Who: Elena and Deucalion When: Recently (November 3rd, evening) Where: Ravenmoore What: Starting at Elena’s place Rating/Warnings: High (for sexual interactions) Status: Complete when posted
Elena, in a moment of bravery, had told Deucalion that she wanted him to take her out on more dates. She’d been half-hidden by a mask at the time, and perhaps that was part of the reason that she’d felt brave enough. Perhaps another part was how he’d said he was fond of her. And after their heavy makeout session in the changing room at the costume store? And how comfortable she’d felt sleeping on his bed? She was a little more comfortable pushing just a bit.
Tonight she was waiting for him to pick her up. She’d dressed up--not quite as sexy as her Halloween costume, but Elena knew how to highlight her assets. She was in a push-up bra, a short skirt, and had curled up her hair into a gentle wave. She thought her best friends Caroline and Bonnie would have approved of the ensemble.
Then she heard footsteps in the hall leading up to her apartment door. --
Even with the chaos of the previous few weeks it was Elena that had been on his mind. The scent of her still lingering in his bed, the memory of their shared kisses, and the feel of her in his arms as they also shared a dance. Oh the Demon Wolf felt a tad silly at times, being so smitten with someone he had only known for a short while...yet even while their relationship was just starting to blossom the would couldn’t deny that he did indeed have feelings for her. A date night suited the Alpha just fine, since it gave him another chance to simply enjoy her company.
However when she opened the door to her apartment for him, and the man’s gaze fell on her at last, that jaw of his dropped just a tad as he drank in the sight of her. “Breathtaking…” It took a moment for the old wolf to regain his composure, and his ability to form a coherent thought, but when he did at last Deucalion flashed her a soft smile. “Hello again, my dear. It is good to see you as always...though I dare say you are a radiant vision tonight.” --
Elena may have blushed a little when he called her breathtaking. But it was nothing compared to how red she went at the words “radiant vision.” she broke into the brightest smiles, and turned around gracefully on the spot so he could see the front, sides, and back of her outfit. “Thank you. Do you like it?”
She reached for her purse-- a little slip of a thing on a thin chain-- and gracefully slid it on to her shoulder.
“Ready to go?” --
Oh the wolf approved immensely, and as she gave that little twirl a low light rumbling growl reverberated from within his chest. Those eyes of his glowed red as well, yet a moment later Deucalion just chuckled as he nodded his head. “It is safe to say that I’m quite the fan, Elena.” That blush of hers did not go unnoticed but the Alpha thought it best not to mention it just now.
When she asked if he was ready to go though the Demon Wolf offered an extended arm and nodded once more. “Of course. I believe we have dinner reservations all set, so we will make it there in plenty of time.” Without saying another word, and doing his best not to stare, the man gestured towards where he had parked his car. “Shall we?” --
Elena might have said something in return about how he always looked good, and she was always a fan of how he looked, but the words sounded pretty stupid in her head. So she simply smiled, curtseyed playfully, and pulled the door closed behind her. “Thank you.”
Once her apartment was locked and the key put away in her purse, Elena wrapped both hands around his strong arm. She gave her Alpha a smile and let him lead the way out of the apartment building and toward the parking lot. “Dinner reservations. Sounds fancy.” --
Just feeling her hands wrap around his arm warranted quite the genuine smile, and as they moved towards the parking lot Deucalion paused when they reached the alley. After taking a quick glance around, ensuring that they were truly alone, the wolf quietly spoke up at last. “Have you had a chance to grab a bite yet, my dear? The food will be good, but I know it doesn’t really sustain you.” Without hesitation he offered over the wrist of his free hand, wanting to provide for her however he could.
“You can drink your fill, without having to worry about hurting me, and when you are sated we can press on.” Had he been human the offered would have been foolish, yet the Demon Wolf healed fast, and he was in no danger of her really hurting him at all. Plus Deucalion knew that she had favored the taste of his blood before. --
Elena flushed deeply, glad they were alone at his offer. She shook her head, one hand lifting to take hold of his. “I’m fine.” She made a point to fill herself up as best she could before she left the house every time. She didn’t want to be caught out hungry beyond control.
The idea that he offered, though… it warmed her from the inside. And she felt a little more confident with the Wolf because she knew he could hold his own. She knew if she lost control, she wouldn’t hurt him. Not too badly. At least, she assumed.
“Maybe later.” She added, giving him a flirtatious smirk. She remembered how his blood made her feel, and there was a part of her that craved it more than anything. --
Oh he could see that hunger in her eyes, and not just for the blood itself, yet when Elena declined the man simply nodded and flashed her a smile. That smirk of hers, and that thought of ‘later’ brought out that glow in his eyes once more. Deucalion could be polite and well mannered more often then not, yet moment like this...with her so close, and smiling at him that way, it stirred up something within the Alpha.
Instead of continuing on to the car the Demon Wolf leaned closer to her; that offered hand now resting so softly on the side of her face as his lips crashed against her own in a desire filled kiss. At last when he started to pull away Deucalion paused to teasingly nip at her lower lip, and that tongue of his flicked against it too. “Very well then, my dear...shall we continue on?” --
Elena had almost forgotten how good it felt to be kissed by Deucalion. Almost. She returned his kiss as best she could, trying not to let hunger overtake her. This was the first time in her life she was dealing with so many different kinds of hunger. He pulled back and she leaned forward just slightly; her lips still pursed and her eyes still closed. A very faint whimper of protest escaped her nose as he spoke.
Dark brown eyes fluttered open to look up into his. “If you insist.” The flirtatious smile came back. As much as she could turn around and drag him back to her apartment, she wanted to go out. To have fun. To pretend to be a normal girl for a couple of hours, on a date with a normal boy. Man. He was--and looked--quite a bit older than she did. It didn’t bother Elena in the slightest, but she was realistic about what other people saw when they looked at the pair of them.
“Yes, let’s go. You promised to wine and dine me, and I’m gonna hold you to that.” --
Oh he could have stayed right there forever; lost in her embrace, savoring the warm of their bodies pressing together, and the taste of her on his tongue...all of it was intoxicating. Yet in the end the Demon Wolf pulled back at last, almost whimpering too. When she teased him again though the Alpha leaned closer, those lips of his brushing so faintly against her ear. However instead of whispering to her the man just nibbled at her ear for a second, even tracing his tongue against it before finally softly speaking up. “Oh I simply wished to keep my word, and wine and dine you, Elena. But do not think for a moment that I don’t crave you.”
At last he smiled and pulled away again, offering that hand and nodding when she spoke up. With a chuckle all his own Deucalion started leading the way towards where his car was waiting for them. --
His words had her blushing furiously. Elena took a moment to revel in how good it felt to be craved. Her heart sped up a little as she took hold of his hand.
Then she climbed into the car and crossed her legs gently in the passenger seat. She pulled the seat belt over and clicked it into place.
“Where are we headed?” --
All thoughts of food and his hunger had vanished while they were kissing, and even now as he led the way to the car it was hard to keep his eyes off of her. Just hearing that pulse of hers quicken had him wanting more, Deucalion managed to reign it in.
After helping her into the passenger side of the car, he got behind the steering wheel and buckled in as well. The question of where was met with a chuckle and the wolf winked at her playfully.
“There is a lovely little french restaurant close by, Elena.” --
Elena nodded. “Sounds perfect.”
For some reason she had a suspicion that this date wasn't going to last long. There was too much pent up between them that needed to be brought to light -- tension that couldn't be released in public. Elena settled in for the drive, reaching a hand over to fiddle with the radio. She found a good song (something top 40, romantic and poppy) and leaned back again.
“Are you taking me somewhere after dinner?” She asked, innocently. --
There within the car things grew more challenging; the tight quarters, the sweet scent of her washing over him in waves, the warmth of her so close that it took everything he had to keep his hands to himself. Even as he gripped the wheel tightly and tried to keep his gaze affixed out the front windshield, just listening to that heartbeat and breathing of hers was enthralling as well. Luckily her efforts to find something on the radio proved a decent distraction, and when Elena raised the question his heart skipped a beat.
The Alpha’s mouth felt so dry just then, and his whole body tensed as the man struggled to find some semblance of coherent thought. Still at last he nodded ever so slightly. “I had uh...I had considering we could head back to the cabin and try a new bottle of wine. Yet if you already had other plans, well I would understand.” The Demon Wolf reached out his hand, going to rest it atop her own, but since he was still keeping his eyes fixed dead ahead that hand of his came to rest on her bare thigh instead. --
Elena was about to respond that she would like to have wine with him very much when she felt his hand come to rest on her bare skin. It was like fire spread through her. The heat and warmth finally came to rest between her legs. She shifted, unfolding her legs.
All rational thought left her head.
One of her hands came down to gently rest on his. Not to tell him to stop, just to make contact with his skin.
“How far did you say it was to the restaurant?” --
Just watching as her legs unfolded for him had a soft little moan spilling free from the wolf’s lips, and feeling her own hand rest upon his, had that already quick pulse now hammering away. For the briefest of moments he actually considered pulling his hand away, but when he heard her question there was no turning back.
With a look of sheer desire upon his face Deucalion’s fingers began to slowly move at last; inching up higher, fingertips caressing her flawless skin, and even slipping up beneath the fabric of her short skirt too. “We...we have time, my dear.”
Unable to resist the urge he waited to see if those lovely legs would be spread for him once more; and when Elena did just that another little moan escaped him. The hardest part, minus his own, was keeping his eyes on the road. Yet the Alpha managed that even as his fingers finally found themselves so gently dancing across her panties...teasing her divine folds through the very fabric. --
“Mmm.” Elena was already feeling a little breathless as his hand moved further up her thigh. Without putting any conscious thought to it, her knees parted and her legs spread for him. Her own hand, resting atop his, slid just a little and her fingertips curled around his wrist, feeling the pulse there. It thumped hard and fast, nearly matching her own hunger and excitement for him.
“Good,” she breathed, eyes falling closed. After Elena’s shower this afternoon, she’d dressed for her date with Deucalion. She’d chosen her clothing items carefully, thinking he might have a chance to see them. Maroon, cotton panties and matching bra under her black dress. The bra and panty set matched, but were more comfortable than sexy. At least they weren’t stained or ripped or anything. They were sexy in an athletic way.
Elena wasn’t really thinking about her panties now. She was thinking of the feel of his fingers against her, the feel of his pulse against her hand. And growing more and more turned on. --
While he couldn’t see those maroon undergarments, Deucalion could feel the soft fabric beneath his touch, and grinned softly as he continued to so gently caress her folds through them. That breathy word was all it took for his hesitation to vanished, and with a low rumbling growl the Alpha’s fingers carefully moved the front of her panties away from what he desired.
At last his touch met her bare flesh, sending a spark of electricity through his very being, and causing the man’s eyes to glow so brightly. With a slow pace his fingertips danced across her folds again, but a moment later she could feel them so lightly and lovingly dancing across a more sensitive spot just a tad higher up.
There were no words to describe how amazing it was; to be the one causing her heart to race like that...to be the one granted access to Elena in such an intimate manner. With desire washing over him the Alpha finally turned his wrist a tad; and a single digit gently eased inside her warm wet embrace, while his thumb took over teasing her other erogenous zone. --
Elena’s free hand curled around the grip on the door, and her fingers went white as she gripped it firmly. Her brow furrowed as she let him slip his fingers inside her underwear, and her hips shifted again allowing him even more room. It was hot and wet and tight inside, growing hotter and wetter with his every movement. It passed through her mind once that it might be a bit dangerous to fool around in the car while it was in motion, but Elena didn’t do anything to stop him or his hand. In fact, she gave his wrist a gentle push closer, a silent request for more pressure.
Because this was good. Really good. Elena could get used to being touched this way. --
Just the feeling of her tight passage was amazing, and for a second the wolf removed his hand from it’s place between her thighs...bringing it up to his mouth where he could lick the taste of her from his finger greedily. That moan of his echoed out across the vehicle, and a moment later that hand of his was back; this time easing two fingers inside her. “You….you taste so good, Elena.” His chest rose and fell quickly as the Alpha became a tad breathless, but those digits of his never faltered at all. Gliding in and out of her heavenly core; tips tracing along her wall to seek out and caress that other lovely little spot inside, even the pace of his thumb upon her clit hastened as well as he sought to draw out a moan from her too. --
Elena whimpered when his hand withdrew, and her eyes opened lazily. She gave a soft chuckle, bringing her hand to cover her face. Then his fingers were inside her and she couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation. It’d been a while since she’d felt anything like this. She wasn’t prone to masturbation, and it had been… well, a long time since she’d been touched by a man.
She would have responded, but his fingers found a spot within her that made her back arch against the seat, the wind stick in her lungs. Her toes curled inside her shoes. “...again,” she breathed, then repeated it over and over with growing urgency, “again, again, again.” --
Those whimpers of hers were music to his ears, and when she gasped the Demon Wolf’s smile just grew even more. Oh the feeling of her arousal coating his fingers, the sweet scent of her flooding his senses, had the man’s body stirring in response as well. Yet when he heard her plea, repeated again and again, there was no way he would cease now. Instead he focused on her once more; those fingertips dancing across her g spot a tad faster than before, and that thumb of his quickly began to circle her clit as he continued to stimulate it too.
Without missing a beat the Alpha suddenly pulled the car over, and after parking it he turned towards her at last, that free hand of his reaching out to cup the side of her face as he leaned over to passionately kiss her. --
This was definitely something that Elena never imagined she would be doing. Getting fingered in the front seat of a moving car? But something about Deuc made her feel safe, wanted, maybe even loved. The physical pleasure was just too good to pass up.
And then she felt the car stop, she sensed him moving closer, she opened her eyes just in time to see him lean in and kiss her. She returned his kiss hungrily, her whole body humming. She was so very wound up it felt like it wouldn’t take much to set her off.
“...D,” she whispered against his lips. It was his name, but shortened. Pronounced “Dee.” Elena hadn’t mean to call him that, it just slipped out. She swallowed. “...do you want to take me home?” --
Stopping the car was just a must; since those cries of hers had pulled all his focus to that gorgeous body, and soft lips of hers. All thoughts of their plans for the evening evaporated the moment their lips crashed together, and when she returned his kiss with one all her own Decualion’s body trembled a tad.
That question gave him pause for a moment; not because the wolf needed to contemplate it, but because his coherency was disappearing as that desire for her steadily rose. At last though he managed to find his voice, and in a low deep tone he spoke up. “Need you...now, Elena.” It was far from eloquent, yet straight and to the point. Those fingers of his never slowed though, and with another quiet growl the Alphas’ free hand moved to cup her breast lightly. --
The growl in his voice, the desire and need, it was absolutely intoxicating. Elena let her eyes close and focused on the feel of his hands, his body against hers. She fumbled a hand around for the button at the side of the seat that reclined it, hopefully giving them a little more room to manuver. But that was all she could do because he was hitting her most sensitive spots again and driving conscious thought out of her mind once more. She wanted him, too, just as much as he wanted her. Her hands lifted, her arms wrapped around him, drawing him in for a kiss.
But it might have been too late. Her muscles were tense and warm, her breath coming in gasps now. Elena felt like there was a static charge in the air. She broke her mouth from his and gasped, seconds away from a climax. Should she hold off? Wait for him? Or let herself go? She had no idea, she couldn’t think straight. She just wanted this to go on forever and ever. --
It wasn’t the most comfortable position leaning over her as she laid back in the reclined passenger side seat, yet passion and nearly overwhelming desire quickly outweighed comfort by miles. Of course the driver side seat belt would have to be replaced, since the wolf he ripped it free in his haste to draw nearer, but even that didn’t matter at all in the scheme of things. All that did matter was her; being able to touch her, to feel how eagerly her body responded as his fingers sought to drive her absolutely wild. When her arms moved around him and drew Deucalion into another kiss his body yielded to her instantly; and as his mouth claimed her own his other hand slipped beneath the fabric of her top and bra to finally massage her supple breast at last.
When the need to breathe finally caused their lips to part just a little those piercing red eyes of his drank in the sight of her, while he breathlessly whispered to Elena too. “No need to hold back, luv...I want you...need you...to moan for me.” All that growing tension between them; the tentative glances, the brief touches and kisses before tonight, the scent of her on his pillow, all of if had the Alpha craving her. --
Once she was given permission, it was almost as if Elena finished on cue. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, giving in to the sensations that were running through her. She inhaled sharply, then held the breath for a moment, giving a tiny whimper. It didn’t take much--just another moment of his fingers pumping in and out, his hand around her breast, his breath hot on her face. Her every muscle went tense and hot, and then release washed over her. As she felt the climax work its way through her, she moaned. It was incoherent, a jumble of sounds, and felt so very good to vocalize her feelings. It was the first time she’d ever orgasmed in a car. And it felt so good. --
His nimble fingers never faltered, easing her through her orgasm and helping it linger just a bit longer. When Deucalion felt her fluttering and tightening around his digits that growl of desire returned once again. With great care even his thumb slowed it’s ministrations against the sensitive clit, but did not cease completely. Oh he longed to pause, to take a taste of her arousal since the sweet scent of her had his body burning, but instead the Alpha just focused on Elena, seeking to drag out a second orgasm. Those lips of his moved back to her neck, blunted teeth so faintly nibbling along her skin as that wicked tongue of his flicked away as well. Even that hand upon her breast eagerly joined the fun, that thumb dancing across her nipple; teasing it with every little brush. --
Elena could scarcely breathe. Her head tipped to the side, allowing him access to her next as she came down from that amazing climax. But he wasn’t finished. He kept moving against her, the heat and tension starting to build again. Her leg shifted, tensed, her body filling with heat and light. She whimpered softly, the pleasure beginning to grow again. “...Deuc…” she whispered. One of her hands lifted to tangle fingertips in his hair, running nails along his scalp gently. “...oh. my. god.”
And then the pleasure was too much for her again. Rapidly, and not quite as powerful as the last one, she felt a climax building. It took over a moment later, taking her almost by surprise as her body shuddered with her second ever car-orgasm. --
Deucalion’s whole world rested between those lovely thighs, and hearing her cry of ecstasy just set his heart racing faster than before. The way Elena’s nails moved through his hair had the Alpha’s primal side screaming to be set free, yet the Demon Wolf pushed it down once more as he felt and saw her rapidly approaching the exquisite brink again. As she climax for the second time the man grinned so brightly; even those eyes of his alight with such awe and wonder as he witnessed her release.
At last the wolf so gently eased his fingers out of those glistening divine folds, and without delay he brought them to his own lips again. The taste of her upon his tongue was like ambrosia from the gods of old, and he shamelessly moaned aloud as he savored every drop of her. After offering her breast one final playful squeeze Deucalion’s hand slipped from of her top and bra. The need to kiss her burned through his so fiercely that his lips were on hers again; crashing against them with carnal wild passion; claiming those soft lips of hers for himself, and letting her taste herself as well. --
Both of Elena’s hands were now tangled in his hair, her kiss lazy and lethargic after two incredible climaxes. She broke her mouth from his to breathe, feeling her body turning into jello. Finally she pulled her lips from his and lazily looked up into his eyes with her big, brown ones. She was smiling warmly. Happily. Almost drunk off the fooling around, the orgasms, the being close to him.
“Well, hello,” she teased. --
A soft and warm chuckle escaped him when she gazed up at him and said hello. And without missing a beat Deucalion teasingly winked at her and spoke up as well. “Hello to you as well, my dear.” Those eyes of hers were so enthralling, as was that smile of hers too, that the Alpha silently thanked his lucky stars for having had his sight restored. Leaning down again, those lips felt at her ear once more, the man quietly whispered to Elena...while that smile of his shined so brightly. “I dare say this was a first for me, yet one that I shall never forget, Elena.” --
“A first for you?” Elena asked, lazily trailing both hands down the sides of his neck to his shoulders. It couldn’t possibly be a first… well, y’know. He had a child. And he was… well, how old? She wasn’t even sure. He must have been well versed in the ways of women. He was able to give her two climaxes without really even breaking a sweat. He must have meant something else entirely, and she was curious as to what it was.
She broke into a grin, resting her cheek against the side of his face. “You’re not the only one who will never forget it.” --
A little nod of his head was the man’s only initial response; since he found himself losing focus was her hands were felt caressing his neck and shoulders. Still a moment later, through heavy laden eyelids Deucalion spoke up again. “Indeed. I’ve never...well in a car...it was quite an amazing sight, Elena.” Oh there was no denying how amazing it all had been, and his body had stirred to the point where his tailored slacks could no longer technically be called slacks at all. Still it was the taste of her that he longed for again, and image of her moaning too that would always bring a smile to his face.
As she rested her cheek against his own the Alpha sighed contentedly, savoring the scent of her hair and the warmth of her skin against his own. “Well I am glad to have elicited such delightful thoughts, and such sweet sounds from you, my dear.” --
In a car. She’d never in a car, either. They could do other things in a car, she thought as she kissed the side of his face. But things might be more fun in a bed. Her lazy mind was thinking how amazing it would be to fall asleep in his arms. To wake up in them, too. To lay naked and entwined with him… and she flushed again with those thoughts.
Elena gave a little chuckle. “Well, you’re allowed to make me make such sounds any day of the week,” she teased. “Do you… I mean, do you want me to… reciprocate?” It was a little awkward in the car, but they could switch spots. --
Oh he had dreamed about her every night since they had their little tango in that dressing room, and the thought of waking up beside her every morning was a prospect that the wolf had relished too. When she spoke up his eyes lit up once more, and a devilish grin took hold. “Oh I am allowed that right now? I think I shall most assuredly take full advantage of it quite often, Elena.” The offer to reciprocate caught the Alpha off guard, and the usually stoic and well spoken made seemed at a loss for words...though a dark blush was seen on his face as he finally nodded a little.
“I...yes...that would...yes, Elena.” --
“Good.” She replied. The idea that he was going to be fulfilling her needs? She was very pleased. Elena almost laughed--almost laughed at herself for being so awkward, almost laughed at him for being a little on the eager side. They were both acting like this was their first time in these waters, and yet… they absolutely weren’t. Why was it so weird? A laugh would have eased some of the awkwardness in the car, but she would never want him thinking she was laughing at him.
She gave his shoulder a little push, meaning to switch places with him. He could sit down in his seat, and she could take her turn to hover over him. “Lay back.” --
For him it wasn’t so much a matter of feeling awkward, as it was his English side and that polite nature of his being at war with his primal need for her. In the end though, after having lent a hand in her repeatedly delicious releases, the wolf was winning out over the well mannered side. When she gave him that little push Deucalion shifted back to his own seat, even leaning it back a bit too, yet the whole time his gaze never left her. When he was finally ready at last the Alpha reached out, fingers brushing lightly against her bare arm as he found his pulse racing anew. --
Elena wasn’t the best at this kind of thing. Though she had some experience, when it came to pleasing men, she’d really had it easy. She and Matt were so young, they didn’t know what to do with each other. And then Stefan completely rocked her world… but made it super easy to please him in return.
Without thinking too much about Matt or Stefan or Damon or any of that, Elena shifted, sat up, leaned over Deucalion, then leaned in for a kiss to his lips. Just a gentle, soft, simple tap of her lips against his. Her hand was trailing down his chest toward his slacks-that-weren’t-slacks, letting her touch move slowly over every inch. Tantalizing.
Then her fingertips tucked inside the waistband of his pants. She kissed him again, a little more firmly this time. --
That tiny little kiss earned her something between a chuckle and giggle, and his smile broadened as that hand of hers was felt against his shirt. Oh that heat radiating from his body was warmer than a human’s; both because the wolf tended to run a bit hotter them most, but also because she simply had that effect on him too. The truly challenging part of it all was keeping his hands to himself; when all Deucalion wanted to do was pull her close and ravish those lips of hers, and her radiant body too.
Still aside from lovingly caressing her arm the Alpha managed to keep himself mostly still. When those delicate fingers of hers slipped beneath his waistband a soft moan was heard...and it was her name being uttered like a prayer. --
Well, the moan and her name were encouraging. Elena grew bold, bringing her other hand around to unclasp his trousers. Then she slipped one hand inside to search for him. He wasn’t hard to find.
Her heart was thundering as her hand slipped under his clothes, flesh against flesh, and her fingers found him. Her mouth seeked his lips, then his jaw, then his neck as nimble, warm, soft fingertips wrapped around his length and started to gently pump there. --
Time seemed to slow for a moment, all his senses except for touch blurring, as Deucalion felt her delicate and warm fingers embrace that hard manhood of his. Through glazed over eyes he looked up at her, nearly breathless and absolutely enthralled as Elena’s mouth sought his out. Never before had he tilted his head for anyone; since to a wolf it was a sign of yielding, but in that moment; as her lips moved to his neck the Alpha did just that to allow her easier access.
The fact that she was a vampire never once entered his mind, nor was there any fear or concern over being defenseless around her. No, he was hers; the wolf trusted her completely, and longed for her wholly. It had been neigh two decades since he felt the touch of another...but here and now Deucalion was glad that Elena was the one. --
He had satiated her so completely that she was just a little clumsy. The enthusiasm was there, challenged only by her complete and utter relaxation. Her hand moved against him, tightening and loosening her grip, speeding up and slowing down, turning around and around as she pumped.
Elena's mouth latched onto his neck, kissing and suckling. Her tongue flicked against his skin. She wanted nothing more than to take a taste, but she didn't dare sink her teeth in. --
A low rumbling moan echoed out as that hand of hers stroked and worked his heated length with such care. Every time she tightened down on her grip his eyes rolled back a tad, and the way that tempo kept changing up had the Alpha’s chest rising and falling rapidly too. Already he could feel that pressure slowly starting to build, and with a lust drunk expression his voice shakily spoke up. “My dear...would you mind using a touch of spit on your hand, just something to…” His blush darkened as he realized what he was saying, yet in the throes of it all, well all trace of shyness flew out the window. “To add a touch of lubrication?”
With a grin his hand rose up from her arm for a moment, claws appearing on his fingers, and when she pulled back from his neck for second a single claw raked along the spot she had just been licking...drawing a bit of his blood for her to enjoy. --
Elena chuckled against his skin. Lubrication! Of course. She was out of practice. The way he asked was wonderful and awkward and even romantic at the same time. She pulled her face from his neck and pulled her hand from his face to wet her palm with her saliva. The she slid it back into his pants.
The sudden, overpowering scent of blood made her attention snap back to his neck. Her eyes rimmed red, her fangs flashed, and she dove in. The power of his blood hit her suddenly and forcefully. She wanted more.
Fighting with her urges, she continued pumping her hand against him while very carefully licking the blood away from his neck. --
A soft sigh of pleasure was heard from the Demon Wolf as that slicked hand of hers returned to his manhood, and when her fangs and tongue were felt upon his neck the Alpha grinned again. She wasn’t monstrous in his eyes at all; Elena had seen the monster within him, and still had come to have such affection for Deucalion. So he in turn fully embraced what she was, and loved being able to fulfill hers need; both for intimacy, and that other hunger as well.
Had he been human the man might have been concerned, but the wolf was a pack onto himself; stronger than a normal Alpha, and able to heal rapidly too. So as she lapped and licked away at his blood Deucalion just moaned anew, and his hips bucked slightly against that hand of hers as it pumped along his shaft.
“Drink your fill, my dear...want you...need you to be sated in all things.” That hand of his moved once again, this time so lightly raking his claws along her inner thigh as the Alpha’s eyes grew heavy once more. --
Oh dear. Elena was afraid to lose control, afraid to let loose. She so wanted to, but right now she wanted him to enjoy himself. Her focus was on pleasing him, not getting her fill.
“Mmmm,” she whispered against his skin, blood on her lips now. “You taste so good.” All the while her hand continued moving against him, twisting and gently squeezing. She could feel him enjoying himself, and wanted to give him more. --
He had no fear of her losing control, nor did he try to stop her from lapping away at the blood either. If anything the Alpha liked that she craved him, and that he could give her that too. When she whispered those sultry words against his neck a groan of delight was heard, and those claws of his teased their way up a tad higher until they slipped beneath that skirt.
Oh her hand was driving him wild, and Elena’s name was heard once again amidst a little moan. Already she could feel him throbbing in her grip and a trace of his pre spilled from the tip of his sensitive head. “So do you, Elena...love the taste of you on my tongue.” As the Demon Wolf said those words his fingertips brushed so gently across her panties again. --
Elena picked up speed with her hand, feeling he was adding some of his own lubrication to the whole experience. She felt her face break into more red veins, the hunger hitting her even harder. She fought it for one more moment, before giving in and allowing herself to sink her teeth into his neck. Blood filled her mouth, her eyes fell closed, and she drank. --
The Alpha had never experienced being bitten like this before, and just feeling her need for him, for his potent powerful blood, was certainly quite arousing. Of course that hand of hers was already aiding in his arousal too, and all he could do was moan soft once again as the claws disappeared and his fingers finally slipped past the fabric of her panties...gliding inside that warm wet embrace of hers. It was hard to think when every sensation left him nearly trembling, yet when Elena had taken her fill the Demon Wolf shifted a bit again. With bated breath he paused to gaze at her, those eyes of his taking in the beauty of her vampiric visage, and even the crimson blood on her lips did nothing to diminish his desire for her...if anything it only added to it.
“Wait, Elena...please...I need to taste you too, luv…” That lust in his glowing eyes burned brightly and the man reclined his seat completely. When he was laying back fully those finger of his withdrew once more, this time both hands gently moved to her slender waist; and with inhuman strength he carefully lifted her up a bit and moved Elena closer. It took a moment to position her, but at last his face was nestled between her flawless thighs. That skirt of hers hiked up just enough, panties pulled to the side, and that tongue of his lapping away at her glistening folds. The Alpha’s strong hands easily keeping her weight supported as Elena found herself facing the windshield; allowing her hand access to him once again. The tip of his tongue teased those heavenly folds and clit with such need, lips humming with a muffled moan as he devoured her so completely. --
This was a first. Nothing Elena had ever experienced had prepared her for this. She let him lift her, using her arms as counter balance. It was a little awkward at first, but then… then she opened his pants to take his length into her mouth while he pleasured her. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on the seat beside his thigh, she bobbed her head up and down slowly, her tongue sliding along his length, sucking gently but firmly, doing all the things she knew a man would like. She hoped he would like. All she wanted was to please him. He made her feel so good, she wanted to return the favor. --
In all honesty Deucalion had only expected to feel Elena’s nimble slender fingers around his throbbing shaft once more, yet when those soft lips of hers were felt instead the Alpha moaned so lewdly again, causing his own lips to vibrate against her glistening folds. Oh there was no denying how much he liked it; those sounds of his and his racing heart both proof of her handiwork. Still as her head bobbed, and that wicked tongue of hers treated him to a whole new level of sheer unadulterated ecstasy, his own tongue slipped within her to lap and swirl away with haste and need. --
It was good--so very good--but Elena had already been spent. Her focus was on him and his pleasure now. Whatever he wanted was what he was going to get. She shifted her angle and increased her pressure, finding that this not only felt good, but was fun, too. Most of the sexual experiences she’d ever had were in beds. This sex in a car thing? Awkward, but fun. She wasn’t sure she wanted a repeat of it.
She could feel him shifting and tensing underneath her, and knew she was doing something right. Hopefully many things right. She lifted with her hand on the seat beside him, and used her now free hand to reach into his pants and massage parts of him her lips and tongue couldn’t reach. --
The wolf was lost in the heat of it all; basking in the warmth of her body, that tongue of his seeking to lap up every drop of her amazing arousal, and even as his lips and chin glistened with her juices Deucalion loved every second of it. Coherency flew out the window once again as Elena picked up the pace, and that added pressure was driving him wild. When her hand was felt caressing and massaging him, in addition to that perfect warm wet mouth of hers, all hope of holding back had fallen away.
With a genuine whimper his hips back upwards just a tad, that pressure having grown overwhelming thanks to her amazing efforts. At last she could feel that throbbing length of his pulse against her tongue, and as his body shivered rope after rope of his seed spilled forth at last. Eighteen years it had been since his last release, yet even that paled in comparison to the pleasure she drew out of him, and as his orgasm rose higher and higher all he could do was moan and lick away at her divine core. --
Elena wasn’t really sure what she’d been expecting. It wasn’t this. She felt him tense and release into her mouth, making quite the mess. She wasn’t able to keep it all in, wasn’t able to swallow it all down--though she tried her best. Elena’s head pulled back once he was finished, leaving a mess behind her. But hey, it was his mess. Then she climbed over into the passenger seat again with exquisite grace and composure, unable to stop grinning. She’d done that. She’d done that for him.
She had to adjust herself in her seat. Now her panties were pretty much soaked through. She wanted to get home and… possibly take a second shower for the day. Or a long nap. Or both? One then the other.
“Are you all right?” She asked, reaching one hand over to trail up and down his arm. --
That haze of orgasmic bliss settled in over his mind, and when Elena gracefully shifted back to the passenger side seat Deucalion earnestly failed to notice for a moment. His eyes finally opened again though as he heard her speak up, and as her hand brushed along his arm a genuine little mewling/purring sound was heard for a second...from the man called the Demon Wolf. With a soft yet growing smile he nodded a tad, focusing on calming his breathing and pulse, before his quietly spoken words were heard. “I dare say my calligraphy skills likely diminished over the years when I was blind, but do not be surprised if you find a freshly penned sonnet and thank you note in your mailbox.”
A little chuckle escaped him as the man playfully winked at her, and at last he finally moved to readjust his seat so he could sit up. That mess was impressive; both on his slacks, and her arousal still on his chin too. Yet the wolf seemed to not pay it any mind at all. Instead Deucalion merely licked the taste of her from his lips, humming softly to himself at that exquisite taste, before pulling a handkerchief from his jacket pocket. “You truly are breathtaking, my dear Elena, and when I regain the feeling in my legs I shall propose another round. Till then perhaps we could skip the restaurant and retire to your place?” --
Elena gave a little laugh. It was tired and happy and lazy. She leaned her head back against the headrest and turned to look over at him, her hand still on his arm. “Writing poetry about me? Really? I can’t imagine I’ve truly earned that.” Not yet, anyway. She was pleased. Tickled, even. Everything about the evening had been warm and pleasant.
When he sat up, she did the same. The seat came upright and she pulled her seatbelt on. Elena was pretty pleased at the suggestion to go back to her place, too. “I got all dressed up,” she teased, though it was obvious by her actions that she wanted to go home. Put on some pajamas. Cuddle up in front of the television.
“We can order pizza, if you’re still hungry.” --
Oh that laugh of hers was music to his ears, though he could readily hear the tiredness in it too. At her mention of poetry Deucalion just blushed slightly, before smiling and nodding a bit. “Oh I pale in comparison to the truly great poets, yet with you as my muse I suppose it would not be hard to pen a few eloquent lines. That beauty of yours could certainly sway even the hardest of hearts, and your smile if akin to a picturesque sunrise when it comes to the warmth felt...even those eyes of yours, Elena...well I still see that starry night and the radiant splendor of the heavens when I gaze into your gorgeous eyes.”
Her teasing words drew out a new blush, and a genuine giggle too. But it was the talk of pizza that had his stomach growling a tad. “Pizza and the chance to spend a bit more time in your splendid company...how could any man refuse such an offer!” With a chuckle the Alpha started the car up once again, and soon the two were headed back to her place for the night. --