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The Gift

Edward's Storyline, Chapter 7.3

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His gaze met mine and he looked right in my eyes as he flicked an ear while he spoke. "Ah know 'umans 'ave lots o' ways t' be close with people... lots o' those ways d'pend on whetheh they be lad or lass an' if th' otheh person--"

Even as he tried to put his thoughts into words I realized what he was asking. It took a moment for me to come to reason out the right response. "Oh-- well... I--"

He managed to find the right words before I could. "Fer Spirits, bein' physical with someone's not common, but with the right person, it dunnae matter if they be lad or lass... an'... an' I'd like that with ye... if ye'd like it with me."

At some point when I'd been running through the content of the thought in my mind Treboada's minimal clothing disappeared completely and a naked Wolf was seated next to me on the bed. He leaned forward and pressed his cold, wet nose to my neck, and he kissed me on the collar bone. I let out a gasp, slowly falling backward onto the bed. He followed me eagerly, climbing up fully onto the mattress so he could loom over me, his paws reaching, touching, caressing, like a poor man worshipping a freshly minted coin. The only sound I was able to mutter was a gasp when his teeth located my nipple through my shirt and gave it a gentle nip.

A soft growl of something more than just lust rumbled deep in his chest, and he began licking my chest, his tongue passing right through my shirt. At the same time he pressed his hips to mine and I could feel his plump, firm sheath stroke up against my surprisingly eager erection. I'd never had sex with a guy before, and definitely didn't think I'd be interested as the target of affection, but there was something about Treboada that was undeniably appealing. Even as he got worked up, though, I could tell he was holding back, and he stopped his licking long enough to press his nose against my ear, murmuring into it with slow, drawn out breath. "Yeh gotta give me permission, Eddie... I cannae do anythin' without it-- I wouldn't... eveh."

I realized what he meant by that; it reminded me that he hadn't forgotten about my thoughts concerning my mom, and, for a moment I almost pushed him away. At that exact moment, though, I also realized that he knew that I could have responded that way and he was still willing to say it and risk being rejected for the sake of my honor... or his... or, just because he was not a big bad Wolf; he was my good Wolf. Setting aside my reservations, I raised an arm and wrapped it around the small of his back, pulling him down more firmly against me as I pushed my hips up to meet his, the long, thick fur of his crotch tickling me in all the right ways through my jeans. "Yes, Tre... yes."

It was all the permission he needed, and any last hesitance in him evaporated as quickly as his britches had. The Wolf let out a much more intimidating growl, his tail flagging high as the bed creaked beneath us, his weight suddenly feeling much more real, and I heard the footboard creak as he slid his hind paws against it for added control. His words were surprisingly clear, and eager, teeth brushing across my collar bone with every syllable spoken. "Call me that again, Eddie."

It was a confusing request, but the response it got from him was enough to encourage me to satisfy his request. "You're hundreds of years old, Tre... show me what you've learned in that time."

He snarled, as if answering my challenge in kind, but at no point did it scare me... if anything it was all the more exciting. He looked down at me, his cold black nose pressing to mine as his eyes glowed fiercely. His voice took on a different tone, and I watched as the last twinkle of Emerald faded from his gaze, replaced by a deep, vibrant Purple. "I'll do that and more, mucker."

The next seconds were a blur as the big black Wolf pressed himself against me, and me against the bed. At some point I managed to begin stripping off my clothes, but he didn't bother waiting. Every last strand of fur lit my skin on fire like his first touch. The Spirit's every move was centered around me and only me-- neither my clothes nor the bed did anything to stop him from being where he wanted, and it was dizzying. By the time I was pulling off my jeans he already had my legs in the air, and his hips pressed between them. Without a warning his leaking sheath rubbed up against my ass and he pushed forward.

I cried out, more out of surprise than anything else-- it didn't hurt... definitely not like I thought it would, but I definitely felt my opening stretch as his furry flesh pulled back, giving way before his thick dick as his erection traded one sheath for another. I squirmed at the sensation even as kicked, trying to free my right foot from my jeans, which had wrapped around my ankle and didn't seem to want to let go. My Wolf was tenacious in the same way, and he pulled me toward him even as he thrust again, sliding another several inches into me and forcing my body to get used to it. That didn't take long.

Not even having had the time to get my boxers off, I writhed on the mattress while I was impaled more and more by the Wolf cock. His eyes gazed down at me the entire time, the Purple light casting a glow on savage features and making them seem surprisingly soft in the moment-- soft, and loving... excluding the stream of saliva drooling off of his lips. When our eyes met a broad smile split his muzzle and his tongue flopped free. Deep and heady, his voice rumbled out of him. "You doin okay, Eddie?"

I nodded, smiling back as I struggled with my boxers but, in the end, I stopped bothering; they weren't exactly in the way. Closing my eyes, I unbuttoned the single button holding the crotch flap closed and slid my hand in, stroking my precum covered dick. "Fuck... yeah... awesome, Tre... awesome. Don't stop."

As good as his word, my Wolf did everything and more. At some point he moved his feet from the footboard as he rotated his hips so he could stand on the floor, lower body phasing through my bed so he could fuck me with a full range of motion. There's something to be said about having sex with a Spirit, and he showed me all the finer points, but he wasn't done, but between unequalled performance and the touch of my own hand I wasn't going to last much longer. It almost felt like I was betraying him by giving in but he was too good to resist. Fortunately, I had his permission.

Leaning forward, the Wolf wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his next thrust even as he hunched his hips and I felt myself spread even wider; I imagined that I was probably gaping but it was still devoid of the pain I'd have expected from being spread wide. The sensation was accompanied by a very obvious 'pop', and I felt his hot breath against my neck as he rasped. "... now."

I wasn't a stranger to cumming-- between knowing my hand really well and having a few flings in high school I thought I knew what to expect, but what Tre gave me was something entirely different. I'd never been a really loud sex partner but, in that moment, I was sure I'd been gasping loudly as the moment caught up with me, and I groaned as I soaked my fingers in what had to have been my biggest load ever. The black Wolf, however, was far louder. With a growling snarl followed by an honest-to-god howl, Tre unloaded into me with such force I could actually feel every single spurt of thick Wolf cum emptied into my body.

I rode the orgasm like a heavy motorcycle, letting the sensations wash over me like a tooth-clenching rumble of an old engine as the mixed scent of wolf musk and sex filled my nose with as much presence as motor exhaust. Gasping like I was out of breath, little aftershocks of the experience hit me again as the Spirit climbed back up onto the bed and off the floor, laying down behind me with one arm cradling my head and the other wrapped around me. His breath was heavy and he inhaled and exhaled several times before speaking. "You're something special to me, Eddie... I wish I had the right words to explain it."

That kind of statement wasn't something I'd ever be able to respond to in the right way but he made it a little easier by squeezing me a little tighter in his hug. That helped me say something. "You may not have the words, Tre,,but your actions are a good start."

Nuzzling the back of my head, the Wolf's voice rumbled out of his muzzle as he continued bearing his heart. He snuggled more deeply against my back and I felt the Spirit's shaft finally slide free from me. "I hope you'll keep calling me that."

With him out, I took stock and realized that I didn't feel sore; even though he hadn't held back he still hadn't hurt me. I could definitely tell that he wasn't inside me, but I didn't have any kind of empty feeling or lack... I just felt... good. Rolling over so I could face him, I pulled the Wolf even closer, tilting my chin up so I could kiss him on the muzzle. It had been an experience beyond anything I could ever have expected, and it left me satisfied, but I also didn't even know where to begin my questions. "Tell me something..."

He kissed me back, first with his thin, black lips, and then by brushing his tongue across my chin. "Anything."

Reaching up to rub the back of his head, I--