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Aislin

By: rick_oh



1. Virginity

It was happenstance, really. I was a 24 year old IT person, and was at a company dinner to celebrate its fifth year. There were several large tables, and the dinner was a catered party. Sitting across from me was Glenda, a pleasant, matronly woman who worked in payroll, whom I had occasion to help with IT problems now and then.

Seated next to Glenda was a petite, shy young woman who hardly ever looked up to make eye contact. I had never seen her before and wondered if she was Glenda's guest. The young lady had long black hair, was slender, and otherwise ordinary looking. She definitely did not dress to be noticed; she wore a shirt (blouse?) and dark slacks. Probably small breasts.

A discreet look at her hands showed no rings. Why was I interested in her? She was definitely attractive to me, not in a showy manner, though, and I was sure that she was not aware of her attractiveness.

Glenda and I said hello, and as the dinner was winding down, she asked me if I brought anyone. I told her I had not. Then she said, "Rick, I'd like you to meet my friend Aislin."

Aislin blushed slightly, smiled, and extended her hand. I grasped her hand and mumbled something about "nice to meet you."

Glenda then said, "It's kind of noisy in here. We're going to get some coffee at Denny's. Would you like to join us?"

I immediately accepted, and we said our goodbyes to our hosts. Twenty minutes later we were in a quiet booth being served coffee.

Glenda asked, "So, Rick, are you married?"

I suspected where this was heading, and frankly, I was glad for that. "No," I answered, "I've had a few serious relationships, and some casual ones, but now I'm not even seeing anyone. I figure the right person will come along when it's meant to happen." I paused for a moment, then asked, "How did you and Aislin meet?"

"She's a graphic designer where my husband works. He didn't want to come to the dinner, so I asked Aislin."

"Oh... Aislin, are you married or seeing anyone?"

"Umm, no, not seeing anyone either. I have a lot of friends, but no one close."

She blushed again. I smiled. I could see that she was going to be a challenge to draw out, but it was so cute when she did that.

Glenda gave me a knowing smile. The three of us (mostly Glenda and I) chatted about various things, and then she said it was time to go.

I was about to ask Aislin if I could call her, but Glenda appeared to be in a hurry to get away. This was becoming mysterious. Quickly, Glenda said, "Rick, why don't we have lunch soon? There are some things I'd like to talk about." 

"Okay... Aislin, I enjoyed meeting you and hope we can talk again."

She smiled and extended her hand. I took it and in a forward (for me) move, gently kissed it before I released it. I had to give ser SOME sign that I was interested.

I had difficulty getting to sleep that night, wondering about Glenda's seemingly overprotective ways with Aislin. Finally, I resolved that I would talk with Glenda the next day and try to get to the bottom of the situation.

At work, I set up a lunch appointment with Glenda. I had to wait until Thursday for our schedules to allow it.

We met at a Chili's and when we were seated, I asked, "It's about Aislin, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. What did you think of her?"

"She's very quiet... and very attractive. I can't believe she doesn't have a long line of guys asking her out."

"Do you like her?"

"Of course I do. Where is this going?"

Glenda smiled. "She likes you too. A lot. But she's afraid of getting involved in a relationship."

My disappointment must have shown.

She continued, "She's been emotionally hurt at the start of some potential relationships. But as I said, she does like you."

"I'd like to get to know her better," I said. "But I don't know how to make contact except through you."

She laughed and reached into her purse. "Bingo. Here's her contact info, with home phone."

Glenda's expression became more serious. "I could see that there was some chemistry between you two. I think that's a very good thing, and I hope it lasts. I don't know you very well, but I can see that you aren't a rigid and inflexible person."

I wondered what she meant.

She continued, "There are some things that I know about her that I won't disclose. She has to be the one to do that. Just be kind to her."

"This is really getting mysterious, Glenda. But I have no intention of hurting her. I do want to give her a call, and I plan to do that after work."

"Good."

I liked Glenda's directness. It cut through a lot of unnecessary dancing around a subject. Anyway, we went back to work.

The afternoon passed slowly. I had Aislin on my mind, and also the mystery surrounding her. I finally got home, had some leftovers for dinner, and worked up the courage to call her.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Aislin?"

"Yes."

"Hi, it's Rick. We met at the dinner where you and Glenda were."

"Of course I remember."

"Uh, Aislin, I'd like to get to know you. Are you free for dinner Friday or Saturday?"

"Oh, I'd like that!"

She sounded happy, but a little worried at the same time.

We decided on Friday, and gave me her address. I suggested a casual Italian place.

A few long days with her on my mind, and I finally went to her place at 6:00 PM that Friday. When she answered the door I got a big surprise. She wore a lovely print dress that settled above her knees, smooth bare legs, and tasteful heels.

"Aislin... you're stunning!" I felt foolish saying that, but I had to say something.

She giggled, "Thank you!"

She said she was ready to go, and we got in my car. I don't make small talk easily, so I didn't say much. She definitely turned a few heads when we were escorted to our table. I could scarcely keep my eyes off her when we were seated.

I asked Aislin to tell me about herself. She said she was 21 years old, the youngest of 2 kids, had an older brother, liked her job as a graphics designer, and that she had a good relationship with her parents.

Then she added, "Also... I'm a virgin."

"Oh wow!" I said. Well, that was better than asking, "Oh really?" Not much better, but a little better. I wasn't not sure why she told me that, but she seemed amused at my reaction.

"Does that bother you?" she asked.

"No-o, not really. How do you feel about it?"

"It just means that I haven't found the right person yet."

Hmmm. So she's particular. That's not so bad, is it? I decided to throw a curve, and teasingly asked, "Am I being considered as a candidate for the job as the right person?"

She couldn't help giggling, and said, "Could be... There's more that I haven't told you, we'll see how you feel about your candidacy after I tell you."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"Not here. Now tell me about yourself."

Fair enough. It's a common complaint that guys tend to talk about themselves to excess and I wanted to avoid that. But I had told her almost nothing about myself so far, so I went through a condensed recap of my life. Thankfully it didn't consume a lot f time. The important things were that I had some casual relationships and two serious ones.

Toward the end of dinner she said, "When you take me home can you come in for coffee and we can continue our earlier conversation?"

She must have been taking "directness" lessons from Glenda. I smiled and said yes. She seemed somber on the way to her place. I wondered if the mystery would be solved that evening.

Without a word she fixed coffee and we silently sipped as she took some time to decide what she was going to say. I was curious, of course, but was not going to force the issue - yet.

Then she sat next to me on her sofa, and then began to cry. I put my arm around her shoulder and let her cry her tension away.

"I like you a lot, and that's why this is so hard for me," she sniffled. "Okay, here goes."

She looked in my eyes, then away. "I was born a boy. I should have been born a girl, and I had a very rough time trying to be what I wasn't meant to be. So when I was eighteen I began treatments. My parents helped a lot and took care of legally getting records changed. I haven't taken the final step, so... I still have... male equipment, and it's functional. But mentally, emotionally, and almost all ways physically I'm a woman. I don't blame you if you don't want to see me anymore, but I just couldn't let things go further without you knowing."

I was quiet for a moment. That was a lot of new stuff thrown at me. I knew that I had to make some quick decisions. Ever since I had met Aislin I liked her - a lot. My head was telling me that I couldn't have an intimate relationship with someone who was born a male. But my heart was telling me how much I liked her. Right then I made a quick decision to go with my heart.

I took hold of her hand and said, "Aislin - you're very brave. It took a lot of courage for you to tell me that, and it was the right thing to do."

She had a sad, wistful smile and answered, "So, it's over?"

I said, "You know I like you a lot, don't you?"

A tear trickled down her cheek and she said, "I hope so."

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Hard. All her stored up passion broke loose and she threw her arms around me and aggressively kissed back. I reclined on my back and she got on top of me and we continued to aggressively make out. Her kisses were sweet, I couldn't get enough.

Several minutes of this, and we came up for air.

"I want you to take my virginity," she said. "If you want to, that is."

At that point, I wanted to be with her. "I do want to," I replied.

"Can you hold off for two more days?" she asked. "I want you to be sure you want to do this."

I looked into her sincere eyes and said, "If that's what you want, I can wait. I know I won't change my mind."

"Hold me now," she said.

She leaned against me and I held her close. She sighed, a long, contented sigh. I realized I was aroused and stone hard. It would not be easy to wait the two days, especially after being offered her virginity. After a few minutes, she noticed my condition, put her hand on the outside of my pants, felt my hardness, and giggled.

"Careful," I warned. "It wouldn't take much to get me to shoot off right now."

She giggled again. "Same with me. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it. We'd better quit now."

"Yeah," I whispered. I didn't want to quit, but it was her body, and I was determined to be patient and see where it would lead.

Then she outlined her plan. I would come over on Sunday afternoon. She would have music softly playing, and we'd go to her bed. Then we'd get undressed and she would give herself to me. For her part, she would get squeaky clean, inside and out. "You can do the same, if you want to reciprocate," she said. Then we would celebrate by going out to dinner. I agreed.

I couldn't resist giving her a hard, passionate kiss before I left.

I had a lot to think about in the intervening two days. I definitely would take what she had offered me, her virginity. I would definitely give her the experience she wanted. And the thought of my being the first one to ejaculate inside her made me painfully hard and almost unable to resist taking matters in my own hand. But I held off.

I wondered what I'd do to reciprocate her pleasure. Did it really matter that much that she had a cock instead of a pussy? What would she expect me to do? How would I feel handling her tool? Should I give her a hand job? I was curious to see her ejaculate. What about taking her in my mouth? Could I do that? The idea of doing that with a guy, repulsed me. But this was her. Aislin. The shy girl I met. I knew I'd want to give her pleasure, I just didn't know how exactly, or how I'd react.

Damn, I was thinking too much. What I had to tell myself was, Go with your heart. Do what you really WANT to do.

I thought about calling her, but I didn't want her to assume I'd be calling to cancel. I didn't want her to cancel, either, so I resolved not to call. I'd just show up.

I'd bring flowers. What flowers are appropriate for a deflowering? Hmmm. A dozen red roses would have to do. I went out and got them on Saturday since most flower shops are closed on Sunday.

All my questions ricocheted in my head until Sunday morning. I also wondered how Aislin was feeling, what she was thinking. I guessed I'd find out.

I did get "squeaky clean inside and out" as she said she was going to, just so I could cover all the bases and not have any regrets about not having done something.

So, with a dozen red roses in hand, I was at her place in early afternoon. She answered the door with an excited smile on her face. She thanked me for the flowers and put them in a vase.

"Well, are you nervous?" she asked.

"Some," I said. "You?"

"Of course. This is a big day for me. Why are you nervous?"

"I'm afraid I'll shoot off right away."

She giggled. "Oh, how sexy! That means you want me! Don't worry, if you cum right away, you'll just have to do it again!"

My boner was rock hard and she knew it. Without a word she put her arms around me. I of course hugged her too, and we kissed. Our kisses became more passionate. Then she broke away and whispered, "It's time to go to the bedroom."

My heart raced as I followed her to her bed.

"Let's get undressed," she said, and began to remove her clothes. I did the same.

I stood there for a moment, looking at her lovely form. Wavy black hair, small firm breasts, smooth slender legs, and a very erect cock. About six inches. Her entire body was a gorgeous work of art, finely sculpted by the universe. Everything about her was exquisitely feminine - except for, you know.

My boner stuck out too. Aroused, hard, throbbing - and ready. I felt her gaze zoom in on my midsection. For an instant she had a look of concern, then acceptance, and then eagerness. 

"Let's get on the bed," she whispered. She lay face up, and I got next to her. There was a bottle of high quality lubricant on the nightstand. I ran my hands over her chest, feeling her firm breasts. Then I gently kissed her nipples; first one, then the other. She moaned. Then I kissed her lips. She returned my kisses with a combination of eagerness and restraint.

After a few moments of kisses she whispered, "I'd love to handle you, but I don't want you to cum before you put it inside me."

She kissed me again and said, "I will now give myself to you."

Then she put a firm cushion on the bed and draped a towel over it. She handed me the bottle of lubricant and said, "Use it generously and go slow." Then she lay on top of the cushion face down in a surrendering position. I had never seen a more gorgeous sight.

She spread her legs as I got myself in position for the "main event". She had a perfectly shaped bottom - firm and smooth. I put some of the slippery substance on her nether portal and gently penetrated her with one finger. She sighed. I gave her some more lubricant, and then liberally applied it to my throbbing tool. If she had been the one to lubricate my cock, I would have spurted the instant I felt her feminine hands touch me.

It was time.

The initial penetration got her to voice a sensuous "Uhhh!" With just the tip of my cock inside her, I kept still for a few moments until she whispered, "Okay." Then very slowly I worked my cock inside her, taking short strokes. There were a few gasps, and an occasional "Uhhh!" Finally I was all the way inside. She was so tight, and it felt so good.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, I feel so full! Lie on top of me now, and then fuck me."

Where did she learn the things to say that would keep my dick so hard? I got in full body contact with her. Then, slowly at first, I pumped my engorged cock in and out. Her reaction was a constant litany of "Ohhh!" and "Ahhh!" sounds. I smiled at the thought that I was experiencing something that so many women, including married ones, never allow.

I was near the end of my self control. "Aislin - I'm about to cum. Is that okay?"

"Yes! Cum inside me! Make me yours!"

That was all it took. Two thrusts, and I erupted inside her. Spurt after spurt after spurt shot through my cock, in one of the lengthiest orgasms I had experienced.

When it was over I whispered, "Oh God, Aislin!"

"Mmmm, yes! Stay inside me if you can. I want you to fuck me again!"

I had no trouble staying inside her. The sensuality of her body kept me semi-hard until I recovered enough to give her a good fucking. Unlike the previous time, I took long thrusts, taking care not to hurt her. Her throaty groans and gasps were sweet, sensual music. I pulled out once to put more lubricant on, and I went on for about twenty minutes before I powerfully ejaculated inside her.

"Oh my gosh, you did me good!" she exclaimed when I pulled out.

"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.

"Oh yes! I'm going to be sore for a while, but that's what I wanted. It'll be a nice reminder of my giving you my virginity."

"I hope I didn't overdo it."

"I expected to be well-fucked," she giggled.

For me, the moment of truth had come. I wanted to give her pleasure. I maneuvered her on her back, and she was erect. I gently handled her cock, looked at it, lightly felt it. I frequently looked at her face to get clues of how she was feeling. Her hips were trembling, and she was oh, so hard.

I knew it wouldn't take much to make her ejaculate, but as much as I wanted to actually see her spurt, I had a different idea. I wouldn't have done this for anyone but her. I took her in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her member, and in under thirty seconds she erupted. Her hips went wild, and I kept her in my mouth as I felt the pulsing of her spurts and of her cock.

It was sexy knowing that she was experiencing the same kind of pleasure as I do when I cross the line.

And, because it came from her, the girl who offered me her virginity, I swallowed. Every drop.

It took a few minutes for her to recover, and when she opened her eyes, she bestowed a sensuous, loving smile.

"That felt so good. Have you ever done that before?"

"No, Aislin. Never."

She brought my face to hers and we passionately kissed. I got on top of her so I could feel as much of her body in contact with mine as we made out. She became erect after a few minutes.

"Aislin - would you like to go inside me?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

I put the firm pillow under my hips and lay back, face up. "I want to feel your lips on mine when you cum. I'm ready now."

With a sexy smile, she knelt between my knees and lubricated her finger. Then, as she locked her gaze on my eyes, she inserted her index finger all the way. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she moved her finger around until I felt a zing of pleasure shoot through my body.

She giggled. "I found your prostate."

She lightly ran her finger all around that sweet spot, making me squirm and pant. She continued to tease my prostate for several minutes. I'd never experienced pleasure like that before. All the while her eyes were locked on mine, and she had a teasingly sexy smile on her face. She pulled out a few times to put more lubricant on her fingers and continued to tease my prostate. I wanted her. I wanted her inside me, and she knew it.

After an excruciatingly long time, she giggled and applied a generous serving of lubricant to her cock. Then she spread me apart and put the head of her cock against my entrance. Gently, she pushed until she was just inside.

"Uhhh!" My groans were like hers earlier.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

She watched closely as she slowly went further in. When her member made contact with my teased prostate, she knew it. Not yet fully inside me, she took short strokes which continually stimulated my prostate.

"Aislin - that feels good!"

She smiled, and then went in all the way.

"Are you still okay?"


Aislin



"God, yes! I feel full, but in a good way."

She then let herself lie on top of me, with her lips close to mine. She began to thrust more forcefully. Then she went faster. I knew she was close to ejaculating.

"Cum inside me, Aislin," I whispered.

That sent her across the line. I pulled her close. Her eyes were closed as she pressed her mouth on mine.

"Mmmff! Mmfff! Mmmfff!" I heard as she slammed into me.

Afterward, we lay there silently. She stayed inside me as long as she could, while I held her. When she slipped out, she opened her eyes, There was silent communication, expressing thoughts whose words we had not yet said. We both knew that for the moment we should let that be.

"Maybe we should get showered," she whispered. "Want to join me?"

I nodded, and we thoroughly washed each other, complete with handling, kissing, and teasing.

We got dressed. Aislin put on a short skirt that drew my attention to her pelvic area. A tasteful blouse, pumps, and she was ready. She would definitely be turning heads wherever we went. She suggested a continental bistro toward the edge of town.

She did turn heads when we went there. Oh, did she ever. It wasn't just how she dressed, or her gorgeous body. It was her smile, her radiance, the fact that she was happy. I got envious stares that said, "Man, I hope you know how lucky you are."

I did.

2. Courtship

We drank a toast to our eventful day and talked about a lot of different things. She mentioned that she would likely be sore "back there" for a few days. "I wanted it that way," she giggled. "Every time I feel the soreness it reminds me of you, and my first time, and my giving it up to you. Then I feel good all over."

It was a pleasure being with her. Her talk had me aroused.

She continued, "So I can't do it that way for a couple of days. I'm sure I'll get used to it after a while. If you want to, that is."

"You didn't really think I was going to cut and run, did you? Of course I want to!"

"Good. That's what I hoped for."

I spent the night at her place. We didn't intend to do anything sexual, but the tension was just too great. In the dark, I handled her until she was about to cum. Then I took her in my mouth and was surprised at how much spunk she unloaded. She reciprocated in the same way. It sure felt good.

At work the next day, Glenda stopped by my cubicle with a knowing smile. "I'm happy for her... and for you," she giggled. "She's a real treasure. Don't let her get away." Then she left.

Of course Aislin and I talked by phone every day. On Wednesday she asked if I'd like to stop by her place after work and get a quick burger somewhere. 

After work I was at her apartment and rang the doorbell several times, but she didn't answer.

Then she came running up to the door, panting. She'd been jogging. "Hi Rick! (pant pant) I'm running a little late. (pant pant) Come on in!"

She was quite sweaty from her workout. Even so, she was gorgeous. She gave me a hug and a kiss. "Let me get showered and we can get a bite to eat."

I held on to her. "No. No shower. I want you. Now. Sweat and grime and all." I raised her arm and gave her several quick licks in her underarm.

"Oh... Ohh! Ahh!"

I saw hot arousal in her eyes as she removed her top. She stepped out of her shorts. I grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom and threw my clothes off. We fell together on the bed and kissed passionately.

She grabbed the bottle of lubricant and handed it to me. "Quick - I want you inside me." She got on her hands and knees in doggy position.

I slathered the lubricant on my cock, put a little of it inside her. Then I quickly pushed the tip of my cock inside her. I was half crazed with arousal, and in a hurry.

"Ohh! Uhh!"

"You okay?"

"Yeah. It's okay. Stick it in all the way."

In the space of a few seconds, I drove in to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Oh, that feels good, Aislin!"

"Yes! Fuck me good! Give me your cum!"

It didn't take long. A couple of minutes of brusque thrusting, and I unleashed a torrent of cum inside her. I didn't wait long before I withdrew and got her on her back. I inserted a finger inside her. Wow, she was slippery from my cum. I knew I found her magic spot when her hips jerked. I continued to massage her magic spot as I took her inside my mouth. Her gasps of pleasure were sweet music to me, and I started to hum. The extra stimulation provided by the vibration brought her off quickly.

"Uhh! Uhh! Unhh! Uhhh!" she groaned as she ejaculated.

When she quieted down I swallowed her sweet nectar. "Gmmmfff!" Then she slipped out.

"Oh my God, that was hot!" she exclaimed. "Now we both need a shower!"

We showered, dressed, and went out for that burger. Much later than she had planned. She looked pensive, and I asked her what she was thinking. She laughed. "I want you to spend the night, but I know that if you do, we're going to get very little sleep. How about if you come over on Friday and plan to sleep over?"

I said okay, and we finished up and headed for her place. At her door, we kissed passionately and then I went home. She was really getting to me. The more I was with her, the more I wanted to be. 

Two days later we were in her bed. It was becoming our pattern to do sexual things first, then have dinner. I had teased her to distraction over an extended time, with one finger inside her, lightly massaging her magic spot, gently stroking her hard erect cock, and tickle-touching her ball sac. Then I had her go inside me. In spite of her extreme arousal, she truly made love to me. It was tender, caring, and loving. When she climaxed, it was so intense that she passed out for a moment.

A while later, I made love to her. Slowly, tenderly, and I felt the real connection between us that transcended the physical coupling and made the experience emotional and spiritual. We were truly connected in all the ways that lovers feel.

Later, at dinner, she said, "I think it's time that you met my family."

I was a little surprised at the suddenness. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. She smiled.

"I promised myself that when I fell in love, I'd take the guy to meet my parents and family."

I grasped her hands. "You dear girl," I said. "I felt it too. I'd love to meet them. Is there anything I should know ahead of time?"

"No, just be yourself!"

She pulled out her phone and called her mom. During her conversation she looked at me and asked, "Is tomorrow okay? For dinner?" I nodded assent.

Back in her bed we made love again. There were whispered endearments, long kisses, a few tears of passion, and some spectacular orgasms. We went to sleep with her practically on top of me. We both slept well.

After a leisurely breakfast, she asked me to come by at 3 PM and we'd drive to her parents.

I was nervous, of course. I didn't know how much she told them about our relationship, or what their expectations would be. When I went to her place, she was dressed in the same outfit she wore on our first date. She was stunning. She was also glowing. During the drive to her parents, she placed my free hand on her bare leg, and put her hand close to my crotch. It was erotically distracting, though we managed to drive there without any mishaps.

I parked the car in her parents' driveway and we began to walk toward the door. Before we got there, the door flew open and a woman's voice exclaimed, "My God, Aislin! You look so happy and radiant!"

"Hi, mom," Aislin said, and fell into a hug. I stood for a moment, and they broke the hug. "This must be the young man you told me about. Hi, I'm Miriam."

"Hello, ma'am. I'm Rick."

I noticed that there were tears running down Miriam's face. "I'm sorry, Rick, it's just that I've never seen Aislin so happy. And doesn't she look gorgeous!"

"That she is, ma'am."

"Please call me Miriam," she chuckled. "Here, let me introduce you to the others."

Then I met Aislin's father, Gordon, and her older brother Jason, and his wife Shelly. Miriam hooked her arm in mine and said, "I'm going to have a word with Rick. We'll be outside at the gazebo."

Uh-oh. Time for "the talk." The trouble was, I didn't know what the talk would be about. I followed Miriam to their spacious back yard and sat next to her on a bench.

"That girl is head-over-heels in love with you. You know that, don't you?"

What do you say to the mother of someone you're dating when she asks that kind of question? I mumbled something like, "Well, I think I know that. I hope so."

Miriam laughed. "Rick, the only wrong answer is the one that's not truthful. When you talk to me, I just want the truth, okay? I'll not hold anything against you for telling me how it is. Can you commit to that?"

I paused a few seconds, then looked her directly in the eye. "Yes. Only the truth." Then I waited.

"How do you feel about her going through with the final step?"

"I haven't really thought about that. I'd hope that she would carefully weigh the risks and benefits. Also, if she does do it, it should be for her, not for me... or anyone else."

Miriam seemed pleased with my answer. "Do you see your relationship with her as a long term one?"

"Well, it's a new relationship. But I'll tell you this - the more I'm with her, the more I want to be with her."

"Mm-hmm. And what else?"

"Miriam - do you think she's ready for a long term relationship? Is she going to want more experience before settling down?"

"She's a lot more emotionally mature than you might guess from her age," Miriam said in a serious tone. "Also, when she wants something, she's tenacious about going after it. And right now that's you. I know she wouldn't have given her virginity to you unless she was in love with you."

She smiled. "No, don't be nervous abut my knowing. She said you were willing to wait a few days after she told you that you were the one. Anyway, I just wanted to know a few things about how you felt. We should go back inside and visit with the others."

I chatted with her father for a few minutes, then with her brother. He was a little secretive about what he did for a living, but allowed as he was an investigator of sorts. Aislin stuck by me most of the time, which made me feel good. Then it was time to have dinner.

Her family made me feel welcome, and I heard several times how they'd not seen her as happy as today. They brought out the wine and we had a toast to Aislin's and my new relationship.

Halfway through dinner, Shelly asked me if I had any concerns about the relationship. I answered, "I have a very serious concern."

Everything went quiet. Total silence. I tried hard to look serious. I said, while holding her left hand, "Aislin is so stunningly gorgeous that guys are going to be hitting on her constantly, regardless of whether or not there's a ring on this pretty finger." There was a collective sigh of relief, and everyone was smiling. Aislin blushed. I held up my hand and said, "There's more."

I continued, "I think most guys are gracious enough to back off when told no. Occasionally, though, there's a snake in paradise who is focused on power and subjugation."

Jason held up his hand and said, "Say no more. I have the means to deal with those kinds of people. If either of you begin to suspect something isn't right, let me know immediately. Don't wait for it to get out of hand. And Aislin, those types of people will do what they can to drive a wedge between you and Rick. If they tell you that he's stepping out on you, demand proof. If they won't give you the evidence without you meeting them somewhere or some such thing, be suspicious. Aislin, you're in graphic design. You know how things can be faked."

The mood was rather somber, but Jason had addressed my concern about blackmail and other nefarious motives. "The same goes for you, Rick. If someone tells you that they think Aislin is doing something wrong, ask her for an explanation or get with me."

He wrote his cell and home numbers on a card and passed it to me.

"I'm glad you brought that up, Rick," Miriam said. "I truly have never seen her as happy as she is now. I'm so glad you found each other!"

I laughed. "Miriam, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to have a swelled head."

Aislin immediately made a show of putting her hand under the table on my crotch, and said, "Hmmmm, it's too late for that! This head is already swelled up!" It was my turn to blush as everyone else dissolved in laughter.

After much conversation, the visit came to an end. I exchanged hugs with everyone, and Aislin and I started home. A few minutes into the drive, she said, "I'm so turned on. When you said something about a ring on my finger, I almost had an orgasm! I'm about to cum right now!"

"Take your panties off, but don't touch yourself."

I held my hand out, and she gave me her panties, which I stuffed into a pocket. The rest of the drive to her place was quiet and filled with sexual tension.

The moment we got inside her place, I led her to the bedroom, and had her lie down. I pushed her dress up to expose her naked hips, and got between her legs. I gently blew on her, increasing her arousal.

"Oh God, oh God," she whispered. "Please, I need to cum!"

I lightly tickle-touched her ball sac, and her six inches stood throbbingly erect. She was breathing hard, trying to keep her hands away from her sex. Using just two fingers, I lightly stroked her cock. Her hips trembled. As soon as she cried out, "Aaaaaugh!" I knew she was crossing the line. Then I immediately took her in my mouth and provided enough stimulation to see her through a satisfying ejaculation. She flooded my mouth with her essence, and I gulped a couple of times. I kept her inside my mouth until she subsided.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you!"

I lay on top of her and we kissed for a while. My own cock was hard and confined in my clothes. After a time I said, "I'm overdressed," and got up to take my clothes off. She reached for the lubricant and generously slathered my erection with it. Then she turned over, hiked her dress up, and said, in a teasingly pouting voice, "Give your girlfriend a good fucking!"

I loved the way she talked. I entered her and quickly sank in all the way. She gave a big sigh. I let myself lie on top of her, and started to thrust. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. "Uhhhh!" she sexily groaned. I kept on for several minutes. She wiggled under me, and the sounds she made drove me wild.

"It's so hot knowing I'm going to carry your cum inside me all night!"

That sent me over the line. My cock pulsed and throbbed as I sent powerful spurts inside her. I stayed inside her for several minutes and finally slipped out. I got on my back and she lay her head on my chest. She didn't get undressed, and we didn't even turn off the light as we drifted into a deep satisfying sleep.

I awoke with her naked body against mine, and the room lights off, with the early morning sky gently illuminating the room. She must have gotten up during the night.

I held her close to me. "Aislin, I love you."

She dreamily purred. "Love you too. Let's get showered and have breakfast."

As we went for a walk later I told her it was time she met my parents and would see if the following Saturday was all right. We held hands. We kissed. We used our hands to arouse and titillate. I tenderly stroked her face, and ran my hands over her firm legs and knees. A woman's bare knees can be very sexy. Hers were.

We made arrangements to go out to dinner on Wednesday, and I went back to my place for the night. We both needed rest from our full weekend. The next day I called my mom and told her I was getting serious about a girl and wanted them to meet her. Dinner and a visit on Saturday was to be. I was anxious about how they'd react to knowing about Aislin. I was not going to keep that from them.

Wednesday at dinner Aislin mentioned that she was nervous about meeting my parents. I told her not to worry, and tried to conceal my own apprehension. "Look," I said, "Whatever happens, will happen. I can't do much about it and neither can you. We'll deal with it however it happens. But I'm not giving you up."

That brought a smile to her face. We spent the night together.

I asked Aislin to dress the same way she did for the time at her parents, and she did.

Introductions took place, and Aislin met my mom ("Call me Sandy, dear," she said) and my dad ("Call me Bill.") After a few moments small talk, my mom grasped Aislin's hand and said, "Excuse us for a few minutes, boys." Ah yes. Time for "the talk" just as I had done with Miriam. It was then I said to my dad, "Let's go outside." He picked up on the fact that I had something to tell him.

"So, what's on your mind, son?"

"I really like her a lot."

"I can tell. Looks like it's more than like."

"Uh, yeah."

"What else?"

"Do you know what a T-girl is?"

He looked stunned for a moment, then asked, "She's a T-girl?"

I nodded.

He was silent for a moment. "Wow." Then a slow whistle. "I kind of envy you, son."

"Huh?!"

He laughed. "I had a very serious relationship with a T-girl when I was overseas on business before I met your mom. We realized there was no way that she could leave her family and come to the states to live, so we cooled it."

My dad? Had a serious thing with a T-girl? How do you react to that?

"Interesting," was all I could manage to say at the time.

"Don't let her get away, son. And don't worry about her and your mom. They're probably crying and hugging right now. She probably pulled the whole story out of Aislin. She has a way of doing that."

I grinned as we walked inside the house. The women were probably still talking, and my dad and I sat and made conversation.

Another half hour went by and the women hadn't returned, so my dad started fixings for dinner. I helped where I could.

Finally the women emerged. They both looked as though they'd been crying, and I had to stifle a laugh at my dad's spot-on prediction. Aislin rushed into my arms and whispered, "I told her everything."

I put my hands on her shoulders, looked directly in her eyes, and said, "I'm proud of you, Aislin. I'm so proud of you." Then I held her close for a few moments. For those moments nothing else existed. Just the two of us.

We had to get a more upbeat mood for dinner, so I put on some classical music, and Aislin and I went outside.

"Your mom said it's okay if I tell you about our talk. I'd like to do that some other time."

"That's fine. Maybe I should tell you about my talk with your mom."

"Oh, I know all about it. She told me on Monday. And that gave me more reasons to be in love with you."

I smiled. "My dad is more open minded than I thought he'd be. Things are good there."

We went in and joined my folks. We had good wine and good conversation over dinner. Nothing heavy. They made it plain that they liked Aislin.

On the way back to Aislin's I asked her for her panties. She gave me a shy smile and slipped them off. When we got to her place I led her to her bed, then asked her to remove all her clothes. Seeing her get undressed always excited me. Then I shed my clothes.

I tickle-touched and teased her throbbing cock and ball sac until she was about to go crazy.

"Aislin, I've never seen you cum. Can I do that?"

"You've seen - oh, you mean from my thingy?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Your thingy."

"Okay... Please let me cum soon."

I smiled and firmly stroked her cock until she exclaimed and erupted. Spurts of cum shot from her in pulses. The first one was the most powerful, and streaks of her essence splattered on her midsection.

"Oh my gosh, I needed that relief!"

I kept her lying down and licked up her spent juice.

"It's my turn to see you cum!" she excitedly said. So I lay back and let her work her magic on me. She worked on me for about twenty minutes, and I thought I was going crazy. It was probably payback for my teasing her to distraction. Her gentle, slender finger teased my prostate as she gently handled my balls with her other hand. She hardly touched my cock until she was ready to see me spurt. Then - wow! She giggled when I came out of my orgasmic delirium, and licked my spent cum from wherever it had landed.




Aislin



I told Aislin the next day that I would like her parents to meet mine, and that we could take them out to dinner. I suggested about two weeks out and she assented. We would both be involved in scheduling the event. 

"Aislin, I have to ask you some questions," I began when we were together midweek.

She got a concerned expression on her face and stammered, "Uhm, okay."

"When I talked to your mother, she made it clear that the only wrong answer is one that is not true. I agreed to always tell her the truth, whatever it is. The same thing applies between you and me. I'm asking that you commit to always telling the truth. Will you do that?"

"Oh, yes!"

"What do you want from our relationship? What are your expectations?" I knew that was a very open ended question. I had to know what she really wanted.

She looked at her hands for a moment composing her answer. "I'm very much in love with you, and I'd like to think that we will be together long term."

"Do you think you'll want other relationships before getting to something permanent? Are you going to want to experience others?"

"I've asked myself that same question, Rick. I compare what we have now, with what could be possible in other relationships, and there's not any comparison. I've got what I want now. I don't need anything or anyone else."

"Once we're exclusive, can you be faithful?"

"I know I can. Can I ask you some questions too?"

"Of course."

"Are you going to want other relationships? Are you going to want to experience... pussy?"

Wow. She's been giving this some thought, too. "I'm in love with you, Aislin. The total you. Not 97 percent of you, but the whole person. I'm ready for something long term. I've had pussy before, and I've had other relationships. But now I have you."

"What about the faithfulness thing?"

"I will be faithful to you."

She smiled.

"Aislin, take off your panties."

She got a questioning look on her face, but did as I asked. She sat down again, and I pulled her dress up to expose her naked hips. She was aroused. I knelt between her legs, grasped her left hand, and said, "Aislin - I want to put a ring on this finger. Will you marry me?"

She gasped. I saw her cock twitch, and I immediately took her in my mouth.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Oh my God! Oh my God!"

After she finished spurting, I pulled back. Tears started to fall from her face.

"You know me better than I thought you did. Yes, I'll marry you! Yes, my love!"

In her bed, she showed me how happy she was with my proposal. We didn't get much sleep that night. I asked her not to tell anyone yet, and that we would announce our engagement at the dinner where her parents would meet mine. That meant that she would not even tell her mother. I don't suppose that I could really have kept her from telling Glenda at some point, though at least she could swear her to secrecy. We needed time to find the rings that she wanted, and one that I would like to wear.

Friday evening we went to dinner and I stayed the night. By morning I was drained and rested. She, too, was happily satisfied.

The next day, we spent several hours looking at rings, and chose the ones we would use. None of them needed resizing, so I was able to pay for them and take them with us. I don't know how she kept from cumming when she tried them on.

In the car, I wanted to see if she had cum. So I put my hand inside her panties. She gritted her teeth and immediately spurted several pulses in my hand. "Oh! Uhh! Ahh! Oh God!"

"Wow," I said, "you were on a hair trigger!"

"Why did you do that?"

"I only wanted to see if you had already cum in your panties. You really shot off when I touched you."

"Oh my gosh, I was so hot! I needed that release."

"Well, I'm glad this turns you on. I love it when you cum."

She giggled. "Let me see your hand."

I showed her, and she giggled again. Then she brought my hand to her lips and licked up her mess. Her tongue on my hand felt good. My cock was rock hard in my pants. "Let's get you home, so I can take care of that," she said.

I was on my back. We were both naked. She had one finger inside me, teasing my prostate. She slowly took me to the edge of ejaculation several times, using her hand and her mouth. It was probably a half hour, but it felt like an eternity. I begged her to let me cum. She'd just giggle and shake her head.

Finally, she lay next to me on her tummy. She teasingly nibbled on my ear and whispered, "I'm all lubed up for you. I want you to spread my buns apart and fuck me silly!"

As hot as I was, it's a wonder that her words alone didn't make me cum. I entered her and slid in all the way. I love the sounds she makes when I thrust inside her. And, the words she uses are probably designed to make me spurt before I want to.

My hands firmly grasped her hips as I gave her long, full thrusts. I was able to hold off for about twenty minutes, in spite of her teasing and edging me.

"Uhh! Uhhh! Oh, yes! Fuck your little slut! Fuck my brains out! Make my head spin! Oh! Ohh! Ahhh! I love your cock inside me! Shoot that nasty cum far up inside me!"

I closed my eyes and saw stars as I spurted and spurted. I stayed inside her as we recovered, and then I slipped out. After our showers, she lay on top of me and we both slept.

We decided that we would have a private ceremony in which I would place the engagement ring on her finger before we met hers and my 

parents for dinner. We didn't spend Friday night together, and I went to her place in midafternoon on Saturday.

We both showered, and after we got dressed, I led Aislin to the living room and had her sit down. I had the engagement ring in my hand. I got on one knee before her.

"Aislin, I want to be with you always. Will you be my wife?"

She sniffled, and a few tears rolled down her face. She answered in a quavering voice, "Yes, Rick, I would love to be your wife. Words can't express the depth of my love for you."

I took her hand and slid the ring on her finger. It was a powerful moment. I stood and pulled her up, and held her close. More tears came. Then I lightly kissed her lips.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm more than okay," she smiled.

"You are so beautiful," I whispered. "Let's get ready to meet our parents."

I wore a suit, and Aislin had donned an evening dress. As we were ushered to our reserved table, several males turned their heads to stare at the vision beside me. My parents then showed up. They were surprised to see me in a suit. Aislin's parents arrived a few minutes later. We made introductions, and Aislin discreetly kept her hands out of view for the time being.

I ordered champagne, and while the waiter retrieved it, I said that this was a special day, and that we have a lot to celebrate. The waiter poured the champagne, and then I said, "There's another reason we're celebrating."

Aislin smiled and held her hand so that her ring could be seen. There was an excited chorus of "Oh my God!" from Miriam and my mom. Yes, there were tears from the ladies, and hearty words of congratulations from the fathers.

My dad said, "I'm happy for you, son. You made a good choice. I knew it was just a matter of time after you brought her over to meet us."

Miriam asked, "When did you start wearing the ring?"

"A couple of hours ago. We decided on a private ceremony, just the two of us," Aislin replied with a sly smile.

I thought back to the first time I ever saw Aislin. She was withdrawn, shy, vulnerable. Now she was vivacious, much more confident, and strong. I guess she was always strong, she just kept it hidden.

After the dinner we went back to her bed and made love. Later, after Aislin talked with her mom and mine, we set a wedding date about four months out. We had a lot of decisions to make, including where, who the guests would be, and the wedding party.

Aislin wanted Glenda to be her matron of honor, and I was thinking of James, a friend from work, as best man. We had lunch with James, so he could meet her.

During the weeks until the wedding, Aislin and I saw a little less of each other, so I took a renewed interest in bicycling, which I loved. Aislin got a crash course in cooking and meal preparation from both our moms, which worked out well. Neither of us were strangers to fixing our own food, but meal planning for more than one person was something we each could learn, and Aislin said I could learn from her experience.

There was a lunch for Aislin given by her co-workers, and she wanted me to be there so her work friends could meet me. There we were, enjoying ourselves, and one of the girls there, Carolyn, asked me who my previous serious relationship was. I said her name was Becky. "I know her," Carolyn said. "She doesn't have good things to say about you."

Everyone got quiet. Carolyn went on, "She said you hit her and that you used to screw around on her."

At first I was stunned. Then I burst out laughing. Everyone looked at me questioningly, some of them with obvious disapproval. Except Aislin. She was busily texting on her phone.

"What's so funny?" Carolyn asked.

When I could finally compose myself I said, "That sounds like her. She was the one with the temper. She stepped out on me several times when we agreed to be exclusive. And, once she tried to hit me. I blocked it, of course. That's when I broke up with her."

Then I had a text on my phone. It was from Aislin. It said: sit tight I think u'll enjoy this.

The subject was dropped, for the moment. The mood was more subdued than before. A few minutes later Miriam walked in.

Aislin stood up. "I'd like all of you to meet my mom. Can you stay for lunch?"

Miriam said yes, and then Aislin asked Carolyn to tell Miriam what she said earlier. Miriam had the same response as me. She broke up laughing.

"And you believed her, Carolyn? You believed a bitter control freak of a slut?"

Carolyn stammered, "Uh, well, I guess I wanted to check it out."

Miriam smiled indulgently. "I checked her out a few weeks ago. My son is a private investigator. While I can't divulge details, let's just say that Becky and the truth are an estranged couple."

The mood lightened up after that. Carolyn never mentioned to Aislin how Miriam's information eventually affected her friendship with Becky.

3. The wedding night

Most of the nights that I spent with Aislin were at her place, though we decided that after the wedding she'd move in with me. My apartment was larger, and was more convenient for both of our workplaces.

Our two set of parents got together and gave us a week long vacation package at a honeymoon resort about a hundred miles away.

About two weeks before the wedding, after a night of raucous lovemaking, Aislin suggested that we abstain from further sex until the wedding night. I got hard again, thinking of the implications. We would both be in dire need of release, and our arousal would be ramped up to an incredible level.

"Are you sure you'll be okay with that?" I asked. "Are you going to have an orgasm when I slip the wedding ring on your finger in front of everyone?"

"Oh my gosh, I don't know! I want to hold all my orgasms for when just the two of us are together. If I do cum then, my panties will be soaked. If my knees start to buckle, hold me up, okay?"

I said okay. "The idea is really hot, though. How about one more before we abstain?"

Another round of lovemaking, and we were, by agreement, abstaining until the consummation.

Besides the busy times that most couples experience before the wedding, I increased my bicycling to stave off the stress and to be able to keep my commitment to abstain. Those days before the wedding became more or less a blur.

Aislin was gorgeous in her wedding dress. It hugged her slender body, and her veil added an element of mystery. In front of everyone attending the wedding, her voice was full of love and emotion as she repeated the words given by the minister.

"To have and to hold... from this day forward... forsaking all others..."

Then it was my turn to repeat the words. I watched her closely as I slipped the ring on her finger. She did okay. The other emotions must have overshadowed her arousal.

I lifted her veil as if I were unmasking something fragile. I saw her beautiful face, she was trying valiantly to hold back her tears. Her lips parted slightly to welcome mine. A tender kiss, and Aislin was my bride.

The reception was also a blur. I chose not to drink any alcohol except for the champagne toast. A few hours later, and we were on our way.

We checked in to our suite, and Aislin said she had some preparing to do. I waited on the veranda, appreciating the silence. About a half hour later, she came to me. She whispered sexily, "I am your bride. It's time for you to take me and make me yours alone. I will surrender to you in all ways that you want me."

Oh gosh, the words she comes up with. My boner was almost tearing a hole in my pants. I grasped her hand and led her into the suite. Although barefoot, she was still in her wedding dress.

"Are you wearing your panties, my bride?"

"No, sir, I have no need of them now."

"It's customary for the groom to make his bride cum first on their wedding night. Stand as you are, and pull up your dress. Show me your wares."

She smiled as she gathered her dress above her naked hips. Her legs were naked, too. Oh my gosh, what a beautiful sight she was.

I knelt before her, grasped her hips, and took her in my mouth. She groaned as I worked on her, and her breathing picked up. I didn't want to make her cum right away, but I didn't want to tease and torture her, either. After a few moments I knew she was quickly building up to her orgasm. I felt her cock expand.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in a throaty whisper. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhhh!"

I felt jets of her essence spurt in my mouth as she gave me a profuse serving. Because it was coming from her, my new bride, I reveled in the taste. I swallowed a couple of times. Then she gave a big sigh.

She smiled at me as I got up and undressed. 

"Are you ready for me?"

"Yes sir, I'm all lubed up and ready. Please, I can't wait."

I loved the "sir" words from her. I had to keep in mind that this was a kind of role play only for that night, or possibly the honeymoon.

"Keep your dress on for this one," I instructed. I had her bend forward at the edge of the bed, with her feet on the floor. What a glorious sight she was, bent over the edge of the bed with her wedding dress hiked up above her bare bottom.

"Spread your legs, honey," I encouraged. She did, and I reached for the lubricant and generously slathered some on my anxious cock.

"I'm going to go inside you all the way without stopping, Aislin."

After a pause, she quavered, "Yes, sir."

I spread her buns apart, positioned my cock at her entrance, and in the space of just a few seconds, plunged in all the way. Oh my, it felt good!

"UUUUUH! Aaaahhh!"

"Are you okay, Aislin?"

"Yes, sir..."

I went in and out slowly when I could, since I wanted to make the first session of the wedding night memorable. She wiggled. She squirmed. She kicked her legs whenever I gave her a particularly hard thrust. And her groans and exclamations spurred me on and on. I was surprised that I held off as long as I did. It must have been more than fifteen minutes before I knew I could not hold back any longer.

I surrendered to the feeling, and tightened my grasp on her hips. I saw flashes of light as my cum spurted deep inside her. I waited until my breathing had recovered before I withdrew.

We crawled on top of the bed, and she lay next to me, smiling. "Our marriage has been consummated, my love," she said. "I am yours, and you are mine!"

"That's a good feeling," I replied. I positioned her on top of me, and kissed her hard. She responded in kind. "Aislin - do you want to go inside me?"

"I'd love to. Let me get this dress off."

She was well lubricated, and thrust in and out for quite some time before she exclaimed, "Oh my god!" and wiggled her hips as she shot her spunk inside me. Our connecting felt good.

We showered together and had a dinner brought by room service. Afterward, out on the veranda, we slowly finished off a bottle of champagne while appreciating the silence of the evening. We didn't say much; words were not necessary. We were both trying to experience the present moment as far as possible.

Back in bed, I held her tight, and we slept. During the night, she woke me up in a particularly sensual way, and whispered, "I need you to fuck me." That got my attention, and then she said, "But first, let me get you ready."

I was on my back, and she teased my prostate with gentle stimulation without touching any other part of my body. My cock throbbed with desire, yet she kept teasing. "Aislin!" I whispered.

"Patience, my husband," she giggled. "We have the rest of our lives to experience pleasure."

I tried desperately to keep my hands away from where she was working, and barely succeeded. After an agonizingly long time, when I thought my aching balls were about to explode, she withdrew and giggled. Then she lay on her tummy and said, "I'm ready for you!"

I lubricated her when she spread her firm buns for me. Then I entered her. I slipped all the way inside as I let myself lie down on top of her.

"Ughh! Uhhnh! Ughhh!" she moaned as I vigorously pumped inside her. It didn't take long to spurt everything I had inside her.

I eventually withdrew and had her get on her back.

"Mmmm, you fucked me good! I love surrendering to your cock!"

I kissed her lips, her breasts, and her front down to her pubic mound. Then, vowing to tease her magic spot the same way she did mine, I slipped my finger inside her and gently touched all around. I could see why she likes to do that with me. I had a feeling of control over her responses, and she had to cultivate the self control to resist stimulating herself. At the same time, it's immensely pleasurable to us both.

I kept on lightly stimulating her magic spot as she wiggled and moaned. I quickly brushed my lips on hers, licked under her ear, gave gentle kisses on her nipples. All the while stimulating her insides.

"Oh, I can't take any more!" she gasped. "Please, lover, let me cum!"

I just smiled and shook my head. For several more minutes, I kept up her gradual ascent to pleasure. When I sensed that it was time, I took her in my mouth as I brusquely worked on her magic spot. In almost no time, she crested and began to pulse and spurt. And spurt. And spurt.

Afterward she cried tears of relief and gratitude. We held each other tight and drifted off to sleep again.

The rest of out honeymoon continued like that. Giving each other pleasure, taking walks, holding hands, sightseeing, and, most treasured of all, the whispered words of lovers during the night.

4. Life after the wedding

We were both busy when we got back after the honeymoon. We moved her things into my place. I also talked her into taking up bicycling with me. Eventually we took long rides on a trail next to the river.

Once we both got back home hot and sweaty. Aislin had undressed wanting to take a shower. I tackled her to the bed and kissed her hard. Then I licked her sensual breasts, her underarms, and midsection. Then I got down and took her toes in my mouth. That was an intense turn-on for her. I licked the outsides of her legs, up to her hips.

I took her in my mouth and teased her to a throbbing erect state, not giving her enough stimulation to cum. I waited until she desperately pleaded for relief, and then let her release the salty flood of her cum into my mouth.

I got her on her hands and knees and prepared to enter her. "Okay now," I said, "In we go!"

"Uuuuhgh!"

As I tightly held her hips I energetically thrust in and out. It didn't take long to give her a profuse serving, with her exclaiming, "Oh, yes! I'm your slut! Fuck me hard!"




Aislinn and Cullen - The Honeymoon



The following story is a standalone short featuring the characters from the Leader of the Pack series. It is intended to be a snippet of an important event that occurred between the storyline in the first series and what will be the second. 

It is intended that each story be capable of being read without having read the rest of the series. But if you haven't read the rest because you think it's too long, don't blame me if this encourages you to try the rest.

This idea woke me up at 4am. Yes you all win. I had to get up and write it down before it got out of my head. Please forgive grammar and spelling in advance. I know that I can be atrocious. But have faith that I know it's bad and you've the choice between waiting for an editor or getting the story now. With the response the end of the series got, I figured that you'd want it now. Enjoy.

The Arnauk ancestral home was a one room cabin, hidden away in the mountains at the northern most end of Arnauk territory. It was also the main reason that Cullen Arnauk had acquired this piece of land when he had come to power. He had even bothered to invest money in officially buying it according to human laws, so that he'd be able to keep human development as far away from it as possible.

The cabin itself was ancient and parts had been rebuilt several times over the centuries, but the basic design was pretty solid. There was just the one large room. A modern looking, throw rug covered the middle of the floor and a mat near the door looked out of place beneath the old furniture. A heavy wooden table with ancient looking scars across the surface sat in the kitchen area. There was a very basic wash basin and accompanying pitcher set against the wall and some small counter space. 

Several cushioned wooden chairs and a small couch, as well as a rocking chair were set across from a large stone fireplace on one wall. The frames of the furniture looked as though they had been built by someone who knew what he was doing but wasn't the greatest craftsman when it came to furniture. They were suitable for sitting on, but would never make into the window of an Ethan Allen. The same could be said of the handmade, very worn cushions. The fireplace was huge and held a large cast iron pot on brackets that allowed it to swing into the fire or be pulled out. There was a mantle above the fire that held lanterns and some modern implements for making fires. The lighter, matches, and newspapers piled there were an additional anachronistic touch to the room. 

There was a loft above half of the room. A ladder leading to the loft was braced against one wall. There was a double bed in the loft and several inflatable mattresses, deflated and piled neatly against the wall of the loft. Trunks containing spare clothes, blankets, and bedding were next to the mattresses. There was a slatted board door covering a larder on the floor against the wall beneath the loft. 

Cullen leaned against the wall, his dark brown eyes alight as he watched Aislinn explore. He was more than a little nervous. The few modern conveniences weren't much to speak of. There was even an outhouse round the back of the cabin. The matches and inflatable mattresses were like gold when he'd brought them up here. The only other person who ever used the place was one of his younger sisters. The rest of his close family didn't understand his fascination with it. Cullen wasn't expecting Aislinn to fall in love with the place, but he hoped that she'd be okay with spending their honeymoon here. Currently, the only feelings he was getting from her, through the bond they shared, were amusement and uncertainty. 

Aislinn turned to Cullen after she had a good look around. It had taken several hours on an ATV, then another twenty minutes of hiking to get up to this secluded place. She had no problem with camping, but she figured that they could have done that a great deal closer to where they had started than this. "Okay, I give," she smiled at him, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "There's got to be something important about this place. You've been excellent at hiding your thoughts about it from me." She grinned at him. Ever since they mated she had been able to pick up any stray thought in his head. Just the fact that he had managed to hide this place and what it meant from her made it more fascinating.

"What? You mean you don't think this is the best place ever to spend your honeymoon?" Cullen was fishing and Aislinn knew it.

"Stop teasing. Most guys take their new wives on honeymoons that include conveniences like, oh, bathrooms," she chided. Her eyes narrowed on him. She could feel how important it was to him. She didn't understand why it was a secret. She walked up to him and put her arms around his waist, nuzzling her head into his chest.

Cullen wrapped his arms around her, pressed his face into her soft brown hair and inhaled deeply. He growled his pleasure at the cuddle. "There's an outhouse round back," he answered.

"You're kidding," Aislinn said, raising her face to his and staring at him wide eyed.

He shook his head. Cullen reached up and pushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. "What do you think?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I mean, I don't mind roughing it, my love. I just didn't expect it on our honeymoon. You're making me think that you're one of those weird eccentric millionaires." She grinned at him through the joke. Cullen had more than enough money to take her anywhere in the world and he had brought her to a more than rustic cabin in the back end of nowhere for their honeymoon.

Cullen could hear the disappointment in her voice and Aislinn picked up on the small upset he felt at her disappointment.

"Don't be like that," she said and kiss is chin. "I don't care where we are as long as we're together." She smiled at him. "If this is important to you then it's important to me too." She pulled away from him and grabbed her backpack, then headed for the loft.

Cullen was a bit confused. "What are you doing?"

"Unpacking," she laughed.

Cullen growled and came after her. Aislinn squealed when he lunged for her and dropped the pack as she ran around the couch. Cullen was too fast for her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down onto the couch with him. Aislinn was giggling, lying on top of him. She tried to push herself up and get away, but his arms held her like steel and she was forced to stay put.

He stared into her bright blue eyes and realized that she really was just as happy to be here as anywhere else. He hugged her close and decided to explain. "This place is really important to me. My grandparents lived here and raised my father here. I just wanted to share it with you. I don't ever bring anyone up here." 

Aislinn's smile broadened. "Then it's the perfect place," she said as she stared back into his eyes.

Cullen hugged her tightly and buried his face against her shoulder. He hadn't thought he'd ever find someone he would want to bring here. It wasn't as much the place itself, as it was the way he felt when he was here. Most of his siblings had died long ago. The times they grew up in saw a great many wars between various lycan clans. The one sister and one brother he had left were both the traveling type. He actually hadn't heard from either of them since he'd met Aislinn those few months ago. It wasn't surprising, since he'd often go years without seeing them or knowing how to contact them. But he had hoped that they'd hear about and show up for the mating, since it had been turned into such a big deal.

Aislinn stroked his hair, running her fingers through the black strands. Now that he was thinking about it she understood why she was here. Aislinn cuddled against him. "You never told me that you had any blood family," she said.

Cullen laid his head back and smiled at her. "With everything else that's been going on, it wasn't exactly tops on my list of conversation points to get around to. There's just the two of them. Wenda is my sister. She looks like me, has a firey disposition, and won't stay in one place for more than six months. Last I heard she was in Australia. Tormaid is my older brother. We don't always get along. But we have a mutual respect. He looks like our mother, red hair. There weren't many of us that got the red hair in the family." 

Cullen finally let Aislinn up. He was beyond happy that she was accepting this so well. "All right. Let's get up. I've got some supplies I'll bring in off the ATV. We'll have to go hunting if we want meat." Cullen smiled at her. The thought of running through the woods with her was exciting him already. 

Aislinn grinned and shook her head. He was so happy about all this. "I've never been hunting at all. I can say honestly that I'm not looking forward to killing something. So you'll probably have to do it yourself." 

Cullen kissed her again and then brought the rest of the stuff in. He placed the kitchen supplies and what little food stuffs he had brought up on the counter. Then he carried both their packs up to the loft and put the bed together, leaving Aislinn to get a real good look at their home for the next couple weeks.

***

Cullen had brought some sandwiches for lunch. After they ate Cullen stood up and started stripping off his clothes. Aislinn stared unabashedly at him as he kicked his shoes off, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down over his hips, then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Muscles moved under tanned skin and Aislinn felt heat begin between her legs. She bit her lip, devilish thoughts running through her head. "So I take it that the honeymoon has officially started?"

Cullen threw his shirt at her for the comment. "Come on, I'll show you the rest, piseagan."

Aislinn got up and started to undress. She loved it when he spoke in Gaelic. He let his accent seep into his voice when he spoke and she thought it incredibly sexy. And the fact that he had picked a pet name for her so quickly didn't hurt either.

Cullen took his turn admiring her body. Her pale skin was perfect. She wasn't as hard muscled as lycan women tended to be. She had long slender legs. Soft brown curls covered her mound. Her stomach was just beginning to show signs of the life that was growing there. His eyes traveled to her breasts, the soft pink areolas. He couldn't help wanting to suck on her nipples. The minute she was completely naked, Cullen slipped his arms around her and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm," she moaned against his mouth. Her nipples tightened as they grazed across the hard panels of his chest. The feel of skin on skin excited them both and Cullen began to harden as he held her in his arms. "I thought you were going to show me around," Aislinn said huskily.

Cullen nuzzled her face gently and nibbled at her nose, then her jaw. "You're right," he said. "Play later." He released her and headed for the door.

"Hey," she pouted. "That's not fair."

He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Are you coming?"

Aislinn growled and strode toward him with a determined look. Cullen laughed. He knew exactly what she intended. Faster than she imagined possible, Cullen shifted into a large black wolf and took off out the door. After the shock wore off she shifted into her cat form and took off after him. 

Cullen ran through the woods. The smells, the sounds all ate into him. It had been too long since he was last here. He knew the way by heart. Cullen ducked and dodged around trees. He wasn't hunting so he didn't worry about scaring game. He could hear Aislinn coming. He felt a rush of pleasure at the idea of teaching her how to hunt. Then his mind drifted over all the things they'd get to do here alone and he grew even more excited.

When Aislinn didn't catch up right away Cullen slowed his pace. He figured he was losing her in the trees, since she wasn't used to this kind of thing. Aislinn was trailing after Cullen with ease. Her amber cat eyes picked the large black wolf out easily. Something inside her was exhilarated by the fact that she was chasing after him. Excitement boiled in her stomach as she quietly picked her way through the trees and bushes, narrowing the distance between herself and Cullen, her prey. Aislinn's heart was beating so loudly in her ears that she thought Cullen must be able to hear it. She saw him slow and she adjusted her path to circle around through the trees.

Cullen chuckled, a deep grumbling sound in the wolf's chest. He couldn't believe how excited she was about running through the trees. He couldn't take it anymore. He wanted her next to him. Cullen stopped and turned around to wait for her to come through the trees. Aislinn's mischievous side came through their bond. Cullen realized he was being stalked by the little cat just an instant too late.

Aislinn, he thought at her as he turned and stared into the shadows and light amongst the trees he'd just come from. When Aislinn saw Cullen stop and turn around, she took the opportunity. Suddenly she burst through the bushes on the path. She pounced on him from behind. Cullen's breath was forced out of him as Aislinn knocked him to the ground. Gotcha, she laughed into his mind. Then just as quickly she bounded off into the trees again with a cry of, you're it!

Cullen thought he might die laughing, if he'd been in one of his forms that would allow it. As he was in his wolf he stood up, shook his fur out and sniffed the air for which direction she had gone in. Aislinn, he thought at her with delight, we've talked about what happens when you play hard to get. Remember the shattered sliding glass door? It only took a second for him to find her trail and he began following it.

Aislinn knew that she'd never be able to hide from him. He'd sniff her out too easily. She decided too out think him instead. Mmm, I do remember the glass door, she thought back. I also remember what happened when you caught me. That truly doesn't give me much incentive to not tease you again. It didn't take long for Aislinn to quietly criss-cross through the trees and make it look like she was trying to lead him in circles. Then she found a group of large trees close together and climbed up into the branches to watch for her mate.

Cullen couldn't believe how tough she was making this. Her brown coloring, blended in too well with their surroundings. The stripes that were broken up into spots on her sides helped her disappear into the shadows around the trees under the thick canopy. He kept an eye out for her beautiful stark white underbelly. He knew that would be the easiest part of her to spot. Cullen stalked Aislinn through the bushes. He followed her scent easily and was amused at her attempt to confuse him. I've done this too many times for you to throw me off this easily, Cullen said as he followed one of her trails and skipped tracking the fake one she'd laid out.

Aislinn made herself comfortable on a branch that was well above his reach and waited. You've done this before? How many women have you played this game with, mo graæ?

Cullen found his way to the base of a tree that showed the claw marks of a large cat in the bark. The trail was plain. She'd gone up. Never with one who cheated and climbed trees, he teased. But he wasn't to be defeated so easily. Cullen paced around the base of the tree. His sharp eyes searched the branches above his head. It took him a moment but he managed to find her. She was lounging well out of reach. Cullen paced the ground beneath her and howled up at her his annoyance at her change in the way the game worked.

Aislinn was exceedingly pleased as she looked down at him. Her tail flicked back and forth happily and she stared down at him. I wonder how much force would hit you if I pounced on you from here?

Cullen growled at that. Perhaps then I should just keep going where I intended and leave you here to sit in your tree if you don't want to play fair. Cullen was hoping to trick her into jumping down. He didn't really have much hope in that working, but he really didn't want to have to climb the damn tree.

Mo graæ, Aislinn thought with purposeful excess emphasis and exasperation. I never thought to hear you whine so much. That causes Cullen's hackles to rise as he stared up at her. I don't see why this is so unfair. Just because I'm able to do something you can't do. My nose is nowhere near as sensitive as yours. If you're going to track me, I don't see why I can't out climb you. Aislinn stretched her cat body and let him see the dangerously sharp claws that decorated each brown paw.

Cullen watched her stretch. You really have no idea how incredibly beautiful you are do you? He wasn't sure if she'd catch his new ploy or not. He had been practicing keeping her out of his head. It was tough, but he was getting better at it.

Aislinn loved it when he talked like that. Am I supposed to come down for a cuddle because you're being sweet?

Cullen growled. Sometimes her brain was a pain in his ass. Fine. You want to do this the hard way? Cullen turned hybrid before Aislinn realized what he was up to and jumped straight up at the branch she was sitting on. 

Aislinn was totally unaware that he could jump that high. She had to dig her claws into the branch in order to keep from falling off, when it dipped as he grabbed hold. Cullen swung himself up onto the branch and grabbed at the cat before she could move.

The wrestling match that ensued resulted in the two of them falling off the branch. Cullen's instinct to protect Aislinn kicked in and he flipped them so that he'd land beneath her on the ground. The drop was a good 15 feet from the branch to the ground. Cullen landed on his back with Aislinn on his chest. All the air was knocked out of his chest and his head hit the ground hard enough to make him wince. He lay there stunned a moment.

Aislinn jumped off his chest, worried. Game over. Why did you do that? She nuzzled his face, trying to get him to open his eyes.

Cullen growled. It hadn't been a pleasant fall. But he'd had worse. And Aislinn was obviously okay. He grabbed hold of her before she could realize that he was fine and run off again.

You pain, Aislinn cried at him when he had her trapped in his arms. I was worried. Next time I'm just taking off and you can lay there on the ground for all I care!

Now who'd whining? Cullen rubbed his face into her soft fur. He growled suggestively. So I won. I caught the wild cat. What's my prize?

What do you want? Aislinn looked into his eyes. They exchanged heated looks. This would be new to both of them if she let him have her without changing into her human form. Their sex life to date hadn't been very experimental.

Cullen ran his hands over her body. Aislinn reveled in the feel of his fingers stroking through her fur. She began purring and closed her eyes. Cullen laughed when her backside lifted up into the air like any housecat being petted. 

Aislinn flashed him a sidelong look. If you're gonna make fun, I'm going back to the cabin, she groused.

Don't you dare, he growled. He was already hard and hungry for her. He pulled her around so that he was kneeling behind her. He leaned down, holding her haunches as his tongue snaked out of his muzzle and began licking at her cunt. Aislinn's breath caught in her throat as she watched him. Her heart started to beat faster with the strange excitement of letting him fuck her as a cat. She could feel his long tongue slide inside her, tasting her and finding her wet and ready for him.

Cullen was on fire. He was so happy she was open to things like this. Her reluctance with him had concerned him for a while. His claws dug into her hips as his tongue delved into her and drew out her sweet juices into his mouth. His cock twitched with anticipation and he finally stood up and stayed himself. He was getting too excited. He growled with need and moved up her body, then leaned down over her. He could stand on his hands and knees and Aislinn seemed to fit perfectly beneath him. Cullen rubbed his muzzle against the side of her neck and nuzzled against her. He growled his pleasure at what he was doing. His hands stroke through her fur. 




Aislinn and Cullen - The Honeymoon



Aislinn quivered, anticipating what he might do next. Cullen took hold of the scruff of her neck with his teeth. Aislinn was surprised at how gentle he was about it. Then she felt his shaft probing for entrance. She moved her tail eagerly and Cullen growled appreciatively when he was able to enter her.

Aislinn was smaller in this form and his hybrid form was his largest. She felt her cunt stretching around his cock as he slid into her wet sensitive entrance. Cullen was trying to be slow about it. He could feel the tight fit. Her walls squeezed his cock with waves of pressure as he forced himself in inch by inch. When he finally filled her he held still a moment, before groaning and beginning to trust. Growling and grunting filled the woods, as Cullen fucked her. His knot grew inside her and Aislinn thought she might have to make him stop. She couldn't believe how full she felt. Her claws dug into the ground for purchase, his teeth cut into the scruff of his neck and he thrust against her.

Cullen could feel the head of his cock ramming against her cervix. He held back as much as he could. He kept reminding himself that she was pregnant. But her growling and encouraging mewling made it difficult for him to be gentle.

Aislinn felt her orgasm surge through her with no warning. Cullen released her neck and threw his head back. He thrust into her hard several times, his body jerking with his own release. The two of them were trembling with the intense pleasure. Aislinn whimpered as wave after wave flowed over her. Cullen growled and had to force himself to release her hips from his grip.

Cullen finally pulled her onto her side, as he laid himself down. His cock lodged firmly in her cunt wasn't going to allow them to part for quite some time. Aislinn shifted into her human form and sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around her. One hand stroked over her stomach, as he thought about their children she was carrying. Cullen let his hybrid form slip off as well. The wolf was happily sated and more than willing to give up to the human half right then. Cullen lay there with Aislinn wrapped in his arm, his cock stuck firmly in her cunt, and the afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees above them. He could hear the breeze in the leaves above them and smell the game in the area, mixed with Aislinn's sweet scent. He closed his eyes and sunk into the perfect moment.

***

Aislinn pouted and grabbed at his arm when his soft member slid from her body and Cullen started to get up. He laughed and kissed her on the neck. "Come on, piseagan, I've got things to show you before evening. Then we'll have to hunt, so we'll be able to make dinner tomorrow. I've brought stuff for tonight, but we'll need something for tomorrow. Man cannot live on kisses alone," he teased. "And you need to eat. You're too thin," he smiled. As he spoke he ran his hand over Aislinn's thigh, along her butt and stroked his fingers down into the crease between her legs, stoking her internal fire again.

"Mmm," Aislinn wiggled under his touch. "You're not really making me want to get up and work by touching me like that."

"Oh, well then I guess I'll have to stop," he replied and slapped her on the butt, as he stood up.

"Hey," Aislinn yelped and rubbed the red handprint he'd left behind. She stuck out her lip in a pout. "See, now you'll have to kiss it and make it better," she insisted and turned around to show him the mark he'd left.

He smiled and shook his head. "I wonder if anything will get accomplished with a minx like you tempting me continually." Cullen took her hand, brought it to his mouth and kissed her palm. Then he led her through the woods. 

"I don't think I know which way is back to the cabin anymore," Aislinn realized out loud as she looked around at all the trees.

"Back that way," Cullen pointed, but kept going. "It takes time to get used to the way thing feel in the woods. But after you get used to it, you won't know why it didn't make sense to start with."

Aislinn nodded. Cullen led her down a suddenly steep ledge. He held her hand as he helped with her footing. There were some trees growing along the ledge to use as hand holds and the large rocks they were stepping on were covered with moss, which made it softer on her bare feet. "You know, love, it's a little chilly being naked now that we're not chasing each other about. And shoes might help with rock climbing, if that's your intent." Aislinn could hear running water and feel cool air coming up from the ravine they were climbing down into.

"We're almost there. You know, I didn't wear clothes much as a kid. You're feet just aren't tough enough yet." He looked up at her with a smile. "Do you want me to carry you down?"

"No. I'm just being difficult." She kissed his check. "Lead the way."

Cullen helped her down into the grotto. The air was much cooler as they reached the bottom. The ground was damp and covered in leaves and moss. Cullen led her around a corner as they walked along the basin floor. When they came into a dead end Aislinn was spell bound by the place he brought her to.

Cullen watched her face as she took it all in. There was a small waterfall that trickled down the rocks at the far end of the grotto. Sunlight danced across the water of a small pond. The water was crystal clear as it gathered in a basin of stones. There were a number of caves in the walls around the pond. "Come with me," he said softly and squeezed Aislinn's hand.

She allowed him to lead her to one of the caves near the pond. The sunlight that made it down into the grotto only barely made it inside the cave entrance. Cullen rooted about along one wall and produced a lantern and a lighter. "I just hope it still works. I should have thought to bring a flashlight with us. But you had to go and get playful," he teased.

"You seemed to enjoy it at the time," she said and slid her arms around his waist while he tried to light the lantern. She felt his warmth flood into her. He was excited about something.

"Finally," he said as the lighter produced a flame and he lit the lantern. Then he led the way back into the cave. "Like I told you," he said as if he was prefacing something, "my grandparents originally built that cabin a long time ago. They lived here until they died. My father brought us here when we were little. Duck," he said as he led her under a low hang in the stone roof. "Okay, we cleared the drop." He guided her down the tunnel carefully. When they reached the back of the cave Cullen lifted the lantern and placed on a large boulder in the middle of the room. "Before there was the cabin, my grandparents lived here," he said softly. 

"How many amazing things are you going to show me," Aislinn asked in awe as she walked to the back wall of the cave. There was a relief carved, intricately into the wall. It was a beautiful tree etched into the stone. Names were engraved on various branches of the tree and different captions in Gaelic were written near some of them.

"One of my uncles did this," Cullen said as he watched Aislinn examine the carving in the wall. 

"It's beautiful," she said softly.

Cullen stepped up behind her. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped one arm around her waist. "I have another name to add to the tree now," he whispered into her ear. "Over here." He pointed to the tree where he name was and the space near it for his mate's name. "Then, when the children are born," he stroked his hand over her stomach. "We'll have to come back."

Aislinn started to cry happy tear. She couldn't help it. She never would have expected such a strange place to be so romantic. She turned in his arms to look into his eyes. He seemed to be searching her for something. He wiped the tears away.

"Now I know you belong with me," he said with a smile. "There aren't too many women who'd be happy with this as their honeymoon." 

Aislinn laughed at his joke and they held each other for a moment before he pushed her away. "Let me take care of this so that we can get out of the cold," he said. In the wake of what he had shown her, Aislinn had completely forgotten that they were standing naked, in a freezing cold cave. 

Cullen produced a small metal tool from somewhere and went to the place on the etching that he had pointed to. The rock was relatively soft stone. Cullen carefully carved Aislinn's full name into the rock face. Aislinn watched him work with her arms wrapped around herself. Her hand went to her stomach and she felt a warm glow inside of her. 

When Cullen finished he brushed the dust away and stared at it. "My uncle was much better at this than I am," he said and looked to her for approval.

She walked up to the wall and touched her name where it was next to his. "I think it's perfect," she smiled over her shoulder at him and he pulled her into his arms again. He kissed her neck and shoulder, where he had scarred her during their mating. Aislinn immediately began purring.

Cullen led her back out of the cave and they returned to the cabin. By the time they got back it was getting toward evening. They both got dressed and ate the dinner Cullen brought. They talked about family and their lives before they met. Aislinn was tired from the trip up to the cabin and then the hike to the cave. So Cullen let her get away with skipping the hunt that night and taking a nap instead.

There was something he found very satisfying about bring the deer he killed back to the cabin. He gutted it and prepared it so that they'd have meat for the rest of the time they were there. Cullen figured he could start Aislinn's hunting lesson with rabbits anyway. 

***

Aislinn stood in the doorway of the small cabin. She was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants she'd brought and a white cotton t-shirt. None of her other clothes fit any longer. She was amazed at how quickly her jeans had stopped fitting. Cullen was amused. As much as he liked her tight jeans showing off her ass, he loved the fact that she was pregnant more. He just kissed her when she complained about it and suggested that she walk around naked. 

They had been planning on leaving that day and going back down to the reservation, but the sky looked ominous and Cullen refused to have her out on an ATV in a thunderstorm. Besides, one more night in the cabin wouldn't hurt anything. 

Cullen was chopping wood for the fireplace. He was wearing a pair of jeans, but no shirt. Aislinn felt heat pooling between her leg as she watched him swing the axe. His muscles rippled under his skin and sweat beaded until it ran in drops off his chin and back with each swing. Aislinn had noticed that her sex drive was getting more intense day by day. That was another thing that amused Cullen. 

He could feel her eyes boring into him as he chopped wood. Cullen looked up at her standing in the doorway and smiled as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was of a mind to stay here at the cabin until the litter was born. He couldn't believe how much he had enjoyed spending the days walking in the woods, cooking, taking care of the fire, and just being with Aislinn. At night they'd go hunting and make love. Cullen had shown her the little grotto with the stream that led down to the small pond. He took her to the caves that he played in when he was little and showed her where the tree fort he had build with his brothers had been. It had been the perfect honeymoon. Cullen just wished it could be their life. He loved the pack, but for the first time in his life he found something more important to him than being an alpha.

The sky was growing darker by the minute and a clap of thunder boomed over head. The breeze had been pretty intense since lunch time. But it was starting to pick up even more. Soon it would be knocking branches out of the trees. 

He finished chopping the wood and piled a bunch of it in his arms to take into the cabin. When he got to the door Aislinn refused to move out of his way. One look in her eyes and he knew that he was in for trouble again. Cullen laughed as she reached down to grope him while he stood there holding the wood.

"Hey now," he chuckled. "Do you want dinner or not?"

Aislinn growled wantonly at Cullen and started pulling on his zipper. Her eyes swirled amber and she bit her bottom lip.

Cullen shook his head. "Do I at least get to put the wood down?"

Aislinn growled again and pushed his jeans down over his hips, then reached for his cock. "Here we are, getting ready to leave and you still haven't fulfilled that promise you made me before we left to come up here."

Cullen laughed again. He dropped the wood off to the side of the door, realizing that he wasn't getting inside. The wood thudded on the porch. Cullen smiled down at her and braced himself with a hand on either side of the doorframe. "And what promise might that be, piseagan?"

Aislinn grinned at him and leaned closer to him. She breathed in the musky scent of Cullen, hard work, and outside that clung to his skin. He could feel her breath, hot as she exhaled against his flesh and then cooling as the breeze wafted through the porch and warred with getting into the small cabin. "You promised that I could get a turn on top." Her eyes caught fire as she suggested it.

Cullen laughed. "It's not my fault I have a natural tendency to take the dominant role, piseagan. If you want to be on top," he shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. "I could try and curb the wolf a little." Cullen tried to grab hold of her, but she ducked under his arm and out into the clearing in front of the cabin. 

"Grabbing me isn't very submissive, mo graæ," she said, turning to eye him with annoyance. Her temper had been getting worse as well.

Hormones, Cullen thought to himself.

"I heard that," she growled at him.

Cullen eyed the angry sky as he walked up to her. It was going to open up any minute. "Come back inside. I'll give you whatever you want." 

Aislinn decided to be obstinate. "What if I don't want to go inside?"

Cullen huffed. The sooner they got back to the Madadh-Allaidh Saobhaidh the better. "So what do you want?"

Suddenly there was a clap of thunder and rain began to pour from the sky. Cullen grinned when the white t-shirt she was wearing became transparent as the rain drenched them both in record time. He could see her pretty pink nipples poke at the material and was dying to have a taste. Her breasts were getting larger with the pregnancy and more sensitive. He'd found that she moaned beautifully if he suckled on her nipples. But she was being difficult and he knew if he tried anything remotely aggressive he wasn't going to get to play. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up to the sky. There was nothing wrong with a little rain, he needed to get cleaned up anyway. 

Take your pants off, Aislinn ordered in his mind.

He looked down at the little cat who was giving him orders and smile. He bowed his head submissively to her and removed his sopping jeans.

Aislinn walked around the handsome naked wolf standing before her as the rain ran over his muscles. She let her hand trail over his chest and shoulders. When she was standing in front of him again she trailed her fingers along his chest, down his stomach, and across his semi-hard cock. 

You must be enjoying the game a little, she thought at him as she toyed with him. Her fingers pulled back his soft foreskin so that she could stoke the head and run her fingers over the sensitive ridge. How could I not like you touching me?

Aislinn put her hands on his cheeks and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was demanding, her tongue pressed against his lips for entrance. He let her control each movement, waiting for her next order. There was a part of him that was definitely rebelling against giving her control. But there wasn't anything in existence he wouldn't do to make her happy. So he caged the growling annoyed wolf and smiled at her when she looked at him with raised eyebrows and a questioning glance. He just bowed his head to her again.

Take my sweat pants off, she ordered. 

Cullen knelt before her and took hold of the sweat pants at her hips. He couldn't help but lean in and nuzzle the bulge in her belly as he drew the pants down her legs. She braced herself on his shoulders as she stepped out of the pants. Cullen kissed her stomach and then looked up at her for the next order.

Lay down, she ordered.

Cullen sat back and then lowered himself to the ground. He put his hands behind his head. His cock was standing straight up and the rain was coming straight down. He had a hard time looking up into her face with the rain on his face. So he closed his eyes and waited to see what she'd do next.

Aislinn looked down at the incredibly sexy man who was lying before her. Her cat yowled in her mind, wanting to take over. But she refused to give up her fun right now. Aislinn stepped over Cullen's body and knelt over him, straddling him at the waist. She put her hands on his chest and rubbed her pussy against the head of his cock.

Cullen groaned and had to restrain himself as she drew her wet slit up and down his cock. Aislinn smiled. She knew how much it was taking for him to hold back. She was enjoying the power play more than she'd thought she would. Cullen looked up at Aislinn as she straddled him, teasing his cock and feeling superior. He loved the way she looked with the white t-shirt clinging to her body and her hair wet and dripping onto him from above.

I want you to shift to hybrid, she told him. There was an edge of uncertainty in that order.

Cullen grinned at her. Brave one, he said. Do you really think you can dominate that side of me?

Aislinn stared into his eyes. You're going to control him. 

I make no promises.

Too late, Aislinn thought at him, you already made the promise. Now you have to go through with it. 

Cullen took a deep breath. He couldn't decide if she was taking this too far or not. Why do you want to do this so badly?

Aislinn didn't even have to think about it. Because we're supposed to be equals. But in pretty much everything I've followed your lead and let you control all of it. I want to know that you really think I'm equal to you. I want to prove to myself that I can be equal to you, before we go back to the pack and I have to try and be the alpha's mate.

Cullen wasn't positive that he'd be able to force his wolf to just lay back and take anything. He'd spent his entire life fighting to dominate everyone. But Aislinn was right. She was his equal, not his submissive.

Cullen growled and called up his wolf. It wasn't far beneath the surface, considering they were in the middle of some pretty intense foreplay. Aislinn watched by the light of the storm flashing above them as Cullen's face took on the form of a muzzle, his ears moved back on his head and covered with fur, his chest broadened and covered in black fur. She didn't have to look in order to see his cock thicken and a fist sized knot begin to grow at its base. She had gotten to the point where she almost preferred his hybrid form, because of his size and the way his knot felt filling her needy cunt.

Aislinn had him pinned beneath her. She could feel him struggling with himself to allow her to control the situation. Especially since she made it pretty apparent that she was going to do this in her human form, which was the weakest of the three she had to choose from. His wolf growled in frustration as Cullen held himself back and allowed Aislinn to lower herself onto his cock. She went agonizingly slow, and Cullen was dying to grab her hips and pull her down onto his shaft or thrust up into her. One way or the other he wanted to be completely inside her and she was torturing him with her slow descent. 

Aislinn growled down at him. Serves you right, she thought at him seriously. Do you know how many times you've done this to me?




Aislinn and Cullen - The Honeymoon



Cullen growled and then howled into the raging storm as she provoked him. Finally she forced herself completely down onto him. She moaned with satisfaction as his knot filled her cunt. He was already starting to swell inside her, locking them together. Cullen felt heat running down the inside of his thighs as Aislinn's juices flowed out and around the base of his cock. It was a sharp contrast to the cold rain pouring down on them and made the sensation more intense. He was pleased that she was enjoying herself.

Aislinn ground her hips against Cullen. A delicious pressure was building deep inside her belly. Heat burned her body until she wondered that steam wasn't rising from her skin. Cullen lie still beneath her and let her dominate him. Aislinn moaned her pleasure, leaned back as she rode him, and began pinching and twisting her nipples through the wet t-shirt as he watched. Cullen's hands formed fists at his sides as he held back. He never saw anything quite as erotic as the beautiful creature writhing above him by the light of the storm, soaked in rain, and moaning into the night. It took his breath away. Even his wolf was willing to quiet and watch.

Aislinn was getting closer and closer to her climax. Cullen could feel her mind drifting away from controlling him. She stopped thinking about anything as her body melted into the hot waves of passion consuming them, even in the cold rain. Her breathing became labored and she leaned forward again so that she could stare into Cullen's eyes as she neared her climax. A wicked grin turned her lips and Aislinn shifted into her hybrid cat. Her eyes almost glowed. Her face took on the aspects of a jungle cat in a beautiful mixture of human and feline that entranced Cullen each time he watched it. She growled only a momentary warning, before she lay down on his chest, kissed in collar bone and then moved to the sensitive flesh just at the join of his neck and shoulder.

Excitement pushed Cullen closer to the edge as he realized her intent. She had yet to mark him in all of their play together. It wasn't something he wanted to push her into. He felt her nibble on the spot she had chosen. His wolf willingly held still for this. Her sharp cat canines pierced his skin. Aislinn was hesitant at first. It was as if she wasn't sure she should be doing it. Then suddenly she bit down, hard. Cullen growled his pleasure as the pain pushed him to within a breath of his climax. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her. By all the Gods, Aislinn, tá grá agam duit. His thoughts were almost desperate as they filled her mind. Aislinn tasted the coppery hot fluid as it filled her mouth and she bit down just a bit harder, making sure that it would scar over as it healed.

Cullen was holding back by a thread. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. Finally, her body tensed and she cried out her pleasure, releasing his shoulder from her lips and throwing her head back. Cullen growled his relief as he emptied himself into her, his body racked with intense spasms that seemed to last forever. Aislinn collapsed forward onto his chest and lay there as she tried to regain her senses. Making love to Cullen never failed to send her into complete overload. 

After a few moments Cullen's body shifted beneath her and the soft fur rubbing against her was replaced by warm flesh. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. "I am allowed to touch you of my own accord again, right," he teased.

Aislinn sat up and kissed him. She couldn't believe he'd let her get away with that. She was about to answer him when she saw a shadow move.

Cullen felt the surprise and fear suddenly invade her mind and he his head, following her gaze. "What?"

"I think I saw something move," she said. They both watched the trees and shadows as lightning flashed and the rain poured down. 

"There's no one in this area, Aislinn. Are you sure it wasn't a deer or bear?"

"No, I'm not sure. But something doesn't feel right," she said.

Cullen knew better than to doubt her when she said something like that. They were in a very vulnerable position. He was still swollen inside her. He could force them apart but that would be more than a little painful this soon after finishing. Cullen sat up and had her wrap her legs around him. He stood, carrying her with him and took her into the cabin, leaving their discarded clothes in the clearing. 

Even with the scare, Aislinn couldn't help smiling as he held her with one arm and slid the deadbolt. He smiled and gave her a cockeyed grin as he carried her over to the shelf the towels were neatly folded on. It was pretty dark inside the cabin. The only light came from the flashes of lightning outside and they weren't exactly in a position to make lighting a fire easy. Cullen grabbed a towel and took her over to the couch. Sitting down, he pulled her wet t-shirt over her head and began toweling her off. "I don't want you getting sick," he said as he ran the towel gently over her stomach.

Aislinn let him fuss and dry her off. They were both listening to the storm rage and watching the few windows for evidence of something more dangerous than a wild animal outside. 

"I'm gonna try something," Aislinn said. Cullen knew from the tone she used that she was going to try something he wouldn't like. She kissed him reassuringly when she felt the doubt from him. She took a deep breath and relaxed. Aislinn thought briefly about the way it felt the few previous times that the fates had forced her to leave her body and view things around her. Aislinn willed herself to give in to one of her premonitions.

At first she didn't think it was going to work. She sighed. Between the darkness in the cabin and having Cullen wrapped around her and inside her, she felt almost inclined to fall asleep. Suddenly she felt the familiar tug at her mind and she pulled away from herself. A terrible feeling of loss overcame her. It was enough to drag sobs from her even though she didn't know what it was. It was like there was something missing from inside her.

"This isn't what I wanted to know," she called into the black. "You're not even telling me what this is about."

Aislinn felt the vision start to slip away from her when she tried to force it to give her what she wanted. She had to remind herself to surrender to it and let the fates tell her what they saw fit. As she sank back down into the moment she felt the agonizing loss wring her soul dry. She had never felt anything so terrible. Nothing done to her in her past could compare with what had been stolen from her this time, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't find what it was.

Cullen waited as patiently as he could. When he felt her start to cry in his arms and the fogged emotions he was getting from her were pain and anguish, he couldn't handle sitting there and waiting for her to come back to him.

He stroked her hair gently. Aislinn, he called into her mind. 

Aislinn snapped back into the moment with tears streaming down her face. She stared at Cullen blankly and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't know," she answered his questioning look. "Something is wrong. I don't know what it is. But something terrible is wrong."

Cullen growled and held her as she cried. Sometimes he hated her druid half. 

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*Aislinn* The Druids and Her Powers

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*Cullen and Aislinn* The Birth

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