Never Too Late

Animosity

Briggan couldn't help but let out a scream. This scream wasn't one of terror, nor was it of pain. His scream was soaked the undertones of euphoria and gratification. "Oh... Yes, Mastace..." Briggan said. "That was perfect. Feels great!"

"Do you want to begin, or do you think we should wait a minute?" Mastace asked, still huffing from the warmth of the insides of his lover, and boyfriend.

"Let's give it a sec, honey. Just to be sure."

Mastace panted lightly. "You got it."

"You sound like we just got finished, you sure you're up for this?"

"Hell yeah, just super-duper pent up." Mastace admitted. "Fuck, it sucks being this horny..."

"You're telling me, and I'm blindfolded."

The night was filled with the scent of carnal lust and pure animosity. From the moment Mastace began finding his rhythm, neither he nor Briggan could tell where either body ended and the sheets, or the whole bed for that matter, began. Briggan urged his lion to keep going, and he eagerly obliged.

The hours just seemed to burn away, but neither of them cared enough to notice. They spent their time under the covers, in each other's warmth and that was all that mattered.

Briggan squealed in delight as Mastace pumped his meat in and out of his lover's rear. If Briggan was paying close enough attention, as he had been, he swears he could hear the sound of a purring Mastavian. The bed rocked lightly under the pair, but they both knew it was sturdy enough to handle much rougher sex than this. As if to prove it, through the moaning, whimpering and gleeful whining, Briggan was able to shakily convey his only request.

"Please... honey... harder... I... want... harder..."

"Are you... certain?" He huffed as he continued breeding.

"A-a-absolutely..." Briggan said, still in a bit of a daze from currently having his prostate massaged by feline cock.

"Alright then, darling. Prepare for one helluva ride." Mastace grabbed onto the front edge of the mattress and began plowing into his boyfriend's ass with all of his might.

Briggan could no longer keep the fragile remains of his composure, and so... proceeded to howl. It was long, unbridled and woefully beautiful. It drove Mastace mad.

"Shit, honey. I think I'm gonna-" He didn't even get to finish his sentence before his load of cum erupted deep within Briggan's butt, accompanied by a roar from the sender. The sensations of being filled with hot, creamy seed is what sent Briggan over the edge. Mastace leaned in and began French kissing his mate just as the wolf released his own orgasmic fluids, getting it all over them both. Once they were both milked dry, Mastace collapsed at Briggan's side and they both panted hard in order to catch their breath.

"So," Mastace said, "how do we like that?"

"Uhm, I'm still tied up and blindfolded, sweetheart. Could you untie me?"

Mastace wasted no time in getting the rope undone. It was tied in just a way that just a light tug of the excess and the whole knot untied itself. "Sorry, pumpkin."

"You're alright." Briggan consoled as he slipped off the bath towel blindfold. "And to answer your question, I freaking loved it. That was the most intense thing I have ever experienced."

Mastace laughed. "Appears as if we found a couple of your kinks."

Briggan huffed in a residual sex-daze. "No kidding, hon. I had a blast."

"Sounds like it, now let's get ourselves cleaned up. I know how much you love bathing together."

Briggan gave no complaint as he flew from the bed and into the bathroom to get the tub to begin filling.