Of the Wanted and the Royal (WIP) Pages 10-13
(9 an u pdate for those of you who are following my weekly updates ^^)
It was like a burst of white fire, a sense of lost containment, a tight opening that only letting loose could satisfy. Her maw, her soft tongue, the rolling, gliding feeling of that thin feline muscle was all that Avrik could think about as his paw massaged and gripped her gorgeous red mane. His mind didn't settle on the throbbing of his shaft, or the pleasure he was giving her, no, he was being selfish and he was going to enjoy the workings of this panthress. His eyes squinted open as he lowered his head, maw open, husky pants, and a gaze that locked with her own, as Revelle looked back up, giving the wolf a wink. The sight was something he wasn't expecting, he was expecting the sight of a feline bobbing back and forth on his hard shaft, but not the sight of shining emerald eyes, a soft moan, and the puffed cheeks of someone who obviously enjoyed what they were doing.
"T-that's enough Mhahhh, I think..." Avrik moaned out, letting his head roll back once more as the feeling of a sliding tongue took him by surprise yet again. However, there was no response, not a single sign that the girl was going to stop. She continued to bob, moan, and shiver with the utmost pleasure, why of course, her needs were being met.
It wasn't until Avrik gripped her mane and pulled her head back from his dripping rod that the feline not only stopped, but gasped for a breath of air. A strand of saliva and pre-cum mix seemed to connect her maw to the head of his throbbing shaft, before breaking and shamefully letting the wet drip fall onto the bed below them. Revelle looked up, panting, taking in the moment of silence as she and the rogue stared back at one another, one accepting of the pleasure, the other accepting of giving it. Her mane was ruffled now however, locks of scarlet hair falling over her face from where the wolf had gripped and let go. Hot breaths left her maw and tickled along the red shaft that throbbed between Avrik's legs, making the rogue gasp as each breath cooled down that hot saliva that dripped from it.
"What's next...," she paused to lick her lips and wiggled her cute, heart-shaped ass behind her, "Master." The final word slipped from her maw like a cool glass of water on a hot day, or in laments terms; like a sultry whore. The word, the phrase, the title seemed to take Avrik by surprise, nearly forcing him to choke on acceptance, but in time a grin drew itself over his fine lips. Leaning down to meet her face to face, Avrik gripped her chin, lifting her and letting his sweet, canine tongue lap over the pre-cum soaked lips that she adorned with such pride, making her moan in a bitter-sweet surprise. Why would he? It was her saliva, his own cum, the mixture of which formed a beautiful union, but no matter what it was, nor how dirty, Revelle ravished the thought of this 'dirty wolf'.
Moving a paw forward she returned the lick with a passionate kiss, letting her feline tongue lick and swirl within the wet entrance of his maw as her paw gripped the base of that canine shaft, gripping and taking hold of the swollen knot, a prize that he kept, but she'd receive.
She was so forceful, so forward about everything she did. There was no teasing lick, there was no permission to give, there wasn't even control in his own body that she did not now posses. The kiss, and then the sudden grab? Well, that was enough to make any man yelp like he did, or, any wolf for that matter. He couldn't hold back the large spurt of cum that prematurely shot from the tip of his red dick, but this was not his fault, it was Revelle's and he was not about to complain.
Everything had seemed to pause when that sticky fluid graces Revelle's breasts with it's presence. The soft moan from Avrik's lips ceased and Revelle's emerald gaze opened and looked down, eyeing her breasts with curious intent. She brought her paws to her chest, gripping hold of her large firm breasts and rolled them, squeezed them, played with her perky nipples, and eventually rubbed that delicious love-juice into her silky fur. She looked back to Avrik's eyes, squinting her own and opening her maw to moan with the utmost bliss, continuing her massaging and rubbing of her perfect, round bosom.
"Now be a good boy, and lay on the bed..." she purred out sending a slithering wink to the rogue. How the roles seemed to change so quickly. How was it that one moment he was the master, and the next he was the 'good boy'. He didn't question it long however, he only insisted to do what she willed not. He did not have control, and that is the way he seemed to like it.
Crawling onto the bed Avrik found himself in a place of pleasure, gliding his hips against the girl's body, as she returned a gesture by licking along his sharp-carved body. He laid on his back, resting his head against the scarlet red pillows and crossed his arms over his head, letting his long tail sway between his legs, and the wolfen meat throb on top his groin, letting a paw slide down to grip half-way up it, letting it squeeze and slide up and down to keep that 'wolf-pride' erect for the trials to come.
Revelle's eye slit up before crawling over to him, and in a quick movement she gripped his paw took it from his cock, and put it exactly where it was before, above his head with the other. In moments she was on top of him, straddled, ready to ride, ready to take this wolf to places he had never been before. However it wasn't how Avrik suspected it was going to be. She was panting like she was in heat, gyrating her hips on top of his, fitting the girthy, round shaft between her slit, and to top it all off, both her paws held his wrists, pushing him downwards; holding him down. All the while Revelle's face was masked with a devious grin, a sultry gaze, and a lick that slid from one corner of her lips, right to the next.
"Now...you're going to be a good little boy, and let me fuck you. There are no buts, no ifs, no 'I don't wanna's'. I'm going to ride that dripping dick of yours, and I am going to ride it however I will it, and all you will respond with it 'yes mistress'," her voice was suddenly dark as she demanded things from him, dripping with sultry desire and a need to ride him. Avrik only chuckled as he tried break her grip on him, there was now way he was going to let some duchess demand things of him, he was a rogue, a man of his own desires, and he would have 'his' way; or atleast that's what he thought.
The moment he pushed against her there was a sharp burning that singed the furs on his wrists, and in some strange way binded them together. No matter how much he tried to pull his wrists apart he couldn't and it was stranger yet that he couldn't when he watched Revelle's paws, both of them, rise up and begin to massage her breasts in front of him with a panted moan; obviously there was some magic involved.
"Now sit tight and take it....you misunderstand who I am...and what I can do to you. I have indeed casted a spell on your poor rogue body," she paused her lustful speech before dropping her paw onto his chest, and began to drag her sharp claws down his chest, leaving wet trails of scarlet liquid behind her, " And there is nothing you're going to do about it..."