Wolf and a Cold Shoulder

"What excuse were you going to give Elsa and Evan if they'd returned?"

The still-unclothed Holo turned away from Lawrence.

"What do you mean, what excuse?"

"For killing me."

Holo gave a rare look of genuine embarrassment, then wrinkled her nose.

"Were I a human female, you would have no cause to complain if I killed you."

"I'd have no ability to complain, being dead."

She looked so cold that he wanted to hold her simply to warm her up. She looked up at his face and waited for him to continue.

"What do you wish to do?"

"That is what I should ask you."

Her quick retort took him by surprise. He looked up at the sky. Even now, Holo was still Holo. She could almost kill him in a blind rage one moment, then sit there demanding to be held in the next.

He embraced her, and felt her chin come to rest on his shoulder, sighing contentedly. She was certainly cold all the way through, now that her wrath had subsided. But he wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.

As his finger slowly ran down her spine, her body instinctively pressed up against his. But when his hand continued to slide lower, passing her tail and cupping her buttocks, she recoiled and spun her body around.

But he didn't let her escape. He grabbed her from behind, hugging her tightly. She had been straddling him a moment earlier, and now she sat upon him as though she was tied down to a chair.

"Don't worry. Unlike some, I only use my anger to warm others."

He whispered into her right ear, then playfully nibbled at it with his lips. As she shivered, one of his hands cupped her breast, while the other slid down between her legs. He managed to shift away her hair with his chin, and busily stole kisses along her neck.

"Fool.. I am freezinNNNN!"

She had no time for further excuses. His fingers playfully rubbed over her icy left nipple, tweaking it slightly and gently warming it. His other hand, which had been busy massaging her lower lips, now gently entered her hidden folds.

"H-hhaaaa~"

As he felt her writhing in his arms, he playfully licked down her neck and sucked on her flesh where it joined her shoulder. His hands were quite cold now, one of them holding her chest to keep her warm, the other moistened with her juices.

"Mmmm~"

Having nowhere else to move, her ass was grinding against him slowly. He was almost painfully erect, but he didn't care. That wasn't his goal. If she was going to tease him so cruelly, it was only fair for him to remind her of what she could grab instead of his reins.

"Ahhhn.."

As he probed deeper and deeper into her, he watched her pants forming tiny puffs of mist and vanishing into the sky. Both of his arms were now wrapped under hers. Her incredibly hot flesh was dripping as both of his hands explored her every fold.

"Hyaa!"

One of his hands dutifully rubbed her swollen clit as the other pierced ever-deeper into her. His own face was red at the arousing sound of her tiny yelps and squeals, and the fleeting thought that Elsa and Evan might be watching them. But Holo wouldn't allow that, so this moment was theirs and theirs alone. She didn't have to hold back.

"Come on.. cum for me, Holo.."

After he plunged into her the last time, his fingers were ejected from her in a spray of pleasure. As one of his arms held her limp form, the other slowly ran up her abdomen, past her breast, her neck, her cheek, and stopped at her lips.

"This is the taste of our desire.."

She was still convulsing and panting as his fingers gently explored her other mouth, running over and under her tongue as a trail of drool ran down her chin. Finally, he kissed his way up her neck, before turning her face and gazing into her eyes.

"..but it's only a taste."

She would surely snap back into her tough act in a few moments, and he would gladly let her. But she needed to remember that he wasn't afraid to tease back, or repay her for her ever-present rein grabbing.