When He has Me
by Mog Moogle
He was taking off his clothes. It was one of those nights. I knew no foreplay would be forthcoming. Work had drained that from him. His annoying mother that never liked me was getting on his nerves. Tonight, he was going to take out that frustration on me.
There's no other way I'd want it.
I unzipped my pants and pushed them down. His eyes told me that it wasn't going to be a soft and romantic evening. It was something I could give him that no other lover had ever offered. It was a talent surprisingly uncommon. I like it as hard as I can get it.
With my pants down I bent over the bed. I felt his rough paws on my rear. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his thumbs spread my cheeks apart. I could help but gasp when his hot breath teased my pink pucker around that my short fur surrounded.
Then his tongue. God, how I love that tongue. It slid between my cheeks up my rear, and over the texture of my wanting entrance. I moaned out loud as I felt the bumps of his tastebuds slide against my unfurred flesh. My whole body quaked and then shivered.
Begging him to continue only caused his abrupt stop. This was for him, and not for me. My pleasure was by proxy. I was his to use as he saw fit. But, that in itself was cause for elation.
He pulled his muzzle away and pressed up against me. My tail was hiked as high as it would go as the tip of his length pushed up where he most enjoyed it to be. His brief moment of slickening my tailhole was all the lube I was getting this night. I felt the glans of his member push roughly against my opening.
With a rough push, it slipped past my tailring. I gasped at the sudden feeling of it violating my muscles that mistakenly believed they shouldn't be violated. However, my heart and my mind had learned long ago that my place was underneath a strong male capable of taking what he wants from me.
It wasn't gentle. It wasn't even what most would consider loving, but it was exactly what we both wanted. I cried out in a mix of shock and bliss as he slammed into me as hard as he could.
His entire length bottomed out inside me and I felt his wonderful furry orbs graze my backside. He didn't stay there long; at least, not until he came back to that position. He pumped in and out of me as fast as he could. My insides rubbed his length as the little bit of saliva did nothing more than allow him to fuck me the way he wanted. The way I was supposed to be fucked.
I grabbed the comforter on the bed in may paws. I even went so far as to bite the comforter to moan into it as the sudden entry radiated in a mixed pain and pleasure, (to spare the neighbors the sound of a male moaning like a bitch while being claimed by a proper male.) It was the kind of dominance my everyday didn't allow me, and the kind of submission his everyday didn't allow him. This was two males engaging in pure lust for the sake of lust. One, strong and dominant; the other, submissive and receptive.
I knew I wouldn't cum this night. It didn't bother me in the least. Tonight, I was his to use, and it was wonderful. He thrust into me as the pain slipped into the sheets of bliss that blanketed my mind. He fucked me until I wanted nothing else than to make him feel like that was what I was for. He pounded me like my sole purpose, my entire reason for being was for none other than his pleasure.
It wasn't long before his rapid thrusts grew erratic. No surprise to me, considering the only lube I got was three quick licks from his tongue. As he throbbed inside me I tightened my muscles around him. If this was going to be it, I was damn sure going to make him feel like it was the best he was ever going to have.
I would constrict my tailring as he pushed into me, then loosen it enough that he was uninhibited as he pulled out. I felt the throbbing and the swelling. His breathing turned into labored panting, then grunting. I bucked back against him as best I could ... and then it happened.
An exquisite warmth filled me as his orgasm poured into me. His very essence becoming part of my being. I felt his teeth sink into my neck to assert himself, (as if I really needed him to tell me I was his in any other form.) I relished every moment of it.
When his panting subsided and the liquid warmth flooded my insides, he slowly released my neck from his muzzle and then licked the bite mark. The only thing I could do was murmur, "I love you too."
This night, I was his. This night, he has me the way he wants me. This night, I smile as the real control of being dominated is being manifested. Giving yourself to someone else is freedom that those who only fight for dominance will never know.