Spring Feve

by Emerald Wright

  She cried out at the first real thrust. He was so big and so hard, and her nerve endings were sensitized like crazy. He went all the way in, and it almost hurt to have him so deep inside her core, turning her pussy to liquid heat. He slid back and forth, in long, expert strokes, almost coming out entirely, before filling her up to the hilt again. She was clenched tight around him, hardly daring to yield to this huge beast who seemed capable of breaking her in half. But as he built up the rhythm, the blissful sensations took over, and her pussy muscles relaxed, accommodating him, spasming around his cock with every thrust.

  She spread her thighs wide, letting him go deep. And, in this new position, his pelvis butted her clit as he pumped in and out of her, sparking delicious sensations. Wrapping her arms around his back, she gasped and moaned, aware only of Roman, and the way his cock was skillfully fucking her. He gazed into her eyes, then kissed her on the mouth, his tongue probing deeply, lashing hers in time with his thrusts. Now and again, he pulled away from her mouth, and sucked and nibbled at the side of her neck.

  “You feel so incredible, baby,” he muttered as he kissed her neck and caressed her breasts. “Your body is so sweet and curvy. I want to make love to you for hours.”

  But she could see in his face that he was holding back. The muscles in his jaw were flexing with the effort of restraining himself.

  “You don’t have to hold back with me though,” she whispered. “I can take it. I want to take all you have to give.” Her words excited him, and he began to fuck her harder and faster.

  “Oh my god,” she gasped. The faster tempo was sending her nerve-endings into a spin. His cock was like a hot rod inside her. He lifted one of her thighs to allow him to go deeper, and she obliged, wrapping her legs tight around his waist.

  “Yes, like that, baby,” he snarled. “I want to feel totally surrounded by you.” He put more of his weight on top of her, and she felt blissfully helpless, at his mercy. Now, when she looked into his eyes, she could see his animal, without any doubt. The eyes that bored into hers were the ones that had stared at her from the tree in the forest. She quivered in awareness of his awesome power. His hands were like claws kneading at her flesh, but she felt no pain, only the euphoria of being possessed so completely by him.

  “I want to take you from behind,” he said. Her lips curved into a smile. She loved this position; it was so hot and primal. He pulled out of her and knelt back, looking down at her, smoldering. Eagerly, she drew herself up and flipped onto her front, balancing herself on her hands and knees.

  “You’re so sexy,” he whispered, as his fingertips circled the globes of her behind. “Such a beautiful ass.” Instinctively, she raised her ass towards him, and he slid inside her in a slow, fluid movement. Before long, she was full of him, and she could tell he wasn’t yet all the way in. Her pussy walls were spasming around his cock in little ripples, clenching him tight, begging him to go in deeper. Another sharp thrust took him all the way in, and she drew in a sharp breath as his pelvis made contact with her ass. Roman held still, allowing her to get accustomed to the new angle, before he began to move again, gently at first. Wow! The first few thrusts made her feel like the top of her head was going to blow off from pure pleasure. There was something about this angle, the way his cock was rubbing against the front of her pussy wall. Placing a steadying hand on the small of her back, Roman thrust in and out of her. She could hear his breath coming sharp and ragged, but his movements were calm and measured. She was making all kinds of yelps and cries. It was crazy; she was so full of him, yet she found herself wanting more, knowing that he wasn’t giving her his all. She arched her back even more, laying her head down on her arms, and, suddenly another inch of him shot inside her.

  At that point, he lost control. His fingers bit into her hips, his weight bearing down on her, and he began to fuck her hard, pumping in and out of her mercilessly. Her insides felt electrified as he plunged her depths, the essence of her being. His teeth sank into the back of her neck, and, as his movements became faster and less controlled, she collapsed, no longer capable of supporting her weight on her hands. Roman pulled her up, easing her back into a sitting position. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other around her breasts, holding her tight, as he continued to thrust in and out. She’d never had sex in this position before. It felt both wild and tender, being held so close in his arms, while being taken from behind. The hand that had been around her waist moved lower, and Roman began to circle her clit. At the first touch, her pussy clenched tight around his cock, and he gasped.

  “Wow, that’s incredible,” he breathed. His pelvis jerked, and he increased his tempo, making quick, sharp thrusts. Kristin closed her eyes, and let her head loll back on his shoulder, abandoning herself to the bliss of having her clit and vagina pleasured at the same time. The heat inside her was building and building, and little vibrations were running all through her insides.

  “Kristin, I want to possess every inch of you,” he whispered right into her ear, his voice rough and husky. “I want to make you fully mine; to plant my seed in your belly and impregnate you. I can’t wait for that day when I come deep inside you, and we make our first cubs together.” Kristin shuddered, and the shudder turned to a violent spasm. And before she was ready for it, she exploded into an intense orgasm, gripping his cock tightly as her mind filled with shooting stars. Her vision darkened, and the only thing keeping her upright was the tiger’s arms as her body was consumed by waves and waves of euphoria.

  The moment her orgasm had faded away to little tremors, Roman pulled out of her. Dazedly, she looked over her shoulder at him, eyebrow raised, questioning.

  “I can’t take it any more,” he said, between clenched teeth. “Another thrust, and you’d be pregnant.”

  Quickly, she flipped around, bent down low, and took him in her mouth. She didn’t pause to tease him, but took him in deep right away. Normally, she hated doing this, and nearly always refused to try it, but now it felt so right. She desired every inch of this sexy-tiger man’s body. She wanted to taste him, to lick the part of him that had made her pussy feel so good. She’d badly wanted him to come inside her, to feel his seed mingling with her wetness, seeking out her womb, but this would have to do for now. Roman gave a gasp of surprise, and, as she began to move her lips up and down his shaft, it became a sigh of pleasure.

  “Baby, your mouth, feels so – ” he began. But he didn’t get any further than that. His hips jerked back and forth of their own accord, and she had to use her hand to hold him back so he didn’t go too deep. He felt so good filling her mouth. He thrust three, four times, and just when she thought she couldn’t cope any more, he came, with a wild snarl. His hot seed hit the back of her throat and she swallowed him down quickly, and didn’t let him go until his body had stopped shuddering.

  Roman wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed. They lay together until their heartbeats had slowed and their breathing had returned to normal. Kristin felt so sexually sated, and so emotional at his words, that she could have cried. Roman stroked her face, as if he was trying to get to know each feature: her nose, her lips, her eyebrows, even her eyelids.

  “Mine,” he whispered, over and over.

  “Are you wishing you’d got me pregnant?” she asked drowsily, as he continued to rest his hand on her belly.

  “Mmm,” he said. “It was on my mind the whole time we were mating. I couldn’t help it. The scent of your fertility was driving me insane. I almost lost control of my tiger, as it tried to force me to impregnate you. You can’t imagine what a struggle it was.” Kristin turned from her side onto her back so she could see his face.

  “Well maybe you should stop struggling, and let your tiger have its way,” she said, with a wicked grin.

  “In time, baby,” he replied, his smile no less suggestive.

  They lay and talked together until the early hours of the morning, chatting about anything and everything. Kristin couldn’t
believe how intimate she felt with him already. They shared their life histories. He told her all about the journey that had brought him to Hope Valley. He said that he’d been travelling most of his adult life, full of a thirst for discovering new places, but always hoping that he’d find that one place where he wanted to settle. And Hope Valley was it. He’d visited it as an afterthought after spending time in the national park, but he’d been struck by how friendly and genuine the people were, and how pretty and well kept the town was. Making the decision to live there had been a no brainer. He still loved to travel, but, instead of being a vagabond with no real home, Hope Valley was the base he always returned to. Kristin’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She mainly traveled alone, as her friends were all homebodies. She was fine with that, and loved the independence of putting on her backpack and going off by herself, but she’d always hoped that one day she’d find a man who wanted to share those experiences with her.

  Kristin told Roman about her career – how much she loved being a journalist because she got to learn all about the world, and to keep the community she loved informed about what was happening in the town. She told him about the amazing friendships she had with the girls, and how happy she was that Lauren and Dina had found their perfect matches. She even told him about how her PCOS had affected her. She’d never told a guy about it before, always feeling like she needed to keep a , up and not show that her body made her feel vulnerable. Roman listened to her attentively, asking intuitive questions, looking stunned when she said that the weight she’d gained made her feel unsexy sometimes.

  “But you’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice full of astonishment. “You’re so ripe and sexy, with these amazing curves. I’ve never seen a body like yours before. You’re every tiger’s dream. But they’re all too late.” He leapt up and jumped on top of her. “Because I’ve got you now,” he said, in a growly voice into her ear. Kristin giggled in delight.

  Roman didn’t mate with her again that night. He said that the effort of restraining his tiger was too exhausting. But he made her come twice more. The first time, he used his long, strong fingers, curling them skillfully inside her, seeking out the tender spot that drove her to a power shuddering orgasm. And the second, he used only his tongue. His tongue was deft and agile, seeming to know instinctively where her most sensitive spots were, and sliding inside her further than she would’ve thought possible. The final orgasm brought tears to her eyes, which Roman wiped away with his fingertips as he snuggled in behind her to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  Two months later

  Kristin was lying on her back on a blanket with her hands behind her head, her naked body glistening with moisture. The air was humid, and laden with the rich, thick odors of the jungle. She and Roman were in Borneo in the middle of a three-day trek to see a volcano, and they’d stopped to swim in the lake that filled its crater. Lazily, she watched Roman playing in the water. He was a strong swimmer, his powerful, orange and black striped body cutting through the limpid blue lake. He’d been ecstatic with happiness all vacation, able to shift almost whenever he wanted to, not having to be watchful of humans all the time like he was in the national park back home. Despite the long trek, he seemed to have boundless energy, and he’d already been swimming for 20 minutes in his tiger form. Kristin’s feelings for him were growing by the day, and spending all their time together on the trip had given them a new closeness. She’d never had that share-everything intimacy with a guy before. She felt so secure and protected, and loved by him. He never judged anything she told him negatively; he was just there as her mate, to support and care for her, no matter what. And that felt pretty incredible.

  Roman stopped in the middle of the lake and swiped at something with his massive paw. Something silver flashed into the air, his jaws opened wide to reveal two rows of sharp white teeth, and the silver thing landed perfectly between them.

  “Did you just catch a fish?” she called. He looked at her and gave a satisfied grin, before starting to swim back to shore. She watched as he climbed out of the water, his muscles rippling beneath his glossy coat. A shudder ran through her. She never quite got used to seeing Roman in his tiger form, and there was always a small part of her that was convinced she was about to be eaten alive by a fully-grown, 800-pound tiger. His tongue shot out of his mouth and licked a droplet of water off his pink nose, and she remembered that it was Roman, the man she was crazily in love with. His back arched and he sat back on his haunches, and his shift began. Watching Roman shift from human to tiger to human was endlessly fascinating for Kristin. His huge, tiger muscles contracted to around a third of their size. Then his body began to take on a human form, although retaining his bright orange and black striped coat. His jaws shrank, his whiskers disappeared, and his giant paws retracted into hands. Finally, there was a loud snap and a violent movement, when everything became a blur and she couldn’t see what was going on. And, at last, there he was: a smoking hot naked man, deeply tanned and soaking wet. Roman pushed back his wet hair, and strode across the grass towards her, his lips parted in a dazzling grin. She couldn’t stop saying to herself, he’s mine, he’s really mine!

  “Hey beautiful,” he said, flopping down next to her and showering her with droplets of deliciously cold water.

  “Hey, yourself,” she replied, gazing unashamedly at his impossibly toned body. “So, I was looking forward to our picnic, but it looks like you’ve already eaten?”

  “Hell no; that was just a snack,” he replied with a cheeky grin. “And I would’ve caught one for you too, but we can’t really make a fire here, and I never learned to make sushi.”

  “That’s ok,” she said, laughing. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at her body, his strong hand running over her breasts, her thighs, a fingertip grazing that tender place between her thighs. His hand came to rest on her stomach.

  “I hope you’re not too hungry now, because I had something else in mind first,” he said in a low, growly voice.

  “And what would that be?” she said innocently, although his touch was already making her squirm and her clit was beginning to ache from its fleeting contact with his finger.

  “Do you know what time of the month it is?” he asked, instead of answering her question.

  “No?” She raised a questioning eyebrow.

  “It’s that time when your body is crying out to me to impregnate you,” he growled. She gasped.

  “It is?” she said. His hand made circles on her stomach.

  “Very much so. And how do you feel about that?” Roman stared down at her, his green eyes glowing more brightly than ever.

  “I’m so ready, Roman,” she said. “I’m dying for you to mate with me and fill me with your seed. More than anything, I want to feel your cubs growing in here.” She put her hand on his. “Let’s do it now.” His eyes became glassy with emotion, and he bent down and drew her into a deep, tender kiss.

  He moved his hand down to her thigh and eased it apart from the other one, opening her to the humid air. The slightest touch from him drove her crazy, and being held like this felt unbelievably hot. They’d fulfilled her fantasy of having sex outdoors many times since they’d been together, and she thought how perfect it would be for him to impregnate her out in nature, where he loved to be the most. He climbed between her thighs, spreading them further, and she saw that his cock was swollen and ready for her. He inhaled deeply, picking up the scent of her growing wetness, and a smile played on his lips. He arched over her and, propping himself on his elbows, he kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around his broad back, pulling him close.

  “Oh, Roman, I want this so much,” she whispered. “The thought of your big cock inside me, making me pregnant is so sexy.”

  “Same here,” he said in a low voice, and, his features altered a little, taking on the broad, feline bone structure of the big cat that he was. She knew that his tiger would be raging inside him, inciting him not to hold back and t
ake his time teasing her.

  “You don’t have to wait; the ache inside me is insane. It’s killing me, and only your cock can alleviate it,” she said. Roman didn’t hesitate for another moment. In a single thrust, he pushed his big, big cock inside her. Kristin gasped at receiving him so suddenly. Her pussy muscles throbbed and fluttered as they tried to accommodate him, and he glided on her wetness. The look in his eyes became wild and dominating, and she held on tight, wrapping her legs around his waist as he began to fuck her hard.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, little one,” he muttered, in between thrusts. “But there’s no controlling my tiger now.”

  “You don’t need to control it,” Kristin panted. She loved the way he was fucking her. She felt like a rag doll, being devoured by this powerful animal. He sucked and nipped at her neck, and she bared her throat to him, loving the pleasure-pain sensation of his sharp teeth. He bent his head to her nipples, and drew each one into his mouth, sucking hard, and lashing them with his agile tongue. Kristin cried out in ecstasy. His cock was pounding her fast, resonating with her natural rhythm, and churning up her insides with molten heat. She felt those little spasms rippling through her pussy that meant she’d soon explode around his cock, and she dug her nails into his back, urging him to fuck her harder and harder. Instead, he pulled out of her.

  “Turn around,” he snarled. Eagerly, she pulled herself up and flipped over on her hands and knees. Then she looked at him over her shoulder as he took hold of her hips and entered her roughly from behind. She cried out as he filled her completely. He paused for a moment and gave a sigh of deep satisfaction. “Kristin, my mate, my love, you feel so incredible,” he said. “This is the moment I’ve dreamed of for so long: to flood your womb with my seed and make you the mother of my cubs.”