He expressed himself by kissing her, much deeper than before, at the same time as he slid one finger past her threshold. Her grip on his hair tightened with every painfully slow thrust of his hand. She bit his lip for him that time as his hands continued to caress her naked cunt. She was dripping.
After a few long flourishes with the flat of his tongue, he homed in on her clit, tracing wet, concentrated circles around it as she continued to harden for him. With that, she took more and more of what he had to offer. He was obligingly thrusting two, then three back into the slick between her labia, stretching her just a little more, while his tongue grew more voracious, but steady as ever.
Miranda then cupped her breasts, savoring the fullness and weight in her hands. Squeezing, she swept her thumbs across the buds until they were hard. She groaned when she took each nub between a thumb and forefinger.
Damian saw her response, her beasts along with her cunt aching with need.
“You like that, don’t you?” He teased as he slid two more fingers inside her.
Miranda whimpered and her knees began to buckle. He held her up as he fingered her roughly. It wasn’t long before she was cumming all over her his fingers right there on the bed.
He slowly took his fingers out of her, releasing the pressure he placed on her freshly soaked clit, he offered them to her mouth and then he tasted them himself. He slowly turned her and kissed her gently, running his tongue around her lips. The kiss slowly got a little deeper as Miranda’s hands began wandering his back. She wanted his cock badly, her nipples just got harder and her cunt even wetter. He had her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable, two things that drove her incredibly crazy in the best possible ways… with him there by her side of course.
Damian whispered in her ear, kissed her neck, caressed her arms. He was so soft and sensual but it was driving Miranda crazy. It wasn’t long though before the soft gentle caresses turned into slightly more aggressive movements and in particular Miranda’s nipples were being pinched and pulled. Damian loved the noises she made. She was naked and completely exposed, feeling the brush of his breath against her skin only added to the thrill and excitement.
Damian’s hands continued to wander over her body. He was caressing her nipples, running his fingers over her belly, down to her thighs, around to her ass, down to her knees… the touch was driving her crazy.
He slowly ran his hands back up her thighs and caressed her belly, stroking her body, soon he had hands on both of her breasts and another teasing her cunt lips. All Miranda could do was moan and whimper. He grabbed her shoulders and slowly guided her downward. Soon she was kneeling on the bed, on all fours, she felt so vulnerable. Trust flowed between them, one bound to the other, strength growing. He felt his balls grow heavy with cum. Oh! How he yearned to fuck her. She could feel the full wetness between her legs.
He then came to her front, his bulging member facing her. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and began to stroke him. His dick, now hard, held firmly in her hand. Fuck, he was gone for this woman, he thought, enthralled by the raw desire heating Miranda’s gaze.
Excruciatingly slowly she flicked her tongue in and around the tip of his cock. He gulped and nodded his acquiescence. Precum pooled, refilling each time her tongue swept around the head. She slowly stroked the rigid shaft of his cock while her tongue continued to tease and taste him. She kept her eyes locked with his and as she took the head into her mouth. She felt his fingers sink into her hair as he started to thrust.
Pumping her hand as she took his cock deeper into her mouth, saliva trailing in rivulets from the corner of her mouth and leaving his cock slick. She watched as his eyes closed and his breathing became ragged. She cupped his full balls in her hand. They tightened in her palm, giving away how close he was. The way he growled confirmed it.
He sighed, any hesitancy or fear that had remained evaporated in the face of unconditional acceptance.
Damian’s vision swam in a heady spin, like the dizziness that comes from peering over a cliff’s edge. By the time she was done, mouth watered and they were possessed by a yearning fierce enough to burn them to ash.
He turned her and pushed her face first against the bed. He pushed against her letting her feel his throbbing cock against her ass, positioning her legs outside of his own, widening his knees. Miranda’s cunt opened like a moonflower. A flush of arousal spread down her neck and across her full breasts.
At that moment he moved up her body, guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy and pushed hard and deep into her body. She gasped into his as both her legs went frigid. Her pussy clenched around the hard length of him. He started to thrust. Deep, penetrative strokes which she matched with her own upwards ones. They rocked together and she felt the wave peak and crash. Her orgasm broke over her and he pushed her harder with each thrust of his cock. She bit back another scream, panting hard with her release.
He was pleased as he watched her ride out the waves of her orgasm. When he pulled out of her pussy, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees and sank his long, hard cock into her from the front as he devoured her mouth with his. He thrust, setting a rhythm that turned Amy into a wild animal, thrashing and pushing back onto his cock, fucking him harder than ever before, her legs wrapped around his torso. The rhythm they had built was pushing Miranda over the edge. She met every thrust adequately as another orgasm ripped through her, the walls of her pussy clenching around him.
He drove faster inside her until he was coming with her. With a final groan he exploded, filling her with his milky essence. Withdrawing his cock from her body he collapsed beside her. Spent, she lay beside him, listening to his ragged breathing. The warmth from her skin turned into something short of an inferno. Rolling onto his side, he gathered her against him so that her back was pressed up against his rock-hard chest, and his hand snaked around to cup her breast. His breath was ragged in her ear as he kissed her there.
“You were incredible,” he said.
She blushed shyly, “thank you, Damian,” remembering that there was something else she forgot to thank him for, she turned to face him
“The peace treaty… I never really got to tell you how I felt about it.”
“Do you want to tell me now?”
She nodded, “I want to thank you… again … I know that you did it because you’re now willing to open your heart up to new changes, it’s not every alpha that tries to listen to the words of others. Thank you, Damian.”
Something dropped in his mind then, the main reason he wanted to talk to her. “Speaking of accepting new changes, you ought to be doing the same thing too.”
His words puzzled her. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about your rightful place on the throne, Miranda. You have to take what belongs to you before someone else does. The circle has tried endlessly to approach you on the matter but you refuse to acknowledge them.”
“Oh, yeah… right. How do you know about that?”
“They called to have a meeting with me today. Normally it’s against any packs customs to meet with an outside leader in the absence of their own, but there was not much they could do, especially since the supposed leader failed to show up.”
Sighs, “Damian…”
He noticed her mood then and calmed his tone, gently asking, “what is it dear? Is there something that frightens you?”
“There’s a lot of things that frightens me about this new assignment, and it has less to do with the death of my father. I’m… I’m worried that I won’t be good enough, that I may not be able to make the best decisions in favor of my people. They expect so much of me, and I think I’ll fail them in the end.”
“Oh, Miranda. I know this, I understand because I’ve been there. And during my time, I neither had the maturity nor the skill for the charge required of me. When my uncle died, I was alone, with little idea on what to do or how to lead, but somehow, things just worked their way out.”
“Are you saying…? I don’t need to know much? Are you saying I’m competent enough?”
“More than competent Miranda, I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“Thank you, Damian, for your love… your encouraging words. Thank you.”