Exton

Every time Pandora moves, Ob tries not to groan. He knows the movements are deliberate. He doesn't need their link to know it. Pandora purrs softly as she slides across the nearly painful bulge pressing into her bottom. His hand caresses her still flat belly, easing her higher on his lap. She stifles a giggle as he lets her know just how painful his erection is becoming.

A sudden burst of erotic energy flashes through all their shields. Ob tries to slam his tighter, to no avail. He closes his eyes, fighting not to visibly react. A mistake. His woman's scent fills his head. The warm sensual aroma of a breeding female, mixed with the personal pheromones that drive him wild. He swallows hard and buries his face in Pandora's hair. Shuddering he feels her along every nerve, the brush of his hair along hers tingles through his aura. He breathes in, and is lost.

He growls. In one motion, Ob stands, scooping his wife high in his arms, and is striding through the crowd and up the stairs. He feels the gasp from Alise at their sudden departure. Stoney laughs and he hears his brother tell the table it is the way of the Barbarian. His eyes smoulder as he kicks open their bedroom door and sends back to Stoney, Shield tight, Bro!


He feels the shields tighten. Stoney's last thought to him is to not destroy the furniture. Ob smiles wickedly and sends back No promises.

Pandora bounces slightly as Ob nearly tosses her onto the bed. His eyes rake her body, bringing a flush of pleasure to her body as they seem to sear her curves. Voice a deep growl he tells Pandora to remove the dress or he will rip it from her body. She begins to slip from the bed and he shakes his head.

"Stay where you are Bruha. Writhe all you want. But if the dress is not removed in the next few minutes, I will remove it."

Bringing the skirt up over her hips, Ob breathes deep. He can smell her arousal, mixing with the aromas from earlier. He growls and Pandora moves more quickly, arching to draw the soft fabric over her head. Reaching out he plucks it from her hands and tosses it across the room. She gasps as he slides a finger under her bra and tears through the fabric. The cups fall to the side and he cups her full breast, thumbs scraping roughly over her nipples. Pandora gasps and Ob smiles.

"You're dripping, Mujer. Is this what you want?"

His hands slide over his jeans, framing the unmistakable bulge of his own arousal. When she nods wordlessly, Ob's fingers hook into claws and he rips the jeans from his body. her eyes widen when she realizes he has not worn any briefs, so he springs free, heavy and pulsing. His shirt is tossed away as he crawls across the foot of the bed, knees spreading her thighs. Stroking along the wet crotch of her panties, Ob growls softly.

The tremble he feels makes him breathe harder. His fingers hook and his nails pierce the wet fabric. With a tug the panties shred, and he forces her legs wider. He nudges the swollen head of his cock along her slit and Pandora writhes. Gripping tighter, he holds her still and forces his way into her tight steaming sheath. She screams, cuntal walls spasming as her first orgasm rocks through her and into him. With a growl he slams deep, groaning as she milks his length.

His gaze draws hers as she comes off her peak. "Look at me, Bruha. Do not close your eyes, mi amor. I want to see the passion, the heat in your eyes as you shatter around me again."

Her eyes never leave his as Ob begins to thrust, each stroke long and slow. As she begins to build, he changes depth, making the strokes short and fast. Pandora's breathing changes, becoming panting mews. His own is barely controlled. A feral smile spreads to his ice blue eyes and Ob changes pace again, throwing Pandora into a spiral. Lifting her legs, he slides her calves over his shoulders and raises her, bearing down.

One stroke, two, and she is clenching, tight walls spasming around his thickness. Another stroke, and Pandora is moving, grinding against him as he shoves his length deep. Another and she arches high, trying to get him deeper. One more stroke and she begs him to make her come.

The tip of his tail presses against the tight pucker of her asshole. With a little pressure, it opens, nearly swallowing the flexible tip. Ob's eyes gleam in satisfaction and he thrusts deep, feeling both channels grip as his wife explodes around him. Ob growls out her name and he throws back his head in a loud howl. Each pulse of his cock echoes her snapping pussy and he fills her with jet after jet of his own seed.

Gently lowering her legs, Ob braces himself above her, letting their bodies relax from the intense session. His lips trace slowly along her throat, finding her lips as he murmurs softly, *"Te amo, mi esposa..."


I love you, my wife...