“I suppose they like to smell their mates.” She said in a mesmerize tone slowly losing herself to him.
“Supposedly,” he said as his soft lips pressed lightly on the side of her neck, with a short hot breathe warming her skin, blowing down to her cleavage.
“What wolves tend to do is to scent their mates.” He said with the tip of his nose drawing small circles on her neck. She found the warming sensation to be maddening. Her neck automatically tilted sideways revealing all the length of the fragileness of her neck.
The tip of his nose, like the touches of finger-tips moved slowly to the underside of her jaw, pushing it up tilting her head upwards. He crossed the arc of her jaw to the boundaries of her chin. He was scenting her, or at least, enjoying her aroma. His mouth clamped down on her chin, sucking on it. His teeth slightly digging to her. It was an act of possession.
“Is this scenting Elliot? Do you like my scent?” He didn’t answer her. It wouldn’t matter anyways. His lips had found hers. He sucked on her air, drawing in every molecule from her throat, emptying her lungs of precious oxygen. It felt ecstatic. Like he drew her flesh from her very source. When she sucked air to replenish, she too sucked his very essence, his smell, his aroma. It was the smell of pine and ground and overwhelmingly masculine.
His tongue gave her all the encouragement that she needed. Entangled tongues glided together in a slippery dance of lust. She felt the moisture form between her legs.
She leaped onto him while kissing. Her legs caught by his strong arms and placed by his hips. Their mouths engulfed each other in passionate exchange. Her soft hands began to clamp lightly on his neck. Then down his traps, the humps of muscles that crowned the sides of his neck. She trailed his curves to the bowling balls of his broad shoulders. Her fingers clamped on the outer edge of his shoulders. Then her fingers found his biceps, which were firm and solid, and veiny.
“You’re so hard.” She said out loud. Just imagine how hard his cock would be.
“heh.” He smiled pulling away from her. “I am hard as how you are soft.”
He released his hold. And stood up. She would have fallen in the ground, but he squatted a little offering his muscular thighs so that her butt would sit on them. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Locking them around him, locked in the ankle. They were one in body and mind.
He had no problems supporting her weight. He spread his arms fully to the side. Then he grabbed the sides of her torso to the flesh side of her succulent breasts. She unlocked their kiss and offered her chest fully to him.
It didn’t take long before the sensuous silk was ripped. Her exposed fleshy mounds bounced excitedly to greet him. He cupped them together with the base of his palm. Kneading them together in large circular motions, stretching them apart, them pulling them together. Then again he placed the tip of his nose directly on the center cleavage where her mounds coalesced. Taking in large whiffs of her scent.
“I like how you smell. It’s exhilarating.” He said, taking one of her mounds and preparing to put it in his mouth. The tip of his tongue grazed the underside of her breasts. It dragged across the sides, almost to the armpits, then slowly encircling the top area of her breasts. Slowly his wet tongue rested on her cleavage.
She wanted him to take her tips between his lips, to suckle them. Her wish was granted. His fiery lips drew in and clamped on her aching tips.
Yes. Like that. Yes. Like that.
Sensing her pleasure, he started nibbling, softly biting her. His sucking was not only fiercely seductive, there was also an element of gentleness in the way he sucked on her nipples. He started soft then hard. Then soft again. Then hard again. Her whole breasts throbbed.
Aching to receive him more. She looked down on him. And was pleasantly appealed by the gorgeous man whose eyes were closed, savoring her fleshy mounds. She clutched the back of his head and pulled him to her breasts.
“Yes. I like it like that.” She said moaning a deep rumble of feminine joy.
With his large pearly teeth, he scraped through her nipple. From the tip dragging down towards the base. Laps of hot wet tongue contorted, encircling the shaft of her tips. His stroking of her nipples released a jagged breathe of joy from deep within her. He was devouring her.
“Yes! That’s it Elliot! I am yours!”
“I know.” He pulled back his mouth from the sucking of her nipples. “You are mine now. I claim you. Not only do I possess your mind I also possess every atom that make up your flesh. You belong to me.”
But his voice were lost to her now. Claim. Belonged. Mine. Atoms.
He slid the palm of his powerful hands down to her sides, to the tight curvature of her spine, trailing down the mounds of her ass. She could feel his fingers reach behind her. Through her panty and down to her cheeks of her ass. With his firm grab, her flesh was pulled by her panty, which then ripped as if it was nothing but decorative paper.
He grabbed on to her cheeks and spread them apart. “You’re mine now.”
She felt the rush of air slide through the center of her womanhood. As if stroking a fire, burning heat burned from her insides. She ached to receive him. This burning was quenched with the rushing of liquid which moistened the canyon between her pulled butt cheeks
She wanted to grab his large cock. The one that she had only briefly seen when he opened the door.
“Take me now, Elliot.” Please take me.
As if he was reading her mind, he took wide steps towards the corner of the room. The clanging of musical keys echoed. He placed her on the face on the piano.
Every note sang through the cavernous living room as she adjusted herself. Her wetness slid through the keys, lubricating them. She knew, she just knew, that she would take her here.
Resting her on the piano. His finger brushed gently through the center of her legs. Then his fingers continued down the insides of her legs. Then he traced her calves, and reached her ankle. His snapping grip of her ankle was strong.
He looked at her straight in the eyes with a smile on her face. Using her ankles, he spread her legs to their maximum. The keys of the piano echoed her discomfort of being stretched. But comfort returned when she saw Elliot towering over her.
Her spread-out, flayed, legs revealed the planks of his chest. Her eyes trailed his chest. Those hardened planks of steel. Her gaze went downward to the corrugated leanness of his sexy abs then down his Adonis handle.
It was staring at her. His massive fully erect cock pointed at her. A drip of semen coaxed its opening. She was uncertain whether she wanted to taste it first or be penetrated by it. It doesn’t matter. She didn’t have a choice.
His eyes enjoyed the frailty of her position. He had her exactly how he wanted her. Ready to be impaled. The tip of his cock resting on her tummy.
“Who do you belong to?” he said as he smirked rubbing the underside of his head on her tummy, grazing the tip of her most sensitive spot.
“I belong to you.” She said respectfully as another round of liquid readied her to receive him.
He crouched so that his shaft bisected the top of her flower, grazing the clitoris, that soft sensitive nub. He rocked back and forth, warming her, slicing her with the jaggedness of his foreskin. She felt his massive rod must have weighed a ton as it pressed deeply into her.
“Now please! I belong to you! Please! I want to.. no.. I need you inside of me.” She shrieked.
The light of the fire streamed through his shaft, illuminating the veins that encircled his massiveness. She was delighted, but also there was fear. The fear of not knowing whether he could fit in her. She didn’t want to displease him. As the light of the fire shifted, the head of his massiveness rested on her doorway. Her wet flower’s lips, parted with the same slimy crackle of fire. His head peered inside her.
“How do you want it?” he said imperiously. “Slow or fast?”
How generous of him to ask. But before she could answer, he swiftly slammed against hers, impaling her in his massiveness. Befor
e the sudden penetration could claim her, she wriggled, positioning herself to contain him.
“Ugrrh” She moaned. He growled of satisfaction.
His massive cock stretched her to her limits, filling every macro inch of her hole. She felt every inch of his cock writhe inside of her. Violent clangs of keys of piano matched her movement. The sound seemed to reflect the invading of her space. But there would be no comfort her. The speed of how quickly he had thrust himself was only matched by how swiftly he pulled his entirety out of her.
Schloop.
She couldn’t believe how big he was. He was the size of the largest cucumber she’d seen, with the width of a baseball bat. His slimy sausage glistened under the light, gloriously wet from his quick visit. He throbbed like a heart. Every expanse of his cock engorged in noble blood.
As if magnetized, her insides yearned for him. Grabbing her ankle, he pulled her apart even more so that she felt like a ragdoll frog. A frog whose insides were to be used as a science experiment. But there was no horror, only lust that glistened from her eyes.
“Please put it back it…” she said unable to believe that she was begging to be penetrated.
Again, her wish was fulfilled. He slammed down on her with such ferocity that the entire piano shook. Her shouts cascaded upwards the dome over the edge of the mountain. She heard a distant rumble of lightning, it was if nature itself sympathized with her.
He rocked inside of her. Each thrust sending a shockwave that pulled her body away. But like steel is attracted to the magnet, she was pulled back to him. The thunder grew even louder. She felt electrified from within.
A warm spark formed inside of her. This pulsating spark caused her muscles to clench, to tighten. She knew it was about to happen. The lights of her insides grew even more intense. Building in heat. Like electric currents coursing from her insides. Her toes pointed in response.
Please don’t stop.
The banging of the keys grew louder. His thrusts turned to a furious rhythm. She was nearing her completion. Her electrified insides sent a singular wave of pleasure. This wave traversed her legs and curled up to her toes. She knew she was in it. The moment of sheer delight was about to consume her. Another spark was unleashed, electrifying every node of her body. Her knees shook and her feet curled. She writhed uncontrollably.
“Give in to me.” He said.
As if in command, waves after waves of pleasurable energy gushed. Energizing every molecule of her body. The wave surged to a fiery delight of physicalized lust. The final spark culminated to the ripping of a violent electrical shock that coursed from her. She was unable to control the quivering of her long legs, nor any part of her body. The sensation of being electrified from the insides was too much to handle.
Her body undulated against the piano, bouncing against his steely body. The arching of her back stretched to the limits, then curled again, trying to quench that energy that was eating her from the insides. Her hands shook along with her fingers. The unrelenting shaking of her legs quivered violently as another wave was building inside of her.
Mind-fuck.
She heard him say but no sound came out of his mouth. He slid his cock in farther in her but his manhood was so stiff and strong that it lifted her from the insides. Her body responded by releasing a stronger wave of pleasure. Her body thrusts upwards. Her teeth clenched hard.
“Ngggggh”
She’s never felt anything like this before. Another surge of electric pleasure shot through her, stiffening her spine and extending her toes. He smiled when he grabbed on to her hair and pulled it back, looking deep into her eyes.
The ball of energy literally burst inside of her again, but this time with such an intensity that she thought that it was as if she were struck by lightning. Her vision started turning black. Consumed by a powerful energy that it could not handle. It tried to handle it, but it couldn’t. Hot liquid gushed from her pleasure center, trying to quench the fire in her.
Lightning bolts of spasms caused her whole body to rock violently. She was electrified from the core! Again her legs shot through the air quivering. She grabbed the paneled back of Elliot’s back. Clenching her teeth hard, her nails dug deep into Elliot’s back scraping them in deep wide strokes.
The energy that poured throughout her started to reclaim themselves. She had found herself biting into Elliot’s shoulder when it was over.
Having sense that she had experienced her deliverance, Elliot plunged into her again and again. His breathe turned ragged. The rumble on his throat turned to a growl. He lifted her entire body in the air grabbing her by her ass. As gravity found her falling he countered by shoving his fullness into her. The vicious cycle of slamming against her formed his very own bolts of fulfillment.
She sensed all this. Even though she was exhausted she firmed her insides. She felt his spark turn to fiery lightning bolts of lava, spilling into her, embalming her.
She felt him shiver a bit, then his growl turned to satisfied moaning. He kissed her passionately on the neck. Still inside of her, he carried her to the sofa.
His large arms gave her the feeling of safety. She was utterly spent! But still, spooning with a hot billionaire wolf shifter, formed a smile on her face. His hands trailed down her breasts then to her tummy. He sighed of relief. The warmth of the fire place and the warmth of his body was last thing she remembers before her heavy lids closed to darkness.
When she left, he felt a pang of sadness. With his work he tried to block the thoughts of wanting her. He’d send her money, of course. Then use his connections to get her into the best possible situation in life as possible.
She told him she wanted to stay. He knew she did, but he wasn’t ready. He was still a wolf and he’s bound to unleash himself to another being unwillingly. He didn’t want that.
He toyed with the settings of his plasmatron. This thing must work, it has to work. He never wanted anything else in his life. Why does everyone deserve happiness and why does he not? He had isolated himself in his work, trying to cure himself with his projects. But it wasn’t working.
The clattering of metal as he wrenched the device was his only companion. He envisioned seeing the hawk. His grandfather circling from above with his wings spread majestically, and proudly on him. He wondered what would have happened if his farfar had chosen to devote himself to his work, locking himself up, just like he had.
There wouldn’t be me. He sighed in silence.
The only thing he was sure about was that none of the work mattered anymore. Without her. Without her warmth pressed against him – what was there to live for?
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Was it all a dream? She hung quietly in the office in the center of silicon-valley, amidst wealth, amidst the successes. She’s touched a part of him and now she longed for him.
“Great work on capturing the interview Gina” said the bright smile of the editor in chief, Mark. “I didn’t know how you did it, but getting the recluse billionaire to come out and play warrants a promotion.”
She didn’t say anything. Was their union forbidden? Is there no other way to belong to him? Even here miles away, she could feel his thoughts, his sadness, and it resonated deep within her. A part of her took pity of him. Knowing that he would most likely stay in isolation on the top of the mountains with storm-clouds always hovering closely. She could feel his thoughts.
Her tummy grumbled. She placed her hand on her tummy. He has a future.
“Is something wrong Gina?” said Mark, editor in chief. He too was a successful figure in silicon-valley, an alpha billionaire.
“I’m fine.” She said throwing a down casted glance to the newly waxed office floor.
“No you’re not. Something happened in that castle didn’t it?” Mark said taking an office chair, sliding it close to her.
“A part of me feels for him, you know keeping himself locked up all alone in that mountain,” she said. “For all the intelligence that he has, he still has to be lonely. Life is not fair,”
she told him with her eyes almost watering.
Mark understood what she meant. The successes in his field did not come cheap either. He’d lost many things to have his current lifestyle. “Gina, I know what you’re talking about. But realize that this is his path. For whatever reason this is what the universe conspired him to endure..” Mark said.
“But if it’s sorrow that you feel. To me, it means that you’re invested in him. You’ve seen the good in him.” He said with kindness sparkling in his eyes. “But take my advice with a grain of salt. Men like Elliot know what they want. They’re willing to sacrifice everything to get what they want. If he truly wants you then he’ll come after you. Now rest-up Gina, go home take a week off. You deserve it.”
When she left the office it was already dark. The soft full moon hung ominously in the sky, a solitary witness of the events of the universe. The footsteps of her stilettoes resonated in the lonely parking lot.
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