by Viola Grace
He had shifted her body around to her back with her legs spread wide. His tongue was currently removing all traces of salty sweat from her calves and thighs. The sticky mess of their commingled fluids gave off the strong smell of sex and as he approached the juncture of her thighs, she could see the rise in his arousal.
The slowly lapping tongue became frenzied as it reached her center. She occasionally felt the sharp grazing of his teeth as he nipped and bit in his intense focus on her flavors. She sighed and her own pulse jumped when the drag of his tongue slithered inside her before spreading the petals of her sex and flicking her clit.
She was breathing more and more rapidly and he seemed ceaseless in his enjoyment of her juices, which were flowing freely now. Unbidden, her hands gripped his ears and tried to push his muzzle more firmly into her. A huff of hot air was her reward.
Nakedella’s orgasm came over her in a wave, shaking her gently and eliciting a gasping moan as he worked his tongue into her to lap up more of her essence. She relaxed when his head moved away from her, then yelped in surprise as he flipped her to her belly.
She was pulled up to her knees, shivering in anticipation as she felt the head of his cock rubbing slowly between her open pussy lips. With a snarl as her only warning, he drove himself deep, beginning a harsh rhythm that rocked her breasts with every pounding beat.
Fortunately he was not a true-born wolf, so he didn’t have the dog knot that would lock him within her, but he still slammed to the hilt as he howled his release once again.
He relaxed on top of her, his weight bearing her to the bed. She turned her head to the side to get some air and instead got a mouthful of fur as his head landed beside hers on the tousled sheets.
“Ella? Are you all right?” Drygan’s voice came through the slot at the bottom of the door.
“Yep, just fine.” Alak was off her and approaching the door with snarling intent. “You might want to get away from the door, though. He’s almost on it.” The claws slamming into the door punctuated her statement. They didn’t want him to make a genuine attempt to escape, as nothing would stop him from going out a window.
“Okay, here’s his food.” The bloody chunk of meat barely fit through the door. Alak pounced on it in seconds, snarling and shaking his head as he tore off pieces.
He was almost through with his meal when he stopped and looked over at her. Whining softly, he brought her the remains, dropping them into her lap.
Oh, crap. He obviously expected her to finish it.
She took hold of a tiny strip of shredded meat and placed it into her mouth. It wasn’t great, but wasn’t terrible. She ate a few more tiny pieces, then pushed the meat back to Alak. He took it gravely, eating it while keeping an eye on her at all times.
Her food would arrive in the morning, when the curse had lessened its grip on him and he was less likely to eat it.
She moved slowly, getting up and crossing the room to the bathing chamber. She definitely needed to wash. She kept her stride slow and even, not giving him the impression that she was trying to escape.
Her bath in the sunken tub was accomplished in a few minutes. The surprise that she felt as she moved into the bedroom and saw Alak curled into a big furry ball was intense. She hadn’t realized that all he wanted while in this form was sex and food. Nakedella had thought that the hunting portion of the wolf programming was all part and parcel of it. Apparently not.
She chose to curl up herself on the corner of the bed and wrap the surviving pieces of sheet around her sore body. One night down, three to go.
Chapter Eight
“Good morning,” Alak’s dark, honeyed voice spoke in her ear.
She rolled reluctantly to face him. “Morning. How are you feeling?”
“That should be my question. I am fine, though.” He stretched luxuriously. His muscles bunched and flexed beneath his scarred skin. “How are you, Nakedella? Really.” He leaned over her to check her over from head to toe. “Did I hurt you? You seem all right.”
She smiled gently at him, “Just a little sore is all. Your other form is very…enthusiastic.”
A gentle tapping brought her attention to the door. “Is everyone all right in there?”
She got up and retrieved the plate that slid through the food slot. “We’re fine, Drygan. As long as I don’t make any sudden moves after he changes, we should survive this.”
“You know, I am standing right here.” Alak tapped his foot impatiently.
“I know. But you can’t do anything to me until you change, and by then you will have forgotten.” An unrepentant grin lit her features. She stood, taking her meal to the chair facing the window. There was fruit, bread and cheese. Just what she wanted. Meat was not high on her list of cravings right now.
She ate quickly. With a sigh, she finished her food and rose to return the tray to the slot.
“Where do you think you are going?”
“I’m pushing this tray into the hallway. Why do you ask?”
He scowled at her. “I am going to take a bath. Join me.”
His attitude was confusing her. He should be happy that his curse would only last for ten more days. Instead, he seemed upset by something.
She slid the tray out and stood to follow him into the bathing room. Come to think of it, she needed to attend to a few matters of urgency. The privy was off of the bathing chamber, and she quickly used the facilities before looking for Alak in the sunken bath.
He was blowing bubbles from under the water as she took the steps into the bath carefully, her stressed thighs making themselves known. She tugged at his loose black hair, and he rose to the surface with the grace of a merman.
They stood looking into one another’s eyes for an endless moment. His hand reached up to gently move strands of hair away from her face. “I was terrified that I would wake this morning with your blood on me.”
“I gathered as much. There was a reason that the magician sent you to me.”
“It wasn’t just for your obsession with sex?” He was finally smiling, just a little.
Her hand gripped his shaft, stroking lightly. “That was a goodly part of it. Sit on the edge of the pool.”
“What?”
“I am about to demonstrate my obsession once again.”
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then hopped up so that she could suck his cock without drowning.
* * * * * *
The day passed in a blur of sex, food and chess. He was surprised to find her a cunning opponent in the latter, and their match lasted until the last rays of sunlight dipped beneath the edge of the window.
Once again she found herself facing the werewolf with nothing between his claws and her flesh but air. She remained motionless, waiting for him to move.
He paced the floor restlessly, sniffing as if seeking something. His jaws opened as he scented the air and with a yelp of triumph, he darted toward her with his clawed hands extended.
Nakedella found herself being hoisted into the air until she was face-to-face with his muzzle. He tasted her throat, and she let her head fall back in submission. He set his teeth gently into the soft flesh, growling low in his chest.
His superiority confirmed, he licked and nibbled at her breasts as his hands held her suspended in front of him. To anchor herself, she wrapped her heels around his torso as he stimulated her into a moaning mass of heat.
As the scent of her arousal rose to his nostrils, he huffed, moving her into position for him to insert his throbbing cock into her damp heat. They both groaned as her weight bore her firmly onto him until the fur covering his body scratched her inner thighs as she wrapped her legs even more tightly around him.
His claws shifted to her buttocks as he began to raise and lower her in a rapid pattern that sent her spiraling into orgasm in a matter of minutes. Her nipples rasped against the fur on his chest, causing their peaks to send jolts of sensation from her breasts to her clit.
As she rode the aftershocks of pleasure, he con
tinued to move within her. Harder and faster his hands lifted and dropped her to bring his shaft to bursting. Her own trembling fingers left his shoulder, where she was keeping her balance, to rub at her clit, her fingers slipping between their bodies as they heaved together.
She shrieked again as another storm of sensation overtook her with her own stimulation and he howled as she felt the shooting spasms of his seed deep within her.
This night of the full moon became endless. His lust was insatiable, and he didn’t even leave off lapping her pussy when his food was shoved under the door.
Her voice was hoarse and her skin red with irritation, but she was alive when dawn crept through the window the next day. Alak was back into human form and wrapped around her. She hadn’t been able to get away from the frenzied animal the night before, and was sorely in need of a bath.
Sore was the operative word. She tried to move, groaning as all of the muscles that had stiffened up overnight protested. As she sat up, he tightened his hand around the breast it was cradling, and she winced at the pressure on her abraded flesh.
“Morning, Nakedella.” He released her, stretching out his muscles and sinew.
She merely grunted, trying unsuccessfully to swing her legs over the edge of the bed.
“Is there something wrong?”
She grimaced in disgust. “Sore,” was all that rasped through the swelling in her throat.
Moving in a blur of human skin, he scooped her up and carried her into the bathing chamber. He walked down the stairs carefully, sitting on one of the benches built into his bath with a sigh.
She bit her lip as the sensations of the swirling waters overloaded her nerves and confused the motion with fire. Gradually her body welcomed the warmth as her muscles relaxed and her skin rehydrated.
“Was it horrible for you?” He tucked her head under his chin, keeping one hand on her back and the other on her hip.
Her voice was a croak, but the warmth of the water seemed to be helping, “No, not horrible. But you’re very horny when you’re a wolf. There was no rest until the small hours of the morning.” She grimaced. “I screamed myself hoarse.”
“So I didn’t injure you?”
“Nope. Your fur is just very abrasive. My skin is raw.”
“It doesn’t look that bad from here.” He was slightly defensive.
She sighed, took his hand and pressed it between her thighs. “Wrong skin, Alak.”
The rest of their bath was accomplished in silence and he dried her tenderly, with special attention to the angry red areas that spotted her body.
He carried her back into the bedroom, put her in a chair and changed the bedding. She was bemused by the tender care. It was at odds with the Alak she had come to know.
When he talked to Drygan through the door and asked him for some healing balm, she knew that he was racked with guilt over the effects of his curse.
A small jar rattled through the slot shortly after, followed by her food. Alak picked up both, bringing them over to her. “You eat, and I’ll apply the balm.”
With the first stroke of the cooling balm, she sighed and relaxed muscles that she hadn’t realized were tense. By the time she finished her meal, he had rubbed all visible inches of her skin with the cream.
“On the bed, on your back with your thighs spread.” There was a bit of mischief in his eyes.
She shook her head at him and swallowed. She didn’t know what he had planned, but she was sure that she would only end up more sore at the end of it.
“Fine.” He moved quickly again and had her shackled to the bed before she could blink.
Chapter Nine
A tiny squeak was her only protest as her neck, wrists and ankles were locked to the bed by the restraints that she had had installed just in case she decided to run. She hadn’t been confident of her ability to face the wolf, and had been prepared to have herself locked in place.
“This is just so that you don’t rub off the cream until it has a chance to heal you.” He dipped two fingers into the jar, rubbing the lips of her sex.
She sighed as the ache of whisker-burned skin receded. Her clit had taken quite a few nips from the jaws of the predator, and the cool relief caused her to relax in the restraints.
“Hmm…I think that we need to get more of this into you, and my fingers can’t reach deep enough.” With an impish grin, he slathered some of the cream onto the erection that had been beckoning for attention since their bath.
Slowly and carefully, he inserted his slick flesh into her abused channel. She sighed and groaned at the dual sensations of fullness and cool relief. It was a long, slow slide into her pussy that finally saw him fully seated to the hilt.
He leaned forward to give her a gentle kiss, his hips shifting in a slow thrust that was perfect for her current physical state.
With her body tied down she had nothing to do, so she waited for him to bring her to her release. Her eyes closed and she shivered as his strokes took him past the sensitive area on the front wall of her channel. He was suspending his body above hers so that the only places that their skin touched were at the mouth and groin.
It was the only place that contact was maintained as he groaned and spurted within her. She sighed in contentment, even though her own release had eluded her. With deliberate care, he removed himself from her body and set about tidying up the room.
During the entire day, he only let her go to attend to nature’s call and play a game of chess. In the middle of the afternoon, he shackled her to the bed once again.
He applied the cream to her using the same technique, but this time she shivered and bucked gently in release as he stroked within her.
His transformation into his wolf form was much calmer now that the full moon had passed and the strength of his curse was waning. He licked her to orgasm, then mounted her until his satisfaction howled through him, ate his dinner and slept up against her, his tail protectively curled over her.
* * * * * *
Alak woke before she did, and was pleased to see no more abrasions on her tender skin. He had thought that her complete immobility would be a pacifier for his inner wolf, and apparently he had guessed correctly.
With sure fingers he released her restraints, carrying her into the bath to wash the remains of his seed from her thighs. If she could survive one more night with him as a wolf, she need only to stay with him for ten more days and the curse would be broken.
* * * * * *
Nakedella slept through her bath and only began to wake as he toweled her dry. Once again he changed the bedding, then tucked her into the fresh sheets and set the room to rights.
She watched idly as he scrubbed at the bloody reminders of his dinner from the night before and shoved the used and cum-stained bedding through the slot in the door.
Drygan brought food for them both this time and Alak brought it to the bed, feeding her from the tray, bit by bit.
Things were quiet on this last day, and Nakedella slept through most of it, waking to a snarl and the rending of the sheet she was sleeping under.
“Cripes!” Unable to stop herself, she darted away from his grasping clawed hand and ran into the bathing room.
A belling howl from behind her alerted her to her sleep-induced reaction. “Oh, shit.”
He appeared in the doorway, his member erect and dripping with precum, a red light in his eyes giving her all the information she needed. Yep, he still had the hunting urge.
But he didn’t want to eat his prey, he wanted to fuck it.
This was gonna sting.
She crouched low to the floor, snarling her defiance. He let out an echoing snarl and leapt for her. She ducked and rolled under his grasp, sprinting to the other side of the room, keeping the bathing pool between them. She met his gaze again, and realized that he was playing with her. He could have caught her in a few paces, but he was having fun.
With his jaws hanging open slightly, he lunged again, this time forcing her to scramble to the back
of the bathing room. He had cornered her.
There was nowhere for her to go except past him. He would never miss if she tried to pass him at that close a range. She had no other choice.
The next time he lunged for her, she darted forward as quickly as she could and was unsurprised to hear her own voice squeal as his hands gripped her from behind, lifting her off her feet.
A growl that was more of a purr rumbled in her ear. She could almost hear him chuckling. Against her buttocks, the head of his cock rubbed back and forth as he moved her against him.
Taking her into the bedroom, he laid her on her belly across the edge of the bed. Her legs were too long to stand in that position, but it was impossible to kneel. One hand on her back kept her in place as he used her helpless body for his own satisfaction. Only a few strokes had his hips slamming into her for his orgasm. Then he released her, crawling onto the bed himself.
In a position he had not taken with her before, he lay on his back, grasping her hand to tug her over him.
She smiled in bemusement and straddled his hips. She sank oh-so-slowly onto him, watching the cords in his neck flex as his head fell back in reaction. She braced herself with her hands on his furry belly and levered herself almost off of him, then sank back down with a wet rush. This was the pace that she set; slowly, almost coming off his straining member, then a slippery drop with both of their bodies humming with tension.
His clawed hands came up to grip her breasts as she rose and fell with a beat that had them both coated with sweat in minutes.
Having cum before, his stamina was greater than hers and she quivered and slumped onto him as her body milked at his flesh, trying to draw out his semen.
Every time she started to rise, the aftershocks stole the strength from her arms and her weight dropped her further onto his tumescence.
Defeated by her own orgasm, she raised her head to meet his eyes. He huffed his acquiescence and rolled with her held to him, then stopped, as she was now on her back with him firmly planted between her spread thighs.
