| Summary:
a very steamy early spring encounter |
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| Spring had arrived
again in New England. The tulips and Hyacinths were beginning to
bloom. The robins had returned from their southern wintering
roosts to being hunting earthworms on the expansive grounds of the
Xavier School for the Gifted. The children were growing anxious
for the end of the school year, when summer would allow them time off
to enjoy some relaxation away from the school books. Another sure
sign of spring was the style of dress Danielle wore. She always
dressed sexy no matter what she wore - whether it be a professional
woman's suit for class, dress slacks and blouse, or something very
daring when she went out for dinner. But, spring seemed to have
her wearing the more daring outfits more often. Logan sensed the change of seasons too. The winter was giving way to longer, warmer days and shorter nights. He, too, made the seasonal observation of Danielle's wardrobe. No matter what, any of her outfits teased his hungry eyes, but certain styles teased him more. Then, there was her female scent that during the spring drove his animal instincts into high gear. Their feral nature focused on the desire to be together as often as possible - to renew their promise of love forever - and strengthen the bonds of feral mates. It was early morning. Dawn was still another good hour away. She was outside in the garden inhaling the sweet perfume of the newly opening hyacinths when he joined her. Her scent was strong - a feral arousal and desire to again be taken by her champion - her eternal mate. He growled softly enlightening her to his knowledge of her condition. She went through these sexual fits every month as any other human female did, but during the spring these instinctual drives were at their strongest. Walking around her, he inhaled deeply sensing her willingness to mate here in the garden. He smiled softly - they had been making love nearly all night in their room and only taking short naps in between rounds. They led a life full of sexual activity, but the spring was even more intense. He delighted in the fact that they both had that healing factor - they recovered from exhaustion very quickly, especially after having a calorie rich meal and lots of fluids. Logan had a huge appetite and it certainly could be easily explained. He loved her so deeply and he was constantly stupified in how incredible a match they were. She could handle him in so many ways, and unlike any of the other women he had been with, only she could turn him on and keep up with his unrelenting sexual appetite. She sat down on a blanket she had stretched out behind the tulips and hyacinths - the raised garden provided enough cover for this feral encounter at the far side of the campus. He shed the sweatpants he wore and joined her sitting behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, nipping at her shoulder and growling, as she purred with soft acceptance of his possession of her. Then, soft growls passed between them and the perfume of their rising passion began to mingle with that of the nearby flowers. His hands grasped the long black sheer blouse she was wearing and pushed it off her shoulders. She was naked underneath the flimsy material. He looked over her shoulder watching her full perky breasts rise and fall with each breath she took. Her nipples hardened and reddened with excitement. She tipped her head back and nipped his chin playfully and he growled softly in response to her aggression. His hands followed the curves of her body making their way down her sides, over her hips and down between her relaxed thighs. He listened to her purr again. He slipped his finger into her warm wet heat exploring, teasing, and stimulating her. Leaning against him, she felt his rock hard arousal throbbing against her back and a little of his release dripping down the small of her back. She turned to him and laid a hand on his chest - her silent order for him to lay down. Moving her body to lay by his side, she looked him over marvelling at his rugged strong male physique and the engorged erection saluting her. She smiled with delight - happy that she could turn him on so strongly. Her hand slid down his chest, over his stomach and down to his erection. It throbbed in her hand - pulsing with desire as blood raced into it engorging it even more - the tip glistening with his passion. She reached up taking his hand and moving it to grasp his manhood. He wondered why but the silent request was loud and clear. She wanted to watch him. The slight smile on her face told him so. He would do anything for her and if she wanted to see him get off, he would do so. His hand grasped his erection at the base and slowly he stroked - sliding his hand right to the tip and back down to the base over and over again. She watched him - how the skin moved with his hard stroking, how his hips moved, how he began to groan as the pleasure heightened. His head hung back and his breathing deepened - his strokes quickened and his vocalizations grew louder. He was nearing release. She sensed it. Draping her leg over his, she moved her hips in tandem to his rhythm and the faster he went, the faster she pumped against him driving herself almost to climax. She was hot - white hot from the fire burning inside - hot from the fire of watching him pleasure himself. Her swollen womanhood screamed for him to come inside her - to release his seed - to spill his passion and add to her wet desire - to mate with her as he had several times during the past night. Just before he released, she stopped him taking his hand and laying it on her hip as she moved to straddle him. She impaled herself on his manhood taking him in right to the hilt and she groaned as his engorged erection slid in and filled her. Her rocking motion was slow at first allowing him time to come down a bit. Then, she bucked harder tightening around him and squeezing. He groaned louder - his eyes glazed over as his brain went into overload. They were pumping together - his hips rising to sink into her wet heat - she to take him in deeper. That special spot was found as she maneuvered herself and shifted from side to side driving both herself and him crazy. He gripped her hips sinking his fingers into her flesh, which began to turn purple under his fingertips, and she moaned with pleasure. He possessed her - she was his mate and his mate only - his one true love. But, she was in control now - she owned him - and she slowed her moves. Their breathing slowed and just as he looked up wondering why she wouldn't let him come, she started bucking harder again. She leaned back - her hips moving as fast as she could letting his shaft slide inside her and withdraw over and over again. He tossed his head back and squeezed her hips harder pulling her to him and pushing her back - guiding her motion. They were both vocalizing the oncoming release - the impending spilling of his seed - her ultimate goal to again be bred by her stallion. He groaned loudly as her internal muscles tightened around him milking him and with another loud groan she felt him come. Her insides rocked with the pleasure they had worked for. Each subsequent upward thrust spilled more of his seed into her. She cried out his name as the air now had a new scent mingling with that of the tulips and hyacinths - it was their feral passion - the mixed scent of her female heat and his seed. As the flowers opened to the dawning sun, she drooped towards him - her energy spent for the moment - the wave of pleasure still making her insides quiver as he moved inside her a few more times. He was not done. He owned her and because of that, he pushed her off and climbed on top of her. His hand guided his shaft to her wet heat and once again he was inside her, and this time he was in control. She was his and he would again take her to heights of pleasure before the sun rose. He rose up on outstretched arms pummelling her with strong thrusts of his hips - grinding his love into her. Feeling the impending release again, his head reached for the sky grunting with each almost painful thrust. His eyes were closed tight - he felt his need to let go as she squeezed him inside. Her growls and attempts to call his name sounded her need. Her hips tilted up closer to him and the scent of her body, her sweat, drove him on. He groaned as he flew off climaxing and filling her with shot after shot of his seed again. He rolled off of her having uncoupled with her and he pulled her to lay at his side. Her head rested on his chest and her arm draped over his waist as he embraced her. They smelled this new combination of fragrance as the early sun began to rise and warm the earth around them. |
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