FeralHeart 155 Chapter 15

Ceres wasn't the tallest of my wives. That would be Phobos. At five feet and eight inches, she stood eye to nose with my five-eleven. Deimos was the shortest, her head coming up to my chin, while Ceres occupied the middle ground, her forehead at just the right height for me to kiss without having to bend down. Now, sitting as she was on the bedroll in front of me with her back to me, her naked body wrapped up in a bedsheet below her neck to prevent the shorn strands of her hair from getting on her, I needed to sit up on my knees to comfortably cut her hair.

To be honest, it was my first time giving anyone a haircut. Deimos got hers cut by the clan barber as did I. And as for Phobos, she let her hair grow, only tr.i.m.m.i.n.g the ends when they split or got worn down. Although Phobos claimed to trust me with her life just like Ceres, she wouldn't let me within a mile of her hair with a pair of scissors. Did that mean her hair was more important than her life? Probably.

Ceres' words to me before she sat down and surrendered her tresses to my ministrations had quite affected me. "The only one I need to look pretty for is you." she had said with a smile. "So, even if you botch it up, your guilt won't let you find me ugly. So, snip away."

In the flickering light of the candle, I began my work. Tiny runes of sharpness formed on the index and middle fingers of my right hand, tugging on the wind mana in the air making it coalesce into two transparent blades of wind attached to them. Raising her cinnamon brown hair with my left hand, I made the first cut.

For a while, silence pervaded the tent, broken only by the sound of the snipping of my wind scissors. More and more of her locks fell away, covering the sheet that covered her. Her ears twitched nervously as my scissors neared but she held still and let me trim the area around them. After a while, I sat back and inspected my handiwork.

I had given her a pixie cut, shortening her hair at the sides and the back and leaving her bangs intact. It revealed the line of her slim neck and further accentuated her beautiful eyes. Diverging the scissors, I flicked my wrist, a gust of wind arose baseless, curling up the strands of her hair, depositing them in a neat pile in one corner of the room.

Impatiently unknotting the bedsheet, Ceres shrugged it off and raised her hands to her head, running her hands over it to examine the final result. Twisting around to face me, she looked at me with s.h.i.+ning eyes, "Husband, it feels so light and breezy. And it feels so great when I run my hands through it. I love it!"

Grinning, I reached out and ran my hand through her hair, "You mean this?"

Her eyes narrowed into seams and her ears and tails twitched with delight as she pushed her head up against my palm. I couldn't help but chuckle. 'So d.a.m.n cute.' I almost expected her to start purring.

Suddenly, she caught my hand and opened her eyes, a predatory look in her eyes. 'Oh dear.'

The flickering light of the candle cast our intertwining shadows against the canvas of the tent. The sound of heavy breathing and moans filled the enclosed s.p.a.ce, our pa.s.sion suffusing it with the scent of our l.u.s.t.

My clothes lay strewn haphazardly around the tent where Ceres had tossed them in her haste. Both of us wrestled skin to skin for dominance. With my overwhelming superiority, I soon had her pinned down on the bed by both her wrists as I overlooked her from above.

The droplets of sweat on her body glinted like fiery jewels in the candlelight and her eyes were moist with desire. Gathering her wrists together, I held them down with my left hand as I lowered my head to explore her right breast with my mouth while I ma.s.saged the other with my right hand.

The scent of her femininity filled my nose and the taste of her skin lingered on my tongue as I left glistening trails all over her chest. Even though Ceres claimed that there was nothing there, I could feel the soft pads of flesh beneath her skin.

Squirmed beneath me with her eyes squeezed shut while biting down on her lower lip, she arched her spine as if to present more of herself to me. I obliged, gently biting down on a nipple. A gasp escaped her lips as her eyes flew open.

Throwing her legs around my back, she pulled me towards her. "P-lease…" she begged.

Letting go of my hold on her wrists, I began kissing my way down her soft stomach to her lower lips. She shuddered as I licked up the moisture seeping out of her slit and gripped my hair with her freed hands almost painfully.

Holding her thighs apart with my hands, I continued teasing her p.u.s.s.y with my tongue, alternately licking up her slit and flicking her c.l.i.t with the tip of my tongue. "Mars…" she moaned my name pa.s.sionately, lighting a fire in my loins. I wanted to take her there and then but before that I wanted her to c.u.m with my tongue.

Spreading her lower lips apart with my fingers, I plunged my tongue into her pink depths.

Throwing her head back, she arched her back and gasped out the last of the air in her lungs. Her thighs clamped my head and her grip on my hair grew painful as she pushed my head down towards her crotch as a ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.m rippled through her.

I could feel the muscles in her thighs and stomach repeatedly clenching and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure a.s.saulted her. Mercilessly, I stimulated her p.u.s.s.y and c.l.i.t with my tongue, prolonging her sweet torture until finally, she collapsed limply onto the bed, releasing her death grip on my head.

Leaning back, I wiped her l.u.s.t off my mouth with the back of my hand. Her whole body was beaded with sweat and her chest rose and fell in time with her breath. Her four tails lay limply on the bed and her eyes were half-closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.

She looked so frail that I almost wanted to let her catch her breath but I was too aroused for that. Abstinence was all well and good but after so long without, my organ was hard as steel and it demanded some action.

Scooping the limp Ceres into my arms, I stood, placing her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck before positioning myself at her entrance and slowly invading her moist, warm cave. The stimulus brought her mind back from wherever it had flown off to and she embraced me tightly with a surprised cry.

'Tight!' was my only thought as I slowly made my way deeper and deeper into her, supporting her weight with my palms gripping her soft, elastic a.s.s.

"Ahn, Husband," she moaned breathily into my ear, making me twitch inside her. Pulling back out of her slightly, I pushed back in, driving a little more of myself into her with each thrust until finally, my full length was enveloped in her warm, moist folds.

As closely pasted to each other as we were, I could feel her heart racing in her chest. A strong beat. A healthy heart.

Walking up to one wall of the tent, I pushed her back against it, making her hold onto the cloth straps that were attached to it. With a primal grunt, I began moving in earnest, repeatedly driving myself in and out of her to the music of her moans.

Her moans increased in loudness the closer she got to climax until with a scream, she came again. She clamped down on me, hard, and the o.r.g.a.s.mic undulations of her folds drove me over the brink and discharged myself deep inside her.

Both of us collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap against the wall of the tent breathing hard.

Recovering first, Ceres gently caressed my cheek with a palm as she looked deep into my eyes, her feelings clear in those beautiful brown pupils of hers. "My love…" she whispered softly, once again stealing my heart.

Deep within the void of my mind, the wisp of rose red flame grew stronger.