“No, but that would have taken longer to go through his stuff than I had the other morning,” said Patrick.
“Hardest part is going to be Sam. She’s rather attached to him and will miss him when he passes,” said Ginny. Patrick nodded.
“I’ll talk to Doc Rogers and make sure he’s ready for Buster’s passing,” said Jeff.
“Good idea,” said Luc. “Might be startling if he shifts back.”
*
Ginny looked around her room. It was beautiful. Patrick had carried her while they had the grand tour of the changes in the house. Now they were alone in their room for the first time.
“They did a great job,” said Ginny.
“Yes, they did. And our decisions on what happens will wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I want to ravish you,” he said huskily as he held her in his arms.
“Ravish me?” Ginny teased. “But I’m injured.”
“Oh. Well. If you hurt too much, I’ll just sleep on the couch,” Patrick replied. He let go of her and started to head out of the room.
“One step further and I’ll kick you with my bad ankle,” said Ginny.
Patrick turned and smiled a wicked smile. “Glad to know that you don’t hurt that much,” he said. He walked back over to Ginny and started taking off her clothes. She started to help.
“No,” he growled. Ginny stopped. He had her undressed and helped her on the bed. Then he undressed. As he got onto the bed, he cuddled Ginny to him.
“Too many nights without being inside of you,” he said.
“Far too long,” said Ginny. She reached over to stroke his erection that was throbbing against her thigh.
Patrick reached between Ginny’s legs and wasn’t surprised to find her wet. His fingers slid across her clit and into her pussy with ease. Ginny groaned with pleasure. Patrick fingered her until she began to moan and press against his hand. He pulled her up on her knees and moved between her legs, careful not to bump her ankle. Patrick guided his cock between her lips and deep into her pussy. Hot, moist and so tight, he clamped down on the sensations running through his body so as to not come right then.
Ginny gasped at the sensation of having Patrick buried to the hips inside of her. Slowly, he began to stroke in and out. His hands on her hips felt good. She tried to speed up and Patrick held her, keeping to the slower pace.
“Patrick,” she moaned.
“Nnno, not ggoing to rush,” he said through jaws partially shifted. “Want to last.”
Ginny felt his hand shift as the nails became claws and held her even tighter. She knew she didn’t dare shift as that would stress her ankle. Patrick’s fur on his stomach tickled her back and she arched against him. Other things had shifted, and she was enjoying each stroke of his cock as it nudged her cervix.
Patrick brought his hand around to stroke Ginny’s clit. She moaned and bucked hard against him. It was Patrick’s turn to moan as her muscles tightened around his cock and the last of his control slipped. Pounding harder, he felt his balls slap against Ginny’s thighs as he leaned forward. Ginny wriggled in pleasure as her orgasm hit. Patrick rode the wave of her release and then biting down on her shoulder, let loose his control. It felt as if he came forever, and the knot that had formed held them tightly together.
Ginny lowered herself to the bed, and Patrick followed. He was half shifted, and it was difficult to fit on the bed. Patrick curled up around Ginny.
“That was so nice,” Ginny said softly.
“Nihsh?” said Patrick. “Ohnly nihsh?”
“Very, very nice,” she said
“Noh, tha wa-shh ver ghud,” said Patrick. With a glint in his eye, he brought his hand up to Ginny’s ribs and started tickling her just at the base of the short ribs.
“No! Patttttrick, no!” she gasped. “Nnnot there,”
“Yesh,” he said. He kept tickling her there until her foot started to shake. Held together by the knot, she couldn’t get away. Just as she began to kick, he stopped and moved his fingers to her clit. Patrick started to stroke her clit almost as fast as he’d tickled her ribs. The result was amazing.
“Oh! Oh, stttop,” said Ginny as her body switched sensations from tickle to orgasm.
Patrick grinned and his fangs showed. Just before she came, he switched back to her ribs, and repeated this until Ginny’s body couldn’t process the signals. She started to orgasm as he played with her clit, and when he switched to her ribs, her body carried right on until she shuddered with pleasure. Her muscles clamped tighter around the knot sharing her pleasure with Patrick.
“You… you bastard,” she gasped.
“Myh pharrunts marrheed evehn-chulee,” he said.
“Oh,” Ginny started only to be stopped as Patrick repeated his little trick of tickling her ribs and then stroking her clit. He was enjoying mixing her body up on sensations. He enjoyed the way she shared her orgasms.
“Ohhhhh,” Ginny moaned as he started up a third time. By this point, it only took one or two switches for her body to hit overload. Patrick took advantage of this and when his fingers switched from ribs to clit, he sucked her nipple into his mouth and nipped it gently.
“Ah!” Ginny squeaked as she orgasmed hard enough to soak Patrick’s hand and the bedding under her ass. She went limp in his arms as she passed out.
Patrick smiled and pulled her tight against him. With all the extra orgasms, it would be hours before his knot subsided. He smiled. He felt good. Good to be inside Ginny. Good to be home. As he fell asleep, he could hear the giggles and squeaks that could only be George and Angie having the same kind of fun down the hall.
***
Ginny, Angie and Meg had decided to take a late lunch and go shopping. Jeff had finally cleared Ginny to walk without crutches as long as she took it easy. It had been a long two weeks. They stopped at the Burger Joint first where they enjoyed organic lamb and beef burgers with home made fries.
“I never would have known this place existed if it hadn’t been for you,” said Angie.
Ginny nodded. “Goo tuff,” she said around a mouthful.
Meg giggled. She just kept eating.