They sat quietly, looking into each other's eyes for several seconds, basking in the burgeoning love that each had for the other. Elena stood up straight and looked over at the table, and then back at Damien."You want me up on that table, don't you? I am to serve myself up so you can ravish me with that wonderful tongue of yours?"He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his teeth, smacking his chops. She giggled and blushed."Very well, then. I offer myself up to you. But, I want to watch."With that, she walked over and picked up the blanket, folded it and placed it on top of the table. Next, she picked up her sleeping bag and put it on the table, leaving it rolled up so she could use it to recline against. She turned, put her butt on the table and scooted back a little. Lounging back she looked at Damien and raised an eyebrow."Eat me, fuzzy-face"Damien had watched her every move as she put the blanket on the table and then the sleeping bag. When she had scooted up onto the ta
The moisture coming from her lips was dripping down the crack of her butt, pooling on the table beneath her. He breathed in her musky scent, letting it soak into his nostrils. Damien ran his tongue up the side of her thigh, right at the junction of her mons. He could taste the sweat that had collected there.He opened his mouth and grabbed her left thigh between his jaws, just putting light pressure into her flesh; and then he proceeded to graze her flesh with his teeth as he closed his mouth. Her moans were getting louder and her whole body shuddered. He did the same thing to her right thigh. Just as his teeth left little red streaks on her pale flesh, he pulled back and pushed his tongue along her thigh. This time the moan that came out of her mouth had just a hint of frustration in it."Get on with it, lover! Stop teasing me and LICK ME!"He looked up at her face and saw nothing but raw lust.He pushed up on his front legs, using his tail for balance, and placed his front paws on t
There it was, huge, red and bobbing up and down with his heartbeat. She was still frightened by its size, but she willed herself to really look at it this time. It was dripping a clear fluid and leaving a puddle on the floor. He started to retract it; but she looked at him, and shook her head."No, that's okay. I want to look at it."Damien let the muscles relax and it slid back out of the sheath completely. She walked over to his side and knelt down. Lowering herself so that she was sitting on her feet, she reached out to touch it, but stopped just before doing so. She looked up at him,"Can I touch it? It won't hurt if I do, right?"He didn't know which question to answer first; finally he decided to show her his answer.Damien flexed his stomach muscles and flipped it right into her hand. She jumped, but hung on to it. The first thing she thought when she grabbed it was how hot it was to the touch, much warmer than she expected. His cock filled her hand past the point where her fi
Elena opened her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to one of her fingers. She rolled the fluid around on her tongue and then swallowed. She noted that, yes; it was salty and slightly bitter, but not as bad as she had feared. It didn't really have any flavor, more of a texture than a taste. It was slick, but not nearly as thick as her previous lovers'. She looked up at him and noticed he was watching her intently. Meeting his gaze she brought her hand up to her mouth and began to lick her fingers clean. He snorted and rumbled in contentment.When she had cleaned both hands off with her tongue, she looked down at the rest of it all over her and smiled. She peeked up at him,"I need a bath."She stood up and walked over to her pack, pulled out her cooking pot and filled it with water. She took it over to the fireplace and using the poker, shifted some coals around and set the pot into them. While she was waiting for the water to heat up, she walked back over to him."Do you always
"I love you so much, fuzzy-face. Thank you, I needed that."He rumbled his pleasure at her using the nickname for him. They both turned at the sound of someone shouting outside."Anybody in there? Is everybody all right? Do you need any help?"They turned and looked at each other and sighed at the same time."Let's get this over with and hopefully we can get back to doing what we want to do."She walked with her arm over his shoulders and stepped up to the door. When they got to the doorway and looked out in the fading light, they saw a tall man in a green uniform looking around the side of the cabin. When he heard them step up to the door, he turned and looked at them."JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!"He fell on his ass trying to back away from the porch. They looked at him and then each other and then back at the park ranger. She busted out laughing and she could feel through the rumble under her arm and her ribcage that Dagomarus was laughing too. The ranger looked at the two of them stan
One second she was standing alone looking out into the dark; the next she had three hundred pounds of gray wolf huffing in her face. She jumped."Jesus! How do you do that?"He didn't bother to try and answer her; he grabbed her jacket and pulled her forward. He let go so she wouldn't fall, and leaped off the porch and landed ten feet away. He looked back at her and grunted."That bad, huh?"She picked up the pack and started down the steps. He grabbed the pack from her hands, squeezing it between his huge jaws. He squatted down and looked over at her, then waved his head, motioning for her to come over to him."What?"He lowered himself to the ground and looked at her again, this time his eyes pleading with her to understand. She did."You want me to ride on your back? Won't I be too heavy?"He rolled his eyes and grunted."All right, I'll climb on."She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed her legs together holding onto his ribcage."Okay?"He didn't answer.Damien took of
When Elena saw a flash of gray appear in the headlights several yards up in front of her, she knew she didn't have to worry about it anymore, so she sped up. She made it to Canyon Rd. without any further interruptions; turning left she headed for Highway 77 and home. She kept a lookout for the other truck, but they must have turned down a different road. She didn't see any headlights or taillights in either direction. The rolling hills kept the sighting distances short, but at night it was always easy to see the twin beams of headlights as they approached the top of a hill. At one point, she looked in her right side view mirror and found that she had a passenger. There was Damien in the back of her pickup with his head sticking out over the side, tongue flapping in the wind grinning ear to ear.She made it to Choteau with no other problems. She noticed Damien wasn't letting his tongue flap in the wind anymore. He had laid flat in the bed of her truck so that any casual inspection of
"Yeah, I'll have to dip into the savings account and buy a bigger bed. I'll do that tomorrow during my lunch break at work."He turned to her when she said the last and raised an eyebrow."Yep, I have to work for a living, fuzzy-face. Somehow, I don't think anybody in town would hire you."He shook his head. This was very different. Women working at jobs? Somehow he just couldn't picture her slaving over a stove or up in front of a classroom. Those were the only things women had been allowed to do the last time he had been around civilization. He looked up at her, giving her that quizzical expression again."I work at the local newspaper, the Acantha."That seemed to satisfy his curiosity for the moment. She watched as he walked back down the hallway and entered the living room. Seeing the large fluffy couch, he walked over to it and plopped himself down. Stretching out his entire length, his nose hung off one end and his tail the other. She walked in behind him just in time to see hi