The Alpha's Temptation

Tabit caught hold of him and helped him get up. Her touch brought a zap of electricity down his body. He was so hard that his balls were tight. But now he feared another situation. What if he came again if she touched him again on his erection? He sure couldn't get in the same situation twice in a row. "I can walk," he lightly protested.

"No," she admonished him. "You have a lump in the back of your head. Come, hold me."

Fafnir had been to so many battles that a mere lump was nothing, but the fact that she was holding him and caring for him, floored him. It was impossible to put distance between them but what should he do with his strained erection? He decided that he wasn't going to allow her to touch him over there.

She took him to the bed and made him sit against the headboard. "I will be right back," she said and rushed to the bathroom to get a soaked towel to put it against his head. When she returned, she noticed that he had crossed his legs and looked particularly in pain. Little did she know that he was dying for a release.

Feeling miserable that her poor little General was badly injured, she walked to him. She pushed his legs apart.

"What are you doing?" he squawked.

​ "Nothing!" she chided him. Then she straddled his thighs with each knee on the side, grasping his hips. "This is going to hurt a little but your swelling will go down."

Now the swelling that she was referring to was at the back of his head, but Fafnir's eyes became wide when all he could think of was the swelling between his legs. and Tabit was close to it. She scooted nearer, dangerously near to it. She took the towel that was soaked and wrung with cold water to the back of his head and pressed it against it. Little did she realize that her breasts were pressing hard against his face and her belly against his erection.

"Tabit," he said in a strained voice that was stifled because his face was literally against her breasts. "You should move." His life was going to hell if this continued.

"No, I can't!" she said, and rubbed the towel at the back of his head and in the process rubbed her breasts in his face.

He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Please don't move," he asked her but now that she had moved a little, her nipple was next to his mouth. And then suddenly, it raked his cheek. He groaned when his cock strained so hard that it was tenting against his pants and poked over his night pajamas.

"What do you mean, don't move?" she said through gritted teeth. "You are so swollen out there. I need to reduce the swelling." Saying that she moved her belly and it ground against his hard erection. All at once she realized that something hard was poking in her belly and it was bloody hot over there. "Oh my!" she rasped and pulled herself away a little, but his strong arms didn't let her move. Instead it resulted in grinding against his erection.

Poor Fafnir. He couldn't do much except bellow when he came all over again on her belly, arc upon hot arc. They both watched him coming, jets shooting, wetting her, wetting him.

Tabit looked down at it with wide eyes and her cheeks heated till her ears. "I--" she didn't know what to say. "I didn't expect that!"

Fafnir closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip. This girl was surely going to be the death of him. "Neither did I," he said in a hoarse voice, dragging his breath in. When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him with complete embarrassment. "I am so sorry, but--" he shrugged.

Tabit pursed her lips to stifle a grin that was threatening to form on her lips. She took the towel to her belly and wiped herself and him clean as he watched her with hooded eyes.

"How are you feeling?" she asked and suddenly realized that was a wrong question. Because she wanted to ask about his head. "I mean how is the swelling?" Oh no! That was a vulgar question. "I mean the lump at the back of your head." Finally she got it straight.

"I don't even feel it," Fafnir said. "And I was feeling euphoric."

Tabit bit her lip. She tried to get out of his lap but his arms prevented her. "I have to change..."

"Oh!" He released her from his grip reluctantly. She got up and went to the closet where she changed and came out. He was still sitting there. Cautiously, she padded to her bed and lay on the far end of the bed. Fafnir came closer and she stiffened, but he tucked her in the blanket quietly and then went to the bathroom. When he returned, he gazed at her for a moment, contemplating what to do next. If he went back, he was going to end up at her door again. So he asked her softly, "Is it okay if I--"

"Yes!" Tabit replied without him completing his question.

A smile came to his lips. He crawled over the bed and lay down on the other end on his back. He cradled his head on his hands which he crossed and placed beneath it. He closed his eyes, happy that he was going to spend the night with her. He promised himself that he wouldn't touch her. Not at all. Though if she touched him, he wouldn't say no.

When Tabit got up the next morning, she was again feeling wonderful. Last night's incident flashed in front of her eyes and she blushed. She looked to the other side to see him, but she got up with a start because he wasn't there. her lips downturned. He had gone. However, what happened an hour later was something she hadn't expected.

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