Ursanthropy
33. Release (part two)

Jack

She threw her head back as I slowly pushed my fingers inside her soft flesh. In and out, over and over again, slightly curving my fingers inside of her, making her moan and gasp, every time I pushed in again. Her back arched, pushing her breasts towards me. Water splayed over her body, jumping up when she panted on another penetrating movement from my fingers.

Her nipples stood erect and I pushed her body up a little, so I could touch them with my lips. She grabbed the back of my head and crunched her fists in my hair. I felt the hardened bud between my lips and then gently bit on it to get her to make more sounds, other than the moaning.

She let herself go and screamed in pleasure.

Her hips were tensing up, almost shivering at the anticipation of the arrival of her orgasm. I sucked on her nipple, my fingers roughly pushed in again, my thumb rubbed over her clit and that was it. The sounds that she emitted, together with the heavy breaths and limb legs, was making me sure that she had reached her euphoria.

Her sweet warm aroma spilled all over my hand, her head came down now, leaning on my shoulder as she took some heavy breaths.

This was the feeling that I wanted her to have, this was how it should have been the first time for her, that a man entered her divine temple.

She looked up at me, getting back to her senses. But I wasn’t done.

I stepped sideways, while still holding her, to make sure that the water from the shower didn’t temper with the evidence of my actions. My fingers drawn out of her core, I lifted them and shoved them in my mouth.

Her sweet aroma tingled the hairs in my nose, my brain began to overload with desire and lust. She was back to her normal breathing, but now I wasn’t anymore. I needed to unload and I wanted that with her!

The bathroom counter was a little too high for me to keep standing and for her to be seated at the right height. And she didn’t want her first time to be in a bed, so I had to come up with something else.

I turned off the shower with one hand and held her tight against me. “Don’t worry, not the bed.” I could hardly speak up, but managed to rumble those words.

I walked into the bedroom, over towards my desk and leaned her butt on the edge of it. There was no time for cleaning up all the littered paperwork, so I just pushed them off the desk, clearing it out so I could lay Doreen down on it.

Quickly, I had picked up two small pillows from the bed. One to put under head and one to put under her lower back. That way she wouldn’t get a sore back, once I would pounce into her beautiful crevice of wetness.

I now stood in front of her body, looking at how her wet hair was soaking my hundred-twenty year old desk, made by my great-grandfather.

“Sorry pops!” I whispered and grinned, while Doreen looked confused. “It’s nothing.” I replied to her facial expression.

Her knees were pulled up, as her feet were leaning on the edge of the desk.

I saw her soft flesh glisten with her arousal and I just had to look at it for a moment and taste it again, but this time directly from the source. So, I kneeled and practically nuzzled my face in between her thighs.

Doreen

He had been so careful with me all this time and he was even so attentive to not want to do this on the bed, for me. No, instead, my first time was going to be on an old wooden desk. I grinned a little at the thought but was happy with it nonetheless.

I knew my orgasm from a few moments ago wasn’t the only one tonight. I could see it in Jack’s eyes, he was going to take care of all my fears and then some…

His tongue was teasing my flesh, dipping in and out of my vagina every now and then. He was slurping up the leftovers from my last orgasm as well as from the one that was about to come in soon.

His arm went around my leg and with his thumb he stimulated my clit again. Rubbing softly in circles, prolonging the pleasurable feeling. With his other hand he pushed on my belly, to keep me steady, not wanting me to move. Not that I wanted to leave but he just wanted to make sure that he could ravage me in the same spot over and over again, with that skilful tongue of his.

But when my breathing got faster and my belly kept moving up and down from the deep inhales I took, he suddenly released his mouth from suctioning my aching pussy and stood up straight.

He leaned over my body, getting his face close to mine. I knew what was coming next but I wasn’t afraid of it. With my hands thrown around his neck, he reached in between my legs, to place his pulsating member right in front of my entrance.

I let my lower body relax, took a few slow breaths and felt how the tip of his cock slowly entered my folds. My flesh spread out, muscles wanted to contract, but I knew that I had to relax for this to not hurt, so I fought against those urges and looked into Jack’s burning eyes.

Inch by inch he went in further, but when he got past a certain barrier of pain my fluids just kept rushing out, lubricating his shaft, urging it to flow in further.

I never could have imagined how this would feel, but it’s a thousand times better than when he had entered me with his fingers. My arousal skyrocketed, tormenting me with another climax, waiting around the corner.

The closeness of his face, the warmth that his skin emitted, the safe feeling of his body that encased my own, all of it was contributing to the bond that was in between us. Then and there a connection was being created, but not yet completed.

Jack’s thrusts became more primal, getting deeper and faster after each withdrawal. But, I could see it in his eyes that he was holding in. He wanted to go faster and harder, but I’m sure he was afraid of hurting me, which he didn’t. I might be little compared to him, but I’m in no way of danger, fear or pain anymore. All I felt was pleasure, like he promised me.

But he needed more.

And I wanted more.

“Hold me.” I whispered and he looked confused. “Grab my thighs.” I said a little louder and he lifted himself a little, to do as I said.

I took a moment to gaze upon his chest, tracing the black ink over his pectoral muscles and shoulders. He grew goosebumps on his skin, as I created lines on his half dry, half wet torso. His divine body is all mine to caress and I wouldn’t want anyone else to touch what was mine.

He kept going with his slow movements, not knowing that the soft pleasure he was giving me wasn’t going to be enough to get me into a new orgasm again. “Jack.” I panted, as even though it was slow, it was still a delight to feel.

I needed his attention, as what I’m about to say to him was something that Vic had explained to me. Something that I had my eyebrows raised upon, but now completely understood what she meant by it. There is this raw feeling that I have, a special need to be combined and linked forever, to the man that stood right in between my legs.

Jack

I don’t know how long I can hold back any more. I tried to think of other things, to not hurt her while doing this. “What is it, sweetheart? Am I hurting you?” I asked as I replied to her, moaning my name.

“No, not at all. I’m not made of glass, I need your feral side.” She said while looking at me with a smile.

I growled at the mentioning of my feral side. “You sure?” I asked her, but I wasn’t sure myself. If I would follow my instincts instead of holding myself in, I might do something else as well.

“Yes, I want to accept every aspect of this, to make it completely clear to you that I won’t ever leave you.” She answered my question and I stopped for a moment, not really understanding what she was talking about. “Make the connection, as it is meant to be, between mates.” She clarified and cleared her neck of wet clinging hair.

My eyes grew wide and my mind got all foggy. My claws extended a little, grabbing her thighs harshly as I got instantly aroused again. I lifted one of my knees, leaning it on the edge of the desk underneath one of her legs and thrusted inwards to the hilt, in one go.

And while I continued my endeavours, checking to see if she could really handle all of me, a series of loud moans filled the air as the complete desk shook on its centre, shoving over the floor, creating scratches in the dark hard wood.

Doreen didn’t scream in pain, she just took hold of the sides of the desk, making sure that she wasn’t being shoved off as I plunged into her, over and over again. Her insides felt so soft, warm and tight around my cock, that it wouldn’t have to take long before I would explode my seed inside of her.

I had unleashed almost every feral part of me and I wasn’t going to be held back now!

I nearly reached my end and she anticipated the feeling, so she lifted her body for me to put my arms underneath.

Doreen

This was the moment.

My body was all wet again, but now from sweat also.

His thrusts didn’t hurt me, in fact, I wanted every inch of him! I clasped down my inner muscles, locking his cock tight inside my cave. My hands were around his neck, there were I could now feel hairs sprout out as his primal urges came outwards. My hips were in an angle to keep his efforts able to continue.

Vic had explained everything, so I wasn’t afraid, I knew what was coming. Jack’s face contorted, as his bear came forward. My mind became dizzy, my stomach began to tingle and my energy was peaking now, accepting the ultimate climax, one can ever get.

Jack’s nose was now black, his cheeks were covered in fur, his teeth extended and his mouth opened.

The tension in both our loins, increased to our limits and when he sank his teeth into my shoulder, I closed my eyes and screamed out loud.

The incredible pain that came with this experience, with this mark, that he is editing to my body, was so intense that if I didn’t have the pleasure of the orgasm at the same time I would have fallen unconscious from it.

The sensation from the pain in my shoulder, together with the warm sperm that was now shot into my womb, went above my complete comprehension. I didn’t know what to do or feel next. All I knew, is that I was holding Jack’s neck, as he shifted back to his human form again and I kept my eyes shut.

We were both breathing heavily, not saying a thing.

We just held each other tight, while we were still lodged together.