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The Ride of My Life

S adie

“Anubis. Take your pleasure from me,” I say when I regain the power of speech. I grip his hand and pull him to the silver blanket. It provides no cushion from the rocky floor, but I don’t care. All I can think of is how much I want to feel him pounding into me.

He growls, then chuffs. He’s been doing it since he kissed me. I assume he’s trying to talk, but I don’t need his words. The look in his eyes is all that matters. He wants me. He could kill me with the flick of one of those sharp teeth or his claw, yet he’s gentle as a kitten with me. He knows who I am. He wants to give me pleasure. The feeling is mutual.

He follows me to the blanket, but before we lie down, he pulls me into his embrace and lifts me off my feet. He sighs and licks my cheek tenderly. He smells like me. It’s sexy.

I want him to feel good. He has to be confused, being trapped in a body that can’t communicate. I want him to know that with every ounce of my being I accept him, that I love him.

“I love you,” I tell him, although I don’t think he comprehends. He knows what I want, though, when I lie down, spread my legs, and beckon to him.

Falling on his knees between mine, he bends to lick me, but I say no, shake my head, and pull him toward me by his shoulders.

“I want you inside me,” I say. To make it abundantly clear, I grip his cock and pull it toward my entrance.

He’s about to mount me when he pauses. I wonder if he wants to do it doggy style. That would make sense, but he’s not motioning for me to move. He’s paralyzed.

He tries to talk, growls, then gives a mournful howl. I have no idea what he’s trying to communicate. Finally, he holds his hands up, then bares his teeth. When I still show no signs of comprehension, he growls. Not in the way he has been, like he was trying to communicate with me, but in a way an animal would tell another to back away or they’ll be hurt.

He’s warning me. About himself.

Hot emotion blazes through me and it takes me a moment to comprehend what it means.

Fury. I’m furious at the Feds who brainwashed him to think he was nothing but a killing machine. He’s done nothing but protect me and love me, albeit in his bestial way, since he shifted.

“Fuck me!” I say. I’m not using that lifting voice designed to entice. If I were a drill sergeant, this would be an order. “I want you Anubis. I want you, the male crouched between my thighs. I will take you, all of you.”

I pause for a moment as I realize the impact of my words. All of him is a lot. He’s all different sorts of species and his manhood is bigger than any male has a right to be, but we’ll figure it out.

“Give me whatever you want to give. I’ll say stop if I can’t take it. Stop. Do you understand? Nod if you do.”

He pauses as if he’s making certain he understands, then nods.

“I say stop and you stop.”

He nods.

“If I don’t, I’m yours.”

He howls now, with his face thrust up toward the ceiling. It’s a noise of triumph and exuberance.

Then he pounces.

He licks one nipple while he tweaks the other. He’s single-minded, like a male on a mission.

I’d been ready to join with him a few minutes ago. My cream was dripping down my thighs. Now, though, after my soliloquy, I need a little time to get back into the mood. I can’t lie. The size of that weapon between his legs is scary.

I tend to close my eyes during sex, but I force myself to keep them open. I look at him. He’s gorgeous. Instead of his wild animal self scaring me, it’s hot as hell. Maybe it’s like riding a motorcycle. You know that one wrong move can kill you, but you also know you’re in control and will never ever make that wrong move.

His weight is on his knees and elbows, but his body is riding me tightly. I feel his plush fur against my thighs and belly, but I focus on his cock sliding through my folds.

“Oh yeah, Anubis. Your cock.”

He stops what he’s doing with my breasts, as if calling attention to his cock makes it all he can pay attention to. Good. It’s all I want to pay attention to as well.

The slick, wet sounds of his cock gliding through my dripping folds capture both of our attention. Or maybe it’s not the sound. No, it’s the amazing feeling. Last night I hadn’t admitted to myself how desperately I wanted his cock inside me. Now I’m going to get it.

Placing his cockhead at my entrance, he looks at me. He sighs and chuffs as we stare at each other.

“Go for it, big guy,” I urge.

His round, red canine eyes shutter closed, and his mouth opens in ecstasy before he moves. Just the thought of what’s coming has driven him to the brink of euphoria.

He pulses into me and pauses. I don’t know what’s more exciting, the feeling of that huge cock breaching me, or the look of bliss on that beautiful canine face.

I grip his furry ass and wait for his next move.

He lifts an expressive eyebrow and I know what he wants.

“It’s all good,” I reassure him.

That was all he needed. He presses forward and I moan with the exquisite delight of being breached by the leashed power of this beautiful male.

I nod and he keeps surging inside me. The process is slow but steady because I never stop nodding except to moan in pleasure.

The stretch and burn of his entrance are hot and intense.

“Good, all good,” I pant.

I’ve never been here before. Never found the place where pain and pleasure combine to propel me higher. But that’s happening now. The burst of discomfort as he pushes inside me immediately morphs into the sweetest thrill.

When he’s in to the hilt, I’m still nodding. He thrusts again, to assure me he’s all the way inside. I like the feeling so much, I slap my hands on his beefy, furred ass and yank him toward me. Hard.

For the first time since he shifted, I see an oddly beautiful smile on his canine face.

We connect for a moment. It’s a wordless exchange of affection conducted solely through our eyes. His red irises, initially frightening, are beautiful to me now.

“Give me everything,” I urge as I lie back, grip his shoulders, and get ready to hang on for the ride of my life.