Ok, erm. So this is where the rating climbs a notch. And not only the rating, mind you :)

This was the most difficult game of control of his life, but he'd be damned if he didn't give her the choice.

"We don't have to do this. There is no obligation. We can sleep, or you can go home, or…"

Suddenly her lips claimed his, and her arms wrapped around him to pull him down on top of her. Tōga's chest rumbled in amusement as he allowed his weight to sink between her open legs. Then, mirth was replaced with rapture as he proceeded to explore her beautiful body, inch by inch, with both hands and mouth.

Her flesh was a delight, her muscles quivered under his touch, and the yōkai within growled his approval when she arched to meet his mouth. He nuzzled the underside of a breast, discarding her bra to reveal pert nipples over two perfect rounded mounds. He brushed one with his hand, caressing the tender skin.

A gasp was his reward, and Tōga kept his fingers busy while his mouth descended south. Her plain cotton panties smelt of desire, and he rolled them down her hips with a wolfish grin. The packaging didn't matter much to him – the treasure was inside. Gwen's legs trembled around him, so he hooked them over his muscular shoulders and proceeded to soothe her, running his hands up and down her thighs.

Dark brown curls covered her sex, the same colour as her eyebrows which, strangely, matched his own colouring. He wasn't too sure how she would react to what he had in mind, and worried she might not protest because she was too used to obeying him. He stole a glance at his little lady, finding her eyes slightly glazed. Uncertain.

Tōga dropped a kiss at the junction of her thigh. She twitched. Then another, and proceeded to swipe a trail of suckling across her lower abdomen. Gwen moaned, her hips bucking gently to reach for his touch. He smirked, his next kiss open mouthed over her intimacy. A long, barely muffled keen greeted his ears.

Well, time to go full out then.

Grabbing her thighs, Tōga dove into her sex with the satisfaction of a male in rut. Her scent was so overwhelming, so delicious that his tongue feasted on her heated flesh without restraint. In no time, he had her quivering and twitching. So much that he had to restrain her. Her legs framed his face, soft flesh upon the rougher skin of his jaw. Tōga didn't hold back, lapping and nipping, suckling at heated skin, drinking in the sweet smell of her arousal.

At some point, Gwen lost all sense of direction and dug her fingers in his mane, massaging his skull as he drove her higher and higher. She'd never been one for such things, but his dedication to her pleasure ignited her core with need. He was incredible, so skilled with both tongue and hands. There was nothing dirty in his offering; it was her undoing.

Waves after waves, Gwen ascended to a place where nothing else mattered than the swipes of his tongue inside her inner walls, and the pressure of his mouth in such an intimate place. Darn, he felt so good ! Enraptured, she didn't even regret her loss of control; she had surrendered her body to this amazing man as he played her like the finest artist. The thought that he was her Captain didn't even cross her mind.

Eventually, though, the cord of the violin had to snap. And when it did, Gwen couldn't contain her pleasure. A hot, lightning peak twisted her inside as she surrendered, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and crying out his name.

"Gods !", she stuttered, her body arching so strongly that it lifted from the bed.

Her shoulder twitched in pain, but the sensation was lost against the tsunami that spread from her core. He braced her with both mouth and hands, his sturdy hold keeping her grounded as she writhed in pleasure, a safe place to land when her senses eventually settled. Mind hazy, Gwen found Tōga kneeling by her side, a smug smirk upon his face.

And even though she should have found the expression infuriating, the glorious sight of him only stole what remained of her breath away. He was so intense, sculpted by years of training into the epitome of masculinity. Her Captain, bared and willing.

"Magnificent," she breathed, eyes feasting on the expense of exposed flesh.

No amount of gossiping could have prepared her for the beauty of hard muscles, coiling like ropes with his every move. And that smile that curled his sinful lips, tenderness bleeding into the cocky expression. His golden eyes simmered, warmth turning to heat, slightly tinted with red at the corner.

The Captain was irresistible in every way… bold and animalistic, yet so tender. And tonight, he was hers.

Slowly, Tōga's hand crept up her abdomen, brushing the underside of her breast before settling over her chest. Only then did Gwen realise that her heart beat insanely fast against his palm. The tingle of his skin set hers on fire; he had ignited desire in her belly, and all she wanted now was to feel him inside of her. Grabbing his neck, she pulled him in with more strength than she thought she had left.

"Come here," she growled.

"Your wish is my command, my lady."

Tōga shed his boxers, freeing his eager and throbbing member. Instinct caused his body to rock against hers. Pleasure shot down his spine and he grit his teeth. Her cries had nearly undone him; he was on the verge of release already. Taking a deep breath, he gathered what little remained of his sanity to ask:

"Gwen. Birth control ?"

Her gaze, clouded by desire, struggled to focus. He was about to reach for a condom in the nightstand when she panted.

"Taken care of. Now, will you have me, you insufferable tease ?"

He chuckled, pleased with the outcome. Condoms were practical, but there was nothing like the feeling of skin against skin, especially to an Inuyōkai.

"Oh, little one, you have no idea," he whispered against her lips, his body flush against hers. "You'll be begging for me to stop before the night ends."

Gwen gave him one of her feline smiles; one that said she expected no less of him.

"Try me."

Tōga had never been so content to surrender as he slid his powerful frame between her plush thighs, their bodies combining in a cocoon of heat and rapture. Her legs opened to welcome him; his desire throbbed against her belly. Then she titled her hips in a clear invite, and he couldn't resist the pull anymore. Tōga tried to take it slow, not to thrust in like an animal in rut even though his blood was boiling with need.

She took him as if he belonged; they both gasped in shock at the onslaught of pleasure that assaulted them when he sank, inch by inch, into her warmth. Tōga's head fell at the junction of her neck, so overwhelmed by the pressure of her tight womb that he struggled for control. His hips eventually pumped slowly, pleasure curling around his spine. Gwen moaned, her arms clenching around his shoulders as she accommodated his girth. Then she shifted, and he found himself fully sheathed.

Fighting the instinct to pound into her, Tōga nudged her cheek with his nose.

"Gwen…", he asked, his voice rough with restrain. "Alright ?"

She flexed her hips purposefully; pleasure rippled under his skin and he gasped, overcome with the need to bury himself to the hilt. When his eyes opened anew, her grey orbs trapped him in an ocean of bliss.

"You feel amazing," she murmured against his lips.

He could only kiss her, unable to find words that would convey the magnitude of his devotion. And so, his senses drowned in her scent, her touch, her sounds, leading him the blessed stated of inebriation as his body worshipped hers.

It was just another dance that they had never practised together, but miraculously fell into step in. Gwen's hands roamed his back, his waist, his backside as he thrust into her, finding her as fierce as she was tender. She kneaded his flesh, providing both distraction and excitation, creating goosebumps upon his skin as he lost himself inside of her.

Those little hands were going to be the death of him, so he grabbed them both and pinned them above her head. Gwen was about to protest when his sweaty palms slid across hers, fingers intermingling in a trembling hold. With a moan, the young woman latched upon the skin of his neck and crossed her legs on the small of his back.

The tightness of her fingers around his, the wetness of her tongue licking at his throat were pushing him to the edge, and Tōga realised he was losing the battle. Hips pumping into her, his movements became more erratic as her moans intensified. His body tensed, chasing release, praying the Kami that she would uncoil before he did because he was done for, and unable to hold back. He was so close, his animalistic side awakened, yōki roiling in and out of him, engulfing the female that writhed beneath him in an ocean of ecstasy.

Mine !

What little remained of his control fled as he pounded her into the mattress on pure instinct, the mating dance carved in his bones, loins clenching with need. The familiar pressure built up, higher and higher, so intense that he knew the fall would shatter him. Yet, he couldn't help but chase it, surrendering to animal instinct. Tōga released her hands and braced his arms around her delicate frame while his hips bucked against hers. A choked groan escaped his lips as his whole body tensed, the sound a near rendition of her name.

Damnit ! I'm not a young pup !

Holding back was such a struggle, and his body shook from the strain. Completion was just around the corner, teasing him, coaxing him to take that tumble over the edge and dive in. Tōga gasped, pleasure and need mingling to the point of suffering as he struggled to contain himself. But he wanted her to come first, wanted to hear her sweet cries of ecstasy…

"Gods, Tōga !" Gwen stuttered, her arms clutching around him with insane strength.

The caress of her voice shattered all his defences, and Tōga grit his teeth in frustration as his body spasmed. The peak swept him up his feet with such force that he could only cling to her, spilling into welcoming heat with long, hard strokes. His mind blanked, body in full control as stars exploded behind his eyelids. His heart jumped in fright, for a second, at the sensation of freefalling.

By the Kami !

She was everywhere, her arms, her hands, her skin, surrounding him, welcoming him, inside and outside, his energy wrapped around her soul. And then, just when he was about to collapse in defeat, Gwen convulsed around him in a cry that climbed an octave. Tōga contained her in an unyielding embrace, allowing her to ride her powerful release in the safety of his arms, hips relentless as he prolonged her orgasm with long, intense thrusts.

He didn't let go when her muscles relaxed and she turned to jelly. Didn't, even, when she muffled a groan and nuzzled his temple.

He never wanted to let go.

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