Edward gritted his teeth as the second orgasm that Bianca had just gone through is really taxing his limits for control, as the surge of lust energy had filled him up, and he was fully satisfied. Unknown to Bianca, small vials appeared magically near her folds, and thigh, absorbing more of her liquid release before disappearing once again.

After some time, Edward let out a triumphant growl, no longer able to hold back as he buried himself deep into her, the knot on the base of his cock swelled, locking both of them together as his seed spurted hard into her, and he bent over her, gently holding her possesively against him as they both rode through the combined orgasm, and he let out a triumphant howl at the moon.

After some time, the knot soon became smaller again, and then he gently pulled out of her. He then said. "Sweet Bianca... you need to do one more thing. Use your mouth to clean my cock of the juices that coat it... and then you may rest awhile in my company. I will not do anything more to you... as long you don't wish me to."

Bianca still cried out in abandon as he cradled her against him, her eyes widening in shock as she felt his hot seed surge within her, then running in a thick nectar down her thighs. She breathlessly lay limp against him as his knot bound them intimately together, his voice rising into crescendo into a haunting howl. The beauty of it made her blush anew, and she was content to rest against him as their tension subsided.

She practically whimpered as he withdrew his heat from her body, and her head snapped up in shock at his request. The heat rose to her face. "You want me to.. after we just..? I've never.. done that before.." She looked back down at his huge manhood, covered with their fresh exertions, unsure of what to do.

Edward just smiled and looked at her for a moment. "It is simple, dear Bianca... just kneel in front of me, and use your tongue, to lick away the juices on my cock. You may do it slowly at a time, since we have no further commitments with each other... at least for now."

He then said. "All you need to do is do this one task, and then I will accompany you as you rest, to regain your stamina. Like I said, I will not do anything more to you, that is unless you tell me to. You have my word, dear Bianca." His tone was gentle, and truthful, and his eyes reflected the sincerity of his words.

Bianca quietly, hesitantly knelt before him, like the pious worshipper before the pulpit. She gave the head of his shaft a small, gentle lick, noting that there lingered the small tang of blood intermixed with the salty-sweet of their mingled fluids upon him.

She then began to lick him in earnest, taking him within her hands and cleaning him thoroughly with deft licks of her tongue. The short tendrils of her hair brushed against his stomach, his thighs as she worked upon him.

Edward growled slowly, the way she was licking him, and her position, almost submissive, threathened to trigger another urge to ravish her once more. But he held himself still, waiting for her to finish the job.

Although the feelings of her hair brushing against his stomach and thigh did not make things easy for him, but still he endured, not wanting to break the trust, or at least what looks like trust between him and the girl. He was fond of her, and he could already see himself going after her for an enjoyable meal, every time he feels hungry. Not to mention that he had some... protective tendencies towards her as well, though he doesn't really understand it at the moment.

She soon finished licking him entirely clean suddenly flicking her verdant gaze upward to his face. She sat before him silently, deep in thought. "If you are a werewolf, then I am sure that means you also have a..." She bit her lip, not wanting to pry. Why was she so interested in who he was, anyhow? The only connection she had to him was that he had claimed her maidenhood, that was all.
At least, that was what she was telling herself.

Her eyes had begun to droop, and she politely covered her mouth to stifle a yawn.

He listened to her question, and was intrigued as in why she wanted to ask that particular question. But then, she began to show signs of fatigue, and then he gently took her into his arms, and let her rest against his body.

"Sleep now, dear Bianca... sleep and rest. I will watch over you through the night, and by morning, you should find yourself back where you belong. I will do nothing to you anymore this time... so rest." He said as he nuzzled her gently, gently caressing her so that she could sleep in the comfort of his arms, before he sent her back to her room via magic.

Bianca was content to be cradled by his strong arms as she steadily began to fall asleep. If you are a werewolf, then I am sure that means you also have a human side, yes? She let the question die on her tongue.
This was all some sort of crazy dream anyway, so it didn't really matter.

She rubbed her naked skin against the werewolf's warm fur, her eyes finally drifitng to a close as she lulled into a fitful sleep.

When she opened her eyes again, the morning sun was winking through the embroidered lace of the curtains of her dorm. She sat upright in bed, noting that she was clad in her nightgown.
"See, Bianca? You need to go make some friends. And now you're talking to yourself." She checked her clock on her bedside table, noting that she had one hour to get ready for class.
There was no forest. No werewolves.
..No sex with werewolves.
Just a crazy dream.

Unknown to her, when she slept, Edward had already did something for her. Since their joining, he could now track wherever she is right now, thanks to a tiny bond that he had weaved between their souls. It wasn't noticeable of course, but it is still there.

There was a small cute wolf headed pendant and a gold necklace by her bedside, which has an engraving with the initials 'E.S', which he had left there for her. He smiled to himself in his lair, as he started to study once more from the tomes that his mother had sent with him.

The first day of classes passed uneventfully for the young woman, and yet her mind still lingered over the strange dream from the previous evening. She managed another blissful swim in the campus pool at the end of the day, then returned to the dorm just as the sun was setting for a shower.

Bianca had pulled her night gown over her head in her room when something glinted in the dim lamplight, catching her eye. She picked it up, and observed it closely.

"What is this?"

She froze at the little effigy of the wolf, turning it and seeing the unmistakable initials on the reverse side.

"No way."

Edward smiled to himself in his den, wondering how Bianca would react when she found the wolf headed pendant and necklace on her bedside. Truth to be told, it was one of the things that he usually gifted to those who he feels he has some connection.

Seeing how last night worked out... it was safe to say that Bianca was one of those people. Wanting to take things in a different way, he once again stepped out of his den, but then donned himself in his human disguise as he strode towards the direction of the campus, a book held in his hand.

Bianca strolled leisurely out to the garden at lunchtime, free to be out of the stuffy classrooms. She particularly had a soft spot for gardens, she had meticulously kept one back at her home in Britain.

She chose to sit beneath the shade of one of the grand willows beside a small clump of blossoming clover, unpacking her lunch and fishing out a book to read while she ate. Bianca was still distracted though; after finding that pendant, her encounter with Edward- real or no -still hanted her.

Edward strolled into the school area, trying to find a nice spot to read, as well as to scout out for potential... prey that he might decide to hunt sometime later when it gets dark. As he made his way through the gardens, he raised an eyebrow at what he saw.

A familiar girl was sitting underneath a tree, eating her lunch while reading her book. The scent and sight of her was so refreshing to her. Apparently he had stumbled upon Bianca again, although this was the first time that he appeared before her in his human disguise.

Walking towards her, he soon stopped before her, and said politely. "Excuse me, miss? I cannot help notice that the spot beside you is empty May I sit down, if you don't mind?"

Bianca jumped, turning to look at the young man, smiling at him shyly. That was odd- she thought this was strictly a girl's school...?
"Um.. of course you can, if you'd like." She felt her usual anxiety spike again; She could barely talk to the other girls on campus, much less a guy. Alone.
Still, even she noticed that he was quite attractive; He had a wild look about him, dark hair and a look of wisdom in the blue-gray steel of his eyes. Back in Britain, Bianca would have been reduced to a blushing, awkward mess before such a person, and yet his presence filled her with a gentle calm. Mild attraction, even.

He sat down and she shared her lunch with him as they fell into a light, easy conversation. For the first time, Bianca felt that there was no need to be so apprehensive around a new acquaintance, and found that she had enjoyed his company considerably, the lunch hour flying by. She was sad to go, but politely excused herself before she was late to her next course, resisting the urge to look at him one last time before walking through the iron garden gates.

It was only until her next class period had begun that she realized she had completly neglected to ask for his name.
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Every night, he had come to haunt her dreams.
Hands like velvet ran over her back, her thighs. She was bent over, being taken like an animal as a deep voice whispered passionately into her ear from behind.
"Dear Bianca.. sweet Bianca..."
An onslaught of flames always licked against her impassioned skin, ignited by her mysterious lover as he thrust into her. Strong arms would encircle her as she was lost in the throes of climax, her desperate cries soon drowned out by the sonorous call of a wolf's passionate howling.
And it was here that she would always awaken, entangled within her bedsheets, breathless, her panties wet.

The restless nights quickly melded into bright days, and days soon became a week. Studying at the academy had proved to be far more enjoyable than she had imagined, and she even had begun to make friends. Soon Bianca was as comfortable with them as she was swimming; Though that, of course, would always prove to be her favorite pastime. Although, she had yet to see her mysterious young gentleman again..

One evening Bianca shuddered awake, feverish and moist after another one of her torturous dreams. She quielty leaned over to open the drawer on her bedside table, reaching in the far back until the cool touch of a chain settled onto her fingertips, and she drew it out, placing it onto her palm. Bianca didn't much like observing the strange pendant she had mysteriously received after the dreams began. It made her feel confused... if not a bit frightened, as if she were being carefully watched.

She quietly arose from bed, padding over to the window to observe the garden in the distance in the cool moonlight. She glanced back at her roommate, then out the window again. It wouldn't hurt to go out for a few minutes to collect herself, would it? Throwing on a cardigan over her short nightgown, she grabbed her book and climbed skillfully out of the window onto the dew-wet grass below, padding quickly across the courtyard so as to not get caught.

Bianca found her favorite willow amongst the carpet of clover blossoms, climbing up into one of the low-hanging branches to be shielded by the dripping canopy. She opened her book, the moonlight bright and silent in the garden as she read contentedly by herself in the cool night.

Edward, or Ethan Silvear, which is the name of his human guise enjoyed the time he spent with Bianca. Speaking with her without the burden of having to feed from her was refreshing indeed, and he wondered what would it be like to take her while retaining his human form.

As she left for the classes, he started to plan their clandestine meeting once more at night, knowing that their tiny bond would ocassionally allow her to dream up the events that took place several nights before.

He soon walked out of his den, shifting to his human guise, and made his way to the school gardens, the place where he met Bianca once again with a book, and knowing the she was at the same spot where they met, he pretended not to see her, as he sat down in the shade of the willow, and started reading again.