Chapter 71

Chapter 71
When they first arrived at the cabin, Alpha Henry had tried the door and found it was locked, but for Elizabeth, she simply put her hand on the knob and the door opened; it didn't seem to be locked for her. They began with the mini kitchen. The cabin seemed to have been closed up for a while, but it was bright, other than a little dust.

Scanning the little cabin, Young Elizabeth went into the little chamber pot in the kitchen and freshened herself. She took a bucket of water from the water pot and busied herself while Alpha Henry went into the little bedroom.

With nothing to do, they sat in the living room and talked about their next plan. Alpha Henry had an easy smile and a peaceful calmness about him that Elizabeth could sense even after just a few words. Quickly recovering from what happened to her, and thankful for the Alpha's intervention in her ruin with the feral. 

She smiled and nodded, and her eyes almost hypnotised him with a shade of green that seemed to see right through him.

 “This place is wonderful, isn't it?” when she spoke, he thought he could detect a little of the arousal scent, and it made her seem even more beautiful. “Could you show me around?" she asked, her sweet, delicate, but quiet voice seeming to make him smile as she followed him around the cabin and into the waterfalls. Even with the little oil lamp, the place was magical.

He gave her the tour, and they looked at everything, but all he remembered afterward was her. As they walked around the place, she followed just slightly behind him, he was close enough to detect the fragrance of her scent. He was struck by the way she moved, graceful but yet with purpose and almost totally without sound. “It's been years since my Luna passed away," Alpha Henry uttered.

The logical part of his brain thought, already knowing that it was likely too late for logic; the moral side had the upper hand this time, and even the logical part had to admit that this was quite a woman.

Elizabeth tried to look at the place and the landscaping, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but when he spoke, she hung onto every word; his eyes seemed to only see her. Forcing himself to focus, she asked to see inside the bedroom instead.

She turned around and gave him a smile that almost made his knees weak. She was so beautiful. He thought to himself.

"Henry, I want to be your next luna,” she smiled. Henry jerked his head and then looked at her again. He hadn't noticed how close Elizabeth was to him, and he inhaled her scent again, it seemed a blend of lilac and some kind of spice that reminded him of cinnamon.

"I love that scent; it suits you, sweetheart,” and he took a chance, although he was very rusty. “You are like this place, so beautiful." She blushed a little and smiled at him. He led her to the tiny wooden stairs that rose to a tiny loft and the bed.

Henry caught himself looking into her deep eyes, and she moved even closer to him again. Suddenly, without any warning, Elizabeth kissed him. Her lips felt warm, soft, and delicious. He looked at her, and maybe it was because of all the stress he had been under; maybe it was how perfect this place was; maybe it was just how she made him feel. He kissed her back, putting his arms around her waist as he did.

They stood there kissing for what appeared to be forever, their lips shifting together. She opened her mouth and let him in, her hands holding his arms, feeling his power while looking into his eyes. This one was diverse, she thought; his thoughts are like wide water, peace, and smoothness; Henry is someone who might just comprehend, or perhaps it might not matter; she felt the slightest twinkle of confidence. He seemed to get lost in her eyes. Henry knew at some level that this was right; he missed her terribly. Elizabeth acknowledged him like she hadn't been with anyone for years either.

The passion of her kisses, the way she held him, her scent, those eyes—there was just something about her. She began to undo his tunic, never breaking the kiss. She got to the last button and pulled the shirt out of his trousers, then pulled it back off of his chest and down his arms. As it fell onto the floor, her small hands felt his muscular chest and ran down his abs, moving slightly down. She kissed and licked his skin, moving closer to his nipples. She took each one into her mouth and first sucked them, then lightly bit each one.

He closed his eyes. What she was doing felt amazing; he couldn't remember anyone ever doing that to him before. She took him up the remaining stairs, and they stood beside a rustic pine bed that looked like it had been hewn from trees similar to those outside.

The bed sat waiting, and a tiny light flowed into the room. He glimpsed how the oil lamp light touched her hair and her classic features; he could not remember feeling this way about anyone for a very long time. Staring into his eyes again, almost like she was studying him, she began undoing her clothes, never breaking their gaze. He could see her chest rising and falling as each button was undone.

She seemed to tremble before him. She pulled the clothing off her shoulders, revealing delicate flesh. Shrugging her shoulders, the cups fell away from her breasts. Her nipples were at attention. He went to approach her, but she held her hand up and said, "Not yet." Still looking into his eyes, she undid his breeches and pulled them down his legs. Then she took her underpants, revealing two pale but toned legs and neatly trimmed mounds that were already glistening in the oil lamp.

Somewhere she had slipped off her shoes, and she now stood naked in front of him, and now she held out her hand. He took her hand, and she pulled him close to her.

She knelt to his knees; she helped keep him steady. She never seemed stunned that he did not wear any underclothes or that his entire body was completely polished—a gentleman indeed. Brightening into his eyes, she opened her mouth and silently took his shaft into her mouth. They glanced at each other as her tongue worked around the top of his shaft; he felt her tickle his opening with her tongue; he felt her small hands caressing his balls, he inhaled sharply as she took him deeper into her mouth; the tenderness felt intoxicating. She used her teeth, her tongue, and her warmth to make him feel extraordinary, all the while looking deep into his soul with those green eyes.

Her hands work like magic. He wasn't sure how long she did this, but she brought him to the edge of cumming several times, and then finally, he felt like he was going to explode any moment now, and she pushed him over the edge, and then he could not stop. He felt himself let go, and she allowed him to cum deep inside her mouth. Yet, this was all about her, so let her up and lay her on the bed. He started kissing her inner thighs one at a time, nibbling on them, with her hands holding Henry's hair firmly as she attempted her best to move while he went down on her. He massaged them as he made his way up to her moist clitoral area. Gently kissing it, Henry thought he heard her say, "Go for it!" But who cares? He wasn't going to stop. And he started licking her bead—lapping and biting.

She was gasping and stayed in bed. She put her left leg over Henry's shoulder. Head buried in her, his right hand around her thigh, he reached out to her breasts with his left hand. Kneading them. As he licked her clitoral area further, he inserted his finger in her sleek. Within moments, she came with a loud moan, accompanied by her wet folds all over his face, smelling fresh off her, and her hands tightly gripping his hair.

He got up. She wiped his face and kissed him passionately. Her eyes gave away how badly she wanted and needed him. Two hot, naked bodies—in a remote cabin, passionately expressing their carnal sides—prepared for round two. He lifted her as they kissed and pushed her against the wall. His wet shaft and her sleekness were well feeling each other despite not yet entering her. They pulled apart as she proceeded to spread her legs. Holding her legs, he played with her by rubbing his shaft around her folds.

It drove her crazy, and "Please, now, already!" was all Henry could hear. But he made Elizabeth wait. He went down on her again. Tasting her folds, then making her way up to her belly and her underboobs, he kissed, tasted, and nibbled up to her cleavage. Burying himself into it, he played with her perfectly shaped, tight breasts with upright buds—biting them, tasting them, kissing them. It only made her moan more intensely, with her biting gently into my ear to not go too loud.

As he began rubbing her, she reciprocated in sync with him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails buried in his back, Henry could sense the excitement she was experiencing. She bit into his ear with her teeth to control her moaning and kissed his neck while he tried hard to last longer than usual for a hot, sleek, and hot body like hers. Maybe the excitement played too much of a part in making the intercourse as heated as it got. Two supernatural creatures have burned bridges without proper closure but are finding peace with each other at the moment. Nothing else mattered.

They came together with their body fluids everywhere. He had emptied himself inside her, and she had been to the moon and back. Still uncovered, tipsy, and sweaty, they cuddled each other passionately and exchanged a long, passionate kiss, skin to skin.

Staring into each other's eyes, she whispered. "I miss you so much; I thought I'd never see you again." With tearful eyes, she said that. He kissed her again for some time.

"We shall go back to Eve the seer tomorrow; we will ask her to remove her enhancement to your wolf. Then we will go back to Waterland, and I'll meet you there; then, with all best, we shall look for your father and your brother," Alpha Henry told her.

"Ah, good. Thank you."

At midnight, when Alpha Henry told her everything about what happened, they again mated and fell asleep, embracing each other.