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The full moon hung high above the town, and the cries of pain had faded over an hour ago, replaced by chilling howls and the occasional crash as one of the lycanthropes tried futilely to escape their captivity.
Delia pulled her red cloak tighter around her as she approached the small cottages where the poor beasts were being held. There were five this month, banished to the hill just beyond the little Scottish town to await the moon’s glory. As the small brunette reached the first cottage, the door rattled violently as the lycan behind it gnashed and snarled. She clutched her basket. Delia knew he couldn’t get out, these cottages had been reinforced years ago for just this purpose, but it was still an unsettling experience being up here. The howls sounded like fury and frustration, primal and animalistic.
Except the keening howls coming from the furthest cottage. They were woeful, plaintive. Lonely.
She trotted past the other bolted doors and barred windows, growls and yelps following in her wake. Reaching the last door, she crouched down and opened the small box in the wall, hidden behind a rain barrel, searching for the key it should contain. Her fingers eventually found cool metal, and she released a shaky breath. Standing, she glanced around, making sure there was no-one to see what she was about to do. As quietly as she could, she put the key in the lock, turned it, and peeked inside.
“Hello?” she called softly. She couldn’t see the creature, but she could smell them. Slipping through the door, she quickly locked it again and dropped the key into the opening of the box on this side of the wall. It was far too small for a lycanthrope’s paw to access.
Turning back to the room, she allowed her eyes a moment to adjust to the gloom. It was a dreary place, the only furniture a battered table and chair, and a tatty straw mattress on the floor. Hesitantly, she stepped towards the table and set down her basket, her eyes constantly scanning but finding nothing. So she took a deep breath, trying to quiet the pounding of her heart, and listened. They were here. She could hear them, trying to breathe quietly, a slight rumbling on the exhale. Letting the subtle sound guide her, Delia turned to the darkest corner of the room. She still couldn’t see them, but she felt them bristle.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” she assured the unseen being, cautiously stepping towards the shadows. “I’m only here to help you.”
She thought she saw a flicker of movement near the floor, but fully acknowledged her mind could be playing tricks on her. Then the pitiful light reflected off something. Two somethings. Delia watched as they rose way above her head height. And then the creature stepped out of the shadows, watching her intently. The petite brunette tried very hard not to gasp. She’d never seen a lycanthrope before, not in person anyway, only in books. And though she knew they were big she now knew she’d never grasped the scale of them.
“Oh my,” she breathed, cursing the tremor in her voice. “What big eyes you have.” She’d hoped the observation would cut some of the tension in the room, but the growl she received in response told her she’d failed.
“You shouldn’t be here.” The creature’s voice was low and rough. “It’s not safe.”
“I’m sorry, but I had to come,” Delia said sternly, standing as tall as she could. “I couldn’t sit at home listening to you howl in discomfort. Not again.”
“There’s nothing you can do,” rumbled the lycanthrope, stalking past Delia to stand by the window.
Delia’s body shuddered, but not with fear. The proximity of the hulking being did things to her, all her senses heightening. “Yes, I can.” She turned to the window, struck by the way the moonlight brought out the hint of red in the lycan's fur. “I know what you need, I can smell it, I can taste it, and I am more than willing to—”
The creature suddenly stood right in front of her, hunched over, teeth bared and eyes burning into hers. “You weren’t made to handle me!” they snarled, breathing heavily, their fur standing on end.
It took everything Delia had not to cower. She clenched her fists and cried, “I might be the wrong type of omega, but I’m still an omega!” The growl the creature made as it turned sharply away was louder this time, but Delia wouldn’t be deterred. “Maybe I can’t give you everything you need, but I can give you some relief.”
Dropping onto all fours, the lycanthrope started to pace, emitting an ominous rumble of agitation.
“You’re right, we’re not completely compatible, but there’s been other instances of alphas and omegas of different types helping each other through their mating cycles, it isn’t unprecedented…” Delia wasn’t convinced the creature was listening, so she stepped into their path and grasped their face between her hands, looking into it’s shockingly blue eyes. “Please. I can’t bear to leave you to suffer alone up here every month. Not when I can make things easier for you.”
The lycan’s rear end dropped to the floor, hanging their head and leaning it against Delia’s chest. Delia felt the woeful whine right down to her soul. She wrapped her arms around the creature’s head, her fingers carding through their thick fur. She could feel the great muscles beneath her hands trembling, could taste their pain. Delia simply stood there, holding them for long minutes, hoping she was able to give them some comfort.
“I’ll hurt you,” the lycanthrope murmured.
“I don’t believe you will,” cooed Delia, dropping a kiss onto the large head. “You’re more in control than most lycanthropes. And I trust you.”
The lycanthrope heaved an almighty sigh. Stepping back, Delia lifted the creature’s face so she could look into those familiar blue eyes, hoping to convey her trust, and the love the alpha clearly needed. She saw her trust reflected back at her, along with a deep longing. But they lowered their gaze. It was Delia’s turn to sigh.
“Come on cariad,” she murmured, caressing the broad features of the lycan’s face. “Let’s just lay down and cwtch.” She crouched down, and lifted their paw from the floor, threading her fingers between the long, clawed digits as the creature rose to it’s full, albeit despondently hunched height, leading them to the straw mattress. She lay down on her side and patted the space next to her. “It’s alright sweetheart, come here.”
Hesitantly, the creature eased down onto the scratchy material, a notable gap between them, cautiously watching Delia. Delia watched them right back. She brought her hand to their face to examine it more closely. They didn’t have a muzzle like most canines, but their nose was wider and more pronounced, their jaw bigger, no doubt to accommodate those sharp teeth. Their ears had also grown, the tops of them lengthened into points. They could even move a little, twitching at every crash and howl from the other cottages. Delia’s hand moved up to the enlarged head. The lycan’s fur was thick on their head, back and shoulders, and now that Delia’s eyes had adjusted to the low light she could see the fur was relatively fair alongside the hints of red. But the fur was much finer, sparser on their face and the front of their torso, so much so that Delia could make out traces of the person they were when not held in the moon’s sway. The most recognisable being, of course, those stunning blue eyes. Delia wasn’t being flippant when she remarked on their size, and though the darkness meant the pupil dominated, Delia knew those eyes very well. She was caught off guard when the alpha closed them, breaking their hold on her.
“I’m a monster,” the creature whined, tucking their head down to their chest.
“You’re nothing of the sort,” retorted Delia without hesitation. “I don’t believe you ever could be.” The only response she got was a huff. Delia rolled her eyes, but forged on. “In fact, I think you look quite…fetching,” she declared, her hands exploring the soft fur of their exquisitely muscular chest.
The lycan’s eyes snapped back to hers. “You find me attractive like this?!” they asked, aghast.
“Well, my omega physiology may be lending a small amount of bias, but…yes, I do,” chuckled Delia. A small amount of bias was an understatement. Her proximity to the alpha was gradually sending her into a heat state, but she was valiantly trying to ignore it.
“Have you lost your marbles?” grumbled the lycan, giving Delia a withering look.
“That’s not very nice,” Delia reprimanded them, tapping them sharply on the nose. She watched their brow tighten, their eyes squeezed shut.
“Sorry,” they offered quietly.
“I forgive you,” sighed Delia. “Just don’t do it again.”
The lycan looked up at her with eyes full of sorrow, their ears leaning back. Delia sighed again. It seemed every time they made any progress, they slipped back again. “Come here sweetheart,” she cooed, shuffling over to reduce the gap between them, tucking the great head under her chin, her hand stroking firmly down their back.
She could feel them whining gently as they nestled into her. It took quite some time, but eventually they started to relax, the whine transforming into something more contented, almost a purr. They even placed a tentative paw on her waist. Delia was grateful she was still fully clothed for now, if the contact had been with her skin she doubted she’d have been able to ignore her growing heat any longer. As it was, she was struggling to keep still. She felt increasingly wired, sweat prickling her skin.
Of course the lycan had noticed too, thanks to their heightened sense of smell, and they were now nuzzling at the front of her blouse, seeking the scent glad between her breasts.
***** “Ssssshhhhh cariad,” Delia murmured, kissing the top of their head, though whether she was trying to calm the creature or herself she wasn’t entirely sure. All she wanted to do right now was wrap her legs around the lycan.
And they seemed to be on a similar train of thought, if thought was even involved. Their paws clutched at her hips suddenly, pulling her tight against them, before they started clawing at her back. Though Delia’s omega was practically purring at the treatment, Delia herself didn’t feel ready.
“Slow down sweetheart,” she gasped, grabbing the paw behind her. “There’s no hurry.”
But the alpha seemed to disagree, rolling Delia onto her back, covering her, using their teeth to pull at her blouse.
“No!” Delia said firmly, trying to push the creature away, but they were heavier and stronger. “I said slow down!”
Suddenly those striking blue eyes were glaring down at her, teeth bared in a snarl. Delia was looking at a beast. She could find no trace of humanity in the terrifying face above her. A single sharp claw dragged down her chest, and she heard the buttons of her blouse snapping off.
“Please…Pats!” Delia squirmed, trying to keep herself covered, trying to shield her remaining buttons. “Don’t!…Patsy stop!”
The change in the face above her was shocking, the muscles growing slack as the creature blinked rapidly, and the beast receded. The lycan scrambled back as though burned, cowering on their haunches. Delia felt lightheaded as she gasped down air, her chest smarting where her skin had been scored. When she felt steady enough, Delia pushed herself up to sitting, and observed the lycan. Their entire body was shaking, breath heavy but shallow as they tried to be small, just off the edge of the mattress.
***** “I am a monster,” they sobbed.
“Sweetheart,” Delia breathed, reaching for the creature, her heart breaking.
“Don’t touch me,” they whimpered, shrinking back into the shadows. “I told you it wasn’t safe.”
Delia knelt in front of them, itching to touch them, embrace them, but knowing it wouldn’t help right now. “Look at me love.”
The lycan barely raised their head, but Delia could see their eyes were wet.
“This was never going to be plain sailing, neither of us have ever mated before—”
“With good reason!” they snapped.
“Not necessarily,” sighed Delia. “We couldn’t be sure how we would react to each other’s scents.”
“It made me dangerous!”
“But you came back.”
“Because you were frightened!”
“Exactly! You were still there and when you knew I needed you, you took control again!” She watched the creature for a moment. “We just have to be careful. Keep you present.”
The lycan glanced at her chest. “I can’t hurt you again.”
Delia looked down too. A fine line of red had stained her blouse. “Pats, that wasn’t your fault. And now we know that your alpha can take over, we can work on making sure it doesn’t. I know you can control it Pats, just like I can control my omega.”
The creature’s head dropped again, but Delia had had enough of this distance. Edging forward, she placed a hand on their cheek. “We can’t help what we are cariad, but we can cope better with it together.”
It took a moment, but the lycan nuzzled into her palm, and Delia felt her heart swell. She crawled in closer still, insinuating herself between the long, gangly limbs, this time nestling her head under their chin, close enough to absorb their warmth and scent. A foreleg wrapped gently around her. She could hear their heart thudding away in their chest. It was surprisingly soothing as she rested her cheek against the soft fur, so she closed her eyes and allowed the lycan to hold her, their soft, purring rumble lulling her into a light doze.
Delia had no idea how long she snoozed for, but she became aware that her omega had reawakened, and it was making it’s wants clear.
“You’re in need of attention.”
The deep voice reverberated through her, making her tremble. “I’ll be fine,” she murmured, taking deep breaths and willing her omega back down.
“You don’t have to be fine,” the lycan said, gently nuzzling the top of Delia’s head. “We cope better together, remember?”
The brunette rolled her eyes, rarely appreciating when such sentiments were turned back on her. “I don’t want to make things more difficult for you.”
“You being in rampant heat will be more difficult for me. So if you won’t let me help you, you’ll need to leave,” the creature rumbled.
Delia thought for a second, though her mind was fuzzy. That would mean walking past the other less controlled lycans, in a heat state, not to mention potential alphas of her own sort on her way through town to get home. The lycans wouldn’t be able to get to her, but she still didn’t fancy provoking anyone. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Maybe coming up here had been a bad idea.
An intense spasm of need rippled through her and she groaned in frustration. The lycan whimpered in concern, holding her closer.
“Ok,” she gasped. “But just to settle things down.”
The creature nodded, shifting so they could look Delia in the eye. She cupped their jaw and stretched to place a kiss on their brow. She wanted them to ravish her, but she’d take whatever she could get right now. Clumsily, she untied the ridiculous red cloak still around her neck. Wearing that up here really had been an absurd idea. She then fumbled the last of her buttons, tugging the blouse from her skirt and discarding that too, swiftly followed by her brassiere. Then she held the lycan’s face again and started littering their cheeks and jaw with kisses. She wanted to kiss them on the mouth, but was wary of their sharp teeth. The creature gave an appreciative growl, burying their face into her neck, and Delia threw her arms around their shoulders, holding them tight. Their scent sent her mind reeling, and the sensation of fur against her bare skin…she had to be careful not to get caught up in the giddiness that washed over her.
She heard the lycan take a few long, deep inhales, and then a tongue flicked out to lick her neck. She tamped down the delighted shiver that surged through her. “Pats?” she asked tentatively.
“I’m here,” rumbled the creature wrapped around her, abandoning Delia’s neck to press their forehead to hers, Delia sighing with relief, and allowing a little of the contentment her omega was radiating to seep into her body. “Lay down?”
Trying not to think too much, Delia shuffled back onto the mattress, the pulsing of her body helping her ignore the scratchiness of the material and straw it covered.
The lycan lay down next to her. “I’ll go slow,” they said, their ears twitching. “If you need to stop…”
“I’ll tell you,” nodded Delia, holding one of their paws. She was already missing their closeness, their warmth.
And apparently so was the lycan. They wriggled up against her side, their fur tickling her skin, rumbling quietly, and the brunette felt her body relaxing as they nuzzled back into her neck. The first lick made her breath catch, the broad tongue, thinner than a humans, but smoother than a canines, nudging behind her ear. The short, soft swipes sent butterflies raging around her belly, and she had to try really hard not to squirm.
“Does that tickle?”
“Not exactly,” Delia squeaked, her mind flooding with images of where else she wanted that tongue, and her body responding in agreement.
“Keep going?” they asked, and Delia could see that lopsided smile trying to spread across their face. No doubt they could smell the effect they were having on her. She nodded.
And so they moved down, licking at Delia’s pulse point, and the junction of her neck and shoulder, then her collarbone, all the while remaining by her side. Delia breathed deeply, trying to stay in control of her body’s responses. Increasingly, she wanted to feel the creature’s weight upon her, more contact, but they agreed to be slow and careful. Her hand made it’s way to the scruff of their neck, fingers spread in an effort not to clutch. On the one hand, every stroke of the creature’s tongue was holding at bay the uncomfortable urgency that came with an untended heat, but on the other it was stoking a new urgency, a desperate need for satiation. She wanted to pant and squirm, to grab and demand, but she was wary of provoking her partner’s inner beast. So she stayed still, taking deep, shaky breaths.
“What do you need?” asked the lycan.
Delia tensed at the feeling of their hot breath on her neck. “This is fine sweetheart,” she murmured.
“You’re not fine Deels.”
She could hear the concern in their voice, but found herself distracted by them nosing at her jaw.
“You’re allowed to ask for what you need.”
The brunette could feel herself getting more muddled. Her rational side, wanting to take things slowly, at war with her irrational omega side that just wanted to be fucked.
Desperately hoping it would quiet her mind, she yielded, clutching the lycan’s shoulder and pulling them on top of her. They went willingly, folding their legs beneath them to lay over Delia, their head resting lightly on Delia’s chest. Delia’s head fell back, an aching groan spilling from her as relief flooded her body at the simple deep pressure and contact.
The lycan rumbled happily. “Better?” they asked quietly.
Delia nodded, her fingers sinking into the fur of their neck. It wasn’t satiation, but it would do for now. Opening her eyes, she looked down at the creature gazing up at her. “Thank you,” she breathed, stroking their head, a little overwhelmed by the tenderness before her.
“You don’t have to thank me.” They smiled softly, before glancing down at Delia’s sternum. “At least I didn’t do any lasting damage,” they murmured, nosing Delia’s breastbone.
Delia looked down, and was shocked to see a long pink scar, rather than the angry, inflamed red line she’d expected. “How on earth did that happen?”
“You’re in heat, you heal quicker.”
“I never realised it would be that quick,” Delia said, her eyebrows raised. She was trying to ignore the butterflies that had taken flight at the feel of the creature’s nose so close to her scent gland. Her fingers hadn’t got the memo though, digging into whichever of the lycan’s muscles was closest.
“More?” they asked, the tenderness in their eyes shifting into something more intense.
Delia squeezed her own eyes closed, that look making her body throb. “That might be wise,” she croaked. She fully expected the creature to dive between her breasts, the scent no doubt driving them to distraction, so she was shocked when she felt their tongue swipe over her nipple. “Woah!” she cried before clamping her lips shut, whimpering loudly as they lapped at the sensitive bud. She had to press her thighs together, suddenly aware that she was very wet. She heard the lycan take a deep inhale as they switched to her other nipple, and Delia had to stifle a groan as the creature’s low growl vibrated through her. Arousal was thundering through her body, and Delia thought she might explode.
Then the lycan’s tongue stroked slow and firm over her scent point, and Delia arched as something akin to an orgasm rocketed through her. Past the rushing of blood in her ears she thought she heard the lycan chuckle, before their tongue returned for a second stroke.
“Oh duw!” she whimpered, her body shaking.
“Ask, Deels,” rumbled the lycan, licking again.
“Ffyc…ffyc,” breathed Delia, well aware her control was about to shatter. “More! I want more…fy duw I need you Pats!”
When the creature rose, Delia’s body tensed at the loss of pressure, a frustrated whine escaping her. But then her knees were nudged apart, and they shuffled down further, settling between her legs, licking all over her belly. Delia’s breath was coming hard and fast as she tried to be patient. But the sudden snuffling of a nose up her skirt made the air catch in her chest, her heart pounding as it inched closer and closer to her core, to her wetness, then a tongue lapping at the sodden scrap of cloth covering her modesty forced her breath from her in a rush. She’d never felt anything like it, the ardent licking sending every nerve ending fizzing. Without thinking, Delia’s hands shot to her waist, rucking up her skirt and grabbing at the elastic of her knickers, but the cloth was snatched from her fingers, and she looked down in time to see her undergarment shredded by sharp teeth. While the moment sent a thrill through her, the deep snarl that accompanied it had her worried. When the creature glanced up at her she sighed with relief, her love very much present in those blues eyes as her partner nestled between her thighs.
“They were in the way,” they growled.
And then tongue met flesh, and Delia could’ve wept if the sensation wasn’t entirely distracting every last one of her faculties.
“Alright?” enquired the creature, their hot breath on Delia’s hypersensitive sex making the brunette cry out.
Delia didn’t have the capacity to form a comprehensible response, so she grabbed their head and put them to work. They obliged with a mix of long, languid strokes and indulgent lapping. All Delia could do was lift her knees and open herself up to them. Her skin was on fire, her brain had given up, all that existed was the fast growing pressure in her belly.
The lycan was growling and rumbling as they feasted on her, their incredible tongue laving every millimetre of her sex. Delia was shaking, muscles tightening all over in preparation for she didn’t even know what, all she knew was it was going to be big. She could barely breathe she was so tense, her eyes and jaw clenched so tightly they hurt.
When her orgasm finally hit, her brain gave her no assistance in describing anything beyond the fact the sensations balanced precariously on the border between pain and pleasure. It was so incredibly intense it made her ears ring, although that may have been from her own screaming…or the howling, she was sure she heard howling.
As it started to ebb, her senses gradually returned. Her body had contracted, curled into a tight ball, and the creature was whimpering, licking at her soothingly. But they must have sensed her return, because their paws were on the back of Delia’s thighs, pressing her knees to her chest, feet in the air. They glanced up at her, holding eye contact, and brought their tongue to her entrance. The Welshwoman gasped and spasmed as they swirled slowly, the pressure sending her eyes rolling into the back of her head. Oh they were very good with that tongue. She caught her lip between her teeth, a keening moan escaping her, rolling her hips with the glorious sensations. That first explosive orgasm must have taken the edge off, Delia was far more aware now, better able to process everything that was happening. But she was still shocked when the lycan’s tongue entered her.
“Fuck!” she cried, pulling at their fur. Their tongue was so deep inside her, curling and swiping, she couldn’t believe it. But Iesu she liked it! “Oh my god!” she squeaked, rocking to meet the gloriously dexterous muscle that was plundering her depths. “Keep going, please keep going!”
A growl sent sparks right through her, and Delia swore they drove even deeper into her. Their nose was nudging against her clit, and her sex was twitching madly, lights flashing behind her clenched eyelids.
“I’m…fuuuuuuck….you’re gonna make me…” she sobbed before her brain shorted out, her body trembling and her inner muscles clenching around their tongue.
And then the tension in her body snapped and Delia arched hard, a guttural cry tearing from her throat, her body bucking relentlessly, driving her sex onto the lycan’s delving tongue. It was incredible, unbelievable. And it just kept going! She didn’t want it to stop, but she was getting lightheaded, and her muscles were screaming.
“Pats!…I can’t…” she gasped, still tugging at their fur, needing to be closer even as her vision started to get fuzzy around the edges.
Suddenly their tongue was gone, and Delia’s body wasn’t impressed, spasms coursing through her as she groaned through clenched teeth. Thankfully that lycan seemed to sense her distress and before she knew it Delia had been scooped off the mattress and found herself curled on the creature’s chest as they reclined where she’d been laying. She was whimpering and twitching, but the lycan’s soothing rumble, and the solid reassuring weight of their arms around her was reminding her body how to relax.
Eventually, she released a huge sigh. “My oh my,” she slurred. “What a big tongue you have.”
Her love chuckled, and nuzzled the top of her head. “All the better to eat you with,” they growled, and now Delia shook with laughter.
As Delia’s muscles uncoiled, she turned her face to their chest, pressing soft kisses into the fine fur.
The timbre of the creature’s rumble changed, and their grip tightened. “Rest now Deels. Sleep. You’ll feel better afterwards.” Their voice was low and deep, and it made the hairs up and down Delia’s body stand on end.
“I feel better already,” she purred, wriggling against their grip. She wanted to be close, but not restrained. She felt energised, her blood singing. She knew what she needed to do. She managed to get high enough up their chest to kiss along their jaw. The muscles beneath her trembled. “I want to be with you.”
“You are with me,” they stated glibly.
“Don’t be obtuse,” Delia scowled, before stretching languidly. Her eyes widened when she felt something jab against her knee.
“Deels, don’t—”
Scrambling to push up on her hands, Delia looked over her shoulder and gasped. “My my my!” she croaked, turning to grin down at the lycan. “What a big—”
“Stop right there,” they said firmly in a voice that was the most Patsy-esque Delia had heard all night. “Pay no attention to it.”
Delia gave them an incredulous look. “I don’t think ignoring it will make it go away love.” They looked away from her, but Delia could taste their need. She’d been able to taste it since she arrived, she just hadn’t been able to process it. She draped herself over their torso, a single finger tracing their collarbone. “You are, after all, an alpha…An alpha that has just satisfied their omega.”
The creature’s chest swelled beneath her, accompanied by a growl.
The brunette grinned coquettishly. “Do you like the sound of that? You satisfied your omega.” She felt claws emerge against her skin before they were swiftly retracted. Delia sat up, straddling their waist. “So surely, it stands to reason…” she purred, reaching to the side of her crumpled skirt to undo the clasp and zip, “…that any good little omega…” She had to wriggle and squirm to pull the skirt up and over her head. It was a less than graceful moment, but the look on the lycan’s face suggested they couldn’t care less. “…should do whatever she can to satisfy her alpha in return?”
Said alpha’s eyes wandered her skin hungrily. “Too-big-for-her-boots-omega more like,” they grumbled.
“You wouldn’t have me any other way.” Delia smirked, lowering herself down until her tongue could caress a fur concealed nipple.
The lycan’s head tipped back, growling through clenched teeth, clutching at Delia’s hips. The brunette licked again, this time giving her pelvis an experimental roll, the resultant whimper producing a rush of moisture between her thighs.
“Stop…stop stop,” her love whined, and Delia sat up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her cheeks colouring as her body began to throb again.
They whimpered again, taking shallow breaths. “I don’t want to hurt you!”
“Pats, don’t worry about that. After everything you’ve done to me, believe me, I can definitely take you,” she assured with a cheeky smile, squeezing the paw on her hip. “Can’t promise I can take your knot though.”
“It’s not that, or at least not just that.” They avoided eye contact entirely, and Delia’s heart squeezed at the despair they emanated. “What if…I lose control, I might…”
“Patsy we already talked about this—”
“I know I know, it’s just…if I ever…did anything to you against your will I’d never forgive myself. When I was focused on you it wasn’t a problem, all I wanted was to please you, but if it’s the other way around—”
“Then you’ll just have to keep focusing on me, won’t you. I know that I am going to love having you inside me.” Judging from the way they were now looking at her, she didn’t think focusing on her would be a problem. That look made her tingle all over. “How about we take it slow again? And if you feel like you might lose control, then we stop.” Delia could see them thinking, weighing up the risks as their paws flexed against her hips. “How does that sound?” she asked gently, despite the scent of their need growing steadily stronger.
Finally, the creature gave a hesitant nod. “Slowly. And…if you need to stop—”
“I’ll let you know,” Delia smiled. “Thank you cariad.”
The lycan frowned. “For what?”
“For letting me look after you.” Delia reached out and cupped their cheek, her thumb stroking slowly over their bottom lip. How she wanted to kiss those lips.
They leant into her palm, so Delia placed a lingering kiss on the corner of their mouth, before starting downwards, leaving a trail of gentle pecks and soft wet kisses across the expanse of the creature’s torso. Their skin twitched beneath her lips, deep breaths expanding their chest, their paws switching between clutching at her back and stroking it. The further down their body Delia got, the harder her heart beat, her palms growing sweaty as adrenaline filtered through her body. By the time she felt the lycan’s erection brushing against her bum her heart was thundering in her chest.
“You’re scared,” stated the creature, watching her closely.
“I’m nervous,” Delia admitted, releasing a shaky breath. “Never mated before, remember?”
They nodded. “We don’t—”
“I want to,” blurted Delia, smiling. “Do you?”
They nodded again.
“Good,” she chuckled. “Ready?”
They inhaled deeply. “Ready.”
Shuffling back until she was over their hips, Delia reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around the creature’s fullness. They immediately tensed beneath her. “Shhh…it’s ok, just keep breathing.”
A stilted nod was all they could manage, as she guided them to her centre, caressing her own folds with the head. She’d already been wet, but the lycan’s gasp made her wetter. She released a shaky breath at the feel of their member gliding over her sensitive flesh. Her body was screaming at her to hurry up, but this was more about her partner than her own omega.
Still, Delia positioned them at her entrance, waited for them to make eye contact, and when she felt they were both ready, carefully lowered herself down. It stung as the large appendage pressed against her, her body resisting, no matter how much she wanted this. Her eyes scrunched closed, she hissed through her teeth as her sex gradually stretched to accommodate her alpha.
“Deels?” the lycan asked quietly, their voice shaking.
Delia took a deep breath. “I’m ok, nearly there.” Carefully, she tilted her pelvis forward, then back again, forward…
The creature groaned as she moved, the sound thrilling her, her body relaxing minutely, and then…
Delia gasped, and the lycan yelped as they finally entered her, the tip of their erection nestled just inside Delia’s body. The brunette placed her hands on their waist, her arms shaking as she held still, allowing her body a moment to adjust. Again, she felt herself balancing on the edge of pleasure and pain. She needed to relax. But she was distracted when she registered a chorus of howls outside.
“What is that?” she panted.
“The others,” grumbled the lycan below her, their jaw clamped shut. “They know what we’re doing.”
Delia frowned. “What? How?…Can they hear us?”
“Yes,” they groaned, claws grazing down the Welshwoman’s thighs. “Deels, please…”
Bringing her attention back to the moment, Delia realised they were shaking more than she was. “Sorry, yes, of course,” she winced, registering the frustration flowing from her lover. She pressed down a little and then rose again, striving to take the creature’s member a little deeper every time she descended. It was definitely erring on the side of pleasure now, though her sex was still fluttering and stretching around them. She moaned quietly as she rocked her hips, a blissful feeling growing inside her as the lycan filled her body. “Oh duw,” she breathed, watching her partner from under hooded eyes. They were trying so hard to stay still, to let her set the pace, but she felt claws more than once as they grunted and whimpered beneath her. Not wanting to prolong their torment, Delia lifted herself higher, returning with more force. The creature’s head fell back, their mouth wide, and with a few more rises Delia found herself seated, the lycan’s erection fully sheathed inside her. She continued to roll her pelvis, every sensation close to overwhelming, though undoubtedly more so for her partner, who was twitching and squeaking below her. “Patsy, you need to breathe love,” she whimpered, knowing she should do the same.
Staring up at her, they inhaled raggedly, and their twitching subsided a little.
“Better?” Delia asked.
“I think so,” the lycan murmured, their paws moving up to her hips. “Oh fuck…Deels…” they groaned, arching.
Delia gasped as they moved inside her. It felt glorious. “Do what you need to do cariad.”
They hesitated for a moment, and Delia could see their concerns flitting across their face again, but then they planted their feet into the mattress and bucked. Delia cried out, her eyes snapping shut, delight surging through her as she fought to stay upright.
“Are you alright?” they asked quietly.
Delia grinned. “Do it again.”
A satisfied growl rumbled through her partner, and they bucked again, and again, and again. Delia gave full voice to her pleasure, trying to lever herself up enough to give the lycan more room to thrust, but her knees barely reached the mattress as it was, and with how tightly they were clutching her hips, her control of her body was steadily diminishing as her lover took what they needed from her. Her body was vibrating with euphoric energy, just knowing she was pleasing her alpha. She could feel their growls and rumbles subsiding, being replaced with gasps and whimpers. Their bucking was getting faster, shallower, pulling Delia down tight against their pelvis as their head tipped back further and further.
“Yes sweetheart,” Delia groaned, working hard to massage them with her inner muscles. “That’s it, come on Pats.”
They yelped, arching taught as a bow, claws emerging to dig into Delia’s skin. Holding on tight and breathing heavily, Delia rocked for them, giving them as much as she could. And then they crashed back down, quickly rolling onto their side and curling in on themself, the brunette nestled securely against them.
Delia was quite content where she was, listening to the lycan’s heart thundering beneath her cheek, muscles twitching around her as her lover’s orgasm dissipated. She was overflowing with glee. She’d brought her mate to satisfaction, and her omega was delighted. Her whole body was buzzing, her senses incredibly heightened. She just wanted to absorb the creature’s warmth and scent. Everything just felt so good, so right in this moment. Even with all the noise from the other cottages.
“I think they’re jealous,” she chuckled, turning her head and pressing her lips to the fine fur of their chest.
Their laugh vibrated through their torso. “Some of them are envious, yes.” Curling down further, they nuzzled her hair. “Some of them think you smell divine and want you for themselves.” A growl followed, and Delia’s chest swelled at the hint of possessiveness in their scent.
“Well, tough,” she grinned. “I’m a mated omega now.”
“You’re not quite mated Deels,” they pointed out, slowly uncurling. “You’ve only had sex with an alpha.”
Delia waved her hand dismissively. “Details details. As far as I’m concerned I am mated, just like as far as we’re concerned, we are married, even if it’s not legally recognised.” Taking a deep breath, she eased herself away from their hips, shuffling up until she could wrap her arms around their neck. “After all, it’s only our opinion on these things that matters.”
She was surprised by the quiet whine they made as they looked into her eyes. “I still wish I could give you a real marriage.”
“Our marriage is real Patsy,” she told them firmly. “It’s real to us, that’s what counts.” She snuggled into them, pressing slow, sweet kisses to their jaw and cheeks, and she was very grateful when they wrapped around her, holding her tight. “We’ve got each other, that’s enough for me.” She stroked their head until they started purring, their body relaxing. “We could work on the mating though,” she said wickedly, and her omega agreed vehemently.
The lycan’s head snapped up, staring at her. “I’m not biting you.” But Delia could smell that their alpha really liked the idea.
“We can worry about that further down the line, but there’s other things we can do,” quipped Delia nonchalantly, her eyebrow raised.
They swallowed hard. “You said you couldn’t take the knot.”
“I said I wasn’t sure, but you could still mate me, in the most traditional way.” Their wide-eyed whimper was almost enough to make Delia laugh. “What’s the matter? Doesn’t Patience Mount want to mount their omega?”
“I…umm…Oh…of cour…but…err…”
“Patsy,” Delia said with all the authority she could muster with her hormones beginning to surge again, and the delicious scent rolling off her partner. “I want you to mate me.”
A lustful rumble was all the warning Delia got and then their cuddle was over, the lycan moving lightning fast to tower over her. Butterflies raging in her belly, Delia sucked on her lower lip as she rolled onto all fours, dutifully presenting for her alpha. Their rumble grew to a growl as the creature shuffled up behind her. Just being in this position with her lover so close excited Delia immensely, the considerable wetness between her thighs growing. When their paws settled on the mattress either side of her hands the brunette began to tremble. They weren’t even in physical contact with her yet! She squeaked in surprise when their nose met her neck, taking a deep inhale.
“You smell so good,” they muttered, their tongue flicking at her skin.
“It’s all for you Patsy,” Delia breathed, trying to hold still even as their possessive growl made her want to arch. They continued to lap down her back, making her twitch and whimper. A steady pulse was building in her sex, and she found herself humming with want. Their tongue reached the small of her back, and they licked firmly up her spine. Delia couldn’t hold back the resulting moan as her body trembled.
“Are you sure about this?” they murmured next to her ear.
“I swear to god Patsy if you don’t mount me soon…” Delia whimpered, her head falling forward. She could taste their approval, and it made her whole body tingle.
One of their paws left the mattress, and she felt them settle into position, the hot head of their length pressing against her entrance, and she was reduced to panting.
“Deep breath Delia,” they chuckled.
The Welshwoman tried to comply, but the moment they breached her her breath caught in her chest. They slipped deeper and deeper into her body, and only when their pelvis met her bum was she able to exhale.
“Ohhh…fuck!” they whimpered above her, and Delia could only nod in agreement as her body strived to relax around them.
Pressing their hips forward, they gave her an experimental hump, which left them both groaning.
“I think…this is going to be intense.” The lycan’s voice was unsteady, and their paws were flexing against the mattress.
Delia chuckled quietly. Intense was likely to be a monstrous understatement. “I’m game if you are.”
“Oh really?”
She could hear them grinning, but then they pulled back and made their first proper thrust. She just made out their squeak and a peal of the filthiest giggles ever tore free of her.
“Again,” she commanded, and they obeyed, retreating and returning with more force. Delia hummed gleefully, her sex tingling at the delicious intrusion. “Keep going,” she sighed.
***** And so they did, arching above her and driving into her body over and over. The brunette’s eyes rolled back, moans flowing freely from her open mouth. The feeling of her lover moving inside her like this was glorious, and her omega was delirious with excitement. Patsy’s alpha apparently was too, the lycan’s movements suddenly becoming brutal as they growled above her.
This treatment was becoming notably less pleasant for Delia, concern rippling through her. She hissed in pain after a particularly violent thrust. “Arghh…Pats?”
The creature faltered for a moment, and then stilled. “I’m here, I’m so sorry!” they whimpered.
“It’s ok, it’s ok.” Delia reached up to caress the furry head that was pressed to her shoulder. “You came right back.”
***** “Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” they murmured against her back.
“No sweetheart, it’ll be alright,” Delia panted. “I just need to keep you present.”
“And how do you plan to do that?”
“By making sure I have your attention,” Delia purred, pressing back against their pelvis. She was rewarded with a tantalising whine. “Do you like that Patsy?”
They hesitated, but then nodded ardently.
“Then let’s work together.” Delia moved her hands further forward on the mattress, and pushed back as hard as she could, impaling herself on the creature’s erection, crying out her pleasure. She continued moving like this even as Patsy held still, whimpering. “Urghhhhh…oh fuck…oh Pats you feel so good!” she moaned, her head dropping. Sure she might be playing it up vocally, but this was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. “Do you like that?” she asked, her voice unsteady. “Do you like that Alpha?”
“Yes!” they growled, pulling their hips back as they finally joined in, thrusting to meet Delia’s body firmly. It took Delia’s breath away and she felt the heat growing in her belly.
“Yeeeeees!” she mewled, over and over, while also pleading with her body to hold on. This was just too goddamn fucking good and she wanted to ride the euphoric wave for as long as she bloody well could. There was no need to ham up her vocals anymore, whines and moans and nonsensical words spilling freely from her mouth as her body rocked with every single gloriously long perfect stroke. Her body felt like it was blossoming open, welcoming her alpha entirely even as she squeezed down as hard as she could. And she was too close to tumbling over the edge for her liking. P…P…Pats!” she cried. “Talk to me Pats!”
The lycan rumbled and she felt it through her entire body. “You’re incredible Delia…everything about you.” They growled, pressing their nose to Delia’s neck. “I want you…I want all of you…I want to consume you!” Patsy’s hips sped up to reinforce their point.
A long low cry tumbled from Delia and she dropped to her elbows, her arms suddenly made of jelly. Well this was doing the opposite of what she’d intended. “Oh god…I don’t want…you to stop…but I’m…I’m not ready to finish!…I don’t want to finish yet!” she wailed, clamping her eyes shut. The pressure inside her was growing unbearable, so she bit down on her lip, so desperate to hold on that she tasted blood.
The creature groaned powerfully above her, and for a moment Delia felt the flat plane of clenched teeth press against her shoulder. It made her whole body shake.
“You can finish darling,” they murmured, their breath hot and damp against her ear. “We can keep going…until you’re entirely satisfied.” They wrapped a strong arm around Delia’s ribs, holding her safely, as the brunette began to lose her battle. “Let go love,” they rumbled.
And every shred of control Delia was clinging to was lost, violent convulsions wracking her body, a long keening cry tearing from her throat, and light sparking behind her eyelids. Thought was impossible, only feeling, and feeling was everything. She’d never be able to describe how it felt, only that her awareness of her body was shattered by the intense pleasure. Time simply didn’t exist while she was in this orgasmic thrall, but when she came back to herself she could feel the arm around her shaking, an urgent whimpering seeping into her consciousness. The lycan was barely moving, but Delia’s sex was still spasming around their length, squeezing them rhythmically. It must be torturous for the poor creature. They were clearly holding back, waiting for her. She groaned as a particularly violent aftershock surged through her. Delia felt incredibly weak, but she needed to help her love.
Planting her hands back on the mattress, she started to rock back and forth. “Your turn to let go annwyl!” she panted, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her whole body was singing as her partner moved inside her. Patsy was incredibly tense, emitting a strangled cry each time Delia rocked back.
“But you…you need…” they groaned.
“I need you sweetheart!” Delia’s voice shook. She was approaching another orgasm already, and she needed to take Patsy with her.
And so Patsy gave her what she needed. Moving together it was just a few short minutes before they both reached climax, crying out together as they both trembled, muscles rippling and clenching, and the creature collapsed to their elbows. Delia was well aware of how hard they were shaking above her, as the dark spots faded from her vision. She wanted to feel their weight, wanted to be covered as she caught her breath and gathered her strength, but she knew they wouldn’t allow that, would instead use every last ounce of energy to protect her. Despite her own weak limbs, Delia didn’t want to move. To do so would likely result in her lover slipping out of her body, and Delia wasn’t ready to lose the delightful, comforting sensation of them being nestled deep inside her, of being joined with them. So she held still, savouring their scent, the feel of their fur tickling her back, listening to their great heaving breaths above her. It was a unique moment.
“Are you alright?” they asked softly, their nose pressing into Delia’s hair.
A lazy grin spread across Delia’s face. “Absolutely magnificent cariad,” she sighed, turning her head in an attempt to nuzzle them.
“That you are darling,” they rumbled, making Delia chuckle.
“I love you Patsy,” murmured Delia, reaching up to tangle her fingers in their mane, suddenly aching for more contact.
“I love you too.” Slowly, tenderly, their tongue caressed behind Delia’s ear.
Delia hummed her approval, leaning into the touch as they licked her again, before moving lower, taking a long, languid stroke up the brunette’s neck. She released her breath through pursed lips, her body starting to tingle again, not that it had really stopped.
“That feels nice,” she purred, tipping her head to the side in encouragement.
She felt their rumble of delight, and they continued licking, thoroughly exploring her neck and shoulders. Heat coursed through Delia, goosebumps erupting all over her skin. Something was changing in the lycan’s scent, their member twitching inside her. A shiver ripped down her spine.
“P…Pats?” she groaned. She didn’t know what was happening to them both, but she wanted it.
Patsy’s tongue was intensely focused on the spot where Delia’s shoulder met her neck, and the Welshwoman couldn’t help moaning as they licked feverishly. It was transmitting straight to her sex. She felt like she was swelling, opening, as Patsy grew harder.
“Oh Christ…Oh Patsy please!” she mewled, her hips rolling of their own volition.
Growling, the creature started to rock in counterpoint. Delia gasped. Something felt different. It was still absolutely…deliciously bloody glorious but…Patsy wasn’t hitting quite as deep? And…there was more pressure at her entrance…Oh!
“Pats! Aaaarghh! You’re…you’re knotting!”
“Huh?” they grunted, their rhythm faltering. “Shit!…No no no no no no!” They forced themself back up onto their paws, their hips retreating from Delia, withdrawing.
“No!” Delia clenched her pelvic muscles as tight as she possibly could, unwilling to let her lover leave her body. “Don’t you dare! Please cariad…I want it…I need it!” she whined.
“I don’t…what if…” they stammered, and Delia could hear their concern, but couldn’t hold back a growl of her own. “I mean…are you certain Deels?”
In lieu of a verbal response, Delia settled her knees wider, leaning down so her head and chest rested on the mattress, her back arched. Patsy growled deeply, and Delia could feel their eyes burning into the skin of her back. The want radiating off her partner made Delia tremble, her muscles relaxing entirely around their pulsing erection. She was so ready to be knotted. Something warm dripped onto her shoulder blade…was Patsy drooling? She had no time to contemplate it further as the lycan pressed forward, sheathing themself as entirely as they could. Delia keened at the feeling of being filled again, unbelievably eager to be tied with her love.
Gripping her hips, Patsy began to roll against her. No thrusting this time, only pressure, the slowly swelling band of muscle at the base of their length massaging Delia’s opening, the brunette’s copious, and increasing, wetness keeping their movements smooth.
Delia hummed steadily, her face pressed into the dusty mattress, her hands flexing on the sheet. Her body was buzzing. The pressure was absolutely sublime, though it did smart. Patsy’s knot was already larger than that of an alpha of Delia’s own kind, but she daren’t dwell on that. She just needed to stay relaxed. The lycan was holding her so tightly against them that every roll of their hips moved them beautifully inside her. She was opening up, steadily. It was only a matter of time. She was trying so hard to be patient, but she wanted it so badly, the occasional whimper of need interrupting her humming.
She could also sense the tension in her partner’s body, keeping themself reigned in, remaining gentle but firm. This couldn’t be easy on them either. So she arched her back further, pulsing her hips up and down. Patsy rumbled their approval, their knot swelling notably. Oh dear. Now it really did smart. Delia screwed her eyes shut and breathed deeply. She could do this, she could.
“You’re hurting,” the creature whined.
“I’m fine,” Delia insisted. “Please don’t stop.”
They whimpered, shifting. “I can help.” Their paws left her hips, returning to the mattress, and Delia pushed back harder, not wanting to lose the progress they’d made. Patsy’s nose at her neck made her jump once more, but her breathing turned ragged as they began to lick again. Groaning hard, Delia rolled her hips faster. The pain was easing, her body doing what it needed to do to allow her to join with her alpha.
“Oh duw…oh duw…” she whined, the knot inching further and further into her.
And then her shoulder was between Patsy’s teeth. The sharp shock forced a cry up her throat, and her body opened, Patsy’s knot finally filling her and she went limp, pleasure devastating her from head to toe. But she was being held safely and securely by her trembling lycan.
“Ok?” they asked tightly as Delia convulsions gentled.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Delia breathed beatifically.
Patsy held her carefully as they sat back on their haunches, and leaned back to sit against the wall, Delia held tenderly against their torso. The boneless brunette felt nothing but cared for, loved, despite her partner’s evident exhaustion. She couldn’t help giggling as the adrenaline continued to trickle through her veins.
“Well, that was quite something annwyl.”
“You’re telling me!”
Grinning, Delia stroked the arms holding her so lovingly. They’d done it. They’d actually done it. She couldn’t believe it, even with her inner omega purring away at the absolute fullness. She shifted her hips gingerly, just to feel her partner move inside her. The surge of euphoria made her gasp. But Patsy grabbed her hips, holding her still, and strangled whimper the only sound they made.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“No, it’s fine,” they murmured, their voice tight.
“What’s the matter?” Delia asked, reaching up to caress their pinched face. She could feel them holding back on something, she just couldn’t figure out what.
“Nothing darling,” Patsy sighed. “Are you ready to rest now? Are you satisfied?”
Delia frowned. She could read Patsy like a book, most of the time, but something was off. She needed to see their face, look into their eyes, but she didn’t dare shift for fear of causing her love more discomfort. They were practically vibrating, like they were full of pent up energy or something. And in fact, so was she. That wasn’t right. Everything she’d read and heard about alphas and omegas mating suggested that once the omega was knotted they should both be at least drowsy. So why were they the opposite? Had they missed something? Did they forget…Patsy’s erection twitched inside her…wait…Patsy was still rock hard!
“You didn’t finish!” she cried, and she would have turned to her partner, as much as she was able now they were tied together, but her hips were being so firmly held she barely managed to sit up, and even that made them groan. “Why didn’t you finish?”
“Delia—”
“No! What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fill me entirely?” She knew she was gabbling, probably sounded hysterical, but this was not how mating was supposed to go. She didn’t much care that Patsy wasn’t ready to bite her but…Damn it but her omega was incensed.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were desperate to get pregnant,” Patsy chuckled.
But Delia heard the falseness and the fear in the laugh. “You can’t get me pregnant, we’re not compatible in that regard you know that, now stop deflecting.”
“Why would I be deflecting?” they sighed again, and Delia knew they were rolling their eyes.
“That’s what I want to know!” Delia growled, before taking a deep breath. Her omega needed to stay out of this. This was between her and Patsy. “Pats, please just talk to me.”
“I just don’t see the need to make that much mess,” Patsy murmured, nuzzling her hair. “Being with you like this is enough for me.”
Their tongue flicked out to caress behind Delia’s ear, making the brunette shudder, but she wasn’t going to be deterred. “Don’t try to distract me,” she said sternly, shaking her head. “I just want to understand.”
Craning her neck she looked up at Patsy. The creature wouldn’t meet her gaze, instead staring off into the distance. So she let the silence stand. Her partner was very good at silences, but Delia could be patient. She had to be.
Her patience was sorely tested, but eventually Patsy huffed and went limp against the wall. “I don’t know if I can take it,” they murmured, their ears laid back. “Everything about this experience has been so overwhelming, glorious too, but…What if it breaks me? What if my alpha side takes over?” Their eyes closed, and Delia felt something unexpected roll off her partner. Fear. “Every month when I come up here it’s so…bloody hard to hold onto my humanity, what if…doing that means I lose it entirely?”
“Oh Pats,” Delia breathed, relaxing back against the solid chest at her back. “That’s what I’m here for, cariad. I’m your mate.” She brought her hand up to her shoulder, probing the bruised tissue that had allowed them to reach this point. “You didn’t bite me, but you marked me, so surely your alpha recognises me as your omega now.”
Patsy snorted mirthlessly. “I think you’re giving it way too much credit.”
“I don’t think so. It let you come back both times I needed you, it wouldn’t have let you do that for any random conquest.” Delia felt her omega’s ears perk up at that thought, a rumbling of intense jealousy and devastation seeping through her veins at the idea of Patsy mating with anyone else. She breathed deeply to try and quell it. “It’s my whole purpose to anchor you, to keep you calm during all this.” Delia only hoped they could sense the comfort she was trying to radiate to them. “If you don’t want to do it, then we won’t, but if you do…I’ll make sure you’re alright.”
Patsy’s arms tightened around her as they lowered their brow to rest on the back of Delia’s head, releasing a huge sigh. Delia didn’t feel the need to fill the quiet, content enough to just sit with her love. After a while, she was convinced Patsy had dozed off, her own eyelids starting to get heavy, despite her omega still whining that they weren’t satisfied yet.
And then Patsy tipped their pelvis.
Delia’s eyes widened even as she tried to ignore the excited response of her body, tried not to get her hopes up, aware that Patsy was likely just shifting in their sleep.
Until they did it again, and this time she couldn’t hold back the gasp.
“Is this ok?” they breathed, nuzzling at her hair.
“Oh god, yes,” Delia purred, arching her back and stretching, her blood starting to fizz at the delightful sensations of her partner moving subtly inside her again. “Please…let me have you.”
Their hold on her tightened as they continued to rock gently, Delia sighing with every movement. It felt so nice. They were held so tightly together, and she felt so full, that each twitch felt exquisite. And she wanted more. It took some effort to ease their arms from around her torso, but it gave her more room to contribute to the experience.
“What are you doing?” they groaned, pawing at Delia.
“Let me do this for you?” she breathed, rolling as deeply as she could.
The deep rumble and their tongue against her neck was agreement enough for Delia, so she leaned forward, holding onto the knees to give herself more leverage, and began to ride in earnest. Her usual rise and fall wasn’t possible this time, so she rolled her hips back and forth, in circles, in figure-of-eights, letting her partner know full well how much she was enjoying this moment. And Patsy seemed to be loving it too. Initially they tried to continue licking her back and shoulders, but had to give up, instead letting their paws firmly stroke up and down Delia’s back, claws sometimes grazing down her fair skin. It made Delia lightheaded, whining for her mate’s approaching climax.
An unexpectedly loud growl, accompanied by digging claws made Delia yelp, jumping in her seat.
“Pats?” she cried, but the lycan was already groaning.
“Can…can you do that again?” Patsy asked, their paws dropping to Delia’s hips and lifting her gently before letting her drop back into their lap.
It made Delia gasp. Maybe she had more room to work with than she’d realised. Planting her hands firmly on their knees, she pushed herself up, only a couple of centimetres, her mate’s knot still holding tight and dropped back down. Oh the stretch at her entrance felt surprisingly good even though it smarted, and as she did it again, and again, her appreciation of the line between pleasure and pain only grew. Before long she was practically bouncing in her partner’s lap, panting hard. This was incredible! So much feeling! So much pressure! Her eyes fluttered shut and she groaned long and low. At this rate she didn’t care if she reached orgasm before Patsy, she wanted to feel like this over and over and over again. The drawn out whimpers of her mate only egged her on, as did the sound of tearing cloth as they clutched at the mattress. They were close! They had to be!
She felt the tension growing in the body beneath her, their feet shuffling, body arching and flexing against the wall. And then their paws were on her shoulders, lifting their hips off the floor, thrusting hard against her. An ascending cry of delight tore from Delia’s very soul as her body was plundered for her mate’s pleasure. She gripped their knees as tight as she could and tried to keep rocking with them, giving Patsy everything she had. An almighty twitch inside her told Delia they had achieved their goal and the lycan threw their head back, howling to the sky as splash after splash of hot desire filled Delia.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, her throat now raw from screaming, every limb twitching like mad as she received her mate’s gift. She was distantly aware of the chorus of howls from both inside and outside the cottage, but nothing could hold her focus as every sense was overwhelmed by the sensation of Patsy flooding her body. Her world tilted, and it took her far too long to realise that Patsy had collapsed onto their side, holding Delia tightly as they emptied into her.
The pair of them lay that way for long moments. Delia gradually became aware of her own breathing, still heavy, though her heart rate had slowed. Her skin was covered in sweat, but she wasn’t cold. The warmth within her, combined with her mate’s fur at her back and strong arms around her, ensured that she was comfortable.
“Are you satisfied now?” Patsy asked softly, their voice weak. “Or do you need more attention?”
Delia chuckled gently. “I think I’ll be alright,” she murmured, turning her head to nuzzle against their chest. “Are you alright?”
“Never better,” Patsy rumbled contentedly. “Does that mean we can rest now?” they asked, curling around her.
“I think that would be a good idea,” sighed Delia, pulling their arm tight across her chest. “I love you Patsy Mount,” she breathed, her eyelids drooping her shut.
“I love you too…my mate.”