flushed a dark blood-filled brown. He reached up and took one in his mouth, teeth nipping and tugging, adding a bright, stinging pain to the pleasure with which he was determined to flood her.
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“Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!” she panted, the words coming choppy and disjointed.
“Oh ... oh yes ... oh yes, Fort ... ohyesohyesoh yes yes -- yes ...!”
Flinging her head up and arching her neck, Rosa leaned back and grabbed Fort’s balls, mindlessly squeezing and plumping them in time with the galloping rhythm he set.
Fire licked up his spine, sparked across his entire body and with a howl of lusty joy, he sat up and flipped over, coming down on top of her. The flames threatening to consume him, he threw her legs over his shoulders, opening her up so nothing stood in the way of his burying his cock as deeply as he could.
She clenched him with arms and legs, her small nails digging in as she tried to stop his rhythmic retreat. Mouth open, helpless little cries pouring from her, she threw her hips up at him, begging for more.
Ah god, you’re in my throat, beating in my heart!
Open wider, baby ... I can’t get enough of you ... can’t get deep enough!
Their pubic hairs meshed, and the base of his penis pressed against her clit at each down stroke. He circled his hips, seeking that magic spot high in her vagina that would have her melting in his arms.
Hips blurring, he fucked her hard, and then harder still, butting against her cervix with each deep thrust. “Oh, Mother Night, Rosa ... you’re so tight and sweet, hot as hell fire! Grip me, baby. Come for me and squeeze me to death!”
With a scream of primal satisfaction, she jackknifed in his arms, body going taut as her orgasm slammed into her. He thrust in one last time as his orgasm ripped him apart. He slumped down into her cradling embrace, almost insensate as his knot formed and joined them together, making them one flesh.
Content to lie cuddled close with his love after his knot relaxed, it took Fort a while to recognize the scents he’d dismissed while in the throes of their torrid lovemaking.
Wulves!
Instantly alert, he pressed a finger to Rosa’s lips, warning her not to make a sound.
There are at least three wulves near. Be silent. Say nothing. Stay here and wait for me ...
She shook her head frantically. If you think I am going to stay here while you go into possible danger, you are out of your mind!
Fort narrowed his eyes and glared at her. You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tie you up.
She stuck her tongue out at him. Tie me with what ...? This house is empty!
Her eyes widened in fear. Oh my god, Fort! Melody and the children ... what if the wulves are after Melody and ...?
Fortrayn ran toward the back door, situated away from easy viewing from the street, snatching up his clothes as he went. He floundered, trying to put his foot through his jeans leg while still running.
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His lips tightened as he saw Rosa was right behind him, frantically buttoning up her dress. She’d missed one and her dress hung lopsided. She looked cute as a button, and if the situation hadn’t been so potentially dangerous, Fort would have taken the time to tease her.
As it was, he simply grabbed her hand and yanked her after him, silently ordering her to keep behind him and stay quiet!
Easing the back door open, the two slipped out and flashed around to the back entrance of Hunter’s side of the duplex. Fear roiling in his gut, Fortrayn began broadcasting to Hunter on their den-band, praying he wasn’t too far out to pick up the distress call.
* * * * *
Hunter’s body ached, a solid, hurting testament to just how hard that fist could land on unprotected flesh. Under other circumstances, he could shift into fur and jumpstart his healing. He dared not, couldn’t take the chance that while he was in the more vulnerable form, the troll wouldn’t explode into new violence.
Hunter watched for any
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“Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me!” she panted, the words coming choppy and disjointed.
“Oh ... oh yes ... oh yes, Fort ... ohyesohyesoh yes yes -- yes ...!”
Flinging her head up and arching her neck, Rosa leaned back and grabbed Fort’s balls, mindlessly squeezing and plumping them in time with the galloping rhythm he set.
Fire licked up his spine, sparked across his entire body and with a howl of lusty joy, he sat up and flipped over, coming down on top of her. The flames threatening to consume him, he threw her legs over his shoulders, opening her up so nothing stood in the way of his burying his cock as deeply as he could.
She clenched him with arms and legs, her small nails digging in as she tried to stop his rhythmic retreat. Mouth open, helpless little cries pouring from her, she threw her hips up at him, begging for more.
Ah god, you’re in my throat, beating in my heart!
Open wider, baby ... I can’t get enough of you ... can’t get deep enough!
Their pubic hairs meshed, and the base of his penis pressed against her clit at each down stroke. He circled his hips, seeking that magic spot high in her vagina that would have her melting in his arms.
Hips blurring, he fucked her hard, and then harder still, butting against her cervix with each deep thrust. “Oh, Mother Night, Rosa ... you’re so tight and sweet, hot as hell fire! Grip me, baby. Come for me and squeeze me to death!”
With a scream of primal satisfaction, she jackknifed in his arms, body going taut as her orgasm slammed into her. He thrust in one last time as his orgasm ripped him apart. He slumped down into her cradling embrace, almost insensate as his knot formed and joined them together, making them one flesh.
Content to lie cuddled close with his love after his knot relaxed, it took Fort a while to recognize the scents he’d dismissed while in the throes of their torrid lovemaking.
Wulves!
Instantly alert, he pressed a finger to Rosa’s lips, warning her not to make a sound.
There are at least three wulves near. Be silent. Say nothing. Stay here and wait for me ...
She shook her head frantically. If you think I am going to stay here while you go into possible danger, you are out of your mind!
Fort narrowed his eyes and glared at her. You’ll do as I say, or I’ll tie you up.
She stuck her tongue out at him. Tie me with what ...? This house is empty!
Her eyes widened in fear. Oh my god, Fort! Melody and the children ... what if the wulves are after Melody and ...?
Fortrayn ran toward the back door, situated away from easy viewing from the street, snatching up his clothes as he went. He floundered, trying to put his foot through his jeans leg while still running.
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His lips tightened as he saw Rosa was right behind him, frantically buttoning up her dress. She’d missed one and her dress hung lopsided. She looked cute as a button, and if the situation hadn’t been so potentially dangerous, Fort would have taken the time to tease her.
As it was, he simply grabbed her hand and yanked her after him, silently ordering her to keep behind him and stay quiet!
Easing the back door open, the two slipped out and flashed around to the back entrance of Hunter’s side of the duplex. Fear roiling in his gut, Fortrayn began broadcasting to Hunter on their den-band, praying he wasn’t too far out to pick up the distress call.
* * * * *
Hunter’s body ached, a solid, hurting testament to just how hard that fist could land on unprotected flesh. Under other circumstances, he could shift into fur and jumpstart his healing. He dared not, couldn’t take the chance that while he was in the more vulnerable form, the troll wouldn’t explode into new violence.
Hunter watched for any
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