Commission
This was a story commissioned by Ritts , written by WolfTales. The title just seemed to fit. Hope you all enjoy!
Her breathing was heavy, but still rhythmic. This was all work she was used to. And who needs a gym when you can work stock at a warehouse? Carrying stacks of timber, whole sinks already assembled, even some part-time construction helps a girl to stay in shape. She smiled, remembering her lunch break last week. Craig, a Mountain Lion three inches taller than her who owns the biggest gym in town, stopped by and they went head to head, bench-pressing stacks of 2 x 6 lumber about 7ft long. She managed thirty reps of one stack (five full-size planks), not even noticing two of the guys she worked with pulling the lumber off Craig after twenty-three.
She laughed again at the surprised and dejected look on his face as he handed over the twenty bucks he bet her. And of course that turned into a test of grip, and though they were easily matched, the reps had taken more out of him. He left rubbing the feeling back into his hand.
How could she help but be proud of herself? Even at thirty her body was a prime specimen of the Doberman breed. Not an ounce of fat on her, and everywhere there was muscles it showed. The jeans she wore wearing hugged her thighs and her butt when she walked, her tail was docked and her ears cropped right when she was old enough, and her chest was a firm b-cup. She never even bothered with a bra. With that thought she looked up at the two teenage boys that had been staring at her for the last half hour.
One of them was a dirty-orange Tabby, and the other looked a cross between a Panther and Cheetah, having a few misplaced spots of orange in his black fur. By the looks of them, they were probably both weight-lifters at the local high school, maybe just about to graduate. Every time she looked up they would act like they were looking for something on the shelves, but they followed her from aisle to aisle
Looking at them out of the corner of her eye she saw them pointing and flexing their own arms to compare. Reaching over, she grabbed the nail gun lying near her and made it look like she was examining it. Turning slightly she took aim and the nail went flying, embedding in the concrete right next to the Panther's foot-paw. He yelped and jumped into the Taby, who went flying into a nearby shelf.
Benny, the Raccoon who managed the warehouse, happened to be walking by and immediately ran over to make sure they were alright.
"What happened? Are you two young men alright?" His black fur mask almost made him look like a robber worrying about a lawsuit as he helped the Panther up off the floor.
The Tabby, helping himself off the pile that had fallen off the shelves, glanced down the aisle at her as he stumbled to his feet. "N-no, everything is f-fine!"
She couldn't help but chuckle softly, putting the nail gun back and started toward them.
"What do you mean fine?!?" The Panther was far from calm, still gripping the Raccoon's arm and struggling to his feet. "My foot was almost..." He cut himself short as he caught sight of her smirking over Benny's shoulder. "F-fine! Just fine...sir!"
"You boy's should watch where you're stepping." Benny spun at the sound of her voice, eyes going from wide to suspicious in record time. "Benny." She acknowledged him and continued back toward the stock room.
It was hardly a minute before Benny came bursting through the swinging doors, looking madder than the last time. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She could only smile. "This isn't even close to funny, Yvonne! You are beyond lucky if those boys don't decide to press charges!"
She took a seat in one of the chairs near the wall. "Common, Benny. Did they even look like could press a button, let alone charges?"
He opened his mouth, but the only thing coming out was steam. He pointed his finger, waving it back and forth at her like a naughty child before he finally found words. "You are lucky you are the only one in a fifty mile radius, licensed to drive a specialty fork-lift who doesn't show up high to work!"
Taking another long look at her, he dropped his finger and headed back to the floor, continuously muttering to himself ‘Why me? Could have been anyone, why her? Why me?!' As it swung shut she heard him yell, "And someone's gonna have to fix that hole in the floor!"
A full size black stallion ducked through the door, looking over his shoulder in the direction of the yells. "Benny looks mad, what'd you do this time Yv?" He turned his big head so he could see her around his dark mane. Taking aim at him with her fingers she pulled the trigger. It only took a moment for them to fall into laughter, him clamping a paw over his mussel to quite his whinny. "You certainly make it exciting around here!" He gasped as their laughter died and he took a seat next to her.
"I do try, Nick. I do try!"
She opened the door and dropped her keys on the end-table next to the couch as she closed it behind her. It brought a lump to her throat as she held in the urge to call out "I'm home!" to the empty apartment. How long had it been? Walking to the fridge and looking at the calendar the day was marked clear. One week since her best friend had moved out. Sharon was a beautiful white and brown bunny, lean, curvy, feminine; basically the exact opposite of her, but they had been friends since college.
It was still sad to think that she was a couple of states away now. She didn't think it would be forever, they weren't sure how much longer her dad had, but she had advised her to look for a new roommate. "I'll write you often, and I'll let you know when things get settled. Find someone to help you with the rent, ok? I don't want to be worrying about you too."
Her frame was so small; she had almost felt like she would break her as she hugged her goodbye. Yet she knew she was right. The end of the month was next week and she couldn't afford this place without help, or more hours. And she knew Benny would be less than understanding at this point. Sighing, she walked over and dropped onto the couch, picking up the paper. Thoughtlessly flipping through, she stopped when something caught her eye. The advertisement page had a large open space filled with the words ‘Your add here.' It was probably her best shot.
"Mom, I'm not going to stay here, I'm 28 years old!"
"But honey, you're more than welcome. And you just got back, where are you going to find a place to stay?"
"It'll be fine mom, I'll just crash here tonight and start looking in the morning." He kissed her on the cheek and headed off to his old room. He'd been gone for five years and it hadn't even changed. She must have really missed him. He sighed as he looked around, spotting the old calendar on the wall. Looking closer he found one date circled, the day he graduated college and left home. Four years before that marked day his dad had died, and it nearly took her too, but him leaving home must have been the hardest on her. He was her reason for living.
But he knew that she was proud of him as well. He went off into the world and was doing what he loved. And the treasure hunting had paid off, but he knew it was time to come home and help take care of her. The small fortune he had collected would last them both for a while, but with the bills piling up on the front porch, he knew he was going to have to get a job soon. Him living there and eating half her food would be no good either, so an apartment nearby was as good as it would get.
Turning and heading for his bed he smiled. A dark stained oak frame held a picture of all of them. His dad, a golden Leopard, smiling his usual charming and mischievous smile, his mom, the most beautiful Snow Leopard he'd even seen, looking ten years younger and much happier. Then in the middle was him, 18 years old wearing the ridiculous cap and gown from high school graduation. He looked the same as he did now, a pail orange like his mother, but short and hugging close like his father's did with the same strong circular black marks on his back, arms and face. His build was a curious mix between the two, just shy of oddly skinny like his mother, yet strong arms and legs like his father, and a very rare combination of one golden eye and one aqua. It only happened in Orange and Snow Leopard mixes, but even then it was hardly ever seen. He looked so smug in the picture, his black gown hanging open and his arms draped around his parents. It was the last family picture they had before the accident, and it was his mother's favorite.
He sighed again and dropped onto the bed, folding his arms behind him and staring at the poster of the Lion on Mount. Everest that he had tacked above him. Closing his eyes he smiled and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The soft rap on his door woke him softly, the way it always had. "Don, honey? Breakfast is ready!" He smiled, remembering every morning he had spent here.
"Be down in a minute, mom!" He sat up and looked around for a moment before shaking off nostalgia and reaching for his travel bag and a fresh set of clothes. Down at the table was toast, eggs, sausage, orange juice and the paper. He smiled and kissed his mom on the cheek. "Morning!" Sitting down he grabbed the paper and immediately opened to the advertisements.
"Oh, honey, why don't you finish eating before you start looking?"
"It's alright mom." He laid it out next to his plate and started spreading jelly on his toast. He skimmed a couple of them before one suddenly jumped out at him. He set down his toast and picked up the paper, looking closer.
Medium, two bedroom apartment
Furnished; kitchen, living room, two bath one shower, cable internet and phone
Looking for second tenant
First tenant: 30 year old Female Doberman
Has steady job, needs help with rent.
Checking the address, it was less than 5 miles from his mom's little house. "Perfect!"
She opened the door and dropped her keys on the table. In two days it would be the end of the month, and she still had no offers. She knew she would be in trouble if she had to pay for the month on her own. Almost as if on cue the phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Hi, my name is Don, I'm calling in response to the add you put in the paper about a second tenant. I can afford half the rent and can contribute to the utilities and food bills. That is, if the offer is still available."
"Don, you just got yourself an apartment! When can you move in?"
"I know it's short notice, but how about tomorrow?"
"How about today?" They both glanced at the clock. It was only four in the afternoon.
"Today sounds great!"
"Alright, I'll see you soon."
Inside an hour there was a strong knocking on the door. When it opened, they both came face-to-face with something they didn't expect. Don had never seen a female so well built before in his life, it was a struggle not to let his maw hang open. There seemed to be a large golf ball stuck in his throat as he tried to swallow and say hello. She stood, blocking his path, stunned into silence by his eyes. Never having seen someone with two different colored eyes before, she was transfixed.
When there was a hint of fear slowly creeping into his eyes, she snapped back to herself and realized she was blocking the door. "I'm sorry, come on in Don. Is that all your stuff?"
"U-um, yeah. It's everything. I-uh-travel light."
She closed the door behind him and led him to the second bedroom. He nervously followed her down the hallway, awestruck as the muscles in her back rolled when she turned the knob and opened the door. He gulped again as she stepped back and looked at him expectantly. Slowly approaching, he looked into the room. It was smaller than the one at his mom's place, but it was a decent enough size. Also spotlessly clean with a dresser, bed, nightstand with a lamp, drapes, and an overhead light.
He set his duffle, backpack and only box on the bed, which sank slightly beneath it; he sighed, grateful that the bed was soft. He looked back to the door way to see the built Doberman leaning on the door jam.
"It's not the biggest, but it's decent. And being on the second floor keeps the heating and cooling bills down." She looked over her shoulder into the hallway, before glancing back at him. "Would you like the tour?"
"Uh, sure. That would be great." She pointed out the door to her bedroom, the bathroom off the hallway with the shower, which was hot and cold, the living room and the kitchen.
"Usually I pick up groceries on my way home from work, so if there is anything you need me to get for you, just let me know, all the bills are paid within the first week of the month. Also, there is no smoking in the apartment, both my rule and the complex. If everything seems satisfactory to you, we can go over and sign all the paperwork first thing in the morning."
Looking around to avoid gawking at her, he nodded. "Yeah, this is great. I think this will work out well."
He turned back and she had one of the nicest smiles he's seen, though it still looked a little scary as she held out her muscular arm. Swallowing his uneasiness, he held out his hand and tried not to wince as she squeezed and shook it. "That's great! I'm Yvonne and it's great to have you here. It's really a big help, my last roommate moved a couple of weeks ago for family stuff."
"Yeah, it's a big help for me too, it was lucky I saw your add." He smiled back, hoping she was as nice as she seemed to be. They were the same height, but he knew he wouldn't be able to defend himself for long if things got ugly. He felt like a freshmen in college again just standing next to her. He had met some strong women when he was traveling, but nothing like this, she had to work out constantly.
When the silence rolled back in he finally let himself look her over. She seemed to be well built everywhere when he realized, to his slight discomfort, that she wasn't wearing a bra. But she also didn't seem to need one. Her feminine curves, thought hard to see, were definitely still there, and the way her pants hugged her legs was almost arousing. Yet she also wasn't popping the seams on everything thing she was wearing, which helped him relax. The fact that her muscles weren't bulging all the time mean she wasn't a body builder, which helped up him be much more at ease. But as he let his eyes travel back upward, he noticed she was watching him stare at her.
"Uh... sorry."
"It's alright. I get that reaction a lot."
He nodded slightly, pointing to his eyes. "I know what you mean."
"Yeah, I was actually wondering about that."
"My dad was an Orange Leopard and my mom is a Snow. It's a very rare trait, but my mom always loved it."
"Huh... I've never heard of it, but it sounds interesting." She smiled again before looking around. "Well, now that you've seen the place, we should probably try and get to know each other. Make sure this thing can really work."
"Sounds like a good idea." He followed her over to the three person couch and they sat down, looking at each other for long moments. "So, uh, where do you work?"
"Over at the Warehouse. I'm licensed to drive the specialty fork-lift there, and I do stock. Worked there for about ten years, while I was finishing college; ever since I got my license and the last guy got fire for taking out a whole wall with the damned thing. You can't drive it stoned, that's for sure." She laughed and he smiled, not wanting to laugh at anything that may not be funny till he knew her better. "What about you?"
"Oh, well I don't have a job yet. I just got back into town to help my mom with her bills. My dad died nine years ago and I'm all she's got. But don't worry about the rent. I've been all over the country treasure hunting and it's really paid off. I've got enough for at least two months and I'm planning on getting a job as soon as I can."
"That's great. What kind of stuff did you find?"
"Old relics, crystals; some of it pretty valuable. I kept some of it if you want to see it sometime. Mostly, for me, it was about the hunt and the find, but you have to sell some stuff, otherwise you can't afford to live."
"So what do you think you'll do?"
"Well, I studied a couple of different things in college so I should be able to find something."
"That's good." There was a long pause before Yvonne lifted herself off the couch. "Well I should probably get some diner cooking. Pasta ok with you?"
"Yeah, sounds great." He stayed on the couch and looked around as she headed into the kitchen. She seemed pretty ok, and they both seemed to really need this to work. Nodding for a moment he decided to give his mom a call and tell her that everything was going to be fine.
Don was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner. Yvonne seemed to do most of the cooking, so he took it upon himself to do most of the cleaning. At least until he got a job, then they would probably even out more. He glanced at the clock and it shown back bright green that it was 11 o'clock at night. She'd already been gone for three hours, he had no idea construction sites worked this late into the night.
He wasn't used to being alone in the apartment so late, this being the first part-time construction gig she'd taken since he moved in almost a week ago. It was kind of nice at first, but he got too bored and it was far too quite. Given so much time to himself he got to thinking, which he knew could lead to bad places.
It could have been from his lack of exposure to feminine women, but he was starting to see the beauty in Yv's muscular frame. He'd never had gay tendencies before, and she wasn't built that much like a man so he didn't think that had anything to do with it, but the movement of her muscles when she would look for something high in the cupboards, or the tightness of her ass when she bent low; it caused his breath to catch, even his skin to grow a little warm beneath his snow-orange fur. Thinking about it now was having the same effect. He closed his eyes as a shiver ran down his spin. It hadn't taken him long to put aside the sudden urges to work out and just accept that she was stronger than him. It didn't help that he doubted his form could get even that muscular if he wanted it to. But it never bothered him before, so he refused to let it now.
More thoughts came, unbidden into his mind. Wondering why she never wore a bra and remembering how awkward it was when the air was turned on that really hot day. Her nipples had turned rock hard and were practically piercing that tight-fitting muscle-T she was wearing. She had asked him if anything was wrong, not even noticing it herself; he simply shook his head and wouldn't look at her for a while. Actually, the affect it had on her form had been very alluring. It brought out the curves of her breast perfectly, now that he was really thinking about it.
His eyes popped open in surprises as his sheath gave a definite twitch. He looked around the apartment as if trying to find the cause for its behavior, though he certainly knew what it was. After staring down at himself in confusion for a very long minute, he finished drying the dish he had been holding and put it in the cupboard. Leaving a light on for Yv to see by when she got home, he headed off to his bedroom to deal with his confused loins.
Shifting his pants down just far enough, he sat on the edge of his bed and started to rub down his sheath, producing the glistening tip of his pink-shinned cock. He let out a moan as the cool air of the apartment licked it, starting another shiver up his shaft and into his gut in a delightful manner. As his actions produced more of his cock, he took a hold of it and started to stroke it.
It had been a while, as he had not been comfortable enough to do it in the proximity of his new roommate. His breath quickened as she fell back into his thoughts, and once she was there, she clearly had no intention of leaving. After a moment's pause Don went with the flow of his imagination, stripping her in his mind, which wasn't hard as her every curve could be seen well enough through her cloths. But it was still a sight to see, causing his breath to catch as he moaned softly.
Only a flicker of guilt crossed his mind at masturbating to the thought of his roommate; he was too lost in the intensity of her sarcastic stare. He was practically panting with pleasure when a noise in the hallway brought him crashing down from his high. A door sliding shut followed shortly by the shower turning on. Was she home? He glanced at the clock next to his lamp, currently off, on his bedside table. It was nearly midnight. He swallowed a lump in his throat, the wonder if she had heard him skittering across his stunned mind. How had he not heard her come in?
Though there was no way she could hear him over the shower, all his inspiration seemed to have vanish and his cock slowly slid back into his sheath. He felt nervous enough that he was twiddling his thumbs for what felt like forever. Looking at his clock, it was only ten minutes since as the water came to a stop. Getting up he headed for his door, not sure what he was going to say or how he would even ask if she had heard him. He turned away and then back again, almost like he was pacing. When the door to the bathroom slid open, he finally made for his door.
Opening it quickly, but quietly, the sight that awaited him made his jaw pop open inaudibly. With her very bare back to him, Yvonne was walking down the hallway to her door from the bathroom completely naked, rubbing her towel against the fur on the back of her head. As it slipped from her fingers and fell into a pile on the floor she turned. Don quickly closed the door, unnoticed, but not before getting a wonderful view of her entire front.
He had seen the light brown fur on the underside of her muzzle, the spots where her collar bone met in the middle, and inside her ears, but he had never imagined that that beautiful color was covering each firm breast, surrounding a taunt brown nipple spiking the cool air, and covering the one soft spot she possibly had. Though her entire legs were covered in the dark brown of the rest of her fur, starting where her hips met her legs and down farther than he could see, the soft light brown color ventured to enwrap her soft nether lips, probably venturing all the way back to the underside of her tail, which he had also never seen.
His back was pinned to the door and he didn't dare to breathe till he heard her door shut soft, but firmly. She had not seen him, and by her unknown display he gathered she had not heard him either. Though it was possible that was how she always left the shower, he didn't think she would have done it so if she had thought he was awake. He quietly praised himself for leaving his light of as he slowly ventured back to his soft bed, heaving a sigh as he laid back and sank into its cool warmth. As odd as his imagination had been before, his dreams would be more so, he was sure.
It had been a hard day, trying not to tackle every good looking man in sight. Going home would definitely not be the release it used to be when Sharon was there and understood her troubles. She knew better than to tell the guys at work, as they would start to point out the better ones for the opportunity. None of them had ever seen her interested in a guy; some probably even thought she was a dyke, but it never bothered her like it did now.
What would Don say if she told him? The sudden image of her frisking the smaller feline sent a shiver down her spine and she dismissed the idea. Sharon would probably be at the hospital with her father, and she wouldn't want to pull her away from that for something silly as this... She would just have to deal with her heat alone. A whimper nearly escaped her as she continued about her work.
The hours left till she could go home seemed to tick by so slowly as the fire in her loins seemed to burn hotter. She didn't remember it being as bad as this since a long time back. About as long as she had been living with Sharon. The company of a woman, just to talk about it, as girly as it seemed, made the desires, the tension lesion. Again her thoughts drifted to Don and the image of her riding him till he screamed her name nearly made her drop the stack she was lifting.
"Hey, careful there Yvonne. You're off your game today, is every alright?"
"Yeah, Fred, I'm fine. Just not focusing." She tried to smile at the White Lab reassuringly, but her shoulder was clapped by Nick's strong paw.
"You're focusing alright, just not here. What's up, you know you can tell us." They both smiled at her, and she smiled back, but on the inside she was laughing, knowing how they would really handle the situation. They would probably drag her outback and pound her till she lost consciousness. They wouldn't do it to be bad, but she knew Nick was a nymph and Fred's had the hots for her since he started there two years ago.
"Really I'm fine. I'll be back to my old self by tomorrow, I guarantee." She knew she could pull it off, her first day was always the worst, and from then on it was smooth sailing over rough seas.
By the time she hit the door she was exhausted. She dropped her keys and kicked off her shoes, intending to sit on the couch for a few minutes so she could regain enough energy to make it to her bed, and maybe even relieve some of her tension. But as she leaned on the arm, trying to guild herself over, she heard a door opened and looked down the hallway. Her heart jumped as Don looked up at her surprised, standing outside his door with only his pants on and a towel in his hands.
"Hey, I didn't know it was four already, must have been gone a while. I just got back from a job hunt a little while ago. It's hot as hell out there and I'm sweating like mad so I was going to take a shower."
As he spoke her eyes glossed over his soft white-orange stomach fur, hiding some fairly toned abs. Immediately her loins were back up to burning intensity and her thoughts from work came rushing back, almost knocking her off balance. She had to look away before she knocked him down.
"Hey, you ok? You don't look so good." He took a few steps toward her and she had to hold her breath, the smell of his sweat sending so many signals to her brain. "You should probably lie down; need help getting to your room?"
She looked up at his worried face long enough to shake her head. "No, I'll be alright." Her voice was so unsteady, she worried he would try to reach for her. "I am going to lie down though."
"Alright, well I shouldn't be long in the shower, so give me a holler if you need anything." She nodded, not looking at him, and waited for him to close the bathroom door before she even dared to venture toward the hallway, not wanting to risk being out there when he finished.
She made it till she was even with his door and she noticed it was left partway open. Unable to help herself, she pushed it lightly, peaking in. Suddenly the smell of his sweat hit her senses like a brick to the face. Glancing down she knew it was from the shirt he had discarded on the floor. The urges running, burning through her veins was too much for her to handle.
As much as she tried to stop herself, it was like she was watching from far away as she turned and knocked on the sliding door. "One second." Don shouted over the fan as he pulled his pants back up and pulled the door back. She could feel her eyes burn with hunger as she took in the sight of him standing in front of her, his pants unbuttoned and inviting.
The moment she reached out and grabbed his arms she came rushing back, but not to stop herself, only to push him harder into the opposite wall, her maw smashing into his. His eyes were wide, staring at her closed ones as her maw assaulted his, her tongue forcing its way past his lips. She pressed her body up against his, grinding her stabbing nipples into his chest, the heat of their fur rubbing against each other making her moan into his open maw.
He hardly knew what to do as her paws released his arms and started to travel down his sides, pulling at the waistband of his pants and boxers. Of their own accord, his paws rose to her shoulders and tried to push her back. He knew she wasn't even budging but he pushed anyway, yet he didn't want her to stop. In the mornings since he had seen her naked in the hallway, he had filled his room with shouts of her name as he furiously stroked his cock. It was unintentional the first time, but after he couldn't seem to help himself.
He could feel her muscles rippling under his paws and his cock started to slip out of his sheath. Her paws finally hooking his bands and ripping them down, brushing the tip as it started to protrude, making him moan into her maw. She never even paused as she dropped to her knees and locked her lips around his tip. His own maw fell open and his head leaned back against the wall he had been shoved against, amazed at the suction she had with so little of him freed.
It wasn't long, however, till she was sliding her maw up and down his whole length, dragging her teeth ever so lightly across his feline barbs. A shiver started and worsened as she pulled away from him. Opening his eyes, he saw her stand and start to pull her shirt over her head, revealing that beautiful light brown. His paw was immediately drawn to it, wanting so bad to feel it's softness beneath his paw pads. And he was not disappointed.
Unlike the muscles in her shoulders, her breasts were firm, but forgiving against his own grip. Her moans filled the bathroom as she stepped closer to him, mashing his paw between their chests and began to grind against him, pre starting to stain the thigh of her pants. Moving her own paws between them, she managed to up button her own pants and the smell of her heat completely overpowered him. Realization was somewhere in the back of his mind, but all care was lost in the feel of her muscled fur pressed against his.
Grabbing him behind the neck she thrust their maws together again, pulling him away from the wall and turning to slam him into the counter. Pain shot through him as his back connected, but his shout as his maw broke free from hers only seemed to spur her on. As her other paw reached down the wrap around his cock, his care for his own pain vanished. Pulling him back to her, she turned him again, only this time gravity took them both as he fell to the floor through the doorway. His gasp broke their maws apart as she landed on all fours above him, staring down at him with an even deeper hunger in her eyes.
Getting up to her knees, she started to pull her pants down past her hips, teasing him with more of her lighter browned fur. But as she slid them down past her butt, it was not her sweet lips he saw. Though her smell hit him like a train, his view was blocked by one, bikini strapped piece of underwear. When she had finally worked her pants over her muscled legs and kicked them off her feet, Don's paw rose to her hips, gripping the tiny material.
When her eyes did not reject, in one motion he had them down by her knees. Her eyes closed and her head leaned back, a look of complete freedom splashed across her face. She worked them the rest of the way off, at the same time positioning herself across his crotch, the heat from her own almost melting him like candle wax.
She fell back to her knees and paw above him, a sly smile on her face. One paw traveled down his stomach to meet his spire and wrapped around its base. He grunted at the force of it, but reveled in the feel of someone else's paw. It had been so very long. But no memories in his mind could have prepared him for the sensation as she slammed herself down on him, ever toned muscle inside her squeezing him like a stress ball.
He moaned aloud, her name slipping from his lips once again as she held herself there, her own maw gaping open. As much control as she had over her own body, it had been far too long since she had been filled to this extent. She had hardly noticed he was a good eight inches inside her, his barbs trying to press back against her walls, trying to grip her in place.
Letting her head roll back, she took her hand away from his based and started sliding herself up and down on him, a steady growl building in her throat. She gripped the doorjamb for support as her speed quickened at an alarming rate. It was almost painful, yet so exhilarating as she rode him hard and fast. He never remembered this kind of pressure till she through her head back and howled. He gasped and gripped her legs hard, trying to hold back from cumming as her own hot juices tried to sear his flesh.
As she sat on him, holding the doorjamb, he smiled. In her moment of weakness, he sat up and pulled her hips down, thrusting himself into her. Her eyes rolled and her strength gave just enough for him to off balance her. Working his legs around he got her on her back on the tile floor, and balanced above her. It had only begun to register in her eyes the position she was in as he started to slide in and out of her with near as much force as she had rode him.
Her maw gaped and her legs rose, wrapping around his waist. At first he had trouble breathing, but turned just so he kept thrusting. She was lost between pants and moans as he rammed into her, hot juices starting to come free. This time he knew he couldn't hold back, feeling her gripping at him again. Her hips were bucking against his as he slammed back with his own, forcing every inch of him deep into her.
Finally they both erupted, his grunting drowned out by another howl. All he could do was pump into her till there was nothing left. It took the remainder of his strength to not collapse on her. The pressure inside her still too great for his cock to start receding, he looked down at her as she seemed to come back to the world.
Her eyes were worried, but he smiled down at her, thrusting lightly. "Next time you're in heat, just tell me."