Chapter 3 #7
Cy growled and rolled us to our sides. Grabbing my leg, he bent it at the knee, until my thigh was pressing to me tight.
He gave a deep thrust, twisted, the action adjusting where he was, and kept this up, shoving deep, rotating a little, until he’d fucked himself all the way around, positioning himself at my back.
I had a mental image of my insides being twisted but his ram and rotate wasn’t causing me any kind of pain or discomfort.
Wrapping an arm around my stomach, he crawled us up the bed, until he could reach over and flip the switch on the lamp off.
“What in the world are we- you- I mean, I guess this is a we thing, isn’t it?” Shaking my head, I repeated, “What are we doing?”
“Cy turn claim,” he purred, right as the light clicked off and we were plunged into darkness.
“And this involves the cover of darkness and doggy style?” I questioned.
“Yes,” he said simply, like he was glad I understood.
“I don’t know if I can survive another round. My lady parts might collapse, or your penis might explode.”
Cy chuckled at that nonsense as he sat up behind me and urged me to curl my legs under me and drop down so my ass was in the air.
I’d admit I was equal parts curious, horny, and a smidge excited by his words.
He wanted to claim me. It would be nice to feel a little claimed right about now.
I hated feeling alone. Cy made me feel anything but.
Cy made me feel a lot of things— scared amongst them, but not in this moment. I was anything but scared right now.
Cy shivered as he began to smooth his hands over my backside, up my back. His hands were so warm. They felt even warmer as the purr rumbling from him kind of stuttered? Chittered? I couldn’t quite describe it. A purring chitter, I guess I’d call it.
“So beautiful, my Pru,” he chitter-purred.
“I knew you were an ass-man,” I teased, then wiggled said bottom a little.
Cy began to slip free of me then, uncorking everything our little lock up had been holding back. Cy groaned as his thick member slipped free for a moment and wetly slapped against my inner thigh.
“So beautiful,” he garbled out, his voice deepening until it was just shy of gravelly. A thick finger brushed my pussy lips, sliding through that wetness, to tease my clit.
This was kind of strange for me, embarrassingly intimate until I was lost to the moment and the idea of him staring at that most intimate part of me was lost to the pleasure his actions and words were giving me.
How well could he see without the light on anyway?
His reaction was guided by touch, I reminded myself.
“Want Cy?” he rumbled softly as he teased me beyond reason, until I was a gasping, twitching mess.
“Yes,” I responded breathlessly as I squeezed the pillow I had my arms wrapped around in a death grip.
“Want Cy where?”
“There. Right there.” A moan escaped me as he teased my clit and a finger smoothed over my slit. I was so wet loud squelches issued as he dipped a finger in just a little, just the tip, to slip it back out and rub the spot teasingly once more.
“Here?” His chuckle was dark, deep, as he ran the back of his finger along my aching sex.
A growl left me, followed by an irritated huff he purred in response to. “I want you to fuck me, right there, in my lady bits, with that monster you call a peen, until we both see Jesus. I don’t think it can get any clearer than that!”
“Pru Cy’s?” he purred.
“Ruin me for all other men, and I’ll be yours forever. I’ll tell everyone,” I shot back.
Cy made a noise that gave me the impression he was agreeing to my terms, as if they were reasonable to him.
“‘Kay.” That short, simple, one word answer, and then he was lining us up and pressing his thickness home with a groan, and draping himself over me.
Thick fingers slid beneath me, cupping my breasts and lifting me up as he bottomed out. My back was plastered to his chest. My fingers fell over his, wondering if it was just me or if he felt more fuzzy wuzzy to me.
That chittering purr started up as he began to move.
He was purring so hard I’d swear I could feel it all the way down past our groins, going so deep I felt it vibrating from him and directly where he was deep inside me.
Cy wasn’t taking his time. He immediately began pounding into me, so hard, fast, and deep, it made all those other times feel like amateur hour.
My fingers tightened over his. One of his hands slid up, to my throat, and he held me there, immobile, as he fucked me senseless.
It felt so good I trembled, feeling like a trapped rabbit and yet I never wanted it to end.
Cy’s teeth sank deeply into a spot near the back of my neck and I cried out.
He moved faster, to the point I wondered if I was imagining it or if he was just that good.
I was on the cusp of finding my release when he dipped us a little, changing the angle, and I felt something bump my clit with every swift, deep, upward thrust.
He was still growling, that vibration thing still going like his dick was a vibrator. Whatever was pressing along my clit was the final straw.
When I came this very last time, I screamed myself hoarse, collapsing in Cy’s arms as he came, snarling into my flesh, right along with me.
When I came to this time, I had to have been out for a bit. The heavy weight atop me of the slumbering sex monster that’d just ravaged me was proof enough of that.
“Ugh. Cy? You’re crushing me,” I grumbled.
Struggling to roll him off of me, I shivered as his thickness slipped free and he did that chittering purr thing but didn’t wake up.
“Cy?” Giving him a little shake, I bit my lip.
Dipping my head, one of my hands pressed over his pec while I placed my ear to his chest.
He was breathing, his heartbeat was strong. Was he okay?
Curling up into his side, I gave him a minute. My fingers made swirly patterns all over his chest that he responded to with soft, purring rumble that interrupted that near constant soft, chittering rumble.
Wondering if he’d feel weird laying here naked with me like that, exposed, I sat up and began to scoot towards the end of the bed, ready to grab a spare sheet when I shifted my weight and he just shot up with a shout.
His shout was met with my shriek, and then nothing as I lost my balance and tumbled off the side of the bed.
Curses flew from my mouth as I rolled to my side to cup my wood floor bitch-slapped, aching butt cheek. “Ow,” I grunted out with a wince. “That’s absolutely gonna leave a mark.”
“Pru?!” Cy sounded alarmed, half panicked.
“Down here,” I called out with a grimace.
There was a series of grunting noises and the bed creaked. It took a minute for the light to come on.
Cy frowned over the side of the bed at me. The man was sporting a wild mop of sleepy guinea pig bed head.
“Could be worse,” I muttered as I accepted the hand he held out to yank me to my feet, “you could have mule kicked me off the bed instead of scaring the spit out of me.”
Instead of a witty comeback, telling me it was my fault, Cy surprised me. With a sympathetic noise, he turned me to examine the damage. “What’s the diagnosis, doc? Raw hamburger, floor burn, or quit being a baby, it’s not that bad?”
His frown deepened as he smoothed a hand over the spot and I winced. Leaning in for a closer look, he pressed a kiss to the spot.
“Is saliva really the best option for an open wound?” I wondered aloud. I wasn’t just wondering about my chafed ass.
Cy wrapped his arms around my waist and tugged me towards him. Nuzzling an unmarked spot on my shoulder, he started peppering sweet little kisses up my throat. It was just shy of tickling. “No want Cy kiss it better?” he purred against my skin as gooseflesh cropped up along my body.
“Depends,” I muttered as I melted against him and closed my eyes.
Cy moved slowly, bringing us down on the bed, on our sides.
Cy paused in his sweet kisses turned to nibbles just below my ear. “‘Pends what?”
Cracking an eye open, I stole a peek in his direction. “Can I kiss you too?” My cheeks flamed. I didn’t care.
Cy’s purr cut off on a garbled, choked noise. “Want- Want kiss Cy?”
My face may just melt off on this one. “Is- Is that okay? I mean, are you okay with that?”
Cy made a spluttering sound that sounded like he was mouth farting.
“That ‘kay? That ‘kay? My Pru say, that ‘kay.” Sitting up to peer down over me, Cy gave me an incredulous look, rolling right over me, to flop down beside me.
Sprawling out, his not so little friend stood up proudly like a flag pole.
Cy’s body hair issue didn’t seem to reach his groin, his foreskin as pale as the skin beneath all that fur. “This how ‘kay Cy is, my Pru wants to kiss Cy there.” Pointing at his junk, he glanced my way.
Studying him, I smiled teasingly, “Where is it, exactly, you want me to kiss you?”
Cy gave me a look. “No funnings.”
My lips twitched as I forced a smile back. “Who says I’m funning?” My eyes widened innocently and my gaze slid around the room.
Taking my hand, Cy slapped it to his impatient friend. One touch, my fingers barely brushing him, and he groaned as if I’d just wrapped my fingers around him and gave it a pump.
Eyeing him, I did just that, unsure if I was doing this right because this was honestly my first time attempting a handy.
The noises Cy was making made me feel pretty confident I was doing something right. The way he began to tremble, growl, and groan as I worked him, even more so.
Emboldened by his responses, I leaned over him and took the tip of him into my mouth. The taste of our combined pleasure hit my tongue.
Cy let out a shocked shout as I took more of him, my hand working what my mouth wasn’t, and that was all the warning I got.
Salty, tangy thickness flooded my mouth. Pulling back a little until just the head remained, I tried to catch all of it. I heard the bedding tear and hoped it was because Cy was having the time of his life.
But then it all ended far too soon with a snarl and a hand at my shoulder jerking me free.
“Hey, what gives?!” I protested as I licked my lips.
“MINE!” Cy had me on my back, grabbing my legs as he moved to the side of the bed, shoving them up so my feet were near his ears, to enter me in one smooth, harsh thrust. I was already hot and bothered from teasing Cy to completion.
He growled as he drove into the wetness that greeted him, still coming in thick, ropey streams. “Mine,” he muttered, chanting it over and over as he took me hard and fast, just the way I liked it.
I came with a soft cry this time but my orgasm was no less intense. I was starting to lose my voice from all this insanity and it was showing.
“Kiss me later,” I mumbled as he did that ram and rotate combination of before, so we could spoon and cuddle on our sides on the bed.
Cy’s breaths were heavy, puffing out along the top of my head as we both struggled to catch our breaths. “In bit,” he agreed.
A shiver that had nothing to do with sexy times took me. Cy lifted up and grabbed the quilt that had started to slide down the end of my bed and dragged it over us.
“You’re so warm,” I mumbled on a yawn. “And snuggly,” I added without thought.
“Pru mine,” he purred, wrapping an arm around me to take my hand and hold it.
“I don’t want to move,” I tiredly grumbled. “Let’s just stay like this, just like this… forever.” My words grew slurred as my eyelids grew heavy. I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure I’d finished that sentence.
The happy purr-rumble Cy let loose made me think I had. Either way, he appeared to agree wholeheartedly.