Author: This is a continuation of Lion Says his Grace. If you haven't read that one please go ahead and read it. Just a warning that the previous story isn't really great and it was just an excuse to write some smut lol This one dumpster fire of a story actually has some thought into it. I tried lol Enjoy this….whatever this is. I would appreciate any good criticism review so that I know how to better myself. Thank You so much.

The taste of him.

I can still taste him on my tongue when I call him master, when his piercing green eyes meet my delicate pedal blue ones. I'm the oldest brother, I'm the one in charge. Why am I doing this?

Why did I start this….

I was in heat and my cycle was at it's peak. I wanted something to fulfill the crawling need to be touched, used. I'm trying to silence the voice. That nagging noise that's begging my brother to take me. We're not related, but we were raised together and master splinter would not prove of this.

… but I want him to break me. I don't mind, please break me. Be aggressive, be a savage. Rearrange my insides. I don't want to think, I don't want to have the ability to speak. I only want his name to leave my lips. Everyone in this forsaken household will know how he owns me. How we redefine a sin. Make me plea for mercy dear brother. Break the bed frame.

Break me.

Hell, I've already broken my vows of the bushido code. Now I'm versed in so much worse. I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head. Since I began to see him, I mean really see him for everything that he is, I've been insane. He makes everything seem so hazy. This need, this love comes with such a cost.

Is it even love? Have I lost my mind? He always has a hard time following me. He doesn't understand that when he will follow me, I'll be down on my knees. I'm tired of these nights avoiding things unholy. I could go down on him so slowly. Just how he likes it. Feeling his gaze locked on me, only me. For him to fill my ears with praises and I would thank him. Immerse me in this new world and overwhelm me.

I'm holding my tea and I haven't realized that not a single drop has touched my lips. I don't even smell the hibiscus and green tea that fills my cup. All I smell is him as he sits across from me. Is he trying to torture me? His scent, his natural scent comprises of firewood and freshly baked bread. I take a single glance while he's eating his cheesy egg sandwich, his favorite, and I soak in the scenery.

"Are you OK bro?" My youngest brother questions. I snap out of my trance and look up from my cup To look at my brother. I see nothing.

"You haven't taken a single sip of your tea Lee," Donnie knowingly points out. Everyone at the table knows my cup has been planted on the table since I've put it there. Again I say nothing and not surprisingly neither does my red bandit brother. Raph and I aren't really helping the situation.

I'm wet, I'm unbearably wet. I know he can sniff how embarrassingly deprived I've been of his cock. I only get up from my seat, cup in hand as I make my way to the sink. I can hear the tea go down the drain. I hate it. I never waste tea and everyone else knows better than to waste tea around me. Red flag number one.

I don't care.

Hey I still have the phantom taste of him in my mouth. I want to say some thing. Answer them with some sort of excuse, but Mikey is relentless and Donnie will want to check up on me if I say I feel sick. Defeated my lips are sealed and my legs betray me as I begin to walk away to break my vows again in private.

I wonder if he'll reward me later. What would be my present this time?

Back in my room I arch my back as far as my shell would allow. My legs extend as I throw my head back onto my pillow ever so gently. My eyes are closed softly as these images are humming in my mind. I suck in a deep breath and I slide my finger between the folds of my soaking wet sex. I bring my other hand to my throbbing pole and grip its thickness. I'm leisurely stroking my length to the rhythm of my other hand thrusting my finger in my tightness. I feel the pressure and I know I'm so close and that sweet release. I whisper his name. Cautious of who might be listening. I secretly want him to hear me calling for him. A churring whine erupts from my throat.

"Raph…." His name escapes through bouts of heavy breathing. I can feel my chest rise as my breath speeds up. My muscles tighten, my legs are shaking and my hand is a blur as I continue to pleasure my wood. Pre-cum making it slicker to smoothly reach the climax of this dirty adventure. I softly moan. I can image the feeling of Raph's breath on my neck and his hands trailing over my bear skin causing goosebumps to ripple all around me. I'm getting there, I'm almost there.

My knees are bent up to my waist, feet exposed to the cold air. My legs are deliciously spread, spread like creamy butter just for him. My lips part into a beautiful "O" shape. The moans are slightly louder this time. I'm like a siren hoping to lore him astray. I want to change him as much as he's changed me. One touch and I'm drooling. If I'm doomed to repeat what we've done last night, I'll surely be shackled to him for life. My toes are curling as the moment finally arrived. I'm levitating as my eyes roll back. Beads of sweat coat my skin like two drops on a hot misty morning. It feels like a sauna in my room. Strings of nature's bitter baby making sauce spurts from my manhood. It's sore and satisfied. My hands slowly withdrawal from my flushed cunt.

We have a dick And body of a boy, so it predominantly makes us males, but for some odd apparent reason we were given a pussy for shits and giggles. Apparently this happens more often in animals, Than it does humans. Marvelous. Mine is quite small with a soft pink hole. It's tucked so neatly between my legs that no one would really see it. They would only see the outline of my dick through my skin tight shorts and no one would know our dirty little secret.

How many dirty secrets can I keep?

How many am I allowed to keep?

I am sprawled out on the bed. My heart slowly returns back to normality. The air becomes cold again and I realize the sheets are cool with sweat. It would be smart to wash them. You'll smell me…. He will smell me. I want him to know how much of a foul turtle I've become. How far this pollution has taken me. I reluctantly raise myself from the bed and I start scratching the sheets within my fingers as much as my hands and arms would allow. I felt sticky and I was already starting to stink. As I was about to exit my room, the door swung open… and there he was standing there in all of his muscular glory and there I was a heated mess. He was about to say some thing when his pupils restricted to the size of a dime and his nose began to crinkle. His eyes quickly returned to normal. He attempted to recollect himself.

" at least now I got the answer to my question," Raph bit his bottom lip in thought and then let out a short whistle. To what question he was referring to, I don't know. I was frozen to all stupid. Why couldn't I move? Raph takes a step closer while his nose is flaring. He's sniffing me! He painstakingly closes the gap between us. The motherfucker is sniffing me. He's so close to my skin, I can feel his snout softly graze my neck.

" you didn't ask a question," my statement was breathy. As assertive as I wanted to be, didn't come out quite how I had wanted. I sounded pathetic and secretly needy and he noticed.

"In my head dummy. Now I know why you've been avoiding me," he responded with the same breathy tone against my neck. Touch me Raph, touch me Raphael. The voice in my head, chanting his name and cheering him on. Being a begging whore that I am for him. Grab me by my neck and force me to my knees. Please.

" musta have enjoyed las' night huh? If you're in here playin' with that peach a yers, you mus' not need me then…." he quickly grips my neck in his large hand and jerks me closer to him. I stiffen with excitement. I trust him…. I know he won't hurt me right? My mind went blank with a familiar sensation.

"….do you," he finished his statement and it snapped me back to reality. I Wait patiently for him to tell me to look at him. " don't play wit' me Lee. If yer finger fuckin', then ya won't need me," he repeated. " Look at me," He finally demanded. His grip hasn't loosened. In fact it tightens. Cutting a little of my air supply. Did I whimper? Oh how helpless I have become for him.

" you said I was the only one. The only one who could do this," his eyes are like weapons, but yet there is uncertainty in those leafy colored orbs.

"I'm sorry master for making you feel as if I no longer need your pleasure. I Promise that every time you come around, I won't deny your needs as I know they'll meet mine," I'm playing my part too well. He loosens his fingers around my neck, but doesn't withdraw his hand. It's softly grazing my skin up to my jawline. No one would believe the site before them. 6'6 beast ready to devour their 6'4 prey and how I enjoy being his meal for him. Raph stares into my hungry eyes as the realization settles in. The agreement has been finalized. No room for confusion. He wants to seal the deal.

"You're here to stay?"

Say it Leonardo Hamato and all your dreams will come true….

"Yes," Occupy my selfish universe, Master. I lean into his palm. "Please," I mewled like a desperate exhausted slut.

Without a pause, my overly strengthened brother resumed his tight hold on my throat and slammed me on the bed. Confirming that he's accepted this disgusting accord. The heat in the room was rising again. We were finally going to seal the bond. Is this worth it? He positions himself between my quivering legs. I'm on my shell as my body sinks into the mattress. I can feel him ghosting over me as I close my eyes. Raphael flares his nostrils in disappointment.

"I didn't tell you to close your eyes. Look at me," He demands confidently. My pupils waste no time in locking eye contact with him. "I want you to see this. I want you to see how with every inch imma make you mine. Remind you who fucks this right, who truly knows you and owns you," He said with a low tone. At this point I didn't care who would walk through my door. To finally lift the weight of this secret off my shoulders. I underestimated how large he was. I struggled with the size of him as he pushed his way in. Slowly and gently he descended deeper into my tight glory hole. He must've seen it on my face as my mouth slightly parted from the pain. Raphael paused and examined me.

"Are you okay?" He sucked in a breath. "Dammit, blue you're tight," He froze, keeping himself steady. I know he doesn't wanna hurt me. After all, he finally has me beneath him. Why would anyone want to ruin that? I'm taking shaky breaths as I try to adjust to him.

"I…..ugh….didn't realized how….ugh….big you are," I responded. In truth, I've seen him naked plenty of times before, but dreaming of that pole of cock made me believe I could handle this. Now I'm not so sure. Have I made a mistake? I feel him pulsating within my walls. I'm gripping his biceps and I uncontrollably squeeze the delicate muscle around the stiff appendage. "Uh!…Raphie!" He was stretching me to my limit. Why did I have to love such an enormous pipe?!

"I'm sorry Lee," He leaned down and our soft snouts connected. We stopped calling him by the affectionate name when we were 9-10 years old. Raph didn't like it anymore. Pulling back to the present, saying the name now only activates the protective nature in him.

It reminds me that he would never intentionally hurt me.

"Take a deep breath, tell me what's going on?" He cooed. He was nuzzling our snouts together, trying to calm me down. With a gentle whisper…..

"Do you want me to stop baby?"

"Start moving…..please," Despite the discomfort, I never took my eyes off of him. He slowly withdrew and steadily pushed forward. He was careful not to overstimulate. The friction that shortly followed was one of an incredible sensation. My body was responding positively and my pussy, my delicious pussy was enjoy her delectable treat with the moist sounds that must resemble a muse to his ears. I wanted more.

"Fuck me Daddy, give it to me like you've always wanted," Every time we spared whether it'd be in private or in front of our father, I always told him one thing before we began….

"…..don't…. *Just Breathe Leo*….hold back," I managed to finish my sentence and without question, he obeyed my order. Who's the master here? Me or him?

"That's what you want, Blue? You want Big Daddy to show you what he can really do?" Withdrawing his cock once more, he slammed it into me, hitting something deep within me that caused me to throw my head back on the mattress and churr loudly. That came from me?

"Oooooooh! Fuck!" My brother…..NO….my mate? Is he my mate now? He grabbed both my legs and threw them over his shoulders, one on each side and locked them in place by wrapping his arms around them. He then gripped my arms and held me down onto the bed. I wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't allowed to at this point. I have no choice, but to take it all without complaint. With every pounding thrust, he held me in place like I was nailed and chained to this bed. He was filling me in places I never thought I could be filled. I can't close my mouth as every stroke causes me to scream and moan with every sound possible. I can't be quiet and I can't hold back. I'm drooling and crying from pure bliss. I'm sure I look like he's hurting me, but assure you not a single pain was felt or inflicted.

I needed this. He needed this.

"Fuck me harder!" I demanded. He was already knocking on my cervix's door, how much harder can he go? Raphael dipped down close to my neck and sank his teeth into my shoulder within the swiftness causing me to freeze. He bit down hard. He stopped biting and forced me to face him again as he locked me back into place.

"You might wanna rephrase that…..what you want Big Daddy ta do?"

"…Fuck me please," With tears in my eyes, I was helpless and ready to let him use me like a back alley whore. He was busting me wide open.

"Say it again, I didn't hear you," The pressure was building between my legs and I loved every impact. He gripped my arms harder as punishment and decided not to change the pace. I had forgotten who was in control and who I was to listen too. Tears continued to trail down my face as I carried on with my whining and crying from how he played my body so well.

"Do ya need me to remine' you who's fuckin' ya right now?" His voice dropped a tone or two and it sent a shiver down my spine. His hands were too strong and it began to hurt my arms. I knew what was expected of me.

"I'm sorry," I weakly whined in response as he continued to use my flushed hole. He loosened his grip and leaned back down and licked my bruised shoulder. He peppered kissed me from the bruise all the way up to my tear stained cheeks. "Ask me again what ya want from Daddy," He encouragingly cooed.

"Uuuugh! Kameee! Aaah….Kusoooo!" I could only bend my elbows as my hands began to try and grip anything that they can. I was ripping the sheets and I couldn't speak. Just like I wanted.

"Tell. *Thrust* Me. *Thrust* What. *Thrust* You. *Thrust* Want!" He instructed.

"Aaah!" My voice was hoarse, but I managed. "Harder please! PLEASE!"

"Say it again!" His hands moved down to my hips as if he was preparing for my answer.

"Harder Daddy pleaaaaaase!" My legs we're getting weaker and my toes were cramping from curling.

I felt my hips hoist up into the air. A short pause allowed me to catch my breath and look down to see Raphael at an upright position on his knees between my legs. My body arched in his hands and I attempted to support myself with my arms. I was already tired, so doing so proved to be difficult. He began to pound me hard and my arms gave out. I couldn't hold on and I allowed my body to bend backwards unnaturally. If I thought he was filling me then, he was definitely was filling me now.

"Aah! Master!" I tried to pull myself away just a little to lessen the pressure, but to no avail. He pulled me back.

"Don't try to run!" He growled. "What's the matter Lee? You feel it in your stomach?"

"You're so deep!"

"Daddy's deep? Mmh?" I can hear his heavy breathing. "Big daddy's meat too deep?" Every angle….every angle inside me was just right.

"You wanna buss fer me? You wanna show ya Masta how much ya love his cock?"

Oh tawagoto Yes! I only managed to shake my head up and down and moan. My ability to form words were completely gone. He thrusted into my cunt a few more times before my voice went silent and I was in utter euphoria. My tail was wagging wildly at the realization that I was having a mind blowing orgasm. My thoughts were long gone until he pulled out of me and yanked me upright by my arms. His hand was a blur as he stroked his own dick to completion.

"Open ya mouth," He said breathlessly. I opened wide and closed my lips around him. He hissed as he came into my waiting mouth. I let his cum sit on my tongue.

"Swallow and I wanna look at them blue eyes as yer doin' it. " he cupped my lips covering any chances of me spitting it out. I swallowed what I could as I stared into his eyes. I don't want to disappoint. When Master Splinter spoke of dedication, this is NOT what he had in mind. The taste of him was tart, but I controlled my need to gag and drank his essence. A small amount slipped between his thick fingers and it slid down his hand.

"Good booooy," he appraised me softly. Almost a whisper. "It's okay if some slips. I like seein' how messy you can get," he kissed my forehead and let go, lightly petted my chin with his thumb. With his other hand he lightly passed his finger on my already used peach. I whimpered at the attention. He connected our snouts again and nuzzled them with such affection. He then placed his lips on mine and buried the burning question in my mind.

Is this worth it?

Yes.

This growing pressure was merely a precursor to how much we truly needed each other. I want to see how much further I can take this. I want no way out. Our lips parted with hooded eyes. Both His hands were now on my face wiping my wet cheeks of any remaining tears.

"Are ya gonna keep being this good ta me?" Raphael uttered softly. There was something different in his eyes now. Something I didn't notice before. I finally understand why he would always take his anger out on me. He thought I would leave him this whole time and he still does. Is that why he would purposely push me away? Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if he hadn't developed a close bond like I had wanted in the first place. He doesn't have to push me away anymore.

Not a single doubt in my mind now.

"Yes…..Master."

Author notes: WOOOOOF. This took way longer than expected to type down! Hope you enjoyed!