Just Around the Riverbend

dawn
Jennifer
HarryGinny4Eva
Mary Potter
Voracious Reader
angeles
LaBibliographe - *blush* I've got a couple originals on my hard drive, but I haven't finished them nor have I let anyone know they exist.
AnonymousAndrogyny
The Sexy Muggle Librarian
hairsprayX12
Tiffany
Alina
margaritama

Almost at the end, mates. I think once I finish this story up I will resume The Unseen. Then I have another story I'm working on, but I'm going to finish that one before I post it. I think I'll post it here on General, and then I'm also going to post it on fanfiction.net. It's interesting, so far.

Well, smut alert in 5,4,3,2.....1....and go!

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She followed him nervously, feeling much like an inmate on the way to the execution room. Some might say she was a freak, but the absolute gut-wrenching anticipation of a good spanking always made her light-headed, and was quite addictive.

Perhaps that was why she liked to push his buttons so much. She liked the thrill of riling him up, and the wait before she would get what was coming to her.

She entered the bedroom behind him, and he closed the door with an ominous thunk. The little house they’d bought together was small and old, but it was sturdy.

“Disrobe.” He purred firmly, his yellow eyes taking on a predatory glow.

Her outer robes slid off of her shoulders, and she neatly folded them over a chair in the corner. Then she toed off her shoes and tugged off her socks. Next came her shirt, then her denim jeans. She was left in her lacy black underwear set, and she looked up at Phelan. His glowing yellow eyes were taking in every centimeter of her, his gaze washing over the soft caramel color of her skin, and the flush of excitement on her face.

He approached her, and she heard the deep breath he took. He reached forward and slipped his hand into the waistband of her panties. He brushed his fingers through her soft, thick pubic curls. As a self-conscious female, she wasn’t too fond of the coarse hair, but it drove Phelan’s animal instincts absolutely wild during the full moon, so she left her pubic hair quite natural. Even when she washed, Phelan could smell the light feminine musk that clung to the dark curls, and that alone could make him harder than a flagpole in December.

Two of his fingers dipped into her warm center, and she couldn’t suppress a breathy moan. He moved his fingers between her legs a bit, as if feeling for something. After a few moments he withdrew his hand from her knickers, and held it out before her. His fingers glistened with her natural lubrication, and she nearly came right then as his hand went to his mouth. He languidly licked the liquid from his fingers, purring with delight as he did so.

“You’re such a naughty girl. You like being thrashed.” He commented. He stood in front of her, gazing down from his slight height advantage. “Don’t hide your breasts from me, flower.” He rumbled. Daisy reached behind her and unfastened her bra, and let the fabric slip forward slowly, revealing her breasts to him. She couldn’t claim large breasts. But Phelan had assured her once or twice that she was perfect. She had enough to fit into his hand, and any more would be a waste.

He reached out and tweaked her left nipple, causing her to gasp. Oooh….he was such a clever manipulator of her body. She was like a violin, and he knew just were to pluck and stroke to make her sing.

Sometimes Phelan couldn’t believe the absolute luck he had when he was bound to Daisy. She was beautiful, smart, and kinky. She liked to be dominated, though she had a fiery attitude at other times. She liked to be spanked, and that fulfilled his Alpha tendencies towards her. She could be as animalistic as he could during sex, and more than once had he sported a bite mark on his neck or shoulder from their passion.

She mewled softly as he reached out and began to play with her breasts. Both hands plucked at her nipples, rubbing and twisting as well. She felt her knees becoming like jelly and her pussy throbbing steadily. And almost as quickly as he started, he pulled his hand away.

“Fetch the brush.” He commanded. It took Daisy a moment to snap out of her lust-induced haze, and when she did she approached her vanity. The hairbrush had been her idea in the beginning. He’d proven to be quite adept at blistering her arse with his hands, and she’d been eager to try something else. For some reason that had something vaguely to do with a forgotten French person, Daisy was nervous around a strap or a belt. She wasn’t eager to attempt another session with the cane after what had happened with her cousin. So she thought of using a paddle or something of the sort. Well it just so happened that she had a broad wooden hairbrush, perfectly flat on the other side, which she used to reduce static in her hair. It turned out to be a perfect instrument of pleasurable activities.

She picked up the innocent looking item with trembling hands, and started back towards her husband. He stood, looking quite regal even in his denim pants and button-up. His eyes were alight with lust, and he presented the perfect picture of dominance.

“Take off your knickers and lean over the bed.”

The order was familiar and thrilling. Daisy looped her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, and pushed them down to her ankles. She stood, and stepped out of the small scrap of fabric. Phelan leaned down and picked up the small knickers, and tucked them into his shirt pocket. Daisy raised an eyebrow at him, and he cleared his throat, nodding with his head towards the bed.

She swallowed hard, and approached their large bed. It was a four-poster canopy bed, with rich brown coverings and a dark turquoise duvet. Daisy bent forward slightly, presenting her bare, nervously quivering bottom to Phelan. She spread her feet out slightly and then put her hands on the soft duvet.

Unfortunately for Daisy, or fortunately depending on one’s pain threshold and personal preferences, Phelan didn’t measure his punishments in a number of strikes. He went by minutes. A mild session might go for two or three minutes straight, and end with light lovemaking. But that was usually a hand-spanking. For something like this, he would probably spank her steadily for six or seven minutes. The thought of that alone sent a single drop of moisture down her thigh.

He started with no further warning. The first blow cracked against her unprotected bottom, and the sting erupted immediately. He immediately set up a steady, unforgiving pace. The brush fell twice per swing of the pendulum on the little wall clock against the far wall. Daisy gasped and struggled not to stiffen and clench her cheeks as he peppered all over her bottom and the very tops of her thighs with fiery blows. She’d learned not too long after they started using the hairbrush that if she clenched her bottom he’d move lower on her thighs, and that made sitting quite impossible.

After about thirty seconds she became vocal, whimpering and moaning at the scorching pain concentrating on her bottom. Still his pace never let up.

He alternated each strike between two jiggling globes of flesh, becoming more steadily aroused at the sight, sound, and smell of it all. He was painfully hard, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans.

At about a minute in the tears stinging her eyes finally began to fall. She longed to rub her hand over her abused bottom. She wanted to ask him to stop and have mercy. But her dominate lover had no mercy for her, especially when she had basically begged so nicely.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Daisy began blubbering about two minutes in, still straining to hold as still as she could. Phelan could see her shifting her weight on both of her feet, and her bottom shifted in response. She sobbed and groaned as her spanking continued.

She also continued to drip steadily. As her bottom smoldered and throbbed so did her core and she felt the thick creamy droplets touching her thighs and running unchecked.

When she finally reached the five minute mark she knew Phelan was almost done with her. For the last two minutes of her spanking he concentrated on the lowest parts of her bouncing cheeks, and the broad brush struck those two spots over and over again. The last two slaps, delivered with masterful agony, were the hardest of the punishment, and when paired with the steady beating on that one spot on each cheek, would serve as a reminder for the next day or so.

Once the final two strokes were delivered, Phelan stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Daisy’s bottom was a deep mix of reddish pink. It was a level beyond light play and stopped before serious bruising occurred. There would probably be a few small bruises as the red faded, but it was nothing that would cause extreme discomfort.

Daisy refrained from immediately clutching her abused bottom. She gasped when she felt Phelan spread the blistered cheeks apart.

“Sweet mother moon…you’re soaking wet. What good is a punishment if it only serves to make you wetter than a merperson?” he asked, amusement evident in his voice. “But I suppose if you’re going to produce such a vast quantity of that lovely female lubricant…I should oblige you and put it to use. What do you say, Daisy? Would you like me to fuck you senseless?”

“Yess…” she hissed, her fingers tangling in the duvet. She felt Phelan’s fingers wrap around the base of her long braid, and he pulled her head back. She gasped softly as her head was tilted so that he could look at her face.

“Yes….what??” he growled, running his tongue over his sharp canines.

“Yes Alpha.” She whimpered. His mouth descended on hers, claiming her lips roughly. She moaned into his mouth, and then yelped when he nipped her bottom lip. One hand stayed firmly wrapped around her braid, and the other snaked around her body, immediately finding her moist center. His fingers delved between the plump lips of her pussy, and found her sensitive clit. He flicked his index finger over the nubbin of flesh and her knees nearly gave way. Only his grip on her hair kept her upright, and she gave a soft sob at the sharp prickling from her scalp.

He stroked and flicked her clit ruthlessly. Daisy’s hands waggled uselessly for a moment at her side before one hand reached behind her to make some sort of contact with her husband. He tugged her braid gently and shoved his tongue in her mouth when she gasped. She was kissing back with fervor, and their teeth clicked together every so often as he dominated her mouth.

She could feel her body beginning to go taut as orgasm approached. The feeling started at the top of her head and the bottom of her feet, and traveled like a cold chill towards her center. Without anything to hold for purchase and nothing to do with her hands, Daisy found one of her hands covering Phelan’s as he fingered her. The contact sent a jolt of unadulterated energy between them and Daisy broke the contact of their mouths so that she could scream her release. Phelan stroked her through her orgasm and when she began to try to get away from the hyper-sensitivity, he half-dragged her to a nice blank expanse of wall.

She stumbled in front of him as he pulled her along, her orgasm-fogged brain unable to process. He took her hands in his, and pressed them against the wall, and then tugged her hips back towards him so that she was bent at the waist.

“Stay.” He ordered.

Daisy rested her head against her outstretched arm as Phelan broke the contact between them for a moment. Her breath was still coming in short puffs, and she could feel her release coating her thighs. Her pussy clenched in anticipation when she heard Phelan’s thick belt fall to the floor with a clunk. She lifted her head and looked over her shoulder to watch him undress.

His button-up was thrown over a chair with abandon, leaving him in his tight sleeveless undershirt and jeans. He quickly pulled off his boots and socks, and then dropped his pants and kicked them out of the way. Daisy whimpered with he pulled off the undershirt. He was solid and muscular due to the intense physical training he put himself through. There wasn’t an Auror on the force that could beat him in sheer physical prowess, and only a few that could outlast him in a fair duel.

He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and shoved them down. Daisy’s eyes glazed a bit when he stood back up, and his cock bounced out a greeting towards her. He wasn’t awesomely long, but he was so thick it was almost painful. She supposed it fit him, though. He and his cock were of average length, but built sturdy and wide.

He had body hair. It came with the territory of being a werewolf. His chest was dusted with a generous helping of silver hair that came to a narrow trail at his navel and traveled down to thick, dark grey pubic curls. His forearms and his shins were also quite furry, but Daisy didn’t mind. Truth be told, she got some unexplained thrill when their legs tangled together when they fucked and his leg hair brushed against her shaved legs. It was strange…but exhilarating.

“Phelan…” she whimpered. His eyes snapped up, glowing like two gleaming stars. He approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. She could hear the low, vibrating purr in his chest, and shivered.

Phelan took a good long look at Daisy. Her nipples were hard from excitement and the cool air of the room, and her thighs were coated with shiny moisture. Her delicious plump bottom, still red from her thrashing, was quivering with anticipation.

He stepped up behind her and took his cock in his hand. He pressed his hips forward, and the weeping tip brushed her entrance. She mewled softly as he teased her, and tried to press back against him.

With no warning he pressed forward and impaled her on his dick. She hit a high note that any opera singer would be proud of, and then let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush with shame. Phelan merely reached around her and took hold of her breasts. His hips thrust forward with inhuman strength and speed and Daisy cursed and shrieked with every penetration.

His head tilted forward and he began to nibble and nip at her throat, a deep growl in his chest as he simultaneously began pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Daisy could feel the lazy tendrils of another orgasm taking hold of her body. She was right at the edge, and just needed a nudge. That nudge came in the form of Phelan putting his tongue in her ear. Her ears were an erotic area for her, and when he licked and nibbled them, he could make her come without touching her girl bits.

And come she did. She stiffened and screamed as her second orgasm washed down his cock and over their thighs. As she came down from her peak, she mumbled and sobbed incoherently, and her knees were starting to give out.

“Can’t…can’t stand…” she groaned.

“On your knees then…” Phelan growled in her ear.

He withdrew only enough to let her slide bonelessly to the floor. He dropped behind her immediately, and set her up for penetration from behind.

It was a bit of a cliché that he liked doggie style so much, and Daisy liked to tease him about it, but Phelan wasn’t nearly fool enough to think that she didn’t like it as much as he did. There was something animalistic and basic about taking her on his knees. He’d once suggested that they try it while he was in the wolf form, only to be promptly shot down by Daisy. As much as she loved playing with him on the full moons, she was too squicked out by bestiality to consider it.

Daisy kept her head low and her ass high, just like he liked in this position. He resumed his pace, and felt his own orgasm starting to build. He leaned forward, covering her back with his body, and wrapped his arms around her. One arm stayed firmly around her waist for leverage, and the other hand strayed to the place where their bodies combined, and his fingers attached themselves to her clit. She jerked and fought under the ministrations on the super-sensitive button of flesh.

The animal awakened in Phelan and he buried his fangs in her shoulder. The sudden sting of the bite threw Daisy forcefully into another orgasm, and this time she dragged her beastly lover with her. He pulled his head back from her shoulder and literally howled his release, stiffening as he pumped her full of cum.

As they slowly drifted back down from their high, Daisy collapsed forward, and Phelan unwrapped his arm from around her waist. He pulled his rapidly deflating cock from her body, idly stroking the sticky organ against her warm buttocks. He leaned forward and licked the blood from the bite on her shoulder.

“Why’d you bite me, you overgrown shitzu?” she slurred.

“You started fighting me. I had to make you submit.” He explained softly. She had no worry of being tainted by his saliva. He’d bitten her before during their playtime, and it had yet to even make her crave rare meat.

She grumbled sleepily, and rolled over on her back beneath him. He looked down at her flushed, sweaty face.

“I love you.” He said suddenly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and reached up to kiss him.

“I love you too.”

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*squirms* Well I liked it. Certainly wish I could trade places. Daisy is a lucky bit- er...um...young lady....

Well, I think all that's left is a super awesome Epilogue.