My Gratitude

Once she gave him her answer and her agreement that she would stay, he shifted and stood to stand over her. There was some small voice in her instinctual response that wanted her to be frightened by the way that his massive form stood over hers, dwarfing her in a way that only proved his strength over hers, but when she looked up at his face and the desire in his two-toned gaze she didn't feel anything like that. It was such a different feeling from the first time that he took her against her wishes. Now she could only feel a desire of her own and a belief that she could fully trust this man that she gave herself to. He confirmed her statement in a quiet growl, stating that she was in fact his, but surprised her as he held one of her paws with his own and brought it to his lips to give it a soft kiss before placing it over his heart. She blinked with a bit of surprise when he told her that he was hers as well, but a smile tugged at her lips all the same. It was still difficult to believe that she could lay any kind fo claim like that over him when there were wolves like Aliana and Siren who already had such a claim, but she didn't see anything in his expression or hear anything in his words that would make her think that he wasn't telling the truth. She was his queen now and even though it would take her some time to fully adjust to that concept she did enjoy the feeling that came with a man like Chimera saying that they belonged to each other.

There was no resistance from her as his strong paws shifted and moved her onto her belly, a bit of nerves fluttering and flaring in her stomach as he kept her chest to the sand and pulled her hips up into the air. She couldn't see him and perhaps that was part of the reason why she was more nervous this time around since she didn't know what to expect, but when he started to nibble and kiss his way down her back, following her spine, the sparks of electricity that he ignited across her skin and the fire that started to roar in her core again chased it away. She trembled lightly under him with desire, her toes flexing through the sand while he shifted to have his body over hers. She felt his hips against hers again and she whined quietly with need and anticipation. She bit her lip as his tongue graced her ear and when he spoke she nodded slightly in understanding. Again that anxiousness and nervousness over what he might mean by being 'rougher' with her crept in, but she held tightly to the feelings of need and lust instead while he shifted against her. She trusted him completely and knew that if worse came to worse and she needed him to stop he would, but until she experienced it for herself it was hard to separate it from the memories of their first time together.

It was only once she felt his teeth holding and not biting into her scruff that she felt like she could fully relax into what he was doing. He was indeed rougher with her, but nothing frightened or worried her. She could feel his strength, feel his dominance over her, but it wasn't too much. Even in the moments when there was moments of pain or discomfort the pleasure far outweighed them and she was lost into this sea of wild pleasure like she had never experienced before. At some point she lost any sense of control over her reactions as he claimed her again and again, losing all sense of time as the evening passed them by in the heat of passion. All she could make sense of for a while was the feeling of his body on hers and her desire for this man that was revealing parts of herself she didn't know existed. She pressed back into him in time with his movements, gripped at sand that only passed through her paws in her desperate attempts to hold on to anything as he rocked her, and cried out each time he brought her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure.

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"Dalila Vista Rocha"