My Royal Property 2
Damn. It felt so good.
It felt so naughty, so wrong
But damn it was good.
Leslie thought over in her head.
She dreamed on, tears drying
As her nether regions became cold
Sweat and cum, drool and juices
Still sitting on her body, remnants of the night
Pain and ecstasy, how could he do it?
With no introduction, and no formality
He took it without permission.
She cried and cried
Outwardly sad,
Inside she longed for him to do it again.
To bring her to that threshold and push her over the edge
And take his property again
She loved it. Him inside
Pulsing her walls
Rubbing his hot fur against her ass
And making her beg,
Like a commoner.
Stretching her pussy lips and forcing himself into
Every soaking crevice of her warmth.
Not knowing what to truly think,
She had been left, karma was a bitch
At least he promised to be gentle next time.
OH God, there was a next time.
She fell to her side and curled into herself.
Semen still swashing around inside of her.
Trey smiled to himself. Her body loved it.
She was cute, lying on the floor sleep,
She could not be comfortable, the floor was not fitting
She would enjoy next time.
He used a warm towel to clean her and then the floor.
Scooping her into his arms
she nestled deep into his chest fur
her body's quivering stopped
her hair fell to the side and
the redness of her cheeks fading
he carried her through the door
Located at the back of the cave.
The wall pulled up and reveled a
Simple room with a simple theme
Red satin sheets on square frame
Made of the darkest oak and finest wood
He laid her gently on the bed covering her
With the soft sheets
He planted a loving kiss on her cheek
whispering sweetly into her ear
"I Love You...
you will see the difference"
Feeling the smooth sheets sink
Under her weight, the blanket wrap
Around her body like
Loving arms of warmth and affection
Comfort and exhaustion taking its toll
She dipped into the darkness
She could still, faintly, hear his breathing
It coming closer, and the words spoken
Equal only to the heat of his breath
Shook her to the core as sleep again overtook her
Trey went from the bed
Out of the cave and into the forest
He grabbed up several stones and dark berries
Twigs and branches, petrified by time
He walked to the river only a mile, uphill, away
From there he could see the kingdom lights
The gasoline candles burning bright over the night watch
The same watch that he so cleverly evaded and dupped.
Walking into the river he let the cool water
Flow trough his fur, pulling loose hairs
And smoothing it down till
His fine muscle tone could be seen shimmering
Like diamonds in moonlight.
His bath was brief and cold but worthwhile
He crawled out of the water using the branches as a comb,
He pulled any left over fur away.
He grabbed the berries and rubbed them over his fur
Slowly massaging the sweet smell into his skin
It also gave his fur a slight red on black tint.
It gave him the look of a finely woven silk blanket.
Looking around he was sure the berry smell would attract his prey.
Moving the rest of the black berries that he collected to the side
And the unused branches into a pile bound by vines
He threw the remaining red berries into the water
He sat, silent, still, waiting,
Peering into the night
.....his quarry soon showed its presence
the berries slowly disappearing
a hard, moonlight patterned shell
moved across the water.
With a noise tempting movement
The wind shimmered and the water rippled
A loud SPLASH and wet paw gripping a turtle
Rose from the air-born droplets.
Gathering all his materials he packed and headed home
To his love, his woman, his mate
The walk home was calm
And the stony visage of the cave was a welcome site
He pulled the wooden, makeshift, door closed
And stored his supplies in a corner.
He wanted so badly to sleep-
Sleep in the bed with her, hold her through the night
But he needed to guard the cave
Animal instincts demanded it.
He pulled a blanket from the back of the cave
And curled up against the hidden wall
Sleeping the night away...guarding.
The morning sun rose like an egg in the pan
Trey was up, cooking some breakfast
The Veal steaks and eggs aroma
Woke a vision of a girl from a deep sleep
The smells kissed her like prince charming
To a sleeping beauty
And her eyes opened to the world,
The dim lighting of the room fading
Into a kitchen.
He was in there, standing over a stove
Nude.
The firmness of his body barely showing
Through his auburn and black fur.
The cut of his calf muscles prime
And rising through firmness to
A butt that while relaxed seemed to hold power
The fur on his back rose up and over
covering most of his definition to her eyes.
He must have felt her stare
cause he looked over his shoulder
into her eyes and she felt a chill
not fear but a quiver of danger.
He shook his head and spoke in his deep voice
Similar to royalty but without the heavy formality she was used to.
"Come to the table, breakfast is ready"
Without hesitation her stomach pulled her to go
Dragging the red blanket to hide her body
Trey smiled at her shyness,
he could see he eyes wondering over his body
stopping at his sheath, admiring it.
The deep pink tip beginning to show,
He sat the plates on the table
And finally after the long night
Grabbed her in his arms and held her close
At first she resisted from fear
Soon she melted into his fur
The smell of berries filling her nose
His warmth forcing through the sheets
Making her nipples erect
She could feel his heart beat and taste his odor
Filling the air around her
Her legs quivered as his
Cock inched out of its sheath
Pressing against her lower lips
They broke the hug slowly,
Not knowing what to say,
Trey putting forth all effort to not take her there.
To snatch the sheet away and prove his maleness
Make her shake and quake against his power
And feel her cum around his dick, moaning the whole time
After a moment of silent holding
Trey spoke up "Let's eat and I'll explain"
He grabbed the edge of the sheet,
Getting a snout-full of her scent
He tied it off so she felt comfortable.
Pulling out a chair, and her
Happily sitting down.
"I love you" he said over bites of steak.
"truly, but not by choice." He spoke earnestly.
"The moon of my change cast a spell
on me and the first women worthy of the gift. This person was you"
He looked at her and saw the partial confusion in her face
But he asked anyway "do you understand?"
She nodded and asked "Why me?"
"I don't know. I know that in order to finish the spell
I had to mate with you. The large amount of semen I
Put into you last night triggered the completion of the first spell.
You now mentally and physically love me."
He paused and began eating again.
Lesile could not believe it. She was forced into this!
How dare he, how dare this spell. Yet she wanted his love
And wanted to return it,
In her smooth, angel light, voice
Her words surprised him, they surprised her.
"I think, I-I think I can be...ok with that."
His ears perked up as he finished the steak
Maybe the night would be interesting.
Could she take the gift, willingly
They ate the rest, steak and eggs
Filled to bursting with flavor
The spice between them heating
Each to the bone.
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He took the plates and sat them on the counter
To full of veil to wash them now
He would attend to them later
Or maybe she would
Wearing only a petty apron...
Hmm the thought was tasty
Flavored spicy like steak
She looked at him, quietly
He was lost in thought
And she knew not what to say
What would befall her
What was next?
He turned to Leslie
hoping his thoughts could be hidden
he was mildly successful his erection was
only half showing and he covered it by walking into the table
and hoping it would hide it enough.
"So uuhhh do you have any questions?"
he said glaring into her eyes,
"What's next?" she spoke shyly.
He wanted to tell her the truth
That what was next could be it.
Instead he bowed his head
Speaking with monotony
"You will become my wife,
My cubs mother, and my partner
For life."
The thought was not a bad one
She could stand to bury herself
Nestle deep in him.
He seemed loving,
Caring and kind
Most girls weren't lucky enough
To get a husband who cared,
Except about their body, bah!! Looks are
things that love disregards.
"Well do you love me, truly? Do you think
we could have loved without this "spell"?"
She looked him confidently in the eyes,
almost defiant of the spell.
"Yes, and no. The full moon brings out the full potential of the animal in me,
It's not always the same. Sometimes it's love, anger, sadness, hunger, humor even, or all. Once that happens ...I can do very little. That poses a danger to you. So while I love you as a person and the spell enhances that, the animal can terminate that anytime."
He paused a moment to let it sink in, before continuing.
"That's why I can say that I truly love you but not by choice. I don't want to put you in any danger."
He broke down and told her the danger. He was afraid of this moment. She would yell
And run into the night, never to be seen again. He risked it all and he anticipated the outcome. He hung his head and already le the emptiness of her loss fill him.
"Then that's enough for me." She spoke softly.
She could feel the sadness in the air
Read it in his eyes. He wanted so badly to let go
To attach to her but he was afraid.
She was compelled to love him
and she decided that she would risk it.
She would be the one to bond with.
He was a kind soul and deeply wanted
someone to be with. It seemed a small request,
But somehow they would manage.
She stood up from the table
Slowly walking towards him
She wanted to make him understand
She was willing to try
Try and succeed to be his and
Make him hers
He could not see it, his eyes were content
on staring at the ground
the knot in the sheet that held it up
becoming undone by her hand
and the velvet red fabric hit the ground
with a silent flutter of wind.
Leslie now nude wrapped her arms around
Trey. Burying her face in his fur
Smelling the sweet berries feeling the warmth
From his body again.
This time she did not pull away
She held tighter, moving her arms around his head and
Letting him feel her heart beat.
Her nipples rubbed against his chest
Becoming hard and sensuous
His arms rubbed her back, making the hair
On the back of her neck rise.
Trey thought, as he reached down
To kiss her "She loves me, she really love me"
His muzzle meeting her lips in passion
Her small soft tongue slid past his teeth
And he massaged it with his
Her body pressed against his, her erect
Nipples on him, his cock
Began to rise out of his furry sheath.
She reached down cupping it in her hand
Gently massaging the ruffled fur
Trey leaned into the kiss
Pushing his larger tongue into her mouth and rolling it around
He wanted to taste her, he lowed it across her teeth and
Gently pushed into her cheek. Finally as he was reaching a semi full erection
He pushed it to the back of her throat. He felt her gag, and just as quickly relax
She felt the wet and warm organ
Pushing to the back of her throat
She gagged at first but she accepted it
It would make him happy, and it felt good
Like drinking warm tea and having it sloshed
With sugar and mixed inside your mouth
He tasted as good as the breakfast he just made
He groped her buttocks sliding the tip of his claw
Up to her sex letting his animal instincts take over he lifted
Her off her feet into his arms. Holding their kiss until they both needed air to breath
He carried her to the bed, now sheet-less it was white cloth
He placed her on the bed, gasping for breath.
His tongue hung out his mouth as he looked down on her
Lust clearly engraved on his face
He watched her sink into the bed, her body the only thing with color
On a planet of white. Her pink blushing skin and red sex calling him.
He kissed her feet. Licking between the toes, to tickle her.
And oh, her laughter was exquisite it hardened his erection,
And he licked faster. Up her smooth legs that tasted
Of nectar, to her moist sex.
He slowly, painfully and agonizingly slowly,
Made his way from the bottom of her sex to the tip of her
Clit. Using the rough texture of his tongue and the pressure from his lips
To make her rise from the sheets. She could see the brown in his eyes
Watching her every reaction
After minutes of steady quickening he finally stopped,
For only a second as he rubbed his fingers over her breast and down her stomach
He dug the tip of his finger into her sex
To feel her heat
He slide his tongue back to her sex,
The taste making him want more and more
As he reached his wet tongue in deep,
She must have been surprised
As soon as he hit her clit with his nose,
His tongue buried as deep as it would go
She came. He could feel her inner muscles
Squeeze his tongue and her juice was channeled down his tongue
To his throat and finally he had his fill.
She was shaking as the waves of pleasure hit her,
She felt the familiar tingle and her body glow as the
Orgasm ht her, the aftershocks causing her to shake as
He rose over her. She saw him adjust his self before slowly inserting
The tip into her sex. It felt so good,
All she could do was nod her head as scoot forward to
Accept him.
His girth stretched her a little, and he pushed inch after inch into her
Stopping where he felt her contract on him.
She saw on his face that he wanted to take control but was holding back
She pulled herself, weakly, to hold her arms around his neck,
The thick fur preventing her from feeling his skin through it.
She whisper into his ear, a words that floated like butterflies
On the wind. "Take me, I'm yours. Just do it." Sexy and slow
Was how she said it. It sunk in and he looked into her eyes before
Relinquishing control to his instincts. He jammed his girth into her
And she arched her back, in both pleasure and pain.
Her juices making it easier for him to slide in.
He pulled back and slammed home again, roughly banging against her clit
She was loving every second. Faster and faster he pounded against her
Till he slammed hard, shoving the air out of her, and held it.
She came around his cock, wetting him
to the pulled back fur of his sheath
as his knot entered her sex. Pulling he lips away from each other
It was intense heat as he finally slipped in, a small inhaled heard form both off them.
He held himself inside her. Enjoying the small tremors for her sex
He was feeling it come on, but he wanted to wait and enjoy the feeling
As long as possible. He thrust hard, leaning down over her shoulder.
She could hear the grunting noises and smell his breath as he made
Small rammings into her. 8,9,10 and on the last
Held with all his force, pulling her onto his cock as best he could
He came with all his force. Sending spurt after spurt into her.
As soo as the first hot burst entered her she shiver and came
The feeling seemed to never subside.
He was filling her with his cum till she could hold no more.
Making her, his and she making him hers.
They rode the wave for several minutes before their orgasm stopped.
Enjoying holding each other and slow, soft kisses. Occasionally
he would pull a little and give her a jolt of pleasure.
They wade heavily into each other until a sloppy pop was heard
And a copious amount of juices hit the bed. He kissed her again
Relinquishing his hold on her, regrettably he fetched towels to clean and
Sheets for the bed.
He grabbed her limp body and placed her on a blanket
That he spread on the floor. He cleaned the bed and placed
A layered cheesecloth and fur sheet on the bed. He grabbed
A matching blue blanket from a box under the bed and lifted his new
Wife into the covers. He laid next to her covering them both with the blanket
And whispered "Thank you" into her ear.
She replied by scooting against him. Softly speaking in a voice filled with exhaustion
"What is your name?" The thought occurred to her.
She had loved him and did not know his name only his face and body.
He said "Trey, but you can call me yours, love, you can call me yours"
And now they were each others property.