Page 78 of Angels Fall

I pull her hair harder, drawing her neck further back as I hammer into her over and over again. She continues making her “meowing” sounds with each thrust, and I feel like I’m going to pass out from a lack of oxygen, because I keep forgetting to breathe.

I press into her, forcing her to straighten her body and go flush against the rock. My chest is flat upon her back and I can feel the soft fur of the fox tail on my thigh as I drive up and into her. One hand still fisting her hair, I place the other around her neck, just below her chin, and I can feel her pulse pounding in frantic time with my throbbing cock moving inside her. I squeeze her throat and she chokes out, “Yes.” I grip just enough for her to want it, but not enough to harm her.

Because I will never harm her. Not again. And I will never let her be harmed by anyone else. I will lay unforgiving waste to anyone who so much as sneezes too close to her and risks her catching a cold. I will rip off my own flesh and offer it in exchange for hers. I will walk through fire.

Whatever I have to do to see to it that she is safe, and happy, and free from pain, I will do. Whatever it takes. Whatever the cost. I will suffer for her, if there must be suffering. It will be a privilege.

She’s bending and lifting her knees, helping drive me into her as deeply as she can, the bouncing of her ass on my cock making the tail jounce and bounce along with it. As deep as we are underneath the world above, that’s how deeply I want to put myself inside her. The neon work-lights illuminating the uneven rocks around us cast broken shadows up and down the seemingly endless expanse of earth that disappears into blackness on either side.

“Does it feel good?” I moan out.

“Meow,” she groans back.

I smile and let go of her hair and throat, taking her by the hips once again, sliding myself out of her and turning her to face me.

“Where’d you go?” She pouts, her brow furrowing.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “This fox hunt isn’t over yet.”

She rolls her eyes. “You proud of that one?”

“Little bit,” I admit and grin. “I wanna see you. I wanna see your face,” I say.

She gets a darkly sexy grin and says, “Good.”

Now she pushes me back against the opposing wall and kisses my collar bone. She kisses my chest, as ever, taking her time with the traumatized skin that lives there. She reaches for my cock and massages it with her hand, still licking and kissing my stomach and chest, and—

“Fuck!” I shout. “That tickles!”

She steps back and blinks. “Seriously?” she asks.

“Yeah. Why?”

“Because I just bit the shit out of your nipple. Like really hard. It… tickles?”

I shrug and raise my eyebrows.

“You’re unreal,” she says.

“Thank you,” I say back, proudly.

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“I know.”

I slap my hands on her ass and pull her to me, kissing her like a wild animal. I keep kissing as I play with her tail, moving it in and out of her asshole as she gasps and moans. I touch her face with my free hand and let my fingers find their way into her mouth. She sucks on them, still jerking wantonly on the hilt of my cock as I work the metal stem that’s in her ass back and forth, around and around.

Her breathing accelerates and she starts shaking. I know what this foretells. I’ve been with her enough now to know the exact moment she’s going to come. I yank my fingers free from her mouth, and let them work themselves up into her pussy, stroking the inside of her walls as I continue forcing the tail deeper into her ass.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit,” she squeaks out. I punish the walls of her pussy more urgently, work the metal at the end of the fur hanging between her legs a little harder, and suddenly…

She is squirting all over me.

All over my fingers, all over my legs, all over my stomach, and as I finger her harder, trying to snap off my own wrist in the process, she keeps drenching us both.

The wailing moan that comes from within her seems to last for minutes, and the amount of wetness that’s pouring from her onto me rivals what’s happening with the rushing river outside. And it’s even more beautiful.

“OK! OK! Whoa, whoa. I gotcha,” I say, as she begins collapsing to the floor and I hold her around the waist, lowering her carefully to the ground. Once she’s all the way down, she slaps at my hands, unconsciously, and I pull them away, palms up. She’s still twitching and shivering, still leaking out onto the concrete, and I’m still as hard as the rocks in the wall and still smiling like a maniac.