Chapter 3: Chapter 3
He touched her soft perky breast from behind pressing is hard strong frame as she watched the rain outside the cave.
He cupped it with one massive paw-like hand, the warm soft flesh spilling over the thick dark fur which ran up his arm. She felt the contrast of his course bristles against the smooth skin of her stomach as his clawed fingers made small circles around her nipple. It hardened immediately under his touch.
Evelyn gasped, leaning back against his broad chest which rose and fell with slow steady breaths. The sound of rain on the stone roof was hypnotic, the perfect backdrop to the slow exploration of his other hand sliding down her torso, his claws lightly tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She widened her stance without thinking, her body already responding to the promise of what was coming.pressing her large round ass into his already hard massive member through his clothes "You like that?" he growled, his breath hot against her ear, the tip of one sharp fang grazing her lobe.
She nodded, biting her lip as his fingers finally found the slick heat between her thighs. "Fuck," he hissed when he felt how wet she was, his other hand squeezing her breast harder, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
The first finger he pushed inside her made her cry out, her back arching, her ass grinding back against him instinctively. "So tight," he rumbled against her neck, his hips beginning to rock against her in slow, deliberate rolls that made his cock press even harder against her ass through the fabric of his pants.
The friction was maddening, the thickness of him an ever-present promise between them. "Fuck, you’re perfect like this. Spread open for me, trembling, just begging to be ruined."
She whimpered, her nails digging into the thick fur of his forearm, her thighs already trembling from the way he was working his fingers inside her. He curled them just right, hitting that spot that made her vision blur.
“Oh my—fuck—” Her words dissolved into a broken moan as her head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth falling open in a silent scream.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. "That’s it, love. Let me hear you.
I want to hear what I do to you."
The pressure built quickly, relentless and overpowering. He crooked his fingers inside her, dragging a gasping cry from her throat that echoed off the stone walls.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he growled, his voice raw with lust. His thumb found her swollen clit, pressing down in slow, firm circles that made her hips jerk wildly. The dual sensations—his fingers deep inside and his thumb working her—drove her to the edge faster than she could handle.
“Alistair—” She managed, her voice trembling, her body winding tighter and tighter. She was shaking, her breath coming in sharp bursts.
One of her hands shot back, fingers tangling in the thick fur of his forearm before slipping down to grip his thigh, nails biting into muscle. The other hand flew to his head, clawed fingers threading through the dark mane of hair, anchoring herself against the onslaught.
“Come,” he commanded, voice a rough purr in her ear. “Now.”
And she did.
The orgasm tore through her with a violence that stole her breath. Her back arched violently, spine bending almost unnaturally as she cried out, a raw, guttural sound that echoed off the cave walls. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers, pulsing violently around them as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Evelyn felt herself grow even wetter, the slick sound of his hand working between her thighs echoing around the cavernous space. He growled low and deep against her neck as he felt her throbbing, "Good fucking girl", his voice rough with approval. He never stopped working her through the orgasm, extending each shuddering tremor until she was whimpering, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
Alistair withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his muzzle before licking them clean with a slow, deliberate stroke of his long tongue that made Evelyn's knees buckle.