Prompt Fill included in this chapter: First time(virgin) sex. Lots of cum.
You've been warned. ENJOY!
Santana was in a fit of rage. The edges around her vision had long since blurred and she could feel the sharp nick of her extended canines in her mouth. Quinn had noticed her rage first and pulled her off into the Cheerio locker room that would be empty for the next few hours. Whenever Quinn lost her cool she would hide out in here so she'd figured it'd be safe for Santana to do the same.
Kurt was standing guard at the door the second Santana started to shift. It wouldn't do anyone any good if suddenly there was a very large wolf ripping through the school looking for its current object of rage and hostility. This wasn't the first time they'd had to keep Santana from going berserk. They'd been working on her rage and if it didn't involve Brittany she was fairly good at keeping her calm but as soon as Brittany was involved her inner wolf went on a rampage.
"I'm going to rip that Frankenteen to pieces. I'm going to rip off that dead squirrel off his sidekicks head too," Santana was growling and stretched, all the joints in her shoulders and back popped. It was a very clear sign that she was on the edge of losing what very little control she had.
"Santana, we can't attack Finn or Puck. Your one incident away from being expelled. I know you really don't care about this place but what happens if you get kicked out of school? We're sophomores, if you get kicked out your leaving Brittany for two more years. You need to keep calm so you can keep Brittany safe," Quinn was talking calmly trying to get Santana to at least breath through her nose.
"I can't stand by and let these puny humans mistreat my mate. It's my job; in my blood, to protect her. How can I be worthy of her if I can't even keep her safe from something like a facial slushy?" Santana slammed her fist into the lockers. The metal groaned and Santana sighed from the little relief of putting her fist through the girls locker.
Quinn's shoulders slumped and she huffed before looking up at the ceiling in disbelief, "How am I going to explain that to Couch Sue? Now she's going to do a drug test."
"Don't stress to much. Your blood will always come back clean," Santana rolled her eyes as she pulled her fist back, wincing at the deep cuts that resulted. She cracked her neck as the skin quickly knitted itself back together. Just one of the perks to being more than human, she guessed.
"Feel better?" Quinn asked, folding her arms over her chest.
Remembering what had set her off to begin with caused that anger to flicker to life again. "What can we do Quinn? I need to do something!"
"We'll figure it out but we'll be clever about it. Our parents would be pissed if you got kicked out of school," Quinn reasoned. She was right. Mrs. Fabray had been very clear in her house rules when they'd taken her in years ago. Mr. Fabray wasn't Quinn's father and that nugget of truth had come when Quinn had her first transformation. Unlike everyone in Santana's life they had sheltered Quinn and helped her keep her secret.
Then Santana had come along and everything with Quinn had changed. Santana knew in her blood she was an Alpha but she didn't force anyone to join her pack. She'd preferred running solo anyway but Quinn had insisted. Mr. Fabray had agreed to take in Santana, even had a place built for her over their extended garage that was separate from the house. All of that was under the condition that she do her best to fit in to society; go to school, stay out of trouble, and not hurt anyone. So far she only struggled with staying out of trouble mostly because she'd never really held back with her anger. She mostly didn't hurt anyone but that was from interference from Quinn and Kurt. Quinn was not about to have Santana kicked back out into the woods to fend for herself. One, Brittany would be heartbroken and two, Santana needed family. Having her get kicked out again would reverse all the work she'd put in since they were nine.
"I say we channel that anger of yours into something more constructive and leave those two for a later time. Their going to do something that is going to get them in trouble and then we won't have to worry about them anymore," Kurt said from the doorway.
"Their on the football team, their not going to get in trouble," Santana snapped back.
"Actually, have you met the new coach? Beastie is a hardball when it comes to the rules. Finn and Puck will cross the line and Coach Beastie will kick them off the team. Have faith in that," Kurt countered.
"Pssh, faith my ass," Santana rolled her eyes and flexed again. She was itching to jump out of her skin and go on a rampage. People needed to be reminded why they didn't mess with her girl.
"Coach Beastie is already enforcing the rule that anyone on the football team will be benched if caught bullying anyone in this school," Kurt cut in.
"Then she won't have a team. Meaning she's not going to do it," Santana was really tired of this argument. She should just order them to stand down and let her beat those two morons into a bloody pulp. She rid herself of that thought quickly. She had never wanted to be an Alpha and made a promise to herself that she would never abuse the Alpha's order. So instead of ordering them out of the way she'd just force her way through. Violently.
"Give it some time, Santana. Besides the bells about to ring and I want to met Blaine for lunch on time today," Kurt announced.
She checked the clock on the wall. They had just a few minutes till the bell rang and she wanted to walk Brittany to lunch/protect her from the two idiots. Quinn headed for the mirror and fixed her hair and uniform. She rolled her eyes at the Cheerio public appearance check list that Quinn followed religiously.
"Fine, lets go," She huffed and headed for the door. Kurt blocked her and Quinn was by her side in a second. They looked her over and knew she'd pass the test. Her skin wasn't buzzing anymore with the need to shift. Her vision had cleared so she knew her pupils were normal and her breathing was coming in steady breaths. She had full control over herself; mainly from getting out a little frustration with that locker door, and the thought of seeing Brittany in just a minute. If they got out of her way and now.
Quinn and Kurt shared a look then nodded. They walked out of the locker room and she followed. The bell would ring any second so they parted down different hallways; Kurt to get Blaine, Quinn to join the Cheerios for lunch, and her to get Brittany.
She reached Brittany's classroom right as the bell buzzed. She stood patiently as students filed out in a rush to socialize with all their friends. Many of them weren't surprised to see her waiting at the door. This was pretty much a daily occurrence but a few of the students tensed up in fear when they saw Santana standing there before they took off quickly. Then Brittany stepped out of the classroom, eyes cast down looking at some papers.
Santana joined her side instantly and took Brittany's hand in hers. "Hey B," She smiled. A feeling of calm washed through her when Brittany met her eyes and smiled widely.
"Guess what!" Brittany exclaimed before waving her papers in front of Santana. She caught the big red B+ as the pages waved in the air.
"You passed your test," Santana beamed with pride. Brittany's smile exploded and she pulled Santana into a happy dance right there in the middle of the hallway. Santana shot a glare to those that watched with snickers or shock. When they majority of them took off down the halls in fear she smirked. Brittany ignored everyone around her and pulled Santana into a tight hug.
"I can't believe I actually passed," Brittany muttered looking back down at her test papers.
"I knew you would. You're a genius Britt," Santana said with a wide smile of her own. Brittany was really smart but sometimes she'd get lost in the beauty of the world and share her thoughts on it and most of the time people just didn't understand that. So they made fun of her for seeing things they never would and it pissed Santana off. Just because they didn't understand didn't mean they could pick on someone so much better than them. They were all jealous and she was just proud...and overly protective.
"So what's my prize?" Brittany's smile turned into a seductive smirk. One look and her blood was boiling and the animal inside of her was trying to claw its way out. She looked down both sides of the hallway and hated how crowded it still was. Shouldn't everyone be in the lunch room by now? She clenched her teeth, biting back the possessive growl in her throat and grabbed Brittany's hand before pulling her down the hall and into one of the empty classrooms.
She kicked the door shut, flipped the lock and had Brittany tight in her arms within a few seconds. Brittany wrapped her arms over her shoulder and smiled down the few inches that separated them in height. "Someones feisty today," She joked.
She wasn't kidding. She was just in the first phase of her mating cycle. She knew she could normally hold on for a few days before she'd need to lock herself up but now she knew Brittany was ready, it was going to be so much harder to resist. Right now, she was not about to resist kissing her girl senseless.
She grabbed at Brittany's thighs and lifted, Brittany's long legs wrapping around her. Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped but Santana cut it off with a deep kiss. She took a few steps till Brittany was sitting on one of the desks but she kept Santana flushed against her with her legs wrapped tight around her waist. The heat pulsed between them and she tilted her head to open up Brittany's lips not wasting any time to taste the sweetness with her tongue.
Brittany moaned against her and everything inside her snapped with rapid fire attention. She gripped at Brittany's thighs wanting to claw off her ridiculously tight jeans. One of Brittany's hands traveled up into her hair and pulled at it, drawing in their kiss to a much deeper level.
Her hands traveled from Brittany's thighs to her perfectly round ass. She gripped and squeezed with one hand while the other traveled up and slipped beneath her shirt. Brittany's skin was on fire and muscles tensed under her exploration. Everything inside her snapped and she lost control, bucking into Brittany.
Heat pressed against her and she desperately wanted out of her own pants and in Brittany's. Brittany moaned again and met her as they thrust against each other. She pushed against Brittany and soon realized she was hovering over her as Brittany was laid out on the desk underneath them. She pulled back for air and to gain some clarity but before she could say that she was on the brink of losing control Brittany pulled her back down, biting on her bottom lip before soothing it with her tongue.
Since Brittany had told her she was ready for the next step in their relationship she'd been much bolder when they'd make out. Santana's level of frustration sky rocketed and she desperately wanted this mating cycle to pass so she could finally have Brittany without fear of breaking her. This was getting dangerously close to going much to far but when Brittany broke away and trailed her lips down to her throat she stopped thinking all together.
Brittany sucked, nipped, and nibbled at her pulse point and now she was grinding into her with quick trusts of her hips. Her jeans were tight against her, Brittany's heat pulsing through the material. Her nerves were coiled tight and she felt like snapping. She needed to hold onto something tightly but didn't want to leave bruises on Brittany's waist.
She gripped at the desk underneath them and dug her fingernails in after some rougher thrusts. Brittany was moaning and writhing beneath her. She felt her dick start twitching and her canines extend. She focused really hard on not leaning down and marking Brittany's neck in a fit of passion.
"Oh God, Santana," Brittany moaned burying her forehead in her neck and gripping tighter at her. White spots exploded behind her eyes and her hips moved in quick jerky thrusts, the desk scraping against the tile floor. The coil inside her snapped and she couldn't stop the moan that tore from the very pit of her as a hot stickiness filled her underwear.
She couldn't breath for a few seconds, lost in the amazing feeling that was pulsating through her body. She kept herself on her elbows, eyes clenched tightly closed for a few moments as she realized what just happened. She had just dry humped Brittany in a classroom during school hours. That was any boys fantasy that she just got to live out. Part of her was beyond satisfied to finally release some of that tension but her wolf wasn't satisfied. It knew that she hadn't come inside of its mate which was the point of the mating cycle.
She finally opened her eyes and saw the lazy smile that met her. She could only blink trying to still digest what they'd just done. The grip in her hair loosened as did the legs wrapped around her waist. "That was awesome," Brittany practically purred.
Her brows furrowed together, Brittany seemed really content. Wait, did she cum too? "Um, Britt did..." She really couldn't figure out how to word what she wanted to ask without making this embarrassing which it kind of already was. She'd totally cum in her pants after all.
"It was like rainbows exploded into fireworks behind my eyes," Brittany explained. That was as good an answer as any. They'd both dry humped each other till they'd both came. This was the first time they'd ever done that, not that she hadn't tried to a couple of times but Brittany had always stopped her before they'd even really started it. Making out had been difficult for awhile because she'd have to stop before it really began.
She tried to sit herself up noting that her fingers stung and her jeans clung to her awkwardly. Brittany didn't move at all. She got back on her feet, knees a bit shaky and went to help Brittany get up as well. Brittany's hair was mess and she only imagined how hers looked as well. Their shirts were bunched up and you could tell Brittany had a damp spot on the front of her jeans too. She smirked until she realized they were no where near her locker where she had spare clothes. It was required to keep at least three sets just in case she shifted and ripped all her clothes up.
"Just give me a second. I can't feel my legs," Brittany gushed, still smiling up at the ceiling. She chuckled, both parts of her pleased with that statement. She readjusted herself and ran her fingers through her hair, hissing at the sharp pain at the tips of her fingers.
She investigated and found splinters in the tips of each finger. She'd torn gauges in the desk during their hump fest. They desk was also a good five feet from where they'd started. Brittany sat up and noticed as Santana attempted to pull out the splinters. She reached out and took her hands in her own and helped.
Brittany's touch was gentle and stroked a fire beneath her skin. Her jeans became tighter and irritated her. Brittany finished with one hand and Santana immediately placed it on Brittany's waist, pulling them close again. Soft curves became flush against her and that fire and need stirred inside her again. She leaned forward not even remembering that Brittany was pulling out splinters and buried her face in the crook of her neck. She inhaled deeply ravishing the scent of satisfaction that poured from her skin. It was salty and thick of her scent. She reached out with her tongue, leaving a long lick at her pulse point before biting down softly. She had the sudden urge to tell Brittany to forget about the splinters and rip off her clothes and do the humping properly this time.
"San, what happened?" Brittany asked pulling her out of the hazy fog that was clouding her mind. She felt fingers brush against the newly sensitive skin on her left wrist.
She pulled back and blinked, trying to pull her focus on what Brittany was asking. She looked down as Brittany traced the marks again. The lines were lighter against her dark skin which would darken in a few days to where it wouldn't be noticeable at all.
"Babe?" Brittany asked trying to draw her back and answer.
"Put my fist through a locker earlier," Her voice was raspy, her throat scratchy. She could see Brittany shiver at the sound of her voice and then furrow her brows together in thought. She answered before Brittany could even ask, "I found out who slushied you the other day. It was either the locker or their faces."
"Please don't. You know I hate violence," Brittany whispered still gently stroking the mended flesh.
Her body shivered at the touches and it was becoming increasingly difficult to just not take her there against the floor. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply but that didn't help. The smell of them was heavy in the air and Brittany smelt so good.
"I just want to keep you safe," She muttered slowly losing the battle to keep her hands still.
"Then keep me safe by holding me in your arms. Nothing else matters but you and me," Brittany kissed her. Soft and quick and then she pulled back. She leaned forward following those amazing lips but Brittany just smiled and lifted her hands to Santana's shoulders. "We should but the desk back where it was and find some fresh clothes."
"But I like the smell of you like this," She whined and to make her point leaned forward and took another deep breath at her throat. "You smell like...mine." She pulled back grinning to a blushing Brittany.
"Still, I have gym next and you have History. We only have a few minutes till lunch is over," Brittany said and Santana let her hands drop to her side in defeat. Her stomach groaned and ended any thoughts of trying to persuade her to forget class and food and go for a less clothed round two. Brittany giggled and then laced their fingers together.
With one hand she pulled the desk back into place and then went to crack a window to help air out the room. Brittany stuck by her side till they reached their lockers and finally separated their hand lock. "See you after gym?" Brittany asked, her change of clothes rolled up in her hands.
Santana dug out her spare pair of jeans and smiled back at Britt, "Of course babe." Brittany's smile lit up the hallway and she placed a quick peck on her lips before taking off for the gym. Santana watched her go with a tight feeling in her gut. When Brittany left her sight she could feel her skin start to tremble and a wild swirl of emotions cloud her mind. Panic swelled and she needed Brittany to come back that instant. She started to move forward and stopped as that ball of panic in her gut exploded into pain. She crashed into the locker, knees nearly buckling as she struggled not to shift from the pain.
"Santana?" Quinn's voice was muffled despite her pack member suddenly being right beside her. "What's wrong?"
"Is she okay?" Kurt asked joining them. Quinn shook her head, still not knowing what was going on. Kurt took a deep breath as was his thinking ritual and cocked his head in confusion.
"She smells different. Like too much Brittany and too much wolf," Quinn stepped back looking at Kurt for answers.
"Oh dear," Kurt's eyes got wide and he stepped back. Santana was doubled over now, canines extended and pupils blown. "She's going into her mating cycle early."
"What? How?" Quinn asked. Santana was days ahead since they all went at the same time.
"You can't smell it? She and Brittany must have gotten a little to intimate during lunch," Kurt explained having been the only one so far to have experienced this.
"Wait, she and Brittany had sex? At school?" Quinn asked shocked looking down at Santana.
"Doesn't smell like it but they came close. Enough to jump start it at least. You need to get her locked up before she tracks down Brittany and does something she'll later regret," Kurt announced while looking down both sides of the hallway to see if anyone was witnessing this.
"Okay," Quinn said and pulled Santana to her feet. Kurt followed, keeping a look out till they were outside of the school. The bell rang shortly after they reached the tree line behind the school grounds. Quinn knelt down next to Santana and made sure their gazes locked, "We're going to lock down. Think you can focus enough to make it?"
Santana could barely nod. She was splitting apart at the seams and the only thought through her mind was to take Brittany. She couldn't hold back anymore and felt the tremor vibrate through her body and then she was running on four legs. She could focus enough to know she was running away from the school and not towards it. Quinn was hot on her heels.
She reached the entrance to their cave and never slowed down, not till she crashed into the wall inside her personal cage. Quinn shifted back and locked the door, securing the chains and adding a few extra since Santana was even more lost to the wolf. Santana shook her head, pawed at the ground and then all human thoughts escaped her. Quinn could see it happen behind her large brown eyes and then Santana was crashing against cage door trying to break free.
Quinn sat, curling her knees into her chest to keep warm. She would stay watch and make sure Santana didn't break out. She couldn't let Santana go and risk her hurting Brittany. Brittany would forgive her, in a heartbeat but Santana would never forgive herself.
A week since she'd seen Brittany but it had taken that long just for her to get back into her right frame of mind. She remembers bits of trying to gnaw her way through steel bars just so she could find Brittany. She'd never felt such desperation and lust and it had driven her literally crazy on one of those days. She'd been filled with rage because her mind had made up someone trying to hit on Brittany and she wasn't there to defend her right as her mate. That had been the worst day, she'd even believed the image in her mind to be real and Quinn was against her.
Now she was clear minded and was ready to make up her sudden disappearance to Brittany. She had candles lit, roses in vase on the dinner table, and a steak dinner for two keeping warm in the oven. Quinn was covering for her with the parents so they wouldn't come knocking every thirty minutes once Brittany got here.
She was pacing patiently for her mate to arrive and kept counting backwards to keep her nerves from fraying. She was borderline of breaking out in a tremor. She wanted this to be special because Brittany was special and deserved this to be completely magical. But she wasn't going to force it. If it didn't happen tonight that was okay too. She would be ready when the timing was ready. But she was still nervous.
A soft knock came at the door and she jumped not having heard a car door or footsteps. She growled at herself for being so lost in her head she'd lost track of her senses. She opened the door to her apartment over the extended garage. Brittany stood before her in a light blue sundress with her blonde hair falling in curls on her shoulders. She was breathtaking.
"Hey," Brittany whispered.
"Hi," She barely found her voice to whisper it back. She reached out and took Britt's hand in her own and pulled her inside. She kissed her softly relieved to finally have Brittany within kissing distance again.
"Hmm, What smells so good?" Brittany mumbled against her lips.
"Steak, fries and steamy rolls," She answered, kissing her again.
"Oh, I was going to say you," Brittany pulled back with a cheeky grin. Santana couldn't help the eye roll that followed. She pulled Brittany in further into the apartment leading her to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for her. Brittany sat down and pulled the flowers closer and took a deep breath. Santana laid out their dinners and made sure she gave Brittany the well done steak instead of her rare.
They ate and Brittany caught her up on what happened the previous week at school. She hated her mating cycles because her entire pack was on the same one. That left Brittany at school without her, Quinn and Kurt. Brittany promised nothing bad happened and that no one slushied her while she was absent.
"You won't be at school soon during those cycles anyway," Santana finished off her steak and looked up to Brittany's quizzical face.
"What? Why?" Brittany asked.
"Because you'll be with me," Santana smirked.
"I can't miss school!" Brittany exclaimed with surprise. Santana's jaw dropped. That wasn't good. She would literally go crazy if she couldn't be with her mate during the mating cycle. Her wolf would rip apart her sanity. "I'm kidding," Brittany reached over and took her hand, "I practically don't go to class anyway when your not there to make sure I go in."
She growled, her panic level lowering, "That wasn't funny B."
"I've never seen your jaw drop like that. It was funny to me," Brittany defended. Santana leaned back and folded her arms across her chest with a huff. Brittany stood from the table and walked around to where she was seated. She refused to acknowledge her for a second but couldn't ignore her when she straddled her on the chair.
Brittany wrapped her arms around her neck and leaned down to peck her lips but stopped when her ass collided with the table from Santana sitting so close. Santana unfolded her arms and gripped at Brittany's waist firmly before kicking out with one foot, sending the table sliding across the floor. "That was hot," Brittany whispered before leaning down and capturing her lips. They kissed softly with light pecks and massaging lips. Brittany pulled back and took a deep breath with her eyes closed. When she opened them again Santana could see how dark her blue eyes became.
A tremble started in her muscles but it wasn't from fighting back a shift. Surprisingly her inner wolf was very calm in this moment. "Is it time for dessert?" Brittany asked. Santana wasted no time in standing, Brittany's legs going to wrap around her waist.
She carried her over to her bed, glad for her open floor plan of her apartment so she didn't have to struggle with any doors while Brittany was kissing her again. She laid her down softly and laid between her legs. Brittany cupped both of her cheeks and smiled softly, "I love you Santana." She whispered.
She locked eyes with Brittany's and whispered it back to her. She leaned down and pulled Brittany's top lip between her own. Their soft kisses evolved into deeper kisses when she couldn't help but lick at Brittany's bottom lip. She opened up and took her tongue into, dueling with it as hands started to roam.
Brittany tugged at the bottom of her shirt and she leaned back enough for her to take it off. She shivered a bit at the cool air biting at her over heated skin. Brittany's eyes raked down her chest, fingers tracing the trail of her gaze. She traced from her collar bone, between her breast and against the dips of her abs before resting at the waistband of her pants.
Those long slender fingers left a trail of burning skin and she felt her cock twitch in anticipation as they came to rest at the top of her pants. Brittany's fingers trembled as she popped the button and pulled down the zipper.
She reached out and grasped at Brittany's hands before they started to tug off her pants, "Are you sure Britt? We can still wait," She looked into blue eyes and searched out the truth in her gaze.
"I'm ready to be with you a hundred percent. Make me yours," Brittany whispered. Santana released her grip and Brittany immediately started to pull her pants down her hips. She helped kicked them off along with her shoes and socks and then she was only in her bra and compression shorts. Brittany's hands trailed shakily over the exposed skin and her eyes rolled back at the sensation of soft hands touching her where no one else has before.
"These look painful. I didn't know you wore them," Brittany mentions, running her fingers at the edge of her increasingly tight shorts.
"People don't need any reasons to bully you more. If they knew I walked around with a dick and you still dated me, my intimidation factor alone wouldn't even stop them from thinking about attacking you with frozen deserts," She surprised herself by saying all that without anger in her voice for the idiots they went to school with.
"I don't care what they think. I only care about you," Brittany pulled at the shorts but Santana reached down and stopped her.
"Tonight's about you and us," She reached down and traced her fingers under the edge of her dress. Thighs flexed under her soft touch. She trailed her hands upward pulling the dress up with it. Brittany sat up enough for Santana to remove the dress completely. She took in a deep breath, mouth watering at the goddess that laid beneath her. Abs flexed as she laid back down, her sun kissed skin begging for her to ravish.
She leaned back down and pulled Brittany into a firm but hungry kiss. She kissed her till her she could feel her heartbeat in her lips, hands trailing over soft skin from her thighs, down her arms, from her collarbone to between her breasts and over her smooth abs.
Brittany took the next step and unclasped her bra. She pulled back shocked but Brittany stared up at her with heavy lids and a soft smile. Brittany tossed her bra across the room and then reached up, cupping both her breasts; one in each palm.
Her breathing came quicker as Brittany's thumbs brushed over her nipples and sent tiny ripples of pleasure down her spine. She closed her eyes and hummed at the sensation. The menstruations stopped and right before she opened her eyes one of her nipples was wrapped in a liquid heat and then a tongue flicked over it.
"Holy fuck," She trembled, arms shaking as she tried to keep herself propped up. She felt lips smile around her nipple before they nipped at it. The shaking in her arms doubled and she feared she might actually collapse on top of Brittany. Brittany released that nipple with a wet pop and repeated with her other one. Her breaths were quick and deep now, the tremble ripping down her back and her shorts so tight she was afraid she might be losing circulation at this point.
Brittany leaned back with another wet pop and smiled up at her with satisfaction. She couldn't help her growl and she leaned down and forced her tongue through Brittany's lips. They kissed till they couldn't breath and as she pulled back for air, Brittany nipped at her lower lip. Her stomach jolted and she knew she wouldn't last if they kept teasing each other. She wanted this to be special for Brittany and if she came to soon she figured that would put a damper to it.
She pulled back, determined to ravish every inch of Brittany's body till the world exploded for her again. She ran her hands down smooth abs, around her waist and up her spine. She popped Brittany's bra clasp and removed the hindering materiel.
She stared down at the beauty beneath her. Small breasts rising with every quick breath Brittany was gasping in. She placed a strong kiss on her lips before pulling back and trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck. She sucked and nipped at the skin there till Brittany was thrusting her hips up, head tossed to the side and moaning. She pulled back with a smirk, a hickey already forming. She trailed kisses down her collarbone and around one breast, up to the nipple and then around it before pulling it into her mouth and placing a open mouth kiss there.
She licked and nipped, dragged her teeth over it while her other hand squeezed and her thumb flicked over the nipple of her other breast. Brittany's moans were louder and longer, hands lost in her hair spurring her on. She pulled back for air, pleased to see both nipples gleaming from her saliva and peaked in the air. She blew against them softly and Brittany jutted her hips up violently into her own.
"Please," Brittany begged. Santana looked up at her confused. What did Brittany need? Brittany reached down and trailed her fingers over the band of her compression shorts once more. Ah! She shook her head no once she realized what Brittany was asking for. She wasn't done ravishing her body.
She leaned back down and kissed both breasts again then trailed her lips down. She kissed each of her abs, licked her way down the valley that separated them before trailing her fingertips against the edging of Brittany's underwear. She looked up seeking permission again and gets her answer when Brittany lifts her hips to help her. She pulls them down and stares at the soft curls of blonde hair. She's kneeling by the time she's removed her underwear completely and leans down, placing a trail of soft kisses up smooth legs till she's breathing in the most potent scent that is pure Brittany.
She places a tentative kiss into the curls above Brittany's folds and looks up. Brittany's eyes are fluttering, hands gripping at the tangled sheets. She can see the rapid breaths as her gaze fixates for a moment on Brittany's heaving breasts. She takes another deep breath and her mouth waters again.
She leans back down and kisses directly over her folds and hears Brittany gasp. She takes it a step further and swipes her tongue over the folds and her eyes roll back into her head at the sweet salty taste that clings to her tongue. This is her new favorite taste and she licks out again. Her third lick is a bit harder and slips between the folds till it runs over a bump at the top.
Brittany literally curls in on herself and one hand quickly gets lost in her hair and she grips it tightly. She licks again, firmer than her last lick. Brittany's torso falls back to the bed, her head tossed into the pillows, throat exposed and her back arching up. Her grip tightens so she licks again and again till the thighs beneath her palms are trembling and a slight layer of sweat is gleaming on Brittany's skin. She circles the nub with her tongue and travels down and Brittany's tights trap her head between them as a warm gush of liquid fills her mouth. She laps it up greedily and only stops when Brittany's hand falls from her hair and her legs collapse on the bed.
Brittany is panting heavily, a lazy smile on her face as she pulls herself up to hover over her once more. She licks her lips clean and relishes in the worlds greatest flavor drowning out her taste buds. She wants to go again but Brittany is now pulling her down for a deep kiss, moaning as their tongues duel and Brittany tastes herself for the first time.
"That was...I want you to taste you like that," Brittany whispers against her lips. She can feel herself twitch against the fabric of her shorts and groans at the pain. Brittany pulls back and studies her face. She tries to smile softly but Brittany must sense what her discomfort is. She reaches down and quickly pulls down her shorts till she can't reach anymore and finishes the removal with her feet.
She moans when her cock is freed from its prison but now she can feel it pulsing with want. Brittany's hands trail up her thighs before coming around the front of her hips. A finger traces down the length of her and it feels so amazing that she just can't hold herself up anymore. She buries her face into Brittany's neck as that finger turns into a loose grip at the base of her dick.
Brittany pumps once, then twice and hums, "I don't think I can wait. Please," Brittany is begging again and drawing Santana forward to meet hip to hip. She hisses at the warmth that trails over the head of her penis. She slides effortlessly over the folds and pants into Brittany's neck. She never imagined this would feel like heaven and she's not even inside her yet.
She pulls back from Brittany's neck and looks down, replacing Brittany's hand with her own and now she's guiding herself against Brittany's folds. She stops at her entrance and takes a deep breath. Brittany reaches up and cups her cheeks, pulling her into a deep kiss. She pushes forward, the tip just pushing through and then stopping as Brittany takes in a deep breath. When Brittany starts kissing her again she starts to push in a bit more, the tightness wrapping around her and pulling her in further. Its a smooth glide until she's stopped by some barrier.
"Keeping going, please," Brittany whispers against her lips and she pushes till she breaks past, a rush of liquid wrapping around her. Brittany bites on Santana's bottom lip and cries out. She stops all movement and waits. Its a long few seconds as Santana places small gentle kisses across Brittany's cheeks, throat, forehead and on her lips.
Brittany thrusts her hips and pulls Santana back into a deep kiss. She keeps trusting in till she is all the way in, the tip of her cock bumping against something. Brittany's back arches, arms wrapping around her shoulders. "Just go slow," She whispers up into Santana's ear and a whimper escapes her. She pulls out slowly, clenching her eyes at the tightness that surrounds her.
She goes slowly, making note of every breath and gasp that Brittany makes beneath her. Palms grip at her shoulder blades and pulls her down, sucking in her bottom lip in another kiss. Legs wrap around her and pull her in tighter hindering how far she can pull out.
Both of their breaths come in shaky gasps and she shifts on her elbows to kiss her deeper. A moan fills the near silence and something snaps inside of her. The need to make Brittany hers. She struggles for a bit needing to keep control but she loses against that fight as she thrusts just a little bit faster with more strength.
Brittany doesn't gasp out in pain but moans again and it spurs her on. She can feel those thighs flexing against her and she trusts deeper and faster, feeling the burn between her shoulder blades. Brittany tosses her head back, nails now digging into her shoulders. She nips at her neck, licks and sucks at the skin there letting all of her senses drown in everything that is Brittany.
She can feel that coil in the pit of her stomach again and knows that she's close. She can feel the need inside her build to make Brittany her's and she puts more strength in her hips. The tip of her cock keeps hitting against the barrier inside her and she realizes that she's filled Brittany completely and it fills her with pride as she pounds into it without being rough.
Brittany begins to shake beneath her, barely able to catch her breath. Her back arches, head tossed back, a long deep moan ripping from her throat. Her walls spasms around Santana's cock and that coil snaps inside of her and then she's jerking, filling Brittany with long hot spurts of her cum. She keeps pumping long after Brittany has gone still beneath her till she stops coming inside her and falls limp in Brittany's embrace.
They both breath deeply with Santana still buried to the hilt inside of her. She's never felt so complete, like this is where she has always meant to be. They don't move for long minutes till until Santana finally pulls free and rolls over to her side.
"That feels weird," Brittany mutters. Santana forces herself to her elbows and looks back at Brittany lying beside her. "I can feel it." Santana is utterly confused until Brittany waves her hands down towards her vagina. Curious Santana takes a peek and finds that she's cum so much inside of Brittany that her cum is dripping out from between her folds. She smirks, proud of herself and the wolf inside her shivers in satisfaction.
"That is really hot," She mutters, already feeling herself stir again.
"I'm so numb," Brittany mutters again, still unable to move. Santana comes to lay beside her and pulls Brittany into her arms and they cuddle face to face.
"Are you okay?" She whispers. Brittany just hums and nods. She watches as that lazy smile returns to her lovers lips. "I love you."
"I love you," Brittany whispers. It doesn't take long till Brittany is fast asleep and Santana soon joins her.
Authors note:
How did I do? (Considering this was my first real attempt to write this for other people to read)
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