In the Arms of Fenris part 8

Our daughter is home from college and we went out to the dunes to play. Snow, sun, fog and lots of sand. We are exhausted. So, you lucky blog readers get a chapter of Fenris!

Graydon followed her and saw to it that she really climbed in bed. He excused himself to use the bathroom and when he came back, she was out of bed and nearly dressed.

“Oh no you don’t! I said rest, and you will.”

Marty just shook her head. “No, I have stuff to do around here, and if I have a day off, I might as well get it done.”

Graydon stepped over to her and picked her up. Gads she was a small and squirmy handful. Her curls were tickling his nose, so he hitched her up higher in his arms as he carried her towards the bed. Marty’s own nose was stuck next to his ear and almost under his hair. The scent struck her and she stopped wiggling. Graydon figured that she had finally come to her senses and set her down.

“You! It was you in bed with me last night. Or at least I thought… no, I remember a dog. A big dog, but you smell just like that dog. All spicy and…” she stopped. “I don’t understand.”

“Marty, sit down on the bed and we’ll talk.” Graydon sat on the edge of the bed within arms distance. Got to tread lightly he thought. Can’t mess this up. Don’t want to change jobs or leave town. Not now. Besides, if he hurt Marty, Ma Henry and Kenny would flay him alive.

“Marty, I want to talk to you about something and I need you to have an open mind. If at any point you want to stop, just let me know and I’ll leave.”

Marty wasn’t sure where this was going, but she was too curious to stop. She grabbed a pillow off the bed and hugged it to herself, resting her chin on the top. “Okay, go for it.”

“First off, I did spend the night with you. You grabbed the covers when I tried to cover you up and trapped my hand. So, I laid down with you. Slept with you. That’s it,” he cleared his throat, preparing to explain the rest when she interrupted.

“So, where did the dog come from and why do you smell like the dog I dreamed about?” she asked.

“Umm…” Graydon hesitated and then decided to just say it. Worst she could do is laugh or scream. “Because, the dog was me. And it wasn’t a dog, it was a wolf.” He stopped there, and waited.

Marty gave him a look that combined confusion, puzzlement and incomprehension all at once. “Wolf? You?” She thought for a moment more. “You’re the reason Ashka went all funny! But how? I don’t understand,” she said.

Graydon thought for a moment and couldn’t figure out an easy way to say this, let alone explain it. In fact, he had never figured out an easy way to discuss the other side of his life. “Marty, I’m a werewolf.”

Marty just looked at him. She didn’t know whether to laugh or just shake her head. “You’re a werewolf? Like in the stories? Turn furry when the moon is full and all that shit?” she asked not sure is she really believed him.

Graydon nodded. So far, she was handling this much better than he expected. For the moment. She could still start screaming any second.

“Do you eat people?” she asked.

Graydon felt the smile play over his face. “No, I don’t eat people. Nor do I bite and turn others into werewolves. It’s genetic, not contagious. I go furry when I want to, but the urge to do so is stronger at the dark and full moon. My dad is a werewolf and some of my siblings are. Mom isn’t. She’s totally human. Oh, and I keep up on my shots and wear a collar if I go out at night in the city.” Graydon sat back and watched her face and body language. She hadn’t panicked. He’d have smelled that. In fact, she looked rather thoughtful, as if she was taking this all in and wasn’t bothered by it.

“Marty? What are you thinking? Do I need to leave?” he asked.

Marty had a thousand thoughts racing through her head. He’d been the dog she thought she’d dreamed. He was also the reason the animals had acted strangely that night. But, Kenny loved him. Thought he was great and listened to him so well. Well, maybe that was because he was a wolf. He had been a gentleman when he could have taken advantage of her. He seemed to care about her too which was nice. She wasn’t sure exactly what to think. Marty wasn’t sure what to make of the way her body responded to him either.

“Marty?” he asked again.

“Oh. Sorry. Just putting all the pieces together. I know that this may sound funny, but I’m okay with this. I think,” she went silent for a minute, and Graydon waited. “Okay, let me get all of this straight in my head. You’re really a werewolf?”

“Yes. Have been all my life.”

“It’s genetic.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t eat people. Or shred them like in the movies?”

“No. I’d much rather go eat at the Dirty Spoon. As for movies and the way they portray my kind, it’s inaccurate in all sorts of ways. Most of us are not homicidal monsters who think of men as cattle. We might forget that we are human, or not communicate well with our human side, but that is a different matter,” he said.

“Okay. How much control do you have over shifting to wolf?” she asked.

“I can control it ninety percent of the time. In moments of danger or panic or sometimes in my sleep, I shift without active control,” he explained.

“Which is why I dreamed that I slept with a big dog.”

“Yes, otherwise, the most you might have noticed is what the dogs at work did. That I smell different.”

Marty put her pillow down and came closer to Graydon. She put her nose next to his ear and sniffed. There it was, that spicy mocha scent. It had been all over the pillow she had been clutching. “You do smell good. Very good.” She moved closer to Graydon and kissed him on the lips.

He kissed her back, and although he felt his heart begin to race, he was doing his best to control his emotions. She hadn’t panicked. She hadn’t screamed. In fact, she was being more intimate with her kisses than any woman he’d been with in months. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. They kissed for a long time. Then Marty pulled her face away from his.

“Graydon, you honestly care about me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice going husky. “It’s not just lust either. I like the way you work with animals and people. You treat them the same. And I love the crazy place you eat most of the time. Besides, you smell good to me,” he kissed her neck as he finished speaking. It sent shivers down her spine.

“Oh,… that feels so good,” she said.

Graydon smiled at that and took the kisses down around to her collarbone. Her shirt was in the way, and he unbuttoned one button, kissed her skin there and then looked to her face for a reaction; for permission to continue. Marty smiled at him and arched her back to bring the next button closer to his hand. It was Graydon’s turn to smile.

He undid her shirt, and kissed his way down to the waistband of her jeans and then back up to her cotton bra. Graydon snuffed his nose around the edges of it and kissed her nipples through the cloth. Marty moaned. He ran the tip of his tongue up the skin between her breasts until he reached her throat. Marty shuddered with pleasure.

Graydon moved the shirt off of Marty’s shoulders and then down her arms. It fell to the floor, followed by her bra a moment later. Marty sat astride Graydon’s lap, and pulled at his sweatshirt. He helped her pull it off between snatching kisses. That started them both giggling. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled them together until they were skin to skin. The heat of their bodies felt so good. Marty started to push them over and Graydon held her tight and rolled both of them until they were nearly in the middle of the bed. Marty was sitting astride him still, her curls hanging down around her face. She was tracing her fingers over the hair on his chest and giving small kisses. It was his turn to moan.

“It’s so soft,” she said.

“What?”

“The hair on your chest. I expected it to be wiry. Most men I’ve dated have been like sleeping with a hairless boy or a Brillo pad. You’re just soft,” she said as she continued to run her fingers across his chest.

Graydon’s hands cupped her breasts and he moved his fingers enough to roll her nipples back and forth. They stiffened. Marty moaned and ground her butt against his crotch. He felt so hard that he thought he’d burst. “M-marty, I…” he started and got no farther. Marty felt him press against her and moved down the bed. Graydon let go of her breasts and lay there in anticipation.

Marty undid the buckle of his belt and then slowly eased the button and zip on his jeans. She didn’t want to catch him in the zip as he was pressed so hard against it. She moved farther down and as he lifted his hips, she pulled his jeans off, leaving him in cotton bikini underwear. His erection stretched the material taut.

Standing up at the end of the bed, she dropped her own jeans and then her undies to the floor. She crawled back up the bed, caressing his legs with her hands. Graydon sat up on his elbows to watch her move up his body. The curls tickled his legs, but he didn’t care. When her lips got near the top of his thighs, she stopped to kiss the skin right at the edge of his underwear. Graydon almost sat straight up. Marty looked up at him and smiled. Then she kissed the top of him as he strained against his underwear.

“M-marty…”

Marty took the top of the underwear in her fingers and pulled them down and off. His erection sprang free and she looked at the fine hair all around it and his balls. Not hair, fur. It was soft and fine, like that on his chest. She kissed his balls and the base of his shaft.

Graydon groaned. He wanted to grab her in his arms, but she kept just out of reach. If he sat up, she stopped. He leaned back on his elbows and waited.

Marty kissed to the top of his shaft and then as slowly as she could, lowered her mouth onto him. She ran out of throat before she got down towards his balls. She’d never mastered the art of opening her throat enough to take someone all the way in. It didn’t matter though. The way Graydon was built it still wouldn’t have worked. She was running her tongue over him and felt him shudder.

Graydon grabbed her shoulders. “Marty, stop. I don’t want to go so fast. Please,” he said in a throaty whisper.

Marty slowly let him out of her mouth. Graydon then pulled her up to him and started kissing her lips. She eased onto the bed. His hands went to her breasts, playing with her nipples. Then one hand drifted down her belly until it found her triangle of curls. His fingers went farther and felt how wet she was.

“I see that I’m not the only one with soft hair,” he whispered in her ear. His fingers played over her lower lips. Marty shifted her hips so that he could touch her more readily. His fingers slid into her and she squirmed against his hand as he moved his fingertips over those sensitive inner spots. His fingers moved in and out matching the rhythm of her hips. Graydon brought his fingers up and in until he reached that small tender button. He gently caressed it and she arched off of the bed in pleasure.

“Ohhh…” escaped her lips in a whisper.

Graydon brought his lips down around her nipple and sucked on it. He enjoyed the feeling of it getting harder under his attentions. His hands continued to caress her lower lips as he moved his mouth from one nipple to the other. Then he kissed his way down her belly, letting his lips replace his fingers. She tasted sweet and salty. His tongue moved over her lips and clit until she grabbed his head and wrapped her fingers in his hair as she came. He kept it up as she shuddered again and again. Graydon lowered her back onto the bed and moved back up to the pillows where her head lay in a pile of curls.

“Gray,… Oh gods… I want…” she tried to speak, but was still breathing fast. Giving up speech, she pulled him to her until he was between her legs. The tip of his erection brushed her lower lips in a light teasing motion. She arched and he held back.

“Are you ready?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Yes.”

She arched her hips towards him and he slowly entered her. It took all of his control not to explode right there. She was so hot and wet that they slid together easily. Graydon was trying not to bury himself to the hilt, as he didn’t know how she was built. The last thing he wanted to do right now was hurt her because he plunged too deep. They started to build a rhythm and he felt himself go deeper and deeper. Marty didn’t flinch, and so he let go of a little bit of control and brought their hips together with his next stroke.

“Oh… oh… oh…“ Marty moaned.

Graydon wasn’t sure if that was pain or pleasure. “Are you okay?” he asked as he slowed down his thrusts.

“I’m fine. It feels so good. Oh… gods… don’t stop…” she thrust her hips tighter against him as she spoke.

Graydon smiled and moved faster. It did feel good. He had rarely found a woman who was comfortable with all of him inside of her. Their bodies moved together faster and faster. Marty began to arch up off of the bed as her orgasm built. Graydon too felt the heat build from the base of his spine and realized that he could hold off no longer. Thrusting hard enough to shake the bed, he came arching and shuddering. Marty orgasmed seconds later and the two of them collapsed to the bed in a pile of hot sweaty flesh. Graydon rolled them to their sides so as to not squish Marty.

“That was wonderful. It has been way too long,” Marty whispered in his ear.

“I agree. Even longer since I didn’t have to keep a tight control on my own body.”

Marty gave him a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not exactly small, and that plus the extra strength natural to my kind, makes sex a bit dicey at times,” he admitted.

Marty thought about it for a second and then looked down towards his penis laying soft between them. “Okay, so you’re a bit big. It isn’t the biggest I’ve ever seen, but you felt really good inside of me.”

“You may be a petite woman, but you are built fairly deep. You aren’t some frail wispy woman either. All those years of horses and dogs have given you muscles that don’t show under those flannel shirts and jeans. You have no idea how nice that can be,” he said and kissed her lips.

“You’re welcome, I guess. I know that not many men have ever brought me that fast or sweetly.”

Graydon just smiled. He reached over and pulled down the covers so that they could slide under them. Marty snuggled against his chest and within a few minutes they were both asleep.

 

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