish-amber eyes rolled back into his head.

Tears came out of Ismena's open eyes, sliding down her cheeks as she clamped him tighter and breathed through her nose like he instructed her. She knows for sure that her jaw will hurt for days after this.

Wolfariane might as well be in another world at the feel of it all. Yes, this is it. God yes. That was it. There it is. His eyes closed, he rested his head on the cold wall in front of him, fucking her mouth with short desperate strokes.

The suckling moist sound of it enclosing him had him groaning with each breath, fighting the release rushing up with everything inside him. He couldn’t see his flesh fucking into her mouth now, but the sensations of it were so extreme he decided he could do without it.

"Ismena." he whispered desperately, unable to hold back the words, the sensations tearing through him. “God, yes. Suck it. Suck me, Ena, just like that.”

The smell her heat is threatening to drive him to a different kind of insanity. She was so aroused the sweet, earthy scent of her lust wrapped around his senses, drowning him in it.

It was too much. Too much heat, too much need welling up inside him, tormenting him. He heard his own roar shattering the air, felt the scalding pulse of his semen, and died in her arms.

"God..." There was no other way to explain it. His soul exploded with the tip with his cock, spewing out an emotion, a need, a compulsive hunger as thick, hot and life-giving as the semen winging its way to her moist, hungry mouth.

She closed her eyes and swallowed him in gulps to avoid choking, milking him dry until she felt his powerful legs twitch repeatedly .

Finally, when he became oversensitive and couldn't stand anymore, he pulled his half-hard flesh out of her addictive mouth, reached for her and dragged her to her feet using one hand.

Without wasting time, he buried two fingers inside her.

Ismena screamed as he shoved her to an unexpected climax, she turned to a puddle in his arms her hands tightening on his shirt. His mouth descended on her neck...he covered the vein with his lips and sucked. Hard.

"Oh...!" Her screamed turned strangled as a pleasure as dangerous as the one she felt four nights ago whipped through her like a lashing fire. Her body jerked, pushing forward repeatedly to his plowing ruthless fingers.

He made her ride out the waves, sucking and fucking her with his fingers until she descended from her high and melted into his arms.

Finally, Wolfariane pulled back and opened his eyes. The deepest blue eyes met Ismena's flushed face.

She smiled, "Welcome back." Her voice hoarse.

The memory of the past few hours flashed through his head.

Nalaila's refusal to eat.

The smell of human.

His attack on Ismena... Alphose...

"No." His voice was a deep intone of pain, "What have I done?"

Ismena's body was still humming from the aftermath of what just happened, but the look that took over his face had her pulling away from him. "Wolfe...? "

"What have I done?" He'd almost killed Ismena, not once but twice. He'd almost killed Alphose. His friend. A changeling, one of his people.

Ismena couldn't answer the question because she's confused too about what just happened. Two lions had been chasing her, then, Wolfariane was roaring, caging Alpha Alphose with a murder look in his multicolored eyes.

His eyes was taking in her almost naked form. Her tore clothes...torn panties on the floor, her bruised body. Tears down her cheeks. Her wrists are red from where he'd gripped her tight, and her waists...

"I bruised your waist." His eyes darkened at the bloodied curves, as he pulled away from her completely. Her pale flawless skin is all bloodied, red and bruised because he'd manhandled her in his insanity haze.

Memories of him clawing on Alphose crashed into him again, and this time, it came with dread. He'd clawed up the Alpha bad. Very bad.

"Where's Alphose?" As he asked, he was already walking towards the staircase while buckling his pants jerkily.

"No, not that way!" Ismena called, stopping him, "It's this way." She pointed to the end of the hallway.

Nalaila's bedroom. He stopped in front of her, "Arrange your clothes and don't move an inch from here, Ismena, okay?"

The hardness in his voice and the pain in his eyes had her jerking her head in affirmation, "O-Okay."

He pushed away from her, walked to the end of the hallway, opened the door and strode through it.

Alpha Alphose laid on the floor of Nalaila's dungeon-room with his own blood making a blanket around him. His eyes were closed.

And he wasn't asleep.