{She} Wears My Heart
#1 of Tired Stories from Snow
So I was pretty tired when I wrote this, and never written from a male point a view. It might be a story I write more on prior to this all, but we shall see. Anyway this is just a mock up story of a fur and his love of a cheating little kitty.
The heavy sounds of her breathing made my flesh crawl under my thick layer of ebony fur, shallowing my own breath to listen to the wonderful symphony of her whispered pleads. I smiled sweetly and patted her bloody face, eyes tenderly gazing down at her own blackened set of jade green eyes barely able to look back.
"I told you, you would only be mine. You promised, and you lied. You know how I hate liars."
My tone turning into a sick slick of innocence dripping out in the form of saliva strands that decorated her muzzle, running along her sandy brown fur to the white under her jaw. Her feline features even more beautiful in such a raw state, breasts outlined by the faint light in the room showing her perky pink little teets that had been freshly pierced and dripping with blood. I frown at the tears forming in her eyes and lean closer to kiss her, tasting the iron in her maw with the force of my own tongue dancing along hers. Pulling away slowly, I kneel before her, running the pads of my paw along her shoulder and down her dirty pelt.
"You think I want to keep you like this Amanda? No. We could have had so much more."
I slip my paw into her thick blond hair, pulling her form closer so my muzzle could rest against her throat, tongue grazing along her before mocking her gasping whimpers. Moving back, I playfully slap her, but the wince from her only stirred my aggression once again. A more powerful slap presses against her face, pushing her head back to the floor before I stand over her, watching her curl up on the stone floor like a little rag doll. She had never looked so tempting to me before, every curve of her body on display to me.
Begging me to take her and make her something more. Who was I to ignore this call.
Lowering myself, bulge of my jeans becoming slightly uncomfortable, I take her tail and rub it over my nose to linger on her lovely scent. Honey and jasmine, how I loathed that smell before this moment. Maybe the blood added to the appeal of her, yes that had to be it. Gripping her shoulder hard with my claws, I pushed her so her back rested to the cold floor under her, and gazed at her. She whimpered and pleaded like the little whore she was, asking for forgiveness.
"Did you think of that when you were fucking my brother? No. I bet you were screaming his name huh?"
She babbles incoherently but I end her nonsense with a threat to slap her, only her panting audible as she holds back tears. I smile and undo the button of my jeans, letting the zipper slide down slowly as I wrap her tail around my still swelling desire. Eyes close and legs press to straddle her sides before releasing her tail to rub it along her maw and down her neck. Moving back, I put her legs on each side of my waist and look down at the crimson colored slit of her puffy lips, seeing the white of her fur barely through my own work. I smirk and push into her roughly, her body jerking and paws moving to cover her face as if expecting something.
But nothing came to her aside for powerful thrust of my hips to her own, burying my throbbing member deep into her over and over again. Through her cries of pain I could hear her lustful breathing begin to stir, coaxing from her maw a heavenly moan that she was my own again. I watched as she let her guard down, allowing my paw to run along the bruises that decorated her torso, feeling to see if her ribs had taken the blunt of the force from my earlier assault. She whimpered out as her back arched against the floor, offering more of herself to me. How could I refuse. I leaned in over her, picking a steady pace as I feel her breasts bounce against my chest, her faint purrs driving me insane. I bite hard into her neck with a sharp snap of my teeth to hold her down. Each passing second I add more force to my thrusts, allowing them to become slower and harder. She screams and paws reach to press against my muzzle but it was in vain and she knew it but still she tried to push me away. Feeling on the edge, my cock beginning to knot, I slam one hard time into her and snap her throat with a flick of my head, body limp as a thin stream of urine pushes from her and I fill her with rope after rope of my sticky seed. Quivering with my lover in my grip still, I wrap my arms around her and bring her into my lap, releasing her neck to clean her with loving licks.
"Shh. Its okay sweetie, I'm not mad anymore. I am sorry I had to be so hard on you but you are my mate, I love you."
I press my head between her breasts, listening for any sign of life but found none. Slowly I kiss along the arch of her breasts, switching between the two before I open my mouth to take a bite of her silky fur and flesh, tearing away at the muscle beneath as well. Absentmindedly I chew, the noises of each crunch echoing in my ears between a gentle tone I almost didn't believe was my own.
"We will be together soon enough.."