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The Christmas Hunt

Lupo's werewolf curse is strong, pushing his control to the limit. His partner Caterina tries to help him quench his need to hunt, but the weather is too cold for her. When their anthro friends visit for Christmas, Lupo and Lara (lupine anthro) have their own new Christmas ritual. After gifts, Lara lets Lupo hunt her down and take her, then they catch and eat their own Christmas dinner.

[Author's Note] This story includes characters introduced in two of my Krakentober stories. Caterina and Lupo are from Day 10, Lara and Clover (unnamed in that story) are from Day 5. You don't need to have read these stories for this to make sense. *** Warnings *** This story contains two wolf-like characters hunting and killing a wild deer. Proofreaders have called it "sensual but not sexualized". My intention is to show the strong hunting instinct these two characters have, that leads to the occasional need to catch and eat their own food. There's no sex involved in the hunt, or in the catching. The deer is a normal Earth deer, the kind people in our reality hunt and eat every winter. If you want to skip this section, it starts with "You wake up later, still in the middle of the night, covered in an inch of snow. Your stomach growls. You poke Lupo with your snout, and he stretches in a very canine fashion." and runs up to the next section break indicated by "~ ~ ~". Ctrl+F should do the trick. Additionally, the first part of the story is told in past tense Third Person Limited (he said she said, no info about anyone's inner thoughts except for the main POV character). Once we switch to Lara's POV, the rest of the story switches to present tense Second Person (you say, she says).

Caterina pushed the door to their cabin open with her butt, holding two large bags of groceries precariously balanced in her arms. The door was unlocked as always. No one ventured out this far into the woods, and their home security was… well, let's just say most home invaders would find religion before they managed to get away.

She kicked her boots off in the mudroom, heading to the kitchen to put away the perishables. A low growl sounded from a dark corner of the house. Despite herself she started. In the shadows, Caterina could just about make out the silhouette of a gigantic wolf. Bright, glowing yellow eyes peered at her from the depths of blackness. A flash of white fangs accompanied a deeper, louder growl as Caterina stepped into the living room on her way to the kitchen. Caterina shifted the grocery bags to one arm, almost dropping one.

The dark shape leapt, easily clearing the coffee table and knocking a recliner over with a loud crash. Cat held up her now free hand, palm out to the rapidly approaching monster in her living room.

"EH EH! Let me put the groceries away first! I told you I'd be home late."

The large black shape skidded to a halt in front of her, breathing hard. Cat recognized the hunger in its eyes, knowing it wasn't for the raw meat that filled one of the two bags to the brim. She pushed its nose away with her open palm, ignoring the inch and a half long cuspids pressing against the ball of her hand.

"Groceries first. They'll spoil."

The monster pushed at her hand, trying to get at her, but she pushed it away firmly before turning around.

"And don't you dare rip my pants, Lupo. I just got these!" Cat said as she took the first step towards the kitchen. A very rude nose pushed between her butt cheeks before she could take her second. Lupo snorted as he breathed, his nose squished up as he tried to push through the fabric, pushing her forward into the kitchen.

Cat shoved the big bag of meat straight into the fridge, knowing his patience wouldn't last. The couple of perishables in the second bag went in there too, and she set the rest on the counter to be dealt with later.

"The guy at the deli was wondering what kind of party I was throwing with this amount of meat. Expensive too. Would it kill you to bring some venison home next time you go hunting instead of just gobbling the entire deer up? When are you going again?"

"Hunt." Lupo's growl was almost a word. Guttural, rough, but easy to follow for her now. "Outside. Chase."

Cat knew what he meant. He wanted to hunt her, chase her through the woods and take her when he caught her. "No way, buddy. There's two feet of snow, I wouldn't even make it to the edge of the clearing, and I'd have frostbite by the time you were done with me."

"Hunt!" He was more insistent this time, bouncing up and down on his front paws. "Hunt! Hunt!"

Caterina pushed him back, pulling her pants down once she had enough room to move. Hopefully, his need to hunt would be forgotten when he got a taste of—

"Eek! That nose is fucking COLD, you ass. Oh, fuck."

Lupo pressed his snout against her, sending his tongue probing deep inside. She could feel his cuspids press into her labia, the tips a hair away from drawing blood as his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through her. She tangled her fingers in the shaggy, jet black fur on top of his head.

"Fuck, yes," she moaned.

Just as she was getting close, he pulled away from her. She tried to pull him closer again, but he held firm. The asshole was clearly hoping this would convince her to give in to being hunted today.

"Chase! Hunt!"

"You can chase me to the bedroom, okay?"

"Hunt outside."

"What is with you today, huh? The moon isn't even full yet! I'll freeze to death. Wait till Lara's here later, she's built for this weather. Maybe she'll be up for a hunt."

"Yes, chase!" Lupo said, taking a step back.

"To the bedroom," Caterina said firmly. "And maybe Lara later, if she wants. Don't tackle me on the stairs, remember?"

"Yes, yes, chase, chase!" Lupo bounced excitedly.

Caterina bent down to take her socks off, then tossed them at Lupo to distract him as she sprinted for the stairs. She grabbed onto the door frame to make the tight corner, feeling the wind as Lupo skidded past and into the back of the couch. Despite having been together for a couple of years now, and this happening every full moon, getting chased still got her blood pumping. He was so big and vicious. Millions of years of evolution had told her hind brain that he was absolutely terrifying. He'd never hurt her more than she wanted him to, but her adrenal system didn't care one bit.

Caterina took the stairs two at a time. She could see the bedroom up ahead, and as much as she wanted Lupo to catch her, she didn't relish the bruises on her knees if he caught her in the hallway. She managed another tight corner into the bedroom just as Lupo caught up. He tried to stop, but just ended up bunching up the runner they'd put down when the weather changed, sliding further down the hall. Caterina screamed, not out of fear, just thoroughly absorbed in her role. She waited until she heard him scramble up, then started backing towards the bed.

"No, stay away! No, no!" Caterina pleaded as he prowled around the edge of the doorframe, knowing she was trapped. She could see the lust in Lupo's eyes, felt it reflected in herself. The two of them had an active sex-life, yet she still relished the intensity he had during the full moon. Long years before she'd met him one terrifying night in the woods, she'd masturbated frequently to just this fantasy, being taken by a werewolf in the heat of passion, helpless and given over completely to satiating both of their burning lust for release. The reality had proved even better than she'd dared dream, finding a compassionate and kind person behind the fangs and fur and claws. Caterina bit her lip. And that knot, oh fuck…

"No, please!" Caterina whimpered as she backed against the bed. She turned and crawled up onto it, seeing Lupo leap for her from the corner of her eye as she turned around. Her yelp was only half-feigned when he crashed into her from behind, crushing her into the mattress. He thrust at her wildly, her prone position leaving his cock sliding along her butt and lower back.

Caterina grinned at herself. She knew he could position her just the way he wanted, but he didn't. Maybe he was hoping for more of a chase, but after running errands all day, and still having to make dinner for their guests, she wasn't in the mood for anything long and drawn out. She'd been getting hornier and hornier all day too, thinking about what Lupo was going to do to her when she got home. Besides, he'd wreck half the house if she let him chase her about.

Keeping up the kayfabe, she tried to crawl away from him, pushing her legs up under herself and raising her butt in the air. A bit of a struggle, then she'd lift her butt higher and—

Caterina grunted as he found her cunt unexpectedly. His lust, driven to unimaginable heights by his curse, compelled Lupo to plunge deep into her in one massive stroke. She knew he would, but hadn't been expecting it yet. The sudden intrusion almost drove the air out of her lungs, her insides protesting loudly as he pulled back and started thrusting.

The rough treatment was exactly what she'd been hoping for all day though, and quickly enough he had her moaning loudly. Lupo wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in closer as he shifted on the bed to get a better angle. His cock was big, in this form at least, but she was used to him by now. Every inch of her felt full under his merciless onslaught as he pounded her with an animal ferocity she would never tire of.

Caterina whimpered, completely helpless in the face of his strength, loving every second of it. She felt her first orgasm approaching, and when she felt his jaws around her neck, the sharp points of pain built on her ecstasy instead of dispelling it. The helpless feeling of being completely at his mercy drove her over the edge hard, and she screamed his name.

"Yes, come for me," Lupo growled, his speech more coherent as his magical lust was getting sated.

Caterina lost herself in him, in his intense fucking. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, tangled in the thick fur of his neck as she reached back to pull him closer, clung to his paws around her waist. Her pleasure peaked again and again, until she lost track of who and what she was.

She felt his knot growing with every stroke, stretching her wider every time he plunged into her. The pleasure was overwhelming, but somehow she managed to claw enough control back to try to push him away a little.

Her voice was tiny in her own ears, her protests feeble, as she said, "No, don't knot me, Lara and—"

With a final grunt from Lupo, she felt heat flood her as he rammed himself all the way home. Ecstasy crashed through her like a tidal wave, tiny pinpricks of pain where his claws dug into her abdomen providing the perfect counterbalance. She lost touch with the world, everything blurring and fading, until everything that existed was the heat of him deep inside.

After she came back, Cat muttered "Ass". She stroked the side of his face, softening her rebuke. She loved these moments. He was still so deep inside of her, his cock still twitching and filling her with more come. She'd asked what this felt like for him. He'd described it as less intense than the first peak, but still incredibly pleasurable, and that just made it all the better for her.

"Sorry." Lupo actually sounded contrite. "I got lost in the moment."

"Mmm, me too. You okay for tonight? Need to hunt still?"

"I think I am, thank you." He pressed his large head against her. "I don't know why it's so strong today."

"You think Lara will be up for a good chase tomorrow?" At the mention of chasing Lara, she could feel his cock stiffen and heard his breath catch.

"When are they getting here?" Lupo asked. Cat could hear the hunger deep underneath the words.

"About two hours, if they didn't forget about dayli—"

A whoosh and a crackle of lightning outside announced their friends arrival.

Caterina swore. "Quick, think of baseball."

~ ~ ~

Cold white moonlight reflected off the snow around Lupo and Cat's cabin. You grin to yourself. That is almost a full moon. Would Lupo be up for a chase?

"Are you sure we're not early?" Clover asks.

"Not much, I think. Maybe a little."

You sniff the air. Clean and cold. There's deer, but not close. No other wolves nearby either, this place absolutely reeks of Lupo, and your distant relatives clearly decided that was a good enough reason to stay far, far away. No cooking smells yet either.

Something in the air makes you want to drop to all fours and howl and bark to call Lupo to hunt. Chase down a deer together and tackle it, feel its blood gush through your teeth as you rip its throat out then eat your fill and sleep curled up in the snow together. You catch yourself halfway to the ground, the howl already forming deep inside.

"You okay, love?" Clover sounds worried. Most of the anxiety that used to be in her voice is gone. She used to be so timid, but since the amazing night the two of you met Lupo and Cat, she's slowly been gaining confidence and losing some of her prey tendencies. It's taken a lot of hard work on her part, and you're super proud of your love.

"Mmm, yes, sorry." You straighten back up and pull your bunny close, pressing your nose between her ears. "Something about the fresh air here just…"

Clover clings to you briefly, nuzzling into the thick fur around your neck. You're glad your winter coat came in thick this year as you see her breath fog.

"Come on, let's get inside. You're not built for this weather."

Clover plucks idly at some of the fur sticking out between your t-shirt and shorts and grins at you. "I've got you to keep me warm."

You walk in through the front door and kick off your shoes, putting them next to Cat and Lupo's shoes. They still look so weird to you, plantigrade feet feeling very strange to someone who grew up with mostly digitigrade peers. You can smell the meat Cat must've brought home, then grin as you smell why your hosts aren't there to greet you.

"I think they're upstairs," you subvocalize. Clovers ears are truly something else, and you've learned to never underestimate them.

Clover whispers back a bit louder, knowing your hearing is still sharp but not as sharp as hers. "I told you we were early. Look at the clock!"

"Oops." You don't even have to look. You know you're early. They change the clocks here twice a year for some odd reason, and you knew Clover probably wouldn't remember. You'd actually hoped to be here for Lupo's transformation.

"You butt. You knew, didn't you?"

You kiss the top of Clovers head again, and she reluctantly folds herself into your embrace.

"You're that excited, huh?" Clover speaks softly, no longer whispering.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. We can help Cat cook. Be careful when you go out though, okay? I worry about you in this world. They hunt wolves here."

You smell the worry on your love, not as overpowering as it used to be, but still there. She wouldn't be who she was without, and this isn't an unfounded worry.

"We're always careful."

Clover pulls away and turns towards the stairs, raising her voice. "We're here, sorry we're early! We'll get ourselves something to drink. No rush, okay?"

About twenty minutes later, a sheepish Caterina comes downstairs in sweat pants and her hair tousled. She's got scratches from Lupo's claws on her side, that she covers by pulling her shirt down quickly. The stairs creak as Lupo makes his way down, his fur badly stuffed into human clothes.

"We're going shopping next time you visit our place, big guy." You look him up and down. "We've got a big and tall store in the city center."

You give him a big hug, enjoying the feeling of being small for a change. He doesn't quite tower over you, but you so rarely have to look up at people. He smells odd, a combination of human and wolf, but right now he mostly smells of sex. You feel the intensity in his hug, and grin at him when you break apart. You see in his eyes what he wants, and you let him see the same intensity in you for a brief second before pushing away and walking back over to your love.

The four of you hang around in the living room, chatting and discussing plans for the next couple of days. You keep catching Lupo staring at you. You can't help your tail wagging every time you do, which just encourages him. You have to force your tail back to center quite often too, whenever your mind wanders autonomic responses kick in and move it out of the way so you are ready for him. It's deeply embarrassing, and you hope your hosts don't know what it means. Clover clearly does, but she luckily just smirks at you every time you catch her eye.

Caterina starts dinner, and after a few minutes, Clover goes to help her in the kitchen. That leaves you sitting around with Lupo, eyeing him up and down. He still looks ridiculous in clothing not made to go over fur, but for some reason that just makes him look more delicious. His body shape is a bit unfamiliar, but in a world with thousands of sentient species, that's never been something that's been a concern for you.

You tense a little every time he moves. There's a feeling in the air, like a coiled spring, a predator ready to strike. You can feel his restraint too, no doubt strengthened by his session with Cat before you and Clover arrived.

"How are you holding up?" you ask as his grip on the armrest tightens.

"I'll be okay for tonight. A bit worried about the full moon tomorrow though."

"Oh, that's tomorrow? I didn't know," you lie. "Worried about what?"

Lupo's grin tells you he's at least learned to smell a lie, but he lets you get away with it. You keep track of this realm's oddly fast lunar orbit quite carefully. The moon here very much looks like your own, but it's cycles are a couple of days quicker. Theirs is a bit bigger too, and it's missing one of the maria.

"I don't know why, but the urge to chase and hunt is very strong this month. It had me nearly inarticulate earlier, before— Well, you know. Caterina usually enjoys hunting, especially when I give her a a head start, but it's too cold out for her and—"

"Hmm, that is a big dilemma," you tease. Your traitorous tail betrays your intentions, thumping against the chair. "Seems like you need someone who's built to run and can stand this weather, huh?"

"Know anyone like that who might be interested in helping me out?" Lupo grins at you, spotting your wagging tail and the grin on your face. He's gotten so much better at reading your and Clover's body language over the last year.

"I think I might, I think I might."

"As always, no pressure, remember? I can just lock myself in the basement when the moon's out until it's off full enough."

"Don't you dare, I've been looking forward to this all week."

You hear the wood of Lupo's chair creak as he grips the arm wrest even tighter. He's got an iron grip on his curse right now, but you can see it needs to be let out soon. You feel his lust radiate from him, his need to hunt you down and make you his. The feeling fuels your own desire. Your clothes suddenly feel restrictive. Sitting in a chair feels unnatural. You see flashes of snowy plains in your mind's eye, feel the wind rushing past you, the ice cold ground under your paws. You long to tear your clothing off and return to the wild, live off what you can catch and spend long days roaming and napping and playing with your pack.

With an effort, you get a grip on yourself. You close your eyes, despite the ferocity you feel radiating off Lupo. You know what he wants, but his intensity makes it feel as if he wanted to hunt you and kill you.

"If Clover and Cat hadn't started dinner yet," you manage, a little hoarse. You trail off, leaving the thought unfinished.

Lupo visibly gathers himself. "Yes, it'd be a shame to—" He swallows. "Running on a full stomach is—"

You feel his eyes undressing you, and you wish he actually could just make your clothes vanish. Just as you're about to get up and get yourself some Lupo-shaped appetizer, Clover calls from the kitchen.

"Lara, come check if your meat's done enough!"

Your ears fold flat, as if you've been caught doing something you shouldn't have been doing. You smile ruefully at Lupo, and walk over to the kitchen.

"If it's still mooing, that's cooked enough for me," you joke.

The smell in the kitchen is absolutely amazing. You smell blood, still fresh. The coppery smell makes your mouth water. You swallow before you start drooling on the kitchen floor. Along with the barely-cooked meat, Cat has prepared some lightly seasoned and thoroughly cooked veggies. Carrots, beans wrapped in bacon, and squash with big globs of butter. There's more al-dente versions for herself, and vegetarian ones Clover.

Cat is pushing several large, thick steaks around in a big frying pan. She's seared the outsides, and is now heating them on the lowest setting to get the insides up to temperature. The brown outside gives off its own delicious smell. Cat's managed to get a good feel for how you and Lupo both like your meat. Seared, warm, but still entirely raw inside. You thank evolution for leaving your sturdy GI tract in place. Cat has to worry about way more food borne illness than you do.

Clover pushes your jaw shut with a click. "It's rude to drool on your host's kitchen floor, love."

"Looks absolutely perfect to me, Cat," you say, ignoring Clover other than to pull her into you with one arm.

The four of you sit down for dinner. You desperately want to tear into the steaks on your plate, rending the flesh with your carnassials, swallowing huge chunks, but you force yourself to sit and use fork and knife, wiping your mouth with a napkin. Odd that so much is different between your realms, but dinner etiquette is pretty similar. Normally, it isn't such a struggle to stay civilized, the wolf is normally buried deep, but this time with the wilderness just outside, and Lupo so close, so intensively under the sway of his curse, it's taking a lot of effort.

Conversation is friendly, everyone catching the group up on what has been going on in their lives recently. Lupo has a big new client, Clover managed to convince a figure from yet another realm to come speak at her work about the legendary role he had in a rescue operation hundreds of years ago, Caterina had started a new job. You force your way through talking about your promotion, but it takes a lot of effort not to swipe the table clear and leap over it onto Lupo. He's looking at you as if he knows exactly what you're thinking. He has a death grip on the edge of the table, and his bright yellow eyes seem to bore deep into your core.

Cat's made a cake for dessert, and you have a small slice. Focusing on taking small, delicate bites with the tiny fork helps you regain some of your composure. The flavor is delicate and not too sweet, with an extra thick layer of buttercream.

After dinner, you all retreat to the living room. You feel Lupo's eyes on you as you walk ahead of him. You can feel the intensity of his gaze on your butt. Your tail wags involuntarily.

All through the board game the four of you play, and the movie afterwards, you can only focus on the thought of the hunt tomorrow. You're not sure which you're more excited for, being hunted and taken, or catching dinner together after.

Later, in bed with Clover, you let her feel every drop of your anticipation. You hope the two of you don't keep Caterina and Lupo up too late as you wring every ounce of pleasure out of Clover until she can finally no longer stay quiet and cries out in ecstasy.

~ ~ ~

The next day, the four of you do what Cat calls "a proper Christmas". She's put oversized socks on the mantle, monogrammed and full of little presents for everyone. After opening those after breakfast, the four of you spend time together chatting, watching movies, playing board games, and reading silently in each other's company, before exchanging gifts late afternoon.

You grin as Lupo tries on the clothing you got him. It fits him so much better than his worn out overstretched t-shirt and dingy sweatpants he wears normally.

"This doesn't mean we aren't going shopping for more when you visit, buddy," you tell him. "You're gonna need more if you ever want to look decent out in public."

Clover is absolutely over the moon with her present from Lupo and Caterina. She's really gotten into movies made on this side of the divide, but until now you haven't really had any way to take any of them home. Lots of the tech here has equivalents in your own realm, but it's all just different enough to be completely incompatible. Caterina and Lupo splurged, getting Clover a laptop with a hard drive full of movies, a portable monitor and speaker so she doesn't have to peer at a tiny screen or listen to tinny speakers, and the solar setup to charge it all up.

The mundanity and friendly togetherness of the morning and then the gift exchange lets you ignore the building anticipation well enough, but after the gifts are unwrapped and the paper cleared, you feel it building again hard and fast. Lupo is giving Clover a crash course in how to hook everything up to the laptop, and how to troubleshoot some basic problems, but all you can do is stare at him. He looks good in his new outfit, the clothes emphasizing how attractive he is, how powerful his build is.

By the time Cat suggests you all start working on dinner, you're ready to explode. Every fiber of your being aches for Lupo to hunt you down and take you. He'll have to earn it of course, but the chase is at least half the fun. Your eyes slide down the front of Lupo, to the bulge of his cock, and you lick your lips involuntarily.

The idea of filling your belly with the delicious steak and well cooked and spiced vegetables Cat probably has planned for dinner fills you with trepidation. You don't feel like you can turn it down, but you want your stomach to be empty if you're going to be sprinting across the plains with Lupo in hot pursuit.

"I think these two have something to get out of their system first." You hear the smirk through Clover's words, and your ears lie back in embarrassment. "I doubt they want to go charging through the undergrowth with a belly full of dinner."

Lupo looks at you and your shame is soon forgotten when you see how much he has to strain to hold back. You can see the anticipation in his eyes, feel his lust for you, for the hunt. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"I think they do. Are you two going to be back at all tonight? Are you taking care of dinner yourselves?" Caterina smiles at you, which just makes you feel more guilty.

"You want to catch dinner together after?" Lupo asks.

You feel the same drive you felt when you arrived. The need to run and chase and hunt and catch and devour. To feel life's blood draining from your prey, to gorge yourself and sleep in the snow. Something about this place, about this time of year, brings out the feral side of you.

"Yes. Sorry."

The apology sounds wholly inadequate. You and Clover were visiting for Christmas, an important holiday here, one that's supposed to be about togetherness and family, and now you're ditching dinner and stealing your host's partner away to have him hunt you down and fuck you, and then to stalk the local wildlife and stay out all night, before coming back covered in blood. You open your mouth to apologize, say you'll be back soon, you'll bring back a meal and help clean and prepare it and—

Caterina gets up from her chair and walks over to you, crouching next to you and taking your hands in her own. "He's pretty wild today. If you go west, there's no other humans for at least a hundred miles. Be safe, okay? Any meat in the fridge is fair game if you get back late and you're hungry, otherwise we'll see you two in the morning. Clover and I will be fine here together."

You give Cat a quick hug and press your nose against her forehead. "Thank you. I'll make it up to you."

Cat hugs you tight and buries her face in your fur. "Nothing to make up for, you're doing me a huge favor."

Cat lets go and you immediately start stripping off your clothes. They'll only be in the way and your fur is plenty thick for this weather.

"Thank you," you whisper to Clover, who just grins at you.

"Don't let him win too easily, okay?"

"Oh, I won't."

She kisses you, and for a second the hunt is forgotten. There's an undeniable fire in your love's kiss, bright and intense like a stoked forge. Almost you ask her to join Lupo, to hunt you down together, but you know she'll be cold and hungry, and Cat will be lonely.

"Will you be okay without me?"

"Mm-hmm. Besides, I've got Caterina. Go have fun, but be safe. I love you."

"I love you too."

You slip your pants off, tossing them on your chair with the rest of your clothes and look over at Lupo. Caterina is still helping him out of his shirt, his underwear hanging around his knees, caught in his scruffy fur. Slowly you creep closer to the door, and when Caterina pulls the shirt up over his snout, you dash through, shutting it behind you and dropping to all fours.

You throw your head back and howl, a sound that has been building deep inside you for hours now finally let free. The clear note rings in the cold winter air. You inhale deeply, relishing the cold air as it burns its way through your nose, telling you exactly what's going on around you. A skunk passed by a few days ago, and there's bunnies not far away. A brave solitary deer crossed the field behind the cabin in the last hour. You marvel at its bravery, and your own obliviousness. Lupo was just too distracting, or you would have at least noticed. Wood smoke from the cabin obscures a lot more details.

Your howl is answered from inside the cabin. You find a moment to wince for poor Clover's hearing, but stretch your legs and start at an easy trot you can maintain all day. The wind in your fur feels amazing, as does the cold snow on your bare paws, and you can't suppress an excited yip, a call to have fun together, to run and be free, to relish in your body's ability to go fast and be agile and fly low across the plains.

You switch to a gallop when you hear a crash behind you. Your last thought of civilization is a hope that Lupo didn't break his door, and then you're off, a silver streak crashing through the woods. You bark at first until you're sure Lupo has your trail, then focus on running. The dim light is enough for you to go top speed, leaping fallen logs and thickets of undergrowth. You duck and weave, letting Lupo catch up a bit, but speed up when he's close. You can outpace him easily, you've been exercising a lot recently and he's built for strength, not speed like you are. You'd have a real advantage on the plains, but even in the woods you're faster.

He's big, significantly bigger than you, so normally you'd expect him to tire long before you do, but previous hunts have taught you that he's got excellent stamina. It's probably a combination of his human side and magical augmentation from his curse.

Ahead, you see the forest thinning, opening up to a wide, wild plain, covered in snow. You let Lupo close the gap, relishing the feeling of danger and anticipation building as he gets closer. You can hear his excitement build in his growls until you burst through the bushes two long strides ahead of him and out onto the field. His yelp of frustration gives you the fuel you need to accelerate hard.

When you do, you hit your top speed quickly, yipping in delight at the free, open space in front of you, the sky stretching far overhead. Tactically, this kind of speed is a mistake. You'll tire, and Lupo won't, and he'll catch you. But tonight is about relishing in nature and yourself and Lupo and the wide open fields, and Light does this feel amazing. Open plains are where your ancestors evolved, and your blood still sings their song when you run.

The joy of running is heady, giving you a welcome and familiar euphoria. You lose yourself in the simple motions, the joy of your body working at its peak, heart pumping, paws barely touching the ground, soaring through the air, then pushing off with powerful legs. You manage to find the breath to yip excitedly again, then notice how far back Lupo is when his frustrated growl reaches you. Still, slowing is unthinkable. You'll reach the next wooded area soon enough, then maybe you'll hide and turn this into a stalking hunt instead.

You see the edge of the plain approach up ahead as you feel the ache in your muscles start. The thought of the hunt ending soon fills you with its own euphoria. The struggle that you'll lose becons, followed the delicious reward for losing.

When you crash through the bushes at the edge of the woods up ahead, you take a sharp turn then sprint off at an angle. A large fallen tree hides a dark area under it, the moon shadows sharp and deep. You crawl into it, making yourself small, trying to control your breathing. Your heart pounds in your ears, and you barely hear Lupo crashing into the woods fifty paces away. If he were another wolf, born with his nose and other senses, you wouldn't dare hide from him, but Lupo is like a barely trained puppy.

You catch a glimpse of him, far past where you turned. Just as you're about to get up and try to sneak up behind him, he turns around and howls in frustration. He really does strike an imposing figure in the forest, his entire body steaming from the heat of his run. Poor Caterina must have been absolutely terrified the night they met. You keep your head angled to make sure the moonlight doesn't catch your eyes and watch Lupo sniff the air. Maybe he does know how to use that thing?

He backtracks to where you turned, overshoots, eventually finding your tracks. It's mesmerizing watching him. So much of his technique reminds you of the cub scouts you help supervise sometimes, but his focus is so much stronger, his shape so menacing. It's an odd juxtaposition.

You watch as he follows your tracks, slow at first, then picking up a little speed. You stop breathing, knowing he'll hear you or at least see the fog, and squint your eyes until you can barely make him out so they don't shine in the night. The burning of the cold air is replaced by the burning of the need to pant, but you fight the urge.

You lay very still, trying not to tremble as he pads out in front of your hiding spot, then jumps on top of it. You hear him sniff the air, figuring he's looking for tracks on the other side. Can he see as clearly as you? Does he know how to read tracks? Surely in the snow— On instinct, you dash out of your hiding spot, sprinting back the way you came. A slight tug at the tip of your tail tells you how right your instinct was. Lupo had grabbed at you from on top of the log, and if you hadn't moved…

Your heart pounds in your throat until you convince it that getting caught is going to be just as much fun. Snapping branches and a snarl announce Lupo is in pursuit again. A quick glance behind shows you a monstrous silhouette dashing through the snow. He's so close.

You duck and weave through the trees, larger here, further apart and big enough to outcompete all but the hardiest undergrowth. It'll be hard to lose him again. Back out onto the fields, rely on your speed? No, you can feel your muscles burning. You have to rely on your wits, hope Lupo's too consumed by his curse to think straight.

You force your tired limbs to go on, straining for one more burst of speed. Have to break line of sight. When Lupo's snarl gets an edge of desperation, you have to assume he can't see you. You look around, spot a tree fallen against another, run up the trunk. You switch back to standing on two feet, balancing on a thick branch a few paces off the ground. You try to hide behind the trunk as best you can, and listen for Lupo. Almost immediately he appears, stopping right underneath your hiding place. Your lungs burn, making his steady breathing supremely annoying. You force yourself to breathe as slowly, regularly, quietly. One more step forward…

You leap down, planning to land on top of Lupo, then racing off as he's confused. You feel the icy wind of your fall cut through your fur, and land right where you intend. You thought Lupo would crash to the ground with your weight on his back, but he stays upright.

Panic grips you, if he's still on his feet— You twist, hind legs against the side of his ribcage, and push off hard. Just as you think you're in the clear, a hand closes around your outstretched back paw. You forgot about his incredible reach with those monkey-like arms of his.

You're grateful for Lupo's restraint as he moves with you. Getting yanked back by one leg would've hurt like a motherfucker. Your gratitude fades somewhat as he lets go and leaps on top of you, carrying you to the ground. You feel his teeth on the back of your neck, grabbing you by the scruff.

You struggle, more for play than to try to escape. He's so strong and so heavy. Almost you think you can wriggle out from underneath, but then he just tightens his grip on your neck, just shy of drawing blood. You freeze. You don't mind the pain, you wouldn't even mind the damage to your skin, but scabbed over wounds are incredibly annoying with fur. Besides, you might be able to stay away for a few more minutes, but it's time to end the hunt.

Luckily Lupo agrees. He hauls you back up on all fours, practically lifting you off the ground. When you are with guys back home, you generally prefer literally any other position than this. Something about "doggy" style feels wrong. Not demeaning exactly, but cliché. Like you're supposed to like it that way. With Lupo, especially after losing the hunt, you can't imagine it any other way. The sheer animal intensity of his lust fits so well with how deep you go into yourself when you're hunted. You let yourself stay in the mindset of the hunt, relishing in being his prize for success. You let yourself stay feral, your civilized side left in the clearing around Lupo's cabin.

When his cock finds your cunt, you grunt as he rams it home. There is no gentleness to this kind of sex, a pure claiming and a satiation of shared lust. You meet him, thrusting back at him. His front paws — you can't think of them as arms or hands right now — clamp around your abdomen pulling you in tighter. He's rough and fast. There's no finesse, but that is exactly what you want, what you need right now.

With Clover, you try to be vocal, try to let her know what she's doing feels good, but that doesn't matter here. You grunt occasionally, focusing purely on the intensity of his onslaught. You know Lupo normally cares about your pleasure. His tongue feels amazing, and when he's in human form his fingers can play you like a fine instrument, but this form of him can't, won't, and that's perfect. There's no artifice, no need to perform, no expectations to be met, real or imagined. Just the moment to be enjoyed, the culmination of a successful hunt for both of you.

He fills you so well, every inch of him fitting perfectly. Long, deep strokes drive your pleasure higher and higher. You let it all wash through you, existing purely in the moment. The snow is cold on your paws. Your breath, coming shorter now than when you were sprinting along at top speed, fogs the air in front of you. Your ears are filled with his deep, ragged breaths. You can smell him, smell sex thick in the air, along with nothing but nature around you.

You press your head against his where it hangs over your shoulder. Something deep inside Lupo's magical lust manages to feel the connection and presses back, a moment of connection so deep it is beyond words. Not love, just intimacy in an indescribable but perfect moment. It sends you over the edge, pleasure washing away the last vestiges of conscious thought. Your pleasure peaks even higher when you feel his knot beginnig to swell. His stroke changes, slows, and you feel a flood of heat deep inside of you. You push back against him, needing him to stay inside you.

When you are locked together, you slowly find words again. The intimacy that comes with being tied to your partner after sex is always intense, but after the hunt it always feels even more so. You nuzzle Lupo's large head, still acting mostly on instinct, and lick his muzzle. He nuzzles you back, his arms wrapping around you, not holding you in place anymore but finding connection.

As the spurts of his orgasm slow and lessen, both of you find your higher thoughts again. You lie down together carefully, still held together. The snow is cool, comforting after the heat of the chase then the heat of your passion. Lupo strokes your side, caresses your face, smooths your fur. He presses his snout into your neck, a wolf's kiss, something he picked up from watching you and Clover.

"Holy shit, Lara."

"Mmm."

"You've been exercising, huh?"

"Some of us don't get magical stamina, we have to get it the old fashioned way. That was so fucking good though."

"Mm-hmm." Lupo sounded relaxed, content.

You lay together in silence for a while, him stroking your sides, you reaching back and caressing his face. When he finally shrinks enough to slip out, he helps clean up. You come again as his tongue digs deep, a small orgasm but intensely satisfying. You pull him up after, and kiss him.

The two of you curl up together in the snow, a slow fall adding another layer. You tuck your nose under your tail to keep it warm, Lupo tucking his in the hollow you make curled up together, and drift off to sleep in the icy winter night.

~ ~ ~

You wake up later, still in the middle of the night, covered in an inch of snow. Your stomach growls. You poke Lupo with your snout, and he stretches in a very canine fashion.

"I'm hungry," you say as he blinks his eyes open.

"Me too." He sniffs the air. "There's some deer nearby. You want to hunt together?"

Your stomach grumbles at you again. "Mm-hmm. It's not often I get to back at home. There's some stigma, we've got sentient Cervids and they don't like— well, it makes sense I guess. Hunting wild rabbits feels weird since I started dating Clover. But here—"

The two of you spend the next twenty minutes tracking the small herd of deer Lupo smelled earlier. You feel your animal side try to assert itself, but keep it pressed down. Intelligence is a much more powerful tool than raw instinct, though you know you can catch any of these deer either way. When you spot them, you and Lupo hide in the undergrowth. Quietly, the two of you pick one deer — a young male — and make your plan.

"I'll flush them out towards you, then it's your kill," Lupo says, his hand on your shoulder.

"You sure? This is your territory."

"Mm-hmm, it's yours if you want it."

You put your hand on his, squeezing. "Thank you."

You hide downwind from the small herd and watch Lupo circle around. The commotion when he scares the deer out of their hiding place is spectacular. He expertly separates the herd and drives the chosen deer towards you. You begin to salivate at the thought of striking, of catching your own food, stripping it with your teeth and eating your fill, feeling it's life's blood seeping through your jaws.

He's good, way better than pure instinct and good luck can justify. The deer heads straight for you, unable to smell you in your hiding spot downwind, yet you can smell its panic carried on the wind, spurring you on for the kill. You wait until it's right on top of your hiding place, then leap out jaws wide and strike. You feel your canines sink into the deer's throat as you're both carried to the ground. Rich, hot blood floods your mouth, your nose fills with its coppery smell. The moment is pure perfection when Lupo joins you, clamping his jaws on the opposite side of the deer's neck. It twitches once, twice, then lays still as its life spills out onto the snow, staining it black in the pale moonlight.

The conscious part of you says a brief prayer of thanks for your meal and the deer's sacrifice, not to a God as humans would recognize, but to Nature and its never ending cycle. One day, you will die, and you'll be buried, and the bugs will eat you, and plants will grow, which the deer will eat, which your descendants will hunt.

Its blood on your tongue is delicious, an appetizer unmatched by anything envisioned by any chef. A deep, dark part of yourself that you try so desperately to hide from Clover, is finally fed. It's been months. More than a year, now that you think of it. The final twitches, whether the last conscious acts of the deer, or simply random firings of nerves abandoned by a dead brain, push you deeper into yourself again. You twist just so and feel flesh tear. The heart's stopped, so the leak of blood is slow, staining yet more snow black in the pale light of the full moon.

Powerful jaws, used to eating from a plate but capable of so much more, rip and tear. You use your hands too, needing to get to the heart. Sharp carnassials sever flesh, powerful molars crush bone, tasting delicious marrow.

Lupo sees what you're trying, and silently offers to help, holding his hands out. With one almighty rip, he tears open the rest of the ribcage, exposing lungs and heart. You growl deep in your chest as you bite the heart free, then take the first bite, sharp teeth cutting straight through tough muscle. The taste is like sinking into a warm bath after a long camping trip, like taking your shoes off after a long shift, or curling up in bed with your one true love after a long day helping friends move. A tension you hadn't realized you were holding releases, your shoulders relaxing and you hum your satisfaction.

You offer the heart to Lupo, who takes a small bite for someone his size. He pushes it back to you and you finish it in two more bites.

The two of you devour the deer together, until almost nothing is left other than its intestines and bones. Your ancestors wouldn't have been so wasteful, half-digested vegetables were an important part of their diet, but eating deer poo isn't something your conscious mind would let you get away with, regardless of how deep you went into your instinctual self.

After, the two of you curl up together again, the snow coming down hard now. You can still feel the pleasant ache of Lupo's rough fucking, your belly is full with your own kill, your love is safe back home with Caterina, and the cold suits you in a way central heating and blankets never do. All is right with the world as you curl up with your packmate Lupo.

~ ~ ~

You wake with the dawn, after a restful night of dreams of running and hunting. You sense that Lupo's already awake, and stretch in place, paws sticking out. You both shake the night's covering of snow off, Lupo going from purest white to jet black in three shakes. With a look, you and Lupo agree to head back.

He lets you set the pace, a casual trot on all fours you could keep up all day, eating miles but not tiring you out. The urge to sprint and be hunted is gone for now, just like your need to hunt. Your belly is full, your need for sex sated. What you want now, is what you have. Lupo's silent companionship, and to be on your way home. Not to your house at the edge of town a reality away, but back to your bunny love and her gentle kisses and the softest ears in all the realms.

The miles you ran in an hour last night take you almost three to cover in the cold light of morning. You can smell the wood smoke well before you see the cabin, finally catching sight of it as you crest a small rise. Just before you reach the clearing it's built in, you skid to a halt.

"Fuck." You sit back on your haunches.

"What?" Lupo looks at you quizzically.

"Do I have any blood on my face?"

Lupo bursts out laughing. "Lara, you're red up to your shoulders."

"Fuck, I don't want Clover—" You trail off.

"She doesn't know you still hunt? We said we were going to, right?"

"She knows, it's just not something I like confronting her with. I just don't want her to have to see me like this."

"I don't think a cold wash in a stream is going to get this out." Lupo plucks at a bit of red fur on your chest you can see just at the edge of your vision.

"Makes me wish my fur was black like yours. You just look a little scruffy."

"I can try to sneak you in upstairs and draw you a bath?"

Before you can reply, a bright flash of fur shoots across the clearing and crashes into you, toppling you both to the ground.

"Lara! I missed you." Clover clings to you, though you notice she's careful not to hug you anywhere you're bloody.

"Hi love. Sorry, I'm a bit of a mess."

Clover shakes her head, burying her face deeper into your chest. "It's okay, love. Did you have fun?"

"Oh yes."

"Good hunt then?"

You look at Lupo and grin, glad that Clover can't see you because you're very aware that a silver white wolf covered in blood baring her teeth at a werewolf is probably deeply terrifying.

"Oh yes."

"I'm glad. You don't have to worry about me, you know. I knew this was part of you when we started dating."

You realize you were speaking out loud, upwind from the cabin. Clover must have heard every word you were saying. Resisting the powerful urge to kiss the top of her head, you settling on saying, "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too. Now go take a bath, Cat's going to make pancakes."

~ ~ ~

The bath is achingly hot, soothing the cold from your bones. You feel yourself centering again, shifting back to civilized society. Lupo helped you wash the blood from your face and neck, and he'd left you to your bath after he finished a quick shower. You briefly envy his ability to just shift shape and ditch all the grime and dirt of the hunt just like that. It fell off him as he shrank back down to his normal form, a strikingly handsome man in his late thirties.

You settle deeper into the tub, soothing sore muscles you didn't even know you had. Cat stocks some blessedly unscented soap just for when you visit. She even stuffed all their scented body washes and scrubs in the cabinet under the sink, where you can still smell them clearly, but at least they're not overpowering. The other thing you can smell clearly are the bacon and pancakes on the grill down stairs. You don't need to eat, your stomach is still full of so much deer, but the delicious smells make your mouth water nonetheless.

The door opening pulls you out of your visions of buttery bacon pancakes. You have nothing to hide from anyone here, not to mention that nudity doesn't matter as much when you've got long fur, so the lack of knock doesn't bother you. You don't even open your eyes, relying on your nose to tell you who came in.

"Hey love." Another sniff tells you she brought pancakes. You sit up and look over. She's carrying a large plate with big stacks of both pancakes and bacon strips. Clover hands you the plate and makes to leave again.

"Stay?"

Clover barks, or at least does a decent impression, and you laugh, rephrasing your request. "Would you like to keep me company?"

"Sure. Cat refused my help cleaning up after breakfast anyway. I think she was going to cuddle with Lupo for a bit."

You reach out for her and squeeze her hand. "Water's cooled down enough for you I think. Join me?"

Clover made a show of considering, which just made you grin up at her. "Come sit and tell me about your night?"

"I suppose I could."

Despite having been together for a long time, you relish every piece of clothing Clover removes. She's not trying to be sexy, not putting on a strip tease for you. The way she undresses speaks of the simple intimacy of long togetherness, which makes it hotter than anything swaying hips and teasing glances could add.

She tests the water with a toe before sliding in slowly. You make room for her, not that she needs much. Your love is slight and much shorter than you, so she fits perfectly. You drape your arms around her as she leans her head back on your sternum, ears poking up either side of your face. You plant a slow kiss on the top of her head, right between her ears. You smell Caterina on her in ways that tell you Clover had a lot of interesting fun with your host.

"I'm glad you're back safe, love." Clover's voice is soft, but you can hear a deep relaxation slip into it. You know it's not the bath, but your presence that relaxes her like this.

"Me too," you tell her and mean it. Last night was fun, but Clover is your home, and having her this close is perfection no matter where you are.

#krakentober #ns/fw #swingers #m/f #lagomorph #lupine #furry erotica #erotica #animal death #animal death is NOT sexualized #all beings involved in sex are fully sentient and consenting #the werewolf and lupine furry just hunt kill and eat a deer #like so many people do in deer season #cause we killed all the real predators #rough sex #original smut #original fiction

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booleanean · 4 months

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Writer's Block

"It's snowing," Bridgette announced. She let the curtain fall closed again, and walked over to Maya's desk. Maya suppressed a snarky comment. She hated when Bridg stood over her shoulder when she was writing, but if she snapped at her, it'd end up being a fight and that would mean she would have to stop working on her story.

Bridgette kissed the top of Maya's head. "It's really coming down. Want to go for a walk like we used to?"

Maya made a non-committal noise and deleted the last two sentences she'd written. Not good enough. Again.

"Come on, it'll be fun. You love the snow!"

"I just want to finish this story."

"Maya…" The exasperation in Bridgette's voice stung. Why couldn't she understand Maya just wanted to get this story finished. It was so achingly close, only a few more pages.

"What?" Maya snapped, surprised at the heat in her own voice.

"What?!" Bridgette snapped back. "We haven't done anything fun together in MONTHS. It's just story this, story that. When is the last time you even left the fucking house?" Bridgette threw her arms up, then stormed out.

"You know what, forget I asked." Bridgette said, her voice sharp at first, but by the end of the sentence it was suffused with bone deep sadness.

The door slamming shut behind her love of almost twenty years felt like it slammed straight on her heart. Something about the tone pushed through Maya's hyperfocus on her story. It had been a while since they'd done anything fun together. She'd been too embroiled in her writing to really miss Bridgette, but now that she'd been pulled out— Her eyes watered, and she disentangled herself from the blanket and headphone cable, rushing after Bridgette.

Maya found Bridgette doing the dishes. Guiltily, Maya remembered the dirty plate on her writing desk, the reason Bridgette had come upstairs in the first place. She debated going to get it, but decided adding more domestic work now would just be insulting. She sat down on the ground, leaning against the fridge, and sighed.

"I did it again, huh."

"Did what?" Bridg's voice was sharp again.

"I fucked up. I got lost. I neglected you, neglected everything."

Bridgette's silence gave Maya the truth of her own words.

"I'll stop writing, if that's what it takes. I'll find another hobby, I—"

"Maya…" There's that exasperated tone again, though more tired this time. "Love, you have to learn moderation. I love your writing, I'd never ask you to stop."

Maya curled up into herself, pulling her knees up to her chest. She watched as Bridg gathered herself, steeling herself to deal with the Maya problem, thinking Maya didn't ever notice. The small shift in body language sent a stab of pain through Maya, and she felt tears forming again.

"No more dinner at my desk," Maya said, before Bridg could fix this for her again. "And at least one night a week where we do something together, just the two of us."

Bridgette slid down on to the floor next to Maya, drying her hands on the dish towel.

"And I either cook, or do the dishes. If I don't, I have to dele—"

"Stop. Nothing drastic. Just —" Bridg sighed "— just promise me this time, okay? No dramatics, no dire consequences if you fail, just a promise between partners to try."

Maya let herself be pulled into a sideways hug. Bridgette smelled of dish soap and home. She forced an "I'm sorry," through her tears, and let Maya hold her.

After a while of Bridgette combing her fingers through her hair, she'd calmed down enough to ask, "Is that walk still on the table?"

~ ~ ~

The winter night is brisk, but entirely without wind. The snowflakes are drifting straight down, only visible in the pools of light cast by Christmas decorations and street lights. Maya spins, arms outstretched, relishing the cold night air and the company of her love.

"Thank you for suggesting this." Maya embraces Bridgette and kisses her, lingering long in her love's arms. "I've missed the snow."

"I've missed you."

"And I you, love. Thank you for being so patient."

They walk along their street, wrapped up in coats and scarves and gloves and thick winter pants, then down the hill and to the park. It's open twenty-four hours a day, well lit with wide open views. The town is tiny and safe and quiet, the late hour and cold night driving everyone out of the park. The two of them sit on the swings and chat. It feels so good to reconnect with Bridgette, Maya can't stop grinning to herself.

"Remember when we used to sneak into the park to make out when you still lived with your parents?" Maya says, giggling.

"This playground has seen a lot of action." Bridgette's grin is plain in her voice.

A wicked idea forms in Maya's head. "You wanna…"

"Wanna what?"

"You know… For old time's sake?"

Bridgette looks around, trying to find an excuse to say no, but Maya preempts her objections. "No one's going to be out in this other than us winter freaks."

"Lets at least move out of the playground, it's probably a felony here."

Not five minutes later, Maya's on her back at the edge of the park, Bridgette leaning over her, her hand down Maya's pants. The snow is still coming down fast, dusting Maya's coat, the flakes stinging a little on the exposed skin of her face. Maya pulls Bridg close, whispering "I love you," before kissing her.

Heat blossoms inside of Maya with the kiss, a rediscovery of an intimacy she had pushed aside, maybe almost lost, for a hobby. She fights away anxiety and sadness, easily done with Bridg's expert fingers and tongue drawing her attention. Bridgette kisses Maya's neck, just above her scarf, letting Maya hum her pleasure.

With Bridgette's tongue and lips on the soft skin of her neck, fingers sliding in and out along her clit, Maya doesn't last long before she trembles in the snow, trying not to cry out. A suppressed grunt of pleasure slips past her guard as Bridg manages to get her teeth on her neck, biting gently.

Without a word, Maya pushes Bridgette back, then starts undoing her pants. Bridgette gasps as her bare ass touches the snow, but Maya knows she loves this more than anything. The cold just drives everything else away for Maya, but Bridg claims it just makes everything more intense for her.

Maya tries to take her time, tries to draw this out for both of them, but the sight and gentle, clean smell of her love's sex so close makes her lose the necessary willpower.

"Oh fuck," Bridgette gasps as Maya pushes her face into her love, tongue darting between her labia. Maya can feel the heat of her love's skin burn on her ice cold face, like washing your hands a long winter hike. Fingers tangle in Maya's hair, pulling her tight against Bridgette. The burning on her face fades as the heat inside of her blazes bright, tasting and probing and caressing, flicking and circling with her tongue as she listens for her love's responses.

As Bridgette gets closer, Maya pulls her ice cold, almost numb hand up out of the snow. She slips the first two fingers in under her chin, Bridgette gasping and moaning louder than Maya is strictly comfortable with in public. Stopping now is unthinkable though, and the discomfort is quickly pushed aside. Her fingers burn as they curl, protesting their hot environment and being used while so cold, but the effect it has on Bridgette is worth the pain.

Somehow her love manages to stay quiet enough, remembering where they are, as Maya brings her closer to orgasm. Maya loses herself in the act, focusing everything she is on making her love feel good. Bridgette's fingers tighten in Maya's hair, holding her close. Her hips freeze, her stomach tenses, her breathing stops as she teeters on the edge. Maya feels for the moment where she tips, and fights with her whole being to keep her fingers going, her tongue circling, her mouth locked to her love, as Bridgette writhes and screams soundlessly at the falling snow.

~ ~ ~

Three hot cocoas later, the last one with a little bourbon, the two of them are warm again and curl up together in bed. It's three am, much later than Bridgette usually goes to bed. They spent hours talking, about everything and nothing. Bridgette even asked Maya about her story, and helped her talk through a plot point she'd been stuck on for days.

"I'm so grateful to be with you." Maya pulls Bridgette in close from behind, kissing the back of her neck. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bridgette kisses Maya's arm and squeezes it. "And I with you, love."

For the first time in weeks, Maya's brain is quiet enough for her to drift off to a deep sleep.

#ns/fw #f/f #wlw smut #erotica #sex in the snow #emotional opening #happy ending #alcohol use #cold weather #temperature play #short story #sex outdoors #sex in public #snowing #original smut #original fiction

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booleanean · 5 months

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Swing for the Fences - Ch 04

[Author's note: This is part one of a (finished) nine part series. It's also available on my AO3 and Literotica accounts, see the pinned post on my blog. The whole work will include M/M, M/F, F/F, and group sex. As always, comments are more than welcome!]

[Trigger warning: This contains the aftermath of the first of two CNC scenes. Spoilers: Cat has to explain her bruises to her concerned friends. They find out that Tam has the same fetish, and that Rick is more than willing to indulge in Cat's fantasy. The scene where he does is not part of this chapter.] The following morning, Cat woke to bright sunlight straining to get in past the curtains and the smell of bacon and pancakes frying downstairs. She stretched and turned to Jonah.

He opened his eyes as he heard her shift. "Hi there, beautiful."

"Hi yourself." She smiled and kissed him, twenty years of familiarity making her immune to his morning breath. She felt his cock stir against her stomach.

"Down boy, you've got a lot of work ahead of you today."

"How am I supposed to keep this thing in check in the face of such beauty?"

She kissed him again, longer this time. "I still need to wash your mess off from last night."

"Might as well add to it first."

"Lecher. I'm going to go let our hosts know we're awake and then I'm hopping in the shower."

"Before you go." His tone became more serious. "Everything still okay with you? Sleeping on this hasn't made everything bad all of a sudden?"

She wrapped her arms around him. "Yes, my love. Same for you?"

He nodded.

"Say it, please. I need to hear it."

"Everything is still fine, Bean."

"Good." She grinned mischievously. "Cause if this is what we need to do for you to be that forceful, I'm not stopping."

He grabbed at her butt as she hopped off the bed, but she managed to dodge him, giggling as she jogged the two steps to the bedroom door. Tam had left robes hanging there, and she pulled one on. It was one of Tam's, and on Cat's taller frame it barely covered her ass. She smiled to herself, relishing how naughty it made her feel.

"If you're going to wear that around me, I'm not responsible for the consequences," Jonah said as he got up from the bed. "I can see your ass hanging out."

"Go get the shower ready, lecher."

He lunged for her, and she managed to slip out the door with a yelp and a giggle. She looked down at herself and admitted he was right, this robe was indecent. She collected herself, straightened it as best she could, and made her way down the stairs.

"God damn," Rick breathed as she walked into the kitchen.

"God damn's right." Tam whistled. "Looking good, Catherine!"

Rick was standing at the stove, flipping pancakes and keeping an eye on the bacon strips in a second pan. He was wearing boxers, and she was glad to see, an apron. Tam was leaning back in one of the chairs around the table, arms behind her head. She wore a pair of boy briefs and not a stitch else.

"That smells good! I just wanted to let you know Jonah and I are hopping in for a quick shower, we should be down in about 10 minutes."

"I'll make you guys some pancakes then! Bacon too?"

"Thanks!"

As she walked out of the kitchen, Tam followed her and stopped her at the base of the stairs.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I had a lot of fun last night. I think I'm sold on this whole swinging thing."

"Is Jonah okay with it too?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"Hon." She grabbed her hand gently and showed her the bruises on her wrists, then pointed at a large bruise on her inner thigh. "If he's hurting you--"

Cat blushed bright scarlet. She hadn't realized they'd been rough enough for her to bruise, usually Jonah was too careful, too afraid of hurting her. She loved the idea that he had lost control enough to leave a mark on her. Her instinct was to try to minimize or hide the bruises out of shame, but she knew that Tam wouldn't let it go, and that would just make it look more like Jonah-- Besides, she'd been fantasizing about Rick's much stronger hands and if she wanted him to--

"I--" She swallowed. The look of concern on Tam's face was touching, but filled her with bone deep shame. The only real option was to come clean.

"I have a consensual non-consent fetish," she blurted out. "Normally Jonah's too reserved, too afraid of hurting me, but we were talking about reclaiming last night and one thing led to another… I struggled because I wanted him to earn it, I teased him mercilessly. And for the first time he managed to lose himself enough to overpower me. I think you heard how hard I came last night, that was because of these." She held her wrists up. "We have a safe word, I know he'd respect it no matter what if I ever had to use it."

Tam's look of worry was slowly replaced by a wide grin as Cat spoke. "Oh, thank fuck. I was worried I'd have to sic Rick on him."

Tam hugged Cat, squeezing tight. "Go shower, I'll let Rick know everything's fine." Tam slapped her ass as she started up the stairs. "And don't you dare come down in anything more covering than that robe!"

As she shut the door behind her, Cat sighed, "Well, that was mortifying."

"Everything okay, love?" Jonah's voice came from the bathroom.

"I just had to explain my non-con fetish to Tamara. I thought I was going to sink through the ground."

She started laughing as Jonah walked out of the bathroom, his cock still mostly erect but deflating as a look of profound worry spread across his face.

"Oh my god, I bruised your thigh so badly, I'm so sorry."

"And my wrists." She held them up for him to see, grinning proudly. "Don't you dare apologize, you know how much I like it."

She let her robe fall open and pulled him against herself. "Tam was fine once I explained what happened. She was going to have Rick kick your ass for me."

"I really should have been more careful, I'm so sor--"

She pushed a finger against his lips. "Last night you proved to me that you can, in fact, overpower me, that I don't have to let you win. If that means I get some bruises, that's what concealer and long sleeves are for."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, sliding out from his grasp before he could get his hands on her properly. "Come on, quick shower, then breakfast! Rick's making bacon pancakes."

When they got out of the shower, she dug through the underwear she brought. She tossed a pair of boxers to Jonah as he was drying his hair.

"That's all you get to wear. Tam insisted we dress light."

She pulled on a pair of silky hipsters with a little bit of lace trim, and shooed Jonah out the door and down the stairs in front of her. The idea of walking around topless with Rick around gave her a wicked thrill.

"Ah, just in time!" Rick said as they walked into the kitchen. He was setting a large plate with a giant stack of pancakes next to the mountain of bacon already on the table. Tam was setting out a bunch of different toppings. Both of them froze as Cat stepped out from behind Jonah. Tam let out a wolf whistle and grinned at her.

"When in Rome…"

"Dammit, now I regret putting this on," Tam said, plucking at her briefs.

Cat grabbed a pancake off the stack and drenched it in maple syrup.

"I hope we didn't wake you up last night," she said between two bites.

"You didn't, we were still awake," Rick said.

His eyes kept drifting down to her breasts, something that made her feel amazing. She shifted in her seat and pulled her arms closer to her sides, subtly squeezing her boobs together.

"Then I hope you enjoyed the show."

"I know one show he's enjoying now," Tam teased.

Rick grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

"If I didn't want to be looked at--" she squeezed her tits together with her elbows "--I'd have worn a top."

The feel of his eyes on her bare skin was exciting as she ate the rest of her pancake. At this rate, she'd have to go change her underwear after breakfast. She didn't even normally subscribe to the whole "nudity means sex" thing, but this all felt so new.

She thought of his cock straining against his boxers, and she bit her lower lip. Her traitorous mind wandered, picturing her teasing Rick all day until he couldn't take it anymore and pinned her down on the couch to fuck her and pump her full of cum again. In her mind's eye, Rick then held her down for Jonah to fuck her and add his own load. She felt her ears burning, and her breath grew short.

"That was delicious, Rick. Thank you for making us breakfast," Jonah said after they'd all finished eating, breaking her train of thought. She almost wanted to throw something at him, but he hadn't done anything other than be a gracious guest. "And thank you for being understanding about Cat's bruises. I'm sorry if I caused any distress."

Catherine wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. She didn't want to be ashamed of it, but having her favorite fetish out in the open like this was mortifying despite everything they'd shared the day before.

"Cat?" Rick asked.

She looked up and did her best to meet his eyes.

"Tam and I talked while you were in the shower. She's got the same fetish you do. We don't normally bring it up, it's a bit iffy with strangers, but we're both fine with you two knowing."

Her favorite defense mechanism beckoned, and she joked, "So if I told you to pick any random moment today and take me no matter how much I fight you, you'd do it?"

"If that's something you're both okay with, yes."

She felt dizzy at the idea of this fantasy coming true so soon. All she could see was Rick's strong arms and muscular chest, feel his iron grip on her wrists, her helpless body underneath him as he forced her legs apart and slammed himself into her. She looked at Jonah, who grinned back at her. Ass.

"I don't want to derail the weekend just for this--" she said hesitantly.

"What my lovely wife is trying to say, is that she'd love for that to happen, but would like to do some more vanilla swinging first, maybe indulging in one of your fantasies first before we indulge in her own."

"Ass," Cat muttered to him, loud enough for the others to hear.

"So you do want me to--" Rick started.

Cat interrupted him before he could finish the sentence, hearing him say it out loud again felt too embarrassing still. "Yes, I do."

They discussed limits and safe words briefly, and agreed that Rick could take her whenever he wanted until they had to leave, unless she was sleeping or drunk.

"Did you two have anything in particular you wanted to do today?" Cat said, trying to push her embarrassment aside.

"I want to get spit-roasted," Tam volunteered. "Originally I'd wanted to be DP'd, but I'd be torn asunder."

"He's really not that bad, you just have to adjust to him a little."

"You've had twenty years to get used to him!"

"How about you, Rick?"

"I really like double blowjobs. I can't really cum from oral, but there's just something about having two people suck your cock at the same time that's so good."

"Want to make it a triple?" Jonah offered. "I want to suck cock. I haven't gotten to since college, I miss it, and I have no idea when I'll get another chance."

"That sounds even better." Rick grinned. "No time like the present?"

The four of them moved to the living room, and Rick sat in his chair with his underwear already off. Jonah got on his knees in front of him and gripped Rick's semi.

Watching him wrap his lips around the limp head, seeing it stiffen in his mouth, gave her that wonderfully terrible feeling, more even than when she watched him with Tam last night. Was it because she was sober? Her breathing sped up, and her hands started trembling, she couldn't quite tell which way was up.

Jonah was right, this was like poking a bruise. She felt incredibly secure in her relationship with him, they had a truly unbreakable bond and a healthy sex life. This was safe. Her body was telling her the world was ending, but she knew she was safe, and that was an amazing feeling. Her heart was pounding in her throat.

"Does this go away?" she whispered to Tam.

"That feeling like the bottle of vodka you just drank hit you all at once and the floor falls away from you?"

"Mm-hmm"

"Not so far. It's most intense at first though."

"Mmm."

"Have you ever watched him suck cock before?"

"Nope. I know he used to in college, but you two are the first people we've been with since we started dating."

"Mmm, I love popping consensual infidelity cherries."

Jonah pulled Rick's cock from his mouth and turned to them. It stood proud, glistening with Jonah's saliva, and twitched at the sudden lack of stimulation.

"Are you two going to spend the entire morning whispering to each other, or are you going to help me suck this cock?"

"Shall we?" Tam grinned at Cat.

Rick stood up, and Cat put her hand on Rick's thigh as she knelt next to her husband, marveling at the rock hard bands of muscle flexing just under the skin. A rush of excitement ran through her as she wondered when he'd strike, how helpless she'd be, how utterly subject to his every desire as his strong hands gripped her and positioned her exactly how he wanted her and mercilessly penetrated her.

Jonah sucked the head of Rick's cock into his mouth while Tam was licking the shaft. Cat leaned in to lick his balls. Rick put a hand on her head and let out a low moan.

Cat reached down and grasped her husband's cock. It was twitching and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Tam put her hand over Cat's, and together they stroked Jonah's cock slowly. The light musty smell of Rick's balls filled her nostrils as she carefully sucked one into her mouth, her tongue caressing it.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," Rick moaned, his voice even deeper than normal.

Jonah bobbed up and down, his tongue flicking out to caress the base of his shaft. Her husband's cock was rock hard in Cat's grip, her fingers were slick with his pre-cum.

Jonah pulled Rick's cock out of his mouth and looked up at him. "These two are going to make me cum if they don't slow down. Are you close?"

"This feels amazing, but I've never been able to cum from oral."

"Do you want to fuck me?" Jonah said before slipping Rick's cock back into his mouth.

The words, delivered so casually, knocked the wind out of Cat. She reeled at the mental image of the balls she had in her mouth right now slapping against her husband's taint as Rick pounded him.

She didn't see him as lesser for being penetrated or being with a guy. Something about it increased the intensity of the floaty feeling to new heights, just as it turned her on even more than she already was. She let Rick's testicle slip out of her mouth and sat back on her heels.

"I've never--" Rick started and paused, looking down at Tam. Cat could see the passion burning in her eyes.

"Yes, I'd love to fuck you."

"I'll go grab the lube." Tam leapt up as if she was worried someone would change their mind.

"I'll go grab us all some water," Rick said and walked off to the kitchen, his cock bouncing up and down comically.

Jonah kissed her. She hadn't been ready for him, her head was still swimming at the idea of watching him get fucked by Rick, her heart had fallen out of her chest and she felt hot and cold at the same time.

His lips tasted like Rick's cock, which caused her arousal to swell wildly. They kissed passionately, and tears started leaking from the corner of her eyes as the emotional onslaught overwhelmed her. His arms wrapped around her, and he pulled her close to himself, anchoring her in the here and now.

When he pulled back and saw the tears on her cheeks, he suddenly looked deeply concerned.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You're crying, is this too far? Do you want to stop?"

She wiped the tears from her face, her hands still trembling, and smiled at him.

"No! No, don't stop," she breathed. "When you asked him to fuck you-- That poky bruise feeling got super intense-- and then tasting his cock on your mouth…"

"I'm so sorry, love, I should have discussed it with you first. I'll tell him I changed my mind."

"No! I want to keep going, I want to see you take him in your ass." Even saying it caused her entire body to tremble and her jaw chatter as if she was freezing cold. "It's not a bad feeling, just a lot. I like it, even if it's overwhelming." She let out a nervous laugh. "That's what the tears are from, they're not sad or scared, just a bit overwhelmed."

"I don't want to push you into anything."

"You're not." She kissed him on the lips briefly. "I just want to be close to you when you do this, okay?"

"I wouldn't want it any other way. I love you so much, Catherine."

"I love you too, Jonah, more than I can ever put into words."

"You are the only one I need, ever." He kissed her forehead and they clung to each other, completely naked and kneeling in their friend's living room.

"And you for me, now and forever more."

With his arms around her, his hand on the back of her head and her face buried in his shoulder, her breathing started to slow again. She felt her thoughts and emotions stabilize a little.

"I'm having so much fun. I never want to stop doing this."

"Same." He kissed the side of her head and pulled back to look her in the eyes. "That doesn't mean we can't stop for now or take things slower, okay? Any time it's too much, for whatever reason…"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him again. "Not yet, but I'll let you know if that changes, okay?"

Rick walked back in with the water, just as Tam made her way back down the stairs with a bottle of silicone lube. Cat's heart fluttered at the sight of them, but she felt a wicked grin forming on her face nonetheless. She held her hand out for the bottle of lube, and pushed Jonah onto the couch. She patted his ass as he got down on hands and knees, and squirted some lube onto his exposed ass.

She grinned up at Rick. "I'll get him nice and ready for you."

She lubed up her fingers and slid one inside her husband's ass, paused for a second, and then added a second finger. She let him get used to the fingers inside of him for a second and glanced over at Tam and Rick. Tam had taken her underwear off, and a string of grool led from her labia to her thigh. She had an arm around Rick's waist, her head leaning against his well defined chest.

"You excited?" Tam asked her husband.

"Yeah."

"Not often you get to do something new, huh?"

He pulled her close to him and kissed the top of her head. "That's just cause you've got such a dirty mind."

Cat was sliding her two fingers in and out of Jonah's ass, massaging his prostrate as she did. He was moaning softly as her expert fingers did their thing.

"Are you ready love?"

"I think so," he moaned softly.

"Can I guide him in?"

"I'd love that."

She squirted a bunch of lube onto her hand and unceremoniously grabbed Rick by the cock, getting it nice and slick.

"Go slow, okay?" She grinned up at Rick, stroking his cock and adding more lube. "He means a lot to me, and you're a bit bigger than the toys we usually use." He wasn't actually, but a little flattery went a long way.

"I'll be gentle."

"Good. You ready love?"

"Yup."

Rick's cock twitched in anticipation in her hand, and as she guided it to Jonah's waiting asshole, a tremble started in her jaw. The intensity of emotion she was experiencing was exquisite. She tried to extend the moment as long as she could by rubbing Rick along the inside of Jonah's cheeks and applying some more lube. Her legs got wobbly, and she felt a drop of sweat run from her hairline down the side of her face. Her skin flushed hot, then cold, then hot again, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. At the same time, a heat was building inside of her, an ache that needed releasing. She suppressed a nervous giggle at the idea of just holding her trembling fingers on her clit like a vibrator to get off.

Rick pushed in slowly, the lube and her preparation letting him slide in without too much resistance. Her fingers traced around where the two men met, and the room spun so violently she had to steady herself on Jonah's hip. His moan as Rick slid into him sent another wave of dizziness through her.

Jonah reached back and touched her side. "Come here, love."

He made room for her on the couch and she scooted under him. He planted a kiss on her sternum and then laid his head down so she could stroke his hair. Her heart calmed as she did, feeling him pressed against her, feeling his hair under her fingers, knowing he was listening to her heartbeat.

Tam crouched down next to her. "I'm going to grab myself a toy, do you want anything?"

"No thanks, I'm good."

"Alright." She turned to the other two. "I'll be right back, don't do anything wild while I'm gone."

Jonah husband shifted on top of Cat in time with Rick fucking his ass. His soft groans against her chest and the soft impacts translating through him were turning her on, so she slid a hand between her and Jonah and started rubbing herself. Her other hand stayed on his head and stroked his hair. The intimacy she felt towards him right now was very intense, and she ached to feel him inside of her.

"Does it feel good, love?"

"Oh fuck, yes."

"Real cock is better than a toy any day, huh?"

"Yes, so much better." He clung to her.

She couldn't even feel any jealousy that this felt better than her strap-on, it was just true. Knowing the thing inside you could feel and sense and was bringing the other person pleasure directly added so much.

"How's his ass feel, Rick?"

"Amazing. He's so tight." Rick moaned, his thrusts getting faster.

Tam returned with a couple of dildos and vibrators, and sat down in the chair opposite the couch. Cat was a little jealous of the dildos after all. She ached to be filled right now and watching Tam's eyes close in pleasure as she slid a rainbow striped one into her cunt only intensified that.

"Yes, fuck my ass, Rick," Jonah moaned.

"I wish I could have your cock inside of me right now." Cat said as she clung to him.

"That would be amazing," Jonah said.

"We can change positions if you like?" Rick offered. "Here, push forward."

They all shifted, and Cat sighed in delight as Jonah's cock sank into her, inch by glorious inch, until he was all the way inside of her. Rick leaned over him, supporting himself with a hand on the arm wrest and another next to Cat's head on the couch. As he started fucking her husband again, she could feel each thrust transfer into her.

She wrapped one arm around her love, and with her other hand held onto Rick's forearm, feeling the powerful muscles just under the skin. Jonah's breathing grew short as Rick pounded him.

"Oh fuck, you're hitting my prostrate. God, that feels good."

His cock was rock hard inside of her, stretching her wide. Her pleasure was driven by the thought of how good this must feel for him though. She felt the line where she ended and he began blur into nothing. The world outside the couch faded to the background and muted, only vaguely aware of Tam moaning as she came on her dildo.

"Fuck yes, like that, just like that," Jonah moaned.

She felt his cock twitch hard inside of her, again and again, then felt warmth leaking out of him and filling her as he came. He grunted on top of her through his prostate orgasm as Rick kept fucking his ass. She trembled underneath her husband as the pounding his ass was receiving jerked him about.

"I'm going to cum," Rick said not long after.

"Inside. Cum in my ass," Jonah begged.

Just hearing that was apparently enough for Rick, because he collapsed onto Jonah's back and grunted. His face was inches from her own, and Cat could feel his hot breath on her as he emptied his balls into her husband. She wrapped her arms around the both of them and kissed Jonah as he shuddered on top of her.

When Rick pulled his cock out, she didn't even get a chance to ask Jonah if he wanted to fuck her. She knew from when she pegged him that he could come from prostate stimulation and still want to fuck her. As she opened her mouth to speak, Jonah pulled back almost all the way out of her and plunged back into her.

She squealed in surprise and pleasure as he pounded her cunt hard. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she clung on for dear life and just as she came not thirty seconds later she heard him grunt and felt him cum inside of her again. Her own orgasm intensified, feeling him tremble and fill her, and hearing him groan. She screamed his name as he collapsed on top of her. They lay there together, with his weight on top of her and her arms and legs around him.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." He squeezed her and kissed her. His fingers brushed her hair from her face and stroked her hair. "So, so much."

She felt a slow trickle of his cum leaking from her as his cock shrank.

"Oh god, the couch!"

Tam, who was now sitting in Rick's lap in the chair she had been in, said, "I'll throw the cover in the wash before we go to bed, and it's leather underneath. Don't worry about it."

As she said the last part, Jonah's cock deflated enough that it slid out of her along with a gush of cum. She felt it run down between her ass cheeks and into the couch.

"Can I clean you up, or do you want a towel?" Tam asked as she got up from the chair.

"Be my guest." Cat said, spreading her legs wide.

Jonah had collapsed next to her with his head on her shoulder and her arm around him. They watched as Tam settled between her legs and licked the cum from between her cheeks and then probed deep into her well used cunt.

Cat pushed as much of Jonah's cum out of her as Tam hungrily lapped all of it up. Her face was covered in a mix of cum and grool. She offered to make Cat cum again, but Cat shook her head, preferring to just cuddle with Jonah for now.

Tam walked back over to Jonah, and kissed him deeply, sharing her bounty of cum, then settling in laying against his broad chest. Cat stroked Jonah's hair softly, relishing the depth of love she felt for him right now.

"I love you," she whispered softly enough that it wouldn't carry. Sometimes they added a lot of intensifiers, but when she felt this close to him it all sounded like unnecessary baggage. She knew the emotion would carry in her words, her body language, her touch, and that would be far more powerful than any language could make it.

"I love you."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Mmm, just enjoying this. Being close to you, touching you, feeling you next to me."

They lay together silently for a long while, drifting on the edge of consciousness. Cat thought she could hear soft snoring coming from Tamara.

"How was your first time getting fucked in the ass with a real cock?" she whispered, hoping Jonah was still awake.

"Amazing." He nuzzled into her shoulder, "Though that's cause you were there with me. I'd pick you with a toy over another guy without you every single time."

"I loved having you inside me during."

"That was so incredibly intense."

"From the look on his face as he was pumping you full, Rick had a lot of fun as well."

"That was another surprise. I never realized how good that felt, the pulsing, the warmth spreading inside…"

"It's definitely nice. When you cum really hard, I can feel the first spurt or two hit me sometimes."

"Mmm."

"Hey love?"

He craned his neck and looked up at her.

"You're sure you're okay with Rick indulging my non-consent fetish?"

"One hundred percent."

She hesitated for a sec. "Would you want to join in, or just watch?"

"What would you like, love?"

Again she hesitated. She wasn't even really sure why, it just felt hard to say out loud.

"I'd like you to watch at first." She swallowed. "But when I ask you to help me, I want you to come over and join in. Not to help me, but to use me as well. I'll use my safe word if I really need help?"

"Do you want me to just hold you down, or--"

She felt his cock stirring against her. Usually he was a somewhat reluctant participant, but she thought that maybe last night had finally awoken something in him, or at least shown him how much she truly enjoyed this and loved him being a little rough.

"I want you to have a chat with Rick, maybe Tam too, and I want you to surprise me. You know what I do and don't like."

"Okay, Cat."

"You're okay with that?"

"Yes." He sounded a little hesitant, "I want to help you explore this, and as long as I'm there, I'm okay with it."

"I wouldn't dream of doing it without you, I need you to feel safe." She squeezed him to her. "If you're uncomfortable, you can stop things too, okay? No hard feelings."

"Thanks."

"Something's still bothering you though."

He was quiet for a long minute. He didn't deny it, so she knew he was just trying to form the words.

"I--" He sighed and started again. "I feel bad that I never tried hard enough."

She stroked his hair reassuringly, and was about to tell him that it's okay, that she's happy with him, and was satisfied with how he'd tried. Before she could form the words, he went on.

"Last night, I knew you were teasing me. I just got so-- frustrated. I needed to be with you, needed that connection, and you were struggling like you wanted nothing to do with me. I was about to stop, to ask you to make love to me or just go to sleep, but then I realized why you were struggling. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you, you just needed me to show it physically. The need to show you how badly I wanted you built on the frustration, and with all the times you've told me I could go harder when we roleplayed this stuff-- I lost control. For a second, part of me didn't care if I hurt you, I just needed to be inside you. That was honestly terrifying."

She felt a tear land on her shoulder, and she squeezed him tight.

"Jonah, I trust you. You say part of you didn't care, but I know you. The second I would've said our safe word, you would've snapped out of it and stopped. I know you'd never actually hurt me, not on purpose. If part of you felt okay with doing what we did last night, that's because I've been telling you for more than a decade that you have blanket permission to be rough if I struggle, until I use my safe word."

She kissed the top of his head, and he curled up tighter against her.

"My love, you want to know something? Last night I didn't care if you hurt me either. I never care if you hurt me when we're roleplaying, in fact I want it to hurt. Every time I see the bruises you left on my wrists last night, I get a little tingle of satisfaction. I'm very, very happy with our sex life just the way it is, and I'll be fine if that's what we go back to even if that's right this second. We can get dressed, walk out of here, and never talk about this weekend again. I'll be happy and satisfied, and so unbelievably grateful we'll be able to share the rest of our lives together." She paused, letting him feel what she'd said before she went on. "But if I'm completely honest, last night I had one of the best orgasms I've had in years, because of how rough you were. I'd love to have more of those, with you."

"The scary part is, Bean, I want that too. The idea of forcing myself on you is beginning to turn me on. The idea of Rick forcing himself on you turns me on. It's terrifying."

"Good."

He looked at her, confused.

"It should be scary, it's scary to me too. That's what makes it exciting. That you're only realizing how much it turns you on now, after seeing what it did to me last night, tells me that it's turning you on for the right reasons too. It tells me the forcing part turns you on less than my response to it does. And if it turning you on means you do it more often, that's a win-win for me!" She grinned at him and then kissed him. After a fraction of a second's hesitation, he returned the kiss.

"You're okay with this then? How I feel about all this?"

"My sweetest love, the only reason I'm not on top of you and fucking your brains out right now is because you've got to save your strength for Tam's spit roast and whatever you're planning to do to me later. I love you, and I love that you're more on board with this thing that turns me on so much. If anything you feel ever worries you, we can talk about it and figure it out together, okay?"

She felt him relax in her arms.

"Right. I love you so much, Catherine."

"I love you too, Jonah."

#ns/fw #m/f #consensual non consent #m/m #swingers #erotica #Cat&Jonah #Rick&Tam #characters who love each other #sex with friends #low conflict #healthy communication #original smut #original fiction

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Swing for the Fences - Ch 03

[Author's note: This is part one of a (finished) nine part series. It's also available on my AO3 and Literotica accounts, see the pinned comment. The whole work will include M/M, M/F, F/F, and group sex. As always, comments are more than welcome!]

[Trigger warning: This contains the first of two CNC scenes. Spoilers: After their first experience, Cat gets Jonah to indulge in her CNC fantasy a little, but because the thought of reclaiming her turns him on so much, he manages to overpower her for the first time in their relationship.]

Catherine tries to diffuse her awkwardness with humor and ends up having sex with Tam. The night goes on from there, and Cat & Jonah have their first full swap.

After dinner and a bottle of wine, the four of them sat in the living room. An awkward silence fell, until Tam spoke up.

"We'd be just as happy if you wanted to chill and watch a movie, but you two mentioned you wanted- something more?"

Cat blushed bright red, and squeezed Jonah's hand. Her heart leapt into her throat, the sound of blood rushing loud in her ears. She looked at her husband, one of those looks that communicated a thousand words between long term partners.

"If you're both interested as well, that would be nice," he told Tam.

She squeezed his hand again in thanks, she hadn't thought she'd be able to form words.

"What would you like to do? We can soft-swap, hard-swap, play separately or together, or just start out playing with our own partners in the same room."

"We don't want to be in separate rooms," Cat said quickly, managing to squeeze the words through the lump in her throat.

"That's usually what we prefer too," Rick said, reaching out to his wife. "I want to be near her."

"What would you two like to do?" Jonah asked.

Tam squeezed her husband's hand. "I'd love to go down on you, and I'm sure Rick would love to go down on Catherine."

Rick nodded hungrily.

Cat felt a flush of heat run through her, suffusing her cheeks. Her hands trembled a little and her heart beat fast in her chest. This was all so far outside of her comfort zone. She knew only one way to handle awkward situations, and that was to make jokes.

"Awww, and here I was hoping you'd go down on me," she said, looking at Tam.

"If that's what you want, hon. I didn't think you were bi, but I'm game if you're game." Tam grinned at her. "I'm sure these two will like it."

"Oh, I—" Cat stammered.

She hadn't been serious, she hadn't even considered... Or ever even thought about... Tam was cute, her grin was infectious. Could she? She wasn't gay, but... She looked at Jonah, hoping he'd give her some sign that he'd rather she didn't. This wasn't something they'd discussed before. Now that it was on the table, a part of her wanted to see what it was like, but could she? Jonah had a huge grin on his face. She could almost see text scrolling across his eyeballs, saying "DO IT DO IT DO IT" over and over again. She thought to herself, "I don't know what I expected..."

"I was joking, but..."

"Now you're curious. I can work with curious." Tam got up from her seat and held out her hands as she walked over to Cat. "Any time you want to stop tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

"We're going to go very slow, okay?"

"I'd like to buy you dinner first, but I'm kinda full already," Cat joked again trying to defuse tension only she felt, but took Tam's hands as the two of them sat down next to each other.

Cat twisted in her seat to sit facing the other woman, pulling one leg underneath her butt. Tam's black hair was short, and her eyes were a very light gray. She'd never noticed that before.

"You're very beautiful, Catherine." Cat blushed. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

She nodded, and Tam's hand stroked her cheek.

"Can I let your hair down? It's so lovely and soft." Tam said as she stroked Cat's hair.

"Mm-hmm."

Jonah always managed to pull her hair when he did, but Tam's deft fingers held her ponytail in place as she slid the tie down and tossed it on the table. Tam's lips were an inch from Cat's own. She could smell the sweet red wine on her breath, mixed with a hint of floral soap. Cat's lips parted, her head started to tilt.

Tam pulled back at the last second. "Can I take your cardigan off?"

Catherine managed to nod, and Tam's fingers started at the neckline, taking an age to undo each button. Cat wanted her to rip the garment off and get on with it, but the anticipation this was building was unreal. She undid button after agonizing button, so careful and slow. Tam pushed the garment open, sliding it off her shoulders and pushing it down, exposing Cat's arms. Tam's fingertips brushed her skin with the most delicate touch. Her small hands were very soft, so different than Jonah's with his rough skin and thick fingers. Not that he wasn't gentle of course.

Cat's head swam. Tam was so close, and acted so different than she was used to. The energy between them was intoxicating, making her want more and more, needing to touch her, to— Cat didn't even really know what.

"Can I take your hoodie off?" Cat asked, the words surprising even to herself.

When Tam nodded, she ran her hands down Tam's sides. The slim figure under the baggy garment made her a little self-conscious. She'd never lost all the weight she wanted to lose after Sam was born. Jonah loved her just as she was, but sometimes she wished she could get back in the kind of shape Tam was in. She stomped on the feelings and pushed them to the side. Tam and Rick had seen her in a bikini and still wanted her here. Still, the niggling doubts remained as she ran her hands back up to the half zipper. She pulled it down, feeling a little silly.

She ran a finger down Tam's bare breastbone and reached for the hem of the garment. She pulled up and marveled at the pale skin of Tam's taught stomach. Tam lifted her arms and she pulled the hoodie off, fighting the instinct to fold it and tossed it onto the couch behind them.

The sight of Tam's bare chest caught her by surprise. She'd seen plenty of women naked at the gym, but this felt so strange. Her heart was beating heavy in her chest and she couldn't pull her eyes away from Tam's small perky breasts. They were pale, with dark areolae and large nipples, and she couldn't pull her eyes away from them.

"I'm going to take your top off too now, okay?" Tam's voice was almost a whisper, intimate.

Cat swallowed and nodded. Tam's slid her hands under the hem of her shirt, sliding up Cat's sides, pushing the shirt up. The soft hands running along her sides sent shivers up and down Cat's spine. The touch was almost electric. Cat lifted her arms as Tam guided the fabric around her large breasts and before she knew it, the top joined her vest in the pile.

Tam took Cat's hands in her own. "You still comfortable?"

"Yup," Cat lied.

She was very self-conscious right now, despite the bikini she'd worn the last time they saw Rick and Tam showing more skin than she was now. She was still excited to keep going though.

She glanced over her shoulder at Jonah who smiled at her. The bastard could read her mind sometimes. "ASS!" she thought to herself and had to suppress a giggle. Looking at him always made her feel safe and calmed her down. She looked back at Tam and smiled.

"Can I take your bra off?" Tam asked.

She'd known the question was coming, but it sent her heart straight back up into her throat. She swallowed again. This would be the first time any other guy saw her topless outside of doctors and nurses since she'd started dating Jonah. Rick's presence in the chair a few feet away lay heavy on her mind. She didn't want to stop though, and she liked Rick, so—

"Mm-hmm."

Tam scooted a little closer, their legs touching. She reached behind Cat and undid the clasp. The physical comfort of undoing her bra warred with the shame she felt at how far her breasts sagged now that they weren't restrained. She almost lost her nerve, but when she looked at Tam the other woman was smiling at her.

"They are beautiful," Tam said. "Can I touch them?"

She nodded again. She knew Jonah loved her boobs, and he kept telling her they looked amazing, despite her being forty-four and having breast fed both their kids. When she was being fair to herself, they did look great, but screw being fair if you could feel bad about yourself instead, right?

Tam cupped both of Cat's breasts in her small hands, feeling their heft. She brushed her palms along the sensitive skin and squeezed. Cat couldn't help a tiny moan escaping from her lips. Having her breasts played with was one of her favorite forms of foreplay and Tam knew exactly how to touch her. Fingertips brushed across her nipples and then circled outward around her areola.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Tam asked.

Cat nodded, not trusting her voice right now.

Tam leaned closer to her, her nose an inch away from her own, and held there for a long moment. The smell of Tam's lavender soap and the hint of wine on her breath filled Cat's world.

"You know you can touch me too if you want." Tam whispered.

Cat put her hands on the other woman's sides, feeling the soft skin over her taught stomach, the muscles flexing underneath like velvet sliding over steel. She never appreciated quite how slight and short Tam was.

She instinctively pulled the shorter woman closer to herself, and Tam climbed into her lap with her legs wrapped around her waist. Their lips met, the surprising softness of Tam's lips contrasting Jonah's perpetual stubble. Her soft, yielding lips and darting tongue were so different than the stiff lips and forceful tongues of her male partners. Her hand went to the back of Tam's head, her fingers running through the short but soft hair.

Tam's hand on her breast squeezed a little harder, and Cat moaned against Tam's mouth. Her own hands had gone to Tam's ass of their own accord. Something about the position made it make sense, and she squeezed hard. A moment of panic that she'd gone to far flashed through her and was gone as she felt Tam melt against her and moan. Her hands explored her ass through the fabric of her sweats, squeezing and rubbing, enjoying the tight flesh under her fingers. The kiss, the novel situation, idea that Jonah was watching her and probably loving every second— It all drove her wild and without thinking she slipped her hands into Tam's waistband and grabbed her bare ass. When she realized what she'd done, she tried to pull away from the kiss, but Tam pulled her back in and pushed her butt into her hands.

The motion pushed her back a little, and the two of them lost their balance and tumbled. Cat landed on her back on the couch, her head pressed against Jonah's thigh, with Tam laying on top of her. They two of them burst out laughing. Cat could feel Tam's body shaking as she lay on top of her and wrapped her arms and legs around her.

"Having fun?" Jonah asked her.

She looked up at her love, the only one she'd been with in over twenty years now. "Mm-hmm!"

She felt Tam's mouth kissing along her collarbone and ran her fingers through her hair. She planted kisses down her chest on either side of her sternum, along the inner slope of her breasts. Tam's gentle lips brushing along the sensitive skin sent a pleasant shiver running through her. She pulled at Jonah and he scooted closer so she could put her head in his lap properly. His erection was straining in his pants, and she could feel it against the back of her head.

"You like what you see?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I can tell."

She looked at Rick who was sitting across the coffee table in his reclining chair. His sweatpants showed a significant bulge as well. She felt her cheeks flush bright red at the thought of Rick watching her topless, making out with his wife. A small part of her felt embarrassment at another man seeing her like this, but she stomped on that feeling and kicked what was left into a corner for good measure. What remained was a wicked sense of excitement. They liked watching her, eh? Well, she'd give both of them something to watch.

Still not quite believing what she was doing, she put her hands on the smaller woman's shoulders and applied light pressure. Tam started kissing her way down her stomach. Her hot breath on Cat's skin was intoxicating. She arched her back, pushing up against Tam's lips. Cat had never thought about other women this way, but she felt a powerful need to feel Tam's mouth on her pussy.

She felt Jonah's cock twitching against the back of her head and looked up at him.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" she said, pushing against his cock a little.

"Very, actually."

"See, Rick was smart enough to wear comfortable pants to this party." She nodded at their host. "I'd help you out, but it looks like I'm a little busy. Rick might be able to help you out though?"

She had always known Jonah was bi, but they had no idea if Rick was. With his wife on her way down to her cunt, she didn't mind teasing Rick a little. Everyone always assumed all women were bi, so she felt pretty free to make the same assumption about him. To her great surprise, Rick spoke up in his deep voice.

"I'm game if you are?"

She felt Jonah's cock twitch against her faster than before and felt him swallow.

"I didn't realize you were bi."

"I enjoy sucking cock every so often, but that's about it." Rick shrugged. "And a mouth's a mouth."

"Do it somewhere we can see." Tam voice was muffled against Cat's abdomen.

Cat lifted her head so that Jonah could get up, and then scooted over so that she could put her head on the armrest. The motion put Tam's face right over her crotch, and she lifted her butt so that Tam could pull her pants and underwear down. Being naked in front of so many people was huge thrill, something she'd never done before in a sexual context.

The two women paused in their own play to watch the guys get started. Tam rested her head on Cat's stomach, laying on her side between Cat's legs. Cat stroked her hair on autopilot as she watched every move the guys made.

Jonah walked over to Rick's chair, their host sitting up straight. He reached for the button on Jonah's pants, slowly popping it open, then pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow.

Cat felt a grin forming on her face. Jonah's nickname of Big Mac was well-earned, and she was very curious to see how their friends would react to the sheer size of him. Rick tugged at Jonah's waistband, sliding his jeans down. The outline of his dick was clear in his boxer briefs, and Rick's eyes widen. When he pulled down Jonah's boxers, Rick let out a soft "holy shit" and Cat felt Tam stiffen against her.

"Impressed?" she whispered to Tam.

"And a little scared, that's going inside me later. And I thought Rick was big."

"Finish your appetizer first." Cat said, as she pushed Tam back down towards her pussy.

Seeing their reaction to Jonah had filled her with pride and warmth for her love, and given her a fresh boost of confidence. She lay back, watching as Rick took Jonah's cock in his hand and stroked it back and forth, sliding the foreskin over the head. Tam's mouth on her inner thigh took her by surprise. Looking down and seeing Tam's beautiful gray eyes and feminine features looking back up at her from between her thighs was a big thrill.

"Do you like watching your husband suck cock?"

"Mm-hmm."

"More than eating me out?"

"I like this more," Tam said as she planted a firm kiss on her labia. "But I see that less."

Before she could respond, Tam's tongue flicked out and ran along her labia, parting them a little as she went from bottom to top. She closed her eyes and sighed in pleasure. She loved it when Jonah went down on her, but having Tam's soft skin pressing against her sensitive inner thighs gave none of the discomfort from his stubble. She put her hand on the top of her friend's head and pressed down. Tam took the hint and pushed her tongue deeper between her labia, flicking her clit on the upstroke, before going back down to the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh yes, Tamara." She locked eyes with her friend, feeling a shiver of pleasure run through her as she looked into those slate gray eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. Tam shifted and slide fingers into Cat as her tongue focused on Cat's clit. Cat tilted her head back and moaned at the unexpected intrusion.

Over by the chair, she could see Rick bring Jonah's erect cock to his lips and suck the head inside. She'd learned decades ago about Jonah's past experimentation in college, and it had been a favorite masturbation fantasy ever since. Seeing it become real in front of her eyes, while her friend was eating her out in her first lesbian experience, was overwhelming in all the right ways.

When her orgasm came, she cried out in ecstasy clenching her thighs around Tam's eager face. She heard the other woman grunt as her legs clenched around her head. Her hips bucked involuntarily as Tam kept curling her fingers inside her cunt and flicking her clit with her tongue at just the right rhythm. Her fingers tightened in Tam's hair, pulling her face tighter against herself. When her orgasm finally subsided, she pulled Tam up to lie on top of her and kissed her, tasting herself on her friend's lips, smelling her own cunt on her breath.

The two of them lay there, Tam idly playing with Cat's nipple, watching Rick bob up and down on Jonah's cock. He could only fit a small part of his massive cock in his mouth, and that again filled Cat with pride at the idea that she could fit all of it down her throat when she really wanted to. She looked at her love, and they grinned at each other.

"Is he any good?"

"Definitely," Jonah answered in a husky voice, as Rick's hand slid up and down his exposed shaft. "Did you have fun?"

"She's very good, make sure to ask her for tips before we leave."

She glanced at Rick's erection straining in his pants.

"Hey Tam, mind if I go suck your hubby's cock?"

Tam clung to her for a second before letting go. "Be my guest."

The two of them disentangled, and Cat made her way over to the chair. She got on her knees in front of Rick and pulled his pants down as he lifted his butt. His cock was bigger than average, at least 7", just not quite as big as Jonah's. She had a powerful urge to just take all of him down her throat right away, but decided to tease him first.

All of her inhibitions were gone. The slight buzz from the wine the she'd had with dinner was certainly helping, but the mind-blowing orgasm Tam had given her was the main reason she felt so comfortable now.

She took Rick's cock in her hand and licked from the very base all the way to the tip. He moaned, his mouth still full of her husband's cock. She sucked his head into her mouth and twirled her tongue around it, relishing the taste and musty smell of him.

"Jonah, don't be rude." She chided. "Go entertain our hostess."

"Yes ma'am."

He moved away, and she looked up into Rick's eyes as she licked the side of his shaft.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, then slid his large cock down her throat, moving up and down slowly.

He groaned at the sudden heat and pressure around his cock. His voice was unsteady as he told her about the things he had planned for her.

"I want to shove my cock in your cunt and make you cum again and again."

A little generic, but she could work with that. "What position do you want me in?"

"Which do you like best?"

He wasn't really that good at this dirty talk business, she'd expected better from a swinger.

"Hmm, I like being taken from behind and pinned to the mattress."

"Then I'll push you down and pin your hands above your head, and shove my cock in your cunt from behind." He moaned as she pushed more of him down her throat.

That was more like it. Rick seemed like he'd be a lot stronger than Jonah was, and the thought of his iron grip around her wrists as she struggled underneath him sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Six months ago, the thought of sucking a cock other than Jonah's would've never even occurred to her, and now she had most of Rick's down her throat and was picturing how it would feel inside of her. She'd have to talk to Jonah about Rick truly forcing himself on her, the thought of it was making her head swim.

"Cat, Rick, come join us," Jonah said.

She pulled Rick's cock from her throat and looked at her love on the couch. Tam was laying back against the back of the couch, her legs spread with Jonah kneeling between. His erection was twitching in his hands, just about ready to guide himself into their friend.

Catherine stood up and pulled Rick out of his chair. She moved over to the couch, leading him behind her. When she stopped at the couch, he pressed up against her back, his erection pressing against her. It twitched as they looked down at their partners. Cat pulled away from Rick and sat down next to Tam, ignoring Rick for the moment. She looked at her husband. A mutual "Are you okay?" passed between them in that look, along with "Yes, I'm okay." She gripped his erection, feeling it pulse in her hand.

"Are you ready?" she asked, and he nodded.

She turned to Tam. "You ready too? Did he help you prepare?"

"You taught him well." Tam said, and Jonah grinned, his mouth still gleaming with Tam's juices.

Cat grasped her husband's cock tight, and guided it to Tam's cunt. She knew he needed that reassurance, the confirmation that she was okay and this wasn't cheating. The idea of watching her husband bury his gigantic cock inside of her friend made her head swim.

She felt a heat inside of herself, a floating feeling, crossing a bridge that cannot be uncrossed, combined with a dread and deep excitement. It was an almost indescribable feeling, but she knew she wanted to go on even if she and Rick didn't do anything else. The thought of Jonah fucking and coming inside of Tam, something they'd discussed everyone was okay with, made her feel dizzy with the intensity of emotion attached to it. Her love, who had only been with her for the last twenty years, was about to break that streak and she was going to be the one guiding his cock into the other woman.

She'd felt a little of this as they'd been discussing the possibility, but the reality was overwhelming in its intensity. Her palms got clammy, and a shiver ran down her spine. Her jaw started chattering as if she was freezing. Her hand trembled around Jonah's cock, and he looked down at her to see if she was alright.

She gave him a nervous smile and his answering grin sent a wave of love and warmth and comfort through her. He wasn't doing this because she wasn't enough, he wasn't cheating on her, he was enjoying their friends with her, and this was part of it.

"I love you, Bean," he whispered, as he looked deep into her eyes, into her very soul. "Now and forever, only you."

She leaned forward and kissed him, letting him taste Rick's cock on her mouth, enjoying the stubble on his lips against her own, and guided his cock into their friend.

She felt him moan against her mouth as he sunk into Tamara, her fingers twined in his short hair. Tam pulled her legs up to her chest, and Cat broke her kiss with Jonah so he could focus on his partner for the night.

She pulled Rick closer and pushed him down onto the couch. She climbed on top of him, pressing her impressive chest against him, feeling his hairy body against her sensitive nipples. She kissed him, and then looked over at Jonah who was sliding his cock slowly into Tam, deeper and deeper.

He paused and looked at her, his eyes half closed in pleasure. It only took him a second to realize what she wanted, and she loved him all the more for it. He reached out and grasped Rick's cock, positioning it at her entrance.

"I love you, forever and always," she whispered gazing deep into her husband's soul as she sank down onto Rick, pressing herself against his hand and down onto their friend's cock until all of it was inside of her and Jonah was just cupping his balls.

She shivered in pleasure at the feeling of being filled, something she'd craved all night, trembling on Rick's cock. The first new cock she'd had inside of her since college, the first in over twenty years. She wondered if Jonah had felt the same floaty dizzy hurt-excitement as she did and hoped he had.

Rick and Tam held hands, and Tam gasped and breathed her way through Jonah's 10" cock slowly filling her more than she'd probably ever been before. Tam locked eyes with her.

"Every night you take this?" she said between tightly controlled breaths.

Cat grinned at her. "Sometimes twice, and in the morning."

When she saw her friend's incredulous look, she added, "And on his lunch break when we can get away with it."

She watched as Jonah finally managed to fit most of his huge cock inside of Tam, and her friend held him steady for a sec so she could get used to the massive intrusion inside of her. The sight of that last inch of Jonah's cock protruding from Tam's bare mons made her clench tight on Rick's cock, who responded by rolling his hips and sliding in and out of her.

Rick had one hand on her hip, the other grasped her breast and squeezed. She looked down into his eyes, so brown they were almost black, and met his thrusts by rolling her own hips. He felt amazing inside of her, the slight curve of his cock touching all the right places. The floaty feeling was still there, combining disbelief in what was happening with unbelievably strong arousal.

She truly couldn't have done this without Jonah right next to her. Cat's hand rested on his arm so she could feel him moving as he slowly slid in and out of Tam. The connection she felt with her husband right now was so incredibly strong it threatened to overwhelm her completely, especially with how it came with them fucking other people.

She trembled as a small orgasm ran through her, intensified by the new cock inside of her, and her husband's proximity. Tam was moaning loudly right next to her as Jonah sped up, sliding an incredible amount of cock in and out with every thrust.

Tam's eyes were unfocused, her breath becoming ragged. She screamed as she came, gripping the couch cushions. Jonah knew not to slow or stop, or even speed up, and Cat watched as her friend came again almost immediately on her husband's cock. The sight of it vanishing inside of her again and again, more than Rick's efforts significant though they were, drove her over the edge as well. She leaned on Rick's chest with one hand, her other still on Jonah's arm she bucked her hips against him and cried out.

Not long after her orgasm, she could feel Rick stiffen inside of her. She knew he was close, and she looked into his eyes as she clung to Jonah and whispered to Rick, "Fill me, cum inside of me."

The feeling of Rick shooting his load into her cunt sent her over the edge again, and she collapsed forward onto Rick. Jonah put a hand on her back, and she heard him gasp as she trembled from the sensation of Rick's pulsating cock inside of her. He was only the second person ever to cum inside her without a condom, and just thinking of that sent another shiver of pleasure through her.

She laid on top of Rick as Jonah's grip on her shoulder tightened. The noises he made as he came inside of Tam were so very familiar, and hearing them next to her brought on another wave of that feeling she really couldn't name. Her entire being swam in a sea of heat and she felt the ghost sensation of Jonah twitching as he came, though he was deep inside Tam instead. She felt him collapse onto her friend next to her, and turned her head.

Tam and Rick were still holding hands, their fingers entwined and squeezing tight. She looked deep into Jonah's eyes as he caught his breath and felt nothing but deep, warm love for her soulmate. She'd always known they'd be together forever, but this weird moment, with a strange man's cum leaking out of her, with her husband's cock shrinking inside of a strange woman, that certainty solidified further than she thought possible. Words were inadequate in a way they had never been before, and they just lay there smiling at each other for a moment that could have lasted for five seconds of five years.

When they disentangled, Rick got down between Tam's legs and cleaned her cunt out from what Jonah had left there. Jonah had sat down on the couch next to her, and took one look at Rick before pulling her up and scooting down so that she could sit on his face. The thought of his tongue catching every drop of Rick's cum as it dripped out of her was enough to give her another small orgasm. When she kissed him after, she could taste Rick and herself on his tongue.

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Chapter 3: Into the Deep End

Summary:

Catherine tries to diffuse her awkwardness with humor and ends up having sex with Tam. The night goes on from there, and Cat & Jonah have their first full swap.

Notes:

This contains the first of two CNC scenes. Spoilers: After their first experience, Cat gets Jonah to indulge in her CNC fantasy a little, but because the thought of reclaiming her turns him on so much, he manages to overpower her for the first time in their relationship.

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After dinner and a bottle of wine, the four of them sat in the living room. An awkward silence fell, until Tam spoke up.

"We'd be just as happy if you wanted to chill and watch a movie, but you two mentioned you wanted- something more?"

"If you're both interested as well, that would be nice," he told Tam.

She squeezed his hand again in thanks, she hadn't thought she'd be able to form words.

"What would you like to do? We can soft-swap, hard-swap, play separately or together, or just start out playing with our own partners in the same room."

"We don't want to be in separate rooms," Cat said quickly, managing to squeeze the words through the lump in her throat.

"That's usually what we prefer too," Rick said, reaching out to his wife. "I want to be near her."

"What would you two like to do?" Jonah asked.

Tam squeezed her husband's hand. "I'd love to go down on you, and I'm sure Rick would love to go down on Catherine."

Rick nodded hungrily.

"Awww, and here I was hoping you'd go down on me," she said, looking at Tam.

"If that's what you want, hon. I didn't think you were bi, but I'm game if you're game." Tam grinned at her. "I'm sure these two will like it."

"Oh, I—" Cat stammered.

"I was joking, but..."

"Now you're curious. I can work with curious." Tam got up from her seat and held out her hands as she walked over to Cat. "Any time you want to stop tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

"We're going to go very slow, okay?"

"I'd like to buy you dinner first, but I'm kinda full already," Cat joked again trying to defuse tension only she felt, but took Tam's hands as the two of them sat down next to each other.

Cat twisted in her seat to sit facing the other woman, pulling one leg underneath her butt. Tam's black hair was short, and her eyes were a very light gray. She'd never noticed that before.

"You're very beautiful, Catherine." Cat blushed. "I'm going to touch you now, okay?"

She nodded, and Tam's hand stroked her cheek.

"Can I let your hair down? It's so lovely and soft." Tam said as she stroked Cat's hair.

"Mm-hmm."

Tam pulled back at the last second. "Can I take your cardigan off?"

"Can I take your hoodie off?" Cat asked, the words surprising even to herself.

"I'm going to take your top off too now, okay?" Tam's voice was almost a whisper, intimate.

Tam took Cat's hands in her own. "You still comfortable?"

"Yup," Cat lied.

She was very self-conscious right now, despite the bikini she'd worn the last time they saw Rick and Tam showing more skin than she was now. She was still excited to keep going though.

"Can I take your bra off?" Tam asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"They are beautiful," Tam said. "Can I touch them?"

"Do you want to kiss me?" Tam asked.

Cat nodded, not trusting her voice right now.

Tam leaned closer to her, her nose an inch away from her own, and held there for a long moment. The smell of Tam's lavender soap and the hint of wine on her breath filled Cat's world.

"You know you can touch me too if you want." Tam whispered.

"Having fun?" Jonah asked her.

She looked up at her love, the only one she'd been with in over twenty years now. "Mm-hmm!"

"You like what you see?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I can tell."

She felt Jonah's cock twitching against the back of her head and looked up at him.

"Isn't that uncomfortable?" she said, pushing against his cock a little.

"Very, actually."

"See, Rick was smart enough to wear comfortable pants to this party." She nodded at their host. "I'd help you out, but it looks like I'm a little busy. Rick might be able to help you out though?"

"I'm game if you are?"

She felt Jonah's cock twitch against her faster than before and felt him swallow.

"I didn't realize you were bi."

"I enjoy sucking cock every so often, but that's about it." Rick shrugged. "And a mouth's a mouth."

"Do it somewhere we can see." Tam voice was muffled against Cat's abdomen.

Jonah walked over to Rick's chair, their host sitting up straight. He reached for the button on Jonah's pants, slowly popping it open, then pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow.

"Impressed?" she whispered to Tam.

"And a little scared, that's going inside me later. And I thought Rick was big."

"Finish your appetizer first." Cat said, as she pushed Tam back down towards her pussy.

"Do you like watching your husband suck cock?"

"Mm-hmm."

"More than eating me out?"

"I like this more," Tam said as she planted a firm kiss on her labia. "But I see that less."

"Is he any good?"

"Definitely," Jonah answered in a husky voice, as Rick's hand slid up and down his exposed shaft. "Did you have fun?"

"She's very good, make sure to ask her for tips before we leave."

She glanced at Rick's erection straining in his pants.

"Hey Tam, mind if I go suck your hubby's cock?"

Tam clung to her for a second before letting go. "Be my guest."

"Jonah, don't be rude." She chided. "Go entertain our hostess."

"Yes ma'am."

He moved away, and she looked up into Rick's eyes as she licked the side of his shaft.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," she said, then slid his large cock down her throat, moving up and down slowly.

He groaned at the sudden heat and pressure around his cock. His voice was unsteady as he told her about the things he had planned for her.

"I want to shove my cock in your cunt and make you cum again and again."

A little generic, but she could work with that. "What position do you want me in?"

"Which do you like best?"

He wasn't really that good at this dirty talk business, she'd expected better from a swinger.

"Hmm, I like being taken from behind and pinned to the mattress."

"Then I'll push you down and pin your hands above your head, and shove my cock in your cunt from behind." He moaned as she pushed more of him down her throat.

"Cat, Rick, come join us," Jonah said.

"Are you ready?" she asked, and he nodded.

She turned to Tam. "You ready too? Did he help you prepare?"

"You taught him well." Tam said, and Jonah grinned, his mouth still gleaming with Tam's juices.

"I love you, Bean," he whispered, as he looked deep into her eyes, into her very soul. "Now and forever, only you."

She leaned forward and kissed him, letting him taste Rick's cock on her mouth, enjoying the stubble on his lips against her own, and guided his cock into their friend.

Rick and Tam held hands, and Tam gasped and breathed her way through Jonah's 10" cock slowly filling her more than she'd probably ever been before. Tam locked eyes with her.

"Every night you take this?" she said between tightly controlled breaths.

Cat grinned at her. "Sometimes twice, and in the morning."

When she saw her friend's incredulous look, she added, "And on his lunch break when we can get away with it."

Tam's eyes were unfocussed, her breath becoming ragged. She screamed as she came, gripping the couch cushions. Jonah knew not to slow or stop, or even speed up, and Cat watched as her friend came again almost immediately on her husband's cock. The sight of it vanishing inside of her again and again, more than Rick's efforts significant though they were, drove her over the edge as well. She leaned on Rick's chest with one hand, her other still on Jonah's arm she bucked her hips against him and cried out.

Not long after her orgasm, she could feel Rick stiffen inside of her. She knew he was close, and she looked into his eyes as she clung to Jonah and whispered to Rick, "Fill me, cum inside of me."

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Later that night, Catherine and Jonah were upstairs in their room. They weren't leaving until the day after tomorrow, and had the whole next day and night to look forward to. Cat was running a bath for herself to soothe her sore muscles from all the excitement earlier.

"Did you enjoy that?" Jonah had joined her in the bathroom, sitting naked on the toilet lid.

"Mmm, yes. You?"

"So much."

They sat holding hands and listened to the water filling the bathtub.

"That was unlike anything I've ever experienced before," Jonah said after a while.

"How so?"

"Watching you with Tam was fun and exciting— When I watched you go down on Rick, it felt like someone had punched me in the head, but without the pain. The entire world spun around me, as if nothing was real but at the same time everything was."

She recognized some of what she'd felt herself, but was still a little cautious. "Are you still okay with all this?"

"What? Yes! No, definitely okay. It was an incredibly intense feeling, but very good at the same time."

"Kinda floaty?"

"Yes!"

She nodded, "I felt that guiding you into Tam."

She watched his erection grow as they were talking.

"That feeling was ten times stronger eating you out after," he said. "I've tasted another guy's cum before, I like it, but having it mixed with you, straight from your cunt... I thought my very soul was going to get washed away."

"So this is something you want to do more?"

"Yes!"

The lack of hesitation surprised and excited her. She'd expected him to like this, or she wouldn't have gone through with it, but quite how much was exhilarating.

"I want to as well." After along, drawn out kiss, she added. "I love you, Tato."

"I love you too, Bean."

"So we're okay then?"

"Yes, love. We're okay."

Catherine turned off the tap, purposefully bending over at the waist so she gave Jonah an eye full of her ass and hopefully her cunt as well. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun to keep it out of the water. She'd put a honey scented bath bomb in from the large assortment sitting on the counter, and slipped in enjoying the scorching hot water as it flowed up her legs. She winced as her body slipped past the surface, but soon sighed in delight. Taking a bath was a rare luxury.

"Join me?" She squeezed Jonah's hand.

He moved to slip in opposite her, but she shook her head.

"Sit behind me, I want you close."

As they settled in, he wrapped his arms around her stomach and held her close. She leaned her head back against his chest, enjoying the closeness and the heat of the water. Her thoughts went back to that evening. She relaxed into Jonah, feeling the boundary between their bodies fade.

"What do you think it is, that floaty feeling?"

"I'm not sure." He whispered back. "It's almost like—"

"Hmm?" she said after he didn't go on.

"You know when you have a bruise?"

"And you poke it?"

"Yes, and it hurts, but it feels good at the same time?"

"Go on."

"It feels like that, but for jealousy."

She closed her eyes and let the idea settle in her mind. None of her partners had ever given her any cause for jealously, but the description he gave was evocative.

"What do you think?" he asked, after she'd been quiet for a while.

"I kinda like that, yeah. It makes sense."

"I really like the feeling, It's very intense."

She nodded. "Me too."

"So how was he?"

She turned her head to lay her cheek against his chest and nuzzled him. "Never as good as you, Tato."

"I don't know, Tam was pretty great..."

She pinched him.

"Ow!" She could hear the grin in his voice. "No one can ever replace you, my love."

The sincerity in his voice flushed her entire body with heat so strong she thought the surrounding water should be boiling.

"Not even her tight stomach and even tighter pussy?"

"You are the hottest woman I have ever seen, she can't hold a candle to you on her best day," he whispered, "And stop with that tight pussy BS. Sex with you feels a thousand times better, because you are my soulmate."

How he always managed to say the perfect thing still baffled her. Her other partners always managed to put both their feet firmly into their mouth, but Jonah had been able to laser target her insecurities from the very start. She clung to his arms wrapped around her and wiggled closer to him.

When the bathwater had cooled, the two of them got out and rinsed off in the shower. Jonah washed his hair quickly and they sponged each other off, enjoying the intimate contact without needing to escalate anything. After drying off, they lay on the bed, her damp hair spread wide across the pillow, his head resting on her shoulder as she wrapped her arm around him.

"So you're really okay?" she asked him as he settled into her.

"Yup. I'd love to explore this more, if I'm honest. Are you okay too?"

"Yes, love. I'd love to figure out some way to do this more often as well," she said, squeezing him tight. "You know, I've been reading up on the swinging lifestyle."

He kissed her shoulder softly. "Oh?"

"There's this... ritual couples do after playing with others," she whispered. "That's what they call having sex with others, 'Playing'."

"Ritual?" he prompted.

"Ah, yes. They call it 'reclaiming'."

"Reclaiming?"

"Yeah... After being with someone else, a couple makes a point of having sex together soon after, to 'reclaim' their partner as their own." She paused. "It's supposed to be quite intense."

"Huh." She felt his cock twitch, making clear his disinterest was completely feigned.

"I think it's something that happens a lot in relationships where it's primarily or exclusively the woman playing, but I read full swingers do it as well."

He stayed quiet, though his twitching cock spoke loudly enough.

"Is that something you'd be interested in doing as well? Whenever we're done playing with others and are alone again?"

"Mmmm."

"You can pin me to the bed and take me, scrape the other guy's cum from my cunt with your cock and fill me with a fresh load?" She felt him twitch against her. "Is that something you'd like to do? To hear me beg you to fuck me, take me, pound my cunt with your massive cock, stretch me out, ruin me for anyone else, and claim me as only yours once again by filling me with your seed?"

She felt him squirm against her as she spoke, and by the last sentence, he sprang to life. He grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her hands above her head, pinning her to the bed with one hand. His knees parted her legs roughly and his weight landed on top of her.

They roleplayed this occasionally, but the ferocity in his movements, the shortness of his breath, the sheer animal lust she felt radiating from him right now drove her wild. She went from wanting him inside of her to a burning need to have him take her in two heart beats. She looked into his eyes, saw them glazed with the need to be in side of her, and struggled against him.

"You want to fuck me?" she whispered. "You want to be inside of me?"

"Yes..." He grunted, trying to push her legs apart.

"Is it because I fucked your friend? Because I let him cum inside of me?" Saying it out loud was thrilling, and sent a shiver down her spine. Feeling what it did to Jonah was even better. His grip on her wrists was painfully tight, and she had to squirm underneath him to keep him from finding her cunt.

"I loved how he fucked me, loved feeling his cum coat my insides as he came deep inside of me." She'd never seen him like this. He was always afraid of hurting her, always afraid of going too far, despite years and years of assurance that this was what she wanted. The bed creaked underneath them as she fought to keep him at bay, until he finally managed to overpower her and sink his cock into her.

Normally, he was gentle, careful not to hurt her when he penetrated her, but not this time. He slammed his cock into her cunt all the way, and she screamed in pleasure as she stopped fighting him and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Never before had he managed to overcome her struggles without her letting him win, and the feeling of finally being taken despite her best efforts was exhilarating. He attacked her cunt with a ferocity she had never experienced from him; long, deep strokes right from the start, driving into her. She never even tried to keep her voice down, and relished the thought of Rick hearing what it sounded like when someone really, truly fucked her.

Her orgasm built quickly as she met him thrust for thrust, feeling her cunt stretch around his massive cock. When she came, it never subsided and she thrashed around in ecstacy until she felt him stiffen inside of her and then, immediately and without his usual warning, fill her with his cum.

The feeling of him pulsing inside of her intensified her orgasm even further, and she clung to him with arms and legs as her vision blurred and dimmed at the edges. His grunts filled her ears and washed away the outside world as she screamed his name. They lay like that for a long time, his cock still inside of her, until they finally rolled over and fell asleep with the lights still on.

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