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Tale of the White Wolf (Autumn Queen x Collector of Rarities)

Collector of Rarities

Collector of Rarities

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Carla gave Joe a quizzical look as he chastised her for cumming without permission. To her knowledge, he hadn't told her not to cum, but he'd also crept into her apartment while she was still asleep to make her breakfast and to wake her up with a little surprise sex. Of course, her lupine senses had easily picked up on his entrance, though she hadn't truly woken up until he had begun cooking (anything that wasn't delivery or that could be thrown into a microwave was a foreign scent in Carla's apartment). Still, the sex had been a wonderful way to start the day and the promise of breakfast later fulfilled all of her animal desires.

Carla Winter stood at 5'7" with short, snowy white hair and icy blue eyes. She had a physique that went a bit beyond athletic; her muscles had some mass to accompany their tone and her abs were chiseled to perfection. She had a generous bust, hovering in the middle of a C-cup, though her hips were a bit too slender to give her an hourglass figure. Carla took great pride in her body: both in her ability to overpower even most other werewolves and in her sex appeal. Carla liked that, with just a slight shift in attitude and posture, she could go from intimidating to sensual in split second.

Right now, though, she was focusing on cleaning Joe with her tongue. He'd mentioned how he might not let her eat before they fucked again and she wasn't sure how serious he was being, but she didn't particularly care, either. Whether the outcome was eating or fucking, Carla would be satisfied. So she played along and crawled slowly up Joe's legs, her breasts dragging along Joe's legs, her hard nibbles abrading against his skin and sending marvelous little sparks of pleasure through her body. She stopped when her face was even with Joe's cock and gently cupped his shaft in her right hand while she turned her head sideways and wrapped her lips around the side of his length, suckling at it and snaking her tongue out to curl around the underside as she cleaned him off. She worked her way of from the base of his shaft to the head of his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip before switching her hands and performing the same service she had on the left side of his cock on the right, this time traveling from the tip to the base. Carla was in no way simply cleaning Joe: she was teasing him back to arousal, but very carefully not bringing him to orgasm. She wasn't entirely sure what game Joe was playing with her, but she figured it couldn't hurt to play one of her own at the same time.
 
Joe's rich brown eyes darkened in approval as the petite little ex-MMA fighter began to clean their sexual juices off his cock. Her mouth worked wonderfully around his flesh, and every time her pink tongue darted out from between her lips to stroke his glistening manhood he felt a rumble of pleasure grow in his chest. He ran his strong, tan hands down her back and through her hair, petting her fondly as she worked to keep him aroused through her oral ministrations. "Ah...you're such a horny hot bitch, aren't you?" He smiled down at her with that crooked, amused tilt to his lips. His dark, wavy hair was cut relatively short, as was the shadow of facial hair he liked to wear. When he was in the military there were times that he grew the beard out to better blend into the natives when traveling incognito, but here in the 'real world' he kept it short enough to be described as 'ruggedly handsome'.

He was tall; 6'5" and easily 240# of muscle and sinew. Aside from running, which he seemed to have an unnatural affection for, he enjoyed working out at his local gym and keeping up on his gymnastics skills. When he was young his parents needed to find something that would help him to reign in his energetic tendencies, and the combination of discipline and explosive energy required for gymnastics was a perfect solution. Joe relished being able to manipulate his own body weight, both on the gym floor and in the bedroom. At the moment he was enjoying the sight of Carla at his hip, looking like she was enjoying herself immensely.

Joe groaned and leaned back on the bed. Carla was the only one he could remember who seemed to like the same kind of ferocious, hard fucking that he enjoyed. He didn't know how long it would last but for the moment it was good.

"Come here," he growled, pulling her up towards his chest. "I want you to ride me like the cock-slut you are." He grinned at her as one hand cupped her ass and pulled her tight against his hard cock and the other began to rub her breasts, fondling them roughly as his fingers found her pert nipple and began to roll them between his calloused fingertips.
 
Carla's grin only broadened as she heard the pleased sounds Joe made. It was exhilarating to know she had such an effect on him. She honestly didn't mind the rough sex Joe preferred; granted, she might just want to cuddle from time to time, but cuddling could happen after sex. She smiled up at Joe and let out a purr as he pulled her up to his chest, his words only serving to make her horny again. Carla did not mind being objectified; in fact, she loved it when men couldn't take their eyes off of her. The fact that Joe was ready to go again after they'd just had sex made her all the happier, especially since she hadn't even heard of other wolves who had such a strong sex drive. She moaned as Joe began to play with her body again, tugging and rubbing at her nipples to add a little pain to spice the pleasure. She didn't think her cunt could get any wetter, but Joe's rough, demanding treatment of her served to drive her mad with lust all over again.

Carla knew that Joe had dormant wolf blood in him; not only could she smell it on him, but she also knew that his ancestor, Bruce, who ran the night club they both worked at was a wolf as well. She wasn't sure exactly how old Bruce was, but he was definitely related to the man below her. Because of his wolf blood, Joe's scent worked on Carla's instincts, making her more submissive around him, especially during sex, so the idea of being on top of him while still remaining entirely submissive to him was wonderful to Carla. She wasn't on top because she was in control, she was on top because he wanted her there and he could overpower her at any time if he didn't like what she was doing.

She arched her back into his hands as she lowered herself onto his cock. She slid slowly down on his shaft, letting out a long, deep moan as she did, her walls clenching him tight as she took him deeper. Rather than starting off at the frantic pace they'd gone with last time, Carla began riding him slowly, rolling her hips at a deliberate pace. With each thrust, though, she picked up speed, slowly but surely. She had every intention of working her way back up to the ferocious pace that Joe liked, but she wanted to savor the buildup a bit first.
 
Joe appreciated the way Carla's body looked; a work of art completely submitting to his pleasure. He grasped her firm ass in his hands and controlled her thrusts on his cock, slamming her down hard with each long piston thrust of her wet, silky tunnel. Her body was firm enough that the tremors that ran over her were short, if there was any excess fat on her body it didn't show; it was just enough to remind him that she was a fit, strong woman fucking him.

Once he knew that she understood the kind of thrust and slide he wanted from her he released her ass to move to her breasts. His hands were rough and possessive, squeezing her tits and then running over her nipples, rolling them with enough pressure to take the pleasure over occasionally into sharp, short bursts of painful sensation. Just enough to tell her that she was his for the moment. He manipulated her body like a piano tuner working the wires...a little tighter here, a little looser here, a tug there...she was his to use, and he like seeing her above him with her eyes half shut and a passionate, lustful gap between her lips.

"Oh yeah baby. I can feel those juices of yours dripping down my balls. You are such a gorgeous, lusty bitch, and you're my bitch." He groaned when her cunt clamped down around her shaft. "Yes, that's good. Milk my cock...work for that cum, you perfect, fuckable woman. Work that body over me." He knew that he could orgasm at any moment, and she was completely in sync with her, but he wanted to control what was going on in their intimacy. "Don't forget to ask me for permission to cum, Carla. I want you to control your wanton body until I say yes."
 
Carla had never taken offense to being called a bitch. In the most technical sense of the word, she was a bitch; that was what you called a female wolf. Still, the word had never sounded so good as when it came from Joe's lips. She was his bitch and no one else's; it had a nice ring to it. She quickly adjusted her pace to satisfy Joe, then kept at it. It was rare that Carla could have sex and a workout at the same time; if they went like this for another few rounds, she felt like it would be alright to skip the gym that morning. It was a little tricky to stay at the pace she was going since her hips and legs felt like they were made of jelly, but Carla had felt worse burns in her muscles before. Still, she was soon panting and gasping for breath, hoping that Joe would finish quickly so that she could rest for a moment.

Her head was in a haze, but Joe's words penetrated the miasma of pleasure that she was experiencing. He wanted her to ask permission to cum. That was a new one; Carla had honestly never encountered a lover who'd asked that of her before, not had the idea ever crossed her mind to impose such a restriction on one of her lovers. Of course, Joe wasn't asking: he was demanding. His tone and body language all told her that he was to be obeyed. Fortunately for Carla, her cunt was still very sensitive from her first orgasm and she felt another building quickly. Hoping to finish before she pulled something, Carla began begging. "Please, Joe," she gasped. "Please let me cum. I feel like my legs are going to give out if I keep this up much longer!"
 
He chuckled. "My baby is getting weak is she? Maybe you need to up your workouts." He held her by her ass and her hair and flipped her over on the bed, mounting her from above. "Now how much longer can you go, hmmm?" He began to thrust into her with the deep, hard pace he had favored earlier. His lips curved into a smile as he lowered his mouth to tease her nipples.

"Count to twenty; on the twentieth thrust you can cum, but any sooner or later...." He nipped at her breast. "I'll have to punish you, and I'd much rather spend the day rewarding you." As the thrusts continued he began to slow them down, deeply filling her and making her feel every agonizingly wonderful ripple along his shaft. He studied her eyes as the numbers got higher and higher. "Mmmm...it's going to be so nice to fill you up with my seed again. And then to feed you, bite by bite as it slips out of you and slides down your thighs..."
 
"You try being on top when your legs are made of jelly," grumbled Carla, just before Joe flipped her over. Oh, how the fingers in her hair sent shivers through her body; Joe's tight, commanding grip was both demanding and comforting at the same time, reminding her who was in charge. She let out a desperate, needy groan when he said that she had to wait until the count of twenty, but barely held on as he began thrusting into her. She was just on the edge and needed to cum so badly, but the thought of displeasing Joe was worse than her need to cum.

"Y-yes, Joe," she panted, gritting her teeth. "One, two..." Each thrust was utter agony for Carla; she'd never had to hold back an orgasm before. It was a strange sensation to be sure: it felt like her every nerve was on fire, but the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant. It certainly helped that she was doing it to please Joe, which only made the whole experience better. "Twenty!" she screamed before archign her back and climaxing, letting out a loud moan that filled the apartment. This orgasm was much more intense that the first, causing her entire body to go taught, highlighting every curve of every muscle in her body as her walls clamped down on Joe like a vice. She tried to say something, though even she wasn't entirely sure what, but only an incoherent mess of panting moans came past her lips. When her climax finally subsided, she was left as a liquid pile of limbs beneath Joe, unable to move even if she wanted to.
 
Joe liked the way she answered him and then did what he told her to. It was quite a rush, actually, with a woman so strong and independent as Carla. Most women enjoyed being controlled because, in his opinion, that was what they were made to do. Be ruled over and controlled by a man. But women like Carla, strong, willful, and powerful...those were the ones he really enjoyed being dominant over. The others were too easy to conquer. They practically begged for it.

He felt her climax at the count of twenty and he folded her into his arms and spurted his release deep into her, feeling the heat coat the inside of her cunt and then slide out along his shaft as it over-flowed her tunnel. Once he was completely done emptying himself he nuzzled her neck and then bit her shoulder light enough not to break skin but hard enough to give her a sharp sensation. Afterwards, not really knowing why, he licked the spot he bit and then rolled off of her with a satisfied groan. "I'm keeping you," he chuckled as he sighed contentedly.
 
Carla let out a sharp gasp as Joe bit her shoulder. The sound wasn't pained or displeased, on the contrary: it was quite a submissive sound. She lot out a small, low moan as Joe said that he'd be keeping her. She loved the way he said that; it was a kind of confidence she wasn't used to. In the past she'd gravitated towards confident lovers, certainly, but this was a different kind of confidence. It wasn't just Joe being self-assured, it was that he was confident that she wouldn't find satisfaction anywhere else. Furthermore, it was a statement of ownership, that she was his to use and that he'd set the pace for the relationship. Perhaps it was that Carla had been lonely for so long or something about the wolf blood in her veins, but she wanted nothing more than to be owned by Joe. She felt like she should say something, refer to him by some sort of title, but she couldn't think what that would be. A look of mild consternation crossed her face as she puzzled out how to respond to him.
 
Joe didn't leave her long to ponder her thoughts. He rolled out of bed and stood just as the oven beeped that the timer was done and the oven shut off. "Come on, lover. A quick rinse sans sex and then food. You're going to need your energy today." He held out a hand to her as he stood there, expecting her to do exactly as he instructed.

He turned on the shower, fully expecting it to e a very straightforward, simple shower. Just something enough to make them presentable at breakfast. He was looking forward to training her and bringing her completely under his control. Carla was the first person who had made him feel like he was alive, and when he was in control of her his own life had meaning and purpose. He liked it. The liked her.
 
Carla let out a reluctant groan, not wanting to get out of bed so soon, but rolled off of the sheets regardless and stood on wobbly legs. She made her way over to Joe and clutched his arm for stability as he lead her to the bathroom. She had no idea about his intentions to train her: at the moment, she just wanted to get clean and have breakfast. Sex could wait until later; a phrase she never thought she'd find herself thinking.

"So, what's for breakfast, lover?" she asked, smiling up at Joe. "It smells delicious."
 
Joe grinned as he drew Carla into the shower. The hot, thick stream of water jetted wonderfully against their skin, flushing away their sweat and the slickness of their sex. "Well, we've just had our appetizer," he teased. He slid his hands over her body. "You'll find out what dinner is when I feed it to you."

His lips curved up naughtily as he washed her body. He soaped up a cloth and handed it to her. "You're turn to wash me," he instructed. "And then we'll go take care of that empty feeling in your stomach." He leaned forward and kissed her fully before allowing her to begin to wash his body off. He had a lean, hard athlete's body; firm and strong but not overly large. In clothing he looked 'average'; it was only when he disrobed that the sinewy strength of his body was apparent to anyone.
 
"Doesn't dinner usually come at the end of the day?" asked Carla, a teasing smile on her face. The water felt nice and it was good to have Joe to lean against since her legs still couldn't fully support her weight. She loved the feeling of Joe's hands roaming across her body, letting out a happy sigh and cuddling closer to him as her eyes closed once more. She hadn't gotten as much sleep as she normally did, seeing as she tended to wake up closer to noon, and was feeling a little tired after two rounds of sex. "I hope you put on some coffee," he murmured, yawning. "I think I'm going to need it."

She nodded as she took the washcloth from Joe, kissing him back before scrubbing his body. She was nothing if not thorough, getting every inch of his body in the process. She liked being able to get a closer look at his body, though she couldn't help but smirk slightly and silently gloat that she was in better shape. The again, it was difficult for a human to match a hundred active years of life or a werewolf's natural strength and stamina. These thoughts were made ironic, though, as Carla was forced to stifle another yawn.
 
Joe smiled at Carla's tease. "Only if it's the most significant meal of the day. But you're very Americanized, aren't you? I suppose you can't help wanted to feel like you've one-upped me." He pulled her into himself, his arm around her waist and his lips at her ear. "Carla, you don't have to be the fastest, strongest, or the strong one. I'm here now and you're not going to be alone anymore. I'm keeping you."

He looked at her and his eyes softened when they met hers. "You've had to be so hard for so long. Isn't it time that you let yourself relax and enjoy being someone's woman?" He had finished rinsing them both clean and turned the water off. "Come on, let's dry off and get you fed. Then we should go for a run and wake you up."
 
Carla smiled up at Joe, but there was a seriousness in her eyes when he said that she didn't have to be the fastest and strongest. "Well, I never had to be the fastest and strongest," she said, her tone gentle, but no longer flirtatious. "I could have pursued anything; I could have learned to play an instrument, written novels or just taken a desk job. Instead, I decided to master my own body, to turn it into what it is today. No one made me do that: it was a choice I made on my own. I don't mind being someone's woman, especially your woman, but I'm always going to be strong, whether it's by myself or with you."

Carla had to remind herself that her time with Joe was limited. He might have had the latent potential for being a werewolf in his blood, but she wasn't allowed to bite him: Bruce would kill her, possibly literally, if she did that. She didn't belong to a pack, so no one would take kindly if she turned someone. Bruce might not disown Joe, although many other wolves would if they were in Bruce's position, but Carla would certainly be in deep trouble. Unfortunately, this meant that a day would come when Joe would die and Carla would have to move on. In fact, that day could even come sooner if Joe realized that she wasn't aging and he was. At best, Carla had a few happy years with him before she was forced to move on to avoid rousing suspicions.

She was snapped back to the present when Joe suggested food and a run. She nodded, following him out of the shower. "And I'm not trying to one-up you," she said. "It's just what I call my meals: breakfast's the first meal of the day, dinner's the last and lunch comes in the middle. I'm normally eating breakfast when normal people are eating lunch and dinner usually comes at around eleven or midnight, though now that I'm working at the club it's closer to three or four in the morning. I tend to eat two big meals rather than the standard three." She smiled up at Joe. "A run sounds nice, but I'm going to want coffee at some point: I'm operating on maybe four hours of sleep right now."
 
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