Vulfu (Primal #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

O ne morning when I woke up from my usual deep slumber, wrapped up in Vulfu’s arms in his burrda , or burrow, I noticed something was different. Rubbing my eyes with my fists, I stretched and yawned hugely, while he just buried his face into my neck and pulled me closer to him, clearly not ready to get up just yet. But when I took a deep breath, I could sense a change in the air. It wasn’t that usual flowering, warm summer smell that I was used to. There was a cooler edge to it, and a bite that I wasn’t used to waking up to. One of my legs, which I’d stuck out from under the furs in the night, was chilled, and I quickly followed Vulfu’s example and snuggled up with him under the mess of blankets.

I breathed in again, but that flowery, summer scent that hung heavy in the woods was gone, replaced by that chilled, pine smell of Autumn. Was it already the end of summer? Were we nearing September? Oh my God… I've been out here for almost two months now. I had completely lost track of time, the days blending in together, and after the search team had stopped combing through this area, I hadn’t bothered counting.

My mind was about to spiral when Vulfu nuzzled my neck, his fingers inching up my stomach to brush against the underside of my breast, and I instantly relaxed, smiling to myself as he continued his ministrations. From deep in his chest, I could make out that vibrating hum that reminded me of a purr, his lips lightly touching the skin on my neck, making me shiver against him. From out in the main room of our home, I could hear Dow say something to Mowha, followed by her softer rumble. The rest of the family was waking up, waiting for their leader, who was busy exploring my body with his calloused fingers, which now inched down toward my pubis. Eyes still closed, I grinned and spread my legs for him, eager for his touch, and he didn’t disappoint.

His fingers lightly played with my pussy lips, my clit, inching in and out of the entrance of my sex, before applying a little more pressure as he pressed his palm against it, giving it a swirl, before going back to teasing. Meanwhile, his mouth moved from my neck to my chest, his soft lips lightly kissing each swell with a tenderness one wouldn’t expect from a man as authoritative or as wild as him. It wasn’t until his tongue lazily lapped over each nipple, then sucking it greedily into his mouth as he pressed his palm against my clit with a more indulging massage, that my domineering, sweet, primal lover came to light. I gasped against his touches, his kisses, and eagerly pressed back against him, needing more, and he happily obliged. Turning his palm, still rubbing against my clit, he slid two fingers into my pussy, curling them to stroke along the inside, and my toes began to curl.

“Vulfu,” I whispered into the dim, morning light of our hollow. “God, Vulfu…”

“Mmahch Stevvy,” he rumbled against my left breast, before sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. Pretty Stephanie…

I ran my fingers through his tangle of dark, grey-streaked hair, my nails skimming over his skull, and he seemed to shudder beneath my touch in the same way I was falling apart from his. To think I had that sort of power over a man, that I could bring him to his knees so to speak, was thrilling. Cupping either side of his face, I forced him to look at me so that I could press a deep, sensual kiss to his mouth, my tongue flicking lightly against his bottom lip. Eagerly, he reciprocated, deepening the kiss as he quickened the pace of his hand against my body. I arched against his hard muscles, needing more from him.

With one swift movement, Vulfu flipped me onto my stomach, before sliding his arm under my waist to lift my ass up into the air. He piled several furs beneath my pelvis, so that my rear end was high up before him, easily accessible as he got on his knees behind me. I grinned and bit my lip at the lewd way he’d arranged my body, loving that he could handle me so easily, yet making me feel so safe and treasured at the same time.

To my surprise, his hand suddenly came down then, swatting my buttocks several times on one side, then the other. I squeaked in response, and my heart hammered against my chest, and my feelings jumbled together, confused.

For a horrible, horrible moment, my feelings jarred together, conflicting and chaotic. I felt a flash of fear like I had back in high school, when Marcus had me in his bedroom. Or the time when Peter Dufont had me cornered in the empty science lab, or when Harris bent me over the table in workshop...

But it was his voice that brought me back to the present.

“Stevvy jugra Vulfu,” he purred, and all of those dark, haunting thoughts vanished in an instant. I was here with the one person who made me feel safest, most desired, most loved. One of his large, roughened hands pressed down on the small of my back, sliding down my spine to press against the middle, keeping my upper body pressed into the furs as he lined his cock up with my pussy, rubbing the tip against the entrance to spread the wetness that he’d created with his touching and stroking.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’m yours, Vulfu,” I sighed, wishing he’d stop the teasing already. I needed him to fuck me like an animal. I craved it. “Fuck, just do it. Do it!”

“Stevvy gwuhk?” Stephanie good?

“Yes! Yes, Stevvy gwuhk! I’m good, please! Please, Vulfu, just fuck me.”

He chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling like a lion, which only turned me on all the more. I wiggled my ass, pressing back against the head of his cock, but he only spanked me in response, making me yelp, though I smiled into the furs at the same time.

“Vulfu aghaal… mmuh Stevvy.” His voice dropped several octaves. Vulfu is leader. No/not Stephanie. He gave my ass another spank, first one side, and then the other again. “Yahv, Stevvy?” Spank! “Yahv?”

“Yes, yes!” I breathed, “You’re the leader. You’re in charge, not me. Oh please, Vulfu! I need you. Stevvy gwuhk Vulfu!” Stephanie want Vulfu.

Spank! “Yahv?” he hissed again. Spank! “Stevvy jugra?” Spank!

I trembled beneath him and nodded, “Yes, yes! Stevvy want! Please!”

Spank!

“Ugh! Please!” I cried.

Spank!

When he suddenly thrust into me, the movement actually forced me face first into the furs I was laying on, as he’d caught me so off-guard. I thought he’d tease a little longer, but no, my man seemed to have had enough waiting, too. He gripped my hips hard and began to fuck me like a wild animal.

“Oh, oh! ” I cried as he hit me so deep at this angle, I hadn’t expected the strength of the build to happen so quickly. “Ohhh… myyy… God!” My fingers twisted into the furs, hanging on for dear life as the sound of his pelvis smacking against my ass filled the hollow of our burrda . “H-holy sh-shit, Vulfu!”

“Yahv, Stevvy!” he hissed between his teeth, his hands pulling me onto his cock each time he thrust forward, “Yahv!” I felt my knees leave the ground as he held me in the air, fucking me hard from behind, using me like his own personal fucktoy, and I loved it. I loved it because even though he overpowered me, I knew my Vulfu wouldn’t ever hurt me, betray me. I saw the desire, the pure devotion, in his eyes each time I caught him staring, whether I was washing our clothes in the creek, or lazily lying in the sun munching on some berries. He looked at me like a man lost in his desire. And right now, he was fucking me like one.

That building pressure in my lower belly was building rapidly, coiling, pulsing, keeping me on the edge of feeling like I was either going to die, or fall apart in the most delicious way. I could hardly catch my breath, my head was spinning, and all I wanted was more .

“Ugh, fuck yes, Vulfu! Keep going!” I cried as he moved a little faster, jolting me forward so that my hair fell like a mess around my face and shoulders. But he wasn’t having that. Letting go of one of my hips, he slid his hand down my back so that he could gather my thick, dark locks into his grasp, like a long rope, and pulled. My neck craned back, my stomach pressing down into the furs, my ass still high up in the air on the mound he’d made, and I suppose the sight of me this way turned him on, because the deep, rumbling, guttural moan he emitted sent a wave of pleasure all the way down to the tips of my toes. The fact that my body was more curved now, only made his cock rub more prominently against my inner walls, stroking that one spot over and over with more pressure now.

His hand on my hip squeezing hard into the softness of my skin, pulling me into him as forcefully as he could. But for some reason, I couldn’t fully let go. I remained there on the cusp of orgasm without falling completely.

As though sensing this, Vulfu growled and lifted a leg to brace his foot on the ground for more leverage, changing up the angle just enough that I gasped as the pulse suddenly quickened, the intoxicating, thrilling jolt that awakened every sense in my being.

“Oh holy shit, yes! Just like that, Vulfu! Oh my God, like that! Keep going…” I moaned, forgetting that he couldn’t understand me. But at the same time, he didn’t need to know English to get that I was loving this, because he twisted my head sideways, still holding onto my hair, and latched his teeth onto the side of my throat, keeping the same pace, but now curling his hips, and I completely fell apart. “Fuuuuck!” I screamed, that tight coil in my lower belly burning, the pressure of it pushing against my insides before finally, mercifully, it snapped. I felt that flood through my system, shooting out from that spot through my veins, reaching every part of me like a throbbing wave, and tears fell from the corners of my eyes. My breathing was ragged, my body shuddering hard from the force of my orgasm, and I felt Vulfu’s mouth curl in a wicked smile against my skin.

Without a word, the hand on my hip slid beneath me so that he could stroke my clit vigorously, and I screamed again as the sensation only caused another charged wave to shoot throughout my body. I wanted to run, but at the same time I wanted more. I tried pulling away, but was relieved when I found I couldn’t escape, as his entire frame now settled over my back, pressing me down into our bed, his fucking relentless and unending.

I could feel the flush on my face as I gasped from each hard pump of his hips, the furs beneath me tangled in my hands, his lips sucking, tongue teasing and licking along the side of my throat. Each grunt, each moan and rumble in his chest only turned me on all the more, and I grinned as the heat of his desire overwhelmed me like a heavy perfume.

“Come in me, Vulfu,” I sighed, “come in me!”

Again, I knew he didn’t understand English, but somehow, we’ve been able to communicate to each other in other ways… reading each other’s body language, the tone in which we speak, the look in our eyes. And right now, when I whispered those words to him, he seemed to understand the meaning with no explanation. Vulfu’s teeth latched again onto my neck, and gave several more furious, hard thrusts before stilling inside of me, bathing my inner walls with his cum, just like I asked.

I could feel his chest heaving against my back, his cock twitching within me, and his entire body trembled hard from the strength of his climax. I remained where I was beneath him, savouring this moment as he slowly flexed his hips into me a little deeper, like he didn’t want this to be over just yet. Finally, his teeth released my throat, and he pressed his forehead to the center of my back, breathing in my scent while his hands lightly ran little trails down either side, making me shiver.

Vulfu reared up on his knees then, his cock somehow still inside of me, and gently held onto my hips. I peered over my shoulder to see him staring at where we were connected, as though in wonder, very slowly, inch by inch, moving in and out, in and out. He was still hard, despite the fact I could tell he’d come. I could feel the mix of our wetness between my legs, and each time he pulled out a little, it made a bigger mess, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Shusha, Stevvy,” he rumbled. Rest, Stephanie . So I did, laying there beneath him like pudding as he began to fuck me again, though this time it was much more gentle, slower, with a tenderness so unlike his wild, dominant side. He caressed my ass, sliding his hand up my back to gently cup my head, stroking my hair. His movements were languid, almost lazy as he thrusted, taking his time.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, my eyes closed as I rested into our bedding, the feeling not as strong this time, but still thrumming to life, nonetheless.

It wasn’t until he wrapped both arms beneath my pelvis and lifted my rear end up, hugging me to his hips, that the pressure in my lower belly began to flicker alive again. He didn’t thrust as fast, but it was hard, our bodies smacking loudly together, and when I peered back at him, his eyes were squeezed shut, head fallen backwards to face the ceiling, as he pulled me to himself again and again. Each slow, deep pump of his cock teased me to life again, and biting my lip, I eagerly squeezed around him, which earned a deep groan from him in response.

Then with short, but sharp, thrusts, in rapid succession, he fucked me like a jackrabbit. His entire body was tensed up, his muscles and veins in his arms and neck bulging out, a sheen of sweat dotting his forehead and broad chest. The short but hard, steady thrusts were enough to have me squeezing the life out of him until I burst again, crying out, the sound carrying out of our burrda . My voice broke as I screamed, shattering apart as that intoxicating rush flooded through me, my pussy pulsing from my orgasms. The sound between us was wet and loud, and finally, he came again, flooding me, with a thundering shout.

We both stilled, both gasping hard to catch our breath, my pussy still squeezing around his cock as I came down from my climax, feeling like all of my bones had turned to mush. Finally, he curled his body around me, hugging me tightly to himself as he lay down at my side, insisting on holding me flush to his body so he could remain inside of me, still connected.

And I fucking loved it.

“Vulfu?” I whispered, my eyes closed as I snuggled against him. “I love you.”

He said nothing, not understanding what I was saying completely, the barrier of our languages inhibiting us from truly conveying our feelings for one another. I’d said it to him the other day, but I think he was so distracted by his distress over not understanding English, I felt like I needed to tell him again, while we were in a place where we were both happy, both satisfied, the rush of our climaxes adding to the emotion of it. I’m sure he was able to sense some of what I was saying, a feeling behind it, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to truly explain how I felt about him. But I needed to say it all the same.

“I love you. So much. As you are completely. To the moon and beyond, until there are no more stars in the sky… I love you.”

He didn’t say it back, but instead hummed from deep in his chest, that lovely, purr-like sound lulling me into a sense of peace and contentment I’d only ever felt with him. I would probably never hear him say it, but that was okay. I felt it. Smiling against him, I pressed a kiss over his heart, and savoured this moment with him, my heart so full of love for this man, a feeling I never dreamed I’d ever experience. And I was so thankful it was with him.

We were sitting naked in the creek together, the sunlight warming our skin as I sat facing him on his lap, bathing each other after our morning sexathon. Around us, the family was milling about, cleaning furs or clothes, Kray and Dow relentlessly teasing us, especially after we’d come out of Vulfu’s private burrow. I’d looked at their smug faces when everyone greeted us, pointed over my shoulder at the entry to the hollow of the redwood, and said to them, “ That in there? That is what fuck means.”

Since then, now that they grasped the concept of the word, they’d been joking all morning, singing, “Vulfu fuuuuhk Stevvy! Vulfu fuuuuhk Stevvy!” I swear, those two were like typical high school kids, and all I could do in response was roll my eyes and ignore them.

I hadn’t been wrong about that change in the air. I could feel it, even in the warm sun, that autumn was close. Several trees in the nearby forest had glimpses of yellow, tinges of red, a promise that cooler weather was coming soon. We’d replenished the stores that had been stolen from us by the pale men, and I prayed that they would continue to leave us alone as they have been over the past month. The thought of coming across one of them again sent a shiver down my spine, which Vulfu took as me being chilled in the cool water, and immediately rose to his feet, with me cradled in his arms, and headed to shore to dry me off like a child. His touch was gentle, careful as he wiped the water away, selecting a skin dress for me to wear, one that had the spotting of a young deer.

I dressed, as did he, while the others around us ate their lunch of dry meat, nuts, and berries, and relaxed together. Krahu and Dahkha were sitting together, carving something out of pieces of wood with sharp, pointed stones. Veshy was sitting with Mowha, who was fussing over Dow as she tried to detangle his wild, shoulder length, dark hair. He yelped and fussed as she combed through the knots, even going as far as to reach around to swipe at her to stop, to which she’d respond by giving him a sharp smack on his shoulder, and he’d obediently stilled, albeit for a few minutes at least. As I stared at them, I could see more of a resemblance between the two. Something about their noses, their mouths, they were identical little mirrors of each other. The only real difference was their eyes. Mowha’s were dark, swirled with a brighter caramel colour, while Dow’s were like Vulfu’s… that beautiful grey-green. I was certain that Mowha was Dow’s mother, and that Dow and Vulfu were brother’s with the same father. I didn’t see any resemblance between my lover and adopted mom, which made me certain that they were of no relation. More like stepmom and stepson in a way.

But then, where was Vulfu and Dow’s father? Where was Kray’s mother and father?

Kray was spending his time in the treetops, fearlessly jumping from one tree to another with ease, but made my heart stop each time I saw him suspended high up in the air. He and Krahu both had the same crazy, curly dark hair, same warm, chestnut eyes. Her and his easy teasing nature between one another felt very sibling-like. So, what had happened to the parents? Where did Drahkha and Veshy fit into this?

A nagging suspicion told me the pale men had a part, if not everything, to do with it. They didn’t seem like a happy, organized society. Just a band of males who stuck together because they couldn’t fit in elsewhere with their aggression. They all carried the same thick brows, the hard, voidless stares, the sickly gaunt looks in their faces as their skin hung off their faces like masks. They didn’t have that warmth that my family here did. The respect for others within the home. I shudder to think where I would be today if they had been the ones to find me out here, lost, blind, and vulnerable.

The very thought had me snuggling up to Vulfu’s side on the soft moss by the creek as I braided my long thick hair, completing it by tying a cord at the end. As we lounged, Vulfu lazily took my braid and started entwining those little, white flowers into my hair, while I munched on some raspberries. Just this, with my man putting flowers in my hair, sitting in the sun listening to birds sing, with the others all relaxed and happy around us, I couldn’t picture a more perfect moment. This was bliss.