0 comments/ 5729 views/ 4 favorites Brockway Mountain Dove Ch. 01 By: KieranSoares I felt my tongue skim across the outer surface of my fangs as I watched her hungrily. The water running down her body made her skin glisten the color of the full moon above. My jeans were beginning to feel tight, and I looked down to see a hard bulge forming. Damn, I wanted her... I'd wanted her since the moment I became interested in women when I was fifteen and she was thirteen. I'd had so many women in the past ten years, all just to get rid of the raging hormones. Every single one, I pretended they were her, but none of them even came close to what I wanted. They weren't Selene. I wanted to do so many things to her, but all of those things seemed too rough for such a perfect and beautiful and fragile goddess. She turned in the cold water of the river, her left side facing me. Her perfectly-sized breasts rested on her chest just right, and her nipples were fully erect from the cold of the river. I crouched down to hide myself better, and tried to keep myself from salivating. How many times had I watched her like this and fantasized about what I'd do if I could show myself and have her right here? I was a peeping tom and a pervert... I was in the middle of mentally beating myself up when a tiny sound caught my attention. My ears flicked forward to attention, and then I caught the glint of eyes, staring from across the river at Selene. Someone else was watching her! Watching MY Selene! She, being human, didn't hear the sound, but my wolf senses caught it all. Before I knew what I was doing, I leapt out from my hiding place with a vicious snarl and leapt through the water and to the opposite side of the river. Selene let out a startled cry at my sudden appearance and covered herself, dropping down into the water for extra cover. I threw myself into the brush and landed on a skinny gray werewolf teenager. I bit him in warning- not hard enough to hurt him, but like my wolf ancestors nipped fellow wolves who were causing trouble. The boy yelped, and he stumbled over his own feet- or should I say, his unzipped and fallen pants- and he struggled to pull them up over his own hard-on. He ran like hell was after him, and as I began calm, I realized I'd just fucked up. Selene had to know I had been watching... but maybe she'd forget that because I chased away the kid? Oh, Jesus... "Ciaran...?" Selene called softly, a bit afraid after my sudden outburst. "Ciaran... is that you...?" My ears flattened. Now I had to face her... "Yeah, it's me." I emerged from the brush, but kept my eyes respectfully averted, trying not to make my situation any worse. "Who was that...?" She moved closer to the bank, but kept herself submerged below the shoulders. "Some kid, I dunno." I glanced at her. "You okay? I didn't mean to scare you..." "I'm fine. Thank you," she offered me a smile. I came to the realization at her expression that- holy shit!- she totally didn't think I was spying! Maybe she just thought I was passing by and caught a glimpse of the kid? "Ciaran..." She pulled me from my thoughts and I averted my eyes once again. "Yeah?" "Could you hand me my towel, please?" I looked up and there hung the white cloth on a branch. I pulled it down and stepped down to the bank, ready to hold it out for her to take when she rose from the water, still covering herself, but it didn't leave much to the imagination. I already knew what she looked like nude, very very well in fact. But I looked away for her sake, and she took the towel to wrap it around her glistening wet body. Her long jet-black hair was plastered down her neck and to her shoulder blades, and her ice-blue eyes shone like starlight... Damn, she was beautiful. "Um..." I struggled to find something to say to fill the void of silence, but she beat me to the punch. "I'm going to get dressed... would you walk me back home after?" My ears flicked forward. Really? Awesome! I loved it when I got a chance to walk her home! I loved talking to her, even when neither of us had much to say. Hell, she could just spew random shit about nothing and I'd love it. "Yeah, sure," I answered a little too excitedly, but I quickly tempered it with the nonchalant addition of: "I'll protect you from the big bad wolves." "The only big bad wolf around here is you, puppy," she playfully pushed me- her hand on my chest felt AMAZING- and she went to find cover behind a tree. Minutes later, she emerged with her hair done up in a ponytail and her body covered by simple blue jeans, a white tank top and her dark tan jacket and a pair of simple black shoes. She came to take my arm, and I glanced down to make sure she couldn't see my erection that was beginning to reform. Dammit, I could see it. So to hide it, I carried her towel and a bag she'd brought and held them in front of me. The pressure of the items held against my front didn't help the raging hard-on at all. We made our way back toward our tribe's home together and I gladly walked her to the front door of her small home where she lived on her own. "Thank you, Ciaran," she smiled up at me and took her things back from me. Thank god she didn't look down... "Uh, yeah. Anytime," I offered a cool grin to cover up everything that I was really feeling. "I might just have to take you along next time I go to have a bath in the river," she kissed my cheek, and I froze. I felt like I was about to burst. Both my chest and my jeans. "Night, Ciaran." "Night..." I could barely breathe, and when her door closed behind her, I got hold of myself and I headed home. I lived only a five-minute walk from her, down the dirt road. Our tribe lived in Copper Harbor, a small town at the northernmost part of Upper Michigan. Most of us clustered in the forest outside the town. My house, on the other hand, was just a little place that stood on the northern slope of Brockway Mountain to the west edge of town. Selene lived right along the road into Copper Harbor. When I finally reached my door, I just couldn't stand it anymore... I had to get out this tension. I made my way round back of my house and I found my back against a tree. Leaning my head back till it rested against the bark, I let my imagination take over as I unzipped my jeans and drew out the rock-hard shaft through the opening in my boxers. I was pretty proud of it, I was damned good with it and it was enough to make a lot of men ashamed of their own. As my fingers wrapped around the thick length, images of Selene, naked and laying in my bed, waiting for me, came into my mind. She beckoned me forward, and I came to her call. I crawled up over the sheets to her, and her fingers reached out to my exposed cock, wrapping around it lovingly. Simultaneously in my mind and in reality, our hands stroked gently up and down my shaft, and I let a quiet groan escape, "Selene..." I whispered. She smiled up at me, and she gently pulled me forward and turned me, sitting me up against my headboard. I slid down the tree, sitting just the same at its roots, and our hands began to stroke just a little faster up and down my manhood. I whispered her name again. My imagination took its own path and I found myself licking my hand as Selene began to lean down. My saliva-wetted hand came down over my cock head as her lips did, and a louder groan erupted from my chest. She buried my shaft to the hilt into her mouth and throat and swallowed once, which sent a shiver through my body as I began to lose my grasp on reality. Damn, she was good... Her tongue swirled around my cock as she drew it slowly from her throat, and almost from her lips, but it never quite left as she repeated the action, up and down several times, picking up speed. One of her hands was braced on my pelvis with her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of my cock. I didn't know what the other was doing til I felt her fingers begin to massage my balls. God, it felt amazing. I didn't want it to end, but it was about to. I felt the pressure building, and I had to release it before it became painful. She knew it, and just in time, she buried my shaft in her throat again. I let out a loud, long groan, and my seed shot down her throat. Then I came back to reality. I opened my eyes, and saw my seed spilled across the debris of twigs and leaves on the forest floor. "Fuck..." I sighed, wishing I hadn't awoken. Well, at least I didn't feel like my jeans were gonna tear open anymore. My cock lay half-limp in my hand now, and I stared at it almost angrily. God, I wanted her... So bad that every detail of my fantasies was vivid enough to become almost surreal. I eventually rose and zipped up my jeans, heading inside. I needed sleep... It was gonna be a long day tomorrow if I didn't... That night, I dreamt of her, a more lucid dream than I'd ever had before. I almost wanted to cry, wanting her so badly for my own. Not just for sex. Hell, I'd abstain for eternity if I could just kiss her and hold her and call her mine. Oh, well... Brockway Mountain Dove Ch. 02 I woke to the heat of the morning sun on my face and across my chest. I opened my eyes a sliver to see the wooden ceiling of my bedroom, and I sighed. Fuck, that was a good dream... I rolled over, only for something to get in the way. I looked down, and sighed at myself. Morning wood, of course. That always seemed to happen when I dreamt of her... It'd go away soon enough. I rose from bed and ran my fingers back over my head, smoothing my fur. My ears perked forward and I turned to face my bedroom mirror. Staring back at me was an image I took great pride in keeping up. Thick and glossy mahogany fur, solid except for the lighter color on my face and front. I examined myself thoroughly as I did every morning. If I wasn't happy with something, I would fix it as fast as possible. I was satisfied with my fit and broad build and my fur looked nice, requiring only smoothing here and there. And then I came to my least favorite feature. My eyes. They were bright and cold blue. I didn't like them, they made me look younger than I really was. Most werewolves like my lost their blue eyes around twelve. Mine had never gone away, and I was already twenty-five. But girls loved them. Especially human girls, so I didn't try to fix them with contacts or anything like that. I currently wore only my black boxers, the only thing I wore to bed if I ever wore anything at all. I went and rummaged through my pinewood dresser and found a pair of dark blue jeans. Most of us male werewolves in the tribe didn't wear shirts til winter. We had our fur to keep us warm and protected. So, I pulled on the jeans and made my way out to my small kitchen. I went looking through my fridge, only to find I had pretty much nothing. Oh, well. I had to go to Eagle Harbor for groceries before the fall festival started anyway. I let the fridge door swing shut and I grabbed my keys from the counter. Outside, my blue Ford pickup waited for me, and when I hopped in and hit the ignition, it groaned to life. I needed a new truck... I drove off down the mountain path and on toward Copper Harbor's nearest neighbor, Eagle Harbor, a larger town with more people and less peace. I hated cities, that was why I hadn't left the tribe when I turned eighteen... well, that and Selene. As I entered Eagle Harbor, I flicked on my radio to the old bluegrass channel and tapped my foot on the accelerator after hitting the cruise control. It didn't take me long to reach the general store. Whatever I couldn't get here, Copper Harbor's store had it. If these places didn't have it, you didn't need it, that was the area's motto about the shops. I parked on the street and made my way inside, only to stumble when I stopped myself from running into Selene. She froze when she thought I was going to run her over, but I caught myself in time and chuckled, "Sorry. Here, let me help you." She smiled softly at me as I gathered her three bags of groceries from her hands and opened the door from her. I carried it all out to her white Dodge pickup and I offered a bright grin, opening the truck door for her after setting everything in the truck bed. "You're too sweet," Selene chuckled, reaching up to pull my head down, and she kissed my muzzle just above my nose. She'd done it many times, and not just to me. It was just like a friendly kiss on the cheek in thanks between good friends, but my heart was pounding almost painfully hard against my chest as if trying to jump out. "I try," I managed to choke out as she climbed up into her truck. "So, um..." I tried to recover quickly, "You doing anything Saturday?" Maybe I could get her for a date for once! "I'm sorry, love, I'm going out with Dane." Motherfucker! "Oh... Are you guys like... an item?" I asked hopelessly, but tried to keep a smile. "He likes to think so..." "So you're not on board with him?" "No." "So... skip him. Come join me," I offered, hoping she'd drop the jerk. Dane was a fucking douche-bag who never treated girls right, and to think of him wanting to turn Selene into another notch in his bedpost made my blood boil. But Selene's answer froze it. "I think I will." She smiled down at me as she pulled the door closed. "Sweet," I grinned like an idiot, and I leaned on the truck door. "It'll be worth it, I promise." "Should I bring anything?" "Hm... How about just a bottle of wine and that pretty smile?" I laid on the charm, and my heart leapt when she laughed. God, it was beautiful. "Sounds good, Romeo. I'll meet you at the lighthouse Saturday at... say, four?" "Perfect. Better than perfect," I stepped back, and with a sweet goodbye, she drove off. FUCK YEAH!!!!!!! The moment she was out of sight, I briefly considered doing a back flip til I noticed two older ladies coming down the street. I composed myself quickly, but my heart beat like a drum, happy as could be. But I couldn't get ahead of myself. Selene was a goddess worthy of taking everything slow and steady. I had to take it one step at a time and prove to her that I was worth skipping out on Dane for. And maybe, just maybe... one day she'd be mine. Brockway Mountain Dove Ch. 03 Saturday. Hell. Yes. I could hardly contain myself as I rushed around, preparing the best simple picnic dinner basket I could manage. I had a small cooler full of soda, some of our favorites, but also some beer in case she felt like it after the wine. In another cooler, I had packed bread, Tupperware dishes of chicken breast, turkey, and ham and a few bottles of different condiments. It wasn't world-class, but it was fit for a meal out on the rocky shore by the lighthouse. I reached into my back pocket to make sure my wallet was there- yep, with license and a condom hidden in the side, just in case. I always kept one with me. I checked my front pockets- keys, cellphone, and pocket knife- and then I finally remembered cups, plates, and napkins and a couple pieces of plastic cutlery. I threw the last of what I needed into the coolers and I brought them out to my truck. it was 3:45pm, and it'd only take me five minutes at the most to get to the lighthouse. Hell, it didn't even take me that long, I was so excited. Despite the slow traffic due to the festivities going on in town, I managed to make it in three. I pulled up near the lighthouse, glad no one else would be encroaching on our spot tonight thanks to the events in town. I checked my phone after a couple minutes; 3:53pm. Within two more minutes, Selene's white truck pulled up, but someone was with her. I saw his gray-furred face and my eyes narrowed. Dane... Selene got out from the passenger side, "Ciaran... Hey, I'm so sorry, but... I'm gonna go with Dane." "But... we had a date," I told her, and I could see the miserable expression on her face clear as day. "Wait... is he making you go with him?" "No, I just-" "Selene, don't lie to me." "Selene, come on!" Dane called gruffly. "Fuck off, mutt," I snarled at him, "you're not gonna force her to do anything she doesn't want to do. So you can just tuck your little tail and go home." "You'd better learn to watch your mouth, pup," he stepped down out of the truck. He was taller than me, but I was bigger in the muscle department. I spent a lot of time building muscle and stamina, he spent his time chasing girls down for a quick fuck. "Selene, come on," I looked to her, seeing the scared glint in her eye. "I brought dinner, let's go." I offered her a reassuring smile, but that was probably a stupid idea as I realized when Dane's fist cracked across my jaw. I stumbled and fell to my knees, dazed by the punch. "Dane!" Selene grabbed his arm, appalled and angry. When I looked up, I saw his hand fly, and Selene stumbled and fell just like I had, holding her cheek. Something came over me, something I couldn't explain... And I was on top of him, snarling and growling like a vicious monster. I bloodied his nose and chomped down on his shoulder before I let him go and he ran like a coward from me, back toward town. I picked myself up and turned to see Selene on her knees, tears from pain and shock in her eyes. She'd never been struck like that before. I came to kneel by her, wrapping an arm around her. She buried her face in my chest and left a thankful kiss at the base of my neck. I loved the feeling, but I was too worried for her to revel in it. I scooped her up and carried her to my truck, sitting her up on the hood so I could take a look at her cheek. It was just a bruise, but she'd scraped one hand when she fell. I took it and kissed her palm feeling terrible for her, that she'd gotten involved with that son of a bitch. "I'm so sorry," I told her in a whisper. She clung to me suddenly, but I didn't let myself get overwhelmed by how amazing it felt to have her in my arms. Right now, she needed comfort. "It's not your fault... I'm just glad I'm with you now, and not with him..." She spent several minutes seeking comfort that I gladly gave, til she managed to calm down and she pulled back from me a little bit. "I brought the wine," she offered a soft smile, and that brought a huge dorky grin to my face. "I brought sort of a picnic setup," I set her on her feet and I went to the back of my truck to get the coolers. But as I reached for them, I heard her walk up behind me. "Ciaran..." "Yeah?" I turned to look at her. She took my arm, turned me to face her fully, and pulled me down into what was the most mind-blowing kiss of my life so far. I didn't know how the hell long it lasted, but halfway through, in my shock, my instincts took over. My eyes closed, my arms wrapped around her small frame, and I drew her in til we couldn't get any closer. After what felt like an eternity but a millisecond at the same time, she pulled back slowly, and our eyes met. "Ciaran?" "... Yes?" "This has taken too long... I'm sorry." "Wait... for what?" My answer was the newest most mind-blowing kiss of my life. I was ready for this one, and I met her passion with my own, surprising her. When we parted again, I chuckled, "Don't be sorry. I'd have waited a century for this if I had to." Our make-out continued like this, now wordless as we embraced and kissed and reveled in the others company. It was really getting heated when I felt Selene's hands on my chest, exploring over my hard exterior, and her fingers slowly worked their way down. But then, something came over me when her fingers found the zipper of my jeans. "Wait." I stopped her. She paused, looking up at me with something between confusion and possibly shame. "Are you sure...? I mean, I'm all for moving fast, but I don't want you to think you have to go fast just because Dane expected you to." I lifted a hand to caress her cheek. "That's exactly why I want to... and because I've been telling myself for years that I could never have you, and now I see you'll let me." "I've wanted you since I was fifteen..." I admitted, and she giggled softly at me before kissing me once more. "Then we have a lot of time to make up for." She slipped a finger through one of my belt loops and tugged me along after her. She led me out to the shoreline, to a sandy spot in a small cove that I'd never noticed before. you couldn't see it til you were right at its entrance. Move too fast by and you'd miss it. She pulled me into the cove- it could've only been the size of my truck bed- and she tugged me in tight against her, kissing me again. New mind-blowing kiss number one. Damn, today was a lot of news and firsts. I was still reeling in the back of my mind in disbelief. I had to be dreaming, and if I was, I didn't want to wake up. Ever. Selene's hand drew to my jeans again, and I could already feel the beast begin to strain at the zipper as if trying to reach her. Her fingers brushed the fabric over my shaft, and I felt lust building deep inside me, ignited just by that touch. Selene gave me a smirk I'd never seen from her before, knowing, seeing, and feeling that I wanted her. "I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf," she whispered, and that set me off. I took over, and backed her against the rock wall behind her. She let out a soft moan as my cock contacted her now-heated blossom through our clothes. But then, she spoke softly a plea, "Be gentle, Ciaran... This is my first time..." I could hardly believe it. A beautiful girl like her had never found a man to her liking? They were all more than willing, just like me. But that made this all the sweeter an experience. I'd be her first, I'd be the man to introduce her to the world of lovemaking and sex. Wait... no, just lovemaking this time. I'd start her off slow and gentle, and when she was ready some other day, I'd show her what hard, unbridled, bed-breaking sex could do for her. I felt like I had a responsibility to her. She chose me, and now, I had to take good care of her and I was more than happy to do so. "No worries, baby," I whispered in her ear. "Gentle as a cub..." I decided to start her off with pure stimulation of the skin. I kissed along her jaw lovingly, licking here and there. God, I loved her skin. My mouth found its way down her neck, til I was stopped by the edge of her jacket and her t-shirt. "Love..." I whispered, "this just won't do. This stuff's gotta come off." I reached up with both hands, purposely skimming over her breasts and bringing a soft moan from her throat as I pushed the folds of the jacket back. She let it slip from her shoulders after stepping forward from the rock wall, and it piled at her feet. My fingers curled under the edge of her dark shirt and pulled it up over her head. Beneath lay a simple, lace-edged white bra with a front clasp. "Hold on," I stopped her hands when she reached to unclasp it. "Jeans first," I grinned, and she caught the idea. With a sexy, sultry swing in her hips, she reached down and slowly slid the denim from her waist to reveal a matching pair of underwear to her bra. I licked at my wolf fangs. I was going to enjoy every second. She took my hands, twice the size of her own, and brought them to her hips. I liked how she was leading me, and now, she reached up to unhook the bra. As it fell from her body, I was mesmerized by the perfect shape of the two globes, finally seeing them up close. Perfectly round, not huge like some guys wanted. In fact, they were just touch on the small side, but compared to her petite form, they were just right. I pressed her slowly back against the rock wall, and she shivered from the cold of the stone. I'd warm her up soon enough. My mouth continued back on its trail, down her neck, and now down her chest. My tongue found one perfectly pink aureola and she squirmed slightly with a stifled groan. I smirked to myself, and gave her something to moan about. My mouth closed over the nipple and I sucked gently on it and she let her head fall back, releasing a musical moan that was like Mozart to my ears. I gave this nipple plenty of attention, my hand massaging the opposite globe til I switched and did the same with the opposite. She was loving it, and I could feel her begin to arch her back. She hadn't seen anything yet. Selene gasped softly when I suddenly riddedr of those beautiful lacy panties, and she blushed visibly, now completely exposed to me. And when I knelt before her, she was momentarily confused as to what I was up to. She quickly found out and her knees almost buckled when my middle finger came stroking up her labia and pushed in just enough to seek out her clit. She braced her hands on my broad shoulders, leaning on me and letting out yet another moan, much louder than before. She let her legs spread apart a bit more to allow me access, fighting the urge to squirm and close them despite the pleasure coursing through her pelvis. She was so sensitive, so responsive, that I couldn't wait. I leaned in, and the sound she made when my tongue met her blossom was like sweet angel-song to me, and I was determined then and there to bring even sweeter sounds as I went on. Brockway Mountain Dove Ch. 04 Her taste was absolutely amazing. I swear, if angelic perfection had a taste, this would be it. Her hands were braced against my shoulders, fingers buried in my mahogany fur as I knelt before her, lapping at her blossom. My fingers had a mind of their own, and one found her entrance and worked his way inside. Selene's fingers tightened in my fur and she moaned out my name: "Ciaran... ohhh... oh, sweetheart..." I smiled at that, and I pushed my muzzle against her heat, my tongue fully licking over her clitoris with a fair amount of pressure behind it. I was driving her mad, and I knew it. I liked it. She was so petite, I could've only expected that her pussy would be the same, but I found that my first two fingers, thick as they were, nearly filled her. I had a feeling Selene would have to take me very slow to get used to me. I'm not boasting when I say I was afraid she wouldn't be able to take me, I was truly worried. "Ciaran," she sighed, half out of breath. "Oh, Ciaran... more, please... more..." I was all too glad to oblige. She let out a disappointed groan when I withdrew my fingers, only for that groan to become an outright cry of pleasure when I buried my tongue in her heat and my muzzle between her thighs. She was getting tense, and I knew I was bringing her close to her first orgasm, so I backed off. She pleaded for me to do it all again, but I held firm, simply massaging her labia with my fingers again. So now, she decided she'd take matters into her own hands. She slowly, gently pushed me away, and she stepped to the center of the sandy cove. She laid out her discarded clothes and she laid across them, reaching her own fingers down to her pussy and stroking her clit with another moan. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I saw the look in her eye; she was doing this for me. Holy shit, Selene, the girl I never thought I'd have, was masturbating- for ME- right in front of me. Damn, my jeans were feeling fucking tight... So I decided I'd fix that. Watching her and never taking my eyes from her, I unzipped my jeans and my cock pushed itself out right away, seeking room to stiffen further. My fingers wrapped around my shaft as if holding it steady as Selene's fingers dipped into her pussy, then came back to massage her clit just a little harder. She brought herself to a slow, gentle orgasm and she moaned long and soft as her juices came spilling out onto the sand and her discarded clothing. Fuck, this was amazing... I gave my shaft a couple encouraging strokes and I drew near her. She gave me a welcoming smile, soft as silk, and I came to my knees before her. Her slick folds awaited me, and she reached up to pull me closer, to kiss me and run her fingers through my fur. But soon, I felt her fingers encircle my steel-hard cock, and I knew I needed her soon. She guided my shaft as I crawled just a bit closer, til the head touched to her folds. She looked up at me, silently telling me once more to be gentle. I knew, and I was going to be gentle as possible. Slowly but surely, I pushed the head of my shaft into her waiting blossom while I distracted her from the impending moment of pain with loving and passionate kisses. I was hardly inside at all when she tensed beneath me and cried out softly in pain. Her arms locked around me, and I whispered softly, "It's okay... it'll only hurt for a second, and it's only once." I kept pushing, and she was on the verge of begging me to stop when she finally began to relax. The pain had passed. I was only halfway there, and kept going. Her body was trying to accommodate me, but it was struggling and I feared it couldn't until finally, I was buried to the hilt. Selene was panting by now, still clinging to me. I remained still a moment, allowing her to adjust. When she began kissing my neck, I knew she was ready, and I drew back til the head of my cock nearly left her folds, only to slide slowly back inside til I was buried again. Selene's moans were longer and louder now, urging me on. Slow and deep, that was my goal. Slow and deep. And god, did it do the trick. She was all mine and she loved every second. "Ciaraaaan..." She cried softly, "Ohhhhh... Ohhhh god..." The pleasure was getting to me too. Her voice really added to it all. "Ohh, hell..." I whispered, "Selene... Selene..." "Keep going, love," she pleaded, "yes... Ciaran, yes... you're so amazing... so good..." And that touched my heart. In a moment of passion or not, that really got to me. I let out a deep grunt. The pressure was building. I needed my release soon. Shit, I forgot to use my fucking condom! "I'm gonna..." I could hardly breathe, this was a massive orgasm coming on. "I'm gonna come..." I began to pull out, but she pulled me back, kissing me. "It's okay..." she assured me. I wasn't thinking about it at the time, but duh, she was probably on birth control. So, I stayed. A couple more slow strokes, and I buried my shaft inside her. The release was fucking breathtaking, and I threw my head back and let out a primal howl as my seed filled her belly til it squeezed out past my cock and dripped into the sand. Selene had another climax with me, and our juices mixed inside, only for more to squeeze out. I slowly pulled out, my cock slick and glistening, but he wasn't ready to give in yet. He might've become half-limp, but he wasn't done, hardening quickly again as I looked down at Selene's sweat-sheened body. She looked up at me, and at my again-ready shaft, and she smiled. "I want to try something..." This piqued my curiosity. I'd once heard rumors that she was a virgin who knew how to give amazing blow-jobs, but I never believed a goddess like her would know how to do that, until she came forward and pushed me back. Her fingers wrapped about my cock and I knew just from that touch that I was in for a ride. "You go, girl," I encouraged with a smirk, and she gladly did so. She stroked my manhood up and down with perfect rhythm and perfect pressure, until she leaned forward and let my shaft slip between her lips and into her throat. Fuck, she knew what she was doing... And she was enjoying it too! She kept one hand at the base of my shaft and the other braced on my hip, slipping my hard-on in and out of her throat. I was beginning to lose my mental clarity. Shit, she was good! She brought my next release on pretty quick, and she swallowed every drop of my seed that was unloaded into her throat. She lifted her head, and I pulled her up and on top of me, kissing her immediately with all the love and care I could offer in the form of said kiss. This girl was mine now, and I was never going to let anyone else touch her. Dane had better watch himself.