Intense
saturation is the product of this dynamic attraction:
As a
lioness stalking an antelope in the Serengeti crouched low, aware of
everything surrounding them, steadying her breathing to match his, minimizing
her movements, she watches how he moves, mimicking how he sways from side to
side. How delicious he looks standing there engrossed in a delicate exchange of
words. The rise and fall of his chest is the lullaby that is soothing me out
of my panties.
Focusing
on the thickness of the jugular vein seizing with each irritating word
delivered by the victim’s opposite. His pulse has me mesmerized as I stalk
closer, closer, and closer. I can smell the authority flowing within him;
tantalizing. A pinch of adventure, seasoned with excitement, marinated in
danger; orgasmic.
As I
approach pouncing range I must pause and anticipate an opening. The victim’s
opposite turns and leaves; access. This must be a sudden, yet subtle pounce,
I’m down low, and I’ve gained entrance. The taste of his flesh against my
tongue sends my senses into frenzy. He doesn’t resist making the experience all
the more delicious. He bucks so I open my mouth, reposition my tongue, and suck
harder straining my jaws.
A stampede
ensues, but I will not be deterred. With aggression I use my claws to grab and
hold my prey in position. The stampede must have startled him because now he’s
pulling away and thrashing. Intense pain engulfs my head, my fur is being
tugged savagely ripping me from my delectable appetizer. The strength in his
hands awakens the masochist within me. Hurt me more please!
I have
become the prey at his mercy, bent over the stool, skirt being ripped from my
waist; panties shredded no longer a hindrance. Blinding pressure applied to the
nape of my neck, the other tightly gripping my neck; no longer do I seek to
attack but am begging to be taken, willingly violated, and manipulated to bring
about his satisfaction.
The
viscous way he thrusts himself deeper than any have prior is forcing me higher,
far beyond the place where the clouds hide. My body betrays all that I once thought
would occur, I never envisioned such an exchange of power. The flow of
excitement has drawn others to stop and watch, amazed by what the
interpretation of the occurrence displays.
Silence
has fled as the grip around my neck increases the blood flow to my head. The
screams that escape is of utter devastation, decimation, and determination to
take what I’m being given. Gasping for air to cry louder, reaching for
leverage, grasping for support, giving in to the magnitude of the most
animalistic exchange in the history of us. His breathing has quickened, he has
invaded the depths of me, his hands have touched the substance of me, and his
passion has captured the soul of me. The velocity yet intensifying continually,
the roars escaping a mating call frightening and alluring. Climax reached,
fluid exchanged, seed sown, spewed deeply saturating and claiming the prey now
prized.
