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Between Fangs and a Hard Place ( Christine x Viktoff Samson )

The energetic red head had earned a curt, low, soft and short chuckle out of the devilishly handsome and sharply dressed Alpha. She was a bit of a silly head in his book, and she was making it nearly impossible for him to remain emotionally unattached in the unfortunate scenario that she'd ever get in his way. Normally, Damon wouldn't hesitate to remove any obstacle that kept him from achieving a goal. His distance from Jimmy, his human job, the act of getting along with Natasha, and his research were all examples of this concept. He didn't bend, he didn't break. If a weapon or tactic was neccesary he'd utilize them. And yet, here sat this adorable mess of touchable red hair bathing a gorgeous figure whose eyes melted right through his heart of ice. In a way, it hurt.

Slowly his big hands would move through her hair. Collecting it behind her head again as he let his fingers weave into each curl being careful not to cause a tug as he was quite experienced in preventing his physical partners from experiencing pain. Sexually, at least. When it came to hand to hand combat he had already demonstrated his brutality. "I'll handle you just fine." He had a sharp sort of smile as his icy blue eyes demonstrated just how clever he thought that line was. It would be impossible to miss how he looked up and down her body as though he was already crafting plans for her. In contrast, shy lesser men with no confidence would struggle to even look into her eyes. Damon examined her chest, her legs and hips along with her eyes.

"You insist it will do?" His words and the way he layered them could easily be perceived as a continued play on their back and forth about her bed. As much as he wanted to just pluck her up from her chair and carry her through her home before plopping her onto her bed to take her like the king of the jungle that he was, he would figure it might kill the mood if he incidentally went the wrong way. Not that he was afraid of losing this chance with her now. Damon was impossibly confident that this wasn't some bizarre slip in her hormones that lead to her arousal. There was just... Too much about this man before her to get lost in, to hunger for. While the slightest amount of uncertainty crept in as Damon wondered just how much of his appeal translated from a werewolf woman in heat who observes all of the biological indicators that Damon was an Alpha versus Christine's eyes for him now. "You should be a good hostess and lead the way."
 
Christine's curly hair was took a shade of Auburn Red, against the limit darkness that the room provided. Two sharp and curious eyes stared at him, as long as he was touching her curls. The mischievous gaze of the Alpha was earning more and more of her inquisitiveness. The humility and her adventure at the forest had her hair look like cupie hair. Her natural hairstyle. Her Curls were not foamed luxuriously as before. She loved her hair it would get most of the attention. And it was not different this time. Although, she had more things to be noticed for. Her hair was what gain minute inquiry.

She anchored her attention of her two azure blue eyes toward his big hands that were teasing now her curls. She was surprised how careful he would be with his movements. After all most she had seen that night were brutal and strong movements. Like an Alpha would have. Yet, there she was seeing a different part of him. She blinked with feigned innocence as she observed his eyes staring at her body. It was like he was examine her chest, her belly, her hips and legs. Like he wanted to be sure of every corner of her body. "Human's must be really rare in this part of the world!" she mumbled. Yet, she was observing him as much as he was her.

She skipped few of her heart beats, just with the way he was gazing at her. It felt that he could just take her there and now. Yet, he did not let his hunger ruin the moment. "It will do!" she ensured him as they were still talking about her bed. She cracked a smile when she was offered to show him the way. She could do that. She winked at him "I shall then!" she whispered as she slowly stood up. Her hands were pulled with her as she pushed the chair away. She stood there waiting for him to stand up and follow her. The kitchen lights were providing enough brightness to reveal her upper form. There was nothing more bewitching than her half naked form. Her skin soft and her breasts so warm, so responsive to the touch. Damon eyes could travel from her face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then to her breasts. Her breasts, would fit inside his palm as it was small, yet not that small. B cup some would say. She was covering the nudness by wearing a cotton pink bra. There was nothing too special about it. Only the color and fabric made it look cute. Her belly was flat and few of the abs were outlined. Nothing too muscly, just the right amount to with the attention.

After Demon was standing and ready, she turned away. Her hips and firm butt cheeks were noticeable now (through her jeans). She climbed up the stairs, taking one step at the time. Slowly, her hips were moving enough, like she was following a dance. Step by step, she would pause and looked at him. Few moments after she opened the door of her bedroom. There was nothing odd there. A double bed with blue covers. A lot of pillows. It showed she really liked pillows. Her dresser, a desk and her arm chair. There was only a low light, nothing to bright. She faced him after they entered the room. Standing at the middle of the bed room, and gazing at him. "We are here!" she mumbled under her breath.
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Auburn red would have been precisely the color of hair that captivated Damon's mind in his ideal werewolf mate. Such a rich and interesting color. If he could track down and pin a werewolf woman with hair like Christine's, he'd make the slickest looking werewolf pups ever. Part of him longed for the idea of making Christine a Feral with his cursed bite, just to somehow tame her and breed her over and over and over and over. Though, perhaps that was better left as a fantasy. It was a kinky thought that as a human woman he could creampie her little holes without the looming concern of pregnancy. Half human pups weren't a thing, after all. And his seed wasn't going to make human babies. The only way a hypothetical halfling of theirs could be conceived would be if she somehow took on a werewolf form shortly after their lovemaking without actually being a werewolf. And he knew that wasn't a possibility. Maybe she was also entranced by the idea that they could fuck without protection without that sort of stress? Damon knew full well that there were women out there who were obsessively drawn to sperm. It was the manifestation of a male orgasm, and chances are that said woman would have worked fairly hard for that.

He waved the strange ideas from his mind as he let her sweet pink bra and entrancing B-cup breasts nearly numb his mind. Damon had started thinking with something else before then, thankfully. "Humans in these parts? I suppose you're right about the town. But, I don't know about 'this part of the world.' Though. I live in the city a short drive away and it's all humans over there." He'd answer honestly, trying to let a more sober and innocent question distract him from her impressively touchable hair, her chest and her enticing skin.


Thankfully she agreed to direct him to her bed, not that it was all riding on whether she'd agree to do so or not. There was plenty of fun things they could have done in her kitchen. But, for what he had planned for her hot fit body, it was going to be mighty convenient to finish her on top of her bed. After she stood to join him, himself already have been standing, he'd allow her to direct him to the stairs where the wonders of her slightly defined abdomen and perfect shapely rear and hips was going to rock his world so wonderfully. And her periodic peeks back at him weren't going to ward of his hungry eyes and wild smile. He wasn't the least bit polite in the vulgar way he took her in with his eyes. It was literally just a shade less pervy than just pinning her down and shoving his fingers into her groin.

Entering her room was another brief escape from just how burningly aroused he was with this lollipop perfection of a human woman. He'd look around the room with glances and a genuine curiosity on his face before letting his eyes find bar's again. His look and posture doing nothing to hide that he knew exactly where this was going and that he figured he knew what was on her mind as well.

Damon's fingers took to the buttons of his silky black dress shirt, unbuttoning it with a mixture of finese and speed that was quite unusual. Usually fast unbuttoning was sloppy and big strong fingers would falter and clumsily fail in this act. But, Damon was always exceptional. And in some ways, perfect. Just as the final button was displaced, he'd set the fine shirt into a pile on her desk. Just like as he begun, his leather belt was unfastened and removed from his black trousers in almost a blink as it joined his shirt. All he wore now was thin black socks and his trousers, letting his defined arms and upper body enjoy the mild lighting and his understated six pack was just defined enough to draw eyes and demand to be traced by soft feminine fingers. A perfect specimen, in all of the ways. His long soft black hair only barely waving over his shoulders and collar bones as his bangs framed his wicked and evil ice blue gaze that took her in. "I do hope you're ready, human girl." He'd taunt her playfully with the reference to her species and sex in a fashion to imply what was not so subtly the difference in their presence, height and experience.

He'd cross into the center of the room with her as he'd bring a deep kiss to her lips, his chest pressing into her own as one hand moved to cup and fondle her ass. This little weapon of mass attraction that she shamelessly taunted him with on the steps was firmly in the domain of his big manly hand and he'd express his dominance and excitement in the way his fingers hugged the firmness that her jeans did nothing to hide from him. His other hand would perform which ever action was neccesary before removing her bra with the same reckless abandon that he'd remove her shirt from her with. Now his firm chest, and his skin that was both resistant pressure but smooth to the touch, had pressed against her bare breasts as he'd return to deep deep passionate kisses upon her lips.

Just as he had began to layer on the heat, he'd take both of his large and manly, but capable and clever hands to her hips and pluck her right up from the ground. In the next instant he'd land with her on her bed. The back of her head upon her numerous pillows as his knees pressed into her bed framing her ankles as his hands slicked down her chest to her abdomen to the zipper of her jeans. His hair would fall over her shoulders and breasts as he'd plant hundreds of soft butterfly kisses to her breasts, even upon her nipples before he'd nibble on them like little candies. His fingers very very slowly undoing the button and zipper to her jeans.
 
They tout a form of beauty that is merely aesthetic, something that could inspire lust a thin replica of love based more in desire and conquest. Like the way Damon wanted to conquest her. She could see it in his eyes. The way he was looking her. She felt that he had already taken her, in the most animistic way ever. What they claim to bestow they cannot, for real beauty comes from within; and it is only that form of beauty that can make lasting love connections. Now there connections would not be within. It had only to do about lust and passion sex. Facial features and products that will be wiped clean away come the morning time. When they would find out what they had done. Now her human mind was only curious. She wanted to be conquest by the alpha. She would not care if he would cum in her with out any protection. She would not even notice. After all he said it. There was no possible to get pregnant. She was not a werewolf she was only human. A human that was desired by an alpha. Only the thought of that made her body shake. She wanted to let him take her. Like his eyes showed that he would. Lust, passion, or lust called it how over they wanted it. They were into it.

Lust could be fun, it surly could. Now she knew, why it was said that lust can ruin you. But where does it lead? What is it's purpose? It could damage them. Yet it could give them the most wild times in their life. Her mind was wheeling in strange thoughts. As he was explaining her about humans. Did she really pay any attention? She was already lost in lust. She should think over what was going to happen. Yet, her mind was all butterflies and fires. Maybe she would get burn. But it was worthy. Was it not!? She stared at the male in front of her. So hot, she never seen anything so hot. She wanted to touch him. Was she not allow to let her fingers run through his body.

She had read in some fancy magazine before that lust and passion were entirely different, but she'd never understood until that moment. The way Damon was gazing at her as they entered her bed room. It already showed he already knew what he wanted from her and her human body. She started at him too long. She also knew he wanted to run her fingers over his skin. To touch him. She wanted to be close to be touched by him. Kissed. It made her blood run through her veins. She felt hot, her cheeks were redder than ever. Their encounter tonight seemed tempting and disposable. And maybe it was only that. True said, she did not care. She was just too taken by his aura and masculine form.

Electricity in the air the moment he stepped closer and started unbutton his shirt. It was like a crackling in the air. She never remembered feeling this way with any other man. Perhaps this lust in combination with passion. It had to be. She emit a tiny gasp when She noted the sexy and deadly gaze over in his eyes. Just like enchanted him, ensnaring him with her own gaze. She tossed her red hair onto her back and rested her hand close to her hip. She wanted to run her fingers against his skin. Yet she waited hungrily until he would take his shirt off. Her eyes pinned against him. Noticing his perfect abs. She bit her lips hardly showing him how turn on she was. Then she licked her lips as he got closer to her.

Next their lips met. She pressed her lips against his. As they kissed wilder than before. Her fingers touched him. She could feel him under her own skin. She could not take her own fingers away from him. She wanted, she needed to know every detail. She slowly run and outlined his muscles. She liked it. She smiled through their kiss. Suddenly, her bra was gone. Her small and round breasts were now exposed. The pink nipples that were half erected were not any longer hidden through the bra. She gasped as his hands grabbed her ass cheeks. She could feel how strong he was. She knew how strong he was, yet he wanted to remind her, every now and then. Her eyes closed as she let her hand rub against his skin. There was more fire in the air than before. A tingling sensation disrupted her ruse and the tables turned. She was now caught in his web. This game of desire was intoxicating.

Christine was all logic and feigned cool detachment until him touched her skin. Then something not only stirred in her, but it took over her thinking. The rest of her world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of her mind. She felt her body flying in the air and landing in her bed. His body against hers. She bit her lips. Her mind was almost lost in the moment. The hotness the wildness. She could feel their difference now. She seemed really small in compare with him. Now that he was on top of her and unzipping her jeans. She gasped one more time. She pinned her eyes against him. Her hands were still rubbing all over his chest and back. Like she needed to touch him. In the room that was twilight and shadow he lay close enough for her to breathe in his scent. She bit again her lips. Her legs were spread under him. As he was still working to take off her jeans. She also let her hands lower close to his boxer. Like she was trying and not trying to take them off. They were now starting a dangerous game that both would play that night.
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For Damon who calculated risks both in his human job and his diabolical plans, there was no risks involved with his venture into Christine's bed. He takes what he wants and he enjoys his time spent with what he doesn't. Should cupid attempt to snare him to her, he'd simply take her over and over and dominate her until she'd have no choice but to fully submit to him. Though, Damon had his doubts about that whole ordeal as Christine was a wild girl at her core and he needed a werewolf mate to breed at his partner of choice. It would be grossly irresponsible of him to snatch up and ran away with a human girl when these families needed his genes for their future generations. He knew this much, but he wouldn't let his teeth dig into her to transform her. Ferals were very much different to the humans they once were. It is a change he simply couldn't revert and he didn't possess a means to return her mind to her after said process had begun.

Her hands weren't any warmer than his thrillingly hot skin that radiated heat along with his scent that aroused hunger and causes some to salivate in need. Feeling her touch him like this made him smile as he took great care not to interrupt her or put anything in the way of her smaller arms and hands. This was a warmer smils, he adored this side of her. Perhaps she was curious about him? Who wouldn't be. There had to be some angle that made him no look like an evil prince from some long lost fairytale, some angle of him where he didn't just ooze confidence and handsomeness. And yet there weren't. Every inch of his skin was perfect, addictive. There just wasn't a point on his body where her human hands could travel that would completely quench one's desire to feel and explore him. Every time her eyes would move it'd be like his body had her in a trance and every inch she was explored was new again and just ripe to be felt and seen. This effect happened with his smile and eyes and hair as well, it was like she couldn't simply store what she felt and saw. As though the only proper way was to freshly run her fingers over him and see him again, freshly.

He'd notice her hands lingering near towards the waist of his pants and boxers, making like she wanted to brave her way straight into the wonderous sensations of his absurd manhood. The thought that she was playing with the concept, teasing it to him, was a whole new world of sexy and adorable to Damon. Christine, in his mind, was a different woman under him now. This was probably who she really was without all of the human formality bullshit they both had to put up with every day. If they could just shut their brains off and consume each other like this, he'd be able to feel this playful and sweet side of Christine that aroused him beyond words. His bulge in the trousers swelled beyond belief as it was so long that several inches of it's mid-mast pressed against the thigh of the trousers like a basilisk attempting to escape it's ancient elaborate prison at the bottom of the sea.

But, she wouldn't be having his thick virile masterpiece just yet as he tugged her panties and panties to her knees and took her wrists into his hands. Pinning her wrists violently into the bed above her head he'd force his tongue down to her tonsels and explore her mouth like his soft, warm, wet little treasure chest. Tasting her saliva as he'd run the exaggerated taste buds of his tongue along her own tongue and gums and cheeks, letting her have plenty of his own hot saliva as it made it's way to her from his slightly longer than expected tongue. Shifting so just one of his huge hands wrapped snuggle around both of her petite body's wrists keeping them pinned above her head, he'd continue exploring her mouth with his tongue as he ran his index finger against her collar bone. Slowly, intently, forcefully, he ventured this finger down over her right njpple, against the beautiful bounce curve of her right breast, over each of her defined ribs (as though he were counting them) down her abdomen and around her belly button to her pelvis. This very same finger would then be pressed with 's knuckle between her pussy lips as he kept it straight with various firm inches of said finger interrogating her hot sex between her thighs. Without even having looked at her pussy yet, he then ran this finger up, down and against her precious little cunt while his tongue was in her mouth, her wrists tightly wrapped in his other hand, her mostly nude body exposed beneath him as her legs were under his lower body. No escape. She was completely at his mercy, unprotected from his touch, his sight. To be violated and tasted no different than a gourmet treat.

He wanted to melt her under his lustful eyes and masterful touch. Like a bowl of strawberry icecream he wanted to put her completely at the mercy of his discerning gaze as a puddle of sweet milky fruity delight that swirled under his firm oversized spoon.
 
Christine was not any different she had also taken her risks as much as Damon had. If they would share her bed that night, no one really knew how things could end up. Her brain was not looking for any clues. She was not searching what the outcome of their mating could be. It was just a human girl having sex with an alpha, nothing more or nothing less. Maybe there was more to the story, but she did not know that. Of course as a human she would never submit to him. It was a different thing to be dominated in bed, from to have her submit to a man. Any man. She loved her freedom, to make her own choices. She would never agree to let someone force her. Even if the alpha ended up taking her over and over again. Her mind would never accept someone to will her. She was her own master. That would never change. Neither would she run away with an alpha. She was drawn into him that night. Yet, it did not mean she would leave her life and follow a male she had just met. And specially a werewolf. Neither would she want to be transformed in any way. She liked that she was human. And human she wanted to remain.

She smiled, knowing full well that he was about to seduce her. Even before he touched she felt his hands and her lungs expanded with briny air. Everything on him was enough to lock her deeper in their encounter. His scent, his gaze, his lips, his body, even his touch. How could a petite human resist. She could not. She was already caught in his net. She could tease all around she wanted, yet he had set the game. His selfishness made her wanting him more. His beauty was one of a kind. What was happening to her, she had already agreed to let it happen. Since she allowed him to enter her bedroom and step into her bed. She was trapped now under him.

Christine felt her panties being pulled off and tugged down close to her knees. Her fresh waxed cunt was now exposed. She felt the cold air brushing through her pink and small pussy lips. Her wrists were now secured into his hands. Her short intake of breath was noted as Damon pinned her wrists against her own bed. She felt his strength holding her down as his own tongue was forced inside her mouth. He had slammed his lips to hers and nearly knocked all wind from her lungs. She hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her own lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. Their tongue met, and although his was different in size and texture, they shifted and made the kiss last longer. She could taste his saliva, and the taste of his lips. Her body was softly shifting and moving under him as they kissed and he held her wrist still above her head.

Next only one of his hand was enough to keep pinning her wrists above her. She struggled a bit to free her hands, but it seemed they would remain there for some time longer. The kiss was wilder now. Their lips were pressed together and his tongue was exploring her. Their tongues tangled as she closer her eyes and let the kiss to became passionate. There was that twisted feeling as his index finger run through her body, feeling her collar bone, stopping against her breasts down her belly and running lower. Her back arched as their kiss was deeper and wilder than before. Her wrists remained locked into his hand as his index finger was close to her lower parts. She let out few muffed gasps. A convulsive effort to breathe was noted as his finger was still searching her human cunt. There was too many secrets he could reveal.

Her human body was under his command. As he was above her and almost controlling it. Her almost nude petite human body was under his mercy. They kiss was wilder than before. Her lips were pressing against his. As she was trying to grab life out of that kiss. Her wrists still pinned and secured away. As her body was sensually moving with his. Like they had so many thing to reveal that night.​
 
It was grossly unlikely that this duo were going to wind up in any sort of warm and close relationship, and for numerous reasons. Damon was drawn to the concept that he was some sort of King as he seemed to simply be born with these innate superiorities. Not that he'd truly allow that muddy the waters and cloud his judgement. There was likely to be certain qualities this duo would look for in a life long partner and when it came down to the bare basics, they were just after seperae things. Damon needed a devoted partner he could trust to take him seriously and who wouldn't just blow off every stern and strict direction he would provide to her. And if his assumptions of this wild flower of a human girl were at all accurate, he'd assume she were the sort ot prize her autonomy to the length of disregarding him and getting herself straight into danger. A life long partner of Damon's would hold his heart, and he was certain that falling in love with such a wild woman as Christine would only get his heart brutally murdered by a whole gang of ferals. Coincidentally, if it weren't for his intervention, that very action may have occured a mere hour or so ago. Though, Damon would like ot cut Micheal and Jimmy a tiny bit of credit to suggest that they could have protected her from those ferals. Maybe.

His position over her made him feel quite a bit better about making tonight a not-so-lonely night in the pressence of a human girl. It was like therapy, being in control with her wrists inside his grasp as he tasted the back of her mouth and her own smaller tongue. He'd very slowly explore her details with the length of his finger against her cute little pussy's exterior, each slow and long rub upward and then downward would follow slightly different paths. Without even having seen her hot sex between her legs, he could already imagine what the beauty of her hairless cunt would be. And the prospect excited him beyond belief. Human women and werewolf women were so very different, and even a notoriously prideful Alpha like Damon could admit that Chrissy was rocking his world just by being so enticing. Her personality, while having it's quirks that may divide them one day soon, had been so alluring to him here and in the moment. His finger would leave from betweeh her thighs as he rose from her almost nude body to get a look at her. From her mess of erotic red hair down to her naked knees, he took her in as he cleaned his finger with his tongue. They both had blue eyes, and yet they somehow had powerfully distinctly different eyes and the color within them. Her's reminded him of the sky on a bright sunny day where the clouds have gone away. And his were like the heart of the artic. Cold, and death followed them.

His free hand would tug the last of her clothing down to her ankles and then free of her pale feet before he could release her wrists. Slowly, he'd make his way up the bed as he'd stand on his knees, her torso beneath him as his large hands took to the zipper of his trousers. If the smile on his face and the bulge beneath his zipper had anything to say about what was about to happen, then something quite unusually inhuman was going to make it's way to the open air directly adjacent to her chest and face. With her hands freed she couldn't wallow in the comforts of letting him take the first step when such an event was about to happen. The sound would come first, a zipper between the sounds of their breaths as his hands operated beneath his abdomen to draw the shiny metal tab to the bottom of the trouser's zipper. White and tantalizing to the touch, much like the rest of Damon, his boxers were all that prevented an immensely imposing pop-up scare from the bulge that loomed within his trousers for her eyes to discern up until this point.

"Deep breaths, love." Damon's voice would reach her over the tension he purposefully built. Whether he was being intentionally lovey-dovey or teasing her with the little word he used to address her with would be unknown. Though, it was probably unlikely that she had the Alpha's heart just like this, so the latter was the most likely assumption to be correct. His thumbs took to the band of his boxers as he drew them down a fairly groomed pelvis until a simply monsterous cock sprung forward into the space over her breasts and up past her chin. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that this cock was getting into her sex all the way to his base. She simply couldn't stretch to account for this much manmeat. A couple of inches past ten was probably the best way to sum up his length as the width alone was abusive and seemingly impossible to summerize as his deep purple cockhead was bulbous and comperable to her balled fist. The very tip curved upward just slightly as curves denoting the end of the head of his cock was gracefully hugged by his foreskin. It radiated heat like no other as his scent was stronger, but the presence of his seed was just that much more overwhelming. He was built to breed werewolf women, and it was hidden. Not even close. A human woman couldn't feel this warmth, see this size, the scent and the man attatched to it and come to the conclusion that a bundle of love was unavoidable. Yet, the reality, if she wanted to continue to take Damon's word for it, was that she couldn't concieve with his werewolf seed.
 
One touch and it was over, it was not always like that with Christine. But today things were so different. Damon could not simply be compared with any male she had sex with until now. He was handsome, no words could easy describe his dark beauty. And the danger and evilness, were also something that could not be avoided. Then again, he was a werewolf. There was no possibility she would ever fall in love with a beast. But she was surely drawn towards him. he curiosity had rose like never before. She felt electricity in her skin, hormones shutting down of her higher brain and the rise of her turned on self. From there on in it was all passion, intense, intoxicating. It was not that she was easy, she knew well enough to avoid letting a man lay his hands on her. Yet with all the chemistry and the hormones that were filled in the air, how, she was smitten all she could do was go along for the ride and pray her instincts were right.

In these moments his eyes were all over her body, mingling in the quiet moments between action and stillness. Christine noted him staring her hair and slowly the rest of her nude body. Like he was marking every detail on petite body of hers. The cool room already felt warm. It was hard to hold back, to make the moment last. Was it not always the way, so caught between the intoxication and extending a moment that never wanted to end. Yet, at the same time she the intoxication and curiosity were enough to have agree to go on with what was about to happen. Her mind never answered her question. As Damon next moved grabbed all her attentions and fears.

Her azure blue eyes paused at the view of his hand, that was now taking of her last part of her clothes. Her cheeks were still red showing her frustration. She finally feel her wrists free. She let her left hand rub her right wrist softly, as she lowered her arms. Next her right hand did the same for her left wrist. She had already notice how strong Damon was. Then her gaze froze across the bulge under his zipper. She did not blink as she tilted her head confused. Normally, she would not hold back and unzip him. Yet, she was a bit careful with her moves. Keeping in the back of her mind that he was a werewolf. She gasped few times as his hands were closer to his zipper and he would feed her curiosity. It was clear the way the human had slowly leaned her body a bit higher. Her head was a bit closer and her eyes pinned down at his lower parts. She wanted to see, what was he hiding. And if there was a difference that he was a werewolf.

She was already breathing deeply, before even Damon told her. The 'love' part she gave it nor any attention. Of course he was not calling her that way because she was dear to him. They had only met few hours ago. It was some kind of teasing. Her brain worked enough to tell her that. Then her mind collapsed. She could not hear her inner voice speak. Her eyes frozen, and wide opened. Her mouth remained opened and she forgot to breathe. She was in shock, as she could clearly see his massive cock. It was now free out of his boxer. It reached close to her chin just like that. It took her few seconds to breathe and few more for her eyes to move. After her eyes moved she was able to see its length and thickness. She breathed deeply and her body leaned back away from his hardness. She could not say anything, her mind even could not commended. "How .. is this possible?" she mumbled as she wanted to say about his size. Her left arm was lifted so her palm rested against her mouth to hide her surprise and confusion. "That could never ... fit!" she added as she gazed down at her own self. She remain like that, keeping a bit far from him, and breathing until finally her curiosity gave in and she let her right arm move closer and her index finger poked it. She gazed up at him half scared and half curious. "You have use this before? And the female was alright?" she started asking her dump questions as she had forgot that he was mating with werewolves girls. She poked it again few times as she founded it a bit funny, scary yes, but still funny. "Sorry! It just seems so fake! You sure you use that like ordinary men use it?" she asked.

She could smell his manly scent in the air. His manhood was different, strong and surely had a different purpose than usual male penis. She allowed her petite pale human body to lean a bit closer. The size was bigger than she had ever had. She stopped even imagine if it would fit inside her. Because it was only making her more scared. Her index finger remained close to it it was poking and rubbing it, like she had just found an exotic thing. Her eyes finally looked at his hardness and gazed at him. It was a bad move, as she was again drawn into him. She slowly leaned closer resting her right hand against his hardness. She decided to play it brave enough and steal a light kiss of his lips as her reddish hair moved in front of her right side, covering part of her chest and her hard pink nipples. Her right hands was softly touching his hardness. After she stole the kiss she licked her cherry colored lips, and lifted her eyes and pinned them against his. "What now!?" she whispered with a sexier tone.​
 
Damon expected a quirky more comedic and less aroused response out of his temporary human companion. After all, she wasn't quite the same beast as a werewolf was. Being drawn to Damon purely on the basis that he was the Alpha and hormones would mandate that his seed provides the healthiest pups was an entirely different sort of attraction. In his mind, Damon wondered to whom this encounter was most like a one off fling. And while his pride wanted that answer to be himself, he had the sincere theory building that Christine was the member of their duet that would be the least interested in spending a second night together again. Maybe it was because her attraction to him was probably built on the novelty of it all, or was it the fact that she was likely to be a good deal sore after dealing with his abusively sized cock? Damon knew his thought process was biased and that he can't read her mind, but he did feel like he wasn't far off.

"How is it possible?" He repeated her question as he prepared his answer. "Genes, I suppose. Though, it's hard to feel like a proper Alpha if you can't literally provide a sexual experience that no mere human male could ever live up to." He didn't deliver these words while looking to her or with his signature grace and clever tone. He wouldn't even sound prideful or cocky, even as the words themselves could be taken as such. "And it isn't fake."

When she started prodding his meat like a field researcher discovering a new species of sloth snake, he'd raise an eyebrow. She was mighty lucky(or brutally unlucky based on viewpoint) that his arousal and erection were largely whims of his leasiure. Basically, she wasn't going to make his pulsing monster erection deflate just because she wasn't being a lustful mynx this very second, or anything. So no matter what, the dirty deed could commence. "You'd be my first human, and while I bet you couldn't take the full length there are some... Less traditional avenues we could take that wouldn't fail to learn how to take a proper dicking from yours truly." He hinted to anal, though he left it ambiguous

Her hand on his cock reinvigorated a bit of his trademark tone and clever facial ques as he'd look into her eyes during her kiss while her hair always invited him to be very aroused, the fact that hid from him her precious erect pink nipples was a crime against the very nature of passion. To him, at first, this seemed to be her first move towards taking this at all seriously. Her sexier toned whisper did serve to get things going again, though her intention with the question didn't quite seem to hit the mark.

Either way, he adored how animated and cartoonish she could be one second and how womanly and sexy she could be the next. It was either a sign that she had somewhat of a bumpy childhood or a sort of disorder or gift that allowed her to process things in her own unique way and pace. In no way did Damon find this to be an unfortunate trait as unlike most humans, Chrissy was the sort of princess that he could make into his Queen. If she wanted it, that is. His giant left hand reached around to cup and fondle her nude ass while he drew her closer. The heavy hot scent of his eventual precum completely dominated the air around them as his scent took a wild transformation as he remained human except for a look in his eyes. "Time for you to lube it up proper with that little tongue of yours." he'd whisper back, darkly. His evil eyes and sharp grin focusing on her with his face so near to her own.
 

The cool air rushed up across her bare skin, making her shake in a wobble. She smiled in excitement as curiosity started to get the better of her. Her curly long hair remained covering more of her chests as her attention was gathered around the alpha and his massive manhood. She had by then stopped poking it. Her hand rested still against it. As she was thinking what she should, do next. Or better she knew what she could do. But it was not really easy to deal with such a size. She had ignored his previous words how she could end up fiting inside her. Since her mind was still processing his size and how she could handle it.

As his strong left hand grabbed her ass cheeks. She gasped as he pulled her easy closer to him. A chilling air began to blow against her neck, sending a scary feeling down her spine. His words made her notice that she could not spend the night poking it. She lifted her gaze up, smelling his dominant scent around them. Her heart skipped a beat and eyes blinked, as she swallowed oddly. Her mind was reeling as she was not sure what she should do. Her fingers started to play with her hair. As she softly gathered it together and pushed it behind her neck and lifted it up in a messy ban. The hair was out of the way, her breasts was visible again. And if she would end up giving him some oral action it would be easier for her with out the hair in front of her.

She sighed and leaned a bit closer. Her mouth was close to its thick tip. She blinked and let both of her hands rest against it. She noticed how small her hands were in compared with his enormous sized manhood. She decided to go on mostly out of curiosity. She tried to ignore the fact that his hardness was inhuman as much as his size was. Her fingers run up and down stroking it softly as she gazed at his face waiting to see his reaction. She let her fingers tease and stroke it almost forgetting her own fears. It was like a odd kind of game she invented to have her fingers cover most of his size. She tried that as she was leaned closed against it for few moments.

Christine paused suddenly, she took a deep breath and bend a bit closer. She gazed at him with her azure blue eyes, like telling him she would give it a try. She let her mouth lean even closer. Her lips parted and she allowed the tip of her to tongue to touch it. After she was sure it was not going to burn her tongue or passion her, she slowly allowed her tongue to lick his tip. She was very slowly and softly stimulating her tongue, around his tip. Her hands remain a bit lower against his shaft stroking it. Her mind froze and she was not thinking anything else than how she would manage to take this thing. Her tongue felt the texture of his tip, her tongue rolled and teased for a good time. She licked a bit more of his hardness. As she let her right hand hold his left and rise it up. Then she let it rest against her breasts. She gazed at him with a bit more confident, like I may manage to lick you.

Then her gaze was back at his manhood. She opened her mouth and felt the mushroom head of his gigantic prick, as it parted her lips and began to make its voyage deep into her mouth. She moved her lips sucking it trying to adjust but he was rather to big. She slid her juicy mouth back and forth on his stiff tip. She gasped and pulled back breathing deeply. Then she pushed again her lips over it and tried to suck that tip. Then she noticed she could breath from her nose. That made it even easier for her to suck the tip back inside her mouth.

She started to apply more suction with her mouth, her lips were moving around it her tongue licking and tasting the precum. Her body was following her pace as she was stroking the rest of his shaft. It took a lot of her stamina to start what seemed like a blow job. But it was not one either as she was stacked around his tip. Her petite body was also taking part in that action. As she was moving and turning her hips to find the right angle to suck him further. She went on like that for a bit longer.



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Her sigh as she moved closer made Damon's mind do loops on the concept of whether she was where she wanted to be if he somehow influenced her to be here in ways that don't include her own will. Had he swayed her with words or his presence in such a fashion? What was the implications of their fateful adventure into her bed? Was she not a conquest? And what were the necessarily negative innate features if she were? Surely males would find pleasure in being deemed viable partners for such an engaging and beautiful woman. Why would she feel negatively about the concept that they would feel good performing in ways that proved to demonstrate such? Why would pesky vile humans try to train her to feel that way? And in the next instant, he couldn't quite focus or care too deeply about the previous idea. It was a muse that just simply didn't merit another thought. Damon didn't really genuinely care if she felt negatively in that way as it ultimately wasn't his fault. She was free to enjoy herself with him and to be happy that he found her acceptable as well.

Her look to him got a small nod in response, showing that he read her body language quite clearly. In fact, maybe he was just as concerned or anxious as she seemed to be. There was always the possibility that she could just grow more frustrated with his massive pleasurable member until the point that she'd merely gave up. Guys operated that way, and that's why Damon concluded that they weren't so great at learning how to give women head. When they do things wrong over and over it's often just as satisfying to give up, run away, and deny the concept that they could learn properly. Not that Damon had that problem. He was possessive and strong, and the way he'd approach getting his head between her legs alone would have been immensely satisfying and arousing in of itself that he had such an innate natural advantage over most males of either species.

Not to mention the tongue.

Her touch and her tongue made his huge mammoth-like prick quake up and down just a bit. While it very clearly was his very real, more human than inhuman cock... It was just so otherworldly that he had the blood in his system to engorge an erection to this size and thickness without making himself feint by siphoning all of it out of his system to it. All together, his look to her wouldn't confirm much success as he was really looking forward to less foreplay. Unfortunately, this lighter facet of blowjobs or handjobs was a requirement as deepthroating would probably split her throat in two. Not everyone can fit their own fist into their mouth, let alone a pulsing hot cockhead that wasn't likely to follow her physical instructions to a T. It did quake in certain directions in response to her touches and her tongue and the fact was, she was having quite the effect here. Though, she wouldn't be able to avoid the thick glazing of hot pure man essence that would be his pre. A sensation of taste and muster within her mouth that would be so potent that she'd probably fail to fully register it's depths. Like a blinding light that was so overwhelming that the spectrum of colors within couldn't be perceived no matter how hard one might try.

And then her hand guided his to her breasts as he cupped her chest and smiled softly to her confident look. Push come to shove, Christine wasn't afraid of sex and his brutally sized exotic cock wasn't going to spook her away. Her mouth slit right up onto his stiff tip. A juicy hot and wet little mouth of her's served to pleasure him quite fashionably while she would probably have to eventually give up on the blowjob model as getting much more of him into her this way was probably going to proof to be painful without extensive training. Though, her hands on his meat and his tip in his mouth did serve to summon a bit of a deep, soft groan from his lips as his eyes narrowed just slightly. He'd let her try her best though, as she moved her body and turned her hips with such dedication. Her tongue and mouth working harder as the suction seemed to increase and she kept pleasuring him. More groans would follow but they weren't excessive or one after the other. This wasn't going to be much of an easy task.

His hand on her chest wouldn't fail to continue exploring the various details of her lovely palm-fulls of breasts. His firm, and smooth (like warm polished stone) palms also rotated to challenge whichever of her stiffened pink nipples erotically as he touched her.
 
By now he had discovered, that Christine was a risk junkie. It was mostly out of curiosity first. Her curious and sometimes naive nature, let her often take risk that could back fire on her. She never played it save. Yet, tonight most of her actions were clear they could put her in danger. She let in her house a stranger. She openly flirt with the male. Next she drove him in her own bedroom. And with her only excuse that she was drawn towards him. Was she really that easy? She was a known troublemaker, she was open and dared to face her own curiosity. But, what was happening now was something totally different. She was not having a one night stand with any stranger. She had just started a dangerous game with the town's alpha. She must have hidden her head or her way back. Because her actions that night was far from what her mind would ever choose.

Christine already knew that sucking his manhood as she did with other males, would not be possible. She could just give up and pull back. No one could misjudge her for that. The frustration could be noticed at the look her face took, as it was trying to suck against his thick tip. She was not sure even if it would stimulate him at all the way she was sucking and licking it. As the motion only remained around the head of his penis. Her thin lips remained there for a few more moments. Are her tongue rolled around it. Her finger went on stroking the rest of it. She was breathing a bit faster as she felt his attention over her breasts. She gave it a few more sucks until she finally lifted her head up.

Her petite human body, that felt to be in fire, was still near to him. Her eyes now pinned against his. She bit her own lips and her left hand stroke him a bit more. Her right hand rested now against the mattress as she was supporting her own body to remain close to him. She sniffed her room and the scent of sex was already in the air. It was already foretelling what would happen that night. Her left hand went faster, her finger stroke him up and down. As she still could feel his touch against her breasts. Her nipples, her light pink nipples reacted. They were now harder, like they were answering to his touch. She gasped lightly few times. Until, she finally removed her hand and freed his member against her touch.

The petite human allowed her left hand now, to rest against the mattress. Her back was arching as her azure blue eyes stared at him. Her legs were spread a bit wider than before. She cracked a smile, a very naughty smile. Then she moved her hands a bit up and pulled her body away from him. Like she was taking away, what she had easy offered him. Her body almost reached the head of her bed. Her right hand moved next to her left and she slowly turned aside. Soon her lower body followed. She was turned around and sitting on her knees. Her firm butt cheeks were almost in the air, as she lowered her upper body. She gazed at him above her shoulders and winked as she let her hips shift few times. Then she licked her lips, wanting to lean closer and reach his lips. Yet, she remained a far. She would not allow herself near. Teasing the alpha, in a dangerous way.​
 
Damon was often of two minds when it came to subjects he never truly planned to act on. After all, what was the point of having definitive stance or opinion on a purely hypothetical scenario. If Christine proved to make him climax harder than any werewolf woman ever could, hypothetically, what was Damon's response options? Would he merely shrug and walk away? Just what was the odds that Christine really thought an Alpha in her bed would just move on from this experience without any strings? Who knew. The darker side of Damon wasn't far away from the concept of leashing this red haired mynx and robbing her of her freedoms to serve him over and over. But, then again, deep down, what primal man wouldn't want that?

She definitely seemed to be into the attention to her chest that he was giving her. And the wholesomely soft and enchanting bosom of her's in his hand did almost as much for him as her hand on his cock that directly stimulated him. That was saying a lot, actually. As she retrieved her mouth from his cock. They were both seemingly ablaze with the heat that has taken to their skin. Unfortunately for Damon, it was highly unlikely that Chrissy would ever display the raw primal urges of a werewolf female. Someone with her personality and her beauty, her exotic curly red hair, paired with the numerous quirks of being a female werewolf... That'd get Damon into the rawest form of a mating mood. When this event is over, Damon would most certainly be fighting himself not to slip his teeth into her neck. As it stood, she would be magnificently less appealing as a feral, her brain and human quirks were just as important to the attraction. He reserved now that he'd allow her this one bedroom romp on their whims without the true terrors that could be Damon Creed. No bites, and he decided he'd leave peacefully later on.

The urge to let his tongue hang out like a dog couldn't be completely quelled. Yet, he definitely didn't allow it to happen as he didn't want her to see that side of him. The less... Dignified side. Yet, half of him was the mind of wolf in some fashion. Maybe that fraction wasn't quite right. It was only natural that he'd have less humanized reactions to things, even if he wouldn't let them out. Her finger up and down his cock and her breasts and hardened nipples in his palm, it was all growing difficult to resist even if it were very softcore stuff.

Now, at first, as she arched her back and looked to him with her legs spreading, he had to look straight down to her sexy little cunt with his narrowed eyes and sharp smile. Letting her azure sky blue look to him observe this behavior from was alluring in of itself. He wasn't some shy guy across the room that would try to not get caught starring longingly. No, no, no.

And then she blew his expectations out of the water as she made her way away from him. She'd have to be on the other side of town with a professional on her side in order to escape him effectively. Between scents and his speed, his ferocity, he was far from feeling as though she'd get away from him now. Though, the next part got him absolutely insane. She had slowly, very slowly made her way to her hands and knees with her firm ass towards him and in the air and with her upper body lowered. Such a submissive pose quite immediately made his cock launch upward with visible pulses as it's pale skin grew redder. Her look over her shoulder to him was more than enough to seal her fate as had to let his head fall back with a hand over his eyes and a toothy grin showed itself.

A deep rumble would roll in his throat and his lips as he would launch forward onto her with a sudden pounce. With a hand on her pelvis, between her legs with that hand's forearm against her abdomen and ribs, the other hand on the back of her head as he had been over her, escape from his grasp would be quite impossible with his pulsing massive cock's length pressing down between her ass cheeks. It'd press against her as though it's natural erection direction was more straight and her rear was keeping it more upward. His left hand pressed her head to the bed just softly with his fingers through her hair and his right index and middle fingers drew slow lines towards her clit tauntingly along her smooth pretty pubic area. Another low growl left his throat as kissed to one of her ears. "Who're you taunting, love?" A partially transformed deep growly voice whispered to her.

Sitting up his right hand slipped to her right hip, pulling her just a bit closer as his left hand took to his cock and slipped and brushed it down her until the upwardly angled tip spread her sex by the mere virtue that it was pressed up against her. And with a few not-so-light humps towards her, he'd actually negotiate his bulbous cockhead into spreading her and entering her just a little before she'd naturally push him back out. "You're not a virgin... Are you?" He'd tease, having a fairly good reason to believe she wasn't. If this was the very first time she'd have a cock, then she was in for a bumby bumby cruel ride. A dark chuckle left his lips as he'd take her left hip in his hand and let his chest brush along her back before humping at her again and again. Should she press backward like a real trouble seeker, he'd truly be in her if her cunt would allow it. It was a fairly ridiculously large solid and long peg for a relatively small tight hole.
 
What did exactly the red hair human thought, when she wagged herself to him. What would she expect for an Alpha to do. To tease her back? To be playful? Honestly, her mind did not overthink that night. She was only acting fully by her instinct and that she was overwhelmed. There was that strange and exotic male, that was captured her attention. Her actions were not wrong, and it would surely win over most males. Yet, she was not dealing with any ordinary male. She offered her bed to an alpha. Well, not her bed but mostly herself. And now only she would slowly noticing in what trouble she got herself in.

The petite human remained in a sexy pose on her knees and hands. She actually noted that the pose draw more attention to Damon than she was expecting. She cast a glance noting his grin. Somehow the air became heavily. A thought rose inside her mind that it was not the wised ideas to take that position. She thought to run for a second but honest where would she run to. She tapped her head with her own palm few times, noticing her stupidity. Yet, her curiosity was bigger than her stupidity. Than meant she wanted to stay. And if she could turning him on more, she would do that. Her hips shifted few more times. As reason were already gone.

Christine heard his rumble, and before the sound was even finished he had already launched and pounced forward. The sudden movement made her knees wobble and her heart a skip beat. A chilling air began to blow against her neck, sending a scary feeling down her spine. As her human form felt his hand on her pelvis and the other back on her head. She gasped as she noted that escaping was not longer an option she was trapped between him and the bed. The alpha pulsing massive cock's could be sensed as it pressed against her butt cheeks. She was aware of his length. But even if she had forgotten it, it was there to remind her. Her mind riled as it was not an easy task handle such an enormous shaft. Her narrow and petite cunt was never build for such a length. Burying her face into the mattress as his left hand pressed her softly. Her heart beat faster, and her mind froze. Until he felt him touching her clit. She bit her lips and let a soft gasp escape her lips. This alpha surely knew his way. She let out little and sweet moans as he kissed her against her ear. She closed her eyes, being sure her cunt became moist just from that action. "No, never taunting... I was just.." she whispered with soft moans escape her lips. "Just... teasing the alpha!" she added as her own body was slowly rubbing under him.

Christine was pulled just a bit closer to him. He would not have any issue to pull her back or pick her up. She weighted not much. Her eyes opened widely as his cock slipped and brushed it down her tightness. Her breathing stopped half of curiosity and half of fear she became excited. Her lower parts answered as they became more wet. She felt him against her pink soft pussy lips, as he was brushing his thick tip against it. Her soft moans gave away that she felt him. She bit her lips, as she was under him. The warm and his wildness made her only draw towards him. "No I am not a virgin!" she replied as her body was softly rubbing against his. Her moans were a bit stronger now as he humped against her. She could just move her hips. She could just press against him. It did not mean it would easily penetrate her. She leaned her head totally against the bed, like she was giving away herself. She bit her lips stronger and slowly moved her hips. She was too proud and curious, to give the Alpha the satisfaction to penetrate her. She could take that joy away from him. She pressed against his tip. She bit more her lips. 'Dann he was too thick for her to manage' she let out a louder moan as she tried it again. Yet, it did not still separate her pussy lips. Her white pale body mover under him slowly and softly. She moved her hips few more times. Yet, every time was not successful.​
 
If there were a standout feature of Damon it'd be his inner monologue. Thinking was half the battle of this long war known as life, after all. And yet, with each time the delicious and devilishly playful Christine would push her rear in his direction and make he tight tight cunt kiss his enormous cockhead without pushing it in, his brain went completely numb. What represents a complex series of circuits that hosts the minds of essentially two beings wrapped into one had been completely nullified by the raw sensation of this smaller softer being pressing her sex agaisnt his own. Truth be told, raw fucking her little pussy with every inch of his cock would probably feel better. However, this was something he's never quite felt before. Even though the very tip itself managed to just slighty spread her pussy lips, the cockhead was like a giant square peg for her tiny tiny tiny non-square hole. Elementry grade toddlers could probably figure out that this thing wasn't meant for her thing. And yet, Damon wasn't going to go home until he's bathed her womb in his cum and ruined every single experience she'll share with lesser males from this moment forward. He was just that cartoonishly large.

Her little words in response to his wicked and harshly whispered ones served to excite him just that little bit more. At the end of the day, neither could ever quite play each other's role in the bed. Not in the obvious sense that she didn't have a penis, because mechanically speaking, that alone wasn't comepletely impossible to change up in bed. No, Damon was just such a heavy top in the heat of things that it was impossible to imagine she could ever take his place and vice versa. Even if she weren't quite the quivering submissive he dreamed of, she was entertaining enough for a human. Especially as he prodded her from behind over and over knowing that without more drastic measures he was clearly highly unlikely to penetrate her. It didn't really matter to him if this took all fucking night. She was in his grasp now, she played in the woods and it's her fault she's under the biggest baddest wolf now.

Why Damon didn't just take what he wanted or forced her to be in precisely the relationship position he'd want wasn't entirely clear. After all, from what his brother's friends might say, that was entirely within his character. To take what isn't his. To break what isn't his. And yet, his little brother knew he wasn't so hamfisted like that. "Oh? Well if you see it that way..." The same grumbling low whisper would enter her ear directly before he shoved his hips forward against her slick shiny cunt even harder than before. Simply put, accepting him in this way was going to result in some serious changes. This wasn't like smaller cocks where the whole ordeal could really be completely forgotten. Whether she had her fun with this or not was also up in the air, but what remained a constant truth was: This was going to be an experience that would be written into her body. Had she been a larger human woman, obviously things might have been just slightly different. Not that he was going to let that keep him from his fun.

"You really want this inside you?" He'd taunt with a clear play to his voice, not letting himself come across as much of a bully as his cock was. It was like a god damned mishapen club that was hard as a rock but hot and warm like a muscle and his ever-enjoyable smooth skin only with slightly different qualities. And his cockhead wasn't letting up on it's ramming, directly translating the kinetic energy of his thrusts into firm long presses up against her sex. If it weren't for his critical faculties shutting down, Damon would have pondered if this was what sex with a human virgin was like for the more endowed males of her species anyway. in either case, it was clearly obvious to any adult with even an ounce of maturity past the late teens that foreplay and plenty of patience was ideal for sex as it were. The heated rush to get their underwear off for their first time was better left for cruddy first times and teen romance novels. After all, experience experience experience.

Another push to have his tongue hang right out of his mouth had found it's way to his central nervous system and he fought it with all his might. Should anyone ever see him like that without the haze of the true love known as a werewolf mating season would have been enough to kill Damon with embarrasment. His left hand returned to her upper body as it laid it's palm and fingers flatly at the center of her back, pushing her chest and beautiful breasts into the bed further than she had allowed it to go earlier. A positon of power, the trademark of Damon as he would never accept anything less. His right hand made it's way over her ass and then down to his shaft as he got a grip on it and began rubbing his upwardly craned cock tip against her pussy, painting her with her own moisture and teasing her clit while making her pussy lips move. "Spread them thighs more." An order, though her body was in no positon to escape. One would have to wonder if she ever was. Even a good clean headstart, and then another headstart, and another, and she'd still fall prey to his impossible physique and abilities. Make no mistake about it, he was the antagonist of her story, even if that wasn't all too clear yet.

Pushing up right on her tight little entrance, he'd direct himself against her at an angle to then hook directly to the opposite direction's angle as he'd weasel some of of his cockhead into her as though he were chipping away at her armor. And whether this experience was pleasurable or painful was up in the air. Christine wasn't some plain simple girl, but she was still human. The reality of their love making this night hedged on whether it'd be cruel or pleasurable experience for her, after all.
 

Christine had curled her red locks, that danced in between a Auburn red and Aururn brown, so that they hung in more waves than curls. The darkness and the moonlight cause her hair color to change in time, along with their body moves. What was paused, or completely stopped was her inner voice. That irritating confusing voice told her things that sounded 'sane'. 'This is not for your size!' 'It'll not fit!' 'He could break you!' Phrases and lines that were wrapped to her human logic. Yet, tonight logic and sanity, were not part of their game. The human girl had leaped out of her box of reasoning or argumentation. She, one her own will, had entered in far darker and logicless world. Unfortunately, her mind lacked an air of cogency this night, most likely due to her curiosity and confusion, and was not as convincing. Damon was not her drug, nor was she addicted to him. Yet, one touch and his intoxication over her was instant. Whatever Damon wanted to do was what he would do and there was not a thing she could do to stop him; not that she would want to. Just his scent sent her into a heady trance, one that did not end until their bodies would meet.

Her body was acting like a separate unit of her brain. Like it had a mind of its own. It was drawn and dwelt into Damon scent. Was it right or wrong? The body did not care as it had no sense of logic. It took as a positive reply of Damon excitement. And it naturally answered back. Her hips naturally and simply moved against him, allowing her lower parts to rub and push against the inhuman tip. The body only wanted to continue what her instinct told. There was a penis and a cunt and the penis was suppose to go inside the cunt. Yet, what ever action and move her lower body tried it was not succeeding in such an act. What the body was missing was that there was a difference, Christine was way to tight and narrow for this kind of shaft. And if somehow it manage to penetrate her, it surely would do its damage. Her tightness would be loosen, that would take a lot of sexless nights to tighten up. And her narrowness would be damage, that could not be change since her narrow build was how her structure was made. That could not, change as her tightness could. Most of this options were ignored by her brainless body, that was still moving and rubbing against his manhood asking to be taken.

Christine did not questioned why the mischievous werewolf had not just claimed his prey yet. She understood that her tinny size had a role to play with it. His breath against her ear made her body wobble. Her brain quickly scrambled as she tried to adjust what she could feel, which was a chemical reaction that rumbles through her veins all over her body. She sensed his hips pumping forward against her wet entrance. She bit her lips strongly as the action excited her and scared her in the same time. Causing her cunt to moister more to the unknown feelings. Simply stretching and entering her tightness was not as simple as other human males would have done. Neither, as other female werewolf would be easier to accept such a size. Damon was not an ordinary male, and Christine was not any kind of female werewolf. Even for a human she had smaller size. The night would be surely long for both of them. Surely, it would cause harm to Christine and would give her some kind of pleasure. But it would not be an easy task for the big bad wolf either.

Christine cracked a smile and gazed above her shoulder as he spoke to her again. Indeed she could feel his dominant side. This would not be a romantic mating, neither would it be gentle. The way he touched and placed his strong hands against her body made it clear. Also the way his body pressed against her, and pushed gave away how intense and rough this encounter would be. But, for now they were still working on how he would fit inside her. He could simple force his way inside and take her there and now. But for some reason Damon seemed to game with her, as she was with him. She had figured out that much, even with her brain shut. She tilted her head only a bit to allow him to get even closer his mouth towards her ear. What ever experience Christine would have, seemed not to pay any role here. Her actions were even unknown and confusing to herself. She never noted herself to act like that. That night was so awkwardly strange that taken by surprise even her own self.

Her voice sounded soft like a whispered through the air, but her words were bolder "What takes the big bad wolf so long!" She exhaled blushing on her own awareness that she should be more careful with him. She felt soon another push and she could see his tongue hanging. Her face showed a baffled look, and she tried to hide her giggle. As his male and dominant side was a bit ruined by that view. She was not sure if Damon had even noticed her. But his embarrassment moment, was a lightness break of the pure wildness that was shown that night. But it did not last long enough. Next she felt his hand against her soft pale skin. It was so sudden it made her body jump a bit. His finger pushed her enough, and her upper body was pushed against the mattress having her chest crushed against it. It was like Damon was showing her one more time his power. She rolled her eyes, trying no to commend how needy he was of showing his strength. Normally, she would have replied 'Yes, we get it! Your are powerful! Get it over!' But her attention was drawn against the head of his shaft that was rubbing against her pussy lips. Christine felt an unnamed pleasure running through her body to her core. Soft moans and pleasured filled the room.

She slowly spread her legs as she was told to. Him touching her clit and rubbing against him made her body moved under him. Her hips pushed back with more force. Again, and again. She pressed her lower body against him spreading even more her legs. A strange scent of strawberry odor and coconut floated the room. Her fluids kept showing getting her cunt wetter with each of her action. She felt the tense, and wanted him to be inside her. Until, she felt she was in no position to escape. She was totally trapped under him. What Damon would be, was unclear for her. A friend or a foe, she could not named it. For now she seemed more like his prey, that was captured under his net, and the funny thing was she aided him to succeed.

Burying her face into the bed, she sank her head lower and panted trying to catch her breath. It seemed the wild pushes that Damon had started were slowly having an impact on her. Her soft pussy lips, that seemed a bit reddish from all the pushes and rubes had spread. Her body tensed, and her breath was broken. Her mind froze in time. It was a mix feeling, a so sudden feeling of pain and lust at the same time as a small amount of his tip finally penetrated her. Her upper body pressed against the mattress more, as her cunt was taken by surprise by the thickness. Her mind had not yet adjust, neither had her body. A chest-tightening panic seized her. She tried twisting away from him, but it was impossible. He was too big, too strong. Her moans became stronger, and gasp after gasp allowed her to breath again. Her mind slowly was adjusting in the new size that wanted to penetrate her. Her petite body shivered under him few times, allowing him to know that she was indeed his prey. There for a second she seemed fragile and frail, in compare to his size. She was so delicate against his powerful touch, like if he would press more she would break. As long this moment lasted it should be pleasant enough for Damon, as his ego wad feed enough from her depended self.

Yet, not all things last for ever. And Christine would be remind him of that. Although, she seemed weak a second ago. The next second had change once more. Her breaths had soften, her eyes seemed more relaxed, and her mind unfroze. She bit her lips hard, to bring her senses again to life. And she answered him back to awake him that she was still part of that game. She pushed her hips as strong as she could, her ass cheeks moved in her allowance, and a bit more of his tip was inside her. Her upper body spread back with enough power to cause her head to lift. His hand would feel her pushing back against him. Once again telling him, she was not his prey. At least not for now. She allowed her head to shake, as her red hair moved now freely covering her back and his hand. She cast a seductive gaze against him as she half bit her lower lips, and pushed again against him. She cracked a evil smile, more to game with him than to tease. As she waited for his response, husky and turned on, but with her ego answering him back.
 
Damon bit his tongue to avoid allowing himself the chance of revealing that same dog-like embarrassing face again. In truth, Damon may have ran himself almost entirely on even handed superiority mixed with a dashing helping of ego. Yet, he wanted to prevent even this lowly human known as Christine from seeing such an intimate and weak look on his face. After all, if they were cars, their market value difference would be quite apparently different. It's no secret that she'd be picked after him if they were children building two teams to play ball. In the event that they were hostages to w witch coven they'd likely barter her off to some underground human trafficking ring while they'd keep him for his invaluable alpha blood in their spells and concoctions. In all of these irrelevant and bizzare hypothetical scenarios, Damon knew he had intrinsic value to harness a sense of self worth from that didn't at all rely on how he felt about himself where as his smaller companion simply didn't. If she needed that glimpse at a more modest and repressed side of Damon to derive some modicum of a delusion that'd allow her some foothold in their game of dominance and submission, he'd give her at least that much. It wasn't like ahe could flip the tables on him to pin him and assert herself that way. In the game of dominance he couldn't fail to win. So, there was some sport in letting her keep that much of a glimpse inside his psyche for her to snear at to her heart's content.

He could feel her buck upward at him, in some fashion or means to demonstrate that she'd fight his natural advantages over her as her wet tight pussy and his hard mountain of a cock continued to pleasure them both as they'd use their lower bodies to force the two to aggressively press each other. It really didn't matter to him now whether she wanted to continue on a path of destruction or play a more intimate o softer role in their lovemaking, Damon was sure they'd both get what they wanted that night. Fitting inside her or having her fight him to dissuade some sense that she was a passive bottom to him was irrelevant in his mind. They were serving to pleasure each other quite warmly despite the obvious problems with his size.

But, then it happened. She managed to weasal her way around his tip with her efforts and the result was immensely satisfying as a growl grew in his throat as his face drew up to her own. Wide silver-like glowing eyes absorbed her seductive azure blue gaze. She was such a dedicated mynx in his eyes, and at least his eyes would admit that it paid off fantastically as even this tiniest of entry into her unveiled that her insides were so incredibly pleasurable. For just a moment his own probing bullying humps against her had paused and his hands slipped from her little body.

In the very next moment he let one hand press into her bed near her head to hold himself in place above her before his arm draped around her torso and held her so firmly between his chiseled chest and his powerful forearm in a tight embrace that could almost threaten to cut off her breathing. He'd groan lightly in his deep, more human voice before he'd lay into her, just a bit, letting her body feel more of his own before an abominable force began to press his cock even more aggressively to her aunt such that he'd continue to probe her firmly but with ever increasing strength from his legs and now his arms. He'd pull her to him, watching her eyes as he'd try to force her to take even just another inch or to attempt to make her take his dick past the glands of his cock head. He wanted to see if she reveled in the feeling of danger or if she'd be frightened and in pain. If she did seem to be scared by this, he'd stop.
 
The human girl had only known few things about the man she had allowed into her bed. Surely, that he was dark and very attractive, she already had noticed. His dominant side was also shown to her plenty of times. As for his ego, she did not expect any less. As herself had her own ego, she needed daily to keep her confidence running. Anything more or less, she could not tell. After, all she only met Damon that night. And although, he had told her enough. It was not much to have a clear image. The same deal, appeared for her. As she acted not like herself. Opening her house to a stranger. Gaming around and ending in bed with a werewolf. Indeed she had entered a delusion, since she agreed to mate with him on her own bed. Yet, Christine had one more side, that was not always transparent due her curious and loud spoken nature. True to been told, only a few had seen that part of her. Behind her strong words, and her brave behavior lay another part of her human self. If Damon stayed until the next morning he would come across that part. Slightly of course, yet enough to irritate him or to bewitch him.

Suddenly, she felt his strong muscle body pausing the humps against her lower parts. And his hands were removed from her petite body. She lightly stretch her back and moved her head, as her deep breaths and gasps were noticeable. Her legs were spread more than before, as she also took a pause from pressing herself against him. She tried to calm down, let her inner part slowly adjust for the size that would penetrate her further. Stopping or fleeing, was no longer an option. As she was curious enough to go through their encounter. As well she was drawn into Damon, like a naively human who has found wonderland. Even, if it was a different world of hers. Not a human world at all. She wanted to explore more of it. And Damon was a part of that world. Well, not only a small part. He was the alpha. And that somehow draw more attention to him.

Next the hand that was placed next to her head, captured her sight. The outline of the arm, every detail, was so perfectly drawn she lost herself for a moment. Her mind span as she thought, how it would be if she was enveloped between his arms. She had felt his strong hands, around her when he carried her back home. But now, this feeling was different. Before, her thoughts had ended she felt his arm wrapped around her and held her tight close to his chest. A gasp escaped her lips, and her human body shivered at his touch and strength. The powerful embrace around her almost cut her breath, but it was so warm and dominated she lost her own self and surrendered. She heard his light groan, as she closed her eyes and placed her hand over his. She bit her lips, as only a small part of him lay into her as he press more of his cock.

Her auburn red air hung loose and the ends curled just below her shoulders, as she was trapped between his strong arm. His manhood was pressed more against her wet, and yet tight cunt. Her long hair fell across her face, creating a veil behind which she could hide her face as his aggressive moved mad her hair wave. The thick tip of his prodding at her pussy's lips, nudging its way inside of her tight entrance, with each attempted he made. Sending chills down her spine and goose bumps over her skin. He felt so thick, her pussy had hugged him when the head of his erection had breached her lips. He was too thick, for her human size. She gasped few more times, as a tear welling in her eyes. Another inch was inside her now. Her body shivered one more time, and few sweets moans were heard. Her azure blue eyes looked back at his, as her hair was again waved away and revealed her blushed red face. She sucked in her breath at the pressure that she felt as he stretched her so intimately. Christine could feel the danger, it never left her. It was there mixed with her curiosity. Only now it was more clean to her. Frightened of course she was. Her human body was shaking against his strong arm. But the aching feeling against her parts, and eerie darkness, was mixed with her curiosity and the draw to that dark prince. She closed again her eyes, and slowly let herself against his arm whispering under her breath "Fuck me!" Surprising again herself, he submitted to his strong touch and dangerous aura. It was so alluring, it was only drawn her deeper to that strange darkness.​
 
Damon came to wonder if the way her body gave in to his embrace had anything to do with a subtle notion that whatever she had been fighting about him had finally seeped past her hard outer shell. This was meant to be a fast and raw sexual romp adventure with such a beautiful petite and exotic human girl. But, out of necessity, Damon simply wasn't capable of plowing her like any given werewolf babe because she was smaller and their parts needed so much more effort and care before they'd behave together properly.

And what he didn't expect after a violent and forceful move to push ever deeper inside her would be precisely what he got. Though he could taste her fear in the air, the sweet moans erupting from her little mouth caught him so off guard. Her lips were near to his own in this far more cuddly version of their previous doggystyle position and feeling those moans on his lips nearly sent him into a breeding frenzy. Although the world around him may never understand it, Damon would much rather mate Christine than his pompous hoity-toity arranged fiance any day. Her azure blue eyes and Auburn shade of curly hair would make for an ideal litter of puppies.

He silently cursed to himself over the fact that she was a human. Her whisper to fuck her didn't go unanswered as he groaned and his lips curled upward just a bit. "Right?" He joked softly before kissing her lips. He was priming her before his his drew back and his arm tightened around her just a bit more. What was once just the head of his cock and an inch or so of the thickest human-like cock on the planet had slipped backward with some slippery sounds before doubling it's efforts to kiss her womb with his bulbous almost hooked cockhead. He'd growl so she could feel it's rumble on her lips as he repeated this, slow and terribly powerfully as though he were attempting to move her whole bed across the room with his lower body as his arm trapped her against him and attempted to squish her down his impossible cock.
 
Christine's feminine body spread across his tight embrace welcoming him. His warm breath caressed her skin, as his lips were closer to her (closer than before.) She moaned softly, very softly, every moan was combined with her breath, and sounded like small gasps tangled with a sweetness of a moan. Not just any moan, a very light singing tone. She lay naked under him, inside his arm, with red cheeks of a risen body temperature. The human female could not take a hold of herself anymore. Driven by desire, she felt hotter, like almost burning. Her tongue played with his lips and then her lips covered his. She sucked on it softly, nipping on his lips more forcefully trying to breathe and moan at the same time. The kiss came right the right time. To add more sensual art, in their mating, that seemed to be wilder and rougher. But first, they had to figure out the size difference and how it much would really fit inside her.

Her legs trembled and she grabbed Damon's arm, the one that was holding her closer, to lean on, afraid of falling or losing her balance, as he penetrated her further. The tip seemed to try to poke her womb, in an effort to fit inside her narrow tightness. She moaned loudly and panted, catching air. Her hips turned up and down, as he was forcefully tried to fit himself inside her. Her Auburn shade of curly hair as a veil around their faces, gazing at each other’s eyes. The rhythm of his shaft entering and pushing more against her enveloping flesh. Christine, sensed him tighten his arm more around her. Her breaths were deeper and faster, but she was now held stronger against him, like she was trapped. Her reddish swollen folds wrapped around his hard shaft,that was going deeper inside her human cunt. The way he slipped backwards and again thrust inside her, let her breasts waver in the same rhythm. Her legs spread wider, allowing him to fill her more. His size was thick, thick and long. It had the human girl already moaning louder, trying to adjust in that massive size.

Slowly yet firmly pushing, he met with some resistance as her cunt contracted tightly around the thick head of his dick, preventing him from entering easily. As his lower parts pushed more against her, making even her bed move with it. She bit her lips really hard, before her moans turned into sweet cries. She felt every inch of his thickness and length stretching her, in any possible way. Her finger softly pinned against his arm, as her back arched more against him. Her body shivered under him, as the alien feelings reached down to her cord. She held tighter against him, like she felt his size could easily break her. Yet, it was turned a warm and pleasuring feeling all over her body. As her moans blended with cries and slowly filled her room. Her mind and body was dealing with the outcome, so she did not respond to him with words, but actions.
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Damon examined her carefully with his eyes as he continued fucking her on her bed and over her naked body. He could focus on enough details at a time to ram his cock into her tight and resilient cunt without missing a beat as he observed the redness of her cheeks, her body temperature, and the sounds of her moans. While, normally, he'd make his way to seeing into the eyes of his lover, Damon found plenty enough of Christine to focus on that he'd only look to her eyes a portion of the time now. Her hair, her soft body, her cheeks and her lips keeping his attention as he tries to process just what was going on inside Christine's mind and chest. She was heating up fast, almost radiating heat to his body as she held his arm that held her for support and she moaned around soft gasping like sounds.

He could tell her hips were moving in response to him, trying to force him into her and it was an alluring sensation on top of her tightness, her hot perfect little cunt. Her hair framing her face drew his eyes to her own once more as he was pulled into the shared look, peering deeply inside her through the Azure blue windows of her soul. Their breaths reaching each other's lips as her swollen folds took his hard shaft as he'd reach deeper inside her. Her breaths invigorated him, the deeper and faster her groans and moans were, the deeper and faster he'd strive to go inside her as he couldn't think too clearly anymore.

Suddenly she contracted and his entrance was somehow even more impossible as her pussy's embrace around his thick dick head was quite gripping. The whole experience was the single most erotic and stimulating moments of Damon's life thus far. Yet, he couldn't stop and he wasn't going to let some additional effort keep him from fucking Christine's brains out. Especially not after he heard the sweetness of her cries and felt the way her back arched to him. She was too perfect, and the fact that she was human alone wasn't going to keep him from pounding her into jelly and making out with her exhausted sleepy face afterwords.

The thought alone kept him going as he pounded her so damn hard that her bed shook. His thrusts were inhuman and while his cock as large and almost as hard as a rock, it was shaped to force it's way into her tight, slippery hot cunt with enough force and he'd apply just that. He didn't seize her lips, her finger pinning his arm, he'd bring his lips nearest to her own as his eyes watched her's if she could keep them open.
 
The wet sounds seemed to echo within Christine's head, as the sensation echoed throughout her entire body and her moan reverberated around the bedroom. Burying her face into his arm, she sank her teeth into his skin and panted hard trying to catch her breath. Her body ached in a most hard manner as she pressed herself against him, wondering how she could possibly take that massive shaft inside her. She surely could not answer that. Yet, it seemed that Damon tried to push more and more inside her stretching cunt.

Her breaths were now deeper and stronger, as the air of her mouth was blowing close to his face. All she received was more grunting and growling and harder thrusting to the point where she felt bruised even as the pleasure spread throughout her pelvis to her breasts and higher even. He pushed her against his arm over and over again, forcing her breath out in gasps her eyes just catching his eyes now and then. When Christine opened them. Their mating started seem more animistic, and rough, for the petite human. Her body was shivering and rocking against his arms, as he was holding her closer. Her hips although the wildness kept moving with his pace.

The horror wriggled and squirmed,as it wanted to coerce more of its cock inside the human girl. The thrusts slowly became deeper and faster. Seemed brutal, unexpected and painful. Her tight insides were protesting vigorously against this rough treatment. Grinding her skin with his own. She stretched wide by the massive, unexpectedly forceful intrusion. Christine sucked in her breath at the pressure that she felt as he stretched her so intimately. Eventually, her insane mix of violation-induced pleasure and pain proved too much for her petite wrecked body and her whole consciousness winded up as her brace herself for her incoming climax. Her eventual spasm was so strong that it caused Damon to lose some of the grip he had on her. Her hands twitch, and the nails pressed more against his skin.​
 
Her wet sounds paired wonderfully with the physical feedback he'd get from her body with each thrust having her within his embrace. His every movement into her had reaped numerous virtually unending reward in the way she received the brutal length into her tight small human cunt. Being inside her made him grunt and grown further as he watches her face, still trying to figure out if she's having any enjoyment in this act or if he was bruising and savaging her for no good reason. After all, he did want to make her cum so hard her brain falls out. It's always a sort of achievement that any man would want. Yet, for Damon, this was a reality he could reliably come upon with most women. At least, women who feel anything but pain when they receive his sex in this hard, fast, pounding fashion.

He couldn't help feeling emotionally close to her. Being inside her, having her accept the embrace and making the sounds she did almost as if to directly improve his own immense ego. It wasn't her fault, though. If she could somehow just not feel having the space between her thighs multiplied significantly, then he imagined she wouldn't be this good at acting sexually affected. And as he continued to ponder just how she was feeling as he stuffed her like the firmest cock burrito wrapper he could imagine, his cock nearly going numb from the way her tight tight pussy lips squished into the sides of his cock, she'd suddenly jerk in place. A sudden buck nearly threatened to throw him off as she was winding right up for what appeared to be a pre-climax.

In response he gave her torso a little room for movement before scooping her up and moving to lay them both on their sides as his cockhead pressed her pussy lips and the fingers of his right hand, the right forearm snaking around her hips, the finger tips pressed and prodded at her clit as he tauntingly gave her pussy lips pressure with his shining gigantic cock head. Her juices on him making his cock slick like a big man-tasting lollipop. His left arm was still around her tightly keeping her locked to him with her bare back as ass against his firm chest and abs. He'd hold her so tight that breathing was just about possible as he'd lick at her neck slowly but repeatedly. He wanted to tease her across the line in hopes of pulling out all of the pent up pressure in an orgasm that -He'd hope would- change her whole fucking world.
 
The red haired female bit her lip, and threw her head back. Each slam inside her was noticeable, adding more sounds in into the moaning. Christine digging her nails into his flesh, as he pulled her hard into himself. Her body seductively rubbing against his, as they both lost themselves in an animistic unity. The room echoed to her screams as she felt his cock vibrate and pulse within her. Her cunt tightened savagely around his impaling cock as she was slammed into oblivion by an orgasm of a ferocity she had never felt before. She felt her heart thump fiercely, and her breath grew ragged, fearfully anticipating his next move.


They thrust against each other, oblivious to the scrapes they suffered on the rough encounter. Christine felt him, when he scooped her up easily. She felt her shivering body still locked between his arm. She would not complain, that she was held so close. Although the sexual act was rough and brutal, the sensual movements and licks were turn on. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, panting for breath. Finally she opened her eyes again and looked at him, her body still clutched in his arms, held tightly to his chest. Her cunt and clit connect as a small orgasm radiated through her body. And few more orgasms followed. She never felt that way before. She felt her chest tighten with a strange feeling, as the massive size felt still too enormous for her human hole. She gave a slight gasp as she lost her breath for a moment, and then quickly realized how wild and far their session was going.

She was almost out of breath and stamina, the way he was keeping trusting into her. Her mind wheeled in many ways, as she found out new secession. Her hair was waving still with each move and her body was following his pace. So much hotness and warmness, made her almost burn. His voice worked like velvet, but it would rise time to time. Sending a shudder down her spine and an eruption of goosebumps across her skin as he touched her clit. She couldn’t stop a moan of unexpected pleasure escape her lips, and soon she gave in to his seduction, tilting her head up slightly and offering him the rest of herself, not even thinking.
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He wasn't inside of her since the point that he had brought her to her side. The bulbous bullying cockhead of his had merely pressed her savagely fucked pussy lips without pushing into her since they had moved. Though, to his delight, her body shook in exactly the way he had been trying to make it do so since they started. Paired with her sounds, her body's movements within his tight embrace were incredibly pleasing. Almost pleasant enough to make up for the fact that he wasn't going to be drenching her womb and walls with the thickest and hottest sperm milkshake imaginable. Perhaps he'd get another chance. But, to make up for fucking her harder, faster and with a more brutal cock than any human male, he decided to soften her up and chase this violent animalistic mating with the most comforting he could give her.

It was his hope that he'd manage to induce a wonderful sense of euphoria by the sudden sharp contrasts in the way he touched her and made love to her. His fingers working her clit, the same arm she previously marked with her finger nails having held her smaller, weaker body to his larger still somehow rested and calm form. Surprisingly she was either lucid enough or she acted on instinct to open herself up to his more sensitive play. And he'd take advantage of that, there was no use in not showing her how fun it can be to be open and vulnerable within his strong arms. Even if it wasn't necessarily representive of the way he'd treat any other beautiful and exciting women or even her new friends. Damon was still independent and he was still the very man that they had much less than kind words to share about.

His tongue ran straight up over her throat before he rolled slightly to be over her. The hand that was servicing her clit had made it's departure to press into the bed above her head as he stood on one hand and his knees over her. His chest still against her as his still perfectly erect shiny slick cock against her thighs. The arm around her loosened as he could lay into her more like a lover as the fronts of their bodies were once again allowed to mingle and his lips pressed to hers a few times for soft soft kisses. And then his lips pressed to the bridge of her nose to her eyebrows as he warmed her with the radiant pure heat of his human form. The firm softness of his muscular body blanketing her as it was so freely available to her eyes and her touch and it made as much contact with her wonderful petite form as possibly without smothering her completely. "Too painful, hmm?"
 
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