FENRIR
She whispered my name, dragging that pink tongue that now caressed her upper lip. It was the first time she said my name, and it felt like a damn orgasm to hear it.
She pressed against my chest, her body almost naked against mine, her skin cool yet warm.
She sniffed my chest, caressing me with her hands, lowering her mouth to my nipples to lick them.
My cock trembled against her belly.
"Savannah... Nmm..."
I groaned, holding back from taking control. If I lost my sanity now, I would hurt her; she was too wounded, but her caresses, her kisses, her delicious scent—everything was driving me insane.
She grabbed one of my hands and made me slip it behind her dress, between her bare cheeks, without panties; the invitation was clear, and I wasn't saint either.
I lower both hands, lifting the fabric up to her waist, eagerly squeezing her fleshy ass, hissing with pleasure at fulfilling my fantasies.
I pulled back for a second and tore off the damned fabric, leaving myself naked; I needed more stimulation.
"Sshhh, now it's better... Mmmm..."
I pressed her hard against my throbbing cock and leaned over her smaller body, moving slowly and deliciously, seeking friction with the rough, wet fabric of her dress.
My mouth licked the sensitive spots on her ear, sucking and nibbling her neck. My Lycan canines itched to come out and mark her skin.
I parted her cheeks, and my fingers explored down the narrow seam to her tight ass, quickly soaking in the moisture from her pussy.
"Mmmm aaah..." Savannah moaned, caught in desire, her whole body trembling with anticipation.
I caressed her vulva back and forth, spreading her fluids, playing with her swollen clitoris, pinching it, torturing her.
"Mmmm... inside me, Your Majesty, I want you inside my pussy..."
She entwined her hands behind my neck and lifted her head to plead with me, her eyes heavy with lust, in that raw and sexy way.
Something called prudence evaporated from my mind.
I lowered my head and assaulted the parted lips I longed to taste since that day at the inn.
I sucked her lips and slipped my tongue inside to savor her, to drink from that bitter chocolate that made me rock hard.
Savannah returned the kiss with the same intensity, with the same hunger, moaning into my mouth as my middle finger finally violated her fiery vagina, overflowing with fluids that splattered onto my knuckles every time I penetrated her, hard and fast, already taking her with two fingers.
"Ah, ah, ah, faster, my King, faster...!"
"Damn it, woman, you're going to drive me crazy..."
I switched the position of our bodies.
Now she was the one against the tree, and I knelt before her body, ripping the skirt of her dress like a savage.
I took one of her creamy thighs and lifted it onto my shoulder to open her up right in front of my mouth and tongue.
I spread her vaginal lips with my fingers and kissed her pussy, just as I kissed her mouth, deeply, deliciously, drowning in all the juices that soaked my lips and dripped down my throat.
This woman tasted like pure glory; never before—not even with her—had I felt so addicted to a flavor. Two thick fingers accompanied my long beastly tongue in her narrow interior, while another finger mercilessly stimulated her swollen, erect clitoris.
I could feel the change in several areas of my body. My beastly side was fighting to break free and take this sensual woman roughly and wildly, but the thought of not wanting to hurt her always prevailed.
I pulled out my tongue and sucked her clitoris, licking it delicately, while three fingers did in her vagina what my cock yearned to execute.
"Aaahhh!" a hoarse moan echoed above my head; the trembling of her thighs and the contraction of her folds told me I brought her to orgasm.
The slippery dark chocolate slid down my throat; my Adam's apple moved as I swallowed with such pleasure that I felt on the verge of ejaculation.
"Damn, it feels so good when you come. Shhh... more... Nmmm, give me more, Savannah..."
I slipped my hand between my legs, kneeling, took my hard, throbbing cock, and felt that it transformed into that of my Lycan, much larger and thicker at the base, filled with swollen veins. I hadn't been this aroused in centuries for this to happen.
I began to move it vigorously, twisting it against the sensitive glans, strangling it in my fist, jacking off hot and wild, desperate to unleash this dark lust that consumed me. I raised my beastly red eyes and stored in my mind how my beloved maiden looked in the midst of an orgasm.
Her eyes closed, eyelashes trembling, moaning as if she were the most experienced courtesan in the realm. Her hands clutched the bark of the tree behind her, her neck exposed, and droplets of sweat ran down her delicate collarbone to her generous breasts, almost spilling out of her tattered dress.
I quickened my hand up and down, panting and breathing heavily, giving the last licks to that chocolate delight that I wanted to devour again, and I just finished savoring it.
The familiar pleasurable sensation descended my spine to my collected, hard testicles, ready to spill their load.
"Savannah..." I moaned over her belly, kissing each and every one of those horrific scars she had. Wanting to erase so much suffering.
"Hmnmm Gggrrr" my canines continued to grow, and the fur of the Lycan began to cover my back. I was losing control, on the edge, resisting the change, but Savannah pushed me over the edge and brought out my most primal side.