Sal's Lover

He kissed her nose and felt it wrinkle as it does when she laughed. Then his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed her glossed mouth before passing to her chin. He bent his knees a little and kissed her throat, noticing the sudden stiffness in her as she realised what he was capable of. But, he didn't tarry and continued his travels of lips and exploration. His mouth traced her chest bone and passed between her breasts. Her heart bounced against her ribs, he was gratified by the steady thump.

Bending now almost into a kneeling position, Josh kissed her body just above her belly button and flicked his tongue out to taste her. His thumbs hooked into the elasticated waistband of her panties and pulled them over her hips at the same rate that his tongue and lips gradually travelled to her sex.

He stopped at her pubic line and lifted one foot so that she could step out of the panties, then he lifted her other foot and placed the garment with the bra and robe. Josh sat back on his heels and looked her perfection. She had taken to shaving most of her hair away, leaving just a line of black, short fuzz to point to her stomach or her secret places, depending on which way you were going.

Her reddened nipples had hardened slightly, not enough to be painful or uncomfortable, but just enough to define their existence and stand away from her dark tan coloured aureoles. He could hear her blood coursing through veins and watched as her heartbeat made her chest palpitate slightly. Veins faintly tracked across her breasts, it was here that the slight whoosh of pressurized and oxygenated platelets could be heard the clearest.

He knelt back up and placed a hand on either hip and lifted her as if she were no more than a feather. His large hands almost met as they circled her slimness. He continued to lift her, raising her above his head and then, parted her legs with his forehead. Sal lifted one foot at a time and draped them behind his neck. He lowered her, still in an upright position, pushing her legs apart as his face got nearer to her wanting body.

She could feel the slight stubble of his cheeks as he brought her down into a sitting position with her weight on his shoulders. His hands caressed her buttocks and supported her back. Then, a flicked tongue parted her labia and found her clit. Sal was totally helpless as he drew her musk-scented lips into his mouth and suckled on her nub of desire.

This was so different from their previous sexploits. Before, they would have been connected and fucking at a furious rate by now, but Josh hadn't even got his clothes off yet and already she was feeling light-headed from the attention her nerve centre was getting.

His tongue parted her slickened lips and darted into her deeper recesses. It was like a light bulb had exploded in her brain and Sal rewarded him with her come as she orgasmed. He drank her in and savoured each drop as it passed into his throat to be swallowed and ingested.

Still supporting her back, he lent forward and laid her on the bed. His nose was rubbing against her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her wetness. He was driving her to another climax and she needed to feel the rush again as if she hadn't been there before.

Her fingers grasped his hair and she pulled him into her, delighting in the sensations of his nose and tongue. Josh kept a rhythm going, breathing through the side of his mouth so that he didn't lose contact with her swelling lips. He gauged her climax and as she gripped his hair in claw like fingers, plunged his whole tongue as deeply as he could at the point of her release. It drove her over the edge and she wailed as her body shot her cream into his waiting mouth.

Her legs jerked uncontrollably and her abdominal muscles spasmed as he drained her of her come. Sal had never reached such a place before and almost collapsed from the sheer delight and over stimulation her nerve endings were experiencing.

Eventually, when she had subsided, Josh extracted himself from her legs and stood up. Deliberately and slowly, he removed his shirt and pants, all the time looking at her and drinking her beauty in with his luminous eyes. Even this simple act caused Sal to quicken and want him inside her and a desperate need rose within her loins. She had to have him thrusting into her, driving her to distraction and another climax.

He stood naked at the foot of the bed between her parted knees that hung over the edge. Sal marvelled at his physic, at the well-defined musculature of his body. The thought came unbidden, not bad for a body over a hundred years old.

Then he leant forward and placed his knees on the edge of the bed, balancing on the mattress, before completing the movement and placing his weight on her body.

"Let me return the favour." She whispered, but Josh shook his head and pushed himself into her willing body. She could not deny his entry and in truth, wanted and needed him to fuck her.

Josh wasn't build like a stud stallion, he had an average cock and he wasn't any kind of sexual athlete, but what he had, he knew how to use. In a short while, Josh had settled on a satisfying pace that would not bring him to climax too soon, but would not last for hours either.

It was Sal's desperate need that drove the coitus and her thrusting up of hips to meet him that set the pace. He adjusted and buried his cock within her depths. Deftly, Sal flipped him over, relieving her stomach of his weight and sat astride him. She felt impaled and rode his member with pelvic thrusts that had little to do with lovemaking. She wanted his seed to spill inside her and she needed to feel him stiffen and sigh his release. In her need, sensory perceptions were put aside, if he had entered her womb, she would not have known, just the need to have him explode was all she knew. Her pelvic thrust were happily rubbing her clit on the coarse hair of his genitals, this she could feel, it was an undeniable extra sensation and was taking her to another summit of orgasm.

Her need was answered as Josh grasped her hips suddenly and lifted his torso to kiss her lips as he came. His pulling on her lower half drove him deeper and Sal's own body responded with her third orgasm, which felt almost like a period cramp in her lower abdomen. She fell forward, hair slicked with sweat and breath short as mini waves pulsed through her body and gradually receded. She was sated and hoped against hope, that Josh was as satisfied as she was.

Josh's own climax reverberated and spasmed as his desire and need retreated. He clung to her waist, gripping her tightly, as if never to release her again. Then he cried in wracking sobs against her breasts. His emotions spilled out in a torrent of saline tears and mucus. She held him to her and gently rocked to and fro. Neither of them felt his cock shrivel and exit her body. It didn't matter.

It took him several minutes to calm sufficiently for them to lie side by side. Neither knew who fell asleep first, but for Sal, it was the first time in too long that she had slept the sleep of a fully sated woman.

For Josh, it was the first time in his long life, that he could sleep safe and warm in the arms of someone who wasn't to be afraid of, someone whom he could love without reserve or secrets.

Her dreams were violent and woke Sal at four in the morning with a start. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, even though they had lain over the bed covers and it wasn't particularly warm. The details of her dream quickly dissipated like water between fingers, but the gist of the dream was blood. Hers or someone else's she couldn't remember, but blood had been a major factor.

Josh was snoring softly, lying on his back with his legs still dangling over the edge and an arm slung out where she had rested her head through the night.

A wane, early morning light came through the chintzy curtains, enough for her to study his features in repose. Sal knew that she loved this man, knew it with all her heart and the realisation hurt like a brand. What was she to do? It had broken her last summer to think that she had been just a romance for the brief few weeks. The pain of believing that they would never see each other again came flooding back in all its acuteness. She could not lose this man again, not for a second. But, he wasn't a man was he? Not like an ordinary regular nine to five guy. He had another life, a separate part of him that didn't include her. Almost like an illicit affair.

She could no more lose him than be a part time lover. Either they were to be a partnership for life, her life, she reminded herself, or they would not be anything other than far apart and totally separate. Josh had taken a huge risk in telling her and now it was for her to decide what the future held for them.

When most people were still in the loving arms of Morpheus, Sal was sitting up with a coffee, rationalising what her and Josh's life was going to be like.

She was still pondering it when Josh woke. She watched as his eyelids fluttered and then, one by one, opened. He turned towards her and a beautific smile lit up his eyes. Sal's mind was made up there and then.

"Hello." He croaked, his throat parched from laying on his back and air being sucked over his tongue. "You okay?" He raised himself, lay on his side and set his head on one hand while the other reached for her.

She smiled back at him and wordlessly, got up to refresh her coffee and pour him one.

By the time she returned to the bedroom, Josh had been to the toilet and pulled on his pants.

She set the coffee down on the dresser and watched to see what would happen next, not knowing what to expect.

"Sal..." He began. "...We need to talk I guess." But, she held her hand up palm out to quash that particular line.

"I need to know one thing Josh, that's all. The rest we can work through some other time, okay?"

"Well, what is it you want to know?" She saw the fear of the unknown question in his eyes and the fear that it might be critical to their lives.

"Josh. Are you around for good and all, or are you going to leave me like you did last summer?" She thought she knew the answer, but had to hear it from his mouth, rather than assume it.

"Sal, I took a risk telling you..."

"I know that." She butted in.

"...But you don't know how much of a risk. For everything, there is an opposite. Heaven only exists because of hell, evil because of goodness. In my case, werewolf and slayer."

"Buffy strikes again." She laughed.

"It isn't funny. I know my slayer, I know them and I know where they are, and they are the scariest person I have ever known. I am frightened beyond belief of them Sal."

"So who is this person?"

"My nemesis is you. I knew it when I first touched you last year. I knew it from the very first second, it was like an electric shock, but I also knew I had to know you, the real you. Sal, if you so desired, it is you who could destroy me, not the other way around. So you see, I took a huge risk to my very existence last night." He watched her intently, waiting for some reaction.

Her voice softened.

"I know you did Josh. I know you did" He reached for her, grasping at her waist to pull her to him, but she twisted away, flapping at his hands.

"I got work Buster and I need a shower."

Sal went to work, but not before he had made her dirty again and made a mess of the sheets.

It was two and a half weeks later that the eve of the full moon occurred.

Josh prowled the apartment restlessly, unable to settle, his senses heightened and a nervous tension tightened him into a coiled spring.

Sal couldn't fail but to notice Josh's unease and wondered what was to come. She knew it would happen and had even romantised about Josh's change from human male to male wolf. She had seen the movies and it was those images that she transposed into what for her, was going to be real life.

But, Sal wasn't to see Josh's transformation. Instead, he told her he had to be away and excused himself long before nightfall. She couldn't help the feeling of exclusion. A certain desperate loneliness crept in after he had closed the front door.

Sal went to bed, dejectedly and fretted sleeplessly. Their lives over the few short weeks had settled into a routine of sorts. She worked during the day, he looked after his business interests, they ate, either in our out and then fucked each other senseless at night.

But, tonight, she was not part of the equation and it hurt in an acute stab to her vitals.

It all changed though a few hours before dawn. For some, probably maternal, reason, Sal had placed a candle in the window facing the street and got up to check that it hadn't burned down or was setting fire to the curtain.

She turned once satisfied that the candle was still burning and the curtains still fluttered in the slight breeze with out scorching, but a shadow caught the corner of her eye, a darker space than the pitch blackness passed the window and beyond view in a blink. Sal paused on her way back to bed and turned to see the huge grey wolf crouching on the cill. The window was open and there was nothing but empty space between her and it.

Neither moved. The space between them, a barrier of difference and two separate worlds entirely. It was Sal who broke the trance and turned back to her bedroom, leaving the animal alone.

She closed the door, but didn't latch it and soon after she had settled into the warm spot where she had lain, soft pad falls approached the door and then crossed the carpeted floor.

Sal turned to her side towards the side of the bed nearest the door. At first, he was beyond her spectrum of colour, blending into the darkness of the room, and then she saw the darkness of his bulk as he closed the space between them. She held her breath, believing that he wouldn't hurt her, but at the same time, knowing she was in the presence of a wild thing and there was no protective barrier to save her.

He smelled of earth, of dew and faintly of blood. The cloying smell of blood was the worst and she thought the hardest to ignore. She opened her mouth to speak some words, perhaps of welcome, but his tongue passed her lips and found her own tongue in a caress so surprising and instantly erotic that she didn't respond in any way for a few seconds.

Almost as an automotive action as most people do with a pet, she reached out and scratched him behind his ears and stroked the coarse fur on his neck. She felt the weight of his paws on the edge of the bed and then a further depression as his hindquarters followed his front.

He lay alongside her, still kissing her mouth, licking her lips to part them and then, passing his tongue into her mouth in an ever frenetic and insistent demand for response. It was working; Sal's own mating instincts were being fostered into an urgency. Pheromones exuded from her very pores, her heart rate doubled, then tripled as adrenalin coursed through her veins and the pressure of desire mounted within her breast.

Breathlessly, she broke the umbilical contact of tongue and mouth, but only momentarily to shift her position, embracing the huge wolfs torso with encircling arms. They kissed again; Sal sucked his tongue into her mouth and tasted blood. It excited her in a feral way, she found it strangely exhilarating and stimulating, knowing that he had the wildness to kill, was ruthless enough to be indiscriminate in his choice of prey, but he was here and they were about to mate and he had eaten his fill somewhere.

Her fingers massaged his back, feeling the muscle under the coarse fur. She found that place just above the tail. That when rubbed the wrong way, sends animals into delirium. He responded with involuntary humps of hip pelvis, she felt him bump against her stomach and then could feel his growing hardness probing at her pubic bone.

Sal reached down and found his cock, already unsheathed and passing precum as a lubricant, which slicked her palm. Gently, she circled his thrusting and throbbing cock and guided it to her labia. In this position, he would not be able to enter her, but his thrusting would rub his pointed shaft over her waiting clit. From the first touch, she felt a fire being stocked in her guts; the subsequent friction of cock and clit fanned the flames as they thrust against each other until her body was a raging inferno of need and animal desire.

She broke contact; unable to stand the torment her body was suffering any longer. She slid down and enveloped his shaft in her warm mouth, tasting his precum as it slide over her tongue. At first, it was okay and a very pleasant experience for both of them, but her sucking and bobbing were taking him to a point of no return and she was in danger of getting all of his pointed cock into her gullet and his seed at the same time. He could not control the urge to hump and, although she tried to control the depth by circling him with her fist, it was getting to the point that neither of them would be able to handle.

She rolled away from him and spun over to her hands and knees in an open invitation for him to mount her and consummate their union.

The wolf approached her, using his sensory perceptions to gauge how ready she in fact, was for him. An exploratory lick over her labia and anus brought an immediate torrent of heated come from her. It gushed in a short blast, catching him in surprise as it flooded his nose and mouth. He sneezed and then went back for more. He pheromone charged aroma was diving him wild with need. He mounted her, forelegs wrapping in a vicelike grip and his hindquarters pistoning of their own volition. He was missing her entrance by some margin, but the friction of her fur covered mound against the delicate skin of his nerve packed shaft was almost as good.

She reached back and helped him home in on her vagina. In a blur of motion, he was buried inside her before either of them knew much about it. An adjustment of his hold and stance allowed for a greater depth and he sunk the entire length of his cock into her warm and willing recesses.

Al gasped as his pointed head nudged her womb entrance and keep up an assault on her reproductive organs. His point entered and she was being fucked into her own delirium. She was past coming, past orgasm, both of which had been rapid and frequent since he had started this. Now it was a question of surviving and getting him to climax before passing out.

His knot was deep inside her and growing at a rapid rate. The pressure on her bladder and inner walls increased as his tempo started to diminish. His strokes decreased in rapidity, but lengthened in stroke. Her own natural reaction was to tighten her virginal muscles and successfully lock him in. It was this action of her subconscious mating instinct that triggered his release.

Sal screamed as the first spurts of hot semen flooded her womb. It didn't burn, but filled her with immediate warmth that seemed to radiate from her depths in a glow of triumphant success. He kept pumping spurt after spurt, filling her body with his seed.

They stayed locked, Sal with her sweat soaked hair-hanging limp from her hanging head. He, now turned ass to ass and panting. His panting caused him to move slightly and the movement was keeping Sal over the edge in small orgasms that looked and felt like epileptic twitches.

The first light of dawn touched him and, still in a kneeling position, his now flaccid cock dribbled from her body. Somehow, he managed to turn around and flopped almost in a dead feint, flat out on the bed. Sal fell beside him and they slept in each other's arms as his seed seeped from her body and slowly dried on the sheets and their skin.

The same thing occurred the next night when he returned from his hunt. It occurred to Sal, that she was adjusting to his nightlife and sleeping in daylight. No big problem except when she was teaching.