A Thorn In My Side

The tension between them was so electric, so palatable that she was surprised that he had not yet taken her. Her craving for him was at an all time high, more than she had ever felt in her whole life time. There was something dangerous about this role she was playing, because it was giving her more feelings than even her true self. Could she truly mould into this beasts hands? Could she become the vixen that he wished of her? Othello longed to be what he wanted, what he wished and craved. She wanted him to tell her that she was beautiful, and that she was wonderful and worthwhile. She needed to feel useful, and that all started with meeting his ever need, with making him explode from this tension. It made her feel not like just a tool, put a useful and well kept item. She didn't mind calling him lord and being under his command, because seeing that look in his liquid gold eyes was all worth it.

With the movement of his body to match with hers, her breath hitched in her throat. Her excitement was building to an all time high, and she could feel his heat upon her. Othello couldn't contain it any longer, her back side pushing up closer to him, craving and needing him to enter her. She whined again, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she began to pant. Closer and closer he came, making her squirm under him. He was drawing it out, and it was driving her up the wall. He whispered her name, calling her his own before thrusting himself upon her, biting into her neck. She gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure, his name coming out from her lips as a moan. At last....

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She felt like jello, her whole body sore in places she had not yet been aware of being so. Once again she moaned Scorpion's name, although it had been howled into the autumn air many times during their intimacy. He moved her around and she bent around him, covering him in nibbles and soft, caressing licks. She wanted to devour him, and for him to do the same of her. She felt herself craving him again already, but her body told her otherwise. Laying on her back, she stretched up her creamy pillars, toes spreading and she willed the aching to stop. But oh how wonderful the whole thing had been. The brute placed his large head on her belly, his claws playing with her soft downy fur. She covered the top of his head in licks, grooming his wild fur into place. They were both so ruffled, she would be picking knots out of her curly tail for weeks to come.

The look on his ebony marked face brought such joy to her, and she could not help but grin at him as those words left his maw. For years she had been waiting to be told that, to feel like her life truly did matter. And then, for the first time in her whole five years, someone asked her if she needed anything. Violet eyes grew wide, shock filling her once calm face. "I need nothing other than you, my King." Her vocals were shocked, but caught in her throat. Man, that was sore too. Her screaming during their coupling did not help that fact. She blushed beneath her creamy cheeks, her face growing hot when he called her his Lady. Surly she was undeserving of that title, yet she did not question it. That would be crossing a major line, to question something he said. He could do no wrong in her books that this point.

She blushed further with his compliments, blinking her eyes sheepishly. "My Lord is too kind with his words, although they mean the world to me." Never before had she been treated as such, and she loved it. "You are quite the beast, you showed me as such." She said with a giggle, her neck still sore from where he broke the skin. She would clean up the bits of blood later, at the moment she didn't want to leave him. With careful movement she placed her paw on his neck, twirling his long hairs around her claws, unsure if she was allowed to touch him so.

Othello remembered that he had called her his, and with a small smirk on her face she studied those golden pools. "Has my King claimed me as his own?" She asked. Unsure or not if that was crossing a line, she carefully watched his face. Was it wrong of her to check? She wanted him to say it, to tell her that she was his. Oh how she longed for those sweet words...