36 comments/ 156689 views/ 141 favorites Alone No More By: DWSimon I was staring out at the wide expanse of the Cascade Mountains as I piloted over them. I worked for one of the airlines, based in Seattle. I usually flew small, 70-seat commuter aircraft, but was certified to fly all the way up to a 737. I had spent almost every waking moment from the time I was 12 learning how to fly. I loved the freedom and thrill of soaring through the air. I'm one of the few people who didn't have to enter the military to get a commercial pilot's license. But, with the horrid slump that the airline industry was currently in, we had all agreed to trim back our hours by just five a week in order to avoid layoffs. At twenty-six, I was one of the youngest pilots in the fleet, but I had enough seniority to avoid losing my job. But I agreed with my fellow pilots and would rather use up some vacation time to avoid anybody losing their job. So instead of being off three days out of every week, I was off four. I hate being idle; I can't sit back and do nothing. So I here I am, piloting a buddy of mine's DC-3, doing cargo runs to Wenatchee from Seattle. It was close to noon and the middle of October. The air was crystal clear. I could see Spokane to the east and Vancouver to the north and the majesty of Mount Baker and Rainier to either side of me. This is why I love flying. I dropped into Wenatchee and waited the two hours for the cargo to be unloaded and the plane to be refueled. Then I was off again. It was a simple, forty minute flight over the mountains and down into Seattle. I reached cruising at fifteen thousand feet and radioed my position. I hit my vector and set off over the mountains. Shortly after, the right engine shuddered. Smoke started billowing off the wing. Then the whole plane took an electrical shock, probably static build up. I lost all electrical systems and the radio. Then I heard the right engine stall and stop. Followed quickly by the left shuddering, then stopping. Then silence. Adrenaline pumped through me. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I saw black spots before my eyes. Then my training took over and calm overcame me. I still had hydraulic control of the flaps and rudder. I didn't want to play them too much. With electric down, I couldn't restart the engines. I was dead in the water and skimming on the air currents over the mountains. I had two choices, going back and hope to go down somewhere clear, but the forests and cliffs made it unlikely. Or I could continue, hoping to find a valley to set down in. The choice was soon taken out of my hands. I was going down about 1000 feet a minute. I wasn't going to be able to stay afloat much longer. Then the perfect valley appeared before me. It was long and relatively flat, clear enough to put the plane down. Too bad my aim sucks. The controls were getting heavy, I didn't know if I was going to be able to hang on. Then the belly skimmed over some tall cedars. I was scant feet off the ground, coming in too fast. Then the belly hit snow. I was thrown against my restraints, feeling myself bruise. The wing caught on a hidden rock and the whole thing turned sharply, rolling over and all went black in a cacophony of screaming metal and heat and pain. I awoke some time later. I was hanging upside down in my seat, strapped in to the chair. There was blood dripping on my face; obviously I was bleeding from somewhere. I had spent too much time hanging upside down; my head was killing me. I reached up to unbuckle myself. It gave way with a loud click and I fell to the roof. I hobbled out of the plane, aware of the smell of gas. I made it to the door and crawled out into the blinding snow. I pulled myself out into the shelter of the trees. Then I spent some time assessing what I could of the damage to my body. I couldn't tell how long I had been unconscious. But except for some bruising from the straps on my chair, a headache that may or may not be a concussion, and a gash in my left leg, I was relatively sound. That was where the blood was coming from. I unbuckled my belt, quickly pulling it through the loops and tying a tourniquet around my leg at the knee. I was wearing boots, with heavy socks, jeans, my black silk boxers, a t-shirt and a heavy Irish woolen sweater. I had a jacket in the plane and a first aid kit. Now was the hard part: could I put weight on the leg. I used a nearby rock to help me stand, keeping my weight on my right leg. Then I tried to put a little force on the left. I buckled and almost fell. I wasn't going to be able to walk on it. I searched around me and found a piece of debris, a girder from the wing. I picked it up and used it as a make do crutch. I got into the plane, got my coat and first aid kit and hobbled back out. I didn't think anything would set off the gas fumes, but it was too much, too thick to stay inside. When I got back out and sat on the rock, I took stock of what was in the first aid kit. Not a lot. Not a thing to stitch up my leg with; nothing to help with the gash. It looked angry and red but wasn't bleeding too heavily. I lay back on my coat on the ground with my leg propped on the rock. Thankfully I had the flares and had a clear view of the sky. I only hoped that if someone were going to search for me, it would be before the sun set. Heavy clouds were moving in from the west. More snow. I sat in the snow for a while, conserving energy, doing arm rolls to keep my circulation going, trying to stay warm. Then I heard a crunching in the snow. I prayed it wasn't an animal. But luck had never been kind to me. The sounds got closer and closer. I turned my head towards the sound and was surprised to see a man. He was tall, very tall, so much more than my six feet. He looked like he badly needed to shave and had probably not had a haircut in months if not years. He walked up to me and knelt by my head. He took a look at my leg before scowling at me. He muttered something under his breath. His voice was gravelly, gruff, deep but kind. Then helped me to stand before slinging me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. I sputtered in surprise. He didn't speak, although I asked him many questions. I thought maybe he was deaf. For all his unkempt appearance, his clothes smelled fresh. I didn't smell sweat or smoke or any other unpleasant odors: just clean, fresh clothes, soap and man. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone and the upside down view of his ass reminded me. He walked tirelessly for at least an hour. The entire time he didn't say one word. Then we turned a corner at the end of the valley into a smaller clearing. There was a waterfall that poured down over the rocks into a small pool before leaving in a stream away from where we walked. Beyond the stream was a cabin, nestled slightly under an outcropping of rock. There was at least two feet of snow on the ground, but the pool of water was steaming, even with the ice-cold waterfall. The silent giant carried me to the cabin, opening the door and carrying me to a bed in the corner. It was a large bed, bigger than my king-size at home. He set me down gently and then turned away to what looked like a kitchen. He came back with a bowl of steaming water, some strips of fabric, a needle and scissors. He pulled out a bottle of liquor from his coat pocket and handed it to me before turning and hanging his coat on a hook. When he turned back, he unlaced then pulled off my boots, gently avoiding tugging my leg too badly. Then he pulled off my wet sweater. When he found that my t-shirt was soaked, he pulled that off as well. Then he took the bottle from me, unscrewed the top and told me in a gravelly voice to drink until he told me to stop. I hate bourbon; actually, I hardly ever drink. But I followed his directions while he gently removed both socks and jeans. He soaked the leg around the wound with a little hot water to loosen where it might have stuck with blood. Then he slipped off my boxers because they were soaked with blood. The mystery giant started washing my leg with a rag soaked in the hot water. I was still sipping the bourbon, forcing the liquid down my throat. I felt heat spread out from my stomach. He looked up when I giggled and took the bottle from me. I watched lazily as he threaded the needle. I even watched as he poured some of the bourbon on my leg. I hissed at the sting, but I wasn't feeling a whole lot at the moment. Then he started stitching me up. He worked quickly and competently, not taking too much time. I tried not to cry out or flinch. Eventually, my vision swirled and I blacked out. I awoke under heavy blankets, lying on soft sheets and pillowed, both body and head, by soft, warm down. I don't know how long I was out, could have been days. But I noticed it was dark, the only light coming from the fire. My giant, funny how that was how I thought of him, was sitting by the fire in a large chair with a book in his hands. I must have made a noise when I moved my legs, trying to get more comfortable. He stood and came over to me. He sat by the bed and handed me a glass with water in it and two aspirin. He told me it was for the pain and fever. I looked up at his eyes then, the hint of fever scaring me. But they were warm and calm, the richest brown I had ever seen. There was compassion in his eyes but there was also a bone-deep sadness that made my breath hitch. But the sadness wasn't related to me, the compassion was. I wondered what had made him so sad. Then he got up and brought back something in a bowl that smelled heavenly. It was simple broth, but it was enough. I sat and fed myself until I felt sleepy. He took the bowl from me and I snuggled down in the bed. We didn't talk, didn't even come close, but it was a comfortable silence. Slowly my eyes drifted closed. I slept on and off for the next two days. When it was light out, I noticed it was snowing and pretty heavily outside the window. Any search for me was not happening until the storm cleared. I was content to lie in the bed and heal. I did become feverish and my giant took care of me. He wiped my brow and fed me aspirin to bring down the fever. He moved silently and gracefully for someone so tall. I would say he was at least six-nine and probably would tip the scales at 300 pounds. But he wasn't fat; he was muscular and powerful. With his coat off, he wore red thermal long underwear and it clung to him. He was strong and hulking under the soft cotton. Dark hair showed at the collar and through the buttons that trailed down to his crotch. He wore thick socks that covered his feet and the leg holes, but I bet he was hairy from collar to toes. He never said much, a few words at most. But I found out his name was Grey. He was thirty and had lived on the mountain for the past seven years. This wasn't one conversation that I got this out of him; it took all of two days of coaxing to get that much information. He was quiet and private but no matter how much time passed, his eyes were still sad. I woke up on the third day and saw sunshine pouring through the window onto my feet under the blanket. Grey was nowhere to be found. I took a chance and put my feet on the floor and stood. My left leg was sore, but I could put pressure on it. I hobbled to the door after wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. I opened the door and looked out at the steaming pool. At least three feet of snow had fallen. A rescue was going to be difficult at best. But at least the sun was shining. Then I heard a sound off to my right. I turned and forgot to breath when I beheld the sight before me. Grey stood with his back to me, with his feet braced apart by the width of his shoulders. He was naked. He stood facing the pond and I watched the muscles in his body. His skin was dark, tan from the sun and from his ancestors. I saw the strength of his calves, covered thickly in dark hair, then his thighs and the cheeks of his ass. Each was pinched and dimpled from his stance, there was a light dusting of dark hair and a patch above them at the base of his spine. His back was immense and so strong. He could have posed for an anatomy book let alone pin-up calendars. Alone, he didn't look so tall; he was so perfectly proportioned. I saw his shoulders, big, thick, rounded like bowling balls. His neck was strong beneath the shaggy hair. Then I noticed that his arms were moving, bunching muscles on his biceps dusted with more dark hair were in motion, rhythmically. He was masturbating. I felt myself thicken, plumping under the soft blanket around me. I watched Grey move, pleasuring himself. I stood there, watching him for a few moments before I noticed something hanging between his legs. It was black. It looked like underwear. My underwear. I got even harder. He was rubbing himself in the silk of my boxer shorts. I didn't mind. He had saved my life. Hell, I bought the underwear and like wearing it because of how it rubbed against me. All it took was a brief walk and an impure thought and I had a raging erection. I figured that if he wanted to use my underwear to get himself off, it was the least I could do. Then I noticed Grey start to move faster. He brought his other hand forward and threw my underwear over his shoulder. His hips started jerking and his arm stopped moving so smoothly. Haltingly he breathed, throwing his head back and grunting in release. His hand came up to his mouth and he tasted himself. I could have shot right there. Then Grey lowered his head, almost like he was defeated and gave a sigh. I've never heard anything like it. It was as if his heart was broken. It was lonely and sad as well as soul rendering. My heart broke for him and my erection quickly disappeared. I stepped back through the door and shut it. My voyeuristic foray done. I hopped back in bed and waited for Grey to return. A few hours later, Grey did come into the cabin. He had all of my clothes and they were wet. He laid them in front of the fire to dry. He had washed my clothes. I felt my heart thicken in my chest. I watched as Grey moved around, preparing a meal. He had put back on his thermal underwear and jeans. I watched his simple motions, how graceful he moved for having hands that could so easily crush. He was a contradiction. If you didn't look in his eyes, he looked like a thug, a warrior, dangerous in all ways. But once you looked in his eyes, he was kind and gentle, a dancer or swimmer and no danger to anyone or anything. I got out of bed and headed towards him. I wanted to offer some comfort. He still looked so damn sad. But I never got the chance. He handed me another pair of his thermal underwear to wear. The legs and sleeves were too long, but I was covered. We sat down and had a silent dinner. Later, after a few more words, I got up and grabbed a few items. I had Grey sit in the chair by the fire. I took the large bowl full of water and the razor and soap as well as the scissors. I wetted down his hair and started to trim it. After about an hour of snipping, Grey had a shorter hairstyle. Okay so there was no style, but it was shorter with no noticeable gaps. Then I trimmed up his beard and soaped up the rest of his face before I started shaving him. When I was all done, wiping off the last of his beard, I saw him for the first time. He was a really handsome man. His nose was straight and his lips full. His chin was strong and he had what looked like dimples. All he needed was to smile. The easiest way to get someone to smile is smile first. All he did was grab my hand and ask why I did what I did. I had no easy answer. When I still didn't answer him, he looked away and said that I should probably sleep. I was tired so I went to bed. I woke a few hours later. Grey lay by me on the bed, thrashing and whimpering. I went to reach out to him but I never made it. He sat up screaming. I touched his arm, but he whipped away from me, stomping over to the fireplace. He rested an elbow on the mantel and his forehead in his palm. He was shaking. I got out of bed and headed towards him. He looked up. He was terrified. He was also fighting tears. He looked away from me and I saw him loose the fight. I watched as his chest heaved with sobs that he tried to keep quiet. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around what I could. I pulled his head to me and cupped his cheeks. Tears were streaming out of his closed eyes. I brushed the tears away and hugged him tighter. All at once, with an audible sob, Grey grabbed me and hugged me to him. He buried his face in my shoulder and held on as the sobs took him over. I kept stroking his hair, smoothing my hand up and down his strong back. After a few minutes, the heaving slowed then stopped. My shirtfront was soaked. Grey pulled away as if embarrassed. He pushed me away gently then walked away to the door. He stepped into his boots and grabbed his coat. Then he was gone into the night. I didn't follow. My leg wouldn't support it and I wouldn't know where to look. With how dark it was, he could stand just five feet away and I wouldn't see him. So I hobbled back over to the bed and waited. I fell asleep waiting. With the gray light of morning, streaming in my face, I realized that Grey hadn't come back to bed. I didn't know where he was. But I was afraid to look outside. Once with and once without his knowledge I had invaded his fiercely guarded privacy. I didn't want to again unless invited. I got up and went to the door, intending only to peek then shut the door. But he wasn't standing just outside. I searched the horizon, at least what I could see of it. He wasn't around. I stepped outside, intending to search for him when I heard him call out to me. Just my name: Seth. I turned to find him in the pool. Steam rose around him and his skin was rosy. There were snowflakes dusting in his eyelashes and in his newly shorn hair. They also dusted the dark mat of hair covering his chest. It wasn't supposed to be an erotic sight. But it was; very much so. He called to me again by name. I loved the sound of his gravelly voice calling out to me. I walked the ten steps to the edge of the pool where I found his clothes in a pile. He motioned me into the water. He told me it would help with my leg. I shucked the borrowed thermal suit and walked into the water. It was warmer, but not uncomfortably so, than a hot tub. It bubbled at my feet slightly. I immediately relaxed. Near where Grey sat, there was a shelf of rocks. He had me sit by him. We didn't talk, but let the warm water sooth. I was still pretty bruised, not permanently injured, but it was in a really ugly recovery stage. It was pleasant. It was mellow. The snow falling was hypnotic. It rested on the water for a split second before disappearing. Then of course there was the snow that caught on Grey. It sprinkled the hair on his chest and I caught myself a couple of times, staring. Grey looked at me too. But he was assessing my bruises. He apologized for not having any leeches in the water so it would clear up the bruises. I didn't bring up last night, and neither did he. After a quiet hour in which I discovered a peace I had never known, he told me we should get out. I protested, but he assured me we could go back, but the water wasn't healthy to sit in for too long. He got out first and donned his suit with his back to me. Maybe he did notice my checking him out. But red cotton underwear clings and clings even more when wet. He turned to give me a hand out and I saw how well the cotton clung to him. I almost sank down into the water for fear of sporting an erection. But I kept it under control and climbed out and donned my own outfit. I wasn't ashamed of my reaction, but I was afraid of adding to Grey's troubles. We talked a little more that afternoon. I found out he had been in the Army and was a mechanic. I told him all about my dreams. I explained why I loved flying and even though my plane had crashed, it was due to faulty equipment, not my error. I wasn't afraid to go back up. I couldn't wait to fly again. He laughed for the first time. He did have dimples. His laugh was gruff, like he hadn't done it in a long, long time. But it was still one of the nicest sounds I could remember. And for one second, the sadness left his eyes. He had been handsome before, but when he smiled, he became beautiful. Alone No More Warning: This work does contain f/f sex along with m/f sex. And I would like to add that I'm not following any traditional werewolf traits, etc. Enjoy, and don't forget to rate and/or comment ;) -EmoxRainbows Being alone isn't all that bad. I mean, there is no one to boss you around, no one to serve, no rules but your own, and no punishment. No awkward Thanksgivings. no scrambling to get the perfect Christmas gift for someone else. No birthdays, anniversaries, deaths, or other special occasions to memorize; just your own of course. However, there are plenty of drawbacks when you're a werewolf and alone. The wolf within yearns to e with a pack, to be guided by a respectable Alpha, to have a huge family, structure, customs, tradition, and to never be alone. My wolf has been tamed to be obedient. We are one, not two in one. She no longer has an incredible urge to sleep outside, be in a pack, have an Alpha, run in free in my true form, or make me the beast it wants to be. It took me many years of perfecting but I controlled my wolf. Not banish it from me, but simply calmed her. As a result, my human is punished via insomnia, depression, short-temper, and plenty of social anxiety. Courtesy of my wolf. I told you I perfected taming her, I never said it didn't come with a price. By the way, my name is Vera. Vera Delaney, exiled werewolf of the Wampcott Pack. Yeah, I used to belong to a pack; crazy right? I had a loving mother and father. I smiled, I was happy, and then the committed suicide in front of me one night. I was blamed, because werewolves just don't kill themselves. So I was beat almost to death and labeled a rogue as I was thrown out of the pack and out on my ass at the tender age of ten. Tough pill to swallow? Sure Did I survive? Yeah, as a matter of fact I did. I lived on the streets. Did small community service acts for money. I was taken in by a pack of rogues that were older and was taught many things; academic and misellanious. I wouldn't really call them a pack. It was more a group of rogue wolves living in a 2 family home with a lot of rooms. There was no Alpha, so it was, for the most part, a mess. But it was home and family for a while. I usually kept to myself because I was still taming my wolf. I was 16 when I mastered it. The others thought I was crazy for breaking the spirit of our most precious friend. So, for that, they outcasted me a bit, it hurt but I got over it. They let me stay anyways. I did let her loose every once in awhile, I didn't see what the big deal was. I simply taught my wolf that I'd let her out when she needed but she couldn't be causing me trouble because I was out on the streets. After all, I had no one to fall back on since I wasn't in a pack. Like I said, after years of practice, persuasion, and perseverance I finally got her to cooperate. When I was old enough to go into estrus I found myself responding to the female scent as well as male. It made me very confused. Who would've thought there could be bisexual werewolves? I didn't... Even when I wasn't in estrus I was horny as hell. Teenage hormones, I concluded. All I wanted was to feast on some succulent pussy and/or get fucked like there was no tomorrow by a powerful cock. Decisions, decisions. But I never pursued relationships as a teen. One, I didn't want to. Two, I was too depressed. Three, men were only thinking with their genitals. And four, women were over romantical, love sick, brainwashed drama queens. Well, some of them were. But for those reasons is why I only seeked out sex. All I wanted was sweet release. I sought out ovulating girls because they were the most horny and willing at that time. And I looked for any guy who was going to give it to me rough, but good. My promiscuity tapered off by the time I was twenty. A lot of things happened when I was twenty. I moved out of rogue house, got a well paying job, got a decent one-bedroom apartment, eased up my wolf a bit more and lost the insomnia and almost all of the depression. But the social anxiety and short-temper remained, although not as severe. ###### Sitting in the apartment isn't so amusing to me when I'm in estrus so I went out and walked around the suburb. Here I was, 22, still no mate, and its driving me insane. Alone is okay, but part of me still wants to be normal, if you could call it that. I walked down some back street I notices some ladies walking in my direction. Immediately recognize part of their scent as vampire. Ugh, disgusting. We all glare at each other as we pass. Then I notice something interesting. Then I noticed something interesting, one of them wasn't glaring at me and her scent... Her scent was very familiar. It only took me a moment but I finally realize that she was ovulating. Oh lord. I can't resist. But I knew better than to approach her when the wolf to vampire ratio was off. I just kept walking. But as I go to turn onto another street her scent gets closer and she grabs my arm. "Uh excuse me, but uh, hi my name is Averie." I turned to meet her beautiful face. "I'm Vera. you can let go of my arm now. I assure you, you have my attention Averie." I smirked. She let go of me nervously and apologized. "Well I was just wondering if you'd like to go to a bar or-" I cut her off, "I don't like social situations. So would you like to come home with me? I think it would be more comfortable for the both of us." I said while bravely reaching out and caressing her cheek. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm quite a bit of a seductress? She nodded her head slowly. I gave her a small smile and humored her with idle chit-chat until we were lip locked against my closed bedroom door. I was feeling great and since my wolf was in estrus, she eased up on the social anxiety. She knows that getting laid was god for the both of us. I laid her down on the bed, and told her to strip. She did so as I did the same. The smell of her cunt was driving me mad. She was ripe, ready, and I was going to delve into those delicious wet folds. I was going to give it to her good. I stalked over to the bed. I got in beside her and embraced her. We shared a few desperate and passionate kisses before I rolled on top of her and ravished her neck in kisses and nips. I had no desire to full-on bite her and taste the stale blood that seemingly 'pumped' through her veins. Even though she must've been a new vampire since she was still getting her period and she looked to be about 25, which meant she was between 30-50; probably. But no thank you on the blood. I like to taste live specimens. She took over then, and started going nuts on my neck. I liked her ministrations for the most part but I was afraid she'd want a little more out of my necks than the hickies she planting. Sure enough, I felt her fangs graze my bruised skin. I pushed her back from my neck. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" She gave me pleading eyes while she stroked my arm and said, "I'll stop, I promise. Just a little taste, please?" "Hell no! I didn't bring you here so you could gnaw on my neck for dinner." I hissed. She drew me in for a kiss then said, "You smell so good baby. i'll make it feel really good for you. No pain." As much as I hated to be feasted on, her offer gave me an idea... "No pain? It'll just be pleasurable?" "Yeah, I swear. Just a little initial sting from the fangs but other than that completely pleasurable." Her eyes glowed. She was going to get exactly what she wanted but with a kinky twist to accommodate me of course. "Okay-" She lunged her head at my neck before I could finish saying my thought. I pushed her back into the pillows, her eyes held confusion when I met them. "Let me finish. I'll let you bite me, but it's going to be where I want it; okay?" She nodded. "I'll let you know when and where to bite okay?" She licked her lips and nodded slowly. I had a good feeling she would enjoy this as much as I would. While I was licking the insides of her thighs, she told me she hadn't been touched in a few years. I sighed and moved up to the ruby curls above her pussy, running my nose through them. Great, I thought, I'll give her something to last her another few years. Finally I gave her what she'd been begging me for. I ran my tongue up and down her moist slit, then delved my tongue into her folds. Her taste made my pussy weep. She cried out my name as I squeezed my lips around her engorged clit. That kept her writhing and mewling below me. Her breathing became erratic, I knew she was close so I inserted three fingers in her warm channel, curving upwards near her entrance to get at a spot that I knew that would make her cum in moments. She started screaming she was cumming and I sucked full force. She had no idea what her taste, her smell, and all those wicked noises she was making were doing to me. I desperately wanted to reach back and touch myself but that would ruin the intense pleasure she was going to be giving in a few minutes. She came under all the sensation she was feeling. She laid in oblivion for a few minutes, catching her breath as I placed kisses all over her body. She was beautiful... for a blood sucker. Averie slowly rose to sit facing me and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips. She laid a hand on my chest and gently pushed, motioning me to lie down. I complied, very excited I was going to get some release, but I didn't let it show; my face remained stoic with a hint of lust. Averie dragged her mouth down to my neck to make another hickie. She proceeded down to each nipple to suck on my tits and nip at each areola. She continued to make her way down to my navel. All the while her hands were rubbing up and down my sides. She licked the inside of my belly button until I moaned and begged her to keep moving south. Thankfully, she did so the first time I asked. You do not want to mess with a female werewolf in estrus. She playfully nuzzled my tuft of pubes then got straight to business, sucking my clit and lapping at it like a dog... Ha, how ironic. She was driving me mad. Everything she did felt wonderful. Her finger inside me, her lips on my clitoris, and also her tongue also working it's magic anywhere it could. Then I felt the wave of euphoria approaching, and approaching fast. I moaned even louder than I already had been and untangled my hands from her hair. I pulled her head up but her fingers were still working me. Trying to catch my breath and not gasp wildly, I told her, "I'm about to come. When I tell you to bite me, bite my clit right away. We're going to get what we want. Mmm." She nodded and shoved her face back into my crotch and began working harder than before. God bless her... not that I'm religious or anything. Oh shit, and there it was. I was getting closer and closer and even if she stopped now it would still be getting closer. I groaned and then screamed, "Now! Bit my clit, bitch!" During sex I have a fetish for pain. Not bondage or stuff like that. I mean, I like getting held down and getting fucked. But no hooks, ties, whips, etc. etc. However, I like the scratching, slapping, some spanking, and plenty of biting. So the anticipation I had for this bite was enough to get me more than hot and bothered. She bit my clitoris just as my orgasm was washing over me. The sting of her fang piercing my sensitive nub was just a teaser. The pure ecstasy that followed pulsed through every nerve in my body, making every nerve tingle with delight. My clit was hyper-sensitive but her sucking on it was wonderful. My head throbbed with the rush it all gave me. I never wanted this to end. As she promised, she unlatched her mouth from me and sat back in her own pleasure. I laid in the afterglow for a long time. I was so dizzy and lightheaded, I couldn't even see or think straight. I felt so high I was involuntarily moving my head from side to side. Jesus, I could've passed out! Cloud nine had a beautiful view but I slowly made my way descent back to Earth. I was no longer numb and could feel and hear things again. Averie was cuddled up beside me; her head was on my shoulder and an arm lay across my abdomen. I was usually a 'fuck-and-run' kind of girl but sleep was the first thing on my mind so I guess I would be sharing my bed tonight. She was well fed. I was well fucked. Seemed like a perfect recipe for sleep. ######## I woke up the next morning with a dull ache between my legs. She didn't tell me that it would be bothersome afterwards. Sly bloodsucker she was... After I opened my eyes, I noticed she was still lying against my side. The sight of her pale skin sickened me; but other that, the icy touch of her skin, and the fact that she was a bloodsucker, she was gorgeous. The sunlight hit her just right. Silky auburn hair, smooth skin, filled out in all the right places, peacefully sleeping without a care. Like she hasn't ever had any hardships. I'll admit, it did piss me off but this was fucking... not caring or emotional relationship crap! Her lithe body stretched over mine, waking up. She smiled up at me and kissed the center of my chest. "Good morning." She whispered. A corner of my mouth twitched into what I hoped looked like a smile as I replied, "Morning." I disentangled our limbs and went to the kitchen with her in tow, clothing herself. She plopped down on the couch in the living room to put her shoes on. The coffee finished and I poured her and myself a cup. She graciously took it then gulped the whole mug down in one swig and stood. "I've gotta go. Thanks for the coffee, and last night." She reached out and traced a finger around one of the hickies she gave my neck last night. Then darted out of my apartment. I like that she left right away, I was afraid I'd have to sweet talk her into leaving; that's why I made the coffee. Maybe she has the 'fuck-and-run' policy too. That thought alone made me smile. ######## I took the last pull of my beer and put it back on the bar with a contented sigh. This bar is the only one I'd ever go to. It's hard to find, as it is located on the outskirts of town, so not many people know about it. A busy night was about 20 patrons. The place wasn't too small but seated about 30 comfortably. The bartender was the only friend I had in my life, Robyn. She was a rogue werewolf as well; I met her through an aquaintience. Its her bar and the only people who hang out here are other weres, or mythical creatures of some sort. She came back over to me with my 17th beer that night. The body heat of a werewolf burns alcohol quickly. Robyn stood in front of me behind the counter, washing glasses, to keep me company. She entertained me with gossip of outlandish patrons earlier in the week. "Oh by the way, why the hell do you reek of vampire??" She asked with a cocked eyebrow. 'Caught,' I thought to myself. I scrammbled for an answer without having to admit the truth... "Oh my god, why would you do something like that with a bloodsucker, Vera?" "I have my reasons..." I decided to keep the fact that I was so horny that I got into bed with a vampire, to myself. "Estrus?" She guessed with a knowing look. I sighed and nodded. No use keeping secrets from her. Plus, she could smell me in heat. I wasn't being very bright that night. After she finished chat=stising me, she sniffed the air as a man walked in. I told her that his scent seemed really weird but Robyn said that there was nothing out the ordinary about it. So I looked at the stranger; he had sat down at the bar, 5 seats away from me. Robyn went to go tend to him, he was a whiskey drinker. They shared a few friendly words then Robyn came back over to me with a smile, I had to peal my eyes away from the handsome stranger. "I think you should go say hi." She suggested in a chipper tone. "Fuck no," had she lost her mind? "I'm not saying hi to anyone, you know how I am." She pouted then said that he would be a great fuck, trying to sell me into the idea of approaching someone. But the more I thought about it, the more I thought it would be interesting. I'd never fucked a male werewolf while in estrus before. I was sold. She saw the mischevious twinkle in my eye and knew I was sold. But I'd never approached men, or anyone for that matter, with other people around. before I could tell Robyn no and explain, I felt a tap on my shoulder which made me jump and immediately made me want to tear the finger off of the person who dare touch me. I turned in my chair to the handsome stranger. Oh lord... He was hot. He smiled down at me and held out his hand. "Hey there, I didn't mean to startle you. Sorry, I'm Micah." Up close, his smell intoxicated me. 'Am I sick?' I snapped out of my reverie and cautiously took his hand and kept my facial expression stoic. "Vera. I'd appreciate it if you'd not spook me." "Sure. I won't do it again." He said, still smiling. There was something about this man, Micah, that I found intriguing. After getting to know each other better in the bar, I relaxed a lot more. Seeing this, Micah asked me back to his place for 'a glass of wine.' I, of course, accepted and we continued our little chat on our walk to his place just a few blocks away. The facade of the building looked worn and haggard but the interior of his apartment looked rustic with the bare brick walls and hardwood floors. Scentless candles were scattered over almost every surface. It looked like he took a lot of women home. But I couldn't talk, I did too. I made myself comfortable on his beige couch while he fetched us a bottle of wine and two glasses. I f he thought he had to woo me before I'd let him have me, he was wasting his time. His scent alone got me wet. And all of this was keeping me wet. Tease. He sat down facing me on the couch, and poured the wine. The silence was comfortable with the candles glowing around us, making his face even more gorgeous. Yeah he actually went around and lit every candle. This guy can probably smell my arousal yet he wants to act like I'm playing hard to get. What a fucking tease. He talked about the ins and outs of his job and while he was in mid sentence about the shipping department, I cut him off, "What are you doing?" "What?" He asked, genuinely confused. "I know you can smell me. This fucking ridiculous!" "Oh... Of course I can smell you." "And I can smell yours too. Just cut it out. I don't need all this crap just for a fuck." "I know but I don't just wanna fuck you like the rest, ya know. You... you smell different. Do I smell different to you?" I calmed down realizing that this weird feeling was mutual. I sipped my wine. "Yeah." "So I don't know what to do. Therefore, I'm taking things slow." I nodded I wasn't happy but I was ready to GO. I'd never fucked a male werewolf in estrus and now that my chance was right here in front of me, I was anxious and my pussy was dripping. He moved closer to me on the couch and placed a hand on thigh. Then he started kissing me my neck, and it felt so nice that a groan slipped from my mouth and into his. This encouraged him to move the hand on my thigh to between my legs. He ran his finger along my slit through my damp panties. "Enough. Enough, please. For the love of god, just fuck me already." I begged. Oh lord, I was begging. He had me fucking begging. He pulled away from me and started pulling off all his clothes. I followed suit, these articals of clothing separated us too much. He stood up from the couch and I took in his whole body. He was tall, lean, and lightly muscled. Barely any fat on his sinewy body. A full head of curly hair reached below his ears. Clean shaven face. A bright white smile. Beautiful hazel eyes. More thick curls covered his chest and trailed down his stomach to his pubic pelt, from which a gorgeous cut, 6-inch cock jutted out. Alone No More We went to his bedroom and I laid down. He blanketed himself on top of me. His hot cock against against my thigh made me groan. "How do you want it, love?" He asked me, fondling my breasts. "I want you to hold me down, hard and I want you to fuck me hard. Anything but gentle, okay? Bite me, scratch me, slap me, spank me, or choke me, okay? I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to FUCK me. Got it?" "Crystal," He chuckled. "Now please," I grinded against his leaking prick, "Fuck me?" "Yes. You're so impatient." "You're so slow." "Roll over onto your stomach so I can hold you down properly." He chuckled again. I rolled over, spread my legs, and pushed my hips up. I wanted it soooo bad. He bent over me and grabbed the back of my neck and pushed it into the pillow. I moved my head to the side so I wasn't face down. I felt him press his condom clad to my eager hole. Then he chuckled once again. "Uh, should we have a safety word?" "Fuck me! Just fuck me! What is wrong with you?" My pussy was dripping, I just needed release. "Okay, pineapples it is." And he pushed in roughly. Finally! It felt so good. Oh lord. He was just the right size. Perfect thickness, perfect length; he fit like a charm. "You okay?" He asked gasping. "Never been better, now fuck me please." And he slowly receded then rammed back into the hilt. Oh fuck. I screamed out in pleasure. The pace was kept hard and fast. "Ohhh yesss." I hissed between my panting. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. He pushed harder on my neck, choking me so delightfully. Every once in awhile he let me suck in a breath then continued choking me. As I felt my climax getting closer he bucked his hips into mine even harder. It was scary how he knew just what I needed. He reached around and teased my engorged clit with his thumb. Then I lost it. The immense pleasure just cascaded over me. I tensed, heat rose through my body, and then I went limp against the bed; of course after I screamed long and loud into the pillow. My whole body was sensitive and tingling. I was in heaven. This was absolutely the best sex I'd ever had. Micah laid over me, continuing his feral assault on my spent pussy. Then with a ferocious growl into my neck he spilled his seed into the rubber barrier between us. I moaned into the pillow as he settled his faces into my neck and let his weight lay against me for just a moment before he had to pull out, what a shame. I actually enjoyed the brief post coital embrace but we weren't mating for real, so the prolonged adjoining to ensure my impregnation was not needed. So he rolled off of me, taking his marvelous cock with him. A shiver ran through me at the loss of his warmth. The bed dipped heralding his return. He, unexpectedly, pulled me against his body and kissed my lips sensuously. "Spending the night?" His look of affection caught me off guard, as they always do, and I quickly sought out an escape plan. "Well, I really should get home before it gets any later." He looked over my head to his clock. "Ah, it is pretty late. Why don't you just stay the night and I'll drive you home right away in the morning?" Who knows why I answered with an, "Okay," but I did. Sigh... We continued to kiss and touch until I felt his member grow against my thigh. I pulled away and looked into his eyes, which were dark with lust. I knew my scent of arousal was apparent too. I nodded then untangled my limbs from his so he could retrieve a condom. He lay back down on his back and I straddled him. He smiled and placed his hand on my hips, to support me as I lowered myself down his shaft. It felt even better the second time. He moaned when I was fully seated while all I could manage was a hum of desire. I ground our pelvises together until I couldn't take it anymore. I rode his cock hard and fast. His hips met mine and ground together before I ascended up his cock. "Ohh fuck." We repeated this pattern until we were close. I could feel him trying to fuck me from below. He was aching to be on top. He turned us over and started into me hard and fast. "Yes, yes!" He whispered in a raspy voice. I felt the bulge at the base of his cock enter my tight pussy, causing me to scream in ecstasy I rubbed my clit while he pinched my nipples. With a wild growl, I came. In the midst of riding my wave of pleasure he scratched my outer thighs, heightening my pleasure even more. As I lay limp, once again, he jackhammered into me until he came with a loud grunt that turned into a growl. He left me for a moment to throw away the condom then he came to the bed to lay on top of me. His arms slid under mine as he kissed me feverishly. I broke away for air and pressed my face into his neck and bit down hard, breaking the skin. I licked at his delicious blood before his wound healed. I relaxed against him, keeping my face against his neck, taking his musk. I'd never enjoyed sex with a man so much. This man smelled wonderful. I was amazed that I was enjoying the closeness of him. What is it about this man? But even though all of these thought stirred in my head I felt myself losing the battle with sleep. "That was amazing Vera." He mumbled sleepily as he turned us over again so I was on top of him. I rested my head against his chest, relishing in the body heat beneath. I was dozing off at that point. "Yeah, it was perfect." ######## In a sleepy haze I felt myself being moved gently onto the bed from the wonderful body I fell asleep on. I fell right back to sleep anyway. Sometime later I was gently roused by soft nudges. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing them to get used to the sunlight coming in through a window. "Good morning Vera." Micah cooed in my ear. As I became more aware, I smelled coffee, eggs, and steak. Holy crap, he made me breakfast! When I sat up the sheets fell off my body, I could feel his eyes on me. He pulled out of his gaze and walked towards the door. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes." He through over his shoulder. After I got dressed and sat at the kitchen table, Micah placed a plate of food in front of me. A small portion of eggs, a small and very rare steak, and two pieces of toast with butter and raspberry jam. Then he handed me a mug of coffee. Wow. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in years. "Thank you Micah. This looks delicious." "You're welcome. After breakfast I can drive you home if you'd like." "Yes I would, thank you." ######## The meal was as good as it looked and smelled. The best part of it was the steak which was barely cooked. It had a nice sear on the outside and was raw in the middle. Perfect. Then, as promised, Micah drove me home. He pulled up in front of my building and we sat for a moment in silence. I decided to speak up first. "So thank you for everything. I had a nice time." I looked over at him with a slight smile. He looked back at me with a wider one. "Yeah, I had a great time too. Will I see you again?' 'I'm at the bar often. I'm sure we'll bump into each other there. Bye Micah." I said quickly, reaching to get out of the car. I could tell he was going to lean in for a kiss but I wasn't going to be that cliche. As I got out of the car I heard him say, "Bye Vera." I didn't look back. My feet mindlessly brought me all the way to my bed, where I fell onto it and cried myself to sleep. Why did I suddenly as though I was a completely different person than I was the night before? ######## I didn't go back to the bar for about a month. To tell you the truth, I was scared of seeing Micah again. Sure he was amazing but he made me feel odd. I didn't get it. I'd been independent my whole fuckin' life but this guy walked into a bar and screwed everything up. He made me feel warm inside and his scent drove me mad. I pined to be near him. But I'd been keeping my distance because I thought maybe it would've gone away. I was sure he didn't feel all of that. But being away from him had made me wary. All I craved was raw meat. My wolf had been going crazy, needing to run wild everyday. I couldn't keep myself physically sated. My right hand had been my only sexual release, and it barely did anything for me. I was craving Micah. I was needing Micah. So I gave in and went down to the bar. Robyn greeted me with my usual lager. "Hey stranger. Haven't seen you in a while. And Micah keeps asking for you. What happened?" "Yeah sorry, I don't know what it is but I just can't get him off my mind. He just makes me feel so... weird and needy; like I'm not myself." I sighed in defeat. "Oh gosh." She gasped. "What?" Do you know what's wrong with me?" "Micah is your mate. There is no doubt about it." "Oh no." I groaned, overwhelming guilt washed over me. No one really taught me about mates. And I never asked about them. I put myself through hell. Ah man... He must not be doing too well either. I'm such an idiot... My brained stopped, everything stopped, because I smelled his scent. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him, he'd just walked through the door. At first he didn't notice, but once he recognized my scent, he made a beeline straight to me. "Hey Robyn. Hi Vera. Where have you been?" I was captivated by him; by everything about him. His scent, eyes, warmth, and his unmistakable scent of arousal. I could feel his eyes burning holes into mine. I broke our gaze, but he still demanded an answer. "I've been busy." I said weakly. What the fuck is wrong with me? "Ha. Yeah, busy avoiding me! Did I do something wrong?" He asked sincerely but I there was no misplacing the anger in his tone. "You're right. I'm sorry. You didn't do anything." "Can we go talk?" "Yeah." I mumbled. He gently took me by the arm, and led me out of the bar. During the walk back to his place he neither spoke to me nor did he let go of my arm; maybe he thought if he did, I'd run. Maybe I actually would've, I was dreading this talk. Once we were both settled on his couch he didn't waste any time getting into this talk. "What did I do Vera? I thought things went pretty well -really well- so why did you hide from me? Did you really not want to see me again?" There was a distinct pain in his voice and eyes. Oh god, I caused him that pain. I'm the worst. "No, no. I wanted to see you again. I was just... afraid." "Afraid? Afraid of me?" "Yes, I mean no. I mean... afraid of how you made me feel." He looked at me with a look of confusion across his face. "Didn't I make you feel good?" "Yes," I reached out and placed my hand over his, which was resting in his lap, "Very good. But there was a much deeper feeling. This need to be near you, to smell you, to hold you, to just be with you. And it scared me because I've been independent all my life and then I met you, and everything changed. I went from content with myself and me alone, to wanting you... needing you." I took a deep breath, trying to ease my emotions. I was giving it my all to keep my tears at bay, but I had to finish. "I thought if I stayed away long enough it would just go away. But it just got worse!" I sobbed, letting my tears run freely down my heated cheeks. All my bottled emotions bubbling to the surface with every vehement weep. It was at that moment that I truly realized how much I'd missed him. "I didn't know if you'd feel the same way. So, to save myself the pain, I stayed away." I took my hand away and looked down at my lap. The unbelievable urge to bare my soul to him took over. "It's pretty much been that way all my life. Not being wanted. My parents left me, my pack rejected me. The rogues that raised me didn't like me much either. So it has just been me, myself, and I. And I was happy with just that because I've always only had myself until you suddenly showed up. I feel sick without you. Crazy even. Now its just unsettling to be alone." I took deep breaths, to try to regain my composure. "Well Vera... I haven't had the same life as you've had. But ever since I met you, I have never needed someone more than I need you in my life. I've never felt this way about a person. I'm so drawn to you. Your smell can get me drunk. My heart soared when I was with you. But when you were away I felt like I was going crazy. I needed to see you, hold you, smell you. I felt fucking insane. And you do that to me, and I don't know how, but you do. I was there every night for the past month, from when I got out of work, at 2, until closing time at the bar, midnight. And when you wouldn't show I thought you didn't like me, or I did something wrong, or maybe something had happened to you. I was so hurt. I knew where you lived and easily could've confronted you but, I didn't want to push my own confusing feelings onto you. There was an instant attraction between us and it's still there. And believe me, it scared me too because of how strong it was. But I didn't ignore it. I wanted to pursue it; with you. I wanted to figure out what was so special between you and I. And when I got the impression that you wanted nothing to do with me, I was deeply hurt, and even more confused. I had figured out that our connection was so instantaneous because we are mates." He grabbed my hand and held it in his. "So now that I've got you," He continued, "You're not running away again. I want to be together. I want you to be comfortable with needing me, but I know that'll take time. But I need you. And I don't want you to think just because you need me back, means you'll lose your independence. You'll still have it. Trust me?" He finished with a smile. I looked up at him. I smiled back and gave his hand a light squeeze. Maybe letting myself stand beside someone like Micah, wouldn't be bad. As a matter of fact, it would be pretty good. "I trust you." He leaned into me and kissed me. And with that kiss, I was exuding my scent of arousal and in return I could smell his. He pulled me onto his lap and ravished my neck with kisses and bites. "You're driving me insane now. Either way I'm crazy about you." He whispered against my neck. Tears filled my eyes. "I'm crazy about you too." I whispered back, choking back a sob. He heard me and pulled away to look at my face. "Hey, hey. What's wrong?" "I'm fine," I pressed my body up against his, and felt his erection between legs, "Just... make love to me. Mate with me." And I kissed him with all the passion I had for him. He gasped into my mouth when I bit his lip. Micah wrapped his arms around me as I put my legs around his waist. He stood and brought us to the bedroom where he laid me down, still frenching me. We broke away from the breath-taking kiss to briskly shed our clothes. I lay on the bed, panting, and staring up at him as he stared down at me from where he was standing beside the bed. Without breaking eye contact with me, in the darkness of his room, he blanketed himself upon me and his lips made sweet love to the tender flesh of my neck, chest, and breasts. I sighed with pleasure, allowing myself to just simply feel all the sensations he was giving me. His hand moved down my abdomen to my pussy which was soaking wet at this point. His tongue teased my lips and clit while his fingers began a sublime assault on my hole. I was in heaven. Then he stopped and covered my body with his once again. Micah captured my mouth with his feverishly, and I responded immediately. He was lightly humping against me, his cock was sliding up and down my slippery slit. "Micah, please." I strained after pulling away from our feral kiss. He chuckled lightly against my cheek and shifted his hips slightly and entered me. I groaned long and loud as he slowly slid into me. The sound that emitted from him was more of a soft growl. He kept the pace gentle and slow. It was calming... relaxing... perfect. I do prefer fast and hard but the slow pace felt wonderful for once in my life. I reached down and pleasured my clit with my index and middle fingers. Bliss coursed through my veins. He pressed his sweat dampened face into my sweat dampened neck and panted, "Are you close, Vera?" "Yesss." I moaned, barely being able to form that answer, as I continued rubbing my sensitive nub more. My answer amused him. Then he began pounding into me. "Micahh." I moaned Micah looked beautiful. Sweaty skin, all those muscles pulsing and flexing, and his eyes were looking deep into mine. His eyes held the passion, the lust, and (the scariest one of all) love. "Oh god Vera. I'm gonna cum!" No sooner did he pant that out, his teeth sunk into the supple flesh of my neck. I moaned in response, too in the moment to say a coherent thought. I was about to climax as well and then, finally, the pleasure crashed over me and my body convulsed beneath his. I heard him growl loudly as he entered me one last time before shooting his load into the condom. I shimmied myself off of him as he leaned back and quickly disposed of the spent condom. He had the funniest look of bewilderment on his face. I smiled and flipped us over. I was running out of time. I laid against him and impaled myself on his cock again, getting the nub at the base of his cock into my pussy before it hardened into place any further. Good, I'd just made it. I yelped at the initial pain but smiled down at him knowing we'd have to stay like this for a while. He smiled back at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, understanding my motives then. He pulled the covers over us and I snuggled my head into his warm chest and breathed in his scent. I love him. "I love you Micah." I looked up at his face and kissed him. "And I love you Vera." I thought being alone suited me perfectly. And I thought sharing my life with someone else would just be torture. But if that someone is Micah, then I know that would suit me perfectly. Don't forget to rate, comment, or send me some feedback! Thanks, hope you liked it! :D Alone No More Grey got a job as a mechanic with a different airline at the airport. His nightmares still came from time to time, less each passing week. I simply loved him out of it or held him, when it was too much, and let him cry it out. About two months later, one of my coworkers' wives was having a difficult pregnancy and he wanted to stay closer to home. I was next up on the rotation and agreed to take his Seattle to Washington run for a couple of days. The only problem is that it is an overnight trip. But, I had no choice. I had made it to Dulles with no problem and checked into my hotel room. But I had a hard time sleeping. It takes a few days getting used to someone in your bed and even longer getting used to sleeping without them. I did drift off though after a couple of hours. The phone ringing woke me up a few hours later. All I heard was my name spoken in a small, panicked voice. "Seth." "Baby, I'm here. What's wrong?" "Seth." "Tell me what's wrong!" "I had it again." "Oh God! I wish I were there with you. Talk to me. I'm here, on the phone. I can hear you. Tell me." "Oh Seth, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called. You need your sleep. I'm sorry. I've got to go." "Don't hang up!" "I've got to go. Sorry." Then I had dial tone. My anxiety and guilt, pushed high because he sounded so alone, so sad, made me angry. I grabbed the phone and called him back. I got the machine. I know he was there, listening. "You had better pick up that phone. Don't you ever hang up on me again! I need to know you are all right. Damn it! If you don't pick up that phone, when I get home, I will make you suffer. I will strip you naked and kiss you for an hour, only touching you with my mouth. Then I will flip you on your belly and rim you for an hour. And if you even touch your cock, I will slap your hands away. Then I'm going to jerk off and make you watch. Then I'm going to talk to you, tell you what I plan to do to you. And when you are writhing, begging for release, I'm going to take my black silk, the one you like so well, and stroke every inch of your body but where you need it most. Then—" He picked up the phone, cutting me off. "I love you." "Well shit! That stopped a really good fantasy." My anger already deflated, gone in the majesty of hearing him say the words to me for the first time. "Its true. I do love you." "I know. Are you okay?" "Great. Thank you. I panicked again." "I know. Just don't hang up on me. I don't care if you wake me up or not. I want you to." "God! I love you so much." "I love you too." "When are you getting home?" "My flight should get in at noon. I can be home at one. Care to meet me?" "Yeah, I have the day off. Call me from the airport and I'll be ready. Maybe have a surprise for you." "Sounds good. So you're okay?" "Yeah. Good night, Seth." "Good night, Grey. I love you." I showed up at the airport with a grin on my face. I was still smiling during preflight. I finally put it aside to fly home. Uneventful the whole way, I still forced myself to not think too much about the upcoming events. We got into Seattle ten minutes ahead of schedule. I turned the plane over and completed the post flight briefing. Then I grabbed my bag and headed into the car park, cell phone in hand, dialing home. I got Grey and told him I'd be there in a few minutes. He told me to find him in the bedroom. I got hard right there. I had a difficult time fitting under my steering wheel. I tilted the wheel up so I could drive and broke one or two speed limits getting home. I pulled into the garage and left my bag and cell in the car. I walked into the house and started leaving a trail of clothes to the bedroom. I was so hard that I throbbed and bobbed once free of my briefs. I turned into the bedroom and froze. I stood entranced when I saw Grey. He was lying on the bed, wearing only a pair of my light gray briefs. His erection was pushing into the fabric. My underwear was a couple of sizes too small for him and the fabric stretched so tightly over him, that I could see each vein on his cock and the flared tip of the head. I felt pre-cum push out of me and hit my foot. I watched Grey watch me drip. I saw a wet patch spread on the cotton. I licked my lips. He watched me do that as well. I still didn't move, still enchanted by his beauty. He lowered a hand to his chest and brushed his thumb over one nipple repeatedly. Just brushing back and forth, feather light. I watched his body hitch. He never let his eyes leave mine. Then I saw him throw his head back and cry out. My eyes latched onto his cock twitching as semen was pushed through the cotton, jetting and pooling on his thigh. It was too much and I felt myself tighten and shoot. It shot out a few feet and splat on the hard wood floor before easing to a gentle trickle on my foot. I have never in my life had a spontaneous orgasm, getting off from just seeing someone else shoot. By the look of wonder on Grey's sweaty face, he hadn't either. I was still hard and so was Grey. I moved to the bed, finally free to move, and pulled the underwear off him. I scooped my drippings off my foot and what was pooled in the briefs and squelched it into his hole. We had never done this before, but today, I was making him mine. I was going in. All I saw was trust and love in Grey's eyes. He wanted this and was ready. I kept moving my fingers into him, testing him, twisting, and making him ready. He arched his back and grabbed my hips, begging me to move forward. I removed my fingers and saw him twitch. I placed myself at his opening and pushed forward, gently, slowly, not wanting to hurt. He arched his back and pulled me further into him. I was twice as long as Grey, but he pulled me into him until I was buried inside. I stayed in place, waiting for Grey to be completely comfortable. After a couple of minutes I started to move, pulling out slightly, then pushing in. He took me, all of me. I moved my shaft along his prostate in long, smooth strokes. I could feel it pulse and twitch against me as I ran by it. His thighs pulled and squeezed my hips. His hands moved over my shoulders and chest, touching, caressing, and squeezing in ecstasy. I usually last a long time if I've cum once, but not this time. He had me fisted in warm silk and I was building too fast. I was afraid I would leave Grey behind, but his face showed his own pleasure, he was close too. I felt him hard, poking into my belly. I forced myself to lie on top of him, squishing his hardness between our sweaty bellies, adding to his stimulation. It was enough, it was too much and I watched as ecstasy spread across his face. Then I felt him spasm rhythmically around my shaft, finding his release. I felt warmth spread over our bellies and smelled the heady aroma of sex and semen. I saw love in his eyes and could smell his pleasure in my nose. I felt him milk me and I tripped right then, shuddering hard into him. The waves were crashing and I didn't know if I could survive them. I blacked out. I awoke a few minutes later, nestled in Grey's strong arms. He had my face placed against his chest and one of his big thighs wedged between mine. His large body dwarfed me, but I didn't feel anything but safe. His big hands smoothed over my shoulder and hair. Then I felt him kiss the top of my head. The nightmares will probably never go away, not entirely. But each day, the haunted, sad look in Grey's eyes recedes further and further. Now he smiles most of the time, showing the world his inner beauty. So now I get two dreams: I get to fly nearly every day and the man I love sleeps in my arms, content and safe.