Chapter Seventeen #3
Rowena’s bare body was even more stunning when she stepped out of the bathtub, walking effortlessly out of the bathroom and toward the stairs that led to her lofted bed.
Every movement, every footstep, was hypnotizing.
I watched with longing eyes as I followed her, studying the way her thin hips and slender thighs swayed with every step.
The faerie fire lanterns in her loft glowed purple, which made for surprisingly romantic mood lighting. Rowena flopped down on the bed, gazing amorously up at me, her bare figure in a perfect model pose as the purple light cast seductive shadows on her pale skin.
I shivered, fearing that at this rate, I’d orgasm the second she touched me.
“You alright?” Rowena sat up, tossing her alluring persona aside and replacing it with gentle concern. “You look nervous.”
“Um, no, it’s just… uh…”
Gods, you idiot. What a terrible time to have performance anxiety.
I’d never been with a woman, and my first-time fears were made worse by the fact that Rowena seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
With the males back on Hollenboro, they always took the lead, leaving me to lie back and enjoy the sensations without worry.
Hells, the men seemed elated just to see a woman naked. It was difficult not to satisfy them.
But here? I wasn’t the fair damsel being pursued by the males. How did sex between women even work? Her pelvic region was on full display, and she clearly had the same equipment I did. What were we supposed to do? Finger each other? Oral?
What if Rowena isn’t satisfied with me? What if –
“Uh, Nettie.”
“Y-yes?” I stuttered, snapping back to reality.
Rowena pointed at my head. “Your ears and tail are back out.”
Oh gods . I scowled and tapped the top of my head. Well, at least she already knows I’m a werewolf .
“Are you nervous?” Rowena asked.
“I, uh… yes. I am.”
“I can tell. Your ears and tail always pop out when you are.” Rowena sat upright on the edge of the bed, legs crossed over one another, and I took a seat next to her. “Is this your first time?”
”I’m not a virgin, no. But with a woman? Yes, this is my first time.”
Rowena nodded, a contemplative look on her face.
“Is it your first time?” I asked.
Rowena shook her head. “No. I’ve had a few traveling witches in my bed, and all of them were women. One night together, just for fun, then they’re off to another town. Keeps them from discovering my secret.”
My heart ached for her. I could tell Rowena wanted a partner. Companionship. Even love, though that came with time. But none of the villagers would ever risk being with a half-werewolf, and Rowena didn’t want any outsiders discovering her true nature.
Which left her alone. Reliant on one-night-stands for some semblance of intimacy.
“I’m just… scared.” I cringed as soon as the words fell out of my mouth. “I don’t really know what I’m doing. You’re so sweet and amazing and beautiful and… well, I don’t want to disappoint you.”
Rowena turned to me, so we were nose-to-nose, and stroked my cheek with the back of her hand.
“Nettie, sweetheart,” she cooed in that soft, beautiful voice. “When you’re with someone you care about, sex is never disappointing. I’m happy to teach you these things. I want us to learn and explore all of it, together.”
I sank into her touch, nuzzling my cheek into her hand.
“I’d like that,” I purred. “A lot.”
Rowena slid her hand down my cheek, cupping the side of my neck, as she pressed a long, deep kiss against my collarbone.
“Go ahead, then. Take your clothes off and lie down.”
I stood up, smoothing the skirt of my dress. Rowena sat on the edge of the bed, naked, staring up at me expectantly.
She wanted to watch me undress. And I was so exhilarated, so enamored by the beautiful woman in front of me, I would gladly give her whatever she wanted.
I kept my gaze locked on Rowena, watching the subtle changes in her facial expressions as my burnt-orange overall dress fell to the ground. The exposed skin of my thighs and torso immediately prickled, both from the chilly air of the cottage and the heady thrill of being exposed.
My underwear and bra were off a few seconds later, and I nervously bit my lip, wondering what Rowena truly thought of me now all my clothes were gone.
My stomach wasn’t washboard-flat like hers, and my breasts drooped lower and had much larger areolas.
We were both short, but my figure was squat and stocky, with muscular arms, large breasts and hips, and a noticeable softness to my stomach.
By werewolf standards, I was a supple, full-figured woman; perfectly suited for tending to my mate and bearing pups.
But Rowena was raised as a witch, and I had no idea what their ideal standard of beauty was. Or maybe I just had the typical arousal-filled nerves that came with being intimate with someone for the first time.
Either way, as soon as Rowena’s beautiful brown eyes lit up, I let out a relieved, blushing grin.
“Goddess. Nettie,” Rowena whispered, placing a hand on my chest and squeezing my breasts. I shivered as she swirled her finger around my nipple. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Really?” My nerves softened at that statement. “I’m just a little nervous. My body is… different from yours.”
Rowena scoffed, lowering her hands to my waist. “When did I ever say I wanted it to be like mine? Come here. Let me explore your gorgeous figure.”
Rowena pulled me close, planting kisses on the softer parts of my stomach, running her hands up and down my torso, and squeezing the sloping peaks of my hips.
Despite my initial insecurity, I had always been proud of my curves.
Large breasts and hips and a comparatively tiny waist gave me a strong hourglass figure.
“I love muscular women.” Rowena reached up, squeezing my visible biceps. The product of the rough-and-tumble life of a werewolf. “And large breasts. Here, Nettie, why don’t you lie down? Let me make you more comfortable.”
My gaze flicked up to her bandaged forearm, and I winced, my arousal dimming.
“Are you sure about this? Doesn’t your arm hurt?”
Rowena raised her eyebrows, then smiled slyly. “It’s not that bad. The poultice has already dulled a lot of the burning, and as you know, we werewolves have a high pain tolerance. Besides…” she lifted her uninjured arm and wiggled her petite fingers. “I only need one hand for this.”
Her suggestive statement made my arousal return in an instant.
She’ll tell me if she’s in too much pain.
Besides… I want this.
I need this.
I quivered as I settled onto the bed – whether it was from excitement or nerves, I couldn’t tell. My skin was so sensitive that the hair on my arms and legs was standing on end, even though I wasn’t cold.
I gasped as soon as Rowena’s fingers grazed my leg.
“Easy girl,” she whispered in that same smooth, seductive voice.
She took her time, trailing her fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, working her way up to my labia.
I saw nothing but intrigue and fascination in those dark eyes as she inspected me, sliding her slender body between my spread thighs as she worked.
Her purple-tipped pointer finger pressed against me, and I noticed the manicured nail was cut shorter than the others.
“May I?” Rowena asked, tapping her finger against my opening.
“Finger me?” I replied, still a bit uncertain as to how this all worked. “Of course. Please do.”
Rowena chuckled at the breathiness of my last sentence, the way it pleaded for her to continue.
“I promise I’ll go slow,” she reassured me. “Just tell me if you’re uncomfortable or need me to stop.”
I nodded eagerly. I appreciated her concern for my consent, but I had a feeling once she got started, I’d be begging her not to stop.
I gasped as her finger slid up to the hood of my clitoris and made light circling motions. It wound me up like a top, and I moaned and bucked my hips against her touch. She asked for an invitation to go deeper, and a startled yet ecstatic gasp escaped my lungs once she finally penetrated me.
Even with those manicured fingernails, she knew exactly what she was doing.
I sank my head into the pillow, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of her skillful fingers drive me wild.
After a few minutes of heart-pounding bliss, she asked if she could insert a second finger, and I shuddered at the sensation of being spread a bit wider.
A bit deeper. It easily doubled the amount of ecstasy I was in.
While Rowena fingered me, she used her other arm, despite it being wrapped in gauze, to offer more subtle romantic touches.
Her hand caressed its way up my curves, and she wrapped her palm around my cheek and kissed me between my amorous cries.
But once her curious fingers trailed up to the top of my head and hit fur, all the hot blood running through my body seemed to freeze in place.
“Oh,” I blushed, embarrassed. “My ears are still out. Sorry.”
I wasn’t sure how Rowena would react. She was a werewolf, like me, but she’d been raised solely as a witch. I didn’t know if the more… bestial parts of me were something she was willing to explore.
“They’re so soft,” Rowena whispered, her words still heavily laced with arousal as she brushed the stray red hairs that stuck out the furthest. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything.”
“When I touch them… does it feel good?”
I chuckled, my face now burning red from both embarrassment and anticipation. “Yes, it does. It’s a well-known thing about werewolves – our ears are sensitive. We don’t, uh… always do this stuff fully in our human forms.”
“Oh?” That beautiful, devious grin crept back onto her face. “Well in that case… may I continue?”
“Of course.” I smiled warmly at Rowena, pressing her body tighter against mine, and guided her fingers along the outer rims of my ears.