Wolven Den

[Luna_Wolf72]

The sound of heels at the entrance...a waft of sandalwood. I step inside my den and look around catching sight of my Alpha deep in the shadows and ...the Witchling, covered completely by a long black coat. I saunter closer to her, my eyes lit by an inner fire, my mouth curved in a knowing little grin...

Hello, Witchling....

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

his ears swiveling around his muzzle lifts in a grin, hopping down he trots to her, sitting at her heel he nudges his massive wolven head into her thigh and licks it looking up at her his eyes twinkling

Glad to see you got minutes back on your phone, if only you'd answer it now

he chuckles softly as he sees the fire in Lunas eyes and grinning more in realization its aimed right at brit

 

[Britwitch]

I can't help but smile as I look up and watch her walk in, such graceful motion, such a beautiful sight. I can feel myself blushing a little at the curve of her lips...

...my fingers twisting the edge of the coat a little anxiously, hoping I won't disappoint...

Hello...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hands reach for my Alpha's head, fingernails trailing through wiry fur...

No minutes, my Alpha just free nights and weekends....but tis hard to answer at work...

Eyes drift toward the Witchling again, leaning forward~ my voice, husky, growly, alto, in my Alpha's ear...

Excuse me, I have been waiting for this....

Steps away, my hand reaching for the Witchling and tugging her to her feet...

Are you ready, sweet Witch?

With a gesture, I fling the door open to the back room, to my private place. She has been there before, she knows what is in there...

I won't ask you to drop the coat here...but....please go into the other room...and wait by the foot of my bed. I will be in shortly....

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Excuse me, I have been waiting for this....

*with a gentle swipe of his tongue against her hand a dark myst swirls around his body, a low chuckle as the myst fades, the wolf is gone*

 

[Britwitch]

I watch her exchange with the wolf, thinking there is something familiar in his eyes...then she turns towards me and I find myself on my feet

Are you ready, sweet Witch?

I nod fervently, not quite trusting my voice to work as my excitement builds rapidly

I won't ask you to drop the coat here...but....please go into the other room...and wait by the foot of my bed. I will be in shortly....

Another nod,a smile at the wolf, and I step into her private room, licking my lips once more as I cross the floor to stand beside the bed. Blue eyes wandering around the room, mind wondering what elements of this room I might experience...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I grin as my Alpha disappears into the ether before clearing my mind of any thought that doesn't concern the beautiful vision in my Room. She deserves nothing less than my total attention and I will not give her anything else.

When my heart has ceased it's galloping race, I remove my own winter outer wear, leaving me in nothing but a v-neck fitted sweater and black pants. I debate keeping the pumps on, but kick them away...after all, I will be hot soon and the less I have to get rid of, the happier I will be.

Turning slightly, I head for my private Den and step inside, my eyes going immediately to the Witchling. She is gorgeous...flushed, her blood racing...

You may drop the coat now, Witchling...

My voice is quiet and I do not move yet~though my body wants to pounce hers immediately. Instead, I watch, I wait...

 

[Britwitch]

She is breathtaking, even in the simple clothes she's wearing, her curves are evident through the sweater and pants and I find it hard to draw my eyes away from the inviting sway of her hips but I do, and as soon as my eyes find her face I am captivated once more

You may drop the coat now, Witchling...

Wordlessly my fingers move to the buttons of the coat, starting at the top and slowly working their way down. Slipping each shiny black circle through the material and causing the heavy woollen coat to part a little wider. Revealing a strip of pale flesh beneath.

Biting my lower lip I nudge the coat back over my shoulders and let it fall. Revealing me to her eyes.
My large, rounded breasts with their rapidly hardening nipples...my narrow waist and the flare of my hips...the trimmed hair just above my sex...

For a moment I debate what to do with my hands but I settle on letting them rest by my sides. Flushing a little more as I notice her eyes move over my exposed body.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She is a Goddess~lush, inviting, a womanly woman...all soft curves and gentle invitation. I give a small wordless groan and move closer, my eyes eating her up. When I reach her, my hand begins a slow caress from her hip upward, ending in the darkness of her hair.....

Beautiful....

A kiss~one of those soft, inquiring, delicate things~like butterflies alighting on flowers in a field. Her mouth is so sweet. I take my time, hand only tightening in increments, to keep her still~to keep her here...Finally, when I am in fear for my own sanity...I release her and take a small step back...my eyes beginning to gaze at her shape, her skin, her breasts and lovely hips...once more.

Hmmm, what shall I do with you, sweet Witchling?

A smile, as I remember the massage table from ages past that I had modified for my use with built on loops for ties. With a barely seen gesture, it appears, located just beside the ornate full length mirror.

Hmmm, I know...up on the table sweet one....

A small step stool appears on the opposite side of the table. I turn away for just a moment and open my toy chest~searching for silk scarves and low heat candles.....

 

[Britwitch]

My skin erupts with tingles wherever her hand touches, leaving a trail of excited flesh from my hip, up my side and higher along my neck before disappearing into my hair

Beautiful....

Another blush melts into a sigh as our mouths meet. My lips return the gentle caresses, each brush of soft, smooth lips over mine makes my knees feel a little weaker. The ever so subtle tightening of her hand in my hair sparks a different sensation deep inside me. I am about to lift my hands to touch her, hold onto her when she steps back and my eyes widen in curiosity

Hmmm, what shall I do with you, sweet Witchling?

A shy smile

I'm sure you will think of something...

Then a gasp as a massage table materialises although I can't be sure how it arrived

Hmmm, I know...up on the table sweet one....

As you wish...

I reply in a voice that trembles ever so slightly despite my best efforts to control it. I step up on the stool and sit on the table.

The smooth, cushioned surface is cool to my behind and I hesitate before laying down on my back, knowing if she wishes me to turn over then it will take little effort to do so.

I force myself to look away from her, wanting whatever she is searching for within the chest to remain a surprise for as long as possible.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I turned around just as she has laid herself down upon the cool expanse, my hands filled with black silk and a white candle....

Oh you look...yummy.

Stepping closer, I allow her to see the things in my hands...

Remember my whispering to you of being tied down, unable to escape? That's what the scarves are for....the candle...I just wanna drip wax on you and remove it...leaving pale marks behind. This one is low heat...so it doesn't burn...only a bit warm...

Silence for just a few moments, as my eyes study her form....

Arms up, Witchling. I will not tie you until you give me a word that shall mean you need to stop...a safe word. You have to choose it. Make it something easy for you to remember in the heat of the moment, please? Like Red or Christmas....

 

[Britwitch]

Oh you look...yummy.

...Thank you...

Remember my whispering to you of being tied down, unable to escape? That's what the scarves are for....

I squirm a little as a rush of unstoppable excitement tears through me

....the candle...I just wanna drip wax on you and remove it...leaving pale marks behind. This one is low heat...so it doesn't burn...only a bit warm...

My teeth catch on my lower lip as my eyes meet hers, a wave of a different sort of excitement coursing through me this time

Arms up, Witchling. I will not tie you until you give me a word that shall mean you need to stop...a safe word. You have to choose it....

I slowly raise my arms up to rest above my head, mind trying to think of a word in the process. My brow creases for a moment before I look up at her and whisper huskily

...gingerbread...that'll be my word...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

...gingerbread...that'll be my word...

Husky laughter, before I lean in to capture your mouth with mine...

Tis a good word, darlin' Witchling.

No more words for a time. I slide black silk through the appropriate loops and position your wrists correctly. The scarves slide against your skin, no abrasive feeling...just...security, an anchor. It is difficult to tie a proper slip knot in something soooo slippery but I manage. Moving to the bottom of the table, I also secure your ankles, spreading your thighs, leaving your inner pinkness...open to my fingers and gaze....

You look...edible....Now then....

I move the mirror, positioning it so that I can see your face in it's silvery depths. I see you watching me and give you a knowing grin...

This was the first whisper...remember? I don't need you to watch your body...just...keep your eyes open and watch your face...and remember love, punishment...of a sort comes when you don't listen...

Quiet

You will listen, yes?

 

[Britwitch]

I return the kiss and resist the urge to loop my arms around your neck. Sighing as I feel the cool, smooth silk wrapping around my wrists. Embracing them in a tight but almost loving hold. As you move down to the other end of the table I test the black bond around my wrists and pull tentatively, smiling as it holds fast and my heart races a little as I know all the whisperings, all the promises, are about to come true.

You look...edible....Now then....

I look into the mirror, seeing my flushed, excited face and yours. My blue eyes meeting yours in the reflection and a shy smile curving my lips.

This was the first whisper...remember? I don't need you to watch your body...just...keep your eyes open and watch your face...and remember love, punishment...of a sort comes when you don't listen...

Punishment. The word makes my stomach tighten and my thighs clench for the merest of moments, as much as the silken ties around my ankles will allow at any rate.

You will listen, yes?

I will listen and...I promise to try and behave as you would want me to...

I reply to her reflection before obediently moving my eyes from hers to my own. Looking back at my face, in my peripheral vision I can see the silk around my wrists, reminding me of where I am and what is about to happen

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I will listen and...I promise to try and behave as you would want me to...

Good girl....

No words now...just an intense silence...like the beginning of a play...when the air is nothing but expectation. Finally, I light the candle and set it on a near by table, giving it time to melt. Then a small smile, before leaning over to capture one hardening nipple between sharp white teeth...and tug. Nails skim over belly flesh, leaving red marks behind...

The air is close, hot, it brings beads of sweat to my back. Breaking the suction, the biting...I strip the sweater off and kick away the pants, leaving me clad in only boy cut panties and black sports bra...

Better...

Leaning over you, mouth searching for the juncture of collar bone and neck...finding it. Nibbling, licking, tasting. Fingers swarm over soft flesh, pinching, tugging, scratching. Mouth follows...over breasts and belly...further down until the soft hairs at your nexus, touch my face. I inhale once...sharply...

Hmmm...

Picking up the candle, I begin to drip the wax onto your nipples...drip, drip, drip...knowing the quick warmth you feel, the tiny burst of almost pain that disperses beneath the heat...I take my time....building an almost conical mound over both nipples before dripping wax onto your belly....

Pretty...now tell me...what do you see?

 

[Britwitch]

Good girl....

It's amazing the effect those two little words can have. I can feel a tremor race through my body in response.

I watch my eyes widen in the mirror as I feel your teeth latch onto my nipple, my back arching up off the table for an instant as you pull. The sensitive nub aching and pulsing as you draw it between your lips, hardening with each passing moment, skin puckering around it.

My eyes leave my face for the smallest of moments to watch you reveal more of your stunning figure before returning to my own eyes. Seeing how they are sparkling with desire and arousal.

Better...

A groan parts my pink lips in my reflection as your mouth teases my skin just as your fingers start to torment and tease the rest of me. My back arching once more as I feel your mouth gliding down my body, moving ever closer to that intimate area between my thighs. My cheeks glow a little brighter in the mirror as I force myself to watch the enjoyment dance over my face.

Next a sharp intake of breath and a widening of eyes as I feel the hot sting of wax upon my nipple, then upon the other. The pain is fleeting but it's effect far more lasting. I see my eyes lids flutter as the pleasure swiftly dwarfs the discomfort and makes my sex begin to throb slowly but constantly with each drip of wax onto my body.

Pretty...now tell me...what do you see?

I see a girl who is rapidly loosing herself in pleasure she can't begin to understand. A girl who hasn't felt arousal like this for some time...if ever before...

My eyes move to yours in the mirror for an instant

I see a girl who doesn't want you to stop...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A husky murmur...

Good.

Fingernails go to work, removing the hardened wax. There are pale streaks of red and an increase of sensitivity to the areas uncovered. I am holding on by a very thin string. What I want is to taste you, feel you pulsing around my fingers...but first...I have to...remove...the wax.

My tongue peeks at you from the corner of my mouth as I finish removing the last little bit.

Pretty Witchling...

No more words now...my mouth goes back to tasting your flesh...my hand glides downward until I can feel your moisture against my cupped palm. I want....I move suddenly, striking snake fast, catching your mouth, your moan, as my index finger snakes it's way inside. My thumb caresses the hardened little nubbin of flesh hidden in your folds, the nails flicking it quickly, begging a response.

You are heat and wetness. I want...but not until you ask. Another finger...joining the movement, inside...slow, very slow...in complete counterpoint to the nail that flicks and tickles your little button....my voice is husky...yearning...

What now, sweet Witchling? What do you see now?

 

[Britwitch]

I fidget a little as the wax is removed, the skin beneath tingling as the air touches it, making a soft whimper leave my lips as my nipples throb as a result

Pretty Witchling...

My hips rise ever so slightly as your hand moves to rest upon my sex. The face in the mirror is desperate, needy...
Then your face obscures my view, my mouth mashed against yours, the whimpered yelp as your finger moves inside me and your thumb begins to torment my clit are swallowed by your mouth.
My hands form fists, my arms taut against the silk, as my sex ripples around your finger. My thighs tremble and shake as my clit thrums beneath your thumb.

Oh...oh god...

The words escape in between your kisses, hips trying to rise up from the table as a second finger glides inside me. My sex clutching greedily, trying to draw your fingers deeper.

What now, sweet Witchling? What do you see now?

I...I see...

I force my eyes to focus on the image in the mirror and not on the delicious torment between my thighs

I see a girl who wishes she had come here sooner...who doesn't want to leave...who wants you taste her as much as she wants to taste you...

My voice hungry and almost pleading as I writhe on the table, the silks holding me down but my desire obvious as I beg softly

...please...please don't stop...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Words...you give me words...erotic and hot and needy. I am smiling. That slow kind of "Ah-ha, I have got you now" grin.

Please don't stop? You want to taste me? Not today sweet Witchling...but if you are a very good girl...Mouth to your ear You will, one day...

Another kiss, tongues tangling while my fingers slowly drive you out of your mind. And then, all at once, I stop. My mouth curving into a slow seductive grin...

Would you like to come for me? Hmm? Would you give me the pleasure of tasting you?

 

[Britwitch]

You will, one day...

My groan of response melts into another kiss, my mouth surrendering willingly to yours, lips and tongue trying to capture yours but losing the beautiful battle all too easily. My body trembling as your fingers continue to push me steadily towards the abyss then a whimper as it all ceases. The touching, the kissing all vanish and I can't help but whine.

Would you like to come for me? Hmm? Would you give me the pleasure of tasting you?

Please, oh yes please...please let me come for you...I want nothing more than for you to taste just how you've affected me...

My blue eyes are wide and fixed on your dark depths as they hover over my face. Glancing over your lips and shuddering as my mind imagines those plump, sensual cushions over my skin, against my sex...

Please...please let me...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A slow smile...and then I aim to make us both happier. I move to the bottom of the massage table and climb up, settling myself between your spread thighs. My own sex is twitching steadily...and I hope that the excitement does not push me over the abyss until you go....

Slowly...I spread you open, exposing your clit to my eyes and greedy mouth...you look succulent and there is a happy groan as I move to cover that bit of flesh, my tongue flicking out quickly...once and again. I move to get comfortable, giving myself leverage to return my fingers to your warm depths.

Soon enough, you feel the steady flicking of a pointed tongue swirling over that bit of flesh, two fingers moving in rhythm, going deep and then pulling away...almost a tease...a stopping...a whisper

Give me what I want...and don't look away from your face....

And then I get down to work...hand and tongue and mouth and teeth working in conjunction...driving you, feeling your body tremble...hearing greedy little cries....

 

[Britwitch]

I watch you move away, feeling you settle between my legs. A whimper as I feel fingers parting my lips and then the fleeting warmth of your tongue. Hips bucking upwards as much as the bonds allow, then again as you touch me once more.

Then everything else fades away and I am aware of is the sensation of your mouth and hands expertly manipulating my sex, my body...slowly but surely taking me to the places you want me to visit...

Give me what I want...and don't look away from your face....

I do as I'm told.
My slightly hazy eyes focusing on the mirror and the image of my face. Watching as my mouth forms an 'o' of pleasure and delight, my cheeks flushed, eyes bright. I can see the peaks of my breasts rising and falling with increasing speed somewhere beyond my face.

A long steady flow of whimpered cries and pleadings leave my lips as my sex clenches tighter and tighter around your probing fingers, covering your hand and mouth with proof of my arousal...if it were needed...my thighs growing wetter as my clit throbs with ever increasing intensity. The smell of sex is in the air, raw and needy.

I know it won't be long before the ability to resist the climax that is rapidly building inside me is gone.

Oh my...oh my, please...that feels so...so wonderful...I...

I watch my face begging while my words are directed at you...breaking off into a long wanton cry as my sex tingles and shudders beneath you

...I...I'm so close...so close...please...please let me...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Stopping, whispering heatedly between your thighs....

Come then, sweet Witch, give me what I want...

Returning to my appointed job, tongue tip flickering quickly, fingers deep, rotating against the inner ridge just inside your wetness, Knuckles rubbing...back and forth. My own body's release is so close...but I want what I want...and I must have it now.

 

[Britwitch]

Come then, sweet Witch, give me what I want...

You have barely finished speaking when the world explodes around me. My eyes are focused on the mirror but my vision is filled with stars.

My hips buck lewdly up towards your face as I climax, hard. My sex tight around your fingers, clit on fire beneath your tongue.

The sounds and noises leaving my mouth are almost animalistic, fingers flexing and closing, arms once again taut against the silks, as are my legs.

As my reflection swims back into focus and the world comes back to surround me I can see my face beaded with sweat, eyes a little glassy and lips parted as my shallow breathing fights to return to something akin to normalcy. The face of a woman who has almost drowned in pleasure

...th-thank you...

I manage to murmur huskily

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Husky laughter, before I slide upward to taste your mouth...body disappearing as the real world begins to tug me away...

Thank you, Witchling...