Chapter Seventeen: Attraction and Acceptance
THANK YOU TO ALEXLUKE for your continued support and feedback! I will be having your own personal story outlined here shortly for your approval. :D
AN2: I just realized the sites don't like me to use scene breaks, so if the story appears to be skipping around, please note, there WAS scene breaks in there.
AN3: Also, just wanted to let readers know that as the story progresses, it's taking on a life of its own. I'm going from 10-12 pages to like 16-18. This one is 18 pages long! :O Do you think that's too long or okay? What?
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The next morning Sable was mindful to remain still, waiting for Donnie to move. Thankfully she hadn't had any more sexually charged dreams that lead to an embarrassment for the poor guy.
She moved forward, breaking bodily contact and felt his hand tighten around her waist drawing her near. Rolling over she found him sound asleep, drool hanging from the corner of his open mouth.
So close, she could see his teeth.
Strange.
Full blooded turtles didn't have teeth.
She also detected the thin ridges that made up the circumfrence of his mouth. His top lip curled in his sleep, doing an impressive Elvis impersonation. Sable couldn't hold back her amusement.
Her laughter woke Donnie, who sounded like a roaring engine as he snapped into awareness. He slurped the drool back into his mouth and stared around the tent, making sure there was no danger. He found Sable laughing in his arms.
"What's so funny?" he asked groggily, releasing his hold so he could stretch.
"You," Sable said without shame. "You were performing your best Elvis impression."
"Hardly," Donnie said, disgruntled she had seen him so vulnerable. And apparently very silly. Something he didn't wish for her to see. Her smile made her eyes twinkle in breaking sunlight. To distract himelf from her wiles, he motioned to the food. "Let's have a quick breakfast. If we're lucky, we can make your farm by nightfall."
"Home." Sable breathed.
A tear slipped down her cheek. Then another, and another. One tear became two, three, and next thing Sable kenw, she couldn't stop the flow.
Donnie's arms wrapped around her, drawing her to his chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked, starting to panic. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to a hospital? Are you in pain?"
Sable cried even harder, curling into his chest. Most guys shy away from emotional outbursts, but not Donnie. He held her tight, providing a shield from the outside world as she allowed herself a momentary weakness.
"Are you okay? Please, tell me what's wrong," Donnie repeated. He was worried what had cause Sable to cry. He hated seeing her in obvious pain. But he didn't know the cause. "Are you sick? Do you need a doctor? I'll do whatever I can to stop the pain. What do you want me to do?"
Sable cried even harder, sobbing onto his plastron.
Sable managed to gasp out, "Just hold me," before weeping uncontrollably.
Donnie nodded, grasping a blanket and tucking it around her to ward off the chill. Their fire had gone out and the morning was frosty. Several long minutes passed, Sable slow to regain her composure. Hiccuping and sniffling, she calmed, staring into Donnie's concerned face.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to be such a girl."
"What does that mean?" Donnie asked. He kept his hands lax at her waist, thumb stroking her side through the many shirts she wore.
"Having a crying fit." Sable explained through her hiccups, embarrassed at her breakdown.
"You have suffered a roller coaster of intense emotion and experienced heightened levels of stress," Donnie said, sounding so technical Sable stared at him open mouthed. "Crying is merely a natural release mechanism used to purge negative emotional overload and allow the body a chance to heal from shock."
Sable chuckled. "You sound like Spock."
"Logical." Donnie grinned. Delicately he brushed her hair from her face. "You have survived a brush with death, was forced into a stressful sexual related incident, and escaped from a place that would have experimented or even killed you. Then have had to survive extreme cold, traveling great distances, and endure these hardships with a stranger. A mutated, non-human companion. It's enough to make anyone break down. Allow yoruslf time to process. You'll feel better."
Sable only managed a weak nod. His words made sense. Boy, how they paled in comparison to the journey she had taken these past few weeks.
Checking into a place with the knowledge she would never survive. Subjected to endless needle sticks, blood tests, transfusions, pills. Then getting tossed to Donnie for mindless, barely recalled sex. Then having to witness him kill the guards in order to escape.
The way he moved, dispatching the guards with trained ease. His keen intellect. His determination.
His gentleness, carrying her great distances without complaint. His desire to keep her safe, offering to take her for medical care beause he feared her injured.
Sable wanted to cry all over again, but not from the stress. Because she realized how deeply she cared for the mutated turtle. He wasn't the mindless, vile, evil monster she originally thought him to be. He was kind and compassionate, with an obvious sense of morality and honor. He had a family, whom he adored and discussed with great affection.
And his touch, so careful as to not hurt her. Even now, the light petting of her hair was calming. Soothing. Exactly like him. He excuded a sense of peace and safety.
Realizing they were wasting daylight, Sable took a deep, cleansing breath.
"Thank you. I feel much better now. We better get going."
"You sure?" Donnie pressed, scanning her expression carefully.
"I'm fine," Sable whispered, cupping his cheek. If she wasn't mistaken, he nuzzled her hand, his bright green eyes so full of concern and apprehension. "I just can't wait to get home."
"Me too," Donnie said wistfully.
Sable knew he missed his siblings and given the nature of his capture and the extended separation, she could only imagine how lost he felt.
"Come on, let's eat as we walk," Sable said, helping Donnie to stand. They stretched and packed their provisions hastily, snacking on the trail toward home.
It was after noon when Sable pointed to a distant ridge.
"Beyond that is the farm. About four miles or so."
"Mind if we hurry things along a bit?" Donnie asked, holdig his arms open in invitiaton.
Wanting desperately to sleep in her own bed, Sable looped her arm around his neck, and settled into his embrace. Quick as lightning, he was off, racing over the rocky ground with speed that belied his species. As they neared the ridge, Sable couldn't fight back the dread rising in her throat.
When they reached the house, would Donnie leave? Would he never want to see her again?
They stood on the crest of a steep hill with a near vertical grade. Huge trees created a pale green crown overhead. Smaller saplings were scattered along the prickly undergrowth of mulit-floral rose thickets. About a thousand feet down and the slope softened into a gentler grade for nearly half a mile before fading away into the well manicured fenceline of a farm.
Due to the sharp grade of the hill, Donnie placed Sable on her feet. Slipping and sliding in the thick carpet of leaves, Donnie gained a couple meters distance before holding out his hand for her to follow.
Sable obliged, glad her combat boots had heavy tread. It helped her stay upright as she was sure she would have been sliding on her ass down the slope in a poor reenactment of bobsledding.
Donnie widened his stance, keeping his center of gravity low and balanced as he ventured a little further down the hill, holding out his hand for Sable to join him at the side of a sapling. She skidded a little, latching onto the thin sapling as her feet slipped around in her too large boots. Legs wobbling, she held on to the trunk of the small tree as Donnie picked a path, angling away from the rose thicket.
Sable couldn't help the nagging thoughts plaguing her heart and mind in a constant battle.
Would Donnie leave once she was safe? Would he want to stay?
Would she ever see him again? Or would he be willing to remain with her, if only for another day?
Would it be best if they broke company and never spoke again, giving her a chance to forget him and move on with her life?
Was such a thing even possible?
So caught up in her mental battle, Sable misjudged her step, her too large boot offering no traction to a steep cliff side covered in leaves and mud. A thin shale rock loosened under foot, throwing her further off balance. Arms out, she emitted a strangled scream, eyes wide and terrifed at the sharp hillside waiting to break her bones and toss her useless body to its mighty feet.
But her scream was cut off as quickly as it started.
Donnie's arm reached out, catching her around the middle to prevent her from tumbling to her death.
Into his arms she fell, pressed flush against his chest, staring up into his bespeckled eyes, their breaths and heartbeats becoming one, and in that moment, the infitismial second they locked gazes, a sudden understanding passed between them.
Sable's feelings weren't one sided.
Slowly her lips parted, staring into the amber speckled green behind the lenses, reading the raw, vulnerable emotion fully displayed.
Donnie audibly swallowed, shying away when he realized what she saw in his face. Not to mention, her own attraction toward him was written, quite plainly, in her liquid brown eyes. Though it could have been the adrenaline rush for nearly dying on the mountain, so close to home, but when her pupils dialated, heart beat matched his in perfect sync, and such a wonderful, exotic perfume filled his nostrils, he knew a sudden and –rather frightful- truth.
Through the smell of spring rains, fallen leaves, slick mud, sweat, and the fear from the serious drop that could easily end either of their lives, there was an explosion of heat. Not the measurable flux of temperature, but the physical kind. The kind exuded by male and female when subconsciously caught in the thralls of attraction. The instinctual release of chemicals, signaling to each other a mutual desire to explore each other for possible connection.
The moment passed, both blinking fast as if to ward off a spell.
"Be careful," Donnie muttered, throat like cotton.
Sable offered a meek nod, not trusting her voice. Shaking, she allowed Donnie to anchor her to the tree as he slid down the sharp hillside, collecting his footing. Arms open, he waited. Though Sable was still shaking, she trusted Donnie, descending into his awaiting arms, though this time, there was no enchantment upon them.
Donnie made sure Sable had safe footing before continuing their descent, his arms outstretched, ready to catch her and pull her to the safety of a tree trunk while he carefully led them down the leaf and mud covered hillside.
It took nearly an hour for the duo to make it to the gentler slope, Sable always trusting Donnie's grip and surety as he helped her navigate the slippery terrain. When they reached the gentle slope, the ground rocky and still strewn with leaves but not nearly as steep, Donnie held out his hand.
She took it without hesitation, giving his hand a squeeze as they continued. She couldn't stop her blush as Donnie's thumb absently caressed the back of her hand, so soft, so tender, so…natural. When he realized what he was doing, his cheeks flamed pine and he hastily turned away.
How adorably dorky.
The terrain flattened as darkness began to fall, shadows growing long. Donnie didn't relinquish his hold. He held her hand as they crossed overgrown yards and broken fences, glad they had left the steep, dangerous cliffs that would have been even more treacherous in the dark.
"Nearly home," Sable said, smiling up at Donnie. "We'll have to be careful. Most homes around here are farms with all manner of animals."
Donnie hid his grin at the mention of farming. He loved to build and design things, but he also had a fondness for plants. He had always wanted a vegetable patch but living in a sewer, plots were scarce. Not to mention there wasn't a lot of sunlight plants needed in order to grow.
Keeping away from the main road, they skirted a couple of distant barns until Sable made a loud sigh, tears streaming down her face. She released Donnie's hand and made for the three story white farmhouse partially hidden by a large oak. Donnie hurried to catch up, marveling at the size of the house and the surrounding grounds in the growing shadows.
The house needed a good wash, if not a new paint job. A long porch wrapped around the corner, the banister supported by thin spirals. He didn't know where it ended, but it was large enough to hold some serious equipment for remodeling. The whole thing was coated in leaves and dingy paint.
Nothing an industrious turtle couldn't fix.
Sable went to the back door while Donnie gaped at the three car garage, barns, and assorted sheds. It was a figeting techno-turtle's heaven!
Sable got the spare key and opened the door.
Standing on the threshold of her home, the place she thought she'd never see again, she inhaled the familiar smell of her home. And she owed it all to the gangly tutle who was staring, mouth open, taking in the size of the house and its farming fixtures.
"Feels like I've been gone an age," she said, turning on lights and showing him the spacious kitchen, complete with a breakfast nook holding a long picnic style table. "Granddad left it to mom and she didn't have the time to clean it out. When I started college, and didn't want to live with my parents in the city, they let me stay here. It has natural gas and a well. A good five miles out of town, giving me space and privacy. I was going to clean the place up, granddad was a hoarder. Then again, so was grandma. Anyway, there's tons of junk crammed in everywhere, but I didn't have time to mess with it before, taking classes full time and working at my dad's firm."
Donnie was barely aware of her speaking, loving the big wooden countertops, almond colored fridge, white cook stove with iron burners and cabinets, all at least thirty years out of fashion. But they were beautiful to Donnie. They were… homey.
"Cheesy, I know, but then I got sick," Sable trailed off, going to one of the cupboards and removing several cans of food. "Sorry I don't have anything fresh. Cleaned out the perishables before I left. I'll have to call someone to bring some groceries. Let my family know I'm back and in remission."
Sable made air quotes. She smiled at Donnie, taking in his big green form. "They would never believe me if I told them the truth."
"Doubtful," Donnie admitted. "Also, the less people who know about us, the safer we are. Not to mention, they can't be used against us, in case of hostage situation or gathering information."
Sable's expression turned somber. Yeah, she hadn't thought of that. Anyone who knew Donnie and his family would be at risk. To distract herself from darkening thoughts, she motioned out the double wide archway.
"Bathroom's upstairs."
Donnie took the can opener from her lax hand and nodded toward the wide arch that was big enough to drive a truck through. "I'll work on dinner. You take a bath."
Sable sniffed under her shirt and curled her nose. Yeah, she was a bit rank.
"I'll be quick. Don't want to use up all the hot water. Oh, and the phone's there, if you want to call your family and let them know you're safe."
Donnie glanced over to the corner, his brow ridges rising noticably. The phone was pea green in color and mounted to the wall. And there was only three feet of curly cord attached to it!
Archane!
Dialing Leo's number, Donnie waited with bated breath. After the fifth ring, Leo's voice answered, gruff, as always anymore.
"Who is this?"
"Leo!" Donnie gasped, reduced to the point of tears upon hearing Leo's voice. He placed his forearm on the wall, leaning on it for support. He thought he'd never hear his brother's voice. Oh how he missed that cantankerous turtle.
"Oh my God! Donnie?" Leo barked incredulously. "Is that you? Where are you? Where have you been? Are you okay?"
Donnie laughed at Leo's blithering. Usually it was Mikey who ran off at the mouth with a million questions.
"I'm doing well, Leo," Donnie said loudly, as Leo was still blubbering questions, his voice was broken slightly, no doubt with emotion. "I'm okay, Leo. I promise."
"It's been over a month, Donnie! Why haven't you called sooner?" Leo snapped, once again assuming the role as leader and secondary parent.
Mikey, Raph, and Splinter converged on Leo, bustling to hear Donnie's voice. Leo put his phone on speaker as to not be smothered by his family.
"Donnie!" Raph called, joy brightening up his usually brusque voice. "How'd you escape, bro?"
"We've missed you," Mikey put in, bouncing on his heels with excitement. Tears were darkening his mask to pumpkin. Raph had to throw an arm on him to keep him from going nuclear with pent up happiness and relief.
"My son," Splinter said, tears in his rheumy eyes upon hearing Donnie's voice. "We had feared the worst."
"I know Master Splinter and I'm sorry," Donnie said. "I'm sorry I got caught. I'm sorry I made you all worry. I'll explain everything when I get home. Promise. I just wanted to let you know that I'm safe and on my way home. I'll be there tomorrow."
"My son," Splinter said, tiling his head slightly as Leo held his phone aloft so they all could hear their long lost brother. "Something has changed. You sound… different."
"Probably because I'm on an old rotary phone." Donnie frowned at the ancient device, cursing the tiny holes that were difficult for him to operate with his blunt fingers.
"What's that?" Mikey asked.
Raph shrugged. Leo rolled his eyes.
"Just, stay safe. You're not being followed, are you?"
"No, no, I took precations," Donnie said. "We're safe."
"We?" Leo asked before anyone else.
"A human woman was held captive at the same facility. I couldn't leave her," Donnie admitted. "I'm with her, in Jersey."
"Jersey?" Mikey quipped. "How far in Jersey? Do we need to send reinforcements?"
Donnie snorted at Mikey's antics. "We're about an hour from Manhattan. Her family owns a farm here. It's safe. We're safe. But we traveled all day." Donnie glanced at the clock above the sink. It read just after six. "We traveled about nine hours to get here. I'm too tired to go any further. I'm going to stay here and start for home tomorrow."
Though Donnie was eager to see his family, it was dark outside and he was notorious for having a bad sense of direction. Without his electronics or daylight, he'd be blundering in the dark. It was best to wait until daylight to find his way home.
Also, a part of him didn't want to leave Sable.
"Just... come home," Mikey whined.
"My sense of direction is a little askew," Donnie amitted with a grin his brother's could see. "I'll need visual landmarks to navigate."
"Be careful," Leo said. "Call us before you leave so we know when to look for you."
"If I remember."
"Do it," Leo commanded. His tone left no room for argument.
"I'll call before I leave. Promise."
"Dude, it's so good to hear your voice," Mikey sighed, smiling longingly at the phone. "We've missed you, man. It's been hell around here."
"Definitely not the same," Raph added.
"We have been in recovery ourselves," Leo put in.
"What happened?" Donnie asked.
"Leo got knocked on the head pretty good," Mikey took it upon himself to explain, much to Leo's displeasure. There was still some lingering friction between the two after Mikey had decked the blue turtle. A slight Leo took as both leader, and the self proclaimed 'best fighter' between them. "I broke my arm. Raph had to basically carry us out. We barely escaped with our shells. Then when we got in the tunnel, we realized you weren't following us. Raph tried to find you but the Foot had already run off with you."
Donnie twirled the phone cord around his fingers. It was a soothing gesture. He wondered why humans didn't keep such a thing.
Sable crept up the stairs, head full of the one sided conversation. She could make out bits and pieces from Donnie's brothers, but mostly, it was garbled. She stripped off the dead men's clothes, tossing them into a pile next to the bathroom door. She'd burn them later. She didn't want anything to remind her of that horrible lab and those monsterous doctors.
Not wanting to use all the hot water, she opted for a shower, scrubbing off the week's worth of filth and grime that had accumulated from her impromptu camping. Wanting to bask in the water, she reminded herself she had a house guest who would also be needing a shower, and turned off the taps, stepping out of the large cast iron tub and giving it a grateful pat. The water had eased a lot of her tension, washing her fears away down the drain.
She was finally safe.
Home.
And Donnie was going to be home tomorrow.
As she toweled dry and changed into pajamas, she replayed Donnie's words. The joy and relief he expressed upon speaking to his family was enough to make her cry.
She wanted him to stay there, with her, but he deserved to be in the loving embrace of his family. It wasn't right for her to expect him to stay with her any longer than he had to. He was not beholden to her.
Combing her short hair, she took a steadying breath and went downstairs, hearing Donnie's voice before seeing him. His voice was melodous. Relaxed. Carefree.
Sable paused in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at the adorable turtle as he talked on the phone, the cord stretched as far as it could go while he stirred pots on the stove. He turned, smiling broadly when he saw Sable, and put down his spoon.
"I have to go," Donnie said. "Dinner's ready. I'll call tomorrow before I leave."
There was a loop of love exchanged between Donnie and his famly, each having a hard time ending the call. Finally, Donnie clicked the receiver down and took a deep breath. The corners of his eyes were damp.
"They sound nice," Sable said, checking the stove. Her stomach growled upon finding the dinner Donnie had prepared.
Fried spam, chicken noodle soup, green beans, boxed instant mashed potatoes. He had made a feast fit for a king out of the nonperishable foods.
Sable turned and nearly cried upon seeing two placemats with silverware at the table in the breakfast nook. Donnie ladeled out equal portion of chicken noodle soup in bowls, then filled a plate, carrying it to the table and placing it on the right hand side of the table for Sable to sit. As a lady, dressed in her finest PJs, she delicatiely sat herself down. Donnie joined her a minute later, settling awkwardly on the chair opposite.
Donnie chatted easily about his family, regaling the tale of his brother's escape and their subsequent recovery. Also, their friend, April, was now engaged. Which made Donnie practically bubble with excitement.
He prattled on and on about the perfect match April and Casey were and how he wanted to see them happy. As he talked, Sable was lost in her own little world, her inner demons plagueing her thoughts.
Donnie finished eating and asked hesitantly, "Mind if I take a shower?"
"Sure," Sable said, nodding toward the stairs. She had only picked at her food, and she had a lot more thinking to do. She could think best if she were alone.
"Top of stairs, last door on the right. Through the bedroom."
Donnie placed his dishes in the sink and followed her directions, climbing the stairs two at a time and going to the end of the hall. The door she indicated was the master bedroom, large and spacious, with a queen sized bed decorated in pastel feminine colors, a couple of dressers, and a large walk in closet on the far end. Next to the closet door was another door that led into a bathroom.
The tub was the old fashioned claw foot style, cast iron, glistinging enamel with a large oval ring hovering above it, holding a shower cutain that ringed the broad headed shower. The plumbing was exposed, showing where someone (probably Sable's grandfather) had augmented the tub with a shower feature, as showers weren't common back in the days of the house's construction.
Donnie tugged the hastily tied shirts and linens off his shell and stripped off the pants he had taken from the dead guard, pausing for a moment to stare at the blak cargo.
Had the man had a family? Did they know the evil he was doing? Were they aware of the sick things he was privy to? Would he allowed such things on his own family?
Deciding not to worry about something he couldn't change, Donnie climbed into the shower, pulling the plastic curtain around the permeter of the tub. The shower was so low, he had to crouch down. But as soon as the water hit him, Donnie groaned, turning the tap even hotter.
He loved hot water. When he was younger, he was always first to take a bath, to have his water as hot as he could stand it.
One of the things that got Donnie into engineering was figuring out a way to use several hot water tanks simulatiously. He'd have to rig up something simlar here as well. Donnie didn't do well with cold water.
Donnie scrubbed his shell with the brush by the tub, sniffing the soap and reapplying it. Generous suds filled the bottom, covering his green feet. He spent several minutes scrubbing off the filth of the lab and the things he'd done while under its roof.
Downstairs, Sable was putting the dishes in the the dishwasher, her mind warring with her heart. She wanted Donnie to stay but also knew he had to go. His family were waiting for him.
She knew he was attracted to her, as she could see it in his eyes when he held her in his arms. He tried to hide it, but his heart was worn on his sleeve, in plain sight.
Mindlessly, she finished the kitchen and headed up the stairs, thoughts racing a million miles a minute. So distracted, she hadn't noticed when the water stopped running, signaling an end to Donnie's shower until she collided with a solid mass that nearly knocked her down.
Arms darted out, catching her before she fell, drawing her to a hard chest and concerned eyes.
Then it hit her.
A scent.
A familiar one. One that immediately brought back the memories of their encounter. Her memories may be hazy on the exact details, but nothing could erase that smell. It was forever etched into her brain and soul. It called to her. It would always appeal to her senses, regardless of the ghosts that haunted her.
"Do you have… any… pants.. ?" Donnie asked slowly, noticing a change in Sable's demeanor.
Her shock morphed into something else. Eyes fluttering, she inhaled deeply, leaning toward him, hands immediately pressed into his chest, palm finding his increasing heartbeat.
Sable didn't hear Donnie. Instead, her senses were being heightened, hairs standing up on end as she inhaled the barely detectable burst of fresh Earth.
And something else. Something, indiscernible but oh, so fantastically erotic!
Her hands caressed the hardened ridges of his plastron that made up his chest, the scent becoming stronger with her touch. She pressed into him, brushing her nose along the plates, exhilarating in the rich, earty scent that made her thighs dampen as memory flooded her senses. Following her nose, she rose on tiptoes, offering a kiss to the edge of his plastron and earning herself another heady burst.
Oh, there it was!
Along his neck, just under his jaw.
A lingering scent of warm cedar and freshly turned Earth.
Oh, God, she had never been so turned on, let alone by a simple smell!
Given Donnie's deep inhales, he sensed her building arousal, an answer to the male pheromone he was exuding. Sable looked up into his eyes, half lidded and shining with need.
Donnie's nostrils flared, bombarded with the scent that was making his tail harden. The look in Sable's eyes told him all he needed to know. Unsure of his actions, yet totally in mindless control, Donnie caught his fingers through her hair, bringing their lips together.
It was chaste, exporatory, and a little awkward, but as their mouths danced, their tongues joining the tango, the kiss deepened into something primal. Her hands tugged on his towel, dropping it in the hall.
"I need you," she said huskily, devouring his mouth hungrily.
Donnie wans't one to be told twice. He picked her up and carried her into her room, where he deposited her next to the bed.
Sable was wild with desire. Heart pounding in her ears, she pawed at Donnie, breaking the kiss when she discovered his tail. He tensed, expecting her to be sickened or angered or disgusted. But to his surprise, and utter delight, she tested his girth and weight, stroking down the green appendange, her thumb brushing the slit at the end. Before she could ask any questions his cock exploded, thick and rigid, searching for her touch.
It was as gloroious as she imagined. Memories resurfaced, drowning out rational thought. She yanked her shirt over her head, and shimmied out of her pants, standing naked before her mutant lover.
Donnie stared at her nakedness, his brain stuck in neutral. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. His instinct had fled him as quickly as the blood in his brain!
He'd seen movies, but for the life of him, his mind was a total blank.
Sable took his hand, leading him to her bed, where she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly. He answered in kind, growling when she rubbed her belly against his swollen tail.
He lowered her to the bed, breaking their kiss to take in her beauty, so trusting and loving as she lay beneath him. Her brown eyes were black with lust, pale skin flushed in pleasure, breasts heaving with each breath.
Speaking of breasts, he had never been so close to real ones. He noted the paler skin capped by a dark tips pointed so beautifully in his direction. Carefully he reached up, clasping the soft flesh in his hand, testing its softness.
Sable moaned, pressing into his palm in encouragement.
Which he loved, giving the soft mound a test squeeze. The more he massaged, the more Sable moaned and writhed. Wanting to further his experimentation, he lowered his mouth, licking the hard nub and earning a shuddering whimper from Sable.
He liked that response!
It took a moment to get his rhythm, but once Donnie realized he could lick and suck the tender flesh while kneading the other, and Sable bucking and crying in pleasure, he learned how to play her as effectively as an instrument, strumming her to the point of no return. Sable gasped, arching, trembling, hands bracing Donnie's face as he mouthed her hungrily.
Then he realized she was trying to get him to move.
Down.
Obediently he lowered his mouth, then becoming rigid as she opened her legs and the full scent of her arousal hit him straight on. Suddenly, memories flooded back.
Tangy sweetness.
Hot, tart honey.
The memory of the taste ghosted his tongue, providing the last link to sensory input. Though his memories were vague at best, one thing permeated his foggy mind to entrench itself, firm and unyielding… the heat and pleasure.
He drew back, gazing at the strange, soft brown curls at the apex of her thighs. Dark pink lips glistened with need.
How very strange. And erotic. And oh, such a wonderful perfume of her feminine flower.
Reverently he swiped his tongue along her crease, moaning at her welcoming flavor. It tasted better than he thought. Sensation trickled along his consciousness, flooding his shell with heat and making it feel too tight on his back.
Sussing out the source of her pleasure, his tongue laved the hardening pea, earning him a bucking cry. Sable's nails raked his head as she shuddered, whimpering.
"Right there! Oh, God, right there!"
Needing to hear her passion, he languished his broad tongue between her swollen lips, dipping to find her entrance. She rewarded his tongue with honey, but hissed and snarled from above, grinding into his snout.
"I'm so close!" she panted, cradling his face as his tongue paused, filling her entrance. "I need you inside me. Now!"
Donnie pulled out his tongue, smacking his lips together, eyes glittering obsidian. He braced himself over Sable, arms shaking with pent up passion.
Staring into Sable's heavily lidded eyes, he asked in a breathless growl, unsure if he could pull himself away from the brink.
"You are sure?"
"Oh, God yes!" Sable gasped, grabbing his sides and yanking him to her to seal their mouths together. She licked her taste from his tongue, delighting at the flavor.
Donnie groaned, his cock leaking heavily, nudging her center, seeking her heat. So caught in the taste being shared between them, her nails raking his scales, her growls and moans, it didn't register to Donnie's addled mind to savor the moment he (consciously) lost his virginity.
With a flex of his hips, he seated himself to the hilt, stealing Sable's breath and her wits.
Sable cried out, eyes fluttering closed, filled with him as he bumped into the entrance of her womb with thick detmination. She mouthed wordlessly, finding her voice to whimper at the sheer size now stretching her to her limits. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took several deep breaths, hoping Donnie didn't move to give her a moment to adjust.
Slowly the pain receded to be replaced with a wholly wonderful sensation of being full. She could feel his pulse deep inside, throbbing as madly as her own desire.
But…Donnie wasn't moving.
She opened her eyes to find Donnie statuesque above, eyes wide as a barn owl, mouth frozen in a surprised 'o.'
Sable grinned, squeezing her inner walls and grinding her hips upward.
"It feels even better when you move."
Donnie paused, staring into Sable's flushed face, her eyes, so full of acceptance and darkened with lust. Her fingers dug into the seam around his shell as she slowly acclimated to his size, squeezing him in welcoming surrender. He gazed upon her perfection. So beautiful. So patient. So tight.
In that instant, he never felt so accepted, so loved, in all his life.
He dipped his head, coaxing her into a passionate kiss, withdrawing slightly and pushing back in, earning a hearty gasp he tasted from her parted lips.
Sable expected him to fuck her hard and fast like he did the first time. But to her amazement, and every reaching pleasure, he went slowly. He bathed her in kisses, licking her neck, massaging her breasts and so slowly, so tenderly, moved inside her.
Sable had lovers before, but nothing compared to the slow, passionate love making she shared with Donnie. Higher and higher they climbed together, Donnie finding a place deep within her that made stars erupt before her eyes and her breath escape in a rush.
She could only clutch at him, shaking around him as she came undone, Donnie pausing in his sensual tempo to gaze into her face as she shuddered. Panting, she remained aloft, soaring and gliding above the Earth.
Donnie smiled, sampling her lips and teasing her tongue into a sensual play as he shallowed pumped his hips, grinding into her to enjoy her intimate massage before withdrawing thickly. He glided smooth, long and hard, groaning each time he pushed back in, savoring the heat swallowing his generous inches.
Sable came three times before Donnie's action sped up, hips twitching, become franitic, less corrdinated. A little faster, a little deeper, a little harder, he thrust wildly, lifting Sable's hips off the bed. She clawed at him, a pleasurable sobbing scream growing in her throat.
As Donnie neared his end, his expression became comical.
Sable would have laughed had she not been in a perpentual state of orgasm.
Mouth open, eyes wide, Donnie hooted as an owl as his shell became heavy and hot, tingles raced down his spine, the base of his tail, and erupting with the force of a super volcano. On and on he pumped, empting himself into pleasant exhaustion before collapsing on top of her, arms shaking, unable to hold his weight.
Several minutes passed before Donnie pulled out. He held Sable close, worshipping her with kisses and light licks to the cheek and ears, which made her giggle. As she lay in his arms, her hands cupping his face tenderly, kissing along his jaw, she felt contentment.
She half expected something dramatic -like lightning bolts to strike her dead for making love to a mutant, but there, in that moment, Donnie's thumb grazing her cheek before delicately kissing her eyes, she didn't care what anyone thought.
Donnie was a peson as any other. He had a mind, feelings. Honor. Ingretity. Gentleness. Sable knew a lot of humans couldn't claim such a thing. And as she returned a kiss that made her toes curl, she knew in that moment she was head over heels in love with him.
Love had stuck her when she least expeted it. Out of no where. Here she thought she was marching to an honorable doom, ready to sacrifice all, and found someone so perfect to love, she couldn't imagine life without him.
His tail twitched along her belly, extending his full rigidity.
"Whoops, sorry," Donnie said, embarrassed for his lack of control.
"Don't be," Sable breathed, rolling him onto his shell and straddling him.
Teetering atop him, she gasped his tail, giving him a couple hard pumps. Thick white cream crowned the head. Already aching with desire, she directed him to her center and lowered herself, stretching fit to burst. She smiled at Donnie, who hooted one long owl call.
"Hooooooooooooo…" Donnie half groan, half cried, transfixed by the woman poised on top of him.
Sable laughed at his expression. Hands braced on his chest, she moved with purpose, wanting to show him how much she cared, how she accepted their differences, and how deeply she had fallen for him as she rode him through the night.
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