The Dark Beast's Love

The beast was as I remembered it, large, sharp and dangerous. The human features it carried were only a slight reminder of who was behind this consciousness but with the white patches of fur and the long sharp claws, it still drew fear like no other. Looking at it, despite knowing what I knew, made me flashback to my previous memories of the beast, none of them good. None of them I would want to relive again.

I had been a few feets away when Riven had started his transformation, but when the beast's familiar golden eyes fell upon me, it felt like the distance was nothing but an illusion for the foolish. Maybe because it was nothing but an illusion for the foolish. This was the moment we'd been dreading every time we thought about this night, the reaction of the beast. And for the first time in a while, I realised that I couldn't read what emotions hid behind its eyes, behind his eyes. All I knew was that the golden eyes of his were viewing me like a deer, but whether it was to slaughter or to take was unclear.

With a swift moment, I felt my feet leave the ground and prepared myself for the impact of the hard ground. My back certainly took some fall damage and it knocked the breath out of me but surprisingly my head didn't go through the same. Instead, I felt the softness of a hand behind my head easing the fall and when I regained my focus enough to look up I saw him staring down at me, eyes golden but it was still Riven.

I already knew that the beast wanted me, Riven had told me that so many times that I'd lost count. I also knew that Riven had warned me that an animal that mainly relied on its instincts tended to forget its strength, and that was the mistake that was going to kill me. But looking at the beast now with his human face, pointed ears and golden eyes, I realised that we had worried for all the wrong reasons. Because while the beast did rely on its instincts, it was more like Riven than I first thought, and Riven had already gone out of the way to make sure to never hurt me. And the beast would do the same, the hand behind my head was the proof of that.

His mouth clashed with mine, and where I had expected him to be cold, he was burning hot. It wasn't the build-up kisses that Riven used to do where he would start slowly and then chase me down the road of madness. No, this was jumping directly to that madness and pushing me down, down, down, down the rabbit hole until all I could think about was his mouth against mine and the unfamiliarity of his fangs brushing my bottom lip.

The feeling of his claws ghosting over my skin with a light pressure had me gasping and Riven took it as an invitation to explore my mouth further, to take whatever he wanted until my lungs were aching for air. He did pull away, just so that I could breathe in violently, but almost as fast as he'd left, his lips were back on mine and demanding more, demanding everything I could give him.

In the back of my mind, I registered the difference between this side of Riven and the usual side of him. While Riven always took and gave in desperation, he still had this piece of him that held back out of fear. What kind of fear I'm not really sure. However, the beast side of him kissed like there was no tomorrow, he kissed like all his restraints had been cut off and he could finally breathe again and the realisation of it all drove me crazy. The beast was Riven, just like Riven had said, but it was a Riven driven by the want he never allowed himself to fully expose. And I realised that I didn't mind either of the versions.

When he pulled back again, I expected him to give me a moment of air before returning. But instead, he grabbed the collar of my shirt and tore it apart, my body following the harsh pull as the fabric tore in the middle and was thrown to the side. I stopped in the middle of a breath when this happened, but Riven paid it no mind. Instead, he did the same with my pants, and suddenly I was completely naked against the cold grass with the beast straddling me with its arms and hips. The worst thing is that Riven is still clothed, or at least in pants, because that man has the audacity to have a pair of pants specifically made for his transformation. So while the sweeping cold surrounds me, he's still half-covered and burning hot. The only relief in the current situation is the way his skin is pressed against mine because his heat shields me from the air of the night and I find myself pressing against his body for more warmth when he suddenly growls at the touch. With my body now exposed he moved down to my jaw and my neck and unlike previous times, I can feel his fang graze my skin as he places his lips on me. Still, I'm not prepared when they actually sunk into my skin and caused pain so surprising that it blurs out the rest of my senses. My back arches at the cry of my nerve system and I let out a breath moan as he pulls away and starts liking the wound, his wet hot tongue flat against my skin. Despite being more prepared the next time he sinks his fangs into me, I'm still overwhelmed by how good the pain feels. The teeth are just sharp enough so that it doesn't cause any trouble while breaking through the skin but my mind still sings at the adrenaline the body sends through the system as blood starts rushing out the wound just for Riven to lick it again.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

He continues doing this as he reaches my breasts, not really biting anymore but sucking and licking until I'm writhing under the feeling of his tongue. At one point, I drew my fingers through his hair and it distracted him for a single second. Deciding that we couldn't have it this way he gripped both my wrist with one hand and pinned them above my head, leaving me completely at his mercy as he continued playing with my breast.

A moan ripped out of me as I felt his other hand reach my clit and they continued to erupt as he slowly massaged it in circles, casually ghosting his finger over my entrance whenever he felt like he wanted more than just the moans and gasps I made, and the fact that he did this, made me unprepared for when he actually pushed a finger inside me. I cried out his name and lifted my hips in both surprise and anticipation and his lips returned to my mouth as his body forced me down, the feeling of his soft fur and skin pressed against me.

He started pushing his finger in and out, in and out, with no regard for carefulness. He just kept a fast pace and kept going as I begged for more. When the second finger entered me I was both warm by his body heat and by the feeling of his rough thrust repeating himself. I almost screamed when he started scissoring me and lost all senses completely when he curved his finger and brushed over my g-spot. I could hear him growl as he put another finger in me and returned to the rough speed he had before without hesitation, curving his long finger now and then just to hear me cry out his name. It had quickly become the only word I could master while under his mercy.

When he quickly retracts his fingers a whimper escapes my lips, but I barely get the time to mourn before I feel the head of his cock brushing against the entrance. He doesn't go as slow as most would have in order to let me adjust, but he didn't go uncomfortably fast either. However, it was the fact that he started moving immediately that had me curse out his name and I knew that I would feel this for days to come.

He pounded into me like this was our last night alive and he did it without mercy, harsh and fast. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed in the night and despite being too blissed out to register anything except for the way Riven continued thrusting into me, I knew that I was making all kinds of sounds that blended and overtook the sound of the night. Perhaps it was the position, or maybe it was because of his werewolf form, but his cock was definitely bigger than I remembered it, and that is with Riven's being big already. This felt like it could rip me apart from the inside out.

He came with a howl as the come spilt inside me and I came shortly after that when he stuck one finger back into me along with his dick just to curve it to hit my sensitive spot. He drew out the hand but kept fucking me through both our aftershocks until it got too much and I started to cry out of oversensitivity. Even after the desperate sounds I made he kept going until he felt like he'd taken enough and then pulled out his come-covered dick.

My breathing was still loud and heavy when he rose from where his body had been hovering over mine and I watched as he ran towards the mountains, climbing the walls with ease before he disappeared into the night.

The back of my head threw questions at me when the loneliness seeped over me, but all I could feel was the aching between my thigh and the coldness claiming my exposed skin.