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This is a secondary blog and if you land here by chance you will probably understand nothing.

Here I store the fan-fiction stories which can't be in my main blog because of their adult content. You can still access them from the index there, but you will get an "Adult content" warning. It is intended.

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Twenty years after

What can be more beautiful in life than the image of a boy and a girl, clutching hands and with a pure heart filled with love on the day of their wedding? What can be more beautiful in life than the love of youth?

This is the answer: The image of an elderly couple close to the end of their journey through life. Their shaking hands are still clenched, their faces full of wrinkles are still radiant of love, their hearts old and tired still beat for their dream of love and devotion. Indeed, there's still a more beautiful thing in life than young love: the love which exists even when youth has been taken away by time.

An everlasting love over the years which will live on forever following the beating of two loving hearts. However, is there any one who can live a love like that? Or are there just a few who can?

From Kyle Mallory's notes

I’m busy at the workshop preparing some leather pieces for a new batch of dye, when suddenly a rose falls over them, and Kyle smooches me soundly. I left the cutting tools on the table. I don’t want to cut one of these smaller by mistake…

“You already finished at the forge?” I ask him, amused. The rose, a beautiful pale pink one, comes from our garden, and he usually goes to take care of it after he’s done with the forge. I turn my head and smooch him back, giggling, and I feel his palm tapping at my butt. I raise a brow, and he sticks his tongue out.

“I did. And Therisa helped me with the garden, since you’re so busy with your leather pieces”.

“Don’t forget cooking and housewifing”, I reply, slapping his hands away. “The garden was your idea, so now it is your responsibility”. I like roses, but I can’t deny I would have preferred to grow carrots or apple trees. I take the rose to put it in water. “Has Shane returned yet?”. Since he came back from the circle, and after helping Kyle in the busiest time at the forge, he goes to find Haakan and Lauren so they teach him how to control his magic. He misses the books and the serious teaching, but at least he’s now safe with us.

Kyle’s hand returns to my butt, and he laughs. “Not yet, but I don’t think he’ll take a lot of time. And don’t complain! I will help you more with the housework!”

“Oh?” I tease. “Where will you find time? Maybe you should stop tapping my butt and start washing dishes?”

He pouts. “So I’m only allowed to do it in the nights?”. But he won’t stop tapping, even while we both work back to the kitchen… it’s already an habit in him.

“Meh. After washing dishes you always disappear to train with your sword”

“But I’m always in the bedroom at ten” he smirks, finally leaving my bottom free while he rolls his sleeves up to start washing dishes. Meanwhile, I grab a jar and fill it with water for the rose. For a moment, I put my hand on my hips and watch him wash the dishes with a grin, then I start prepare the dye for the next batch of leather. I will have to leave it soaking during all the night, so I can dry them carefully tomorrow. I like my work, but the routine sometimes is boring.

And the very moment I turn my back to him, he pinches my ass quickly. I complain and stare at him, but he knows that deep inside I’m smiling.

“Save your strength for tonight, you stallion. At ten I expect you to be in bed, but not to sleep yet”

He takes his hand back at my stare, but he regrets nothing. Neither do I. And I know that while he’s back at washing the dishes, he’s thinking about what will do with me tonight.

I know it because when I start tanning the leather I’m also thinking about what he's going to do with me tonight.

When he finishes his part, he comes and hugs me from behind while I’m working and kisses my earlobe. It makes me startle, but I giggle, turn my head to kiss his nose and paint a line on his cheek with the dye I’m using to colour the leather. He chuckles, and when he notices what I’ve done, rubs his cheek against my face so we both have now our faces blue. Then he licks my lips, teasing.

One can’t continue working this way, so I laugh like crazy, stop tanning and kiss him. "If I embrace you I'll make your clothes dirty with dye" I add, my hands painfully away from his body.

He smiles like a retarded. "Embrace away. You can always make me dirty ". He holds my shoulder and kisses my lips softy

"Ah no. You don't know how difficult is to take away the dye spots from clothes. Besides, I prefer to do other dirty things to you". So I walk away to wipe my hands with a dirty cloth. 

 More mature Kyle (and Ryan) sketches, by Pham Ngoc Trinh

What can I say? Kyle is like a good wine, getting even better with age. I like his beard and his eyes and even the grey hair which has started to turn his temples into silver, though he always tries to hide it. He says I’ll always be so good at his eyes, that he doesn’t mind what people thinks, but I'm so sure I won’t look so good at his age!!!. After all the events in our life, the Blight and even the mage war, we have been lucky enough to settle down and open our own business… his forge and my leather shop. And we have both Shane and Therisa with us… what else can I ask for? To think how dark seemed to be the future, only some years ago…

Suddenly, we hear a noise coming from the forge, and even if we know the fire is already gone, we both run there. Even if Therisa is almost a grown up woman now, at her 15 years, she still likes to have fun there, playing with swords, daggers and armors… She wants to be a warrior, like dad and aunt Adri, and she doesn’t even seem to care for boys as other girls her age do. But my fear that she can have the same accident Kyle had when he was a child still is there and I suppose he feels the same, because we sigh of relief when we see her, safe and sound, trying to put some weapons on their stalls with a concerned look.

“Sorry, mom… dad… I was just… looking”

A quick look around shows me there’s no fire in the forge and I sigh of relief. Kyle snorts, like saying “I’m not SO stupid”, and I squeeze his hand. “Sorry, love… you are quite an example of… what not to do in a forge. But I’m glad you made it safe for…”

I hear a rattle sound behind the weapons stall and I rush to take Therisa away. “Be careful!” I shout, while Kyle rushes to get a sword, protective. But Therisa runs to stop him.

“No! Dad! There’s no problem! He… he’s a friend…”

From behind the weapons’ stall, a freckled face stares at us, terrified. It is a young boy, hardly the same age than Therisa. Pointed ears, fellow elf. Of course, here’s where Therisa plays and moves, in the alienage. I smile, relieved. Kyle also looks at him, and even if his face tries to smile, I can read the death sentence in his eyes. I put my hand in his chest trying to calm him and look at our daughter, trying to be serious.

“Therisa, darling. This is no place to play, you know it. And this is even more addressed to your friends”.

The boy sneaks away from the weapons’ stall and at a head movement from Therisa, runs away from the forge. Kyle is about to roar at him.

“Go and say goodbye to your friend” I say to Therisa. "Then come back. We must have a private talk".

Therisa nods and rushes to catch the poor boy. I doubt they will come back again, but even so, I need to calm my husband first.

“Did you see that???”. Kyle has a glitch in his eye which reminds me of Haakan. “She brought a boy to the forge. A BOY!”

I laugh, patting his chest. “She’s a teenager now. What did you expect?”

“You have to talk to her”, he says, deadly serious. And I smirk.

“Are you sure, my love?”. Maybe he doesn’t know me as much as he should, even after twenty years together…  I don't think Kyle wants really my help

Because some minutes later, when Therisa comes, I do actually carry her to her bedroom, and sit by her side, and give her some advice, girl to girl. Advice like be sure that the boy you choose is the right one for you, yes. But also be sure that, if she just want to have fun, that he’s good in bed, that he makes her laugh… And of course, I talk to her about the grindyroot.

At first Therisa blushes like a tomato. “Mom… I didn’t mean… he’s just a friend…”, but when we see Kyle’s face on the doorway, we both burst into laugh.

“MARI!” he shouts. Then he stares at me. “So being good in bed is the only thing for you?”, and rushes into the room decided to draw me out.

"All right, all right...”, I turn to Therisa again. “If he's serious and a good person and loves you it will do too", I finally say, because that’s the truth too. But we look the one to the other and giggle.

That makes his face even redder. “What’s so funny?” he says, pissed off.

We shake our heads at the same time, double cascade of red hair.

"Nothing, nothing, love. Just that you're so cute when you blush!"

He hisses. "Just the forge is hot. That why my face is red", he makes an excuse.

We both laugh again, then I slap Therisa's butt and tell her. "Go away with your boyfriend and pray that he continues being as charming as your father when he's fifty-three". When she leaves, I tiptoe and kiss Kyle's nose tip. "Then take a rest from work and refresh yourself"

He looks at Therisa running away before back to me, his face still red like an apple.

"Talking about refresh..", he smiles, kissing my head and stroking my hair, then winks.

I smile tenderly. "Am I included in the refreshment?" I tease.

He licks my face as an answer. "Isn’t this clear enough for you?!!", he whispers at my ear, and then nibbles it.

I feel wicked. "Sure, then what are we waiting for?" and I take him by his waist and lead him to our bedroom.

He laughs rumble, and pats my butt on the way."Maybe a new game will make this hot cool down", he jokes, biting my earlobe softly

I smile impishly. "I'm in for any new game, but I have the feeling the hot will only increase", and now it is me who pinches his butt. But in this case, he knows me too well, so before I can reach it, he just holds my hand tight.

"So i must increase speed ehh?!"

"Ah, no... Don't go too fast, is funnier", I say, trying to release my hand and licking his nose.

"But you can’t stand so long", he replies in teasing tone. Then he releases my hand and holds my waist, smiling

"Pfft, just try to test me" I say, looking straight at his green eyes

"Pffftttt, the last time, you laid like dead, nah" he pecks my cheeks, laughing.

"Look who talks" I giggle. "You snored like crazy that night, that’s why I was even more tired the following morning"

"I don’t snore like crazy... you just exaggerate too much" he bites my earlobe in revenge, and nibbles it whispering "…and you still lose"

"Because it's funnier to let you win" I purr, eyes closed and rubbing my cheek to his.

"Pffftt you said as if actually you are the winner". He rubs his cheek back, but returns to nuzzle my ear after. So I smile widely, and take advantage to nibble his ear too.

"Because I am. Never doubt that. All these twenty-four years, I have been the winner" I tease, while my hands caress his back. But I’m being serious too. Because that’s how I feel.

He groans, and hugs me tightly, heavily breathing. "Glorious victory, huh?!!"

I knead his nape, breathing in his ear. "And willing to start a new battle whenever you want, my love"

"Sounds like a great deal, love". He blows in my ear, teasing with a trumpet sound. But then he picks me up and walks rushing the last steps to the bedroom, while I kiss his neck and mess his hair, laughing.

“Hey, I’m not a child!” he complains, while putting me on the bed tenderly, as if we were going to break it if he did it with all his strength. Then he leans forward and attacks my ears again, carefully. I know he loves their pointy shape.

I start purring as soon as he leaves me on the bed, delighted with his tenderness. His eyes look into mine full of love, and when I caress his cheek his hand holds mine, rubbing it slightly. He’s not wearing a shirt, since he comes from the forge, so his muscles gleam with the sweat of the hard work, and just the sight is turning me on.Not wanting to spoil the moment, I stroke his naked back with the other hand, making him moan a bit.

He leans his head forward and begins kissing every inch of my face. I lean my head back, closing my eyes, and my purr becomes deeper. I catch the hand which holds mine and drag it to my lips, to kiss his fingers softly. He grins, and starts stroking my stomach, then leans down to bite softly her neck just to test. That makes me open my eyes again, fixing them in his. I groan, and start licking his fingers like a cat. The hand on his back starts going down to his buttocks.

"Still tight", I tease, kneading it.

"Pffftt, bad naughty kitty" he pinches my hip softly in revenge, leaving marks on my neck and reaching up to find my lips

"Cat is still naughty indeed, and wants moar", I laugh, and eat his lips, while my hands now slip into his trousers to knead directly over his skin. As a reward, he growls in my mouth, and his hand reaches to cup my breast, while the other goes down to my clit under my pants. "Mmmh, still know where to start" I groan, and suck his tongue while my hands go down from his butt to his crotch

"I know you well" he make impish smile, his hand slowly rubbing down there. The other hard taps slightly like teasing. He leans down to kiss my collarbone.

"So do I", I whispers, while my own hands explore and touch his sensible parts and my mouth looks for his earlobe, making him moan.

He continues playing and poking with his fingers, kissing soundly my skin, and I hear myself moaning. My legs move to catch him, and my hands stop exploring a bit to look for the laces of his trousers. Then he takes his fingers back and licks them clean, looking at me delighted, after that he starts opening my shirt and pants slowly.

I look back at him, this time I don’t feel tenderness anymore, but fire and desire. My hands have found the laces, and I’m undoing them, still looking at his eyes. I lick my lips in anticipation.

"There it is. That expression", he says, teasing voice. He has already finished with my clotes, and moves forward at me kissing my lips hungrily, while his hands return to my breasts, now without the fabric in the middle.

"That's how you like it, huh?" I say huskily. I bite his lips, and pulls his trousers down. "Let's see if you're as ready as I am", I add, and my hand grabs pleased his definitely prepared manhood. He just answers by pressing my breasts stronger, groaning, and moving back as if he didn’t want me to touch his baby, teasing me. He chuckles and pulls my lower lips quickly, making me complain, and I press his crotch in revenge. He groans, so I release it to grab his buttocks again, while playing with my tongue on his teeth. He takes one of his hands from my breasts and slaps my hips, smiling. Our tongues dance, and I soon feel his manhood aiming to my place. I kiss him even more hungry and move my hips to accommodate him better, trying to pull him closer with my hands.

He laughs a bit while kissing, starts pushing inside me and withdraws. I groan frustrated. He kneads my hips and thighs and rubs his nose at mine softly. I try to grab him closer with my legs, my hands roaming his back, and he rewards me thrusting slowly, holding my waist with his hands and kissing me tender.

I kiss him back, rocking my hips softly and  purring at the slow rhythm, like humming a song we’re dancing. My hands are still busy with his back, my legs don't let him go away. He smiles warmly at her and kisses softly both my ears, while changing his riding pace from slow to a bit quicker. He rubs his legs against mine and his hands cup my buttocks.

I moan louder, and lick softly his ears too. My hips increase the rhythm, my fingers follow his scars lovingly. I sigh. I could stay ages like this.

He lets out a groan, and slids further inside me, still kissing my earlobes, and suddenly he grabs me and lifts me, until I straddle his hips as he sits on the edge of the bed. I embrace him, letting him move me like a toy, then I sit over him with a sigh of relief, and start riding him softly.

Then he increases his rhythm and I realize he did that so now he can control me, with his hands on my waists, rubbing. I’m not willing to let him rule, so I put my legs around his waist, cage him with my knees, and rocks at his rhythm. Then I lean my head to kiss his forehead and make all my hair fall around them like a curtain. I start to pant softly, sweating, and I know the moment is coming…

The afterglow is peaceful and I’m laying on the bed with my head fitting in his armpit, when suddenly his eyes focus on the book in my bed table, and he glances back at me.

“Are you still writing about us?”  He moves up, still sitting on the bed, and takes the journal, flipping through its pages. “When will you finish it?”

“I will continue as long as I have something to tell. Which will probably be until I die” I chuckle a bit. “What do you think about what I wrote so far?”

He leaves it and buries his head in the pillows. “You honor me too much. Anyway, who are you writing this for? Nobody will know about it except you and me”

 “Maybe Therisa or Shane. I will leave these stories as my legacy”, I shrug.

 “I feel weird each time you call me hero”

 “But I don't write hero but "My hero", it's not the same. I know you’re not that kind of hero”

“Still feels strange” he insists. My stubborn, stubborn, stubborn shem.

I kiss his forehead. "Does it bother you?"

He perks a brow from the pillow, "Well....I feel very embarrassed", and he pokes my ribs softly.

I smile. "But you're my hero. My knight in shining armor. You always were"

"I still can’t get used to this" He kisses my cheek

I sigh. "Well you'll have to get used, because I'll keep saying it, and that won’t change because that's why I love you"

 “To be honest, I don’t know what is to be a hero”, he mumbles, a bit confused. “I just do what my heart says”.

I know that, because he's too modest. “You’re the best kind of hero, actually”, I say, putting a hand on his shoulder. “The one who doesn't want to be so”

 “Do you mean other hero stories are just about finding honor, pride, etc, to change life, are not good??” he says, confused.

 “Well a hero who seeks glory does it because of selfish reasons”, I say. “A hero who just wants to help others doesn't want glory, just feels happy helping”

He sighs. I know he doesn’t consider himself a good person, that he has it hard to speak his mind, and I have to be the strong one to support him, to help him find his way.

 “You’re the light, I am darkness” he sighs, as if he had followed my thoughts. I shake my head.

 “I’m not light. I’m cruel. Bitter. Selfish. I only care about the ones I love, I don’t give a damn for the rest…”

He finally gets out of the pillow and hugs me, rubbing his nose like a puppy needing protection. That only makes me more determined. I hug him back. "So you don't like the way I write our adventures?"

"Ok let it be!", he gives up.

I laugh "I don't think we'll become famous because of them. I just want to have our memories recorded"

"That why I said to let it be", he insists, headbutting at my stomach, like a cat which wants to be pet. So I indulge, cuddling him, and he enjoys the moment and sucks his finger. I chuckle, and pinch a bit his lips, then withdraw his finger to kiss him.

“My big baby”, I mutter, stroking his hair and kissing his forehead. He groans, snuggles his head more in my lap and hums a lullaby. I hug him tighter "So which is your favorite story?" I ask suddenly.

He stops humming. "Tsk tsk tsk… I don’t know, hard to chose"

"Oh come on. There must be one..."

"That sexy one…" he winks mischievous.

I laugh. “You pervert!”. Of course I have written about our sexual encounters, because they’re important to me. Actually several times, so I ask him “But which one?"

"Our first day!", he says quickly.

I smile "Is it? But it was so innocent…!"

"And it makes me all excited too!" he adds.

I purr "It was very exciting, because we both were so young and new". Then I raise a brow. "Though that book Ryan lent you… Do you still keep it?"

He whistles. "I burned it in my coal, to make a sword”.

"What a pity. You could have given it to Shane now he's old enough", I snort.

He pouts "What kind of dad I am??'

"One who cares for the happiness of his children?" I tease.

"But...". He then gets up and takes a book from his trunk, offering it to me.

"Didn't you burn it?" I laugh. So he was lying.

“Don’t laugh at me!", he snorts.

"I don't laugh at you… just… Why you said you had burnt it?"

"I said I burned it to make a sword". He point to his crotch and I get it.

"Oh. THAT sword" I chuckle.

He smirks pervert "And you tell me how hard and sharp it is?"

I move my hand there "Mmh, it looks really strong to me. Plan to test it?"

He chuckle, and moves back. "You already tested it, nah"

“But I think I want to test it again, because I seems so ready…”

“Ready because I am your stallion” he says proud.

“Yeah. But I won't write that in the story. Better to call you my hero”

Playful kitties

The nights are still a bit cold and there’s nothing better than stay a bit longer in the living room, sitting on the couch covered by a blanket, sipping hot chocolate and reading a book.

Kyle moves under the blanket and glances at Mari. He whispers: "are you really paying any attention to this book?", with an evil smile. Mari curls against him. "Mmh, what book?"

“Ah, never mind”. He smells her hair, and she purrs. Then he hugs her and kisses her cheek. Mari hugs him back and throws the book away.

"There will be time for reading later!"

"Woaahhh.... you are tooo crave Mari" he jumps a bit.

"Oooh, look who talks", she teases, kissing him. “Poor innocent Kyle isn't?”

“It's me....who else?”. Kyle kisses her back, and tickles her. “Lady Mari Mallory’s future husband”

“Arggggh, spelling that name!”, she complains. “It makes me lisp! It’s going to be so hard to get used to it”

Kyle growls an objection. “You’ll have too. It’s going to be your name”

"But it is... confusing, so many "m"s and "l"s"…And it's even worse if I try to say Mari-lyn Ma-llo-ry"

He smirks. “Well, it’s the rest of the world who will have that problem. I’ll introduce you to them, so you don’t have to get tongue-tied again”

“Ah, if I get tongue-tied, I’ll call you sleeping beauty again in revenge”, she teases.

“Dont ever say beauty to me”, he replies, suddenly serious.

"Pfft, if she can call you papa, I can call you beauty”, she says, referring to her never accepted adopted-step-daughter Tahl. “At least in my case, I am saying the truth."

“BEAUTY IS NOT FOR BOYS OR GUYS”, he starts yelling, then he realizes the last words and hits his forehead. “Truth what?”

"Meh, so being called beauty bothers you, but being called papa no?"

“Ah that's different”, he replies. “Though i ...eh... want....”

Mari pouts, still not approving. He licks her nose trying to cheer her up, and she shows her tongue. He catches her with his tongue and licks her mouth, then he sucks her tongue. She bites his lips and pinches his ass in revenge. He grimaces for a second and holds her hand. Then he pinches her ass to revenge too.

"I'm still upset", Mari pouts.

"Oh! Come on! Forget sad things, Pleaseeee." He says, making a puppy face and eye.

Mari can't resist Kyle's puppy eye. "Ooookey, but only because you ask me!"

Kyle does happy dance, and takes Mari's hand to dance too. She smiles and dances with him, never able to be angry for a long time. She giggles when he picks her up and spins around, and  then puts her stand on the ground again. He drops a kiss on her hair, but she raises her head so she can receive it on the lips

“You cheater!!!”, he chuckles, breathing at her face. But still kisses her, and then he teases kissing her face, and her jaw.

“You’re the cheater!”, she insists, stubborn. “You’re trying to avoid again Tahl’s issue.

“Trolllololo what are you saying?”, he jokes, putting his fingers over his ears.

“Meh, now I understand why people thinks I’m more mature than you”, she smirks.

“Who is more mature than who?” he continues teasing, sticking out his tongue to lick her face. Mari giggles and licks him back, hugging him so he doesn't escape.

He stops for a moment, sweating, while mumbling something about harming himself. But he still kisses her back at the head.

"Harm yourself?”, she asks, confused. “But I can be very gentle", and she kisses him softly in the cheek.

“LOL! You... gentle!”, Kyle covers his mouth. “Let's roleplay!”

Mari giggles, enthusiastic: "Yeah! Let's roleplay, my love!! Who are you going to be now?"

His eye sparks in a moment: What if we take those costumes we never returned to the costume shop?.I'll be the black panther and you are bad kitty...”.

Mari giggles and licks his ear "I like it! Bad kitty wants to play with the black panther"

“Let's me show you some dirty moves of this panther”, he says with an impish smile. She shudders in anticipation, and purrs. "Bad kitty likes dirty moves"

"Then… let’s have a small party…a private one, in our room" he says with husky voice.

Mari smiles approvingly. “I have a bottle of Antivan wine… and this is the perfect chance to open it”

Kyle doesn’t let her waiting. He carries her on his arms, rushing to their private room. Mari stops him, before they start the roleplaying game by the end of it, and makes him wait while she looks for the costumes. Kyle looks at her and at the bottle of wine, and a wicked idea crosses his mind… He’s been watching her sleeping all those months, helpless, peaceful, and he wonders how would it feel to take her while sleeping, without her being able to even protest… like that day she fainted at his panther self. He feels his desire growing at the sole idea and finally a selfish part of him decides to act.

“I’m preparing the wine while you prepare the costumes, my love”, he starts, and he fills two glasses with the red, brigh Antivan wine… And in the one he serves for his lover, he mixes some mixtures he has in his purse. He’s not an expert as Lauren was, but Lirya taught him some things about poisons and drugs… and this will make her sleep… and not wake up for some time, until he’s finished. He grins in anticipation…

Mari returns with his costume in her arms. She’s already wearing the kitty ensemble and even without the make up, her face is still a cute kitten one. He licks his lips in anticipation at the idea of taking it off while she’s asleep. The wait is being worth it, he admits. He didn’t recall that costume being so sexy…

She throws the black panther clothes at him, making him come back from his fantasies. “Put them on, my big cat”, she teases. Though I won’t complain if you forget to wear the shirt or the trousers”.

He smiles, and moves behind the screen to change his clothes without her looking at him. Even seeing them naked as often as they do, he has learnt from her that sparing the dressing up moments adds a lot of fun to the undressing ones. He remembers her advice, and leaves the shirt apart, wearing only the vest and the trousers… and the black mask.

Mari in the meanwhile is almost jumping out of impatience and she walks around the small table wondering what to do. In one of the turns her fake tail bumps over one of the glasses of wine and makes it stumble… Mari rushes to avoid it to fall, and moves the glass to the center of the table to avoid further surprises. She doesn’t know, but she has changed the position of the one who had the sleeping powder to the other side. How could she know?

She whistles her approval when she sees Kyle coming back. The vest makes his arms and chest muscles mucho more noticeable, and she can’t wait to caress those lines she already knows so well. He’s also wearing the mask, which makes him look mysterious and dangerous… two things she really likes. He sits at the table and takes one of the glasses of wine, confidently.

“A toast?”

“For the beast inside”, she teases. “the beast I hope to have inside me, I mean”

He chuckles, slightly surprised at her naughty comment, and watches her drink. Then he drinks too, and if he noticed a difference of flavour in his Antivan wine, he doesn’t seem to care.

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Kyle blinks. He’s a panther again. He can see his paws when he puts his hands in front of his face. But his brain is still human, isn’t it? What happens to him?

He looks in front of him. A cute, slim orange tabby kitty is looking at him. He’s about to ask “Mari?”, but a only a soft growl comes from his throat. The kitty tilts her head and stares at him with big brown eyes. He decides to approach her, walking on four legs. The kitty doesn’t run away, why should her? She already knows this panther would never, never really hurt her.

The panther bites the nape of the kitty and carries her on the bed. He accommodates her between his fore paws and starts licking the kitty until all her hairs is wet. The kitty struggles a bit, like thinking the wicked bully panther takes advantage that he's bigger. She makes her hair stand on end and hisses.

The panther makes a wicked smile. He enjoys that hair stand of her. But he needs to lick her hair more, all of it wet and then, he also licks her mouth to stop her hisses

The kitty closes her eyes when he licks her mouth and backs a couple of steps, shaking her body so all the drool splashes the panther back. Then she bites the panther tongue, in a teasing manner.

The panther startles a bit, and then licks her face. If panthers could smile, he would be doing it.

The kitty rubs her head under the panther's chin, making him feel tickle. He curls and hugs the kitty. The kitty curls too between the panther's legs and purrs. That makes the panther feel good, so he purrs too and goes back to lick the kitty.

The kitty gets braver and starts kneading the panther tummy. The panther feels so cuddly that he touches the nose of the kitty with his nose. As an answer, the kitty rubs her head to the forehead of the panther, making him purr more.

Then he smells the hair of kitty. It now smells like panther's drool, but the panther doesn’t care. That’s how he makes a seal that she is his own, a "you are mine" mark in language of animal. And the kitty doesn't mind, she likes to be protected by the big big panther.

Kitty now turns over her back and shows her tummy, trying to play with the panther. She hits him playfully with her paws, claws hidden, while the panther growls delighted. He licks her paws and her tummy, making the kitty purr and start kneading again. He pulls the kitty near him, lovingly, and the kitty curls more and meows faintly. Then the panther hits very gentle the kitty. Just like wind touch her hair

“Mewiwoew”

The kitty jumps scared to the other side of the room, surprised. The panther stares a the kitty very carefully, and he slides his body under the bed, hiding under it. Always staring at the kitty and sniffing at the air. He waves his tail to attract her, to make the kitty closer at him

Kitty's curiosity wins over her and she approaches again slowly, like scared of the panther's paws. Suddenly her eyes focus, the pupil very very wide, looking at something behind the panther.

The kitty jumps at the part of the tail of the panther which was moving outside the bed, and plays trying to catch it, jumping here and there following it, delighted

The panther yawns and close his eye, but still waves his tail so the kitty can play

The kitty finally catches the tail and holds it with her claws, and starts chewing it

The panther shudders, curling more. He purrs, half sleep

The kitty holds the tail between her paws, like hugging it, and starts getting asleep too. She yawns. She purrs too, and rolls over herself to place herself again between his paws still hugging his tail. He moves his paws to make her a safe place, away from his claws. The kitty accommodates and licks the panther’s tail as if it was her own kitten

The panther hug himself. Sometime growls in his throat

The kitty gets bored of the tail and looks at the panther. She climbs over his neck and starts licking his nape. He shudders and turns his head to catch the nape of kitty, carrying her to the floor, out of the place he rests. And tries to sleep back again, biting the air from time to time in his dreams..

Stubborn, the kitty climbs back again. She kneads the skin in his nape to make a comfortable place for her to lay, and she curls to sleep too, peacefully, undisturbed by the sudden creepy movements of the sleeping panther. She purrs in dreams, feeling warm and protected.

The panther glances a her half asleep. That trust, that peace, he cant resist. It makes him want  to rape her during her sleep. If only he could do that without her waking up when she felt him… continue sleeping, intruder and victim… But that wicked and playful elf… she would surely fake sleeping, there’s no way she's going to miss the fun…

The drug… The drug is taking so much time in making her get asleep…

It's fault of Mari… she drives him crazy… she makes him be such a bad guy in the bedroom, because she likes it… He would be different if she liked him otherwise…  She’s like a drug to him… A drug…

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Mari watches Kyle completely asleep on the floor. He has been playing like a real panther, but the way he got asleep is not even normal. She looks at him with half closed eyes, then smells her glass of wine… could he…?

She shakes her head, not understanding completely. But she remembers the day she fainted before him as a panther, and what he did… and also the way he took her the day before, almost tearing her in two. Not that she didn’t like it… She loved him being rude, making her feel as his possession, being a beast in bed, instead of the knight in shining armour everybody saw in him. As long as it was a game. But what if this time she took the lead in this game…? What if this time she took her revenge… and now he was the victim? She could tie him to the bed, and do as she pleased with him…. The thought makes her lick her lips… Where are those handcuffs? Kyle would be able to break a rope, she needs the handcuffs… and… oh, Maker, he is going to adore it!

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Kyle wakes up, feeling his head a bit dizzy. He feels stupid… he drank the wrong glass and now his chances to ever tease her again are gone for ever. And… why is he standing? Why are his arms raised above his head? He moves them a bit and confirms his suspects. He’s been tied to the upper bar of the canopy bed. He shakes his hands, making the handcuffs tingle, and a voice suddenly makes him stop.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… The prisoner should be quiet”

He lowers his head and sees her, sitting patiently in front of him… She’s not wearing her kitty costume anymore, she has changed it by her black and red lace lingerie one… and he struggles to release himself again because he wants to tear that bra out of her shoulders and teach her a lesson.

She walks slowly towards him, and strokes his cheek, ignoring his attempt to bite her fingers. “Ah, you continue being so fiery, so proud. I love it!”

“Release me and you’ll see how proud I am”

She shakes her head, giggling. “Not yet. First I want to see the merchandise”, and she starts taking his vest off, leaving it hang from his shoulders, and revealing his powerful chest and abdomen, muscles clearly visible due to the unnatural pose. Mari licks her lips, delighted at the sight, and starts caressing the tight shapes, rubbing her body to his, and licking his nipples.

Kyle shudders, feeling hot and feverish, and all his dizziness disappears when he feels her breasts, behind the lace fabric, rubbing to his own chest. He starts breathing heavily, staring how she presses her body to his and kisses his skin, while she starts taking his trousers down, kneeling down, kissing down his hips and legs. He licks his lips. Now her hands are sliding under the waistband of his underwear, touching his manhood, making sure he's ready. When she's satisfied with what she touches, she backs up a while, making him curse beneath his teeth, and turns showing her back to him. He gulps, watching how her hands reach her own back and unbuckle her bra, which falls softly from her shoulders, never allowing him to see her breasts. He drools, speechless, and watches her turning back at him, with her arms frustratingly crossed over her chest.

She slowly walks until she is behind him, so he can't see her anyway, then she hugs him, and he can feel her breasts in his back, no lace this time, only soft, hot nipples tickling his scarred skin, as she tiptoes to bite his earlobe. He jumps a bit startled, and starts panting because of hot desire. He tries to turn back and lick her face, but she’s out of reach now, sliding down, caressing his chest and licking his spine.

She licks until his waist, and when she reaches his underwear, she takes it down, licking his hips and his buttocks. He shudders, enjoying the thin elf perviness, but claims for revenge between his teeth.

She smiles wickedly, and with one hand, she strokes gently his member, and with the other, she slides a finger between his buttocks, and she presses it softly into his butt To take revenge of the other day. He tries to cage her with his legs, and holds strongly, but that only makes her giggle.

"If you cage me, I won't be able to give you pleasure", she teases, still keeping her hand in his rear hole.

“Grrrrr”, he answers, growling like an animal, with a serious look in his only eye

She ignores it and moves in front of him, still kneeling, giving him a glimpse of her red curls, and he sees she’s now completely, promisingly naked. She doesn't pull her finger out. She licks his thighs, and continues licking up, when he shakes his legs to try to avoid it. She backs a bit

"You don't want?"

“Tickle”, he groans.

She smiles wickedly. "But it is my turn to rule". She moves a bit her finger inside him

He growls something she can’t understand, but the tone is quite clear.

"Don't complain, my finger is so thin!", she teases."You must hardly notice it". And she introduces a second finger. Then she approaches again to him, and starts licking his manhood while she looks at him mischievously.

He roars, wanting to rape her, but unable to do it. She stops a moment to whisper "Tsk tsk... now you're under my command..."

His member shakes a bit, even harder than before. She touches it with her teeth, softly, with an approving smile, and then swallows as much as she can, rewarded when she feels him shiver. She spends some time there, trying to give him pleasure, and at the same time she moves her fingers inside him. Then she stops and looks at him, her eyes bright amongst the hair

"Shall I continue this way?"

He pants more, and breathes heavy, huskily. “Just release me and you will know”

She gets up and rubs her pubis against him. "Ah so you're so willing to rape me again"

She raises a leg enough to allow him feel the wetness of her womanhood

"But I think it would be dangerous to release you so soon...", she continues, rubbing her body to his, so he can feel her close, but unachievable.

“Grrr..... HOW DO YOU DARE”, he roars.

She profites to lick his jawline, while she moves her hips in a way his member can touch her, but not get into her

He sticks out his tongue, to lick her face, while she hugs him, threading her fingers in his hair. And she finally moves her hips, one of her legs still around his hips, so he can slide inside her

"Better this way?", she whispers at his ear

He mumbles something, but he doesn’t allow her to hear it at all. She doesn’t care, she just starts rocking, softly. Then he kisses her cheek and starts moving too. The pose is uncomfortable, but she still feels pleasure. Anyway, she decides the moment has arrived, so she raises her hands, almost climbing on him, and she releases him of his handcuffs, trying to push him over the bed so she can let his arms hold her.

But when he is already released, he doesn’t allow her push him over the bed. He stands like a tree, and picks her up to continue thrust in that pose. She smiles, delighted, and raises her other leg to cling to him.

He holds her butt and legs with his hands, and tries to suck her breast while he moves, but she interrumpts him to start kissing him, hungrily. She kisses and clings to him like crazy, and he can’t help but kissing her back, while grabbing her butt strong, sinking his fingers on her buttocks, and slapping hard, as a punishment for her insolence.

She complains and bites his ear in revenge: "Don't be naughty or I'll tie you back to the bed"

He chuckles: “You can’t anymore… And anyway, who is the naughty one, huh?

He pants, continues slapping the other side her butt, and thrusts harder each time.

She groans, and sinks her nails in his back, moving her hips at the pace of his thrusts

Suddenly, he makes her shock, releasing her for a moment and making her feel like falling, but he catches her again and continues moving. She startles and loses a bit the rhythm, then she giggles and licks his nose "You're in a mood for playing"

He hisses a bit “Ah, yeah”, while he built and built, not allowing her to talk anymore. She starts breathing in short pants, and making squeaking noises, until she whispers: "Ah... and I thought... this time I'd make you come first", which she finishes with one of her screams.

He bites her lower lips, and breathes deeply, while he thrusts and goes after her

“Ahhaha, you can’t make me come first unless…”

"Unless what?", she pants, still breathless

“Hah, I’m not fool… I’m not going to say to you”

She giggles "Next time I won't release you so soon"

“If you don’t, you know I will break the handcuffs soon or later”

"Ha! That I have to see", she teases, and she licks his nose.

“If you ever do this again, I’m going to rape you so hard I’m going to tear you in two”, he says, trying to sound menacing, while making a fake thrust at her. He’s still inside her, even if the fever is now gone, and he still feels her as his, his property, his woman.

“Oh, so you liked it so much! Good to know!”, she giggles, trying to dodge his tongue, which is licking her nose and eyes. Then she licks him back, while he carries her to the bed, where they can rest, still licking each other skin like playful kitties.

And he has to admit he has enjoyed being the victim… for once…

Bittersweet

Kyle has one of these days. He’s silent, with that sad look in his eye. They’ve just had breakfast in their bedroom, and there’s still half uneaten apple pie he wasn’t on the mood to eat and a couple of empty jars over the small table. Mari thinks she’ll have to take them back to the kitchen before they go down to join the rest of the group, but is seriously considering to save the pie for later.

When Mari takes the tray ready to go out, he says he’s not very willing to meet anybody, that he won’t be talkative. She leaves the tray over the table again and faces him. She doesn't mind, she says. She'll slide her hand in his pants. She doesn't need him to speak to do that.

Kyle reacts tired, and kisses her forehead tenderly. She tickles him, but she just gets a sad smile from him. Even so, she likes to see him smile. She smiles too and puts her fingers in the corners of his mouth to make a wide smile on his face

“Stop, Mari”, he complains, taking her hands away.

She rubs her forehead in his chest, makes puppy elven eyes and says "Please cheer up?"

He hugs her tightly and strokes her back. He sighs, and finally kisses her nose slowly and nibbles her ear. She sneezes, because his hair tickled her nose.

“Sorry.”, he apologizes.

She giggles and pushes him apart. "Come on, cheer up! What worries you?"

He sighs heavily. “Ah, nothing”

"Must be something. You're more sad than usual"

He cover his face for a while and rubs it strong.

She hugs him and touches his face. "Please, tell me"

He says: “Nothing”, and sucks her lower lips

She shakes her head: "No cuddling time until you tell me what happen"

He seems disappointed and turns his head back at the wall. Stares as if it was very interesting

Mari pouts. "Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn shem". She moves between him and the wall so he has something interesting to look at, but he seems to look through him. She makes grimaces trying to make him smile.

“Sooner or later they’ll come for me”, he finally says, to nobody in particular. Mari’s heart shrinks, as always he gets in such a grim mood.

“Who?”

“Dunno. Someone. To kill me. Old revenge”

“I’ll be with you. I’ll fight by your side, fall by your side if you fall”.

“You can’t”, he smiles bitterly. “You’re weaker than me”

“And what? I can sneak around. I can backstab. I won’t leave them have you”

Kyle’s lips curve against his will. The idea of the thin, delicate elf, sneaking around to save his life makes him feel a bit better, even if he doesn’t want to recognize it.

“There are debts one must pay soon or later”, he finally says, sadly.

“Then better pay it late, very late”, she says angry. “When were already married and tired of each other…And even so… don’t you think I won’t follow you. Even in death”

He smiles at her determination, thinking that’s why he loves her so much. In a better mood, he bites her head, playing with the red locks with his teeth. She feels his change of mood and smiles, tickling him again.

“I’m not going to allow you to die so easily”, she says, deadly serious.

“Even if that’s my willing? Huh?”, he chuckles.

"Why do you want to die?”, she says, huge brown eyes wide open “You don't love me anymore?"

“Eh…Just a random thought”, he admits.

"Aren't you happy by my side?", she continues, worried.

“But I’m happy to have you…” he tries to calm her.

"Then why do you want to die?" Mari looks at him with puppy eyes, already full of tears. Why does he always have so dark thoughts? Why can’t they just enjoy what they have? Her heart breaks each time he suggests it, but he keeps having those depressive thoughts.

Kyle stares at her for a while. “Ah but... That for. … Eh...I feel guilty for all I did in the past”

She kisses his forehead trying to make him feel better. Kyle embraces her tenderly.

"And do you think dying would solve it?"

“I did many terrible things…”

Mari curls by his side, reminding him of a cat.

"Then try to solve them. Dying wouldn't solve anything" Mari raises her head to look at him "And it would break my heart" She hugs him tight, like saying she doesn’t want to let him go.

He stays silent for a while, then he drops a kiss on her lips

She kisses him back and asks "Which terrible things did you do? Maybe if you tell me you'll feel better"

“I’m sure many people wants me dead”, he insists.

"But I can't believe you did bad things, because you're a very good person. Those people will be bad people"

“I have killed a child ....”, he finally admits. “I didn’t realize that he was a child”

She listens to him, tilting a bit her head. "But surely it was an accident?"

"Remember... remember what I told you about Lindy's death?"

She nods, foreseeing a bitter story. "You told me you tried to kill that bastard who killed her, but only cut his hand, after he made you lose your eye".

"I would have killed him. I was already in a bersekerr mode... But... but he used that child as a human shield... and that didn't stop me".

She touches his cheek and looks at him tenderly. He had never told her that part of the story, but she can't blame him... No one of them like to speak about that too much.

"That's terrible, but you couldn't control yourself"

“He cried, but I didn’t spare him”, he continues, drowning in his sad memories.”I only realized it when he was lying on the ground, bleeding to death. And there's when he took advantage... and attacked at my face".

"It's not your fault"

“You can’t claim it isn’t your fault even if you can’t control yourself”, he denies, shaking his head "The kid was already an orphan. He only had one sister... I left that girl alone..."

"I can understand that she hates you, but I won't allow them to kill you", Mari says, determined. "That will not bring her brother back" She kisses his cheek. "And the fact that you're torturing yourself because of this, means that you're such a good person, that you didn’t mean it… that your remorse have already made you pay for it"

A silent blood tear falls out from his eye. She wipes it with her finger, and wonders how is it that he weeps blood, but she doesn't mind, because she will never let him go away, no matter how many curses, mistakes, or weird things have him gathered in his past. Now she’s by his side, and she’ll help him carry all those burdens.

He kisses her finger and looks at her. He knows she doesn’t deserve so much sadness. He’s lucky to have her by his side, and wonders how it is that she has not already sent him to hell. He smiles faintly. Her eyes are full of tears and she looks so adorable looking at him so concerned that he starts to feel something very different.

“Meow”, he growls like a cat to draw her attention

She giggles.

"Now you want to change the subject?"

“Ah uhm....Time to feed your big cat”, he says.

"Oh, you're hungry?"

“Yes... Meow”

She smiles wickedly and licks his neck. "You may have to hunt your food" And she backs some steps away

“Why?”, he replies with a grin.

"Because I am no easy prey"

He licks his lips like a cat “Ah eh… but that's not my mean ...meow”

She waits for him at the other side of the room. She looks at him tilting her head like a cat "Not that? Then what was your mean?" She licks her lips and stays with one hand on her hip, waiting for his answer.

He shows a piece of the apple pie which was still on the tray. Mari looks at the apple pie, feeling unable to resist the game he is proposing.

"Ah... oh... " She focuses her eyes until her pupils are just black pools, and jumps over the apple pie like a cat

“Meowww”, he teases. She purrs and takes the apple pie from his hands and bites it playfully. Then he licks her face, making her giggle. “That’s how I plan to eat”, he says.

"I think some crumbs fell into my shirt", she replies, pointing at her cleavage.

“Ah uhm.... Dont guide me my love…Must teach you how to eat politely”

"Ah you think I don't eat politely?". She smiles. "Okey, then I leave you find your own way"

“Must be careful when you eat amongst people”, he says, while licking the track of crumbs. She leans her head back to give him a better access to her neck.

"Ah, but we're alone now"

“Ah if just you and me, then there’s no problem”, he admits, continuing licking and opening a bit her shirt to continue.

She strokes his hair, delighted, and when she realizes there's still applepie left she steals another slice. "I feel as if I were the plate for your food", she giggles.

“Ah now you get it”, he says, gently kissing her.

"Then let's do the things right", she smiles, and she leans back over the bed, opening her shirt completely and putting the pie slice over her chest, between her already aroused breasts.

“Ah, why you challenge me?”, he smirks, his eye shinning in a wicked way. She doesn't answer, just smiles, and crumbles a bit the pie with her hands. He smells her chest and the pie: "Mmmmmh.... Smells good"

"It will taste even better", She replies, spreading the jam of the pie all around her nipples.

He bites the pie first and after that he licks her chest, sinking his head between her breasts and starting to enjoy her game. She licks her fingers in the meanwhile, in a wicked and lustful way, while looking at him.

“Ants will attack us if we don’t clean all”, he teases.

"Ah, then you must clean everything carefully", she replies, spreading her dirty hands over his shoulders, under his shirt.

He raisesd his head to look at her and smirks. He bites rudely her nipple and eats the pieces she has dropped. She complains a bit at the bite, but continues spreading jam and taking his shirt off at the same time. She moves to lick the jam in his shoulders, while he sucks her breasts and licks around making funny noises.

“Mmmm. You taste so good!”

She chuckles. She licks his shoulders at the same time she takes his shirt of, and when she finishes, she runs her hands down his back, letting her fingers play along his muscles. Finally, her hands go to his trousers and start taking them off too.

Meanwhile, he changes to the other side of her breast where he sucks to make a seal. And his hand strokes her tummy and plays with it, going down slowly to take off her pants too.

With no clothes on their way, they lick themselves like playful kitten. He cleans all crumbles and her dirty hand very carefully, and she licks and touches every part of him, tastes him everywhere.

He stops to nibble her nipple and his hand goes down to her sensitive area, stroking it. She groans, and buries her fingers in his hair, her breath caught, happy that he finally has cheered up and has found again a reason to live. Because he is her own reason to live, she thinks.

He keeps playing with his hand between her legs until she is even wetter, while his other hand squeezes her firm, round butt. She accommodates herself to feel him deeper, then she attracts his head back to her mouth and kisses him like she'd never kissed anyone. He kisses her hungrily. More like taste food. She lets him do, forgetting all their troubles, and thinking that she will question him about his past later… if she can remind it. She bites his lips and plays with her tongue into his mouth, while his hand take his member to play her stomach and her area. When she feels it, she takes it with her hand and starts stroking it. She caresses there softly and carefully, playing with his curls and finally guiding it to her womanhood. He allows her guide him, but he just allows it to touch her area, not sliding into her. She lets him play there, sighing with anticipation

He dance his tongue with hers, while she continues kissing him, still caressing him and enjoying his play. He starts sliding a bit into her womanhood, but pulls out very quickly. She moans, wanting more, but he stays away. She protests, trying to yank him into her, and he blocks her hands and just play with her. He bites her neck and groans.

She bites her lips when he blocks her hands, then she tries to slid away from him

"Ah if you want to play... I can make it more difficult"

“Like what...?”, he replies, with a very harsh voice.

She spins away, rolling over herself, trying to go to the other side of the bed, but before she escapes, he crawls over her like a predator and lies over her back. She struggles, trying to slide away from him, but the battle is already lost and she knows it. He’s stronger, and knows exactly how to balance his weight to capture her. She feels frustrated and delighted at the same time.

Then he take his member and slides it between her buttocks. She shakes her hips to make it more difficult, and at the movement he bites her shoulder, and embraces her very tightly, almost cutting her breath. Suddenly she realizes he’s not aiming at her womanhood, and she gasps surprised, she didn't expect that

He laughs victory in his throat at her gasp, and continues forcing inside her. She freezes, biting her lips at the new feeling, and when he notices it, he strokes her hair while he continues opening his way, thrusting strongly to beat the latest resistance and making her hold her breath and complain a bit because of the sudden pain.

“Good girl. It won’t hurt long...”, he groans and growl while thrusting inside her.

She whispers, tears in her eyes "How do you know?"

“You will get used to it”

"Be gentle, please" she begs.

He start thrust very gentle at first so she can use to that feel. Even so, she grits her teeth and grabs the sheets while he moves, pain and shame mixed with expectation and pleasure, and the need to fill the hot and wet part of her body which still expected to receive him becomes so demanding that she reaches it with her own finger

When he realizes her movement, he stops her and tries to do it with his own hand. Then she holds his hand gently and strokes it while he introduces his fingers into her willing womanhood.

He bites more an more her shoulder, making her pant of pain and pleasure, and follow slowly his movements. She continues touching her own sensitive areas between her legs while he digs deeper and deeper inside her. Suddenly, after a short pause, he makes a strong thrust. She gasps, feeling a bit broken inside, but also a unexpected pleasure

He breathes at her ear and tries to make another strong thrust at her. She turns her head to kiss him, sweating. He kisses her, but pays not attention, still focused on playing a third strong thrust. She raises a bit her hips, so she stands over her knees, opening her legs and making herself more available, to make it easier for him, and also to soften the pain. He accommodates himself to her new pose, raising his head and he thrusting more firmly, sweating and groaning. She moans too, then she begs: "Please, I need... I need..."… but she can’t find the words to explain him that she really needs him to fill her womanhood, which is aching for him. So she continues touching herself, and guiding his fingers inside her, while he touches her breasts, spins a circle around them, and leans his head down to kiss her back. He follow her guide and with his fingers deeply buried into her wet, hot cave, he makes a double movement which makes her jerk and pant faster and faster. He pants too, feeling the firm tightness of her butt, and guessing for the way she starts squealing and getting all her muscles tight that she’s about to reach a climax, he pulls out very fast from her butt, and penetrates quickly her willing womanhood, like to block her wetness inside. She screams of pleasure at the sudden change, and moves her hips to accompany him.

“Don’t go so fast”, he moans.

She continues shuddering with new waves of pleasure, trying to control herself. "Oh, yes, yes", she whispers.

Now he starts thrusting firmly, making stronger moves each time, and pressing her breasts at same time. She opens her legs wider, and raises a bit more her hips. She moans and snarls at each movement

“Are you satisfied now?”, he groans, each word one more thrust.

"Never", she whispers huskily. And she holds his arms like not wanting him to ever release her. "Never satisfied, I always want more of you". Her last words choke in another short scream.

He squeezes her breast and plays with her nipple. Then he moves faster and faster, to send a last thrust at her which makes her unable to stand anymore. She continues making short noises and squealing, until she tightens around him as a second, deeper climax reaches her.

He sucks her nape and sometimes, he even bites. Feeling her tightness when she comes just makes him want to rape her to dead.

She sighs and collapses over the bed, and closes her legs trying to catch him and not let him go away. But he doesn’t plan to let her rest. Continues moving, until after some minutes, he groans and collapses over her too, dropping a kiss at her cheek.
She smiles wickedly and tries to slid up to get him out, at the same time she spins over herself to face him. He chuckles but not resist, allowing her to sit over him, facing each other. Then she smiles and strokes his face

He just enjoys her stroke, but he focuses again in trying to pull out again his member and slid it in her butt. Like still craving for a new work

“The party will not end so soon...”, he teases, thinking the new pose will make it even easier for him.

She giggles "Seems you liked it"

“I will crave for you forever in my life”, he mumbles, still concentrated on reaching her rear hole. She giggles and moves her butt so he can't reach it easily.

"I'm glad to hear it because you won't get rid of me easily"

He pulls her down with his hand, aiming her hips to his member

“Stop talking and let me taste you, my wicked bitch”

She giggles "As you wish", and lets him do

He sticks out his tongue. She leans down and tries to catch it with her mouth

He thrust strongest at time she is upside him, feeling her sliding away as she leans over him. He’s not trying to be tender this time. She gasps at the movement, and foreseeing his intentions, she gets up and slids back enough to change hole.

"Now I'm upside, I choose", she says, still feeling her back ring a bit resented for the unusual activity.

“Arrg, you damn bitch, Mari”, he snarls, decided to fight for the pose he has chosen.

Between the sword and the wall

Marilyn had been acting weird all the afternoon. Finally she got running upstairs and slammed the door of their bedroom. Kyle startled at the sound. She may not say anything, but it was clear something was happening.  It usually was the opposite, and that made him worry. He shook his head, mumbled an excuse and came after her.

He knocked softly at the door, but there was no answer. Finally he opened it. It wasn't locked. And there she was, sitting at the chair, looking through the window. She didn't move when he entered the room. He closed the door after him and looked at her.

"What happens, my love?", he asked, leaning his hands lovingly over her shoulders. She just slapped them away.

"Tahl continues pissing me off", she scowled,

"Is she?", he teased. "I had not realized".

She just got up. "Of course you didn't did you?". She started walking around the room, nervous. "She's been there, by your side, all those years, and you find so natural that she calls you papa, that you can't imagine how hard it is for me. Specially since she's the same age than the woman you fuck every night!."

"But she's like a daughter for me... what kind of pervert you think I am?"

"Ah, of course! A daughter! You said the same about me!!!"

He tried to get closer to her, still concilliating: "But I never saw you when you were a little child"

She looked at him, tears of fury in his eyes. She knew she wasn't being fair, but she couldn't resist it. That girl had shared with him things she would never share, and she was jealous... oh Maker!, so jealous. "She was with you. During nine years... Nine years!"

Kyle tried to reason with her, but he was starting to feel upset at her nonsense. "Mari... that's from the past! That has nothing to do with us!"

She shook her head. "But now she's here. She enjoys getting on my nerves. And... and look at the way she looks at you! She adores you!!!!"

Kyle couldn't hold his temper anymore. "Ah, yes? And what about Dorian?"

Marilyn opened her eyes wide. "What happens with Dorian?"

"How did he look at you when you saw him back in the inn? How am I supposed to react to him?"

"But... I never liked Dorian! I... I hated him, he was scum!"

"And he kissed you".

"He stole a kiss. It's not the same"

Kyle got closer to her, with a dangerous shine in his eye. "And you like your kisses to be stolen"

Mari stepped back, until her back touched the wall of the room. The tone Kyle had used to say that scared her, and at the same time made her feel all feverish inside. He put his arms by her sides, so now she was caged between him and the wall. She swallowed, both in fear and in excitement. His face was now so close to hers that she was breathing the same air he was exhaling. She felt the panther inside him again, and she closed her eyes, and turned her face away from him. But that didn't work. She felt now his breath over her ear, and how he leant over her, and licked carefully her neck, following the jawline, up to her ear, where he sunk his teeth harder than usually.

"Please, don't do that..." she begged, even if the lower part of her body was already claiming for it.

"You started this. I'm just continuing where you started", he said hoarsely.

She ducked, trying to get out of the cage of his arms, but he already was expecting and moved towards her until his body was touching hers chest to chest, tummy to tummy, crotch to crotch. She felt his desire growing through the fabric of his trousers, and struggled to release herself again, but each one of her movements only got him getting even closer to her, until the pressure of the wall behind her and his body in front of hers made her even difficult to breath. He took her head by the nape with one hand, forcing her to look at him again, and kissed her rudely, bitting her lips with hunger, already panting with desire.

"Was it like this, that time?", he groaned. He continued grabbing her head with one hand, while the other went to her crotch. He slid it under her trousers, under her pants, and his finger found the wet warmth of her most intimate places. She almost shouted at the feeling, and only the fact that his mouth was again over hers avoided her to do it.

He grinned, feeling satisfied the wetness between her legs. "You like this. You always liked it, my little wicked bitch". The finger played with the creases of her groin, while the palm of the hand rested over the rest of the crotch, warm, demanding, like challenging her to try to escape, making her sigh of pleasure and getting even wetter. The hand which was holding her nape came down to her trousers, and started unbuttoning them. Only then the intruder hand came out, making her sigh both of relief and craving, and in a harsh movement, he pulled her trousers down, letting them fall to the knees.

She opened her eyes wide and startled. She knew what was going to happen next, and her body was asking her to cooperate, but she was just too stubborn. She struggled again, and pushed him away with her hands, but it was like trying to move a stone wall. "The bad kitty wants to run, huh?", Kyle chuckled, moving his hips towards her. She realized he had somehow released his member too, and suddenly she remembered it had been her hands which made it, against her will, without thinking. He rubbed it against her tummy, threatening and promising at the same time. She tried to step back, even if her limbs were melting, and the movement made her scratch her back to the rough stone. He took advantage of her hesitation to sink his face between her neck and her shoulder, bitting her hard. She released a faint sound, complaining.

Then both of the male hands came to her butt, and holding her buttocks tightly, he lifted her to his waist. He didn't even take her panties off, he just moved them to one side with one of his fingers, and with a harsh thrust, making her body slam to the wall, he got into her, merciless, claiming all his rights over her. She gasped, shocked at the violence of the movement, and instinctively put her legs around his waist and raised her hands to cling from his shoulders, both to keep her balance and to get a position in which she could feel all the strenght of his thrusts with all the fibers of her being.

Feeling her more secure, Kyle profited to release one of his hands and unbuttoned her shirt, and as soon as he had enough room to do it, he slid it under the fabric and cupped one of her breasts, while kissing her lips hungrily. His other arm craddled her, still under her butt, keeping her in place, while the thrusted and moved his hips between pants and groans. She kissed his face with short kisses, and let him do. "That's not the thing he would do to a daughter", she told to herself, letting him carry her away to that world of pleasure he already had mastered to bring her to. But still. Things could change. "And what?", she replied to her own fears. "Then have him now... and don't worry about the future".

"Just... tell me you'll never leave me, even if it is a lie", she asked, like begging for her life... actually begging for her life, because she would never overcome it if he left her.

He just raised his head and looked at her, his eye shinning like green fire. "How can you ask that?", was the harsh reply. "How can you still think.... I could ever be able... to survive without you?", and he kissed her like trying to drink her soul, to show with his kiss what words weren't able to express.

She moved her hips, swinging at his pace, letting him craddle her with his arms, and startling at the occasional slap. He was thrusting with anger, sort of punishing her for her lack of trust, and she was sinking her nails in the scars of his back, moaning and groaning each time she was crushed between the wall and his body. He curled over himself, and reached her now nude breasts with his mouth. His hair tickled her neck and collarbones, and his teeth played with her nipples, biting softly and sending chills to her spine, and soon her worries disappeared, replaced by waves of pleasure which finally made her scream.

She collapsed over him, unable to help him in the last movements, feeling how he thrusted faster, in short, feverish spasms. He grumped, as if he were disappointed to have finished so soon, and finally released himself, making her lean over the wall, holding her loosely by her tights, and letting his head rest over her shoulder, still panting. And she just held him as tight as her arms allowed her, keeping her face away from his so he couldn't see her tears, and wishing that he was right, that he would never leave her, and that those moments in which they both together were a single living being would never have an end.