Beware! Herein is contained the Den of the Lascivious Leopard

[Annisthyrienne]

*We returned to his furs after drying each other with thick towels. Curling up on my side, I invited him to move in close behind me. The difference in our sizes naturally put him in a perfect position for what I had in mind. Reaching back behind me, I found his furry sheath, the shaft within already stiffening again with our proximity. Arching my back slightly to tilt my pelvis back, I brought the opening of his sheath to my own warm, wet entrance, positioned in the cleft between my buttocks and upper thighs.

His instinct was to push and enter me in one motion, but my hand on his hips cautioned him to stillness. Slowly, by degrees, I felt his cock emerge from his sheath, moving directly into my hot clutching tunnel, as if trading one sheath for another. He literally grew within me until we were coupled yet again. Only then did I release him to his impulse to thrust and fuck into me.

Holding him back like that only seemed to spur him to increased frenzy when at last he was free to do so, and I got a strong vigorous fuck, held in his strong arms like his possession. In his exuberance, I sustained several bites and nips to my neck and ears from behind and his claws scraped and scratched my breasts and belly where he clutched at me, filling me with his eager thrusts.

When at last his ardor subsided, we drifted off to sleep, satiated and fulfilled, but still coupled together. Periodically throughout the night, he would awaken me with his thrusts, sometimes hard and fast, sometimes slow and sensual. Whether he was awake for each of these occasions, I could not say. Perhaps he took me in his dreams a time or two. Yet never did I deny him his claim to me.

It felt so good! I lost track of how many times he filled me with his seed, and of how many times I reached my own pinnacle of pleasure. There as something to be enjoyed with each new occasion he fucked me, the hard and fast ones as much as the slow sensual ones.

Near dawn, when at last his urges had been sated, I awoke, lying still, taking stock of myself and our position. We were still spooning, but his erection had receded back into his sheath, leaving me empty. I could hear him still soundly sleeping, snoring softly. Careful not to awaken him, I disentangled myself from his embrace, padded naked to the bathroom and relieved myself. Copious amounts of his semen poured from me steadily for several minutes, testifying to the busy night we had just passed. I wasn't worried about becoming pregnant since we were different species. But there was something supremely erotic about his overwhelming instinct to use me and breed me like his mate.

Returning to the furs, I was struck with an overwhelming curiosity, an urge so naughty, yet so compelling, that I just had to try it. Climbing in beside him once again, this time facing him in a 69 position, I carefully lifted his leg to allow my head to rest on the inner thigh of his other leg. Curious, I sniffed him, taking in the scent of his maleness. His furred sheath was so close, and tentatively, I stretched my tongue tip out to touch the opening.

Squirming my hand in between his legs, I found his shaft within the sheath and guided the opening to my lips, pushing my tongue within, seeking the tip of his cock. Letting go of his leg, I allowed it to rest on my head, entrapping me. He began to respond to the ministrations of my tongue, and his length began to emerge form his sheath, slipping easily between my lips, into my warm, wet, waiting mouth. I pushed forward onto him eagerly, my movement pressing his sheath back along his shaft as it entered and filled my mouth.

Soon the tip of his cock was poking the back of my mouth, and I worried that he would instinctively thrust at any moment and choke me. I tried to back away, but the weight of his legs trapped my head, holding it in place. There was nothing I could do but accept my predicament, and try my best to take it.

Fortunately, he was not as thick as a human might have been. Longer, and definitely stiffer, but not as thick. It was lucky for me that he wasn't. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my throat as his cockhead poked the back of my gullet. I remembered the key to deep throating that I had heard one time was to relax, and when the time was right, swallow. I focused all my control on relaxing my throat, opening for him. The tip of his cock was just poised at the entrance of my throat.

The secret, I had learned, was to swallow him as if he were a bite of food I had swallowed whole. If I swallowed his cock head in one smooth motion, it could pass on down and my throat would expand around him. If I let him remain right at the entrance and didn't swallow him down, it would only irritate my gag reflex, and I would choke. I closed my eyes, preparing myself, digging my feet into the furs to give myself leverage to push down onto him.

When his erection had grown to the point I could no longer back off of him, and could not keep him from my throat any longer, I pushed forward suddenly, working my throat muscles to swallow him as fast as I could. Still, it took a couple tries, bringing tears to my eyes with the pain. During this effort, I've been told that for the guy it feels like another smaller mouth inside of me is nibbling at the tip of him, as my throat muscles constrict around him, trying to move him down.

I had no idea at this point if Som was still sleeping or had awoken. His cock was simply responding to the stimulus of being encased in a hot, tight, wet passage. I dearly hoped he would have enough control not to thrust too hard or fast as was his usual desire. I let my hand slip back along his sheath to his scrotum, caressing and playing with his balls, hoping to encourage him to spill his seed so that his erection could go down again.

Just remember to breath, I kept telling myself. And don't panic!

 

[sombrablanca]

*I am more than happy to relax in the pool a bit, then dry off once again. We manage to get through it without fucking again. Once in the bedroom it is different however. She is in front of me, her ass pressed to me against my lower stomach, upper thighs. This lets my hands wander her side, hip, stomach with ease.* I was right. I do like this with you.

*The thought of the night has me hardening before her first touch. When I'm pressed against her, of course I want to move. I wait, seeing what she does when she stills me. Her gentle manipulation forces my member inside of her so very slowly. Her hand at my hip, holding me close keps me from moving back and thrusting forward. I can't even grind much. I'm already skin to skin with her, all along our bodies*

*She responds so very well to being fucked. I love how every time she moans, screams, crying out for me in her releases. She is very responsive, which I demand in a mate. I love knowing what pleases her, what teases, what gives pain and pleasure. I wake throughout the night, finding myself hard within her. The first time I am close. Our chosen position to sleep, and the little movement and shifting that always occur have chivvied my arousal along. A little here, a little there. Like a slowcooked meal on low heat my need has been rising. I slam forward, then back. It is only a few thrusts before I spill within her, then drift into sweet dreams once again, clutching her.*

*The second time is intentional. I awaken, not sure why. All is quiet, well. No wards chime. She lies there beside me, sleeping easily, deeply. I pad out to the main room, careful to not disturb her rest. I continue til I'm looking out over the gorge, taking in the moon and stars, the creatures of the night. Seeing nothing odd, I shrug, returning to the furs. Thyri is in moreorless the same position but has the bearskin pulled half over her. For some reason this excites me greatly. I must claim her again. She wakes when she screams in orgasm around me. This triggers my release. We sleep then, her womb full of my seed, her tunnel clamping and stroking my still mostly hard, though temporarily drained protuberance.*

*I dream. In the dream I am fucking, mating as I often am. I feel a tight, wet sheath milking me, which is normal, but theres a pixie in my dream, stroking and kneading my cock, unharmed by the constant pressure. Then she is taking my head into her mouth, sucking so very tightly, much as when I entered Thyri's womb. It brings me quickly to the edge of ormasm, and wakefulness. My hips buck, driving me deeper. it's the lack of hips that finally wake me. I try to grab them, drive even deeper, but they aren't where they should be.*

*My eyes open, still half asleep, looking down to see why things aren't as they should be. If I'm pounding Her, why can't I grab her hips? The need to cum, and sleepiness make connecting this hard, til I see Thyri's head trapped between my thighs. Then three things hit me. She is deepthroating my cock. Its exquisite. Her head cannot move. All she can do is suck, swallow, and pray I cum before I choke her to death. The third is... I'm there! My hand snakes between my thighs, tangling in her hair, grinding her even harder onto my cock. There is no thought, only the warm, thick gushing of my seed into her throat, and the warm, thick gush of pleasure that sends my seed on it's way*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

* He thrusts suddenly, deeply, nearly making me gag, but his member is already too far down, too deep. For a moment it cuts off my breath, but then he pulls back and I take in air. It goes on like this, thrust after thrust.

Then suddenly his hand on the back of my head, forcing me down on him, and I know it's time. My last breath, then hold on and wait. It isn't necessary to swallow, his cum already shoots straight down my throat into my stomach. I hold that last breath, waiting, too long it seems. I'm beginning to panic, trying to push my head back against his hand, move out from between his legs. I need air!

In desperation I push at him with my hands on his hips, fingers clawing, scratching. He is lost in his breeding frenzy and my struggling is just more exciting to him. I reach further back, finding his scrotum, and squeeze it. He gets the message and bucks away from me, his cock exiting my throat quickly, a long string of spittle stretching from my open gasping mouth to his still spewing cock. His last spurt hits my cheek, running down my face.

I roll away from him, coughing and gasping for breath, huddled on my side. I know he didn't mean to be rough. He was excited, and I made him that way. I feel his touch on my shoulder, checking to see if I'm alright. Turning my tear streaked, cum splattered face to him, I offer a small reassuring smile, letting him know I'm okay. My hand reaches up to cover his on my shoulder. I can't speak right away, but the gesture says enough.

When I catch my breath, I stand, taking his hand in mine, leading him to the pool. Urging him to sit on the edge, I get in, kneeling down in the warm water. Cupping my hands, I bring water up to pour over his sheath, then run my hands along it, caressing and cleaning him. Rinsing my face in the same manner, I pull him down into the pool with me afterwards, lying back to rest against the sides, in his arms, content and relaxing.

 

[sombrablanca]

*I'm still not totally awake. My head is muzzy, fogged with pleasure and sleep. I do not realise her distress at first. All I know is pleasure. My seed sprays into her throat, my balls spasming again and again.* nnnnghh Thyyyrrriii

*The sound is a long, low chuff of supreme pleasure. Then I feel her warning squeeze. It hurts. A little at first, getting me excited. Then it hurts. It gets me to notice she is having issues. The feeling of her throat popping round my throat as I move quickly back sends two shots onto her face. My cock throbs, rubbing against her face even as i try to figure what is wrong.*

*I realize I was too deep, so lean over, checking, making worried little sounds. I'd hate to think I seriously hurt her. But she is okay. I help her up, and smile as she leads me to the pool, washing us. Of course I help. I feel a bit sheepish. I don't know what to say. She got me so excited, and I can't regret it. It felt too damn good.*

*So I'm out with it.* From your reaction you seemed to like it but way overwhelmed, and I loved it, but I feel bad...How bout I make you breakfast? Got a few things... Simple but delicious. *Said after a while of quiet soaking, cuddling, the fresh clean scent of her surrounding me.* You can relax while I cook.

*I grin at the response. The little shooing motion is cute.* Yes Maam.... *I get up, shaking as I step out to free myself of most of the water. First thing I do is fire up the oldschool stove, loading it with a bit of maple chip kindling and a few other pieces. I lay the cast iron skillets on the heating surfaces, then putter around the kitchen area thinking a few moments.*

*I love to cook for others, so think a moment about the supplies and tools I have. I nod my head, deciding.First is a trip to the larder, enchanted to basically be a walk in refrigerator/freezer. I select a few eggs, a jar of milk, blueberries, a green bell pepper and a couple venison steaks before walking to the dry storage area. I grab flour, sugar, cinnamon, backing powder, soda, a bit of vanilla root, a clove of garlic,and a white vidalia onion.*

*Then its the other supplies. Bowls, knife, towel, sauce pan, cutting board. Mixing the milk, eggs, flour, baking soda, poweder, sugar and cinnamon I make a pancake batter and set it aside. Next onions and bell peppers are sliced, clove minced, and carmelized.Ther steaks are lightly seasoned and slapped into the carmelizing veggies. Pancakes are put on and flipped, steaks checked while I dump blueberries, sugar, a little cinnamon, and the vanilla root into the sauce pan to simmer down into a nice sauce. The eggs are fresh, traded by a man who stayed the night. The maple syrup is very nice as well. I put it all together, pulling the steaks at medium rare, the pancakes light and fluffy, the blueberries/sauce not too sweet. Once Ive started plating, I call her to come enjoy, knowing she'll need to dry off.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

From your reaction you seemed to like it but way overwhelmed, and I loved it, but I feel bad...How bout I make you breakfast? Got a few things... Simple but delicious.

"Let's just say I was curious and found myself 'in over my head'. Or maybe I should say that you were." I lean back against his chest, trailing my fingers through his fur idly, relaxing in the warm waters.

"Breakfast does sound good. I'd like that."

I move to let him out from under me, then turn and rest my arms on the edge of the pool, watching him go about his preparations. Soon my appetite makes itself known as my stomach begins to growl. I climb out of the pool, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself like a sarong when he tells me it's ready.

"It smells delicious, Som. Thank you." I hug him as I sit at the place he's prepared for me. And then there is no time for talking as I realize just how hungry I am, and do my best to devastate the delightful repast.

 

[sombrablanca]

I watch her devour the food between bites of my own. I pass her more when she asks for it, quickly demolishes a good quantity myself. Repeated breedings requires a lot of energy from a guy. As we eat I talk.* Honestly I haven't seen too many weird things til you get near the chaos front. That is where it gets weirdest. I've never gotten a bad vibe from the Ridge. It is weird, it is wild. After all, half of it was at one point total chaos.

Except for those who go searching for adventure there not withstanding there aren't too many reported accidents. Weird things aplenty, and well, somethings do survive out some distance. Wariness is good, but there does appear to be significantly more of the mischevious sort than the straight up dangerous, lethal sort

*The tales he has heard, dangers he's seen are told as they wash up. He has her try on the trail gear it is close, but too loose. He starts going to town with pins, needles, and thread, careful not to poke her. In the end she has a pair of thick moccasins, some leggings, skirt, vest,and a jacket and hat for the cold times and rough weather.*

 

[sombrablanca]

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I listen to his description of the ridge as we eat. There is wisdom in being prepared for what I may find. Forewarned is fore armed.

I'm hoping that the energy of the area will amplify my healing powers and the forest's natural magic. So many of the Lit denizens have their own kind of magic they draw on, whether from another dimension, shifter magic, dragon magic, or whatever the source. I just need one that suits me. We elves have affinity to the enchantments of nature, and the heart of the forest should be where I'll find what I seek. And mischief, I can deal with.

*He surprises me with the clothing. It is basic, but well made, and far more than I hoped for. It will serve me well in my journey. He takes great care and patience in fitting them to my body, no easy feat when sewing leather. As I look down on him working so carefully, I am overwhelmed with the concern and kindness he has shown me. It is with moist eyes that I hug him in gratitude when his alterations are finished.

I don't know how I can thank you, Som. If and when I find my own place in the world, know that you will be welcome there, always.

 

[sombrablanca]

It is my pleasure lil lady. You are a great, intelligent, strong woman. You amuse me, entertain me, pleasure me immensely and seem to be a good person to have as a friend. I have the skill and material, you're in need so...It is my pleasure.

*I dust my hands, looking them over. I am well pleased, and wipe just below her eyes.* Now you can go out and about in style. Use the other, less purty gear in the bad stuff eh? It'll protect you. This. hrm.... Well, I realize its more eye candy than trail gear. *I grin* Can't help it. Looks so good on ya, but safety too.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I blush as he doles out the praise and compliments as readily as he provided the food that fills my belly now. I am outfitted, well fed, well satisfied, and ready to travel again, armed with the information he has given me about the forest. In answer to his generosity, I throw my arms around him in a tight hug.

Thank you so much, Som. I can't believe how good they look on me! I won't forget this. And I'll remember about the other stuff for the messier places. Don't worry, I'll be all right.

*One last long embrace and I turn to make my way down the mountain, into the depth of the forest. I have other friends who live in the forests, perhaps I will visit them on my way. But the lure of the forest heart pulls me, sings to my Elvish blood from far away and draws me onward restlessly.*

 

[sombrablanca]

*I watch her go, swatting her on the ass, wondering who else I may see as I put on a cup o tea*

 

[sombrablanca]

*Som stretches, coming home as the sun fades from the sky, watching as the colors change then go dark, to be replaced by the stars. Only then does he step into his den, planning to eat, and relax.*

 

[sombrablanca]

Som slips in from the night, weary from a long day working, exhausted, getting in too late to see the sunset. He sees no messages or guests so decides to crash for the night. He barely makes food and cleans up, soaking in the pool a few min before going to his furs. He's tired enough that despite the lack of someone to sleep with, he is very soon sleeping deeply.

 

[sombrablanca]

Som is restless, unable to relax. He finds himself on edge, and not sure why. So he gathers some gear, heading out into the deeper, wilder parts of Chaos Ridge. He is fully armed, literally to the teeth. He is thinking maybe he needs a good fight.