The Viking Between My Legs, pencil on paper
Cream
(Poem)
On the fourth chime,
the air in the room shifts.
Twisting, bending–changing.
The docile purring morphs
into a sultry growl.
A sound of need, of lust.
She bites her lip,
ready for what's to come.
The eighth chime brings
a sturdy, bearded figure,
wearing a feline grin.
Licking his lips, he makes
slow, steady steps toward her.
Claws still out,
his thick legs hit the bed.
Glowing eyes, narrow,
scanning her every curve.
Her core throbs, feeling his stare.
With the twelfth chime
he’s over her.
Large hands now
gliding up, up, her luscious thighs.
They tremble and clench
at the touch.
Gripping her legs,
he pushes them wide.
Her desperate, needy womanhood exposed.
A thick head of marmalade hair
is all she sees
as he nestles at her entrance.
Hot and dripping,
ready to be lapped,
like cream from a bowl.
Her back arches
when his tongue
licks up her slick center.
The expanse of his muscled back,
rippling with every invasion,
licking and lapping,
circling and grinding,
on her tightly wound
bundle of nerves.
Core knotting,
in excruciating pleasure.
Heat washes over her
and then there is nothing.
Nothing but light,
joy, and bliss,
exploding from her center.
Reaching the tips of her curled toes to
her delicate fingers, fisting the sheets.
Steady heartbeats
thud, thud, thud
in unison, as the enchanted moon
shines through the sheer curtains.
Bringing calm and quiet.
Tracing a long finger
over her voluptuous curves,
he purrs into her neck.
Every night
will bring this caress.
This pleasure, this serenity.
Until the sun pushes over the horizon,
and the world
rises for a new day.
He’ll still be near,
but not the same.
His companionship and loving touch
will always be close, just
in a different form.
Kneading and purring until
the stroke of midnight.
Every night.
Her mouth curves
into a satisfied smile, before
her lids flutter shut.
Falling into a satisfied slumber.
Cream
(The Quickie)
Marnie picked up her new cat today; a handsome, ginger, Maine Coon named Hanz. He looked regal sitting by the door atop a tattered, brown leather suitcase. Being a large breed cat he took up space, but that wasn’t it, this cat had a presence–an energy surrounding him. Marnie cleared her throat and secured her purse to her shoulder. Hanz only cocked his head with a flick of his tail.
Brenda, the older woman she adopted him from, had two very specific instructions when relinquishing ownership of her beloved companion:
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Keep his suitcase accessible.
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Be in bed by midnight.
They were strange rules for sure, but Marnie simply nodded with a sweet smile and scooped up her new pet. He howled as they left, but didn’t fight. In the car headed home he settled in the passenger seat and fell asleep. Marnie smiled as she reached over to stroke her fingers through his thick marmalade fur. He purred, leaning into her touch.
Hanz was adjusting well to his new home, but certainly had a strange attachment to his aged leather suitcase. When he wasn’t exploring or loving up on her, Marnie found him curled up on top of it or nuzzling it all day. Strange behavior perhaps, but she’d had other pets before and they all came with their own lovable quirks. Hanz would be no different.
Despite being random as hell Marnie followed Brenda’s rules and was snuggled in bed, donning her satin nightgown, by midnight. Well, a tad before, as it had been a long day.
There she was, tucked under her covers at 11:55 pm reading her latest romance novel–waiting. Midnight was probably just the old lady’s “bedtime” for him, but Marnie was curious. She glanced over the pages of her book towards Hanz, who was sitting in the doorway watching her with wide, glowing, emerald eyes.
“Sppsps,spsps, come here boy!” she coaxed, patting the bed. “Come to bed.”
Hanz made no movements, save for a twitch of his long fluffy tail.
With a shrug she muttered, “Suit yourself.” and returned to her book.
It wasn’t until 11:59 pm that Brenda’s rules started to make sense. Chills ran down her spine as utter silence befell her apartment. Even Hanz ceased his purring.
Moments later her new pet started frantically pacing back and forth at the foot of her bed, mewling in distress.
“It’s okay, Hanz. It’s okay, baby” she comforted, but it didn’t help.
Howls ripped from his throat and Marnie watched with wide eyes as the air around his pacing feet began to mist. Opaque as milk, it swirled up his legs and over his body–swallowing him whole. His howls turned into a low growl as morphing shadows twisted and twirled into a broad shouldered, towering figure.
Trembling, she reared back, yanking the blankets up to her chest. Her jaw dropped watching the mist dissipate. Sounds of life once again filled the space, all seemingly back to normal except for the red haired, bearded, stark naked, Viking of a man standing at the foot of her bed–right where Hanz had been pacing.
“What the fuck is happening?” she whispered into the blankets.
The man said nothing. He just stared at her with eerily familiar glowing green eyes.
Marnie’s mind was reeling. Was this really happening? Did her cat just turn into that beast of a man? And why was her core warming at the sight of him?
As if reading her mind, he cocked his head–assessing her.
She cleared her throat and said, “Hanz?” immediately shaking her head, but there was no denying what she’d just witnessed.
With a curt nod and a grunt, “Brenda is gone?” His voice was low and hoarse.
Marnie’s mouth opened to speak, but words were eluding her at the moment so she just nodded.
“Hmmm” he purred, low and gutteral, twisting her insides into mush as heat rushed to the apex of her thighs. “Brenda was a good woman.” His words were laced with sadness, but acceptance flashed in his eyes and something else she couldn't quite place. Interest? Curiosity?
Sitting up straighter, Marnie gave him an understanding smile and said, “Yes, she was a good woman.”
Another gruff grunt came from his chest.
“A-and I’m yours now?” he murmured, slowly turning to open his coveted suitcase. With a click of the latch, he pulled out a worn pair of linen trousers, not from this time, and covered himself. Then he just stood there waiting, watching.
Marnie blinked. Once. Twice. Was he hers now? She shrugged, biting her lip.
His mouth turned down with a huff.
Bristling, she sat up, letting the blanket fall. His searing gaze shot to her peaked nipples covered by her silken nightgown. Her face flushed, but she nodded.
“Y-yes, you’re mine now.” she said, voice shaky. “I’m Mar–”
“Marnie, yes I know.” The low octave of his voice was unnerving in the best way. “Are you a good woman, Marnie?” His words were like warm chocolate, smooth and delicious.
“I-I think so.” she replied, rubbing her thighs together, trying to stave off what her pussy was now desperately craving.
Not missing a beat, his eyes followed her movements with predatory grace.
“Hmmmmm, you look like a good woman.” he grumbled licking his lips, taking a step toward the bed, then another. Her stomach flipped when his legs hit the edge of the mattress.
She waited for the fear to come, but it didn’t. There was something else brewing inside her. This may be the weirdest thing to ever happen to her, but there was no denying her attraction to her new shapeshifting companion. The bed dipped as he prowled toward her on all fours; those penetrating emerald eyes never leaving hers.
His strong, rough hands gripped the edge of her blanket.
She sucked in a breath.
The corners of his mouth twitched up as he slowly pulled them down to her knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.
His deep purr was his only response as his tongue trailed its way up her shapely calve, the inside of her knee, to her thick, round thigh. The feel of his mouth inching closer and closer to her center left tingles on her skin and an aching in her core. Halting at her center, he breathed her in and released a deep growl.
“Mmmm, yes, you are good woman, Marnie. Let me please you.” Not waiting for her reply, he started lapping and nipping down her other leg.
Her head fell back, hitting the headboard with a thud. A low chuckle rumbled from his throat and she watched his broad muscled back shift with amusement.
“Am, am I dreaming?” she stuttered, eyes fluttering shut. It was too much. With every swipe of his expansive tongue, her breath quickened and body warmed. Coming back up to her center again he paused his lapping to look at her and slowly shook his head wearing a feline smirk.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She should ask him to stop. She should demand he explain, but the burning in her core and pulsing of her clit told her no, she did not want him to stop.
After, he could explain after.
Biting her lip, she shook her head. “N-No, don’t stop.”
“Wise woman.” he thrummed, “Now lie back and let me taste you.” Her thighs trembled in his grasp as his feral growl ripped through her. Settling into the pillows, she took a deep breath–readying herself to be ravaged.
Once again nuzzling himself at her center he growled with satisfaction, taking in her scent–her arousal. With a snarl, he snagged the fabric of her underwear with his teeth and ripped them loose. Marnie gasped, pussy throbbing now, as pieces of fabric fell like confetti onto her plush carpeted floor.
“Much better.” he crooned before flashing her a sinfully sexy smile and dove in.
His warm, wet tongue slid up her damp entrance, circling around her sensitive bundle of nerves then back down again.
She hissed, fisting the blankets
“Ohmygod” she wailed, toes curling.
He did not stop.
He sucked and lapped at her entrance, tasting and exploring every inch of her. When his tongue dipped inside tracing her inner walls, he released a raspy moan.
“You’re delicious.” he purred into her folds.
Her body was shaking now, writhing in ecstasy, but he did not stop feasting. She was ready to snap when his large hands gripped the back of her ample thighs and lifted her hips off the bed. Hanz settled on his elbows, still gripping her legs. Inching himself closer he buried his face in her hot, slick entrance. She gasped again feeling his teeth graze over her clit, nipping at it then soothing away the sharp pain with his tongue. She shook her head, unable to hold in her cries of pleasure. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she sucked in a breath as he did it again and again.
“This…you…Uuuuuugh.” she grunted. She was so close. So close to exploding all over his tongue when he halted his ravaging.
Marnie lifted her head.
“Why’d you stop?” she huffed.
His laugh was low as he flashed her a devious grin and nipped at her inner thigh.
Jolting from the pain, she sat up.
Lifting his head from between her legs, he licked his lips and asked, “Are you ready for more?”
“More? Yesss, yes, more, please don’t stop.” she begged.
In seconds the weight of his enormous, hard, chiseled, body was over her. He stiffened, sucking in a breath, when her hands found his chest. Her finger tips cascaded over every rippling muscle from his broad shoulders, to his back, pausing their descent at the hem of his pants. He moaned, arching into her touch.
“N-not many have deigned to touch me like this.” he rasped.
Her brows scrunched as she cocked her head. “Why not? Y-you’re beautiful.”
He cleared his throat, “It is not why I’m here. I’m here for you. To please and protect you, as long as you’ll have me.”
Acid roiled in her gut at his words. How many owners had he lived through–had to please? Surely, he didn’t want to do this with every person that had owned hi–
“Stop.” he demanded, “I can see you thinking about it. It is my honor to give pleasure and protect every one of my companions.” he defended, his piercing gaze never leaving hers.
She nodded, averting her eyes.
“Okay. I’m sorry.” she whispered, dipping her chin.
“Hmmmm, no, you don’t do that.” he grumbled, shaking his head. “This is confusing for you, yes?”
“Well, uh yeah” she snorted.
“I am your feline companion by day and your human lover by night.” he explained, like it was nothing, before bringing his mouth to her hardened nipple, licking and sucking on her heavy bosom.
“Every night?” she breathed.
He hummed. “Yes, every night.”
With a dramatic sigh,“Okay, yes, yes.” she cried, falling back onto the bed.
“Yes, what?” he snapped.
“Touch me…please me.” she bleated.
“ As you wish, Marnie.” he chortled.
Moments later his mouth was back on her nipple sucking and lapping at her supple flesh while his fingers slid down her wet center.
“Ohh!” she yelped when he did it again, then pushed his long, thick finger inside, then another. Her hips bucked at the intrusion. She was so full, just from his fingers. It made her pussy sing to life, sending ripples of pleasure through her with every thrust.
“H-holy fuck. That’s so goooooood” she sobbed.
His other hand replaced his mouth, massaging and kneading at her breasts as he sank back, his mouth finding her throbbing clit. He licked and lapped at her like she was a bowl full of cream, moaning and growling with satisfaction as he tasted her. His fingers moved inside her with such expertise as they stroked, hooked, and pumped in and out of her.
Legs shaking, body slick with sweat, she was sure this was the best–and strangest–thing to ever happen to her. She could feel her release building; could feel her walls tightening around his thick digits. Biting down on her clit, he hooked his fingers hitting her G-spot just right.
“Oh, ahhh, Hanzzzzz!” she screamed as her hands flew to the rumpled sheets, fisting them with a white knuckling grip. Her body writhed in delectable agony as her orgasm crashed into her. Waves of deep, penetrating, pleasure flooded her senses leaving her vision starry and ears pulsing.
Her cries only seemed to fuel Hanz’s fire. His fingers didn’t stop. His mouth kept sucking, faster, harder.
And she was coming again, legs seizing and arms flailing. Wailing in ecstasy, her hands found purchase in his rich auburn locks. Her grip tightened on his hair as she panted for breath. Slowing his pace, his other hand reached down his pants and started pumping.
Her breath caught.
Eyes fixed on each other, he stroked himself fast and hard, before reaching his own climax. The windows shook from the roar that bellowed from his mouth.
Dropping his head between her legs, he let out a deep breath. Without thinking, her fingers swept through his hair. He purred at the touch, before shaking it from his face and looking at her. His smile was proud and satisfied.
“I think I’m going to like being yours, Marnie.” he whispered, dropping a kiss to her knee, then licking up the inside of her thigh.
Her body shuttered from the touch, still reeling from the best two orgasms she’d ever had.
She smiled down at him before dropping her head to the pillow.
“And I think I’m going to like you being mine, Hanz.” she whispered, staring up at the ceiling, twirling his rust colored locks around her fingers.
The End.
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