When the Sky Comes Down

Chapter 17

[Alexia’s P.O.V.]

I wake up in Harlen’s arms. He is holding me tightly and has his nose against my neck. I blink a few times, to get the sleep out and then start to untangle myself. It takes me a little time to do so, especially as I try not to wake him up. I grab some clothes from my bag and take out my toiletries too. I slip into the bathroom and close the door behind me. Great, no lock. They probably figured that, seeing how it’s a private room that can be locked, the bathroom doesn’t need a lock too. I put my clothes on the towel rack and brush my teeth. I put on the shower and brush as it warms up. I quickly rinse my mouth and get undressed. I fell asleep in my clothes of yesterday. After the whole discussion of yesterday evening, we eventually ended up cuddling on bed. It was more intimate than I had expected. Apparently we both fell asleep at some point. I fold up my clothes and put them next to my clean ones. I step under the shower. The hot water feels nice against my skin. I wash my face.

I just finished washing my armpits, when a pair of hands suddenly slide around my body. I stiffen up. I know it’s Harlen, I can feel it, smell it. He buries his face against my neck and lets out a soft moan.

‘Harlen,’ I say softly. He moans a little louder and starts kissing my neck. I feel his erection press against my bum and let out a soft sound in surprise. I manage to turn in his groping arms and look at him. He stares back at me. Suddenly I realise. The darkness in his eyes comes from his instinct. It’s the part of him that wants to have s*x with me. He bows himself over me and puts his lips onto mine. He kisses me with such hunger and I can’t do anything but kiss along. It is all devouring. I cannot seem to think straight anymore. His hands move over my body, discovering every piece of skin they can reach. His knee forces my legs apart a little and one of his hands makes its way between them. He slips in a finger. His thumb starts rubbing the sensitive little spot and I cannot hold back a moan. He suddenly presses me against the wall. Another finger slips in and he spreads them a little. My lips are freed for a moment, as I let out a little squeak. He starts kissing my neck and I give him the room to do so. I softly moan as he continues moving his fingers. He lets out a little growl and suddenly pushes in another finger. ‘Aah!’ I let out. I’m not sure if it’s from surprise or pleasure. He softly bites my neck. It must have been a sensitive spot, because I feel my knees get weak and there comes a sound over my lips I didn’t even know I could make. He pulls back a little and stares at me. He seems to be just as surprised by the sound as I am. His hand disappears from between my legs and he suddenly moves it underneath my bum. He lifts me up a little. My legs wrap around them, making sure I don’t just fall down if his hand suddenly disappears. He quickly uses his free hand to open me up a little and then pushes the tip of his erection in a little. I moan in surprise and feel my muscles tense.

‘Relax those muscles, love,’ he whispers in my ear. Despite him whispering, I can hear how low his voice is. It makes me feel all warm and tingling inside. It’s not the first time that happens. Almost every time his voice gets this low, I feel this way. It usually makes me blush, but now it just makes me feel like I need to get closer to him. He gently massages my upper leg, until he notices my muscles relaxing a little. He moves in a bit further. He can’t get fat without my muscles tensing up again. I press my face against his shoulder and try to hold back a moan. He does not hold back his moan. He starts massaging my leg again, encouraging my muscles to relax. Once they do, he pushes a little further. ‘Just a little more, love,’ he moans in my ear, as he feels me tense up again. ‘You are doing so well.’ He massages my leg, knowing now that it helps to get me to relax my muscles. Not that I really seem to have any control over them at this point. He pushes in further and I bite his shoulder in an attempt not to moan. He growls and I his hand squeezes my bum.

‘Auw!’ I let out.

He just moans. ‘Try not to bite me, love,’ he growls. His hand relaxes and just holds me up again. I don’t even know why I bit him. ‘Now, relax your muscles,’ he growls. He is massaging my leg quicker than before. It works, my muscles relax. To my surprise, he moves himself back, until he is almost out. Only his tip is still in me. Then, in a gentle move, his presses himself back in. He moans. ‘Relax, love, relax.’ He waits for my muscles to relax again before pressing himself fully back in. ‘There you go,’ he moans, as he feels my muscles tension, but releasing immediately after. It feels strange to have him inside of me. It feels filling, like I ate too much and my belly has hardened. But better, because unlike eating too much, this is a nice feeling. It makes my body feel warm. He moves out again and presses himself back in slowly. My muscles tense when he is fully in and I let out a moan. He growls against my neck. He slowly starts moving out and in again. Now, every time he pushes in, my muscles tense the moment he is fully in, sending a shockwave of pleasure up my spine. I grasp for air and moan in his ear. With every movement in, the tensing fades and the shockwave of pleasure shoots up my body. I keep moaning, he keeps growling. He lifts my body up a little more, forcing my face out of his neck. He starts kissing my breast. This new position makes the movements even more intense. I burry my nails into his shoulders and moan with pleasure. He seems to enjoy it even more too. He sucks my n****e into his mouth, making me hollow my back with pleasure. He lets go and moans into my breasts. ‘Almost,’ he moans. ‘Almost.’ He continue moving in the same rhythm, but his breathing pattern quickens. ‘Almost,’ he moans. Suddenly, I feel a white-hot flash of pleasure. My head rolls into my neck, my back hollows, my muscles tense up and my eyes close. This intense pleasure fills up my whole body and I feel like I am blacking out. Not a second later, my body is overtaken by complete relaxation. Suddenly his free hand is on my back, he moves me away from the wall and lays me down on the shower floor. His both hands take my hips and hold them up high as he moves in and out with a more rapid speed than before. I start moaning on the rhythm. His body hangs over mine and his lips are kissing my chest, as he continues moving.

‘Aaaah!’ He moans, as he pushes himself in deeply. I let out a squeak, because I feel another strange sensation. A tingling in my belly, different than before. He stops moving and lies his head on my breast. He keeps my hips up high. He seems to push them up even higher by moving his upper legs against my bum and lower back.

Completely out of breath, I just let it be for a while. Then I start moving. His grip tenses. ‘Not yet,’ he growls. ‘Keep them nice and high, let gravity do its work.’

‘Harlen,’ I moan a little annoyed. I want to get up, but he won’t let me.

He kisses my breast once. ‘Just a little while longer,’ he tells me. He looks up at me, without lifting his head from the place he nestled in. They are still dark. ‘A little while longer.’ I sigh and give up my attempt to get back up.

After a little while, he finally takes himself out of me. I can’t help but look. I haven’t actually ever seen a p***s before. It is quite strange looking, a little wrinkly, but bigger than I had thought. Instead of letting me back up, his hand slides over my leg and his fingers slip back in. I let out a moan and close my eyes in pleasure. I feel everything but the pleasure fade away.

[Harlen’s P.O.V.]

I wake up with Alexia in my arms. We must have fallen asleep together. Based on the warm and sticky feeling in my pants, I can tell that I have had a wet dream. I try to remember is, but all I can seem to come up with is that it took place under the shower. My arms are wrapped around her tightly and when moving them I notice one has found its way between her legs. For a moment, I feel excitement, but it makes place for shame quickly after. I cannot have her wake up with my hand there. I slowly move it. She moans in response and for a moment I hold still, considering whether I should put it back. I move a little closer to her and smell her hair. Bad choice, I immediately get an erection again. She smells strange. I smell again and then realise. She smells like orgasm. Seems like I was not the only one with a s****l dream. I need to get out of here, or I will jump her. I can already feel the urge to start rubbing my erection against her. I free my arms from her body and get off of bed. My mind tells me to get out, but my instinct tells me to jump back in and get her pregnant already.

I rush out of the room as quietly as I can and take some deep breaths out in the hall. I need to have s*x. Preferably with Alexia, but I cannot do that. I need to find a smell close to hers. I can always pretend it’s her if the person smells similar to her.

I walk through the town and follow my nose until I find a smell that is most similar to that of Alexia. It might not be her, not by far, but it is the closest a smell could possibly come to hers. I knock on the door. Barely a minute later, it opens. Iris is standing in the doorway. She has her gown on and looks at me a little sleepy. I hadn’t even realised how early it still was. Her eyes widen as she sees me. ‘Harlen?’ she says, in surprise. Unlike Alexia, she smells my arousement. She steps aside to let me in and closes the door behind me. I see that as an invite and pull her close. I close my eyes and kiss her. I imagine it being Alexia. She grabs a hold of my shirt and starts pulling me along to her bedroom. I simply follow. She starts unbuttoning my pants. Before she can pull them down, I grab her gown and pull it off. She allows me to take it off. I keep my eyes closed and just imagine it being Alexia. She takes off my shirt, before continuing with my pants. She seems in a hurry to get them off, and so am I. I have to force my eyes open and look at her for a few seconds, because imagination works a little too well. My instinct keeps on screaming at me to get her pregnant already. Looking at her and making it realise that this is in fact not Alexia, helps me to calm it down. She is smaller than Alexia, a little chubbier. Alexia is very thin, she should gain a little more weight. Iris has bigger breasts, but her hips are closer together. Alexia’s hips stick out a little more, making them better for barring a child.

Iris takes out a condom and puts it on. She quickly gets out of her underwear and looks at me. I turn her around and bend her over the bed. I close my eyes and start getting her ready with my hands. Once she is wet enough, I push myself in. She moans my name. I need her to keep quiet if I want to keep the illusion up. I start moving and she starts moaning. Suddenly, the dream of tonight starts bubbling up. Me pressing Alexia against the bathroom wall and having s*x with her. Gently, of course, because even in my dreams I realise that she is still a virgin. I moan and continue moving my hips. I open my eyes again to look at the back of her head, when my instinct is screaming at me to take off the rubber and get her pregnant already. It eases down when it sees the blonde hair and full breast and I close my eyes again. Looking at her too long and my arousement might fade away. I cannot have that happen. I need to have s*x, otherwise I might still end up jumping Alexia. When she moans my name again, I cover her mouth. I need to keep up this illusion. I moan as I imagine myself throbbing in and out of Alexia. Every now and then I open my eyes again, to calm down my instinct. Eventually, the last part of the dream starts coming back to me. Where I pinned her against the ground, held her hips up high and made sure to get her nice and pregnant. As I remember the feeling, I push myself in deep and moan loudly over the intense orgasm I have. My instinct once again screams at me, but I have already finished. I pull out and get the condom off, while looking at Iris. She is breathing quickly.

I cannot help but feel ashamed. ‘Sorry,’ I say, while throwing the condom in the bin that she put next to her nightstand. ‘Sorry for using you like that.’

She chuckles and lies down on her back. ‘Harlen, you and I both know wolves love s*x. So believe me, it does not feel like I have been used.’ She looks at me, I can feel it. I grab my shirt to put it back on, but I don’t get further than just lifting it off the floor. Iris stands behind me. She lets her hands move over my body. I growl a little. ‘Ssssh,’ she whispers. I grunt and close my eyes. I imagine it being Alexia’s hands. I have a hard time. Iris moves her hands so surely, while I am sure Alexia would be more insecure, more as if she is exploring. I grunt again. Then Iris starts rubbing my p***s. I try to remember the smell Alexia had before I left. That sweet smell that had made it’s way in her flowery scent, that scent of pleasure, of arousement, of orgasm. The thought of it alone is enough to get me hard again. I try to imagine it to be Alexia’s hands that are moving up and down my erection. Alexia would be insecure, she would not quite know what to do. I place my hand on top of hers and start guiding her. I moan every now and then, as I imagine teaching Alexia how to give me a hand job. I lead her to gently rub the head of my erection. I moan with pleasure and continue guiding her until I finally have my orgasm. I hold her hand a little while, before letting her go and getting back to reality. I look at Iris, to help my instinct remember again.

‘Who is Alexia?’ she suddenly asks. I feel my muscles tense up. How does she know? ‘You kept on moaning her name,’ she says, as if she read my thoughts. She sits down on the edge of her bed. Iris does not seem mad, not upset by me moaning somebody else’s name.

‘She-‘ I pick up my shirt. ‘She is my mate.’ Iris jumps up, without saying anything. ‘She is not a wolf. At least, not that we know of. She might be a late bloomer,’ I say. I hope she is. It would be easier if she is a werewolf too.

‘She doesn’t know?’ Iris asks.

‘I think she feels it, but she just- I have not told her,’ I tell Iris. I pick up my underpants and put it on. ‘I cannot even make love to her.’

‘Is she under age?’ Iris asks. In wolf terms, she is. 16 is still underage, meaning s*x is not allowed with a wolf of age. Especially because of the urges I have been having. Because of the urge to procreate. s*x is not allowed till the age of 18, though it is even preferred to wait till she turns 20 or 21, as that is about the age they finish school. Nonetheless, the laws of the pack do not keep wolves from having s*x when at school. We know pregnancy is not possible when at school and as Iris says, we are s****l beings.

‘She is not a wolf,’ I repeat. Technically, these rules only apply to wolves. The general rules of the under is just, no s*x until the hormones produce s****l longings. A strange law, if you ask me, but I suppose it is fitting with Lucifer’s tendency to keep everything fun.

‘She might be,’ Iris tells me. ‘You just told me.’

‘The chances are slim,’ I growl. ‘Even if she is, it is not like I am prohibited from having s*x with her.’ I put my pants on. ‘It is just that-‘

‘You cannot have s*x with her while here,’ Iris completes my sentence.

‘Even at school,’ I tell her. ‘I do not want to just jump her. I want her to want it too.’ I go with my hand through my hair.

‘I can teach you how to get her to want you.’ I growl. As if I cannot get Alexia to want me. Iris gets up and walks to me. ‘There is a way. It is very gentle,’ she tells me. ‘It is perfect to get her in the mood. I can teach you.’ She gives me a smile. ‘Is she still a virgin?’ I growl, but decide to nod nonetheless. ‘Then you will have to make sure you are the first one.’

I frown. ‘Why?’

‘Wolf or not, with women, the firsts are special. Taking her virginity creates a special bond. Once you have had s*x with her, it will not just become easier for you to settle your instincts, but you will also have more of a chance to get her to accept you as a mate.’

I cannot help but feel intrigued. ‘Okay,’ I say. ‘Tell me more.’