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The Wolf and the Princess Take a Tumble

K age opened the door to his bedroom, revealing an enormous room with rafted ceilings, a skylight, and wooden floors he’d installed all by himself.

It smelled like fresh lumber, and leather.

A small black chaise sat in one corner, a brown and ivory cowhide rug beneath it.

On the wall hung framed paintings of mountaintops, waterfalls and the like.

Nature at its best. He’d spent so much time and energy making his bedroom distinctive and comfortable.

No restrictions or rules. Tidy, but lived in.

Being able to sleep peacefully, without cold sweats, nightmares, vampires, werewolves and things that go bump in the night was a luxury he didn’t take lightly.

After he placed their cell phones down side by side on his nightstand, he traced her shoulder and collarbone with his fingertips. She smelled so sweet—like a rich, decadent dessert.

“I’m going to enjoy every damn second of this, my forest princess.”

Their gazes locked, then she shifted positions ever so slightly, leaning back.

“Forest princess? ’Cause you met me in your little jungle that you call a backyard?” She cracked a crooked black smile. “I like that.”

He caressed the side of her face, and she returned to him, leaning into his touch.

Her soft hair traced his palm, reading his future—and he prayed she was in it.

The long strands were crinkled, a texture rougher than his own, yet soft.

Bouncy. Magnificently different… He loved it.

Her uniqueness made him crave her all the more.

She turned to face the window, then him again.

“You hear that?” she said.

He nodded, then kissed her cheek. They could hear birds chirping, even in the dead of the night.

“Mockingbirds,” they said at the same time.

Yes, she was his forest princess… She understood the wilderness, and the life breathing within the green-leafed walls.

Poet brought life and death to him, in her kiss.

He wanted to die and be born again within her.

And he could. Two dark souls crashing together, making light.

Exploding with forgiveness, favor and love.

He took a step back, then held up his finger before excusing himself to walk across the room.

As he made his way, his hair fell over his eye.

He didn’t bother pushing it out of the way as he glanced at the loft to his right.

The door that led to it from his bedroom was open, revealing his desk and computer, and all the exercise equipment, too.

He closed that door to block out any distractions, then studied Poet, who stood in only her underwear.

She was looking around, her eyes bouncing from his framed art that he’d created, to other paintings and furniture.

Her gaze finally landed on a photo of him and his cousins as kids.

Images reflecting love in times gone by.

Her big, beautiful breasts cradled over the underwire of her bra called to him, making his mouth fill with saliva that damn near dribbled down his chin.

He ran his finger along his lip, just in case he leaked a little, but couldn’t turn away.

His dick strained in his pants as it lengthened and thickened, anticipating a swim in her warm, soft ocean.

Reaching above the mantel of his bedroom fireplace, he turned on his iPad.

Music poured into the room. ‘When She Comes Home Tonight,’ by Riley Green.

As he made his way back over to her, he started undressing.

First, his white tank top had to go. He yanked it over his head, his hair whipping about before the article of clothing hit the floor in a small heap.

Then he paused to undo the button of his jeans, followed by the slow draw of his zipper.

He balanced himself just so to remove his socks, one by one.

The coolness of the floor radiated from the soles of his feet all the way up his body to his face, giving him a much needed and enjoyable chill.

He felt like a bird taking flight as he took her in his arms and kissed all along her soft, sweet-smelling neck.

She smiled into his chest. Her perfumed flesh sent him whirling.

A sweet, feminine scent that blended well with her natural aroma, he imagined that her warm juices were flowing.

He gently sank his teeth into the tender brown flesh of his conquest, his fingers digging into her back, drawing her closer.

Lifting her into his arms, he tossed her on his big bed, the sheets shifting beneath her as she inched back toward the gray headboard, her elbows digging a path in reverse.

Her skin had a soft, natural sheen—flawless, as if she had a photo filter on each delicate limb of her body.

She scooted along a bit more, and her feet dragged along the comforter as if she were trying to flee a wild beast, and yet, a look of total submission was written all over her face.

She undid her bra, unclipping it in the front, releasing all of the sexual tension that had been building between them for weeks.

His dick twitched at the sight of her big, pretty tits, and he licked his lips in appreciation.

‘Come A Little Closer,’ by Dierks Bentley, played for them, setting the mood just right.

“You still have too many clothes on.”

She reached for her hips to remove her panties, but he swatted her hands away.

Looking deeply into her eyes, he slid his thumbs around the thin material and worked them down her long, soft legs.

She opened her thighs a bit once he got to her knees, and he caught a glint of wetness along her slippery, juicy slit.

Soft black curls rested against her pubic bone, inviting the wolf for a good time in her damp forest. A soft landing for his plans to crush her into pure bliss.

Panties now in hand, he pressed them firmly against his nose.

His eyes fluttered as he sharply inhaled the soft, silky material. He growled at the heady, feminine scent of her, the distinctive aroma of good, clean, pussy, and his dick was practically barking now, needing a way out. Begging to dive in. Sweet relief.

Tossing her panties onto the floor to the tune of, ‘I’m Comin’ Over,’ by Chris Young, he went and dimmed the lights.

Just enough to not miss a thing, but not too bright as to be distracting.

Then he lit a couple of tealight candles he kept around for power outages.

He opened his walk-in closet door and retrieved a red box, bringing it into the bedroom.

“What’s that?” She pointed to the container.

“Things we need.” He opened it and removed a strip of condoms, some massage oil, a bottle of lube—just in case—and an erotic massager.

He placed them on a nightstand, then pulled his boxer briefs off, exposing himself to her.

Her eyes immediately landed on his dick.

She breathed in shallow, quick gasps, ran her hand along the hollow of her neck, then bit her lower lip.

“…Damn, boy,” she whispered, then smiled. “Shit.” She made some little noise, then squeezed her thighs closed, pressing them together as if she were just as afraid, as she was excited.

He stepped out of his underwear and got into the bed, lying beside her.

They stroked each other as he kissed her softly, then a little harder…

and harder still. Her breaths were choppy and warm as he clung to her, dragging her flush against his body.

Hooking his fingers below the cups of her ass cheeks, he gave them a robust squeeze.

“You’ve got a lot of tattoos, Kage… they’re all over your body. I like them.” Her big, pretty eyes scanned him.

“They’re a map of different times in my life.”

“How old were you when you got your first one?”

“…Oh, I think ’round seventeen. It’s of a Samurai.” Instead of him pointing to it, she sought it out on her own, her eyes searching until they landed on the Asian fighter. The faded design decorated his shoulder.

“Why a Samurai?”

“Nothin’ spiritual or complicated. I just thought they were cool at the time.” She laughed lightly at that. “Forest Princess, let me ask you somethin’.”

“Mmm hmm?” He loved how she responded so quickly to her new nickname he’d given her.

“I don’t wanna know the last time you had sex. I wanna know when the last time was that you’ve had a good, long, deep, nasty, soul snatching, sweat soakin’ fuckin’, princess?” He rubbed his hands together, cocking his head to the side as he bit into his lower lip.

Her eyes widened at his words. A half second of surprise he surmised. Her breasts pressed hard against his chest as she looked at his mouth.

“Your eyes changed colors when you asked me that…”

“Did they now? Maybe my inner animal is gettin’ excited,” he stated with a smile.

“Your eyes say a lot. They talk more than you do.”

“You like my eyes?”

“Yeah. I think they’re really somethin’. One of the first things I noticed about you, actually. As for your question,” she scratched her chin, “hmmm, let me see. What you described?” She shrugged. “I can’t recall. It’s been a while.”

He cleared his throat, then curled her hair around his finger. “And before you ask, I’m STI free. Get tested every six months or so. You?”

“I’m STI free, too.”

“You on any kinda birth control?” He ran the pad of his thumb along her shoulder.

“No. I don’t have a consistent enough sex life to justify it. I’ve been principled regarding protection, though,” she explained.

He rolled over, grabbed his phone, and pulled up his records. She did the same. Now, it was time to get down to business. The sheets swayed and moved about as they dove beneath them, holding onto each other. They smiled, laughed and played. But then, playtime was over…

He positioned himself on top of her, his legs wedged between her buttery, soft thighs. Felt like lying on a cloud from heaven. He looked into her eyes, and outlined the side of her face with a light caress.