Vulfu (Primal #2)

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

“ H oly fuck!” I hissed between my teeth, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clashing tight as I bore the pain. My arm was stretched out before me, and before I knew what was happening, Veshy was giving me a tattoo. She began by marking my wrists with the same pointed gashes that Vulfu sported around his own wrists and collarbone, and though I’d fought it at first, I eventually managed to force myself to relax, and my intrigue began to override everything else. I’d always wanted a tattoo, but my mother claimed that bikers and low-life’s were the only ones who got them.

Who would have thought that Miss Stephanie Fields, the quiet, timid little mouse… Miss Unpopular Sad Girl 1973, would ever be the one to rock some cool, primal tats? I’d often fantasized about the men of Rock N’ Roll and how sexy they looked with their grungy style and ink but never dreamed I’d be brave or even cool enough to get one of my own. I liked the rough way they looked, more cultural than the usual ones I saw people sporting, and found I actually quite liked them. The fact that they matched Vulfu’s actually made butterflies in my stomach flutter about and my cheeks pinken in pleasure. Something about him wanting me to match him was surprisingly heartwarming and incredibly moving. Since when did someone ever want to share something so personal with me? I decided then and there that if I ever got out of here, I’d just say it was against my will that I received these tats, which isn’t exactly a lie, but I’d be keeping them.

Though I wasn’t even a fraction of the size of Vulfu, nor even close to being as intimidating, having this artwork etched into my skin that matched his made me feel powerful. I didn’t have to hide my scars from the others, their acceptance and touching affection from the morning, when Vulfu had forced me to confront my insecurity, had meant so much more to me than I realized.

Veshy worked carefully, tapping the sharp, needle-like bits of wood into my skin and carefully working them into any sections that were scarred. The lines were only a couple of inches long, three at the most, so they weren’t huge and didn’t cover all of my marks, but they gave others something else to look at. I felt like in a way, they were covered.

“Stevvy rrahg!” Vulfu chuckled a little from my side, where he’d been sitting the entire time I endured the sharp sting of the needles.

Rrahg . I knew that word. It was something Kray and Dow did often. It meant fight . Fighter . Sometimes I’ve heard Vulfu use it when he was scolding someone, like the word had more than one meaning, the second of which I think meant to punish . The second meaning had a shiver racing down my spine. Vulfu was the one who punished the others for misgivings. Often it was the two younger boys who earned a swat from him, but once or twice, I saw him lash out at Krahu or even Mowha when they talked back. Though Veshy was the most snarky with him, I think he respected her age over the others, and rarely if ever gave her a swat. More like he’d shoot her warning looks to which she’d respectfully back down… most of the time, at least.

Lucky for me, I hadn’t done anything to earn a spank from him.

I glanced at his hand now, noting how massive it was as he used it to grip a sharp stone, thinning the end of a long, sturdy branch, and fashioning a new spear. He’d taken one of the antlers from the deer they’d taken down and wrapped a leather cord around the base of it, like a handle, and I realized he was going to use it as a weapon. He’d sharpened the multiple ends on the old buck’s points, making it even deadlier than before. He carried it everywhere now, lacing it to the side of his hip with a tie, something on hand should he need it. It scared the crap out of me whenever I looked at it, especially when he kept it so close to us while we slept.

I ignored it now as Veshy then finished up with my left arm and reached for my right. Eagerly, I relaxed my arm over the moss while Vulfu tossed his work aside for the time being. While I went through the process again, doing my best to bear the pain, Vulfu began to dote on me.

He ran his fingers through my thick hair, brushing it out before twisting sections and weaving the little redwood sorrel flowers into my dark locks. He liked to do that and often would. I think he liked the contrast of the pale, white flowers against my dark brown hair. When he finished decorating my head, he procured an acorn out of nowhere, not the one he’d given me that I had left in his burrow, but a new one, and carefully tied it to the cord at the top of my dress. After giving it an affectionate little tap with his fingers, he then gave me more of the dried meat, narrowing his eyes at me when he offered it, like a warning not to refuse.

I didn’t have the energy or will to resist now, not when every second a sharp stinging pain would pierce my flesh. I tried to take it from him with my free hand, but he let out that familiar, exasperated, “Tch!” and instead pressed it to my lips, insisting on feeding me himself.

“Ugh! I thought you were the one who didn’t think I was… gweebruh?” I muttered to myself, opening my mouth to take a bite from him. His eyes seemed to brighten at that like he understood what I was complaining about in some way, and he liked the sass. Huh, if he liked sass, then I had no qualms about amping it up. The benefit of not speaking his language was that I could get away with a lot of stuff I muttered under my breath. However, it was my tone that usually gave me away and earned a warning look from him.

Vulfu insisted I eat all the meat, but then he rewarded me with freshly picked raspberries. Each time he pressed one to my mouth, his fingertip would linger on my bottom lip, tugging it down ever so slightly as I bit into the berry, the juices flowing out on my tongue. With each moan I made at the rich taste, the berries so ripe and plump I swear they’d been dipped in sugar, Vulfu released that strange, yet comforting “chuffing” sound, that rushing rumble in his chest, and touched his forehead to mine. Whenever he did that, any frustration or annoyance I had with him always instantly vanished, replaced with the puddle that was my heart. He was so damn endearing.

At first, the others had been watching my tattoo experience with interest, but when I didn’t scream like Kray and Dow had obviously been hoping for, they grew bored and went off to climb the trees that surrounded us. Dahkha was acting as a guard, seeing as Vulfu wouldn’t leave me alone, while Krahu was busy with some new skins. Mowha, however, stayed close, diligently working on a skin and fur, looking up with concern whenever I made a little whimper or hiss at a particularly painful jab of the needle. But it was Vulfu who reached for me, nuzzling my head, petting my back with soothing, slow, circular strokes. Although I could see it bothered her to not be the one to come over and mother me, when she saw how gentle Vulfu was, she’d visibly relax and go back to her work.

When Veshy was finally finished, my wrists were stinging, but I was proud of myself for holding it together. I sat back and held my hands up before my face, admiring her work. She’d done a great job, and I couldn’t help but think she would have made it as an artist in modern society if given the chance. I turned to Vulfu, smiling wide as I showed off my new ink that matched his so perfectly. At my smile, he practically smoldered, his bright eyes shining in the light of the day, not even bothering to look them over. He just reached for me, his enormous hand cupping my cheek, his thumb lightly stroking the curve of it, and I felt my breath catch. He was so good at making me feel like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he did it without the fake promises and lies that I’d heard before. He managed it with silence, with just a look, and I melted.

But just as I was about to lean into his warmth, he suddenly locked his fingers with mine and lifted our arms high overhead, tossed his head back, and let out a loud, Whoop!

Alarmed, I reared back, but he held me fast as the others joined in. His shout was triumphant, like something very important, monumental even, had just happened. The rest of the family echoed his call again and again, both Kray and Dow looking exceptionally chipper and excited as they climbed down from their perches in the trees to join us. Everyone moved close, all looking pleased and chattering very quickly with each other and to Vulfu. I had no idea what the hell was going on and apparently, no one was going to explain it to me, as at that moment Vulfu had scooped me up over his shoulder so that my face was level with his lower back, and he turned to head back inside.

“Wait, wait!” I said, confused as I pushed off his hot, muscled back to look around. “What’s happening? Why are we going inside? Vulfu?”

But he didn’t respond. Instead, he easily climbed up the crack in the boulder like it was nothing, scaling it in seconds before reaching the top. He flipped me around and gave one last booming shout to the others, who all resounded instantly. I looked to Mowha, hoping she would give me some sort of a sign that would clue me in to the sudden change in events, but instead, she just watched me with a sort of begrudging acceptance, like this was something she’d been expecting for some time.

Without another look at the others, Vulfu turned and pushed the ferns aside before descending into the tunnel, pulling me after him.

“Easy, Mr. Grumpy,” I scolded as he tugged at me with a little more urgency than necessary, “I know how to climb down this thing now. Give me a moment…” I tried to keep up with his pace, his movements rushed to the point where he actually bumped his elbow and his head several times with a hard grunt against the wall. “Serves you right for being so impatient. What is your deal?”

He shimmied us all the way into The Dome, where he eagerly snatched at my ankles, pulling me down and into his arms.

“Geez Louise! Ease up, why don’t you? What are you–” But before I could finish that sentence, he simply turned, ignoring my protests completely, and headed for his burrow. “Wait, wait! Vulfu, I’m not tired! It’s the middle of the day!”

His ignoring me only got me more worked up and annoyed. I was used to him being a bossy bastard, but this was another level. As he carried me to the narrow opening, I decided I was going to risk a potential swat on my ass. He was already through at this point, but I braced my arms on either side of the opening of the massive redwood tree, my upper body still in The Dome. He found himself suddenly jerked back, still holding onto my waist and lower body on the other side and glanced back in confusion. His sharp, bright gaze snapped to me, and he had the nerve to look frustrated at my unwillingness to just go along with him and his sudden bizarre urge to take a nap. I wasn’t sleepy, damn it!

“I’m not tired,” I said loudly and firmly to him, knowing full well that he couldn’t understand me, but my tone said everything that he needed to know. I wasn’t down for whatever it was he was trying to do.

At that, he absolutely glowered, his brows pulling down over his eyes furiously, like I’d insulted his mother or something. My heart hammered in my chest at the feral way he glared at me, and though my fingers twitched uncomfortably as I fearfully stared him down, I decided I wasn’t going to bend until I got answers. I’d allowed him and the others to tattoo me, but I wasn’t going to just let him direct me every second of the day. It seemed to be becoming a bad habit I’d noticed, ever since he took me fully under his wing. I was going to be firm on this, and that was that.

Vulfu’s gaze never left mine, his intimidating glare fixated on mine as he slowly turned his body to face me, still holding my lower half.

“Okay good,” I said, relieved that he was giving me his full attention, like he was open to discussion. “Now, I need you to use your words, Mr. Grumpy. You can’t keep bossing me around by picking me up or–”

Wordlessly, before I could finish my thought, he hooked his arms behind my knees, spreading my legs wide as his hands suddenly grasped both sides of my ass, and lifted me effortlessly higher into the air.

“Whoa, what the fuck?!” The precarious and rather lewd way he held me now as he pulled my body towards him, my dress riding up so that my bare pussy was now flush with his stomach, had me quickly dropping my composure as my body lurched. With a simple tug, he effortlessly pulled me free from the entry and into his burrow, immersing us in the semi-darkness of his private home. “Vulfu!” I wrapped my arms around his head, hanging on as he whipped me around and dropped to his knees onto the furs of our bed.

“Stevvy jugra Vulfu,” he murmured, his voice coming out in a deep rumble, which vibrated against my body, making me shiver. Before I could say anything or react to his intimate hold, his lips began trailing across my collarbone, the tip of his tongue featherlight as he lapped at my skin, tasting, teasing.

Whoa…

A trail of goosebumps sprouted in the wake of his touch, the unexpected turn today took having left me in a state of confusion and bewilderment. It’d been intense and just seemed to be building with each passing hour.

Vulfu hadn’t crossed the physical boundary since the family caught him snacking on my girly bits. Though his touches, the kisses, the tender embraces were all rather intimate, it was nothing like those few moments where we had seemingly lost control over our most basic and primal impulses. The sexual pull to him was something I’d fantasized about, but we never seemed to go all the way. We were always stopped, caught up whenever we’d fallen down that path, but now…

Now…

It felt different.

As Vulfu latched his mouth to the side of my throat and began to suck hard, his hips began to slowly grind against me, rubbing at my pelvis in a torturously slow and delicious way that caught me off guard. I suddenly forgot about my plan to be firm, where I’d draw the line and try to communicate to him that I wasn’t going to be pushed around by him any further. Well, apparently that was out the window, because I eagerly pushed back, meeting his motions like I was being controlled by someone else completely. I was a puppet on strings, a car run by a remote, and I could feel my resolve slipping away like fog slipping through my fingers.

How long has it been since I allowed myself this? This feeling? Had I ever or had it all just been all pain up till now?

“Ignore her, Stephanie. Everyone knows Cece is a bitch,” Marcus said, when I opened my notebook to find horrible scrawlings inside. I knew she’d taken it several days before, all of my careful notetaking seemingly gone forever. And right before midterms, too. But it mysteriously reappeared again in my locker. Upon opening it, horrible passages had been added into the margins, words scratched out, crude drawings of a geek in glasses and poofy hair smiling like an ugly troll looking back at me.

I shut the notebook, tossing it back into my locker as my heart twisted uncomfortably in my chest. All through high school, Cece Perkins had teased me, ridiculed me for being a geek, saying I was going to die alone, that I’d be a virgin forever because no guy would ever consider dating me. Marcus, despite being her boyfriend, was also someone I’d known since elementary and had started defending me, standing by my side in recent weeks, making it a little easier to stand tall in these hallways.

“Don’t worry about it. Come to my house tonight and I’ll share my notes with you, okay?” he said, smiling that beautiful, handsome smile of his. Why this guy, this popular jock, had decided to befriend me was incredulous, but I was so grateful.

“Are you sure?” I asked, uncertain. “I mean, I know you and Cece have been fighting a lot lately and I don’t want to add to–”

“Steph, it’s just note-sharing.” He laughed easily, and I couldn’t help but relax at the sound, comforted by his extension of kindness. “If Cece has a problem with that, then I’m done with her.”

I hesitated a moment, terrified of her getting the wrong idea of me going to his house, but in the end, I so desperately wanted to accept the olive branch he was extending my way, so I said gratefully, “Thank you, Marcus. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Little did I know, he was in on Cece’s cruel game.

“Stevvy…”

Vulfu’s voice dragged me back from the spiral and my eyes snapped open as I stared up at the dark, blurred sight of the inside of the massive redwood. I was on my back, a man between my legs, rubbing against me, licking me, acting like I was something treasured.

But I’d been fooled before.

“Wait… Vulfu, wait!” I cried, my skin crawling for another reason entirely.

“Fucking shut up!” Marcus snarled as he held me tight against his chest, backing up against his bedroom door to shut us in, a hand clasped tight over my mouth. “Stop… ugh! Stop fucking fight–ouch! Bitch!” I was thrown to the bed, where I bounced and immediately tried to crawl away, only to be crushed beneath his large body. “If you stop struggling then it’ll hurt less! Ouch… fuck! You bitch!” I managed to grip his hands and dig my nails in, like a frightened, cornered cat ready to fight back. I hadn’t anticipated this dark turn of events. I thought he had genuinely wanted to help me. I’d just come here to get his notes and suddenly found myself grabbed and groped, his slobbery kisses catching me off guard. I’d asked him to stop, and when he hadn’t, I slapped him. That’s when things took an even darker turn. Now I was here, lying beneath him, and the person I thought was my friend was holding me down, calling me names, roughly feeling between us in a way that made me go cold.

“Vulfu?” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

“Stevvy,” he moaned, unaware of my inner turmoil.

“Stephanie,” Marcus groaned as he forced himself inside of me. “You like that? You dirty bitch... you little slut… Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Please,” I begged, “Please stop. Please!” Tears were streaming down the sides of my face, my hands crushed in his hot, sweaty hold, the pain between my legs taking my breath away. “Stop, please.”

Tired of my crying, he grabbed a nearby dirty sock and shoved it past my teeth, deep into my mouth, making me gag and choke. He didn’t care. He never had. He had been luring me this whole time. These past few weeks were just a ruse. I was so stupid. Stupid, Stephanie! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Miss Unpopular Sad Girl 1973…

“Stevvy?” Vulfu’s voice brought me back again, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was crying. He was staring at me, bewildered, almost horrified at the sight of me tearful beneath him. “Stevvy! Stevvy gwukh? Gwukh?”

Stephanie good? Okay?

He pulled back enough so that he could inspect me closely, looking me over like he was worried he’d actually hurt me, that I’d been injured. He inspected the fresh tattoos, assuming they were the culprit behind my tears, stinging me still. Humming deep in his throat, he made that calming, chuffing sound as he nuzzled the side of my neck. I sniffled hard, unable to put into words how I was feeling. All I could do was watch as he tenderly took my tiny hand in his and held it between us, before he pressed a kiss to the new ink that had been scoured into my skin. Mimicking my kiss, he let his lips gently touch the marks, like he was hoping to reassure me.

Finally, releasing my hand, Vulfu cradled my face in his massive palms, his bright gaze so beautiful and pure my heart stuttered at the sight. His thumbs wiped the tears from my eyes before touching his forehead to mine. “Stevvy shvuoy… Stevvy mmahch… Stevvy jugra Vulfu.”

Stephanie strong. Stephanie beautiful. Stephanie belongs to Vulfu.

Staring into his eyes, hearing him say those words, I couldn’t help but believe him. Everything about him was different than anything in my old life. There was no dishonesty about him. No manipulation. Well, maybe a little bit. He certainly liked to keep me close, to find ways to touch, to hold, to keep me by his side. But it was more wily and cunning. There was no ill-intent there. It wasn’t his nature to be anything but open and honest. Everything I’d suffered in the past was just that. The past. Here now, with him, this was real. This was true. Vulfu wanted me. Not for any other reason than just… wanting me. No ulterior motive to hurt or humiliate. For weeks I’d been bracing myself at every turn with him and his people, thinking there was some other reason, some cruel intention behind all their actions, but that was never the case. They didn’t think that way. Their minds were pure and untouched by the wickedness of modern society.

And Vulfu was their leader, and for some reason, he actually wanted me.

“Stevvy jugra Vulfu,” he said again, more forcefully this time, like he needed me to really hear it, to understand it. I was his.

For now, at least… I thought, my mind still hoping for rescuers to come back and find me. “Yes,” I breathed.

Though he struggled to pick up any words in my language, that one he did understand. And it was that one word of affirmation that was all he needed. The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly in that beautiful non-smile that was so… him. Releasing my hand, he dropped his to rest carefully between my breasts, right over my heart, feeling the heavy thud-thud it made beneath his palm. Keeping his eyes locked with mine, he let his hand trail slowly down my stomach, dipping to my navel, before inching over the rise of my pubis.

He’s not like the others, I told myself again and again as his intense stare bore into me, demanding that I be here with him in the present. Though I had told myself those very words before with Marcus, then again with Pete, right before they betrayed me and showed their true colours. Harris had never promised anything but had just taken the opportunity to hurt me the moment I was alone with him. But Vulfu… he really was not like the others.

His roughened fingers brushed over my clit, my breath catching for just a moment, before he lightly skimmed them over my slit. That light gaze of his drifted down my body, the words, Mmahch, Khuhgwo , and Gwukh muttered between several others I didn’t know.

Pretty, protect, want …

He watched as his fingers explored, now sliding between my folds, teasing at the entrance to my pussy, then back up again to stroke my clit. The moment he did, my legs tensed ever so slightly, my knees squeezing just a fraction into his sides, as he was still kneeling between them. As though remembering the last time we’d been intimate, when he’d eaten me out before the others, his eyes flickered up to watch me as he went through the motion again and again until he was massaging that bundle of nerves in a way that had me closing my eyes as I relished the feeling.

“Stevvy gwukh?” he rumbled knowingly, his voice quiet and husky, the sound of pure masculinity.

I nodded, eyes still closed as my fingers sought out the furs to grip to. Hell yeah, Stevvy likes!

It was a slow build, nice and easy, baby steps. Going slow worked fine for me, that is until he took his hand away and next thing I knew, I felt his hot breath on my clit before his tongue snaked out and began to toy with it as he had before. The moment he did, my knees automatically went to close, like they were hyper-actively acting out of their own accord. The only thing was, Vulfu’s head was in the way. They came up and nearly cracked against his skull, but last second, his rough hands caught my thighs by their insides, and he pressed them flat to the furs before he delved in like he was a man starved.

“H-holy sh-shit! Vulfu! Oh my God!” I cried at the sudden assault.

“Stevvy gwukh… Vulfu gwukh !” he practically growled the last part, suckling at my clit with such gusto that my entire body began to shake uncontrollably. I could feel a sudden spring tighten in my lower belly, my veins alighting with a sparking anticipation. It was like my arms and legs had gone into panic mode, not knowing if this sensation was the most incredible thing it’d ever experienced, or if it was on the verge of being K.O.’d.

Trust me, this is very, very, good, I told myself. But it didn’t help.

When Vulfu began to rumble from deep in his chest, the sound vibrated past his lips as he then plunged a finger into my pussy, sliding in with ease as I was already wet, and went between suckling at my clit and laving at it with his tongue. He increased the pressure, holding me down as he placed a hand over my stomach. When my legs came up, I hooked them into place behind his head, which only seemed to encourage him as he aggressively picked up the tempo.

“Ffffffff-uuuuuuuck!” I moaned, that tension building in me with a burn that needed to snap. Suddenly, Vulfu reared up, sitting back on his knees. “What are you doing?” I cried, that build immediately coming to a halt. “Vulfu, please–”

But before I could finish, his arms hooked behind my knees, spreading my legs wide, he lined himself up, and thrust hard and deep . My mouth fell open, a moan releasing from deep within me as the feeling of delicious fullness seemed to fulfill a primal need I didn’t know I even had. In turn, Vulfu closed his eyes, his head falling back upwards, a deep, rumble like a growl vibrating up from his chest. He looked like I felt… like we’d both finally succumbed to some long-awaited prayer, a wish, and we were savouring it.

When Vulfu lowered his gaze, the green-grey pools of his eyes practically melting as the corners of his mouth lifted in a tiny, mischievous grin, before he slowly, agonizingly, pulled out enough so that just the tip of his cock remained, before he thrust hard and deep again. I let out another moan, the sound so lust-filled and unlike anything I’d expect to hear from my own lips, and his smile only broadened, like he enjoyed it. Very, very much.

Vulfu slowly pulled out again, only to snap back, his arms still hooked behind my knees, spreading my legs wide as he leisurely began to fuck me. The sight of this man, in all his glory, with his beautiful, tanned skin, the muscle built up from years of physical labour and sign of his strength, his wild beauty, he was so unlike anything I’d ever seen before, and holy hell did I want him. He was no Marcus. No Pete. Not Harris. He was above them. He was something else entirely.

“Stevvy jugra Vulfu…” he rumbled, like he was stating a fact. Stephanie belongs to Vulfu… he truly believed it, and for some reason, the proclamation made me feel giddy inside. This man wanted me, and truly believed I was his. That very thought had butterflies fluttering wildly in my stomach…

“Mmmmm,” he groaned, the sexy, languid way he was pumping into me only added to the whole picture, and I couldn’t help but just give in, refusing to fight it.

He dropped one of my legs then, bringing the other up so it lay against the muscled plains of his stomach, and ran his tongue along the side of my calf, his eyes narrowed into slits as he watched me, grinning that same cocky, beautiful, close-lipped grin of his. I guess he liked the sight of me laying beneath him, eagerly meeting his slow, deep thrusts, like a bitch in heat. Slowly, he ran one of his calloused hands up my stomach and over my heart, his eyes never leaving me for a second, and murmured, “Stevvy mmahch… gwuhk!”

Stephanie beautiful… like.

So, the big man liked what he saw, hey? Well the feeling was mutual. Even though the light in here was dim, I could make out every line of muscle on his perfect frame. I reached for him, hoping he’d understand what it was I wanted, but I didn’t have to worry. Vulfu could read me like a book. Effortlessly, he gripped the small of my waist and righted me up, sitting me in his lap, his cock still deep within. I let my hands wander over his chest, up and down his arms, feeling every hard mound, every scar. This man wasn’t just beautiful. He was glorious.

For the first time in my life, I took control. Sitting on Vulfu’s lap, my hands wrapped around the back of his neck and, holding his green-grey stare, I began to slowly rotate my hips, curling around him, squeezing his cock. I felt like I was on fire, my heart hammering so hard in my chest I was terrified it would stop, while all the same, I was terrified that Vulfu would want me to stop…

Vulfu let out a long, shuddering gasp, his eyes closing for just a second, like this was better than he had expected, like it caught him off guard. To think I could drive a man like this to feel this way about me was empowering, and I liked it.

Leaning in, I let my lips trail along his throat, up beneath the lobe of his ear, before I let out a little sigh and squeezed around him again, loving the guttural moan he emitted in response. Oh, he liked that, did he?

A side to me I’d never known existed suddenly bloomed to life as I began to rock on him. A side that was a little more brazen, more confident, and I liked her. I watched as his eyes heated, shimmering as he drank me in, his hands gripping my waist eagerly while I moved, deciding to pick up the pace just a little more now. The way Vulfu looked at me made me feel beautiful. It made me feel powerful, sexy, and that wasn’t something I ever remembered feeling in my life. That boost of empowerment had me cupping his face in my hands as I continued to rock on him, and bring his mouth to mine so I could kiss him properly.

Even though his dick was deep inside my pussy, apparently this , our lips touching was too far. His head snapped back, his eyes wide open in surprise, like what I’d just done had seriously crossed a line of his people.

Don’t back down, Stevvy. Take control.

I let my thumbs run along the hollow of his cheeks, smiling at him as I did, careful to not show my teeth.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Grumpy,” I said to him, and squeezed again around his cock, loving how the tension instantly seemed to release from his body. “This is a good thing. Gwuhk!” I told him. Good, like.

I leaned in again and though he froze like a statue, his eyes wide open as he watched me suspiciously, like I was about to spring a trap, I pressed my lips to his. When he didn’t pull away, I gave him another, and another, before I gradually began to move my lips against his, encouraging him to reciprocate. I thought he would, that is, until his tongue snaked out and ran over my mouth entirely. I squealed, bringing my head back, and he took advantage of my confusion to suddenly rear up, and crush me down into the furs. Wrapping his arms around my body, he held me tightly to his, and with punishing, grating gusto, began to fuck me in earnest.

“Ooooooh… myyyyyyy… Gooooooood! ” I cried as he ground into me so hard, so fast, it was like he’d suddenly transformed into a jack rabbit. “H-holy shit, Vulfu!” So much for that achingly slow build. He seemed to have thrown that idea right out the… well, there wasn’t a window, but out a crack in the bark.

That tension that had been ever so slowly building up, bit by bit, slammed into me, now feeling like it was pulsing hard against my lower belly, and my legs to close around his waist and squeeze. Tears fell from the corners of my eyes, and I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t stop, but at the same time, I needed him to keep going.

To my surprise, he lifted his head from where he’d buried it into the side of my neck and kissed me fervently. His lips were demanding, searching, mimicking the motion mine had right before he’d gone berserk.

Hell yeah, now he wants to kiss? I’ll give him a kiss! Opening my mouth, I let my tongue glide between his lips, teasing the tip of his. He froze for just a second before he reciprocated, matching me. Oh he definitely liked this. His movements became more eager, more excited, and his thrusting now shifted to a rolling sort of progression, his pelvis rubbing my clit with each pass.

“Oh wow!” I gasped, turning my face away so I could catch my breath, “Oh wow, wow, wow!” Never before had I felt like this . The orgasms he’d given me in the past were amazing, yeah, but this? This needed to happen. Now! “Vulfu!”

“Stevvy,” he grunted, his teeth clenched tight as he buried his face into my hair, his arms crushing me to himself as he fucked me with abandon.

That pulse in me was pulsing harder, creating an addictive rising throb that needed to explode. I could feel it getting closer and closer.

Vulfu suddenly gripped a handful of my hair and turned my head to the side before he latched his mouth onto the side of my throat and bit down, holding me and sucking hard. It was that, that action that sent me spiraling, and that coil suddenly burst. I cried out, my entire body shaking uncontrollably as a spark shot out through my veins and back again to where we were still connected. With a final thrust, Vulfu stilled in me, pressing hard to my entrance, as his own body tightened, trembling from the force of his own orgasm.

We both stayed that way, frozen, for a little longer, before he finally released my throat, his tight muscles relaxing enough that my legs slid away from his waist like they’d turned into pudding. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breaths coming out in hard, heavy pants, my gaze unfocused as I stared up at the inside of the redwood.

Never had I thought sex could be like that . In my past, it had been filled with pain and horror. But as Vulfu slowly slid free from me and settled between my legs, laying his head over my heart and his fingers reaching up to play with the dark coils of my hair, I knew that what we’d just experienced together was something special between us . I wrapped my arms around his back, letting my fingers trace little pictures onto this skin. Whenever I went too far to the sides, he’d flinch slightly, like it tickled, and I smirked before withdrawing.

How was it that a wild man like him, someone so removed from modern society, could make me feel like the person I’d always dreamed of being?