A Flower Blooming In The Slums

There was almost a flash of disappointment as the stalking brute disappeared back into the shadows, but no, she knew he was still here. She could feel he was still here. She wouldn't stop her acts of self pleasure and she'd be grateful for her reward at the end.

There was not a drop of fear of the man, at least to the extent that she still believed this was a dream. The weight of his pounding paws almost making the abyssal ground shake under her, she was drawn into the pure force of power that he wholly surrounded her in. She honestly had never felt enticement quite like this before. The deadly behemoth that felt at her will as much as she was at his own. She felt awakened at the darkness that was him, and threat of control he provided over her.

She wasn't shy looking straight into his eyes as she bit her lip and her face contorted to the ongoing feelings of pleasure by herself, not worried about what parts of her may have touched or wiggled under him. The more she looked directly at him, the more she felt like she was looking at a mirror, or even her father. And she wondered what kind of sick fucked up fantasy dream this was. It didn't matter to her though, she was just hoping she wouldn't get woken up until the best parts played through.

She was exaggerative as his lips moved down from her throat to her body, he was giving her every thing she wanted and more. What could have been a nightmare for many was almost a heaven for her, at least in these very moments. She probably helped that fact for the beast as hungry as her. She removed her paw from her lower parts as his head lowered between her thighs, both paws laying one near his shoulder and one at the side of his head. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect next, but it was unlike anything she had felt before. Perhaps what was an experienced fucker, and she was a willing host. He made her more eager, helping to find her end that was always just there but never finished in her dreams. It made the moments last forever. It would be a harsh disappointment in the morning though.

Claws extracted into fur and flesh as he did give her the ride of a lifetime. Until she was literally begging for him. Her body pulsed into his own movements as she let out feminine grunts in response to his beautiful work. Her feline claws digging in to what she could grab more, probably nothing to a dead man. "God, fuck! Fuck me!" If the only words spoken between them, well deserved words. She could only hope she could find something like this again when she woke up.

"Fiametta"