She was glorious in her passion. The feral cry that emanated from her as she came would have done any lioness proud, and the strong thighs that locked around his head as she rode the wave of her release nearly crushed him. God, how he loved a strong woman!
She lay there, on the table, served up like a buffet, while Jay continued to suckle her swollen folds, sending shocks of sensation through her body, her legs trembling from her exertions. She was far from sated though, and still wanted to taste his magnificent cock.
She lifted her torso off of the table and Jay stood, planted firmly between her legs. Her dress was hiked up under her breasts and Jay was still fully clothed. Definitely time to change that, she thought. She wrapped her legs around his waist and reached for the buttons of his shirt. Impatient, she simply tore it open to get to the hard slabs of muscle underneath. He looked like a god; not so lean that he was road-mapped with veins, but enough to show off a beautifully developed chest and sectioned stomach. He was lightly furred across his chest, and had a trail of tawny hair down the center of his stomach that disappeared into the waistband of his slacks.
She palmed his chest and slid her hands over his torso, exploring the mixture of hard muscle soft, smooth skin, and silky hair. Her coordination had returned enough that she was able to remove his belt and slip the button on his slacks. Loosening them on his hips, she slid her hands down under the waistband and cupped his tight ass cheeks, pulling him toward her to press his hard cock against her still throbbing cunt. Her body instantly responded to the pressure by arching her back and thrusting her hips forward to grind on him though she still wanted his cock in her mouth, so she planted a hand on his chest and pushed him backwards until she had enough clearance to stand, her breasts pushed up against his chest.
He reached down and gathered her dress and stripped it off over her head, leaving her chest gloriously bare. Her double D breasts were everything he had imagined, with large, responsive nipples, tight and hard with desire, which beckoned him to pinch and suck. He tested the weight of them with his hands, kneading them and pressing them together. He bent to take her strawberry-colored nipples into his mouth, laving them with his tongue in slow circles until he had her gasping and holding the back of his head to urge him suck harder.
She released him and drew him back up for a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his mouth and loved the way it made her feel wanton to do so. Pushing his pants to his ankles, she began to explore his body with her mouth, baring his beautiful, thick cock. He kicked his slacks away and stood trembling with the desire to have his way with her.
Reaching down, she found his hard member was even more impressive up close. Sliding her breasts down his body and dragging them across his thick cock, causing him to push forward in an involuntary desire to plunge into her, she grasped him lightly around his base and explored the texture of it by lightly stroking it across her face and lips, causing him to groan with need. She looked so good on her knees in front of him. Those big ripe breasts and lovely face looking up at him to see his reactions to her teasing nearly made him explode. He shuddered as she dragged her tongue from his root to his crown, flicking the sensitive underside of the head before she took him into her mouth. She looked up into his golden eyes as she leaned forward enough to slowly close her lips around him, encasing him in the wet heat of her mouth. His legs shook as she stroked her tongue over his sensitive flesh. She surged forward once more, taking more of him, nudging the back of her throat before slowly drawing her mouth all the way back up to swirl her tongue around the broad head. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, and she craved to have him burst forth in her mouth, the need to devour him as strong as his had been for her. She gripped him harder and began to pump him into her mouth, slowly at first to draw out his pleasure, then faster as his breathing shortened. Soon, she was sucking furiously, trying to tear the orgasm from him and leave him drained. When he started to pump forward into her mouth, a primal roar unleashed itself from deep in his chest and she felt the first burst of fluid hit her tongue, she grabbed his hips then and pulled him forward as she opened her throat to take his cock all the way to the root and hold him there, allowing him only the smallest of movements as she used her throat and tongue to milk him dry.
He would have collapsed on top of her if he hadn't had the table just behind her to hold himself up. He stood panting, his mind blank and drifting while Kathryn looked up at him, nuzzling and licking his momentarily flagging cock.
Chapter 7
Jay reached down and put his hand under Kathryn’s chin, gently pulling her to a standing position. Now that their initial lust had been slaked, they both had time to wonder about the intensity of what had just happened. It made Kathryn suddenly a little unsure of herself, wondering if it could possibly have been as intense for him. She shouldn't have worried on that account because Jay’s world had been rocked to its core.
It was said that when you found a life mate, that you would have no doubts. Something magical happened when one of his species found the one they were fated to be with. Stories varied from couple to couple, but they were so fantastical that none of them could be taken very seriously. He wondered; there was obviously something different going on here. He had never felt the level of passion that he felt with Kathryn, not in his eighty plus years of life. As he looked at her, standing there naked and vulnerable, all he could think of was wrapping her in his arms and making love to her forever. That didn't necessarily mean something magical had happened, but he definitely felt a connection to this beautiful woman. How would she feel about him when she knew the whole story? Would she be able to accept what he was? It wouldn't really matter, because if she was the one, he would have no doubts right? So he dismissed the possibility from his thoughts and simply drew her in for a kiss. She was timid at first but they were soon locked in another heated embrace, any misgiving they had disappeared in the waves of heat emanating from their bodies.
When Kathryn reached down, grasped his hand, and led him to the bedroom, he didn't give it any thought. His kind were sterile until mated, nor were they susceptible to human disease. Kathryn didn't worry because she had been on birth control for years. As far as she was concerned, she was risk free, and she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her without barriers to their pleasure.
They made it to the bed, stumbling in the dim glow cast from the lights of the dining room. They kissed slowly, the fire no less intense but more familiar, less frantic, a slow exploration of bodies, each rejoicing in the feel of the other under their lips and hands.
Jay slowly descended to the bed, bringing Kathryn down with him. As he stretched out on the bed, he lifted and molded her to his body until she was sitting astride him. He was amazed at her beauty as he gazed up at her, heavy breasts swaying over him, her nipples tracing across the coarse hair of his chest, causing a riot of sensations. He drank in every curve, the slope of her neck to her shoulder, her rib cage, the pinch of her waist, and most lovely of all, the swell of her hips while she sat astride of him. He touched every part of her that he could reach, almost reverently, making Kathryn feel like something precious found in an unexpected place.
Though only minutes had passed since the mind-blowing orgasm she had torn out of him with her mouth, his cock was hard as steel once again. It was nestled in between the lips of her wet channel, causing her to slowly grind her hips up and down his entire length, until she could feel the ridge at the head of his cock strike her clit and his heavy balls pressed to her ass. She didn't want to wait any longer, though she was apprehensive about taking such a large member inside her body. She was so wet and needy; she decided the pain would be worth it.
She rocked forward, nearly smothering his face with her breasts. He didn't seem to mind in the least. He palmed them from the sides, squeezing them together, and rubbed her nipples across his tongue, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive buds. She paused for a moment, enjoying the sensations that were arrowing straight to her pussy, reminding her s
he was empty and in need of filling.
She positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and slowly rocked backwards, working herself down his length, one glorious inch at a time. “Oh, God!” she hissed as she made her way down to the nest of curls at his root, stretching her deliciously, just short of pain, but leaving her no doubt that she was well and truly full
She wanted to draw this out and make it last so when he was fully seated inside her she sat still, feeling the stretch of accommodating him, and drinking in the look on his face and every clean, hard line of his body. His big hands were still roaming over her, smoothing his palms over her legs and back to grasp the round globes of her generous ass. She thought that she had taken all he had to give her, but she was wrong. Slowly, but with an unimaginable strength, he pressed up and into her, parting her lips around him even more, causing a pain that felt so deliciously good, and nudging deep inside of her, pressing into places that had never been reached before. She gasped in response as he withdrew slightly and slid back in again, a slow drag up and down his shaft, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before doing it again
She took control again, placing her hands on his chest, pressed him back into her pillow. With agonizing slowness, she worked upward until the petals of her sex kissed the head of his cock, only to push back down again, muscles constricting in a slow torture of unbearable pleasure. She rocked back and forth until the maddeningly slow pace wasn’t enough, she wanted to be, claimed, pounded, and driven to the point of mind-blowing orgasm.
Jay sensed the need building inside of her, the desire to be taken. He knew she didn't want to ask for it, she needed it to be demanded of her, and Lord help him, he couldn't stop himself.
Jay rolled them both until he had Kathryn pinned to the mattress, her hips tilted up to meet him, as he started to stroke into her. Slowly he seated himself fully on every stroke until he was sure she could take him without too much pain. Kathryn started to make small, incoherent noises, spurring Jay to greater efforts. Soon she was chanting “Oh God” over and over until Jay thrust particularly hard and deep into her. A wicked look crossed her face and she growled out a “Fuck Yes!” That was all Jay could take; he couldn't control himself any longer. His own orgasm boiling over, he began chanting as well, but in a language that Kathryn didn't know. It wasn’t any language that Jay knew either, not consciously anyway. It was the language the shamans of his kind used to talk to the spirits, calling upon them for help or guidance. Jay needed both right now, whether he knew it or not. Their bodies began to slam into each other furiously, a long stroke out and a hammer stroke back into her deepest reaches, spiraling them both toward a destination neither one expected.
Kathryn could feel Jay swelling to impossible size inside of her, stretching her beyond anything she thought she could take and she loved every second of it. They were so close to detonation, her heart hammering hard and fast, keeping the same tempo as Jay’s body slamming into hers, the same beat as the drums the shamans used to call upon the spirits, the same beat as Jay’s. Suddenly, she could feel it all connected. Their hearts, their bodies, keeping pace with the drum beat of something much larger and infinitely older than themselves. She suddenly felt small in the world, the vastness stretched out around her, but unafraid, still tethered to her body by the rhythm she and Jay were sharing. Small, but at the center of all things, important, at one with everything. Her body was about to explode and launch her to places unknown, and Jay was coming with her…
“Now, now! Oh God! Please, yes! Jay!” a string of incoherent words and thoughts poured from her. Jay answered in kind, shouting her name with a growl. He launched his hips forward and poured everything he had into her, slamming home like the last piece of a puzzle long lost.
Chapter 8
Kathryn was drifting in a dreamlike state, basking in the luxurious sensations of heat and dappled sunshine on her bare skin. A sense of peace and wellbeing suffused her. She wasn't alone though, her newfound lover, Jay, was beside her. She felt his warm, soft pelt against her, his mass supporting her, his rhythmic breathing rocking and soothing her. She should be alarmed, she thought, but she wasn’t. She opened her eyes to find Jay watching her and was oddly unsurprised to see him as a lion. It somehow made sense to her, like a part of her had always known he was more than he had appeared to be. Jay stretched his neck forward and nuzzled tenderly at her face and neck, his whiskers tickling her skin. She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feel of him and explored his great head with questing hands. She stroked her hands along his muzzle and back to his jaw, feeling the strength and heavy bone there, finally tangling her fingers in his thick mane. He was beautiful, and she understood somehow, that he was meant to be hers.
Jay slowly shifted to a standing position so as not to overbalance Kathryn. He stood expectantly, gazing off into the distance. She stood beside him, her fingers lightly resting on his shoulder, waiting.
A lioness slowly revealed herself as she slid through the tall grass in front of them, melting into and out of the camouflage of the plains. By the time she stood before them, it was as a human woman. Kathryn found herself holding Jay’s human hand, but could not say when that had happened. Jay silently drew her forward and down to kneel, head bowed, before the now human lioness.
“Mother,” Jay breathed, as the beautiful woman before them bent and placed a kiss on the top of his head. She lifted his chin to look at her, a radiant smile on her face.
“My son, I have missed you so.” Turning, she looked at Kathryn, with a shine of approval. “You have done well Jelani, the spirits approve”
Kathryn felt a sense of awe looking upon her, like she was in the presence of the earth mother, love radiating from her in waves.
“Kathryn dear, you were brought here so that you may know the truth. You have seen Jelani’s true form and are unafraid.” She told Kathryn the story of how the fates conspired to show Jelani his true life mate and how, when life mates are brought together, they will know joy together for the remainder of their lives. All she had to do was trust and a lifetime of happiness could be hers.
Katherine looked at Jay standing tall and strong beside her. She couldn't imagine a more perfect man, or one that could make her feel the way Jay did. She would happily spend her life feeling this way. How many women were ever given a guarantee that their love would last?
“I accept, Mother” Kathryn said, bringing wide smiles to all their faces, “If Jay wants the same…”
“Believe me,” he said, “there is nothing in the world that I want more.”
“You are now mated for life,” Jay’s mother said, “It will not always be easy, but it will always be true.”
She stepped forward and placed both of her hands at Kathryn’s waist. “We have a gift for you, my children, a new life stirring inside of you, a son who will continue our bloodlines into the future. His name will be Abioye, the son of Royalty.”
Joy swept through Kathryn as she felt the warmth of life take hold in her womb. Turning, she saw the same look of joy and wonder from Jay, doubling her own happiness.
“Go now, children,” Mother said, kissing each of them in turn, “be good to each other.”
Chapter 9
“Now, now! Oh God! Please, yes! Jay!” a string of incoherent words and thoughts poured from her. Jay answered in kind, shouting her name with a growl. He launched his hips forward and poured everything he had into her, slamming home like the last piece of a puzzle long lost…
They exploded together, pleasure ripping through their bodies in wave after wave of ecstasy, leaving them exhausted and sweating, clinging desperately to each other in the aftermath. Jay rolled to his back, bringing Kathryn to his side. Her head rested on his chest, breasts pressed to his side, and her leg wrapped around his; fitted together perfectly.
Realization dawned on Kathryn and she rolled to her back, unsure if what she remembered had actually happened. She slid her hands to her tummy, wondering.
Jay raised himself o
n one elbow, gazed down at her beauty, and moved his big protective hand to cover hers. His face suffused with joy, and he said the one thing that could prove it all true and send her heart soaring…
“Our son.”
***
THE END
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Chapter 1
Conner James hunted around the room for his jacket, jeans in one hand and an arm through [G2][G3]one sleeve. He was trying his best not to wake [G4][G5]the sleeping blonde, who was still tangled between the bedsheets after yet another night of mindless sex while looking for his clothes. He had to get on the road. His father had finally cut off all funds to his bank account, after only a month of being away, leaving him with barely enough money for gas. After nearly turning over the entire room, he found his jacket, put it on, grabbed his keys and sneaked out the door.[G6][G7][G8][G9][G10]
Mounting his bike, he sped away with only one destination in mind. He wasn’t really looking forward to going back home, but he didn’t exactly have a choice. At least the trip home will give him some time to collect himself and plaster on the mask of indifference.
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A few hours later, which was still too short in Conner’s opinion, he saw the familiar blue and white ranch house in the distance. And he ignored the tight fist that dug into his gut, knowing what waited for him once he walks through that front door. He drove up the driveway to the side of the house and parked his bike under the large oak tree that he used to play under when he was a kid. He took off his helmet, ruffled his hair, and rolled his shoulders as he [G11]made his way to the front door. He paused and listened; the house was as quiet as a vestry during a funeral. He gripped the door handle and turned it slowly until he heard the first click, then waited. With no sign of life, he slowly opened the door, peeked in and then as quietly as possible, approached the staircase
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