Mi Carino

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The feel of Wulfric inside me was painful. So painful. But it was ok, because I knew it would have to get better at some point. Why would people do it otherwise?

I could taste blood on my tongue and I realised that it was Wulfric’s blood, that my bite had broken through his skin and had drawn his precious blood. I didn’t want to hurt him. He was being so gentle with me and I drew his blood.

“Wulf.” I could hear the sadness in my voice and he drew back to look at me, his eyes worried. I smiled slightly, bringing my fingers up his back and over his shoulder to feel the bite that my eyes couldn’t focus on.

“Mi cariño… ok?” His voice was soft and hesitant and I didn’t want him like that. I didn’t want him doubting himself.

“I hurt you.” The pain was fading where we joined and I could see the crimson on his shoulder. He smiled at me, his swollen lips red from our kisses. I pushed closer to him, feeling his member press against that place that sent sparks of blinding blackness across my sight. I heard a moan and realised that it was me. Finally I understood why people did this… it felt wonderful, Wulfric buried deep inside me, his body clamped between my legs, my arms around his neck. His body inches above mine.

It was all pure pleasure now that the pain had faded away. His breath gently brushing across my parted lips. The heat was like liquid honey, hot, smooth and sweet against my tongue. I licked my lips, hoping to taste him better there, but his taste was faint. I didn’t want it faint. I wanted it as strong as it could be. I slid my fingers from his bitten shoulder to the nape of his neck, pulling his lips back to mine. The sweetness was once again strong against my tongue as I let it run along his lower lip.

Pain arced up my spine and I tensed, digging my fingertips into his neck, a hiss escaping me as I broke the soft kiss, letting my head roll to the side. Wulfric’s hips froze, partway through a withdrawing stroke. Before he had moved, the pain had dissipated and I had hoped it was gone for good. His pull back had brought the pain back with sharp alacrity up my spine.

“Mi cariño… please… relax, nest ce pas?” The soft French made me smile and loosen the grip I held on the nape of his neck. He sighed and pulled almost all the way out of me. The rest of his withdrawal stroke ran a shiver of absolute pleasure down my spine. The pleasure made the pain from earlier well worth it.

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His golden eyes were glowing. His eyes were only open a tiny fraction, but between those two lids, his eyes really glowed in the dim lighting. His thighs were pressing tight against my hips and one hand was gripping the back of my skull in a tight caress. His other hand rested on my hip, gentle now, but it still hurt and I knew he had caused bruises when the pain had hit his system.

I reached between us to palm his erection, rolling the pad of my thumb over the slit in the head of his member, watching as his back arched deliciously with the pleasure I was causing the beautiful creature in my arms and wrapped around my body. I laved the curve of his neck, feeling the muscles tense in his arm as he drew my head closer to his neck. I thrust back in while he was distracted with the pleasure coming from my caresses. He tensed only slightly and I sighed, knowing I had failed to hit his prostate that time.

“Wulf.” His voice was hoarse as he gasped my name, his lips brushing against my skin as he spoke, my name a brush of hot moist breath across my earlobe. The sound of my name on his lips sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine and I arched, trying desperately to keep the level of my pleasure down enough so that I could bring him again before reaching my own climax.

Already I could hear the pleasure in his voice. The hoarseness brought about by his rising passion. He would not be long now. I thrust into him again, nailing his prostate this time and I felt and watched the way his body coiled, arched and twisted under me as his eyelids fluttered open briefly, his gaze hazy with pleasure as he tried to meet my gaze. He was too far-gone for that intimacy though as I started to gently stroke his engorged member with the hand I still had wrapped around him.

“Wulf please!” His body was arching into mine, demanding that I finish him. I smiled and dipped my head to engage his lips as I thrust back into him, feeling the burning rush that signified my nearing orgasm. I did not want to come before he did, so I stroked him harder and faster, watching him as he arched into my hand, his hips slamming up into mine, demanding I give him what he wanted.

For a brief moment everything went white as I felt him clench painfully tightly around me, hot come splashing over my fist as I continued to stroke him. His orgasm triggered mine and I know I thrust almost too roughly into him as I rode the pleasure waves to their conclusion.

His hot panting breaths against my shoulder brought me back to earth and I reluctantly slid from him, feeling his body tighten in pain now that there was no pleasure to counteract the feeling. His arms tightened around my shoulders and I wrapped an arm around his waist as I rolled onto my back, bringing his light weight up onto my chest. I could pull the covers over us and so that my weight did not crush his petite form.

“I love you Wulf.” His voice was soft and I tilted my head so that I could see his face. His eyes were open a mere slit and they were a deep amber gold which I assumed meant that he was deeply content. I ran a comforting palm up and down his back.

“I love you too mi cariño.” I whispered the words and felt his body relax as I spoke, knowing that he would probably not remember it in the morning, as he was already nearly fully asleep. He probably would not even remember his own confession of love, but I also knew that he was not lying about his feelings and that was all that mattered.