Warlord's Ward

Summoning My She-Wolf

I touched him. I bit my lip. "I-I-I couldn't...I couldn't help it, Killian. It was too much."

I couldn't contain myself. I needed something to hold onto!

I mourned the loss of that pressure in my body. Feeling hollow and aching with the need to have him inside me.

He stood. Taking two long steps behind me. He caught my shoulder from behind and pushed me forward so my palms slapped the bare wood to catch me.

I was braced on all fours. Like an animal.

It was both vulnerable and exciting. Making me shiver slightly.

"Are you there, she-wolf?" He murmured. As if speaking to something far more primal than me.

And he got an answer.

My back jerked and rippled up in answer. My head snapping up, so I stared levelly ahead. Eyes flaring with a yellow sheen.

"Yes, you are..." He said appreciatively. "I'm going to fuck you, little she-wolf. My beast is going to have you. And you will submit. Tomorrow you will be ready to receive me in full heat."

I could almost fill her sitting inside me to await further direction. As obedient as a puppy.

I gave a whimper that was both fear and excitement. Wiggling my backside beckoningly.

***

Killian dropped to his knees with a thud. Slowly, excruciatingly, pulling his shirt over his head and lowering his pants to the floor.

I gasped as I felt his rigid length bump along my rear. More!

I want it now!

"Reach back and open it for me, Sweetheart." He whispered huskily.

I whined with impatience as I stretched one hand back to sift through my folds and hold myself open with my long finger and my index.

He gripped himself and eased toward me. Rubbing his length against my slit. Stroking up and down and then entering slightly to move in a circular pattern that had me writhing. Rocking backward to try and get more of him into me.

He put a steadying hand on my hip. Stilling me.

"Don't move." He directed. "Stay right as you are."

I was breathing raggedly, and I could feel heat climbing through me. Pressing along my hairline and making the ache inside me rage. The back of my thighs were nearly trembling with want.

"Killian!" I pleaded frantically.

"As I say, She-Wolf!" He roared. Pulling himself further away from me. Taking away that which I craved most.

Again.

Outside I could hear what I suspected was people shying further from the hut.

Afraid of what he's doing to me.

It's so much worse than they think! I thought ruefully. Hungering for more like a ravenous little animal.

Then without warning he slammed into me. Feeling that gaping need. Planting into me until I could feel his rounded knob pressing against me deep behind my pelvis, stretching me inside and making my knees slide further apart to make room in my small crevice to fit his jutting length.

He reached up and coiled his forearm in my long dark hair. Winding it slowly. Patiently. Then he tugged it back, keeping my head up and forced hard into me.

I screeched somewhere between pleasure and pain. My nipples hardening.

"More." I begged. "Please, Killian..."