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Blood, pain, hurt and love.

By Jessy Toph AKA Fillyfooler

You came to me. You came to me as always, late at night. Through the dark streets, your coat turned high against the autumn winds that whipped our world. You came because you always do, he thinks you go away with friends but you don't, you come to me.

I was waiting like always for your knock, I wait by my gray and blue door waiting for you. The knock startled me, it always does. You look ridicules, the sun glasses, the red scarf around your ears, even the unnatural coat is stupid. But I don't ridicule you, for I love that you look like that. It means you are here for me, here for my love, here for our secret deeds.

It is forbidden, it has been for such a long time. But we don't care, all that matters is you and me. I have wine, you come in. I offer you a glass, you take it, and watch memorized as I pour the liquid red of the wine into the glass you hold. You take a small sip to taste, you like it. It's written all over you short furred face, this agrees with you, within the minute you ask for another. I pour another, still on my first.

You look around my already familiar flat, the papers still where they were before and I have acquired no new books. The swishing of your tail slows as your body succumbs to the alcohol. We sit in comfortable quietness and stare at one thing or another.

As you start to bring the last sip of wine from the glass, you stand and after the sip, start taking off your cloths. I am not surprised, we always begin in silence. I start to depart my cloths as you start to expose you naked lioness body.

It is beautiful, a collaboration of muscle and bone, but as you turn your back to me I can't help but whine. He's been at it again, I see new scars. They criss-cross more than before. You turn back to me and embrace me. You help me undress, your self exposed expect for the bra that holds your full breasts and hard nipples that stretch against the thin, black lace.

As I stand, naked before you, I feel stupid. How can I not?

You are a beautiful lioness, a predator, a hunter of the plains of old and what am I?

A stupid, thin and weak boned pray creature. An antelope, a blond and brown haired doe. Why don't you just kill me, instead of love me? Why? Why do you love me? You could have anyone you liked but why me?

Am I special? Do I fascinate you?

I have asked you this all before, and the answer is always the same.

'I love you' is always the answer, always the same god-damned answer.

I take weak steps towards you and cup your breasts, they feel so full and wonderful inside my small hands. I start to move my hands behind you, embracing you, feeling for the small clip. My breasts rub yours through the fabric and I hear you growl. It enthralls me as I get the clip and pull off the tiresome garment. It falls to the floor, to rest on the pure white shag carpet. Another two opposites, who attract each other.

Suddenly your hands are all over me, they raise my chin to face me. We kiss, a chaste kiss in all respects but I can still taste the wine on your lips as your hands explore an already explored body.

I feel, as you caress my furred stomach, my heart rate increasing to almost dying rates.

I look down, to your feet. They are massive and clawed, so strange compared to my small cloven ones. I look back up and take your mouth as mine. You act surprised as I push my small tongue into that cat maw of yours. You mouth tastes horrid, the meat you had for dinner mixing with the wine from earlier, I start to feel sick as the meat flavor takes hold.

But I suppress my urges as you swirl you tongue around my invading one. Your hands start to temp me, slowly going down towards my love. It is damp as your clawed fingers cup and caress me, I moan into our conjoined mouths and you play with my outer lips. My hands jump to action, quickly coming from my sides to mold your heavy orbs.

The nibbles are hard as I caress you. You make a growling sound deep in your throat, and the vibrations tickle my lips. I slowly stroke your nibbles as you slightly part my neither lips, a low and hearty want escaping my throat. I feel as you remove your claws from my heat and bring them round to my ass, slicking fur in your wake.

As you pull your muzzle away from my maw, I pant, and stare into you bright green eyes. A unsaid command passes between us as I pull you towards the bedroom.

The bedroom is lit only by a single light, bright and harsh. It paints the room in shadow, strange creatures and faces decorating the wall as we move towards the unmade bed. The sheets are crumpled and pale, never truly clean, they hold many memories of past ventures. They smell of you and I climb on, the bed still hard as the day I brought it.

Do you remember that day? The nervousness of going out to buy for my new flat, the anxiety that your husbanded knew where you truly were and with whom, the overly cheerful check out girl who some how knew. Do you remember?

Perhaps, perhaps not. It does not matter now as I bring you into my embrace. Holding you, I feel your fingers go back to their busy work in my flower.

You insert two fingers slowly, feeling the insides which you already know so well, drawing out and then back in as you hear my breath increase. Another finger is added as I pivot backwards and allow my self a look at your face.

You look so unsure of yourself as you continue to pleasure me, the same look as when we first did this deed . A kiss is formed as a thumb is applied to my clitoris, my mouth opening more then is needed in the process. We kiss for what seems like forever, your mouth seeming to integrate my tongue into its nature. But suddenly I feel a cold wetness on my stomach, I dear not brake our kiss, already know what you doing I continue, milking every second of our facial embrace . We slowly fall to the bed as you push me back.

This is our true love making, I know, but sometimes I wish for difference. Though tonight will be no different then every other as you push me down towards the never-clean sheets. Fingers soon depart my dampness as the hands that control them grip my thighs, forcing them apart. Showing my womanhood for those willing to see, you look deep into my eyes as you brake our kiss. I stare back then look down at your own dampness staining the already stained bedding, then fall back allowing you to continue with your deed.

I gasp, as I have done many a time, as the first letter is carved into the skin of my thigh.

You counter my pain quickly as you bring our two neither lips together, mashing our 'secrets of women' to bring me and you pleasure. The first letter is finished quickly, then more pain as you start the second, blood already trickling down from the opened flesh. You start to gyrate your hips, bring together our clitorises and more of our flesh. The heat I feel is incredible, as you continue to carve into me. I bring my head back, exposing my neck for your tongue as the second letter is finished and the third begins.

I truly wonder why you have to do this, why do you have to mark me? Why do you have to claim me as yours? I'm already yours, I already wish for you every night and see you as my other soul. Why, why do you have to carve me? Questions that have already been answered run though my head as the last letter is begun.

This letter you draw out, making sure that the pleasure I receive is the same as the pain. I feel the wave not far in the distance as the first line is made, you start to lick my neck when you finish the mark. When the second line is added, the wave is coming fast as our lips rub against each other. As the third is started and finished I am almost there, I feel it looming, your almost there too, I can tell. Your shaking is making it difficult for you to finish but then you get there. The forth line, deep and sharp is cut as the wave falls. I call out you name as you lick my neck. I know you came, your breath is deep and hallowing.

The word is there, I can feel it, I know what it says. I Always have.

MINE

What I am to you,

MINE

Matching just as the last,

MINE

The mark of a possession,

MINE

My mark of yours, dips blood on my floor.

END