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Evies' Birthday Sex: Goes after Chapter (The Mark of the Wolf)

Evies' Birthday Sex

"Oh, honey. If you weren't going to get some before, you definately will be now!"
She pulled him towards the bedroom, Warren smiled, but stopped.
"Evie, wait. You know I love sex with you. I mean - damn! I've never had better. But I want to make sure you know that's not why I do things like this. I do it because I want to show you how much you mean to me."
She stepped beside him, and kissed him lightly. "I know. So, what should we do tonight?"
"It's your day, my love; that is completely up to you. Whatever you want."

Evie pulled Warren into the bedroom, closing the door behind them.
She stood by the bed, and unzipped her dress, running her fingers by the neck of the dress, and letting it fall to the floor; the purple silky fabric reflected the light and shone as it fluttered to the ground.
"You're so hot." Warren nearly panted.
She giggled, and seductively motioned for him to come over, sitting him on the bed.
'Whatever happens, I have to make this extra - special for her. I have to figure something out.'
Warren took her waist and pulled her onto her lap, taking her into a deep kiss. She moaned to him and held his head to hers, keeping him in as deep a kiss as she could. Warren moved his hands down to her shoulders, and his thumb caught in her bra strap. He quickly freed himself and held her back tight in his arms, pulling her close to his chest.
She moved one of her hands to his chest, placing it over his heart. He took the chance to pull from the kiss.
Evie, her eyes closed, moved to find him again, but he pulled his face beside hers and whispered. "I am fully in your desires. Whatever you want, we'll do; I am completely under your power. Do what you will."

She almost collapsed into him right then and there. She knew he would always go along with whatever ideas she had, stating she was always in control, but he certainly had a way with words that caused her to want to jump him that very moment.
'Perhaps he had more control than he'd admit.'

"I think I'd like to Dominate you." She said quietly.
"There's no reason to be shy, my love. I told you; whatever you want we'll do." he held her chin, and turned her face to meet his, Warrens' dark golden eyes burned into hers'.
She never could look deep into his eyes for long; they had an amazing ability that turned her into a slut.
She stared into his eyes, "Alright. Let's do it."
He smiled, releasing his grip and allowing her to stand.
They both took a deep breath, confirmed the safe word - 'Grimm' - and began their game.

Evie stood above Warren, who remained seated on the bed - it was one of the few ways she stood taller than him - and spoke.
"Since I already have my dress off, and it was not removed by you, you'll have to work harder."
"Yes, ma'am. I understand." He lowered his eyes, and bunched his shoulders.
Evie pulled his chin up, "You can start by removing my undergarments." She raised an eyebrow at Warrens' own wording. She stifled a giggle at his phrase 'knickers'.
He obliged, attempting to stand, but Evie pushed him back down.
"I did not say for you to stand. You can reach from there. You will learn obedience."
"Yes, my Lady. I apologize for my brash behavior."
She was not wrong; he easily reached up and behind her back, grasping the clasp and releasing her breasts.

He moved his hands lower and pulled her panties down. They were black, with a little lace around the edges.
They fell to the floor, and Warren chanced a look into her eyes, keeping his head tilted down, and only glancing his eyes upward.
"Did I do good, my Lady?"
'Oh, god! He has the sweetest kicked-puppy eyes! How am I supposed to do this if he keeps looking at me that way?!'
"Hrmh. I suppose." She stated, trying to pry her eyes from his.
"Now I want you to lick me out. Make me come and if you are good, I'll reward you."
Warren lowered his head, making sure to keep his eyes locked into hers. "Yes, my Lady."
He moved closer to her opening, finally breaking her gaze, and took long, leisurely licks around her folds.
When he touched her pearl, he felt her hands on his head, kneading his hair.
He ran his tongue ever further into Evie, gently licking roughly on her clit and her hands gripped his hair.
He marveled at her taste; she was as she smelled; flowery yet strong. Like drinking a strong tea.
Evie.

He opened his eyes. Warren moved his hands up, and rubbed around her opening, allowing him to reach even further into her.
Evie grabbed his hair, and roughly pulled his face deeper into her. Warren smirked into her opening, and continued taking even further licks into her, licking her pearl roughly.
He entered a finger into her, and felt her instantly tighten around him. Seizing the opportunity, he roughly toyed with her clit with his tongue while rubbing his finger in and out of her.
Finally it was too much, and she came, gasping.
"Would you like me to clean my Lady?" It was barely a question; he was going to do it, but the rules of the game were he was submissive.
"You had better! What would people think if they caught me like this? It is your duty to make sure I am presentable."
"Of course, my Lady, it is an honor."
Warren barely finished the sentence before he lapped around her opening. They both moaned, before Evie caught it. She roughly pulled his hair back moving his face away with it.
"What have I told you?"
"I'm sorry, My Lady; I couldn't help it. It is the greatest honor to clean you; I got excited."
She released his hair, and let him continue.
When she was satisfied she was clean enough -Warren would continue to lick her if she didn't stop him - she shoved him away playfully.
"That was exemplary. You know how to keep your lady decent."
She saw he was holding himself, and 'tsk'-ed at him.
"I suppose since you did such a good job, I'll have to reward you now. "

Evie stared into his eyes, attempting as dominant a look as she could. "Woge."
His golden eyes flashed, "My Lady?"
"You heard me; Woge. I want to watch you."
He bowed his head further. "Yes, my lady."
He obeyed her, Woging from his human form into the Blutbad.
Warren glanced up at her, and noticed she didn't. "M-my Lady? Were you not going to Woge as well?" He asked in his deep, Woge-induced altered voice.
"No. Right now I want you to pleasure me like this."
"As you wish, my Lady."
"I will allow you to handle yourself, but you may only come once. You can only do this so you make me come again."
He nodded, and ran his fingers into her again, this time two at once, and he caught her before she fell backwards. He sat her down on the bed, and continued playing with her.
One hand was playing with her clit, and the other was stroking himself.

Evie tried to keep her eyes on him, but every so often she would involuntarily buck, and her gaze would break.
Finally she managed to take in the sight before her; her Alpha Blutbad male was intently focused on her, his full-Woge image burned into her mind. A Dominant Alpha was submitting wholly to her. That rough, silver fur partially covered his body, leaving only the white patch on his chest to stand out. He was very careful with his claws, and actually used them; gently running them over her pearl.
His blood-red irises - those eyes! - shone brighter against the black rings in his pupils; they studied every inch of her.
There was a slight tear in his right ear, she noticed. Warren caught her watching him. "Am I not pleasing you, my Lady?"
His voice snapped her out of her trance. "You are doing well. So well, I'll reward you further."
She took a hold of his hand that held himself, and allowed him to play with her breasts.
"Thank you, My Lady."
He focused again on what he was doing; and Evie gasped, stifling her urge to moan his name. That would happen later; she knew him. He would make sure of that.
She arched again, and came, shuddering.

Evie looked up after a change in his position allowed a better reach of her dripping opening.
Once more, he cleaned her, making sure every drop was removed.
When he had finished, he asked. "Is my Lady satisfied?"
She noticed he was holding his body almost against the bed.
He was trying to push his body weight to his cock against the bed.
'This Blutbad would kill himself trying to please me. He needs release as much as I do.'

"You are doing very well. I'll allow you to enter me." She saw his eyes light up.
"But first you must do one more thing for me."
"Yes, my Lady! Anything!"
She motioned for him to stand, and he did, Evie taking hold of his -very- hard rod, and pulling him close.
"You are not to touch yourself unless I say to. Understand?"
"Y-yes, my Lady." It was getting harder for him to focus.
She pumped his cock in her hands.
He had to hold on to her shoulders to keep himself standing.
She alternated between gently running her fingers up and down his manhood from the tip to the root, and pumping the length.
Warren held tighter to her shoulders, and she saw the muscles in his body tense.
"Do you want to come?"
"Y-yes, please! Please, my Lady!" His breathing was erratic.
"Then call my name."
He could barely take a breath. "Evalyn! Evalyn! Oh, god! Evie!" He screamed her name to the ceiling in that altered voice as he released his seed over her.
Evie held tight to his cock and squeezed. "Only I get to make you do that."
Still trying to breathe, Warren looked down at his wonderful Mate and smiled. "Of course, my Lady. Only you."
He resisted the urge to take her in a passionate kiss. He would do that later, right now, there was a game to finish.

She smiled back, allowing a break in character. "Now then, you may enter me." Warren almost lept onto her, but she batted him away.
"Bad boy! I didn't say like this." She pulled him down on the bed so she sat on top of him.
"Now be good, or I'll stop this. You don't want that, do you?"
"No! Of course not, my Lady! I'm sorry; not every male gets to pleasure you like this."
"Yes, your loyalty and skills have made you the best servant I've ever had."
"I live only to please you, my Lady."
They both felt their hearts flutter. Even in their games they constantly spouted their romantic speeches.

Evie squatted over his rigid manhood, and Warren held his hands up -palms up - to steady her as she lowered herself onto him. She gasped as she readjusted to his girth, and quickly started bouncing.
Now steady on her own, Warren moved one hand to her hips, and rubbed her clit with the other.
It shocked Evie, and she threw her head back moaning.
'Oh god! Warren! Harder!' What shocked her more, was she seemed unable to vocalize her thoughts. She was by no means quiet in bed and the silence startled her.
Warren sensed the same thing, and watched her carefully, holding her still.
"You ok, love?" He asked breaking character. "Want me to stop?"
She furiously shook her head 'no'. Instead, she focused on bouncing again, harder this time.
Warren took a risk and leaned forward, and licked her breast.
"Ohhh! Warren! YES!"
'There we go.' How was he able to understand her the way he does?
She was able to pick up her thoughts. "That feels so good! I don't want you to stop! NNgh! That's what the safe word is for. Ahh! Keep doing that!"
He nodded, allowed her to move freely, and went back to pumping his hips up while rubbing her pearl roughly.

'This male! Warren. How could he reach this part of me? I've never been so satisfied with any other before. Or come this hard before! He knows exactly what I need to get off. And he puts my release before his own. It's not like I don't know he needs it as well. He fires me up better than I could have ever imagined. This male, a Dominant Alpha bows to me. I've never seen him submit to any other. 'Only you.' He wasn't only speaking about sex; he loves only me."

He felt her get tight around his hard rod, and she reached down and roughly held his hand pressed on her clit, rubbing slow, but hard.
"OHhhh! I -I can't - " She started rubbing harder against him.
She tried to loop her legs around his waist to pull him as deep as he could possibly be into her, but he was laying on his back, and she couldn't get under him.

Realizing what she wanted, he arched his back, and allowed her to lock her legs behind him.
"Hold on, my love. Don't come just yet."
She looked at him. "Wh- what?"

He merely smiled, holding her so she was no longer sitting on top of him and thrusted his hips forcefully upwards into her, Evie still holding his clawed hand on her pearl, pushing against it.
"AHH! Warren!" She bucked against him. "Harder! HARDER! Oh, god! Yes!"
The hand behind Evies' back, clawed at her soft skin, leaving slight marks as he curled his fingers.
She was very tight, almost keeping his cock in a vice. She, in turn, felt his muscles start to tense.
"Evie, let's come together." He panted heavily.
"No, not yet." It was her turn to keep him waiting, though it wouldn't be for long.
He looked into her eyes, and Evie Woged, keeping him inside her.
The change took mere moments, but Warren could have sworn it was in slow-motion. He loved seeing her Woge; it was so graceful, so smooth. Not like his own, witch was more rough, sharp.
She leaned forward and leaned her temple on his, closing her eyes, and purring, holding his leather band in her free hand. Warren returned the motion, making the Blutbad equivalent of a purr. It was much deeper, and to almost any other Wesen would appear to be a growl.
Evie knew better; Blutbadden were not known to purr, but could.

An unspoken bond between them passed, and they both climaxed, each screaming the others' name.

They both panted heavily as they came down from the rush. As Evie pried her face away from her beloved, Warren took her in a kiss, bringing the hand on her back up behind her shoulders, then to the back of her head. Evie returned the motion and the hand that held the collar moved behind Warrens' head.
They stayed that way for what felt like a lifetime, finally having to part for air, each forgetting to breathe, focusing instead on the other.

Evie panted. She got her birthday wish, well, one of them, anyway: a good, hard fucking by Warren.

She slowly pulled off of him, grabbing his dripping rod, and licking their love off it, causing Warren to arch his back and grasp the sheets below him.
"Still sensitive, huh?"
She cleaned him until it was spotless, and knowing what he was going to ask, turned so her dripping opening was facing him, and Warren greedily lapped her up.
She moaned.
"I'm not the only one." He smiled back.
He would do his job; he would keep her immaculately clean. When he finished cleaning her opening, he ran his tongue up and over her breasts where he came on her earlier. There was nothing left by the time he had finished.

They snuggled close to each other.
Warren thinking how different they were, yet that there was no one able to come close to her perfection. He was a Blutbad, she was a Fuchsbau, and yet they were drawn together. As different as they may be, species - wise, they shared a soul.

Evie, in turn, thought about how this was the best birthday ever. Not only the wonderful sex she just had with her beloved Blutbad Mate, but simply having someone care for her so. These past few years with him didn't feel real; as if she were living in a dream.

"So, was I satisfactory for my mistress?"
She held him closer. "Warren, no one can come close." She ran her fingers over the white patch.

They both shortly fell in to a restful sleep, still in each others' arms.

I wanted to make this VERY clear; Warren DOSEN'T only do things for Evie just to get sex. He enjoys it; but it's not the only reason!

Needless to say I don't own the original Grimmsters.
Only these two lovers.