TITLE: The Mating Dance of Wolf and Virginia, Part 5 of 5


This is an original story by myself: Luna LLena

Fandom: 10th Kingdom

Rating: You can't get more NC-17!

Disclaimer: I don't own these folks or situations. Wolf, Virginia, Tony,
and the 10th Kingdom in general are the property of Hallmark
Entertainment and NBC.

Feedback:  Pleeeeaaaseeeee? <wolfie whine>
    To the list or to me privately at:
        ComparisLupinus@w...
           ComparisLupinus<a>webtv.net



THE MATING DANCE OF WOLF AND VIRGINIA,  Conclusion

...things are going wonderfully well so far! Virginia has discovered
that Wolf has soft pettable fur! And Wolf has just aroused Virginia  to
the point that he has earned himself a very wet face! It's time, now,
for the climax to this mating...


Wolf's loving investigation of her yet unopened flower had caused
Virginia to arch her back up off the forest floor in ecstasy. Seeing the
moment had come, he raised himself up with her, now supporting himself
on one hand and his knees. He hurriedly wiped his face on his free
forearm, then slid that arm under her back and in one smooth motion
flipped her over onto her knees and elbows.

Sliding forward over her momentarily Wolf steadied her, saw that she was
comfortable, then wetly caressingly kissed her neck, her shoulders. He
could hear her breathing come in ragged pants of animal passion,
matching his own. She seemed as beyond mere human words as he was. When
she felt his body behind hers, Virginia pushed her beautiful buttocks
beggingly, tantalizingly, against him. She must be aching for
fulfillment! He was only too eager to oblige her. Rising to his knees,
he eased the full rosy head of his penis just barely inside the sweet
flower that was her swollen labia. His instincts told him how to
distract her from the small but necessary pain he was going to cause her
here. He darted the upper part of his body forward suddenly and nipped
her hard on the shoulder, careful to engage his very front teeth only,
not his dangerous incisors, which had been extended for some time due to
his arousal.

Biting down just hard enough to hurt a little, Wolf at the same time
plunged himself deep into her in one smooth motion, and the barrier of
her virginity was gone.

Wanting became reality for him at that moment. He was a Mated Wolf.

Virginia shuddered and gasped yet again, more at the glorious sensation
of him filling her than from his love bite, and craned her head around
just in time to see his eyes flare and change from yellow to a green
like glowing beryls. These were the eyes of a wolf in the throes of
passion: the eyes only a wolf's mate sees. As he released his bite on
her shoulder he growled a wolfly endearment, and she returned the growl.
Raising himself again he began to thrust: slowly, gently, with a swaying
motion, so as to accustom both his mate and himself to this stunning new
experience. She eagerly welcomed him into her tight depths, beginning to
rock with him, matching his fluid movements, becoming one with him in
rhythm and motion.

 Then; Unbelievably!, she began pushing herself against him, meeting his
thrusts in a hard and urgent way, challenging him to up the tempo. She
squirmed and pulsed like the animal HE was! They sighed and moaned and
growled together. They whimpered and whined and almost howled together!

Wolf's body's needs were begging to take over, but a corner of his mind
reminded him of another bit of wolfy protocol: a directive to any male
of status enough to acquire a mate: an Absolute Requirement for an alpha
male like himself, mating what he considered to be an alpha female. Give
the Gift of Pleasure before receiving it! Please your mate before
yourself! But he was trembling and shaking already, his tail
passionately swashing from side to side in time with his now hard deep
undulating thrusts. How long could he delay the inevitable? He didn't
know but he had to try! Oh! Oh! Wolf shook his head violently this time.
He could think of something distracting...Uhmmm....food? Let's
see...Uh...fluffy little balls of corkscrew tails frolicking
provocatively close to an oven in terror...uh...surrounded by sour cream
and three-year-old dried herbs!...But no fries...no! No! NO!!! I'm
twisting everything I'm thinking but it's only making things worse
anyway...! Food was absolutely NOT the thing to think of here!

Then suddenly in this desperate moment a change underwent Virginia; she
thrashed, then convulsed, bucking hard against him! He heard her draw in
her breath with an almost agonized sound. Then she threw back her head
and an absolutely wolfish cry escaped her! Wave after wave of sensation
pulsated through her body, her tremors of ecstasy shook them both and
Wolf had to hold on for dear life. Dear Life indeed! The rippling
contractions running thru her gripped his penis convulsively and
overwhelmed him. He now abandoned himself to pleasure - seized by a rush
of sensation all his own he flagged his tail up and down violently,
simultaneously becoming a fountain inside of her, pouring pulsing life
into her depths.

Virginia continued, head thrown back, to sing her song of orgasm and now
Wolf joined her, howling in Uninhibited Unadulterated Unbridled JOY. Up
and down the scale they sang together. And in some hidden corner of the
forest Wolf's wild kin took up the song, celebrating the joining of a
new pair of mates.

A sudden weakness came over Wolf and his knees buckled. The same thing
seemed to happen at the same time to Virginia and somehow Wolf managed
to steady them with his hands and pull them over onto their sides. Weak
and panting they now lay cupped together like two old spoons in a
drawer, but still intimately joined together as that is the way with
wolfs: for her to hold him within her for a while: to remind him he is
hers forever. As if he didn't know! Life was perfect for Wolf at this
moment. He just knew it was perfect for Virginia as well...He had well
and truly loved His Mate, and she him. A sighing whimper of complete
contentment and satisfaction escaped his throat, and he wrapped his arms
around His Love and pulled her even closer to him, if that was possible.
It was she that found human speech again first:
 
"Cripes!",
 
she exclaimed rather breathily, and then giggled. She shivered a bit at
the same time, and Wolf became aware that the air around them was cool
and damp. He reached out with one arm and managed to snag his coat from
the nearby ferns, pulling it over them for a little shelter. And they
lay there a while longer, unwilling yet to break the connection between
them, if only for a while. Virginia seemed to drowse and doze in the
comfort of his arms: normal after a first mating. Wolf buried his face
in her hair, drinking in the scent and the texture and the beauty of it.
One of the first things about her that had captivated him: that hair. If
he could even make a list of those things - she'd really hit him all at
once, pretty much! He slipped his face lower, now nuzzling the succulent
back of her neck. Then he suddenly caught a whiff of something he'd
missed before, and it was his turn to be silently startled. Yikes! How
had he missed that extra little bit of hormone in her perfume? Humans
didn't have nearly the pheromones other animals did but they secreted
some at certain times...Oh Huff Puff! his Virginia was ovulating! Oh
Goodness Gracious! He had no doubt of his own fertility any more than
he'd had of his virility. He had indeed given her the Gift of Life...
There'd be a cub for sure! He hadn't meant to start a family so soon but
the deed was done! Well, he would have to accept it, and so would
Virginia. Now was not the time to tell her, though. There was so much
for them to still go thru; so much still unresolved. Later, when he had
fixed everything, then he could tell her the news.

Wolf became aware of the passage of time: it had been at least two hours
since they had left "to look for firewood"! It was a miracle Tony hadn't
come looking for _them_! But he hadn't! Wolf grinned to himself: maybe
Tony understood something about them now. Or maybe all that howling had
spooked him! No matter, but they needed to be getting back, he supposed
reluctantly. They must have been truly synchronized in thought now, as
mates often are, for at that moment Virginia roused and made to sit up.
Wolf sat up with her, disengaging himself from her as gently as
possible. She turned about and they shared a lovely lingering kiss.

Giggling and fumbling they managed to find their clothes, making a sort
of game out of getting dressed: Virginia figuring out the strange flap
that closed Wolf's trousers and helping him to tuck his tail in. And him
learning to refasten the little hooks on what she explained was called a
"bra".

Then he let her start walking back to camp first, following along behind
at what he hoped was a discreet distance. With everything that had
happened and was about to happen it all felt almost like a dream. Wolf
felt ecstatic and apprehensive and woozy all at the same time. He was
more than a bit unsteady on his feet as he followed Virginia back. He
was so distracted he didn't even notice that his tail had escaped out
the hole in the back of his trousers. Nor was he conscious of the
supremely satisfied way in which he was waving it jauntily back and
forth.

 
                              FIN

                                       So?  You like? 

                    -Luna LLena
ComparisLupinus<a>webtv.net