This one is surprisingly short. But I didn't feel the need to add anythikng else.
Disclaimer: The usual.
(Because every day is significant.)
August 13th: Alternate Universes
She felt him before she saw him, all around her.
Very little had meaning for Sora nowadays. Time had no consequence anymore; worries, hunger, friends and family, her sense of modesty… very little mattered to her anymore. The burning desire running through her veins mattered; the insatiable longing for his touch mattered.
He mattered; the Big Bad Wolf—Werewolf.
He stepped into the cave they currently inhabited, his presence washing over her, all-encompassing. Sora trembled, gasping for breath as her body tingled in anticipation; he smirked, all too pleased by her reaction.
As always.
His tail furled and unfurled around his hips as he moved closer, his muscles rippled with every step he took, making her heart skip beats along the way; she licked her lips. As he got closer, Sora walked backwards, until she fell onto the blankets on the ground, into a luxurious sprawl. And in the blink of an eye, he was upon her, pressing into her body.
"Sora…"
She shivered, both by the tone of his voice and his wandering hands; he liked to call her name, often, his deep baritone echoing within her being like a calling—addicted. She'd become addicted to him. She didn't know what to call him, but he didn't seem to mind as long a she was gasping out pleas of more because of him.
Sometimes, she remembered, vaguely, feeling fear. Of him. But that fear vanished so suddenly that Sora had to wonder if it was even real. Because now… now there was only the burning desire for him.
All of him.
Her lips parted, a moan escaped, and the blue-eyed Werewolf seized the opportunity to kiss her deeply as his fingers trailed over her abdomen and up, up, up, until his hand reached his goal, squeezing it. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, his other hand wandering down, down, down and leaving a trail of fire in its wake, effectively derailing her train of thought and allowing her only to just feel.
"Soon…"
The words, she heard them coming from far, far away. Her mind was already overwhelmed with feelings; his lips moving down her neck, his hands grasping her thighs, pushing them apart… Soon, the thought echoed within her fogged mind and then she gasped. The blonde-haired Werewolf settled between her legs and gave her a searing kiss that stole her very soul. He grabbed her hips and pressed forward.
Her world exploded.
.
The pace was maddening for her, if her whimpers and please said anything at all.
Perfect.
He did it on purpose and he did it all the time. And he wouldn't stop until this woman was his completely—yearning, welcoming, his—for eternity. His ear twitched, as did his tail when her hands started moving over him. From his shoulders to his neck and down his chest in such a light caress that set his body ablaze.
He grinned darkly.
The preparations to turn her were almost complete, and then she'd be like him—with him, forever.
Soon.
End.
Well. I dunno what to say? :P This has an explanation tho...
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