Oh my god! Oh my god! This was happening! Oh my god! This was really happening ! Sara's mind kept repeating those words as she lay on her back on the softest furs she had ever felt (her skin was overly sensitive). Her legs were spread and Wolf stood between them at the end of the bed.
Those intense amber eyes were completely fixated on her. He was purring like some great cat, his mandibles spread, she barely noticed the broken tusk. Her heart had lurched when he had asked for her to spread her legs. It hadn't been a command, despite their obvious size difference.
He dropped to his knees on the floor and his large hands reached forward and grabbed her ankles. Wolf broke eye contact with her to look down at what he was doing. She swallowed and was unable to stop the tremors in her body as his rough palms moved up her legs.
It was torturously slow as he touched her calves, her knees, her thighs. Her breath caught when one of his claws touched her bikini line. His eyes were focused on her vagina now. Her face turned a darker red, but she kept looking at him like he had asked. This was unbelievably erotic.
A large finger rubbed at her mons, petting her pubic hair gently, swiping back and forth. She noticed as he did the movement his eyes snapped up to her face, he was watching for something. Then it occurred to her that when he had brought her to the edge earlier, he might not have realized what it was that had caused it. Maybe the females of his species did not have a clitoris.
A little gasp of mortification escaped her mouth at what she was going to do, but it was all in the name of discovery. He would perhaps return the favour and show her what was good for him. Her hand snaked down her body, over his large finger, to her slit. She closed her eyes and with her thumb and fingers spread the lips of her vulva. She would never be able to do this with a human man…
"T-this," her voice hitched as her index circled her pearl very slowly, "is what you're looking for…" she opened her eyes to glance down at him. Her embarrassment hit a new high as his eyes focused on her hand and then at her face as his larger palm replaced her own and his purr turned into a growl.
Her breath was coming in short little bursts as the pad of his finger circled the nub like she had done so, but slower. She squeaked when he applied a little more pressure and did it again. "Yes," she nodded, "like that… ow!" she almost sat up as he pushed a little too hard, "Not too hard…" she swallowed as he yanked his hand away as though burnt. He chirped at her, his head tilting before he nodded.
He was deliberate as he returned his hand to her body and spread her lips again. She tensed as he lowered his head and placed his throat against her core (what was he doing?). She frowned and then he purred again, loud ( oh fuck yes !). Her thighs came up off the bed and tried to close on his head while her hands reached for him blindly. Her back arched, her eyes closed and she keened. Holy Mother of God!
She'd never had such a quick orgasm in her life. He straightened and his mandibles spread wide, the broken one lifted and he gave her the equivalent of a lopsided, smug smile. Her eyes widened and she stared at him in surprise. He stared back, his scent enfolding her like a warm, fuzzy blanket.
She was unsure what he was waiting for, and then he crawled onto the bed deliberately, his big body hovering over hers before he scooted off to the side, stretching his length out next to her. Her eyes had followed him and she blushed as he rested on his back, the position almost identical to her drawing. Correction, identical to her drawing, his hand was at the base of his dick now, and he was staring at her intently, his mandibles parted. His penis was so much larger than she had drawn… and he didn't have testicles.
Sara licked her lips and reached out towards him with her hand. She paused in midair, her eyes flicked to his face. He tilted his head and nodded. She made a point of putting her hand on his chest and the other on the arm holding his cock. Her fingers grazed at his abdomen gently and he shook his head at her.
"Harder," he growled, his eyes steady on her, the right mandible clicking, "Hide thick."
She blushed and nodded, applying more pressure to his skin, adding her nails to the equation. His purr rumbled which embolden her. She got to her knees, a little wobbly at first (utterly his fault), and knelt beside him, sinking into the furs. He hadn't moved from his position, his eyes had not blinked while he'd stared at her. It was absolutely thrilling to know that she was the complete focus of his full attention. A shiver tickled down her spine as her hand traveled to where his- her scientific mind reared its ugly head( really ?! Now ?!). He doesn't have a navel. Could that mean he was born from an egg…?
The smell of a hot jungle night in the Amazon overcame her and her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head. His purr sang to her blood, and she swayed a little towards him. He was a vibrating statue. A true predator, lying in wait for prey to come to him, giving off that false sense of security. A more apt analogy than she could even comprehend.
Her fingers hesitated as she glanced from him to his dick. He was purring loudly and he raised his head when she touched the tip of his cock with her finger. Unlike the rest of him which was covered in small scales, his penis felt more like skin. She wrapped her hand around the shaft very gently keeping her eyes on Wolf's. He was hypnotizing her with his intense, beady stare.
He broke eye contact first, but it was not because he blinked. They had suddenly snapped downward towards her ass, his purr deepened and she realized that she had been right. He could smell when she was turned on. She had just started leaking when he had looked away. For some reason him knowing that smell of hers made it more personal, primal even.
That was when his other hand grabbed her butt and squeezed. She gasped and almost dropped to her hands and knees. She kept her balance though, until his hand moved from her ass to her vagina from behind. She squeaked as his index made a beeline for her clitoris, mindful of his claws as the rough pad of his finger rubbed small circles, just this side of rough.
She fell over him, his penis pressing into her chest. His purr deepened and he finally sat up, his legs crossing. His fingers left her body to grab her waist. He was gentle as he picked her up and brought her to his lap. Wolf placed her sitting facing him, her legs on either side if his wide waist and his dick in between them. Her arms had come around his neck while he'd lowered his head to rub his brow against hers.
He clicked at her and she reached down between their bodies to touch his dick. He was thick, thicker than she had ever taken, and long… Christ, was this even possible? A shiver of trepidation crawled down her spine. This was going to hurt no matter what they did. She laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, he had been understanding up to this point… maybe he would understand this too? "You need to stretch me…" she whispered mortified, hiding her face in his chest.
Sara was praying he wouldn't need her to explain that it was because he was too big and she had an abnormal (try abysmal) sex life. It wasn't that she didn't get laid… she'd just been using a vibrator, rather than a man, for the last few years.
His big arms moved up and down her back before he moved her again so that she was on her back on the bed again. Her was over her now, on his knees, fisted hands on either side of her head. His huge body hovering over hers, his dreads falling around his crest on either side of his head. He looked down her body in a way that caused her to break out into goosebumps.
Wolf reared up and she gasped when he spread her legs wide. He was purring again as he stared down at her vagina. He was surprisingly gentle as he reached down and touched a finger at the entrance of her core. She tensed when he pushed inside with calculated slowness, somehow his claws not hurting her.
"Wolf…" she moaned his name as her desire coated his finger so much, he pushed a second one in. His purr was now an outright growl, and it was almost deafening. She didn't care, she didn't want him to stop what he was doing.
His fingers scissored inside and she clenched her teeth. It had been so long since she had been with anyone that she felt full already with just his digits (her vibrator was probably smaller). Her heart was battling to come out of her chest when his fingers pulled out and he leaned over her. One hand fisted near her head again and the other reached down between their bodies and grabbed his penis.
She gasped as he rubbed his slippery length against her slit, pushing himself against her clitoris, stimulating her more. Their liquids merged and she moaned as the tip of his dick circled her entrance a couple times before he returned to rubbing her pleasure nub with his length.
Their eyes met and held. He purred at her and she nodded at him.
"I'm r-ready…" she stammered, as he circled her entrance again.
This was it.