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COMMENTS:
DragonBalze-X[scribblehub]:
and here comes the feels with a side of lemons.
Avip:
This one is lemons with a side of feels
Taquitofanfics[archiveofourown]:
The interaction between the two of them was very nice, although for now Marcus does not want to open his heart to either of them, I have a feeling that at some point he will.
Avip:
Only time will tell.
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[Point of view: Marcus Carvalho]
"Then let me help you, Carlie," I say, my voice a low rumble. "Let me be your first."
Carlie's eyes widen. She stares at me, frozen, like a statue.
Worried with her I tilt my head, brows furrowing.
"You alright, Carlie?" I ask, studying her face. She's not blinking, barely breathing.
Her head jerks, ears flicking back as she snaps out of her trance.
"You... you really mean it?" she stammers, voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, holding her gaze.
"I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't."
She blinks, then looks away, ears flattening against her hair.
"I... but I can't let you do that, Marcus."
My brow arches.
"Let me? You're not letting me do anything, Carlie. I'm offering."
Her eyes darts back to mine.
"You don't have to 'force' yourself to do this," Carlie says in a dejected tone.
"Carlie," I say, leaning in. "It's not forcing myself, I do find you gorgeous."
Her body goes rigid. Tension ripples through her muscles. The air shifts, charged with something primal. Her eyes lock onto mine, pupils blowing wide until only a thin ring of gold remains. Her breath hitches, then deepens, growing heavier, more deliberate.
Her tail swings lazily, body arching slightly, like a predator homing in on its prey.
"Marcus," she breathes, her voice a low hungry purr. "You shouldn't say things you don't mean."
"Who says I don't mean it?" I tease, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Her eyes narrow, the hint of a snarl playing on her muzzle as she starts sniffing the air.
SNIFF! SNIFF!
Carlie leans in like she is drinking my scent, her voice a husky whisper.
"You really are excited," she says, happily surprised. "I can smell it."
Irritated by the obvious statement made by the tigress, I decided to act.
"Damn right, I'm excited," I growl, voice low. "Now shut up and come here."
I grab Carlie by the collar of her hoodie, yanking her close.
Her breath hitches, eyes widening in surprise. Before she can react, I crush my lips against hers, swallowing her shocked gasp. She stiffens, paws pressing against my chest, trying to push me away. But I hold tight, my free hand cupping the back of her neck, fingers tangling in her fur.
She frees herself to complain.
"Marcus, please," she pants, body squirming against mine. "I can't... I don't know how..."
"Shh," I murmur, clutching her thick neck fur. "I'll teach you."
Her protests die down, replaced by a soft whine as I give her neck fur a tug.
"So, the kitty likes it rough," I murmur with a teasing smile.
I feel her resistance crumbling, her body melting against mine as I kiss her again. I slide my tongue into her mouth, exploring, tasting. She shudders, then tentatively, her tongue meets mine. I groan, tightening my grip on her.
She tastes different from Edith, tangy with the taste of spiced meat, raw and unrestrained. Reminds me of Grashka, the orc from my old Harem. I can't get enough of it.
Keeping the kiss going, I guide Carlie down, her back sinking into the plush mattress as I hover over her. Her breaths come quick and shallow, eyes wide, pupils blown. I can feel her heart hammering, her pulse racing beneath her skin. She's a live wire, trembling with nervous energy.
I pull back, breaking the kiss.
"Mrrrow."Carlie's protest in an irritated mewl.
Realizing what she had done, her paws snapping up to cover her face, ears flattening in embarrassment. A laugh rumbles through me, staring at the adorable two meters (6.7 feet) tigress , all flustered and squirming.
"Hey, none of that," I say, grinning as I pry her paws away from her face. "You don't get to hide from me."
Her cheeks flush a deeper red through the fur, but she doesn't look away, showing some progress.
"Marcus," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I… I don't know what to do, but I feel something, a strange heat growing inside me."
I take a hand to her face as I brush a thumb over her cheek, feeling the softness of her fur.
"That's good." At least I think it is. "But let me be clear, this is your last chance."
Carlie blinks, confusion swirling in those golden eyes. She waits, expectant, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants.
"Do you want to continue?" I say, staring deep into her eyes. "Or do you want to stop?"
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard.
"I... I want to continue," she growls, licking her lips.
I can't help but grin, a flash of teeth and satisfaction.
"Good, and one last thing." I murmur, leaning in. "Do you want me to be gentle?"
I sink my fingers into her hair as I move closer to her face.
"Or rough?" I whisper close to her.
I tug at the base of her fur again. Her breath catches, a low, throaty growl rolling from her chest as she arches into me, every inch of her burning against my body.
"I... I like… when you pull my fur," she admits, voice husky. "It hurts so good."
My smirk deepens as I reach for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head. The cool air hits my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
I toss the shirt aside, turning back to Carlie staring at me, eyes wide and unblinking. Her pupils are blown wide. Her ears are perked up. Her tail is ramrod straight, the tip twitching ever so slightly. Her gaze fixed on my torso.
"Carlie?" I ask, brows furrowing. "Are you alright?"
Something's shifted in her, a primal instinct taking over. I can see it in her eyes, in the way her muscles tense, ready to pounce.
In a flash, she moves. One moment she's laying on her back, the next she's got me pinned, her body straddling mine. I hit the mattress with a grunt, eyes wide. Carlie looms over me, her breaths coming in heavy pants, eyes wild. A low growl rumbles in her chest, vibrating through me.
"Carlie?" I ask, heart pounding.
She doesn't answer, at least not with words. Instead, she leans on my body, her nose brushing against my collarbone. She inhales deeply, a shudder wracking her body. Her nose grazes my skin, tracing a path down my chest. Her breath hitches, then deepens, each inhale slow and deliberate.
Her tongue flicks out, a soft, warm rasp against my skin. She licks me again, her tongue dragging up the length of my sternum, tracing the line of my pecs. Her breath tickles my skin.
Carlie's eyes flutter closed, a low purr rumbling in her chest. She drags her tongue up my neck, her nose nuzzling against my jaw. Her breath hitches, then deepens, drawing in my scent. She shudders, her body melting against mine.
"Okay…" I groan, my voice a low rumble. "What are you doing?"
She pulls back, just enough to look me in the eye. Her pupils are blown wide, a thin ring of gold around black. Her breaths come in heavy pants, her chest heaving.
"You smell so good, and your body is so rough rrr…" she growls, her voice barely recognizable. It's low, husky, and raw. "I can't help it, Marcus."
Her tongue flicks out, dragging up the length of my neck.
"Well, I'm glad you like what you see, Carlie," I rumble, holding a chuckle. "I thought all the females in this world preferred those damn femboys."
Carlie snorts in disdain.
"Most do," she admits in a snarl. "But there's something about a man like you, Marcus. Strong, muscular, wild and confident. It drives me crazy."
She pushes me down as I lay on my back. I groan, my hips bucking beneath her, my groin rubbing against hers. She gasps, eyes widening. A slow, wicked smile spreads across her muzzle, a flash of fangs and mischief.
"Good to know." I reply smiling.
Carlie reaches for the hem of her hoodie, tugging it up and over her head in one swift motion. Her sweatpants follow, kicked aside with an impatient huff.
She straddles me once more, her body bare. My breath catches, eyes widening as I take her in. She's all sleek muscle and soft fur, her curvy body a blend of power and femininity. Scars crisscross her skin, mementos of battles past. She's a warrior and she's fucking gorgeous.
"Damn, you're a stunning girl."
She preens under my gaze, her back arching, ears perked up. Her tail flicks lazily behind her, the tip twitching ever so slightly. A low purr rumbles in her chest, vibrating through me.
With a quick motion, Carlie drops close to my groin and yanks my pants. As my cock springs free, it slaps against her cheek.
SLAP!
She recoils, startled at first, but her surprise quickly shifts to fascination. Her jaw drops, eyes fixed on me.
"Carlie?" I ask, brows furrowing. "You good?"
She doesn't respond, not right away. Instead, she reaches out, her paw wrapping around my shaft. She strokes me once, twice, her grip tentative, exploratory. A shudder rips through me, a groan rumbling in my chest.
Her ears perk up, her eyes darting to mine.
"It's so big," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "So hot, and... hard."
I chuckle, a low rumble. "Glad you approve."
She blinks, then grins, a flash of fangs and mischief.
"I wonder what you taste like," she growls, licking her lips in hunger. "Can I?"
"Fuck, Carlie," I snarl, half-laughing. "No way I'd reject a hot tiger girl like you tasting my cock."
"You really think I'm pretty." She asks in a vulnerable, hopeful tone.
I really like Carlie as an individual and a beautiful anthro woman. But she's very insecure, even in an intimate moment like this.
The right thing would be for me to stop and talk to her, help her overcome the insecurities probably instilled in her by her hag of a mother.
Buuut… I have a hard-on and a hot tiger lady on top of me.
"If it's up to me, Carlie," I start looking at her holding my shaft hopefully. "My cock's gonna stay buried deep in any of your holes any day."
"Gah." She gasps, in shock.
O fuck! Did I traumatize her? I need to be gentle.
"But you can pick the hole, as I'm a gentleman."
…
Shi! Did I have a stroke? How much of an asshole can I be, my god?
To my luck Carlie giggles as her grin widens, and she leans down, her tongue flicking out.
She gives me a slow lick, as her right hand strokes me from base to tip. A shudder wracks my body, a groan tearing from my lips. She does it again, her tongue wrapping around my shaft, her eyes locked on mine.
"Mmm," she purrs, her voice vibrating through me. "You taste so good, Marcus."
All I can do is groan, my body shaking beneath her. She grins, her eyes never leaving mine as she takes me into her mouth. She's tentative at first, exploratory, her tongue swirling around my tip. But she quickly gains confidence, her head bobbing as she takes me deeper, her purrs vibrating through me.
"Oooh," I moan in pleasure.
I stretch my arm so I can thread my fingers through Carlie's hair, gripping tight. Her ears flick back, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she relaxes, submitting to my hold. I guide her head, pushing her down, forcing her to take me deeper. She gags slightly, but she doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down.
"That's it kitten," I whisper, in a husk tone. "Breathe through your nose."
She moans around me, the sound vibrating through my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure. I tighten my grip on her hair, holding her in place as I thrust up, fucking her mouth. She gags again, but she swallows around me, her throat convulsing, massaging my shaft.
"Fuck," I hiss, fucking the tigress mouth. "Such a good kitten."
Her ears flick forward at the praise, a low purr rumbling in her chest. She relaxes even more, giving me complete control. I take it, thrusting up into her mouth, using her for my pleasure. And she fucking loves it.
Her purrs grow louder, more insistent. Her body squirms, her hips grinding against the mattress. I can smell her arousal, thick and heady in the air. She's enjoying this as much as I am.
I hold her head down, forcing her to deep throat me. Her eyes lose focus. I groan, my body shaking, my balls drawing up tight.
I'm close, so fucking close.
"Good kittens..." I begin in a threatening tone. "Deserve milk."
Carlie's eyes widen, pupils dilating as she looks up at me with need. The mention of milk has her eager. With my dick I can feel her salivating.
She won't wait much longer.
Gripping her head with both hands, I pull her against me, my hips moving faster, meeting Carlie's mouth. I skull fuck her, my cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a brutal pace. She gags, but she doesn't fight it, letting me use her mouth for my pleasure.
Her purrs vibrate through me, growing louder, more insistent.
I'm close, so fucking close. My body tenses, my balls drawing up tight. I hold her head down, forcing her to deep throat me.
With a groan, I come undone. The first spurts hit the back of her throat, my cock buried deep in her mouth. I pull back slightly, just enough to fill her mouth with my cum. She coughs slightly, but she swallows, her eyes locked on mine, a look of pure bliss on her face.
Carlie's tongue laps at my cock, cleaning every last drop of cum. She's gentle, almost reverent, her eyes locked on mine. I can still see the hunger in them. She wants more.
I bring my hand to her head, stroking her soft fur. She leans into my touch as her tongue flicks out, licking my palm, her eyes never leaving mine.
"This is great, Marcus," she murmurs, her voice a husky purr. "Your touch, your smell, your warmth… your taste."
Her words send a jolt straight to my cock. I can feel it stirring, hardening again. She sees it too, her eyes widening.
"Marcus," she breathes, amazed. "A-Are you hard again?"
I chuckle at her.
"Seems like it." I cheer in pride.
With one hand I reach for my cock and point it in Carlie's direction and give it a few suggestive pumps.
"Does the kitten want more milk?"
Her eyes light up, her body trembling with excitement.
"But this time," I add with a shit-eating grin, "you won't get it in your mouth."
Her breath hitches, eyes widening.
"You want to p-put it inside me?" she stammers, voice barely above a whisper.
I nod, my smirk deepening.
"Every. Last. Inch."
She lays on her back quickly. Carlie's legs spread wide, knees bent, and feet planted firmly on the mattress. Her arms stretch out, paws clutching the sheets, knuckles white. Her chest heaves with each breath, her nipples hard beneath her fur. She's a vision of anticipation and need, her body ready and waiting.
I kneel between her thighs, my cock hard and aching. Her pussy is slick, glistening with her arousal, the scent of it thick in the air. I can see her folds quivering, her body desperate for this. I grip my shaft, lining myself up with her entrance.
"Please," she whimpers in need.
I look up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, but there's a hint of nervousness there too. I nod, offering her a reassuring smile.
"I promise, Carlie," I murmur. "I'll take care of you."
With that, I push forward, the tip of my cock slipping inside her. She tenses, a gasp escaping her lips. But I don't stop. I keep pushing, my member sinking deeper and deeper into her heat.
God, she's tight, so fucking tight. But she's also wet, her arousal easing the way. I sink into her with surprising ease after her initial resistance, her body stretching to accommodate me. I keep pushing until I'm fully sheathed, my hips pressed against hers.
A groan rumbles through me, my body shaking with the effort of holding still. She feels incredible, her walls clamping down around me, her heat enveloping me. I look down at her, her eyes closed, breath coming in short, sharp pants.
"Carlie," I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheek. "You're doing so good, kitten. So fucking good."
Her eyes flutter open, a soft smile playing on her lips. But then her brows furrow, a look of confusion passing over her face.
"Marcus," she begins, her voice hesitant. "I thought... I thought it would hurt more."
I expected blood too, and the lack of it throws me off. I frown, looking down at Carlie, her body stretched out beneath me, her cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with desire.
"Yeah," I begin, my voice hesitant. "Werent you a virgin?"
She squirms beneath me, her eyes darting away, ears flattening against her hair.
"I-I'm a virgen," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. Her cheeks flush a deeper red, embarrassment radiating off her in waves.
"Then why..." I start, but she cuts me off, words tumbling out in a rush.
"I broke my hymen a long time ago," she mumbles, still not looking at me. "I use... I use toys sometimes."
I blink, surprised. Then a slow grin spreads across my face.
"Really now?" I murmur, my voice a low rumble.
She nods, her ears flicking back and forth nervously.
"I'm sorry," she begins, but I cut her off, a laugh rumbling through me. "I'm sorry for being loser gonner."
"Sorry?" I say, grinning down at her. "Kitten, that's perfect."
Her eyes dart to mine, confusion swirling in their golden depths.
"Perfect?" she asks, her voice hesitant.
I nod, my grin widening.
"It means I don't have to hold back," I growl, my voice a low rumble.
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