"Marshall, I need to tell you something." I said, determination in my gaze.
"Sure," he replied, "You can tell me anything." He smiled warmly at me and I heard the gentle swishing of his tail against the bed sheets.
I took a deep breath to steel myself. I was going to need all of my courage to tell him this. As I breathed in, I smelled that scent again but it was stronger. I was going to have to find the source of that later, I thought to myself.
"I actually remember my past, Marshall…" I started.
"You got your memories back?" He asked, half excited and half nervous.
"No, I never lost them." I answered honestly, looking away in shame. It was time to be done with these lies. "I didn't tell you the truth because I didn't know you. But I want to be totally honest with you now." I looked up at him and saw no anger or judgement in his gaze.
"Okay, if you want to." He said, as he reached out and took my hands. We were both sitting on the bed, facing each other. My heart raced at this simple action and I felt butterflies in my stomach.
I blushed and looked away again. Maybe it's because I finally admitted my feelings to myself that I'm suddenly like a school girl in front of her crush. This won't last long however, once he hears the truth he will be disgusted. The desire to kiss him washed over me as I realized I might never be able to again. Once it's revealed that I'm not a Demi-human we won't be able to be together. This is a wolf village, and I haven't seen any interracial couples.
I looked up at his gentle, expectant gaze, waiting patiently for me to continue. Desire and guilt clashed inside me, making me feel almost sick. I cleared my throat and decided to continue talking. It would just be manipulative and wrong of me to take advantage of him before dropping a bomb like this.
"I lived in another world, called earth. It's a world full of humans and animals, Demi-humans don't exist there. I lost the use of my legs in an accident a few years ago. How I got here is a little complicated… but I will try my best to explain." I summarized and simplified as best I could, explaining how a friend of mine showed me a magic totem which transported me to the soul space where I met a "guide" (sounded better than Viking sensei). "He told me that my soul was misplaced on earth and promised to put my soul in a body in this world." I finished the long and sort of convoluted story of my transmigration. I finally dared to look up, as I had been avoiding eye contact by staring at our hands this whole time.
The swishing of his tail had stopped a while ago, I was very nervous as I dared to look at his expression. There was a hint of confusion on his face, and he looked deep in thought. I waited anxiously to hear his reply. After a few minutes of silence and contemplation he withdrew his hands. I looked down again, I was prepared for the rejection but it still stung, nonetheless.
I saw his hands move towards my neck and I flinched backwards and put my arms up to defend. I reflexively looked up at his face froze.
We were both frozen in place. Initially the fear that gripped me, and caused me to reflexively protect myself, turned into one of shame and regret as I looked up at his hurt expression. He was reaching out to embrace me by the looks of it, and thanks to all the terrible memories that have been resurfacing since I got here, I was bracing for violence.
My heart felt cold and my body wouldn't move. He looked at my arms and legs before looking back at me, with barely contained ferocity in his gaze. "Did someone hurt you?"
The coldness i felt started to dissipate and I stiffly moved my arms down and placed my hands in my lap. He always seems to ask the questions I least expect. I looked down at my hands as I mumbled my response, "Sorry, I didn't mean to.. I know you wouldn't.." I trailed off, too embarrassed to continue.
I heard him take a deep breath and then he placed his hands on my face (which were so huge they spanned from my jaw to almost the crown of my head on either side) and he tilted my head so I would look at him.
He looked me in the eyes and said very clearly, "I am not good with my words, but I want to be very clear here. You are with me now. As long as you want it, I will be at your side. No one will DARE hurt you as long as you and I are together. And you will not need to be afraid of me either, nothing would ever make me hurt you," The moment was so intense, I tried to look away to hide my embarrassment but he held my face firm and drew my gaze again and he persisted, "NOTHING." He annunciated the word, making himself perfectly clear.
As much as I longed to avoid the topic, I needed to make sure he understood what he was saying. I met his gaze and said as calmly as I could, "But I'm not a Demi-human. I will never be more than I am now. I wont be able to stay with you," I felt his hands on my face stiffen at the words, "I won't be accepted…"
"yes you will be." He said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
"Even if I am, the welcome won't last long. I'm useless, I can't fight or hunt. I can't even forage, I don't know how." I said, on the verge of tears.
"It doesn't matter, you are with me." Then he added, with a strange glint in his eyes and that rumble in his chest as he said, " You. Are. Mine."
I felt my heart flutter at his persistence. I blushed at his forwardness and, as if looking for rejection, I added, "you aren't mad at me?"
"No." He leaned closer, so our noses were touching.
"Don't you think i'm abnormal? That I shouldn't be here?" I added, almost in desperation.
"Not at all. You are exactly where you should be." He moved in for a kiss as I leaned back to avoid his lips.
"You might want me now, but what if you are missing the chance to be with an amazing wolf girl while you are wasting your time with me?" I said, a little louder than I intended.
He shoved me back onto the bed, pinning my wrists, and got right in my face. The butterflies in my stomach surging again. "You. Are. Mine." Is all he said before crushing my lips with his own. I heard that familiar rumble in his chest and my heart was racing. The kiss started roughly, with him dominating me and forcing my lips open with his tongue. Our tongues intertwined as the kiss became more sensual.
He rubbed his hips up against my own and I felt the bulge in his pants rubbing between my legs. Without me noticing a small moan escaped me alongside another deep rumble from Marshall. He continued grinding against me as our tongues danced in each others mouths. I felt my body heating up and a tightness between my legs which ached to be filled with him. I wanted him very badly. My body became mush in his capable hands. Any resistance I may have had completely melted away. He gingerly moved his hands from my wrists and was reaching inside my shirt, caressing my chest.
I felt myself tighten even more, as if there was an invisible string connecting my n****e and wet core. As he teased, grinded, and caressed, I couldn't take it anymore. I found myself reaching for his pants. These needed to GO!
He growled my name, "Miraaa…" As I unlatched his pants, his swollen member popped out. My hand barely fit around it as I reached out to stroke it. I heard his breathing hitch and his hips move along with me. Something about having this kind of control over a person's pleasure increased my desire. His hand shifted from my breast down to my core and started rubbing circles which caused my hips to buckle. I moaned again, these sensations were too much, I needed him now. "Please," I whispered as I tugged his pants downward.
"I thought you would never ask." He said in his smooth, deep voice, as his purple eyes stared down into my own. In one swift motion, before I could really process what happened, he had stripped off his pants and jumped back on me!
His lips came crashing back to my own and he reached down and pulled off my underpants. He then slipped my nightdress off over my head and positioned himself at my entrance. Every movement of his was suave and executed to perfection. I would have to ask him about his 'experience' later.
His fingers found their way back to my sensitive place and started wrecking havoc on me again. His mouth left mine and with a devilish look on his face, covered my breast. His tongue and his fingers both moving in perfect harmony. I felt myself tightening even further as my hips rocked with his every movement. I felt a wave of pleasure building up within me and I couldn't take it anymore.