Sem & Kiyara
Author's note: Howdy folks. Yes, it is I, pyrostinger. I'm not dead! No, no.. I've just been very, very busy for a very long time. However, I'm finally going to submit something new in terms of Roommates, though it has absolutely no bearing on anything in the series. It's also woefully, distressingly short.
Such is life.
However, I AM working on the next chapter, so never fear. In the meantime, enjoy this little bit.
Toodles!
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Sem and Kiyara
It just sorta... happened. Well... maybe not suddenly. But the tension had been building all day. Until... in the afternoon... the tension just...
...burst. All it took was a flick of her tail, and then...
"Oh... my... gods...!" gasped Kiyara, her nails buried into Sem's neck, her legs around his shoulders.. She dragged them down to the panther's back, a small tremor encompassing her entire body as the panther took her. Over... and over... and over...
"Ki... yara...?" had been Sem's question, a thrill overtaking his senses, her tail sliding over his nose. They had been sitting, studying together, something they actually did fairly well together... And then...
He couldn't control himself. He found that... he didn't want to control himself. All he wanted was her. Breakfast... again. In bed. Best served with the one you loved. And he feasted upon her with abandon, his tongue dragging over her core, in her core, around her core, anywhere so long that it was her, and only her.
How long had it been? A week... a month? Already had they fallen so hard? That they're very senses tingled at the sight of each other? How long had it been? How long does it have to be before love forges it's bonds? Does love at first sight truly exist?
Yes... no... maybe... it didn't matter.
All Kiyara wanted was for Sem to stop teasing her like that. Stop being so damn shy... stop backing one step when she took one forward. Yet it made the rewards all the more interesting... when he finally opened up, physically, emotionally. It wasn't... impossible to get him to speak his mind... or his heart. If she were to whisper "I love you" in his ear, he would respond, though it might take a bit for him to do so, his blush fading from his face. And sometimes, she enjoyed egging him on, prodding him more than necessary, pulling out his porn collection and watching it while he went to the bathroom.
For... often... it would lead to...
"...FUCK!" she screamed, not caring who heard it, small barks coming out of her muzzle as he dug his claws into her inner thighs, spreading her wider. Her world came crashing down around her, eyes tightly shut, that damned feline tongue torturing her sweetly until her dam ran dry. For now. She could smell him, his companion arousal, wanting to sate it... knowing her channel would fill once again.
For his part, he came down his daze, her scent pushed into his nostrils and making him light-headed. Breed, breed, breed was the constant thundering message in his temples, pushing out all other desires except for that of her. For her, he traversed her body, drinking in the light sheen of sweat under fur, knowing in some dark corner of his little-used instinctual mind that she would like this. Up, up, up he went, until they're lips met in a kiss, her longer tongue wrestling his to the ground.
How sweet it is, to be loved by you...
She rolled him over then, and he knew what she wanted. After, when instinct had subsided and they lay, him coping with what she brought out of him yet relieved that she did, her in an almost-drunken state of happiness, they would talk... and she would tell of her secrets, gently bringing him to tell of his own. He did... if only to spend that much more time with her, as intensely embarrassing as it was. Or... they would just talk. Of mundane things... of trivial things... she would bring him into her world and he into his. Sharing...
...pleasure, her teeth were. She would nip and nip and nibble all up and down his neck, licking it after, licking him, as she lowered herself onto him. There would be no props this time... the need was too great for preparation.
...breed, breed, breed...
"Yiff!" she whimpered, the call escaping her muzzle like a thief. Her muzzle was pointed outward, eyes closed for this moment as they're bodies met again. Another call was prompted from her, an answering grunt from him, and there they made love, her controlling the pace, paws tightening in each other, leaving dear (if embarrassing when noticed, for him) marks. As he loved her, he moved up into her, and she onto him, as she loved him.
How do I love you? Let me thrust the ways...
Sem's claws scraped down her back, her rump, grasping there and pushing, feeling his own temperature rising, feeling need, love, lust, want, encompass his very soul. Loving her dearly... lustfully...
"Ah...!" was the cry, from the two so intertwined it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Even they're starkly differing fur colors seemed to meld, as they came together.
And came together.
They kissed... the self-assured vixen and the self-effacing panther, holding each other tightly, the lovely buzz folding over them like a gentle blanket.
"I love you..." was the whisper.
And, without missing a beat, for the first time: "I love you, too..."
They rested together, content to be with each other, as they are, clothes cascaded around the bed in a haphazard fashion. Later, he would realize that they wasted a half-hour of studying time on each other. Not long after that, he would correct himself.
They had wasted a half-hour of together time studying.