Midnight Blue
#99 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Edward
opened the armoire he had just moved, mostly out of idle curiosity. It was
filled with old clothing much like they had worn that very day.
"Whatcha
looking at?"
He
chuckled. "More old clothes. I wonder how much stuff he has packed away in this
house?"
"Probably
a hell of a lot more than he needs."
She
came over and rifled through the drawers. Edward admonished her to keep things
neat. There was no point in making a mess of his tidy arrangements. He pulled
out one item that had attracted his attention. It unfolded as he held it out.
Maggie was instantly smitten.
"Oooooh!
I like that!"
It was
a cape with a hood, made of some thick material, complete with a hood. She
pulled it from his fingers and threw it on over her dress.
"What
do you think?"
"Actually,
the red color goes well with your dress. Overall it's rather fetching."
"Really?
Cool!"
"Why?
Do you intend to ask him if you can keep it?"
"Nope!
I thought about using right now!"
"Now?
We're going to bed."
"Yes we
are. Aren't you up to a little role playing?"
"With
everything we've gone through, you think a little dress-up will get my blood
going?"
"It
depends. If you play the part of the big bad wolf, I'll play the part of Little
Red Riding Hood."
He
stepped back a moment to look at her. She shifted form just a little until she
looked as innocent as that fictional character was supposed to be, though he
wolf-girl ears managed to crop up as a slight incongruity. His cock went hard
instantly.
"You're
such a bad influence on me."
"Am I?
That means I'm doing something right!"
"So, I
guess then that I'm supposed to look like this?" He assumed an anthropomorphic
shape a little larger than his normal self, with all the attributes of his most
fearsome form, but without the overblown dimensions. This was love-making, not
violent mating and he got that notion firmly stuck in his head. His cock had
reverted to something more feral in appearance than human, but he made sure to
keep his mind solidly under control.
"So
little girl, where are you off to today?"
Maggie
giggled with delight. "I was going to grandmother's house but I seem to have
misplaced my basket of goodies."
"I'll
just bet your goodies were never in the basket!"
She
tried to say something but burst out laughing. "This would be so much easier
with the right props and a nice dark forest to play in."
"Like
we have that at our disposal at the moment. You'll just have to make do with
what we have. Maybe I should climb in the bed and pretend to be grandma?"
"Ooooh,
you kinky old wolf you. That's a great idea."
She rummaged
in the armoire and came out with an old dressing robe, like something Ebenezer
Scrooge would have worn to bed. He struggled to get it on over his present form
but with her help managed to get it on securely. He knew he looked ridiculous,
but it was all for fun so he went along with it. She looked around a little
more, but not finding a cap of any sort tied a shawl around his head. He looked
even sillier, but the thrill of the game kept him going along with it.
"There!
You look adorable - granny!"
"I'll
huff and I'll puff..."
She put
a finger to his lips. "Wrong story buster. This is the one where I get eaten,
remember?"
He got
a sly smile, which looked horrid on his wolfish mouth. It showed a fang or two
in its execution. "Yes, I remember. And you are a delicious little morsel!"
She
giggled again. "Yep! So climb into bed and I'll act just like I've walked into
granny's house."
Edward
humored her, because he found the idea to be strangely appealing. He loved
Maggie in all her forms, but the young and innocent look always seemed to drive
him over the edge. It was kinky and rather amoral, but then again it wasn't
like he could help it. She brought out the beast, err, the best in him.
She
smiled at the way he looked in the bed, with his big wolf ears were sticking
out around the shawl and his nose protruding forward from under the fringe. He
looked every bit as ridiculous as the caricatures she remembered from the old
children's story books. She had no idea how anyone could ever have been fooled
by such a disguise.
"Oh my!
Grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"The
better to hear you with my dear!" He smiled at the silliness of their game. He
licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
"And oh
my, what big teeth and a long sensous tongue you have!"
He
about choked. "The better to lick the plate clean my dear."
She
giggled and pulled back the covers to expose the rise underneath right where
his torso met his hips. "And look at what a large cock you have granny! I never
knew you were a tranny!"
"The
better to fuck you with my dear!" He roared mirthfully and jumped from the bed.
Maggie was expecting his ploy, and figured that a little chase was in order.
The room wasn't large, but there was room for someone as wily as she was to
avoid even someone as sly as her husband-to-be.
Over and
around the bed they went, making a little more noise than they had intended as
their horse play went on for the next few minutes. She finally ended it by
jumping on the bed, acting all out of breath and afraid.
"What
are you going to do to me Mr. Wolf?"
"I going
to fuck you until you scream!"
She got
a wry, cunning look on her face. "The
hell you are mister!" She spread her legs as she hiked her dress up to her
waist. "You're going to eat me first just like in the story!"
Edward
nearly reverted to human his mirth was so great and unexpected. A laugh from a
werewolf, even one let loose in joy, was still a frightening thing to hear. It
was easy to see why even a good natured were might be taken as some horrible
threat.
"You
did say I had a sensuous tongue, now didn't you?" He climbed up on the bed,
growling just a little as spittle dripped from his jaws.
"Yes I
did you bad, bad thing you. Now make up for scaring me! I'll tell you when you
can quit!"
She
didn't move a muscle as he placed his paws and front legs over her hips and
leaned his nose down to the crotch. She jumped as the cold tip touched her, but
the warm tongue soon rectified that. She settled into the mattress with only a
moment spared to arrange her dress and robe. She should have taken them off,
but she was really horny and figured she'd weather through them just fine.
She
closed her eyes and dug her fingers into his furry legs. He ignored her grip and dived into his present
expectations. He lapped at her crotch until her fingernails broke his tough
skin. She wanted to play? He was going to give her everything he had like it
was their last day together. He had no intention of hurting her like he had
done on the plane, but that didn't preclude the idea of giving her an overdose
of pleasure. They were two totally different things.
His
sensitive tongue managed to focus on her clit, its rough surface exciting her
little pink nub until she was thrashing on the bed. His paws held her down with
the quiet strength that only a werewolf was capable of. His force, while not
crushing, would have immobilized a water buffalo.
He
didn't relent until he felt her spasm up in an orgasm of epic proportions. Her head was rocking wildly as her fingers
dug in even harder. The sounds coming from her were a mix of strangled cries
and raspy screams. In his present form it didn't dawn on him where they were(indoors),
or he might have stuffed a pillowcase into her mouth. As it was, her cries were
music to his furry, jaded ears.
But did
he stop? Of course he didn't. Instead, he curled up his tongue and forced it
into her cunt with a solid push. Her eyes opened wide as her head came off the
bed.
"Ooooohhhhh mmmmmyyyyy!"
As his
tongue slithered around inside her, his nose continued to rub against her clit,
driving her over the top time after time. Her juices were flowing like a river,
and he greedily lapped them up as fast as he could. His cock was throbbing
nearly as much as her sexual counterpart was, and still he managed to hold off.
When he was finally going to sink into her, he wanted her so hypersensitized
that every stroke he made was enough to make her scream.
And
then there was his knot. He didn't always use it, but tonight he had every
intention of bringing it into play. He had a feeling that once they got
married, there was going to be less time for sex than there had been in the
previous months. Something told him there was some new adventure on the horizon
and that it was going to be occupying their time to the exclusion of everything
else.
On her
fifth or sixth round of bone cracking, pleasure inducing orgasms, he pulled
back and let her drop slackly onto the bed. Her breathing was ragged and
gravelly, her eyes strained into the open position. Her fingers had nearly
merged with his skin during her body-wracking overload. Using his jaws he
grabbed her wrists, one at a time and pried them off. Within seconds his body
was healing over the dripping puncture marks.
He took
a moment to transform, ridding himself of his nightclothes. They might have
been funny to start this off with, but now they were merely going to be a
nuisance. Once they were off, he resumed
his furry form. He licked his lips again in anticipation of the coming event.
He
stole onto the bed one paw at a time, slinking his way up on top of her. Drool
was dripping down on her bare belly as his face came ever closer to hers. He
stopped long enough to force her legs forward. Once they were where he wanted
them, he dropped his hind quarters down and pushed against her. His cock was
laying across her slit, quivering in its readiness.
"So
little one, are you ready to tackle the big bad wolf?"
Her
eyes opened, bloodshot and wild. "I don't know!"
"I can
always go back to licking..."
"No! I
can't take any more!"
"Oh,
you're going to take a lot more. I didn't get you all worked up just to leave
you hanging."
Her
cheeks were flushed. "Hanging? Good god Edward, you about killed me!"
"Nothing
of the sort!" He tilted his hips back and thrust inside her.
Her cry
was real, but it was not one of pain, but of delight. It was a startled and
passionate sound, filled with equal portions of love and lust. She loved him
like he loved her; with an unwavering emotional bond. There were times when she
was furious with him, but now was not one of those moments. After what he just
got finished doing to her, he could screw up for a whole week before she'd get angry
with him.
Edward
pushed in deep. His drooling increased as he was filled with a feral desire. He
stopped for a second to pull himself together. He didn't want to lose control
again but he really needed her body right now. It was hard for him to imagine
living alone after having a love like hers.
She made him smarter, and that made him stupid and prone to doing
foolish things. He couldn't exist
anymore without her, and it made him feel wonderful that she felt the same way.
Being
what he now was made his life complicated, but when he managed to step back and
look at it dispassionately, found that it wasn't all that bad. He couldn't
compare it to anything he knew personally; not his former life nor to anyone
else's. As far as he was concerned his
life was the best there was at the moment in the whole wide world.
He
wiggled his haunches until he was fully inside her. Her eyes had already
recovered from their bloodshot condition.
They sparkled as she opened them and smiled up at him.
"I love
you too big guy!"
"Were
you reading my thoughts?"
"Couldn't
help it I'm afraid. They're coming though loud and clear."
"I
suppose they're pretty close to the surface."
"Don't
sound so ashamed. It's not like I have anything to hide either." She broadcast
so much emotion to him he nearly melted. She leaned up and put her arms around
his sinewy neck, kissing his cheek. "Don't restrain yourself too much now lover
boy. I survived you once; I think I could do it again."
"I
never want to repeat that scenario ever, not even in play."
"If it
happens, I'll heal."
"And
you think that makes it right?"
"I
think it means I'll tolerate a lot from you in exchange for your love."
His
tongue licked her face and then to his own lips, where is circled his gums
nervously.
"You
deserve the best from me, not the worst."
"Maybe
they're the same thing. Maybe I love you for all your parts, not just the
pretty ones. I have seen myself at my worst, and so have you, and yet here we
are. We are not like other people Edward. I won't say we're better, but I would
never want to be normal, not after all we've been through. So love me like you
mean it, and never stop until you're satisfied. And when the need arises again,
you'll know where to find me. Right here by your side."
"A
place I intend to never leave."
"I know.
Now enough with the words and the heartstrings; it's time to show this girl how
much you love her...the old fashioned way."
He felt
his knot inflate, anchoring them together until such time as it decided to
reduce itself back to normal. He let out a low growl, churning his hips to prod
at her insides with the tip of his cock. He never tired of sex with her,
because he knew in his heart he would never tire of her love. Their match
seemed - awkward, but it worked far better than anything else in his life ever
had.
He let
his body take over the actions, melding his mind with hers. If his body started
to get out of control he would recognized far better from his position in her
mind that simply staying within his own. She was the yin to his yang, the
counterbalance to his soul.
She met
him with so much love tears ran from his lupine eyes. It was times like this
when he knew a long life was well worth it if you had someone to spend it with.
He couldn't imagine the pain and loneliness their host had subjected himself to
with his brash experimentation. Edward didn't want to live forever, but if
every day was like this, he might have to consider it.
She
tightened around his cock with as much force as she could muster under the
conditions. She held it as he worked his cock in and out with increasing fury.
She knew how to please him, and his foreplay had stoked the fires to a raging
inferno.
It
didn't take long after that for him to cum. He had thought to fight the urge,
but it seemed a silly notion. He could keep it up indefinitely, so impotence
was hardly going to prove to be a distraction. He released inside her and
savored the sharp feeling as his seed spread through her body.
He
ramped up the next round and extended it for a slow hour of meticulously
choreographed lovemaking. At one point he even managed to roll them over,
allowing her on top. It was a little awkward, but manageable. She was sitting
on top, her dress and cape riding down around her like a veil, hiding her
nakedness but in no way obstructing the flow of primal pleasure that their
connection was generating.
Still,
she slid off the red cape and tossed it to the floor. She grabbed the hem of
her dress and pulled it up and over her head, sending it fluttering to the
floor with the other garment. She ran her hands over her nipples, plucking them
lightly as her hips bucked against his intrusion. Her head fell back as a look
of pure luxurious nirvana crossed her face.
His
knot was pressing against her G-spot in a firm way; not rubbing it precisely
but inflicting the most exquisite feeling as the inflation rose and fell over
top of it. One of her hands reached down and gingerly began running across her
tender clit. His foreplay had over-sensitized that region and she could only
tolerate the lightest of touches there now without going into a full blown
orgasm. She let her fingertip idly play across its surface, making jump now and
again when she got too vigorous.
She
worked over her nipples with her free hand with more gusto, pinching and
tweaking them until they were hard and erect, the tips red from the mild abuse.
She groaned as she felt his mind in hers, their intertwined bodies and souls
becoming one.
She
began angling her pelvis to force his tip across her cervix, finding the
resulting sensation to be beyond compare. He too groaned at the feeling,
fighting down another orgasm until his body refused to listen anymore. With a
growl-turned-howl, he spilled forth another load, his balls contracting painfully
as his sperm was sent exploding inside her.
She
shuddered as he did, and that signaled yet another for her. She rode him with every ounce of energy she
had until the force of her actions pulled her loose from his knot. She cried
out a little in disappointment, and struggled to get back over him. She heard
him in her head.
"Don't fret little one. We've had a good run. I think it's time I
changed back and we get some sleep. We've already made a lot of noise, and we very
well may have been keeping our host up."
She
jerked her hips over the accessible three quarters of his cock. "No! I don't
want to stop!"
He
sighed and forced his body back to being human. "Fine my dear. Anything for
you. But From this point until we sleep, I'm going to just be me. I think that
when I wake up I'd rather be like this than a wolf."
She
hugged him and kissed his lips fiercely. "I don't care what you look like when
I wake up to you, as long as it's you."
He
kissed her back, glad to have a mouth that was more suited for it than his
other form. "I just hope you still feel that way fifty years into our future."
"What
you look like doesn't matter husband. It's what's inside and I've felt that
like no other time as I have tonight. You will always be the most beautiful
person I've ever known."
"And
you to me, will always be, my one true love."
They
fell at it again, rolling as lovers do, disheveling the sheets and tossing the
pillows until pure exhaustion took them, and they knew nothing more until
morning. But before that happened, there was a slightly creaking in the
hallway.
A
figure stole away quietly from his position on the other side of their door and
tiptoed into the darkness.