Isa Froze. The words echoed in her head. She had made up her mind, resolved to spend her days with the beautiful she-wolf in front of her. Why had Rose pulled away? Why had she said no? The statement caught her off guard, causing a slight panic to radiate through her very core, creating the oddest sensation. Regret? .... No ... Sadness? That couldn't be it. She searched her memory for a word to properly express what the foreign feeling could be, there had to be a way to properly put it to words.
"Distress ? ..." Isa heard quietly in her mind.
She thought for a second before responding to Melody, "No ... that's not it... grief?"
A slight whimper echoed in her mind before the answer Melody gave, "Heartache ..?"
This was an unknown feeling to both Isa and Melody, one they never wanted to feel. Isa refused to move, her hands still softly grasped Rose's waist. Quickly she searched for the words that could fix whatever she had done, whatever it was could surely be fixed. Right? Isa watched as Rose's eyes tried desperately to avoid direct contact, her cheeks flushed and lips plump from their torturous kiss.
"Rose please, whatever I've done to offend you, I do apologize, I just -" She didn't get to finish before Rose stopped her.
Rose's fingers absentmindedly twirled Isa's silky hair between her fingers, "Isa, you are a queen. You are to continue the royal line. I ... I cannot give you an heir. It's just not possible. I would blame myself if we got too attached-".
Before she could object any longer, Isa leaned in, her lips greedily claiming what she wanted. Rose did not object this time, instead she leaned into Isa. Rose's hands slowly trailed up Isa's thighs, small fingers tightening around her supple hips as fingers searched for that tingle of skin to skin contact. Their lips took in each other, their tongues exploring the softness of the other's lips. A quiet moan left Rose's throat, causing Melody to growl softly at the subtle yet intoxicating sound. Slowly pulling away from the kiss, Isa's hands grabbed hold of Rose's delicate, well-toned waist, fingers sliding down to her supple hips. With one sudden movement Rose was masterfully turned, her back now pressed firmly against Isa's chest. The feeling of soft lush breasts pressed against her back made the fire inside her burn brighter and more intense by the second.
With a gentle nudge, Isa shepherded the little she-wolf towards the large ornate bed. Her fingers brushed ever so gently across the nape of Rose's neck, pushing her long dark ashen curls across one shoulder. With deft precision, Isa quickly turned Rose back to face her, their eyes locking for just a moment before the smallest gasp escaped Rose's lush lips, her back hitting the soft feathered cloud like mattress. Rose looked up, her sparkling crystal silver eyes laid beneath thick luscious lashes, her ashen curls strewn around her form in a stark contrast to the silken pale pink skin. Rose's eyes watched carefully as Isa's nimble fingertips ran teasingly up her thighs, slowly pushing the hem of her silk nightgown up to expose the small blush-colored lace adorning her hips. Embarrassed, Rose thrust her hands out in an attempt to cover herself, instead meeting Isa's fingertips where the lace laid across her hip bones. Their eyes locking, Isa softly brushed Rose's fingers aside before hooking her thumbs into the side of the lace.
Isa smiled sweetly at her, "Don't be embarrassed, my little love."
A bright pink hue swept across Rose's cheeks, her innocence intoxicating as her pearly white teeth trapped the full blush-colored lip. Leisurly, Isa's fingers trailed down, her fingers locked into the lace that now slid down Rose's thighs and over her knees that dangled across the edge of the bed. Kneeling, Isa pulled the lace off Roses' small feet, dropping the panties to the ground. Kneeling at the edge of the bed, Isa parted her little she-wolfs knees, her fingers gliding effortlessly up the inside of her thighs. Leaning in, Isa placed tender kisses upon Rose's knees, trailing her lips gingerly up the inside of her thighs. With a hesitant look-up at the beauty before her, she nibbled ever so tenderly at the soft skin of Rose's inner thighs, the stifled moan urging her to continue. As Rose's head leaned back, her eyes closed at the warmth and electricity shooting through her body with each touch, causing stifled whimpers of pleasure to escape her lips. With a gentle growl, Isa's hands possesivly wrapped around the silken thighs of her little mate, softly cupping the tender flesh while pulling Rose's knees onto her shoulders.
Rose looked down at Isa, her thighs spread wide as she watched the shimmering white curls dip down beneath her vision. Rose breathed deeply, the unknown, a frightening thought that raced through her mind like a beautiful falcon she watched from the garden. Trembling, she moaned softly, biting her lip to quiet herself as she felt the electricity shoot through her with a wave of pleasure. She felt every sensation heightened at the touch of her mate's fingers, her lips caressing her thighs and fingers hungrily grasping at the ample flesh of her bottom. Her eyes closed as she relaxed into Isa's hands, she could hear the sound of Isa deeply inhaling her scent, her wolf growling at the pleasure. Her fingers grasping the silk blankets, a loud gasp echoed through the room as Isa's tongue ran down the wetness of her core. Every nerve ending firing pleasure that coursed through her with an intensity that only the mate bond could give. The Moon Goddess had blessed the bond, and she could feel the love that Isa felt for her coursing through her every cell.
Hearing the sweet soft moans of Rose, she slowly ran her tongue up the soft pink flesh, focusing on the small rose bud that graced her lips with the sweet taste of her mate's pleasure and sucked it between her lips. Slowly she sucked upon the little bud, running her tongue up and down the soft flesh of her core. Covetously, she dug her fingertips into Rose's thighs, keeping her in place so that her little mate would not wiggle away from her. Running her tongue down her sweet core, she slowly pushed her tongue between her soft pink flesh circling the entrance to that which she wanted so desperately. To hear the pleasure of her mate echo against the stone walls and fill her ears. Peering up through her lashes, Isa smiled at Rose.
"My little Rose ... could I taste of you? I promise I will not mark you dear one." She waited patiently for the answer, only wanting Rose to be marked if she so willed it.
"I am not ... experienced, Isa, I know not what to do." the words left Rose's lips with uncertainty,
Isa smiled and placed a soft kiss upon the inside of Rose's thigh, "You will know pleasure my dear."
With one soft movement Isa had buried her face between the soft silken thighs of her mate, her lips greedily sucking upon the little bud. A soft moan left Rose's lips, causing Isa's fingers to grasp tightly at the ample flesh of Rose's thighs, her tongue circling the entrance to her core. As Rose's lips let small quiet moans escape her full pink pout, her hips gently thrusting upwards to meet Isa's mouth. Slowly Isa's tongue pushed into Rose's core, the taste of her mate a sweet, sugary and intoxicating mix that she could not get enough of. Her tongue slowly circled the inside of Rose's core, lapping upwards against the walls and brushing the spot of pure ecstasy. Listening to the soft seductive moans grow louder with each passage of her tongue, Isa slowly withdrew from Rose, her tongue trailing up between the delicate pink folds and around the small bud. Looking up at Rose's small trembling form, she smiled, gently letting go of Rose's thighs, she let them rest upon the satin of the bed and stood. Easily Isa pushed Rose across the satin and upwards to make sure her little wolf was comfortably and safely on the bed.
Crawling onto the bed, Isa trailed small kisses from Roses' knees, up her thighs and to her stomach as her fingers began to gather and push the fabric of the nightgown up Rose's chest, freeing her perky breasts. The sound of Rose's unsteady panting slowly turning back into quiet moaning made her heart leap and her wolf howl in approval. Isa's lips continued to trail upwards, between Rose's breasts and across her collar bone while nimble fingers pushed the fabric over Rose's head and onto the floor. Sitting up, Isa straddled Rose's hips, lovingly smiling down at the beautiful creature that captivated her heart with every beat. She watched as Rose's small fingers gently ran up the front of her thighs the fabric of her own nightgown wrapped around her thighs, the only thing stopping their progress. A giggle emanated from Isa as she smiled down at Rose. Sensing her little wolf's hesitation, she grasped at the edge of her nightgown, pulling it up and over her head before letting it fall onto the bedroom floor.
Rose inhaled deeply, the sight of Isa making her breath hitch in her chest. Isa was like that of a beautifully lost creature, one that Rose was sure a great sonnet would be written about. She stared up in awe. The snow-white hair cascading around Isa's small shoulders and ample breasts. The emerald green of Isa's eyes shown in the sunlight like stained-glass set into a creamy, wonderfully tan frame. Hesitantly Rose slid her fingers further up the silky soft skin of Isa's things, their eyes locking with each other in a lustful dance as her fingers found the small hourglass waist of her mate. She watched intently as Isa lowered herself down next to her, instinctively her fingers finding Isa's waist once again and grasping tightly as she felt the warm touch of her fingers grasping and kneeding her breasts. Closing her eyes, Rose took in every new sensation, the feeling of Isa's warm lips upon her neck, how her marking spot tingled, sending small waves of pleasure through her body. The feeling of euphoria washed over her as Isa's fingers gently pinched her n*****s and her teeth grazed against the marking spot with a soft restrained nibble. An aching ran through her core as she heard Isa whisper into her ear, "I want to hear you scream for me little wolf, I will make sure of it."
Without a second thought Isa's fingers ran between Rose's breasts and down her stomache , her hand pushing between her thighs and spreading them for her. Isa's fingers ran longingly across the small pink fold before letting two fingers slowly circle the small pink bud. Isa's fingers continued to circle and press against the small bud, each time the sound of Rose's ragged breathing became a soft moan. Waiting for just the right moment, Isa rolled on top of Rose, using a knee to keep her mate's thighs spread for her. With a slow and deliberately timed movement, Isa's two fingers slid down, gently pressing into the wetness of Rose's core. Waiting for Rose to relax fully, she trails kisses down the side of her neck, softly nipping at the skin and sucking upon Rose's marking spot. Listening to the sound of her moans becoming louder, Isa slowly pushes her fingers deeper into Rose, before pulling them back and thrusting into her again. A slow and rhythmic movement formed as Rose ran her fingers up the sides of Isa's thighs and caressed her waist. The sound of Roses moaning becoming louder and more uninhibited begins to fill the room, Isa's wolf fighting to be let out, wanting to mark their mate.
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