Chapter 2: Building Tension
The scent of blooming jasmine filled the air around John and Mary's modest bungalow, a gentle breeze wafting through the living room's open windows. Soft beams of sunlight played on the comfortable furniture and cozy decorations, casting long, dancing shadows along the walls. Photo frames littered the shelves, showcasing years of cherished memories and love shared between the couple.
John sat on the plush couch, staring blankly at the television screen as Mary entered the room.
Dressed in loose-fitting pants and a baggy sweater, Mary looked every bit the person she had been before her transformation. Gone were the definition and tone that had replaced her feminine curves; gone was the thick, swollen appendage between her legs.
Mary caught John's gaze and smiled softly. "Hey," she offered, settling down next to him on the couch. Her tone was gentle, just like John remembered.
He returned her smile timidly, unsure of what to say or how to feel.
A whirlwind of confusion whipped through his mind, yet he knew that he loved her, in all her evolving forms. "How do you feel?" he asked tentatively.
She sighed deeply and leaned her head against his shoulder. "Tired. I've been researching all day." Her finger traced an invisible pattern on the back of his hand. "Some days I'm not sure how I feel about all this, you know? But... I still feel like me. And you...
you've been amazing. You've loved me despite all the changes and that means the world to me."
John wrapped his arm around her, feeling the warmth of her body next to his. "Mary, I love you, and I'll always be here for you. There's nothing in this world that would change that fact."
Mary leaned in closer, resting her head on John's shoulder. The room was filled with comforting silence, punctured only by the occasional sounds of birds chirping outside the window.
The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, a testament to Mary's efforts to create a homely atmosphere.
Mary's hand began to wander down John's chest, heading towards his waist. She gave him a knowing look, a glint in her eye as she began to unbuckle his belt.
"Mary, what are you doing?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mary smiled coyly at him.
"What does it look like I'm doing, John?"
Her hand slipped beneath his boxers and found his already hardening cock. She gripped it firmly, causing a low moan to escape John's lips.
Mary leaned in close to his ear, her breath hot on his skin. "I want you, John. I want to feel you inside me again."
She didn't have to ask twice. John's hands went to work, hurriedly removing her clothes as she continued to stroke him firmly.
With a growl, Mary pushed John onto the bed, mounting him swiftly, her new cock standing proudly between her slender legs.
"Fuck, Mary, you're beautiful," John gasped as she sank onto him, their connection instantaneous and electric.
Mary admittedly felt a feeling of empowerment as she took control of their lovemaking, teasing him mercilessly as she ground herself against him, the head of her cock bumping directly against his prostate.
He could feel each wave of pleasure ripple through her, and each one threatened to push him over the edge.
"Mary, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, desperately trying to hold back the wave of orgasmic bliss that threatened to drown him. He dug his fingers into the soft skin of her hips, urging her onward, even as he knew it could be the end of him.
"Do it, John. I want to feel you cum inside me," she growled, her voice barely above a whisper.
With a feral snarl, Mary leaned down and crushed her lips against John's, devouring his moans as she slammed herself down on his aching length. She broke away and took in the sight of him, panting as sweat dripped down his forehead and splattered onto his abs.
Mary's new cock throbbed, and she reached down to caress her own shaft. John's eyes followed her movements, entranced, as she started to stroke herself in rhythm with her thrusts.
Watching her touch herself, he felt a renewed surge of pleasure from their lovemaking.
"Fuck, John," she growled, biting her bottom lip as her hand moved faster. "I'm gonna cum so hard."
The sight of his wife, stroking herself off while fully impaled on his cock, pushed John over the edge. He let out a guttural roar, pushing deep into her as he came hard and long.
Both of their bodies trembled, sweat-slicked flesh pressed together in a tangle of limbs.
"Oh fuck, Mary, I'm cumming," he groaned, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he spilled himself deep inside her. It triggered Mary's own orgasm, and with a gasp she let go, her muscles spasming wildly as she came.
Her cock pulsed and jerked, sending streams of hot, sticky cum spurting into John, and he could feel her pleasure wash over him.
They lay there, catching their breaths and smiling dreamily at each other. John's hands roamed over Mary's sweat-slicked body, feeling the taut muscles and the familiar curves of her breasts.
He loved how she felt beneath his touch, powerful yet graceful. They lay there for what seemed like hours, simply basking in each other's presence.
Mary finally broke the silence.
"John, I have to tell you something," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.
"I...I think I'm falling in love with you all over again."
John's heart leapt at her words. "Really?" he asked, amazed and touched by her confession.
Mary nodded, her eyes shining with emotion. "I know it may seem strange, given everything that's happened, but our transformation has only brought us closer together. I see you, John, and I see the man I fell in love with all those years ago.
And somehow, despite all the changes, I love you even more than I ever thought possible."
Tears filled John's eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he pulled her into a fierce embrace. "Mary, I love you too. I love who you've become and I want to support you however I can. It feels like we're stronger together than ever."
"We are, John. We're unstoppable," Mary agreed with a gleaming smile, wiping away his tears with her thumb.
"We've faced obstacles no one else ever could, and we're still going strong. You've always been my rock, and now I want to be yours too."
John nodded gratefully, feeling warmth spread through him. His love for Mary had grown stronger than ever, and he knew that they would face whatever life threw at them together.
Over the next few weeks, their lives took on a new rhythm. Mary continued to undergo transformations, her body gradually evolving into something inhuman and exotic, yet still undeniably her.
John watched her with fascination and awe, both afraid and captivated by her changing form. Despite the strangeness of her evolution, John could not deny that he was deeply drawn to her in a way that was beyond physical attraction.
One evening, as they lay entwined in bed after making love, Mary looked at him with a misty gaze. "I have something to tell you," she whispered.
"Tell me, Mary."
She took a deep breath.
"I think... I think I might be becoming something different. Something... otherworldly, perhaps."
John looked at her, his face a mask of concern and confusion. "What do you mean, Mary?"
Mary hesitated. "I've noticed certain... changes over the past few months. My body, it's growing stronger, and... and I can feel something inside me, changing. Changing me into something I can't quite understand."
John stared at her in shock. "Are you serious?"
"Yes, John.
I'm becoming something more than just a human. I don't know exactly what it is, but I can sense it. I can feel it in my bones, and I can see it in the changes to my body."
John took a deep breath, struggling to process the information she had just shared with him. He was afraid, but at the same time, he couldn't deny the sense of excitement that bubbled up inside him. "What do you need from me, Mary?" he asked finally.
"Just your love and support, John," Mary replied, taking his hand in hers.
"That's all I've ever needed. And perhaps some guidance if you're willing to offer it."
John nodded, his mind racing with questions and possibilities. "Of course, Mary. I want to help you in any way I can. But what do you think this... transformation... means? Do you have any idea what you're becoming?"
Mary shook her head, a small, nervous smile on her lips. "No, not really. But I know that I won't let it consume me. I won't let it change who I am at my core, John.
I don't know what will happen, but I trust myself to navigate this new path. And I trust you too, John, to support me and help me along the way."
John felt a surge of love and pride wash over him at Mary's words. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, whispering, "You can always count on me, Mary. I will stand by you, no matter what."
Days turned into weeks, and the reality of Mary's transformation began to settle in. They spent countless hours discussing her evolving form and considering the potential implications.
Mary's research mostly led to dead ends, as she investigated the possibility of supernatural or paranormal influences on her body. John, on the other hand, found more intrigue in examining the physical and biological transformations occurring within her. Together they wrestled with the unfolding truth, seeking solace in each other and the love that bound them tighter than ever.
As Mary's body continued to adapt, so did their relationship. John willingly embraced the role of the submissive, finding immense pleasure and satisfaction in catering to Mary's growing desires and needs.
He found joy in nurturing her, and the opportunity to help her navigate these uncharted waters made their relationship stronger than ever. When Mary took on her new, fierce appearance, John could sense her growing power.
But what he saw in Mary was not intimidating; rather, it was captivating. Her new, werewolf-like features made her even more gorgeous in John's eyes, and the way she dominated him during their lovemaking brought him indescribable desire and longing.
"You're still so strong, Mary," John whispered as he gazed at her, admiration evident in his voice. "It's amazing. I feel so small next to you."
Mary's features softened at his words. She ran a hand through her furry hair and flashed him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, John. I'll always take care of you, even if things get tough.
I promise."
Mary nodded, with a tinge of sadness in her eyes. "I know, John. That's why I love you so much. You've always been there for me, no matter what."
John leaned in and wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her new form radiate through him. "I'm not going anywhere, Mary. I'll be by your side every step of the way."
The night air was crisp as they stepped out into their backyard, the moon casting a soft glow over the landscape.
John pulled a heavy quilt from the linen closet and wrapped it snugly around their shoulders. They sat down in the soft grass, Mary resting her head on John's chest as they looked up at the sky.
"I never imagined that any of this could happen to us," John murmured. "But I wouldn't change a thing. You're still the woman I fell in love with, Mary. I just wish I could understand what's happening to you."
Mary sighed deeply. "I know. And I can't blame you for being confused.
I'm just as bewildered as you are, if not more so. But I do know one thing for sure."
"What's that?" John asked with a hopeful quiver in his voice.
"I know that I love you, and I always will. No matter what happens, no matter how strange or scary the world gets, I'm grateful that we found each other. We were meant to be together, John. And I believe that with every ounce of my being."
John clasped her hand tighter, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"I love you, too, Mary. And no matter what happens, no matter how strange things get, I'll always be by your side.
Mary smiled faintly and leaned her head back down on John's chest. Together, they watched the night sky until their eyelids grew heavy and they drifted off to sleep beneath the stars.
That night proved to be a turning point for the couple. Mary continued to undergo her transformation, but she also began to accept her newfound identity with more grace and ease.
John watched her closely, eager to help her navigate this strange and mysterious journey. He marveled at her resilience and adaptability, knowing that he could learn much from her.
Over the following weeks, their relationship deepened in ways neither could have anticipated. They experimented with new sexual positions and role-play scenarios, both finding immense pleasure and satisfaction in these new explorations.
Moreover, Mary became increasingly dominant in their relationship, reveling in the power she now wielded. John, on the other hand, felt a surprising sense of contentment and peace in submitting to her.
He reveled in the thrill of being dominated by his beloved wife and her rapidly changing body.
Their lovemaking was filled with electric energy, both physical and emotional, as they delved deeper into each other's desires.
One day, Mary approached John with a mischievous glint in her eye. "I have an idea," she said, holding up a pair of handcuffs. "Have you ever tried bondage?"
A flood of heat washed over John at the very suggestion, but he couldn't find the words to respond.
Instead, he swallowed hard, nodding silently in agreement.
Mary's eyes lit up, and she wasted no time in grabbing the handcuffs. She moved quickly, her movements smooth and deliberate. John found himself seized by sudden anxiety, but there was no denying he found the notion thrilling, his cock betraying him with a stiffening in response to the thought of being bound.
Mary knelt down before him, taking her time to affix the cuffs to his wrists. Her hands were warm and firm as they brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
The heavy plushness of the cuffs clamped around his wrists, locking into place with a soft click.
"Are you ready, John?" Mary asked, her voice taking on a sultry tone.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the situation press down onto him. He nodded again, part of him wondering if he was truly prepared for what was to come.
Mary guided him gently back onto their bed, the soft covers brushing against his skin. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she crawled over him, the power dynamic between them shifting in an instant.
John couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness as he watched her move, but he was also acutely aware of the ache in his groin and the heat spreading across his body.
"Remember, you can stop this at any time," Mary murmured soothingly, her gentle touch contrasting with the unexpected dominance she now exuded. "You can safe word if it becomes too much for you."
In response, John nodded vigorously.
"Okay," he said, his voice barely audible as he struggled to find the courage to go through with this experience.
Mary read the apprehension in his eyes and leaned in close to whisper soothingly in his ear.
"Just relax. I'm here for you, John. You're safe."
Her warm breath on his neck sent a thrill down his spine, and he felt his heart rate quicken in anticipation.
Mary's lips curved into a knowing smile as she flicked her tongue over the shell of his ear, and he couldn't help but gasp at the unexpected sensations that coursed through him.
In one swift motion, Mary straddled John's hips, pinning his arms above his head and pressing her body close to his, leaving him no doubt of the new power dynamic between them.
As she held him there, at her mercy, John felt an unfamiliar blend of fear and excitement.
Part of him fought against her dominance, screaming silent protests as a previously unknown submissive streak within him surfaced. Yet another part of him welcomed the sensation, a newfound pleasure in giving himself over to Mary completely.
Mary whispered keenly on his skin as she knelt above him, her words trailing husky promises and tinges of control.
"Do you trust me, John?"
He answered with fervor, "More than anything, Mary. More than I have ever trusted anyone."
"Good," she murmured, then trailed her lips over his chest and abs, tasting the sweat and skin she had so long been familiar with. "Do you remember our first time together, John?" she asked, her voice a dreamy haze of nostalgia.
"How could I forget?" John murmured, barely able to breathe. "You'd just graduated, and I picked you up from your apartment with flowers and a bottle of your favorite wine."
"Yes," she breathed, her lips close to his ear; her breath warm and inviting. "You set the music up and we danced together in my living room. I was wearing this dress that you loved. It was red and fitted and showed off my legs."
John swallowed hard as he remembered the way she'd looked that night.
"Yes, I remember."
"Do you remember what we did next?" She asked, as she began kissing him deeply, her body pressing harder against his, their legs entangled in their passion.
John's mind immediately flashed back to that night. "You took me upstairs to your bedroom," he said, breathless. "And undressed me slowly. It was the first time..."
"Yes," Mary interrupted as she broke away from their kiss, her hands now gripping his shoulders. "The first time we made love."
John nodded, unable to find his voice.
His cock was aching, pressing against his underwear, desperate for release.
But Mary wasn't done.
"I remember everything about that night, John. I remember how your hands felt on my body, how your lips tasted, how-," she leaned in so close that her lips brushed against his ear, "how your cock felt inside me."
John swallowed hard. His heart was pounding in his chest like a war drum, desire flooding through him.
"Mary, please," he choked out, bucking his hips slightly to try and find some relief, to try and quell some of the intense ache in his cock.
Mary chuckled hungrily at his plea before she slithered back down his body, her fingers tracing patterns across his chest and abs.
"Oh, I intend to, John. I promise you that."
She unfastened the button and unzipped the fly of his jeans, freeing his straining erection.
Her lips curved in a wicked grin at the sight of it, stiff and hot against her palm. Mary wasted no time, taking him into her mouth in one swift movement that caused a primal groan to tumble from his lips.
"Fuck, Mary," John hissed, his body tense and trembling beneath her touch.
She moved on him slowly, building up a delicious rhythm, her head bobbing in a hypnotic way as she sucked and teased him.
With each stroke of her mouth, she applied just the right amount of pressure. Mary took him deep into her throat, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as he felt the back of her throat tense.
John shuddered with pleasure and groaned, his fingers clenching involuntarily in the sheets beneath him. He couldn't hold back the string of curse words that tumbled from his lips.
"Jesus Christ, Mary," he hissed through gritted teeth.
"You feel amazing."
She hummed her approval and doubled her efforts, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through his veins.
His hips bucked, thrusting himself deeper into the hot, wet heaven of her mouth. Her saliva glistened on his shaft, making it slick and slippery with every stroke.
John had never felt so wanted, so needed, as he did right now. With Mary's lips stretched around his cock, he felt completely consumed by her.
Each flick of her tongue and suck of her mouth sent electric shocks of pleasure through his body.
John's hips bucked with each thrust into her mouth. He could feel every contour of her mouth, every silky wet inch. His breathing became ragged, his chest rising and falling in time with his erratic movements.
"Fuck, Mary," he grunted, his balls tightening with impending release. "I'm going to cum."
She redoubled her efforts, pushing him to the edge, where his cock throbbed and pulsed.
Mary knew what was coming. She took him deeper into her mouth and massaged his balls gently, knowing that small gesture would send him soaring.
With a final, desperate cry, John came with the force of a dam bursting - stars exploding behind his eyelids as rope after thick rope of hot semen poured from his cock, down Mary's willing throat, the taste salty and musky.
And still she sucked, determined to take every last drop. Starved for it. Needing it.
Breathing hard, John released Mary from his grasp.
She sat back on her heels, a glistening trickle of semen trails down her ample breasts and grazing her stomach as she withdrew from his mouth.
"Holy shit, Mary," John whispered, wetting his lips and watching as she licked willingly from her fingertips.
Mary's eyes sparkled, shimmering with a delight at her dominant prowess.
"Now, lamb," she crooned, her voice dripping with cupidity. "I want to see how you taste with the heightened intensity of our special gifts."
She slowly climbed onto the mattress, crawling towards John's prone form until she straddled his chest. Her eyes were focused, nearly amorous, and her pupils dilated. Her breasts heaved with each labored breath, her cupid bow lips pursed in concentration.
John's heart lodged in his throat as he witnessed the sight before him.
Mary, the woman he loved, straddled his chest with a newfound authority, her eyes wild with desire and hunger. Her breasts bounced slightly with her movement, and her nipples were erect and tight. He could feel the heat of her pussy, just inches from his face, and his cock stirred in response.
"John," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Do you trust me?"
He hesitated for a brief moment, though he knew that in his heart, he would always surrender to her. He nodded slowly, his voice thick when he finally answered.
"Yes, I trust you."
She smiled, a wild look in her eyes that he couldn't quite decipher. "Good."
With one swift movement, she leaned down and pressed her mouth to his, her tongue delving deep into his mouth. He met her passion-fueled kiss with equal intensity, reaching up to tangle his hands in her hair.
As they kissed, Mary shifted her position and slowly impaled herself on John's cock, both of them groaning at the delicious sensation of it.
She had always loved riding him, and he loved watching her, but this was different now. They were different. She was the dominant one, and he was the submissive, and both of them reveled in it.
Mary rocked her hips back and forth, taking her time as she ground down onto him. She could feel her cock swelling with need, and she glanced down at John to see him watching her with pure devotion on his face. She wrapped one hand around her own shaft and started stroking it roughly, feeling her orgasm build deep inside her.
She could feel her knot swelling, growing thicker and more insistent with every passing second.
"Fuck, I'm so close," she moaned, breaking their kiss long enough to let the words escape her lips.
John looked up at her, watching her face as she brought herself to the edge of orgasm. He could see the pleasure written all over her face, the way her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted. He could hear the shallow, panting breaths that escaped her as she worked herself closer and closer to climax.
The muscles in her arms tightened, and her hands moved faster and faster on her own shaft.
John's own cock was at full attention, pulsating with each movement of Mary's hips. Her pussy clenched around him, milking him as she rocked her body again and again onto his member.
"Oh God, John," she cried out, her knot burrowing deeply into his ass as she came.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her, echoing the same feelings he'd experienced moments before.
Her knot swelled within him, filling him completely, and he could feel every pulse of her ejaculation deep inside him.
"Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good," John grunted, unable to contain the dirty words that tumbled from his lips.
Mary cried out at the sensation of her own release, but she didn't stop. She let go of her cock and gripped onto John's shoulders instead. Leaning over him, her breasts pressed against his chest and their bodies grew slick with perspiration as they strained together in mutual climax.
Mary's hips continued to rock in slow, languid circles, milking John's cock as she rode him, as Mary's powerful orgasm subsided, she started to softly whimper behind parted lips, words of filthy ecstasy coming freely.
"God, yes. Shit, yes. Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good, John.
Your cock, you feel so good inside me," Mary moaned, clutching the sheets and pushing back onto him. "You're knot is so deep in my ass."
John grunted, thrusting up into her with the last of his strength. "Fuck, I can feel it, Mary. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock." He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her backward, driving deeper and harder into her as his hips bucked with every thrust. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, squeezing and massaging his hard length as she rode him.
"You're so fucking tight, Mary," John grunted, the pleasure making his voice deep and gravelly. "I can feel your ass swallowing my cock whole."
Mary released a low growl, her eyes half-lidded and full of desire. "And you love it, don't you?" she taunted huskily.
The challenge in her voice only made him harder. He couldn't help but thrust up into her, meeting each one of her movements with his own.
"Yes, I fucking love it," he groaned, feeling the pleasure building within him once again.
Mary's body moved like a well-oiled machine, her hips rolling and grinding against John's pelvis. She leaned back further, allowing her cock to press deeper into his ass, filling him to the brim. She cried out with each thrust, the sensation of their intimate connection driving her wild.
"You're mine now," Mary growled, pressing her hands down onto John's chest as she rode him harder.
"Submit to me," she demanded, biting her lip violently.
John moved his head to the side, baring his throat. "I am yours, sweetheart. Take whatever you want."
With a triumphant snarl, Mary drove forward, gripping John's length tightly with her anal muscles, causing him to arch his back in pure ecstasy.
"Holy fuck, Mary! You feel incredible!" he shouted, resisting the urge to buck his hips as she pumped herself onto him with increased aggression.
Mary, lost in her own pleasure, continued to thrust down onto him, her breathing becoming shallower and shallower.
"Yes, yes, yesss," she chanted. "You're mine. You're all mine now."
John could feel the orgasm rising from the depths of his being as Mary continued her relentless assault on his cock. The room around them faded into obscurity, and all he could see were her bouncing breasts and heaving chest.
Her hips ground down on him as she chased her pleasure, that wildness in her eyes, that utter lust and need for him.
"Fuck, yes. You feel amazing inside me," she hissed, hands roaming down to grip at his hips, nails digging deep as she yanked him up into her body.
It didn't take long before a second orgasm ripped through her, causing her muscles to clench and spasm around him. He arched beneath her, crying out as he came again with a guttural moan.
Mary looked down between their intertwined bodies, exploring the way her glistening seed mixed with John's, creating a creamy, pulsing mess across his chest and abs.
"Fucking hell," John rasped, catching his breath. "I've never-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence, as Mary cut him off with a hungry, purposeful growl. She bit him hard on the shoulder, and with a strength that belied her dainty appearance, she slammed him back onto the mattress.
"Oh, I know you haven't, lamb. But trust me when I say, this is just the beginning."
Her voice was an animalistic growl, full of promises of carnal delights.
Mary held him down roughly, his legs pinned under her muscular thighs, hands exploring the curves of his torso.
Her erect nipples brushed against his chest, igniting pinpricks of sensation throughout John's body.
Mary's grip tightened on his hips, her movements fluid and graceful as her cock twitched against his own.
"Please, Mary," John begged, backing her against the cooling tile of the shower wall. "I need you now. I need to feel you again."
Her eyes burned with a wild fire as she simply nodded in agreement, sealing her lips over his for a heart-pounding kiss that stole his breath away.
His body responded with a shiver, his cock springing to life beneath the damp cloth of his pajama pants.
Mary pulled away slightly, breaking the kiss with a whispered promise that left him gasping for air. "Oh, John, I'm going to make you scream tonight."
John could only nod, his racing heart pounding in his chest as the need to submit to her control grew stronger. He knew, without question, that this was what he wanted, needed even.
To feel her dominance, her power over him. To become her submissive, to give up control and lose himself in her feral embrace.
As Mary's grip tightened, John felt his resolve crumble beneath her touch. His body, which had been rigid with pent-up desire just moments ago, yielded to her will without protest.
With a savage growl, she pulled him forward until his back was flush against the tiled wall, her hot breath washing over him, making him shiver with anticipation.
Sparks of arousal coursed through John's veins as Mary pressed the length of her body against his.
"Please, Mary," he begged, his voice husky with need.
Her hand slid down to his cock, gripping it tightly and squeezing, eliciting a harsh groan from John's lips. A wicked grin spread across her face as she noticed the trembling of his thighs, her feral eyes gleaming with triumph.
With a swift movement, she drew her hand back before bringing it down against his ass with a loud slap. The sharp crack of flesh on flesh echoed through the room as John gasped, his eyes widening with shock and pleasure. She spanked him again and again, turning the soft, tender skin red as his hips bucked back into her palm, seeking more of the same pleasurable pain.
"You like that, lamb?" she cooed as she continued to spank him with relentless precision, drawing more gasps and groans from him.
The tension between them grew thin, nearly crackling with a hunger neither could contain.
Mary reached down, her knuckles brushing against John's hardened length as she stroked him in long, firm movements that had his breath hitching in his throat.
"Jesus Christ," he hissed between gritted teeth.
"It feels so fucking good."
Mary's breath caught in her throat. "I'm glad, John," she whispered, her eyes locked with his as she continued to stroke him. "Because I want you to feel every inch of me - every single, hard inch."
Her words ignited a fire deep within him. Mary kissed him once again, their lips parting, and she slowly pressed against him, taking him inside her in one fluid motion. He closed his eyes, relishing the sensation of her warmth enveloping him.
She moaned softly in his mouth as she began to move, grinding against him with strong, deep strokes.
John's hands roamed her body, tracing the contours of her muscles and feeling the strength that was always present, but never more palpable than now. He reveled in his newfound submission, his mind completely at peace.
Mary's breath was hot on his ear as she whispered filthy obscenities and promises of what was to come.
"Do you like this, John?" she growled low and deep in her throat.