Brain(100)

He transferred me to the bed on my back, removed my shoes, stripped my jeans and panties off, and then quickly removed all of his clothes, as well.

His mouth went straight to my groin, I felt his nose hit the oval ring holding my outer lips together, and suddenly felt brave enough to let him see.

He’d asked — twice — to let him see under the piercing, and I’d merely shook my head in answer both times. He hadn’t pushed, and I loved him for it.

I was a freak of nature now, and hadn’t let anyone see, but I knew he loved all of me, even the mutilated, ugly parts.

Also, I was full of drunken courage.

Whatever the reason, I felt for the segment, clicked it up, and slid the titanium from the piercing.

Without missing a beat, Brain’s tongue went up on either side of my naked clit, licking and teasing without touching, and I rested my head on the bed with a moan as my heart tried to beat out of my chest.

I have no idea how long he spent licking the area around my exposed clit while his fingers worked my pussy, and I lost track of how many orgasms I had. In my drunken state, I totally forgot there were wolves in the building who could hear me. As loud as I was, probably the ones outside, too.

When his fingers moved from my pussy to my ass, I ground my hips up, inviting him in, and as he pressed a single finger inside, I moaned, “Fuck, yeah. Why did we wait so long to do this? Shit, fuck, more… Brain. Give me more.”

My groan was deep and long as he pressed two slick fingers in. I hadn’t noticed him fucking around with a bottle of lube, but he must’ve at some point, and the burn and stretch of two fingers was perfect.

I did notice the condom, and saw him rubbing something shiny on it as he kneeled between my legs.

The condom didn’t go far back — he’d made himself super long and skinny. I shook my head and told him, “No, thicker, shorter. Fuck me with a cock, not another finger. I’m good, really. I can take it.”

I could see his wolf in his eyes as he analyzed me, could sense him smelling me, and he finally said, “On your hands and knees, then, but turn around so you can see me behind you, in the mirror.”

The wall beside his bed had a huge assed mirror on it, and I turned sideways in the queen sized bed and looked at myself, saw my fuzzy, drunk eyes, and then looked up at Brain, on his knees behind me, lining his cock up with my asshole.

He held my gaze as he pressed into me, and while I knew he was narrower than his normal size, he’d done as I asked and made it the size of a cock — albeit a less well-endowed one.

I groaned as he pressed in a few inches, and he started pulling out.

“I can take more,” I insisted. “Need to take more. Stop being so damned gentle.”

“I’ll be as gentle as I fucking want, and you’ll take what I give you.” His gaze was locked with mine in the mirror, and I nodded agreement to his wolf’s eyes before I closed mine and bent my arms so my torso rested on the bed. I rested my cheek on the cool sheets as I told him, “I know it’s you, Brain. Now I need you to fuck my ass. Let your wolf go a little. I’m good.”

He gave me another couple of slow strokes, and then took me at my word and gradually sped up.

I couldn’t be sure, but it felt as he if let himself go a little thicker every couple of minutes, and before long my ass was spread wide — opened and invaded and fucked — and I loved every damned minute of it. What is it about anal sex? It’s dirty and taboo, and feels wrong and right at the same time. My time with the Russians never entered my mind — it was just Brain and I in the room, his cock pounding my ass, owning it, owning me, and nothing else mattered.

I screamed, begged, demanded, and shouted Yes! a shit ton of times. If there were shapeshifters across the street, it’s possible they heard me, but at the time I wasn’t thinking of anything except his cock in my ass, his hands on my hips, the constant motion of the bed, the burn of the stretch, the friction of the movement.

And Brain, as he took me as no one else had for far too long, and all I could do was scream my bliss.

I reached down, squeezed my lips over the top of my clit, pressed in, and froze as an orgasm crashed down on me like the waves of a stormy ocean, pounding and pounding, inundating me with pleasure and bliss until I couldn’t even scream anymore, could only lie frozen, my mouth open in a silent scream.

He’d started with a condom, but must’ve taken it off one of the times he pulled all the way out, because now I felt warmth filling me as he came in my ass, his human vocal cords making wolf noises as he filled me, his hands gripping my hips enough to bruise, but it wasn’t a bad thing, it was exactly as it was supposed to be.