Pleasure and Scent

He chuckled as she tried to remove his hand from between her legs. He simply strummed her little nub harder. The smell of her fear and panic were nothing compared to the smell of her desire. He so badly wanted to taste her. Now wasn't the time though.

Patience was needed in these precursory stages. It was in fact imperative to the progress he wanted. She remained silent throughout his ministrations. Though he knew it wouldn't last for long. Every time he would drag his finger over her she would hold her breath.

She vainly tried to pull away and then gave up. He was happy to see her learning. As her breathless little sighs filled his ears he began rubbing himself against her. Embarrassing but it couldn't be helped. He was hard and aching for her. More than he had ever been.

And he continued to play her like an instrument.

Oh that cursed strumming finger of his was driving her crazy. More often was she forgetting to hold back her moans. Breathless sighs and high pitched groans left her mouth. The feel of his rumbling purring chest as he rubbed his stubbled face over her spine amped everything up to a new high.

Scent marking and meeting the unintentional challenge she had in advertedly issued told her he was the dominant here. Her instincts were going haywire. Her animal was begging to be let loose. She fought her desire her animal side and him.

Something had to be lost. Something had to be given in. She felt her logical mind fade into the background. The cat was officially out of the bag.

He felt the shift in her. The loosening of muscles and the human sounds turned animal. She had let her cat come out so when she pulled away and turned onto her back he sat back and watched. he could see it in her eyes, the wildness there beckoned his own beast out.

He held it back and leaned over the submissive female now. Rubbing his chin and face over her body as he made his way up to her face. She muzzled him affectionately. He eyes went to the apex of her thighs.

'Well guess wishes can come true.'

He seettled himself between her thighs and let his tongue get to work. Her claws dug into his scalp. Her purrs filled the air. He made her rise higher and higher. And finally came to the end he desired. She cried out her claws meeting his bone. All of it was making his need insatiable.

He prolonged her suffering continuing his assualt on her. He gave her no quarter. And it was perfection in lotr most primal sense.

When she was boneless and satiated he managed to pull himself away from her. Leaving her to nap languidly on the bed. The next order of buisness was a cold shower and food.

Today was just a taste of what was to come. The very beginnings of better things to come. He was pleased as he made a meal for both of them. The scream of frustration and rage that came from the bedroom however made him think his mate wasn't too happy about it.

He chuckled to himself. He really couldn't wait to see how she dealt with this. How angry she was. How much she would fight. It was bound to be entertaining at least.