Chapter 339: Chapter 339 - (R18) Take Me As I Am, For Tonight
We moved to her bedroom after she recovered from the living room experience. She was actually quite docile as she sat there naked and watched me touch myself on the edge of her bed. Only reaching out and brushing her fingers against the camisole and my thighs after I explicitly told her it was okay.
But when she finally eased into things, she was not unskilled. Though, her eyes tried never to leave mine, which was just a little... personal. Like she was expecting me to change my mind and wanted to know as soon as possible to stop.
> You stupid wolves, how often do I actually change my mind, hm? Besides... while it is a crude phrase usually reserved for males... I probably am thinking more with my lower half tonight. <
Her tongue, her hands, and everything about her was so warm. So gentle and focused on my pleasure, seeking out my soft moans and my sudden ones. Which increased significantly in number with her head finally between my legs.
Licking against sensitive folds, I can’t tell if it is her technique, this body’s differences, or if I was just that ’hard up’ for this sort of release. Because it feels so amazing I actually speak out about it, when usually I used to just quietly enjoy myself under another.
"Mm, yes. There!"
Tugging on her white hair with nails scraping her scalp, I pulled her in to that spot... and her eyes finally closed. Which is when things felt like they started to get more interesting and less reserved.
Her hands started to roam me - and I had to grab one to keep it from pressing around my stomach. I wasn’t ready to freak out on her and explain why, not when I’m feeling so nice that it would be a shame to stop for a conversation I’d rather avoid.
Tonight, I don’t even want to think about the child inside me, the apocalypse, or what she might think this all means for ’us’. I just want to enjoy it... and I am quite certain that is going to be easier than not based on just a couple minutes.
"More. Faster."
She obeyed, her pace increasing as her tongue curled inside my entrance. My legs tightened around her head, trapping her there where I could feel her breathy hums of nasal exhales and little growls vibrating through me each time my hands stopped her blind searches.
> Cute, when she’s frustrated her tongue retreats for a moment like it is punishing me with denial... <
Eventually she realized I had nothing against her fondling any part of my breasts, above or below the burgundy silken fabric. Even holding her dominant hand there by her wrist. My other fingers rubbed low, on the passion inflamed mound and clitoral hood her nose kept bumping.
Meanwhile, she worked each surprisingly sensitive nipple like someone trying to open a thousand-combination three-axis lock - and not like someone guessing the ’code’, but knowing it well. More than anything else she was doing, extra sultry moans escaped timed to her gripping and smooshing the fat layers a certain way.
All of it was building and nurturing the growing force inside me, the tension in my abdomen that was making me shudder with goosebumps of pleasure as my toes curled without control. I bit my lip, my tongue, and at one point I think her fingers just to keep from calling out her name when it snapped.
A euphoric haze that was so much better than the orgasms I’d achieved while touching myself. Even though those had been part of the sex I’d performed on her, it was just not the same.
During this orgasm, I had half forgotten who or what I was. Fox, werewolf, Helene, or Citra. All I knew for sure for a pure exalted moment could be summed up as being a female... who had been taken down to the smallest sapphic pieces by a lover.
Trembling, gasping, and trying to make those pieces a coherent thought again outside of her blasted name... still she continued to lap at me. Lids sliding open after a while, I saw her there still. As if it were her duty to draw out every last bit of the sensation.
Felt her teeth biting playfully at my inner thigh before her tongue ran a slow line up sensitive, slick flesh. A second small orgasm followed the first terrific one, even though she stuck to such light aftermath ministrations.
I had to push her away from the oversensitive nerves before she tried experimentally for the third. She was taking my quiet as acceptance! Kyrie rose and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she stared down at me and the way I’d curled on my side and panted.
"Citra? Are you... okay?"
She whispered like she barely wanted to be heard, her voice rough with an arousal that had been fed a bit but not sated. A fire stoked but not converted with magic touches yet into boiled over liquid. A breathless laugh escaped me as I pulled my energy together and sat up.
"Your turn now."
"You already did. You don’t have to..."
"Want to. Lie down with me."
Discarding the single piece of clothing I’d had on, I leaned out across the bed as lithely as I could to knock off the pillows behind us. They’d only get dirty at this rate. She stretched out beside me as I flopped down, with a tentative hesitance that I found both endearing and frustrating.
One of my hands found her bust and tried to replicate the attention she’d given me. I can tell quickly by her extra tiny reactions that I am much more sensitive there than her... and try as I might, I can’t help but wonder if the pregnancy is at fault.
Her breath hitched when I found myself preferring to provide a toothier affection to raise the pressure on her. But so too did her patience waiting for more permission fade as I moved aggressively across her form.
Starting with touching my head and directing me places as I left little marks across her skin that would heal by morning. Culminating with a totally feral, extra cautious kiss to my wrist that trailed to my armpit.
The next hour was a blur of exploring touches from us both and a bit of mutual release of inhibitions. Her body was strength and tension rolled together and I took my time over every ridge and valley of muscle and bone as she pressed into me.
Mine is much... softer in many places, giving her searching hands places to sink into. Watching her enjoy my breasts, feeling her squeezing them as I sat on her stomach and held gently onto her neck with one hand... it was like my hips had a mind of their own.
> Who would have thought that I’d lose a little size in the transmigration, but gain a whole new appreciation for chest play... <
We took each other again soon after that, for what felt like a sweaty finale. Our fingers doing the bulk of the work inside each other at the same time, as one of her hands kept a tight squeeze on my rear.
I bit the bicep of that arm and held on, laying on top of her until we shuddered and coiled against one another. Though she came first - and I only did when her hand jerked out of me too quickly from it!
That feeling of her breath on my skull after what might have been a kiss... and a hand covered in my slightly viscous fluid, trailing up my lower back to press us together... was my last memory before falling asleep like a cooked noodle on top of the Alpha who might just wake up and claim me for good.