He cleaned her pussy of excess cum, once again leaving her a layer of lubricant on her vaginal walls. He couldn’t predict what would happen before the moon waned, but he wouldn’t leave anything to chance. He slowly and carefully backed himself up so he was face to face with her once more. Shooting her a wolfish smirk, his tongue cleaned her lips of his mess before slowly moving to thoroughly clean her of his seed, teasing her in the process.
She smiled back at him just before he licked his seed from her lips, and then proceeded to clean her off, making sure to tease her. Moaning as he licked at her breasts once more she arched towards his wonderful tongue, she wanted more again, she wanted him within her, filling her thoroughly with all of himself, and pumping in and out of her quickly. She could still feel him from his first entrance, if she just thought about it, although she was mildly sore down there, as any woman would be after sex.
She rolled over without a word and stood on all fours, shooting him a devious smile over her shoulder, and shamelessly leaving herself exposed for him. If he didn’t take the hint he was a dunder head, it was obvious that she needed him, that she wanted him.
He wagged his tail wildly as she boldly motioned for him to take her, this time she was without fear, replacing it with lust and desire. Her sly smile made him fully erect once more as he moved closer to her and assumed the position to enter her. He started out slow, this time entering an inch at a time, but always giving her a few seconds to relax before going in further. He knew she was sore from their last time and his size was still much larger then she was used to, but this time she was able to take his 13 inches completely from the start. Growling contently, proud of his mate for taking him in entirely, he began a slow and steady pace, thrusting in and out of her, picking up speed as they went along. He wanted to be reckless and wild, taking her at a devil-may-care speed, but he refused to hurt her and waited for her signal of approval.
Artemis moaned as he entered her, and again as he began to thrust deeply in and out of her, his pace was still cautious, she realized this because of the hesitation there seemed to be. “Edwin…..I trust you……..” she moaned, and hoped that would wipe away his fears of hurting her, she wanted no hesitations, just pure passion and lust, so that both of them would be fulfilled. Her body was slick with sweat, and her pleasure was rising high as he continued to plunge into her. She was moaning and panting, but she wanted more, she wouldn’t weaken and cum before he gave her that. Though, how she would keep from cumming was beyond her, she didn’t have some kind of iron vice on it!
He nuzzled the side of her face and neck, grateful and happy that she trusted him so much. If he was human, he would probably be moved to tears, but wolves didn’t have tear ducts. He fearlessly plunged into her harder and faster then ever before, pulling out until he was barely inside of her before thrusting with such force. He repeated the motion several times, his tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth as he drove them both crazy with pleasure. He could tell by the mingling of her pants and moans that she would soon cum. Determined to never let her forget this night, he threw his entire body into the strength of his thrusts, every muscle in his body working to give her the ultimate release.
She moaned long and loud as he picked up his pace, throwing everything he had into his thrusts. Everything in the world slipped away but the motion of their bodies as her hips rocked in time with his thrusts. She felt the wonderful build up of pleasure, and knew that she was about to cum, and wondered exactly how hard she would cum. Her moans mixed with her gasping breaths, and many other sounds of pleasure that spurted from her mouth, mingling with his own sounds. “Edwin!” she exclaimed and moaned his name, crying out loudly as she came.
He moved harder and faster within her, meeting her wild speed with his own, pounding into her for all he was worth. This would be his largest load of the night, and it would drain him of energy and strength, yet it was completely worth it. Her moan was unabashed and brazen, almost as loud as his own howl that pierced the night air as he released his load, a tidal wave of cum rushed from his cock and into her wet chamber, spilling out of her and dripping down both of their legs. He removed his still dripping cock from her warm and wet pussy and stood above her, panting wildly. Another round of sex would have to wait after a rest period. Never had be been so drained and yet completely satisfied and happy.
She felt him cum and felt his seed covering them both, dripping out of her exhausted pussy and down her legs, mingling in with his fur. She moaned his name again as he slipped out of her, and took deep breaths trying to gather her senses. It had been wonderful, so wonderful, and yet she was so exhausted from the pleasure and mating that she could barely think straight. He still stood over her, and seemed to be catching his own breath, her legs and arms trembled, and she wondered how much longer she’d remain upright on all fours. Tentively she moved crawling out from under him, and laying down on the ground before rolling over on her back to look up at him. She beckoned him to join her, to lie beside her, so that they might both rest in peace for a few moments. Should they choose to continue…….they would need their strength…….would they continue? She didn’t know really if she had the energy left, and he seemed drained as well, but then again he’d seemed that way earlier as well.
He slowly eased his body down to the ground beside her, snuggling up close. He wanted to rest for a moment, but he needed to be with her, he would never let her go. His yellow eyes shone brightly with love for her, his head resting on her breasts, the softest and the warmest pillow he had ever slept on. Giving her one last wolfish grin, his eyes closed and his breath became slow and deep as sweet sleep took over his exhausted body.
She watched him wearily as he lay down beside her and smiled ever so slightly when he rested his head on her breasts taking in their comfort. Lazily she watched him smiled wolfishly at her before drifting off, and then she was aware of her own eyelids slipping shut, and sleep at last claiming her weary body.
Edwin slowly opened his eyes as the musical cry of birds filled the morning air. He sighed wearily as he ran his tongue over his teeth, expecting to find blood from last night’s kill. His whole body froze in shock as he found the sweet taste of Artemis’s juice instead of the metallic taste of blood. He didn’t… he couldn’t!! He shot up from the ground into a sitting position, seeing a naked and still Artemis beneath him. Did he…did he kill her?! HOW?! How could this have happened?! Artemis couldn’t be dead, he couldn’t live without her! He had committed the ultimate sin and was surely damned to hell without any hope of redemption! He shook his head wildly, she had to be alive! He placed a hand over her heart and breathed deeply with joy and relief as her warm body responded with a deep and steady heartbeat. She was alive, thank God. Recovering slowly from his shock, his eyes roamed over her body, looking for any wounds or injured areas. She was perfectly fine, but he could see the telltale paths of cum around her pussy and down her thighs. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?! “Artemis….Artemis!” He shook her shoulders, trying to wake her. He had to know exactly what happened.
She moaned in her sleep and slapped at his hands, what the hell was going on? She was too tired to wake up, go away……go…..away. She shook her head, “no……I don’t wanna wake up………Edwin……..too tired” she mumbled, “Not again……I need ……sleep” she muttered and rolled over curling up against him.
His hands recoiled off of her as she weakly slapped at him. Did the werewolf attack her? But neither of them was wounded, whatever injuries he might obtain as a werewolf stayed with him as he transformed back. How could she fight a standoff with him for an entire night and prevent them both from being injured? He knew he was a monster as a werewolf; Amelia had been mutilated beyond imagining his first full moon, so how did Artemis remain unscathed? He couldn’t wait for his answers; he had to have them now. “What happened last night, Artemis?” He asked urgently, cradling her body against his. “How did you survive, my angel? Tell me, please! Artemis!!”
Artemis finally opened her eyes and looked up at Edwin, realizing that he was human once more. “Edwin? How…….did I survive what?” she asked looking utterly baffled. The night’s memories were a bit hazy and every time she tried to focus on them, she felt excitement and an acute awareness came to her. She had mated with Edwin as a werewolf, he thought he’d hurt her? She looked at him in confusion, did he not remember? “Edwin…….you didn’t hurt me…….I was…..eh….getting ready…….uhm….for bed” she explained and hesitated, “Then……I heard a snap of a twig………you came out in werewolf form…….an……..and uhm…..” she trailed of, how was she supposed to tell him that she’d mated with him in wolf form?! He’d think her a disgusting whore! “We…..m…..mated….” she managed at last looking sheepishly at him.
“Mated?” He repeated her word carefully as things clicked together. Waking up in her arms, tasting her sweet juice in his mouth, the cum around her pussy and down her legs…the bloodlust of a werewolf could be satisfied with sex? “Artemis, I…” To save the life of a human she had sex with him as a werewolf? “I’m sorry….that you had to do that. I never remember anything when I am the beast, but I am grateful to you…doing that…to save someone’s life.” She probably felt so violated and filthy; could he ever show her how thankful he was? “I owe you my life for bearing it.”
Artemis gapped at him, “I didn’t do it to save anyone’s life……….at first……I didn’t want to…….but I did…..but I knew it must be wrong…………you don’t think less of me for enjoying it?” she asked uncertainly, still recalling the wonderful way their bodies had melded together, the forceful thrusts, the wonderful slice of pleasure consuming them both as they consummated.
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