Page 63 of The Dire Reaction

She trembles on the bed, her knees hugged tightly against her chest, the glistening between her thighs begging to slake my thirst.

I needn’t worry about hiding my lust from her. She squeezes her eyes shut, her tears forced out, streaming silently down her cheeks.

She offers little resistance when I push her clenched knees apart, letting herself fall backwards onto the bed. Throwing her elbow across her eyes, soft sobs hiccup from her heaving chest.

The last time my cock touched her was not pleasant for her, and it suddenly sours my stomach at what I have done. Giving in to my own carnal desires with disregard of the trauma it inflicted.

I had no idea then how much I would grow to cherish her. To worship her. To long for her. I am still bewildered at my own reaction to her fleeting smiles, how it creates a need in me to see it again.

I may never be able to erase the memories of what pain I have inflicted, but I can make sure they fade with time.

My tongue finds her, hot and wet already. A dichotomy to the fearful crying that seeps into my ears.

Tension in her thighs relaxes with my gentle long strokes, my mouth greedily lapping on her engorging clit. Unfurling the length of my tongue, I push into her, caressing the membrane of her virginity with the tip.

Her cries change, the quiet sobs mellowing into short panting gasps with my ministrations. The soft, downy, blond curls tickle my nostrils as I bury my face against her. Sounds of tentative encouragement sneaking from her arching throat grip my scrotum, begging me to release against her sheets.

Her heel digs into my back, tilting her hips harder against my mouth, opening herself wider to accept my exploration.

Then, I feel it. A soft tickle. A flickering of electricity shivering down my spine when her finger touches my ear. Untethered for the first time, her hands are free to reach out, to light upon the downy fur of my long ears. Sensations I never knew I could experience ripple through my body, a rush of heat flows through my limbs, and a wall in my chest I didn’t know I had shatters. An overwhelming flood of raw emotion rips through me. A violent ache that never before existed rends through my heart at the thought of leaving her side.

The groan that escapes my lips against the slick heat of her slit cannot express the feelings her gentle touch unleashed.

Invigorated, I dive against her, my tongue working feverishly, lapping and curling, flicking her tight clit. The thighs framing my head quiver. Her hips roll and buck beneath me as a moan teases from her full lips. Her fingers thread into the fur of my neck and she pulls me closer. Her body raises from the crumpled sheets as she rewards me with the shuddering screams of her release.

I can’t fight the spurt that leaves my cock, staining the side of her bed. That sound she makes is a symphony. A cry of an angel that showers me with an addictive pride. It is the voice of the heavens pouring in a golden wave through me.

The juices of her orgasm garnish my wolfish lips in a delectable slick prize worth fighting for. Savoring her delicious taste, I’m slow with my touches until the jerking of her hips subsides.

With tender strokes, I begin again. I’m building her passion with my loving worship of her sensitive folds. When her breathing hastens, her breasts rising and falling in rapid hitches, I know she is near again.

I can’t wait any longer, so I peel myself from the luscious heat of her center, and slowly lick my way up her body.

Perfect and unblemished from the ravaging of my cock that seems like a lifetime ago. The sour feeling returns. Self-loathing slicks like oil over me. Knowing I’m preparing to hurt her again builds a knot in my stomach that mirrors in her eyes flickering to meet mine. It manifests in a low whine sneaking from my churning gut that draws her brows together in a confused look as I pause over top of her.

“You don’t want to hurt me?” I can hear the doubt in her voice. The incredulous fear tinging her words makes me wince. No longer the aphrodisiac, now it digs into me.

Shaking my head, frustration wells in me at my inability to verbalize, to apologize, to rationalize with her. How the very base unit of my being has changed since I met her.

The heat of her body framed beneath me is a vortex, sucking me closer until my chest rests against hers. I nuzzle her neck, the beating of her heart a musical rhythm against my lips.

“If you hurt me again, I’ll throw myself to your dogs and let them rip me apart.” She whispers it, but she could have screamed it, the effect was the same. An arrow of ice plummets into my chest at the thought, cleaving through my stomach a pain so real I wonder if I’m bleeding.

Rolling onto my knees, I sit up between her thighs. I pull her hand to my chest and press her palm over my heart, wishing she could reach in and hold its control in her hand.

How do I tell her I’d rather die than let that happen?

Biting her lower lip, she stares at our hands. The contrast is jarring, the dark long fur, the sharp nails of my gnarled fingers covering her delicate pale flesh.

“This is going to hurt though, isn’t it?” Her voice shakes, her eyes well with fresh tears as she glances down at the head of my hard cock bouncing in the space between us. The small barbs around the head are still soft, only stiffening on the brink of release.

Another small whine works its way from my throat as I nod. She has reduced me to a groveling sap, and strangely I long for nothing else but to be here between her naked thighs, the heat of her center radiating against the sheath of my cock, her soft hand resting against my chest.

Dropping her hand, I swoop my mouth back to her downy center again. I want to stroke her to the brink, let the edge of ecstasy dampen the pain that I hope I can make brief.

Her eyes squeeze shut, fresh tears leaking from the edges as her hands fist the sheets. It is only a few quick flicks of my tongue before her hips are grinding against my muzzle, small mewling cries slipping from her lips.

This time, I move without hesitation up her body, the tip of my cock at her entrance. My lips find the pulse in her neck, my tongue makes a long rough sweep to her ear, burying my nose in the golden tendrils of her hair.

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