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UnBearable part 1

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You’ve know him since he was a home-schooled student in fourth grade. A werebear trapped in his transformed state a hundred percent of the time, Abel has always been shy and reserved around you. Even when the other wereanimals came out of the bag, he rarely left his den, which hasn’t changed much since high school. In fact, his parents have moved to another house up the street while you and another roommate rent the upstairs bedrooms and Abel acts like a live-in landlord.

He’s listened to your problems, been the shoulder you’ve cried on when your parents divorced or your boyfriend dumped you, or when your best friend of ten years stopped talking to each other completely.

You’ve seen him lift a car one-handed, yet his pet chinchilla, Cumulus, has never gotten even a minor scratch on her when he holds her.

All this flows through your mind as you stare at him, sitting on the floor doubled over with his paws over his eyes, his face probably beet red beneath the dark brown fur.

“W-what?” You ask.

Taking a deep breath, Abel repeats what he said, “I love you. I know it can’t go anywhere, and probably shouldn’t, but… i just wanted you to know. Now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to go hide in the shower.”

He gets to his feet and lumbers quickly to his bathroom before disappearing inside.

He easily outweighs you by two hundred or so pounds, has long claws he can’t trim, and has layers of overlapping muscle and fat that fill in his large frame. He’s terrifying to everyone he meets which has ended a few not so nice dates before they got out of hand and yet… you can’t feel even an iota of fear. 

Cumulus hops into your lap and nuzzles against you. She’s a pray animal; he’s an omnivore predator, yet she’s not afraid of him. You put her back into her cage so she doesn’t eat his computer wires again, before quietly entering the bathroom.

He’s sitting on the floor of the shower, letting the steady stream of hot water pour over him. The pit of your stomach turns over; he’s even more massive out of his clothes. His nose twitches and he glances over as you step inside the shower, equally as naked.

As you come to a stop in front of him, you ask, “When did you know?”

He glances away shyly, “Remember that surprise birthday party i threw for you after your boyfriend dumped you and you… kissed me?”

You smile and approach him, “I… might have known a little before that to be honest.”

He blinks before staring at you bug-eyed, “You–”

You lean close and kiss him, awkwardly because of his snout, but he soft groan of acceptance makes you more bold. You run your hand along his jaw, and down to his chest; his breathing hitches and you feel the faint pounding of his heart. Pulling away, you carefully sit down on his thigh, before leaning into him. His fur is thick and sticks to you because of the hot water, but as his arm closes around your shoulders and his smell and heat hit you, you sink your fingers into his fur.

“A-a-are y-you…” he swallows, “are you sure you…”

You smile, “If you’re worried about your parents, i’m still going to pay rent.”

He swallows again, “That’s not why i’m worried. I’m stuck like this, remember? Are you sure you want people talking behind your back or giving you those glances or–”

You lift your hand to cup his cheek before gently turning his head towards you, “Yes. Because then i can claim you as mine. Cause then i can make people wonder why i’m with you; maybe even if the sex is good–”

You feel him tense, “Sex?” he squeaks.

You bite your lower lip, “You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” you ask. You make sure your voice carries no judgement or criticism.

He nods, “Lisa… she refused to fuck an animal.”

You blink and feel anger boiling up inside you; Lisa is his ex-girlfriend, a nightmare that felt jealousy over every female friend he had and would rarely let him leave her sight. Being like he was, you didn’t find out about any of it until until he ended the relationship and you and your roommate had to physically throw Lisa out of the house when she started throwing dishes at him as he cowered in a corner.

You see the insecurity and pain in his eyes; he could crush someone with his bare hands but his heart was fragile. You figured it was why some guys were assholes; they had their own Lisa’s, or had seen other Lisa’s and didn’t trust someone wouldn’t turn into her.

You carefully stood, “Well… since you’re not an animal that just makes her dumb. On the plus side… that also means i can make your first time better, right?”

You see the bottom of his stomach drop in his eyes; he’s absolutely petrified. You smile, “But not tonight. Tonight… i just want to see what sleeping in the same bed with you is a like.”

He swallows, “O-okay.”

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This is me working on something else so i can return to two other stories and not feel burned out. no worries.

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Orc and his Queen

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For @zarcake-writes

Hope you enjoy it.

The
Orcs of the Ridgeback Mountains have settled in the valley near your village.
An act of peace, they’ve agreed to aid your king in a war he’s waging against a
northern threat that’s left their cousins, the Orcs of the Wayfarer Caves,
devastated and scattered. As the daughter of an influential Noble, you’ve been
promised to the Ridgeback Leader as his bride.

Which
is how you find yourself in the leader’s tent, awaiting your husband as he
bathes behind the screen on the other side of the tent. The sound of a male
emerging from the cooling water and toweling off bring impure thoughts that
make the blood rush in two directions, your face and between your legs.

You
glance up as he steps around the screen, and sighs. The site of him shirtless,
covered in a thin layer of water from his bath makes your mouth dry. You see
the various scars crisscrossing his chest, some fresher than others, while a
trail of dark hair runs down between his fleshy abs to the towel covering his
impressive bulge. His jaw is lined with a short beard, while his long black
hair is braided down his back. His tusks are capped with gold, while his tawny
colored skin is covered with black tattoos, dragons and serpents coiling around
arms and chest.

He
steps outside and speaks quietly with his guard for a moment, before closing
the tent flap and approaching you.

You
try scooting backwards, but the pile of pillows behind you prevents it. He
crosses his arms, and shakes his head at you,

“Please
my lord,” you say, “please don’t. My father will pay handsomely for my return, I
swear.”

He
glances away before taking a deep breath and saying, “He’s sent a message. You
are to be used as a bargaining chip in our peace agreement. In short…” he
sits down beside you, “you are to become my wife.”

You
gasp and he looks down as you whisper, “I’ve never been with a man, especially
one of your size.”

He
places his hand across his face, “Really?”

You
bite the inside of your lip, “Yes. Please, spare my virtue this night.”

He
covers his mouth with his hand; his body shakes for a solid minute before his
snickering finally escapes, “I… I will spare you nothing of the sort. If
you do as I say I will…” he avoids looking at you, “… I will
spare you pain.”

You
take a moment to compose yourself before saying, “My lord I fear you may
harm me. Is there such a way for a woman to take something so huge?”

He
groans and shakes his head; it takes him longer to compose himself, “I
assure you there is. It just requires that I give you an ample tongue
lashing.”

“My
lord, to say such a thing to an innocent–” You snort when you meet his
gaze and cover your mouth, “damn it.”

“You
started it.” He says.

You
throw a pillow at him which he blocks, “Oh hush you.”

He
undoes the towel and crawls, naked, across your body; the first time you saw
such brutal power move as languid as a forest cat, you understood why his
people are feared. They have complete control of their bodies, even while yours
betrays you. His nostrils flare and he snorts in something hotter than
amusement,

“Someone’s
having dirty thoughts.” He whispers.

“Your
fault, I assure you.” You reply.

He
lifts the nightgown away from your body, running his nose up your leg up to the
trimmed hair between yours legs,

“You
smell like wild flower honey.” He whispers.

Your
breath hitches when he captures your legs with his arms and inhales deeply at
your core. You know from experience how evil and wicked that mouth of his is…
and how addicted to you he’s become. Your first time under its ministrations you
came screaming his name and coming like a virgin. You almost drowned him, but
after clearing his throat and licking your essence from his lips, he returned
to drink more of you.

He
chuckles, sliding his hands up the back of your thighs, “Can I have a taste?”

You
nod and he positions your legs on either side of his head, his arms pinning
your hips as he tests your folds with the tip of his tongue. He uses two
fingers to open you, before inhaling again,

“You
sure? I don’t want to take your virt—”

“For
fuck’s sake Gorett, just eat me already.” You say.

He
grunts, and, using his tusks, keeps you spread open while his tongue slowly
inches inside you. Hands trembling when he finds the spot that undoes you, you
lace your fingers through his hair and hold him against you. He chuckles,
purring as his tongue slides between your folds and up to your clit. You feel
his arm on either side of your body, and you look down as he begins playing
with your breasts. When you meet his gaze, he closes his lips around the
sensitive bud and begins a torturous combination of sucking, licking and gently
twisting between his lips. You cry out as you come, feeling him open his mouth
wide and lap your nectar as it leaks from you.

Grunting
in satisfaction, he lets your legs drop to either side of him, before crawling
up your limp body, wiping his mouth against your belly, before claiming your
lips. The kiss fires every nerve you have left, and you wrap your arms around
him,

“Gorett,”
you whisper, “I don’t think I can move.”

He
grins against your lips before kissing down your jaw to your neck, “My Zarina, my
previous queen. You need only to ask and I will deliver.”

You
wrap your legs around his waist, and he growls as he positions himself against
you; the first thrust is slow and easy, spreading you wide and filling you
deeply. The second and third are the same, the fourth begins to pick up speed,
as his hands drop to your butt and pull you against him. The fifth thrust is
harsh and fills you quickly, while the sixth and seventh begin the typical rhythm
that drives his head against the spot inside you, while also dragging your clit
against the trail of hair on his abs.

After
that, you lose sense of how many times he thrusts into you, only that you’re
moaning and dragging your nails down his back, trying to find purchase. Only
when he growls and pins your hands above your head do you see the blood you’ve
drawn. His stares is unhinged as he claims your mouth, and you’re barely aware
of your scream as you come. A roar follows as his liquid heat fills you and you
both collapse to the pillows, exhausted.

“Shit.”
You whisper. Somehow. You’ve no idea where you’ve gotten the strength.

“You’ve
drawn blood before, my love. The wounds will heal.” He whispers, kissing each
breast until heat begins pooling between your legs again.

“But
will I get my bones back? Not sure where they’ve gone.”

He
chuckles, and kisses you, “Sleep. We’ll make love again in the morning.”

You
close your eyes, mumbling, “Promise?”

He
tucks you against his side, licking his blood from your fingers, “Promise… as
well as get your nails cut. Ow.”

You
groan, “I don’t mean too!”

He
chuckles again and kisses your cheek, “I know, silly swan.”

You
grunt, “Then stop bringing it up, silly swain.”

You
don’t understand his next quip. You’re already asleep.

Roast

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You can’t move; there’s barely enough space between the dinner table and the smaller work table you’re lying, belly-up, on. The bright blue ropes that bind your arms and legs to the work table are smooth and stroke your skin as you test the knots. George kisses you,

“You sure you’re up for this?” he asks.

You nod; the ring gag prevents you from talking, but the moan that escapes you when Kaiser gives your lower lips a lick makes both males growl in approval. Both have measured the chairs and table correctly as when they sit down, their pants undone, George’s thick cock lies across your mouth while Kaiser’s lies against your cunt. You shiver as the heat of both and the scent of your werewolf hits you.

“Remember, either press your foot against my stomach and tap twice, or if your mouth is free, do re me, okay?” Kaiser says.

You nod again; your boys are always so careful with you.

George adjusts himself so his cock slides into your mouth, his knot caught behind the ring so he doesn’t suffocate you, while Kaiser slips inside you. Both grunt, before clearing their throats and begin dinner.

“So, what else have you been into lately?” George asks.

You rolls your eyes even as you stroke his length with your tongue,

Kaiser snickers, “Uh… well besides tucking into something delicious and warm…” you want to kill them both; they’re supposed to act like you’re not here. Clenching a few muscles you massage his length inside you and he grunts, “… phew…”

George nods, “I know what you mean. She’s probably letting us know we’re doing it wrong.”

Kaiser laughs, “Kinda of hard to think of anything else with her down there.”

George shakes himself before taking a deep breath, “Well it wasn’t exactly an exciting day at my office. How’s work at your tattoo parlor going?” He begins eating as you begin sucking.

Kaiser follows George’s actions and begins eating, “Had a sixty-year old grandmother come in and have her seventieth tattoo done. She looks like she’s in her 30′s, and even Gene was looking.” He reaches under the table and adjusts your table, sliding you an inch closer to him, which allows you to not only suck George’s cock but also lick every throbbing inch.

George snorts, “I thought Gene was married?”

Kaiser nods, “He is. Typically, he doesn’t even glance at another woman. She appreciated the attention and damn did she have some nice work on her.”

Beneath the table, you take a moment to inhale; George strokes your cheek while Kaiser runs his hand across your hip.

Time to go to work.

Part 2 coming soon.

Big Mac

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I hear it’s @trashbab’s birthday, and i’ve had an idea for a bit that i wanted to try so… here we go.

“What the hell?!”

You glance up from your current writing project and head quickly into the kitchen. You stop when you see an unfamiliar bull standing in your kitchen. At least, the form is unfamiliar; the coloring however…

“Mac?” You ask.

The bull glances at you and groans, “Yeah it’s me. Please don’t call the cops. I’m pretty sure i’ll be in lock-up before you can say–”

“Look at those horns?” You offer.

He sighs then tosses a bottle to you; reading he label, things fall into place,

“’Creature Swap, the potion that changes the animal in you?’“

He rolls his eyes, “I wanted to see if they were legit. They… have a Sex Swap one too.”

When you look up he’s rubbing the back of his neck, and you smile, “I’m okay with how i am. Besides, it says its only temporary.”

“The sample pack is. The full treatment isn’t.” Mac says.

You set the bottle on the counter as you approach him; his clothes are stretched painfully tight over his body, and by how he’s pulling on his shorts, you suspect its not the only thing that’s painful.

“May i?” You ask.

He blinks at you and rolls his eyes, “Right. You have a thing for Minotaurs.”

He sighs before pulling his shirt over his head, getting it caught on his new horns. “Damn it!”

He succeeds pulling the shirt off but ends up falling flat on his butt. A ripping sound accompanies it and his bulge is exposed.

“That’s… a lot of beef.” You say.

Mac shakes his head, “You call me Big Mac i’m turning you over my knee and spanking you.”

“If you do it with that,” you gestures to the monster swinging between his legs, “i’ll gladly call you Big Mac.”

He gets to his feet and you stare up at him. He was taller than you before hand; now, you’re necks getting stiff from looking up so much. Although… it does give you easier access to his swiftly hardening cock.

“So… you want to break the table, or the bed?” He asks.

“We could use a new bed.” You say quickly.

He chuckles, before lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder; he has to duck a few times but he eventually deposits you on your bed. He reaches beneath you and tugs your pants off, lifting your ass up as the fabric slides free.

“Mmm, nice view.” he whispers.

You blush as he gives both cheeks a loving slap, before tugging the pants all the way off and dropping you back to the bed. Your shirt comes next, and you wonder if this is how Theseus felt when he battled the Minotaur. Although in his case he was trying to kill the beast, and you’re trying to bed the beast but still…

He sits down beside you and lies down; turning his huge head towards you he gives you the same shy smile when he’s trying something new but exciting with you. You see his cock in your peripheral vision and inhale; he seems to be growing bigger as the seconds tick by.

“You always said you were courageous.” He whispers.

You snort, “Slight difference between courageous and nuts. But… i’m guessing that’s why your on your back?”

Mac nods before sitting back up and pulling the bottle of lube from the side table. He pours a decent amount into his hands and coats his entire length before spinning his finger in the air. You roll over and present your twitching backside so his gentle yet firm fingers. Gasping, one of his fingers feels as big as he does normally. A second joins it and you moan; he’s stretching and lubing your hole and those damn fingers of his hits all the right spots.

You’re so hard right now, you wonder if you could cut glass with your cock. He gives each of your ass cheeks another slap before bathing them with his huge tongue. You’re hoping he’ll eat your ass out later with that thing, but right now you’re preparing to be impaled.

He lies back and places his hands on either side of his cock, palms up. He loves playing with your ass as much as your like it being played with. You climb up and position his head to your hole.

“Slow.” He commands you.

You nod before dropping down; relaxing as much as you can, you gasp when his head stretches you wide. You cum, splattering Mac’s chest and stomach.

“Geeze, i guess i need to get you a toy.” He says.

You laugh as another inch slips inside you, then another. Your ass finally settles into his hands and he squeezes your cheeks even as your squeeze his cock. You’ve never been this full before and you’re not sure if you can handle it. Glancing down you blanche; a good three inches is still outside your body and you doubt you’d be able to fit them inside you.

Grunting, he rolls you onto your side and kisses you, “I’ll be right back. They sent something else with the sample, free gift and all that.”

He gets up and heads back out to the kitchen; you feel the emptiness in your ass but even though it felt like someone shoving their arm up your backside, you didn’t mind it. That much.

Mac comes back in a few minutes with a thick pad in the shape of a butt,

“The gay male version. Basically gives you even more cushion so i don’t injure during the pushin’.” He smiles.

a simple harnessing and more lube later, you’re on your stomach, groaning as he slowly fills you again. Who knew one less inch would make it better? He grips the back of your hand and runs kisses down your spin before he begins extracting himself. The thrust back in catches you off guard and steals your breath. Once you can breath again, he repeats; after the third thrust, he picks up the pace.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” He says.

You’re biting the pillow as his gentle thrusts become a lust-filled pounding. He after keeping himself from blowing his first load too early, he leans forward, encircling your cock with his hand, and changing the thrusts so that each one also thrusts it through the ring of his fingers.

“Mac… Mac… fuck…” you whimper.

He snorts, “That’s it babe, you want my thick meat stick?”

You try to cover your laugh but the next thrust turns it into a moan.

“How do you like my beef jerky?”

You burst out laughing, “You want me to bust a nut or a gut?”

He grins, “Eithers fine. As long as you’re having fun.”

Another thrust and you cum, shooting a load over his hand; the pounding becomes less controlled as he begins reaching his climax. He wraps his arm around your middle and lifts up, holding you against his chest as he sits back. He slides a half-inch inside you and your shoot a third load.

He throws back his head and bellows as he fills your backside and belly with his hot seed. You shoot a fourth time before you both fall back. He pulls out of you with a gentle pop and you gasp as hot creme pours out of you.

Panting, you roll over onto your stomach, and he pulls you up to his chest. Kissing the tip of your nose, he whispers,

“Love you bab.”

“Love you too Mac.” you reply.

Tiger by the Heart Addendum 2: Devon’s Time Abroad

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Devon watched from his wife’s bedroom as the walls of Old Renard came to firey life. Over 11,000 braziers lined the seven mile long, fifteen foot high structure, the only thing remaining of the first Fox Lord’s long dead empire. A traitor had opened the enchanted gates during a particularly horrendous Storm of Souls, when the icy winds of the north sea blew inland, bringing with it the freezing cold and other dangers that lay at the bottom of the sea.

No one save the current Fox Lord’s grandfather survived the ordeal. And he was driven mad by what he saw, to the point that, after his first children were born, he threw himself into the ocean, just as the fog began rolling in, and the shards of ice began pelting the windows.

His spirit was the first one to arrive and the last one to greet the warming rays of dawn, freeing him from both the madness that threatened his family as well as the horrors he’d long lived with.

Katrina pressed a kiss to Devon’s shoulder, “You keep staring and you’ll freeze like that.” She whispered.

He sighed, “Not sure if you were making a poor taste joke or a dire warning. either way…” he turned and captured her lips before pushing her back to the bed, and pinning her to the bed-sheets, “I know what awaits if I’m not careful love.”

She giggled as his mouth went lower, exploring her collarbone, then breast, stomach, thigh. She groaned when he stood there, hunched over, his hot breath on the core of her body. She groaned,

“Stop teasing. We’ll be locked inside all night and then we won’t be able to do any of this till morning, when you have to head home.” She said.

Devon chuckled, “My father already expects me to be late. I warned him about the storm and he told me not to worry about coming home on time. Just coming home.”

She cried out as he finally took pity on her and tasted her, “Finally. Oh Devon i’ve been waiting for this for far too long.”

Devon laved her clit with his tongue, while his fingers spread her hot, wet flesh, “I’ve just started and you’re already wet? I thought you took care of yourself from time to time?”

She bucked her hips, trying to move his tongue into a better position but he refused, “Only when i don’t have my Tiger Lord with me. Then, the only thing that satisfies me is you.”

Devon grinned; he knew she loved giving him praise when they mad love, especially after long times apart. She would send him lewd messages when he was at his father’s fortress, and he return even lewder ones. Unlike other couples, Katrina was still bound by the Fox Council’s ruling; they wouldn’t recognize their marriage until he had amply proven his worthiness of being her husband, not just her concubine.

Funnily enough, most of suitors the council sent were waylaid (literally and figuratively) by her sisters or female friends. A couple, by her eldest brother; his wife knew of his inclinations and had no problem with him bedding other males as long as he returned to her bed in the long run. Half the time, she joined in; he never wanted her to be left out. The Council had had a fit over her brothers public declaration of his bisexuality, and had barred him from ruling when his father passed away.

It didn’t help that her younger brother had tried killing her father and blaming her for the deed. Katrina’s thoughts scattered as Devon entered her and she moaned as she came.

Growling, Devon kissed her, “Already? I see you were truthful about staying faithful to me.”

Katrina smiled, “And by the fact you have your fingers around your shaft tells me you almost came.”

Devon grinned, “You know me too well my lady.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him close, while he leaned over her and kissed her; her hands slid through his silky fur even as his tongue danced with hers. His mouth was as dangerous a weapon in his sexual arsenal as his hands or the sword between his legs were.

They both glanced over to the door as loud banging echoed, “Kat, Dev, the winds picking up. Father wants every one in the bunker. That includes you two.”

They sighed heavily, “We’ll be right down Nic. Just have to finish something up.” she said.

Her older brother sighed, “Uh-huh. He’s put up partitions so we don’t have to hear each other tonight. Just thought i’d let you know.”

Katrina glanced up at Devon, “Finish up quick then?”

Devon smiled, “That won’t take long.”

Katrina wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he brought them both to a roaring orgasm.

Gasping, they lay panting in each other’s arms for a few moments before they started getting dressed.

Devon looked out the window as the fog bank began rolling in, pausing at the walls. The fires would keep the spirits at bay for a time, but they were merely a delay tactic while everyone took refuge in their homes, built high above the long dead city. Devon double checked the window locks, while Katrina made sure her fire was out. Heat attracted them, so it made sense to keep the greatest heat away from the living people.

He could hear the moans and wails, the begging for warmth. As a Wight Hunter, he was used violent Unliving who sought to take life for pleasure. It was much more disturbing for the Unliving to be dangerous, not because they intended to be, but because they sought out simple comforts: a fire, a roof over their heads, the living.

The Sea Goddess spat their souls out every time the wind blew towards the Howling Hills, and those who lived nearby, especially during violent storms that swept souls as far inland as his father’s keep, had to be careful of something very much alive: the desire not to be alone.

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Little bit of world building and a little bit of smut. enjoy

Tiger by the Heart part 9: Painful Reflections

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Lucinda stared the reflection of her tear stained face, even
while the warm water rippled around her. Tristan had taken her back to his
room, while the others regrouped. He’d told her later that Aidan was awake and,
after vomiting up chunks of bone that weren’t his or food, had started eating
again. Lucinda had given him the blade she would braid in her hair, so Tristan
wouldn’t worry.

Lucinda had tried before but her younger sister always
turned her back. It was those attempts after her sister’s death that had made
her a more powerful Necromancer, as she brought pieces of the other side back
with her each time. Although the first time she had to claw her way out of an
open grave while her mother stood above her, she’d wondered if she really
wanted to come back.

She glanced up as Tristan stepped into that side of the room
wearing nothing but loose trousers, “Ion just went to bed; we’ll see how she
sleeps tomorrow.” He said.

She leaned back against the tub, “Okay.”

He stepped closer, “Are you alright?”

She shook her head, “I thought I had gotten past this. I
thought it wouldn’t affect me like this.”

Tristan motioned to the tub, “May I join you?”

She nodded, “Sure. Just promise me you won’t freak out when
you see them.”

Tristan paused with his hands on the hem of his pants, “See
what?”

“My scars.” Lucinda ran her hand up her leg, feeling the
extensive markings of her suffering as a Necromancer initiate. In addition to a
few others she’d caused herself.

Tristan dropped his pants, and dropped into the water with a
splash, “Which ones? The ones on your legs, or the ones along your back and buttocks?”
He asked.

She glanced up, noticing the pitch-black eye staring at her,
“The dead can’t be fooled.” She whispered.

He moved along the edge until he sat in front of her, “Why’d
you hide them?”

She shook her head, “Most people in my mother’s kingdom can
tell how much you’ve learned by how many scars you have. My mother doesn’t have
an inch of skin that isn’t covered with brands, runes, you name it. She’s been
impaled, stabbed, strangled, poisoned, bludgeoned, but you’d never know it.”

Tristan reached over and picked up her hand beneath the
water, “Some of these look… self-inflicted. May I ask?”

Lucinda shook her head, “Not now. I’m not in a good place
right now.”

Tristan nodded, before moving towards her, slowly; she
watches him crawl between her legs, and placing his arms on either side of her.
He kissed her forehead, before she sobbed and lunged forward, knocking him
backwards into the water. They some up for air, and Tristan gently moves her
wet hair from her face and then his hands gently over the intricate pattern cut
into her skin.

She smiles at him, “I don’t want to think right now and I don’t
want this to be the first real time we do anything, but… I need you. I hate myself for asking this, but i need you.”

He smiles back at her, “I never withdrew my consent,
remember?”

Tears fall down her cheeks, “What should your word be?”

Tristan thought for a moment before saying, “How about
Striga?”

She laughed, “Sure. That would get me to stop.”

Tristan kissed her gently, “Here, or the bed?”

She returns his kiss and whispers, “The bed, please.”

******

He lays her down gently on the covers, and she hiccups; she’s
never been naked, completely exposed like this, before. Tristan doesn’t seem
nervous at all, but then again he’s never had to hide his scars. Expecting him
to begin in earnest, Lucinda isn’t prepared for gently kisses, starting from
the top of her head, down to the place between her legs where a carnal seal had
been burned into her flesh years ago.

His tongue eases its way inside her and she gasps; he’s not
looking away, he’s not closing his eyes, he’s staring up at her, past the
expanse of her marked, burned and healed flesh. His tigerhood has already began
filling with blood when he rises just enough to kiss her stomach; she blinks,
and a glamour fades from his face. Heavy scarring holds the black eye in place,
as if the creature had torn out his original and he’d claimed a replacement.
Part of his left ear was missing, and as he slid up beside her, she noted it
wasn’t part of a finger missing, but the whole digit.

“Mistakes.” He said, his voice gravely. She saw crisscrossing
scars over the front of his throat.

“Why are you showing me?” She asked, watching him bring his
fingers to his mouth to wet them.

“Because,” he whispered, sliding his slickened fingers through
her folds, “I don’t want to hide anything from you either.”

She moaned as he slid a finger inside her, then claimed her
mouth with his; she slid her hand through the fur on the side of his face, holding
him close as his tongue danced and explored with hers. She let out a small gasp
when he inserted a second finger into her, stroking and teasing, until she
clamped her legs tightly around his hand and came.

“Fuck, Tristan!” She whispered.

“Shh… it’s okay. Just ride it out. I plan to make you do
that a lot tonight, so please try to enjoy.”

She pressed her face into his shoulder, taking in his scent,
as he pried her legs apart gently to remove his hand. Making sure she could
see, he licked each finger clean,

“Sweetest nectar in the world I say.” He whispered.

She feels her face flush, and groans as he leans down and
takes one of her nipples in his mouth. Teeth holding it taught, his tongue
torments her soft flesh to the point of near pain. He lets her nipple slip from
his mouth, before his tongue and lips begin stroking the mound. She bites her
lip to keep from moaning loudly; he’s running his hands up and down her spine,
gently massaging the back of her neck.

She feels something inside her loosen a little, a moment
before Tristan slides back down, leaving seering kisses in his wake, and
torments her womanhood with his tongue. She grabs a pillow and screams into it
as he brings her to her second orgasm of the night, then lifts to find him
watching her, chin resting on his overlapping hands, which rested on her stomach.
His tail flicked back and forth lazily, and he was smiling gently,

“Shall I continue? Or should we move on?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and said, “Move on please?”

He ran kisses up her scarred flesh, until his tigerhood slid
across the slick opening between her legs. She tensed, until he kissed her,
sliding his arms underneath her as he pulled her closer to him. She wrapped her
arms around him, as he began his slow entrance into her.

She winced slightly as he stretched her open, “T-tristan… it…
it… hurts a little.”

He sighed and kissed her cheek, “You’re not relaxing. It’ll
hurt if you’re tense, and there’s not enough lube down there. My saliva
hopefully helps, but a lot of this falls to you.”

She hugged him, and whispered, “Okay… I tell you when to
stop.”

He moved another inch into her but she gasped, “Oh shit.”

“Did I hurt you?” He asked.

She shook her head, “It… felt good this time.”

Growling low in his throat, he pulled out and slid back into
her. She took deep breaths as he slowly filled her, wincing as he stretched her
wide. Once inside, he stopped, licking her cheek and shoulder as she slowly got
used to him. Finally, when him moving didn’t hurt nearly as much, she pressed
her nose against his,

“Pound me into the matress.” She whispered.

He rolled his eyes, “Not now, my honeysuckle. Later, when I don’t
have to worry about you pulling something by accident.”

She grunted as he kissed her, then ran tongue down her cheek
to her shoulder, “But I wonder: did you study some of our mating habits?”

She braced herself and almost came as he sank his teeth into
her flesh; she gasped as he began thrusting his hips in short strokes that kept
her on the edge, then shifted to long, hard strokes where their hips collided
and she could see stars.

Digging her nails into his shoulder blades, she groaned at
how good each stroke felt, even the rougher ones that knocked the wind out of
her lungs.

“Tristan… faster…” she said in his ear.

Growling against her shoulder, he complied, thrusting into
her willing body fast enough she stopped counting her orgasms. The fur at his
groin stroked her clit with each thrust and after a while the pain was gone completely.
She was so wet, there was no friction whatsoever.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he changed his
angle; the next few thrusts went deeper than the previous ones, but more than
that:

“I… I can’t… come like this…” she said.

Pulling away from her shoulder, Tristan grinned down at her
with pearly white teeth, “Tiger magic. You’re going to be sore in the morning
for sure, but until we both want to come, neither of us will.”

She stared up at him wide-eyed before glancing down; his
hard cock moved in and out of her rapidly, stroking the deepest parts of her
body, the parts unscarred and untainted. She felt his sac slapping her butt and
licked her lips before squeezing him gently. Growling, Tristan looked into her
eyes, panting as she drew him deeper and teased him more with each thrust.

“Together or never.” He whispered.

“Always…. Oh fuck.” She said throwing her head back.

He slammed into her with one last, harsh stroke that
connected their bodies in the most intimate way; she wrapped her arms around
his neck, panting along with him as the building wave broke and sent both of
them shuddering over the edge. She held him as close as she could as he emptied
himself into her, even as he groaned and pulled her tightly against him.

Minutes passed and they finally came down with an exhausted sigh
of relief. Tristan purred against her, something she didn’t know his kind could
do, while she ran her hands over each scar.

“I love you.” He whispered.

She looked up at him, and smiled, “I love you too.”

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Yeah i figured it was time for smut. HAVE AT IT PEOPLE.

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Tiger by the Heart part 4: Taking the Edge Off

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Lucinda stood drying her hair while Tristan sat behind her on the edge of the tub,
running his hands along her hips and legs, searching for anything else
her mother may have hidden.

Despite the obvious temptation of
his future mate standing naked in front of him, his hands never
strayed. Much to her consternation.

She turned around as his hands
left her ankles, and she saw him focusing on her face. He was trying
very hard to be polite and she absolutely hated it. Her mother’s magic
had dulled her sex drive in addition to everything else. Now she wanted a
male to fuck her into the stone.

He cleared his
throat and looked away; she could feel her face redden as she realized
he’d heard at least part of that mini-rant.

Covering her face with the towel, she said, “Sorry.”

He chuckled, “Well i will say it’s a vast improvement; at least your not wondering if I’m going to kill you still.”

Groaning, Lucinda placed her hand on Tristan’s shoulder, “Can i request something of you? If it’s not… too inappropriate?”

Tristan tilted his head, “And that would be?”

“At least take the edge off?” Lucinda said, blushing harder than she had prior as the words left her mouth.

Part
of Tristan hardened at her request, while his heart softened. He had
yet to examine the more intimate areas, but he doubted her mother plant
anything there… he hated that a part of him wanted to double check
just to be sure.

He was more than his instincts, he told himself.
And yet when he looked into his future mate’s eyes and saw the need and
hunger for him he realized she wasn’t the only one who needed the edge
taken off.

“First things first: i grant you permission to touch me until i say otherwise.” He said.

She smiled, “And i grant you the same permission.

Okay… let’s see if those textbooks know anything after all. he thought.

Sliding off the edge of the tub, he beckoned to her, “Can you lie down for me?”

She nodded, laying the towel down before doing so; taking a deep breath, he ran his hands up her legs, before placing them on either side of his head. Wrapping his arms around her hips, he used his fingers to gently spread her open. Growling in anticipation, he pressed his mouth t her opening and began a series of rapid short licks across the flesh inside and as the lips outside. She gasped sharply, her one hand pressed to her mouth, the other trying to find purchase in the tile. Swirling his textured tongue, he drew a small amount of her creame into his mouth. She pressed the heels into his shoulder blades, and grinning, he pressed forward, driving his tongue as deep as his could. She cried out,

“Tristan! S-slow down. I’m going to…” she begged.

Pulling away, he kissed up her stomach, laying his head in the valley of her breasts. He watched her panting beneath him for a few moment before she looked down at him,

“Okay. This time, don’t stop no matter how much i beg.”

He cocked an eyebrow, “And if you actually want me stop for some reason?”

“I’ll say periwinkle.”

He purred, sliding his rumbling throat down her body; once back to the junction of her thighs, he began lapping at her entrance to remoisten it, before driving his tongue back inside her. She bucked her hips into his face, her hands covering her mouth and face. He watched how her body reacted to different movements of his tongue, before sliding a slick thumb against her clit. With a strangled moan, more cream flowed into his mouth. Her taste reminded him of spiced honey, and he continued to devoured her core. She gasped his name several times, until he stopped,

“Lucinda,” he said, voice gravely and deep, “look at me.”

She shook her head, “I’ll come too hard if i do.”

“Is there such a thing? Or are you afraid of letting me drink more of you?”

She grunted, “Tristan please i’m so close and that damn thumb of yours won’t let me come down!”

“Then watch me as i taste you, my love.” He whispered.

She removed her hands, and he saw tears, “Did i hurt you?” He said, beginning to rise.

“NO! No, you didn’t. Just… so much… too much…” She said.

He kissed her hip, “Don’t worry, i’m sure you’ll drive me to that place too. And i want this to be good for you.”

She wiped her eyes, “I know. I also didn’t the safe word did i?”

Grinning, Tristan dove back in, licking and stroking as she screamed in her hands. He looked up and found her watching him, and he swirled his tongue; both hands flew to his head and she kept him where his tongue did her the most good.

She’s so beautiful when’s she coming apart like this… he thought.

Her breath quickened, and soon she keened loudly, as her body flooded his mouth with her nectar. He drank every last drop as she shuddered against him. Releasing his head, she leaned back as he rose, kissing her gently as she came down from her high.

“Oh my god… if that was the first time, what’s it going to be like when you have some practice.” She breathed.

Tristan chuckled, “I had a good partner.”

As he pulled himself from the water, she pushed herself off the edge. Blinking, Tristan watched as she placed her hand on his hip.

“You don’t think you’re going to give and get nothing in return did you?”

She stared at the hardened length between his legs, before biting her lip. She was shocked her legs still held her after how well he did, and she was a just bit nervous about how well she could do.

Those texts better be right about how to do this. she thought.

Animalia were created as the playthings for Elder Gods and Spirits, so while they did have mostly beastial bodies, their genitalia were at least somewhat human. He pulled himself to the edge and dangled his legs into the water,

“Easier access.” He explained.

Why am i so nervous? He knows about as much as i do and he just went for it…

He tipped her head up and kissed her, “I’m thinking if you’d gone first i’d be the nervous one.”

She sighed, “Right. Performance anxiety.”

He inhaled sharply as she gently gripped his length, “Mmm…”

She smiled up at him, “Hair trigger?”

“Yeah. Especially when it’s you.” He said.

She gripped his base with one hand before taking his tip into her mouth. He threw his head back, and she saw his claws digging into the stone. Soaking the sensative flesh, she began bobbing her head up and down, his salty pre tasting of molasses and cloves. He gasped, and a small spurt of pre coated her tongue. She knew trying to reach his cock base wasn’t in the cards tonight, but she was able to fit half of his length into her mouth and throat. He moaned as she gently swallowed, working his head with the back of her throat. Allowing a good portion to slip back out, she watched him panting.

“I should have shot two or three times by now.” He said.

She swirled her tongue around his cock-head and he shuddered in pleasure,

“It’s a way to hold your lover that keeps hair triggers in check.” she said.

He growled, “It’s going to be a mess.”

“I’m counting on it.” She whispered, licking the tip of his nose.

Before he could utter another word, she was working his length slowly and methodically. He moaned out loud as tongue teased another drop of his creme from him, before she began bobbing her head faster and faster. He groaned, and she took the opportunity to slip her free hand down to fondle and roll his heavy sack in her fingers. He began bucking gently into her mouth, and she glanced up to see him watching her pleasure him.

She released her grip and stroked his length with her hand and mouth until he was roaring his release. He shot into her mouth, then down her chin and onto her breasts. Gasping, he fell back to his elbows on the tile while she swallowed his load.

“Mmm… tasty.” She said.

He laughed weakly, before heaving himself up; wiping her chin with his thumb, he kissed her, “For the record, you did amazingly for your first try.”

She smiled, “Just wait till i get some practice in.”

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How a vampire sees it…

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Let me guess: you’re expecting that creepy vein vision from the vanhelsing movie right?

That i can see every vessel, every pulse of blood as you breath, talk… whimper.

That’s not how it works, especially now pet. You accepted my… eccentricity… quite well for a human so young. So supple, compared to me, centuries old, and my body is more bone and muscle than the tender flesh of youth.

But enough about that my pet… now we return to our subject: how we hunt… how we find our food.

Smell of course. the smell of course life, of liquid eternity inside you. Its a most heady scent combined with fear, or… lust in your case. Oh? you thought i didn’t know? Tsk tsk. I can smell your lust just as easily as i can smell fear or disease.

Its interesting, tasting sickness in the blood. Adds a bitter note, like a dry wine. But thinning the heard gets tiring after a while. That’s why you’re here, pet.

Lively, healthy, wrapped like a present in silk and satin. Mwah! i do hope the ropes aren’t too tight. I sometimes get a little… excited ahaha.

Oh don’t worry. I can smell the fear now, that sour taste, like citrus liqueur. This knife isn’t to carve out your heart or slit your throat. No… its to taste more of you than my fangs will allow. I did show you those, didn’t i?

Ahhh. Yes, the lust is back. Spicy and rich. But i suppose you seeing me walk up the side of your building without assistance was more than enough proof. That, and tearing the man who brought you to me, beaten and bruised as you were, to shreds before your very eyes.

Thinning the herd as it were.

Now… where to begin… there, a small nick, no more then a needle stick really. Mmm… oh yes, delicious. Mmmm.. ah… do you wish to taste yourself?

Mmm… aahh… yes my pet. Soon i will teach you all the flavors, all the delights of your kinds divine blood. a ha ha ha. tis a long time till dawn, and you’ll need the day to rest once i’m done with you…

@teratotrash relay story. Your turn to take it from where i left off.