Cops & Mafia - Ch 5: The First Lesson
Story by Eirene Crimsonpelt on SoFurry
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The Cops' New Toys
A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:
Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)
Part 5: The First Lesson
They headed back inside, and once the doors closed behind them, she led the way to her room. Unlike most teenaged girls, her room wasn't decorated with boy bands or movie stars. In fact, she had brought the theme from her room to the resort. Her favorite room at the resort had tamer echoes here. But then, her room at the estate wasn't under actual water. But there was a mural on one wall of a coral reef - the coral, the sea anemones, the fish, the grasses…. All were there on the wall, giving a calming feel to the room. And it seemed the maid had been in already - the soothing sounds of the sea wafted through the room softly.
The tall, lithe serval smiled as his canine mate slipped up beside him. His paw wrapped around her bare shoulders and he rubbed the fur there, then bent his head and kissed the top of hers, between her ears. They walked together back toward the house, oblivious of the fact that the guards had been discreetly watching them from a distance. Giancarlo was no fool, and while he thought that Arsen could be trusted, leaving his only daughter in the clutches of this feline was something he may have been ever-so-slightly wary of. It would pass in time.
They climbed the stairs to the second floor and passed down the hallway to the room on the end. Entering, he was immediately struck by the decor and how things flowed together in an approximation of the Coral suite from the hotel. He let his arm slip from her and he pulled away momentarily so that he could walk around and looked at the room. “My species, unlike most felines, has a natural affinity to water. We enjoy swimming and fishing was a means of survival in our history. It may seem strange, many think that cats from africa must be desert oriented. But our origins are actually in wetlands and savannahs. My mother's family has lived in Italy for centuries, but their history can be traced back to before Ancient Rome, to northern africa. She is also a serval, but her ancestors lived in the cork oak forests beside the Mediterranean." He chuckled, “But all of that is very dull and boring right now. I can tell you about my family history later."
He closed the door and then turned back to her and stepped to her once again. His paws touched her shoulders and he drew her in for a kiss. A real, deep kiss.
She watched him as he took in her room, a smile curving her lips. It was more than obvious to her that her decorating sense appealed to him, and that removed a lot of possible difficulties in the future. He shut the door to her room, shutting the guards out. She was officially alone with him for the first time since they met. While she was nervous, she was excited to learn about what he liked and didn't like, what he expected of her as his wife, and, most importantly, how to please him without him inside her slit.
Her eyes started closing as his paws rested on her shoulders, then flew open as she got her first kiss from him, his tongue sliding over her lips until she opened her mouth and surrendered to him completely. Her paws slid up his chest to his shoulders and her eyes closed fully.
He felt her trembling slightly in his arms and he held onto her tightly so that she could not escape in the event that nerves got the better of her. Arsen was not going to allow this young woman, this canine who was soon to be his wife, escape from him now. His mouth claimed hers and his tongue tangled together with hers as she gave in. Arsen's paws rubbed her shoulders and then he slid them around to her back so that he could pull her even tighter.
After many long moments he released her lips from his own and opened his eyes, staring into hers. His chest was rising and falling beneath her paws. His tail swished back and forth wildly. One of his paws was on her lower back, the other at the back of her neck. “I want to see you…" he whispered huskily. The paw on her back shifted further to her ass and he caressed it through the fabric. It slid around to the slit in her dress and he touched her bare thigh.
A shiver ran through her as his paw caressed her ass through the satin of her dress, then moved to stroke her bare thigh. She opened her muzzle, but nothing came out, too dazed by the intense emotions evoked by their first kiss. Her hair fell forward as she lowered her head against his chest, revealing the top of the zipper along her back.
She just breathed as she leaned against him for a moment, finally regaining her senses enough to reply with her usual mischief, “Do I get to see you too?" Lifting her muzzle after feeling his paw finding the zipper, though he hadn't started pulling it down, she licked his nose saucily.
A smirk appeared on his features and he licked her nose back, “Only if you're a good girl for me." He winked down at her and his paw on her thigh rubbed at the fur there, then pushed up beneath the skirt of her dress and cupped the bottom of her asscheek. The hand on her zipper started to pull it down, lower and lower, while his eyes held her own in their grip. He kissed the tip of her nose, then nipped it with the tips of his teeth. “Start with my shirt…"
Her fur rippled under his paws as he started the zipper on its downward journey, her rump pressing into that paw. It wasn't aggression, like most canines. The rippling of her fur was actually goosebumps lifting each strand of fur as he caressed the bare lower curve of her ass and started undressing her. Not once did her eyes leave his, her paws sliding down to start unbuttoning his shirt and working the tail of his shirt from his pants. A strap was uncovered as the zipper moved down, thin and running around her back - her strapless bra. Her fingers decided they were going to forget how to unbutton clothes, and a cute little moue of concentration formed as she forced her brain to work while keeping her eyes on her husband-to-be's.
Arsen had succeeded in flustering the Mafia kingpin's daughter, and he hadn't even gotten her nude yet. His deft fingers had her zipper down to her butt after a few more moments, and that paw reached up to start easing the straps off of her shoulders so that it could fall when she was ready to drop her arms and release it. The expression on her face was adorable, but he said nothing so that she could concentrate on getting the buttons of his shirt taken care of. The paw on her ass felt her fur bristling, but the way she was pushing her ass back at him told him she only wanted more. He lifted the dress further with his paw and cupped her entire cheek with his fingers, extending his claws and raking them over the skin beneath her fur. The entire time his eyes stared into hers. They were working without sight, lost in the deep pools of orange and teal-grey.
When she finally got the last button undone, her dress had fallen to the waist, her arms trapped in the sleeves near her waist. It gave him a view of her breasts within the bra she was wearing, and a generous glimpse of her cleavage, once they were able to tear their eyes from each other's. She wiggled her arms free and stepped towards him, leaving the dress to cover her from waist down as she ran her paws up his chest, then slid them under his shirt. She pushed it up and over one shoulder, then tugged the sleeve down his arm until that side was free. And made it easier to remove his shirt on the other side of his body.
Soon enough the dress she had been wearing was no longer covering her top, and a few moments after that, he too was naked from the waist up. His eyes fell away from hers to her generous bosom, then back to her face as she looked him over. His paws quickly rearranged to her now naked waist, holding her furred body and stroking her sides. His paws at last came to where the dress was bunched up at her waist and he pushed it over her hips to let it swish to the floor. Grinning mischievously, he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and lifted her from the floor, carrying her the few steps across and letting her fall to the mattress of the bed, “If we are going to get tangled up together, at least we should do it where it is soft."
She gave a playful squeal as he suddenly lifted her in one arm and carried her to the bed, before tossing her on it. Landing on the bed rump first, her leather-boot clad legs splayed open, showing that her sexy black panties covered her core. Her breasts nearly bounced out of her strapless bra. She looked up at him, her greyish teal eyes roaming over his chest, the scent of her appreciation and approval of her husband to be starting to rise in the air between them. It was soft and subtle, obviously not enough to alert her father or brothers that she was more than a little interested. She saw his eyes roaming over her nearly nude body, the bra and panties the only things keeping her from being naked in front of him now. “Sounds like a wonderful idea. And this mattress… well, I hope it's not too soft for you."
He stood beside the bed, appraising her as she splayed out, laying sexily on the bed and looking back at him. She was disheveled, nearly nude, and very fuckin hot. How he was going to wait 6 weeks to tap that, he didn't know. Licking his lips he unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops, letting it fall to the floor, then he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned and removed his pants. Now naked but for his boxers, he climbed up on the bed, his legs on either side of one of her leather-clad ones, as he crawled over the top of her and looked down at her body. At last he came level with her head. “Mnn. The bed feels perfect," he said, running one paw down the middle of her chest and teasing her furred skin. He used a claw to trace lines in her fur, then he picked at her bra with it. “But not as perfect as you feel…" He bent his head to kiss her nose, then her jaw and her neck, purring all the while.
Shivers of anticipation raced through her as he climbed up over her, and her back arched as he toyed with her bra, thrusting out her breasts. A smile formed on her muzzle at his compliment, but before she could reply, his lips were pressing against her nose, then trailing over her jaw and down her neck. A soft murr started in her throat as she felt him moving across her with a surety she didn't possess - at least not when it came to bedroom things with a male. Her poise seemed to be reserved for the boardroom at the moment. She turned her head as he moved down her neck, giving him all the access he wanted to that delicate line. Luckily, she hadn't worn a necklace to get in his way. In fact, the only jewelry she wore was that diamond and emerald bracelet that still graced her wrist, nearly fully hidden by her fur. Her paw lifted and she ran her fingers through his hair.
It was clear that Arsen knew much more about the ways of sex than she did. There was not much data about her sex life in the interpol files, so he wasn't sure what to expect, right up until earlier when she had said she wished to be a virgin on their wedding night. That was fine by him, and doubly fine because it meant he got to mold her as their relationship progressed, got to teach her how he liked things without her having any preconceived notions about what should and shouldn't be done.
His claw plucked at her bra again and his mouth trailed lower, leaving damp spots of slightly mussed up fur wherever he went. He was at the base of her tits now, on the upper side, and he began to lick around them and sniff and nuzzle, working her up. He knew they couldn't go all the way, it was too late for anything more than heavy play tonight.
She had no clue that Interpol even had any information on her non-existent sex life. The kissing and petting she was doing with Arsen was the only experience she had. Shivers ran through her as she arched under his muzzle and paws. Her head turned and she looked down at him as his tongue started leaving the upper slopes of her breasts. A soft, purely unguarded look was on her face, dazed wonderment filling her eyes. Desire shot through her, spiraling out from her tits.
When you were under investigation by Interpol, it was like having the king of all FBI agencies prying into your life. Photos taken, observation, sometimes phone tapping and bugs, depending on how badly they wanted to bring you down. Due to the fact that no hard evidence had ever been produced explicitly linking the Abbatelli family to the crimes being committed, they had never gone that far. However, observation and reporting on movements and whereabouts had happened. They knew that no strange men visited Marci at her home, and that she never went out to meet anyone secretly. At least, they didn't think so. He was the first to have confirmed it.
The white-furred body of her lover and husband to be came down toward hers a bit and he rubbed his body along her own, not laying on her, but letting their fur mingle, their scents mix. His mouth continued to decorate her right tit with its affection, then he kissed across the deep valley between and rose again on the other mound. He peered up at her with golden-orange eyes and a playful smirk appeared on his face. Taking the fabric of her bra in his teeth, he tugged it down, pulling until with a sudden lurch her breasts popped free, one, and then the other. He let it go and purred, nuzzling the two mounds with his face and licking them. “Mnnn. My sweet….You are a goddess," he grinned, and it was predatory, but not malicious. “But I own the goddess now, don't I?" he lightly licked at a nipple.
A soft murr slid from her throat as he moved from one slope to the other, tugging her bra down and finally exposing them to the air and his attentions. Her paw stroked his hair as she looked down at him. To the casual observer, it looked like two furs deeply in love playing with each other's bodies. And while Arsen might be in love with her, Marciana hadn't even known much about him personally. Just what the background checks revealed. Things like how good he is in bed, how he makes femmes feel, how he makes love… wasn't in those. So she didn't know how she felt yet, other than really confused about things.
“Yes, Arsen," she murred her agreement to his question. As a good Italian Mafia daughter, she would obey her father, then her husband. The only other males allowed to boss her around were the guards, and that was for her own protection. A soft growl of pleasure slid from her throat as his tongue licked her right nipple for the first time.
The rough surface of his tongue passed over her nipple again and again, tugging the skin, as if daring it to become hard so that he could suckle on it like a baby. He bathed it for several moments, then shifted his mouth to the other tit, and repeated the process. All the while his paw was rubbing on her body, stroking her side down to the waist and back. Now he was touching her thigh, rubbing the outside, the inside...close to her center and back again. In his boxers, his shaft was quickly growing and pushing hard at the fabric. He lifted his head from her breast and stared into her eyes for a moment, then slid away down her body.
As he sat back on his heels he drew his paws down her body, rubbing them along her sides and taking hold of the straps for her panties, “A woman should bare herself for her husband-to-be. I want to see all of you...I want you mewling in need for me even if you can't have me yet…"
Her paws slipped from his hair as he pulled back to look at her, her nipples hard and pebbled from the attention he showered on them. She was starting to truly look disheveled, but starting wasn't enough for him. Her inner ears flushed as she moved her paws to his, her eyes on his as she lifted her hips, her booted hindpaws dug into the mattress as she started sliding her panties down from her core. She slowly exposed her pussy to her husband-to-be, the scent of her budding arousal rising in the air between them. It was evident to his eyes that she was already somewhat wet from the attention he'd given her, and her slow undressing for him. “I'll try to mewl for you, Arsen, but I'm not a feline, so I don't know if I can."
Soon after his words fell she was shifting on the bed, putting her paws on his, removing her own panties from her tight, wet slit. He watched as the fabric peeled away and was pushed down her legs and off of them, then set aside. In the dim lighting of the room he could make out every detail thanks to his eyesight. He glanced up her body, then down it again, thinking how beautiful she was, and he told her so. “You are gorgeous, Marci," he purred. “And don't worry about mewling. Just moan for me…" he said with a smirk. His paws rubbed along her thighs from her knees to her core and he bent down to inhale of her scent deeply. “Hold still," he commanded, and leaned his head in, extending his tongue for a lick down the middle of her folds, tasting her virginal flavor.
Her eyes widened as he licked her center, drawing the light flavor of her untouched body onto that rough tongue. A low gasp escaped her and she fought her natural reaction of bucking against him to hold still as he told her. Deep in her throat, a growl of pleasure built slowly, but insistently - not that she tried to hold it back. He wanted to hear the sounds of her pleasure, and she would give him every sound of her pleasure that she could. Her paws gripped the bedding under her loosely at the moment as she watched him run that rough tongue over her sensitive, tender lower lips.
He chuckled as she reacted and he felt every muscle around her pussy tense up at the touch of his tongue. He purred and the rumbling ran into her flesh as his rough tongue again licked across her center. He tasted her flavor, light and fresh, sweet and savory. He wanted more. “I didn't mean you had to freeze. But I didn't want you trying to get away from me…" He purred deeply. Arsen's paws gripped her by the thighs to hold her from getting away, and parted her slit with the tip of his tongue so that he could dig in and savor her flavor.
If she thought the feel of his tongue rasping over her lips was amazing and shocking, the feel of his tongue slipping between her lips and gliding through the wet, silken heat between them was even more so. But the moment his tongue flicked over her clit, a whine slipped from her, and her hips went wild, bucking and twisting, as jolts of pleasure shot through her body like a bolt of lightning that connected her cunt to her brain. The whines were interspersed with soft whimpers and growls of pleasure.
She had never felt that touch before, ever. She must not have even masturbated to not know what it felt like to have her clit touched. To be such a virgin that you didn't even know about self pleasure was something he found strangely endearing. In any case he got to enjoy the sights and sounds of the young woman before him as she bucked and writhed under his ministrations. Her growling and whimpers led him to lick again, starting from the bottom, through her folds and once more over her clit. The paws on her thighs had to hold on to keep her from kicking him, but other than that, it was a gorgeous sight. He lifted his head, “i think that might be enough for the night…" He purred, “You are hot and wet and if I push you too far you'll go over the edge."
Despite being the daughter of a Brazilian femme and an Italian male, both known for hot passion, Marciana had been raised to be conservative in her public image. It was bad enough the paparazzi followed her when she was out with her mother and made up stories about her family for the gossip rags. She knew the basics of the birds and the bees, she just had focused more on her studies and running her resort, then the family business, to be bothered with putting theory to slightly more practical use.
The upward swipe of his tongue between her labia gave him a decent drink of the honey flowing from her fountain as she bucked and writhed, whimpering in need. Her eyes were glazed with the lusty desire he'd built in her so quickly. And while her body reacted so strongly to his touch, and she desperately wanted more, she knew not to demand from her husband-to-be ~ good Italian daughters/wives accepted what their husbands gave them. And right now, she didn't even know if she could handle more.
Her soft whimpers and moans were enough to tell him that indeed, he had pushed her far enough for the evening. He would leave her to stew with a sopping cunt. That Brazilian passion would have to hold on for a little while. He intended to make sure that she desired him and him alone, and desired him so badly that she would do almost anything. He didn't believe in using sex as a weapon, necessarily, but teaching her about him and how he was in bed, definitely.
He pushed himself up on his hands and knees and crawled over her again, nuzzling her tits as he went up, and then licking her muzzle and kissing her on the lips. His tail flicked back and forth, his white fur contrasted with her brown. Arsen smiled, “Mnnn… You taste lovely, my sweet. Now, let us sleep… Tomorrow is another day to look forward to. You have to get acquainted with me…"
She could taste herself on his lips as he kissed her, a soft whimper slipping from her. He did his job well, giving her just enough of what he would be giving her nightly in six weeks and making her want more now. She stared at him at his words, unable to form a word and barely able to nod. She finally got a slight nod out, then struggled to gather her thoughts again. Here was something that would be important, though seemingly minor, to know right now. “Wh...what p..posi..position?" Her voice was husky from unquenched desire as she stammered out the words.
Perhaps she would wake the following day and think that the entire thing had been a dream. She might not even really know what had happened between them, but he would be there to remind her how close to release he had brought her without allowing her to give in. He kissed her again and chuckled at her stammered question, “Roll on your side, I'll hold you from behind, pet…" he nuzzled her and then shifted off of her, climbing to the side and off the bed so that he might help adjust the covers and let her slip beneath them for the evening.