Heat in the Night
#9 of The Silence of the Savior
Chapter 9
She immerged from the bathroom in the same grey t-shirt. No matter how many times he offered her something else, she would smile and shrug, hugging the shirt closer to her body. He had already changed into a new pair of green silk sleeping pants, the same tint of green as the blue, contrasting well with the sheets. As he pulled the sheets across the bed to make sure they both had enough that night, he noticed her paws were at her sides, not twisting around in front of her. He marveled at the thought that she was no longer uncomfortable in front of him wearing so little clothing. Maybe there wrestling that morning had cured her of it.
Pulling the sheets back, he walked around to the other side of the bed, watching as she slowly slipped into the silk. She shivered at the way it rubbed against her longer fur, unsure if she actually liked it or not, but several thoughts pulled her away from herself as he slid into the other side of the bed. Watching him as he moved the pillows around and laid his head down, almost as if she was waiting for him to ask her... tonight she reprimanded herself for being surprised; he hadn't last night, he had been honest, but he hadn't said anything tonight.
She smiled to herself and laid her head down on the soft pillows. Trying not to move too much, she still couldn't seem to get comfortable. The silk seemed to hold the cold to her body more than her own heat. More than one rampant shiver ran through her as she curled in upon herself.
"Feel free to use me." Her eyes snapped up to his, blinking in surprised. "I don't mind sharing my body heat." It took most of her control to stifle a laughing fit, shocked at her own mind's perversions. Moving toward him, she nestled in next to his side and they both laid their head down, drifting into an uncertain sleep.
It felt like he had only been a sleep for a few minutes, but the darkness in the room told him otherwise. It must have only been the middle of the night as he looked around, unsure what had woken him. His eyes adjusting to the dark, he heard almost a whimper coming from the dark figure next to him. Suddenly she twitched and spasmed, gripping the sheets, unsure if she was too hot or too cold.
She must be having another nightmare! But how do I wake her?' He remember the first two mornings, how she had woken in fear and then in anger. What would she do if she couldn't see it was him? He contemplated turning on a light, but another urgent whimper escaped her.
Carefully he reached over and shook her shoulder. She whimpered again, but did not pull away. Her breathing was heavy and he could feel her tail viciously flicking against his leg. Concerned, he reaches across her to try and shake both her shoulders at the same time, but accidentally brushes across her chest. He blinks and stared as felt her nipples pressing hard against his shirt. At the same moment she gasped and pulls the sheet enough to the side that her hip was exposed and the scent of her arousal filled the air.
The only thing that kept his cock from jumping to life was his surprise as he realized she was in heat. Had she really hidden it so well that it took till now for him to notice? It seemed as he acknowledged it, it became even stronger, like she could feel his cock wanting to pulse beneath the sheets. The smell of her was too strong to be ignored as it pounded at his nose, making his head dizzy. Trying to breathe slowly, not to inhale too much of it to think properly, he tried to decide what to do. He would not be able to handle himself much longer, so he made up his mind to sleep on the couch. But as he made to move away from her, her free paw grabbed onto his wrist. He winced slightly at her claws biting into him, but his cock gave a definite pulse and he could feel it starting to slide out.
She pulled on him and, though he tried to fight himself, he easily rolled toward her, till his maw was next to her own. His paws wrapped around her sides, subconsciously gripping, trying to pull himself away from her. Yet the harder he held her, the stronger her scent became. Of its own accord, his paw slid down her side, rubbing on her hip as he tried to stop himself. But suddenly her legs fell open, wafting the strong, seductive scent up to his nose and his head gave it.
Letting his paw slide around her hips, it came to rest between her parted legs, lightly tracing over the lace. The more he let his fingers run over her, the harder they began to press against her. Her silent moans vibrating his ears as she pulled herself closer and rested her own head on his. Refusing to let go of his arms, she only pulled him closer, causing his fingers to press harder. He moaned quietly as he could feel the material getting wetter beneath his touch.
He had been around women in heat before, he knew how hard it was to go unsatisfied, but the thought of taking her now, unsure of how she felt, let alone while she was unconscious... He knew she was different, but he knew it would be hard on her if he did nothing. If I don't wake her, I can help her and she would never have to know.'
With great hesitation he slid his paw up, away from her dampness. Her grip tightened on his arms and, as he looked at her face, he could see it contorting in almost agony, even in the darkness. He tried to convince himself again that he was helping her as he slowly slid his paw beneath the material about her waist. The agony slowly faded the closer her came to her slit. Hesitating again, he closed his eyes, promising to himself that he would only help her, he would not take advantage of her. With that, he slid a finger into her.
Her back arched and her claws bit into him; her hard nipples seeming to pierce his chest. Biting his lip against a moan, he tried to control himself, but his cock had already slipped halfway out of his sheath. The warmth of her, already drenching his finger, drove him as far into her as he could go. Her maw fell open and her paw moved to his shoulder. Pulling herself closer to him, she leaned against his chest and shoulder as her hips started to rock against his finger.
Pulling back out, he let another finger slide back in with the first. Her claws bit into him again as he buried his head in the crevice of her neck, her own head resting now on top of his. As he felt her fangs softly nipping at his arm, he became lost, rapidly plunging his fingers in and out of her, feeling her back arch her breasts into him. The heat of her only seemed to increase, as well as her scent, till it almost seemed his fingers would catch fire. Oh how he wanted to taste her, to take her again. He reached down with his other paw and grabbed his cock, fully exposed by now, refusing to let it over take his mind.
It was hardly long before her breath was so heavy and fast, he wondered how she didn't just stop altogether. It was then that her head was thrown back as she fell to the bed next to him, gushing out over his fingers. Still moving them slowly with in her, watching her chest star to slow in it's rising and falling, he leaned over and licked her neck tenderly. A shiver ran through him at the salty flavor of the sweat seeping through her fur, making him stay and continue to lick her softly.
Suddenly her claws released his arms and went to her own forehead. Raising his head slightly, he found that her eyes were blinking slowly. Panicking at what she would think of him, he quickly withdrew his fingers. She gasped and arched her back as the rest of her juices came rushing out of her, like she had just been uncorked. As her mind settled, she turned and saw Jared's face. Even in the dark she could see his worry and concern.
Suddenly her body surged with want again, trying to pull her towards him. Recognizing the sensation she sighed, a shiver running through her at the same time. He had not taken advantage of her. Not really. If he had, she would have woken to much different circumstances, and he would not look nearly as concerned as he did. She tried to push the feel of her own heat back, force it to subside as she usually had to, but already having had some release it would not go. She met his eyes again and she realized she was losing the battle. She could feel herself rolling back toward him, see him getting closer to her, but she had no control.
Surprise lit his features as she rolled back into his arms, rubbing against his chest. When their lips met again, she gave in to her body's needs. At least it's him.' Her scent immediately returned to full potency, her instinct taking over as her paws started to wander over him. His own took hold of her arms and pushed her back. Breaking the kiss he looked into her eyes, seeing them glossed over with desires. She had given into them, to him. His cock suddenly pulsed again, growing harder and rubbing against her thigh. Her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, silently moaning.
He hesitated again, not wanting to go farther than she did, but one of her paws found its way down into his pants and wrapped around his length, squeezing it roughly. Moaning out, his head fell back to her neck, licking it again, as his paws traveled down her sides. Hooking her underwear, he took them as far down as he could. Noticing his dilemma, she pulled herself away from his arms and propped herself up; taking hold of them herself, she pulled them the rest of the way down and threw them off the end of the bed.
Turning back she found he had sat up beside her. As she turned, he caught her face in his paws and pushed his maw against hers. She inhaled sharply before her tongue pushed at his lips and, gaining access to his maw, battled with his tongue as his throat vibrated with a moan. His paws dropping back down at her sides, trying to roll her over to her stomach. Slowly she broke the kiss and rolled, laying face down on the bed.
As he moved around and down her body, her legs instinctively parted for him. Getting hit with another wave of her strong scent, any inhibitions were lost. Slipping one paw under her, he teased her hard clit, causing her to spasm and hump down onto his paw. The other paw wrapped firmly around the base of her tail and pulled.
She let out a silent yip, but neither of them noticed as she complied with his demands, pushing herself back and up, forcing her ass into the air. Now on her paws and knees, she looked back at him longingly, flicking her tail to the side to give him a view of her wet slit. One paw still cupping it, he started to massage, rising to his own knees behind her and pulling his pants down just far enough.
There was nothing sweet as he grabbed his full length cock and pressed it against her opening. Nothing romantic as he pulled up on her tail, forcing her to fall back on him, engulfing his long, hard rod, down to where his paw rested against his forming not. But still, neither cared as she threw her head back and he ground into her, forcing the rest of him into her tight hole. She gripped her sheets beneath her as his paw moved away from himself and ran up her back. Moving his other paw form the base of her tail to her hips, her legs moving even farther apart for him, he held her hard and he pulled back and slammed into her.
In a moment of pain, her arms gave out and her head fell to the sheets. Realization hit him and guilt swam through his thoughts. Bending over, only forcing more of himself into her without realizing, he brought his maw to her face. Licking her tenderly, her eyes opened and met his, full of concern. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Pressing against the bed she pushed herself back up on her paws and ground back into him, cutting him off and throwing her head back. On impulse, he bit into her neck to keep from howling out, not hard enough to cause pain and on the opposite side from her still healing scars. Her arms weakened again, but as the pleasure of it coursed through her, she shoved back again, grinding her hips into his own. Moaning outright, he finally pushed off of her, gripping on her hips once again, and thrust back.
Finally gathering himself enough, he pulled back and thrust at her again, starting a steady rhythm. Her paws gripped the sheets as she silently moaned out and ground back on him. Moving slightly behind her, he thrust back in and she almost fell again. Never had it felt that amazing before, and hardly because she was in heat. The angle gave him such access to her that he could drive in farther than he had before, even after his knot was in. It only took two more hard thrust before she fell back to her shoulders and exploded around him.
Never having felt such pressure around him, her orgasm beating against him like a drum, he grabbed at her back, gripping the material of her shirt. Unable to contain himself, his claws bit into the material ripping it. Looking down and seeing what he had done, he paused, but the look of ecstasy on her face and seeing the fur of her back made his cock pulse inside her. Jumping at the sensation, her muscles squeezed against him and he moaned loudly before gripping the shirt and tearing it apart. She hardly even noticed as he tore the broken material away from her.
As the torn shirt was discarded off the bed, he bit his lip against a moan, seeing how her breasts heaved and shook as he rammed into her. Letting a groan slip past his lips, he bent over her and grabbed both of them, using them the pull into her with more vigor than before. His claws nipping into the soft flesh only sparked the heat inside of her even more. Even in the dark she could tell her vision was beginning to blur, but the only thing that she could think of, that seemed to matter, was him filling her with his cum.
Pounding harder into her, he tried remind himself he was helping her, trying to give her a release, but her potent smell had cleared his head of all coherent thought. He could only plow away to his own release. Guilt held fast somewhere in the back of his mind, but that only made him thrust harder, trying to cause himself pain. Too much pleasure flooding through her at once had brought her to the edge. Her world spun one last time and grew dark, lost in pleasurable bliss as she passed into sleep, one thought she was dying to say, slipping through her mind like a dream. I love you, Jared.'
Somewhere, next to the guilt, he was conscious of her slumping back to her shoulders, hardly gripping him within her any more, but with his knot savagely beating against her, he never would have be able to stop himself. Thrusting hard once more, he howled out it pain and pleasure as it broke into her and triggered his orgasm. Rope after rope flowed from him, till he didn't think he could give anymore. And still a few more ropes before he finally slumped over her.
Exhaustion setting in, he fell to the side, still stuck within her. He winced as him cock pulled at her, bringing her down to the bed beside him. Suddenly very aware of her limpness, he propped himself up and shook her shoulder. "Sunn?!? Sun, are you alright?" She didn't move. Watching her for long moments, he found her chest rising and falling steadily, any sign of her heat was gone.
He watched her sleeping for long minutes, till he felt lose enough within her to pull free. Her chest heaved once, but in her sleep she was smiling. Hesitating, not wanting to wake her, he rested a paw on her shoulder and leaned closer, licking her cheek with a long, slow stroke of him tongue before he rolled over and sat up on the side of the bed.
Would she hate him for this? It seemed so normal to him, but that made it feel even worse. She didn't deserve to be treated like the others, none of them. But what would he say to her in the morning?