Chapter 6-Love At Last
#6 of Lady Of My Life Renewed
Chapter 6-Love At Last
Montor tried his best to be gentle, but his instincts were pressing him hard to hump her and leave her. His mind was stronger, though. That and his emotions. This experience was somwething he had never had. He had never cared so much for what the female felt in such a situation; it was intruiging and a little frightening to him. Why was he so drawn to her? Why did he care so much?
And why did he feel the need to take care of her for the rest of her life? To make sure she had anything and everything she wanted 'til her dying day?
Was this..love? Or just an infatuation?
His mind sobered on the last thought, but he wouldn't let his rambling emotions ruin the moment. Especially not after how long it took him to get her to agree.
He carefully pressed forward, fighting eery instinct to simply thrust inside and biry himself completely. She continued to whine every so often, in which case he immediately stopped and awaited her tense muscles to relax.
God, was she ever tight! He had never had anything like this in his time; not even virgins! They simply didn't compare to the clenching muscles of this little princess. He was certain it had to do with her body size compared to his, but he also felt that she had rarely felt a man inside her. She wasn't a vigrin, but she hadn't been about yiffing too often. How many years had she fought her heat?
His length continued the slow struggle until finally burying himself completely in her. it was a perfect fit length-wise. he could feel his head brushing gently against her cervix and with each gentle nudge, a moan quickly escaped her.
He rocked his hips back and forth, eyes locked on her face to see every small or large reaction she gave. As he picked up speed she grew all the more excited, a soft moan heard at the end of each breath she exhaled.
Montor was having the same reactions now. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted harshly, his slow pace having now reached full speed. His paw moved behind her head to hold it gently and keep it from scarping against the concrete.
His humping was a rampage of speed now, unable to fight his animalistic instincts any longer. He fell atop her, nuzzling and suckling against her neck with heated urgency. He wanted so badly to feel her next climax spill around him!
Montor felt her little paws slap onto his back. To his surprise her claws dug in, long scratches of passion seering across his back. She barely managed to get past his outer fur with her dainty claws, but the ravenous action was not only arousing; it was also a little revealing.
Looking at Vanya in a new light, he could see the kind of creature she was. Timid and shy on the outside, but a real beast in bed. One of those that's slow to start obviously. When she did get started, however, he was certainy he would be blown away at her sexual ferocity.
But his exploration of her animalistic side would have to be for another time. He could feel her insides constricting about him, hinting at another climax on its way. Montor was very close himself. He could feel the head oh his shaft swelling within her, waves of pleasure shooting within him. It was going to be difficult to hold it back long enough to let her come first.
He distracted himself by giving small nips at her neck, eventually turning into suckling and ravenous bites. Never ones that hurt too much though; only about as painful as the scratching that she continued upon his back, claws raking again and again through his fur. Oh, what a wild woman she would be when he was done with her!
His playing on her neck seemed to be the last straw for her. Within seconds her tight walls suddenly went lax, a deep moan piercing the air as a wave of juices spilled around the member embedded inside her.
She had only begun to catch her breath when Montor let out a loud, ravenous roar, shaking the concrete about them viciously. He thrust himself as deeply in as he could manage, the head even spreading the crevix a little as seed shot again and again into her womb. The womb filled completely and spilled into her passage, flowing meesily across his shrinking sac.
He felt himself almost collapse atop her, but he managed to curl his arms around her and drop to his side, taking the young femme with him. Gasping for air and regaining their strength, they both nuzzled affectionately into one another, not daring to move due to the swelling. Montor wouldn't have a chance of pulling himself out.
After a few moment he shifted, turning to his back and placing her atop him, still buried deep within her. He smiled gently as she pressed her face into his made, soft coos of pleasure heard while she twirled strands of his hair about her fingers.
He knew this reaction well. He himself had never been the one to initiate it, but he had seen women with that same wondrous glow on their face, as if they had a secret they didn't want to keep. Whether her mind was aware of it or not, her body certainly was. She was pregnant, and she was utterly pleased.
Montor's fingers rubbed gently at her neck, tilting her chin up to force her eyes to look into his own. He couldn't hold back his smile of contentment as they fell into a soft, passionate kiss.
Before thinking about it the words rolled off his lips, "I love you."
"I love you too," she responded contentedly.
With that they settled down, holding each other close and slowly drifting off to sleep.