She now began to move back and forth, wrapping her tongue as tightly as possible around the hard, huge flesh that was almost suffocating her.
Unable to bear it any longer, she raised her head while continuing her performance, which so far had fully satisfied him, and when she saw his face, and met his gaze, she felt butterflies with sharp wings tearing at her belly and spreading incredible warmth throughout her body, not to mention his fingers untangling her hair and getting lost in it to caress it with passion.
"Diria…"
So she struggled even harder to bring him as much pleasure as possible, speeding up the movement of her mouth, putting the most ardor into it.
It was tiring but exhilarating at the same time, to be able to please this beast who must be difficult and demanding in everything.
She'd done well to practice the night before, especially when she heard him say.
"Honey, stop. I'm going to explode."
She was ready for that too.
"Pull back!" he advised her, trying to push her away, but she wouldn't let him.
"You could never drink it all," he told her with a grimace that revealed he was reaching breaking point.
Diria was willing to believe him - she remembered how heavy her belly felt when he poured all of himself into her - but she didn't mind. She'd just get the rest out.
Then, with a magical wolfish cry, Gariod came in her mouth.
She was only able to drink a few drops, the rest spilling out onto the floor of this enchanted bed of gold.
Gariod rested his forehead on his mistress's hair.
"Are you all right?"
He asked her that again.
And his words, the tone of his voice brought tears to the young woman's eyes again. It was ridiculous. It was a simple question, and quite legitimate given what had just happened, yet she couldn't help being extremely touched by it, extremely happy about it.
He was worried about her, really.
"Yes, I'm fine," she could emit when her mouth and throat felt better.
"You could have drowned!"
"I don't think so, no."
Diria's tone was serene and slightly mocking.
He was so astonished he could only laugh.
"You're completely crazy."
"So are you."
Gariod stared at her, then took her under the armpits and lifted her onto his lap.
In this short space of time, he had already regained all his strength and was about to possess her even more than the day before.
However, strange as it may seem, something was bothering Diria and making her heart ache.
"Where's your cigar megit, majesty!"
"Ah! In your opinion!"
At that very moment, a veritable blaze erupted beside them and then spread all around, spreading rapidly with monstrous power to the horizons.
"Everything's on fire! We're going to burn!" shouted Diria as she threw herself against Gariod, who only looked on distractedly at this epic scene of conflagration.
"Indeed."
"It was your cigar that did it!"
"I'd point out that all these leaves are dead, so a little spark thrown on them..."
"But they're magic. You said so yourself!"
"That doesn't mean they won't burn."
Vigorously clinging to her lover, Diria gazed at this ocean of formidable flame, not quite sure what she was feeling. Fear still dominated at this moment.
"What about us...?"
"What do you think!"
"Oh stop it with your 'in your opinion'!" the young woman shouted at him, plunging her distraught gaze into the big wolf's.
"Sorry, but I can't help teasing you a little. Eh no!" he assured her, caressing her face, "we're not going to burn, especially since I haven't finished your education."
And as he said this, he caressed her back, her hip, her buttocks moving up to her breasts, kneading them with ardor.
Come to think of it," said Diria inwardly, arching her back against her beloved, "the waves of flame surrounding them were powerful, but they didn't produce any heat.
On the contrary, the place seemed to become icy cold to their existence, and worse, they seemed to redden to the color of blood.
"Why?"
And as he raised a questioning eyebrow, she turned to the flames and he understood.
"I told you. The leaves are magic."
"It's cold again. So cold."
"Don't worry about that now, Diria, and worry only about our pleasure together."
She licked his mouth before mingling their tongues.
"You're so selfish and domineering."
"And you haven't seen anything yet."
Then, before Diria's stunned eyes, his Gariod glowed and as he continued to caress her body through the fabric of her dress, he no longer needed to undress her, each touch burning the fabric and turning it to ash that fluttered through the air.
He stopped suddenly as he noticed a most surprising and naughty fact.
"You're not wearing panties!" he exclaimed with a sound of irresistible surprise.
Running a greedy tongue over her lips and burying her fingers in her lover's hair, she whispered languidly.
"I thought I didn't really need it!"
Gariod regarded her in amazement before shaking his head.
"And that's me you call a beast..."
It sounded so much like a compliment.
He now had his fingers inside her, and it wasn't long before there were three of them. Three vigorous, willing fingers, penetrating as far as they could.
She was so wet she could drip.
Moreover, with his deft fingers, he had opened her feminine lips insistently before penetrating her.
"Look how easy it is for me to enter," he whispered, watching the penetration with glee.
Diria did the same, but mostly felt the progression of his sex into her intimacy, then his invasion, his strength and finally his movements.
The sensation of his flesh inside her, his presence so imposing, unrivalled, delighted her so much that she clung to him with all her might, and no doubt more or less understanding what she was feeling at that moment, Gariod responded to her embrace, and they remained tightly entwined for a few seconds before the giant wolf began to move, giving vertical thrusts and imposing a strong cadence.
But Diria didn't let herself be swayed this time.