Beastmen & Shapeshifters: Three Breeding Stories by Vivian Leigh Page A
Authors: Vivian Leigh
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inside. He licked his lips with a tongue just a little too big to be purely human. What would it be like to have that tongue lick my pussy? I felt myself grow warm at the thought. I glanced away. If I kept my eyes on him, I knew where this would go. My body ached for a man's touch.
I shoved my arms into my shirt and lifted it over my head. Before I could pull it down, he was beside me. I could feel his breath, warm on my neck. A gentle hand caught my wrist. His lips pressed against my back; he kissed me from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. I let him lower my arms. The shirt fell to the ground.
My body trembled at his touch. His lips reached the back of my neck. He kissed his way forward, up to my ear, then across my jaw. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned into him, forcing my mouth to his. We kissed slowly, carefully. But only at first. Then it was all passion. Fingers tore at buttons. Legs kicked pants away. We fell in a bundle of discarded clothes, our naked bodies writhing together.
I hungered for him. I lusted for his body with a desperation I could hardly imagine and had no intention of containing. I ran my hands over his muscled stomach. He had such strength, such vitality. It made my head swim.
He kissed me again, then slipped down until his head was between my legs. His breath was hot on my soaking pussy. He licked me, his long, velvet tongue spreading me wide open. It was good--supernaturally good. It dipped into my pussy, then stroked up to my clit. He worked me with a rolling wave that sent sparks coursing through my body. It dipped in my pussy again, and my toes tingled.
Then he was moving up my chest. His mouth on my breasts. My nipples between his teeth. His hard cock pressed against my pussy. I guided it inside. Heat. Fullness. Pleasure.
My arms twined through his hair. His mouth rose toward mine. Our bodies pressed together. I flung my hips against him each time he thrust into me. We fucked like our lives depended on it. I felt him get close--his breathing ragged, he plunged into me deeper and slower.
"Not yet," I told him. "Roll over. I get to ride."
He grinned. "You like to be in charge, don't you?"
I pushed his shoulder and he helped me roll with him until he was on his back and I sat astride him. I climbed up on my knees and set to work. Man or wolf, I didn't care. I knew what I wanted and he was going to give it to me.
I pumped my hips against him, a long stroke down, then a good grind against him when he was deep inside me. A minute or two of that and I could feel him stiffen back up. He was ready to cum, but I didn't care. My body buzzed like a hive of hornets. I swear, I could feel my hair tingling. I ground myself down into him again, but rather than lift up in a long stroke, I hammered myself against him, fast and hard.
His groan turned into a feral howl. My moaning became a keen of sheer desire. My orgasm exploded through me like a cannon shot that never ended. I writhed and bucked and clawed and screamed, borne on the wings of ecstasy. I rode him for all he was worth. It felt like an eternity, but finally I could felt him start to fade within me.
Then I collapsed right on top of him.
We lay together, sweaty and exhausted, until a gust of bitterly cold air blew into the cave. I looked up and my eyes met a pair of gleaming wolf eyes. We locked gazes for a long instant, then the wolf backed out of the tent.
"Did you just win a stare down with Romelu?" Luke asked.
"I guess."
He laughed. "You really are a strong woman. I don't think I've ever seen that happen. He has a will like stone."
"Then I guess I have a gaze like water." I leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. "Should we get dressed and let him back inside?"
"If we have to."
I climbed off him and cleaned myself up. We separated our clothes and got dressed, both of us practically glowing in the dim firelight.
I flopped down by the fire and stared into the embers. I had wanted to research werewolves, but I had no idea
I shoved my arms into my shirt and lifted it over my head. Before I could pull it down, he was beside me. I could feel his breath, warm on my neck. A gentle hand caught my wrist. His lips pressed against my back; he kissed me from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. I let him lower my arms. The shirt fell to the ground.
My body trembled at his touch. His lips reached the back of my neck. He kissed his way forward, up to my ear, then across my jaw. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned into him, forcing my mouth to his. We kissed slowly, carefully. But only at first. Then it was all passion. Fingers tore at buttons. Legs kicked pants away. We fell in a bundle of discarded clothes, our naked bodies writhing together.
I hungered for him. I lusted for his body with a desperation I could hardly imagine and had no intention of containing. I ran my hands over his muscled stomach. He had such strength, such vitality. It made my head swim.
He kissed me again, then slipped down until his head was between my legs. His breath was hot on my soaking pussy. He licked me, his long, velvet tongue spreading me wide open. It was good--supernaturally good. It dipped into my pussy, then stroked up to my clit. He worked me with a rolling wave that sent sparks coursing through my body. It dipped in my pussy again, and my toes tingled.
Then he was moving up my chest. His mouth on my breasts. My nipples between his teeth. His hard cock pressed against my pussy. I guided it inside. Heat. Fullness. Pleasure.
My arms twined through his hair. His mouth rose toward mine. Our bodies pressed together. I flung my hips against him each time he thrust into me. We fucked like our lives depended on it. I felt him get close--his breathing ragged, he plunged into me deeper and slower.
"Not yet," I told him. "Roll over. I get to ride."
He grinned. "You like to be in charge, don't you?"
I pushed his shoulder and he helped me roll with him until he was on his back and I sat astride him. I climbed up on my knees and set to work. Man or wolf, I didn't care. I knew what I wanted and he was going to give it to me.
I pumped my hips against him, a long stroke down, then a good grind against him when he was deep inside me. A minute or two of that and I could feel him stiffen back up. He was ready to cum, but I didn't care. My body buzzed like a hive of hornets. I swear, I could feel my hair tingling. I ground myself down into him again, but rather than lift up in a long stroke, I hammered myself against him, fast and hard.
His groan turned into a feral howl. My moaning became a keen of sheer desire. My orgasm exploded through me like a cannon shot that never ended. I writhed and bucked and clawed and screamed, borne on the wings of ecstasy. I rode him for all he was worth. It felt like an eternity, but finally I could felt him start to fade within me.
Then I collapsed right on top of him.
We lay together, sweaty and exhausted, until a gust of bitterly cold air blew into the cave. I looked up and my eyes met a pair of gleaming wolf eyes. We locked gazes for a long instant, then the wolf backed out of the tent.
"Did you just win a stare down with Romelu?" Luke asked.
"I guess."
He laughed. "You really are a strong woman. I don't think I've ever seen that happen. He has a will like stone."
"Then I guess I have a gaze like water." I leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. "Should we get dressed and let him back inside?"
"If we have to."
I climbed off him and cleaned myself up. We separated our clothes and got dressed, both of us practically glowing in the dim firelight.
I flopped down by the fire and stared into the embers. I had wanted to research werewolves, but I had no idea
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