as his other hand maneuvered deftly over her crotch. Emily covered her mouth a second time when he dipped a finger into the crevice between the folds and found her ready. He drew his finger, already wet with her, up over her belly button, leaving a small dark trail, like the path of a snail.
In moments he was out of his jeans as well and perched above her as she leaned into the couch on her back. Gently she spread her legs and looked down. Sam had changed again – the look in his eyes was the same one she had seen when he was in Bear form. As if in this moment, even though he was still in human form, every other part of him had transformed. He grunted and she saw his penis swell, hard and stiff in front of her, its head engorged and swollen red with blood.
“Put it in,” she pleaded, her voice suddenly reaching a desperate timbre.
Carefully he rested the shaft against the small divot and she felt it press against the bottom of her clitoris. The experience was like another electric shock, something that caused her whole body to tremor and she raised her back, arching her breasts toward him.
He guided his member closer to her vagina and pushed gently against it, causing Emily to squirm as it worked its way into her. She tried to relax and allow him entry, but the feeling of having another person in her was almost too much to bear and she reflexively clenched the inner muscles of her vagina. Sam must have felt it because he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to keep from coming all at once.
“You’re so tight.” He murmured.
“I know… deeper, please, fuck me, Sam.” She replied, her hands clutching at Sam’s wrists as she leaned into her and his hips bucked.
There was a wet sound and Sam opened his eyes and looked down at Emily. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow like a thousand golden scrolls, and he had become the scribe, the one to write her tale. She was beautiful and as she began to move back and forth Emily opened her mouth in pleasure, her eyes dreamily half-closed as he worked her towards an orgasm.
“I’m almost there.” She murmured, gripping his wrists harder and opening her legs wider to him.
He plunged in deeper and deeper, and Emily felt her insides burning. She let out a deep scream that bubbled up from her belly, which was already in spasms with the beginning of the orgasm. Sam leaned over her as he came inside her, burying his mouth against hers to muffle the scream of her pleasure and she wrapped his legs around them. An explosion seemed to rocket her insides, and she wrapped her legs around him and thrust viciously into him, eager to experience every moment of the orgasm for as long as it lasted.
She shook, her whole body like one single tremor lulling into the night, and exhaled slowly as Sam relaxed into her. She felt numb, drained, utterly exhausted, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her fingers through Sam’s hair. He pulled back and looked deep into her green eyes again and kissed her. Then slowly he withdrew from her. They lay side by side. They didn’t need to speak – speech was, like Lily had famously said once before, ill-equipped to them. They only needed touch.
For long hours afterward, until Emily finally fell asleep against his chest with Sam’s arms wrapped around her and the blanket covering both of them on the couch, the flames in the fireplace seemed to dance, as if in celebration of something that was beyond a mortal understanding.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning when Emily awoke, there was already a shaft of early sunlight coming in through the kitchen window, illuminating the latent dust. She propped herself on her elbows and
In moments he was out of his jeans as well and perched above her as she leaned into the couch on her back. Gently she spread her legs and looked down. Sam had changed again – the look in his eyes was the same one she had seen when he was in Bear form. As if in this moment, even though he was still in human form, every other part of him had transformed. He grunted and she saw his penis swell, hard and stiff in front of her, its head engorged and swollen red with blood.
“Put it in,” she pleaded, her voice suddenly reaching a desperate timbre.
Carefully he rested the shaft against the small divot and she felt it press against the bottom of her clitoris. The experience was like another electric shock, something that caused her whole body to tremor and she raised her back, arching her breasts toward him.
He guided his member closer to her vagina and pushed gently against it, causing Emily to squirm as it worked its way into her. She tried to relax and allow him entry, but the feeling of having another person in her was almost too much to bear and she reflexively clenched the inner muscles of her vagina. Sam must have felt it because he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to keep from coming all at once.
“You’re so tight.” He murmured.
“I know… deeper, please, fuck me, Sam.” She replied, her hands clutching at Sam’s wrists as she leaned into her and his hips bucked.
There was a wet sound and Sam opened his eyes and looked down at Emily. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow like a thousand golden scrolls, and he had become the scribe, the one to write her tale. She was beautiful and as she began to move back and forth Emily opened her mouth in pleasure, her eyes dreamily half-closed as he worked her towards an orgasm.
“I’m almost there.” She murmured, gripping his wrists harder and opening her legs wider to him.
He plunged in deeper and deeper, and Emily felt her insides burning. She let out a deep scream that bubbled up from her belly, which was already in spasms with the beginning of the orgasm. Sam leaned over her as he came inside her, burying his mouth against hers to muffle the scream of her pleasure and she wrapped his legs around them. An explosion seemed to rocket her insides, and she wrapped her legs around him and thrust viciously into him, eager to experience every moment of the orgasm for as long as it lasted.
She shook, her whole body like one single tremor lulling into the night, and exhaled slowly as Sam relaxed into her. She felt numb, drained, utterly exhausted, and she couldn’t help but smile as she ran her fingers through Sam’s hair. He pulled back and looked deep into her green eyes again and kissed her. Then slowly he withdrew from her. They lay side by side. They didn’t need to speak – speech was, like Lily had famously said once before, ill-equipped to them. They only needed touch.
For long hours afterward, until Emily finally fell asleep against his chest with Sam’s arms wrapped around her and the blanket covering both of them on the couch, the flames in the fireplace seemed to dance, as if in celebration of something that was beyond a mortal understanding.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning when Emily awoke, there was already a shaft of early sunlight coming in through the kitchen window, illuminating the latent dust. She propped herself on her elbows and
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