chapter 9. MOUTH-AINS AND THE ORAL PIT OF FIRE.

With every step Wolfaraine took with her to his bedroom, his need for her skyrocketed. The wolf was almost jumping in the anticipation of being so close, so intimate with their woman again. It's only been two weeks, but it felt like forever ago.

Their fingers were laced together as he led her to the bedroom. For the first time in ten days, he felt relaxed at peace.

"Have you had anything to eat tonight? Let me have Mirian make something for you." He offered as he walked her to the bed and she sat down on it.

"I ate already. Eline insisted that I did." She responded, her voice breathless. Her eyes were filled with desire as they met his.

He almost let out a groan when the sweet, familiar scent of her arousal went through his nose. Hell, it was ambrosial as usual.

Calm your urges down, Wolfaraine. The rational part of him was trying to appeal to the caveman in him. He wanted his woman. Now. Spread out on the bed like a feast for the gods.

Ismena was facing her own battle too. She wanted to have a conversation with him, but at the same time she wanted to be in his arms.

She wanted to ask about Nalaila and how things have been with her. She wanted to ask him how he has been. Has he been sleeping well? Eating well? Working well? She wanted to know if there has been any progress in their hunt for the Wild Psychopath.

She wanted to know all that. But more than anything else, she wanted him to make love to her. She wanted to feel his body again in the most intimate way.

She was feeling particularly confident tonight, that must be where the courage came from.

Ismena rose from the bed and walked towards him. She stood in front of him, shy and nervous, but determined at the same time. Palming his cheeks, she looked him in the eyes and whispered, "I am hungry, Wolfe but not for food."

With that, she joined their lips together in a kiss. That seems to be all Wolfaraine was waiting for, because he took over the kiss, letting out a hungry growl.

His lips moved over hers, gentle at first, while his arms went around her waist to draw her closer to him. He licked her lips thoroughly before gently pushing his tongue past her lips and she opened for him with a moan. The kiss was savory, searching and so sweet, that it rocked her world.

It went on for a little while before the tempo of the kiss changed to fast and hungry. He palmed her cheeks, holding her still as he ravished her mouth thoroughly like a starving man. He took her breath away.

Ismena gave as good as she got, kissing him with all the pent-up hunger of the past two weeks. Her hands were roaming all over his body, touching him everywhere she could get her hands on.

No words were said between them as they undressed each other, their lips locked together in a very passionate kiss. Wolfaraine was left standing in only his underwear while Ismena was clad in her bra and panties.

He unhooked her bra, dropping it at their feet before he finally broke the kiss, but he didn't stop. Instead, he trailed kisses down her neck to her shoulder, and then, he stopped at her breasts.

"I've missed you so much," he groaned, raising his eyes to meet her desire-filled, brown ones. His hand caressed her nipples until they puckered, begging for more of his touch.

"I've missed you too. So much." She said, breathlessly. Her hand caressed the back of his head, her body humming with lust for him.

His head came forward, and he took her hard nipple into his mouth and suckled in gentle tugs.

She cried out harshly, her head thrown back as pleasure zinged through her. Her hand tightened behind his head to keep him as close to her as she could. A few seconds later, he started suckling her hard, hungry.

His other hand played with the other nipple, rubbing and tugging at the puckered flesh while his mouth ravaged the other one like a madman.

"Jesus... It feels so good." Ismena moaned, a soft shudder racking down her spine. She was feeling every tug on her clit. God, her body was on fire.

He could make her come just like that, she knows that. But at that moment, Ismena wanted something much more than reaching the very pinnacles of pleasure.

She urged his head back, forcing him to let go of her sensitive nub, and dropped her knees.

"Ena?" Wolfariane's eyes went wild with pure lust.

"It's been so long since I tasted you, I crave to feel you again here..." the sultry whisper was accompanied by a finger pointing at her throat, "I want to taste you again."

Every word made him so hard until he felt like the restrictions of his shorts were strangling his hard cock.

A sigh of relief almost escaped his mouth when she pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out; large, hard, and ready. She opened her mouth, and in one smooth move, she sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck...!" The shout tore from his mouth before he could contain it. It took everything for him not to come then and there, as he was enclosed in her hot, wet mouth.

Pulling back, she sucked him in again, moaning softly, enthused at the feeling and the sight of him looking down at her with wild lust and a control that looks to be hanging on a thread. The way his fists clenched and unclench was an indication.

Releasing him with a pop, she began licking all over his shaft, running her sexy tongue all over him while intentionally avoiding his cockhead. She peppered kisses all over him, humming softly at the enjoyment and power she was feeling with every grunt that comes out of Wolfariane's mouth. It was a heady feeling knowing that she was doing this to him, and she was only getting started.

Precum licked from his cock, she caught it with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes held his as she licked all over his head, before moving down to his base.

He growled in protest, "Stop teasing, Ena."

"I didn't hear 'please' in any of those words, Wolfe." She smiled wickedly, peppering kisses on his engorged flesh.

His eyes narrowed and the lightest of amusement crossed them, "You do know that I'm gonna get my revenge later, right?"

Her clit throbbed, she went hot inside at the meaning of his words. She swallowed tightly.

For a few seconds, she considered if she should continue the byplay with him. The man can be very brutal when he's giving her pleasure, she truly doesn't need to do anything that'll inspire the spirit of revenge in him.

But then again, the temptress inside her was out to play. So, she gave him another seductive lick that had him groaning at the back of his throat.

"Promises, promises..." She responded in a sultry tone.

Ismena kept up the sensual torture for some time, playing with him until his balls were drawn tight, and his cock was red and angry-looking licking a series of precum.

Wolfaraine was sweating and on the very edge of insanity, while Ismena was all innocent-looking as she lapped on his essence and caressed every part of him she could get her hands on. He'd tried to get her to do more that'll get the edge off, but she'd playfully avoided them all.

"Please," he muttered at last, through gritted teeth.

She smiled triumphantly, "There we go, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

Not waiting for a response, she wrapped her mouth around his head and sucked in hard tugs. A loud growl emitted from his throat, his eyes closed and his hand went to her hair, just holding it without applying pressure.

Then she hollowed her cheeks and sucked it so deep into her throat that she gagged a little. He tried pulling back, but her hands went to his ass to pull him even closer to her making him go even deeper until tears sprang to the corners of her eyes. But she took all of him.

"By the blue heavens...!" He let out a strangled cry at the overwhelming sensation that sizzled down his spine. He had to clench his fingers hard to keep from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth until he came.

She pulled back and repeated the process without so much as a gag, humming around him which added vibrations to his length. What she was doing to him was drawing him close to release, so fast, harassing his senses with pleasure.

Then she closed her eyes and swallowed around him.

Wolfaraine cried out, his back bowing in ecstasy.

"Ena, I'm going to..." He trailed off with a groan as she began playing with his heavy sack again. But only for a few seconds because her hands went to his backside and dug in.

Surely, she wasn't urging him to...

But, her beautiful eyes said she was.

Her fingers digging into his skin said he was thinking it right that she actually wanted him to fuck her mouth.

He moaned hotly, shaking his head. "That is not a good idea, baby. I won't be able to hold back-"

She shook her head vigorously, unable to talk because her mouth was stuffed full with his cock.

Don't hold back, her eyes said.

An animalistic snarl tore from his throat as he lost control, his hands held her head to steady her before he drew back and thrust forward over and over again.

He used her mouth thoroughly, fucking into her with reckless abandon. His orgasm was closing in on him like a tidal wave gathering momentum before it strikes.

Guttural groans left his mouth with every thrust, his hand tightening around her head as he watched her with a wild, intense look. Tears were streaming down her face, but her eyes were glazed over in passion, almost like she was feeling his pleasure too which was impossible.

"Fuck, Ena...!" Wolfaraine went over the edge with a hoarse shout. Every muscle in his body locked in, spurts and spurts of his release whipped out of him, and she swallowed them as quickly as she could. But some of them managed to escape her mouth, down her throat. Wolfaraine has never seen a sexier sight before.

He emptied down her throat until she milked him dry before he pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth. Her eyes held his as she swallowed the last of him.

His hand shot out, he dragged her to her feet and kissed her senseless, tasting himself in the process but he didn't care. Instead, he deepened the kiss thoroughly ravishing her mouth as he began walking them back to the bed.

"If I was human, I would probably be pondering who the hell taught you to blow like that, but as a changeling, I needn't ask because I can scent your every emotion, your excitement. That had nothing to do with experience and everything to do with your eagerness to please." he said into her mouth, "You, Ismena, are one hell of a temptress."

He helped settle her on the bed, the way he wanted her. "But, now I believe, that it's my turn." He pulled her red panties down her legs.

Ismena was balanced on her arms, her head raised, she watched him purr like a stroked cat. Her whole body was wired, she was practically shivering in both anticipation and dread.

Anticipation, because her body was dying for him and she was looking forward to him going down on her-she was on fire already. And dread, because she has really come to know how this man operates sexually. He'll take this act to the next level, giving her more than what she can handle, and he will enjoy doing so. From the devilish glint in his eyes, it's somewhere in his plans.

"What are you thinking about? I can hear the wheels of your mind turning." He didn't look at her. His eyes focused solely on her pussy. He loved that she was bare, there was almost no hair in her womanhood.

"I t-think y-you're about to s-set me on fire, more than I can handle." Came the tiny, shaky whispers from her throat.

One side of his lips twitched and his blue eyes twinkled.

That wasn't a smile. And he did not answer her either.

Instead, he spread her legs wide and settled himself well between them. Then, he pushed his head down, closed his eyes, and took a very deep breath.

"Smells like my new heaven right here," He growled before his fingers held her lips, and spread them apart to reveal her glistening, swollen clit. He took a long swipe at her.

Ismena nearly came off the bed, crying out at the sharp pleasure that stabbed through her body, but his hands came up grabbed her legs, and held them captively pinned on either side of her.

Wolfaraine licked down her lips, gently sucking it into his mouth a bit before letting it go. He laid his tongue into it and lapped very gently across her urethra, and her clit, which tinged ecstatically in response.

"Wolfe, ooh," she cried out. He continued to lick her clit, working round and round the hooded nub, then across it several times. Her hips twitched like they wanted to move on their own accord, but she squeezed her thigh muscles, halting the movements.

He caught her clit between his moist, warm lips and sucked on the sensitive little lump of erectile tissue.

"Jesus...." Ismena shrilled, her head felling back on the bed because her arm could no longer hold her, her chest heaving. Everywhere his lips have been burned like wildfire.

He let his tongue glide fully into the mouth of her hot opening which looked wet and red from overuse, and rotated his tongue in the soft, moist, enticingly scented hole.

Her pussy palpitated around his thrusting tongue as rich moisture dribbled onto it and slid down to her ass. He lapped at the moisture greedily, licking every one of them. Then he pushed his tongue fully into her, taking directly from the source so that no liquid escaped again.

"Jesus, oh God, oh God, ohgodohgodohgod," She panted, her body going into overdrive from the sensations coursing through her. He was eating her brains out. Frying her brain cells.

He kept stroking his tongue in and out of her, until she reached a frenzied pitch of arousal. Her body was trembling, her thighs twitching. No matter how he stroked and lapped, more liquid escaped, coating her pussy.

He lapped all of them frantically, hungrily. Tiny growls of pleasure left his throat as he licked every corner of her intimate body, his strong hands holding her down. He was enjoying this, it was in his face and his posture. His cock was so hard, that Wolfaraine was very sure he could spike a nail to the wall.

He increased the tempo, ruthlessly. This time around, he practically devoured her.

Holding her legs wild open, he shoved his mouth to her pussy, licking and raving. There was no technique this time around, instead, he ate her like a mad, starving man. The taste of her was everything he'd imagined and more. He could do this forever.

She looked totally blissed out as he ravaged her pussy. The sounds she made were going to his head like a drug which made him eat her all the more, determined to draw more of those sounds from her sexy, slackened lips.

He pushed his tongue into her tight sheath and she nearly came off the bed-she would have, if he wasn't pinning her down. She made a high keening sound which turned into repeated sobs when he began fucking her with his tongue. Her body shook, he could feel the tremors even with his eyes closed.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! oooooh myyyyyyyy GOOOOOD!!!!" She was screaming mindlessly, gripping tightly to his soft, golden-silver hair. Sweat plastered her hair to her face, her neck, and her shoulder.

Her body has become one fireball of overwhelming sensations, it was too much. She needed a little bit of respite even if it's so little, she'll manage.

"Wait, Wolfe...please...!" Her fingers in his hair gripped tightly and she pushed him with all the strength in her. But she couldn't budge him. Not even an inch.

"Hmmm...." Wolfaraine was humming, completely ignoring her. He placed his thumb and forefinger around her swollen clit, and widened, pushing her lips apart, exposing the very heart of her again. Then he raved her once, twice, and began lapping at her there in very fast motions that caused sounds like tiny, tiny pats to fill the air.

"I'm going to... I'm going to..." She couldn't get the words out as she wanted. The intensity of what she was feeling was in her head, messing with her head, killing her body, and blurring her visions. Ismena could feel her climax approaching like a raving storm.

God, this is too much. It's more than too much.

She sobbed his name repeatedly as a plea at the overwhelming sensations, her hands frantically pushing at his head as her orgasm rode up to her in fast, hard waves. She was so close.

And she'd been right to worry in the beginning that he'd give her more than she could handle.

"Wolf-a-raineeeeeeee...!" She pleaded.

"Hmmm...." he hummed, pleasantly. He didn't stop. He didn't give her a break.

He was enjoying her too much to do any of that. He was groaning, he was growling, and his eyes were closed in utter enjoyment as he lapped and ate her.

The humming made vibrations pass through her clit and into her body, shaking her entire form. His lips covered her oversensitive nub and sucked hungrily. At the same time, he nibbled her.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a tornado. Ismena through her head back and screamed his name as her body exploded into million pieces. Her hands had a mind of their own at this point, and they were pushing at his head, tugging at his strong hands which were holding her down firmly.

She bucked, she writhed, but she couldn't move him. Wolfaraine remained planted between her trembling legs, drinking every juice of her orgasm greedily, his hands still holding her legs wide apart the way he wanted. He didn't let up, even with her orgasm.

"Mummmmmmmmyyyyyyy!!" She shrieked like a banshee.

The cry for her 'mummy' would have made Wolfaraine laugh so hard if his mouth wasn't so busy, but he couldn't stop his cheeks from stretching into an amused smile. His woman is something else.

"Please, oh please, please, Wolfe pleeeeeease," she begged and begged and begged, mindless in the overloading sensations he was forcing her to take. "Moooooooooomiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...!!"

A few seconds later, Wolfaraine decided she'd had enough when she resulted to blabbing out words that has no meanings or ordination. His woman was practically speaking in tongues.

His mouth let go of her oversensitive flesh with a 'pop' before he straightened. "There, there, it wasn't so hard, was it?"

Her legs came together immediately after he let go, she squeezed them tight, tremors still shaking her body. She was panting so hard, you'll think she was about to have an asthmatic attack.

Wolfaraine smiled, because he wasn't done with that paradise of hers. He rose above her, his cock licking precum, his cock red and angry-looking, ready to be inside her. It wouldn't take long for him to cum.

His hands were unsteady as he took hold of her knees again, a small protesting sound left her lips before she let go, allowing the muscles of her thighs to loosen so that he could easily push her legs apart the way he wanted.

She sighed when he threw her legs over his shoulders, bending her practically in half, and buried himself to the hilt inside her. The feel of his thick cock stretching her was uncomfortable at first but not painful.

Before long, he was slamming into her, using her like a boneless rag doll, his body heavy and perfect on top of her. She let him take whatever he wanted, completely exhausted to do anything else.

His face made her transfixed. His big, muscular body pounded her into the bed, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth slack. He looked like he was getting all the pleasures in the world from fucking into her body.

It didn't take long for him to come with a loud groan, pushing away from her as he did so, leaving her bereft and empty, but utterly satisfied.

The orgasm rocked his entire body, Wolfaraine stood at the corner stroking himself to get the last of his release out of him. It took a few minutes before he could get himself under control again.

"So, how about we go round two, what do you say-" His words cut off when he swiveled his head towards the bed. A smile ghosted his face because Ismena was asleep like a baby.