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tongue
gently bringing her back down to earth, as he licked her clean. The
appreciative murmurs he made as he lapped at her pussy, while his claws dug
into her hips, made her giggle. A swat to her ass was her reward, and she
groaned long and hard when he dug his oh so talented tongue into her pussy hole
and then licked a path up to her anus. He repeated the action time and time
again, while spreading her ass cheeks, and when the warmth of his tongue
finally breached that dark hole, Emilia was so aroused again that her juices
covered the tops of her thighs.
    She
tried to push her ass higher to give him better access, and Hunter chuckled,
delivered a stinging swat to her butt, and stepped away.
    Out
of the corner of her eyes she could see him step up the kitchen sink and wash
his hands, and rinse his mouth out. Heat climbed into her cheeks at the thought
of where that mouth had just been, and then he stood in front of her, and held
up a glass with a straw for her.
    “Hydrate, kitten. I’m not done
with you yet.” His tone of voice brooked no argument, and Emilia dutifully
sucked on the straw until the glass was empty. Hunter smiled at her, and warmth
suffused her at his approval.
    “Good
girl, now you were asking me a question I believe?” He rubbed his thumb over
her bottom lip and leant over her to check her wrists.
    “You’re
still good there, kitten? Wriggle your fingers for me. Good girl, color?”
    “Green,
Sir.”
    “So, your question.” He perched his
butt on the counter right next to her head while keeping one hand on the small
of her back. The heavy weight grounded her, and this close to him his spicy
musk invaded her senses. He’d undone another button on his jeans, and the thick
mushroom tip of his erect cock glistened in pre-cum. He adjusted himself
slightly, and Emilia’s cunt clenched in need. She wanted him inside of her,
claiming her and making her his.
    “Only one, Sir. Will you please
fuck me? Make me yours.”
    ****
    Hunter
froze mid cock adjustment hearing her breathy question, and his bear roared in
triumph. She couldn’t mean that the way it sounded, and besides they hadn’t had
that particular discussion yet, but his beast took no notice. His incisors ran
out in readiness, and Emilia’s eyes widened when she noticed. Not in fear, but
arousal. He could smell the renewed wetness between her legs, and his balls
drew tight. Groaning he freed his cock, and used the lubrication of his pre-cum
to fist himself slowly. It was torture and ecstasy all
rolled into one when Emilia licked her lips.
    “Please,
Sir. I need your cock.”
    The
whispered words proved his undoing, and he jumped over the counter, yanked his
trousers off and drove into her pussy without further warning. Hunter groaned
as her wet heat surrounded him like a tight fist, and Emilia hissed and arched
up as far as she could.
    “ Yesss , God…” The rest of her exclamation was lost as he
anchored his fists in her hair, and pulling all the way out slammed back into
her again. Her hips banged into the counter, and Emilia whimpered, but the
rhythmic clenches of her vaginal muscles told him how close she was once again.
The knowledge she was with him every step of the way, threatened to send him
over the edge, too. His claws ran out, and he stilled inside of her, trying to
catch his breath, before he gave into the instinct to sink his teeth into the
pale shoulder in front of him.
    Emilia
moaned and wriggled her ass, and he bent forward until she was utterly
flattened underneath him.
    “Do.
Not. Move.” His dick pulsed inside of her tight sheath
in tune to every grunted word, and a high pitched whine escaped Emilia.
    “Please
… I need to … please.”
    “No, for the love of God, no.” His bear’s
growl came through as he forced the words out, and Emilia froze when he licked
her pulse point, and allowed his teeth to graze her skin. Not enough to leave a
permanent mark, just enough to take in her scent, the very essence of her,