faelans_folly | [Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

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[Open - Area Around Irish Coffee After Midnight]

I check all the locks and alarms again, even though I did that all on my last sweep. Routine is both an enemy and an ally. As long as I don't use the routine to become lazy and remain alert, it's my ally. Not that this place is a likely target but lack of vigilance is an enemy.

I can hear the training drilled into my head, even if I don't remember where and when it came from. Like everything else I know it's just there. No memory of how or why, just there.

I hear a sound, faint, but definitely there. No human could hear it, but then I'm not human. I don't know what I am, exactly, but I'm not human.

I sweep the flashlight back and forth, although I keep it on more to blind others than help me see. I can see perfectly in the dark, just like I can hear things a human shouldn't. I take a deep breath and I can smell that whatever it is, it's a human. Or at least smells similar to a human.

"Who's there?" I call out.

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Maggie licked at the spot just under his ear before resting her cheek on his shoulder. She took stock of her body, her energy, and she blinked.

"No, I'm not. I should be. From everything that happened tonight, I should be a shell. But I feel like I could climb the peak right now." She pulled back to look at him. "I can't go back home since my nightgown is shredded," she said with a wide grin. "But there's an apartment upstairs. Fully furnished."

"Why don't you put on my clothes," I suggest, leaning in to nibble at her bottom lip playfully. "Because I rarely get tired and I... want to be loud and... vigorous. For a long time."

I really don't want her customers in the morning to hear us fucking, especially if it's anything like it was. I hope it is a lot like it just was, because I really liked that. I really like her, the feel of her against me and around me.

"All I really need is your shirt. That should cover everything that needs covering," Maggie said as a shiver passed over her body. "And my house is off by itself. The houses around it are all vacant. So you I can scream and you can growl all we want."

Never mind that the only person in the Folly that had ever been inside her house was Levi. That she never, every brought sex home. She wanted more time with him, and with his amazing body. Time she wouldn't get if they were upstairs...time she rationalized as exempt from her no repeats rule as this being just one night, one continuous time.

"Will you take me home, Jack?"

"Good," I say, voice low and rumbling again. I want her all to myself, to make her scream in pleasure. I want to take her over and over until we both can't stand it anymore.

I easily lift her up and bend down to get my shirt, slipping it on her. I fold up everything else of mine neatly and put it in a pile behind the counter. I give her a small smile and then quickly, much faster than before, I shift.

In a moment I'm not longer human shaped. I pad across the floor on silent paws, fur jet black and soft. Pumas and mountain lions are the same species, just separated by location and color. I rub my head against her leg, another sign of possession before I rear up and place my front paws on her shoulders.

I give the side of her face a long lick, which gives me ideas for something we can do later, before moving back to the ground. I'm still not crazy about anyone else seeing my tattoos and this seems a good way to hide them for the moment.

Maggie showed no sign of shock when he shifted to a puma. She just grabbed her bag and as just about to turn for the door when she had a face full of sleek, black cat. She giggled when his rough tongue ran the length of her cheek.

"Hmm. No manners, apparently," Maggie commented, with laughter still in her voice. She dropped a hand to run it over the soft head and scratch behind his ears. "It's totally unfair, you know," she said as she locked the cafe door behind her and texted her assistant that she wouldn't be in at all later that day.

I purr happily and loudly as she scratches behind my ears, shoulders bumping against her waist. Her touch feels just as good now as when I was human. In this form I can smell her even better, I like that she smells like me too now. Like mating.

Huffing I run out in front of her before darting back, circling around her legs. Eager. Even... playful? I don't think I've felt playful before. Maybe it's this form.

Maggie laughed when he ran past her, whipping around to face him as he darts past. "Someone's feeling playful," she laughed, "but sneak attacks are no fun at all."

She looped her bag over her head and rubbed her hands together. "Think you can get me now I'm expecting it?" She waited at the first twitch of huge paws to pull the air to her and lift her off the ground before he could make contact, and then run like hell for home.

She wasn't sure why, but instinct was screaming at her to make him chase her.

Chase! Chase! Play!

I run after her, claws churning the ground as I bound after her. She jumps high and runs fast. Not as fast as me, but fast. Playful. Fun mate. Want to catch her, but not yet. Want to catch when at her den, when we can mate. Catch her and show her I'm strongest, best at mating.

Maggie got to the house and bounded through the front door, laughing through her panting breaths from the run. She made it through the door and kicked it shut behind her, knowing she was forcing him to shift back human.

If her guess was right, form wouldn't matter. He'd still have his animal senses even in human form, so she dropped his shirt to the foot of the stairs and raced up to the top and hid in one of the spare rooms. Though it felt impossible, she tried to steady her breathing and heartrate while she waited.

I push the door open, hands shifting first as I sneak inside. By the time I close the door I'm human again, but it always takes a bit for those more powerful animal urges to subside.

Hunt. Find. Mate.

I smell her. More difficult at first, the entire house smells like her, but not like her in heat, like when she smells like me. Crouching low I creep up the stairs. At the top, I take a deep breath. I know which room is hers, but she's not in the room. She's in another room.

I push the door open and wait. I can see fine in the dark. I can hear the pounding of her heart and can smell her.

In heat! Mate!

I move into the room in a blur, grabbing her and tossing her lightly on the bed as I pin her wrists above her and grin.

Maggie was laughing again by the time he had her pinned, only giving token struggles. "Having fun?" she said, smiling back.

"Yes," I hiss, nuzzling at her neck. I like the sound of her laughing, having fun. The way her body squirms against me. My mouth moves down, kissing along her breasts. I let go of her hands so I can play with them, kneading them and playing with her nipples.

I keep kissing down her body, teeth grazing along her stomach. When my head is between her legs I give her one long, slow lick to the top of her inner thigh to let her know my intent.

Maggie's back bowed when his hands moved over her breasts, giving little moans as his fingers touched and teased. Then she felt his teeth against her belly, near her hip and then...ohfuckfuckfuck. Her hips bucked as a a body that should have been long spent of any sort of lust rekindled like a match tossed into a pool of gasoline. "Jack...GodJack what..."

I smile against her skin. I like the sounds she makes. Good sounds, needy sounds, mating sounds. Sounds and smells that excite me even more. I want her again, but I'm waiting, I want to try something first.

My tongue shifts. Puma tongue; long, rough, and almost prehensile. I move between her legs properly and give a long, slowly lick all the way up her slit, letting her feel just how long and rough my tongue is.

Different. That's the first thing that registers. The same sensations she's always felt with someone's head between her legs. At first. Then everything was flipped upside down. The tongue on her folds was rougher, and the sensation is a hundred times more intense because it went on, and on, and fuck...how long was his tongue? Her body flooded and her hips arched to get closer.

I give a pleased growl at her reaction, squirming in delight as her hips press up. This is good, very good. I like how she tastes, how she feels against my tongue. My senses are so heightened that the smell of her desire and pleasure is driving me crazy.

I finish licking, flicking the end of my tongue against her clit. I lick down this time, starting with my tongue rubbing against her clit and moving down before curling far up into her. While the back of my tongue laps against her clit the rest licks up and around inside of her, almost corkscrewing deep in her.

The orgasm was so quick, so intense, it scared her. The waves continued to crash and her walls spasmed around his tongue as it fucked inside her in perfect rhythm to whatever he was doing with his tongue to her clit. She wanted to die a little, she wanted more, she...she didn't know what she wanted anymore except fucking him.

Good. So good to make her come, to give her pleasure. I don't stop though, I know she wants more and can handle it. I keep licking over and over up inside of her and against her clit. I want her louder, I want her to scream as much as she can because no one is around to hear it. I grab her hips and push them down on the bed, pushing my face harder against her, tongue searching for that spot inside her that drives her wild.

Maggie was waiting for the stop, the slow flick or soft kisses that usually came after she did, but...fuckfuckfuck...her hips bucked against his hold, her eyes slam shut. "Jack..I..Jack...ohfuck!"

She could feel every inch of his tongue as it fucked her again and again, going deeper inside her with every thrust until the end flicked her g-spot and she screamed again, a loud and long, legs clamping down on his head, her hand fisting in his hair.

Yes! Howl! Let others know I am good mate!

I don't let up, not for a long time, not until I'm sure that I've broken some part of her. That animal side in me wants to dominate her by proving I'm the best she could get while the human side is so aroused it can't stand it but also wants to pay her back for the kindness.

When I'm finally satisfied she's had enough for the moment I roll to the side, tongue shifting back to normal as I scoot up next to her. Running fingers through her hair I can't help the smug smile on my face.

Strongest! Best at mating!

"I'd ask what the hell that was," Maggie said, purring slightly and pressing her lithe body against his, rubbing against him just a little, "but I don't want to jinx it."

Her fingers rested on his chest, tracing little patterns while her body continued to throw aftershocks.

"Cat had my tongue," I say, reaching an arm over to wrap around her and pull her close, half on me. I'm still hard and aching for more, but I like this. I like just being with her and feeling her skin against me. Almost like where she touches me it doesn't hurt quite so much.

Maggie's head popped up to look at his face. "You. That was..." Her eyes rolled in her head, mostly because she could remember every inch as if he was still buried inside her. "That was incredible," she said as her eyes opened. "Amazing," she said and lowered her head, "blew my fucking mind," she finished before her lips took his in a deep kiss, purring again when she tasted herself on his lips this time.

I kiss her back, chest puffing up at how good it was for her. I like that, being good for her. Not just as a pride thing, but as a way to make her feel good. Feel happy. I don't have a lot of that in my life and she gave me some and I want to repay that.

My hands run along her back, feeling how smooth her skin is, feeling the muscles shifting under my hands as I pull her more on top of me, trapping my cock between us.

Thankful that the itch already starting for him again was more need than demand, Maggie started nuzzling his neck again when he slipped his cock up and against her belly. He'd liked that earlier and she loved the way he tasted. The thought had her chuckling as she began a slow rock of her hips, mouth moving lower to his pecs, to flat, hard nipples, to the ridges of his belly.

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