The corridors were empty and plain, the walls consisting of marbled gray stone with veins of lighter color. There were rows of doors on both sides of him, each exactly the same, except for the numerals engraved into them. The air in the hallway was cycled and carried little to no scent whatsoever. Dumala stopped at a door with the number that matched the temporary mark stamped into his palm. As his fingers reached for the door, the ink on his skin glowed red.
The nano chips in the ink reacted with the doors sensory technology and unlocked it for him. Dumala slid the door open and stepped inside. The interior of the room was a complete contrast from the dull hallways. The bed was the main feature. It was round, topped with silky furs, and set directly in the middle of the room.
Some of the furs spilled off the bed and a few were scattered about the floor in a very inviting manner. Around the edges of the room was other furniture. A hourglass-shaped table held three large skulls. Heat bloomed in his belly at seeing them, knowing that the female that owned them was quite a specimen. A female in possession of skulls meant that she had been worthy enough to have been proposed to, or that she hunted.
Both scenarios greatly pleased him. And as his eyes locked onto the female standing across the room, he was even more pleased. She was stunning. Her body was tall, with leen muscle to her soft curves. Her face was sweetly feminine with violet eyes.
Dumala stood where he was, just taking her in. Her long brown tresses were swept to one side and held in place. Her skin was dark, with lighter mottling and stripping. She was naked, only dressed in delicate chains, and a necklace of preserved animal paws and talons. Her breasts were less then a handful, but her perky nipples were absolutely tantalizing.
A throbbing ache settled between his legs as she strutted forward. Sparring, wrestling, or chasing was typical foreplay but Dumala was overly eager just to get to the intercourse. He used to think that he had a healthy libido, but in recent cycles, his sex drive had become distracting. He had sired many sucklings, trained several pups, and all of his daughters were grown. He had no further interest in wooing females or continuing his bloodline.
However, since his sex-drive had not yet diminished, Dumala found himself visiting this place of business quite often. The female began to circle him like a shark, analyzing him. Her lightly violet eyes moved over his masculine body, his muscles, and his battle scars. Her scent hung in the humid air, testing his control. Though it was not the breeding season when most females were in heat, she smelled fertile.
Though he had paid for her company, and knew that she would mate him whether she approved of him or not, he enjoyed her circling. She seemed to judge him. Dumala purred, his body warming with anticipation. His heady musk began to permeate the air around them. It seemed like he was under the nubile females scrutiny, and he passed.
She placed a palm over his heart as she breathed in a heavy dose of his scent. Her eyes were filled with lust, her dark pupils dilating with the effects of his intoxicating musk. He closed the gap between them and pressed his hips against her body, showing how mere proximity to her aroused him. To placate her, he continued to purr deeply. He had breasts to fondle and her sex to slick his fingers with, but his hands reached out to her scars first.
The female had many breeding marks. Permanent bite marks and gouges covered her body from rough sex. It would cost him quite a bit to persuade her to keep any marks he made, but he would see if she was worth it. He nipped at her breasts, drawing blood. His erection pushed against his crotch guard, becoming painful.
The female quickly remedied that, as eager for sex as he was. She ripped off his coverings, and the sound of tearing fabric delighting him. She let the garments fall to the floor. His lengthy cock stuck out from his body, thirsty for her. Dumala dropped all refinement, and a monstrous new creature transformed in front of her.
A series of airy clicks was the only warning before he sprung at her, claws digging into her shoulders as he swung her around, and slammed her into the wall. He didn't worry about bruising her; he didn't hold back. With a savage growl, Dumala parted his jaws and then bit down on her shoulder. His sharp, pointed teeth sank into her flesh as her body convulsed. Her blood entered his mouth, making his cock twitch upwards with added arousal.
She had an appetite to be ravaged, "Claim me! Tear me apart!"
Dumala kicked her legs farther apart, and positioned his cock in front of her wet opening. With one deft swoop, he penetrated her depths, urging his cock balls-deep inside her channel. His arms wrapped under hers, and he trust harder, lifting her body off the ground as he did. He wildly rutted her up against the wall, his thrusts rough and erratic.
Her claws drug down his back as he pumped into her, leaving intimate marks. The greater pleasure she felt, the more aggressive she became though. Her hands went to his hair, tugging at the base of the strands. She started to scream like a cat in heat and Dumala tried to sedate her with stronger purrs. His efforts were quickly foiled as her nails grazed his dreds.
The strands were sensitive, and searing lines of pain formed at her fingertips. He pulled away from her only to force her over to the bed. The pain mixed with the pleasure, only adding to the high and adrenaline entered his system, giving him the strength to hold her down. One hand clamped onto her thigh, folding her leg up out of his way so that he could penetrate her deeper. His other hand wrapped around her throat to hold her in place.
He hammered into her with every ounce of his strength. His sharp toenails dug into the furs for purchase, slicing through the pelts in the process. When that wasn't enough, his hand abandoned her thigh to clutch her hip. He held her pelvis at an angle, and viciously stuffed more of his thick cock into her body. She buckled under him, moaning, and his exhales were laced with subtle growls.
He continued to pound into her relentlessly, his claws around her throat keeping her pinned. As pleasure stacked, he bent down to bite her neck, completely dominating her body. His muscles began to feel the exertion. Dumala wouldn't give into the release so easily though. His stamina was better then that.
His efforts were rewarded, the excessive amount of exorcize releasing endorphins into his system. He grunted and rammed into her passage faster. She threw her head back into the furs with a passionate cry as an orgasm swept through her body. He moved his hand to cover her mouth, muffling her orgasmic cries. No one was around to hear her, he simply reveled in the sense of control over her.
Dumala had just a bit longer to go before his peak. He had given the female her pleasure first though, and that prompted her to buck him off. He purred to her like a revving engine and as she turned, he took the opportunity to mount her from behind. Now he had the excitement of trying to hold on.
His claws dug into her skin and his heart raced as he latched onto her. He pinned her arms against her body and leaned all of his weight on top of her. She snarled and fought him. He fed his cock between her legs, forcibly plunged his member back inside her slick channel. He humped her vigorously, racing to send himself over the edge and spill his seed before she got loose.
The sex would be just as fulfilling if he didn't reach his peak, but his sex-drive would return faster if he didn't. Deep throated groans filled the room. Finally, he felt his testicles contract, and an intense burst of pleasure racked through his body. He held the female tighter, urging his cock deep inside her sex as his hot, moist gush of cum filled her. As soon as his arms unfurled, she rose up and hit him square in the chest.
Dumala dropped off the edge of the bed, his back hitting the floor with a thud. His orgasm still looming in his body and he was content to just lay there for a while. Rushing endorphins, adrenaline, and pleasure created the ultimate sex. When he finally sat up, his muscles felt stiff and overused, but it had been worth it. The female headed to the bathroom without giving him another glance, and Dumala left the way he'd came.