WARNING:
This chapter contains nothing but a lemon!
It is similar to the very first one seeing how it is wholesome and loving, but for the first and ONLY time, I intend for this to be completely descriptive. It is the only chapter that will feature a full lemon, with descriptions, but skipping over it will NOT affect the story for those of you who wish to do so. Mentions of it will be in the next chapter, but I am adding both chapters at the same time so people can skip beyond this one if they wish to.
Many readers have been commenting on and off about the size difference between Bash and Aerin, as well as the difference in masculinity, so let me inform you from personal experience that being short doesn't matter if you know how to work the size difference. :)
Trust me, there's a reason tiny people are referred to as "fun-sized"
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
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Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One
My breath was gone from my lungs. His bedroom door was shut, the lights were out, and yet I could see everything in clear detail. My legs practically quivered, weak in the knees as I was, watching him peel his beater tank-top off of his skin before facing me.
Powerful muscles glistened in the dimness and his eyes shone amber, a trace of apprehension lingering behind the lust on his face.
I took him in, staring at his gorgeous body, at that incredibly ripped abdomen and the thick treasure trail I'd often kissed my way down in search of the very big prize at the end of it. His breath shuddered out of his lungs and he raised his arms, clasping his hands behind his head, showing himself off.
I shivered, fire spreading throughout my body, clouding my thoughts and sending blood rushing south on instinct.
"You're so beautiful," I whispered, meeting his eyes; he said nothing but his irises dimmed slightly in response to my words. "Are you ready?"
"I am," he said simply, lowly, roughly, broad chest heaving as he inhaled; a smirk touched his lips and he wiggled his eyebrows before glancing at my crotch, "and judging by your scent, and the unmistakable bulge in your shorts, so are you."
I couldn't stop, or hold back.
I fell into a haze of want and lust and love, it literally took control of me and had me gliding forward. My hands came up, gripping the front of his jeans, and with movements so fluid it almost didn't feel like me, I unbuckled his belt, whipped it out of his pants with an audible snap, and threw it aside before unfastening the bronze button.
His breath caught and he froze, watching me with half-lidded eyes as I unzipped his jeans.
They slowly fell to the floor around his ankles, exposing his powerful thighs and legs, exposing the uncut monster that was standing at full attention.
He stepped out of his pants, fully naked, and I looked up at him before stripping as well, taking off my own tank top and shorts.
I cast them aside, pulling my hair back so it was out of the way, and then I pushed him backwards. His footsteps followed my movements even though both of us knew that if he'd wanted to he could have stood like a stone, preventing me from being able to budge him.
He was doing this for me, only me, and it made my skin prickle.
He fell backwards when his legs hit the bed and he bounced, the mattress springs creaking as he lay there, looking up at me, powerful legs spread, manhood sticking straight up, big hands behind his head, hairy underarms on full display.
Beautiful and all mine.
I crawled on top of him, settled between his legs, and the first thing I did was kiss every last inch of his chest, nipples, and belly. He shuddered as I slowly worked my way down south.
"Beloved," he grunted, putting a hand to my head. "I am... impatient."
I smiled against his skin, flushing at the meaning behind his words, but instead of obliging his desires I took my sweet time and worshipped his flesh, making my way down across his pelvis, his groin, and even across his huge manhood and scrotum. I traced his foreskin with my tongue, slipping inside it and tasting the intense amount of pre that had already slipped out.
His breath caught and he shuddered.
"Babe," I murmured, struck with a hungry idea. "Get up."
"Hn," he acknowledged, lifting himself upright and standing; his fists were clenched and his breathing was harsh and shallow, pupils wide open as he looked down at me. I took his hands with both of my own and led him to the bathroom, pulling him inside it and stopping him in front of the mirror. He looked at me when I set his hands down on the sink counter.
"Bend over," I said quietly, and he blinked; to my surprise, he obeyed and I felt my stomach knot in the best of ways as he hunkered down against it. I moved behind him, caressing his wide back, and watched a shiver run across his beautiful caramel skin, watched it tighten.
I trailed my fingers down to the powerful glutes of his backside, touching him almost reverently, a place I'd never put my hands on until that moment. A wash of love rushed through me and I almost started crying, but I held it back and instead knelt before him. He let out a startled huff when I spread his muscled ass apart.
However, I immediately froze and my eyes went wide.
Oh, my God, I mentally uttered, stunned and horrified and enraged.
Sebastian's... well, his... his hole, held grotesque scars around it, scars that looked like they'd been made simply by having it ripped apart and torn open. Puckered lines of thick scar-tissue extended from that beautiful rose-red part of him, long lines speaking of heavy damage. The scarring even seemed to stretch beyond his entrance, going inside of him as well.
It made my blood boil.
Jasper had, in fact, scarred the hell out of him... but my thoughts turned elsewhere and I frowned, momentarily wondering if there were other reasons for this scarring, too.
The realization that he'd had four children if those visions Feng-Feng had showed me were true could have come into play, but now was not the time for that. Now was the time to give him the love he deserved.
To show him how much I loved him by giving him as much physical pleasure as possible.
His first experiences were unpleasant, I reminded myself, swallowing hard as I stared at the most private part of his body, that tempting rosebud, closed tight. I'm going to do my absolute best to make this a night he will never, ever forget. I'm going to make him feel better than ever before.
Throwing all apprehension, all caution, all worry to the wind... I leaned in and buried my tongue against him, tasting the most intimate part of him. He wheezed and I heard a wooden crunch as his claws dug into the counter, but he remained still as I made love to him with my tongue, holding his cheeks apart.
He tasted the same way he always smelled... delicious, inhumanely enticing, and spicy, and sweet, and fresh...
I couldn't get enough.
"Fuck," he cursed, legs tensing and head flying back, shoulders shaking. "Aerin... fuck..."
I fought back a smile and continued to lavish him with my purest feelings, giving him love in the truest of ways. I gave him everything, feeling his center relaxing against my tongue, feeling it growing weaker and weaker, less tense, less resistant, less afraid...
I didn't want him to be afraid.
I kept it up for a good ten minutes, taking my time, savoring the experience and every sound of pleasure that he made. I fondled his front for a while as well, feeling his impressive length, tugging on his foreskin, listening to every single change in his breathing, every grunt, every sound. I couldn't get enough of how his body melted like putty beneath my mouth and hands.
I pulled back after a time and looked at him.
He was not nearly as closed as before, and I wondered for a second if he was ready, but I shook my head and decided to prep him a little bit more. So, I leaned against his back and replaced my tongue with my fingers. I had never really had a need to do this in the past, and I didn't really know what to do in order to make it not hurt for your partner, but I did remember William.
I remembered what he'd done so it wouldn't hurt for me.
After that first night, too, Sebastian had always made sure I was ready enough to take him before actually going to town. Given his size, it had required a hell of a lot of foreplay, and even then there had always been a twinge of pain at first.
His breath shuddered in and out as I pressed my lips against the small of his back. He was so much taller than me, legs far longer, which was going to make it impossible for me to make love in a normal fashion, but I already had an idea on what I was going to do. I'd done it once before with William, only once, but it had been the best experience of the three times I'd topped.
He had also been quite a bit taller than me, being six foot two and all.
After a time, Bash's hole was putty against my fingers, I could easily slip three inside.
"Are you okay?" I asked against his skin. "You're not hurting, right?"
"No," he rumbled in a low, languid tone. "I am feeling... good. I knew... my belief in you was not misplaced. This is the first time... I have ever experienced pleasure... like this. It is... new, and it makes me... I..."
"Shhh," I soothed, smiling and kissing his sweat-covered back. "Are you ready, Babe?"
"I... I am," he rasped, lowering his head. "Do it."
The world stopped spinning. Time froze and I felt a rush of empowerment flood through me. I looked down at myself, at my groin, nothing impressive, nothing out of the ordinary, and felt a rush of love and pleasure and heat flood through my gut.
I licked the tips of my fangs, lost in the haze of my own arousal.
I wasn't thick, but length-wise I was slightly above average.
Six and a half inches.
Nothing compared to his monster, nothing all that special. I had been told so by William many times that the reason he didn't like it when I topped was because my dick was basically useless. He hadn't felt much of anything the first two times, and according to him I was better suited for receiving. I'd believed it... but Sebastian actually wanted me, all of me.
I wasn't going to say no.
"Bend your knees slightly until I tell you to straighten them out," I told him, voice coming out thick; he obeyed, and I grinned, using his angled calves as a makeshift stool to heave myself up and onto his back. His head came up to watch in the reflection as I wrapped my legs around his waist, just above his hips, and clung to his pectoral with my uninjured arm.
"What are you doing?" he asked, and I met his eyes in the mirror.
He seemed confused.
"You're extremely tall," I told him, and he blinked before frowning; just as he opened his mouth, I cut him off with, "and that's why this is gonna work so well. Are you ready, Bash?"
He stared at me, uttering, "I am... but what do you intend to do in this position?"
"First, raise your legs all the way and spread them apart, but comfortably," I told him, and although he was confused he did as I asked. I grinned a mischievous grin when the action propelled me higher than his head, giving me a very clear view of his face as well as myself.
Then, I let my body slide backwards, locking my ankles together tightly and using the position of his parted thighs to keep myself rooted against him. His exotic eyes widened when I settled directly into place, the tip of my arousal right against his entrance.
He practically gawked in disbelief.
"How?" he asked, staring at me. "How did you--?"
Instead of giving him a chance to ask, I thrust an inch of myself inside and almost fainted. He gasped, mouth coming open and eyes darkening; they glazed over and his knees shuddered as I sank into his wet heat completely, practically melting.
I shuddered and let out a groan.
Thank God for KamaSutra, I mentally crooned, fighting back a bout of shakiness as I locked my ankles, and thank you internet for the Piggy Back Boink! Fuck!
"Holy shit," I panted, leaning forward and wrapping my arms around his stomach, curving myself over his powerful body. "Babe... god damn!"
"It doesn't hurt," he whispered, and I raised my eyes to see him staring in awe. "I care not how you knew to do this... all I want is for you to make love to me, to show me your feelings... and then, when you have taken your pleasure, to leave your scent inside me, Beloved."
I took a deep breath and let it out. I could do that. I would, too. But not before I made him feel good. Reaching up, I grabbed his nipples and then I began to work my magic, undulating in a manner that only a couple with a huge size difference could pull off in this position.
He let out a guttural exclamation, hissing through his teeth and arching his back as I made love to him, pulling almost all the way out before gliding back in, gently and repetitively, moving with a flexible motion that I knew would hit all of the right places.
But God, his heat... it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced.
Words could not describe the sensation of the slick wet burn against my loins, the feeling of thrusting inside his tightness and knowing, loving, and salivating over the fact that I was the reason it was loosening around me. The fact that I was the one stretching him, leaving my claim inside his precious flesh... it made me feel more masculine than I'd ever been my whole life.
Knowing he wanted me like this, that he wanted me to be his man, set my heart on fire.
"You're so hot inside, so tight," I hissed, tugging on his nipples; I angled my feet and rubbed his girthy penis between them while I glided in and out, raising my head to look at his face. I nearly came on the spot, seeing the look he was giving me... his eyes were half-lidded, darker than black, and his mouth was open in a look of sheer bliss--a look of clear, sex-induced pleasure.
It was even better than the face he'd made when I'd sucked him off.
I won't lie, it drove me into an unnatural frenzy.
I made an insane effort to fuck him as hard and deep as I could, watching as his face contorted in ecstasy, watching as he shook, twisted, quivered beneath me, and I rolled his massive dong between the the soles of my feet, feeling it, massaging it, playing with it.
"Aerin," Sebastian wheezed, twitching, looking straight into my eyes. "Aerin!"
I grinned at him, grinned in triumph, and then he cursed and arched, sliding his rear into my groin. I felt his manhood pulse against my feet and heard the first rope of fluid splatter against the sink cabinet, and like always he continued to pulse, again and again.
I didn't stop going. I was close to orgasm but I wasn't like him, I didn't have the same sort of stamina and I was not about to end this after only one orgasm on his end. I was gonna turn him into putty the way he did me. He continued to shoot, painting the sink cabinet door with a ridiculous and inhuman amount of ejaculate, flooding the bathroom with his scent.
I kept moving, rubbing his hardness, smiling at him in delight.
He'd loosened up against me completely, making it easy for me to move.
"You're beautiful," I murmured, and his eyes found mine, lighting up with pleasure at my words; I caressed his chest, then his belly, with both hands. Having one arm in a cast made doing things difficult since I couldn't really bend it, but I did what I could. "I'm gonna make you do that a few more times before I'm satisfied."
"Oh?" he purred, licking his teeth. "Really now?"
By way of answer I clutched his gut and started grinding into him again, and his eyes rolled back with a curse. His face went tight as he arched, growling, giving me better access, and I took complete advantage of it. For the next five minutes, I thoroughly loved him, slowing down to prevent myself from hitting my peak, and then speeding up to drive him absolutely nuts.
His breathing began to change as I dominated the hell out of him.
Then, he threw his head back and hollered, tensing as his member pulsed beneath my feet.
Again.
I buried myself deep since his orgasm caused a ripple effect and I had to stop. The feeling was incredible, squeezing, winking... I bit my lip, trying to hold out, fighting not to go over the edge, and to my delight I managed to stop myself. He went limp, breathing hard, and his hole relaxed.
I leaned down and kissed his back, lapping at the sweat forming there.
"We're not done," I whispered, and he let out a low moan when I pulled out of him. I unwrapped my legs, feet coming away from his dripping hardness, and I immediately realized that the entire cabinet door and bathroom floor was covered in werewolf jizz.
I winced, knowing we'd have a huge mess to clean up later.
I took his hand again and led him into the bedroom, pushing him down onto the mattress and having him stretch out on his side; I raised his right leg vertically and held it tight against my chest, straddling his left leg with both of mine, and I angled myself against his rear.
He jerked when I pushed in, bottoming out.
His eyes met mine, held them, and I could see him watching me.
Staring at me, glazed and accepting and patient.
I hugged his leg and arched, using the motion to thrust into him, and then to pull out, and then to glide back in. He writhed against me, but I held him still, refusing to break eye contact as I fucked him. He was so gorgeous, face flushed, bearded mouth tight, strong nose wrinkled.
"You have no idea how good you feel," I said softly, kissing his calf. "God, Babe..."
"Bite me," he hungrily ordered; I glanced at him, pausing mid-thrust, but his eyes were hard and full of want. "Bite me while you take me. Bite my calf the way you do my neck."
I blinked, but decided to oblige him: anything he wanted he would have. I resumed moving, gliding, tracing feather-light kisses against the powerful muscle of his skin. I licked his flesh, eyes fluttering closed under the powerful pleasure my body was going through.
And then, I sank my fangs into his muscle.
He bucked and he tightened around me intensely, sending a jolt through my loins, and I mewled against his flesh. Hot blood filled my mouth and I swallowed, going into a place of absolute euphoria. I picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin coming faster, louder.
He shuddered and let out a pained roar.
"AERIN!" he rawly bellowed, tossing his head back; knowing what was coming, I reached out and grabbed his length, feeling its thickness, massaging his foreskin as I bit and plowed him. He pulsed in my hand, and then a fountain of passion exploded from him, shooting in a thick jet across the room, landing in ropes on the mattress, hitting the brand new dresser.
He writhed and squirmed, hips rocking, and while he was lost in the throes of passion I let go of his leg, licked his bleeding flesh one last time, and forced him to roll over on his back. I kept going once he'd adjusted, still spurting, covering my belly, and raised his legs to rest on my shoulders. I leaned down and kissed him as I finally went all out, taking him missionary style.
I kissed the hell out of him, caressing his hips and his face as he painted our skin with love.
I kept fucking him even after his ass loosened from its stranglehold, kept going strong and even, kept a decent pace. My hair slid down to either side of us, shielding our faces like a white curtain as I took him, made him mine completely in the same way that he'd done to me.
He was beautiful.
So powerful, so strong, so ferocious, and yet for me he was on his back, legs spread, at my mercy, letting me have him completely.
I sped up the pace to the maximum, wanting to bring him to that peak once more. With one hand I grabbed his length, and with the other I caressed his hips, kissing him, taking in his rapid breaths and loving them... every sound, every twinge in his face, every movement...
"I love you, Sebastian," I hissed against his lips, staring straight into his eyes. "I love you with all of my fucking heart. You are my soulmate, mine and mine only."
"Aerin," he heaved, chest expanding and deflating rapidly, pupils so wide I could see no iris. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"
He tensed and withheld a scream, turning it into a pained groan. I felt the ripple inside him before the pulse, felt him tighten, getting ready to orgasm, and I let go. I refused to hold it back any longer and went to town on him as he arched, bellowing hoarsely as he came again.
Hot fluid covered my stomach and hit my chin, and ropes of it landed on his face, in his hair.
I let out a squeak and tensed, head snapping back as the sensation enfolding my loins, coupled with the feeling of burning hot seed covering my body and his, drove me to hit my peak. I buried myself inside him as deeply as I could, riding the waves of blinding white pleasure.
I jerked, crushing deep as I came, mind going numb as I hit my release.
"I'm coming," I whispered, looking down at him; he twitched, cursing, still riding through his own orgasm... and then, it stopped. He loosened around me one last time and went limp. I lay on top of him, looking at his face, at the way he was panting as if he'd overexerted himself.
He shivered when I caressed his wet cheek.
I leaned down and licked him, smirking at the look of hunger that took over his face.
"You..." he said in a low, growly tone, lunging forward and kissing me deeply; he pulled back, staring straight into my eyes, "are a great fuck. I will never regret giving myself to you. That was likely the most intense sexual experience I have ever had."
"It was that good?" I breathlessly asked, grinning a little; I pushed my hair back off of my sweaty forehead, pulled back and looking down at him as I pulled out. His hole was wide open and I watched with an oddly proud feeling of satisfaction as my love trickled out of him.
Something about the sight of such a strong, powerful guy covered in his own lust and dripping with mine made me hot under the collar. I was beginning to understand why he always got so lewd after having sex with me. The sight I was experiencing now was an empowering one.
"Come here," Bash grunted, pulling me down against his body; I completely ignored the stickiness between us and kissed the hell out of him, rubbing our skin together. He Frenched me to cloud nine and made me melt, then rolled both of us over and straddled me.
I blinked at him when he smirked.
"Your turn?" I asked, smiling.
"My turn," he confirmed, licking his teeth. "Tonight... I am going to turn you into jelly."
Sounded like a plan to me.