I grabbed at his shoulders desperately as I cried his name, "Marshall, Please.. do it now…" I tried to say what I wanted but was too embarrassed. I raised my hips and pressed against his hardness so he would understand my intentions.
With a growl he moved his hand up to my lower back and his other grabbed his member and positioned it at my entrance. His hair hung in his face and we were both hot and sweaty by this point. The sweat on his face and chest glistened in the candle light and his purple eyes had darkened with desire. Once he was lined up, he grabbed my hips and attempted to enter me. It took a few awkward tries as he was a little too big, but with a little coaxing, my body allowed him to enter.
Unlike what I had read in books, it didn't hurt, despite being my first time. It felt so good, like I was finally complete. As he slowly pushed in farther, I felt the pressure increasing. It did hurt a little when he was all the way in, I bit my lip and closed my eyes. He pulled back, then gently slid in again, the movement sending a wave of pleasure up my spine. He did it again, and again, very slowly and methodically. It was as if he was teasing me! I wanted more, I wanted it faster and harder, I was hungry for him. I opened my eyes to see why he was moving so slow and saw the veins on his head and neck bulging, sweat covering his face and causing his hair to stick to his forehead. His eyes looked like he was struggling to maintain control.
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He continued to move slowly, in and out. I was so tight and needed release, I needed to prompt him to move faster. I released his neck and next time he pulled back, I thrust my hips upward, forcing him back in. A look of shock and desire spread across his face. With a growl, he started moving faster and thrusting harder, I felt pleasure like I had never experienced before. With the force of his thrusts my breasts were shaking, the bed was shaking, and moans escaped me along with the growling from him. I felt the wave of pleasure building and building until I felt like I was going to implode, then suddenly i felt release, and pulsating of my core as I yelled out in ecstasy. He quickly found his release as well as he buried himself inside me and growled deeply. I felt him throbbing inside me, which turned me on again, but my body had no strength to continue.
We were both panting heavily, covered in sweat. His face was buried in the crook of my neck. I was running my hands through his hair, feeling my body start to relax when he started moving again. He was still hard! How is he not tired?! Immediately my body reached to him, tightening and throbbing. His deep voice and low guttural growls echoed through the night along with sounds of my own.
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I woke up the next morning, alone, and feeling completely haggard. My limbs were weak and limp, I felt sticky, and my hair was a mess. I wrapped the sheet around me and I sat up at the edge of the bed and felt an ache in my low back and the space between my legs felt swollen. We really kept busy all night. Every time I thought he was finished, he would pause then continue. I tried to object a few times but my body was putty in his hands.
I walked over the wash tub and realized the water was still warm. Without ceremony I tossed the sheet aside and climbed into the tub, the hot water soothing my aching body. My reflection in the water looked horrid. My hair was a mess, and my neck and chest were covered in bruises from Marshall's teasing last night. I sighed as I washed up. It must still be early since Marshall usually goes out to patrol just before dawn and the water is still warm. I started to doze off in the tub and woke up when the water started to feel cold. My head was pounding and every sound was amplified in my ears. I felt like I had the worst hangover.
I've never heard of a sex hangover, but who knows what's possible anymore. I grabbed my towel and dried off. The light drifting through the shutters was so bright I had to find my way back to the bed with my eyes closed. I think I will be staying in bed today. I wonder if I'm getting sick.
I quickly drifted off to sleep with the blanket over my head. I smelled that familiar musky scent that I smelled last night, it comforted me and lulled me into a deep sleep. I had no concept of time, and I was awoken by the sound of people talking loudly. I get that it's day time but, sheesh! Do they have to be so loud?! I covered my head with the pillow and I could still hear them, loud and clear. Amidst my frustration and exhaustion I realized they weren't actually yelling. The tone was normal, but for some reason I could hear them clearly.
My agitation increased, and my muscles twitched. Something so trivial usually doesn't get me so worked up but today… it must be because I don't feel well. Maybe I should go see Dr. H. I threw the blanket off and realized the light outside was dimmer, it was getting close to sundown. I slept all day! I grabbed my clothes and threw them on, the sensation of the fabric against my skin annoying me. It felt like sandpaper. All my senses were on edge and everything seemed to be agitating me. I took a deep calming breath, rationalizing to myself. I must have some kind of sickness unique to this world. I took a few steps and and growled in frustration, taking my boots off and throwing them across the room! Walking in them was causing an uncomfortable feeling on my feet.
The swishing of my clothes as I moved also irritated me further and I paused as the urge to rip off my clothes and walk around naked surfaced in my mind. What is wrong with me?! I can't walk around naked!! As I walked to the door, moving awkwardly to avoid the feeling of my clothes rubbing against my skin, I heard Marshall's mother outside. She was talking to someone, I pricked my ears to hear the conversation as her tone made me curious.
"Gina told me they mated last night, it's too late now. You will have to find another beau, Kara." She calmly stated.
"What?! There is no way he would have mated with that.. thing! She's not even a wolf. How can you allow this? You know the repercussions of anyone aside from royalty having interspecies relations!" Kara said to her.
"We don't know anything about this girl, but I trust my son. He feels the mate bond with her. She might well still prove to be a wolf. Only time will tell." Their footsteps halted and she continued, with a warning tone. "Kara, I have indulged your willfulness for a long time. I believe you do care for my son, but he has found a mate. That is not something to be taken lightly. I warn you not to involve yourself further in his relationship, or I will have to take action."
There seemed to be some hidden meaning behind these words as Kara gulped and responded, in an uncharacteristically obedient tone, "Yes, Ma'am. I understand…"
I heard the sounds of the dining hall, doors opening and closing, and fire crackling. I started to wonder what the heck was going on, I shouldn't be able to hear the dining room, Marshall's house is one of the farthest from the center of the town. I stood there, with one hand on the door as I realized I could hear, in great detail, everything around me. I could hear footsteps of kids playing near the center of town, could hear the breathing of one of them who was hiding under the bridge, I heard someone shaking laundry and placing it in a wicker basket.. I focused my hearing and felt like I was seeing these things first hand… leaves blowing in the wind, rustling against the long blades of grass at the border of the town and the woods, the creaking sound as someone's house was settling, the sound of a wolf's paws padding along the mossy ground in the woods.. the sensations became overwhelming and I tried to rein it in. I tried to focus on my own breathing. I could feel a thin layer of sweat covering my face as my headache continued to pound in my ears. I heard the deafening howl of a wolf in the woods and felt like my head was going to explode.
The urge to run overtook me and I burst through the door and ran as fast as I could. I ran to the edge of town and darted into the woods. My legs didn't feel tired, in fact, they felt powerful and strong. I pushed myself and ran faster than I ever have before. With ease I was able to avoid colliding with trees, I leaped over obstacles, every movement completely within my control and performed to perfection. The initial panic and irritation became replaced with euphoria as a smile crept across my face and I continued to run with no destination.
Never in my life have I been able to do this; not before the accident and definitely not after it. I was never all that coordinated, and I was not physically fit. This feeling was something new, but somehow felt familiar. I felt like I could run forever and not feel the least bit tired. My balance was perfect, my stamina was endless, and the power surging through my legs made me feel like I could leap over mountains. As the though crossed my mind, I remembered the first day I met Marshall and he leapt 15 feet into the air from a standstill. I saw a perfect climbing tree up ahead and I slowed down, planning to see if I could leap up onto an outstretched branch.
At a brisk run, I put as much power into my legs as I could and lept up into the air. I flew high into the air! A little too high…
The euphoria and confidence left me as I realized I was totally capable of leaping onto that branch… and more. I accidentally overshot my target and was flying at a high speed right past the tree. In a panic I reached out towards the branch as I flew past it, desperately trying to slow my momentum. But It was no use. As I sped through the air I turned my head just in time to become intimately acquainted with a very large tree.
I felt the roughness of the bark on my face, I felt the impact of my head on the trunk, a sharp stinging in my face as I skinned my cheek, and I blacked out as I fell towards the ground.