Breach of Territory Ch 2
Ch 2. Dirty and Clean
Solace finishes the leg and burps, covering her maw with one paw and blushing slightly, mewling out "Scuse me." She looks up at his words and follows, greatful for the chance to be clean for once. She pauses at his warning, shaking a little at the vibe she gets from the room more than his actual words. She pads off towards him once more, and gasps when she enters the room. She's never seen such a contraption before, and just blinks a few times at the raw beauty before padding in, lapping a few times at the water from a combination of thirst and wanting to check the temperature before looking up at him for reassurance and stepping in.
The feeling of the water invigorates her, and she rolls in the water before grabbing some of the nearby soap and beginning to scrub from head to toe, her eyes closing as she purrs with contentment. She leans under the flow, and lets the soap sluice from her short silky fur. As she does so, the dirt and mattes begin to slip away, exposing the rich green and vibrant white underbelly of her coat.
He watches her for a moment, sitting at the edge as the small amount of soap is used on the filthy kitty. The dire wolf not minding the view as that fur clings to her frame outlining every contour, and the bright illustrious colours starting to show as they should. While she is still soapy the wolf slips into the water, near the falling water it was deepest, past shoulder height but getting shallower in the other directions, most leading to a wall the other to the small strip of heightened rock before leaving the room, moving behind her in the swirling, spitting pool of luke warm water he cups his paws to collect some water and splashes it over the back of her neck, making sure there is no soap there.
He moves a little closer while she has her fun and tilts his muzzle just behind her neck, slow like a predator as his paws at the same time casually slip around just under her chest, locking in place, or as best they can on her soapy, slippery form. Muzzle opening and biting firmly on her scruff, sinking fangs deep into that green fur in a powerful grip, drawing crimson around the bite on the feline as he gives one single low growl, rumbling through his chest against her back warning her to not struggle.
Solace jumps as he enters the water, but relaxes as the water splashes onto her. She stretches, each bone popping, totally relaxed despite the male being in the water. After all, this is his home. She stiffens in fear and begins to tremble when he grabs her, mewling plaintively as her claws instinctively dig into his arms. She immediately goes slack in his arms when his teeth clamp in, squalling as her eyes widen in fear. She shudders and nods softly at his warning, figuring if she's going to be eaten, she might as well not fight, it'll be over quicker.
Rune holds her there several moments, trying to gauge if she is going to try to struggle and making a further delighted growl as she doesnt, pulling her body back against his the wolf murmurrs into her soaking neckfur, biting a little harder and piercing the skin when the sharp kitty nails dig into his arms "The meal wasn't free, little mountain lioness" with that his paws slip up her midsection, caressing the soapy form firmly and grasping her breasts, cupping each in a paw and squeasing before starting to let the soapy mounts slip around in his paws, rubbing all the more firmly against her to work up a lather as he plays with them regardless of any protests.
Soon the wolf presses his forepaws down against the lowest side fo the water, pushing the soapy kitty down on all fours with him, two very dark figures huddled in the badly lit natural pool "Ever been with a male yet?" he grins, knowing the answer as he slowly grinds his plump sheath up between those cream shaded thighs, charcoal mingling with her green fur as he haunches over her as if she were a shadow.
The cat trembles hard, leaning back and gasping as his hands grab her, the twisting and molding of her breasts sending fire through her veins to her core. She feels her body sink into his with the rubbing and she begins to move back against him, a heady feeling sinking into her mind as a need like she's never known races through her instincts. She drops with him, and feels his sheath grinding into her, drawing a moan from her lips behind a deep, gutteral purr. She blinks at her reaction, and by his words, not entirely understanding him. "If you mean like this... no" She mewls out softly before dipping her back and yowling.
He tightens his bite on the back of her neck, piercing the skin now with the longest two fangs, sabres locking in past muscle and sinew with a slow crunch. Enjoying the pain they would surely dominate her senses at first, the other sharp points threatening to add to the wounds, even in her slightly malnourished state the big wolf rested a great deal of his weight on her back, forepaws to either side of hers in the water, keeping her still as he docked that sheath between her legs, hips cupping as he slowly rubbed his frame against her soapy one, one of his forepaws coming back up to squeeze and fondle her slick, soapy breasts firmly with the same disregard a predator would show its prey.
Having her firmly closed in his dark and enclosed den felt wonderful, complete control over what the 'guest' could and couldn't do and only a fierce snarl rumbling through his chest and into her neckfur in reply to her quiet words, he wanted the mountain lioness to aknowledge his control, alpha status in his cave that anything in it belonged to him. He spends a long few moments holding her to let the anitipation all but break down the skittish feline mentality with little choice but to hold up the weight he was pressing on her or let herself slump down below the water.
Solace squirms as his jaw clamps down, mewling out a half snarl of fear and anxiety as the pain sears through her shoulders and head. Kill or be killed sets in, quickly pushed away with the splash her movement makes, reminding her just how precarious her hold on life is at this moment. She lets out a long mrowl of pure heat as she braces herself. Her mind snaps then, all instinct leaving her as a strange peace comes into her nerves. She stretches hard against his sheath, purring against his savage touch as she fully submits to his whim, her place becoming crystal clear. It's submit or die, and she makes her choice in an instant of immense heat.
Rune smirks to himself at her brief struggling, pinching her nipples hard between jet black claws as she starts to settle under him, accepting her place here and causing a victorious sounding growl to rumble through her neckfur, he could feel the heat against his sheath and a shiver of excitement works its way through on getting to be the first to breed the lioness, his whole body rocking against and rubbing down on her soapy wet form, slick and easy for his body to slide against getting soapy itself to work them both well lathered which if anything made their bodies feel all the closer pressed together.
The huge wolf snorts steam, accepting nothing but her unconditional submission to his every whim, rocking her smaller form back and forth and now grinding that plump sheath against her soft pink folds to swiftly draw out the tapered tip which dribbles precum directly against her cunny from the rubbing, the potent scents of his arousal all too apparent in the room while the swelling continues until his girthy member in its full glory was being dragged against her hot pussy lips and throbbing there just desperate to enter.
She growls heatedly when his claws close on her nipple, her virgin hips jerking back as though she were a veteran. Her purrs vibrate them both as her legs strain under his weight, claws digging vainly for hold on the smooth stones. She yowls at the closeness as their bodies slide together. Her ears flick back at his snort, laying completely behind her skull as his tip emerges. Her body screams for him as she peals out mewlingly, a sound of fear betrayed completely by her body as her folds work at his tip, pulsing hard in pure and abject need.
He sinks his fangs into her neck deeper, now the others joining the two larger sabres embedded in her neck as he locks his jaws down to hold her with another firm crunch of muscle and sinew being pierced through, the jaw pressure the canid could exert should he want to was staggering so her thick scruff took little effort and rewarding him with that sweet coppery taste of blood.
Testing her in this, to feel that needy grinding back against his member even through the pain as if weighing her up between meal or a fucktoy, and before long he lines up that tapered cocktip, the wolf nearly silent apart from the slightly heavier breathing so close to her sensative ears before with a grunt thrusting hard into her pussy, felines more built for smaller members as their males tend to be far less endowed than canines and the lioness proved no different, his hips and legs tensing against her as it only takes one forceful thrust to ram himself in to the hilt, stretching her tight cunt out around the contours of his throbbing cock and utterly decimating the hymen not caring if he makes her bleed, making her truly his. She hisses as his fangs clamp through, her head spinning slightly as her blood starts to really flow. It contrasts sharply to the green fur and the soapy suds in the area, stinging in as the fluids mix in the wound. She arches, raising him higher with a superfeline strength, born of an instinctual effort to drive him inside her. She feels his thoughts, and just starts to move in need, her nostrils flaring as her scent suddenly mixes with his as she cums slightly, slicking her hole and readying her for his massive erection.
She squalls louder than she ever has as he enters her, feeling her tissues rip and stretch to accomodate him pain echoing through her skull. She freezes for a moment, stuck in the long squall that wears her out, squeaking to a halt on a harsh sob as the pain overcomes anything else, feeling nothing but him... piercing her so fully, weighing her down; his maw enclosing her in a savagely stimulating grip. She mewls out, and just begins to move.
Ch.3 The Roots of Submission.
COMING SOON!