Fit to be Tied [Moonie] [M]

[Zane]

She had been about to voice her complaint, how this strange thing jabbing her in the gut had woken her up. But then he grabbed her ass. She inhaled sharply as he pulled her closer, mewling as she suddenly realized what it was that was back again to jabbing her in the lower abdomen. she tried to form words to explain as her face burned a very hot red, but beyond small and quiet unintelligible noises, no sound came from her lips.

There was only one course of action. Bury her face deeply into his chest and never, ever come back up. And that's exactly what she did.

[Zero]

It was impossible for Raff not to laugh softly. Altira was extremely cute when she was blushing and flustered. His blue eyes were flashing playfully now that he was more fully awake and his little mate had buried her face against his chest in embarrassment. 

"You make the cutest noises."  Raff was still chuckling as he moved to kiss the top of her head, her hair tickled his lips and her scent filled his nose like an aphrodisiac. His voice dropped once again into a husky murmur. "That's all yours, you know. You're welcome to touch me as much as you want, Altira. I like it when you do."

Raff knew that she had been a virgin; his sweet little mate was so very innocent. It would be a great deal of fun for him to teach her all about things her body could feel that she had never known before. "We're mates, Altira. You don't have to be shy about what you like or want. If it helps, think of me as your husband."

[Zane]

Was it the memories of the last night that caused a warmth to begin to spread from her core, or what is because of his touch and his words? Was it her desire or her curiosity that drove her to action? She couldn't say. What she could say was that Raff was right, her shyness and shame were both responses of a human upbringing. She was around werewolves, they had no place here. At least, that is what she would tell herself.

She pushed away from him and squirmed out of his grip, rolling off the bed and landing on her feet very quietly. It was graceful, almost cat-like. She held her hand up to him, a very obvious sign for him to stay. She crept to the door, and very quietly peered out into the main room. No Talia. She very quietly close the door. She then turned back to Raff. As much as she tried not to be, she was blushing, and not able to make eye contact with him. But with a determined look on her face, she slid the borrowed pants off. It wasn't hard really, there were too big for her anyway, they very eagerly fell to the floor, she thought. The oversized shirt still covered the most of her, from her upper thighs down were exposed and lovely. On the sides of her thighs were some really dark bruises, from their first encounter.

After a moment of standing there, building up the courage, the slowly crossed her arms across herself and snagged the sides of the shirt. Her blush deepened as she slowly pulled up, baring herself before him. Her chest was also a mass of bruises, from the branch that had plucked her from her saddle at a very high speed. Her back was likely also just one massive bruise, though neither of them could see it at the moment.

Still unable to look at him, she spoke just above a whisper, "Your turn."

[Zero]

A soft growl rumbled in Raff's chest in protest as Altira wiggled out of his grasp and out of bed, but he didn't try to stop her from getting up. Her raised hand did stop him from rising from the bed, but his blue eyes followed her, an intense, hungry, almost predatory gaze.

At first he wasn't entirely sure what she was doing, but Raff couldn't help but smirk when he realized she was trying to give a measure of privacy to the room. His mother wouldn't disturb them, but he thought better of bringing up the fact that no matter what Altria did, his mother was probably going to know exactly what they were doing. Yes, best not to point that out. Especially with the way his little mate was blushing as she turned around even with the door closed and her illusion of secretiveness.

Raff's breath hitched lightly as she let his pants slide off her hips and down her long, slender legs. Something about her innocent hesitation was incredibly sexy. Although he wished at the same time that she would look at him. Her eyes were gorgeous, and he felt that he hadn't gotten to look into them directly enough. Hopefully that shyness would pass as she became more used to him.

It took longer than he would have liked for her to lift the shirt, but at the same time, Raff forced himself to be patient and let her do it at her own pace. After all, he had gotten to set the pace of everything the night before whether Altira had liked it or not.

Another growl came from him as her body was exposed. Altira had a very lovely figure. It wasn't overly curvaceous, but it was a very healthy, and incredibly sexy, body. What caused him to growl was the revealed bruises that covered an alarming amount of her flesh. The ones on her thighs had been his fault directly, but he felt indirectly responsible for the ones on her chest as well. If she had not been fleeing from him she'd have never been struck down from her horse.

When it was declared his "turn" Raff did not hesitate to rise from the bed, tugging his shirt over his head and revealing a lithely muscled torso. He was not a hulking pile of muscles as some might suspect of a werewolf; his frame was tall and lean. Noticing that she still wasn't actually looking directly at him, Raff took his time unlacing the front of his breeches before letting them fall to the floor carelessly as he stepped out of them and stayed standing next to the bed, looking very comfortable with his arousal on full display for her. He hoped that his open, unabashed display of desire for her would reassure Altira.

"Come here, my gorgeous little mate." Raff encouraged softly, fingers beckoning her invitingly.

[Zane]

When Raff stepped out of his clothes, Altira kept her gaze somewhere between his shoulders and his stomach. Her blush didn't further darken, which was a good sign. She ebbed closer to him, slowly was all that was needed, there wasn't all that much space between them in truth, maybe three or four feet. Raff probably could have reached out and pulled her to him. She was grateful he did not.

When she was close enough, her hands reached out and tentatively touched his abdomen. Solid, firm. Altira flattened his hands against him, pressing against him, feeling out just how much hardened his muscles were beneath the skin. She was always watching what her hands were doing. Slowly, her hands ascended from his abs to his chest, and unbeknownst to her while her hands explored Raff's body, her blush began to fade.

She smiled when she was almost to the top of his chest, "For a werewolf, you really don't have alot of hair." The comment was made with a small giggle as her eyes raised from his neck to meet his. Her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were staggeringly beautiful. Why had she not noticed them earlier? Like stars. No, like beacons from the darkness, guiding a path to safety.

[Zero]

Somehow standing still suddenly seemed like a daunting, maybe even impossible, task; Raff wanted nothing more than to pull his mate against him. His fingers actually itched the desire to reach out and touch her was so strong. It became infinitely harder to remain immobile when her delicate fingers pressed against his stomach, gliding up his body slowly.

Raff's eyes fluttered softly a few times, his breathing accelerating up a few notches as his hands fisted at his sides. He was determined to let her do what she wanted without being mauled in the process. It wasn't his turn to touch.

He focused on watching her reactions, observing as the blush slowly faded from her cheeks.

Their eyes met, locked. The sound of her giggles mingled with the rushing of blood and thundering of his pulse. His hands flexed a few times, loosening the tightness in his fingers that his fists had caused, before Raff finally couldn't stand not touching her anymore. One hand moved to ghost along her side, while the other reached up to lightly brush his fingertips across her cheek.

"You know I can fix that if you like me better hairy." Raff chuckled softly as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing Altira slowly and gently, not at all like the mashing of their mouths earlier.

[Zane]

Cheater. She had been about to reply with snarky comment. Or was it going to be a cheeky comment? What was she going to comment on? She could only seem to focus entirely on his lips pressed against hers in a slow and tender kiss. It excited her, she wanted more. More of the kiss, more of him. Something stirred within her, spreading fire beneath her skin. She was almost certain that he could feel her heart threatening to burst from her chest.

She deepened the kiss, her arms winding around his neck. One merely hung onto him, short of clinging, the other went further north, into his lush hair. It was not to last though, in her inexperience she had forgotten to breathe, and soon she found her body unwillfully pulling away and filling her aching lungs with air. And how good the air was. It was rich with his scent. Like the morning after an night of rain, and like a crackling campfire during a silent night.

[Zero]

Raff couldn't stop himself from groaning softly into the kiss as her fingers slid into his hair, it felt amazing. A soft growl sounded as Altira pulled away, gasping for air. His hands moved down her body, grabbing her thighs suddenly and lifting her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist much the way her arms were around his neck.

"I know I'm breath-taking, love, but try not to pass out." He couldn't help but smirk as he captured her lips again, not giving her much of a reprieve at all. Raff deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slide teasingly along her lips, seeing if he could coax her into allowing him to plunder her hot mouth.

[Zane]

Altira hummed with joy as Raff lifted her off her feet, nor did she complain when they resumed kissing. She rather found that she liked kissing him. She liked the his strong arms could hold her in while they kissed. She loved the way his hair felt. And she especially love the shiver of anticipation as his tongue brushed against her lips.

Something in her snapped as the shiver ran the length of her body and continued to spread outward. The hand in his balled into a fist, the hand holding onto his back clawed for better grip as her legs tightened around him. She wanted more of him. Her lips parted slightly as her tongue came out to greet his like an old friend. With a warm embrace.

[Zero]

When her hands gripped his hair tighter and clawed at his back Raff couldn't stop himself from moaning happily. He loved the little tingles the rough treatment caused. It wasn't quite painful, but it could be. His hands squeezed her a little, probably aggravating the bruises already on her hips and thighs, but he hoped he could spur her on to scratch him harder. Or pull at his hair just a little more. He'd never liked women to do that before, he'd always found it annoying, but when Altira did it...

Her tongue was warm and soft as it slid against his, causing his chest to rumble happily in a silent growl as he took advantage of her tentative response to absolutely devour her. His kiss was passionate and demanding as he explored the inside of her mouth hungrily for several long moments.

Raff turned and lowered them both to the bed, resting only part of his weight on his mate as he kissed her deeply again and again. Eventually he broke away to allow her to recover, letting his lips move to her cheek, ghost across her jaw, lightly breath in her ear, and finally lower to nurse the skin on the unbitten side of her neck. His hands, no longer needing to support her, had moved up her body, lightly caressing her flat stomach until he could cup one of her breasts, thumb gently gliding over the nipple before teasing it with a soft, circular stroke, testing her reactions.

[Zane]

She was starting to lose grip with herself, her mind was aflutter as the passion of this tantric experience threatened to ignite her. The pain coming from her hips wasn't truly pain, it was yet another powerful connection to her mate. Her legs squeezed against him as she sensed the world moving around them. In that moment, the two of them were the center of the universe.

Her head laid back against the bed, she was soaking in Raff, his touch, his scent, his heat. Moaning softly as his hand ascended its way up her body. His warm, calloused hand sent shivers across her skin that left gooseflesh in its wake. Her hand continued to tangle itself in his hair all the while. The fingertips of her other hand sated itself with running up and down his back.

Shivering though she was, it could not be said that she was cold. she was quite hot. Burning actually. Her skin tingled wherever it lost contract with his.

[Zero]

Raff was insatiable as his mouth moved down Altira's body, seemingly intent on tasting every inch of her, paying particular attention to her breasts. Those he completely lavished with his lips and tongue before moving down her stomach. He paid special attention to any spot that made his mate squirm, taking extra care to give more attention to those erogenous zones.

This was different than the previous night, but similar at the same time. Raff was enjoying being in much greater control of himself. It had been hard to truly admire, appreciate, and worship as his mate deserved during the heat of the mating frenzy.

He slid down her body further, finally reaching the source of the maddening scent of Altira's arousal. Smelling her strong desire for him was intoxicating, tasting her was even better. Raff's tongue was not nearly as long or broad in his human form, but he certainly wouldn't let that deter him from delving greedily into her sex. Although he had to wonder if she liked the feel of his skin or his fur sliding against her body better.

[Zane]

In hindsight, it was probably a bit silly that she tried to make sure Raff's mother wasn't right outside. She was trying hard to stay quiet, she really was, but it was a losing battle as Raff went south of her navel. A low guttural moan ripped from her lips as her hands slipped into his hair. Slightly pulling, mostly holding him in place as her body shook under his ministrations. Unwittingly, her legs parted granting him easier access.

It wasn't long before her legs started to tremble and she pulled harder at his hair. In order to mollify the restlessness in her legs, they wrapped around his torso. Holding onto him tightly as her muscles involuntarily tighten, a light orgasm waxed over her to the sound of low moans. As quickly as it had appeared, it subsided and Altira once again laid down, not realizing that her back had hunched forward during the small climax.

[Zero]

Raff growled softly, happily each time his mate pulled at his hair a bit roughly. He loved the way she tried to hold him in place; the way her legs parted before eventually they were wrapped around him and trembling as he felt the gentle orgasm shake through her body.

There would be no time given to Altira to catch her breath or recover.

He lapped up her juices with a smirk before introducing a new element to his tormenting. Raff's mouth centered on the little bundle of nerves while he began to gently use his fingers to stimulate the inside of her sex, testing her readiness for him while he worked to drive her to another climax. That first orgasm had been small and too easy. Raff wouldn't be satisfied unless he brought her to an earth-shattering conclusion.

[Zane]

The reaction was immediate, her muscles tensed as she sucked air through her teeth. Between her pulling in his hair and her sudden desire to curl up into a ball, her body was wrapped around his head. Almost possessively, like a starved animal over the only food it had seen in days. It was some small wonder that she hadn't pulled any of his hair out, or maybe she had? Were it not for her clenched jaw, her moaning would be quite audible, as it were, the muffled sounds were still less than quiet. But that's not to say it hurt, no, in fact, it was alot like being encased in ice that burned. Or boiling water that stole the heat from you. The woefully short lived afterglow was quickly replaced by something far stronger. Like the tide abating so rapidly that the only logical result was a massive wave. Her nest orgasm was a tsunami.

Her body relaxed and tensed in rapid succession while her upper body fell back against the bed. Her legs refused to let him go, like it were a mandate from heaven. There was no stopping the lewd noises this time, Thankfully, her pleasure addled mind would never remember just how loud she was.

[Zero]

A surge of pleasure washed through Raff as he drew out uninhibited sounds of ecstasy from Altira as her second climax washed over her. Not to mention the satisfaction that he felt knowing how well he had pleased his mate. It made up for the fact that his scalp was beginning to tingle unpleasantly from how hard she had been gripping his hair.

With her legs still wrapped around him, Raff finally lifted his mouth, looking up Altira's body as she lay back on the bed once more. It was a delicious sight and he licked his lips before softly kissing his way back up her body.

His lips found her throat again, kissing and nipping gently at her skin as he let his mate simply bask in the aftershocks of pleasure for a few moments. Raff's own arousal was becoming painful to bear, but he ignored the discomfort of his wanting. His mate had passed out immediately after her second orgasm the night before; he wondered if she even remembered being tied to him. Thinking of knotting Altira sent another painful throb of lust right to his groin. He wanted to tie to her as often as she would let him!

"I want to change now," Raff murmured huskily against her ear, "I want my knot buried inside you the next time you climax." Not to mention when he climaxed! It wasn't the right time for his mate's womb to conceive, but he still loved the idea of her filled with his trapped seed.

[Zane]

It was Raff's voice that pulled her from her blissful reverie. What he had said was oddly erotic, even though she didn't quite understand what he way saying. She was a smart girl, she was able to intuit a few things. He wanted to change, he must mean he wanted to continue this as a werewolf. Though, she didn't quite know what he meant by his knot. Perhaps if the experience of last night didn't hold such a dreamlike affluence to it, she may be able to recall more than just feelings. Perhaps, if her upbringing had included a conversation or three about sex beyond 'Let your husband have his way, it may hurt  but he will take care of you' then maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have trepidation gnawing at the back of her head.

Her hand went to the nape of Raff's neck, just where the skin gave way to fur. His hair was so soft, and she loved it when Nan rubbed there whenever she got headaches, maybe he liked it? She reached back into her memory again, trying to find something to absolve the knot of anxiety balling up in her gut. What she could remember was a fervor so great, it tore her consciousness asunder. She wanted more of that. He could give that to her. Slowly, she began to nod, "Okay, I am yours."

[Zero]

It would have been so easy to transform and take her right then, but Raff waited, lips softly brushing against Altira's skin lovingly as he allowed her to process what he wanted. Her fingers buried in the hair at the nap of his neck, lightly stroking, drew a soft groan and shudder from him. Luna preserve him, but everything she did felt amazing to him. He couldn't get enough of her touching him, how or why seemed not to matter.

Nervousness, trepidation, maybe even fear.

Raff could sense all those things coming from his beautiful mate, so soft, sweet, and innocent as she laid beneath him. Permission was given. He pressed his lips softly against her ear. "Relax, love. I will never hurt you. I promise."

Raising his head, Raff let the change take him; it only took a few seconds for the man to become the hybrid. Altira would be able to feel his soft fur against her inner thighs as he shifted on the bed, making certain not to rest too heavily on her much smaller body. Unlike last night, she wasn't on her knees for him, and he did not move her into that position.

Instead his large clawed hands lifted her hips off the mattress as he positioned himself. Raff was more than ready; his knot was already swelling slightly, eager to join with his mate. His pale eyes were intense as they locked with hers staring into her beautiful blue-purple ones while he slowly slid into her smoothly, not stopping until all but his knot filled her.

Then he let his eyes fall closed as he growled lowly with pleasure.

This was much different from the previous night. The angle provided pressure and friction in different ways, not necessarily better or worse, but different. Of course this was all fairly new and different for Raff. No other woman had ever felt his hybrid form or knot. There was the fact that his mate was no longer virginal as well. He had already stretched her once, and found it easier to do it again, although she still felt amazingly snug. Luna didn't make mistakes, she fit him perfectly. At least he thought so!

Being mindful that his mate was still new to this, his thrusts were passionate and powerful, but he was careful to adjust them as necessary so as to ensure his mate was feeling as much pleasure from their joining as he was.

Until his knot began to swell more as both of their releases neared.

The bulge was ground and battered feverishly against her in quick, short thrusts. Raff's breathing was heavy and erratic when her sex finally admitted him. Climax was instantaneous for him as he threw back his head and roared his victory. Altira would be able to feel him throbbing deeply and hotly as his seed flooded her womanhood.

Raff was trembling softly as he held himself above her, panting as he dropped his head forward to rest lightly against her shoulder.

[Zane]

As Raff changed, Altira's eyes widened with amazement. She had heard of werewolf transformations, but never did she think she was going to see one. He was magnificent. Even in the dim light of the room and through the fur, she could see his body, lean and strong with muscle. Like well restrained violence. A gasp sounded as Raff lifted her lowed half from the bed, how gentle his touch was, it was like she weighed nothing. Part of her was quite glad that the werewolf wasn't out to hurt her.

She found his eyes to be quite calming, like starlight. When he parted her nether lips, it was all she could do to keep from groaning. She was tender there, from his earlier treatment, and while her eyes closed, a lewd smile painted itself across her face. This felt good. It wasn't long before he had once again reduced her to moaning and squirming.

When he knotted her, the shock of the sudden fullness caused her breath to hitch. So that's what he meant. Sex itself was foreign to her, this was something else entirely. That's not to say it was uncomfortable or painful, it was just extremely different than anything else she'd felt before. She didn't have long to contemplate it though, the force of the knot squeezing past her most sensitive areas that threw her over the edge. Gripping the blanket and mattress with excessive force, she howled out her own victory, entirely unwitted to her previous desire to keep things private.

[Zero]

At first Raff could only hold himself there, panting heavily as he nuzzled his face against his mate's neck. He felt completely spent, and acutely aware of Altira's entire body, especially where they were joined, as his knot was quite sensitive, and his wolfhood was still throbbing and spilling his seed  inside her.

When his breathing calmed Altira would find her body cradled and lifted carefully from the bed as Raff changed their position. The large beast made himself comfortable, sprawled on his back on the much too small bed, forcing him to keep his legs bent up, but that hardly bothered him. He settled his mate atop him, her head only reached to his chest with their hips securely sealed as they were.

He finally stopped throbbing within her.

All the shifting around had caused his knot to rub and pull inside her a little, causing almost painful aftershocks of pleasure for Raff, but he only growled softly in contentment. His arms were still warmly wrapped around her, hands lightly stroking her back and sides.

He had never been happier in his life.