Fills: Against the door sex, riding on the couch sex, squirting, lots of cum, multiple orgasms.
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Two weeks passed and everyday getting to spend it with Brittany made her so happy to be alive. In a world of billions of people she managed to stumble out of the woods and find the one soul that was meant for her. Despite being a wolf and magical herself, Brittany made her believe in magic. How just one smile from perfect pink lips could make the sun rise in the middle of the night or warm her from head to toe or how she could feel like flying every time Brittany told her she loved her. She was able to find this even before she knew what it was like to be human.
Over the past two weeks she put all that amazing magic and love into her touches and kisses with Brittany. Brittany choose her, wanted to be marked by her. That was commitment for eternity and they were only 16. She had lifetimes of moments to get to look forward to and she didn't want to wish away any of that time. So she did her best to cherish everything, including all the crazy ass drama that happened at school.
The majority of this drama occurred within the Glee club. She questioned herself every time she had to walk into that choir room and put up with all the geeks and drama queens. But then she'd hear the crack of a whip in her head and know it was because of Brittany and she'd smile softly and take her girlfriends hand in hers and sit through the drama with smirks, mostly snide or insulting comments, and little patience.
This set of drama was no different. Trying to make peace with all the kids they slushied so they could get back on the football team found Finn and Puck joining the club. Mike and Sam had already joined weeks ago because of their women. Tina had been an original member of the club so Mike finally caved and joined the group where as Sugar funded them so long as they let her sway in the back and Sam joined to impress her with his boyish good looks and sex dance moves. Now the glee club had more members than Mr. Shcue knew what to do with.
She glared at Finn and Puck every time they drew her attention. She was on high alert as far as she was concerned. She didn't think this was just to get back on the football. She believed they wanted revenge for getting kicked off the team. So every practice she made sure to keep Brittany far away from them. It was hard during dance numbers since Brittany and Mike led the group, it meant that Brittany occasionally had to help Finn with his lame ass troll moves. She didn't like any of it and mentally kept herself prepared to jump to her girls defenses.
After the new additions shit hit the fan, so to speak. Rachel professed she was madly in love with Finn who didn't even know she went to their school so she spent all week playing up her title as Glee Club Captain and singing very obvious songs to him. It really made her want to pull her off her ears and find a hole to crawl into and die, that or pull Brittany into a empty classroom and make her forget they even had Glee club practice. After the third time Brittany caught on to what she was doing so now she got rewarded for making it through the entire practice and a bonus if she didn't make Rachel cry (It was the hardest thing she's ever had to do. Including not taking Brittany in the hallway after lunch when she bent over and her skirt gave her a private show).
Then there was Puck and Sam's pissing contest over who had rights to even serenade Sugar. How Puck got interested in Sugar, she couldn't figure out. There was really nothing special about that overly rich tone deaf Tyra wanna be. Be as that may it didn't stop Sam or Puck from whipping them out and measuring them. Not that they actually did in front of the group but it did get pretty heated with fist flying and spittle everywhere. That was one time she tossed Brittany over her shoulder and removed them from the room. No way was she keeping Brittany in that hostile environment that could lead to them getting targeted. Sure she was paranoid but she was tired of Brittany getting slushied and not being able to do anything about it. It sucked being on Figgin's short list to expulsion.
When the boys weren't fighting and Rachel wasn't singing then Tina was picking fights with Mike. Mostly about where he'd been lately and who he'd been hanging with. Tina was really jealous of all the extra cheerio attention the past two weeks but Mike shrugged it off and said that he was just friends with them and for her not to worry. Then Tina would cry and it was really losing its effect cause she really just cried over anything, like the fact that Finn shooed Rachel away even after professing her undying love to him. According to Tina that was epic fairy tale love stuff and no one got that experience. Um hello? She and Britt are an amazing fairy tale love story. Like Beauty and the Beast. No one seemed to notice that really she and Britt's was the only successful non dramatic relationship aside from Kurt and Blaine out of the entire group. Why didn't that get any ooo's and ahhhs? What, cause they were gay? It really pissed her off sometimes when all she wanted to do was sing Britt a awesome love song but she didn't think the group would even give her time to do it.
That was all in week one. Week two she was more focused on pressing matters like the fact that Brittany really didn't feel well. She was attentive to every need that came up. Brittany was crabby, cranky, and crampy: wait was that even a word? Either way, Brittany was all those things and Santana did everything she could to make it better. She massaged out the soreness in her lower back, gave a foot rub after school, carried all of her books for her, and when they cuddled she made sure to press warm hands against her lower abdomen to help relieve some of the cramps.
Only the first few days of that week were that way but she found that she loved doing all those things so even when Brittany felt like her normal self again and not some evil alien possessed creature, she continued doing those things for Brittany. It was now routine for her to rub out the knots in Brittany's shoulders or lower back while they were watching TV. It had become something that Santana didn't even realize she was doing as they cuddled or just relaxed on her couch and you wouldn't hear any complaints from Brittany either.
Despite the outside drama and the attack of mother nature their time together was still filled with sexy moments. When Brittany was able to stay the night without risk of getting caught or her mom gave permission Santana would find herself waking up to Brittany 'practicing' as they begun calling it. She loved those mornings as it was the best way to wake up. Brittany had a knack for waking up before her and Santana was on a mission to return the favor, if only she could get her tired ass up before the sun. Aside from practicing when they actually got to take time to cherish each others body it was long, slow, and filled with love. They hadn't had sex like their first weekend since that weekend. But Brittany had been feeling gross so Santana wasn't getting anywhere past second base. It was highly frustrating.
During any of those times she hadn't felt the urge to mark Brittany. She wanted to, almost desperate to make the final bind between them but she never felt the pull of her canines or her wolf struggling to mark what was theirs. It confused her, worried her even that she might be broken but Brittany never commented on the lack of biting and continued with their body worshiping sessions they had.
Now they were getting dangerously close to her mating cycle and she couldn't help the knot of fear and worry that settled in her gut. She knew how crazed she could be and the fog that would cover her mind. The need and sexual desire burned like lava through her veins and she was concerned for Brittany. Kurt and Blaine had been off making their own preparations and hadn't had time outside school to talk about it. Well they'd had some time but Santana was busy or well detracted more by a Brittany who was rewarding her for being nice in Glee. Then Santana had been running around frustrated despite being pleased because she couldn't return the favor cause Brittany was still having her period.
It was Thursday and she was so excited the week was almost over. They had a boring field trip tomorrow to some museum but after that it was a Britt/San weekend to look forward to. Brittany's parents were taking her little sister to camp for the weekend and next week and Brittany had permission to stay at Santana's so long as she made it to school for the week(which she wouldn't cause of reasons). Mrs. Fabray already had their school excuses ready for them to turn in. Santana was going to have a bad flu, Brittany was going with her parents for the week, and Quinn had the same flu as her. It was convenient to just say they were both sick with the same thing since they lived together. No one but the pack and their mates knew that really Santana lived above the garage but eh, what they don't know. It was also awesome that Mrs. Fabray was respectful of their monthly...moment and excused them from school.
Mrs. Fabray was okay with their mating cycle so long as she didn't know where, who, or any other details. If she didn't hear or see, then it wasn't happening. She understood from Quinn's birth father, having been on the human side of it. However, Mr. Fabray was a hardcore religious man with old fashion values. Nothing wrong with that but he was highly against sex before marriage, gays, and Democrats. Needless to say that was the main reason she lived above the garage.
She and Brittany joined Kurt and Blaine for lunch. She watched at how cutesie the two were being. They'd been together for a little over a year now, this being their 14th mating cycle. She couldn't see any fear or worry in their actions and expressions. They were at the point where this wasn't something to be afraid of with their relationship but something that connected them stronger. She wondered how long it would take before she would no longer be afraid of her cycle.
Brittany was just as nervous, Santana could smell it on her. Her scent hadn't been dominated by arousal for the week but worry and fear. She knew it was for the upcoming week and she didn't know how to reassure her since she couldn't even convince herself it was going to be okay. It didn't help when Kurt suddenly tossed her a survival kit in the middle of lunch.
The bag was filled with a brand new first aid kit, painkillers, icy/hot cream, lube, and a new bottle of shower gel. Blaine snickered into a closed fist and Kurt grinned. What the hell?
"It's a joke but you'll probably still end up using most of it," Kurt explained. She felt anger build up at the cruelty. Brittany laced one of their hands together and examined some of the items. As Brittany flicked through the first aid kit her anger dissolved quickly back into fear.
"Are we really going to need some of that?" She asked.
Kurt nodded and looked sadly at Blaine who smiled encouragingly. Surprising Blaine took over the explanations from Kurt, "It can get a little crazy. Kurt completely lost it during our first cycle. I had never been tossed around and manhandled so roughly before and my body was not ready for it. After the first day I was popping Advil like candy and doing my best to just survive the next round without crying."
That was not what she wanted to hear. She was going to get rough and hurt Brittany. Probably even make Brittany cry and that was not okay. Forget it, she wasn't doing it. She was going to text Quinn and tell her to prep her cell, Quinn as going to have some company this time.
"Don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad. Once I adjusted to what was happening and properly stretched before a few bouts, it wasn't as bad," Blaine explained fearing that he was doing more damage than reassurance.
She shook her head in quick motions, "Doesn't matter. I'm not going to hurt Brittany. I'll just keep locking myself up and it won't be a problem." It was a plan doomed to fail but she was being stubborn on that one.
Brittany pouted at her, fingers wrapped around a family size bottle of Advil. Kurt quickly jumped into the conversation, "Don't jump to quickly into that. You two are going to be fine. Blaine and I didn't know what was going to happen so we went into it blind and didn't have any of those supplies to help us out. The entire week isn't all humping without abandon. You'll have some time to recharge and stretch it out as Blaine said. But should you get more than a couple of feet from each other it'll get nasty. Santana you'll feel like you're literally going to split apart and you might hurt yourself in that haze. I wouldn't advise you chaining yourself up unless Brittany is within a foot of you. But you two have an advantage. You can always come to us for questions or whatever. I don't think it would have been as bad for us if we'd had a heads up."
They both absorbed that nugget of information. It already felt bad enough. If she kept away from Brittany next week it really could drive her insane. She was lost in her thoughts when Brittany leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Remember a couple of weekends ago when you got rough in the kitchen? I really liked that. We'll make it through this week."
Everyone at the table with wolf hearing had red cheeks, even Blaine heard since he had enhanced senses from his mate's mark. Oh crap, what if that happened on top of the cycle? This was turning into a horrible nightmare where she ended up killing her mate in a fit of animalistic passion.
Brittany closed up the bag, put it in her backpack and twisted in her seat till she was facing Santana. Long slender fingers wrapped around her tan hands and pulled them from her lap and into Brittany's. She twisted to look at Brittany better and smiled softly at the love shining behind sharp blue eyes. "I love you Santana. More than I've ever loved anything else in this world. I want this week to happen just as much as your furry intense wolf spirit does."
Everything inside her swelled and burst in a wave of love and admiration. Brittany was amazing and perfect. Having that support and strength in their corner and she knew they would make it through this. Didn't mean she still wasn't scared to hell and back.
"I think you two are going to be just fine," Kurt commented before smiling at Blaine. Sam plopped down at their table sending glares over to where Puck and Sugar were flirting. Sam's head shot back between Kurt and Blaine's tender moment to the current eye loving fest Santana and Brittany were having and pretended to gag.
"God you all are gross and pathetic," Sam snapped.
Santana shot a glare his way, "Then leave our table and suck the lid off a jar elsewhere."
"San, be nice. Sam's just upset that Puck is sawing his way through Sugar," Brittany pulled on their hands to bring them closer together and placed a quick peck on pouted lips.
"Saw?" Blaine asks breaking his eye lock with Kurt.
"Yeah. Have you ever heard Puck talk? He says he saw's he way through girls like a sex shark. Shark's can't use tools," Brittany explains. Her woman is a genius, just is. She cracks up laughing and leaned in to kiss Brittany again. This time longer than a peck. When Brittany let's out a moan someone coughs and pulls their attention back to where they are. She pulls away, lips smacking with a pop and smiles lovingly at Brittany before smirking to the rest of the table.
"Anyway," Sam diverts their attention nodding to the other football player filled lunch table, "When did Mike become so popular with the Cheerios?"
Their attention reverted to that table and they saw what Sam was asking about. Quinn was hanging onto every word Mike was saying, laughing at his jokes, and subtly touching him. Holy crap! Quinn's mate was slick and smooth Mike? How did they not see this? Of course the Cheerios would be all over him, they only mirror what the head cheerleader does. No wonder Tina was pissed off. She couldn't even get through the crowd of girls surrounding her boyfriend.
"Oh," Brittany gasped putting all the pieces together. Tina was her best friend and might one day have her heart broken by Mike. It wouldn't be his fault, it would just suck because they weren't meant for each other. No wonder Quinn had been so upset. Tina was her friend too because of Brittany.
"Crap," Santana muttered feeling deflated. Her pack just got pulled into the drama of Glee club. This wasn't going to end well. Never-the-less she would be there for Quinn. Mike was in a committed relationship and if Quinn directly inferred and broke them up Mike would be heartbroken and thus leave Quinn heartbroken. That also meant Quinn couldn't have everything with her mate like the rest of them. This would probably be the worst of her mating cycles knowing who her mate was and having to lock herself up and not act on it. Santana knew that feeling and wouldn't wish it on any wolf. It sucked even more because Santana had gone through it with Quinn in the cage to help her out. Quinn would be going through this completely alone.
"So you think Quinn has a thing for Mike cause that would be some drama," Sam commented digging into his fruit bowl completely clueless to everything. Seriously, why does he sit with them?
Lunch ended and Kurt pulled her aside after dropping Brittany off at her class with a sweet smile and a quick kiss. "What do you want? I have class," She snapped. She was cranky from the current events and all the news of the day. From fear at hurting Brittany to the coming drama with a mated Quinn.
"Let's skip class and have another one of our awkward sex talks," Kurt said looping their arms together and leading her to the library which should be empty. Once they were seated in a corner where no one would hear them Kurt continued, "I know your terrified. I was too."
"Be honest with me. How bad was it?" Santana asked leaning forward. Might as well take advantage of insider knowledge.
"It was scary. I lost control of any sense other than pleasure. I was conscious of Blaines needs and feelings but his body was mine to do with as I pleased. I did hurt him, I even marked him that first day. But Blaine reassured me that it was a good kind of pain and he liked it. I don't think I would have really hurt him beyond what he was comfortable with. Our wolves are in tune with that. We're here to protect them and keep them safe. Even from ourselves," Kurt answered with a comforting smile.
"So I won't hurt her?" She asked with furrowed brows and twisting her fingers to pop her knuckles. It sounded confusing like she would hurt Brittany but not so much that she was hurting Brittany. How does that even make any sense?
"It's a good possibility but nothing Brittany won't enjoy or be okay with. Your wolf knows her and understands her primal needs. I couldn't begin to guess but I know what Blaines are and we've never had to talk about them. They just happened. You have to trust your relationship, which I know you do. You'll make it through this week more connected and in love and all this fear will be a thing of the past," Kurt placed his hands on top of hers and her nervous popping stopped.
"I haven't marked her yet," She blurted it out. Maybe that was bothering her just as much but Kurt didn't seem surprised by the information.
"It'll happen when it does," Kurt said with a shrug.
"Yeah but," She sighed defeated not even knowing how to word her question.
"It's a animalistic urge that overcomes us to mark our mates. You can't predict when it'll happen or how. You can control where on the body though and I highly suggest you prepare that one," Kurt picked up on her concern and answered what she wanted to know.
"Where did you bite Blaine?" She was curious remembering their last awkward sex talk that involved this and Kurt told her not to ask. Guess she didn't listen to that request.
"It's on a very private location of um..." Kurt waved at his waist near his...OH! That would be awkward . Not to mention a horrible place to bite someone. She shivered a bit at the though of nearly having her's bit off and not in the way Brittany sometime tries.
"So you could have bitten elsewhere?" She asked really wondering why he didn't.
"I know I had the strength that I could have but I was so caught up in the moment I didn't even really understand what I was doing," Kurt shrugged. Despite the awkwardness he did seem kind of smug. She shook her head. They really needed to stop sharing about their sex lives. Although she did feel a little bit better about both worries. Their attention was immediately drawn to the library entrance when they sensed Quinn enter. Blonde hair bobbed between stacks of books till she found them in the back.
"Hey you guys," Quinn said joining them.
"Hey Q," Santana greeted and Kurt pulled her into a quick and tight hug. It really did seem that they hadn't spent time as a pack in a long while. Not really since Quinn had pulled her disappearing act weeks ago. That was something they needed to work on to keep the pack bond strong. She made a mental note to plan pack time. She frowned, she was a horrible alpha. She didn't get them to spend time together as a group and she didn't have any answers that she should have. She really felt inadequate to lead them. What if something more serious than rough sex happened? How the hell was she going to have answers or know what to do?
"So juicy, ripped, and flexible Mike is your mate?" Kurt jumped at the chance to talk about this new development in their pack.
"Yes but he's still very much in love with Tina and it sucks," Quinn slumped back in her chair and folded her arms over her chest.
"I'm sorry Q. That really does suck," Santana frowned more.
"It isn't to bad. I mean we get along great and I love hanging out with him as a friend. I just hate seeing him with Tina or when he talks about her or their stupid text messages," Quinn pouted. "How the hell did you handle Britt flirting with all those guys?"
"I didn't if you recall. I do believe our cave has some rough spots from my claws and I don't think any of those trees we knocked down during that one angry fight will ever grow back," Santana shrugged reminded of a time where she was angry every second she wasn't with Brittany. And the seconds she was with Brittany filled with a bleeding heart and a longing that wouldn't be filled. Those were some seriously tough times. She'd at one point contemplated running away and not having to deal with anymore. Then the thought of never seeing Brittany smile left her paralyzed and she'd stayed to continue to be tortured.
"This just sucks. I'm with him and the world feels right unless Tina comes around. When I'm not I just feel miserable and that there's nothing I can do to get my mind off it. This coming week isn't going to be easy," Quinn tossed her hands up in frustration.
"Oh honey, is there anything we can do?" Kurt asked hating to see Quinn like this. Santana hated it too.
"What could you do? Aside from dropping Tina off in some remote part of the world and give me time to prove to Mike that we're meant to be," Quinn huffed. Santana shrugged at the idea but Kurt shot her a look and she quickly forgot about it. Eh, someone besides Mike might miss her and that could be a problem with that plan.
"We'll figure it out. Promise," Santana swore to her and she would figure something out. They ended up skipping two classes to hang in the library before they split for their last class and only because two of them had tests to take. It was nice getting to spend time with them again and not talk about mates, marks, or mating cycles. It felt like old times before their imprinting complicated the tiro's dynamic. Now they weren't focused so much on the pack but on their mates. She needed to find a balance for the two.
Santana breezed through her test. She had a photographic memory so it made studying super easy and time efficient. It really just meant she could read through it once and recall it for the test and it gave her plenty of time to focus on Brittany. Kurt had it as well and used it to his benefit just like she did. Hmmm...maybe that was a wolf thing and they just didn't realize. She'd have to ask Quinn if that was the case for her but Santana always saw her nose in a book and studying so maybe Quinn didn't or she just really liked to overachieve at school.
Within the last few minutes of her class she picked up on the most intoxicating aroma she would ever smell. Brittany was aroused. She literally groaned and slammed her head down on her desk. That so wasn't fair. Brittany was still on her cycle and Santana couldn't do anything about it. Well ,she was willing but Brittany didn't want to and what Brittany didn't want, Santana wouldn't do. So now she had this immediate hard on in her pants and it was going to kill her before the end of tonight.
The final bell of the day rung and she made sure to hold her books in front of her as she went to meet Brittany from her last class. Her blonde came out of the room with a large smile and a glint behind her eyes. It was a look that made shivers run through her body every time.
Quinn rolled her eyes as she passed them by, "Have a great week you two." It wasn't rude since Santana heard the sadness behind it. She gave a quick nod to Quinn knowing she wouldn't see her for the week. Quinn was locking herself early so she ended up not doing anything stupid. It would put a damper on her time with Britt if she was having to either bail Quinn out of jail or help bury a body in the woods.
"What's got you in a good mood," Santana joked seeing the arousal cloud over Britt's normally bright blue eyes. They were now a dark smokey blue and Santana knew she was in trouble but the awesomely good kind.
Brittany leaned in close to whisper in her ear, licking at the shell subtly, "I've wanted you all week and now I can have you."
Her compression shorts were now cutting off circulation and it was incredibly painful. "Oh god Britt. Does that mean?" She pulled back asking hopefully. Brittany smiled seductively and nodded. She didn't waste anytime pulling Brittany by the wrist to her car. The seconds ticked by slowly but reality was they were speeding down the street and squealing into her driveway.
They ripped open car doors, both in a rush to get Santana's apartment door opened and them inside where they could ravish each other till the early hours of dawn. As soon as the door closed Santana had Brittany pushed flush against it, grinding her erection through their jeans, sucking against the soft flesh of Brittany's neck.
Brittany pushed her back after long seconds of not getting the friction she craved. She reached up ripping off her own shirt and bra. Santana mirrored her and reached down to pop the button on her jeans. They wasted no time in stripping down and then Santana was pressing against Brittany the door again, rubbing her cock frantically between already wet folds. Every time the head of her cock rubbed over Brittany's clit they both moaned and jerked into each other. She could already feel herself building towards her peek and by the tremble in Brittany's legs, she knew Brittany was dangerously close to coming.
She pinned Brittany's hands above her head against the door and kissed her deeply, still trusting against her but not entering her. It was teasing Brittany, driving her closer to the edge but Santana was able to adjust herself so it wasn't building her up as quickly. She was still being driven insane by the intense smell of sex in the air.
"You feel amazing," Brittany mumbled against their lips, panting fast as her hips jerked each time Santana's cock nudged against her clit. Santana trust a bit harder, nudging in the right angle and Brittany was exploding in a writhing moaning mess. She could feel the wetness dribble out of Brittany and wanted nothing more than to feel it wrapped around her.
She reached down and lifted behind trembling thighs. Brittany gasped and wrapped her legs around Santana's waist. In one quick thrust Santana was buried all the way in, tip slamming into Brittany's cervix. Brittany's head tossed back, slamming into the door and crying out in pleasure and surprise. She shifted the her legs to balance out their weight, leaning them against the door before she began thrusting her hips. She pulled out, tip edging at Brittany's entrance before slamming home. She kept it slow, drawing out her powerful thrusts and taking pleasure at being able to be inside Brittany again. This past week had been nice on the couple aspect of their relationship but she'd missed the physical especially when Brittany could taste her but she couldn't taste Brittany.
Beads of sweat built up between them and the door creaked and groaned at the strain against it's hinges. Santana didn't move them though, still keeping with her deep and strong thrusts. Brittany would lift when she had the strength and bring her hips down to pull Santana in deeper. Wet slaps, grunts, and the heavy thuds of Brittany's body slamming into the door every thrust filled the otherwise empty apartment.
She could feel the coil inside her twisting painfully wanting to snap but she kept fighting it off, biting into her tongue to get the pain to bring her back down. Brittany gripped at her shoulders, nails digging into the flesh there as she began gasping.
"Nnnn...Annnn...Gahhhh," Brittany leaned her head down, biting at her lip eyes squeezed shut. The walls surrounding her spasm and grip at her tightly and then Brittany was exploding again, trembling in her arms. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream and then she fell limp in Santana's arms.
She stopped thrusting, nails digging into the wood of her door, toes digging into the carpet trying to gain her senses back enough to keep from blowing her load. She stumbled back and Brittany thrust down onto her.
"You didn't?" Brittany asked. She could hear the near heartbreak in Brittany's voice that she didn't seem to enjoy just as much. She did enjoy it but she wanted this to last much longer and to make up for the entire week of pleasurable frustration.
She tried to speak around her gasps but it came out broken anyway, "Want...to...make...this...last...worth...week...oh god...week...fuck," She fell back onto the couch in a sitting position and Brittany adjusted to straddle her. Her toes curled back into the carpet when she slipped out and back in effortlessly from the wetness of Brittany's two orgasms.
Brittany immediately rocked her hips and began grinding against her. She could feel her cock rubbing at that spot inside Brittany that made her breathless each and every time. She was just as close to snapping again with Brittany grabbed at her shoulders for leverage and began bouncing against her. She drove up fast and hard hitting all the right spots inside.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, head flopping to rest on the back of the couch. She gripped at a pale waist holding Brittany so she could take over thrusting up into her. Brittany fell forward, head resting besides her's on the back of the couch, their breasts rubbing up against each other. Rapid wet slaps filled her ears along with Brittany's deep short gasp each time she bottomed out inside her.
She leaned up, licking at the sweat that gathered at the crook of Brittany's throat. She felt her canines extend and the urge build up inside her. Mark her, make her yours. Her mouth watered, her insides tightened into a painful knot. She wasn't going to fight it this time. Brittany wanted it, wanted to be made her's physically and spiritually. She could feel the wolf inside her howling for her to just lean forward and sink her teeth in.
She had enough sense that she could bite anywhere but instinctively she was being drawn to the smooth skin above Brittany's left collarbone, right there at the shoulder. It was public where people could see and the image of showing off that mark sparked the passion and want inside her. She jerked harder and faster from the image's in her mind. Let people look. Brittany was her's and they needed to know that.
Brittany's pants filled her ear as she licked more at that delicious taste of sex and pure Brittany. Every time her cock bottomed out, filling her completely Brittany let out the most amazing sounds, "Gnnn...nnnn...nnnnhhhh...San...fuck...gahh...nnnnnnnnn...".
She felt thighs tremble against her again, walls tightening. She couldn't fight it off this time, the coil snapping inside her. Their orgasms washed over them and then Santana was sinking her teeth into Brittany's right shoulder.
"AHHHHHHH," Brittany screamed out, back arching and slamming down in wild erratic thrusts against Santana. She wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist, holding them together tightly. Coppery warmth spilled into her mouth and sent her senses into overdrive.
Everything became so much more intense as she could feel both her pleasure and Brittany's ripping through her. Brittany's scream caught in her throat, her hips jerking down harder and faster eyes rolled into the back of her head.
She licked at the bite, each swipe sending a new tidal wave through them. She licked until Brittany wasn't bleeding anymore but their orgasms still washed through them in waves. Wetness exploded at their joined hips and Santana looked down to see it wasn't her cum that was spilling out but Brittany's which was quickly followed by her own erupting out to cover them both in one sticky wet mess.
Brittany fell limp in her arms and she slumped back into the couch, hands pawing at Brittany's back side. She could feel some of Brittany's blood dripping down her chin and that sensation mixed with the feeling of cum pooling out of Brittany's vagina where she was still very much buried in left her panting in a daze of erotic senses.
Brittany's entire body shivered and electrical shocks traveled from her toes and tips of her hair till it was sparking shots between where their skin touched. She leaned her head forward and licked at Brittany's bite again and it sent another wave of bliss through them. She even shot another spurt of cum up into Brittany which had her rolling her eyes back into her head at the unexpected shot of pleasure that caused.
"That was..." Brittany whispered, hips jerking down as Santana seemed to not be done shooting her load. "Ooooh, god!" Brittany withered and started jerking again when she licked at a rapidly healing bite. The pressure began to build up again as Brittany jerked and rotated her hips for friction. When she saw the bite fully heal, leaving a clear risen scar against Brittany's shoulder she felt complete and proud. Brittany was her's, mark proudly on display for all to see and know.
She smirked, leaning down to lick it. Brittany's hips went wild against hers and suddenly they were thrusting at each other again. She sucked down on the pink puckered flesh and Brittany was exploding against her again. She slipped out, force from their combined fluids of the last three rounds was too much as she was pushed out of Brittany and then exploded into Brittany's abs. Long spurts of her cum shot up to cover heaving breasts, abs, and even one spurt landed in Brittany's hair.
Sticky wetness pooled around her crotch, dripping between her legs to stain at her couch cushions but she really couldn't care because Brittany promptly passed out into her arms. "Fuck!"
Author's note:
Got so much love from the last chapter (and not wanting to study for my history exam) I spun out this chapter today. So a lot happened this time. We got to see who Quinn's mate was. Thank you everyone for placing your votes. Between Tumblr and here Mike won out. It was surprising to see the numbers. For those who voted for Rachel and near equal amount voted against Rachel. This left Mike in first, Sam second, Puck third, Rachel fourth, and dead last with one vote...Joe.
So we also got to see Santana mark Brittany. Curious to see what you all think about that. Next chapter will be a bit since it will cover the entire mating cycle (A week worth of hot steamy sex). This will be the chapter that knocks out a lot of reader's request and GKM prompts. The set up has led that our horny love birds are comfortable with sex now and we can play with them in new positions, places, and situations. Oh the possibilities. That being said, next chapter is going to be super long and super juicy. That is going to take me longer to write not to mention my tests this week I should now study for, Brittany 2.0 to fangirl over, and various house hold chores I've neglected this past week.
Drop me some love and come chill with me on Tumblr. (Wigster07)