Red Night

Episode 5

She heard the mocking laugh again, this time softened by the gentleness.

"You're really looking for trouble, aren't you?

The voice was close, so he was too. Diria had only to turn her head to see him.

He was lying on his side next to her, his arrogant head nonchalantly resting on his hand.

"You've done it again" was the first thing she said to him.

"Done what again?"

"You had me asleep until the evening."

"It is not evening."

"Yesterday it wasn't the same, but the result is the same."

She swallowed.

"Will you ask me why?"

"Why you came back ? No." he rectified, "I know why you came back, but I'm amazed all the same."

"And why do you think I came back?"

A long silence settled between them, during which her wolf present in his individual form looked at her, stared at her to the point where she physically felt it before reaching out his hand, placing it on her cheek and leaning towards her.

"I didn't want you to come back."

"I know."

"But you did anyway."

"Yes."

"Then I won't hold back any longer."

Diria couldn't help laughing.

"You think you could in your condition?"

"There's only one way to find out."

Diria reached out and laid her hand on his cheek. He was as cold as a corpse, which astounded her since he was capable of radiating such warmth.

"I have the feeling you're cursed."

A long, really incomprehensible silence followed her words. She watched him and she will never know how to describe his gaze at this very moment.

"I am." he finally admitted falsely careless.

"But who was able to do it?"

This time he smiled with that sardonic mockery she never knew what to think of.

"A woman. One incapable of giving up, just like you. But she did it the wrong way."

"She loved you."

"I don't know about that. And in a way, it doesn't matter."

He said these in an almost inaudible, magical whisper, so he placed his mouth on hers already ajar. The moment the contact was made, Diria closed her eyes and murmured to herself that she was wrong, the dream had nothing to do with reality. The two cannot be compared, nor will they ever be.

Their tongues and breath mingled.

His wolf raised his head for a moment, his face tense, running a languid finger over his future mistress's reddened lips, then inserted a thumb into her mouth, caressing her tongue with it, before Diria sucked on it. He let it go for a few seconds, watching the scene with his white-hot glass eyes, then let out a growl, half-opened her mouth with his wet thumb, caressed the surface of the pinkish tongue and resumed her mouth.

This second took on a new dimension, as his mouth explored hers with such perseverance that no corner was foreign to him.

Her wolf took her in his arms, and they rolled on the bed of earth and water, kissing again and again. He made her feel the strength of his desire in every way.

He explored the curves of her body through the now useless fabric of her short dress, less pink than her inner universe, but soon came the moment when he sat her down to remove her dress, before laying her back down on the water, which was even more icy than usual, but which this time didn't bother her. She was too warm to care.

Her wolf looked down at her alabaster breasts, whose whiteness highlighted the pink of n*****s hardened to pain by desire and pleasure.

"No bra?"

"You know what this is?"

He only laughed at the question, caressing the pinkish tips before gently pinching, pulling and then pressing them into the tender flesh before finally taking them in his mouth.

He licked greedily at the contours, biting passionately at the small apex, then sucked on them with a growl like an animal drinking from a brandy.

Diria arched her back and let out a heart-rending moan.

It was the first time she'd had this kind of experience, but she was sure that with anyone else it would never have happened this way, and that she would never have felt this way.

As he lashed out at her chest, pleasuring them to make her suffer, she ran her fingers through his moonlike hair, biting her lips to soothe her gasps.

"I let you do things I've never allowed another to do, and yet...I don't even know your name."

He didn't reply, having finally let her breasts take a breather and moved lower to her belly, kissing, licking the silken skin, he stopped at her navel and inserted his tongue.

Diria flinched briefly, but her lover soon overcame her.

When he raised his head for the umpteenth time to look at her with that fascinating, living gaze, he said.

"It'll be even more extreme down there."

Diria squinted, not immediately understanding what he was trying to say, but when she did, she blushed to the roots of her hair. Her lover followed every expression that crossed her face with interest and amusement, and finally laughed softly.

"Don't worry, you'll love it."

"Are you any good?"

"Another stupid question."

"Like the one about your name?"

He didn't answer, but placed his hand on her belly before sliding it gently, inexorably towards the most intimate part of her being, still totally unexplored.