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The author would like to express in advance that they do not support bestiality or interspecies relationships in real life situations, only in fiction.
This is a piece of fanfiction involving a character who has been personified majorly in their franchise and therefore has been written in a manner that seems human.
Author's Note:
If you do not approve of explicit interspecies sex then I suggest you click off of this now.
This is the first time I've written anything sexual so feedback on my writing is very welcome!
Without further ado, enjoy~
Themes: 1) Progeny 2) The Wheat
by Hans Zimmer (From the Motion Picture Gladiator)
He pulled his hands over her curves, marvelling at the softness of her skin under his leathery hands as she tentatively ran her fingers over his knuckles before clasping onto his thick forearms for support as she straddled him. He eyed her carefully, worriedly, the size difference between them clearly a concern as he felt her fingernails dig into his skin when she rubbed her entrance over the tip of his cock, so he reached around and surrounded her with his long, strong arms and soothingly caressed the small of her back. She was nervous, he could tell from how tense her thighs were as she kept herself just above him, obviously fearing the usual instant pain that most men plunged into her with. Her breathing was tight and was struggling to leave her lungs as her heart beat furiously in her chest, so much so that he could practically see the muscle pulsing in her rib cage. He frowned and leaned his chest forward so it was against her's, engulfing her with his broad frame and pulling her chin down with his long fingers to make her look at him. She snapped open her eyes and Caesar noticed the floods of concern and confusion in her watery orbs. She opened her mouth to speak, but he brushed his thumb over her lips before she could utter a sound. He shushed her with the gentle touch of his forehead against her's as he stroked down her jawline and down to her chest, gliding his fingers methodically down her sternum and over her bare breasts. He felt her breathing hitch at his touch and her hands gripped at his shoulders, searching through the coarse, dark hair for the powerful muscle underneath. He took both breasts in his palms and kneaded away as her breaths turned into gasps. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck and she grinded her small body against him, causing a delicious friction between them as his length probed at her with its eager twitching.
One of the first physical differences Caesar had noticed between himself and other chimpanzee males, aside from his posture and height, had been his genitalia; for some reason it was larger and had more girth than a regular chimpanzee penis, resembling a human's more than a chimp's. It had always had been like that, ever since he'd reached sexual maturity, and where Caesar had been raised by two human men, he had never seen his physical trait as anything unusual. In the Ape Village, however, females gossiped about their King's size, chattering in amusement as they wondered if that was real reason the apes of the Primate Sanctuary had followed him at all. An interesting topic of conversation, but an oddity to have in the nest. Cornelia hadn't seen any problem with it, obviously, but with her absence Caesar had grown restless from the sexual frustration. The thought of taking another mate was still out of the question, so the brooding leader had taken a different route.
The most taboo route imaginable, but beggars can't be choosers.
The woman on top of him spread her legs wider as Caesar cradled her further onto his lap and caught the scent of her arousal on her skin. The smell tempted him to bite her, but he knew what the force of his jaws would do to such a delicate surface.
Still...the thought of marking her...claiming her with bold bruises, puncturing her flesh with his formidable fangs along her collarbone, her shoulders and down her chest...across her stomach…all over her thighs…
Caesar groaned low in his throat as he fought the urge, squeezing her nipple possessively between his fingers in frustration, earning a high-pitched mewl from his lover.
If only she knew what else he wanted to do to her skin…
At the noise, Caesar's eyes darkened and carnal desires finally got the better of him. In one fluid movement, he rolled them over and firmly pressed his shaft against her slit. Her eyes widened at the contact and a whimper managed to escape her before he completely overwhelmed her, the strong edges of his torso and arms locked against her smaller form as he finally thrust inside her. She let out a pained moan at the initial contact, surprised at the ape's movements. Her head swam as she felt one of his huge palms hold her waist just off of the floor, the other squeezing the inside of her right thigh. If he wanted to, he could snap her in half with that one hand and the biceps of his massive arm over her flexed as if to tease her demise. Her eyes watered and her chest thumped at the realisation of how helpless she had become in the shadow of an ape.
His pace was steady, fast, but steady and she moaned aloud with each breath, unable to keep her voice to herself as the passion between her legs shuddered, sparking into life with his rigorous fucking. Caesar couldn't help himself at the combination of sounds and the tight heat around him and grabbed at her hips roughly, grunting and panting, his canines bared dangerously in ecstasy as he quickened.
She arched her back under him and the King slid deeper inside her.
She was loud, something he preferred in a woman and it encouraged him further. She wrapped her legs around his wide back and clawed at his shoulders as the force of his weight crashing against her naked frame started to work up a tight coil inside of her abdomen, the sensation building up with each cry she let out. She looked up at her partner through her hazy vision and marvelled at his strength, transfixed on the raw power of his broad physique as he thrust inside her, those golden-flecked eyes shut in concentration under his heavy brow, stitched together in concentration. Even in the darkness, she could see the sweat glistening under his thick hair and ran her fingers down his chest in awe. His body was all muscle and vigor with his handsome, rugged, greying face speaking of a life of hardship. There was something about him that drew her to this powerful ape, from the sheer light in his intelligent stare to the way his face moved as he spoke. There was such mystery surrounding Caesar, the Ape King, yet here she was, right underneath him, writhing as his name threatened to fall from her lips in their secluded cavern.
He was beautiful. She wondered if others had ever thought the same as she pulled him down further on top of her with her tangled legs around him, feeling the need and grip at him more as their movements caused the fire at her centre to grow uncontrollably. She pushed her crown into the ground as the wild pleasure spread up her thighs and through her stomach. She exposed her neck as her moans simply continued to become louder.
Above her, Caesar growled out a deep breath as her walls started to convulse around his member. He was close, as was she, and he revelled in the fact that he'd lasted longer than usual. Despite his physical difference, sex with Cornelia had always brief, as was the custom of their species. With a human it lasted longer, at least ten minutes more. And it felt better. His breath quickened as his body became impetuous. The sensation was pure euphoria.
Finally, he hefted her hips against him and released inside her with a guttural roar that tremored right through his throat down to his loins. She bucked against him with a gasp and saw stars as she came a few seconds behind him, her final moan leaving her breathless, reverberating off of the cave walls and shaking her entire body. She shivered for a few seconds, her mouth still agape in a silent scream as the warmth of their coupling slowly ebbed away and the feeling in her legs gradually came back. Looking up, her eyes fell on his form as he basked in the afterglow. The way his chest swelled when he inhaled deeply as he climbed down from their climax, his strong hands still around her waist, sent a bolt of electricity over her skin.
She was so busy roaming her eyes over him that she didn't notice him watching her with his unique, evergreen eyes, his sharp brows furrowed in thought.
What they had just done was the ultimate wrong.
He expected to feel dirty, expected to feel guilty or unfaithful, but instead he just felt…
...Steady...
As his heartbeat slowed down, his fingers wandered back to her limp body and he ran his thumbs tenderly over her hip bones before he picked her up gently in his arms. She leaned into him feverishly and he laid back with her. She breathed in his powerful earthy musk, the hairs of his chest tickling her nostrils ever so slightly. They laid there in the dark, breathing in unison. The King stared up at the ceiling and scratched nonchalantly at his faded birthmark. As he felt her bare form still shaking in his arms, he sighed deep in his chest.
"No one can know." His deep voice resonated through his body when he spoke, the hushed, gravelly sound sending vibrations through her. Her eyes were on him and she nodded against his chest, understanding.
"It's our secret." She whispered as she closed her eyes.
