Creatures | By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4569 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It was anything but a good night for Pansy, she was sweating buckets and her mind was filled with images of couples fucking. Women being pummeled from behind, men driving into the women they gripped fiercely. It was primitive, wild and almost violent and it aroused her just as violently.
She got out of bed and paced the floor. Her breasts hardened and her nipples peaked. She stripped off her clothes and paced again, then sat down, then got up and paced some more. The room began to feel too small.
She opened the door and walked down the hall circling around the living room several times. It was still too hot, but she had no more clothes to remove. She stood in front of the window, looking out at the forest, naked and still heated.
“Feeling anxious?” She spun around and looked at Ron. He was standing near the hall, naked as well, his erection thick and hard. She took a step forward.
“You feel it too?” She asked.
“No, but I know you do, I can smell it. You want to mate.” He stayed where he was, not moving. She looked down at his cock. It was hard and she could hear the blood pulsing through his flesh, swelling him to a most likely painful size.
“But you’re hard.” She said.
“I’m reacting to you. It’s instinct. My body is prepared to obey.” Pansy took another step forward. Her heart was racing, her pussy throbbed at the site of his cock. “Wolves obey their females, since I have no mate I must obey any female in site. I can smell your need. My body is reacting to yours.” His voice was husky. It may be his body reacting, but Pansy also smelt lust and want, this was not just instinct to him.
“You’ve no mate Ron?” She asked. She didn’t know why, but it felt important to her that he didn’t.
“No, I don’t.” He answered. She looked at his body. He was solid and firm without being overly worked. His lean body caused her blood to boil. She felt like crawling out of her skin. She could smell the musk from her own pussy. From Ron’s flaring nostrils he could too. She knew he would make no move without her word. He would wait until she called to him, until she made her need known. He already smelt it but he would wait regardless.
“Help me.” The words were barely a whisper, but Ron heard them and sprung into action. He launched himself at her and took her down to the floor, pushing her face down. She felt the heat from the fireplace but the heat of her body was higher.
Normally Pansy liked gentleness in a lover but as Ron manhandled her she felt her body responding.
Ron forced her knees apart and her face flat on the floor, opening her pussy wide. He mounted from behind, gripped her hips and thrust deep.
“SHIT!!!” Pansy raised up and howled at the force. Ron locked his hand on her shoulder close to her neck and forced her shoulders down. Pulling both her hip and shoulder, he thrust hard, fast and deep. Pansy could feel him hitting her cervix with lightning speed. Her body began to lubricate fast and soon the sounds of her juices around his cock were echoing in her ears. Ron’s grip on her hips tightened but she was oblivious to the pain. If anything, her body fed off it, reveling in a different kind of sex then what she was used to.
She felt her pussy clenching, drawing towards what she knew would be a hard climax. She began pushing back into Ron as she moved. He kept up a steady rhythm he knew she needed.
The back of her throat tickled, she gasped and panted and soon began growling. Her fists were white-knuckled on the floor. Ron covered her back with his chest and wrapped both arms around her waist, humping her body harder. Pansy was almost there. It was his duty to bring his female what she needed.
Pansy felt a slickness on her shoulder. Ron was drooling as he growled in her ear. Instead on sickening her, it spurned her on. It was nature to her now. Primitive nature and she gave in to every moment of it.
Ron reached down and stoked her clit. Pansy felt herself being hurled over the precipice. Ron fucked her harder as he felt her spasm around him.
Pansy let nature take over and as she came, she threw her head back and let out a howl. It echoed in the room. She had no idea why she was doing it, but she needed to, and it made the carnal reward all the more delightful.
The feel of Ron moving within her as she orgasmed was just divine. As she milked the last sensations, he thrust deep and let himself spill inside her. The howl he released went right up Pansy’s spine. It was different then hers. When Pansy howled she was letting her body release. When Ron howled she could tell it was emotional. She wondered what kind of emotion would bring it about. What could he be feeling so strongly that his howl affected her as well?
Both of them let their bodies fall to the side, panting as they spooned. Pansy thought he might roll away from her, but he didn’t. She closed her eyes and nestled into him.
She was moving, or was she being moved? She opened her eyes. Ron was carrying her back down the hall. He was putting her to bed. She closed her eyes and let sleep take her again, mindless of where she was being taken or of the lover who was gently licking her body clean of the sweat and sex.
The sun was up when she woke, shining brightly through the window. She was in a different room this time. She was in Ron’s room. His scent was everywhere.
“Feeling better?” She looked to the door and found Ron was levitating a tray, completely naked.
Pansy sat up, letting the bed sheet fall to her waist. She was beyond all modesty now. As they sat in bed eating roast beef sandwiches, Pansy let her mind wander. She was confused. What had happened to her last night? Why had she needed to badly to fuck? She was on the brink of insanity.
Never in her life had she climaxed that way before. It hit her body like lightning. Was this part of who she was now?
“What are you thinking?” Ron’s voice brought her out of her thoughts. The tray was gone. The sheet still covering her from the waist down. Ron, still naked, sat on top of it.
“Ron, why did that happen to me? Why did I need it that much?” She asked him.
“It’s the animal. Humans need different things. Animals need strength on top of everything. The needs you have as a woman are stronger now because of what you’ve become.”
“And you could smell that?”
“Yes, the instinct for mating it the strongest of them all.”
“What if you had a mate? What would have happened?”
“I would have opened the door and let you run it off in the forest. The adrenaline rush would have been different but it would have killed the ache.”
“What would have happened if you…. I mean if you couldn’t…..” She was having a hard time trying to find a phrase that wasn’t insulting.
“If I wasn’t sexually attracted to you?” He finished. She glanced away and then back, nodding to him. “I would have done just enough to purge the need, then retired.” She leaned against the headboard. Ron did as well, their shoulders touching. A tilt of his head and his forehead would have touched hers.
“Why haven’t you chosen a mate?” Their faces were inches apart.
“Because I have never met a wolf who calls to me. Who makes my blood run and my breathe stop. A wolf that I couldn’t live without.” Pansy looked at him. She could smell the testosterone surge in the air.
“What will I do if the feeling returns, when I return home?” She hadn’t realized it but she leaned closer.
“You will summon me. I will always be available to you.”
“But what if you find a mate?”
“I already have.”’ Pansy met his eyes. “I just have to prove I’m worthy, and wait until she accepts me.”
Pansy felt a warmth in her heart. Ron would be a good mate for her. He had helped her last night, brought her to his home, and made sure she knew what she needed to know about her condition. He took care of her carnal craving. She had no doubt that sexually, they were a good match.
As she thought about the prior night, heat flooded her body. Last night was about need, today it was about want. She pushed the blanket off, baring her body to his eyes. His eyes slid down her body then back up again. He made no move without her permission. She liked it. She was safe. She knew it.
She parted her thighs, watching him inhale. He could smell her desire. He had no doubt that he’d be able to smell her scent miles away.
Pansy rose and straddled his body. His cock was hard against her pussy. She slid her lips along his shaft. Ron closed his eyes and groaned. He felt her lean over him, her nipples grazing his chest. He fisted the bed sheet on either side, controlling his hands. She leaned down and gently brushed her lips over his. Ron parted his lips and let her have her fill.
Pansy explored his tongue and mouth. He kissed her passionately but she wanted more. “Touch me Ron.” She whispered into his mouth. Ron’s hand slid from the sheet he was holding to her bent knees at his hips and up her thighs. He ran his hands over her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before coming up to her waist.
Pansy arched her back as his fingertips traced up her spine. He hugged her body close to his. She filled his every sense. He needed to be inside her. He wanted to be connected to her again. Her aroma was driving him mad.
“Pansy, let me in again.” He whispered in her ear. She adjusted herself in his lap until she felt him at her entrance, then holding his gaze with hers, she slid down, taking him inside her deeply.
Ron groaned deep in his throat, squeezing her tightly as her wet warmth slid around him.
Pansy rocked slowly, moving his body inside hers. She rolled her hips in wide circles. Ron arched his hips as she moved, wanting to get as deep within her as he could. He breathed in her scent, the sex, the sweat that seeped from her body. This was perfection. The moment he smelt her in the forest, the instant he set eyes on her naked body, he had to have this woman. This was his mate. She was his. But only she had to right to choose a mate. It was only her choice. He had to try his hardest to make her see him as the right choice.
“Pansy let me taste you.” He breathed into her ear. She froze. He kept his arms around her, afraid she might pull away. “Please pansy, let me.” He whispered again. She relaxed in his arms. Ron felt elation run through his body. He tightened his grip and shifted his body placing her on her back. He slid a pillow behind her head and made sure she was comfortable before sliding down her body. Her scent filled every sense he had. He had to taste her. He needed to drink her down.
He spread her wide, using his elbows to keep her knees open. Using his fingers he parted her lips. The view before him was incredible. He could see her pussy opening, leaking with juice, still throbbing and wet from having his cock inside it. At the top was her clit. He pulled back the hood to see it standing erect, and swollen, begging for attention.
He leaned down and rapidly flicked his tongue over it several times. Pansy gasped at the contact. Her thighs shook with tremors, but Ron held her open. He lowered and covered her lips with his, licking and sucking out her juice. Pansy ached her back and spread her legs as wide as she could beneath her lover. That’s what he had become to her. She needed him and he knew it.
Ron locked his lips onto hers clit and sucked. He reached up her body, resting a hand over her chest. He felt her heartbeat beneath his palm.
“Oh my Ron…” She cried. Ron’s soul took flight. He knew the ‘my Ron,’ he heard was just the climax talking but he was one step closer to making her his.
He swallowed down the release she gave, flooding his mouth. When she calmed he took his time licking her lips, cleaning her up while keeping her moist. He made sure he touched every inch of her skin, keeping in mind that he clit was extremely sensitive at this point.
He crawled back up her body kissing his way along, tasting the salty sweat of her flesh. He licked each nipple with the flat of his tongue, then licked her neck and sucked her earlobe.
“You’re delicious.” He whispered, giving her lobe a nibble. She groaned at his words. “I could feast on you for the rest of my life.” Pansy drank in his words and wrapped her arms and legs around him. Ron let out a groan as he sank inside her again.
“Gods Ron…..” She was positive there was no feeling in the world to compare to this.
“You have no idea how wonderful it feels to be inside you.” She whimpered and held him tighter. He moved in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. “You can feel that can’t you, Pansy? That burning ache?”
“Yes, Ron… oh gods yes….” She clutched at him for life as he rolled his hips driving deep.
“Anytime you need this Pansy, I am here. I will always give you my body. It is yours to use as you wish.” He began moving faster. Pansy arched her hips to meet him.
“Harder Ron, please.” She gasped. Ron pulled back and thrust forward hard. “Ahhhhh…” She shrieked but Ron knew she loved it. He could smell it. He moved faster, giving her the hard, sharp thrusts her body demanded. He felt her begin to clench on his cock. He fucked her harder and faster, sweat coating his body.
“Aaahhh ahhhhh Ron…..” She breathed out the words as she viced down on his cock. The tightening of her around him sent him hurling over with her.
Two simultaneous howls echoed throughout the small cottage.
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