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[Marcus Carvalho]
The first time my eyes laid on Carlie was in the ring, where she fought under the name Yami Kage.
After our match, I had the chance to live alongside her for a little while, discovering that the fierce warrior who once traded blows with me was, in truth, a shy, nerdy and kind girl.
She is also strong, someone who still stood up to protect her mother, even when her mother treated her so badly.
And today I have Carlie beneath me, showing a new side of her. A lewd one.
The tigress just confessed that she broke her hymen a long time ago while she was... 'having fun alone with some toys'.
The gender dynamics in this world are flipped from what I'm used to. So I had to think to understand that Carlie must feel embarrassed, like a man confessing to his girlfriend that jerking off is basically his favorite pastime, maybe even a damn sport for the guy.
Lucky for her, that for me this is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I think it's perfect.
"It means I don't have to hold back," I growl, smiling at her, my throbbing member buried deep into her sex.
Slow and steady, I begin to pump my cock into the kitten's pussy.
SLAP! SLAP!
Carlie throws her head back, a wild roar escaping her lips. "RAWRRRR!"
She pulls me closer, her breasts, firm and furred, pressing against my chest. Her powerful legs wrap around me, locking me in, heels digging into my body.
Happy with her reaction I keep fucking her, my nose smashed against her neck fur.
SLAP! SLAP!
"More…" she whispers in a hoarse, needy tone into my ear. "I need so much more."
"As you wish." I grin, adrenaline surging. "Hard and fast it is, Gatinha."
I piston my hips, driving into her with renewed vigor.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The room fills with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, each thrust drawing a guttural groan from deep within her. Carlie's claws rake down my back, a hot sting that I'm happy to ignore as I keep smashing the feline cunt.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Faster, Marcus!" she commands, her voice carrying an authority I've never heard from her before.
I hesitate, just for a second, searching her eyes for any hint of doubt.
"Carlie, are you sure? This is your first-."
Her right paw reaches for my neck, her grip tightens, almost cutting my air. Those once shy and gentle eyes now blaze with wild lust.
"Don't hold back, you sack of man meat!" she growls, a snarl curling her lips. "Faster! Harder!"
I blink, taken aback by her intensity. But then, a wicked grin spreads across my face.
"You're the boss, Gatinha."
I wrap my arms behind Carlie's back, holding her tightly, squeezing her against my body. I bury my face in the nape of her neck, inhaling her musk.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Feeling impatient, the kitten bucks her hips against mine, meeting me with eager force.
"Oof." I gasp, caught in surprise.
"What's wrong little manling." She says, voice dripping in arrogance and joy. "Can't handle my hungry pussy?"
I freeze for a second, shocked by Carlie's sudden change. But I don't have time to worry, because she tightens the grip of her pussy on my dick, making me focus on what matters.
"Fuck it." I mutter as I finally let my lust loose.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The bed creaks and shudders beneath us, as I pound into her with renewed force. Each thrust draws a raw groan from her throat. Her claws dig into my flesh, spurring me on.
"Is that... Is that all you've got?" she taunts, voice ragged. "Or… or are you still worried about my breaking snatch, Dragon Warrior?"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Kinda liking this new side of you." I laugh from her neck, as she twists her pussy grip, trying to get a reaction from me.
I dig my feet into the mattress, using my legs muscles to drive my hips forward. The bed shakes violently, headboard slamming against the wall in time with each thrust.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Carlie's wild roars fill the room, her claws digging into my back, leaving fiery trails down my back.
"RRRUAAARRRHH!" she roars and shouts in delight. "DON'T YOU DARE STOP!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Sweat drips from my brow, my breath coming in ragged gasps. But I don't dare slow down, not when she's demanding more.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The bed frame groans in protest, the mattress shifting beneath us. Carlie's powerful legs tighten around me, urging me deeper. Her breasts heave with each breath, nipples grazing my chest.
"Marcus…" she guttural moans. "I think I'm close, please… please."
I feel a familiar tightening in my groin.
Fuck I'm close, too close. I lift my head from the crook of Carlie's neck, her scent still filling my nostrils, intoxicating and sweet.
"Carlie," I pant, "I need to pull out."
But as I try to withdraw, Carlie's legs tighten around me, a vice grip holding me in place. Her eyes flash, pupils dilating as she bares her teeth.
"Don't you dare, meat" she snarls, a low, threatening rumble in her chest.
I blink, taken aback.
"Carlie, what-?"
She lunges, teeth sinking into my shoulder. Pain lances through me, sharp and hot. I let out a shout, anger flaring.
"FUCK!" I shout in pain. "So you want that bad?" I spit in pure anger and lust. "You'll have it, Gatinha. All of it."
I piston my hips, driving into her with greater force. Her teeth remain lodged in my shoulder, a constant, searing pain. But I don't hold back.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Her pussy clenches around me, tight, hot and wet. I groan, feeling my orgasm building, a storm ready to break.
"Last chance, Carlie," I grunt, a warning. "Sure you want a litter?"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Grrrr." She snarls in response, teeth digging deeper.
That's all the answer I need.
I slam into her, my cock pulsing as I come undone and the bed breaks under us.
SLAAAP!
CRASH!
Waves of pleasure crash over me as I spill into her, filling her with all I got.
Carlie's own orgasm follows, her body convulsing beneath me. She releases my shoulder, throwing her head back with a deafening roar.
"RAAAAAAWRRRR!"
Her pussy milks me, drawing out every last drop until I'm spent, panting, and slick with sweat.
I collapse on top of her, chest heaving. My shoulder throbs, blood trickling from the wound. But all I can focus on is the post-nut satisfaction spreading through me.
"Carlieeee…" I call, dragging out her name in exhaustion.
"Yes… Marcus…" she exhales, struggling to catch her breath.
"Why did you bite me?"
Carlie's eyes widen, shock flickering across her face. She props herself up, tongue darting out to lap at the wound on my shoulder.
"Oh… Marcus… I'm so sorry," she murmurs between licks, her voice laced with remorse. "I didn't… mean to… I swear."
I wince at the sting of her rough tongue on the open wound, but I don't pull away. Instead, I reach up, cupping her cheek.
"It's okay, Carlie."
She shakes her head, eyes welling up.
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have marked you."
I blink, confusion furrowing my brow.
"Marked me?" I repeat.
She pulls back, searching my face. Then, realization dawns in her eyes.
"You're not from this world, so you don't know."
She sighs, sitting back on her haunches. My blood smears her lips, a stark contrast to her orange and black fur.
"In this world, when an Anthro and a man... when we.. marry… we..." she pauses, swallowing hard. "We bite our husbands on their shoulder, the mark that remains is a claim of sorts, it shows other anthros that he belongs to someone."
I raise an eyebrow, sitting up. The wound on my shoulder throbs, but I ignore it.
I look down at the fresh mark, blood still trickling from the puncture wounds. A sarcastic quip escapes my lips,
"Anthros never heard of wedding rings?"
Carlie's eyes widen, horror-struck. She shrinks back, ears flattening against her head.
"I-I'm so sorry, Marcus," she stammers. Her gaze flits away, unable to meet mine.
I can't help but chuckle at her exaggerated reaction. Reaching out, I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me.
"Carlie, it's okay. Really."
Her eyes search mine, disbelief etched across her face. I smile, reassuring.
"But I... I marked you, without consent." she protests weakly. "I'm just like my mom."
I shrug, gesturing to the wound.
"Look, it's already healing."
She leans in, examining the bite. Her brow furrows.
"How is it closing?" she murmurs, astonished.
I glance down, watching as the flesh slowly knits itself back together, the bleeding slowing to a stop.
"Yeah, I'm not Wolverine or Deadpool," I say, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "But I do have a... healing factor, of sorts."
Carlie's eyes widen, astonishment morphing into curiosity.
"A healing factor?" she echoes, cocking her head to the side. "Like those in comics and manga."
I lean back, propping myself up on my elbows.
"It's not immortality, but I can recover from any wound if I'm not dead."
Carlie's eyes widen in surprise, but the tigress shakes off the shock and meets my gaze.
"Thank you, Marcus." She says softly.
"For what?" I say blinking, taken aback.
She ducks her head, ears flattening against her skull.
"For... for taking my virginity."
I can't help but chuckle, waggling my eyebrows.
"Trust me, Gatinha. The pleasure was all mine."
"You're too much, Marcus." Carlie laughs, relief washing over her features.
I grin, but there's a question gnawing at the back of my mind. I sit up, the humor fading from my voice.
"Carlie, what are the chances of... well, you getting pregnant from this?"
Carlie freezes, her eyes widening in panic. She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper.
"I... I don't know. I'm not in heat, but..." She shakes her head, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. "We should... we should stop by a pharmacy before we go back to Edith's."
I nod, running a hand through my hair.
"Yeah, good idea." I glance down at my body, slick with sweat and aching from exertion. "Just give me a few minutes to recover. You really did treat me like a chewing toy."
"Sorry." She whispers, feeling guilty.
[Masha Medvetskaya]
"This is the last checkpoint inspector I swear." say the meerkat security nervously.
"Take your time." I mutter in response.
The meerkat's paws shake as she fumbles with the keys, struggling to open the final door. I tower over her, my breath frosting in the damp underground air.
"Apologies, Inspector," she mutters, finally getting the key to turn.
'Six checkpoints.' I grumble internally, 'Why all the redundancy? If it's so urgent that I attend this meeting, why choose a location so deeply buried?'
The meerkat finally pushes the door open. The heavy metal groans, revealing a stark white corridor. I step through as the meerkat scurries past me.
"This way, Inspector," she says, her voice echoing slightly.
My breath mists in the air. The cold here is noticeable, but nothing compared to Winter Scourge's lair. No ice crusts the walls, no frost coats my fur. Just a bland, sterile chill.
We walk down the corridor, passing through more security checkpoints. Each one beeps, hums, or clicks, scanning me with various sensors. Infrared, X-ray, and others I don't recognize. The security is tight, tighter than any place I've visited before. It puts my senses on edge, my instincts screaming something is off.
The meerkat leads me to a massive steel door at the end of the corridor. It slides open slowly, revealing a laboratory more advanced than anything I've ever seen. Holographic interfaces float above gleaming tables, displaying complex diagrams and streams of data. Machines hum softly, their purposes mysterious.
The lab is of cutting-edge technology with equipment that looks like something out of a science fiction novel. But my gaze locks onto a massive cylinder of glass filled with luminescent, green liquid. Suspended within, an ornate sword catches the light, its edges glinting menacingly. I approach it, drawn by an inexplicable magnetism.
"Don't stare too long, dear. It has a tendency to... captivate." A voice, old and raspy, breaks the spell.
I blink, turning to face an old rat anthro in a white lab coat. Her fur is gray and patchy, her muzzle wrinkled with age. She leans on a cane, her tail curled tightly around the shaft.
"You must be the inspector. Masha Medvetskaya, yes?" she asks, extending a paw.
I nod, taking her paw in a firm grip.
"Yes, and you are?"
"Dr. Morwenna," she replies, "I'm the one who called you here. It's about the sword, you see."
She gestures to the cylinder, the liquid inside sloshing gently. The sword sways slightly, catching the light at new angles. I can't shake the feeling it's watching me, waiting.
"What about it?" I ask, tearing my gaze away from the blade. "And why all the security? This place is a fortress."
The doctor. chuckles, a dry, rasping sound.
Dr. Morwenna shuffles to a holographic display, her cane clicking against the cold floor.
"Right now this sword is powering our entire country at this very moment."
I suck in a breath, shock coursing through me.
"That's impossible," I stammer, my mind racing. "What about our nuclear and coal power plants? Wind farms? Fields the solar panels?"
The old rat waves a dismissive paw.
"All decommissioned. The funds previously used to maintain them were... repurposed for rebuild efforts."
I cross my arms, a vague memory surfacing. A coastal city reduced to ruins, the country on the brink of collapse.
"The Glacial Cataclysm." I mutter. "Winter Scourge incident, thirty years ago."
"Indeed." Dr. Morwenna nods. "After the rebuilding, a significant portion of the budget was allocated to keeping Winter Scourge contained. Another portion funds my research on this sword."
My gaze drifts back to the blade, its luminescent glow pulsing softly. A shiver runs down my spine, not from the cold, but from an unsettling realization.
"Our entire country," I murmur, "depends on one trinket."
"It's not as precarious as it sounds." The rat shrugs. "The sword's power is immense, almost limitless. But there's a problem."
"Just one?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
She ignores my sarcasm as her eyes narrow, her gaze fixed on the pulsating blade.
"A few months ago, the sword began to... behave differently." She pauses, tapping her cane against the floor. "It started to pulse with more energy, as if reacting to something. Or someone."
I furrow my brow, unease prickling my spine.
"What does this have to do with me, Doctor?"
She turns to face me, her expression grave.
"Our superiors, they're the same, dear." The doctor states, crossing her arms. "They sent you to investigate the disturbances in Santa Francisca, didn't they?"
I nod, recalling the chaos in the city's underbelly, the underground tournament, the illegal race... both have the same enigmatic figure as the champion.
"Those incidents," she continues, "they corresponded with the times the sword pulsed with the most energy. Especially the race. The readings went off the charts."
My eyes widen, realization dawning.
"You think the sword is reacting to... my target?"
Dr. Morwenna nods.
"Precisely, dear. And if these energy fluctuations worsen..." She trails off, her gaze drifting to the holographic displays. Data streams flicker, graphs spiking with sharp peaks. "Our country will be plunged into a new dark age."
I stiffen, the weight of her words settling over me like a shroud. An image of cities descending into chaos, Anthros and humans alike panicking as power grids fail, flashes through my mind. I grip the edge of the table, knuckles white.
"For the sake of the Anthrostate," Dr. Morwenna says, her voice barely above a whisper, "you must capture your target, Inspector. Before it's too late."
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