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Neither one remembered how exactly they ran into each other that evening, and in truth, neither one cared to remember.
The cheetah was a wanderer who had a New Orleans accent and never gave her name to anyone; sometimes they hinted or tried to ask for it, but she never gave in. It was because of this that everyone knew her solely as Angel Eyes.
The gator was known as Sean Kelley, a big and charming engineer who knew how to get around in all the right ways. Like the cheetah, he was never one to talk about his past, and he was perfectly fine with keeping his past to himself.
Fortunately for both, in light of keeping secrets, neither one was in the mood for talking.
The gator had taken the cheetah back to his place and was now making out with her passionately, Sean holding Angel close as they held each other in the small room.
They had flashes in their minds as they remembered the night where they had first met, and the circumstances that led to their grand night of passion, but still, they couldn’t help but remember the distance that they had in spirit despite their mutual enjoyment. Even now, as they held each other, Sean could feel that distance still present.
Maybe it was time to share a little of himself.
“Angel Eyes…” he started.
“Hmm?” She responded, still uninterested in talking.
“I like having you around.” He said.
“And I like you keepin’ me around.” She said, opening those gorgeous deep blue eyes.
Sean took one of his hands from the cheetah’s sides, and placed it on her cheek, softly caressing it as his golden eyes looked into hers.
“I like that we can catch up like this. You, and I, like that night long ago.” He started. “I like that we can be close the way we are.”
The cheetah smiled. “I’m detecting a ‘but’ coming on.”
“But…I don’t want to just have my way with you after a few rounds, and then move on like last time.” The gator explained. “I look at you, and I feel that I can trust you.”
He planted another kiss on her soft, scarred lips, and looked her in the eyes again.
“I’d like to show you…”
He moved back a little, just to be sure, and stuck out his hand.
*Phwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu*
And just like that, a steady stream of golden flame stemmed out of his palm while his golden eyes erupted a mighty glow, allowing the cheetah to see for herself a small yet undeniable demonstration of the power he could conjure.
“You see…I’m…different.” He said, looking her in the eyes again and awaiting her response.
The cheetah, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest. She looked at him with a face he wasn’t expecting: a face of understanding. Not just a face that understood he had powers, but a face that said that she knew what it was like to have such powers. She brought her own hand for him to see, and then:
*Psssssssssssssssssssssshuuuuuuuuu*
A soft steady stream of blue flame erupted from her palm, and her eyes lit up like that deep royal blue the way they did the night they had met. Now Sean understood; this woman, this nameless woman who he had only met once, and slept with on that same night…was not so different from himself.
“…you’re like me,” he said.
“Apparently so.” Angel Eyes said. “So…now that we’ve seen each other…what would you like to do now?”
Their hands folded in together; his golden-orange flame with her rich blue flame. They blended together, making a flame of deep green before their powers dulled, and both went out, leaving the lamp in the room as their primary source of light.
“I can think of a few things.” He said.
He placed his big strong hands back on her sides, holding her athletic figure close as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He could now feel, truly feel, the power in her body. She was strong; very strong. She was so strong in fact; he could take complete control, and not feel afraid to hold back.
He didn’t have to hold back, not tonight. Tonight, this beautiful cheetah who so happened to be like him was his for the night. He had already had her once, and therefore he was familiar with her body. He knew where her scars were, where her curves were, where every sensitive area was on her figure. And he knew how to tend to them.
As he moved down from her mouth and started to slurp along her throat, the gator could feel the cheetah shiver as she kept her hands on his chest, trying to get a good grip on his massive figure.
Tonight though, Sean was in control. He knew this, and he knew that’s how she wanted it, even though she might not admit it, so he took his hands and moved down her form, cupping the cheeks of her perfect rear into his powerful hands.
“Mr. Kelley…” she whispered.
“Call me Sean.” He said. He picked her up off the floor and lay her down into bed.
He didn’t bother with the covers; after all, they wouldn’t need them. With her arms at her sides, Sean got in behind her and began to feel up her perfect athletic form.
He started at her legs; her strong, powerful legs. Perfect for running, as he could tell; something that came naturally to her, being a cheetah. Then, he moved his hands up to her thighs. Her thighs had a good amount of meat on them, not over the top, but certainly not skinny. Like her calves, there was power in them, a good amount of muscle that was perfect for running. He could feel it, both physically, and spiritually.
Then, he moved upward, past her rear, and the prize that was in between. There’d be time for that later. For now, he was interested in her tummy. He felt at her figure and took notice of the scarred tissue that rested along the muscle. Her stomach wasn’t overly chiseled of course, but he could feel it. He could also feel the claw marks, two sets of claw marks to be exact. They weren’t positioned in a way that suggested the attacker had had their way with her; it was more of a desperate act to overpower a predator too strong for them. It was because of that, the gator knew she felt no shame of her marks, but rather, she saw them as a mark of pride.
He moved up from her tummy, and felt along her shoulders, warm to the touch. He also took notice of the bite mark on her left shoulder; strong enough to scar, but too weak to bite through the bone. The gator could feel what its presence stood for; another desperate, vain attempt to overpower the powerful cheetah.
He moved down to her arms and took her hands into his own. Her hands, her feline paws, were soft and fuzzy and warm. Her pawpads were a little squishy, but also smooth. One paw had a stab wound on it, but like the rest of her scars, it had long sealed itself.
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*
He exhaled a warm breath, having finished his initial feeling of the cheetah’s form. It was now time to get a little more thorough with her body.
She closed her eyes and waited patiently, fully trusting the big, sexy gator to do as he pleased. He let out his big, wide, warm tongue and licked alongside her shoulder, moving up to her neck and ending at her cheek, growling a little in a show of dominance.
Then, he moved his hands back up to her shoulders, squeezing her arms together to avoid interference from her part, and then, fully exposed, he placed his hands on her breasts.
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*
He exhaled again and nuzzled his cheek to hers as he began to squeeze. The gator started by pressing his palms into the center of her c-cups, and then placed his fingers firmly on the outside, squeezing just enough to feel the softness of her breasts’ cushion. Once he had a rhythm set, he began to tenderly fondle her, taking note of all the ways she shifted in breathing.
Sometimes, he’d rub along with a firm grip, tightening every five seconds or so for an extra sharp breath on her part. Other times, he’d shift from her breasts to focus on her nipples, teasingly and harshly squeezing and rubbing, getting a full feel of her in every way he could.
Eventually, though, the breasts weren’t enough. He placed his right hand on her left breast to touch both at once while his left hand moved down her back, feeling along her gash mark, and stopping at her ass. He put a good squeeze on it before spreading it out, lifting her leg in the process, and getting a good view of the true prize down below; her flower.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
Another exhale, louder this time, and he hungrily dug his teeth into her neck as he placed four fingers into that unimaginably tight pussy. He remembered how hard it was to squeeze as much as one in the last time. But now he understood the nature of her powers; they obviously provided tremendous healing abilities, which meant that any damage to her loins would fade away instantly, no matter how big the penetration. That meant that Sean was free to go in as big and rough as he wanted. She was truly his for the night, and he was free to enjoy her as he pleased.
His fingers were big, long, and warm, and as they practically forced themselves into the cheetah’s forever tight pussy, his thumb came up and rested itself on her clit, pressing down hard, and making the cheetah squeak in shock.
*Shlick*
*Schli*
*Schluck*
*Schluup*
*Schlick*
Then he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, while his right hand resumed massaging the cheetah’s breasts. While the gator’s left hand continued to furiously pump in and out of her perfect loins, his right hand moved back and forth every ten seconds or so, tending to one breast before going back to the other, giving regular attention to her nipples as well.
The cheetah was going crazy under the power of his touch. She never expected she’d ever find herself feeling so…helpless. Not that the situation made her feel bad or anything, but still. She had met others like her before, and they were usually people she could respect. But never had she met someone with powers that she wanted inside her. The feeling of a man, specifically this big gator man, having his way with her, feeling every inch of her body and doing with it as he pleased. It was all just so…so…
Exhilarating.
“…Sean…” she whispered.
“Shhhhhhhhh…” Sean hushed in her ear, giving it a nip in the process.
Much as he loved shoving and slamming his fingers inside of her, he had his own needs, and it was time to meet them. His cock had been erect all this time and was practically throbbing with want as it rested unattended.
Using his hand, now coated in the cheetah’s loins, he lifted her leg in the air and lined his cock up with that perfect pussy.
*HMMMMMMMMMMM*
He smiled down at her, an act that made her bite her lip as she felt the full length of his big red rocket insert itself into her folds, helping itself to her as it filled her inch by inch until she found herself feeling his knot press against her.
Then he pulled out at the head, and then:
*SCHLAPP*
And then:
*SCHLUP*
And then:
*SCHLICK*
And then:
*SCHLUP*
In and out; in and out. Slowly but hardly, he pumped himself in and out of the cheetah’s loins. The gator looked down at Angel Eyes with a look of satisfaction as the cheetah closed her eyes and let the gator have his way.
Eventually, though, the position was a little dull, so he decided to change it a little.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her.
The cheetah exhaled slowly and softly, not opening her deep blue eyes.
“Yes…”
With her permission acquired, the gator grabbed the cheetah by the thighs and then repositioned himself so he was lying on his back, with the cheetah in his lap. Still deep inside her, he moved his hands upwards while her legs were still folded upwards, and placed his massive hands firmly back on her breasts, kneading as he pleased while he continued to pump in and out of her.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
He exhaled loudly in her ear.
“So soft…so tight…”
The cheetah found herself blushing.
“You feel perfect.”
*SCHLIP*
*SCHLICK*
*SCHLICK*
SCLACK*
*SCHLUCK*
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
The process continued for quite some time, thanks to Sean making sure to make the moment last. However, the night would not last forever, and neither would he. His load was already leaking pre, and the cheetah could feel it dripping every three seconds or so. Sean was fighting release, but it wouldn’t last much longer.
“I wanna finish inside you…” he whispered in a husky voice, licking along the bottom of her jaw before sliding his tongue into her waiting mouth.
He knew it was what she wanted. There was no need to ask for permission.
He tightened his grip on her breasts, using his index fingers and thumbs to additionally squeeze at her nipples, while his forearms kept her legs raised at just the right angle to avoid resistance.
Then, he began to pick up speed.
*SCHLICK*
*SCHLOCK*
*SLUCK*
*SCHLUUK*
*SCHLEEK*
*SCHLIP*
*SCHLOCK*
*SCHLUP*
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
And then finally:
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
It was time:
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
His first load entered the Same time as his knot, slamming inside her and filling her womb almost instantly.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Another load, just as powerful. This second load trying desperately to lead out of the cheetah’s pussy. Thankfully, the gator’s knot was too strong to let anything slide out.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then came the third.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the fourth.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the fifth.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the sixth.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
The gator exhaled one final time, having filled his cheetah to the absolute brim with his spunk. All Angel Eyes could do was lay there in his arms as she felt his massive load slosh around in her tummy. Never, not even their first time, had she felt so full.
“Mr. Kelly…” she tried to say, only to be cut off as he gave her another kiss; a gentle one this time.
“Call me Sean.” He said.
…
After about forty minutes, the gator’s knot had died down. Now he had finally pulled out, and was holding the cheetah close in his bed. The whole room reeked of sex, and Sean was certain his sheets would be damp until morning, but it was worth it.
“That’s the second time anyone’s made me feel submissive.” The cheetah said, her cheeks flushed a bright red.
“Only the second?” Sean asked with a raised brow. “And who may be the first?”
“A she-wolf I met and spent Christmas with.” Angel Eyes said. “She gives the best kisses, and, well…I think I may be…” she paused, trying to find the right words.
“Falling in love?” Sean asked.
“…y…yeah.” The cheetah said, realizing it to be the truth.
“Good for you,” Sean said.
“Hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” Angel Eyes said. “I mean, I do like you. I mean…” she blushed again, and looked at her loins, already sealed back up, but nonetheless leaking freely into the bed. “…I really, really like you. But I also like her, too.”
Sean could only smile, and cupped her chin in his hand, looking her in the eyes, gold to blue.
“You know, polyamory is a thing, nowadays.”
The cheetah blushed again, looking away in embarrassment as she realized that wasn’t actually a bad idea.
“I…could introduce you some time.” She offered.
“I’d like that.” He said.
He looked back to the ceiling, and continued to hold her close in his warm, powerful embrace.
“But seriously, I’m happy for you, Angel Eyes.” He said. “I do hope you have the best with her.”
His smile slowly faded as unpleasant memories began to resurface.
“I hope you don’t lose her…like I lost mine.”
The cheetah didn’t move, but she did look up at him.
“Yours?”
“I’m not what you’d call a perfect soul.” He started. “I…I don’t like to tell people about this, but…I had someone in my life…long ago.
The cheetah was silent, only for a moment.
“Tell me about that.” She asked, not in an invasive way, but more of a genuine, curious way.
“Lizzie.” Sean said. “Her name was Lizzie.”
He took a deep breath, and looked out the window. The moon was out, and the city lights were present.
“Long ago, she and I, we were everything to each other. I lived with her, in Europe.” Sean explained. “Eventually, we found ourselves expecting a child, and good lord, were we excited.”
“How far along was she?” Angel asked.
“Long enough for the two of us to have grown up talks.” Sean answered.
“What are those?” Angel Eyes asked.
“Oh, you know…how many more kids we’d have, where we’d live once we had them…”
Sean smiled to himself at the thought of her.
“How happy we were going to be.”
Then it faded.
“But where we lived…it wasn’t safe.”
The cheetah’s expression tensed.
“There were these people…these groups…in a war with each other.” The gator explained. “And they never really cared if innocents got hurt in the process.”
His grip on her figure tightened.
“One day…my Lizzie, she…”
His eyes clenched shut.
“She got…”
His eyes opened.
“…she got shot.”
A pause. The cheetah wasn’t breathing, but she was listening.
“And the baby?”
Another pause. This one had dread in its air.
“…shot.”
The cheetah closed her eyes in disappointment.
“I see…” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm…” the gator forced a chuckle. “Nothing you need to be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault.” He said.
“So what happened to those fuckers that shot her?”
The gator looked back to the ceiling, and his expression hardened.
“I’m not normally one to let out my powers, and go…all-out.” He said. “But when I found her body…and what they had done…”
He looked away, seemingly trying to hide his shame.
“I made an exception.”
The cheetah looked away as well; unpleasant memories of her own beginning to resurface.
“I’ve been coming to terms with what’s happened bit by bit ever since.” The gator said. “I’m not proud of it…but it’s a part of me.”
“I know the feeling.” Angel Eyes said. “You may be surprised, but I had my own moments of bloodshed.”
The gator looked back down to her.
“Y’all know how I…don't really age, and all that?”
“From personal experience? Maybe.” The gator answered.
“Well, when I was starting out, it was 1919.” She started. “In Louisiana, there was this here shanty town, deep in the swamps.”
She rubbed along her shoulder, where the teeth marks were.
“I had just killed a gator, a feral gator when I found them,” she explained. “That’s where the bite and claw marks came from.”
She looked up to Sean, who, like her to him, was giving her full attention.
“The people there, they ain't never seen a person with glowing eyes before. Thought I was a demon.”
She rubbed her other shoulder, and Sean took notice of the buckshot marks.
“They didn’t have any help, but they did have guns.” She said. “Not that they were all bad, or anything. They only hated me because of my eyes.”
“That’s not fair,” Sean said in her defense.
“Neither was I,” she said, squinting as she stared off into space.
“When my body stopped bleeding…and I was no longer able to add any more scars to my collection…I spent an entire night burning them into the swamp.”
She looked at Sean.
“The entire shantytown and all the people livin’ there…ablaze in blue flame. When I finally stopped burning, I just floated there in front of them, and watched.”
She looked sad now, but she didn’t stop.
“People were running into their little huts, trying to get their valuables and children. Others were trying to get out of their huts because my presence scared them into barricading themselves into their homes.”
Her gaze hardened.
“Yeah…I know a thing or two about letting loose.”
Sean was silent. His expression was a little surprised, but not hateful. He continued to hold her close and ran his fingers through her thick white hair.
“I guess we’re more alike than either of us thought, huh Angel?” he asked kindly.
“Hm…yeah…I guess we are.”
They looked up at the ceiling together; trying to come to terms with the stories they would’ve preferred to be buried. But even so, the two felt a sense of comfort now, knowing full well that they told their pasts to someone they could both trust.
It made Sean feel the need to ask.
“Have you told this to that wolf you told me about?”
“I told her lots of things.” The cheetah answered, blushing out of a guilty embarrassment rather than a sensual one. “I’ve done lots of bad things in life. And yet she doesn’t seem to care. She’s actually got this therapeutic presence to her.”
Sean smiled. “Sounds like she’s good for you.” He said.
“Yeah…” the cheetah’s sensual blush returned.
“You know…that whole…polyamory thing y’all joked about before…”
The gator smiled.
“Y’all wouldn’t mind…considerin’ that for real, would ya?”
For all of her strength in spirit and mind and body, she really was shy when it came to her sex life. It was honestly adorable.
Sean Kelly took Angel Eyes’ chin back in his cupped hand and planted a soft, tender kiss on her scarred lips.
“If you introduce us some time, I’d be willing to give it a try.”
Artwork by http://www.furaffinity.net/user/mervvin/
...
Neither one remembered how exactly they ran into each other that evening, and in truth, neither one cared to remember.
The cheetah was a wanderer who had a New Orleans accent and never gave her name to anyone; sometimes they hinted or tried to ask for it, but she never gave in. It was because of this that everyone knew her solely as Angel Eyes.
The gator was known as Sean Kelley, a big and charming engineer who knew how to get around in all the right ways. Like the cheetah, he was never one to talk about his past, and he was perfectly fine with keeping his past to himself.
Fortunately for both, in light of keeping secrets, neither one was in the mood for talking.
The gator had taken the cheetah back to his place and was now making out with her passionately, Sean holding Angel close as they held each other in the small room.
They had flashes in their minds as they remembered the night where they had first met, and the circumstances that led to their grand night of passion, but still, they couldn’t help but remember the distance that they had in spirit despite their mutual enjoyment. Even now, as they held each other, Sean could feel that distance still present.
Maybe it was time to share a little of himself.
“Angel Eyes…” he started.
“Hmm?” She responded, still uninterested in talking.
“I like having you around.” He said.
“And I like you keepin’ me around.” She said, opening those gorgeous deep blue eyes.
Sean took one of his hands from the cheetah’s sides, and placed it on her cheek, softly caressing it as his golden eyes looked into hers.
“I like that we can catch up like this. You, and I, like that night long ago.” He started. “I like that we can be close the way we are.”
The cheetah smiled. “I’m detecting a ‘but’ coming on.”
“But…I don’t want to just have my way with you after a few rounds, and then move on like last time.” The gator explained. “I look at you, and I feel that I can trust you.”
He planted another kiss on her soft, scarred lips, and looked her in the eyes again.
“I’d like to show you…”
He moved back a little, just to be sure, and stuck out his hand.
*Phwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu*
And just like that, a steady stream of golden flame stemmed out of his palm while his golden eyes erupted a mighty glow, allowing the cheetah to see for herself a small yet undeniable demonstration of the power he could conjure.
“You see…I’m…different.” He said, looking her in the eyes again and awaiting her response.
The cheetah, however, wasn’t phased in the slightest. She looked at him with a face he wasn’t expecting: a face of understanding. Not just a face that understood he had powers, but a face that said that she knew what it was like to have such powers. She brought her own hand for him to see, and then:
*Psssssssssssssssssssssshuuuuuuuuu*
A soft steady stream of blue flame erupted from her palm, and her eyes lit up like that deep royal blue the way they did the night they had met. Now Sean understood; this woman, this nameless woman who he had only met once, and slept with on that same night…was not so different from himself.
“…you’re like me,” he said.
“Apparently so.” Angel Eyes said. “So…now that we’ve seen each other…what would you like to do now?”
Their hands folded in together; his golden-orange flame with her rich blue flame. They blended together, making a flame of deep green before their powers dulled, and both went out, leaving the lamp in the room as their primary source of light.
“I can think of a few things.” He said.
He placed his big strong hands back on her sides, holding her athletic figure close as he slid his tongue into her mouth. He could now feel, truly feel, the power in her body. She was strong; very strong. She was so strong in fact; he could take complete control, and not feel afraid to hold back.
He didn’t have to hold back, not tonight. Tonight, this beautiful cheetah who so happened to be like him was his for the night. He had already had her once, and therefore he was familiar with her body. He knew where her scars were, where her curves were, where every sensitive area was on her figure. And he knew how to tend to them.
As he moved down from her mouth and started to slurp along her throat, the gator could feel the cheetah shiver as she kept her hands on his chest, trying to get a good grip on his massive figure.
Tonight though, Sean was in control. He knew this, and he knew that’s how she wanted it, even though she might not admit it, so he took his hands and moved down her form, cupping the cheeks of her perfect rear into his powerful hands.
“Mr. Kelley…” she whispered.
“Call me Sean.” He said. He picked her up off the floor and lay her down into bed.
He didn’t bother with the covers; after all, they wouldn’t need them. With her arms at her sides, Sean got in behind her and began to feel up her perfect athletic form.
He started at her legs; her strong, powerful legs. Perfect for running, as he could tell; something that came naturally to her, being a cheetah. Then, he moved his hands up to her thighs. Her thighs had a good amount of meat on them, not over the top, but certainly not skinny. Like her calves, there was power in them, a good amount of muscle that was perfect for running. He could feel it, both physically, and spiritually.
Then, he moved upward, past her rear, and the prize that was in between. There’d be time for that later. For now, he was interested in her tummy. He felt at her figure and took notice of the scarred tissue that rested along the muscle. Her stomach wasn’t overly chiseled of course, but he could feel it. He could also feel the claw marks, two sets of claw marks to be exact. They weren’t positioned in a way that suggested the attacker had had their way with her; it was more of a desperate act to overpower a predator too strong for them. It was because of that, the gator knew she felt no shame of her marks, but rather, she saw them as a mark of pride.
He moved up from her tummy, and felt along her shoulders, warm to the touch. He also took notice of the bite mark on her left shoulder; strong enough to scar, but too weak to bite through the bone. The gator could feel what its presence stood for; another desperate, vain attempt to overpower the powerful cheetah.
He moved down to her arms and took her hands into his own. Her hands, her feline paws, were soft and fuzzy and warm. Her pawpads were a little squishy, but also smooth. One paw had a stab wound on it, but like the rest of her scars, it had long sealed itself.
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*
He exhaled a warm breath, having finished his initial feeling of the cheetah’s form. It was now time to get a little more thorough with her body.
She closed her eyes and waited patiently, fully trusting the big, sexy gator to do as he pleased. He let out his big, wide, warm tongue and licked alongside her shoulder, moving up to her neck and ending at her cheek, growling a little in a show of dominance.
Then, he moved his hands back up to her shoulders, squeezing her arms together to avoid interference from her part, and then, fully exposed, he placed his hands on her breasts.
*Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm*
He exhaled again and nuzzled his cheek to hers as he began to squeeze. The gator started by pressing his palms into the center of her c-cups, and then placed his fingers firmly on the outside, squeezing just enough to feel the softness of her breasts’ cushion. Once he had a rhythm set, he began to tenderly fondle her, taking note of all the ways she shifted in breathing.
Sometimes, he’d rub along with a firm grip, tightening every five seconds or so for an extra sharp breath on her part. Other times, he’d shift from her breasts to focus on her nipples, teasingly and harshly squeezing and rubbing, getting a full feel of her in every way he could.
Eventually, though, the breasts weren’t enough. He placed his right hand on her left breast to touch both at once while his left hand moved down her back, feeling along her gash mark, and stopping at her ass. He put a good squeeze on it before spreading it out, lifting her leg in the process, and getting a good view of the true prize down below; her flower.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
Another exhale, louder this time, and he hungrily dug his teeth into her neck as he placed four fingers into that unimaginably tight pussy. He remembered how hard it was to squeeze as much as one in the last time. But now he understood the nature of her powers; they obviously provided tremendous healing abilities, which meant that any damage to her loins would fade away instantly, no matter how big the penetration. That meant that Sean was free to go in as big and rough as he wanted. She was truly his for the night, and he was free to enjoy her as he pleased.
His fingers were big, long, and warm, and as they practically forced themselves into the cheetah’s forever tight pussy, his thumb came up and rested itself on her clit, pressing down hard, and making the cheetah squeak in shock.
*Shlick*
*Schli*
*Schluck*
*Schluup*
*Schlick*
Then he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, while his right hand resumed massaging the cheetah’s breasts. While the gator’s left hand continued to furiously pump in and out of her perfect loins, his right hand moved back and forth every ten seconds or so, tending to one breast before going back to the other, giving regular attention to her nipples as well.
The cheetah was going crazy under the power of his touch. She never expected she’d ever find herself feeling so…helpless. Not that the situation made her feel bad or anything, but still. She had met others like her before, and they were usually people she could respect. But never had she met someone with powers that she wanted inside her. The feeling of a man, specifically this big gator man, having his way with her, feeling every inch of her body and doing with it as he pleased. It was all just so…so…
Exhilarating.
“…Sean…” she whispered.
“Shhhhhhhhh…” Sean hushed in her ear, giving it a nip in the process.
Much as he loved shoving and slamming his fingers inside of her, he had his own needs, and it was time to meet them. His cock had been erect all this time and was practically throbbing with want as it rested unattended.
Using his hand, now coated in the cheetah’s loins, he lifted her leg in the air and lined his cock up with that perfect pussy.
*HMMMMMMMMMMM*
He smiled down at her, an act that made her bite her lip as she felt the full length of his big red rocket insert itself into her folds, helping itself to her as it filled her inch by inch until she found herself feeling his knot press against her.
Then he pulled out at the head, and then:
*SCHLAPP*
And then:
*SCHLUP*
And then:
*SCHLICK*
And then:
*SCHLUP*
In and out; in and out. Slowly but hardly, he pumped himself in and out of the cheetah’s loins. The gator looked down at Angel Eyes with a look of satisfaction as the cheetah closed her eyes and let the gator have his way.
Eventually, though, the position was a little dull, so he decided to change it a little.
“Do you trust me?” he asked her.
The cheetah exhaled slowly and softly, not opening her deep blue eyes.
“Yes…”
With her permission acquired, the gator grabbed the cheetah by the thighs and then repositioned himself so he was lying on his back, with the cheetah in his lap. Still deep inside her, he moved his hands upwards while her legs were still folded upwards, and placed his massive hands firmly back on her breasts, kneading as he pleased while he continued to pump in and out of her.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
He exhaled loudly in her ear.
“So soft…so tight…”
The cheetah found herself blushing.
“You feel perfect.”
*SCHLIP*
*SCHLICK*
*SCHLICK*
SCLACK*
*SCHLUCK*
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
The process continued for quite some time, thanks to Sean making sure to make the moment last. However, the night would not last forever, and neither would he. His load was already leaking pre, and the cheetah could feel it dripping every three seconds or so. Sean was fighting release, but it wouldn’t last much longer.
“I wanna finish inside you…” he whispered in a husky voice, licking along the bottom of her jaw before sliding his tongue into her waiting mouth.
He knew it was what she wanted. There was no need to ask for permission.
He tightened his grip on her breasts, using his index fingers and thumbs to additionally squeeze at her nipples, while his forearms kept her legs raised at just the right angle to avoid resistance.
Then, he began to pick up speed.
*SCHLICK*
*SCHLOCK*
*SLUCK*
*SCHLUUK*
*SCHLEEK*
*SCHLIP*
*SCHLOCK*
*SCHLUP*
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
And then finally:
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
It was time:
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
His first load entered the Same time as his knot, slamming inside her and filling her womb almost instantly.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Another load, just as powerful. This second load trying desperately to lead out of the cheetah’s pussy. Thankfully, the gator’s knot was too strong to let anything slide out.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then came the third.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the fourth.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the fifth.
*SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU*
Then the sixth.
*HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
The gator exhaled one final time, having filled his cheetah to the absolute brim with his spunk. All Angel Eyes could do was lay there in his arms as she felt his massive load slosh around in her tummy. Never, not even their first time, had she felt so full.
“Mr. Kelly…” she tried to say, only to be cut off as he gave her another kiss; a gentle one this time.
“Call me Sean.” He said.
…
After about forty minutes, the gator’s knot had died down. Now he had finally pulled out, and was holding the cheetah close in his bed. The whole room reeked of sex, and Sean was certain his sheets would be damp until morning, but it was worth it.
“That’s the second time anyone’s made me feel submissive.” The cheetah said, her cheeks flushed a bright red.
“Only the second?” Sean asked with a raised brow. “And who may be the first?”
“A she-wolf I met and spent Christmas with.” Angel Eyes said. “She gives the best kisses, and, well…I think I may be…” she paused, trying to find the right words.
“Falling in love?” Sean asked.
“…y…yeah.” The cheetah said, realizing it to be the truth.
“Good for you,” Sean said.
“Hope I didn’t hurt your feelings.” Angel Eyes said. “I mean, I do like you. I mean…” she blushed again, and looked at her loins, already sealed back up, but nonetheless leaking freely into the bed. “…I really, really like you. But I also like her, too.”
Sean could only smile, and cupped her chin in his hand, looking her in the eyes, gold to blue.
“You know, polyamory is a thing, nowadays.”
The cheetah blushed again, looking away in embarrassment as she realized that wasn’t actually a bad idea.
“I…could introduce you some time.” She offered.
“I’d like that.” He said.
He looked back to the ceiling, and continued to hold her close in his warm, powerful embrace.
“But seriously, I’m happy for you, Angel Eyes.” He said. “I do hope you have the best with her.”
His smile slowly faded as unpleasant memories began to resurface.
“I hope you don’t lose her…like I lost mine.”
The cheetah didn’t move, but she did look up at him.
“Yours?”
“I’m not what you’d call a perfect soul.” He started. “I…I don’t like to tell people about this, but…I had someone in my life…long ago.
The cheetah was silent, only for a moment.
“Tell me about that.” She asked, not in an invasive way, but more of a genuine, curious way.
“Lizzie.” Sean said. “Her name was Lizzie.”
He took a deep breath, and looked out the window. The moon was out, and the city lights were present.
“Long ago, she and I, we were everything to each other. I lived with her, in Europe.” Sean explained. “Eventually, we found ourselves expecting a child, and good lord, were we excited.”
“How far along was she?” Angel asked.
“Long enough for the two of us to have grown up talks.” Sean answered.
“What are those?” Angel Eyes asked.
“Oh, you know…how many more kids we’d have, where we’d live once we had them…”
Sean smiled to himself at the thought of her.
“How happy we were going to be.”
Then it faded.
“But where we lived…it wasn’t safe.”
The cheetah’s expression tensed.
“There were these people…these groups…in a war with each other.” The gator explained. “And they never really cared if innocents got hurt in the process.”
His grip on her figure tightened.
“One day…my Lizzie, she…”
His eyes clenched shut.
“She got…”
His eyes opened.
“…she got shot.”
A pause. The cheetah wasn’t breathing, but she was listening.
“And the baby?”
Another pause. This one had dread in its air.
“…shot.”
The cheetah closed her eyes in disappointment.
“I see…” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm…” the gator forced a chuckle. “Nothing you need to be sorry for. It wasn’t your fault.” He said.
“So what happened to those fuckers that shot her?”
The gator looked back to the ceiling, and his expression hardened.
“I’m not normally one to let out my powers, and go…all-out.” He said. “But when I found her body…and what they had done…”
He looked away, seemingly trying to hide his shame.
“I made an exception.”
The cheetah looked away as well; unpleasant memories of her own beginning to resurface.
“I’ve been coming to terms with what’s happened bit by bit ever since.” The gator said. “I’m not proud of it…but it’s a part of me.”
“I know the feeling.” Angel Eyes said. “You may be surprised, but I had my own moments of bloodshed.”
The gator looked back down to her.
“Y’all know how I…don't really age, and all that?”
“From personal experience? Maybe.” The gator answered.
“Well, when I was starting out, it was 1919.” She started. “In Louisiana, there was this here shanty town, deep in the swamps.”
She rubbed along her shoulder, where the teeth marks were.
“I had just killed a gator, a feral gator when I found them,” she explained. “That’s where the bite and claw marks came from.”
She looked up to Sean, who, like her to him, was giving her full attention.
“The people there, they ain't never seen a person with glowing eyes before. Thought I was a demon.”
She rubbed her other shoulder, and Sean took notice of the buckshot marks.
“They didn’t have any help, but they did have guns.” She said. “Not that they were all bad, or anything. They only hated me because of my eyes.”
“That’s not fair,” Sean said in her defense.
“Neither was I,” she said, squinting as she stared off into space.
“When my body stopped bleeding…and I was no longer able to add any more scars to my collection…I spent an entire night burning them into the swamp.”
She looked at Sean.
“The entire shantytown and all the people livin’ there…ablaze in blue flame. When I finally stopped burning, I just floated there in front of them, and watched.”
She looked sad now, but she didn’t stop.
“People were running into their little huts, trying to get their valuables and children. Others were trying to get out of their huts because my presence scared them into barricading themselves into their homes.”
Her gaze hardened.
“Yeah…I know a thing or two about letting loose.”
Sean was silent. His expression was a little surprised, but not hateful. He continued to hold her close and ran his fingers through her thick white hair.
“I guess we’re more alike than either of us thought, huh Angel?” he asked kindly.
“Hm…yeah…I guess we are.”
They looked up at the ceiling together; trying to come to terms with the stories they would’ve preferred to be buried. But even so, the two felt a sense of comfort now, knowing full well that they told their pasts to someone they could both trust.
It made Sean feel the need to ask.
“Have you told this to that wolf you told me about?”
“I told her lots of things.” The cheetah answered, blushing out of a guilty embarrassment rather than a sensual one. “I’ve done lots of bad things in life. And yet she doesn’t seem to care. She’s actually got this therapeutic presence to her.”
Sean smiled. “Sounds like she’s good for you.” He said.
“Yeah…” the cheetah’s sensual blush returned.
“You know…that whole…polyamory thing y’all joked about before…”
The gator smiled.
“Y’all wouldn’t mind…considerin’ that for real, would ya?”
For all of her strength in spirit and mind and body, she really was shy when it came to her sex life. It was honestly adorable.
Sean Kelly took Angel Eyes’ chin back in his cupped hand and planted a soft, tender kiss on her scarred lips.
“If you introduce us some time, I’d be willing to give it a try.”
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