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nsfw, overflow for Justine of Aefenglom

From here - https://middaeg.dreamwidth.org/16730.html?thread=4696922#cmt4696922

His muzzled lips pressed against hers, even as he pressed her against the wall of grass, and his body pressed against hers, his claws and powerful hands tensing on her clothing, and starting to pull, starting to tear at them. he was fighting his instincts, but his body wanted what it wanted, and it wanted her.

She aroused him even before this, and now? With the moon in full effect and his body utterly turned, and she not... not running more... he felt himself losing.

heat and desire rose in him, and he could feel his body reacting to her, his erection growing in a way he had never felt before. He moaned as he felt his need spike. "Justine. Want you."

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Sticks and leaves prickled against Justine's back as Oliver pushed her into the maze wall. "Ol-" She gasped as his mouth met hers again, his claws tearing at the thin black fabric that clothed her. Justine felt the moisture between her thighs growing at the rough treatment. She wanted him and she had no doubt that his bear senses could smell just how badly she ached for him.

His erection pressed against her low abdomen while his voice groaned hungrily in her ear.

Her fingers skillfully unhooked and loosened the clothing that Oliver hadn't destroyed in his eager attempts. She stood naked under the light of the red moon with only her dark boots covering her feet. "Take me Oliver. Right here. Don't stop until you're satisfied." Her thin frame trembled as she pressed her naked frame against his.

Justine knew that they were in the maze and that they were being watched by those taking care of the maze but she didn't care. They could enjoy the show.

Oliver ripped away his leathers and he pressed her against the wall, kissing her hard, and letting his urges rise this time without fighting them. Large furred hands tipped with claws gently touched her, cupping her breasts and down to her ass gently before he kissed her, teeth and fir and lips against her mouth and thrust. His erection, long and pale and slick, slid up into her, and into her, and into her further.

With a cry, he slid into her, feeling his body shake with the quenching of that need, denied until now by his desires to be faithful to his life back home. He roared as he lifted her up in those arms, and fucked her, raising and lowering her on his cock fast and hard, only the touch of his clawed fingers gentle.

Justine stifled a cry as she pressed her face against his chest. He was impossibly long but she didn't want him to stop. "Oli-" She gasped and cried out against him as her body trembled with an erotic mixture of pleasure and pain. He pushed too far and she felt her back arch and her body seize despite her attempts to remain relaxed.

"Don't stop." She gasped. "Use me until you cum."

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as her breasts ache to be touched. His claws and paws are so gentle that the stark contrast nearly sends Justine over the edge. She's so close but the pain drags out the sensation and stops it from rising more.

Only Oliver's release inside of her will bring her orgasm.

He cries out as he fucks her, completely losing himself, but even in the darkest part of him, he can feel how small she is, how tiny and fragile she is, and he slows, not wanting to hurt her, pulling back a little, doing his best to not hurt her as he moved in her, His body shudders.

"Just-ine."

And then he came, calling out her name, his body shaking in the throws of a passion he has never felt before. As he came back to himself, he pulled back, gently cradling Justine, carefully holding her.

"What have I done?"

Thick hot bursts of seed coated inside of her as Justine gasped for air. Her body constricted and then relaxed as he pulled out and cradled against his chest. She placed a palm against his arm and sighed as her legs trembled from the experience. She wouldn't mind doing that again but it was something she was going to have to get used too.

"It's alright."

Her voice was weak and light as she curled against him. Her entire body ached and Justine didn't feel particularly compelled to try and dress again. Her clothing was mostly rags anyway.

"You did as I asked you. It's okay Oliver." Justine looked up at him, her hair fanning in a messy halo around her shoulders and across his arm. "I would do it again too." She smiled but the expression quickly fell back into a more relaxed expression.

Hopefully he could get her home or bring her to his home so she could rest.

He gently cradled her, and lifted her in his arms, her body almost seeming to disappear in his furred bulk.

"I'll get you to help." He gently stroked her back lightly as he carried her back toward the entrance, shielding her body with his own. he felt guilt, and worry, and shuddered, That was the first time he had lost control that much. And he could have killed her, he knew, in his need and lust.

He shuddered again.

Justine closed her eyes, trusting him to take her somewhere safe. She didn't care where they went. He could take her to a healer or to a bed. As long as she close keep her eyes close and rest, she didn't care. Her limbs prickled with a pleasant numbness that always followed the ebbing flow of sex.

He'd hear little sighs as sweet exhales pulled from her lips along the way.

Come tomorrow, Justine would lament the loss of her runed attire and nothing else.

[ooc: do you want to skip to the next day where she wakes up naked and sore in his bed or something and they can talk?]

The morning dawned bright, and Oliver found some relief as his furself receded, but then stared in the mirror as he realized he now had fur, instead of hair, on his head where his hair used to be. That was new. With a sigh, he started a shower, and put hot tea by the bed for Justine when she woke..

He had gotten her home, and he had cleaned her up some, and put her to bed, before collapsing himself. Now he just had to deal with losing his control that badly.

He shuddered as he stepped into the shower, the water hot, but not hot enough to chase away his regret and anger at himself.

Justine woke to the beating of a thousand drops of water drumming against the porcelain tile.

She rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head. Her chest rose and her back slowly arched in a comfortable bow as she released the tension of sleep. Her limbs were sore and her body ached from the events of the night before, starting between her thighs and then reaching out to the muscles in her shoulders. A soft sigh fell from her lips and in that moment the sweet scent of tea filled her nose.

She focused on the cup sitting at the edge of the nightstand, counting the seconds, and then pushed herself up to sit and take a sip of the warm liquid. It was hot enough for Justine to roughly gauge the time that Oliver had been awake and about how long he'd been in the shower.

She took another sip and rose to feet. She felt weak and after a few steps Justine found herself clinging to the cup of tea while leaning the majority of her weight against the wall. Once she was steady she walked to the bathroom and softly pushed open the door. "Oliver?" Her voice was sweet and warm as she walked into the thick curling steam. "Are you in here?"

She wanted to make sure that this was his house since it's the first time she's seen it.

Justine paused near the edge of the shower and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to respond. It would take her a day or two to regain her full strength but it wasn't as bad as she thought it might be. A little sore and a little bruising. She could tell that Oliver had taken good care of her.

Oliver jumped, and opened the shower curtain, hesitant, but then shaking his head. Despite him no longer being a bear, there was little she had not seen the day before. He smiled at her.

"Justine? Are you sure you should be up yet? You look a little out of it still."

Worry filled his voice as he stepped from the shower to come to her. His body was covered in scars of different kinds, and a few tattoos, but mostly scars, all over him. Hidden as they had been by his fur, they were now easier to see. His fingers now were more ursine and his feet were a little more bear shaped, but otherwise he still was mostly human, save for the hair fur.

She smiled softly as he stepped out of the shower and clothes the distance between them. "I am a little out of it but I'm fine. I wanted to come and find you. To make sure I was really here." Her gaze dropped and her smile turned into a soft huff of air.

"I might ask you to help me shower when you're done. I'm a little sore."

Justine looked up and met his gaze, realizing the worry and uncertainty ran deeper than a simple light concern. She placed her palm on his bicep and stepped into his arm, carefully hold the cup of tea so that it wouldn't burn either of them. "I'm alright Oliver. I told you last night."

She pressed a light kiss to his chest before resting comfortably against him. "Please stop being so worried. This isn't the first time I've done something like this." Maybe not exactly like this but Justine has been asked to pleasure many within the care of house Raith and many of those guests were far crueler.

"Okay." He flushed a little and nodded. He worried, but she seemed okay, she seemed alright, and not at all angry, and that confused him. he felt shaken, still, and he watched her, arms carefully sliding around her and supporting her.

"You are amazing. And I am glad you are okay. I worried. A lot." He nodded, gently, holding her. He had no idea how to feel about that, at all.

But he knew he wanted to not lose control like that again. Even as part of him, down deep, had liked it, a lot.

Justine rested comfortably in his arms, letting most of her weight press against him. She didn't have the strength to stand but it was also a pleasant feeling to be held by someone who wanted nothing more than to make sure you were safe. It was an intoxicating feeling all on its own.

"I noticed." She paused for dramatic effect. "A lot."

She smiled up at him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I'm not like most people and I knew what was going to happen before we started. It was my choice from the beginning. So thank you Oliver, for not holding back."

His hands shifted to support her more and he nodded as he heard her, and he chuckled.

"Alright. I can accept that, though part of me worries next time I lose control that it would be worse. And so I am going to need to do a lot more training."

He kissed her hair softly.

"Thank you, for that. You were amazing." Even if he didn't remember it all completely, he remembered enough.

Justine hummed softly against his chest. "Does that me we should practice too?" She slipped an arm around him and leaned forward just enough to place her cup of tea at the edge of the sink.

"For now. I think I'll ask for that shower."

They were already both naked.

Oliver chuckled. "Maybe. Later."

He nodded and led the way, feeling awkward, but a little less worried, as he opened the shower door for her.

"IN you go." He held out a hand to help her in.

Justine's mouth curved into a warm smile. "Is that a promise?" She thought it was best to tease him and lighten the mood. She could tell that Oliver was sorry and Justine didn't want to let him know how painful last night had been, even if it had been a pleasant kind of painful.

"Thank you."

She took his hand and stepped into the shower. The water was already pleasantly warm and Justine felt a sweet sigh touch her lips. "This feels amazing Oliver." She gently tugged him into the shower with her, leaning against his chest.

"Could I convince you to wash me?"

Oliver laughed and swatted her rear with it, gently.

"Maybe."

He smiled as they slid into the water and looked at her, then chuckled at her request.

"Sure."

He grabbed some soap, started lathering up her back as she leaned on him. His hands were gently, if the paw pads on them probably felt a little odd on her skin. Working suds into her back, as his hands wandered downward, until he was gently working suds along her ass, as well.

He was trying very hard not to react to her being next to him.

She smiled the more he relaxed, enjoying this version of Oliver over the worried man who she'd first found in the shower.

The drops of water beaded against her lovely pale skin as the warmth inspired a sweet sigh. The warmth was perfect, wrapping her in a pleasant blanket of warmth. Some of her the deeper bruises she'd sustained the night before began to color her thighs but once again, Justine paid it no mind.

"That feels good." She hummed softly as his paws moved soap over her curvy frame.

"You're very tender with your hands. I wouldn't have guessed looking at you." Justine looked back at him with a pleased smile. She wanted to know what it'd be like when he was like this though she knew that it might be pushing Oliver beyond his comfort.

"Last night." She continued. "They were perfect." Justine moved one hand over her breast. "I loved the way they felt."

Oliver gently stroked her skin, and he shivered as she touched him. She was very close, and she felt very feminine and it made his body react in very predictable ways, and he groaned.

Seeing her eyes, he nodded and gently kissed her. "I do try to not be rough with those I am with." His hands roamed over her skin softly.

"I much prefer a lack of loss of control."

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