Hunter and the prey

Hunter and the prey

Wanda x Ian

She wanted to know why he loved her. For now she would be happy just learning how he made her body sing from any position. It was something that surprised her; a creature currently on its sixth and final life cycle due to her partner. He knew what she really was, the small silvery worm at the back of her head. Moaning lightly she soon sent those thoughts to the farthest corner of her mind. Ian was here and they were enjoying the nuances of human mating rituals. Currently he was doing things to her host body that made her feel close to shattering. His eyes were bright against the black of the room, two ice blue torches that made everything feel that much more delicious. Feeling a small digit in her made her squirm as an unforeseen tightness began to twist somewhere. Wanda moaned against her lips trying to stay silent as something in her was twisting, grazing, and flexing in to different spots that made the coil turn more and more. It felt like she was the prey of some odd hunt where instead of someone's death only their supposed release was needed. Rubbing up against something pulled a gasp as a small jolt of pleasure went through her. A thicker longer invader was primed at her entrance only for her to look up finding the two ice blue eyes currently above her. Nodding her answer to the unasked question he began to push in to her slowly. Excruciating slowly as a tight grip was made tighter by her petite size despite her age. Wanting him to speed up she knew he was going to make her feel every moment in the step by step process, a warm haze crept on her thoughts. Moving brought an electricity to both of them growing with the moans and hisses of the other. [How could humans survive going through such demanding physical activities. How could anyone not be instantly engaged in this. How is his tongue doing that?] Her lover was currently licking at her chest taking the small buds on her fair chest drawing over them in unseen designs, all for her. “Ian,” she panted” so close..... to what” “Orgasm, Wanda. Release to the one you love is always the best.” She groaned as he began to pump faster in her own moans supplemented by his own gasps. A hard thrust to the base opened her mouth with a whimper. The next one met some rare moisture before the last one pulled at her insides in a wave soon absorbed by the bedding under them. Energy draining from the reaction a feeling of a thick warmth shot from him. Maddening was the best word as it pumped everything it had without issue leaving her warm, content, and slightly guilty they had not done this sooner. Remembering the pill she had taken the chance of pregnancy was near zero. “So good. I..need... rest.” Laying against his side she tried coherent thinking before just enjoying the warmth of her lover. Next time she would try to hunt him just as passionately.