Finding the Orphaned Luna

The Fun Tour

They entered Conley’s blue and brown bedroom. He had a king sized bed with soft navy blankets, and sheets. The dresser, bedside tables, and other assorted furniture all match with the same dark chocolate wood. The room was elegant, beautiful even, but also somehow quite masculine. There was a large desk with papers scattered about, and there were some clothes strewn about, but it was ultimately much cleaner than she had expected for him. She wondered if werewolves were predisposed towards neatness, or if her mate himself was tidy. The other option was that someone came in and cleaned, but it didn’t look quite that nice- there was definitely still dust and other tell-tale signs that it was not professionally cleaned. In front of the bed was a large brick fireplace, with pictures on the mantel. She would study those later. Conley gently put her down, and she entered the room more fully, inspecting her surroundings. There was a door off to the side that was just slightly ajar, and she could see just enough tile to assume it was his private bathroom. There was a walk-in closet next to it.

The entire portion of the room containing the bathroom and closet was hidden when one initially entered, only visible once in the middle of the room. He had four large windows with blackout curtains, and she noticed that he also had French doors that opened to a balcony that overlooked a lake behind the pack house. She ventured out, setting her hands along the railing as her breath caught.

The lake was wreathed in trees, pine, fir, maple and oak. The leaves of some had just begun to shift color for fall, whispering tales of a beautiful autumn. They reflected in the mirror-like surface of the lake, the ripple of the water as the wind picked up the only factor allowing the eyes to differentiate. They were in the foothills of the Cascades, and the rolling greenery behind the lake, and beyond the pack house made it all the more stunning. It was a bit before sunset, the golden rays of light shining through the trees. Avery smiled and breathed in the sweet wild air, as it gently swept through the room and filled her lungs. Her eyes closed as she just savored the feeling. She'd always liked the outdoors, and now she knew why.

Warm, strong arms slipped around her waist, and she was shocked at how easily they fit so soon. Her body relaxed into him of its own accord, and his scent mingled with those around her and for the first time in her life she felt completely at peace. Her mate started to nuzzle, kiss and nip at her neck, their heated session just before clearly not forgotten. She took a deep, deep centering breath as she soaked it all in. His efforts were not in vain, aa she felt heat all the way to her very bones, the need building up in her. He slid a hand up, and started massaging her breast, a sly thumb sweeping over her hardening n****e as she sucked in a breath, and started to grind against him. It wasn’t long until she felt him at her backside, hard and firm from her ministrations. He groaned and Avery squeezed her legs together, the sound sending shockwaves of desire straight through her. She moaned, and his other hand came up and squeezed her other breast, massaging both of them reverently as he spilled kisses on every inch of her exposed skin. Her grinding became harder, her breathing labored. It wasn’t long before Conley slid her shirt over her head, making quick work of her bra. As soon as she was bare, Conley pulled her back into the room, shutting the balcony door behind them. Avery took the momentary distraction and did some work of her own, removing her mate’s shirt, unbuttoning and then sliding off his pants, leaving him with nothing but his boxers with a large tented bulge, which was soon gone as well.

After inspecting her handiwork, and the body left bare as a result, she swept her eyes up to his, and felt them burning into her. It was like she had broken his tether by undressing him, and when she bit her lip, he was on her instantly, his arms around her the only thing grounding her as he devoured her lips and she soared with pleasure from his touch, the sparks she felt so far beyond anything else she’d experienced. He moaned into her mouth, and she realized she had her hand wrapped around his hilt. He picked her up and she effortlessly wrapped around him, wanting him as close as possible. He gripped her ass with both hands as he walked them toward the bed, gently setting her down when they arrived.

Her naked body displayed before him, the scent of her arousal, and the way she looked at him… Conley thought he would explode with desire. He fell to his knees in front of her hooking his hands under her knees and pulling his beautiful mate to the end of the bed. She sucked in a breath, realising what was about to happen the second his tongue made contact with her c**t, and the jolt of pleasure resulted in a small scream. Her hand slipped into his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue made its way inside her. He feasted on her, growling into her c*** in a way that made her shiver and moan. She lost track of the noises coming from her as she lost her ability to think, the only thing she was aware of was where he was touching her; his tongue slipping along her lips, her c**t, deep inside her. His hand wrapped around one of her legs, the other holding her open for better access, and occasionally sliding into her-almost making her shatter completely each time. She moaned again, a rush of fluid pouring out of her as he continued to whip her into more of a frenzy, and she shoved his head against her c*** again. He growled, then chuckled into the center of her, and she almost couldn’t handle when vibrations caused additional sensations. He slowed his movements, and began to focus his tongue on swirling around her c**t in repetitive, consistent motions, and she felt her release begin to build. Sensing she was getting closer, Conley took his hand that had been opening her lips, and slid two of his fingers all the way to her core. She whimpered and fisted his hair, begging for more with everything but her voice, as she could no longer speak. He dragged his fingers all the way out, and then plunged them back in, maintaining a rhythm she couldnt help but begin to succumb to.

“Not yet, not until I say, love,” Conley growled out, and she attempted to hold back her orgasm, clenching and moaning and fisting her mates hair, whimpering and moaning and begging for him to let her release. He picked up the pace of his tongue, and added a third finger, and plunged in deeper. His hands and face were coated in her juices now, and she tasted so ridiculously sweet that his d**k was rock hard and twitching uncontrollably.

“c*m when I get to one, okay kitten?” Conley said after taking a giant lick. Avery nodded and struggled to hold on.

“5,” Conley whispered out, and then pulled her c**t into his mouth, picking up the pace of both his tongue and the three fingers he had plunging into her. Her cries made it hard for him not to mount her.

“4” he said, as he started to play with his c**k with his other hand, continuing to make his mate writhe.

“3” he moaned, and he considered what her tight, wet c*** would feel like on his c**k, as he continued to lap at her, to penetrate her, to make her feel possessed and loved.

“2”, he barely got out, and as he felt her start to release he growled the last number out, mounting her as her orgasm ripped through her, and he rode her as hard as possible, letting himself go completely. He drove his long length into her tight, wet hole again and again, and he felt her break against him again, screaming and begging that he never stop, his name on her lips. Now that he was buried into her, he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. His wolf started to take over, and he went harder, faster. He felt his d**k get impossibly harder, and a bit bigger and realized that he was partially shifted. She was whimpering and moaning with pleasure and she was soaking wet. As she felt his bigger member, she licked her lips and widened her hips, eager for more. It was then that any semblance of control left him, and he left his body and his wolf f**k her the way she was meant to be f****d. Their moans and screams were probably heard across the castle, but the only thing she thought of was that she never wanted him to stop.

Conley must have had a similar thought, as she saw him trying not to c*m. He was trying to hold out, and the sight brought her to the edge again. She wanted to be full of him, to feel him dripping out. She dug her nails into him, and felt herself partially shift, and without another thought, her wolf instincts took over, and she slid her canines into his marking spot. He screamed in surprised and reciprocated, unable to stop himself and they both slipped into oblivion, the action pushed them both over the edge. She felt his seed enter her, and she came again, moaning and smiling in contentment as she felt his own satisfaction glimmer over her. They looked into each other’s eyes and kissed passionately as he pulled out, laying next to her. The happiness in his eyes warmed her heart, and as she came to, she realized she had made the choice to stay here forever when she had sunk her teeth into him. Shockingly, though she had wanted time to decide, she was okay with what her wolf had done. This was her home.

He wrapped his arms around her and buried his head into her neck, their hands interlocked. She smiled wide, feeling more herself and more at home then she could ever remember feeling.

“Does that mean I get to keep you?” He whispered shyly into the spot he had marked. Avery blushed at the emotion in the words, and was shocked to find the breath on her new mark caused the wetness to pool between her legs. She sat up and smiled at him, kissing him before leaning her forehead against his and whispering her response.

“Yes.”