Renaissance

Episode 12

*Autry’s POV*

That fucker which was called my brother, was standing there with a tray full of food in his hands. After Cecelia slipped down from me and hid herself in the bathroom, I advanced towards him. 

“I failed to raise you!” I snarled from between my teeth, snatching the tray from his grip and putting it on the tea table. 

“But I knocked.” 

“Only to barge in without waiting for a response, you dimwit! You’re lucky you’re my brother! If you weren’t, I’d have killed you that instant!” I hissed from between my clenched teeth, “Take your sorry ass out of my room and go practice knocking doors properly!” I said, slapping the back of his head.

“Ouch!” Damon said, rubbing his head. 

“Out!” I said, pushing him a little. 

“Alright, alright! I’m sorry!” he said. I shut the door on his smirking face. I was so angry; if I were a mage with flames, the whole place would be burned down to ashes by now! I sighed, scratching my head. Godric was trying to find ways to get back to what we left unfinished. None of the scenarios was likely to finish with success. Cecelia agreed to give me a chance, but the “chance giving” for humans was so different from what it meant with our race. I was getting angrier by second, but then the door to the bathroom slowly cracked open and out came my beautiful mate and her heavenly aroused scent. I smiled, not knowing how to proceed now, but Cecelia’s petite silhouette in pyjamas was giving me a LOT of ideas. 

“I’m sorry for my stupid brother,” I said, scratching my head. That stupid son of...

“Don’t worry; I bet he never thought we…” I had no idea what she was thinking. But her face scrunched, and she sighed. Oh-s**t! She is a Goddess! I hadn’t even realised I was closing the distance between us. 

“What is going on in this pretty little head?” I asked. I wanted her! I wanted everything about her! I already loved her for who she was, what she was, and for everything she was! 

“Nothing…” she said, with her voice cracking and her eyes going in every direction. She tried to lie to me, unsuccessfully so but still. I knew what was going on, and I had no intention to slip this chance away.  

“Well, I was thinking if you would be willing to continue what we were doing?” I asked openly. She just stood there and looked at me. No answer, but I leaned in anyway. I was determined to make this moment memorable for us. I started to play with her, to craze her. I wanted her to fill with lust and heat so much that she couldn’t take it anymore. I wasn’t even touching her. I watched as she closed her eyes to savour my little play. 

“What do you say, Cecelia,” I asked. My lips were just a micron away from hers; they were so close. I felt her shiver under the grazing sensation from my breath. I started to not-caress her neck and her arm with the back of my hand. I was about to explode. I wanted her to say yes so much. When she moaned as a response to me barely touching her, I had to use every willpower there was in me to stop Godric from coming to the surface. 

“Tell me, Cecelia, what do you want?” I asked again. I wasn’t doing anything until she clearly told me it was okay. 

“I- want…” she trailed off

“You want what, Cecelia?” I asked. 

“I want you to k-ki-kiss me,” Of course, I have been waiting for the open invitation. But she was not specific, so I started to kiss her face all over softly. I was surprised that a disappointed growl came from my beautiful mate. And by now, my hard-on was so hard. It was hurting in my shorts. Thankfully I didn’t have jeans on. That’d be very painful. 

“What is it, Cecelia? I thought you wanted me to kiss you,” I whispered onto her skin, not even stopping. 

“I want-” she paused, clearly unable to say the words. “I want more,” 

“How much more do you want?” I needed to know!

“A lot,” she said. 

“Then a lot, I shall give!” 

I grabbed her by her buttocks and lifted her, so I wasn’t towering her anymore. I kissed her lips with everything in me. I wanted to make a point; I wanted to tell her how much I love her and how sorry I am for everything I caused. Probably I startled her with the sudden change in pace, but she started responding in a second. She hugged her legs around my waist and hung on to my neck with both arms to support her weight, although I didn’t need any support. Now her core was sitting on my crotch. I took her back to the bed and laid her down. I climbed on top of her and resumed kissing her soft, pink lips. I reached my hand from under the top of her pyjamas and quickly unsnapped her bra, letting it hang on. I reached my hand in it to gently knead her breasts. 

Her responses to my touch were enough to take me to holy heights. She was twisting and twirling under me, her back crawling upwards to meet my contact even more. How wonderfully responsive! She was panting now, and I loved seeing this. I let go of her lips. 

“Is this enough?” I asked playfully. 

“No,” she demanded, “more!” I was sure that my smirk was pasted on my face now. I just kissed her chin and plastered many, many kisses along her jawline towards her ear, and when I reached it, I sucked her earlobe and bit it ever so softly. Down, I was pinching her n*****s, and they felt amazing. I took my little kisses down to her neck, where I planned to put my mark later on. I took a deep breath, the sweet scent causing my mouth to water. I used this opportunity to lick her sensitive skin. She moaned audibly, reaching her chest up once again to meet my touch. I softly blew cold air on the still wet spot. She shuddered to the sensation. 

“Is this enough, my little mate?” I asked, looking back up. Her pupils were so enlarged; I thought it was Bendis. She pushed me by my shoulders, and I fell on my back at the other side of the bed. She came on top of me. 

“I said I want a lot!” she said with a demanding voice. She took off her pyjama top and the bra I undid earlier. “What is it that you couldn’t get?” she said with a high pitch.

I was dumbfounded for a second, and a low growl escaped my lips. I quickly took off my own t-shirt, hatched hers from her hands and threw them wherever. I strangled her again. Her hair getting loose, it scattered onto my pillows. I took in this beautiful scene before me. 

"My naughty Goddess…" I whispered before going down. I took her pink n****e into my mouth, sucking it while my hand cupped the other to knead. She moaned once again, her chest hovering up towards me. I flicked my tongue on the tip of her n****e, earning a small moan from her. I let go of it and took the other one now, giving it some attention. 

After having a fair share of fun with her breasts, I decided to move down. I stuck my tongue out, tracing all the way down, from her throat, down. Slowly leaving a wet trail on my way, passing through her beautiful belly button. She tasted amazing and she is my mate! I shivered from the thought. I slowly stripped her pyjama bottoms down. I looked up at her face, I didn’t know how much knowledge on s*x she had, and I didn’t know what she was willing to do. 

“Cecelia, talk to me. If you want me to stop, I will stop.” I said. I was serious. This was no joke; I wanted to be sure she really wanted it and knew the consequences. “You just need to tell me.” 

“Would you please, stop-” my heart sank momentarily, “TALKING and go on with whatever it was that you were doing?” she said. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. “I was enjoying myself here!” she added. Oh my- oh my… 

I ripped her panties after that. Pushing her legs to the sides. I took a deep breath. She was still smelling like jasmines. I took my tongue out and licked her beautiful p***y, from bottom to top, flicking her c******s on my way. She shrieked and jumped at the sensation. I didn’t stop. I took my time, kissing and lightly sucking her p***y, devouring it and swallowing her juices. She was now moaning openly. I looked up once again; Her hands were made into fists, pulling on the bedsheets. 

Without diverting my eyes from her, I licked her from up to down, using all my tongue, and entered into her p***y with my tongue. Oh, it was delicious! And her reaction, it was divine! Her eyes popped open instantly, and she looked at me, bewildered. I loved that expression, and I loved the fact that I was the one who earned it! I caressed her insides with my tongue, slowly f*****g her p***y with my tongue. I reached up to rub her c******s with my thumb while still tongue-f*****g her. Her eyes rolled back and shut. I didn’t like that. 

“Look at me while I work you up to your release, Goddess.” I liked that pet name; it suited her like a cast. She raised her head again and looked at me. “Good!” I said, inserting my tongue back in. I sucked on her labia using my lips. She was a moaning mess now. Her juices were dripping onto my bedsheets, and I loved it. I started rubbing her c******s faster and push and pull my tongue with a faster rhythm also. Her legs began to shudder. I knew she was so close to her release.

“c*m for me, Cecelia,” I said, quickly entering back in. She was struggling in my hands, unable to reach an entire release. So I retreated my tongue, softly pulled her labia apart, exposing her v****a. I blew into her v****a, a powerful cold blow, and that was it. She started to squirt for me, washing my face over with her delicious liquid. She was cramping so bad, and I loved how she kept looking me in the eye, though I wondered if she could see me at all or was she seeing the stars by now. I decided this was enough of an assault, for now, and retreated myself from between her legs. 

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom to fetch a clean wet towel to clean my beautiful mate and my face too. I felt her disappointment while I walked away from the bed. I was confused, disappointed? I quickly returned. She was still lying in the same position I left her. I started to clean her softly. 

“What is it, Cecelia?” I asked after my cleaning-up was over and her crampings wholly subsided. 

“Is this all?” she asked. What did she expect? I couldn’t understand. 

“Wasn’t it to your liking, my love?” I asked, surprised that I let that slip, but it felt natural. 

“But you are still clothed. I wished, I mean…” she either didn’t have the words or was so shy to say them out loud, so I helped her. 

“Do you want to see me naked as well?” I elaborated. 

“I thought both people should be naked for it to be called- you know…” 

“s*x?” I smiled. She was so innocent. 

“Yes…” she said, diverting her eyes from mine, blushing a lot, like I wasn’t just licking her most sacred places. I simply stood and dropped my shorts and underwear. My p***s was standing up rigid still. It wiggled when I released it and just stood there. 

“More comfortable?” I asked. She was staring with huge eyes. My member was kind of huge. It climbed all the way up to my belly button and was thick too. It was normal. I was an alpha… I watched her gulp audibly. 

“Can I touch it?” she asked. My heart was about to rip itself off of my chest if it kept racing like that. 

“You can do whatever you want with it, Cecelia. It’s your possession, just like my entire being.” I stated that it was a matter of fact, and I was proud to present myself to her. 

She pushed herself up, getting on her knees on the bed, closed to the edge. She grabbed my member with both of her hands, feeling it up and down. It wasn’t like a handjob. She was just satiating her curiosity. But I still enjoyed it. Her spontaneous pace was unique and made me feel very good. 

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help…” Cecelia said, retreating her hands. I was disappointed, but I tried not to show it. 

“It’s okay, Goddess, I enjoyed it,” I said honestly. 

“You did?” she asked.

“Indeed, very much so.” I looked at her eyes as they shone with a playful glimmer. “You can do it whenever you wish,” I said. “I would very much like it.” 

“Oh,” she reached again for my c**k and, this time, started stroking it.

“Do you like it like this?” she asked. 

“Yes, very much so.” Now she was touching the tip.

“What about this?” she asked. 

“My dear, I like it,” I answered. She went with a combination of both for a while, and I closed my eyes to control my release. The touch from my beautiful mate was so different from just a random she-wolf’s. I snapped my eyes open when I felt her licking my d**k from bottom to top. I looked at her, dumbfounded. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t help it.” 

“Do you like doing that?” I asked.

“Well, I liked it. Its surface is so smooth,” she said. 

“Than you have nothing to be sorry for,” I said. 

“Really?” she asked. 

“Cecelia, your every touch is making me feel amazing. As long as you don’t find that disgusting, I am down to anything,” I admitted. “Don’t be shy. I’m not going to judge you.” I said. Her cheeks flushed again, 

“It’s just that Bendis has been playing images in my head and I am so intrigued if how they would feel in reality.” she blurted out, looking at my p***s all the time. I smiled softly. How innocent! 

“Well, you are welcome to try anything that intrigued your curiosity,” I said. 

“Really?” she asked again.

“Really,” I said. And I was surprised how she tried to gag herself with my c**k in seconds after I said this. Oh, my freaking GODDESS! It felt wonderful. The slippery warmness wrapping my p***s and the way just a quarter of it could fit in was even better. The tip of my c**k was hitting her throat. My eyes rolled over as she flicked her tongue at the end, after retreating her mouth. “Cecelia-” I whispered her name. 

“I suppose you liked that?” she said. WhenI looked at her. I saw a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. She was enjoying herself. 

“Yes, very much so,” I said. I watched as she reached down again, giving me head! It was like one of my dreams, but even better! She started playing with my balls. I wasn’t going to last any longer. 

“Cecelia, I will release...” I said. She didn’t retreat. She just kept on increasing her rhythm ever so slightly. “Oh, Cecelia…” came out of my mouth as I reached my climax; she just kept bobbing her head up and down, my c*m shooting into her mouth. She closed her eyes, a tiny teardrop falling from her eye. I couldn’t move. I was shaking from all the tension built up from the little torturing game I played with her earlier, and then my climax just exploded. “I’m so sorry,” I said softly when I came back to my senses. I looked at Cecelia; my throbbing d**k was still in her mouth. She slowly released my member. 

“Why?” she asked. 

“Because I just came in your mouth,” I said, puzzled. 

“So?” she asked. This felt too much like our first dinner, I was having a Deja Vu, but now we were naked. 

“Most females don’t like it,” I said. 

“I liked it.” 

“You did?” 

She laid down again, “Hum.” she nodded her head. I was grateful that she started feeling less awkward. She patted the spot next to her “do you want to come?” she asked. I just crawled in, holding her close to me. 

“So, this isn’t the whole ‘mating’ process is about, is it?” she asked, putting her head on my chest.

“No,” I answered simply. 

“So we aren’t bound forever just yet?” she asked. I tried to look at her, but her hair was hiding her face away. 

“Not yet, Goddess,” I said, hugging her and playing casually with the ends of her beautiful orange locks of hair. 

“Hmmm…” she said. “What happens when we mate?” she asked. 

“Well, the mating process has two steps. The first one is the sex.” I said. “When mates have s*x, their bond becomes stronger, they feel each other better, clearer.” 

“And the second step?” she asked curiously. I sighed. 

“It might sound scary or even sick, but we mark each other,” I said. I touched her marking spot to elaborate, “right here.” I said. “This way, others will know that you are taken and bound. You will be off-limits. And the mates will be bound. Forever. They can use mind-link up to a certain distance. They will be considered equals when this happens, their ranking will become equal, even if one is lower in rank.” I tried to explain. “When one is in pain, the other will be able to feel it fully. A cheating mate can kill the other. When one mate dies, the other can go crazy or commit suicide or die naturally from the intense pain.” I sighed. “So, it’s not a step to take lightly. One should be absolutely sure.”

“Does it hurt a lot?” she asked with a neutral tone. 

“Well, most do it during s*x and from others’ experiences, it’s told that the marked party experiences the most intense orgasm of their lives.” 

“Is there a lot of blood?” 

“No, when the bite is in, it’s licked to lock in place. The wolf’s saliva will stop the blood instantly. And we heal quickly.” I said. 

“I see…” she said. I heard her stomach growl. 

“I guess we need to eat first, and then you can continue with your questions, Goddess,” I said. She raised from my chest to get dressed.