She sucked harder, her tongue lashing at it, feeling the ripples of impending release that throbbed beneath her tongue a second before he pulled free.
“No.” She tried to follow him, to draw him back, only to have him sit down hard on the bed and pull her quickly over his thighs.
There was no time to cry out before his hand landed on her upraised ass. She could only twist in his grip, desperate to get closer, feeling her clit swell and throb with each swat to her delicate flesh. Fire bloomed along the cheeks of her ass, sizzled across nerve endings and sent darts of pleasure so extreme she could barely stand it, straight to her pussy. She was so wet the juices were dampening the insides of her thighs, her cunt dripping in hungry demand before he lifted her and tossed her to the bed.
“Raise your ass…higher.” He moved behind her as she struggled to her knees, her bound hands making it difficult to get in the proper position.
A second later the rope was sliding free of her hands before he gripped her hips, pulled them into position and tucked the head of his cock at the entrance to her weeping cunt. The first blast of pre-come had a strangled scream erupting from her throat as she tried to back closer, to force him inside her. He waited a second, pressed closer and another jetting eruption of the fluid filled her pussy.
“Now, baby, this is how bad girls get fucked… Hard and deep…” He pushed inside in one heavy thrust that sent the thick flesh pushing past tight, well-lubricated muscles and burying him to the hilt in soft willing flesh.
She screamed then. An inarticulate sound of pleasure and pain and a need for more that threatened to shatter her mind. It was so good. So damned good it was going to kill her.
“Do you like that, Amanda?” He pulled free only to surge inside her again, sending her senses spinning, her body burning as her back arched and she lunged into the thrust.
“Oh, you do like that.” His hand landed heavily on her upraised ass. “Only bad girls like that, Amanda. You said you were a good girl.”
“I’m bad,” she cried desperately. “Oh God, Kiowa, I’m such a bad girl. Do it again. Please do it again.”
She was not above begging when the situation warranted it. And right now, oh baby, was it warranted. He paddled her rear again as he began to drive into her, fast hard strokes that kept her just a breath from climax, as his free hand held her hips in place and kept her from following him, from increasing the force of the thrust.
“Tell me to bite you, Amanda,” he suddenly groaned, and she knew he was close to the end of his own control. “God please, baby, let me bite you.”
“Bite me!” She was screaming the words as she felt his thrusts increase, felt his cock ramming into her, sliding heatedly through his own pre-come and the thick cream that coated her. Her orgasm was getting closer. So close. Just another breath, another thrust. He came over her, as he pulled her hair out of the way, a growl, animalistic and rough sounding at her ear a second before his teeth bit into her shoulder, his tongue rasping the wound and sending her over the edge.
She lost reality. Hell, reality nothing, she lost her mind as the pleasure-pain of the bite and his hard driving thrusts pushed her over the edge and she exploded into a cataclysm of bursting lights and sensation. Every nerve ending detonated in pleasure. Every cell swelled in rapture until the release poured from her, only to be stopped by the fist-hard swelling that locked her mate deep inside her cunt as his seed began to pulse from his cock to fill her hungry womb.
Each hard spurt of semen triggered another smaller explosion in her pussy. Each hard throb of the knot locked inside her had her screaming in pleasure until she could do nothing but lay beneath him, shuddering convulsively, the ecstasy never-ending as he moaned his own pleasure at her neck. Finally, hours, days later. But it could have just been minutes. She moaned weakly as she felt the swelling decrease and his cock slide regretfully from the hot grip she had on it. He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, surrounding her with his warmth as exhaustion began to slip over her.
“I love you, Kiowa,” she whispered against his damp chest as she felt sleep steal over her. “Forever.”
He kissed her brow gently. “Soul deep, Amanda. I love you. Soul deep.”
Epilogue
The wedding of Amanda Marion, daughter to President Vernon Marion and Coyote Breed Kiowa Bear was performed at the Feline Breed compound in Virginia late Saturday afternoon with over 1000 guests in attendance.
The Feline Breed compound, now named Sanctuary, opened its doors for the first time for more than just the wounded and weary Breeds rescued from various Labs around the world. Dignitaries, politicians and royalty alike attended the event, which this reporter was privileged to see as well. The bride wore a traditional, long white gown and veil, as the groom, dressed entirely in black, watched her approach with nothing less than adoration. It has been this reporter’s pleasure to attend each ceremony so far performed among the Breeds. The wedding of Callan Lyons and Merinus. Taber Reynolds and his wife Roni, Kane Tyler and his wife, Sherra and now, Kiowa Bear and his petite wife, Amanda.
For the time being, the happy couple will return to her Pennsylvania home where Mrs. Bear will continue teaching and Mr. Bear will set up his computer analysis and programming business within their home. President Marion was all smiles during and after the ceremony, where he toasted the happy couple and then kissed his daughter fondly before she entered the helicopter that would whisk her and her new husband to an undisclosed honeymoon location.
With the passing of Breed Law, and new Breeds arriving daily within the compound, the blood supremacists are becoming even more outspoken in regards to this new species of human. Thurman Truman, president of the Society of Untainted Genetics, announced yesterday that he will further his
efforts to find the proof necessary to convince the world that the Breeds are indeed an inferior species and because of their animal genetics should be classed as subhuman, rather than being given the classification of Human, as the Senate decided weeks before. The radical groups are becoming more vocal, and in many ways, alienating the very people they are trying to convince to join their ranks as their hysteria-induced speeches rage along the airwaves. The Feline Breed compound, Sanctuary, is now doubling its security and with the additional land the government has added to it, making plans to be assured of their own protection even as many law enforcement groups around the nation are making efforts to use the special abilities of the Breeds within their own ranks.
A special taskforce of Breed and military personnel is now being formed under a special section of the Law Enforcement Act of 2020, which gives police, DEA and the FBI special license to use extreme measures in preserving the defense and safety of the nation. This special taskforce will be tested against the most difficult assignments facing these agencies.
President Marion’s goal is to see that the Breeds are, within his four year term, given every access to the same freedoms and rights the citizens of this great country have enjoyed for centuries, while the blood supremacists are working to undermine the very foundations now being put in place. Research into the history of our great land shows the price and the horrors of prejudice. For as long as time has been measured and history recorded, such mistakes have been shown to cost society and its people an exacting price in following such principles. We built this land and preserved our democracy against all threats, great and small, and against all prejudices that have come our way. We have, at points in time, made a mockery of human kindness and at other times, have shown a mercy as enduring as life itself.
This reporter, in watching the historic events of this new species of human unfold, can only wonder at the choices we will now make, in a time when historians and psychologists alike state that civilization is at its peak of human awareness. Will we accept, or will we once again sink into the mistakes of the past?
Only time can tell…
