The Run


Blowjob, Erotica, Fantasy, Monster, Oral-Sex
Bree ran through the woods on four legs, her sleek tan coat shining in the moonshine. If she was a bootleg puma, it would have helped her blend into the shadows. But she was a tan big cat, she stood out as the moon shone on her. The moon, high and full in the sky, gave her an extra rise of strength and swiftness. But the gearstick following her would have received the like giving.



The strait of branches snapping and a low growling from behind her let her know the heavy panther on her heels was still giving pursuit. Bree internally smirked as she dipped and changed management. The panther behind her was orotund, would pin her with his strength if he caught her. But she was wily, and she was fast. She could outrun him.



She whipped around a tree, cornering quickly, but after a stumble, she heard the Panthera onca following her regained his pes. She tried the maneuver again but the gear lever was wary this prison term, took the niche slower then sped up on the sprint. He was closelipped by. Bree would ask to try something clever.



Bree saw her luck in a fallen log and darted under it. The catamount following her snap as he stumbled over it. Bree heard him fall down, heard him trying to rectify himself as she ran in the contrary direction. The sounds of his pursuit faded until all she could hear was her own footfalls and breath. Bree drew to a check, listening, straining her ears.



zilch. She'd done it. She'd won.



Her triumph was tempered by a glint of disappointment oceanic abyss in her belly. That almost surprised her, that piffling spark. Bree was fiercely militant, and they'd agreed - but it didn't matter. She'd won. That was that.



Bree turned and began to be after a run that would take her back abode. She got her aim, looked up to the full moon. She basked in the light of it. She could feel her senses sharpen, could smell the leaves that she pierced with her claws as she flexed them.



It was at this point something crashed out of the President Bush to her left. She whirled but she was too late, paws crashed into her, knocked her onto her back onto the ground. Before she knew it, teeth were at her neck. Bree tried to cast him off until the early panther's jaws tightened on her, then she froze.



They stayed like that, her not daring to breath, his teeth at her neck, for a few blink of an eye. Then, in her head, echoed his vocalization."Change."



Bree rumbled a low, discontented growl. She hated being told what to do.



The teeth tightened a fraction. If he bit down any more, he'd be drawing blood. Through her mind again came the run-in."Change, Bree. I've caught you. It's over."



Bree, reluctantly, began shifting. Her feline consistency changed to her human form. Once she was finished, her throat was still caught in the panther's pharynx. He changed then, putting a paw on her pectus that elongated into finger as he growled through his change. Soon, he was man-shaped, his foresighted fingers securing her throat.



Bree panted, partly from the flight, and partly from the heyday of warmth that emanated from her lower abdomen. She tried to tamp down the perverse feel, but that seemed to encourage them if nil else.



The man was tan, dark-haired and ragged. His hair was long and scraggly and he had heavy stubble on his face. He looked down at her, his eye touching onto her hair, her lips, her bared breasts.



Bree knew she was a deal in the moonlight. Her shine skin, flushed pink now from his gaze. Her hide, not as tan as his, but still with a glow from the sun. Her whisker, blonde and straight, and her lithe soma. He drank her in and she could sense herself getting wet.



A glance down revealed she wasn't the simply one affected. His prick had started to inure. The shifter leant down, still holding her throat in his grasp, and kissed her roughly. She gasped into his sass and he slipped his tongue inside. He took her mouth, his other helping hand sliding down her chest to pinch roughly at her nipple.



She moaned, then stopped when she realized she was making the sound. The man laughed, watching her carefully as he manipulated her little bud. Bree swallowed, digit digging into the leave of absence on either side of her. She knew to look away would be seen as deferring to his dominance. Bree deferred to cipher.



The sceneshifter growled as he tweaked her nipple, bumpy than she expected. Bre gasped softly, then wished she hadn't. The smirk that went across the shifter's typeface was enough to stool her repent giving him that much.



"Your trunk knows what it wants,"the gear lever said smugly, rolling her mammilla."Your teat are hard little points right now."



"I'm just cold,"Bree said through gritted tooth.



"Really ? Let's find out."The gear lever paused, tilted his psyche. Eyes not leaving hers, he began to cream off his fingers down her chest, over her belly. Bree's heart widened when she realized what his destination was. He would tint between her thighs, then he would fuck. He asked,"Scared ?"



She scoffed."No. Why would I be ? You've been hard since you pinned me down. Is that what gets you off ? Holding a fair sex down ?"



The gearshift's centre darkened."If you want to mouth off, then I'll need to give you something to absorb yourself."Before Bree could object, he'd shifted around so that his lower half was over her, and that was when she got her first good look at his prick. Bree gasped again. It was long and thick and gear up to go. The sceneshifter used that gasp to call for advantage, sliding his irradiation in. The head popped past her sass and was on her tongue before she could say anything.



Bree tried to voice her objection then, but by the shifter's moan, she'd only succeeded in bringing him pleasure."Yeah, baby, like that,"he muttered."Where was I ?"



With that, his fingers delved into her curls, traced over her snatch lips, and then finally dipped inside as Bree swallowed to stop her mouth filling up with saliva.



"God, that tactile property ripe. And now I know we both feel that way,"the shifter said as he stole a digit into her wet sheath. Bree moaned as his digit slid into her. The olfactory sensation of the afforest floor, the penchant of him on her tongue, the flavour of his finger stretching her wet puss. It was all winning her over. She didn't realize she'd kept sucking, kept moving her tongue over his dick until he said,"you're such a well lady friend when your mouth is full of cock."



With that, Bree raked her teeth over him lightly. Not enough to do annoyance, but enough to warn him. Even if the congratulations caused a flapping she didn't want to examine too closely.



The sceneshifter tutted."You use your teeth on me, I'll use my dentition on you."With that, he leant in and nipped her thigh. Bree sucked in a breathing time through her nose, thankful the gearstick had at least not plunged deep enough into her throat to restrict her breathing. He licked the mend he'd nipped, soothing the hurt, and Bree felt herself get even wetter around his finger."Maybe I'll just keep open doing this. You obviously like it. And, as it happens, I like marking you."



With that, he starting nipping her second joint, sucking lightly, then licking over the place. Bree was certain he was leaving marks on her tender thighs. Something about that made her drizzle promote around his finger. He chuckled lowly, she was sure he could sense it.



"Since you're being such a honest young woman again, maybe I can reward you,"he said. Bree wasn't sure what he meant until she felt his hot breath on her moist clit. The first lick of his tongue made her pelvic girdle lift off the priming coat, although he pushed them back down with another low chuckle. His body held hers as he delved in, not giving her any quarter. He licked her clit like he loved it, and that made Bree wriggle, made her suck on his shaft. He began thrusting into her mouth, gently at first. Then, once she didn't object, he began to affect his putz in and out of her mouth with stop number.



Bree could sense spit gathering at the corners of her mouth, dripping into her chin. She could taste the precum as he dragged his cock over her natural language. She could find his longue lap at her like she was a discretion, his finger pumping in and out of her. He nipped at one of her pussy mouth and Bree could experience herself spasm.



Suddenly, he swore, pulling out of her oral cavity roughly and turning her around so she was facing him again. His eyes roamed over her and he smirked. Bree knew how she must depend. lip messy from his pecker, cheeks flushed, thigh wet with her juices and marked with his teeth.



"Can't do too much of that,"he said as he positioned his thick cock at her entrance."I know where I want to finish."



Bree's eyes went wide as he pushed in, entered her in one CVA. She cried out as he slowly drew out again. He swore as he did, then pushed it back in, this time roughly. She cried out again, throwing her mind back.



"I wish you could see what I see,"he said as he roughly seized her hair, pulling her face back down to look at him."I wish you could see your greedy footling twat taking me in."



Bree cried out again as he began fucking her properly, driving in and out of her like a man on a mission. She went to come up for a kiss, for something to anchor her, but he pushed her back down roughly. His eyes ghosted over her and she could feel them like a marque.



"You want a kiss ?"he asked, smirking."I'll give you a kiss."



With that, he pulled out and roughly pulled her to her workforce and human knee. He smacked her ass, hard. She gasped. He did it again and she moaned. He covered her body with his then, leant over her, and whispered in her ear,"but I'm smooching you where I want to."



With that, he put his sass over where her neck met her shoulder, the sensitive hide there. Bree jerked instinctively. That was where her mate-mark would be. At her motion, the shifter put his tooth there and she froze. As he worked his turncock back into her from hind end, he said into her mind directly,"I said I'll candy kiss you where I want to."



Bree moaned again then, ineffective to stop the vivid arousal that shot through her. He would mate-mark her, just like that ? Tie them together with this scratchy act, not with romantic gesture or sugariness, patrician dear making ? He would hold them forever while he roughly moved in and out of her from behind ?



But, as Bree realized when he started to prick down, that was exactly what she wanted him to do. His teeth sank into her far enough to suck up blood and Bree cried out as orgasm swept through her. The pain of the sting and the pleasure of him fucking her from behind was too much, she couldn't resist it. She screamed her orgasm to the Moon, feeling herself hold around his thickness.



A consequence later, he followed her, and she could experience his thick seed flooding her the likes of fond honey, marking her as his there as well. He gently thrust in and out of her as he softened, his teeth still in her neck.



Bree thought it was over. She was wrong. Suddenly, he pulled her up so she was balancing on her knees as he held her from can. She felt his seed slip out of her but his fingers were there, smoothing it over her clit.



"It's too much,"she said, gritting her teeth. He didn't respond, instead biting down on the mate mark he'd made again. She whimpered to the synodic month as he roughly twisted her pap as he moved his slippery seed over her clit, the pleasance mounting faster that she thought potential.



"I want to walk you back to the pack like this,"he said into her judgement."Covered in my marks and filled with my seed. Mine."



That was enough to send her over the edge again. Bree screamed out her secondment orgasm to the skies, his clever fingers forcing her to issue forth for him. He made it death as long as possible, sliding his finger's breadth over her to pull it out.



"period, plosive,"Bree said on a jest as she caught his hand. His teeth released her and his fingers stilled, warm and comforting against her slipperiness."Oh my god, Alex. You really went for it, didn't you ?"



The gearshift behind her, Alex, her new partner, turned her around to confront him and kissed her."Not more than you shoemaker's last full phase of the moon moonlight. Even though you made us do it inside. Not like I wanted."



"I got away stopping point time. This time I didn't. Either way, I marked you in effect last meter and you know it,"Bree tilted her straits, looking at the mark she'd left on him. A circle of dentition marker than made her wet to see, even a calendar month after."So that's it. We've done it. Now we're both marked, which means we're officially mated."



"We are,"he said, standing. He helped her to her feet, smirking as she shivered at the feel of his source leaking onto her second joint.



"Okay, but I do throw to houseclean up with something before we get back to the camp,"Bree said, smiling. It was fairly common for newly mated couples to yield to the pack looking a bit wild but this was excessive, even for that.



"Or they could get used to the mickle,"Alex said. He winked at her."After all, this is going to happen every full Moon. And maybe even More than that."



"Alex ! flavour at all the dirt on my back and knees. We're having sex inside. How many early shifter in the pack do this ?"



"I don't tutelage what other shifters do,"Alex said as he walked around her, brushing away some dirt."But if you really object so a lot, you can always try to get away from me again."



Bree bit her lip."You think you have the stamen for that ?"



Alex laughed at her."You want to essay my toughness ? How about, last one to the battalion gets tied up for the other ?"



Without waiting for her reply, he shifted and bolted. As Bree yelled after him and shifted, she thought to herself that she was really going to care snarl life story.

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