*concrete scraping sfx* you should've known i was gonna send for firestorm for the osmosis game
OK UHM. firestorm. fireeeestorm. has flame hair like tangotek. eats??? asbestos??? i think. literally just some college freshman that was in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time. got done super dirty by one of his comic runs and character assassinated. has an ass? maybe. king of not wanting to be there. more than two guys? and one of them is a professor. does he smoke weed
Steve was a responsible owner, honest! But sometimes Billy really got out of hand.
Especially in his heat.
Billy would be such a good kitty normally and Steve just learnt to deal with it, only a week of frantic behaviour compared to a year of bliss was something he could handle right?
Wrong.
For some reason this time Billy decided to take his frustration out on Steve. He was used to Billy holeling up somewhere in the house, the only indication of his presence from the ever depleting food stores, but now?
Billy was insistent, constantly rubbing against him ever after being shooed. Sticking his tail up in front of Steve’s nose and constantly yowling. He was really stumped on what to do.
Grabbing the kitty by the collar Steve tickles his chin, “Billy, do you want me to call another cat in?”
A vigorous shake from Billy followed by the most heartbroken blue eyes “Only want master…” He flicks his tail and flutters his eyes for effect.
That’s new. Sure it’s not uncommon to have a relation with your hybrid, but Billy’s never really indicated interest from Steve before.
Surprise colours his voice, “You’ve never asked before, sweetheart.” He reaches out, scratching behind the kitty’s ear.
And Billy just melts into his hand, ears perked slightly forward and purring like a motor.
He looks up through his lashes “Before was shy.”
“You were shy before, baby? Didn’t want Masters help?”
He whines desperately, rubbing his head up and down Steve’s arm.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you now.”
Steve and Billy have been companions since childhood. After finding him wounded behind their garage, he fought tooth and nail till his parents let him keep the hybrid. Steve’s always had a slight crush on the cream cat and only grew over the years.
He grips both Billy’s thighs pulling the blonde into his lap. Billy takes the liberty to grind down a little, making him groan.
Steve’s impatient, needs to feel Billy skin on skin now.
Grabbing at the other’s shirt he pulls it off to fondle at the exposed tits, gorgeous in all their tanned beauty. Lavishing many kisses and bites around his chest, Billy responds by nuzzling Steve’s neck and lapping at his ear making the area cold and sensitive to every pant and moan elicited from Billy.
“Steve”
He rocks harder up and down Steve’s thigh, hands gripping into his arms, claws tearing at his shirt. It turns painful so Steve takes both arms and interlocks them behind his neck with a– “Hands up here precious.”
Steve’s own wander down Billy’s bare torso caressing every crevice and divot, running up and down that practically slutty waist. Billy’s face is flushed red, small whines music to his ears compared to the earlier noises.
He reaches for the lube located between the seat and undoes his slacks. Stroking himself a few times to fullness and groupes at the full globes of Billy’s ass. So plush they must be a blessing from above. Slips one finger inside and pays close attention to the way Billy’s lashes clump together with unshed tears squirming for more..
“C’mon Stevie, I need-!”
And Steve can’t deny when his kitty begs so pretty. Lines himself up and maunvers Billy to lower onto his cock, the other letting out a relieved sigh once bottoming out.
“Are you satisfied kitten?” He puts a hand over Billy’s stomach feeling the small bump from his dick, he’s always been above average. Billy responds with pants and high pitched moans, gripping his neck hard.
“You ready love?”
Billy nods desperation clear on his face “Please, Steve!”
Goes sweet and soft once Steve thrusts upwards, drooling on his shoulder. Tail wrapping around his leg and arms tightening, clinging on for dear life.
They go many rounds until Steve can give no more and Billy is a ball of purring content above him. He strokes the kitten, cooing and kissing him over and over, repeating what a good boy he was for Master. Billy responds with a cute little smile and cuddles closer.
Walking down the hallway a grumble worked its way up and out of the turtles throat. With each step he took the angrier he grew. ‘That pompous mother fucking asshole.’ He was tempted, so fucking tempted to take the scientists spectacles and shove them up his ass. The fucker actually believed that he was just a Brute with no brains. Granted, that usually worked in his benefit, but fuck did it make him see red this time.
Fang approached from the side. “What’s up boss?”
Raphael snorted. “I’ve got business to take care of. Where’s Immogene?”
The wolf looked at the terrapin curiously. There was no anger that he could sense towards the woman, but rather on her behalf. Then he remembered what Trax had said the little female had told him. ‘Uh oh.’ His boss was famous for his temper and brutality when he was pushed. But, he’d never seen it expressed on behalf of someone so vehemently. “She’s in your apartments.”
The turtle nodded and quickened his steps. Fang stared after his boss and slowly a smile formed on his lips. ‘Never thought I’d see the day when a female makes you fall to your knees.’ He nodded to himself in approval. Now that the mistress was losing her fear over her ex husband, she was growing into someone that was more than a match for the terrapin.
Raph pushed open the doors, his eyes seeking the woman. “Immogene, where are ya? I need to speak to ya.”
Coming out from their bedroom she stopped when she saw the turtle. He was angry. “I’m right here.” What happened and more importantly, why wasn’t she afraid? She knew that look would send others scurrying, but not her. She laughed at herself inside her head. Oruko had tried to break her. Instead he’d forged a weapon.
He heard her voice and when he turned in the direction of the sound he saw her. Her delicately arched brow almost had him smirking. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him, but sometimes, it caught him off guard that she wasn’t. His shoulders relaxed and he inhaled her scent. The sweet but dark fragrance she preferred filled his nostrils making him sigh. ‘What fuckin’ voodoo shit is this?’ He thought to himself. Just seeing her and smelling her calmed him like nothing else. He had some serious thinking to do. But first.
“I ran into our friendly neighbourhood scientist.” He was watchful for her reaction.
She took a breath. “Friendly?” She scoffed. “While he was smiling, did you happen to notice the scalpel in his front pocket?”
Raphael chuckled. “Ya mean the one with old blood on it?”
Immogene began to pace, which told the terrapin almost everything he needed to know. She laughed, but there was no humour in the sound. “What did he want?” The scientist was valuable, but she was loath to the idea of letting him live. He was a very unhinged man.
The Brute’s eyes followed her as she walked. “Specifically, you. Claims yer due for a checkup.”
Her lip curled. “Fucking asshole.” She stopped pacing and then faced turtle. “And?”
Raphael grinned. “I figured as much, but I wanted to check with you before I handled the situation.”
His words made her blink. Was he really this angry over someone wanting to do her harm? She stared up at the behemoth of a terrapin. There was a darkness in those golden eyes of his. She heard the crinkling of leather and realized the turtle was clenching his hand into a fist. His barely restrained anger at what had been said to him by Baxter was almost palatable. But, he’d waited for her answer before he acted, on her behalf. She nodded her head slowly while looking down at his clenched fist. “Baxter is evil. I go for a check-up and I’ll be checked out. Permanently.”
The turtle let his knuckles graze her hair. Was he reassuring her, or himself? “Go on.” He wanted more information and letting it fuel his fire.
She glanced up at him and then made her way over to the settee and sat, crossing one leg over the other. Raphael moved a step behind her and when he seated himself, he rested his arm over the back of the seat, almost letting his fingers brush against the softness of her curls.
Grabbing her glass of water off the table she met his eyes while taking a sip. “He begged Oruko to let him have me.” She shivered slightly and then a heavy sigh left her lips. “Perhaps the only truly intelligent thing that my husband ever did was never let me be alone with the creep.” Her green eyes narrowed and the Brute nodded his head in her direction, silently asking her to continue.
Taking another sip to gather her thoughts, she continued. “I think Oruko knew the designs that Baxter had on me and Gabriella.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “The fool truly believed that he would be forgiven, even if he caused my death, with the results he would gain from my blood.” She hissed softly. “Conceited asshole.”
Raphael couldn’t help the chuckle. “Conceited asshole, how ‘bout dead asshole instead?”
Nodding she set the now empty glass on the table and met the terrapins eyes. “He’s not afraid of you. Oh, he fears pain, but to him it’s a sacrifice that sometimes has to be paid for his advancements. At the end of the day, he feels his intelligence with prevail and protect him.” She shook her head again over the man’s insanity. “He was the only one who was never really afraid of Oruko. Even when Oruko was displeased with him. Baxter tasted Oruko’s blades on more than one occasion, but managed to survive the incidents.” She took a deep breath. “If he kills me, he most assuredly has the confidence that he’ll be able to convince you it was for the best.”
Immogene searched the terrapins eyes and found herself not only unafraid of the menace she saw just below the surface, but trusting in it as well. “Kill him.” Her statement was bold. She was testing the Brute and had a feeling he knew it.
Raph couldn’t help his lips from curling into an amused grin over her simple stated demand. “With fuckin' pleasure.” Without saying another word the behemoth stood and looked down at her. So beautiful, yet so fucking fierce. Leaning down he brushed his forehead against hers.
He stood to his full height and gave her a long look before turning.
Immogene sat staring at the closed doors to their apartments for a while after he left.
When Raphael entered the hallway he gestured to Fang. “Let’s go.”
Shouto nodded, he would have things in hand. He maneuvered himself to the middle of the door, his new katana gleaming in the holder on his back. The new Master Shredder had the Mistress present him the blade. Somehow she knew what the weapon meant to him. His father had given it to him. Saki had taken it and killed his father, then mounting it on the wall to torture Shouto. The soul of his father within the blade would help him cut down anyone that tried to disrupt this new era of the Foot.
As they walked the wolf looked to the terrapin. “Clean up job?” He kept his voice low.
Raphael casually looked down at the wolf and let the corner of his lip turn up into a smirk.
Fang chuckled. “Can’t say I feel sorry for the guy.”
Baxter Stockman was in his lab readying the room for his patient. He would finally get his hands on the woman and harvest what he wanted. He paused and looked in the mirror beside the table. “Oh Baxter, sometimes your genius surprises even yourself. If that dumb Brute of turtle does end up getting upset over his mistresses demise, you’ll just explain to him that you are looking out for his interests.”
Walking over to the medic trolley he made sure the false top was secure. It would be inept of him not to double check, just incase the green menace decided to inspect. Opening the lid on another box he laid out the innocuous items for the examination. Stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer and a few swabs. “Perfect, as expected.” He was confident that the terrapin would never figure out what the tray actually held.
Raph signalled Fang to wait at the door. With no preamble, he pushed the doors to the lab open and they banged against the wall.
The scientist looked up, his eyes wide under the glass bottle bottom spectacles. “Master Shredder!” He straightened his bow tie and stood up from making the examination bed. “I had a feeling you would want to check out the room. “I’ve spared no expense for your lady’s comfort. She’s been through so much.” He tsked. “I do not wish to cause her any unnecessary discomfort.”
The Brute softly growled. ‘Fucking lying son of a bitch. Yer dead, ya just don’t know it yet.’
Baxter rested his hand on the handle of the trolley when the terrapin moved in closer to inspect the equipment.
“I’m even going to warm up the stethoscope before I lay it on her skin.” He licked his lips and moved away from the instruments. The best way to hide something was in plain sight. “Would you care to examine what I’ll be using today?”
Raphael looked at the tray and then at the scientist. He knew something was up, he just had to discover it. He folded his arms over his chest and glanced down at the items. “Fancy.” Everything on the table was top of the line.
After a moment, Baxter moved the tray out of the terrapins path, so he could move around the examination table.
The Brutes eyes narrowed. The creep was spending way too much time near the tray. “What’s undaneath?”
Baxter blinked and adjusted his glasses. Underneath? I’m not sure what you mean.”
Raphael’s lips quirked. “Ya know the only way I got to where I am today, was understanding how a crooks mind works.” His golden eyes narrowed in on the worms form. “I can also smell a lie.” Taking his sai, he twirls in his hand before effectively and efficiently prying off the top. This time a very audible growl left his lips at what was revealed.
Saws, syringes, scalpels, picks and other nefarious items were all gleaming under the harsh lighting.
“I may not be a doc, Doc. But, ain’t this a little extreme?”
Baxter stuttered for only a moment before smoothly recovering. “That woman is a menace. She’ll only cause you trouble. I’m only considering what is best for you and the Empire. Besides, I already have a buyer for what ever is left over. Let me take care of her for you.”
The mutant cracked his neck and a dark chuckle left his lips. “A buyer you say, enough ta cover all yer expenses that ya put into this?”
The man nodded eagerly. “Yes, and so much more. So, be a dear turtle and go fetch her for me.”
Raphael grinned. “Well, sure, but I need ta explain the fault in yer plan.”
Baxter scoffed. “Fault? This is flawless.”
The mutant spun his sai in his hand again before shoving into the man’s stomach. “The failure is that ya can’t do it, if yer dead.” He began to twist the sai.
Baxter tried screaming but only bubbles of blood came out. One of the prongs had gone through his lung. “You are perhaps the biggest idiot I have ever seen.” The man managed to whisper. “All for a stupid Dame.”
The terrapin roared and pushed the man off the blades, but the intestines held firm. He chuckled as he followed the grisly trail with his eyes. “Moron.” He watched in amusement as the scientist tried to retrieve his entrails and push them back into his stomach. “Even I know that ain’t how that works.”
The man’s eyes finally glazed over and Rapahel walked over to the body and cleaned his sai on the dead man’s lab coat.
Fang entered the room and chuckled. “You know boss, I was going to have spaghetti for dinner. I think I’ll go for the roast instead.”
Raphael huffed a laugh. “Sorry ‘bout the mess.”
The wolf glanced at the various medical tools and grimaced. “Well, considering. I think the mess is just right.”
The terrapin nodded. “I’ll leave ya to it then.” He then turned to start heading towards the doors.
The other mutant called out. “What do you want done with the body?”
A deep and dark chuckle left the turtles lips. “Donate it ta science.”
Fang watched the turtle leave and shook his head with a smile. All the men knew that their boss looked at females as if they were a passing distraction. Raphael enjoyed the game of seduction but was always ready for the next hand. His canine tooth stuck on his lower lip as he chuckled. From the moment the redhead glared at him in the area, daring him to do or say something against her actions, he’d been different.
The wolf then sighed. The Hamato family had experienced more than their fair share of betrayal. One of the reasons why three of the brothers had never taken a mate. To this day, the intense blue eyes of the eldest were still haunted.
The woman already had his and so many of the other Foots loyalty. Now that her psychotic husband was 6 feet under, she was blooming into a rose with deadliest fucking thorns he’d ever seen. If there was ever a perfect match for their hot headed boss, she was it. Only time would tell what the future held for his boss and the lady. I’m
Raphael strode down the hall towards the apartment, his thoughts turning inward. He was by nature a cautious individual when it came to letting someone into his inner circle. But here he was ready to eagerly tell someone that he’d killed on their behalf. He also realized that he’d do it again. For fuck sakes, all someone had to do was look at her the wrong way and he was ready to make heads roll.
Even before his oldest brother had taken that woman into his life, Raph had kept his relationships impersonal. Hit it and quit it was his motto. Life was easier that way. But now, a certain female had him wrapped around her dainty fucking pinky. A smirk formed over his lips. That fact didn’t sound unappealing to him at all. Surprise, surprise.
He’d never met anyone like her. She was a fucking tigress with a kittens pelt. Hell, even when covered in gore holding her dead husbands eyeballs she still looked damn fucking good.
Raphael found his steps moving quickly. Now, he wanted to test what he saw in those green eyes a few nights ago. The thought of having her come apart due to his hands and mouth, had him aching. His name on her lips. Yeah, she fucking got to him.
She put in a lot of effort into not thinking about the Brute, but it was in vain. Oruko had killed ‘for’ her, but not in the same way at all. She met her own eyes in the mirror. No, this was so very different. The anger in those golden eyes of his over Stockman. Anger for her. She was leaning there was a difference from when someone was angry at her and angry for her. She pulled the brush through her hair. Still, Stockman was too clever for his own good. She huffed. Was she actually worried about the terrapin?
Before she could think on it any further she heard the doorknob turn. Tying her robe at her waist she quickly rose from the seat and went to the door.
He stood there, looking at her while taking off his leather gloves. “It’s done.” The gruff edge of his voice had her taking a deep breath.
Slowly she lifted her eyes to his. “Good.”
Then she found her gaze moving over his broad and thick upper half, her eyes narrowing slightly in the low light. Her expression remained neutral though.
Raphael took in the way her eyes travelled over his form. Something inside of him warmed when he realized she was looking to see if he was hurt. A smirk formed over his scarred lips.
Her eyes took in the darker red stain on his red shirt. Without realizing what she was doing she closed the distance and reached up to touch the fabric, making sure there were no holes and that it wasn’t his blood.
“I ain’t that easy to maim, sweetheart.”
The tone of his voice had her looking up at him. “I…”. There was a retort on her lips but it stalled over the look in his eyes. He’d killed Stockman because the mad scientist had wanted to hurt her. Baxter would have been a great asset to the Empire, but that hadn’t even been on the table for discussion. She bit the corner of her lip. Why in the hell was she feeling the way she was over that fact? It should…it should…what was it supposed to do? One thing it shouldn’t do was make her feel some form of, shit, excitement.
The male rolled his shoulders. He tried to discern what was going on in that pretty head of hers. God. She hadn’t moved from his front and was still holding his shirt. How could something so simple make his cock slip from its slit and hang heavily.
She looked up at him again and what she saw had her breath catching. Or should it?
Raphael stood still. The way she was looking at him was making him rumble. His fist closed, but this time it was him trying to reign in his desire. He waited for her to decide on whether to move in closer or back away. He licked his lips. He found himself wanting to ask her to move in.
She bit her lip. The Brutes eyes widened when she finally closed the distance between them and leaned her head against his plastron. “Thank you, Raphael.”
The terrapin blinked at the softness in her tone. A loud rumble left his throat. His earlier musings came to mind. Oh yeah. He’d kill for her, he’d fucking rip apart anyone that wanted to harm her.
Lifting her hand she rested it on his hard front, her fingers lightly gripping the material. The sound he made soothed her, but also had her suddenly feeling something akin to what she felt the other night when he was close and…touching her. She remembered his large hand just under her breast. His tongue on he shoulder. The sinful words leaving his lips.
“Immogene.”
The sound of her name brought her out of her reverie and slowly looking up at him. She blinked and to her utter mortification, she blushed.
Those fucking eyes of hers. His hand moved from his side and found her lower back, pulling her more into him. “Ya look at me like that and it makes me wanna tear the head off of anyone that even looks at ya sideways, ya know that?”
She couldn’t help the quirk of her lips. “I really shouldn’t like that idea.”
He smirked and chuckled darkly. “Bloodthirsty.”
She blinked and then a soft laugh sounded in her throat. “It would seem that way.”
Hearing that sound coming from her had him looking at her intently. Fuck. He wanted to hear her laugh again. When she didn’t look away he let his hand slowly wander down to her full ass. He cupped it and squeezed gently.
Immogene inhaled sharply over the contact, but she didn’t move away.
His golden eyes burned and he licked his lips. “I’m really going to fucking enjoy seeing how many sounds I can get to leave those pretty lips of yours.”
Her nipples hardened over the tone of his voice. She didn’t know what to say. What he was making her feel was so unfamiliar. She was nervous, but she found she wasn’t afraid.
Raphael reached up and ran his hand over her soft hair, when she didn’t pull away he began to run the fingers through her thick and soft curls. Fuck. Just the feel of her hair against his skin was making his cock hard. He rumbled low in his throat and keeping his eyes locked with hers, he gently fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head back.
Immogene gasped, but it wasn’t in fear.
Taking advantage of her parted lips, Raphael lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers.
She closed her eyes over the contact. ‘Oh.’ The soft sound she made was swallowed by the Brutes mouth as he deepened the kiss. There was a growing awareness of her body within her.
“Do ya want know how ya make me feel when I see ya all fierce?” Raph gently parted her hair exposing the nape of her neck.
Instead of getting a vocal answer like she was expecting she felt his lips on the delicate flesh of her neck. Her lips parted and she sighed when her skin rippled at the contact of his scarred mouth She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing.
He started moving her backwards, leading her to the full length mirror in her dressing area. The behemoth was going to show her how her body reacted to him.
Standing in front he turned her to face the reflective surface. She flushed and looked to the side. The Brutes’ golden orbs wandered towards the mirror and his smirked widened seeing the hardened buds of her nipples under the silk, “Immogene...,” He rumbled as he spoke, “look in tha mirror.”
Hearing his voice, she slowly turned her head towards the mirror. She bit her lip seeing the flush of her skin and the bumps under her robe. “Oh…” It was said very softly. Her nipples felt sensitive and the only other time they’d felt like this was the evening the turtle had brushed her hair.
Caressing his thumbs along her rounded hips the Brutes let them slowly run up and down her sides, “That’s how yer suppose ta feel wit a mans touch.” His tone dripped with arousal and lust as his fingers inched up her body.
A shiver rolled through her at the feel of his large hands at her sides. She shifted slightly on her feet and blinked slowly as his movements caused the silk to move over the sensitive nubs.
“It’s suppose ta make ya feel good...make ya get nice...and hot,” Raph growled as his finger brushed against the side of her breast as he whispered huskily against her ear. “Heh seein’ yer nipples hard like this makes me want ta slowly ease this robe off yer sexy body. Run ma hands ova every inch...every curve of ya till yer wreathin’ beneath me in pleasure.”
She heard his want and it made her throb between her thighs. Immogene was indeed growing warm and she watched transfixed as his fingers moved up and up again.
Raphael brushed his thumb along the side of her breast once more, smirking as he watched her mouth open in a silent moan before letting his fingers glide up closer. He lowered his head to her neck, but left his eyes on her in the mirror as he as he left a tender kiss just below the lobe, “I’m gonna drag ma tongue ova those perfect peaks of yers befer easin’ em inta ma mouth so I can suck and lick em till yer drippin’ wet...,” his eyes gave a predatory glow.
Her breathing became deeper as he painted a very clear picture in her mind. She shifted again, her sex was beginning to ache in an unfamiliar way. Moving also made her realize she was indeed, growing damp. She licked her lips as she realized she wanted what he was saying.
She slowly turned to face him. His massive body towered over her. Chewing her lip she undid the tie of the belt at her waist.
His golden orbs widened a fraction when the robe parted just enough to see the puckered edge of her areola. Gliding his tongue along his scarred lips, the Brute felt his cock throb and press against his slacks at the sight before him.
She wet her lips and spoke. “Go ahead. Do what you said.” She blushed. She wanted to see if what he said felt as good as it sounded. Breathing hard she raised her hand up and pulled the silk aside, just so that the rosy hard bud of her nipple was revealed.
Lips curling into a smirk, the Brute gave a deep rumble at the words leaving her luscious lips. Fuck he loved it when she was bold. There was still a hint of uncertainty in her fierce emerald gaze, but he was determined to make it go. His fingers gently combed through her fiery locks as he gazed deeply into her eyes, “Oh it will be good. I’ll make sure ya feel nothin but pleasure from this.”
His confidence had her biting her inner lip. So sure was he? A slight flicker of challenge entered the green depths of her eyes. “Show me.”
His eyelids lowered as his golden orbs gave a warm glow as her hair slowly flowed down from his fingers like a stream of fire, “I know yer still nervous kitten.” Her eyes flashed. “So, I’m gonna promise ya somethin ’ At any point ya don’t feel comfortable wit it. All ya hav ta do is tell me ta stop,” Raph’s rumble grew in volume as he caressed his thumb against her cheek. His fingers slowly glided along her jaw, “I’ll stop,” He quirked his lips and snickered and gently grasped her jaw, “Even though it will be fuckin’ hard ta, I will.”
She held her head high as he spoke. Odd, his touch was reassuring. She licked her lips and gave him a slow nod of her head.
Brushing his thumb along her lower lip, the Brute kept his eyes locked with her hypnotic orbs and inched his body closer. Raph then brushed his lips against her in a soft tender kiss.
A little shock rolled through her as she expected him to go straight for her nipple. But, when his lips touched hers she found herself leaning towards him. It shouldn’t work. His size against hers shouldn’t match as perfectly as it did.
Smirking against her lips at her response, Raph reluctantly eased his lips away from her lightly nipping her lower lip. He then muttered in a deep husky tone, “Want me ta stop?”
Her eyes narrowed. Those eyes of his were way too calculating. “No. I don’t.” She focused on keeping steady breaths as she waited for what he would do next.
The Brute moved another few inches down. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
His knuckles every so slightly tipped her head back so he could have more access to her neck. Raph couldn’t help the smirk that grew each time she said no to him stopping.
He moved slowly and a soft hiss left her lips when she saw his smirk. “What are you doing, Raphael?” That fucking smirk and the game he must be playing was like a battering ram to her senses. He lowered his head again. This time she gasped as he made her learn that is lips on her neck made the nerves in her side vibrate.
The Brutes finger left her chin to gently massage the back of her neck before easing down her curves and pulled her just a little closer. “Yer fuckin’ body.”
She trembled. “What about it?”
He chuckled and the sound had gooseflesh forming on her shoulders.
“I’m gonna show ya the answer ta that.” He let his tongue leave his lips and swiped it over her neck.
Immogene uttered a sharp but still quiet moan.
Dragging his tongue along her collar bone the Brutes eyes burned brightly as he pressed a kiss near the top of her breast. She arched slightly, almost as if she was trying to put her nipple in his mouth.
“How ‘bout now? Still want me ta keep goin?” Raph’s smirk widened as his fingers lightly brushed a small circle at her hip bone knowing how she was starting to get frustrated.
“Absolutely.” Her voice was now husky and her fingers were gripping onto his shirt. She wanted to know...needed to know what it felt like.
A deep pleased chuckle left him at the husky tone coming from this fiery beauty. He was enjoying watching the woman start to melt under his lips alone. “Heh, as ya wish.” Raph rumbled deeply and slowly dragged his tongue towards her aching peak. Despite how his baser instinct just wanted to suck that nipple into his wet hot mouth, the Brute resisted and pressed a soft kiss on her it before gliding his tongue around her areola.
He was giving meaning to the phrase as slow as a turtle. She watched, unable to look away at his scarred lips at her peak. “Ah.”
His eyes were on her. She knew he was aware of her at all times, but this was something else. Every sound she made, every move guided his actions. She trembled again as his hands began to wander. She felt hot, the silk in the way of her feeling his rough skin. Her head fell back when he began to flick her peak with his tongue.
‘Mmm holy shit! I would hav done this soona had I known yer eyes could spark like that kitten,’ Raph mused to himself as he continued to tease her peak. He felt his chest vibrate with approval and his cock pulsate eagerly at all the sweet sounds coming from those plump lips of hers. He wanted to hear more! He desperately needed to hear her call his name in wanton need.
A mischievous dark glint sparked in his eyes.
She knew that look, he did it when he was utterly pleased with something.
Raph’s flexible tongue slowly slithered around her nipple. He wrapped it around the peak and gently tugged before sucking it into his warm and wet mouth.
“Oh god.” Her hands snapped to his shoulders and her sex pulsed.
Growling in arousal, the Brutes lips wrapped firmly around her peak and he eagerly sucked and licked it. His hand roamed down her back towards her lovely ass. Cupping the soft flesh, the Brute smirked against her breast before he pulled her hard against him. A soft squeak left her lips when he lifted her up and he carried her to the bed.
Her eyes were locked on his mouth. They were filled with unknown need, curiosity and just a bit of trepidation as his fingers were so close to her womanhood that when he squeezed, it pulled at her folds.
Keeping his lips locked around her peak, Raph slowly lowered the beauty into the sheets as his fingers moved from her hip to brush his thumb against her soft flesh before cupping her breast in his large hand.
His gentleness surprised her. She knew she was laid back against the mattress, but it didn’t register. The only thing she felt were his hands. Her robe was parted, her breasts in full view. Her collarbone and cheeks flushed with desire.
She looked up at him and squeezed her thighs tightly together. The ache that was forming almost hurt and she didn’t understand. It felt as if she needed something but didn’t know what. He smirked again and her eyes narrowed.
His large hand palmed her breast she couldn’t help but arch into it.
‘Heh that…fits likes a glove,’ His hands were large and yet her breast fit perfectly within its grasp. Raph smirked before giving a deep growl against her skin. His other finger slowly glided over rosy bud of the her other breast. He arched a cocky brow as he suckled. “Want me ta keep goin?” He lifted his head and waited for her answer.
She hissed sharply. “Yes!”
The brutes eyes sparked in approval and his thick fingers gently tugged on her nipple before scissoring them over it.
Flicking his tongue against her peak, the Brutes lips clamped around the bud.
Immogene’s back arched and she mewled.
Easing his knee between her clenched thighs, he felt her stiffen. The Brute let his other hand wander down to her hip and began to gently massage the area. “Just tell me ta stop. It’s ok.”
She shook her head and let her legs slowly fall apart.
Pressing his knee against her core she cried out and it was fucking music to his ears. Raph gave one more hard suck to her nipple before letting it fall from his mouth with an audible pop.
Immogene was breathing hard. His thick thigh between hers. She knew her wetness was staining his slacks.
“Do ya have any fuckin’ clue how gorgeous ya are?” He growled and pressed his knee harder against her and was rewarded with another cry of pleasure from her lips. His nostrils flared as he caught a whiff of the aroused scent. “Fuckin’ hell woman.” She was going to kill him.
She blushed deeply and an urge to pull away formed. She was getting him wet with her juices, it wasn’t something that men enjoyed. Was it?
“Yer scent..it’s makin’ me so fuckin’ hard right now.” He smirked widely. His cock felt like it was going to rip through his zipper.
She blinked and then looked down. “Oh fuck.” The curse left her lips. What she was seeing was as big as the rest of him. He husband had been a large man, but Raphael was on a whole other level of huge.
Raphael couldn’t help chuckling deeply. He knew the reaction the size of his shaft inspired. His eyes slitted and his lips turned into a predatory grin. “I need ta taste ya.”
Immogene gasped and blinked. He was serious.
“Tell me. Do ya want me ta stop?” He looked down and her and pushed his knee against her sex harder.
“No.” The word left her lips on a whimper.
The terrapin rumbled. “Atta girl.”
Lowering his head he pressed soft kisses between her breasts and his other fingers continued to gently toy and tug at her nipple. He brushed his snout down her front towards her heated core.
As he went, he left open mouthed kisses all along her skin. His massive and muscular body lowered more and more until he was between her thighs. He settled himself between them, wiggling his shoulders and getting her to spread wider for him.
Immogene’s hands came up and went over her eyes. Each kiss had almost felt like it burned. She was almost shaking. What he was doing just wasn’t done! She cracked her fingers open to peer through and gasped over the look in his eyes. “Shit.”
Gently he coaxed one of her legs over his shoulder, the move spreading her open to his gaze. He hovered just above her swollen pussy lips. The scent making his mouth water.
She was now panting.
He held her gaze for another moment for finally letting himself look at her pussy. A loud rumble filled the room. The lips of her sex were flushed, the folds shiny with arousal and the light from the fire flickered against the slick. The bead of her clitoris had come out from its hood. He growled.
Immogene didn’t realize it, but she was clenching her muscles. The entrance to her depths was almost winking at the male. Her body knew what it wanted even if she didn’t.
Reluctantly the Brute lifted his gaze from her swollen pussy lips to her lovely face. He started to lower his head and then suddenly stopped.
Meeting her emerald orbs, the Brute’s lips slowly curled into what only could be called, a shit eating smirk.
Her hips shifted a fraction, beckoning him back down.
Arching a mischievous brow at the roll of her hi, he rumbled. “Want me ta stop?”
She looked at him wide eyed and then her eyes narrowed. She was tempted to throw a pillow at him. Feeling herself drip her emerald eyes sparked and the flame that he was stirring to life inside of her came to full force. The bold words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“Your dark promises of pleasure mean nothing unless you put that mouth to use for something other than talking, Raphael.”
Staring intensely at the fiery beauty for a moment, the Brute barked out a deep belly laugh. “Hahaha. Ha!” Raphael was no stranger to fucking, but he’d never laughed like this in bed. That tongue of hers!
His rolling laughter deepened into an aroused and desire filled rumble and he gently nipped the woman’s inner thigh before sensually dragging his tongue on the spot. “Bold words, Immogene.” He smirked. “I’m gonna satisfy demand, but yer in for a fuckin’ surprise.
Her eyes sparked again at his words. Confident in his skill, was he? Some part of her wanted to scoff. But...there was that look in his eyes. A look that stirred something inside of her. A look that made goose flesh rose on her hips, a look that made her think that he was entirely focused on her.
Pressing his snout against her skin, he slowly trailed it up her inner thigh. Raph’s golden orbs sparked as her dampness soaked into his skin as he inched closer towards his prize.
When he didn’t flinch over her wetness she trembled.
“Hope yer prepared...kitten,” His eyes narrowed almost challengingly at the woman, “Cause yer bout ta find out just how skillful this mouth of mine is.” Raph growled and not even giving her a second to think over his words he dragged his long tongue up the entire length of her pussy.
She cried out and then what he’d been waiting for finally happened. “Raphael!”
Hearing his name had him burying his face in her sex. “Fucking finally!”
Rumbling deeply at the sweet taste of her arousal, the Brute’s tongue worked the entire length of her folds. His hand slipped under her to grope and gently knead her ass. He gently sucked her outer lips before letting his tongue slither along the edges.
Her head fell back and she tossed it from side to side. Her whole body making little movements at the assault on her most sensitive flesh. “Oh!” Immogene’s eyes squeezed shut as he found her clitoris. Nothing in her entire life had felt this good.
She cried out and moaned his name at the same time a slow burn was building in her belly. The sounds of him feasting on her slick pussy filled the room. She felt moisture drip down her ass crack.
The Brute smirked against her folds as his tongue circled around her swollen clit before lightly brushing his lips against. His tongue lapped eagerly at the folds of her pussy. Needing more, his thick fingers spread her further apart.
Her hands fisted into the sheets. She watched as his head moved, licking her. His tongue circled her bead and a constant rumble could be heard emitting from his chest.
He pressed his wet appendage firmer against her folds to collect as much of her essence as he could. Normally, he would have thrust his tongue deeply into her quivering pussy by now and fucked her with it until she saw stars, but the Brute held himself back. He didn’t want to overwhelm her…yet.
Emphasis on try! Seeing her emerald eyes spark and hearing the sweet sounds coming from those lips of hers was making his willpower hang by a thread. He growled in her sex as the ache in his cock became too much. For fuck sakes, he was thrusting his hips into the mattress.
Keeping his gaze locked on hers, the Brute greedily lapped at her folds all the while his hand slowly trailed down his front towards his pants.
His eyes slitted with a ravenous lust as the room suddenly filled with the sound of his zipper being pulled down.
Immogene gasped as the terrapin began to pump his cock. “Raph!”
Gripping his shaft, he firmly pumped and twisted the length as he licked her folds in sync with his hand. Growling against her folds, the Brutes thumb rubbed against a sensitive nerve as he pumped faster. Swirling his tongue around her clit once more, the Brute’s lips curled as he brushed his lips against her clit before wrapping firmly around her pearl.
Flicking his tongue against the hard nub, precum dripped from his bulbous head as he gave her clit a good hard suck and his lips and chest vibrated in a deep rumble.
Her thighs began to shake. Giving her pleasure, tasting her, had aroused him to fuck his hand.
She was close, he could feel it. Growling loudly he began to move his head from side to side.
“Raphael!” Her hands moved down to his head and her pussy lifted more against his mouth. She rolled her hips, fucking herself on his face. Her whole body tensed as she skyrocketed into her first orgasm.
Her using his face had his hips jerking. His thick cock expanded in his hands and his seed gushed out and onto the sheets. His balls pulsated and pushed up against his cock emptying his huge load as he swallowed everything of her that he could.
He tried holding on her, but in a move that surprised him she managed to pull away and scooted back until she was against the headboard.
A deep aroused chuckle left his throat as he slowly dragged his tongue along his chin and lips making sure he tasted every last drop of her. “I guess ya needed me ta stop now, huh?”
Her eyes then narrowed a fraction at the comment. He had made her completely lose herself. Holding his gaze like a deer kept a leopard in its sights she inhaled shakily.
Giving a deep husky chuckle while he slowly crawled towards her.
All of a sudden she turned her head. This wasn’t forced. In fact, she had pulled his face closer to her core, even rubbing her sex against it. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
Immogene didn’t realize that a part of what she was feeling was vulnerability. He’d stripped her bare and had her throwing caution to the wind. All over that damnable tongue of his. He hadn’t lied. His mouth was skilled.
Hovering above her sexy body, the Brute gently brushed her hair behind her ear, “There’s just one more thing ta do,” He rumbled deeply.
Dragging his finger down her cheek and along her jaw, the brute turtle curled his finger under her chin and lifted her head towards him. He kissed her deeply.
She tasted herself on his lips and sighed into the kiss. She was still sensitive and the echoes of the pleasure rippled through her.
When he moved away she met his eyes and blushed at his grin. She blinked and opened her mouth as of to say something, but she didn’t really know what to say.
The Brute chuckled. Smirking widely, his thick thumb gently brushed against her chin as he gazed down at her intensely. “That’s how it’s supposed ta feel, woman.”
A deep laugh sounded in his chest. “Just so ya know... now that I’ve gotten a taste of ya,” the Brute growled lowly as he gazed at her with hunger still in his eyes, “I plan ta eat ya as much as I can.”
Immogene shivered and she looked at him intently. “Fine by me.” There might have been a hint of a smile that tugged at the corners of her lips.
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