Erotica Anthology #12

#70

Slow Thaw 1

Phoenix Borozi — or Phi for short — is a twenty-eight year old female borzoi dog. She had been working as a metalsmith as long as she could remember, her love for working introduced by her father when she was young. Working as a smith allowed her to develop some muscles, making her physically stronger than most animals. She has always been independent and tough, and she has the entire town to back her up on that claim.

Phi had a younger sister named Skylark. When they were young, they discovered that Skylark had the gift of elemental abilities. One was powerful in strength, and the other one was talented in magic. These attracted the attention of their nation’s Council Masters, who eventually decided to take them in as pupils. The two sisters were then trained into becoming lethal warriors, to help protect the nation.

Phoenix is skilled in the art of archery. The girl has never missed a shot ever since she picked up a set of bow and arrow the first time. Overtime, she even forged her own weapons by hand, using metal as arrows. Aside from mastering long range attack, she’s also very graceful in her close range combat.

It took ten years for the sisters to complete their entire training. After that, the two decided to travel through cities and villages to offer their aid, extending their lifetime mission in protecting civilians and hunting down criminals.

They spent some time traveling together, until the day that her sister Skylark was killed during one of their heated battle. It was the most traumatic event that she had ever went through. Phi blamed herself for what had happened, and she still carries the guilt until this very day.

Phoenix doesn’t express her true motion often, mostly keeping it in check. Her Masters said that having a calm composure could help a great deal, especially when engaged in battle. But when she found the criminals who had killed her sister, all hell broke lose. She lost herself in battle for once.

By the end of the day, an entire syndicate of criminals was brought down by one very angry borzoi. But who was Phi to be. . . without her Sky?

— Kai is the Collector. He is a warrior and the general of an army, which he led alongside his brother-in-arms, Oogway. But it had been years since the last he had seen his old friend. Now, he seeks to rule China. And in order to do that, he must kill all masters and warriors through the lands that can pose a threat to his goal.

Killing has been easy to Kai. He has no problems in morality whatsoever. Encountering some powerful enemies has become a daily occurrence, but he has never met anyone that he can’t defeat so far.

One day during his warpath, Kai encounters some pretty interesting enemies. The two are female warriors, born as a breed he has never seen before. They must have been related, Kai concludes right of the bat.

The battle lasts longer than usual. The two sisters pose quite a formidable duo when paired together. Their skills are nothing that he can’t overcome, of course, but there’s a reason why he doesn’t get it over and down with so quickly. Kai is. . . intrigued.

Though the younger one is strong in the elements, it is not her that Kai finds fascinating. The older one, who he eventually learns called Phoenix, has a certain hard cold beauty that pique his interest.

Sure, she has this certain exotic physical attributes that goes along with it; with her hood that almost covers her entire face, which reveals nothing but her calm composure, amber eyes cold and calculating. She stands proud in a steady stance, body wrapped in some light armor that covers her modesty.

But that is not all. Phoenix is strong, in both mind and body. She’s not like any other woman who is easily frightened. When one would stand in fear when facing someone like him, the female would simply face him head on with a determined look on her face. She’s rare. Different.

Her presence strikes something hard in his core that he never thought he’ll ever feel. Kai has always been power hungry. He is not easily swoon by females before. But seeing her makes him want to go all out of his way to claim her as his. To dominate and own her. She’s powerful in her own way, and Kai enjoys power. Maybe that’s what makes him want to take her.

That is why they keep engaging in battles time after time again. Kai always make sure that he leaves an impression on the older sibling. He knows that they are not able to match up to him in their current skills. So he always let them get away, using just enough portion of his power to push them back, over and over.

— PhoenixShe arrives in a small village of rabbit farmers. Harvest season is coming, and the rabbits ask her to help guard the place while they work. This time of the week is quite fragile for the farmers. Surely there will be thieves lurking in the corners, waiting for a chance to strike at any time. Being the righteous warrior that she is, of course Phoenix can’t refuse their request. That doesn’t mean that she’s going to change her demeanor, just because the rabbits are nervous by hard looks.

Her sister’s death is still a sore spot in her heart. There has never been a day that she doesn’t think of Skylark. Phoenix has always thought that the girl still has a lot she can achieve. They are both aware that the line of work they did was dangerous, but the thought of Skylark getting killed has never crossed her mind. Her younger sister is too powerful compared to most of their enemies. It had just been that one moment of weakness that had slipped, and then everything turned dark.

With her around, the bandits make sure to stay away. It seems that her reputation has preceded her, or maybe they are just not taking any chance with her. By dawn, Phoenix comes down to the barn to check on the supplies, wanting to make sure that none of it are stolen. However, before she can reach her destination, she finds one of her enemies already standing by, waiting for her arrival.

“Kai,” she spits his name with venom, hands arching to grab the weapons at her sheath. Phoenix takes her bow and arrow, aims and shoots.

The arrow spins toward Kai fast, but the male bull stops it with his bare hands, just before the pointy edge can mar his face.

“I like the sound of my name in your lips,” he smirks rather smugly like usual, “I can’t wait to hear you screaming it out too.” There’s a certain strange hint in this tone whenever he speaks to her. Phoenix never thought much of it though, and goes strike to raining down some arrows at him. She’s not in the mood to hear him talk.

“Woah, easy there,” he says, catching the next few dozens of incoming arrows. The female is too good with her skills. He can never survive by just merely attempting to dodge — he had tried and experienced the pain for making that mistake. So he is left with no any other choice but to catch the arrows with his bare hands, making them stop just before the arrows make contact with his skin. “If I don’t know any better, I’d say you’re mad at me.”

“I don’t know you enough to bear such emotion. I’m just simply not in the mood to fight.” How many times has he pop out of nowhere to face her? Why can’t he just leave her alone? Times like this makes her think of her sister, and the thoughts chip on her every time.

Phoenix tries to retreat when she’s close to running out of arrows. It is never wise to attack so frugalessly. When she jumps back to reload, Kai disappears from sight. She panickedly looks around, until she hears his smooth silky voice vibrating behind her.

“Where are you going, female?”

She quickly turns around, bow ready to counter him. But Kai is faster. In seconds flat, he hits her right at the back of her neck, over her pressure points, rendering her to the land of unconsciousness. Still, even with luck running out, Phoenix struggles from allowing sleep to claim her. She makes sure to send him one last nasty glare, her amber eyes flaring with all kinds of emotions — anger, annoyance, defeat, defiance — before finally succumbing.

Kai catches her fallen form in his large arms. She might be strong for a female, but her size is still much smaller compared to his. He can’t help but to admire her sleeping form as he settles her into his arms. How can a creature so small and delicate like her be this strong and determined?

Though she’ll probably try to kick him in the balls for using the word ‘delicate’ on her. The thought of it sends a hard vibration of laughter to his taut chest.

It’s strange to finally have someone else inside his room. No one but him knows this place, and he never brings guests either. But looking at her lying down on his bed, surrounded by the dry stone walls, makes him want to make this their nesting place.

The female dog stirs before she opens her eyes. She appears confused at first, before she quickly takes in her surrounding and settles her gaze on him.

Her hands immediately goes for her weapon, only to find that they are not with her. She grunts when she tries to crane her neck, but quickly makes her way to raise from the bed. Phi falls into a fight stance just as soon, ready to defend herself against him.

“Where am I?” she asks through gritted teeth.

“My hideout,” Kai answers, stepping closer toward her.

Phi launches a high kick at him, but Kai catches her leg with one hand. She tries to shake him off, but the bull is too strong. With a push, he manages to throw her off balance, causing her to land back to the bed. Momentarily caught off guard, Kai uses this chance to climb on top, placing himself snugly on top of her legs. His hands and legs trap around her in seconds.

“What are you doing?” Phi asks warily, trying to back away, but Kai grabs hold of her ankle and keeps her in place.

“I like you,” he says out of a sudden, his confessing causing her eyes to go wide.

“What?” What nonsense is he trying to play at? Phi looks at her in confusion, and Kai can only guess what’s going through her head right now. She stares at him as if he has lost his mind.

“You heard me,” he mutters, leaning closer until their mouth almost touch.

But Phi attacks him once more, landing a kick at his pelvic bone. Kai grumbles, and she takes this chance to slip out from the bed, this time making sure to put some good distance between them. The bedroom is large for them to fight in.

“I don’t know what ploy you’re trying to pull, but it won’t work on me,” she lashes out, angry.

It doesn’t take long for Kai to recover. He really is a monster, just like what everyone say about him. Anyone else who has taken a hit in this area would have stayed down for at least a while longer, but this male is not just anyone. He’s the Collector.

Kai eyes the female dangerously. In his head, he is undressing her. Now that he finally has her all to himself, he can do whatever the hell he pleases, including making her his.

He stomps toward her, cornering her without even doing anything much but use his dominating presence. Even for a bull, he is still considered large. He can only imagine what she thinks of him — though hopefully she’ll learn to appreciate his size.

He can sense fear and determination in her eyes. Good, she knows that she can’t win. Doesn’t mean it’ll stop her from fighting him off though.

Whenever male bull takes a step closer toward her, Phoenix looks like she wants to bolt out of the way immediately. But running is a cowardly thing to do, and her pride won’t allow it.

Phoenix doesn’t like being cornered down like this. The female warrior eyes the exit with interest, but she doubts she can escape from an unknown place without being caught by him first.

The longer she takes time to contemplate, the less her chances become. Feel the need to take the first act, she lungs forward, all of her weight and momentum thrown into that one punch. He dodges, of course, grabbing her wrist and sideswiping the body that follows. The combined speed and weight is all it takes to tilt her off balance, and he uses that chance to shove her against the wall.

“Nngg!” she grunts as her head smacks against something hard, but she doesn’t have time to contemplate the issue because of the solid mass pressing against her and trapping her in place. Immediately, she starts to struggle, thrashing against him while kicking and punching wildly in every direction.

It can't end here, not like this!

Her will to survive burn strongly even after he has crumbled down her defenses.

“Fight me all you want, female, but we both know who’s gonna win,” he all but chuckles at her attempts, swiping at her flailing arms until he succeeds in pinning them down at either side of her head. She is so frantic to escape that she misses the raspy-edge to his voice, which is huskier than it should be.

Ignoring his comment, she instead uses her remaining, unhampered limbs to continue her fight for freedom. Her legs twist and knees bend. If she can just kick or knee him with enough force, she is sure it can buy herself a little bit more time to roll out away him and generate a few feet of distance between them before preparing her next move. She doesn’t have her weapons anymore, but that doesn’t mean she’s useless.

Phoenix uses every she’s got, trying to land a hit on him somewhere — anywhere. But Kai reminds still like a statue of steel, his body definitely able to overcome her desperate assaults. His mass is at least three— no, four time larger than hers. She might be exceptionally tall for a dog, but he’s a giant. In sheer strength alone, Phoenix is inferior against him. She knows that this is useless, but that doesn’t mean she’ll admit defeat.

The female dog even goes as far as rendering to biting, which only causes Kai to chuckle when she nibbles at his flesh. So she buries her teeth deeper, hoping that it’ll lessen his hold on her person — but it doesn’t. “Chhhh!” She curses under her breath, amber eyes still burning with defiance. She’s got no choice. She’ll have to use her entire strength this time. 

Her body shakes with exertion as she gathers her inner chi energy. Kai notices the changes in her, so he is forced to act before damage can be done. She is, after all, still a formidable warrior.

A thump! at her gut, and Phoenix groans in pain. She briefly sees Kai drawing his fist at the corner of her vision, before the impact of his punch fully hit her by the guts. She lets out a dry, exhaled breath, chi forgotten. Whatever he has done to her, she can’t channel her inner strength anymore. And that punch will definitely bruise.

“Sorry love, but I can’t let you do that,” he mutters against her neck, his loud breath fanning the neck she didn’t realize has been exposed. Subconsciously, Phoenix finds herself shivering against him, but she only takes it as a sign of fear.

Still relentless in her efforts to break free, she finally manages to jerk her knee up, foot digging into the stone wall for added momentum. Unknown to her, her knee accidentally wedges against something it should not. She is too focused on escaping; too innocent to know the dangers of what effect her agile body can cause on a man who is full of adrenaline and is used to taking what he wants.

Kai’s breath hitches in the back of his throat and his head rolls forward so that his topless chest brushes against her snout.

“Great Mother of Sky!” he groans out as if he is the one that’s in pain.

Uncertain of what's transpiring, she squirms a bit more, uncomfortable with his proximity and apprehension for his suddenly peculiar behavior. Their bodies are so close that she's sure he can feel the hammering of her heart in her chest, just as she can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Something hard pokes awkwardly against her thigh and causes enough discomfort for her to want to slide away from it. She doesn't like the position they’re in. It leaves her vulnerable and somehow exposed. It will be so easy for him to rip through her chest with his bare hands. She needs to get away, quickly.

Her wriggling causes a surprised gasp to pass through his lips; his face cringes in a mixture of restraint, frustration and something else that she can't quite discern. “Oh f**k! You feel so. . .” he curses out, tone harsh enough to cause her to wince.

Phoenix doesn’t know what’s going on, but she decides that she doesn’t like this. But briefly, she obeys, listening to the sound blood rushing to her ears. She doesn’t want to provoke his wrath. She’ll be dead if he goes all out on her.

The seconds tick by in a tense silence and the atmosphere around them only grows thicker with uneasiness. She waits with bated breath as his weight crushes her and sends a flurry of butterflies bouncing off the walls of her stomach. It’s the mix of shy, nervousness combined with terror for her wellbeing that confuses her.

Waiting, waiting.

There’s a moment where the tight grip on her wrists seems to falter, slackening for a reason she doesn’t care to contemplate. She decides to seize the opportunity this time. With all the force she can muster, she tries to lift her body up. Her arms shake and leg digs in further into the stones behind as she uses the wall for leverage in a last ditch effort to throw her captor off her.

“Get off,” she manages to grit out between clenched teeth, the desperation in her tone is unmistakable.

She doesn't bother trying to analyze why his eyes widen a fraction of an amount, or why his jaws slacken and mouth pops open to let a breath of hot air to fan at her face. What stops her is the way his hands tighten around her slender wrists, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to force her to stay still. The hold is tight enough to prevent her from escaping, but loose enough to try the same trick.

“Oh Phoenix, you’re just too much. . . Can't you see what you're doing?” the words come rolling out dripping with huskiness, his tone somewhat impressed.

For a moment, she wonders if she has caused some kind of internal damage to his body, but this thought is immediately casted out when he rocks forward to press his groin firmly against her leg, which is wedged in between his. A groan soon follows.

The contact triggers a full-blown panic at her side.

“You’re. . .” Phoenix's viridian eyes widen and the color fades from her face. Shock evident in her features as a terrible and almost impossible realization starts to dawn on her. But he. . . but she. . . . Is this why he had been groaning this whole time? It’s not because of pain, but something else she doesn’t even want to think about. Quickly, she moves to set her leg straight, eliminate the friction and hopefully spark reason in her nemesis's actions. Instead, his reaction is instantaneous and more terrifying than she can ever dream off.

Kai yanks her arms above her head, binding her wrists together under one of his strong hands while the other reaches down and keeps her leg rooted in place, firmly pressing her knee to his groin to let her know full well the state of his arousal.

There is a brief moment of hesitation where she remains immobile, not even wishing to go there. Different from her, Kai is restless and impatient, wanting to feel as much as her; wanting her to feel as much of him.

She tries to ignore it, but how can she do that, when his size does nothing but scream at her in silence, demanding her full attention. Her mind is full of too many things to make sense of anything now. Why is this happening? It has to be a dream; a trick of the eye.

Kai deliberately moves slowly, wanting to make sure that she gets a feel of him as much as their bodies allow. He also has a different motive, creating this repeated motion in order to appease the ache in between his legs. An arrogant bull he might be, but that doesn’t mean that he can continue teasing her without getting teased in return — whether she realizes it or not. Just being near her is awakening all the s****l fantasies he has built around her.

“This. . . is your fault,” he grounds out lowly, almost way too excitedly, before thrusting his hips hard in emphasis, his voice so deep it earns an involuntary shiver down her spine. With each roll of the hips, his movements grow bolder and bolder, his desire for more becoming increasingly apparent to the female against him.

Again, Phoenix begins to struggle against him, though this time for reasons entirely different from before. “Collector, stop!” she yells when, yet again, she feels something hard brushing against her inner thigh. Only this time, she knows exactly what it is.

Rather than releasing her, his grip tightens and his movements become harsher. Her struggles excite him and fan the flames of wanton desire. Unknowingly, she has awakened a sickening need in him to exert complete control over her helpless body. He has been wanted to do this for so long that the time opportunity strikes, he simply lacked the will nor strength to stop it from happening.

“Don't do this,” she starts to plead; shaking her head from side-to-side and shutting her eyes to stem the flow of tears that threaten to fall. Everything is happening too fast for her to counteract, including the crawling feeling of disgust that prickled every inch of her skin and pooled like toxic sludge in her stomach. This is the last thing she wants to happen. She wants to make a difference in the fight, to prove her worth. It seems she is never meant to fly very high, before being smashed right back down.

No, she doesn’t want this. She doesn’t even like him. Why is this happening? What has she done to provoke this need of his? She never meant for this to happen. She thought that they were just nemesis. Why is he doing this? Why won’t he stop? Can’t he see that she’s afraid? She cries even harder when he seems to press harder.

In the midst of her begs, his hand leaves to her sides and, with eagerness, rip her armor apart. Next goes her pants, tugged down when his hands reach the underside of her legs. Her panties soon follow, bundling at her knees and making it more difficult for her to fight him off.

Exposed to a man for the first time ever, she gasps and feels the heat rush to her face, tainting her cheeks a deep shade of red shame.

“No!” She wants to cover herself and hide from his ravishing hands. She doesn’t like him touching her like this.

Lastly, comes her top, as well as the binds that are wrapped around her chest. Her heavy breasts bounce free, and he leans his body against her so close until she can feel every beat of his tense muscles.

Then he whispers to her ear, “Don’t worry. I’ll try to be gentle. Though ultimately, I’ll f**k you to submission.”

“Like hell!” she snaps back hotly. “I’m not some toy you can use as you please. Don’t expect me to just take this kind of treatment without fighting back.”

“I’m counting on that. I’d be disappointed if you don’t,” he chuckles so deeply that she can feel his taut abs shake as he does so. “You can think of this as whatever you like. But I’ve told you my feels already.”

“You must be joking. You, the Collector? Having some. . . what, romantic feelings for a warrior like me? And you’re gonna reduce to raping me, just to fulfill your desire?”

“It won’t be rape if you enjoy it. That, I’ll make sure of.” A dark promise.

“N-no . . . um . . . Ah—!” Her words are cut short when he begins thrusting his hips into her again, forcing her to feel the outline of his thick c**k through the fabric of his pants. She might say no, but he can feel her wetness pooling at her center already, staining the front of his pants. Soon enough, his pants are gone too. He wears nothing underneath, and so gone is the only barrier between their bodies.

Kai is huge. He has thick muscles wrapped in layers all over his body, making him appear large and scary. The bull has thick, large horns. Two main ones are pointed up, the smaller set pointed sideways. They are as big and hard as the rest of him. His large head is covered with lush, shaggy dark locks. His jaws are wide and clenched tight. His eyes are gleaming with green like a neon demon. His body mass is more on the heavy side. His overall presence is dominating, despite him being a herbivore. And his c**k is just as alarming; thick, hot with veins throbbing at every inch of its tense muscles.

It just so happen that he is also teasing the outline of her womanhood with that massive weapon of his. Phoenix wants nothing more than to close her tights tightly, just so that he can stop making her body react like this. But the male bull is physically much stronger than her, and so he can overpower her easily. Keeping her still like this must be like a walk in the park for him, while the borzoi is still using everything she got to struggle against him. Though the more she struggles, the more apparent does the hard on becomes.

Kai is sliding his length against the female dog’s vulva, wanting her to get a good feel of his. He also makes sure that he gets to her cilt and wet opening, which sends electric sensation that makes her convulses like a madwoman. Try to deny him she does, but like it or not, he is creating some effects on her.

“Tell me, what species are you?” he asks in a husky low breath.

“W-why should I—”

“Just tell me.”

“B-borzoi. Canine.”

“Hhmm, I see. Never seen anyone like you before.”

“I-I came from a far away land.”

He uses the conversation to distract her while his hands go to palm her breasts, giving them a good squeeze before slowly massaging them. The fur on her back seems to stand when she’s overwhelmed, but doesn’t fight him. He takes it as a good sign and ventures lower. 

That’s it. He can’t go on like this. Kai then makes use of the conversation to distract her. So that when he starts positioning himself at her entrance, the female is caught in surprise.

“Auggghhh!” The sound of a dog yelping echoes through the room, before it eventually dies down and only their heavy breathing can be heard.

“N-no, I can’t—” she whimpers like he had just kicked her. But what he’s doing right now is so much worse than that.

“Hush now. You’ll grow to like this,” he groans against her slender neck, before sliding the rest of him in. He pushes against her tight little hole, parting the walls that have never been stretched like this before, going deep enough until he can feel a thin membrane snaps inside her.

. . . . No way. Is she a virgin? Oh, f**k! That only gets him even harder, and Phoenix whimpers in process.

He slides through the rest of the way, seeming determined to bury his entire length inside her. His hands go to her thighs, needing to part those pretty thighs for him so that he’ll have the access to go deeper. Phi groans in return, but helpless against his strength. His d**k feels like a steel drill inside her, moving without stop.

“No!” she shouts out this time, lifting her leg just high enough to land a good kick at him. Kai is too preoccupied to notice her moving. She hits him right where the sun don’t shine, and the male doubles over. The given gap is all that she needs to slide off. Phoenix quickly tugs up her pants as she runs.

But before she can get away far enough, Kai grabs her by the neck, still groaning in pain as he does so. Judging by how hard he is now shaking, the bull is furious.

“No! Release me!” Phoenix continues to fight him, but the grip around her neck only grows stronger. His fist only grows tighter by the second, showing no indication on letting her go. He is definitely not going easily on her now.

“Oh, love, why do you have to be so difficult?” he speaks to her like she’s a child throwing a tantrum, even though he is the one who is doing whatever he pleases.

He grabs her hard enough until she loses her normal breathing, until she stops fighting and her body shags against him. But not before she stops kicking and screaming the entire way. It is only when he knows that she won’t be fighting him anymore, that he slowly loosens his grip, though he never entirely release her.

When that happens, Kai guides her back to lean against his chest, her back to him this time. He yanks her pants down around her tights, using it to limit her movement along the way. His c**k is still hard as a rock this whole time, and the male doesn’t waste his time to claim what he wants this time around. He wants her to be prepared when he does this, but she is quickly testing his patience.

“I wanted to go slow on you, but it’s you who is making it harder for me,” he whispers to her ear, before thrusting his hips toward, driving himself right back into her warm passage.

“Aaahhhhkkk!” Phoenix screams again, but her throat is sore and more constricted this time, so the sound doesn’t travel far. That doesn’t mean that the thrusting is any less painful. “No . . . stop . . . .” It hurts to speak, but she does it anyway. Kai ignores her pleases, moving in and out of her now. He can only imagine the kind of pain she’s going through, especially considering his monstrous size.

“Yes, that’s it. Open up to me. Open your legs. Let me fill you all the way in,” he continues whispering to her like a gentle lover, even though what he is doing to her is far from being so. Her p***y feels so good tightening around him, and every time he moves, it feels as if she’s sucking him further in. She feels so good, nothing else can even compare to this.

Eventually he moves his grip to her arms, using it to pull her back toward him at every move. His c**k is big enough to constrain her lower half, and he can tell that her resolve is slowing dissolving the more he f***s her.

Her breasts shake at every thrust, the n*****s hard. Her asscheeks are bruising hard against his lower abdomen, until she can feel her body going sore over there too. She can feel him moving in and out of her inside, so hard and penetrating, she can’t wash away this constricting feeling that’s eating her from the inside out. She hates this! She doesn’t want this! Her body seems to have another idea entirely though, and she can tell by the way liquid heat begins leaking from the area in between her legs. She wants to escape! She wants to save herself! But she can’t, and the only sound the two of them can hear for some time is the sound of flesh heating flesh, in and out and in and out, going like that forever, his c**k drilling inside her tight passage while his balls slapping at her s*x.

Kai wants to claim every part of her. The first f**k is just the start of it all.

He increases the pace when he finds himself getting closer to the edge of his release. He knows that she’s close too, judging by how fast her walls throb around him, and by how wet she becomes now. He likes her like this, no longer fighting him. He wishes this moment will never end, but he knows that he’s close to his limit now.

Fuck! Her nemesis is f*****g her! His thing is so large and hard, and he keeps driving it into her, making such a mess at her insides. It hurts at first, but then her body begins to adjust and the pain subdues. And now all she can feel is this huge and pleasurable thing teasing at her walls, stretching and pulling and pushing with no end. Her insides like being teased this way, which is why she’s soaking wet now. Her body enjoys being dominated like this, despite her reluctance. It knows that it likes a big strong male to make a woman out of her.

She groans again, this time out of frustration. Banish these thoughts! she orders herself.

His breath is still fanning at her neck, hot and heavy. He traces the tip of his nose against her fur coated back, enjoying the scent of her deeply f****d visage. He is enjoying this way too much to her liking, but at the same time, she can’t fight off this deeper part of her that’s feeling rather intrigued. She has never been touched by a male before, and with her feeling all of these sensations is doing something to her. He affects her, whether she likes it or not.

Kai kisses a spot at her shoulder, before clamping his teeth around her. Phoenix whines in protest, but he bites harder — not hard enough to draw blood, but done with enough strength that she can’t ignore it. He snaps his hips faster, drawing out more juice out of her pretty little cunt. When he knows that he can’t handle it anymore, Kai thrusts himself into her with all his might, driving himself to deep into her that he can feel the tip of his c**k slamming against her cervix. “f**k!” he curses like a beast. The combined pleasure of her walls clenching down hard and feeling his entire length wrapped around her heat sends him over the edge, milking him out until the last of his semen is shot right into her waiting womb.