Wolven Den

I come wandering into my abode, my feet soundless on the carpet. I will invite my Muse here. The Refuge is not what I need right now. My toys, my pleasures are here. And this is where I want her.
 
*Fleet steps carry me to her Den, drawn at her bidding. I hesitate at the entrance for a brief second then step inside.

My eyes seek her out, my breath catching in my throat as my pulse begins to race*
 
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wanders in quietly...long, green silk nightgown, barefoot...curling up sideways in the big comfy chair, feet dangling over the arm
 
A wide wicked grin for my Goddess before my eyes find my Muse. I am unsure how my face appears but my heart is beating~loud, hard, fast.

I asked the Gutter Goddess to join us. She will be watching. I want you to get used to having her around. This is the first step toward what I want for the three of us, soon.

I step out of my jeans, lose the black tee, kick off the boots. I stand there in tiny black panties and a matching bra, my eyes devouring her.

Remove your clothing, my Muse and then unlock my door. You do have your key, yes?
 
*Low in my stomach something tightens and trembles. My gaze darts to the form draped across the comfy chair and then back to Luna, watching hungrily as each article of clothing is removed.

I swallow hard, her words playing over in my mind. The tip of my tongue plays over my lower lip as I contemplate all they imply.


Without speaking I reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. Silvery hair swings free, waves bouncing around bare shoulders. Jeans are slipped down over hips, followed by other pieces of cloth until I stand before her wearing nothing but a small silver key on a fine chain.

Bare feet pad silently to the locked door, hands slipping the chain over my head as I walk. Back held straight I take a deep breath, seeking calm, and insert the key into the lock.

The clicking of the tumblers as I unlock the door seem loud to my heightened senses. I glance back over my shoulder, hand resting on smooth wood.
 
I hear my GG's quiet cursing and know that the RW has taken her away. I sigh imwardly but shake of the melancholy. There will be other times. I want it to be so and it will be so.

My eyes watch as my Muse in all her pale glory strips and moves to unlock the playroom. It has been far too long since she has been here. I need to remind her of the attachment we share, the bonds that tie us. This is the place to do that.

her eyes catch mine. She looks wary.


Inside, sweetest Muse. Stand by the foot of my bed, hands on the back of your neck, legs hip distance apart.
 
yes, my Wolf...

*Ice blue eyes dart around the room as I step inside. Memories flash through my mind, tingles moving over my skin and causing gooseflesh to rise, small pale nipples hardening almost painfully.

Stepping quickly to the foot of the bed I take up the position she wants me in...shoulders back, hands linked around the back of my neck beneath my hair, feet braced so that my legs are are parted.

I release a silent wish and stand watching the door, my body displayed and open for her pleasure*
 
She looks so good there. Her body open, lush, pale, sweet. I step inside my playroom and close the door quietly behind me. There is no need for noise. There is no rush. There is only this~this place, with this woman, at this time. I reach her side within a few strides and I stop, my eyes gazing intently.

She had forgotten, I think. It has been too long and she has forgotten.


Do you want a word, sweetness? Something that will save you if things become too much?
 
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*A thrill shoots through me at her words, in my heart I know I am safe with her and yet there is still the possibility...there is still some danger when one plays with the wolf in her.

Lips part to speak but no sound comes. I take a breath, swallow and try again. A word...something that will be out of place and alert her. For a moment I am tempted, but I know I am not ready to be without, no matter how deep my trust*


v-vanilla...I choose vanilla
 
Vanilla? It is perfect. It will tell me quickly that I have went too far. With no further ado, I step close and raise my head to press a kiss to her mouth.

I have never fucked you, my Muse. Not strapped up, bent you over and taken you until you cry. That is what I am going to do to you tonight.

A slow grin, lips quirking upward.

But first, I want to see my marks upon your skin. I want to see you flushed with pain and pleasure. Remember sandpaper and silk?

I move quickly, turning her away from me, bending her over my toy box, her butt in the air. I tug her hands down and have her brace them on the box lid. Her legs I kick further apart, looking for a spreader bar to keep her hobbled. I find one~ black with ankle cuffs and put it on her. She looks so pretty like that. A veritible feast for the mind. I laugh quietly and reach out, trailing nails down her spine.

Are you ready?
 
*Leaning into her kiss I feel her lips move against mine, hear her words. My eyes widen and I bite down hard on my bottom lip. Just words, her intention, have me already fighting back needy moans.

Sandpaper and silk…my pale flesh marked by her…I remember. I want this, need this. Need her.

My head spins and I find myself bent, displayed. The cuffs on my ankles feel strange, the bar keeping me from pulling my legs together if I tried. The realization of just how vulnerable it leaves me causes a flush to color my pale skin. She will know…she will see…she has barely touched me and already I know there will be wetness.

The scratch of nails has my spine arching. She asks if I am ready? She already knows…*


yes…
 
There are no more words. What else is there to say? I have told her what I want. I have asked her if she understands. She does. She knows. My left hand moves down between her thighs, feeling the first surge of wetness, of heat. She is scared and hot. Always a good combination.

Stepping away, I reach for my crop. I have decided I want to mark the flesh of her thighs and butt, The crop won't hurt overly much and will leave sweet little red marks behind. I take a few experimental swings, testing for flexibility and control. And then the first stroke kisses her skin


I think twenty, in various places. Tell me if it becomes too much.

And then I am gone, into that space where nothing exists except the supplicant before me and the sound of swishing and striking. Her skin marks well. Every few strikes finds my lips upon her, tongue out testing redness, soothing away pain. I can smell her now and long before the 20 strikes are finished, I see the glistening on her inner thighs.

Are you well?
 
*I hear the swish of the crop, the air parting for it…and then the sting.

A hiss of breath, fingers clawed against the top of her toybox, vision narrowing on nothing. My only focus is the anticipation of the next strike and the heat of her mouth easing the sting. The two begin to blend, the pain and the pleasure becoming one and the same.

I hear her question and my head nods in answer. Silvery hair hiding my face.

Tiny mewling sounds, barely audible, pass my lips. My hips move restlessly, the heat building inside me. I have no idea how many times her crop has fallen, I am lost in this place where there is only her…she is the pleasure and she is the pain*
 
She is gone. Her body heated, sensitive. I wrap one hand into her hair and tug until she looks at me. Her eyes are dazed, far seeing. This next bit won't hurt her, at all. That pleases me.

I pull until she is upright so that I can get into my toy box. I find the halter and a new toy that I purchased specifically for her~7.5 inches, dark blue, thick as my wrist. I smile slowly, waiting until she focuses on me and the toy.


I am going to put this on now.

I love my halter. It not only hooks around my waist but also connects around each thigh. A three piece, not two, and stronger than the other types. I position it so that it rides low and place the toy in it's spot. Small hands caress lube onto it's surface and then finally, I discard my bra. My eyes meet hers.

Back over the box, sweetness.
 
*An animal sound rumbles low in my chest as her hand in my hair moves me. My arms hang loosely at my sides, my chest heaving with each breath. Head lowered, molten eyes watch her every move.

The straps of the halter accent her skin, become a part of her. She is divine. I watch her, and on some level I know what she has in store for me…just what I need. To be taken by her, possessed by her.

I look into her eyes and a whispered sigh passes my lips. I bend and my hands once more find the top of the toybox. Knees bend slightly and my hips angle upward, offering myself to her…needy, wet and so very ready for her*
 
I press the tip to her entrance and push forward, slowly, not stopping until the toy, my own personal cock, is buried completely in wet, tight, heat. One hand goes to her hair, twining through it, the other grips her hip.

One finger on your clit, Muse of mine. Don't stop until you are ready to release. You may not cum, not unless you ask me.

No words. I pull out, to the end and slam forward. Again. In and out. Hammering forward with all of the power in my hips and lower back. She is moaning, low, wordless, one hand attempting t o hold her up as I ravage her. I tighten my grip in her hair, nails cut into the flesh of her hip. My lower body swivels slightly, stretching her inner walls. In. Out. Again. Over and over. I wait for her. I know she will ask. Soon. In. Out. Again.
 
*Her cock stretches me, fills me, draws a long moan from my lips that becomes a sharp gasp. I tilt my head back to ease the pull on my hair then drop it forward to feel it again. My muscles tighten around the toy, not wanting to lose this connection to her…and yet…I need more.

I hear her command, and begin to shake. A pale hand snakes down between my thighs, long fingers slipping easily through wetness to find my clit…hard and proud and sensitive. I roll it beneath a fingertip, eyes closing at the pleasure and then she begins…

Each hard thrust elicits a sharp cry, my knees brace against the side of the toybox and my hips push back to meet her. As she moves so does my own hand, rubbing my clit in time as she takes me...hard…slamming into my body…again…

My back arches high, my thighs strain to close and cannot, tears drip onto the wooden lid beneath me and I finally find my voice…*


Please…I…I need to…

*Another wordless cry, hips jerking hard against her as I struggle to hold off until she gives the word*

please let me cum…for you
 
I hear her and toy with the notion of saying no. But I don't want to, not really. I am on the brink myself. Releasing her hair, I grab her other hip and begin a fast, pounding fuck. My voice is low, husky, demanding.

Cum then, my pretty one.

My own body spasms, releases, but I keep going. I want to hear her scream.
 
*She takes me by surprise…harder, faster…my body jerks forward each time she slams into me. The finger on my clit moves in time, muscles grip around her cock tighter.

A scream is torn from deep in my chest as she gives me what I have to have…her command.

My hand slips from the lid of the toybox, my elbow catching and supporting my upper body. I cannot see, I struggle to catch a breath in a broken sob, and still my body spasms fighting to find calm*
 
I hear her~the scream echoing round my play room. With quick movements, I disengage and drop to my knees behind her, mouth going unerringly to her cunt, long tongue snaking out to taste her juices. Fingers fumble with the cuff fastenings, tossing the spreader bar out of the way.

I stand and remove the halter harness that holds my toy in place, slipping it down and off, kicking off my panties as well. Finally I am as mother naked as she is. Hands stroke her back, soothing her, bringing her down, bringing her home, returning her to NOW.


Come to the bed, my Muse. Let me hold you.
 
*Another, softer, cry as she kneels behind me. The pleasure still so intense it borders pain and yet makes me crave her all the more.

She leads me, the bed so soft, welcoming my trembling body. I can feel each thread of the cool sheets against my marked skin.

Tear darkened lashes lower to hide my eyes as I curl in on myself. I focus on her voice, her warmth, her scent. A hand reaches toward her, a fine tremor giving me away. I need to touch her*


Luna…my Wolf…
 
Strong arms align us, pulling her tight to me, holding on as if I am scared that she will fly apart. Her voice, so soft, so shaky. This is why I never do that to her, with her. I want her so badly, in so many ways...but I pace myself. I pace us. Because sometimes the intensity is too much.

Hands stroke her skin, tears and sweat, dry on my face, on my skin. She is mine...and I am hers. At least for now, right here.


I am here, my Muse. Like always. Whenever you need me. I am here.
 
*Snuggling close I lay my head on her shoulder, my face pressed to her neck. Slowly my breathing returns to normal, my pulse to its proper pace. Hesitant fingertips brush lightly over her skin, tracing upward to rest over her heart. I smile as I feel the rhythmic beat.

My lips press against her neck, the tip of my tongue braving out to taste the salt of her skin. A shiver of delight passes through me. I am a greedy creature.

Lifting my head I look up into her face, eyes still shimmering with all that has passed between us*


You are a wonder to me, my Wolf…
 
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