Summer is finally in its downswing. I watch the sun drift closer to the horizon, its brilliant rays streaking across what remains bare in the sky. Clouds have rolled in, seemingly ablaze while the sun makes its retreat. There are faint rays peeking through the roiling darkness above, where the tumultuous blanket gives in to the radiance above. Slowly, I can begin take in the change in the air around me, the smell changing to petrichor as the font above begins to rend open. As the essence of the sky falls upon my form, my senses dance and sway with every slow blink and deep breath. The rain is cool to my skin, and I raise my arms and let those cool kisses embrace me. Each evaporating droplet a subtle sigh. This absolute calm a blissful sensation, an unbeknownst bastion of serenity afore the onslaught to come.
I stepped outside while you were showering, freshly returned from your trip to the gym. I would have joined you, but you protested because of the gym smell. I wasn’t going to push it, and let you take a long, hot shower by yourself – surely a reprieve for your aching muscles. With the rain pounding, eyes closed, and earthly vapors subsuming me, I am unaware of your approach. Light on your feet, you walk up behind me. I imagine the scene to be quite strange. I would appear to be holding up the sunset as steam rolls around me, wisps blooming from my outstretched arms. Suddenly a new sensation brings me back to myself, spirit no longer soaring among the cosmic waves. It begins lightly, a warm, wet flick on the back of my ear. Followed by soft pinch, as a gentle nibble takes its place and your arms wrap around my torso.
I slowly turn and break free, relaxing my body, and there you are… aglow in the amber and crimson light sneaking through the torrent above. The light matches you perfectly, your hair ignites, and your skin is still a warm red hue from the hot shower, a small towel all that is between me and your exposed form. As if to mirror me, the moisture from the shower is slowly escaping your skin, carrying with it the faint scents of soap and exertion, a cocktail laced with pheromones hellbent on shattering the tranquility bestowed upon me by the gentle bosom of nature.
Your eyes stare into me, a delicate home for the ferocity buried deep within. Your smile widens, and I cannot help but match it. With my right hand pressed against the small of your back, pulling you toward me, my left reaches for your soft cheek. My thumb caresses the bone under your eye as I pull you in and move forward to light upon your lips. Your skin is blazing compared to my rain-soaked body, and I can feel the warmth radiating from your hands going up the underside of my wet shirt. As our lips part, you remove and cast aside my soaked shirt, and then run your fingers and nails down my back with fresh zeal. Then my breast erupts in sparks and flame as your lips go from a wry grin to the fangs of a lioness digging into my flesh.
In the smallest of moments, the natural tranquility I had been so peaceful in fractures as a cascade of energy, adrenaline, and pheromones pierce my consciousness. I thrust my head to the side of yours and let out a guttural noise somewhere between a moan and a growl. The rapture of primal desire eclipsing the shackles left within. Your jaws release me, as my hand, once on your cheek, now runs up the back of your head, hair between my fingers. Slowly, with intent but lacking malevolence, I pull your head backward exposing your neck. I lightly lick along the length of your exposed, vulnerable neck. On the way back down my jaw unveils its dangerous implements, as my teeth come down on your throat. Not enough to damage you, but wide and strong enough to pressure your blood flow and airway simultaneously. With a sound not quite a moan and not quite a yelp escapes your besieged form.
I release you slowly, in grand anticipation of the coming violence. We both know how this game is played, and our eyes lock, and flash, readying the field. You try and strike first, attempting to grab onto my arm. But… there is no real avenue of attack. You grab on and I pull you in closer. Your other hand lashes out, and I catch it in midair. Your body, while not frail, would normally be a fun challenge to warm me up. However… the gym must have left you a little more sore than you would be otherwise. I move you up against the wall in the kitchen, throwing away the towel around you. I take both of your arms and hold them above you with one hand, the other caressing down from your neck to your navel – fingernail scratching the way down. Once I reach my destination, my hand slides around to your back, and the full force of my claws rake up your backside as I move in to devour your breast. Starting with a lick around the nipple, then a nibble as my hand comes from behind you to your breast and grasps it firmly as I fully encompass it in my jaws. With a powerful bite and suck, you might be scared I’m going to tear your body apart, but then I release and switch to the other side. As I let go, they are already darkening, and a small puncture leaks beautiful crimson down the curves of your chest.
A howl escapes you as the pain flares your nerves fully awake. I go up to your face, and with a grin, kiss you lightly on the cheek… then I move down and lap up the little red rivulet of you. I spread your essence over my lips, and move in to kiss you deeply, the metallic taste tantalizing both of our senses. I release your arms and they flutter weakly to your sides, then suddenly up to my shoulders as I come crashing down upon your shoulder with my ravenous maw. My canines are just shy of scraping bone when you manage to push me off, just a little. Your reprieve lasts mere moments, as I pick you up, put you over my shoulder, and go to the couch in the living room. I put you down, behind and against the back of the couch. Quickly turning you around, I maneuver you onto the back of the couch. With one arm I bend you over the back and hold your head down as I slap and grasp onto your ass cheek with all my might. The grip makes you squeal and moan with the area already heating up and shining red. My hand feels of pins and needles as I savor the pain we share. Your other cheek becomes acquainted with my preferred weaponry, as my teeth viciously take hold. I nearly attempt to rip a piece of your off for myself, but instead leave you with a horrifying ring of darkness accentuated by several fresh wounds and a triumphant growl. For a brief moment in time, you scream and moan at once.
I spin you around again, and I can see a couple tears begin to run from your beautiful eyes. You fight again, beating your hands against my chest… to no avail. You even scratch down the sides of my chest, but I have no intention of being done yet. I pick you up, your smooth belly cold with light perspiration against my face. I carry you over to the front of the couch and sit down, with you on top of me. You run your hands through my hair, and I lean my head back, baring my teeth in pleasure. You kiss my chest moving down and remove the wet pants I managed to still be wearing. You kiss in the inside of my thighs while moving toward the part of me you crave more than anything else. You lick the length of me then reach for the end table, where we keep spare supplies. You manage to prepare yourself for me with one hand, while holding on to the side of my ribs with the other, as I am biting, kissing, and licking your stomach and bosom.
I begin to growl and inhale as you come down on top of me, slowly down around me. I hear your yips and moans as I begin to be buried within you. You grasp onto my shoulders and move yourself on me, while I hold on to the side of your stomach with a grip firm enough to bruise. Just below your ribs, on the tender side of you, another spot is ripe for consumption and my jaws reach from your front to back, almost crushing that side of you. My hunger for you cannot be sated. Your moans are hardly contained, as your legs become weaker and weaker. I feel you becoming tighter and tighter, while your grip on me nearly breaks the skin with your nails… you scream and cum while I bite down even harder on your side. You begin going faster and I release from your side and push myself into your bosom. Your hands grab onto my head and hair as I push your body on me over and over again as you cum again. My waist is wet from you barely able to contain yourself.
The storm outside has fully manifested itself, and the thunder is cacophonous. The wind howls in resonance with the hunger betwixt our entangled bodies. Lighting illuminates our path and visage in rhythmic echoes.
Still inside of you, I pick you up as you wrap your legs around me. Slowly, we move to the bedroom while you hold on tightly. As we reach the bedroom I pull out of you, and in one motion throw you onto the bed. You try and sit up, but I push you back down. I move you so your face is buried in the sheets, and pull your ass up. I bite down on the bruise of my hand I left earlier… I imagine the pain is quite intense, since you scream out. I then turn you back over so I can look you in the eyes. I see fear and lust, and all you can see is fire. I go to spread your legs and wrap them around me and you barely can fight, your feeling in them must be almost gone by now. On top of you, I put one hand on the side of your head again, and stroke your forehead, as I re-enter you, you begin to moan again, your voice almost breaking from all the sound you’ve made.
On top of you, inside you, I move closer to your body… my face right above yours. With every push I breath through my teeth, with a low, guttural sound. Resting on one arm, I pull your hair back and attack your neck one more time. I can feel the pulse in your neck speed up, your artery hot to my tongue. I feel your body squirm and tense, and then deflate again as you cum another time… your throat barely lets out a gasp as its in my grip. I can feel you grow tight around me as your body can barely contain itself.
I release from your neck and grab your hair and head on one side. On the other side, my skin is taut, every vein exposed, seething beneath the skin… and I am right next to your ear growling. I am getting closer to closer to climax, I can feel the pressure building inside. I press my face against yours, and begin to let loose a guttural snarl as I unleash inside of you, as your legs manage one final stand and hold me in. You tighten up one last time and cum one final time, your legs shaking terribly. I am still slowly moving inside you, while I’m starting to flow out of you.
The rain is still pounding outside, the lights flicker occasionally. I manage to pull myself off and out of you, and then lie down beside you. Your body is bruised all over, your neck, shoulders, ass, and sides… and sore in more than that. I assume you probably can’t walk after this and the gym. I pull you closer to my chest and hold you close. Its already warm in the room, but my body feels molten in comparison. Still, I hold you close and you curl up and nuzzle yourself under my chin. You knew precisely how to bring out my ravenous side and will bear the scars for a time. Gently, I reach for a little bit of blood still fresh on you, and brush it up, then lick it off my finger to savor the fun one last time tonight. Eventually, I will drift into hibernation, with you somewhere between meal and mate for that evening.
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