Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) (4 page)

“I think you’re ready now,” he said.

Isabel suppressed a snarky “
You reckon?”
She was wetter than she’d ever been before, and almost at the point of begging him to take her. Gently, he moved her forwards onto her knees, and then further, so she was on all fours. Isabel looked over her shoulder at him in surprise. This wasn’t what she’d anticipated at all. But he seemed unperturbed. His hand caressed her pussy from behind and he slid two fingers inside her. It felt so good to her sensitized flesh that she let out a moan. He began to move his fingers in and out of her, slowly, infuriatingly slowly. It was so intense, but Isabel needed more. Unconsciously she started to rock her hips, pushing herself against him. He kept his hand steady, allowing her to move as she wanted. Without realizing it, she’d arched her back, lifting her ass, and letting her head drop down low. Abruptly, Peter’s fingers slid out of her.

“Stay exactly where you are,” he said. Isabel did as he told her, keeping herself still, vulnerable though she was. An image from her dream of killing the rabbit flashed through her mind. She shook her head to rid herself of it. Leaves crackled as he stood and moved away from her. He walked over to his pants and took something out of the pocket.
Condom
? she guessed. She watched him walk back to her, his cock huge and stiff like a weapon, and she felt both sexy and ashamed to be waiting for him in that position.

The Wolf crouched behind her again. She sensed, rather than saw him arching over her. His hands came down on either side of hers, and she turned her head to look at him.

“Don’t look around.” His voice was a harsh whisper in her ear. She trembled, feeling herself surrounded by him, as if in a cage, although his body was barely touching hers anywhere. Suddenly, his teeth were on the nape of her neck, sinking in hard enough to hurt. She whimpered and he loosened his grip, but pushed her further down, so her face was pressed against the animal pelt. The tip of his cock brushed against her pussy, teasing her, building and building on her arousal. Gradually he began to enter her. An inch or so slid inside and she gasped. He was really big, and she wasn’t sure if she could take him all, especially in that position. He seemed to understand though, slipping in very slowly. Isabel bit down on her thumb as he eased the widest part inside her. He paused, and she let her breath out in a rush. It seemed to hurt even more than when she’d lost her virginity, but it was also starting to feel really good. She loved the sensation of her muscles yielding to him.

“Is it ok?” he whispered.

“Yes,” she managed to say. He started to make tiny movements in and out, each one setting her nerve endings on fire. Isabel forced herself to keep still, scared she’d tempt him to push all of his length into her before she was ready. He continued moving in and out, going deeper every few thrusts. It was incredible, an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure, and Isabel didn’t restrain herself from sighing and moaning. Her muscles were fluttering in little spasms and waves of euphoria flooded through her body.

At last, The Wolf stopped and withdrew himself, so that he was only just inside her. His teeth closed on her neck as sharply as before, but this time she stifled a yelp. He held her still and paused for several long seconds. Isabel trembled again. She couldn’t see him at all in the position she was in, her face pressed into the animal skin, and she had no idea what he was waiting for. Suddenly, in a fluid movement, he pushed himself all the way into her. Isabel cried out, as much from the shock as anything. She was transfixed. His pelvis was pressing against her ass, and her body was completely open to him. He made a noise in his throat, part way between an animal growl and a purr, vibrating against the nape of her neck. Isabel adjusted her hips, relaxing her muscles by degrees. She’d never had such an intense sensation before. Goosebumps broke out on her skin and her breath came in little pants. She sensed him holding back, gauging her reactions. She arched her back further to show him she was ready.

He took her cue, thrusting slowly, gently at first, then harder and faster. It was a hot, burning, sweet intensity. Every thrust drew a high-pitched scream from her, wild, and echoing in the forest. She felt like an animal, unable to control her primal sounds. Peter was moving faster and faster, and she abandoned herself to the butting of his hips against her ass and his weight pressing her down. Despite his size, he slid in and out of her easily, gliding on her wetness. Finally, his rhythm matched hers perfectly, and the burning inside her became a conflagration, and then a violent, shuddering climax reverberating all the way through her body. At the same moment, he let out a deep, guttural shout and came inside her, in a powerful, pulsing orgasm that seemed to draw tremors out of the earth.

He was still for a minute or so, then eased back on his haunches. Isabel became aware that her neck was hurting quite a lot from his teeth and wondered if he’d drawn blood. Her muscles were also shaking, from the effort of supporting herself against his weight. He withdrew from her and she allowed herself to fall forward, collapsing fully on the pelt.
So, this is what it means to be possessed
, was the only thought in her mind. Peter stayed above her, sniffing her neck on either side, running his nose along her spine.

“I’m sorry – I hurt you?” he said at last. With an effort, Isabel rolled onto her back and met his eyes. She was shocked to see his expression was soft and uncertain.

“No – that was – ” She struggled to come up with an appropriate description for what had just happened. “Otherworldly,” she said, finally. He gave a gravelly laugh.

“You’re so small, I was worried I’d break you,” he said.

“Well, I might be walking funny tomorrow,” Isabel replied. Peter smiled at her, uncomprehending.

“Oh, it’s just a thing people say when they’ve had really intense sex,” Isabel explained.

“It was intense, Bella,” he said. He brought his mouth to hers and kissed her more softly than before. Gently, he stroked her stomach and the curve of her hip. “And very satisfying for me.”

“Really?” she whispered, anxious that she wouldn’t have been enough for this huge, dominant being.

“Of course. You’re just as wild as I thought you’d be.” She giggled, self-consciously, wondering exactly how much noise she’d been making. At some point she’d worried fleetingly that people could’ve heard her, before reminding herself that there was no-one around for miles. She was about to tell him that she didn’t usually make much noise when she was having sex, but then thought that he probably wouldn’t appreciate hearing about her being with other men.

“Yes, you really seemed to bring it out of me,” she said instead.

“I’m sure it’s always been there,” Peter said, his index finger circling her belly button. Isabel looked at the body crouched over her. The firelight played on his flesh, making it look more beautiful than ever. His penis was now semi-erect, but still unfeasibly large. She felt special, like a queen of the forest, lying on furs and being desired by this big, sexy beast of a man. “Shall we sleep?” he said.

“Yes.” Isabel sighed, very sleepy. He pulled an animal skin over her.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said. She curled up onto her side and watched as Peter walked towards the big rock and disappeared.

He returned seconds later and handed her an earthenware mug. “I thought you might be thirsty.” She sipped from the mug cautiously. It was water, cold and delicious.

“Thanks, I was.” She passed it back to him. He lay down behind her, pulled the pelt over both of them and snuggled close, wrapping his arms around her body.

“Goodnight, Bella,” he said. Almost immediately, his breathing deepened and he fell asleep. Isabel lay awake a little longer, taking in the fact she was sleeping outside in the middle of a forest, with the smell of burning pine wood in her nostrils, surrounded by wild animals, but protected by her Wolf. She luxuriated in the scent of his body, the safety of his muscles enclosing her.

*

The first thing Isabel was aware of was the sunlight, bright in her eyes. The second was that she was lying face down, her face resting on her arms. And the third was that The Wolf was above her. She couldn’t see him, but felt his feather-light licks on the backs of her thighs. He was moving from one to the other, bathing her flesh in little backwards-forwards motions. She wriggled happily. It was soothing, and a little bit arousing.
What a nice, gentle way to wake up!
The licks stopped abruptly as she moved and she heard him sigh. Then they moved towards her tender inner thighs, and his stubble chafed against her skin as he nuzzled in between them. Sleepily she let her thighs slide apart, as was evidently his desire. His tongue continued trailing along her flesh, from one leg to the other, higher and higher, until it made contact with the crease of her ass cheek. Her body jerked in pleasure. Peter’s hands pressed on her thighs, pushing them further apart. A moment later, he landed a long, firm lick right on her cleft. Isabel cried out. He followed it up with another, and another, nuzzling his face closer to her every time. His tongue ran along her sensitive outer labia and the delicate petals of her inner labia. The ache of desire blossomed inside her again and she longed for his insanely long tongue to slip inside her. He didn’t disappoint, plunging it deep into her tender place. Its flickering licks seemed to caress her insides, instinctively knowing her most sensitive spots. Suddenly, it hit an extremely sensitive area, and she cried out again. Was this her g-spot? She’d tried to find it many times before, but always unsuccessfully. This had to be it; this tiny area where Peter was focusing his tongue was far more tender than anywhere else. He probed and probed at it, making tiny movements. The sensation was so exquisite, it almost hurt. It was growing more intense, and all of her muscles were twitching, and she felt like she was trying to hold something in, but she couldn’t anymore. And then a sweet climax burst out of her, rippling in waves and waves of pleasure as his tongue continued to lap at her.

Isabel lay motionless, deeply relaxed by her orgasm. She registered that she was unusually wet, but she was too happy and sated to care. Peter pulled himself up and his tongue moved to the apex of her ass, then onto the small of her back, licking a trail along her spine, up to her shoulders. She tensed as his teeth grazed the back of her neck; it was very tender from where he’d bitten her the night before. He moved higher, apparently noticing her reaction, and sank his teeth into a point above her hairline, less aggressively than before. His cock was hard on the back of her thigh. It moved back and forth, edging towards her cleft. As the tip touched her entrance and began to push in, Isabel moaned in pain. She was sore from his penetration the night before, and while his tongue had been soft and pliant, his hardness probing her bruised flesh was agonizing. Immediately, he withdrew.

“It’s too much for you, isn’t it?” he said.

“Yes,” Isabel mumbled.

“I’m sorry; I’ve damaged you,” he said, his voice tinged with regret. He moved a little higher, his cock lying flat against her ass. His huge body hovered over her, and she sensed his weight distributed between his arms and legs, not pressing on her too hard. The tension in her body uncoiled; she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. His cock felt nice, sliding up and down between her ass cheeks, slick from her wetness, rubbing softly on her sensitive areas. He moved faster and faster and his breathing became short and ragged. Before long, his jaws clenched harder on her neck, and he let out a deep groan, and she felt him come.

He moved to the side of her and lay down. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her against his body. He buried his face in her hair and gave a long, satisfied sigh.

“You’re a very sexy woman, Bella,” he said again. Warmth blossomed in her belly.

“Really?” she said, smiling. “You’re very sexy too.”

“Really?” he echoed, but there was disbelief in his voice.

“Come on,” Isabel turned onto her back, so she could see his face. “Of course you are! For a start, you’ve got, like, by far the best body I’ve ever seen. You must know that, right?” There was something like sheepishness in Peter’s expression.

“I’d never thought about it,” he said.

“So, you just work out for fun? Or do you play some sport – something really tough and manly?”

“No, I don’t go to the gym, if that’s what you mean by working out? I don’t play sport either, really. I guess I run quite a bit,” he finished. Isabel cast her eyes over his incredible, muscle-bound torso.

“Ok, whatever you say,” she said lightly.

“What do you mean?”

“I just can’t believe you don’t spend long, hard hours pumping iron.”

“I don’t,” he said simply. Isabel shrugged, letting it drop for now. He had propped himself on his elbow, and he was looking down at her, with that hypnotic, amber stare. A silence stretched between them, and she felt fluttery and a little giddy.

“Do you want to wash yourself?” he asked at last.

“Uh, yes… if that’s possible?” Isabel said, casting her eyes around. There didn’t look to be any shower cubicles lurking among the trees.

“Of course,” Peter said. He pulled himself into a crouching position and scooped her up, one arm under her knees and the other below her shoulders. He stood and carried her towards the big rock formation. She looked down and saw his feet were bare.

“How can you walk without shoes? Don’t thorns and stones and stuff get stuck in your feet?”

“I’ve been walking barefoot since I was young,” he replied. “My feet are like natural shoes.” Isabel warmed at Peter’s reference to his youth, and she was dying to ask him about his childhood.
Maybe later
, she told herself.

The air was cooler as they went out of the clearing, and she was delighted to see that the rock was shielding an area of smaller rocks, with a small waterfall and a stream. It was beautiful; the water cascaded over multi-colored stones, with drops bouncing off and sparkling in the sunlight. The stream gurgled gently, meandering deeper into the woods. Peter deposited her on a large, flat rock close to the waterfall.