Her orgasm bucked down her body. Long muscles clenched across her abdomen before releasing then seizing in tight again. The pleasure of it rolled through Sara in waves of electricity that went to the tips of her fingers. On it went as she felt it anchor deeply behind her navel then ripple down to the small muscles that held Braze’s cock.
She clenched around him and she could hear him growling as he strove to maintain his control.
Her face hurt. Muscles quivered in her cheeks and mouth as her lips stretched back over a smile that would not release her.
Her man, her wolf, was riding her as she came and it was only getting better each time.
At last, Sara was able to take a shuddering breath and as she did, she felt Braze slip from within her.
Feeling daring, Sara said, “Can I please look at you, Master? I would like to see you...the wolf you, I mean.”
She heard a low grumbling sound that took her a moment to recognize. He was chuckling at her question.
Taking it as a tacit reply, Sara craned her head to look over her shoulder and back at Braze.
The man she knew was there, looking back at her. But, his eyes were no longer a familiar, molten amber. Rather, they had taken on a silvery yellow hue at the same time that his body, already heavily muscled, positively shone in gleaming blocks of delicious masculinity. His shoulders were enormous, capable of supporting worlds upon them, with a chest and torso chiseled in high relief like that of an Olympian deity.
His smile was bright and clear, but there, too, the wolf made itself known as she discerned large canine fangs, white and dangerous.
Brazier Abraxis was proportioned like a god, only this was a savage god that paid homage to full moons and nights filled with the hunt.
Sara could see that he held himself from fully transforming, and what was more, that it cost him. But, his discipline defined him and she knew that it was but second nature for such a man.
She squinted her eyes. There was something different about him, though. Something fundamental.
The dark tattoos that swarmed over his body were no longer so vivid. It was if they had faded, where before they appeared to be deeply emblazoned over his body.
She could have been wrong, but he looked purer somehow.
He looks clean...no, that’s not right. He looks less evil.
Her thoughts made no sense to her, but as he put a warm palm against her bottom, she could have sworn that she felt it, too. He frightened her less, as if the noble animal hiding inside him had rid itself of a monstrous shadow that darkened its soul.
“Ah, Sara...my little slave. Ever since I saw you in that restaurant, I have dreamed of taking you. Here.”
He gave the object still inside her back passage a light tap that sent a shiver down Sara’s spine.
“I think you are ready now.”
She did not know how to answer him. The idea of it was just so bizarre for her, yet remained exciting as his words resounded in the room. His deep, warm voice drew her in and before she could reconsider, she was nodding back at him.
“Ok...Master.”
Braze reached down to the bedsheets and picked up an unopened condom. Sara turned back to face the wall as she heard him undo the wrapper.
There was silence, then the strange feeling of him drawing the butt plug out from inside her. She never would have wanted to admit it, but in so brief a time, she had grown used to it...almost to the point of forgetting it was there.
There was more lubricant, cool and soothing, before she felt pressure once again. Although, this time it was her man filling her.
She heard him sigh as he eased inside her and the sensation of him was incredible. Then, to make matters that much more delicious, she felt his hand reach around to the front of her pelvis to stroke across the hard kernel at her apex.
Sara whimpered as he stroked in more and more deeply while his finger rolled her clit around and around.
She felt like she would pee or scream or just die as it all became far too much so quickly. Then, without warning, with none of the familiar signs of build up before release, Sara was convulsing in orgasm with great, heaving gasps.
Her hips pumped in electric bursts beyond her control, then she felt and heard Braze as he growled with his own imminent release.
His member grew harder, like an iron spike impaling her, then his own breathing took on the same cadence as Sara’s while an orgasm had its way with him.
He pounded in hard, pumping like an enormous piston, then shuddered a last time before sagging down against Sara’s back.
They stayed like that for a moment, until Sara laughed and said, “You’re too heavy. I’m going to break in half if you don’t move...sir.”
Again, that low, grumbling sound that slipped into more human tones with honest humor in it.
He drew back from her and Sara slumped down to the mattress while Braze left her for a moment.