The Fall of the Wolf Ch. 08

"A man's cock is no laughing matter, love!" Rafe's tone was stern, but his eyes were laughing. "You may render me impotent if you don't contain your riotous humor."

Eleta only laughed harder. She eventually sobered enough to grasp him in her tiny fists. "I wouldn't worry about that, my wolf," she assured him with a wicked smile. "This thing looks like it could cleave me in two, if I'm not careful."

"Aye, love. You had best beware."

She giggled some more and took an inordinate amount of time washing him, paying special attention to the entire length of his shaft, his balls, and the thick patch of hair. Rafe groaned appreciatively and murmured praises for her thoroughness. Finally, he grasped her wrists and reluctantly pulled her hands away. As he sat back beneath the water, he gave her a strained smile.

"Enough, my love. Any more of your attentions, and you will spoil your own pleasure."

Eleta gulped and nodded her understanding. The gnawing hunger that had become so familiar while in Rafe's presence was once again starting to build in her loins. She was content to let him be until the time came for both of them to reach satisfaction.

"My turn," Rafe whispered.

Rafe turned her so that she faced away from him. He freed her hair from the top knot and tilted her head back before he used the pitcher to pour water over her flowing black locks. He lathered his hands and began to wash her hair. He kneaded her scalp and the back of her neck. He scrubbed the long tresses, draping them around her shoulders as he made sure to get them all. Then, he gently pulled her backward and dunked the back of her head under the surface, keeping just her face above the water. Eleta shivered with delight. She had never known that having her hair washed could be so erotic!

Rafe lifted her once more and turned her to face him. She relinquished the cloth and watched with wide eyes as he lathered it with the soap. Then, he set about washing the rest of her most thoroughly. No area of her body was left untouched. She moaned as he used the cloth and his knowing hands to caress and clean every curve and crevice. Her nipples were already erect, but he plucked them into even harder nubs. He traced her waist and the length of her thighs. He even cleaned the crack of her bottom. She tried to evade him, but he wouldn't allow it. He held her firmly and repeated the stealthy caress as he stared into her wide-eyed gaze.

"Remember, Eleta, you're mine," he whispered. "Every inch of you is mine."

She gulped but nodded her agreement. She shivered with pleasure from the possessive heat in his green eyes. She made no further protests as he continued to explore her body at his leisure. He took every liberty, and she allowed it. Instead of cooling, the water was beginning to feel almost too hot, as heat swelled beneath her skin.

Rafe turned her and lifted her hip out of the water, so that he could examine the raised birth mark. He ran his finger over the dark pink mark and grinned.

"Sure enough, it's a wolf's paw." He chuckled darkly. "Like I said, you're mine."

Eleta loved the possessive way he handled her, turning her this way and that as he explored her body. He pulled her onto her stomach facing him, and positioned her with her bottom raised slightly above the water. Then, he guided her hands to the sides of the tub and met her curious gaze.

She was balanced above him on her knees between his legs. Her breasts dangled close to his face, and she could feel the flesh throbbing between her thighs. Rafe held her gaze as he reached for the soap and worked up a thick lather in his hands. Once again, he began washing her bottom, trailing his fingers down the crack between her butt cheeks and teasing the flowered rosebud of her anus.

"What a delightful bottom you have," he murmured, his voice dark and tempting.

Eleta felt a hot blush suffuse her face and spread all the way down over her breasts. Rafe's hot gaze followed the path of her blush and he chuckled. He met her eye once more and raised a teasing brow.

"I love it when you are shy, little one."

Eleta swallowed hard, remembering all the times her tutors had scolded her for showing any signs of shyness. How ironic that Rafe should enjoy seeing her blush.

"Admit that you are mine," he said quietly, circling the tight bud with one broad, soapy finger.

Eleta shivered from excitement. She knew where his teasing was leading. She had seen this too, men playing with women's bottoms. Some of Rafe's former lovers had been her spies, and they had reported that he liked anal play. Her tutors had discussed this topic, but they had instructed her to discourage the wolf's exploration in that arena. After all, anal penetration was usually painful and would not lead to pregnancy. Nevertheless, the throbbing between her thighs only intensified, and she squirmed restlessly as she became increasingly aroused by the thought. Rafe tightened his hold on her bottom, holding her still.

"Admit it," he insisted. "Admit that your body is mine to do with as I wish."

"I'm yours," she whispered breathlessly.

"Louder," he encouraged with a grin. He continued his stealthy caresses.

Eleta swallowed again. "I'm yours," she repeated, more firmly.

"Good girl. Now, kiss me."

Eleta was only too happy to comply. She bent down and kissed him, loving the feel of his hard chest beneath her. Their lips melded, and the kiss deepened. The slippery feel of their bodies rubbing beneath the water was intoxicating, and she squirmed more, just to feel him along every inch of her body. Rafe groaned, clearly enjoying her movements as much as she was.

As he deepened the kiss, Eleta became aware that he was pressing against her anus with the broad tip of his finger. Her eyes opened wide and met his. He watched her closely as he slid his finger just past the sphincter. Her mouth was a delightful round O, and she moaned softly.

"That's it, love. Breathe and let your body accept my finger."

Eleta did as he instructed, dragging in panting breaths and relaxing her bottom as much as possible. Rafe nodded his approval and began to work his finger deeper inside her.

"Good girl," he said again. "You are so delicious, love. Your body was made to bring me pleasure. And you like that too, don't you? You like bringing me pleasure."

Eleta nodded and moaned again, pressing her bottom back against his hand. His finger felt so wonderful in her bottom, but she desperately wanted more. As if he knew what she was feeling, Rafe found her slit with his other hand and began fingering her with two broad fingers. He flicked her clit with his thumb, and she shuddered violently.

"Is your sweet little pussy sore, love?"

"Yes," she gasped, "a little."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Her immediate and eager denial was most telling. "No, please Rafe...don't stop."

Rafe chuckled and continued his activities. He loved that she was proving to be so passionate and responsive. He didn't want to overwhelm her, but she showed no signs of tiring from his demands. In fact, she seemed eager for him to ravish her at every opportunity.

"So delicious," he said again. He grinned as he played with both hands. "You are a hot little naughty girl, so wet and needy. What a greedy little tight pussy you have, love. You're clenching my fingers like a vice, and it just makes me want to fuck you until you can't walk. Is that what you want, love? Do you want to be fucked long and hard again?"

"Yes," she moaned, grinding her hips against both of his hands.

He continued to murmur all sorts of naughty things as he fingered her. Eleta was only dimly aware of his words. His touch made her feel so good, and she was so close to climaxing. Rafe must have sensed she was close, because he chuckled and abandoned her clit. He held her immobile, with the fingers of both hands embedded deep within her. Eleta whimpered, and he laughed even more.

"Not yet, Eleta. Offer your breasts to me, love. I'm hungry."

Eleta eagerly cupped one breast and held it to his mouth. He devoured her offering. He suckled her nipple deep into his hot mouth and began moving his fingers slowly within her once again. He tugged on her nipple, biting down occasionally. Every bite coincided with a sharp, lancing pang of desire. He scraped his whiskered jaw across her nipple, leaving the tender flesh red and raw. Eleta moaned loudly, shivering in his arms.

"You like that, little one? You like the pain?"

She couldn't speak, but she nodded, leaning close for him to repeat the maneuver. Rafe did so, noticing that she was becoming increasingly desperate with every swipe of his whiskers. The fact that she enjoyed the pain he was inflicting made his cock ache even more. When he bit down on her abused nipple and squeezed her clit at the same time. Eleta came apart with a loud scream. She clenched hard onto his fingers and threw her head back, helpless as the pleasure rolled through her.

Rafe watched her. He was breathing raggedly, and his cock throbbed. The sight of her reddened breast made his balls tighten and ache. The contractions of both of her inner channels around his deeply embedded fingers were sweet torture, and he desperately wanted to sink into her depths. But he wanted to make her even more mindless with need. While he was thoroughly enjoying their play, he did have an underlying purpose. He was determined to make her desperate for his touch in every possible way. He wouldn't rest until any thought she might have of marrying another man was burned from her mind.

When Eleta finally began to relax, he flicked her clit with his thumb. Her mesmerizing sherry colored eyes popped open wide and met his.

"The other breast," he ordered. His voice was gravelly with need.

Eleta was quick to comply. Rafe repeated the exercise. He tortured her other nipple until it too was throbbing and aching. Then, he watched as she shattered yet again. He couldn't get enough of watching her. Knowing that the look of wondrous pleasure on her beautiful face was due to him was like the most intoxicating drug. He wanted to keep her like this forever, just lavishing her with bliss. However, his own desires were clamoring, and he desperately needed to find his own release before he went insane.

He withdrew both hands from inside her. When Eleta mewled in protest, he laughed.

"Don't worry, love. We aren't even close to being finished."

Seeing that his words relieved her, he laughed again. Rafe turned her and pulled Eleta down so that she was laying with her back on his chest. He used his knees to lift her hips slightly out of the water until she was floating on the surface. He grabbed the soap and worked up a lather again. Then, he cupped both breasts in his palms and kneaded them, twisting her already sensitive nipples into even tighter buds. She moaned and writhed sensuously in his arms.

Eleta never wanted him to stop. His firm hands were delightful on her breasts, exerting just the right amount of pressure so that pleasure mixed with pain. He rolled and pinched her sore nipples, and she felt the tension winding higher yet again.

He continued to torture one breast, while his other hand slid between her thighs. He sucked in a hissing breath as his fingers delved into her glistening folds.

"Come for me again, love." He caressed her with knowing fingers, gently probing her tender flesh. He nipped sharply along her neck while he continued to stroke her. "Come for me and show me that you know you are mine."

She fractured in his arms once again. She twitched and clenched her thighs around his hand. She floated on the water, mindless and weightless, helpless to do anything other than enjoy the sensations.

Rafe was more than pleased with her response. He needed Eleta to understand and accept that she was, in fact, his. Their relationship had been irrevocably changed once they had become lovers. She would be his wife and no one else's. No other man would ever touch her the way he was doing, and the sooner she realized it the better. She was already his physically. He wouldn't rest until she gave him her heart, soul, and mind. He wouldn't rest until he had exposed every one of her carefully held secrets. Pleasuring her body was the clearest way of breaking down her defenses. If he happened to relish every minute of the process, more to the good.

"You enjoy everything I do to you, don't you love? You enjoy being mine?"

She moaned and nodded her head. Her throat was much too clogged for speech. His caresses felt heavenly. She waited with baited breath to see what he would do next. He toyed with her, exploring her body as if he had all the time in the world to play. He stroked her until she was once again writhing mindlessly in his arms.

Finally, he pulled her down to straddle his lap, and he guided her onto his erection. They moaned in unison as she slid down until his throbbing cock was embedded fully within her. His shaft was so much thicker and longer than his fingers, and he knew he was stretching her tender sheath. This was the third time he had been inside her since she had lost her virginity that morning. His erection was massive, and he had used her roughly the second time. She must be sore and aching. He didn't want to cause her undue pain. As much as he desperately needed relief, there were other ways he could find it if this was too much for her. Rafe nuzzled her neck beneath her ear.

"Is that alright?" he asked quietly, tensing to withdraw if necessary.

"Yes," she gasped. She reached down and clutched his thighs as if to prevent him from leaving her body.

"I'm not hurting you?"

"No," she moaned. "I love it when you are inside me." As if to prove her words, she ground herself further onto his shaft.

Rafe smiled. "Good. Hang on," he ordered gruffly.

He gripped her waist and began moving beneath her. His thrusts were slow and sensuous. He angled one arm across her hips to hold her down for his thrusts, and he began to explore her body with his free hand. Eleta let her head drop back against him, emitting a throaty moan as he possessively kneaded her breasts. Eleta's senses were already heightened from everything he had done to her, and it didn't take long for her to reach fulfillment. She screamed softly, gripping the rim of the tub as she rode the waves of pleasure. Rafe sat motionless beneath her. She was so damn beautiful. Her head was thrown back on his shoulders, her eyes were closed, and her knuckles were white from clenching the rim of the tub. Her breasts trembled and floated on the surface of the water from her panting breaths. Rafe's throat felt tight with emotion as he watched her.

When her muscles finally began to ease, he began stroking her again, ratcheting her tension ever higher. He abandoned her breasts and gripped her waist. He held her in an iron grip and thrust forcefully inside her, groaning as he ground into her heated depths. As much as he was enjoying being in the tub, he could not get the leverage he wanted. He surprised her when he abruptly lifted her off his lap. She gave a whimper of disappointment, but he rose in one fluid movement. He lifted her out of the tub, and stood her in front of him. Eleta's muscles felt heavy as he quickly dried first her and then himself. Then, he carried her to the bed.

Once again, he stood her in front of him and kissed her. His lips were demanding on hers, inciting her until she was panting with need. He set her on her hands and knees facing away from him at the edge of the bed. Eleta held her breath as he guided the broad head of his staff to her entrance. He moistened it in her slick dew, gripped her hips, and pressed inside her with one long, steady stroke.

Rafe paused to savor her heated depths as she tightened around him like a glove.

"Sweet merciful heaven!" he gasped. "Woman, you have enchanted me. I can't get enough of you!"

He clutched her waist and began to move. Eleta moaned her approval. His thrusts were slow and languid, and she focused on every solid inch of him pressing deep inside her. She held her breath each time he withdrew, and she sobbed with relief as he returned to fill the void. If he was enchanted, so was she. She didn't think she would ever grow tired of his lovemaking.

Rafe watched in fascination as his engorged shaft disappeared again and again between her swollen pink lips. He never wanted to leave her honeyed depths, and he groaned as he bottomed out inside her yet again. His heart swelled with love for her as he watched her. She received him so willingly, pressing her hips back against him so that he could get a tiny bit deeper with every stroke. She was driving him insane with lust.

Gradually, Rafe sped up the strokes, until he was possessing her with frenzied thrusts. She encouraged him to plunder. She spread her knees wide and tilted her hips so that he was butting against her womb with every pounding stroke. Any thoughts of gentleness were abandoned in the face of her eager response. He ravished her, and she urged him on with both her actions and her words.

"Yes! Yes! Harder, Rafe! Fuck me harder," she cried.

He complied with a fierce growl. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place as he pounded into her tender body. Eleta moaned with delight. His harsh possession was a mixture of exquisite pain and intoxicating pleasure. If he was addicted, she was also. She sobbed with pleasure and clung to the scraps of her sanity as she tried to delay her climax for as long as possible, not wanting him to stop.

Finally, she couldn't hold out any longer. She screamed and gripped the sheets as her inner muscles clamped down onto his staff. He pounded into her a few more times and then poured himself into the welcoming haven of her body. Her rippling sheath gladly received his seed, and he groaned his pleasure as she milked him until he was spent. He stood frozen, buried deep within her as he dragged in tortured breaths. She seemed in no hurry for him to release her. In fact, she pressed her bottom firmly into the cradle of his groin.

When her body began to ease it's vice like grip, he gave her bottom a fond squeeze and released his breath on a satisfied sigh. He barely had enough energy to withdraw and collapse beside her on the bed. He pulled her into his arms, drew the quilt over them both and followed her into the abyss.