The large clawed hand of Chris softtly caresses those blonde curls. Amethysts toned hues stare down at his mate, head resting on his burly knuckles. His chuckle damn near reverberates through the entirety of that muscular furry physique of his.
A fang toothed smile spreads across his face as he watches his cute little princess service him in such a way.
“Who would have thought such a cute girl would be so nasty~,” he smirks. “Servicing the local beast this way. Sometimes I wonder if you prefer this form~”
The sight of his thick length coated in his lovers salvia was enough to earn a pleased grunt. Each of her kisses to that vein coated glory makes him wonder how she takes him with such ease. A fleeting thought as another lick brings him back to reality, the welcome warmth of her hands against his balls earning a deep voiced groan.
“Guess you missed this, mi amor,” Chris smirks as that same hand creates a makeshift pony tail, pulling her away from her work to press passionate kiss against her lips. “I suppose I’ll have to remind you of what you missed~”
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‘Whatever you need, I got you. This is your element so I trust you.’
Chris Luna was…odd.
He towered over most. He had a frame that many would beg for. Arms that could lift any and everything in his path( as she discovered many times). A voice that could command a room. If anything the lad could rival any of the men in her pride.
Yet, he was the complete opposite.
His ears perked up whenever she needed help. No matter how important it was, his body was always turned towards her, giving her undivided attenuation. Them those eyes. Those big stupid adorable eyes that always gazed at her like she was the most imprtsnt person in the room. This hunk of a man was the sweetest person Caillens ever met….
And every second pissed her off.
What the fuck was his problem? He should be aan asshole. The men in her pride were like that, the beings she been with have been meatheads with their own head up their arese. But him? Sweet as those apple pies he baked.
“Don’t get anything confused tenderfoot, I could easily kill you and move on about my day.”
A threat she vowed to follow up on at the slightest slip up on his part.
“I know.”
There he goes with those big cute stupid eyes looked at her with….admiration. She told herself would either bed him and leave, or kill him and keep it moving. That was a year ago. Even now was her hands up those squishable cheeks, she debates clawing his face.
She settled for kissing him.
Ugh, even the way he easily melts into her is so weird!!! Fuck him and those sexy ass hands that hold her ever so delicately. Anyone else would be tugging and fighting for control but he holds her like a lover. A hand caressing her back while the other appreciates those fiery red curls.
His passion for her grows as he finds himself getting lost in her kisses. Lavander hues stare half lidded at her for a moment before their weight shifts with him ontop of her. Gods, she was gorgeous. Violet hues that always complimented those fiery curls.
His lips meet her neck, hands caressing the figure the gods blessed her with. Their hips meeting in tandem with a soft heated grind. This was…nice compared to their more hungry and feral encounters. He wasn’t angry with her and there wasn’t an argument to be found.
Just passion.
The lioness was so lost in his trail of kisses, she barely noticed that she was slipping off her leggings. A thought crossed her mind. How giving was he really? All men had some hang up about the idea that crossed her mind.
Those same hands playfully caress those curls that blessed his head. Slowly but surely pushes his pretty little head down, humming a bit every time he stops to kiss every inch of her. Who know the baker had such a ravenous appetite for breasts? She couldn’t blame him. He was lucky to have seen them in so many different ways.
“Get down there moonstone,” she whispers. “I don’t let just anyone taste me before I taste them. Got that?”
That’ll get him to falter.
“Mmhmm, anything for mi…”
Oh God…he’s gonna say it.
“Mi Reina…”
Damn it. Why the fuck did he have to be so cute and eager?! She’s had to damn near argue to get her past lovers to go down on her and here he was eager as hell to even get a small taste of her.
While the lioness was distracted in a cloud of her own confusion and lust, the baker was lost in admiring his meal. As if it were the first time seeing her like this, his tongue meets his lips in anticipation. Even with her hand damn near grilling his curls, he finds time to kiss her thigh.
One kiss turned into two. Two evolved into another series of kisses. His own hands giving them a squeeze. While his tongue was the jazz on her left thigh, his hands were becoming the funk in her right. As much as he wants to dive right into her welcoming wetnes, he instead gives her a few more smooches just make her squirm.
He wanted to savor this moment.
Then he felt a tug of his hair, a silent call to do his job.
But even the strongest man couldn’t resist the beauty that was Caillen. With all his magic, even Chris had to surrender to her taste. An audible hum leaves him as his tongue meets her folds. The Queen of the Pride relaxes, sighing in pleasure.
Was it magic? Or his hushed years of experience? He was way too innocent looking to be that good with his tongue. Who knew such a shy boy would be so eager to have his tongue dance around her arousal.
Her lips grace his taste buds, luscious thighs find comfort in those large hands. His own eyes closed as he gets lost in intoxicating taste that was the Queen of the Pride. Each lick followed by a kiss, every kiss gets a hum of pleasure. Every one hungrier than the last.
‘Gods…he acts like I never let him taste me…’
His face feels at home devouring her pussy, so much that firm grip loosening . Instead of pulling him towards her, those clawed hands soon resting on those curls. For a moment, half lidded hues open to watch the show he was putting on. So cute. So obedient. Maybe she could relax with him…
But then stars meet her eyes as his lips meet the delectable pearl of hers. She gets a nice little reminder of that strength as he pulls her close as if the thought her her taste leaving him haunted him. His hands soon meet Ming her breast as he lapped and sucker at her drooling arousal with abandon. Gasps and curses filled the room, that warm feeling slowly beginning to build more and more. His name from her tongue just further motivation until finally she can no longer hold back.
“CHRIS!” She finally moans, thighs keeping him right where he belongs as she rode out her orgasm.
For a moment, her eyes meet his and just the sight of her tenderfoots gaze only made her orgasm hit her that much harder. His grip on her soft but firm, making sure he keeps her where he likes. Those thighs becoming makeshift ear muffs.
A few moments pass before her grip on him softens, thankful he was able to hold his breath for such a long time. Her hand wipes away any sweat formed in her brow as the other caresses that adorable cheek of his.
What do you even say after that? She could call him cute. He’ll, for a moment she considers offering him bliss he just gave her but thy both knew he would say it’s fine. Her head is already Ina post organs haze she could only think of one thing.
“I can kill you, you know…” she mutters, before pulling his face close to hers.
He nods.
“I know.”
No fear. No hesitation. Just an honest acknowledgement. Gods, him and those stupid adorable eyes. Her hands cup his face and for once she can’t see herself taking life from those warm hues. Instead of thoughts of tearing his head off, she instead settles for her lips against his.
“One day…but not today. Only cause you got some magic in that tongue…and you tired me out. I think you can be nice enough to hold me.”
A small smile reaches his face, a nod soon following. He leans up, giving her a rather tasteful glance at the frame she loved so much. She noticed a lack of the scars and scratches that let any and everyone know she was hers. The Queen of the Pride would make sure to fix that later.
For now, her throne that was those massive arms welcomes her to her place. That short curvy frame slots into his like a puzzle, though she will happily press her ass into him. Even with that tongue tiring her out, she gives few wiggles.
There’s that all too welcome poke against her ass.
“Consider that a thanks and sneak preview, moonstone,” she chuckles, one hand lazily stroking that beard of his. “I plan on paying you back and reminding you who you belong too.
A familar dusting of his cheeks and bashful chuckle as he nods.
“I got you, mi amor. I’ll just rest up with ya so I’ll be ready...I trust you.”
A chuckle and kiss to his knuckles. See? She could be nice. Only he would get this. Not anyone else. Chris Luna might have been a strange man but he was her strange man.
[09.] sender sits back and has receiver ride them reverse cowgirl. - Caillen ( Reverse )
“So you can keep up~”
It had been a while.
2 months to be exact.
Days without the Queen of the Pride seeing her Moonstone. Instead of nights with their lips meeting with risks of his bed frame breaking from their passionate love making. Private sinful moments filled with the bake panting and moaning his loves name.
Caillen.
In between thoughts of her moans, he wondered if she missed him as he missed her? Would she return with those same feelings? Could he still fan the flames that was her desire for him?
He would get his answer by way of her knocking on his door. A shared symmetry between them. Their eyes lost in the other before a shared once over. He had been working out, she had been lifting a lot in he travels. That look in her eyes all but confirmed not only did she miss him but she was in heat. One minute their eyes met in a silent but clear message.
‘I need you’
Either one could have said that.
But that wouldn’t be as fun.
Instead he felt her pull him close via his waist band, receiving a reminder of not only her speed. But the welcome reminder of her clawed fingerson where she marked him. Without a word, his lips met hers in a heated embrace.
‘Someone’s been working out~’
‘Yeah, you know I like to tire you out since you can’t keep up.’
Once she kicked his door closed, next moment was a blur. His shirt was ripped clean off, her jacket was easily stripped off. She barely had time to get her leggings off before Chris easily turned her around and took her right against his door. The symphony of her moans blessed his ears , not an ounce of care if his neigboors heard them. He waited too long for her.
Caillens first orgasm against his door was just the beginning. Her hands not only pushed him right into his living room but she took him right there on the floor. No need to even guide that delicious dick if his into her as it stood right at attention, waiting for the welcoming warmth of her arousal.
Calloused hands caress her ass as she used him how she saw fit. Caillen did always say he was obedient. It was one of her favorite things about him. But as much as he loved her riding him through his floor, Chris wanted her a bit more fancy. Plus why not show off the result of that weight lifting.
Lifting her up, not one hint of that vein coated glory leavingntis place. He gave her a kiss ridden guide right to the cozy spot that was his bed. It was a miracle he didn’t take her right there in the hallway.
“Fuck I missed this ass~”
Here they were, in his bed. Caillen taking her throne on his lap, reminding him of how much she missed him. Each time she left his dick, she would slam right back down with no plans of letting him rest. His hands right at home on the gorgeous chest of hers.
“That’s my girl, we have a lot of missed time to make up for, so don’t hold back~”
[07.] sender holds receiver steady against shower tiles, fucking them while hot water streams down their bodies. - Bonnie and Chris ( Reverse )
“I missed you…”
Bonnie Bennet often said she was no small thing. Her large breasts blessed by the gods matched her hips. Stretch marks across her thighs and tummy were often described as lightening bolts from the goddess that signaled growth. Past lovers described her as too heavy to fully move and throw around in bed.
Yet at this very moment?
She’s as light as a feather.
Those large hands rest on her ass, biceps working as harnesses for those thighs. Her back met a light purple tile in a smooth embrace. Acting as a support for the way her breast were pressed against the broad chest of Chris.
Those soft brown hues lost in his princesse’s widening Jade irises. Ear blessed with her whimpers and please for more.
It felt like years since he felt this, though it had only been a few months. They knew she had to return but that didn’t make it hurt any less when she did. Every hour. Every minute without Bonnie was torture.
How he desperately yearned for mornings being greeted by her sleeping face. Her warmth in his arms while he listened to soothing sound of her sleeping. Every day without Bonnie was torture, even upon her return and giving space for his feelings to sort out.
“I missed you so much…”
Each thrust into her an assurance of his desire for her. His balance not only impressive but his strength equally so as he planned to keep right where she belonged in both his embrace and the welcome warmth of the water gracing their bodies.
Bonnie Bennett was sweet as the pastries he spent years serving.
Jade hues that could damn near eliminate the word no from the dictionary with one flutter of those eyelashes. Honey blonde curls that always found a way to shine in the sun. A smile that could light up even the darkest of room.
One look many would assume the princess would much prefer her books over a night out. Stuttering over the mere mention of anything sexual. Little did most know that her books could not only make the most active man blush, but her nights often ended with audio versions of the smutty goodness.
Though sometimes those books couldn’t quite reach her like the real thing.
Especially when she was ovulating.
All night she had been a bit more…forward with Chris. Their date to the local club began with her clinging to him, offering a few too many compliments on that form hugging button up. Dances beginning as slow romantic sways soon turned into passionate display hips meeting one another. Sultry eyes meeting his as her ass grinding against the ever growing tent in those black pants.
It was a miracle they didn’t jump each others bones as soon as they left the club. Even more surprising she didn’t blow him on the car ride home, instead settling for kisses at every stop light. She won’t confirm nor deny of rubbing that dick if his while he drove them home.
“I think you know exactly where I want it,” he chuckles against her lips.
Calloused hands pull her close, lips meeting hers as he demonstrates a bit of multitasking. One hand providing an enough strength to keep her close, the other easily unlocking his door. Who says he couldn’t do two things at once?
His teeth sink into his lower lip as he revels in the sight before him, hands already unzipping his pants to reveal that thick vein covered dick to Bonnie. He provides another demonstration of multitasking as he strokes himself, the other placing two fingers on her tongue as if giving her a sneak preview for his plans for that mouth of hers.
“I want it on my dick,” he smirks as he taps his arousal against her tongue. “I want you to show me how bad you wanted this~”
A wink.
“If you’re a good girl, I might even fuck you but you have to earn it, princess~”
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