loccent | run with wolves

[His response prompts a low, throaty chuckle from Eun as she allows him to pull her up his body once more. She greets him once more with a kiss, and pulls his hands to her body, having missed the touch of his hands on her breasts and waist. Eun nips at his upper lip lightly. She feels a little giddy inside, experiencing this all over again but with the added nuances that emotions bring to it. There is a connection there, and somehow it is more freeing than she ever would have imagined.

Her leg slips over his body again, and Eun cups his face in her hands as her hair falls like a curtain around them. Carefully, she settles her weight just above his hips, resting there and out of contact as she enjoys the feel of his mouth on hers once more.

When she speaks against his mouth, it's in quiet, intimate tones, breathy from their kisses.]

Tell me again that you want me, Asil.

[ She moves over him and he lets an arm come snug around her waist, the other coming to fill his palms with the warmth of her breast so he can trace his thumb around her nipple. He shifts his hips as she straddles him again, seeking the opportunity to rub his cock against the warmth between her legs only to find that she has settled higher on his body. He can feel her already slick for him. He's unable to help the sub-vocal growl deep in his chest as the scent of her lust spurs him on.

He nips at her mouth, catching Eun's bottom lip between his teeth. The wolf as impatient as he. ]

Mi amor. Do not tease, I need you, [ he croons, squeezing her breast just hard enough to get her to react before he slips his hand between their bodies to touch her and pleasure her again. ]

I have not slept a night since our breakfast without dreaming of what it would be like to have you like this.

[ His voice is husky with need and want. And she is welcome to hear the ring of truth in his words, the sincerity of his desire and his feelings. ]

Ride me, my love. Let me fill you.

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[It's warm in Asil's bedroom, but she hadn't realized how lacking in warmth she was until she felt his body under hers, or his arm wrapping around her. She groans as his hand palms her breast, as his thumb teases around the sensitive tip. She can feel him moving beneath her, seeking out the friction between their bodies, and laughs once more low in her throat. His reaction strokes her ego and she accepts the nip to her lips in payment for how she is teasing him.

Her back arches into his squeeze, but it's the way his hand slips between her legs like this that has her lifting up enough to grant him access. She squirms there with a moan of his name, hearing him give her exactly the answer she'd wanted and so much more.

Could she ever have trusted those words from another when she was human? She can't imagine it, and even if she couldn't hear the truth in his voice now, Eun would believe Asil. She rocks against his hand with needy sounds of her own, and reaches between her own legs, past his industrious fingers, to carefully grasp his cock once more. Holding it upright, she shifts her body down his body just enough to press the tip against her opening.]

I'll give you everything you want, mi alma. I've been fantasizing about this for weeks now...

[She is warm and slick with need, and Eun shifts her hand to his, to keep his fingers teasing her clit as she looks down at him. Braced with her other hand on his shoulder, Eun slowly sinks down the length of him, at last whimpering for him from how good it feels. She had missed this feeling of being filled, and he feels so very right inside her.

Her eyes shift as her wolf comes to the forefront once more, and Eun carefully shifts her hips from side to side, to make sure she's taken him as deeply as she can. With a shudder, she draws both of her hands over his chest, caressing him still.]

You look absolutely delicious beneath me.

[ A tight hiss passes his teeth as she presses around him, sheathing him in her heat.

It has been so, so long since he has been with anyone and that it is this woman, that it is Eun makes his general abstinence from the pleasures of the flesh all the more worth it.

He pushes himself up, mouth catching hers even as he moves his weight so that he is halfway sitting up. ] I live to please my love.

[ He's filling his hands with her breasts again and dipping his head to give one and the other the attention they so richly deserve. His touch is harder, testing her threshold for pleasure and pain and happy to focus his full attention on learning what she enjoys, and what might make her toes curl. ]

Tell me, Eun, [ he moves his mouth back up her throat now, thumbs playing over her nipples. ] Tell me what fantasies you dreamt up for us.

[ There is a promise in his words that the reality will most definitely be infinitely more satisfying. ]

[They fit so well together. They are so good together. She can't imagine why she had any concerns or misgivings in the car. There is no tension of trying to restrain themselves to add spice, but there is unbridled desire and need that sinks her deep into the moment.

He rises to meet her midway, and Eun leans down to kiss him, to claim his mouth once more as her own. Carefully, her hips rock forward, as he breaks the kiss, as his mouth finds her breasts once more. Eyes closing, she savors not just the pressure and heat, or the slickness of his mouth, but the tighter hold of his hands, the way he kneads them and makes her squeeze tighter around him.

She comes to rest her arms on his shoulders, enjoying his attention too much now to push him back again. When she is ready, she will ride him in earnest, but he does things to her that affect her so much more than she ever anticipated. Hips rocking against his, not lifting yet, she lifts her chin as his mouth finds her throat and he teases her nipples, stiff and straining for him.]

This, for one...me on top of you like this, riding you the way I love to do. [She opens her eyes then, looking down at him with confidence and a flushed face.] I had a dream one morning that I'd woken up to your mouth between my thighs and your fingers curled up tight inside me. That you didn't stop until I was screaming for you.

[Her eyes close again, imagining that one again briefly, and holding back how disappointed she'd been to wake for real and find it was a dream.]

I think about you taking me in your greenhouse in the middle of the day, pinning my wrists to the ground. Would you enjoy that? Having me beneath you among all your roses?

[ The images come so easily to mind, are so close to his own fantasies, that he wonders if something about her effect on him gave his thoughts away. But perhaps it is the chemistry between them, the sensual connection of their preferences and the meeting of minds - whatever the case, he purrs beneath her ear. ]

I would have you keening beneath me, querida. And yes, I can see you in my greenhouse, with the sun on your skin and your fingers threaded through mine as I taste you in every way.

[ His hands skim around her body, fingers splayed beneath her shoulder blades as he draws her close and catches her earlobe between his teeth. ]

I would have you in this bed or on my couch. I would have you leaning back against me as I part your legs that I might play your body like a guitar and bask in the sweet, sweet tones of your voice wrapped around my name.

Until you begged me to finally take you.

[ His voice drops on that last sentence and his hands have fallen to the fullness of her hips. ] Would you like that, mi amor?

[Eun shudders at his purr, as he speaks directly into her ear. It's sensual and erotic and she loves it far, far too much. She'd had every intention of riding him, of building up to that, but at the moment she cannot help but linger as his hands and words absolutely overwhelm her.

He pulls her closer, and she cannot help herself. She listens intently, breathing strained as he adds a fantasy of his own. It comes so, so very close to one she'd had as well. With a whimpering sound she rocks against him once more, unable to keep still for long when he is tight inside her heat and playing her hotter with words alone.]

I'd love that, because I thought of it too. Only when I thought about it, you were already inside me while your fingers played over me and your mouth sucked bruises to my neck. And...

[She rises up then, with just her hips. The length of his cock slips out partway before she sinks back down over him with a groan. Her lips find his ear, and she kisses there gently before adding:]

And you had me watch you touch me in front of a mirror.

[ The sound that leaves him is caught between a groan and a growl, the friction between them has his blood up. And he fills his hands with her buttocks to squeeze while teasing the rear tip of her entrance with his fingers.

He bites down on her shoulder, sucking on flesh and fully intent to leave her with marks to remember tonight by. He is speaking in Spanish again, promising her the world and more as he urges her to ride him in earnest. ]

You will be the ruin of me [ and he means every last word. Because he wants to fill her that way, to push his cock into her and tease her clit, mouth fastened onto her neck in an act that marks her as his. ]

[It is enough. Oh, is it ever enough. His reaction thrills her even more now that he is pressed inside her, and she bucks forward as his hands grasp her rear tightly. The brush of his fingertips makes her shudder again, but it's his teeth at her shoulder and the hard pressure of his mouth that kicks her into action.]

I will be the saving of you, mi amor.

[It is the last thing she says for the moment. Her hands move to his shoulders and she exerts enough pressure on them to push him back down to the bed. Back straightened, she braces herself on his body as her hips begin to move. She's slow to start, feeling out the length of him with her body, learning where she needs to shift and how to move...

But before long Eun is riding him as she promised she would. Her hips rise and fall with an ease she's never had before, and Eun revels in the gifts of her new life that allow her to do what she loves so well and so easily. He fits inside her perfectly, long enough but not too long, thick enough to stretch her in all of the right ways, and when she thrusts him deep inside once more it makes her groan aloud, so much louder than she's been before. Eyes closed, she works over him with single-minded purpose as her slick inner walls squeeze him within her over and over again.]

[ She is breathtaking. His breathing is shallow, his hands firm on her hips as she moves above him. The pressure builds with each pass and his lips part, throat dry and mouth hungry for her everything.

It's her groan that undoes him.

He had deliberately chosen to let her lead, too enamored with the newness of their dynamic and the idea that he might follow. But he can only take so much. He was not lying when he'd told her that she would be the ruin of him. But she too was correct when she countered that she would be his salvation.

Werewolf reflexes mean speed, strength. And he knows how to weild both with efficiency. She is under him from one breath to the next; his lips crushed against hers as he captures her wrists to pin both above her head so he can show her exactly how he means to love her.

There is nothing helpless about his lovely Eun. He likes that. He loves that she does not submit. Because it is a gift when she lets him touch her like this. That she confesses desires that echo his own.

He takes her with abandon, setting the pace hard and urgent as if it will be the death of him if he does not have her. Eventually, he lets her hands go in favor of letting his palms mold over the shape her body as if to say: you are mine, now.

He will push her to quivering, until she is shivering in his arms and scratching at his back while begging for release. ]

Edited 2020-04-26 07:54 (UTC)

[This movement is familiar. This interaction of him beneath her and her riding him is something she knows so well. Her body is well primed to find pleasure and completion like this, and it doesn't occur to her that before she can get there, he might decide to switch things up on them again.

One moment she is driving down against his hips with a sharp sound of pleasure to have him so deep--and the next she is falling, bodily moved from her perch on his hips to flat on her back beneath him. With her wrists pinned to the bed she arches up from it sharply, knees bending and legs rising up on either side of him as she shudders. Her chest rises and falls with labored breaths, eyes wide and dark but for the way her wolf stares out from them. His strength and speed is startling, and that he uses it with her in his bed for this purpose arouses her deeply.

She is wet and slick, and she cries out his name as he takes her the way she had imagined most all this time. It is rough and fast and satisfies the cravings she had during their breakfast, when she'd had to take herself outside into the cold air to calm down. Eun does not submit, but she surrenders willingly to the drive of his hips and the possessive touch of his hands that tell her she belongs to him now.

There is no argument, no quarrel from her with that. She is his, and as soon as her arms are free she wraps them around him as possessively to tell him the same. He is hers now, and her palms splay wide against his back as if she can hold that much more of him. Eun cries out his name as he continues, relentlessly pushing her on. Her fingers curl tight into his muscle before the tips of her nails find his skin. They dig tighter into him, too overwhelmed to even realize or worry about not hurting him, but not yet dragging down. Lips parted, she moans his name, urging him on with praise for how good he's making her feel.]

[ He can feel the way the shared heat of their bodies have made them slick against each other, and how her body yields beneath him as he drives himself deeper into her. His thrusts are shallow now, pushing her higher. His one hand fisted on the sheets whereas the other moves between them so his thumb and fingers have the pleasure of toying with her clit.

She is so wet, so hot, so tight around him, as their scents fill the room.

There is a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he notes her flushed skin, the flex of the taut muscles of her stomach. Bending low, he lets the tip of his tongue touch the stiff bud of her nipple and breathing over her skin. ] Cum for me, Eun.

[Eun writhes beneath him, unable to keep still. Her nails drag up his back as his clever fingers find their way between her legs once more. The stroking and teasing of her clit only adds to her pleasure, making her insensible. Legs pressing against the sheets, quivering on either side of him, her sounds grow less controlled, more plaintive. He knows just how to touch her, what angle to press inside her with, and how to drive her quickly to the edge with those short, hard thrusts.

She is lost in him, and when his lips find her nipple once more and he gives her a command, she cannot help but obey. The very act of telling her pushes her over, and she comes for him with a series of violent shudders and raw, uncontrolled cries of his name. Her inner walls spasm and clutch tightly around him as she grows slicker still, as she twists beneath him and claws at his back further. Eun's expression grows desperate and needy as she tries to use her legs to keep him pressed tight inside her and his fingers between their bodies, as her own climax consumes her.]

You too, please, Asil, come inside me--I need you.

[ She is so precious to him, his Eun. It is beautiful wanting her climax - the tightening of her inner walls prompting him to cover her body more fully with his own. He lets her draw him closer, rolls his hips to the urging of her legs even as he lets go, spilling inside of her with his own release.

He is kissing her mouth again: desperate and breathless, needy and full of tenderness as he gradually slows the mutual rocking of their bodies. ]

I am here, mi amor, I am here. [ When he touches her face, he brushes aside the tangled strands of her dark hair. As he rides the aftershocks of their lovemaking, Asil croons over her, murmuring in his native tongue the soothing reassurances that need no translation of his equal need for her. ]

[The only thing that feels more right than her pleasure at his hands, is his pleasure at hers. She's still shaking, still trembling when at last he finds his release inside her. Eun presses tighter to him with a pleased whimper, dragging him down even as he leans forward for her once more.

There is everything in that kiss. The aftermath of their arousal, the neediness for more than pleasure now, and a mess of emotions that are so new to her and so overwhelmingly right. She quivers and shakes as he moves still, only gradually slowing within her. Her eyes grow damp, somehow shaken and moved by how different this is as they slow.

Eun clutches at him, not crying, but deeply emotional as Asil strokes her and fusses over her, giving her all of the reassurance she did not know she would need when she'd opened her heart to him. Eun buries her face against the crook of his neck and lets out shuddering breaths as she tries to settle down after what they did together. She has no words, not yet, but neither has she the desire to speak when she could be reveling in the aftermath.]

[ She is trembling in his arms and a wave of complete and utter protectiveness washes over him as he threads his fingers through her hair and nuzzles her cheek.

He will not say anything yet. Instead, he rolls them onto their side and holds her to smooth a free hand down her arm and then up her back in a gesture of reassurance. If there is a knot in his throat, he can dwell on that later. For now, it is enough that they are tangled in each other's arms with his sheets in total disarray.

Hooking a leg on hers, he brings their bodies flush against each other again. Wolves, much like humans, need touch. But unlike humans, there is a deeply instinctive sense of comfort in the action; in proximity and curling up together for safety in the aftermath of a storm.

He will hold her until she lets him know if she prefers otherwise. But he hopes it comes later rather than sooner. ]

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[It wasn't until he called her his love and said that he was there as they came together that Eun felt the wave of emotion crash over her once more. Now that it has, it's stunned her to silence. She responds to the way he strokes her and nuzzles against her, returning the gestures in small ways. Her hands play over his skin as she nuzzles into his neck further, and yes, lets him roll them to their sides.

The movement earns him another soft moan, and Eun wiggles to press closer to him so that he doesn't slip out of her yet. Not too soon, not while she's still processing. Asil seems to have a solution for that, and Eun lets him rearrange them however is necessary to keep them close. Closing her eyes, she slowly gets her breathing back under control, and when the brunt of the emotions settles as well, she presses a kiss to his neck and sighs.

Everything feels raw and open, and she holds onto the man she's come to care so deeply for, trusting that he will continue to have her as she comes down. When she speaks, it's into his skin, eyes still closed as her arms wrap around him.]

That was intense at the end...

It was.

[ He tightens his embrace briefly and presses his nose into her hair. He can pick up the notes of strong emotion from her scent, and that vulnerability is making his wolf alert to any potential threat.

But then he feels her arms around him, and it is enough to allow him to settle. ]

Are you... are you alright?

Mm.

[The noise is one of affirmation, and when she pulls her face away from him enough to meet his eyes, she leans in to press a kiss to his mouth.]

Yeah. I think all of the up and down from this evening caught up with me a bit.

[Leaning in, she presses another kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his jawline, trying to reassure him that she is settling and fine. That they are good.]

Take it as a compliment, no one has made me feel like that or react that way before.

[ He almost says that it is not he who needs the reassurance, but the wolf stays his tongue. Her concern is freely given. She is precious to them.

He smiles and brushes a kiss to her forehead. ]

Your pleasure is my pleasure, Eun.

Your pleasure was definitely mine, also.

[Her head dips forward, and she kisses a spot where her nails had dragged over the tops of his shoulders. She is present, there in the moment and listening. But even calming after the initial emotional shock she felt, Eun feels as if her thoughts are a little too serious. It does not seem the moment to make a joke to lighten the mood, and she doesn't wish to dig into her own reactions while she is still processing.

So, after it has been silent a moment, Eun allows herself to run her hand down his arm, caressing him as she decides to take the conversation another route.]

Your wolf did not mind me flipping you the way I did?

[ He finds himself considering the shadows cast upon them both by the moon. Her song is a distant lullaby, tugging at his emotions now that they are a gentle mess of tangled limbs. ]

No. [ His voice is soft. They had not minded at all. The beast had acknowledged this chase and dance as play. An odd, if fitting conclusion to their first moon run in years. ] No, we welcomed it.

[ He turns his head towards her again and shuts his eyes briefly as he breathes the scent of her - of him on and around her - in.

Trailing a finger down her cheek at that. ] You were not frightened?

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[It pleases her to hear that not only had he and his wolf not minded, but that they had welcomed it. The news brings an easier smile to her face. She knew he had enjoyed it in the moment, but who knew what dominance hierarchy would or wouldn't come to the bedroom with them?

It pleases her more to think that she may yet be the cause of that expression on his face now. He seems peaceful, at the moment, and Eun finds it a little easy to sink into the quiet of the evening with him. Though, his question does prompt some confusion from her.]

What was there to be frightened of?

[ Of his wolf, he wants to say. Of their intensity. Caught in the moment, it had not occurred to him - but that has been the case whenever the beast rises from within him. And he has made it practice to consistently err on the side of caution.

But first, honesty: ] That I might hurt you. Or that perhaps I was too rough.

[ Werewolves are hardy creatures, yes. But since violence is already a large part of who they are. There are those who would prefer it stay out of the more intimate places in their lives. ]

[Eun is so absolutely baffled and bewildered by that response that it shocks a very clear, very incredulous laugh from her. There is no artifice in her reaction, nothing forced. More importantly, he will not catch a whiff of fear from her.]

Oh, no. Not even a little. On both counts. [Mirth bubbles up as she grins at him in the moonlight, giving her a burst of energy that has her pulling him closer to her once more. Her hand strokes over his hair as she watches his face, suddenly so at ease. A weight lifted off of her.] I am not frightened that you might hurt me, and you were definitely not too rough. You could get rougher and I would make it very clear how much I'd enjoy that.

[She strokes him and touches him still, hands running over him now as much for his pleasure and comfort as it is for her enjoyment. Her touches veer ever so slightly on the side of possessive, gently grasping, squeezing at him along the way.

But while it had seemed obvious to her that his fears were unfounded, it occurs to her that something might have prompted his worries anew.]

Were you worried about that because of how I was earlier? Because I can explain if you need me to...

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