A Little Bit Spicy

Now, one might think that after such a long time of desire and want, Chimera might have pounded Dalila right through the mattress. This was not the case. The beast was surprisingly gentle with her, despite his own rough style. He had hurt her before and it had created a vast rift between them that had, in turn, created tension between himself and Siren. He wouldn't allow that to happen again. The two-toned behemoth had taken out his powerful lust on Aliana and, truthfully, he was feeling the strain in his muscles with each thrust. Had Dalila sought him out before he'd repeatedly filled Aliana, then it may have been a different story.

With his hips locked firmly against Dalila's rump and his eyes upon Aliana, Chimera saw every second of interaction between the two fae's. He watched curiously as the mottled woman reached out to the clouded former slave. The hesitation crossing Aliana's gorgeous face was exquisite, but she eventually gave in. He watched as their paws met first and their lips met second. A deep, rumbling chuckle left the man and he slowed, allowing them to have their moment together. There was no jealousy or disgust in the man. No... He was surprisingly proud of Aliana. Proud of her for taking him like a champ, despite her blatant hesitancy. Proud of her for giving in to her curiosity and bestowing affections on another woman. Proud of her for... everything. After all of this, he would have to show her how much she meant to him.

Once he and Dalila were finished, the exhausted brute sprawled on his side on the fur covered mattress. The mottled woman had been better than he remembered. Before she had been rigid and abrasive, but who could blame her? He'd been an inexperienced young man then. Now he knew what a woman needed in order to give him what he needed. Based on her moans and sighs and the reaction of her body to his attentions, this time had been much, much better for both of them.

A yawn pulled from the beast. He wanted nothing more than to take a well deserved rest, but that feral fear was still in him. The fear that his mates would sneak away and be taken by another wolf. That another man might plant his seed within them. He couldn't allow it and so he fought to stay awake. Whatever the women were doing to one another, he didn't care. They could continue to play for as long as they wished as long as they stayed in this room. One paw stretched out and gently stroked Aliana's silvered hip, seeking to give comfort and a bit of an apology. The time would soon come where he would have to tell her how he felt about her. Truly felt about her. He was both looking forward to it and dreading it.

With one forepaw stroking Aliana, one of Chimera's hind paws extended, the tops of his toes settling against Dalila's rump. She had come to him and she'd been a trooper about taking him and all of the power that he held in his hips. Whatever animosity they had towards one another, Chimera was willing to let it go. As long as she continued to come to him and for him. Gradually, Chimera's eyelids stayed closed longer and longer between blinks. He just needed a short rest. Touching both women, if either of them moved away from him, he would know and would wake immediately. If they stayed in place, then he could afford a short nap to refuel.

"Chimera Klein"