Break Away
Raphael was sitting on his bed reading when he heard the soft whimpering from the bedroom next to him. He frowns, knowing that it was Isabelle's room. He gets up and quietly heads to her room. The last thing he wants to do is wake the others, usually because they get really cranky in the morning.
He slowly opens Isabelle's door and when he looks at her bed, his chest constricted.
Isabelle was illuminated in the moonlight, her face contorted to one of fear and pain. She was thrashing in her sleep, trying to fight an unseen assailant. Raphael watched this for about five minutes, finally walking towards her when she made a cry in her sleep. He sat down next to her and gently shook her.
"Baby Girl, wake up." He whispered, "Isabelle, please, wake up."
He watches as Isabelles eyes snap open and she early bolts from her bed. She starts panting heavily and looks at Raphael with wide eyes. Her lips starts trembling and she looks down, tears falling from her eyes. The anthro-wolf looks at her with compassion in his sky blue eyes.
"Oh, sweetheart." He softly said, taking her in his arms. She snuggled deeper into his chest and sobs. He already knew what this was about.
For the past couple of weeks, Isabelle had been having nightmares about her stepfather, Jeremiah, molesting her. He tried to comfort her the best he can, but she will always refuse help, saying she can handle it. But he could see that she was struggling to keep it together, to remain sane.
"I can't do it anymore." She sobbed "I can't... do this anymore."
"I know, honey. I know."
Isabelle suddenly pulled away and stared at Raphael with such intensity that it scared him. Then she ran her hand across her chest.
"Help me forget." She whispered. Raphael's eyes widened and he slowly shook his head.
"No, I can't. I can't do that." He said, slowly pulling away from her. She grabbed his hand before he could fully pull away. "But, Ralph...." she started saying.
"No, I can hurt you!" he said firmly. Isabelle then glared at him.
"Raphael, I been hurt." She said in a curt tone. She then climbed into his lap and took his bestial face in her hands.
"I trust you, Raphael."
He looks in her blue eyes, trying to see if there any hint of doubt or fear. Seeing none, he cupped her chin and gave her a deep kiss. He then slowly pushed down on her bed, pulling back to look at her face.
Word was not needed.
Clothes were quickly discarded and they communicated only through touch. They started stroking each others faces, as though they were blind to each other. Raphael slowly ran his hand over Isabelle's body, earning a small gasp from her. He the started to lap at her neck, earning a small moan from the mystic. His hand cupped her breast, careful of his sharp nails as he started to stroke it. He smiles a bit when Isabelle gave a low moan, giving her a soft kiss. He kneaded the breast, twirling the nipple a bit to hear her aroused moan. When his hand traveled downwards, he felt her body stiffened. He looked up at her with apprehension, but she looks at him with a small smile.
"Its ok, go on."
He gives her a small smile, and slowly eases a finger inside of her, making her gasp and moan. He controlled himself rigidly as her scent intensified and she started writhing under him. He kept stroking inside her, feeling her essence dripping on his fingers. He then pulled his finger out, licking his hand of her juices. He looks at her with a small smile, chuckling slightly as she blushed. He then nuzzled her face, inhaling deeply in her hair.
"Are you ready?" he asked. He was answered with a small nod, so he sat up to look at her.
He was nervous about this; not only because she was abused and might have a relapse of this. It was his size. He was much larger than normal people, and Isabelle was so small next to him.
Everyone said that Isabelle always looked so tiny next to him; he never believed it until now.
He slowly spread her legs and put his tip against her. He heard her gasp and was about to stop when she grabbed his arm. Her odd blue eyes beckoned him to continue, so he started to press against her, slowly entering her. He closed is eyes tightly, feeling her tightness and hearing her giving small gasps. He felt her virginity tear, smelling blood and hearing her cry out. He was about to stop, but Isabelle said no, so he continued. When he was fully in her, he let out a gasp and opened his eyes, staring at Isabelle. She was breathing heavily, with tears in her eyes, gazing at him with so
much love that his heart melted.
"You alright?"
She nodded,
"I love you, you know."
She smiled at him and responded, "I love you too." She then moved her hips a little forward.
"Ralph...please...move..."
He reached over and gave her a deep kiss, giving her a lick on her cheek before he pulled away. He then slowly started thrusting in her, stopping when she gasped in pain. He stands still for a moment, and then pushed in again. Isabelle gave a long moan, as he started thrusting a little more, giving out a loud groan.
"Baby girl...oh god...baby girl." He moaned, as he started to thrust faster in her. Isabelle moaned loudly, her breathing hitched as she raised her hips to meet his. Her tail was moving eratically, flailing side to side.
"Ralph, please...come...closer" she said, her arms reaching out to him. He sat up and took her in his arms, both crying out as he settled deeper inside of her, her tail wrapping round his waist.
"Isabelle...baby...you ok?" he breathed out. She looked at him and gave him a small smile.
"I'm ok, Raphael."
He smiled at her and then started thrusting in her, earning a cry from her. He gives powerful thrusts in her, as she wraps her legs around him. She gave out moans and cries of his name.
"Ralph... OH GOD...Ralph!"
He starts thrusting into her quicker, his orgasm reaching to his limit. He felt her tightening; he realized she was also reaching her limit.
"I-Isabelle...I,m close..."
The rest of his sentence trailed off as he gave a loud growl, his hands gripping Isabelle with a vice grip, as he poured into her. Isabelle gave a yell as she joined him in his nirvana, her orgasm going through her as well.
The couple was still, breathing heavily. Then Raphael slowly put Isabelle on the bed as he pulled out of her, a shuddering gasp from both of them. He lies down next to her, breathing harshly. He then grabbed her form and pulled him close to him.
"I didn't hurt you, did i?"
"Not really. It hurt a little but it was great." He pulled back to look at her and she gave such a heartfelt smile that he couldn't help but grin. She snuggled against his chest, humming to the feeling of his fur.
"Raphael, thanks." She said quietly, making his heart clench. He knew this act was more than just making love; it was a healing and a sign of trust.
"Raphael...please...don't leave me."
Her plea made Raphael's heart ache, so he could only tell her the truth.
"I will never do that, never."
The lovers fall asleep in each others arms, both glad that they could break away from the past.