Go ahead and try, she invited. It was suppose to be a challenge but it was taken as a phrase of worship. Of course a female wanted his pups. He was amazing! Utterly amazing! He smirked and lapped his tongue across her wound, moaning a bit as he continued his great work. This woman would be blessed if he fertilized her seeds. He felt her giving in to the pleasure he was providing. He gave a small laugh, suddenly filled with a greater urge for her body.
So much heat radiated from between their legs as he went. She surprised him by swiveling her small set of hips. He moaned at the sight. He hated admitting that, even though he raped women, the most natural turn on was when they were willing. His thoughts flashed to Amy. She had been so willing and eager for him. Was it true that other women could do the same without him forcing it? Shaking his head to clear his mind he panted in pleasure. It would be time soon.
A song of pleasure arose from her lips. It had slipped, not being intended for his ears. A devilish grin passed his ebony face. She wanted him so much. He could tell. The inner conflict she was having made him go further in, and quicker out each time. When she suddenly spat in his face with a curse he just chuckled. The more she wanted it, the more she fought it. He knew her game now.
Making her straddle him, he dug in his claws to her sides to keep her in place. She was limp and tired from fighting him. He pressed her up and down as he shifted his hips from below. Her tightness was driving him insane. Soon he would finish inside her in hopes to cause a scare. And if he did recieve pups? So be it! He could snatch one from their mother's care to be his little minion! And the girls would be his to harass! He made a half-howl at the thought. Perfection in itself was when he had pups that couldn't deny their own father.
As he pressed his future mate up and down he grew more and more ready. He began to pant each time, grunting and groaning more frequently. If she gave in for the last bit he'd be in a sexual heaven. A heaven worthy of the sex god he was. He looked up at her bouncing chest and young face. Give in to me... then I'll let you go. He knew it was unlikely but something made him want her to want this. He kept on his moving under her as he pulled up and down on her hips. His claws were dug in so they drew blood, but not too much. It was his hope that she would give him the most pleasure she could before he let her run away... well, run away until she came back for more that is.
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Fang Table By Cait.