Page 205 of Shifting Hearts 1
“You were wearing only the dress and the cape this whole time?” I raised an eyebrow as my cock stood to full attention.
“I— uh,” she stammered, twisting side to side, but there was no way past me. Not that I’d let her escape. “It’s freezing. Can I have my cloak back, please?” she asked politely, covering her fullbreasts poorly with her hands. Flesh tumbled over her fingers, giving me a perfect eyeful.
I salivated.
“I’ll keep you warm, princess. We both will.”
“Trust us.” Dagan’s whisper stilled her restlessness. She leaned back into him. “Show the wolf.”
At his simple nod, she dropped her hands and wiggled her ass back. Shifting her hips, she perched on something, splaying her damp thighs wide while her cheeks glowed pink. The color spread to her breasts, and her nipples pointed. Her slit glistened, and the scent of her arousal clouded my ability to do anything else.
I frowned, unsure what I was looking at apart from a beautiful woman opening for us. Bryn’s tinkling laugh surrounded us as she grabbed my hand and rubbed our laced fingers first over my own crotch, then between her legs.
“Okay…” I watched her face as she guided my hand along her thighs. “I’m all for being led about, but— ah.”
My hand brushed a hard nob and when she drew our fingers lower, I discovered Dagan did indeed have ‘wood’. A whole lot of it, in fact, complete with ridges and veins and patterns that would all tease the ever living fuck out of our girl. Nor did his extension seem small.
“You gonna manage all of him, Bryn?” She was a virgin. I knew that, as did he, and my fears rushed back. I tipped her chin up, letting myself get lost in her liquid dark eyes. “Do you want a little help?”
She nodded, reaching out to run her fingers across the front of my pants. I released a groan just for her, working my hips gently in time as I traced along the soft, perfect flesh of her inner thighs to her apex. When I reached the edges of her sensitive skin, she parted her knees farther and tilted her hips up for me.My wrist brushed Dagan’s not so little toy, and I grabbed one ankle to swing her legs wider.
“On your toes, baby, and start to get him nice and wet for me. Can you do that? I promise I’ll help. You’re not alone,” I reassured her, cupping her face and devouring her lips until she softened in my arms.
Tiny noises fell from her lips. I swore they hit me straight in the cock. But right now I had to get her ready. Dropping to my knees I pulled her forward, helping her position over the wooden cock, and spat on it.
Dagan hissed above us, a strange sound from a tree. I ignored his discomfort, clasping her hand around him and working his length with her together, getting that hard surface nice and slick for our girl. Licking her lips, Bryn positioned herself over the head and slowly lowered herself until he stretched her entrance.
“Feel good, baby?” I gripped her thighs and leaned in to lave her spread slit with my tongue, getting her nice and sloppy. “Tell me when it hurts.”
It would, unless she’d already broken that barrier with her own toy. A possibility and one I hadn’t considered before.
She dropped her hips and inch and stopped, her toes straining. “So good,” she whispered, reaching back to grip Dagan’s trunk. “Oh,oh–” Her cry nearly obliterated me on the spot. Her thighs trembled, soft pink flesh closing around the object impaling her.
“What? Tell me,” I demanded, dimpling her pale flesh with my thumbs. I leaned in close enough to inhale her, then licked around the stretched spot gently.
“Wolf,” she whispered, twitching. Her toes dug into her earth, tracing patterns there. “Fuck?—”
“Just let yourself slide down.”
“It hurt a little.” She sent me an apologetic and faintly embarrassed smile. “He pulses. And kind of moves,” she whispered, like it was a secret between us.
“Take it easy, princess. Give him your first time in person.” I rose onto my knees and kissed the corner of her mouth, stroking her flesh gently, soothingly. She nodded, mumbling something as she sighed and her legs softened, letting him fill her. “Do what you need to and make those noises again, princess. I want to come to the music of your moans tonight. Every fucking night. You’re not alone any more. Not now, not ever.” I pressed down on her hip until a third inch of the wooden cock was swallowed by her dripping pussy. “Take more for us, baby.”
Bryn nodded, but her tight little pussy couldn’t do it alone. Above us, Dagan creaked and hissed.
“Not helping, old man,” I muttered. Dropping back, I bowed my head, running my tongue over both him and her. She shuddered at the touch, her legs trembling as I bathed her soft little pussy with my tongue. Bryn jerked her hips toward me, and I found her clit. The little bud stood out from its petals and I licked gently, teasing. Her moans filled my senses, along with the sweet scent of her. The slick coated Dagan’s coat as she took another inch, and stopped.
I knew I’d have to take her through the next part, bursting through her barrier. But I’d be damned if I didn't make her come before I hurt our girl. Flicking my tongue lightly, I focused on her clit, alternating sucking and teasing until she arched back, grinding her pussy in my face.
And Dagan jerked.
Panic tore through me as she screamed.
“Christ, not again,” I growled, gripping her thighs hard enough to mark, knowing full well how his last relationship ended, how he killed his last lover with his inhumane tendencies by accident.
How he hadn’t taken a lover since.
And we had risked her.
