When I Wake Up

She shifted beneath him, offering herself in complete submission to him. He grinned into her fur, paying no heed to any hesitation in the woman beneath him. Noir was far too selfish to care about her own comfort when he was reaching such highs himself. She grabbed his paws on either side of her with her own, and as he leaned into her she bit at her own leg to stifle the sounds he elicited from her. She jumped when his teeth grazed the back of her skull, and for a moment he found himself hoping she would struggle beneath him. He craved the sound of her begging, but like she had said Duchess took anything he gave her.

All too soon she relaxed against him and their bodies moved in tandem. She became mousy and quiet as he pleased himself with her. The smell of blood tantalize his senses, he thought for a moment he had broken her skin, but it was her own self mutilation. She was suddenly quiet and Noir growled and renewed his efforts. He forgot about her comfort and her pleasure and took her to the height of his own.

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He pulled himself from her and lifted his massive form out of the water, breaths heaving and his body tingling with the satisfaction he took from her. Noir shook the warm water from his fur as he much more quickly recovered from his actions than she likely would. He hadn’t held himself back, his own selfish desires were fulfilled to her expense, not that he would ever expect her to complain to him. She had been the one begging after all. Blue and lavender eyes returned to her, wondering if she would seek out the comfort of his presence after again. He wouldn't move from her touch if she returned to his side.