Moonlight Deception

In a large city called Hytown, lycans of different types and species resides in the capital of Windville where a young teenage girl of about nineteen years of age lived , Her name is Alicia. After the death of her parents she had moved to live with her cruel aunt, Tana. Alicia is an omega from the capital of Windville. Tana is married to Fred, a lycan as well from the same capital as she. It was raining heavily as Fred paced around the room deep in thought on where Tana must have gone. After a while of waiting he saw her and rushed to meet her as he carried her into the house .He was taking off her jacket in the living room, and drying off the water out of her loosened, soft hair, when Alicia emerged from her room. She did not observe them at first, nor did Tana and Fred. The light bulb was switched on. The clock was on the stroke of eleven. He kissed her repeatedly. When he looked up, on leaving his arms, there stood the widow, pale and amazed. He only smiled at her, and ran upstairs. Fred went into the room as they began to undress, as he found her attractive that night. She slowly started to undress too as she was left with her inner gown. Fred came over to her after he had removed all his clothes. Tana raised her head and saw him standing naked in front of her. He was muscular in nature, had six packs and every feature that a girl would really love to have in a man. His chest was heavily built and his manhood was big and mighty as it stood with its head facing downwards towards her. He went over to her and removed her inner gown which was the only thing that was covering her naked body. She was still standing as she was already naked. He walked around her to examine her body as he admired her beautiful curves. She had just the perfect shape a man would also want to have. Standing breast, big round bums and a lovely v****a that was shaved, ready to be f****d. He rubbed the cap of his manhood as it was getting harder and harder. He placed his two hands on her bums as he rubbed them, squeezing and feeling them. Her bums were soft and firm as he enjoyed rubbing them while she was still standing as he hugged her from her front. He pushed her to the bed and she fell on the soft bed with her legs still touching the floor. He climbed onto the bed, moving her to the center as he spread her legs wide apart. This wasn't her first time doing this so she didn't feel nervous about it. He bent towards her as he locked his lips with that of hers. He kissed her ear, as he said, ‘I don’t want either of us to ever forget this night.’ “She answered by plastering her mouth on his and kissing him in a way she’d never thought possible, her hips moving against him, knowing there must be more. Fred settled himself between her legs. She cradled his hips with her thighs. And then he was at the portal. The sharp pain she had once endured was a distant memory, and nothing, absolutely nothing in this world, felt as good as the sensation of him slowly sliding into her. “‘Are you all right?’ he asked. He sounded as if he was holding himself in check, as if it took all of his will to do so. Tana arched and stretched beneath him. Her movements sent him deeper, and she liked that. ‘I’ve never been better,’ she practically purred.” "Just touch me." She whined, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. Tana threw her head back. ‘God, yes. Keep going.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found her c******s, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and was lost. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close to him, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only her. Of course, as soon as he thought that, she grabbed his hair and dragged him down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against his body. Her skin was hot and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. Her v****a was wet and open, ready for him, begging for him as she spread her legs and reached down to grasp his erection. In his ear, she whispered, ‘Hard, please.’” Two fingers worked into her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. He began a steady rhythm as his tongue flickered over her, and she couldn’t prevent her hips from rising to meet his thrusts. Oh God, she was riding his hand, smothering his face with her s*x. That had to be bad. She told herself to stop. She couldn’t. Somehow, she found her hands tangled in his short hair. Her body was coiled tighter, grasping at his fingers, so wet now she could hear the slippery sounds every time he drove back into her. He drove his tongue inside her, setting off another shattering moan that was music to his ears. She was quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and if he touched her right, she made the most glorious sounds: raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure as he plundered her with his tongue. She grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told her to do. He thrust one finger inside her, crooking it and hitting her in the spot that turned her moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm.