Kidnapping Casey
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Chuckling, he shook his head. Amusement lit his already-bright eyes. He lowered his body back on top of Casey to pin her there firmly. They admired each other for a long time. His smile faded slowly as he lowered his head. His lips brushed hers softly. Casey shut her eyes to kiss him back. This time they weren't two frantically turned-on people coming together. This kiss was tender and long. He was exploring her mouth, learning her, and to Casey it felt like he was teasing. While he had possession of her lips he started to move inside her again.
Astonishment hit Casey, but so did desire. His cock was still rock hard. She knew he'd come, she'd felt him. He recovered way too fast to be human, just another reminder to her how not normal he was. She didn't even want to think about the no-condom thing. Maybe he couldn't carry sexual diseases. She wasn't worried about pregnancy either. She'd worked for a veterinarian for two years before she'd started bartending school to make more money. Different species couldn't breed. She was fully human and he was something else entirely. They were cats and dogs pretty much, she told herself. They might be sexually compatible but they sure couldn't make a litter together.
He broke away from her mouth. She missed his kiss instantly but she changed her mind rapidly as he went for her neck and the skin on the top of her shoulder. Sharp teeth raked her flesh. It was an erotic sensation that drew her desire to a higher level. He could hurt her with those teeth but instead he was gently scraping along her skin.
Her gut instincts assured her she was safe with him. He moved faster on her, deeper, driving her desire up again. She raked her fingernails along his back and shoulders where she could reach while she lifted her legs higher, wrapping them tightly around his waist. Her heels pressed into his firm, muscular ass. Strong muscles there worked, tightening, as he slowly fucked her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Faster, please. I like it fast."
He growled before he drove into her the way she wanted. Casey moaned, quaking under him. He was a powerhouse of sex. She pushed that thought away to just feel. Sharp teeth nipped her shoulder hard enough to bring her a flash of pain. It shocked her but didn't really hurt. He hadn't pierced her skin. It did excite her body into a climax, pleasure thrummed through her as she cried out. The large man groaned deeply next to her ear. She felt him throb, her muscles milking his cock as he emptied himself deep inside her again.
They both stilled except for their heavy breathing. Casey felt shocked by her responses to him. Minutes passed before he slowly withdrew from her body. She opened her eyes to see regret shining in those strangely beautiful blue eyes. He pushed up away from her upper body. Casey released his hips, unwrapping her legs from around him.
They shook from the workout she'd gotten physically. She was almost afraid of falling asleep as he sat down between her thighs. He sat back on his heels with his eyes locked with hers again. She wondered why he looked regretful. He couldn't be regretting the sex, could he? She hoped not, because they'd done it twice and it had been amazing.
Touching his chest, he pointed to hers. His mouth curved upward. He had a sexy smile.
Casey bit her lip as she eased up carefully, using her hands to brace her weight. She couldn't close her thighs with him sitting between them but she did move back a few inches so there was a little distance between his knees and her exposed pussy. She sat up straighter to stare at him on a more equal level.
"I wish I understood you." She touched her chest. "I'm Casey Santhrom. I live in a house close to here. I own this." She waved her hands at the cave. "I own the land." Her hands dropped as she studied him. He was watching her intently.
"You can understand me, right?"
He nodded slowly with a smile.
She smiled back. "You really can't say words?"
He shook his head. A soft growl came from his parted lips.
"Okay. Can you write to me to tell me your name?"
Amusement lit his eyes. His lips twitched. He shook his head.
Disappointment hit her. She was hoping he could spell words out to her in the loose dirt floor of the cave. They could have communicated that way. Studying his features, she realized he looked human with animal characteristics. A grim thought hit her.
"Shit. Some asshole doctor did this to you, didn't he? Is that what happened to you to make you so different? Was some geneticist experimenting on you? Did you escape some laboratory? God. That shit is illegal. We'll get you help." Her eyes flashed up and down his body.
"We won't let them get away with this. They've obviously been experimenting on you with some forms of animal DNA."
The grin widened as he shook his head.
"No? I'm not right?" The blood drained from her face. Fear inched up her spine. Her eyes ran over him again. A local legend she'd heard growing up hit her hard. "Oh shit. I know what you are."
A black eyebrow arched. His eyes sparkled as he grinned wider at her. Amusement was evident on his face as he silently watched her. She was glad he was amused. She wasn't.
"You're a Bigfoot. I heard they were furry but you're only hairy with your long hair and your chest. A few of them were supposedly spotted in this area back in the sixties and seventies.
That obviously wasn't you. You are too young. Maybe it was your parents. Are you a Bigfoot?"
His body shifted so he sat down on his ass on the bottom end of the bedding. He showed her his bare feet. He had really large ones. She swallowed.
"Big hands, big feet..." Her eyes darted to his spread thighs. He was still semi-erect there.
"Big everything.Hot damn. You're a Bigfoot. Wow. This is so cool. You really do exist and..."
He laughed and Casey smiled back. She wondered how he'd learned to understand English, but she could guess. He'd lived in the woods all of his life and people were always around. He must have watched and learned to understand them. She studied his features. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was smart--she just knew that about him. He had intelligent eyes. He probably didn't let the world know about him because they would have made his life a circus, between people wanting to gawk at him, the media wanting to exploit him and doctors who would probably die for a chance to get him into a hospital to study him nearly to death.
Astonishment hit Casey, but so did desire. His cock was still rock hard. She knew he'd come, she'd felt him. He recovered way too fast to be human, just another reminder to her how not normal he was. She didn't even want to think about the no-condom thing. Maybe he couldn't carry sexual diseases. She wasn't worried about pregnancy either. She'd worked for a veterinarian for two years before she'd started bartending school to make more money. Different species couldn't breed. She was fully human and he was something else entirely. They were cats and dogs pretty much, she told herself. They might be sexually compatible but they sure couldn't make a litter together.
He broke away from her mouth. She missed his kiss instantly but she changed her mind rapidly as he went for her neck and the skin on the top of her shoulder. Sharp teeth raked her flesh. It was an erotic sensation that drew her desire to a higher level. He could hurt her with those teeth but instead he was gently scraping along her skin.
Her gut instincts assured her she was safe with him. He moved faster on her, deeper, driving her desire up again. She raked her fingernails along his back and shoulders where she could reach while she lifted her legs higher, wrapping them tightly around his waist. Her heels pressed into his firm, muscular ass. Strong muscles there worked, tightening, as he slowly fucked her.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Faster, please. I like it fast."
He growled before he drove into her the way she wanted. Casey moaned, quaking under him. He was a powerhouse of sex. She pushed that thought away to just feel. Sharp teeth nipped her shoulder hard enough to bring her a flash of pain. It shocked her but didn't really hurt. He hadn't pierced her skin. It did excite her body into a climax, pleasure thrummed through her as she cried out. The large man groaned deeply next to her ear. She felt him throb, her muscles milking his cock as he emptied himself deep inside her again.
They both stilled except for their heavy breathing. Casey felt shocked by her responses to him. Minutes passed before he slowly withdrew from her body. She opened her eyes to see regret shining in those strangely beautiful blue eyes. He pushed up away from her upper body. Casey released his hips, unwrapping her legs from around him.
They shook from the workout she'd gotten physically. She was almost afraid of falling asleep as he sat down between her thighs. He sat back on his heels with his eyes locked with hers again. She wondered why he looked regretful. He couldn't be regretting the sex, could he? She hoped not, because they'd done it twice and it had been amazing.
Touching his chest, he pointed to hers. His mouth curved upward. He had a sexy smile.
Casey bit her lip as she eased up carefully, using her hands to brace her weight. She couldn't close her thighs with him sitting between them but she did move back a few inches so there was a little distance between his knees and her exposed pussy. She sat up straighter to stare at him on a more equal level.
"I wish I understood you." She touched her chest. "I'm Casey Santhrom. I live in a house close to here. I own this." She waved her hands at the cave. "I own the land." Her hands dropped as she studied him. He was watching her intently.
"You can understand me, right?"
He nodded slowly with a smile.
She smiled back. "You really can't say words?"
He shook his head. A soft growl came from his parted lips.
"Okay. Can you write to me to tell me your name?"
Amusement lit his eyes. His lips twitched. He shook his head.
Disappointment hit her. She was hoping he could spell words out to her in the loose dirt floor of the cave. They could have communicated that way. Studying his features, she realized he looked human with animal characteristics. A grim thought hit her.
"Shit. Some asshole doctor did this to you, didn't he? Is that what happened to you to make you so different? Was some geneticist experimenting on you? Did you escape some laboratory? God. That shit is illegal. We'll get you help." Her eyes flashed up and down his body.
"We won't let them get away with this. They've obviously been experimenting on you with some forms of animal DNA."
The grin widened as he shook his head.
"No? I'm not right?" The blood drained from her face. Fear inched up her spine. Her eyes ran over him again. A local legend she'd heard growing up hit her hard. "Oh shit. I know what you are."
A black eyebrow arched. His eyes sparkled as he grinned wider at her. Amusement was evident on his face as he silently watched her. She was glad he was amused. She wasn't.
"You're a Bigfoot. I heard they were furry but you're only hairy with your long hair and your chest. A few of them were supposedly spotted in this area back in the sixties and seventies.
That obviously wasn't you. You are too young. Maybe it was your parents. Are you a Bigfoot?"
His body shifted so he sat down on his ass on the bottom end of the bedding. He showed her his bare feet. He had really large ones. She swallowed.
"Big hands, big feet..." Her eyes darted to his spread thighs. He was still semi-erect there.
"Big everything.Hot damn. You're a Bigfoot. Wow. This is so cool. You really do exist and..."
He laughed and Casey smiled back. She wondered how he'd learned to understand English, but she could guess. He'd lived in the woods all of his life and people were always around. He must have watched and learned to understand them. She studied his features. He looked like he was in his mid thirties. He was smart--she just knew that about him. He had intelligent eyes. He probably didn't let the world know about him because they would have made his life a circus, between people wanting to gawk at him, the media wanting to exploit him and doctors who would probably die for a chance to get him into a hospital to study him nearly to death.
