“On your knees,” I whispered, and licked my blood from her mouth.
I sat back on my haunches, watching as she rose to face me, legs folded beneath her, back straight, hands flat on her thighs. Her chin was proudly high, her eyes lowered, and a small smile played around the corners of her mouth.
She moved with precise care, positioning herself with a significance that spoke of ritual. MyLeleshahad done this before.
“Beautiful,” I purred. My claw drew the faintest line down the center of her body, a rosy stripe from neck to navel. Her golden skin—bare but for sprinklings of fur—showed every touch. She would wear the painting of this claiming for days.
I brought my hand lower, tracing a path from thigh to knee.
Wordlessly, she spread her legs, exposing the sheen of wetness on their soft, dimpled interiors. Her hands remainedloose and relaxed, but her breasts shivered with every quick breath.
Estrayuh’s belly rested on her thighs, hiding her core from my hungry eyes. Higher, her breasts hung, full and tempting like the ripest of fruits.
I flicked my claws across a fat brown nipple, purring with satisfaction as it tightened further, lengthening, the flesh around it pebbling. I repeated the action on her other breast, speeding up, alternating, until her hands curled into fists on her thighs and she panted uncontrollably.
But she stayed on her knees, the scent of her arousal so thick in the air I could barely breathe.
“So pretty,Lelesha. But not exactly what I had in mind.” I swiped my tail under the somewhat shredded cloth of herhows’dres, spreading it on the ground in front of her.
“Hands,” I said, patting the edge nearest me.
When she was on her hands and knees I circled her slowly, brushing away the streaks of dirt our wrestling had left on her skin. Dirt, but no blood. Satisfaction purred through me. I never wanted to put a mark on her that wasn’t a memory of pleasure.
I stopped behind her. I couldn’t help but fill my hands with the cheeks of her ass. I massaged the lush curves and parted her with my thumbs, baring her most intimate flesh to my eyes. She was slick with desire, gleaming with it from her tiny winking asshole all the way down to her knees.
“Oh,Lelesha, I love how you shine for me,” I murmured.
One at a time, I gently lifted each of her knees, brushing them off before spreading the cloth beneath them.
She was too low to fuck from this angle. A fantasy rippled to life—a dream for the future.
Zaf, on his back. Estrayuh on top of him, pussy raised high for my thrusts. Feeling his cock rub against mine as he pumped into her ass. Litha, on all fours like Estrayuh was now, muffling the little Hyunan’s screams with her cunt.
I grunted, excitement dripping onto her wide, welcoming curves. I rubbed it in, slipping my hands through her dripping folds, coating her ass in a shimmering mix of our fluids.
My fingers curled around her neck, guiding her down until her upper body rested on her folded arms, back arched, ass and sex presented with delectable openness. She widened her stance without having to be told, and I purred my approval.
Smack!
I brought my hand down on her ass with more sound than force, my cock throbbing at her little whimper. Another slap on the other cheek as I watched my handprint appear on her flesh, flushing the same deep pink as her glistening petals.
There were definite benefits to having no fur.
I rained swats onto her ass and thighs, varying the pressure but keeping it light, until she was whining, pushing back into my strokes.
It was time.
I gripped her hot, sensitive cheeks, squeezing, letting her feel the prick of my claws. She groaned, canting her hips up in entreaty.
“Whose are you, Estrayuh?” I purred, flexing my fingers.
She muttered something unintelligible, her face buried in her arms.
Crack!
I laid my palm across the lower curve of her ass with some force, watching it jiggle with a fascination that was edging into obsession.
“I didn’t hear you,” I said, and struck the same spot on the other side. “Tell me again. Whose are you, Estrayuh?”