“Kehl not hurt my Purr-roo,” he agreed with a sex wetting purr. Nuzzling his way up my neck, back towards my face, he rumbled then growled, “Keez,” and captured my lips.
One long, deep, needy growl from him and I was clawing at him, panting, gasping, growling, muttering unintelligibly.
His groin pressed into the V of my thighs. He groaned as he began to grind into me. A thick finger jerked on the waistband of my pants, tugging their way towards the front.
It wasn’t really tugging them down that would be the issue. It would be getting them out of his way to stuff the monstrosity pressing intimately against me inside of me.
As if he too had come to a similar conclusion, he mumbled something in that growl-speak I didn’t understand, and then rip. One layer gone. Another tug and a heartier rip and my underwear was toast. Good-bye, secret pants.
I was too far gone to care, grabbing handfuls of fur, desperate to drag him closer to me.
“Want. Hurts. Want. Can’t… wait,” he growled out as he pulled away to reach down between us.
He wasn’t big. He washuge,and his foreskin was as furry as the rest of him. I stared down between us as he pulled his furry foreskin back and exposed the pale, angry looking thickness bobbing between his legs. That was not going to be a time trying to take all of him, it was going to be a whole assed experience.
“Kehl careful. Go slow,” he muttered as we watched together as he brought the tip of his throbbing member to my opening and pressed.
“Oh god.” He was hot, pulsing, and oh so thick. It felt like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
“Not gawt. Kehl,” he panted out. His eyes looked like they were about to roll back in his head as he slowly pressed his advance.
I was already pulsing around him, throbbing in anticipation of every last inch of him sliding deep inside of me.
My legs started to tremble so hard I struggled to keep them wrapped around him.
Kehl snarled at the tight fit. He looked like he wanted to move faster, pulling out a little to press back in, gaining headway little by little, but held back.
“Kiss me,” I murmured.
When he didn’t immediately comply, I nuzzled the side of his face, nudging his hood off to the side to expose a misshapen stub for a nub of a pointy tipped ear, and I playful nipped the pointed end.
Kehl jerked, snarled, and his hold on me tightened.
More, the noise he’d made told me.
So I did, this time running my tongue along ravaged skin, then gently pressing my teeth into the side of his face.
“MINE!” he hissed, before letting out a growl so long and loud, my insides turned to mush and I started to come from that alone.
Kehl found his footing then, picking up his pace, moving faster, harder, deeper with every pussy pulsing thrust.
A change came over Kehl as he lost it completely, burying himself deep as one orgasm tipped over into another, his growling snarls egging it on, until he was full on fucking me hard into the wall, all thought of being careful with his soft mate gone, lost in the moment. A sharp tearing sound pricked my ears. His hood sliced open and fell as thick horns sprouted on his forehead. His face changed, thinning, sharp cheek bones prominent. Glowing white eyes tipped in molasses found mine and held. I wasn’t sure if he was aware it was even happening to him as he groaned, moaned, and growled his pleasure. The roar he let loose as he found completion rattled his hut.
His release was hot but not intolerably so. Every time I thought he was finished he’d growl, sending my pussy spasming around him, and a fresh wave of heat would bathe my channel.
It was subtle at first, then grew, a faint but growing hit of peppermint.
By the time he’d slumped against me, growling contentedly into my neck, the smell of peppermint had all but overpowered everything else.
Reaching out, I slid my hand from his shoulder, up his bared neck, to smooth down the side of his face. “You good?”
Kehl let out a deep, rusty sounding rumble that told me he was doing really good.
Burying my face in his fur as he panted heavily, struggling for breath, I smiled against his heated skin.
When my horny lover finally caught his breath, he lifted his head. The look on his face was so happy, so tender.
I was deliriously caught up in the moment too. We probably looked like idiots, grinning like loons at each other. I didn’t care. This felt right, meant to be.
