Episode Six Newfound Bliss

A lliana

Luka presses his lips to mine. I've seen this on the old vids I stumbled onto from the Internet. Kisses. Luka is kissing me. Those plump, full lips brush against mine and my lids flutter closed at the intensity of it. This is so much sexier than fucking or sucking. Just this sweet touch of his skin on mine has my nipples pulled to hard, beaded points. My center is waking up, winking, quivering.

Luka sits back on his underwater perch and lifts me, placing my feet next to his hips, and standing me up so I'm half out of the water. Because of the difference in our sizes, it's easy for him to split my legs wider, dip his head, and lick between my legs.

I've had my lips on many antique male cocks, but no man's lips have ever touched me here. It is heaven. And to hear Luka's enthusiastic lip-smacking, I must taste like ambrosia.

His rough tongue laps at me, licking as far as his tongue can reach, dipping into my empty, aching core and flicking along the seam of my sex, all while he moans in satisfaction.

"Luka!" I exclaim in shock as pleasure builds in my pelvis. It's circling and swirling and gathering force.

When one finger, claw sheathed, presses into me, my eyes flash open in panic. The feeling is too good, it's overwhelming. When a second finger joins the first and he purrs and his burred tongue doesn't stop flicking, something bursts inside me. It's an explosion of bliss so full, so ripe, so overpowering my knees give out.

The only way I remain standing is because he's surrounding my hips with one hand and impaling me with the other. I try holding on for dear life to his furred shoulders, but still almost fall until his tail surrounds my waist to shore me up.

When my whole-body spasms ease, I drop to my knees, one on each side of his hips, dip my head to his shoulder and whimper. Luka tugs me close and croons to me. It must be an old folk tune, sung in such a rote way I can't make out the words, but it soothes me.

I don't have to ask what happened. I've seen dozens of men do this. They squirt into me, sometimes grunting their pleasure. It's my signal to find my gown and leave. I didn't know it could happen to women.

"Luka," I breathe into the lee of his neck. "Luka."

He kisses where his lips can reach—my neck, my shoulder, my cheek. His whiskers tickle, but that adds to the pleasure. His tail strokes along the channel of my spine. He's so tender, his kisses so sweet. The pleasure he bestowed was so deep. I wonder, could I be in love with him? That has to be crazy, right?

When he lifts me tenderly and carries me to the other side of the pool, I make a small noise of protest, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms. But he's tender as he sets my knees on a stone bench under the water, so I'm facing the main part of the cave.

He drapes me so my forearms support me on the edge of the pool, and he positions himself behind me.

"I'm going to claim you, Alliana. I want you to be mine."

I make no protest. There is no reason to. This is something I want as much as he does. Can I have this forever? I wonder. Maybe I'll never have to return to Up Above. Maybe I can stay here with sweet, feline Luka who will touch me tenderly and give my body shuddering bliss.

Luka slides his cock along my slit, which feels heavenly. It's only now that I notice the show in front of me. There's a small boulder between us and the nest of furs. The wolfman is draped over it, in a similar position to mine. Behind him is the minotaur, who is thrusting with short, deliberate pulses.

I have to give a moment's thought to male anatomy to realize what the minotaur must be doing to the wolf. Is he invading the male's back hole? Although it's shocking, the wolf doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he seems enthralled.

The minotaur is equally enraptured until he opens his odd eyes to glance at me. One is brown, one blue.

Earlier, I got the feeling he didn't like me, but his expression when he looks at me isn't disdain or disgust. It seems like hatred.

He becomes more aggressive with each thrust, grunting every time he drives all the way inside his partner. He seems to have forgotten there's a living, breathing male underneath him because his focus seems intent on me. With each rigid stroke, the look he gives me makes a statement.

" Take that ," he seems to say. " You. Don't. Belong. Here ." Then he fucks harder and faster, the wolfman underneath him howling in pain—no pleasure—until the wolf's eyes roll to the back of his head as he growls his delight.

The minotaur bellows as he releases, gives me one last, harsh look, then he falls onto his partner's back and kisses his mouth, invading him with his tongue.

Luka spears into me in one long plunge, pulling a pleasured moan from me. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the minotaur, who I'm certain is watching me.

Luka's strokes are delicious inside my body as his furred tail reaches around me to flick my clit. It should disgust me—the tail, the fur, the fangs, but it's delicious. So affectionate and arousing. I explode again, this time feeling my walls clench against Luka's thick, ribbed cock.

For the second time in just these few minutes, Luka cuddles me against his chest as he purrs and croons to me. He strokes me as if I were the furry pet and not him.