Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex
This is an on-going serial about men who are a little more than human and participate in the sport of underground, bare knuckle fighting.
Aidan dressed slowly after showering under the hottest water he could stand. He’d taken a hell of a beating. The bastard he’d fought had been strong as a bear and Aidan wasn’t at all sure his opponent might not be one in another form.
He finished dressing though he would rather give in to his cat, a gray-coated leopard that hated the west coast heat, and prowl the night, seeking another of his kind. But snow leopards in California were as rare as diamonds in gumball machines. And he would know, he’d never run across a female. Not once in his ten years of living in LA.
He grabbed his duffle bag and made a quick exit. He spied Thorn, as usual, surrounded by a flock of adoring women. Sometimes he hated the big blond bastard in a jealous pal kind of way. Thorn was everything a best friend should be and then some.
Aidan grinned as he watched the little drama playing out. Thorn wouldn’t go home alone. He almost never did. But then he wasn’t exactly human either, though Aidan didn’t know for sure what he was and oddly enough, he didn’t think Thorn knew he was anything but human.
He shook his head. Truth as he knew it was certainly stranger than fiction. Not one of the regular participants at the fights was simply a human getting a little fist action. Every one of them was something more. Most were shifters, but not all. They had all gravitated there for the same reason—to work off excess aggression and a side that was beyond dangerous if left to express itself in a more violent way. Getting beat up and beating up was the best self-help in the world.
A gentle breeze blew long strands of hair into his face and he shoved it back. One of the women turned from Thorn and stared at him. Shock displayed openly on her lovely face. Man, she was a looker. A thread of jealousy worked its way through him. Thorn attracted women like no one he’d ever met before. He didn’t do badly with the ladies but Thorn had only to turn his gaze on one of the willowy creatures to have her turn to putty.
Too bad the big blond brute hadn’t been a redhead like the man who’d sired him. The ladies might not be so hot for him then. That thought sobered him. At least he knew his father. Thorn had one photo and nothing else of the man who had fathered him.
Aidan’s eyebrow quirked as the woman broke from the cluster of adoring females and strutted in his direction. She had almost reached him before the breeze subtly shifted. Her scent slammed into him, a hammer blow to his gut. His breath caught then poured from him in a rush.
The female leopard sidled up to him. Like him, her hair was raven, same color as the rosettes on his leopard’s fur.
A slow smile spread over her face. “Thorn says you’re his best friend and a great guy.”
“Thorn is the most honest soul you’ll ever meet.” He grinned to show he was kidding.
She laughed and it sounded like little tinkling bells.
“Where have you been the last ten years of my life?” he asked.
“I was looking. Our paths just didn’t cross.”
“You’re just like me, aren’t you?”
She pushed her hair back. “Yeah. I’m a snow, too. My God, it’s so good to find another of my kind. I thought I was alone.”
“So did I.” His heart thumped and he controlled the urge to wipe his hands on his pants. Just like a nervous kid, his palms were sweating. “What’s your name?”
“Katlin.”
“Nice. I’m Aidan. In case Thorn didn’t tell you.”
“He did,” she said and grinned.
“I was on my way home. But if you’d like, I’d love to take you to dinner. We can talk and get to know each other a bit.”
“I’d love that. I really would.”
***
After taking her to his favorite place, somehow, they ended up at his second favorite place. They walked along a dirt trail cut into the steep bank of a large, fast moving creek.
“This is pretty,” she said.
“Yeah. I like it here.”
She walked close beside him. “I can see why.”
“Can you?”
“Yes. Absolutely.” She stopped and met his gaze. “Want to go for it?”
He looked around. “We could stash our clothes over there.” He pointed to a large rock. “I’m game if you are.”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she began disrobing.
He simply stood and gaped at her.
She smiled and stripped off her blouse. Firm breasts, the nipples taut little peaks, were freed.
It was all he could do to keep from grabbing one and fondling the little peak.
Her shoes and socks went next. “What are you waiting for? Shuck ‘em,” she said.
His hands automatically went for his shirt, working the buttons loose without taking his eyes from the lovely creature wiggling from her jeans. As he blatantly stared, she kicked off her Levi’s, a scrap of underwear followed. She was gorgeous. Lithe perfection. His cock had already taken note and passed judgment. It strained against his jeans’ zipper.
“Take ‘em off big boy,” she purred. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
Not one to be shy, he undid the button and ran the zipper down. He lifted one eyebrow and shoved his jeans down his hips, exposing his erect cock and heavy sack.
Her breath caught. “You’re well put together.”
“Thank you.”
She stared with hot eyes. He stood before her, proud of his body and strength. He knew what she was doing and he didn’t object to her open appraisal. Neither of them had run across another of their kind in years. She was eyeing him as mate material. And he was returning the gesture.
Then she looked away for a moment. “Come on. Let’s go.”
They hid their clothing and then facing each other, shifted.
She was an average size cat, but her coat was thicker than his. The silver-gray hairs were long and lustrous.
He was much bigger and heavier. He paced around her, breathing in her female fragrance. To his astonishment, she was approaching her fertile period. His balls suddenly felt full and heavy. She would be ripe to mate within the next couple of weeks.
He growled and had to restrain himself from biting her shoulder in a possessive and dominant move. He whipped his tail back and forth and then raced down the path. She stayed right behind him.
Voices warned them before they ran into hikers and he sprang off the path. She went with him. They ran for miles, going up hills and down into valleys.
They stopped and played in the manner of cats. And then they raced over straight-aways, around trees and over rocks until they finally collapsed and lay panting in tall grass.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself so much.
***
After running and playing for more than three hours, they shifted back to human form. It seemed only natural to return to his apartment. Instead of being tired from the workout, exhilaration stoked him.
“Can I get you something? Mixed drink or a soda?”
“I’d love a spring water if you have any.”
“Sure do. Be right back.”
He grabbed one for each of them and returned to the living room and handed her one of the chilled bottles.
She drank a little then said, “Let’s not waste time. I want you.”
It wasn’t necessary to state her desires twice. His cock was already rock hard just from being near her. She was a beautiful woman and a gorgeous snow leopard. He wasn’t about to let her stroll out of his life. That they barely knew each other meant nothing. They would mate and if anything was there, maybe they would begin the bonding process.
“Come on then.” He stood and held out his hand. She took it and went with him.
His bedroom was cool and darkened, the drapes pulled tight. But it didn’t hinder their vision in the least. Like any cat, seeing in near darkness was natural for them.
He took her willing, pliant form into his arms and drew her close. Bending down, he sought her lips. The contact warm, testing. In a moment, her hands went around his neck and burrowed into his hair. Wanting more, he licked insistently at her lower lip, nipping gently to get his point across. With a slight moan, she opened at his urging and his tongue shot into her, licking and tasting her cool minty flavor.
He wanted to lick and taste every inch of her lovely body. Starting with her blouse, he quickly worked loose the buttons. When the wispy material fluttered open, her lovely breasts were freed.
“Beautiful,” he said and caught a firm globe. Caressing the taut peak with his thumb, he bent and placed a kiss on the twin orb. As his thumb stroked, his lips closed over the peak, laving the bud with his tongue. Groaning, she thrust her breasts forward. Aidan’s free hand supported her back, allowing her to relax and enjoy what he was doing.
As he concentrated on her breasts, a deep moan floated from her, urging him to continue his slow but thorough attentions. “Oh, dear God,” she said and burrowing her hand into his hair, urged him closer.
He swirled his tongue around the crest then nipped gently. Groaning her appreciation, her nails lightly pressed into his scalp. Aidan repositioned to suckle the other mound. Her whimper at the loss of his attentive mouth spurred him to show the firm orb equal attention.
She was ready for him. With enhanced senses, he easily detected the erotic scent that promised her willingness to let him mount her.
Aidan’s cock pushed at his zipper. Wanting closer contact, he backed off her breasts and slid his hand to the small of her back, bringing her against him. Her arms went around his neck and she rubbed herself against him. Amid the rubbing, pulsating heat they were generating, his mouth found her lips once more in a long, hot kiss. He loved the cool mint mixed with hot desire that was her own flavored sensation. Kissing her was fire and ice in the same instant.
Her hands were on his shirt, working the buttons free then shoving the garment off his shoulders. Without breaking contact with her sweet mouth, he shrugged the cloth off his body. With feather strokes, she caressed over his skin, stopping and teasing his nipples, drawing a long groan from him. Her skin on his was warm, inviting. A delicious scent of ready female with a slight hint of something that reminded him of a meadow full of wildflowers clung to her.
Shirtless, they went for each other’s jeans, quickly unfastening buttons and zippers. A moment later both stood nude then they molded together once again. His cock pushed against her soft lower belly. Her hand traced down, skimming along his side until she reached him. Warm fingers curled around his girth and stroked slowly along his length.
They separated, stepping back slightly. Her strokes became firmer, longer. Groaning, he thrust forward, wanting more of what she was doing to him. Her caresses became quicker, working him. A drop of clear fluid pooled at the tiny slit at his head. She stopped jerking him off and rubbed her index finger slowly through the precum. She spread it over his head, traced down and teased along the sensitive ridge. “Jesus,” he moaned. “What are you doing to me?”
She laughed softly. “Pleasuring you.”
“Ah,” he moaned. “You certainly are.”
Gently, he took her hand and removed it from his pulsing cock. Then he slipped his fingers between her legs, urging her to spread them. As soon as she did, he moved in tight and guiding himself, eased his cock between her legs.
“Oh God,” she whimpered and took a wider stance. Her arms went around his neck and she moved up closer against him. He pushed up inside her with one hard stroke. Then his hands were under her bottom, lifting her. With her suspended in his grasp. He thrust into her with several hard strokes. Holding on to him, she worked with him, riding on his shaft, lifting and impaling herself.
He let her grind on him for a couple of minutes before moving the few steps to the bed without dislodging his clock. He pumped a couple of times before withdrawing from her wet heat and setting her down. She groaned at the loss but wasted no time crawling onto the bed.
Aidan joined her and after a quick kiss, positioned himself between her lovely legs. Running his hands down the insides of her firm thighs, he gently pushed her legs further apart. Her center glistened, slick from her moisture and the few moments of penetration he’d enjoyed. Her erotic scent reached into him, spiraling through him all the way to his balls.
Almost purring with pleasure, he bent and stroked his tongue from her center to the little bundle of nerves protruding from the hood of her folds. A long moan came out of her. He swirled his tongue around her nub and gently nibbled until her hips bucked.
Gasping her pleasure, her hands fisted the sheet beneath her.
His tongue danced along her folds, kissing and licking as he slowly made his way over her swollen, heated flesh. Stopping at her opening, he glanced up and caught her gaze, then speared his tongue into her. She sucked in her breath before releasing it in a long groan. His tongue pumped rhythmically until she writhed, her hips jerking while her orgasm peaked. When she stilled, he grasped her hip, urging her over. Giggling, she turned onto her stomach. “You’re a bad boy,” she said and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. But you’re gonna love me for it.” Catching both of her hips, he signaled for her to get onto her hands and knees. She complied and balanced on the mattress. Moving up close behind her, Aidan slid his length between her legs and rubbed along her swollen flesh.
Gasping, she rounded her back. Aidan grasped himself and guided the engorged head to her opening. He pushed into her heat with a sigh of pleasure. Hot and tight, she felt wonderful on his cock. With a growl of pleasure he rocked against her, going deep with each pump. Her moans spurred him to increase his pace, thrusting hard and fast until a second orgasm ripped through her.
When she quieted the second time, he pulled from her heat and she collapsed onto the mattress where she rolled over to face him. Aidan moved up beside her. He kissed her, letting her taste her own flavor. Then he slid over her to join them face to face. He sank into her and she slipped her arms around him. This time he kept it sweet and slow, rocking against her with firm strokes. Her tight walls squeezed him until he couldn’t take any more. He increased his pace until he peaked.
His orgasm roared through him. He came in long hot jets, filling her with his seed. When it was over he rolled to her side and pulled her into his arms. Their sweaty bodies twined together and she wore a very satisfied expression.
“Did it live up to your expectations?” he asked.
“Absolutely.” She smoothed back his hair. “I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”
“Neither do I.” It was true. They were the same kind. Just as important, he found her irresistible.
“This is just the beginning, Aidan. I think we were meant to find each other.
“I think you’re right.” He kissed her then pulled the covers over them. It was just the beginning.
~ Nickie Asher ~
Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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