#sammyxinky

She shook her head, drawing a deep breath in as she let her feet fall flat onto the ground. “He’ll come soon.” Her tail flicked sharply, arching through the air in a burst of forced confidence. “There is no reason why he won’t.” As the saying goes- speak of the devil- it did not take long for Sammy to burst into the room. Inky straightened even before he fully manifested: Having known him for so long, she could pick up on the charged air in the room before Sammy entered. It was as if the room itself held its breath in anticipation, the very quality of the air shifting. “There you are!” Inky found herself instinctively brightening, a smile breaking out as she rushed towards him. Before her stood her behemoth of a boyfriend, his toned stature looming over her. Her smile was immediately overshadowed by the remembrance of her state a few minutes ago, and her brow immediately furrowed. She pouted as her gaze fixed on him: “Where were you? What took so long?” Sammy was quiet, his eyes seemingly assessing her before words even left his lips. “Things went… As they always do.” Inky paused. Her dark eyes scanning her beloved- she could tell when something was off. “Hmh is that really all? You seem… out of it today. AND you took so long! You promised you would be back by… well-” her words drifted off as her eyes focused upon Sammy’s masked face. Most would say a masked man is impossible to read but, to someone who knew the wearer intimately, there were always small tells and bearings about the man that gave away his feelings and, sometimes, even his thoughts. Inky’s mind recalibrated. Clearly something was off with Sammy, perhaps it had been a bad day. He was not obligated to talk to her about all that had upset him, sometimes - she had learned - simply being there was enough. Plus, a little side dish of… fun distraction would only help change his mood, no? “Well, Sam Sam, you don’t gotta tell me what’s wrong. But, you don’t have to wallow in it alone either. Besides… You’ve arrived late and, I think that means you’re quite deserving of some punishment.” A sign of life flashed through the golden eyes behind the holes of the mask: intrigue. “Punishment?” he echoed the word, just as a cat curiously paws at something that grabs its interest.

“Surely you didn’t think tardiness was tolerated?” her voice purred, an edge of something hungry in it as she brought herself up to tip-toe her breath warmly brushing against his throat. “Hmh” his eyes briefly set on her face and something shifted about his frame, his whole being re-calibrating to the role he has been assigned to. “I suppose misdemeanors must be fully corrected, no matter the severity of the… crime.” A delighted hum left Inky’s lips before she could stop it, as she threw herself at the ink entity. “But, tell me, little lamb…Do you really think you can teach fear to a big bad wolf?” his voice seemed to come from somewhere deeper, his chest rumbling. Inky could feel it through her, her face buried in his chest. His fingers slowly crawled up her waist, gripping her there as he lifted her, inching towards the bed waiting just for them. A small gasp escaped Inky’s lips as Sammy slammed her down on the mattress. Her weight dented the mattress as his knees softly sank between her thighs, his hands braced against her head. “See? I didn’t think so…” he growled as he lowered his face to hers. An innocent sparkle twinkled in her eyes as she reached out a slender arm to push back his mask, revealing his hungry expression set on her. “Was I naive for thinking a lamb could change such a bad wolf’s heart?” Sammy’s tongue flicked out, catching a strip of her palm resting against his jaw. “More… endearing. The naivety of something so… small and fragile…” With one hand braced still against the side of her head, the other trailed down from her collarbone, down the outline of her waist to rest on her hip. His eyes met hers again, but, this time, with a small question within it- a held breath waiting for a signal. Inky’s smile widened. She nodded which was all the confirmation Sammy needed. With a low growl, he hooked his fingers beneath her shirt and lifted it up: quickly freeing her bosoms to his hungry gaze. “Ah, there they are.” he mused, as he beheld them. “My favourite toys.” Inky shrugged the shirt off as Sammy pulled further, allowing it to come off. Almost impatiently, the ink entity threw the cloth away, letting it land upon the wooden tiles. Slowly, reverently, Sammy lowered his face to her breasts. His warm breath washed over the sensitive skin sending shivers down Inky’s spine. Her own hands slipped beneath his shirt and came to rest against his waist as if trying to find some anchor. Her fingers sunk into his flesh, and a static of excitement coursed through her as she pressed against the firm muscles there. His body gave a small instinctive shiver. To feel this massive body shake in her palms filled her with a sense of… power. She let out a soft giggle. “Ah… so beautiful…” Sammy whispered, his voice carrying the inattention of a man fully absorbed, distantly aware of Inky’s massaging of his muscles. His tongue flicked out, tracing a slow line across the globe of one of her breasts. Inky’s breath caught. Sammy slowed, his eyes searching hers to ensure she was comfortable. Inky met it and with a small smile, nodded. His tongue found her nipple, his mouth latching onto it as he began to slowly suckle it, lightly biting the sensitive flesh as his free hand came up to squeeze the other. His eyes closed, a low groan vibrating from his chest. The sensation hit her in waves, her toes curled her fingers digging further into his skin.

“Ngh-” a suppressed gasp escaped her lips, her back arching as if aching for further suction from Sammy’s touch. “Oh, little lamb… You have no idea what you do to me…” he whispered, the warmth of his breath around her breasts sending further shivers down her spine. Drawing a shaky breath in, Inky’s face scrunched into something mischievous: “Awwww, is the big bad wolf already full? This lamb can be enjoyed in more than one bite, you know~” Sammy’s motion came to a brief pause. One hand still squeezing her breast, his mouth still stubbornly set on the other. His eyes slowly rose, fixing on her face. “Mhm, then perhaps it is time for the main course.” Sammy’s face slowly moved away from her breast, a trickle of spit connecting his lip from the hardened flesh of her nipple. Her eyes scrunching up into that of excitement, Inky squirmed beneath him. “Let me up.” Inky commanded, the rise and fall of their chest colliding the only sound filling the room. Sammy did not respond with words. Instead, his arms flexed as he gripped Inky’s waist, and, in a swift movement, he reversed their position: Inky now straddled upon his hip, and Sammy’s back sinking against the soft body of the mattress, left to gaze upon her, giving her the attention of a stargazer transfixed by the celestial bodies above. “Enjoying the view?” she drawled, a smirk quirked at the edge of her lips as he moved his hip. A slow smile spread upon Sammy’s face at the comment. He felt her hands descend towards his chest, spreading out over his pecs. “Hm, let me tell you all about it…” he purred as his hip rose to meet hers while her body descended upon him, her back flattening like a feline’s, letting her abdomen press intimately against Sammy’s. Slowly, her fingers slid beneath the suspenders, pulling them taut. She ducked her head under the stretched straps, then leaned back into them, letting the fabric rub against her back. “Ah…” she moaned, tipping her head back and inhaling the particular scent of the room. It was then that she could feel something solid and hard press against her inner thigh. A knowing smile spread across her face. “Is the big bad wolf already in heat?” she cooed, lifting his chin up to her gaze. “Must you be so cruel, little lamb?” He tilted his head sideways, playing up the part. “You’re really testing me today, aren’t you? Is this my punishment?” “Hmh, I don’t know what you’re talking about~” Sammy’s own hands swung to his trousers, making quick work of them. A sound of fabric rustling filled the room as the trouser and boxers came off, tossed across the small expanse of it. Inky’s eyes eclipsed with lust as she felt the hard, throbbing flesh press angrily against her thigh. “Ah… I can feel you- so impatient…” she whispered, leaning down against him, her face inches from his. “Don’t you worry, Sammy boy, I’ll bring paradise to you soon…” Inky sat back on her haunches as she pulled and threw away her undergarment. It fell where Sammy’s own clothes pooled.

She looked down at the swollen flesh beneath her with a sense of wonder. On the pitch-black flesh, a glimmer of something white and transparent sat at the crown of it- pre-cum moistening it, hungering for her embrace. No matter how many times they’d done this, she still felt a flicker of awe at the idea of how something so huge could fit into her so neatly… so perfectly. Slowly, Inky lowered herself on his cock. As his tip disappeared into her, the urge to slam himself fully into her clawed at Sammy’s being. Yet, he restrained himself- knowing full well they had to go through their agreed pace. Inch by inch, Sammy’s cock disappeared into Inky’s heat until, with a body-wide shiver, Inky’s body fully swallowed up her lover’s rod. “Ah-” a gasp escaped her lips at the sensation. She could feel him so deep inside her: Somehow, something so large settling deep inside her, reaching and tickling the very entrance of her cervix. Sammy beneath her groaned, his back arching as his lover’s heat wrapped around every inch of his burning flesh. Throbbing inside her already, its heat blurred the line between, making it hard to distinguish where he ended and where she began. “You’re… perfect…” Sammy rasped underneath her, a hand finding its way against her hip, splaying wide, swallowing up half of it with his grip. “So tight… Every. Single. Time.” Their rhythm found itself naturally. When she shifted, he followed- his hips meeting her rhythm. She moaned as his cock sunk deeper within her. At the sound of her pleasure, his fingers dug further into her hip. Slowly, his own hands guided her when she lifted. His cock smoothly slid out with her movement until only the tip remained inside. Then, she crashed back down, swallowing it up whole again into herself. Sammy groaned, the sudden rush of pressure around him sending spasms of pleasure throughout his body. “Ah… Inkling… You are such a good girl…” he grunted, his hip pumping up and down with each of their synchronized motions. They moved in sync, rising and falling together, driving into the furthest depth of her until his hardness pressed and rubbed mercilessly against her cervix. It made her wail, the sensation burning and spreading all across her limbs. “Ah… Sammy!” Inky moaned as Sammy pumped harder. With each thrust of his hip, her body bounced and jerked atop him, her hands gripped his arms for purchase. Sammy’s eyes fixed on her face then down to her breasts which swayed and bounced hypnotically with each movement. The depth only increased as Sammy’s movement became rougher. His length slamming against her cervix mercilessly. A choked moan escaped Inky’s lips, her whole body trembled and shivered, overwhelmed by the sensation. “Everything okay, little lamb?” he choked the words out, his voice taut and tight as he kept her pinned down upon his cock. “Yes- Oh God, Sammy! Keep going!-” Sammy obliged: with a few more thrusts, he could feel Inky’s insides spasming, her heat massaging his flesh and he knew she was close. “Sing for me, little lamb! Tell me how much you like it!” With a few more brutal thrusts, Sammy fully lodged himself within her, grinding his hip to rub himself fully against her. Inky’s body which had bounced and jerked above him came to a sudden stop.

A moan ripped from her throat as she felt her climax hit: “AAA! SAMMY!” Her toes curled, her fingers clawing into his arms, drawing droplets of blood at the site. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself gush out onto him. The ripple of her inner muscles also drove Sammy over the edge: with a low growl that came from somewhere behind his ribs, Sammy felt himself explode within her. A deluge of hot liquid rushed into her- The sticky essence filling her up rapidly. Inky’s body spasmed- to be so fully invaded by him, to have every bit of him inside her sent another wave of ecstasy through her. Sammy’s hip jerked against her, working his seeds deeper within her until finally he slowed. Their mixed fluids dripped from where they were joined, the excess cum and juice slowly slipping down her thighs and his, dribbling upon the bedsheets, wet spots forming underneath them. Inky remained where she was, still joined with him as she caught her breath. Her chest rose and fell as she came down from her high. The suspenders that had supported her back were long gone, discarded when Sammy had discarded his trousers. Yet she leaned back, spined curving as she tipped her head up, catching her breath. Sammy too drew in ragged breaths, his hold over her hips now soft. His fingers rubbed slow circles around where he had gripped her hard as if trying to ease the red spots away. “That… that was…” Inky finally started, words slowly forming in her breathless mouth. “Fantastic.” Sammy finished her sentence for her as he let out a deep breath. Slowly he rolled himself to the side, his hands moving up to Inky’s shoulders, guiding her down with him. She did, curling into him as she let herself be held. His flaccid cock slipped free, the remnants of their release slipping free onto the sheets. “We should clean up.” Inky murmured against Sammy’s chest. “Hmh,” Sammy mused, his arm wrapped around Inky’s frame. “Later. First let’s… stay.” Inky found herself silent as she huddled closer against Sammy’s chest, her body curled into him. Sammy’s arm closed in on her back, slowly pressing her against his chest further. The two stayed cuddled through the night until sleep eventually overtook them. The rest could wait until morning.