Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort lost himself in the taste of her lips, the smell of her flesh. He was another person, silent and burning with wordless desires. He felt her hands climb to his shoulders as she uttered her question. He didn't know the answer. What was he doing to her? The feel of her fingers on his shoulders triggered a response, more instinct than emotional. His hands slid down her body, cupping her ass and lifting her from the floor. He sat her on his desk, breathing hard against her as he stood between her legs.

"I don't know what I'm doing to you," he said. "Whatever it is, you're doing the same to me." He held her face in both his hands as he kissed her once more. His tongue touched hers, the taste sweet and inviting. All thought of present danger faded away; there was nowhere other than this room, no person other than this woman, no passion other than his own.

Every nerve was on fire when he grasped her body and lifted her onto the desk, and as if it were natural her knees wrapped around his hips bringing his waist pressed up against hers. The contact sent tremors all the way to her toes. His lips and tongue possessed her with every sensual swipe. Strands of his thick messy hair flowed beneath her fingers. His skin warmed against her palms as she slid them down to cup his face. Untangling her lips from his she kissed along his jaw enjoying the rough stubble scratching her lips. a teasing swipe of her tongue licked up the edge of his ear. A gentle moan just for him as she slid closer between his legs, rubbing against him.

"Please tell me that you locked your door..." She softly bit the flesh of his earlobe and slid her lips down his throat. Sparks shimmered between them in mini tornados of color. Teasing nips turned into bites, crescent shaped marks bruising the skin. Heat pooled low in her belly and she knew that from this moment on she wouldn't be alone, even if they ended up not as a couple she would have a friend. Groaning louder she pulled him back and stared at him thru half closed eyes. "Undress me....now."

His breathing shallow, he felt her soft kisses turn to sharp bites. He moaned softly and unintentionally at the mixture of pleasure and pain. The heat between them grew; Mort was unsure if the cinders in the air he saw were real or only in his mind. The pressure exerted by her legs around his hips, forcing their loins together, made his hands tremble with a mixture of excitement and an eagerness to please.

Hearing the command to undress her, Mort slipped beyond the realm of conscious thought and allowed instinctive desire to take over. He deftly and eagerly unbuttoned her pants, tugged her zipper down, and taking a pants leg in each hand, easily exposed her lower half. The sight of her bare legs drove him mad; her thighs, meeting under the veil of her panties, looked so inviting to the touch. He breathlessly gripped her thighs harder than he intended, squeezing for a moment before sliding his hands up her waist. He pushed her sweater up, exposing her stomach.

Mort lowered his face, kissing the soft flesh of her stomach as she writhed on the desk before him. He pushed the remaining objects on the desk to the floor with a quick swipe. He kissed lower, around her naval, coming to her groin. He looked up at her as he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and quickly pulled them down her legs, over her feet and letting them fall to the floor with her pants.

He looked down at her splayed across his desk. He breathed heavily, smoke issuing from his nostrils as he gazed upon this girl, this mate, even if only a temporary one. He had never made love to another shifter before, and he wanted to take in every bit of her that his senses would allow. He stood, looking down on her for a moment more before dropping to his knees and roughly pulling her to the edge of the desk, his hands once more gripping her thighs. He rested her legs on his shoulders as his hands found grip on her waist and his tongue plunged into her womanhood.

She didn't stop the giggle of surprise when he flung her clothes followed by the contents of his desk to the floor, belatedly wondering if they could hear them down the stairs. Her body flushed as she watched him study her exposed flesh. She could feel moisture welling up along her shaved cunt and her breasts swell inside her lace bra. as she went to reach out to touch the edge of his shirt, he dropped to his knees before her. Her breathe caught in her throat before he plunged his warm slick tongue inside her entrance.

Crying out with a load moan she gripped his dark hair in her hands and writhed against his face. Her back arched off the desk with every swipe of his tongue teasing and lapping up her essence. "Oh God....nnghhh...this is...." Coherent thought was getting harder and harder to come by. Releasing one of her hands from his head she slid it up to cup a breast. The tight bud of a nipple poked thru the fabric which she twisted between her fingers, tugging it and rolling it under her thumb. A finger slipped under the fabric and pulled it down to release the swollen flesh.
Her moans got louder as she felt his tongue swipe across her maidenhead and her nipple being abused under her own fingers. Her teeth sharpened inside her mouth as her eyes rolled back. "More...." she cried out in a slightly deeper voice.

He gripped the flesh of her waist tightly as he hungrily lapped at her pussy, his breath growing warmer as his hunger rose. He glanced up at her, watching the way she massaged her breast through the fabric of her sweater and bra. His tongue traced the lips of her cunt, feeling them swell and drip with her intoxicating juices. He moaned an urgent, frustrated growl into her, overcome with lust for her. His lips latched around her clit; he sucked while his tongue aggressively explored the swollen flesh. Without warning, he quickly inserted a finger into her, his other hand moving to her back to pull her further against his face. He stared at her face, consumed with viewing her pleasure as he dealt it to her.

No longer thinking in rational terms, he reached for her sweater and pulled it. The fabric tore free with a rip. He threw the shreds onto the floor and stood, bringing her legs up with him, still mounted on his shoulders. Her shoulders remained against the hard wood of the desk, and her ass hung in the air as he passionately drank her sex. His eyes stared down at her, peering ravenously from between her legs, her ample breasts partially blocking their view of each other.

He felt his burning cock straining against the thin fabric of his dress pants, and with one hand he fumbled with his belt and zipper, allowing his pants to fall around his knees. Standing in his shirt and boxers, an almost comically large bulge extended into the fabric between his legs.

Her hands clenched like claws and raked across the desk top feeling him ravenously devour her pussy. It clenched with need around his tongue and then his finger. The digit caressing her walls as his lips and teeth nibbled desperately around her exposed clit. The bundle quivering and had her trembling like a leaf beneath him. " Mort...fuck...yes that feels so good....please I need..i need.." Whimpering she felt her sweater tear across her chest and disappear behind her leaving her only clothed in a sheer gray lace bra. Her dusky pink nipples showed thru the lace and pebbled beneath the fabric. She wanted to cry out as the sensitive flesh rubbed against the lace.

The hard top of the desk dug into her shoulders as he lifted her ass into the air and dangled with her pussy shoved into his face. Juices dribbled down the crack of her ass as she watched him above the swell of her breasts, His eyes were smoldering behind the smoke leaving his nostrils. He entranced her and she was lost to his dominance. The warmth of his breathe brushed her sensitive nerves and had her shifting against his shoulders, lifting her hips to reach his sensuous mouth.

The sound of a belt hitting the floor had her trying to look to the floor. Seeing his pants pooled around his feet had her heart racing. From the corner of her eye she could see the rather large bulge tightening the front of his boxers. She licked her lips and looked up at him. She gulped slightly wondering if that behemoth would fit.

Noticing her shift of focus, Mort returned her body to the desk, his face shimmering with the traces of her wetness. "Delicious," he said, smiling. He stepped out of his boxers, revealing his thick manhood standing full and erect, pointing her direction. He studied her eyes as it came into view, gauging her reaction.

He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her toward himself as he leaned forward. He caught her mouth in a wet kiss as he felt the hot flesh of his manhood press against her wet pussy. He glanced at the desk and saw the deep grooves in the wood caused by her fingernails. He grasped her hands in his own and held them against the desk as he kissed her neck, her chest, the tops of her breasts which protruded from the lace bra.

"I'm going to take you," he growled. "For my own." He didn't know what the words meant, or where they'd come from. But they were the right words, somehow.

The spicy taste of her desire coated her lips and she moaned softly. Laying beneath him she shivered as every kiss landed against her skin and she wished she could place ones of her own to mark what was hers. Grabbing her hands with his made a spark ignite deep inside her chest and she keened from the back of her throat. The words he growled triggered an ancient ritual that would link their dragons.

"My own is yours to take." She responded and trembled beneath him, her legs falling open wider to accept him. She panted softly and slowly leaned forward bringing her lips to his and sealing the once dormant magic within her body to his.

Their lips met in an encapsulating kiss while his hands held her own against the desk. He felt her hips further accept him, and with a thrust of his own, his shaft sank slowly into her. Their lips parted, each gasping with the waves of pleasure which washed over them. He released her hands and instead gripped her waist, holding her on his pulsing cock. He closed his eyes for a moment as he slowly pulled himself back, to the cusp of her entrance.

His eyes opened once more, no longer resembling human pupils on any level. A guttural growl issued from his throat as he pushed himself back into her, harder this time. He could feel her tightness closing around him, holding him within her. He began fucking her with long, slow strokes, each motion a painful pleasure which caused him to clinch his teeth as he exhaled, sparks and cinders issuing from between his teeth.

Her body accepted him with a wince of pain, his length growing til every inch of her swollen sex met his engorged flesh. Each delirious thrust made her want more. The desk screeched back and forth on the floor ebry time his hips met hers landing his tip further up against her belly. It feel as if he was speaking her with a branding iron, sparks flew with every slam of his body. The weight of his balls slapped her ass and had her moaning louder.
Sh met him with every thrust, rolling her hips so that her throbbing clit could rub devilishly against him. The scent of smoke upped her sensitivity and had her crying out for release. The canines in her mouth lengthened til they peaked out over her plump lips. Staring back into his slitted pupils were glowing eyes of her own. And like a snake she struck out biting his chest over his heart. His blood spread across his shirt and she hissed softly in satisfaction, lapping at the material. Every rational thought was gone as she felt the animal inside her take over.

Bucking against his hold on her she fought for dominance, snapping and pushing against his hands.

He meant to cry out in pleasurable pain as she broke the skin of his chest with her long teeth, but what came from his mouth was a hissing roar. He touched his hand to the wound and examined it. He saw that it was covered in the crimson of his own blood. He gripped her face with the bloody hand, smearing the gore across her face and sliding his thumb into her fanged mouth. He realized then that this was not love as he had ever made it before; it was a struggle, and perhaps the oldest form of combat. The two fought for control of their passions and their lust with grunted roars and bucking hips. He suddenly felt that their current position was not suitable for mating, such as they were. He slid his cock out of her tight womanhood.

His strong hands, elongated claws now at the tips of his fingers, grabbed her flailing forearms and hauled her from off the desk forcefully. In his mind, he was giving her a passionate kiss, but his forked tongue now slathered over her neck and lips, feeling the deadly sharpness of the fangs there, as well as tasting his own blood on her face. Mort stood Autora up, then roughly turned her around and pushed her onto all fours on the wooden floor. He roared dominantly at the sight of her curvaceous ass and wide hips, bared for him below. He slowly came to grips with the instincts that were coursing through him, body and blood. This was not the instinct of passion, or of love; this was an instinct to sire a brood-- the instinct to breed.

Stumbling forward she hit the floor with a loud thump and she hissed angrily ready to pounce on him and force him to the floor underneath her. He beat her to it though and pinned her hips beneath his claws, her skin rippling under his grasp barely able to maintain her humanoid shape under the onslaught of hormones and instincts long buried inside her. Scales glimmered across her back and down her arms. her body felt like a flower unfurling beneath him and welcoming the sting of his passions. Her echoing cry resounded with his roar.

Her hips thrust back begging for him to implant the seed that could quench the thirst , the fire raging inside her. "Moooorrrttttt...." her voice growled out.

Mort's claws dug into the flesh of her waist as he thrust his cock into her from behind. Her body recoiled slightly at his entrance and he held her firm, not allowing her to slide away from him. His hands slid around to her belly and he pulled her torso toward him. He began quickly working himself in and out of her as he leaned forward, grasped her chin and turned her face toward his own. His mouth caught hers in a devilish kiss, his hands exploring her breasts as he fucked her from behind. He hissed in her ear and his teeth nipped at her neck as his fingers found a nipple and squeezed the plump flesh eagerly.

His torturous touch had her nipples pinched and pulled between his claws. The line of pleasure filled pain made her womanhood clench sharply. Everything else was lost to her as he fucked her unremorsefully. The hard floor dug into her knees and palms. The sharpness of his teeth nipping at her neck felt like soft caresses to her dragoness.

Loud moans fell between her lips mixed with his name. Either sounding like a curse or praise who knows. All she did know was that her body was reaching its limit. That spiral of heat had expanded and was now a throbbing need pool between her legs and with every thrust he caressed that need. Soon her cries pleasure became begging. "Oh please! Pleaaasee...fuckkk..."

Mort could no longer stand her cries of pleasure and pain-- they were pushing him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten, filling with cum as his body prepared for release. He pushed her forward once more, her hands falling to the hard floor as he fucked her deeply and desperately. He wrapped one clawed hand in her hair, the other he placed on her back, holding her in a limbo of neither up nor down. He hissed, the throbbing in his cock signalling that he would soon erupt within the dragoness beneath him. In the back of his mind, the human part of him was screaming that such willful disregard for the odds of conception was insane. The dragon knew only that this was one of its instinctive functions. He breathed onto her back-- though there were no flames, the heat which exuded from his mouth was extreme and as it made contact with her flesh, her skin rippled and changed, becoming totally scale. He ran his hand over these scales, feeling the rough texture beneath his hands, noting that his own hands had almost completely transformed now as well. The sensation of scale on scale was indescribable-- like feeling the skin of another human for the first time. He let loose of her hair and held her waist with both of his hands, drinking in every carnal sensation he could milk from her body before he came.

Shimmering beneath his claws were perfect scales of dusky pink tipped in silver like a sharpened blade. Long curved horns crowned her head thru her dark locks. Silver tipped claws scratched the floor with powerful strokes. Long rumble from her chest almost sounded like purring with every stroke of his hands down her back. The animalistic feel of his powering her into submission over rode every nerve in her body. Her heart pounded just for this and her body tightened reflexively around him. Muscles clenching and pulling to draw him further under. Twisting her head to look back at him her eyes glinting beneath her slitted lashes, her forked tongue stretched out to flick up and down his neck. The fiery taste lingered on her tongue.

Darkness engulfed her as she succumbed to the sensations firing thru her whole body, her scream shook the windows behind them as her sex gripped his carnal lust still lodged deep within her. Convulsions milked his length and Autora mewled softly allowing the waves of passion envelop her.

Mort burned, body and mind.
His claws raked Autora's scaled flesh with force that would tear normal human flesh to shreds. He felt her tongue flick across his neck, the sensation causing a shiver of pleasure to run over him. His own forked tongue snaked from his mouth and met hers, entwining as the two tasted each other. His own horns, black as night and rough-textured, extended from his black hair. The noises she was making grew increasingly hard to hear for Mort-- they were like a song written only for him, each syllable threatening to drive him insane with an untenable lust.

He felt her tighten around his cock just as she began to scream out. The coupled sensations pitched his body into the throes of heated pre-orgasm. His hands latched onto her waist like his life depended on his attachment to her body. His girth sloppily slid in and out of her, penetrating depths he didn't imagine possible. He fucked her with the intention of solidifying this coupling in her mind as an event that she would never be able to look back on without growing warm with the recreations of the sensations he was giving her now. He knew that she was cumming on his cock, and it sent him flying over the edge that he'd been holding on to.

He suddenly stopped the intense, penetrating gyrations of his hips as he closed his eyes. He planted his manhood entirely within her and, holding her tight between his hands, rocked her body back and forth on himself, sliding back and forth only an inch at a time. His mind shattered as he felt his cock strain, filling Autora with his lava-hot load. He roared loudly, matching the intensity of her scream, pumping her ass bit by bit to milk every bit of his load from himself. The waves crashed and receded slowly, the echoes of pleasure seeming as if they would remain forever. He reached under her torso and, holding her breasts in his hands, pulled her toward him, his length still buried inside her. He held her back tight against his chest and caught her fanged mouth in a violent, gasping kiss, as if to silently convey his approval.

There comes a moment in life when everything centers and a person feels that one alignment with the universe, the forces of life and beyond pulling to a dead stop and everything stand still so that the one moment in time lasts an eternity. To Autora this was her moment. There was no evil breathing down her neck; there was no deadline and empty apartment waiting for her, and there wasn't a single tear to shed over being different. This blissfully painful moment hung in space, bubbling her in warmth and compete acceptance. For the first time she could see her whole soul; human and dragon all in one and she was in awe of its magnificence.

But like all great things they have to come to an end. A sharp ringing sound pierced thru the haze of their rapturous coupling. It grated her sensitive ears and had her pulling away from his searing kiss. Their bodies still tied together and heaving from the brutal pounding. Over his shoulder she heard her brothers ringtone coming from her pants pocket. The pants had gotten slung off against the wall during their frenzy. She tried to catch her breathe and laid her head against the floor feeling Mort slide slowly out of her body. Her skin itched where her scales slowly sunk back into her flesh and the sharp sting of her horns folding back into her scalp. Rivers of fluids dripped down between her legs as she crawled towards her pants. Small trails were left on the floor behind her.

Reaching her pants she tugged out the annoying piece of machinery and swiped across the screen showing her the missed call from her boss. A voicemail blinked back at her and she hissed at the phone. The animal half of her still having a say in its displeasure of being interrupted. Autora sighed and sat back against the wall, closing her eyes and pressing the keys to retrieve her message. The loud sound of her brother screaming into the receiver made her pull the phone away from her ear and wait til their was nothing but silence. She was quick to erase it and toss her phone back onto her pants leg.

Opening her eyes she didn't hide her pleasure at watching Mort stand nakedly before her. Sweaty and still have turned, he was one hell of a hot shifter. She couldn't stop the flick of her tongue across her bottom lip. "So that was...unexpected..." She chuckled softly and brushed her now mussed hair away from her face.

Mort stood in a daze as his thoughts returned to his conscious control. He breathed heavily, his eyes vacantly watching Autora crawl away from him to retrieve her chirping phone. He ran his hands through his hair, stopping at the base of the horns on his scalp. His fingers lightly touched the rough texture of the black extensions. He could feel them receding, and after a few moments, there was only his messy black hair. He looked down at his body, strong patches of dark scale covering much of his torso. He looked down at himself and idly wondered how long it had been since he had shifted even a little, let alone to the extent he just had. Her words brought him back to the present.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. He went to the floor, his back resting against the wall beneath the window which looked down onto the city night. "I-- I've never..." He trailed off, not sure what he'd planned to say next. He grabbed his pants and felt in the pockets before remembering that he'd quit smoking months before. Some habits are never fully broken.

He looked over at the naked woman on the floor, his mouth unconsciously spreading into a smile as his gaze met hers. He then looked around the office: the contents of his desk across the floor, the deep scratch marks in the wood of the desk and floor, their clothes, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

"Damn," he said, laughing. "We made a hell of a mess."

She didn't hold back her fit of laughter. Looking around at the office it was as if a tornado had landed.

"Who ever said that having sex wasn't a messy affair. I'd call this a disaster zone." Her body shook as she laughed harder. "It looks like I owe you a new desk and a floor...How the hell am I supposed to fill out those invoices?" She shook her head in disbelief and turned towards him.

Eventually her mirth died off, but she still sat there naked with a huge grin on her face. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this carefree. Looking up she noticed something hanging from the light fixture. Quirking her head to the side she started to stand up when she realized what it was. Her pair of torn silk panties were dangling like a trophy from the overhead light. Seeing the ridiculousness of the situation she fell into a fit of laughter again.

By the time she could properly point out what was so funny she was holding her sides in pain.

"Oh my lord! This has been the weirdest day in my entire life!" The way she turned and looked at him was like a child at their birthday and had received everything they'd asked for. A gentle kiss landed on his exposed shoulder and arms wrapped round his waist. She buried her face against his shoulder and just absorbed the residual heat still coming from his body.

"Thank you for...ya know..." Her face flushed softly and she stepped back, looking around for salvageable clothes.

Mort smiled as she pressed herself against him once more. The smell of her hair rose to meet him as he breathed deep and slow against her. Mort scratched his head as she began to assemble what remained of her wardrobe.

"No thanks needed," he said. He felt very foolish, like a teenager who'd had sex for the first time and didn't know what came next. He found his boxers and stepped into them, feeling a little more comfortable now that he was partially clothed. "That's, uh..." He held his hands above his head and mimed a pair of horns. "That's never happened to me before." He laughed, his face flushing crimson as he picked up her pants and handed them to her. He looked a the clock: it was just after 1 am. He wondered idly if anyone was still in the bar, but didn't really care.

"If you'd rather... I mean, if you don't want to worry about getting home tonight, you could sleep here," he said, leaning against the window sill.

"I didn't mean thank you just for that..." She reached over and playfully slapped at his arm. "I meant for listening to me and not judging me so harshly." She gratefully took the pants he held up for her and pulled them on. The snort that escaped her was unladylike but she couldn't stop it as she watched him mime a pair of horns. The fact that he had never partially shifted while doing the horizontal mambo made her stand a little straighter. A sense of pride had her preening at the accomplishment. She of course had overlooked the fact that she had shifted herself.

That thought didn't kick in until she pulled what was left of her shirt over her head. "Holy Fireballs!!! I shifted didn't I? You saw it right? I wasn't seeing things..." Looking over at him with wide eyes she grabbed ahold of his hands excitedly. "I really did right? You have no idea....of course you have no idea...."

"You don't hang around our kind so you haven't heard the rumors and the gossip. I was the freak...I have never in my life shifted. Not even a single claw..." Her mind raced with all the possibilities open to her. To never be ridiculed or belittled again. She hadn't heard his offer in all her excitement. The questioning look on Morts face however brought her out of her own thoughts. Sitting against the window sill he looked at her expectantly.

"What did you say? I uh was sort of lost in a moment." She sheepishly smiled and dropped his hands.

Mort couldn't help but laugh at the giddiness which spread over Autora. She had been proud to make him shift unconsciously, and now he was even more so. He imagined that she had slept with other shifters, since she lived among them. The fact that he was the first to cause her to lose control like that made Mort feel ten feet tall.

"Congratulations," Mort said, smiling. "I have to admit, it felt good for me to shift, too. It's been years since I've broken form."

He ran his hands through his hair, still feeling the cool sweat from their lovemaking clinging to his forehead and neck. "I asked if you'd like to stay the night," he said. "I know the place doesn't look like much, but it's a place to sleep. And you don't have to cross the city in the middle of the night." He raised an eyebrow to emphasize the question.

She wondered what he would think if he knew she had only had a few sloppy daliances with a couple of humans. Even she was ashamed by those encounters. Not that she would ever reveal that to him. He already knew more about her than anyone else on the planet.

"I'm glad to know I can draw out the inner beast in you." Her soft laugh lingered in the air. "As for spending the night, its quite nice of you to offer. It does sound tempting to not have to go back out into the cold. But if I'm not home to finish up a report then I won't have to worry about those pictures locked away. My own brother will hunt me down and kill me for ignoring him."

The moment between them seemed to fizzle out as she let reality step back in. Looking around she sighed and gathered up the rest of her things. "I'm sure you need you sleep too so I won't keep you any longer." Stepping up beside him she leaned up and kissed his cheek. "For what it's worth, I truly had an incredible night with you. I wish there could be more. Sweet dreams Mr. Private eye."

Mort understood her position. She had responsibilities outside of this room. Besides, what did Mort expect? She would go to his bed, sleep, and then never leave? She would exist only for his pleasure? No, reality had a place in the equation. She had things to do. When she kissed his cheek, a chill ran over him, from the base of his skull to his toes. He kissed her back and walked her to the door.

"Good night, Mrs. Troublemaker," he said, smiling. She went down his stairs and Mort shut the door behind her, engaging the lock. He leaned against the door, sighing and looking across the room. Though it had been well worth it, they had definitely destroyed his office. He considered cleaning, but decided that it could wait until morning. He flipped the lights off and converted the couch into the pull-out bed. He fell face-first into the sheets of the bed and was asleep before he knew it.