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

[Christine]

The extreme tension and the burning aches into her inner walls that had kept her up for straight melted into nothing. The shuttle and shiver, that her petite body went through was now at rest. With the adrenaline she had been firing her brain, the confusion the last, and even the pain, had her go through multi emotions she had never felt. Her body was unwinding now and her brain almost shutting down. The emergency had passed. He was now making up to her for having go through that rough and brutal encounter, she would never had felt with any other human. It took her mind few long moments to understand he had paused his actions, and was comforting her. With an ease that the world craved to grasp, but never seems to capture. Her mind kept spinning and swirling around, chaos leaking from its pores. Blind, wandering the earth searching, mostly yearning, and starving for the action that this male had already achieved to put her through.

Yet, now a most easier and softer touch was causing her a strange euphoria under her legs. Her clit tangled between his finger, giving her more than she would bargain. Everything seemed slowly to calm down. Her body, her breath, even her mind. Lost in the rhythmic percussion of waves of rubs and strokes against her clit. It was confusing enough, from her own side that she opened more herself to him. Christine moved closer so that he felt her presence, yet stayed quiet, allowing him to stay lost in the moment a while longer. Her gasps had a husky drawl and every move or turn her body took was in slow motion compared to her previous moves. The idea of hurrying, was long lost. This was not like any other of her encounters. She wanted to live it through as long as possible. Was it right, or wrong! She could not yet say. Surely it was exciting and very lustful. Then again it had her show her vulnerable side, and freely open it to him.

The tension of earlier was gone as she felt his tongue against her neck. Her face different than earlier, more relaxed and softened. She leaned against the bed as he rolled lightly over her. Her azure blue eyes were wide open gazing at him. She softly breathed in and out, sensing his chest against hers. She allowed her arms to be lifted upon her head and rest there. She let her limbs fall loose, head tilting backward, while more kisses started to form. Her lips pressed against his, she answered him back by kissing him. Her eyes still pinned all over his. Softly, she could feel his body softly covering her human from. It felt warm and overwhelming, Just being there brought her mind into sweet surrender, at one with nature, vibrant yet relaxed. She would not lie at his question. She nodded her head "Yet, not only painful!" she whispered under her breath. It was a mix of feelings like pain and pleasure, some how connected. "Too troublesome for you?" she fire a question back, laying still under him. Her eyes pinned over his.​

 

[Viktoff Samson]

Deep inside Damon's mind was another question about this defiant rebel of a fiery mane human woman. She had a spirit bigger than her body, with a bark orders of magnitude more severe than her bite ever could be. With looks like her own, and every sign pointing to Damon declaring that he was very bad for her, why would that draw her to him? Why was she laying still beneath him now with her eyes on him without fear? Surely even humans could feel the raw evil that crept within Damon. Did it mystify her? The way his clever words and enticing, haunting voice could dissuade her rational and legitimate fears... Did it lure her in ever further? Just what did Damon do so right or wrong to have had this opportunity to fuck her like no other man could? The negatives and the positives.

"I don't mind the troubles your little body presents. We aren't meant to breed, after all. We tried our darnedest. I'm more than happy about that." He wasn't going to lie and say he was more than satisfied not climaxing, of course he'd wished she'd get him off or that he'd fuck her longer until he had finished inside her. What self respecting wolf man with a giant cock and the need to breed wouldn't desire that outcome? Sadly, it wasn't possible for her to conceive and if he stopped holding back and went all out to shoot her belly full of a big steamy sticky load it wasn't likely that there'd be a Christine left. Just bringing her to climax clearly caused her lots of pain. While Damon wasn't known for a propensity of interest or concern for others, even he knew he'd cause her too much harm to get there.

"Even still, how is my little lover holding up? Hmm?" He mused with his lips upwardly curled and his nose brushing beside her own. "Are you about to drift off into sleep? Would you have me play with you more?" He posed two questions without presenting them as mutually exclusive or as if they were part of a dichotomy. And while he looked deeply into her eyes while he cared for her body, his voice sounding softer and full of intrigue, it certainly wasn't implied that he'd heed any of her whims or wishes if he didn't want to. He was being comparably kind and caring, yes. But, if she were to complain about a lack of space or being to warm, there wasn't any reason to believe he'd hop off of her. Especially since he was clearly enjoying her body against his own.

 

[Christine]

Reason, had nothing to do with what had occurred that night. If Christine, would seek for a logical explanation in the morning. Why she allowed herself to be part of such a mating? She would hit a wall. She could named many many reasons, but none of it would make sense. Indeed she was drawn to Damon. Her mind, her will was dwelling her deeper against that wild darkness of his. Was it only his doing, surely it would be lie to admit that. Of course, he had lured her deeper. Yet, it was Christine choice to follow. His clever words, his strong will, his pride, even his wicked self. She found it alluring. Simply magic, and confusing. Like a neverland she had stepped in. Maybe filled with traps and evil, but interesting nonetheless. Should she deny herself to access such a land? Absolutely, yes. Should she run as fast as she could? Totally, yes! Would she though do it? No, never! She was too curious, and too overwhelmed by Damon. It would take more to scare her off.

Christine listened at him, admitting that he was more than happy. But was that enough. She had allowed and Alpha inside her bedroom, on her bed. She already had a small dose of what he was capable of doing. Yet, 'tried our darnedest.' It more sounded as an insult. Indeed she was never the best lover. Neither had she much experience in bed. But at least, her partners until now managed to climax. But, she never offered that satisfaction to Damon. And Honestly, she was not sure if her her human body ever could. But would they just give up. And go to sleep. Ah, sleep and rest sounded like an good idea. But she was not fully weary yet. One thing she waited, was that Damon would not be concern about her well-being. But he was surely he was modest, and was concern enough to pause the right time. For what ever reason, he did not go through their encounter, even if he could. She had to admit that.

Her nose softly nuzzled against his, as she gazed at him and listen to his words. "Although, Sleep sounded like a clever idea. We can delay that!" she said as her body remained close to his. Her legs spread and her arms still resting above her head. "You could play a little longer. We could play!" she whispered softly kissing the outline of his nose down his lip. "After all you never climaxed. Shouldn't our encounter at least offer that!" she winked at him as she lifted her arms and wrapped them around him. "what would you say! If we give it one more try!" she suddenly said with out overthinking it. Was she really crazy, or was her brain not function. Either way, her words were clear and calm. As she pressed her lips against his.​