by Marc Cabot
"You're welcome. And it's not like I don't get anything out of the deal." He stroked her head again, nails scratching lightly, and she purred helplessly. Waves of delight flowed over her. "I don't know about you, but I don't feel like going back to sleep. Although going back to bed is a fine idea."
She stood more gracefully than the Sisterhood assassin could ever have dreamed of moving. "Oh, yes, master! Please!" The heat between her legs grew to a throbbing ache and she looked at him with naked desire.
Rising, he took her in his arms and pressed her close. She squirmed and stroked her face against his chest. The smell of him filled her, as it always did, and she quivered with her need. Then he took her hand and led her toward the stairs.
"I read somewhere that there's nothing like almost dying to make a person horny. Damned if it isn't true. I'm going to fuck the spots right off you, kitty." His words sent another pulse through her and she almost stumbled as he pulled her up the first step. Then she hurried to keep up.
Before she knew it they were in the bedroom, and quicker than that, he had thrown her on the bed to land in a jumbled heap. His robe flew to the floor and he pounced on her with a growl of triumph.
"Try to scare me, will they? Try to take my pretty kitty?" He kissed and bit at her, his triumph surging through him. "I don't think so!" She was trying to kiss back but his savage affection was making it hard for her to think. Soon she was just making mewling noises of need and desire and struggling to get her legs wrapped around him so he would fuck her already!
With one strong thrust he gave her what she wished for and the adrenalin mixed with the lust sent an orgasm through her, just like that. She screamed and clawed his back as the waves surged over her. He shouted in pain but kept thrusting, yanking her hands around and pinning them to the bed. Being restrained sent her over the edge again. Her body was lithe and strong but he outweighed her and outmuscled her and all she could do was writhe, helpless, as he took her hard.
If she could have thought, she would have expected him to come very quickly: he was so hard it was stretching her out and the feeling of fullness was making the orgasms jaw-clenchingly powerful. But after a minute he just laughed his special evil laugh that sent shivers through her whole body and said, "Oh, no you don't. Not that fast, not this time." Then he pulled out and she hisssssed in frustration.
Strong hands rolled her over on her belly and she instinctively pushed up, her perfect ass canted obscenely and her tail lashing like fury. He'd never taken her from behind before and when his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back she yowled like a real cat in heat. His cock speared her and she thought she could feel it in her belly. In her throat. Then the thrusting started again, harder, and she could do nothing but wail.
Thrust. Oh, God...
Thrust. Oh, God!
Thrust. OH, GOD!
Then there were no more words at all, only grunts as he pulled her onto him with each thrust and her answering moans and gasps and other animal sounds. With each impact she felt another wave go through her. She had wanted him, had needed him, since the moment he had bonded her, but he had never claimed her like this and it called to things deep inside her. His fingers felt like iron bands around her waist. Her body was shaking and struggling to keep the rhythm of his thrusts.
After what felt like hours and just a few heartbeats all at the same time he roared with pleasure and she felt his dick swell inside her. She was already so far gone it could only add a glow to the heat filling her. He pulled her back harder than ever and the tip of his cock pressed into her, deep, so deep, so hard... she screamed with all the breath she had left and went limp as the flow of his seed seemed to go on forever.
Eventually, he slipped out with a groan of overheated pleasure and slowly slid down onto the bed beside her. Then the scent of his passion hit her and without conscious thought her body moved around and she began to lick at him delicately. The need had never been this strong before.
He moaned and his hips twitched but so gentle was her small pink tongue that he settled down and let her work. The taste of their juices was more alluring than ever and she felt her love for him grow even stronger. She licked in time with the beating of his heart. His barely softened member pulsed with each tiny kiss. Every little gasp he made made her head swim with passion. With submission. When every inch of him was pink and glowing and spotless she dragged herself up his body and collapsed against him.
"Oh... master..." She still barely had breath to speak. She kissed at the side of his chest weakly.
"Yes, my Angeline," he whispered. "Mine you are and mine you will stay. Though Hell should bar the way." With some last reserve of strength he put his arm around her and pulled her crushingly tight. She gasped and felt tears of joy slip from her eyes.
He turned his head to look at her. "They will be back, you know. They may very well decide to kill us and take their chances."
She snuggled tighter. "I'm not afraid, master. Not while I have you."
Somehow he found the breath to laugh. "Then let them come. Before all I had was vengeance and I found a way to beat them. Now I have love, and they haven't got a chance."
The tears flowed harder and hotter. "Do you love me, master? Really? I've loved you since the night I found you. But I..." She stopped, words failing.
Another spine-crackling squeeze. "I think I did too, kitty. It just took almost dying to make me realize it."
Then there were no more words. Only soft breaths and sighs and silence.
And then sleep.
The end... of this story.
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