Witch Hazel Chapter 6.3 (nsfw)

Chapter six 

Part Three

“What are you walking around looking so sexy for?” Dhimant growled as he walked into the bedroom. He’d started to lose control about halfway up the stairs, thinking about her naked and writhing beneath him. It showed, as he’d begun to change into his more feral shape.

Hara looked back at her husband and said, “Not for you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Go find one of your hussies to slake your lust.”

Dhimant let out a low pitched growl as he stalked near her, slipping his hands down her hips and pulling her close to him. “I think you’re no comparison to any other woman I’ve ever met.” He teased her nipple, smirking to himself as she moaned slightly. She might be mad at him but she couldn’t stay away from him either.

“If I was no comparison you wouldn’t need the other women,” she hit him in the thigh and he growled, grinding against her ass. His grip was almost bruising.

“Don’t question my needs,” he said. “Only I know those.”

“You’re going to have to work for it, if you want it,” Hara told him.

“Oh, I intend to,” he growled as he pulled off her nightgown. Somewhere in between the tussle of clothing and wrestling of his less than complacent wife, he got her onto the bed.

“No,” she pushed him down. “You don’t get to stick your cock in me until I’ve come at least twice.”

“Yes my lady,” he grinned and lowered his head between her legs.

“Stop teasing me woman!”

“Shut up.”

Dhimant shut up.

The sheer satisfaction he got from conquering her would last him a few weeks and probably long enough to piss off every mistress he had. He may not have been a man cut out for monogamy, but Hara brought him very close to it. After a night like this, they’d be all over each other for weeks before he eventually went back to his other ladies.

“Why don’t we do this more often?” he murmured, sleepy and satiated.
“Because you’re an asshole.”
“MMmm.... right.” Dhimant kissed his wife, holding her close to him despite the sweat and heat. Sometimes, despite their arguments and disagreements, he loved her. Stroking her belly, he hoped she would conceive again, even as they drifted off to sleep, noses touching.