written by Christine
Chapter 15
“Inutaishou,” she paused until he looked at her with a tear stained face. The look on her face in the dim light of the moon, was one he had never seen on her before. She brushed away the tears from his face even as hers continued to flow. “Forgive me. Please forgive me. I love you. I’ve wanted you so much through these empty years."
“Isabo” came his whisper, merely a breath on the wind but full of emotion – all the love in the world was in that one word. His mouth searched for hers and found it; drowning her with his passion. He finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “I always took you for granted. I didn't even realize how much you meant to me until you where gone. Even when I was with Izayoi, I never forgot you.”
“If you still want me, you can have me, even if it's only this one night….” Isabo murmured, lowering her eyes.
“No, my love! not just one night, forever. Will you come back to me and be my mate again?” he pleaded
“But the girl…” Isabo started to ask, Tears were flowing freely now
“You are my true mate.” He said, crying his own tears. He crushed her to his chest afraid to let her go.
“Are you sure?” Isabo asked. She had to ask one more time.
"Absolutely!" he responded.
"Then yes!" Isabo responded in joy. "Yes, my love, yes!"
Inutaishou filled with so much happiness his heart felt like it would burst. He covered her face with kisses as she let her dress fall. His hands moved over her bare back, down to caress her buttocks and then to the front to caress her breasts as she worked on removing his remaining articles of clothes. Isabo laid her head on his familiar muscular chest and embraced him. She breathed in his male scent and ran her hands down his back and caressed his buttocks. His need was rising and his shaft poked her in the stomach, demanding space and attention. She stroked it and started to drop to attend to it but he stopped her and instead he put her gently down on his fur cloak.
He knew every inch of her and he knew what pleasure each part brought to her. He worked his way down her body until he was between her legs, which she opened up gladly for him. He stopped for a moment just looking at her. Then he started dipping at her like a bee after honey. He went softly at first and then intensified to licking and nibbling. She inhaled and moaned with pleasure at his touch.
He moved to the inside of her thighs, kissing and stroking and then slowly followed his own hair up to her face. He kissed her open mouth. They played with each other’s tongues, tasting each other, remembering.
He felt his need grow so intense that he had to pause to keep control.
"Please, Inutaishou, make us one again, " she begged.
He complied by moving down and forward, and inserted himself inside of her. The two of them were one once more. She wrapped her legs around him, stimulating herself as she met every thrust. She called out his name as she climaxed again.
“Isabo!” came her name again, this time in a shout of passion as he spilled his seed inside of her. He strained hard, keeping himself inside as long as possible. Finally, he could stand no more and collapsed into her welcoming arms. She love the feel of his weight as he rested. He was always careful to not place too much on her.
When he rolled off of her, she kissed him and then she smiled with a seductive teasing look that let him know she was done yet. He moaned but smiled as she turned and straddled his chest so he could pleasure her while she brought strength back to him. Isabo curled her fingers into the snow-white hair surrounding his flaccid penis, and began to lightly encircle the head with gentle fingers. She licked at it and stimulated the sacks below it while she move her lower body just above his head. She smiled as she felt his member come back to life. She licked it's head and then took it in her mouth. She could smell herself on him and tasted the combination of salt from their last love making. She sucked and moved on him until he was engorged and hard; his head dark red with rushing blood. Then she backed off, licking at it, teasing, and he thrust himself at her, silently begging for more. She moved just out of reach and laughed lightly.
“Vixen!” he growled but there was no malice in his voice. These were familiar games.
Finally she took pity on him and wrapped her mouth around his length, feeling his throbbing pulse inside of her mouth. Isabo ate him as if he were sugarcane, sucking and licking, teasing the little opening, all the while her hands kneaded at his heavy balls. His hips began to move in time with her, a slow sway of need, and he closed his eyes tight, concentrating on the incredible feelings that she was creating. He began to thrust deep, close to his climax.
“I can’t hold back….” he moaned.
“Don’t.” she replied. “I want to taste you.” And she did. He came long and hard, pumping out slick spurts and she licked it up, tasting his true essence. This was her mate; he would always belong to her!
