by Dante King
In my arms, the shifter lost all control. She pressed herself against me desperately, her tongue diving deep into my mouth as I thrust into her heavenly tightness. Each time my cock drove into her, it produced the most amazing whimpers and sighs from the shifter’s throat. Carli was a vocal lover, who had no problem letting me know exactly how much she loved getting fucked.
I liked that about her instantly.
The leg she’d hooked over the arm of the couch trembled uncontrollably as I fucked her. Juice dripped from her slit, coating my shaft more and more every time I pulled back to ram home again and again. My balls tingled with it, drawing up against me as they slapped the backs of her thighs on every thrust.
I was no virgin—I’d had sex before. But it had never, ever been like this.
Carli was like the world’s most devoted wife and its nastiest pornstar, all wrapped up in one tight, athletic package. She bent over the couch, her tits flattened against the leather as she squeaked and squealed with every thrust, slamming herself back on me just as hard as I was fucking her. The hand in her hair tugged, adding pleasure to her pain.
“Fuck, are you trying to kill me?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder with a mischievous grin. “I’m gonna cum, Derek. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum…”
She didn’t need to tell me. I could feel her slit quivering around my cock, her walls clenching like a fist as she prepared to go over the edge.
Just to make it even sweeter, I reached around her taut little tummy and slipped my fingers beneath the hem of her panties, rubbing her clit from the front as I fucked her from the back.
It proved to be too much for Carli to take.
The shifter’s eyes rolled back in her head, huge sobs of passion escaping her as she gave herself utterly over to me.
Carli thrust herself back one more time, trying to get me as deep inside of her as she possibly could, then the tenor of her moans changed to a low, endless cry as she went over the edge.
A flood of juice coated her thighs as she came, her walls gripping me extra tight as I kept right on thrusting inside of her.
The contrast of Carli’s tanned skin, flushed from her cheeks to her navel, against the black leather of the couch was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I leaned back, watching my cock disappear and reappear from inside of her like a magic trick, coming back coated in more of her feminine juices each time.
Fucking her from behind let me go so deep, let me fill her exactly the way I wanted. I could have kept on pounding her like a jackhammer until I came.
But Carli wasn’t finished with me yet.
She kissed me hard as she came down from her peak, then slipped off me with a little whimper. Anticipation filled me as she positioned herself on the edge of the cushions and took me into her mouth.
Carli sucked me greedily, groaning with pleasure at the combination of her and my juices all over my fat, throbbing cock.
“You made me come so hard, Derek,” Carli whimpered, burying her face against my balls. “You know what I do for a guy who can get me off like that? Make me cum the way I deserve?”
I couldn’t wait to find out. “What?”
Carli pulled back, her eyes shining as she gazed up at me. It wasn’t love in those eyes, not yet—but it was the beginning of something deep and primal.
“Whatever he fucking wants,” she said with a giggle.
Then she went right back to sucking me.
My hand came down on the back of her head, coaxing Carli’s lips further down my shaft. The contrast between Soojin’s devoted, maternal sucking and Carli’s pornstar routine couldn’t have been clearer—the catgirl liked to get sloppy with it, to make a lot of noise and gag all over my cock. I tried to decide which I liked better, but both of them felt so fucking good. I couldn’t choose.
Carli took me deep three or four more times, then pulled off me with a gentle gag.
“You really like being dominant, don’t you?” the shifter asked hopefully. “Like, you really, really like being in charge of me?”
I heard the need in that voice. Carli was so capable and independent in her personal life—she needed someone to give her permission to be submissive. To let go in the bedroom in a way she never could when dealing with her business.
I leaned over and planted a hearty slap on her backside. Carli’s groan was all the answer she needed.
“Let’s finish this in the bedroom,” Carli purred, glancing at the door. “I’ve got something special for you, stud. Something I think you’re really gonna like…”
I followed her into the bedroom, my eyes on her ass the whole way. Once she got to the door, Carli removed her panties, leaving her shaved pussy bare and exposed. Only the garter belt and her black stockings remained. I figured she wouldn’t take those off unless I told her to, and I liked the way they looked too much.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for a man I could do this with,” Carli whispered, her voice crackling with need. She drew back the covers with a grin, reaching to either side of the mattress as if she were looking for something she’d dropped underneath the bed. “What do you think of this?”
When I realized what she’d brought up, my eyes widened. Twin straps led beneath the mattress, connected underneath by some unknown mechanism. Each one ended in a leather cuff, which was closed by a small silver key sitting on the nightstand.
Fuck. Carli’s bed came with restraints?
“You are a kinky little bitch,” I said, looking from the apparatus to her. “Aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Carli purred without shame. “I love being tied up. Restrained and helpless. Once I’m tied down to this bed, stud, I won’t be able to get up until you unlock me. Even my Raiju strength won’t get me free. You’ll be able to do whatever you want to me…”
Carli’s tits heaved with excitement as she described what had to be one of her all-time fantasies. I’d never really thought about it before, as my previous girlfriends had been a little bit too vanilla to do something crazy like install restraints beneath the bed. But suddenly the idea of tying Carli up and having my way with her sounded incredible.
“Come here, slut,” I growled, grabbing the catgirl by the wrists.
Carli played at resisting me, but the little kisses and nibbles she planted on my neck and cheeks as I strapped her down betrayed her need. I fastened the straps around her wrists and watched as the leather snapped, the restraints drawing tense as a bowstring once the cuffs were closed. Carli’s wrists pressed into the mattress, pinning her to the spot.
“There’s more over there,” she whispered, glancing toward the foot of the bed. “My ankles, Derek. Please…”
Two more cuffs lay beneath that end of the bed. In minutes, I’d fastened them around her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled across the mattress.
I looked down at the beautiful Raiju shifter, naked save for her stockings. What did I want to do to her?
Everything, I thought.
“Oh fuck,” Carli whimpered, as if only now realizing the reality of her situation. “I really let you do it, Derek. Fuck, I’m helpless.” She tested her restraints, flexing a wrist and an ankle the couple of inches the tension would allow. “I barely even know you, and I’m letting you do whatever you want to me…”
I grinned down at her. “I know you in the only way that matters,” I said, gripping her inner thigh.
Carli’s eyes rolled back in her head as two of my fingers entered her.
“You’re so tight and wet,” I grunted, discarding what was left of my boxers. “How did you know I love fucking a girl after I’ve made her cum?”
“You do?” Carli whimpered, half-delirious with bliss.
“Oh yeah. Everything’s so wet and tight,” I said, climbing on top of her. I was going to do my level best to fuck Carli right through her mattress. She’d be walking funny for a week by the time I was done with her. “Plus it helps with fertility. Getting a girl off before you cum in her makes it even more likely yo
u’ll get her pregnant…”
What was wrong with me? I’d never confessed that before—not to any girl. Not even my girlfriends knew about that side of me.
But Carli reacted as if I’d just touched on her darkest, deepest fantasy.
“Oh fuck how did you know?” the shifter panted, lifting her hips as much as she was able to grind them against me. “How did you know I was ovulating, Derek? Fuck, I’m not on birth control, either!”
I didn’t know. And to be honest, I kind of suspected Carli was just roleplaying with that last part. But that didn’t matter—the fantasy drove me wild.
“Now I can’t stop you,” Carli teased, grinding her pussy against me. “I could beg you to put on one of the condoms I’ve got in the nightstand, but you don’t even have to listen to me! You’ve got all the power—you can fuck me raw and unprotected, and there’s nothing I can do about it…”
Fuck. How did this girl get me so perfectly!?
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With one hard thrust, I buried myself deep inside of Carli’s tight pussy. Her body spread beneath mine, twisting even further as the restraints bit into her wrists and ankles. She took me deeper than deep, grinding upward as hard as she could.
“Oh fuck, you’re so hard!” she groaned, her voice entering the upper registers barely on the edge of hearing. “You’re gonna breed me, aren’t you, Derek? You’re gonna claim my fucking pussy—make that pussy yours! Oh fuck, oh fuck you’re so deep…”
Her cries were as sweet as honey in my ears. Each thrust into her tight, wet pussy felt better than the last one—beneath me, I felt Carli have a second orgasm, the wave of pleasure barely slowing her babble of need.
She felt so tight, so perfect, so ready.
“I”m gonna come,” I roared, wrapping both arms around her shoulders for even more leverage. “Fuck, Carli, here it fucking comes!”
My cock jerked against the entrance to her core as the pleasure became unbearable—then release hit me like a tidal wave. Thick ropes of hot seed erupted from the head of my cock as bliss overwhelmed me, the feeling like nothing else on Earth.
Carli’s inner muscles gripped me tight, her legs flexing as hard as they could against the restraints with the primal desire to wrap her ankles around my back and coax me as deep as she could into her womb. I pushed her harder against the mattress, heedless to her cries of passion as my balls drained inside of her.
It was the strongest, sweetest orgasm of my entire life.
And as I looked up at Carli, expecting to see the sweat-covered face of my newest conquest, a vision unraveled before my eyes.
I was still coming—which was probably the only thing keeping me from going insane. In a flash, I was floating over a sprawling metropolis, rain pouring down in sheets across gray granite buildings. A massive beast stood astride those skyscrapers, laying waste to all before it with titanic lightning bolts.
It was a tempest made manifest—a force of nature. A destroyer.
The Raiju, I thought, the top of my head nearly rising into the stratosphere.
The vision lasted only a few more moments. As the pleasure ebbed, I collapsed and found myself buried against Carli’s collar, the shifter beneath me laughing and groaning in bliss as I finished emptying inside of her. Carli had already managed to wriggle one wrist free of the bed’s restraints—so much for being helpless—and was using it to hug me tight as I poured myself out inside of her.
“Fuck yes,” Carli whimpered, tangling her fingers in my hair. “God damn you came so much! Oh fuck, I can feel it dripping out of me. I wish I still had panties on so they could be soaked with your load…”
I blinked, coming back to myself. “I saw it,” I grunted, looking Carli right in the eyes. “I saw the spirit that possessed you. I saw the fucking Raiju.”
Carli didn’t believe me. “Oh yeah? I think I felt the Earth move the second time you got me off, stud. Fuck, I had no idea you could fuck like that…”
She trailed off, seeing the look in my eyes. “You’re serious.”
“Right as I came,” I said, resting my head against her collar. “It was crazy. Fuck, that’s what it looks like?”
Carli’s other wrist came free of the strap. She hugged me tight, smiling into my hair as she came down from her own amazing peak.
“Now you know what I see every night when I go to sleep,” she murmured, stroking the back of my head. “Pretty freaky, isn’t it?”
“You see that thing?” I asked.
Somehow, Carli’s legs came free.
“Shh,” she purred, tugging the blankets up over our bodies. The warmth of the shifter against me felt amazing after the hot, sweaty fucking—I had a runner’s high, like I’d just completed one hell of a workout.
“We can talk about it in the morning,” Carli said. “Rest now. You’ve earned it…”
That should have been it. We’d tabled things until tomorrow, and I had heaven itself in my bed—a glorious, naked shifter who’d just gotten finished giving me the best sex of my life.
But a few minutes later, as I gently snoozed against Carli’s side, the world began to change.
I stood on a busy city street, surrounded by pedestrians who didn’t seem to see me. They moved around me on either side, hustling and bustling to their destinations while glancing down at their ever-present phones. Only a sliver of sky could be seen between the buildings, a tiny reminder of the natural world surrounding us.
I glanced up into that sliver—and saw a blood-red, unblinking eye.
A scream tore itself from my throat, but it was already too late. A massive red dragon dove between the skyscrapers, screeching at a glass-breaking frequency as it dropped to the concrete street. Now people put down their phones and began to run, but it was too late for them. A blast of fire from the dragon coursed down the thoroughfare, laying waste to all before it.
I turned to run, but it was like my legs were made of solid stone. All I managed was to twist at the waist as the wall of flame covered the distance to me. The heat burned against my face, and I was torn apart—
I woke in a cold sweat. The covers slid down to my waist as I sat up in darkness.
It took a few moments to remember where I was. This was Carli’s bedroom—the woman herself lay beside me, completely naked beneath the blanket. Her garter belt and stockings lay in a messy pile next to the bed, discarded for sleeping. Even asleep, her cat ears and tail were a permanent part of her anatomy.
Her tail twisted just above her naked ass as she rolled over, her eyes shining in the darkness. “Nightmares?” the shifter asked.
“Yeah,” I whispered, putting a hand to my forehead. “I saw a dragon destroying our city.”
Carli pulled me close, her cool embrace calming the storm inside my head. She purred against my ear. “Now you know how I feel.”
I remembered what she’d told me about the Raiju. “You too?”
I felt her nod more than I saw it. “Every night,” she admitted, pressing her body against mine. The skin-to-skin contact felt incredible, soothing me further. “It’s good to share this with you. I’ve had to carry it alone for so long. Legendary shifters like us—we have these dreams. They’re of our guardian spirits, the ones who gave us our powers. It’s pretty much the only downside to what we are.”
“Shit,” I grunted, sliding an arm around Carli’s taut little tummy. “That’s awful.”
“It’s less awful when you’ve got someone to share it with,” she giggled, nuzzling up against me. “Hold me, Derek. Keep me safe, so the next time the Raiju shows up, I know you’ve got me…”
I did. Carli was out like a light within minutes, and I followed soon after.
Neither of us had any more nightmares that night.
Chapter 15
The next morning, Carli and I woke to the smell of bacon and eggs.
Carli stretched and sighed beneath the covers, rolling over and throwing an arm over my bare chest.
“Good morning, De
rek,” she purred, nuzzling up against me like the animal from whom she took her powers. “How’d you sleep?”
Without waiting for an answer, Carli gave a start. Her eyes snapped open, her cute nose wrinkling at the smell permeating the bedroom.
“Oh shit,” she said with a giggle. “I was going to suggest the two of us go another round before everyone else wakes up, but I think somebody beat us to the punch. God, that smells delicious!”
The shifter peeled the covers back from her naked body. Without a hint of shame, Carli made her way over to the dresser and started sifting through it, picking out an old T-shirt with a punk band’s logo on it and a new pair of panties. The shirt came down to mid-thigh, covering her up just enough for other people.
I, on the other hand, had nothing but my boxers. I’d left the rest of my clothes on the couch when Carli and I headed to the bedroom. They were probably still laying there in a messy heap, visible to anyone who wanted to see them.
I swallowed hard. Soojin knows, I thought, my stomach doing a flip. Even though the gorgeous apothecary seemed okay with me banging one of her friends, there was one hell of a difference between theory and practice. I pictured coming out into the living room to Soojin waving a frying pan around, demanding vengeance for what Carli and I did last night.
Carli noticed my hesitation. “Oh shit, you don’t have any clothes,” she realized, laughing. “Not to worry, I’ve got a connection who can get you some threads fast. You’ll have to eat breakfast in what you’ve got, though—I don’t think any of my shirts will fit you.”
Well, hell. It wasn’t like I’d be able to hide what Carli and I had done last night. Shirtless or no, it was written all over my face. And it was plenty warm down here in the hideout: no shirt necessary.
“Whatever,” I said, gruffly rising from the bed. “Let’s get something to eat.”
“Geez, you seem pretty pissed for a guy who got laid last night,” Carli teased, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Bet your belly’s rumbling after all that fun…”
