Ravensblood Forest We appreciate power

Her heart sunk when his paw dropped to the ground. He was giving her that look, even if there was heat swimming inside his gaze, and she worried he was going to toy with her again after she had so boldly told him exactly what she wanted. But then she felt his nose against her back as he made his way down. And then he was at her thigh, and she couldn't help but watch him over her shoulder. Her expression held open curiosity as he made his way down her leg. It didn't feel bad—honestly her entire body was one big nerve ending by now, so anywhere he touched sent jabs of heat to her stomach and lower. She was too taken by the feeling to really think much more and then he was making his way back up, dangerously close to the place where all the heat in her body seemed to be rushing towards. 

She was aware of every shift of his body and every inch he drew closer to the top of her thigh, so when he pushed aside her tail, her breaths came quicker and her throat was suddenly dry, causing her to swallow as anticipation began to build and flutter in he stomach. She wasn't expecting to feel the soft, warmth of his tongue against such a sensitive area. It was almost too much. She had never felt anything like it, and a soft huff of air moved from her chest, followed by a quiet, needy sound she had never made before. And like with all the other teasing, he continued the swiping of his tongue until she could hardly bear how much she wanted more from him, only this time, she was so consumed by him and the moment that she couldn't muster up any reaction other than complete acquiescence, even if she was burning up from the inside out. And then, as if she wasn't already close to exploding, she felt the hum of his groan against her. Surely, he could tell by now how much she wanted him.

There was a slight pause between the audible lick of his lips and his teeth against the skin of her back as he made his way up to her shoulders. Then his paw rested on her back again, and this time, she felt the rest of him on top of her soon after. His muzzle was buried in her scruff as his strong paw held her in place against him, and she felt him rock against her a few times before she felt him finally enter her. She met his entry with an audibly sharp intake of breath and a widening of her eyes. Everything else had felt so good, and this hurt. She could feel herself stretch and it burned in a very different way. She held her breath for a few moments, hoping he would give her time to adjust. Already, the discomfort was fading, leaving the familiar need in its wake, but she needed just a few more seconds. She was too shocked to say anything, so she focused on his firm hold on her scruff. And when the burning did eventually dissipate to a more tolerable level, she released a long breath and moved against him, urging him to continue.