Julia rubbed her face against his testes, licking and kissing his sensitive tissues with shameless abandon. Nikolai moaned and shifted against her rooting face, trembling with the force of his own arousal. She drew the hard spheres of his sac into her mouth, gently sucking on him, and he nearly managed to buck her off so violently did he move in response.
“Julia, that feels so gooooood,” he howled. The unmistakably canine sound startled but excited her, and she took more of him into her mouth, as much as she could fit without hurting him.
All the while she suckled him, her hands roved over his body, exploring the liquid ripples of the muscles in his stomach and chest as he moved beneath her. He was a delight of poetic motion beneath her fingertips, amazing her with every tiny nuance of movement that he made. He didn’t move like a normal person—like a human—his musculature seemed much more in nature complex than that. He looked like a human but he moved like a dream. She’d always noticed that about him, but never more than she did now when he was at her mercy on the bed. His body was truly an amazing construction of muscle and bone, a miracle in evolutionary design.
She wanted to paint him. Or sculpt him. Or better yet, both. His perfection had to be captured in art, her art, to pay homage to it properly in her estimation.
“I need to be inside of you, my Julia. You are driving me mad with lust,” Nikolai groaned.
Julia noticed how he strained at his bonds, not in fevered delirium now as he had only hours before, but in passionate response to her caresses. She drew her mouth away from his testicles and smiled up at him. She darted her tongue out and licked along the shaft of his penis as though it were an ice cream cone. Nikolai roared his response and jerked beneath her again.
“Do not toy with me, Julia. I can smell how ready you are, you do not need to be more prepared to take me into your body. Stop teasing me,” he demanded.
She ignored him, popped the head of his cock into her mouth and suckled on it as though it were a lollipop. He bucked his hips and sent his shaft deeper into her mouth. She coated his length with the moisture of her own saliva and moved on him in a rhythm she knew he would like best. Up and down, down and up she moved, taking him over and over again into the hot cave of her throat. He was absolutely delicious!
Julia heard a cracking, splintering sound and jerked her mouth away from him to see what the racket was. Gasping, she witnessed Nikolai’s hands, now sporting long, wicked claws, digging into the wood of her bed frame as he hung on for dear life. Deep, ragged scars riddled the wood where his claws had scraped before finding purchase, accounting for the startling noise.
“Please, Julia. Take me,” he growled, shamelessly begging her for release.
It thrilled her to no end that she had brought this response from him with her ministrations. She bestowed one last tonguing kiss to the crown of his sex and crawled further up his body. “Since you asked so nicely, I guess I’ll give in just this once,” she teased in a whisper.
“Minx. You will pay for this when I am free.” His dark smile was a wicked promise all its own.
“Who says I’ll ever untie you after such a threat?”
“Oh, I promise you that I will make it an enjoyable debt to fulfill. Never doubt that, love.” He snapped his fanged jaws threateningly, but his eyes twinkled with devilish enjoyment. “Now wrap that lovely pussy of yours around my cock and fuck me hard like I know you want to.”
His base words thrilled her to her toes and she moved to do just that. She was so wet between her legs that when she straddled him she looked down to see one lone, silvery drop of her arousal splash down onto his heated flesh. He gasped, obviously having felt it, and groaned. Julia slowly lowered herself onto him, tentative in her movements, as this position was new for her. The broad tip of his cock butted against her portal and Julia felt a small resistance then a tiny pop as he slid into her, stretching her. She let out a shuddering breath as she lowered herself, slowly, onto him. It seemed to take forever, but at last she was seated fully upon him, feeling him deep within her as never before.
“You feel like silk and fire, gripping me like a fist. I can feel your heart beat around me, pulsing in rhythm to mine. I have never felt such bliss,” he moaned out.
Julia was beyond words, beyond thought, beyond anything but feeling. She leaned forward and braced her hands on his chest, taking him impossibly deeper into her body, and kissed him with all the pent up passion she’d been hoarding over the course of her life. She lifted her hips up off of him, until his cock had almost slipped free of her, then lowered back onto him. Slowly she repeated the movements, sheathing him again and again in her wet heat, the friction caused by her movements driving them both up towards the heavens.
Nikolai’s sharpened teeth bit into the soft flesh of her lower lip as their kisses grew deeper and more impassioned. The small bite was just short of breaking the skin and made her cry out with surprise at the mixture of pleasure and pain the tiny nip caused.
“Sorry,” he murmured before their kisses resumed once more and she responded by rolling her hips over him in a sensuous, feline movement, drawing a gasp of pleasure from Nikolai and swallowing it greedily into her mouth. She repeated the movement and he groaned. It thrilled her to her toes that she could affect him so dramatically with nothing but the motions of her body and his responses encouraged her to use her body upon him more creatively, swaying and rolling, grinding and thrusting onto him, using her breasts and belly and legs to caress him as she moved. It was decadent. It was wonderful and they were both soon breathless and moaning with passionate abandon, heedless to the symphony of noises they made between them.
Julia increased her rhythm as her body wound itself tight in preparation for release and Nikolai hissed between his teeth as his climax approached in unison with hers. Moving her body just so, she angled her hips down so that Nikolai’s pubic hair rubbed deliciously against her swollen clit. The gentle, scraping friction against her most sensitive tissue made her gasp and moan and dig her fingers into the muscles of his chest as she rode him. Nikolai roared and bucked up against her so violently that there came a great cracking noise—the protestations of splintering wood—and suddenly he had his arms free of their bonds.
“Oh god,” Julia cried, in surprise to see her bed frame decimated and in pleasant shock as her body clamped itself down on and around Nikolai’s when she came.
It was a wondrous release and so all consuming that Julia’s vision and hearing dimmed so that all that remained in her world was the feel, taste and smell of Nikolai. And the sound—he roared loud enough to alarm the entire apartment building surely—as he rose up beneath her and reached out his arms to clutch her tightly to him.
There came a white-hot pain at her shoulder and she cried out with the unexpectedness of it, but she was so far gone in her release that the pain only mingled with the pleasure, driving her up higher and higher into the stars. Never before had there been such exquisite ecstasy, such mindless bliss. Had Julia tried she would never have been able to explain the wonder that she felt just then. Colors of unimagined hue danced behind her tightly closed eyelids. Perfumed scents of a thousand different unknown hosts assailed her nostrils, until her head swam with more than just sexual delight. Her hearing came back with a rush and a roar, and Julia would have sworn that she could hear the slightest whisper of the mice in the building, the steady drone and hum of electric gadgets throughout the city, the honk and brake of the cars in the streets beyond her apartment.
Nikolai’s mouth was at her shoulder, holding her as only a dominant male would as he thrust into her, spending himself with a hot rush of semen into her womb. Even that sense, that feeling of his body filling hers, was magnified to the point that it seemed to Julia she could feel every separate drop of his essence as it flowed into her. It was magnificent in every way imaginable, like nothing Julia had ever known before, and she screamed out her joy, clutching her lover to her as tightly as she could manage with desperate hands. The scent of him fil
led her, drowning out all the other strange smells that had bombarded her, and her heart ached with the need for more of that perfect bouquet. She wanted to roll her body in that scent—to mark herself with his essence—so that his memory would never be far from her mind. So that any who dared to stray too close would know she belonged to him wholly and utterly, in every way.
It was madness. It was chaos. It was love.
Eons seemed to pass them by, ages in which they shuddered and moaned and spent themselves in each other’s embrace. Then their passions abated and they were left in the afterglow. Trembling with a sudden and great fatigue, they collapsed back against the pillows and the bed, much abused these past two days, and fell with a mighty thud onto the floor. The frame fell in tatters about them, but they were by far too weary to give it much notice. Julia felt warm moisture at her shoulder and reached a lazy hand up to find that Nikolai had broken her skin with his bite, leaving tiny rivulets of blood behind. The wound burned but did not pain her over much so she let it go, snuggling down into her lover’s arms and letting her heavy eyes close.
Within moments they were both heavily asleep, ensconced more deeply in Morpheus’ embrace than ever they had been before, so weary were they. And, unnoticed, the punctures in Julia’s flesh—caused by Nikolai’s wolfish fangs—closed slowly until the bleeding stopped.
Chapter Thirteen
It was late afternoon when Julia awoke from her slumber. Nikolai was still deeply asleep, looking so handsome and young in his repose that Julia’s breath was stolen from her at the sight. His face was completely free of care and worry and it was the first time Julia had ever seen it thus. It warmed her heart to know that she had helped him find such peace.
Looking about her she chuckled at the disarray that littered the floor about them. Strangely enough, the sight of her poor, abused bed didn’t upset her in the least. Though she didn’t have the funds to replace her bed frame it didn’t seem to matter much just then. There were more important things on her mind.
Like food.
Her stomach was empty and aching, growling and snarling its discomfort so loudly that Julia was surprised the noise didn’t wake Nikolai. But he slept on, obviously needing his rest far more than food just then. She rolled from the mattress as it rested in dishevelment on the floor and shot to her feet with a giggle. She felt invigorated, happy and ready to face the world. Skipping to the kitchen she looked in her cupboards and refrigerator for something suitable—or at least something filling—to eat. All that she found was her customary stash of ramen noodles, canned soup, crackers and bread. She supposed she could whip up a quick mayonnaise sandwich—the pauper’s delicacy she’d adopted as her own in recent years—it would tide her over until Nikolai awakened and she could make more soup for the both of them then.
It took her no more than a minute to make her meal—two pieces of bread, mayonnaise, salt and pepper—and even less time than that to devour it. She looked at the time and went to make a phone call. She planned on playing hooky from work, the first time ever for her.
George picked up on the fifth ring.
“Hello Georgie, pordgie,” Julia quipped.
“Julia? You sound really weird.”
“Yeah, well thanks for being tactful.” Julia laughed at her own upbeat tone. It was truly good to be alive. “Remember Friday when you said you’d cover for me whatever day I wanted if I would fill in for your shift?” She didn’t give him any time to answer before she barreled onward. “Well guess what, Georgie? Today’s that day—or tonight, I guess I should say. I’m scheduled from seven p.m. until three a.m. and I’ll need you to fill in for me.”
“Wait a minute, Julia, I can’t—“
“Sorry, George, but I gotta go now. Be sure you’re there on time. If you’re not…well lets just say that your mommy and daddy will have to send you more spending money because you certainly won’t be earning it at the hotel.”
“You can’t fire me, Julia. You don’t have that authority,” George scoffed.
“Maybe not, but Mr. Morlock certainly does. And when I threaten to quit if you’re not booted out, who do you think he’ll send packing?”
“That’s not fair,” George whined.
“So sorry, so sad, boo hoo hoo.” Julia laughed at herself again, surprised at her own behavior but reveling in it all the same. It was amazing what a bout of good sex could do for one’s self-confidence. “Be at work or else, George. Bye, bye.” She hung up on his sputtered protestations, feeling rather pleased with herself.
Julia went into her bedroom once more to check on Nikolai. He seemed to be resting deeply and calmly; all of the previous night’s rages seemed to have left him. Perhaps his fears were unfounded and his change wasn’t upon him just yet, or perhaps he was becoming more accustomed to the city around him. Julia couldn’t guess. But she was glad that he seemed more at ease just now. The question was, would he stay this way? Or would his agitation return once he awakened from his slumber? It was probably better that she err on the side of caution and go out to buy more rope, just in case he needed to be tied up once more. The bed was a shambles so she couldn’t tie him to it should the need arise, but if she bought enough rope she could perhaps hog-tie him until he got better. Surely that would hold him, no matter how strong he was.
Julia quickly penned a note to Nikolai, telling him she would be out for an hour or so—in case he awoke while she was out purchasing necessary supplies—and left it for him on the pillow beside his head. She couldn’t resist running her fingers lightly over his golden hair as it spilled out around him. It felt like the softest of silks and glinted in the sunlight that spilled through her bedroom windows. She could have stood there for hours, just watching him sleep, but she had errands to run. She forced herself to back away from her lover, exiting the room and closing the door with a soft click behind her, leaving Nikolai to his rest.
* * * * *
New York City was a bustling giant of a place. Even in the worst weather the sidewalks were crowded with people, and on a busy day when viewed from the high windows above, the ground below seemed to undulate like a giant serpent with the movement of so many bodies. Julia had never grown used to the massive numbers of people that surrounded her day by day, having been raised in a small and lightly populated area. She was more accustomed to wide, open spaces, with barely a soul wandering about at any given time. Crowds were not her cup of tea, to say the very least.
But today nothing could have blackened her good mood. Which was good because it was a lovely afternoon and many people had ventured out of doors to enjoy it. Instead of hiring a cab to take her to the nearest hardware store, Julia elected to walk the several blocks herself, the better to savor such a fine day. It was easy to forget, amidst such pollution and noise, that there were still some vestiges of nature’s bounty to be found on the city streets. Small, kept flowerbeds abounded, along with the occasional fenced off tree. Pigeons were forever in abundance here, but sometimes if one was lucky, one could catch a glimpse of a blue jay, sparrow, or starling. Today, Julia was exceptionally lucky indeed, for a bright red cardinal caught her eye as she passed a small oak tree.
The bird fascinated her, as the sunlight caught the bright plumage and cast brilliant rainbows about the tiny animal. Julia had to shield her eyes against the wondrous color, but she dare not look away for fear that the bird would take flight before she could savor the moment properly. The bird hopped around, searching for insects in the bark of the young tree, puffing its little chest out proudly when it found a mite or two and gobbled it down. Julia would have sworn that she could see the trembling of the bird’s heartbeat within its breast as it pounded there, so intently did she study it. What a beautiful bird it was. How wondrous it seemed that she should catch sight of it on this happy day.
A car horn blared into the air, causing both Julia and the foraging cardinal to jump in startled surprise at the grating sound. The bird took wing into the air, its rouge feathers tinged with gold as the sun shone
through, but Julia wasn’t ready to say farewell to the bird just yet. She raced after it, heedless of the impulsiveness of such an action, or the stares that she received from the passersby as she ran through the crowded walkways. The bird landed on a small fence railing a little over a block away. Julia slowly approached, entranced by the sight of it as it cleaned its feathers, unfazed after its flight from the noises of the surrounding humans.
How much time passed, Julia didn’t know, but she was content to stand there and study the bird, following it when it flew off to find other perches, her mind calmed and eased by so simple a thing. The afternoon sun sank low on the horizon, and the concrete beneath her feet cooled somewhat, drawing her back to herself with a jolt. She remembered her purpose, looked around with some chagrin to find herself several blocks off her original course. She would have to hail that cab after all, if she were to return in a timely manner to Nikolai. She stepped into the street and waved down a passing yellow cab, climbed into the backseat and gave her destination to the driver.
Less than ten minutes later she was entering the hardware store, in search of a length of rope or chain that might be strong enough to hold Nikolai at bay should he grow agitated during the night ahead.
“Do you need any help miss?” A young salesman had approached her as she searched through the aisles.
“I need several feet of heavy rope or chain, if you have any,” she replied.
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