Low, otherworldly rumblings from the beast echoed repeatedly throughout the cave. Clarysa’s vision swam as her desire mixed with confusion. What was about to happen here? Could she really surrender herself in this manner? He has to know you don’t fear him. Otherwise you’ll drive him away. To what extent she could prove her loyalty in this dank, cold hollow, with his unnatural form, she wasn’t entirely sure.
But Stellan was so close and everything else so far away. The fire roared on, logs crackling and tongues of flame licking and sucking at the air as though in a state of constant thirst. Perspiration beaded Clarysa’s face and chest. Wild fantasies raced through her mind. She wanted the beast…wanted Stellan to lap at her skin until she was drenched. By now, his breath fell across her like waves of desert heat. Occasionally, his muzzle rubbed against her head, revealing the hardness of his fangs. It made her wonder about other things, other parts of him. What they felt like. Looked like. Tasted like. The thoughts made her feel utterly wicked.
Stellan shifted his weight. He heaved upward and rolled, bringing Clarysa with him. At first, the room seemed to turn in on itself, but then she fell gently onto her hands and knees. Somewhere in the dark behind her was the beast. Heat radiated from his body along with an earthy, masculine scent. It washed over and through her. Coupled with the warmth blasting from the fire, she was positively drunk with rapture. Mercurial shadows danced along the curved, pockmarked walls, an exaggerated relief of their entwined bodies. But the beast’s next move wrested her attention abruptly away.
He pressed his midsection hard against her bottom. For a long moment, he held himself there. What is he going to do? Was he testing her devotion, or was his mind clouded by bestial instincts? The question danced on her tongue, but she held it. He couldn’t answer her anyway. In fact, the less she knew, the more exciting the situation became.
He grasped her thighs with his cold, pinching claws. Then he spread her legs wide apart.
Clarysa gasped. Heat was gathering in her core as if she had bottled the very fire before her. An unstoppable quickening electrified her body. Is this some kind of enchantment he’s working upon me? Was there an unusual ingredient in the tea?
Something warm and moist touched her bare left shoulder. As the wetness spread, she glanced over. Stellan was laving it, his tongue surprisingly soft, the caress gentle. Arching her back, she responded with a low, yearning purr. The thrill she was experiencing had nothing to do with potions or spells. Clarysa pushed back, sealing her bottom against his rugged, compact pelvis. No, this was animal attraction, pure and simple.
She froze as a long, impossibly hard shaft of flesh slid between her thighs. Smooth as silk, it pulsed with a vigorous, decadent heat. With a quick, final thrust, the beast wedged it firmly against her sex. It was, Clarysa realized with a sudden start, the great beast’s wide cock.
Blood thundered in her veins as she sought to master new feelings and exotic sensations. The solid shaft now lay smothered beneath her sex, thighs and belly. The bulbous tip reached all the way to her belly button. A brief silence followed, and then from out of the darkness, the beast released a deep groan of pleasure.
Her breath came in short, rapid bursts. Her breasts felt heavy, as if swollen with blood. Both nipples brushed lightly against the blanket. She trembled with the intensity of her arousal. But a more urgent matter demanded her attention–the plump, aching skin of her sex. The rampant stimulation had created unbearable engorgement. The only way to assuage the itch was to press down upon the beast’s cock. So, Clarysa did exactly that.
Oh, sweet heaven! Squeezing with her thighs, tightening her inner walls, rubbing up and down his length, Clarysa writhed against him with abandon. Her mound swelled further, gripped in a web of raw lust. A fresh burst of secretion filled her mouth, echoed by moisture seeping between her legs. With every pass of her sex, she coated his rigid member. Harder. Squeeze harder. It feels so good! Oh, Stellan!
Where her bottom met his pelvis, the fur felt sticky and matted. Faster and faster she moved, her breasts bouncing freely. Eventually, the beast caught one in a paw, hoarding it like a rare jewel. No matter how jerky or wild her movement, Stellan accommodated her, letting loose the occasional snort or growl or sharp exhalation of breath. Sometimes he lowered his head to sniff her hair. Occasionally, he stroked her back with long, slow licks of his massive tongue.
His responses prompted Clarysa to work harder at showing her devotion. She badly wanted to show him his appearance didn’t matter.
Mounted upon a shaft of adamantine flesh, with nothing but a whisper of a nightgown shoved up around her shoulders, Clarysa rolled and rocked her sweaty hips, stoking the flames of an explosive climax. All senses alight, she was reborn into a slick, twisting mass of pleasure. Shuddering and moaning as she lay in Stellan’s grip, Clarysa experienced a pure, sudden ecstasy as all the fear and anxious thoughts left her mind. Gone were all the recent aches and pains and chills, replaced by a coma of intense relaxation. In that freeing, transcendent state of heightened arousal, she was ready to submit to anything the beast wanted.
As her surging blood began to ebb, she greedily sought a second climax. This time, Stellan moved. With her, but also against her. His turgid flesh seemed to concentrate with increasing precision on the flooded folds of her sex. A scorching surge of lust was her only choice, and this time she rode out her pleasure with a series of short,
