Relief

Mystril's body was wracked with restlessness. She felt feverish, and somehow she felt cold despite the desert sun beating down on the motel. Her mind was still stuttering over shallow fragments of deeper thoughts. Her body ached, and she didn’t just want, but needed Aiden. Every repetition of his hand massaging her back sent that feeling again spiraling. The horrible tension in her gut that screamed for release. Mystril leaned into him, and gradually over the next few minutes she shifted against him. She was slow, as if that concealed her.

Aiden noticed though. Her hard little nipples pressing into him through his shirt, and the tremendous warmth, and wetness of her crotch through the mesh of his pants. He watched the steady rise, and fall of her back as she took long, and laborous breaths. He could only diligently caress her. He directed his eyes at the CCTV. Mystril was his focus though, despite his best efforts.

Mystril heard his breath catch again. A small choked cough as she brought her head against his chest. Aiden laid his other hand on her gently in something like a hug. He moved from her back to her head. Gently he ran his fingers through Mystril's hair. He treated her ears like he might accidentally knock them loose. Mystril pressed harder into him at that, and so Aiden relented. This was getting dangerous. He tried to offer reassurance, “You’ll be ok. Just think of other stuff.”

Mystril felt her ears twitch, and flatten themselves to her head. Did Aiden not want this too? Mystril was aching to be touched in so many different ways. She wanted to feel his weight on top of her. Still quivering, she admitted with an awkward delay, "I can’t." He continued stroking her, wordlessly. His breaths were long, and controlled. Like he was meditating. Mystril could just barely feel him stir. She gently shifted her head, and turned up to look at him. He couldn't meet her gaze.

They sat like that for an impressive ten additional minutes, Mystril probably could have slept if not for his continued touching. Her body was overeager, absolutely flooded with adrenaline. Those ten minutes went on to be fifteen, and then twenty. Mystril was leaving a wet spot on Aiden’s shorts. Aiden though had managed to regain enough of his senses to actually comment on what was going on on the monitor. Passing cars, pedestrians, all the oddities one could expect in downtown Reno. Mystril didn’t really understand any of what he said.

She shifted herself, rubbing against him fruitlessly. His warmth was captivating. She could see he was hard. He wasn’t hiding it from her. Something had her tongue though. Some fragile part of her that still wasn’t sure about this new flesh. Aiden again spoke in that calm, coaching voice, “You wanna just try masturbating? I can step outside.” Mystril was wordless for a moment considering his proposal, and then she told a bold faced lie, “I tried.” He didn’t have any words for that, and suddenly the outlook for the situation was looking much more grim. Mystril couldn't she knew exactly what she wanted.

Mystril pressed hard against him, and then utterly throwing what little modesty she had left aside, she asked pointedly, “Can you just help me?” The implications were obvious, but Aiden was of course trying to worm his way out of it. He asked her, almost rhetorically, “With what?” She pressed against him tighter, speaking into his shirt practically, “I need you.”

Aiden’s breath caught in his throat, and he took a second to really consider what she said. There was no ambiguity now. No way he could weasel further away. Now was when he needed to tell her yes, or no. He needed to decide, and Mystril didn’t give him a chance. Not five seconds after she gave her assertion, she pressed herself off of him, and then straddled his hips. Aiden awkwardly lifted his hands as she moved into position, eyeing the strange woman like she was some sort of apparition as she placed her hands on his chest. Their eyes met for a tense moment.

Mystril’s eyes were still glassy, and swirling with need. Her lips were slightly parted revealing those strangely sharp looking canines. Her skin was practically glowing, and where she’d been rubbing against him were light shades of pink. He watched her ears atop her mess of hair twitch, as if blown by a ghost wind. He couldn’t say no, and she wouldn’t let him.

Mystril wasn’t inexperienced sexually. She had been with a few partners, and that experience didn’t diminish in this new body. Now though, Mystril was greedy. All the times prior there had been an emotional connection, or at least something close to it. What she felt now was a raw hedonistic need. She pressed herself against him, and ground her pelvis into his erection through his shorts, letting out a small self satisfied gasp. Clumsily she then tried to pull his shorts down despite having pinned them with her thighs. The problem solving part of her brain was slow catching up to her intent. She practically tried to tear his pants off of him.

It was in frustration she changed her approach. She took Aiden’s silence to consent, but she honestly didn't care. She couldn't take that damned itch anymore, and she understood exactly what would scratch it. She moved clumsily, almost kicking Aiden in the head as she turned to face his feet. In a moment of triumph she once again gripped his waistband, and Aiden complied by lifting his hips. Mystril went to move forward, seeing his erection laid bare. She shifted her right knee forward, crawling to finally make the long sought union, and then she felt Aiden’s hands on her thighs.

It only really clicked then how much bigger he was than her now. His hands were strong, not calloused, but practiced in maneuvering bodies. Mystril let out a small involuntary yelp as he pulled her backwards, and then grabbing her by the hips as he sat forward. He flipped her over. Mystril could see it in his eyes now behind his glasses. Something like hunger. She realized she couldn't stop him now if she wanted, and she didn’t hesitate. Her legs fell open as though she were a ragdoll, and she blinked up at him expectantly. He adjusted his eyewear where she had struck them with her foot, and then, holding onto her hips he asked her, voice deadly serious, “Are you sure you really want this?” No turning back now.

Mystril nodded, quivering underneath him. She couldn't think of anything she'd ever wanted more. Aiden kept her pinned with one hand, and removed his glasses. He tossed them gently to the floor, and then kicked off his shorts unceremoniously. Mystril was so distracted by his member she was caught of guard when Aiden kissed the sole of her foot. It felt like she was burned with a hot iron, and her breath hitched as he slowly kissed towards her thighs. Her breath increased in tempo as he got closer, and closer to that burning apex between her legs.

When he drew close, Mystril thrusted herself towards him greedily, and in response he grabbed her thighs tightly, and restrained her knees flat against the bed. Mystril cried out as he handled her, not in pain but something loosely related. Aiden worked his way around her pelvis, following the bones of her hips, then he gently kissed downwards to her slit. He placed a peck at the top of it, and then abruptly made a sortie with his tongue.

Mystril cried out loudly. Nearly a scream, and her thighs fought against his hands to try trapping his head. She felt the course hair of his beard, and she pressed her hips weakly to meet his tongue. He only briefly touched her clitoris, and then moved downwards to taste her hole. Aiden was satisfied with that, but he understood just how close she was. Mystril was heartbroken as he pulled himself away.

Aiden kept her pinned, easing forward so that his pelvis was in line with hers. He wanted to share the climax. He paused briefly, looking down at the tiny mutant holding onto the sleeping bag for dear life, and then he decided on how it would happen. He released his pin, and lifted her right leg to flip her. Mystril was a bit useless at first, like she didn’t understand what he wanted, but when he got her on all fours, it seemed to come intuitively. Truly it did. Mystril after seeming to suddenly gain the power of thought spread her legs, and arched her back to present herself.

That wasn't quite what Aiden wanted. Her whole body was shaking, all her muscles tensing, and releasing in a tangled discord. Mystril couldn't help him, her mind was gone. All that was left was the desire to be bred. She only vaguely hoped he wanted the same. Aiden placed his left hand against her right inner thigh, his thumb over her entrance as he pressed to rotate her. She was a tangle of confused limbs, and her immediate response was to press against his digit. Then, she was nearly knocked over as he spun her rear to face him. She hadn't even noticed him moving off.

Her left leg fell over the edge, and she nearly found the floor, but Aiden’s hands pushed her by the rear up again. He pulled her feet so they hung over the bed, and pushed her knees apart again. Mystril could tell he seemed frustrated now by how forceful he was. She liked that, she really liked him touching her and she truly enjoyed how forceful he was. Mystril didn’t understand however why he hadn’t penetrated her yet. Her body was quaking, literally sent into a useless spasm by the anticipation. When she finally felt it she gasped. It was thicker than a finger, and without any resistance parted her slit, sliding up and down the area above her entrance. Any impediment to its movement was mitigated by the ample lubrication she had prepared for it. She pushed her hips back against him, but missed. Instead his throbbing glans was driven forcefully up her slit, grinding deliciously against her clit. Mystril yowled like he had kicked her.

Aiden in reprisal for her attempt took Mystril by the hips. He pressed her knees into the bed. Then, finally there was that long awaited penetration. Mystril felt as his hardness impaled her. It didn’t hurt like it was the first time. There was only a mild discomfort like the orifice was far too small for what was being pressed into it. It felt like she was the triangle hole, and Aiden came equipped with a square peg. She let out something that was less of a moan, and more like a squeak from a dog toy, and she flattened her chest to the bed. As if on instinct. She gripped the sheets, not having any recollection what happened to her previous holds on the comforter as Aiden bottomed out.

He pressed until he couldn’t anymore, and then panting hard, he slipped backwards with a deliberate care. Mystril could tell that he was close, and she could hardly feel her legs. Her body reacted to him pulling out of her with a violent greed, and she **** herself backwards, but Aiden held her tightly. Aiden groaned, and spasmed as if unsheathing was akin to wrenching a sword from stone. Mystril's greedy interior tried incredibly hard to restrain him. It hurt actually, due to how large he seemed inside her. There was no pain from the friction, only the dull ache of acclimation. Aiden let out a choked breath, and then finally couldn’t help but moan as he plunged back in, and hard.

Only then did he let Mystril meet his thrust with her own. They collided hard. Mystril pressed him against the end of her tunnel until it felt like he would burst into her womb. That sharp, almost painful sensation immediately released all the tension she felt like a needle popping an overfilled balloon. Her body convulsed around him, and she felt the spreading warmth of his release inside her. She held on for dear life and the world got strange as she realized she was losing breath.

Her feet, and legs convulsed as if she was wracked with a seizure, and she felt her arms pull and cramp. Aiden grabbed her tail, pulling on it gently as her womanhood took initiative, and milked him for all the seed he had left to give. Mystril’s body shook like that until she was left panting, and weak a whole forty seconds after. Only then did Aiden pull out of her.