Hit & Run
Follow along as our protagonist remembers the moonlit fateful night he met a feline that'd change his life. Sometimes a hit and run isn't so bad...
WARNING: This story is of a two males breeding. If you hate/loath/dislike mpreg themes, than DONT READ THIS STORY. LOL
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"I'm afraid I'm going to have to frisk you..." the lion informed, a night stick swinging in one hand and colliding with the palm of another as he stood there in all-black cargo pants and a security shirt and what appeared to be some dog tags that added to his gruffness. I laughed at the thought, boastfully, grinning as he stood between me and the door back into my own building. The heat of the summer unbearable, and even though the sun had already set, I could feel the sweat trailing down the small of my back and hanging uncomfortably on my button-up shirt. Even with the sleeves folded, it was unbearably hot and while the amusement of the gesture rang through I hadn't the patience to wait much longer. "Funny, Cat." I answered sarcastically, debating how I should retaliate to the near-stranger I'd only just been introduced to earlier that same afternoon. A band he was working security for was playing at my venue, a tropical-feeling place out on the sand of the beach, I won't say it was the busiest of destinations but I certainly would like to imagine it was a noteworthy one.
The lion's eyes fixed on me, brow furrowing ever-so and he'd warn once more "Hands against the wall..." and before I knew it I felt his body pressing against mine with enough force to ensure I clearly felt that feline arousal throbbing impatiently under far too many layers of clothes. Hands going up and down my body with a leg between mine to keep me still with minimal effort and I gave a chuckle after the grunt of my chest hitting the hard surface. "If you're this desperate to get laid, you could've just given me your extra room key..." I bartered sarcastically, trying to stay consistent. "Ha, ha Fido." he informed, hands shamelessly stroking over my achingly over-bloated canine sheath before he backs away and I took in a deep breath just to enjoy his scent while it lingered on me after I'd noticed him doing the same.
"Alright..." he gestured with the stick once more "You're fine..." and while there was no mistaking the double entendre, I had far too many things left to do tonight before I'd be free from the responsibilities of adulthood... Though a canine could at least confess to lingering thought of that dark colored lion, if he so chose.
It must have been hours before things started to quiet down, some time past midnight and there were some employees out on the patio still cleaning up solo cups and other garbage. The sound of the ocean had slowly enveloped the night in a romantic symphony I always found far too enjoyable and I just sat out there in the cool breeze and stared at the moonlight over the water, my body aching from everything I'd done that day but the cool air made my body tingle in a way that felt just worthy of my continued presence. I'd finally gotten up to head back inside when I noticed the cat once more, sitting not terribly far off. That sassy lion that gave me a bit of a chuckle earlier with his expression soft as he gazed out on the waves just as I had been moments ago, and I let my body half-collapse onto the sand next to him.
"Hey..." I greeted "Don't mean to bother you none, just wanted to give you a less formal greeting... Y'know they say third time's a charm and all." and the lion just gave a glance my way keeping the soft smile that lingered on his face "They do, huh?" the dark lion questioned in a tone that made it clear it was rhetorical. I caught the sound of his purr lingering along the soft murmur of the night time waves. "What're you doin' out here? Came to watch for a song of a siren, perhaps?" I tried, sarcastic overflowing as always but I'm sure he wasn't caught off guard by my low-quality sass. "Nah... " he answered simply "Just listening to the ocean." he answered. "Oh yeah? What's it saying...?" and he looks at me with a grin so full of cheesiness it smelled like swiss. "Nothing... It just waved. You sea what I did there? ...I'm shore you did" he chuckled and I chuckled back at him. "Don't quit your day job." I mused, watching out over the waves with him, nudging him gently with my shoulder.
We continued that way for a while, feeling him nudge me back and I'd do so just a little bit harder. It reminded me of brothers play-fighting in some odd way, and we'd fall to silence once again. "You here alone?" I asked and he'd nod with a sheepish and simple "Yeah". I nod gently, glancing over at his face "Well I'm glad you're here." I responded thoughtlessly, giving a soft well intended smile. We sat there for a few hours and spoke about life and love. It was fun talking with him, a soft easygoing attitude full of painful dad puns and good intentions. He'd grow emboldened enough to put an arm around me eventually in our talking, but I wouldn't press the moment. Seemed silly to make an urgency out of a kiss, of some stranger I'd only just met, and instead we'd head in just as the sun was starting to show hints of itself. He walked me back to my room, and something came over me at the last minute. I thanked him kindly, tried to give him the kindest smile I could, and I leaned in to kiss him. My tongue curling to graze his lips and he utilized the opportunity to overtake my tongue with his until I was suckling on the appendage before it pulled back leaving us both panting softly.
"I... I don't... Really do this kind of thing... I don't know what came over me..." I'd attempt to answer but his lips would overtake mine stealing the opportunity from me. My body easing back on weak knees and I feel his arm rest on the small of my back pulling me into that deep kiss he gave while I stroked and drew in at his cheek with my touch. Eventually we'd be forced to part, but we'd been enraptured by the opportunity. Like some odd tale of summer love one thinks is destined for a Grease musical, it all seemed so ridiculous as I found myself taking his hand in mine and leading him slowly to my room.
He was reluctant at first, I could see the uncertainty in his eyes, almost demanding I not allow this to become a regret but his gentle nature made me want it all that much more. His body came crashing over me on the bed like a wave as he pulled off my shirt and his muzzle trailed amorously down my body. Over my chest and ever-so slowly over my stomach, making me shiver as he slowly delves into my pants and all the while he leaves soft caresses and licks, and nips. His hands stroking along my body as he took me into his muzzle. I'd never felt a cat's tongue against me and I almost barked out as the rough surface stroked along what was exposed of my shaft. "Nnn!" I squirmed and he put a hand on my hip and the other on my stomach, holding me still as I trembled and writhed and all the while he eagerly serviced me until I nearly came, but he'd draw back just before then. "You... You better..." he stated, shifting to trade places and encourage me down atop his loins until I taste his arousal on my tongue.
There's something euphoric about it, tasting his cock leaking over my tongue while I massage at his balls and it's evident he's enjoying himself thoroughly. It makes me throb achingly, my canine cock hanging between my thighs but I kept focused on this male's pleasure. I wanted to make him feel good, I wanted to reward that goodness he'd continued to show me. He purred so boastfully, I could feel it making his arousal vibrate on my tongue in an unusual sensation and while I continue to go up and down on him, his grip reaching out to stroke digits through my hair and he gently forced me into a pace that suited him best. Before I knew it I felt him pummeling the back of my throat with his cum and roaring boastfully, moaning and writhing under my arms until he was just looking down at me and stroking through my hair. "You're not even remotely done yet.." he panted at me and I just quirked a brow curiously. He shifted a little to bring us up head to head, and it was evident suddenly that he was noticeably taller.
He licks at my check and over my lips in the most loving of gestures, just watching me a moment as we both panted and he grinned as my cheeks heated. I don't think anyone'd ever done such a thing to me but I can't lie that in was achingly endearing. "C'mon... Let's make some cubs." he stated in a playful but matter-of-fact type of voice, grinning all the while as he gets up on hands and knees and looms over me. His body pressing down is noticeably heavier than my smaller frame and it just somehow adds to the way by sheath throbbed. I feel him shimmy my shorts down my hips until he can expose my cleft, which he spreads in his broad lion palms. Rough tongue stroking at my sensitive and virgin flesh and it makes my whole body come alive and writhe in his grip. I whine, a whine so high and pleading I can't remember ever having heard it from myself and I just hear him kind of chuckle proudly before continuing. That tongue digging, spreading my sensitive flesh and I can't stand what it's doing to me. "Okay! Okay okay...!" I panted out at him and he'd take the hint as my fur felt like it was on fire.
I feel the lion re-posture himself over me, arms moving up against my own and his haunches lower resting over my own legs and I feel that pointed feline tip fit snugly up against that twitching flesh of mine. His hips are gentle, letting his weight ever-so slowly ease himself into me. Every time my walls would ease around him he'd sink a little more in the most torturous few minutes of my life. He was unbelievably patient, I'll give him that, and all the while his pre is painting my walls and dripping down my cleft along with his spittle from eating me out just moments ago. He can see me gripping at the blankets in the moonlight, cream and white fur contrasting his dark coat vastly and it made our bodies stand out from one another even in the dark. "Shh puppy..." he nearly coos at me like a watchful father, his voice like silk as he panted gently into my ear "So tight... I'm going to breed you so full of my cubs.." I hear him tease and something about the statement makes my body tighten down on him further, emphasizing that hilted length. He flexes his hips, grinding his balls into my thighs to emphasize their size and get himself ever-so slightly deeper and I whine and yip as his hips start a smooth, gentle but firm rhythm. The force of his thrusts jarring my body, and the way my loins remained trapped in my clothes forced me to just lie there and take what he intended to give me. My body writhing without control and trembling. His arms moving out to grip mine for a moment, just to make me feel ever-so slightly more like the captured prey he'd made me and everything about his rutting me is edging me closer to a powerful climax and I can feel it. The way it collects somehow in my loins like a dam waiting to burst and all the while he's moaning and panting into my ear. Making me hear every pleasurable thrust he gives me, every ounce of pleasure he's taking from me. His precum dribbling down my cleft makes our rutting become wet and lewd sounding, and he just tells me "I can feel how wet your pussy is for me." and I came.
Something about all of this just snapped something inside me, his teeth sinking down just as my body spasms incessantly around his cock and he growls into my flesh and ruts with added force. His claws raking at my hips for leverage and as my body is dragged from one climax to yet another, I realize what he's doing far too late. He opens his muzzle just long enough to bellow out a dominating boastful roar as he sinks several more inches into me before tugging on my neck once again and I feel him throbbing so deeply. Pushing against my prostate with each potent jerk as he unloads into me while his knot flares inside me and I swear it leaves me seeing stars. My muzzle is hanging open and as it spills deep unbridled pleasure-laden moans I'm sure everyone for miles can hear me but I can't control myself. Claws raking down my hips as his hips just grind into me and I can feel so much. So much of his potent seed flooding a spot in me so deep I can't begin to guess it's name. My belly once full of his seed I'd swallowed would now fall victim to his prowess once more and his orgasm drags on as it makes mine do the same. My walls spasming down on him, encouraging every last drop of his virile gift into my heated and eager walls until both of our bodies fall still. Nothing but pants and my whines, my incessant endless pleasured whines he was causing as his gentle touch stroked along my overburdened belly and I fell asleep that way. My body racked with pleasure, trembling, throbbing as his hand shamelessly dips down to collect all of my sticky seed for him to lick off of his digits as I slept and before he would drift off to do the same.
I awoke so much later, the sun already coming up yet again and I felt like a train had hit me. My first mused response being "Did anyone get the license plate of that truck?" as I chuckle to myself in my empty room. I sit up slowly to find cold coffee and a bagel next to the bed, no idea when it'd been left there but the other half of the bed had already been made. I ate slowly, my groggy veil slowly fading while I took a sip of the coffee. Paws stroking over that round tummy and I shiver, still sore from the mating he'd given me. I finally realize he'd left his dog tags and there is a note under where the coffee had been set, with his info... An odd sense of relief washing over me as I was reassured this was by no means a one night stand.
Mornin' Beautiful,
Band is touring for over a year still, but I'll be back for you in less than nine months.
~Leo
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