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The night was crisply cold and he could feel her shuddering, bare. Her body was trembling, but surely not of the wintry chill. When he touched her, her shoulder flinched following a mousy little sound unbecoming of any proper feline. What a sight she was, endearingly huddled beneath him as though he'd crush her into the silks and pin her, squished into the pillows of his bed. And, as his fingertips traced gossamer threads down the smooth contour of his lover's spine, the rabbit had to admit that such lewd, lecherous thoughts had crossed his mind. It was a part of almost every man's subconscious mind, a reclusive part of the psyche that truly wished to clutch something truly remarkable close, then bend it until it merely gave in, bent, and inevitably snapped to his will-- and possibly begged for more. For him, it would have been merely a gesture to push her to the brink. But it took truly a wiser man to know that a soft touch, a kiss lingering a second longer at the nape of the neck, or the simple utterance of love tickling the ear-- all those things could thaw glacial ice faster than any crude flame.
And how he felt her melting for him now; her thighs quivered against his lap, uncertain of whether to flee or wait. Her loins buckled where she knelt on all fours, the grape-colored manx many times smaller than he was, still unsure of herself, unsure of this moment, yet yearning all the same. She glanced back when she felt him push, stroking flesh to flesh. And when her eyes met all three of his, fire burned through her cheeks enough to make them sting. She'd steeled herself for tonight having dreamt of many nights like it, some rough with her savagely thrashed by her lover-- others like this, tranquil, serene, but with her heart thrumming in her chest like an avid drumbeat. “Is it going to hurt?” she asked in a voice so fragile, he'd felt almost guilty upon hearing it.
“A little,” the buck admitted. “I'm much bigger'n you.” There was simply no point in jading the fact; he was huge and she was so very small. The notion that she'd given herself over to him so demurely was more a testament to fearlessness as much as it was both love and undeniable lust. Her scent lingered now, perhaps triggered by the suspense of it all. He kept stroking his member calmly, teasing her tender skin where it parted, spilling her nectar eagerly after each intrepid stroke. It only incensed him further-- she smelled otherworldly, always like fruit, sweet-- like grapes and honey. It made his musk, thick and earthy – like wild oats and almonds – seem all the more pleasant when mingled together at a slow whiff.
“You smell delicious, Grapemanx,” he hummed. Her body shivered again, although now he could feel how swelteringly hot and sticky she had become. For a moment, her voice escaped her beneath either a very nervous laugh, or subtle moan of pleasure the second he began stirring with his fingertip, tracing the tender bud he felt beneath in a slow but robust waltz, ebb and flux to sweet music only his angled ears must have heard. Music mirrored in tandem by her muffled moans slowly catching pace to the tempo. “S-staaawp, don't call me th--” she paused as a tremor visibly shot from the base of her tail all the way through her spine. Finely manicured nails tore into the sheets as fire boiled beneath her hips, causing the feline to buckle and cringe from the sheer size of what she wished to accept. “Nnf...it's not going to fit,” she whimpered. But her lover, gentle beast that he was, merely chided. “Baby, just relax...”
His words, nay, his voice. It was always a soothing boon to any unfortunate circumstance. To her, simply hearing it made even the worst of times more bearable. But when he said that, it sent a jolt through her and her emerald green eyes pinched shut, as though issued a firm command. “Yessir,” she mused feebly, listening to everything around her with pristine feline hearing. The sound of his heavy breath, the smoothness of sweat as he rubbed his brow and clenched his jaw taught, even the sound of her as he slickened himself between her thighs and pressed his weight further down onto her, burying her against the pillows. And then she felt him. All of him.
“...oh...m-mygod....J-Jesus...yes.”
TooUndone
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