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In front of her was a bat. Well, nothing abnormal so far? Yes, but then imagine a humanoid bat, much bigger than a normal human. Oh, and I almost forget, she was not wearing any clothes at that time. No one. Nada. Niet.
She was standing there against him and wrapped her arms around his chest. In his human form he was already a little taller than she, but now he was ridiculously more. Her arms could not go around his waist, so she held him as best as possible, her hands searching the longer fur of his back while she had her face buried in his shorter and sparser hair on his torso.
She did not really know how to make him understand that she wanted to try to go further… Was it even physically possible? Anyway, she did not have fifty ways to check that, they could at least give it a try.
She brought her hands close to her and slowly descended them along his black skin chest. Face to face with his body, she could only count on her sense of touch and ... find what she was looking for.
Relief. Yes, physically it seemed to be possible.
While she began to caress him there, the excitement mounted in her, boiling with this idea and that obviously seemed to attract him too, from what she could feel on her hands.
She heard him roar with a thud, like a purr, but much louder than a little kitten, she felt his ribcage against her face tremble. Carefully he tried to caress her body, but it seems that his claws were not suitable for such a gesture.
The claws of his two hands closed as gently as possible around her and without any difficulty lifted her up, before lying her down on the ground. The forest floor was covered with fresh, soft moss and with the exception of a few fern shoots, formed a rather comfortable carpet.
Still holding her in his claws, he took a moment to look at her. He was feeling her heart pounding in her chest, but it was not fear that made her heart beat like that. He put his large head close to hers and when he was within range, she pulled herself up to him. For starters, she kissed his muzzle.
She detailed every detail of his face, thinking about what she could do while she caressed with both hands the soft, velvety skin of his long ears.
Unable to give him a real kiss, she put her lips to the fangs that protruded from one side of his head and kissed them. This contact was better than nothing but very inadequate compared to the desire that was raising in her. Risking at a more relaxed behaviour, she ran her tongue along his fangs, then on his skin, under the jaw.
When she stepped back he understood that as a signal. With one hand gently placed on her forehead, he instructed her to lie down on the floor. He lowered his head to her trembling body and began to apply the same treatment she was doing to him a few seconds ago. His tongue was much bigger than hers and she shuddered at its burning contact, between bustle and arousal.
Conscientiously he walked his tongue along her body and she released her first groan, which would not be, by far, the last. Back to the ground, she would have arched her body, seeking reflex to move away, if he was not still holding it gently but firmly with his large hand. He had indeed arrived at the top of her thighs, which he had quickly left to attack - it was the word - to what was between them.
Oh ... it was something. Not that he has never done this kind of thing before, in his human form, but this was different. His large head prevented her from closing legs in vain attempts to fall back. Without a single form of pity, he spared no part of this special place of her anatomy, ascending, descending, surrounding.
She abdicated, her feeble protests or requests for mercy remaining unanswered. She groaned, swore, snatched clumps of moss that her arms, stretched to the maximum, had violently torn off in the meantime. She recognized the warning signs of her climax, shared between the desire to see it come as soon as possible and the desire to delay it a little longer. It was not to her to decide this because, without warning, he moved his head to stand above her and stared.
She grunted with discontent and opened her eyes again.
"Are you sure you want that? "
"Yes," she answered without hesitation.
As if she was going to say no. There, now, while he had put her in a such a state of indecent excitement.
She laid on her back but he remained there, his body a few tens of centimetres above hers, both hands above and beside her head, creating like a screen of wide membranous wings. His big eyes, completely black, swept her.
" Turn around. Get down on all fours. "
She let out a sneer, unaccustomed to what he spoke to her in such a dirty way. But she guessed why he did. In that form their bodies were too different for them to have the free choice of their position, so she did it without complaining. Fortunately, the spongy foam was not going to make the situation painful for her knees or her hands.
In the animal style. It seemed like this... but no matter, she did not give a fuck. She was waiting for one thing.
If he had not been a vampire, she would have seen his big shadow covering her, but he did not have one. Eyes staring at the floor, she waited with excitement as he stood over her, not quite sure how to go about it. He tried to put his head near hers, in a softer gesture, but his body was too long and, in that position, he could not reach the particular part of her body that interested him. In a word... A choice must be made.
She felt his sparse black fur stroking her back as he stepped forward. Leaning on one hand, he used the other to hold her by the waist, pressing her against him. During all this time while he was trying different positioning she had felt intermittently his crotch, which gave her a thrill in the whole spine, while her lower abdomen was twisting and calling for mercy.
Now that he seemed to have decided, she felt it clearly, and he was no longer moving away. From a first push she felt his hardness part lean but unfortunately a little bit beside. The second time was the good one and he grunted, although she was human the sound she let go was as beastly as his.
Thank God his grip around her waist was solid because- human reinforced by mutations or not the treatment was tough and she was not sure she would have faced his thrusts, her trembling arms outstretched. First at a slow pace, wanting to be sure he was not going too hard for her body, he ended up going faster, at his own pace.
The last time he had been able to succumb to carnal pleasure in his true form went back to ...ages, and he was planning to get the most pleasure out of this moment. His breath accelerated, the heat invading his broad body while he let himself go to his impulses.
Under him she let herself go too, she had absolutely no control over what was going on and it was delicious.
What would she do differently anyway? The moment was beastly, yes certainly yes. But between that and his tongue little game a few moments earlier, all this provided such trivial pleasure that she quickly reached her peak. She lifted one of her arms, he was holding her so tight that she could have lifted both of them if she wanted to. She grabbed the fur of his chest, wet with sweat, and let out a scream, which sounded more like a cry of rage than the shriek of a woman in full pleasure, feeling her orgasm free.
Soon, too soon according to her, the sensation and her energy vanished. She released her arm heavily, like a puppet whose yarn was cut off, and her body followed, without force. He seemed to feel her laxity beneath him as he stopped, before pulling her up to his head with his arm. She sighed when she felt him come out of her body, like a void in her.
"Are you okay? " he asked her with his odd low voice.
" Don't stop me now. I'm having such a good time.”
He buried his nose in her neck, gently rubbing his head against her, before softly putting her on the floor. Without strength, she remained on the stomach, panting, enjoying gracefully the freshness of the mossy soil after the heat of their first embrace. He looked at her back, moist with his own sweat and hers, the friction of his fur leaving a few hairs on her skin, before staring at her delicate posterior.
Unlike her, he was far from having enough and the sight he had in front of him was not to calm him down. He made a single movement of his tongue on her shapes before passing his clawed hand to her side to turn her.
When she was on her back, he also approached the ground and lay on her, in her. Picking up his addictive movement, he resumed his rhythm, close to his limit.
On one side, the freshness of the soil. On the other, his burning body, in such a delightful contrast. She folded her arms around his chest, her face pressed against him, and she inhaled his smell, the one he usually tried to conceal under some varieties of herbs. In this form it was stronger, more intoxicating.
How to describe this smell? Well, a hint of cinnamon maybe? And what else? It was too complicated to describe and it really was not her concern at that time.
Sense of smell. Sense of touch, under his broad body. Sense of hearing by his exciting rumblings.
Sense of sight that had surprised her when he had shown himself in his true nature before her. It misses a fifth sense, right?
Going back on one of their first games, she languidly ran her tongue over his chest, tasting his strange tangy flavour. This last game dropped his last tusks and he pushed a last and long sound between a sigh and a purr - while he was letting the pleasure invade him.
Not far away there was a river running along the gentle slope of the forest. At one point the ground was receding and the river flowed in a small waterfall, feeding a pool of clear water.
A foot plunged into the pond, her mouth opened under the effect of the cold but she holds a cry.
The second foot was easier but from the thighs, the affair was more complicated.
“1…2…3!”
She plunged into the water, and a cold snap took her breath away. After the first shock, the water seemed less cold and she sat there squatting for a few moments. After rubbing her body and her hair, which she had plunged in their turn, she did not linger and get out of the pool. She had barely gone out when she heard a large splash behind her.
A large, very large bat had plunged in turn. Droplets of water splashed at her and made her laugh. When she turned around, the bat had disappeared to be replaced by a middle-aged man with greying hair and mutton chops.
A wide smile spread her lips and she jumped back into the water, he grabbed and hugged her.
“How do you feel?" he asked.
"Mmmhh, I let you guess? "
He did not answer, smiled and kissed her softly.