Chapter Twenty-Four: No Lion, No Witch, but There Are Two Wardrobes

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Donnie awoke first, finding Sable curled up on her side, snoring softly. He, unfortunately, had a raging tail requiring immediate attention. His own hand wasn't going to be sufficient, so he sidled up behind Sable, moving her shorts aside. He knew she wasn't wearing panties, as he helped dress her after their bath. He nudged her entrance, pushing forward, breaching her slowly, and waking her up in record time.

Sable gasped as Donnie filled her. Touching her lower stomach, she felt it shift as he slid deeper, grinding upwards and stroking her hot spot. Her fingers dipped lower, caressing her clit and the join of their bodies. It always amazed her, feeling herself stretched so tightly around his girth.

Their morning mating was slow and sensuous, a vast contrast to the hard fucking they enjoyed in the tub. Just as they were nearing their peak, there came a knock at the door. Mikey's voice filtered through the wooden panel.

"You guys awake?" Mikey whispered.

Donnie froze, buried to the hilt, terrified of making the bed squeak or Sable moan in case Mikey overheard them. Sable quivered around him, threatening to steal his self control and give away their activities. But Mikey must have thought they were still sleeping for a couple seconds later, the stairs creaked signaling his exodus.

"That was close," Donnie breathed.

"No, I'm close,' Sable panted.

Donnie snickered but began to move, answering her desire with his own. A few strokes, she stiffened in his arms, encasing his pride with passion and drawing his own release forth. Donnie grunted as he came, filling her with heavy cream.

When Sable tried to get up, not wanting to allow Mikey too much time unattended, Donnie griped her tighter, growling in her ear and thrusting sharply. Sable winced from slight pain.

"Ease up, Donnie,' she hissed. There was the distant sound of metal banging around in the kitchen. "Dammit, he better not be tearing my kitchen apart."

Donnie frowned, opening his arms and allowing Sable her freedom. She went into the bathroom to freshen up, washing her face to eliminate the sexual flush that mottled her skin. Donnie joined her a few moments later, cleaning himself off in the tub.

"Sorry." He muttered, toweling his thighs and tail dry. "Don't know what came over me. Did I hurt you?"

"Little sore," Sable said, drawing him down for a kiss that lasted longer than she intended. "But we're both worked up. We're used to having sex whenever and where ever we want. It's a lot more difficult when others are in the house."

"Yeah, I don't like it,' Donnie muttered.

His tail twitched, earning his glare. Now was not the time to go for another round. Though if Mikey wasn't there, Sable would be bent over the kitchen table taking him tail deep and screaming his name.

"It's okay," Sable said, giving him a swat to the ass. "Now, let's go make sure your brother doesn't burn the house down."

"It's not fire you have to watch him around," Donnie said evasively. He followed Sable downstairs after putting on a pair of grey pants. He stepped into the kitchen, rubbing his face and yawning in feigned sleepiness. "Mikey, when did you get up?"

"Not long," Mikey said happily, checking the oven. "Making muffins and bacon. Hope you're hungry."

Sable sniffed appreciatively.

"Two brothers who can cook? A girl could get spoiled."

Mikey flexed his arms, making his biceps bulge. "Don't forget super strong." He cocked his hip to the side and waggled his brow, "And mighty sexy."

"Well, one of you is, anyway,' Sable said without missing a beat. She grabbed Donnie's ass and gave a squeeze.

Donnie smirked. It wasn't often he received compliments on his looks. Sable improved his self esteem by leaps and bounds.

"You know how to bring a turtle down," Mikey said with a shake of his head. He sighed in utter defeat. "I guess I'm only good for the heavy lifting."

"Comic relief," Donnie supplied, grinning at Mikey. No doubt his kid brother had spent most of the night with his head bent over first edition comics.

"Comics?" Mikey perked up.

"If we find anymore, you can have them," Sable said, giving Mikey a pat on the arm.

Mikey's eyes glazed over again.

"I think you broke him," Donnie quipped, then added seriously, "I'm going to have to have the power off for a couple of hours, so you may want to find something to do in daylight."

"Spare room," Sable said immediately. "Where we've been storing stuff. We can thin it out to make room for more stuff from the attic."

"Good thing there's not a basement," Mikey said, shivering. For a turtle who grew up in a sewer, he had a fear of cellars.

"Oh, there is," Sable grinned. She leaned on Mikey's shoulder. "But I haven't been down there in ages. We'll wait until the garage is cleaned out before tackling the basement."

Mikey's eyes grew huge. "Dude! Have you seen the stuff in that garage? It's packed!"

"That's why it can wait until all your brothers are here to help," Sable answered. She sniffed the air, her hand rubbing her growling stomach. "Let's eat!"

"Done in two minutes," Mikey said checking the clock.

"Juice, milk or coffee?" Sable asked, pouring a cup of caffeine.

Both turtles answered for coffee, no doubt needing the kick before starting a long tiring day.

Donnie hurried through breakfast, giving Sable a quick kiss before warning her he was going to turn off the power to work on the fuse box. She and Mikey lingered in the kitchen, both not wanting to tackle the tedious job ahead. Power went off, leaving a dead silence in the house.

"Spooky," Mikey whispered, even though the sun was filtering through the net curtains over the sink.

"We best get a crack on that room," Sable sighed, placing the dishes in the washer. She was about to turn on it to do a full load when she remembered there was no power. Mikey joined her on the stairs. As they ascended, she spoke. "Don't forget to change. You don't want dust and yuck on your clothes."

Mikey smirked. "I live in a sewer. Not much grosses me out."

Sable took the challenge. "How about how handsome and sexy your brother is?" Sable made a hum of appreciation.

Mikey paused, pretending to dry heave. "Okay, that's fighting dirty."

Sable snickered, heading to her room to change. She found a fresh tee shirt and jeans combo, ready to be smeared with dust and grime, and met Mikey in the hall, where he wore the pants from the day before.

"Shook em out the window," Mikey grinned.

"If your funk killed any birds, I'm going to beat your shell off," Sable threatened.

Mikey feigned hurt and darted across the hall to the room they were going to tackle. He paused in the doorway.

"You sure about this? Can't we take the day off? Relax? Read comics? Eat?"

"Nope," Sable said, shoving him in the shell. "When your family comes to visit, they'll need a place to stay."

"Raph can stay in the basement," Mikey volunteered.

"You each need a room, including your father," Sable said. She hoped her family didn't decide to visit for a few days. That could become quite cramped. Course, she'd have to introduce her family to Donnie and his kin. Things could get tricky.

"Master Splinter can sleep anywhere," Mikey said, opening the first box by the door. It was packed with figurines. He lifted one up, examining it left to right, then took out his phone and took a picture. "I found a couple of antique sites that appraise stuff. Thought it might help speed up the process of thinning out this junk."

"When did you do that?" Sable asked as Mikey sat down on the hardwood floor and began to take pictures to upload to the site he found.

Sable smirked, patting the top of his green head with affection. She sat down next to him and watched as messages appeared on his screen.

"Five bucks. Dollar. Dollar. Couple bucks." Mikey read off the captions with the pictures. "Oh! Twenty bucks! You wanna keep this one or sell it?"

"Sell," Sable said. "Gonna need some spending cash so my family doesn't have to support me."

Mikey's big blue eyes were full of curiosity, but as he was learning to reign in his enthusiasm, he didn't immediately press. But Sable read the signs and knew he was near bursting with questions.

"When I was diagnosed this last time, I settled my bills and everything I considered my estate was given to my family before I went to the cancer treatment center." Sable carefully sat aside the valuable figure and motioned for Mikey to continue his quest to find rarities. Mikey picked up another figure and took a picture, waiting for a response as Sable continued. "Gave my family the car, the money I had in the bank, everything. Only went to the clinic with a suitcase of clothes."

Mikey got a quote and placed the figurine with its other cheap cousins, and took another picture, which got the fastest response yet.

"Whoa," Mikey said, showing Sable his screen. "Five hundred bucks!"

"Definitely a seller," Sable said, laughing as Mikey held the figure as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

Mikey paused before grabbing the next item to evaluate.

"You know, some of those comics you gave me are really valuable. You could get a few grand out of them. Easy. You should keep them."

Sable's heart melted just a little bit more for the orange banded turtle. Thumping outside the house drew her attention. She rose, paused, then leaned down, placing a kiss on top of Mikey's head.

"Sweet to offer, but I won't accept them. They're yours. You appreciate them and will get far more use out of them than a collector who wants to keep them locked away without being enjoyed."

Mikey huffed in fake annoyance, his eyes glittering. "Alright, but only on the condition you let me pay you face value for them."

"Absolutely not," Sable said, shaking her finger sternly. She was in full female mode now, putting a male in his place. "And if you try to give me money, I'll whip your little tail end right off and you won't sit straight for a month!"

Mikey gulped. He didn't realize females were so mean! Or violent. Or frightening.

"Now, I'm going to go make sure Donnie hasn't fallen off the ladder or electrocuted himself."

Sable whirled and marched down the stairs.

Mikey watched her go, his heart aching. It bothered him to hear Sable discuss her brush with death. Donnie had spoken about the time he was captured and escaped with Sable, but Mikey knew there was a lot he was holding back. Now that Mikey gathered more information, and grew fonder of the female that had captured Donnie's heart.

Despite his teasing, Mikey was over the moon about Donnie's relationship. There was a small part of him that worried his geeky brother would be forgotten as the brothers matured and found mates.

Wanting to find another costly treasure, Mikey took rapid photos, waiting for a response. Sadly, he only found a couple more worth over ten dollars, and placed them with the ones to be sold. The rest were huddled together to be donated to a charity shop. Finding the bottom of the box, Mikey carefully placed the donated ones back in and picked up the box, heading down the stairs.

Mikey went to the front to put the box on the porch when he spotted Donnie and Sable locked in a passionate embrace on the stoop. He knew he should be ashamed for watching, but he stood mesmerized, fascinated with how they moved. Touched. Give and take. He needed to have an idea for such things when he found someone to love.

His cheeks heated when he saw Donnie scoop Sable under the ass and lift her off her feet, pinning her to the column of the porch. Her feet hooked behind his thighs as he ground into her.

Mikey suddenly felt guilty. Donnie and Sable had a new relationship. Exploring each other freely and expressing their affections. A honeymoon phase, as it were.

And yet, here they are, secreted away for stolen moments. Wanting to spend time together, and Mikey wasn't naive enough to think they didn't engage in sex, and yet, due to his unexpected visitation, they were limited in their intimacy. Being respectful of his presence and not engaging in anything remotely inappropriate.

Well, he would give them some privacy tonight. After dinner. He would conveniently go for a walk and allow them solitude to do whatever they wanted, without him accidentally overhearing. He owed them that. After all, Donnie could have easily driven him back to New York and returned for a nooner on the table.

Donnie lowered Sable to her feet, gave her kiss laced with longing, and separated, returning to his work. Sable fanned herself, tiny shoulders heaving as she sought to cool down.

Mikey hurried to the bottom of the stairs, turning just in time to pretend to take the final step, when Sable opened the door. She smiled brightly at him, face beaming in the morning light.

He suddenly realized why Donnie loved her so much.

She practically glowed.

Course that could be because of the flush to her cheeks and overly bright brown eyes that swirled as liquid honey.

"Front porch?" Mikey asked, lifting the box in his arms as if he just arrived.

Sable squinted at the box. "What's in it?"

"The cheap pieces," Mikey said, stepping toward her and crouching down so she could peer into the box. "Found a couple more worth a few dollars, but the rest I repacked. So, do you want me to put the donated stuff on the porch?"

"Better not. Something might get into it," Sable said, motioning for Mikey to follow her. "There's a small den through here. Used it as a study room when I was in college."

"Nice," Mikey breathed, entering the wood paneled room. Old books lined the shelves. A heavy desk of some unknown wood took up the entire far side that had a window decorated with lace curtains and stained glass along the top. The room was barely dusty.

"Granddad had it made for my aunt and uncles when they started high school." Sable directed Mikey to place the box on top of the desktop. "He called it a homework nook, hence all the books. It's at the back of the house, allowing those who needed to study some where quiet, and surrounded by resources." She glanced to Mikey. "This was before public libraries and internet."

"Dark ages," Mikey said with a shiver. "I don't know a lot, but having to go through heavy books to get information? Dude, that's Stone age times."

"They didn't have books in the Stone age," Sable said, leading the way back out of the study room.

Mikey groaned dramatically. "You sound just like Donnie. No wonder he loves you so much."

Sable had to bite her lip to keep from crying at Mikey's declaration. They returned to the storage room, Mikey's phone being put to the test as he took pictures and waited for the estimated value from the online appraisers. To his disappointment, most of the items weren't worth anything and were shifted to the small den to be taken into town and donated to a charity. They were halfway through the room when Donnie poked his head in.

"Power's back on," he called happily, finding his brother and girlfriend bent over a bag of clothes and arguing heatedly. He came up behind them, peering over Sable's shoulder. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Mikey and Sable chimed in unison, jumping and attempting to hide their project behind them. It didn't work. Donnie was taller than both.

"What… is that?" Donnie asked slowly, staring at the conglomeration of frilly girly dresses and the unmistakable pattern they were being arranged in. "Are you two…. Making Raph something?"

"It's his baby clothes!" Mikey crowed, slapping his brother on the shell, nearly knocking him over. "We found these girly things and since so many of them are green, we're gonna make Raph a little something to remind him of his childhood!"

Donnie wanted to face palm.

"You do realize if you give Raph these cute clothes, he'll shred them, then you, right?"

Mikey paused for only a second, then grinned.

"Totally worth the recovery."

"Come on, trouble," Donnie said, tugging on Mikey's shell. "Put away the doll clothes. You're getting too old for them anyway."

Sable snorted, helping Mikey to put away the baby clothes. She'd help him with his joke later. She cringed, realizing she and Mikey had been distracted over an hour. But on the bright side, they had a small stockpile in the corner of items she would be able to list for sale.

Mikey's phone dinged for low battery, so he borrowed the charger from the moving van, plugging his phone in to recharge. Messages from Leo were glimpsed, then deleted as a whole.

"Time to eat yet?" Mikey asked.

"It's two in the afternoon!" Sable squeaked. She and Mikey had been so engaged with appraising items, time had slipped by. Well, mostly appraising. Their jaunt down 'Raph would love these cute outfits' had taken nearly two hours. "Let's have a quick bite and I'll put on some dinner."

The two turtles followed her into the kitchen where they washed up and settled down for a quick bite and visitation.

"What's left on your agenda?" Sable asked Donnie.

Donnie's leg brushed her with meaning, but the dampener to his desire sat opposite, dripping mayo on the tabletop.

"Wiring is complete. Going to do a quick check of security cameras and get the computer configured," Donnie answered. "Should be secured by sundown."

"Awesome," Mikey grinned, lettuce stuck between his teeth.

"Now you turned the power back on, Mikey and I can attack the attic again,' Sable said, turning a maniacal look toward the orange banded turtle.

"Meep!" Mikey squeaked, cowering from the deranged woman. That glint made his blood run cold.

Sable knew how to sweet talk the chicken turtle.

"There might be more comics packed away up there," she singsonged.

Mikey instantly mutated a backbone.

"We should change the bulb though. That one is a little dim. I need better light to see the comics."

Sable smirked. Donnie spoke up.

"There are some flood lights in the garage. Close by the door. Don't know if they work, but they could be better than that single bulb."

"The extra light would be nice,' Sable said. "At least until we can uncover more windows."

"They're too dark," Mikey grunted. "And it would take forever to clean them."

"Well, they've been neglected," Sable put in. "They'll get clean when the attic is empty. Then we can make that space into another bedroom or two."

"Actually, I was thinking it would make a great command center. Get the mainframe out of the living room, free up the space a bit," Donnie said, taking Sable's hand in his own and holding it close to his chest. She leaned on his arm as he continued. "There are windows that face every direction, which makes it a perfect location for a command hub."

"My genius," Sable sighed, lifting up in her seat to peck him on the lips. She wanted to take the action further but stopped herself. It wasn't polite to make out with an audience. "So, while Mikey and I work on the attic, what are you going to busy yourself with?"

"Helping you and Mikey with the attic," Donnie smirked.

Sable squinted, pondering the pros and cons of having both turtles in close proximity. They weren't little turtles. The ceiling in the attic sloped slightly at the ends, but with junk still filling half the room, with two large shells moving about, it could prove to be tricky.

Especially with a much smaller human navigating around them.

Then again, the work would go much faster. Which meant the next time she had company, they could start doing whatever they wanted to the vacant loft. After she cleaned it thoroughly, of course.

"Clean up, Mikey," Donnie said. "We're going to finish up that attic and on the way back into the city; we can drop off the donations so Sable doesn't have to haul them with her car."

Mikey did as he was told, waiting until the other two had followed suit. Mikey dashed out of the house, headed for the cluttered garage. After a moment he returned with a floodlight.

Sable turned on the dishwasher and asked, "Rather early to ask, but what do you want for dinner? I can go ahead and get it started so it will be done when we finish the attic."

Donnie and Mikey shrugged, exchanging a look. They had cast iron stomachs. They could eat anything.

"Doesn't matter," Donnie said.

They gained the top of the stairs where the drop down stairs of the attic were still reposing. Mikey plugged in the floodlight and carried it up the stairs. The light didn't reach far, as its extension cord was pulled taut, but it boosted the visibility drastically.

"Pizza," Mikey sighed, dramatically eying the other half of the accumulated junk.

Sable remembered Donnie mentioning their love for the Italian dish and thought for a moment. An idea struck.

"Mikey, there's a pizza place in town, about five miles from here. But they don't deliver. Would you be willing to go and pick up a couple pizzas for dinner?"

"Would I?" Mikey beamed ecstatically. He lunged toward the first box, calling over his shoulder. "Hurry up, you two! The sooner we get done, the sooner we get pizza!"

Sable cupped Donnie's tail, causing him to draw up and hiss at the sudden contact. Eyes wide, he found Sable grinning at him and waggling her brow. Then it hit him.

When Mikey was away, they were going to play. And he so desperately wanted to play! All week he had looked forward to bedding her. Mikey had disrupted his plans.

The rest of the attic went faster than anticipated, mostly because there were roughly 20 bags of old clothes that were moth eaten and beyond salvage. Once removed, a bird's nest was revealed at least a decade old. The wood was rotted around the window, allowing the homemaker bird a chance to build a nest. With it being the second week of April, the birds were mating and looking to return to their old hatching grounds to raise their own broods. It was best to remove the temptation early.

"We'll replace this first," Donnie said, tossing the last bag down the attic steps to the landing below. Quickly the pile was accumulated there. It was going to take a lot of muscle to haul it all down the drive for garbage pick up.

There were also four boxes of old toys, which Mikey insisted would go great in Raph's baby bed, and two boxes of comics and children's books, which Mikey insisted Sable sell, but she refused to listen. She gave the tickled turtle the comics and instructed him he was only allowed to read them in the evening after dinner. She didn't want him distracted during the day when there was work to be done.

Mikey found four old chandeliers lining the wall. They were made of heavy metal and sported five empty sockets for bulbs. Two were tarnished silver, one black iron, and the last one was probably brass.

"Dude, these are ancient," Mikey muttered, lifting one. The chain rattled along its side while it hung, once majestic and beautiful, now dull and coated in cobwebs and bird shit.

"Could fetch a few dollars at a primitive shop," Donnie said, adjusting his glasses to peer at the metal. "There's no rust that I can see. Might need to be rewired though. Easy enough to do."

"Grandma got them when she went through a retro phase," Sable sighed.

Her grandparents constantly changed their minds about things. It was exciting to see the changes to the house each time she visited as a child, but now she was an adult, and responsible for cleaning up the accumulated clutter, it wasn't as appealing.

"Help me carry them to the washroom, Mikey," Donnie said, lifting two by their chains and heading for the stairs. Mikey followed, clanking behind like a ghost from the past.

It took a bit to maneuver around the junk cluttering the hall, but the two made it down the stairs and into the washroom. Donnie placed one of the chandeliers in the sink, its diamond drops clinking merely on the porcelain.

Mikey put the two he carried on the floor in front of the sink so Sable could wash them off and not block her washer and dryer. Together the two headed back upstairs to tackle the last bit.

Two large wooden wardrobes with full length mirrors on the door, shoved up against the far wall, wedged under the slope of the roof.

Sable was about to open the door and reveal the interior, when she grinned at Mikey.

"If there's a lion in here, we'll go on an adventure!"

Mikey whimpered.

"Then you're an appetizer, I'll be the main course and Donnie will be the dessert!"

Donnie played along.

"Not worried about a lion. However, if you see an Asian guy with a hook for a hand and two thugs named Guedo and Juan, you don't know me."

Sable rolled her eyes and opened the door. And promptly screamed and nearly toppled Donnie over to get away. Both turtles cringed at her ultrasonic pitch and twisted their faces in disgust.

The wardrobe was packed with dolls. Not like the retro kind Sable had cleaned out of the first spare room that Mikey had claimed as his temporary bedroom. Not the kind of dolls sold at estate auctions and in tiny doll shops that had teahouses.

No, these dolls were much older, true antiques from a century past, with stringy hair, porcelain faces and hands, tatty dresses, and the scariest 'dolls of horror' 'there's a chance I'm haunted' dead eyes. They stared at the ones who just opened the door to their prison.

"Creepy," Mikey shivered. "Do we have to touch em? Can't we just…torch em? Where they are?"

Sable returned from her hasty escape, shivering at the sight. Ever since she saw Chucky, she could never handle being around dolls. They creeped her out too much. She was about to agree to the funeral pyre, when Donnie picked one up, turning it over in his hands.

"There are collectors out there who might be interested." He turned the doll over, searching for a mark on its neck or back that would indicate a specific manufacturer. "We'll clean them off and send the pictures to an appraiser. You never know. Might be worth something."

Sable curled her lip.

"Put them in the garage. I don't want them in the house anymore. And make sure the security system is monitoring the garage."

Donnie's suppressed laughter made his shell shake. He tugged on the ancient lacy dress. It shredded instantly, falling away to reveal the pale white beneath.

"Merely porcelain or variant thereof," Donnie said, holding up the doll and giving it a shake. "There is no spirit in them. They aren't haunted, nor will they come alive and kill us."

"Never know," Sable muttered, wrapping her arms around herself and glaring at the harmless doll. "Sometimes it takes some unknown person to touch them to wake them up."

Donnie splayed his hand over the doll. The white nearly disappeared completely under green.

"Not human. And if there were such a thing as evil spirits, I highly doubt the supernatural world would have compensated for the genetic imprinting of mutants or of non-human species." To prove his point, he squeezed, shattering the fragile material. It crumbled and fell away as dingy snow. "These are merely empty dolls. You have nothing to fear. You have two ninjas to protect you."

"More, if the rest of the family was here," Mikey beamed, draping his arm over Sable's small shoulders. He didn't notice Donnie stiffen and narrow his eyes. "You don't have anything to worry about. We'll protect you. No matter what."

Sable smiled adoringly at her big protector.

"I do feel better, knowing there's someone else here in the house. Someone who can't be possessed anyway."

"Nope, no spirits in this shell," Mikey said, thumping himself on the chest.

"Come on Empty Shell," Donnie groused. "Let's take these to the garage. We can deal with them tomorrow."

Mikey found a couple of large boxes they had emptied, and helped Donnie fill them up with dolls. Mikey's expression was soured the entire time. He didn't think too much of them either. He'd feel safer if they were in the garage and the security system was running. He'd seen to many horror movies to know how this particular scene went. It didn't bode well for any of them.

Once the dolls were out of the wardrobes (as the second one also housed creepy dolls from satan's toybox) and secured in the garage, Mikey made sure the doors were barricaded with lawn chairs and metal cans to act as an early warning system if they should escape. Dolls secured, Mikey helped Donnie carry the junk down the driveway and pile it next to the road for pickup.

Sable found the number for the pizza place and asked if the pizza could be ready in an hour. They agreed, setting her plan into motion. When Donnie and Mikey finished scrubbing up, she waved the phone at them.

"Pizza place said they can be done by 7. I told them to put them on the bench in front of the restaurant, where someone will pick them up. Do you mind waiting, Mikey?"

"Shoot no!" Mikey said, grabbing the keys for the moving van off the counter.

"Turn left end of drive, go 5 or so miles into town. Second red light, turn left. Can't miss it. There's a giant pizza slice on the sign."

"Gotcha!" Mikey was out the door and starting the van within the blink of an eye.

Sable felt guilty about having him to wait so long, as it was going to be nearly an hour. But Donnie scooped her up and carried her up the stairs in record time, into her bedroom and slamming the door shut with his foot. He placed her by the bed and immediately yanked her shirt over her head and removed her bra. He was struggling with her jeans, when she slapped his hand away.

"Get naked," she commanded, throbbing so desperately she thought she'd explode.

Donnie kicked off his shoes and yanked down his pants, kicking them off just as Sable stepped out of her panties. She made to get on the bed, but Donnie grasped her firmly by the wrist, towering majestically and sensuously, his nostrils flared.

He didn't speak, but let his actions speak for him.

He turned her around, one hand between her shoulders to nudge her down. She leaned over, planting her hands on the edge of the bed, and opened her legs, desire slicking her thighs.

Donnie's cock shot straight out, bobbing and swaying as he dribbled precum along her back and over her buttocks. He smeared his mark a couple of seconds before grasping the base and directing it to her center. One hard thrust and he was buried to the hilt, nestled within her walls where she clenched him in greeting.

Sable moaned, long and low, savoring the parting of her flesh. She'd never tire of this position. She was only happy Donnie wasn't adverse to it. He shifted, stroking that place that made her quiver in weakness. She expected him to go slow, but he must have realized they were limited on time. Mikey could be back at any minute.

Donnie grunted, thrusting carefully, testing her readiness before picking up his pace. He bent over her, undulating along her back as he thrust upward, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

The hard plates of his plastron pressed upon her shoulders, keeping her submissive as he set the pace of their mutual release, hips moving in perfect rhythm with hers, filling the room with the wet sounds of their mating.

She turned her head, seeking his kiss, but Donnie was in no mood for gentle passion.

He growled in her ear, his thrust becoming more forceful, lower plastron slamming into her rounded ass. Bracing herself against the onslaught of sexual input, Sable whimpered mindlessly, her head hanging down as she accepted every glorious inch Donnie pounded into her.

The first burst of his burning seed sent her spiraling into a sexual fog where she couldn't remember her location or even her name. On and on he went, growling viciously and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. The momentary flare of pain made her cum even harder, screaming his name and thrashing in his arms.

When Sable returned to reality she found herself cradled in loving arms on the bed. How Donnie was able to move after such a world shattering orgasm, she'd never know. He was draped over her, his weight keeping her safe, his cock still rigid and buried to the max.

Donnie's breath was slow and even as he dozed, basking in the afterglow of love. Sable moved in his arms, drawing him to full wakefulness. She moved, trying to turn around. He pulled out and moved aside, granting her freedom. And nearly felt his heart stop upon seeing the bite mark on her shoulder.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" He asked, bolting upright and examining the impressions of his teeth. The usually pale skin was reddened, and there were reddish streaks below the skin where vessels had been ruptured, but the skin had remained unbroken. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry, Sable. I didn't mean to hurt you. Oh god, I'm a horrible person."

Sable took his hand, kissing his finger tips. "It's a little tender but I like it when you mark me. It means I'm yours. No one else's." She leaned over and kissed him, placing the hand she was kissing between her legs and whispering against his mouth, "I will never bear the mark of another. You and you alone may fill me." She captured his lips in a kiss and added, "I love you so much."

Donnie felt tears sting his eyes. They had spouted such sentiments in the heat of passion, and during the quiet times of shared intimacy. It meant so much more to exchange such words when they were at their most vulnerable.

Donnie cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her cheeks, marveling in the softness, the gentleness, the absolute genuine love reflected in the swirling honey of her eyes. Her tongue darted out, sampling her flavor upon his fingertips.

"I love you, too," Donnie said, eyes darkening with lust. "With all my heart."

Sable grinned, closing the gap between them for a kiss, but there was the sound of a vehicle outside. She sighed, knowing their playtime was at an end. Mikey was back.

"We'll finish this discussion later," Sable muttered, pecking Donnie on the mouth. "When we can get naked again."

Donnie snickered, following her example and getting out of bed to get redressed. His pants were wet from mating, so he got a new pair out of the drawer. Sable disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.

Donnie swelled with pride seeing her thighs slicked with his seed. He headed down the stairs to greet Mikey, who was coming into the kitchen, tossing the keys on the counter under the phone.

The clock on the wall read 7:15.

"Took you long enough," Donnie groused, going to the fridge to grab sodas.

"Actually, I picked them up half an hour ago," Mikey said, placing the boxes on the counter. He flipped open the top box to reveal the remnants of a crust with some melted cheese on the side. "I went ahead and ate in the van."

"What?" Donnie asked, confused. And not by seeing an empty box. "Why did you do that?"

Mikey shuffled his feet, not able to meet Donnie's gaze.

"I wanted to give you two some time to be alone. You haven't had much time to be together, and I know I kinda ruined your plans for playing Turtle Under the Sheets, so I wanted to give you some privacy so you two could spend some quality time together."

Donnie was stunned. Maybe Mikey was growing up after all?

"That was thoughtful of you," Donnie said sincerely, placing a hand on Mikey's shoulder. "I appreciate that, Mikey."

Mikey had a difficult time looking him in the eye. His cheeks were flushed a dark green with embarrassment. He mumbled incoherent words.

Donnie glanced to the box Mikey had opened and sighed.

"Did you have to eat the entire pizza though? You could have shared."

Mikey perked up, opening up the other large box and two smaller ones.

"Dude, she got two pizzas, a dozen bread sticks and a dessert breadstick thing."

Donnie sniffed the air, his stomach growling. He had worked up quite the appetite.

"Cinnamon sticks."

"Did they remember the extra icing?" Sable asked, coming around the corner and smiling at her lover. She wore baggy lounge pants and a high neck crew shirt to hide Donnie's teeth marks. His guilt over them turned into pride. There was no doubt she was his and his alone.

"Yup," Mikey said, pointing to the bag sitting on the counter. "Two tubs."

"I'm starving," Sable breathed, then noticed one of the boxes was empty. "Where's the other pizza?"

"One guess," Donnie said, rolling his eyes to Mikey, who grinned sheepishly and ducked into his shell.

Sable scoffed and ordered her boys, "Grab some plates. We have a sequel to watch."

"Yipee!" Mikey exclaimed, handing his brother and Sable a plate from the cupboard.

They retired to the living room, where Mikey happily popped in a movie. It was nearly ten by the time the end credits rolled. Sable yawned, while Mikey collected the dishes.

"You two take a bath while I clean up," Mikey said, volunteering for kitchen duty.

"You sure?" Sable asked, her hand in Donnie's as they stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Positive," Mikey beamed. There was no cheekiness to his demeanor. "I'll put dishes in the washer, wipe down the counters, put leftovers away, wipe down the living room, check all the doors and windows, check garage to make sure dolls aren't out to kill us, then I'll head up to take a quick shower. I wanted to curl up with Superman tonight."

Mikey paused, his brain catching up to his words. He curled his nose in distaste.

"That didn't come out right."

Sable laughed around her yawn.

"Okay. Just remember we have that spare room to finish cleaning out. It shouldn't be so bad with Donnie helping. It will go much faster."

Donnie nodded, his eyes drooping. He tugged Sable's hand with meaning.

"Good night, Mikey," Sable called before starting up the stairs and dragging Donnie behind her.

Donnie caught a glimpse of Mikey's most perverted look and felt his shell sink. His expression instantly changed when Sable closed the bedroom door, locking it and peeling out of her clothes as she entered the bathroom. Donnie followed suit, striping as he went.

Sable started the water on high, making the tub fill up faster. She was sore and aching and longed for the relaxation of a hot bath. When the tub was halfway full, she and Donnie climbed in, Donnie reclining on his shell and pulling her into his arms.

He dropped tender kisses to her shoulder, kissing away the ache and pain he caused her during his mindlessness. He helped her wash her hair, laughing as she put a handful of bubbles on top his head and massaged his scalp.

Rinsing each other clean, Sable settled in Donnie's arms, exchanging delicate kisses. Idly his hands rubbed her back and down to cup her ass.

"I love you," she breathed licking the small indentation that served as his ear.

"Love you," Donnie parroted back, his tail twitching to extend his cock in readiness.

Sable snickered, feeling the thick rod press into her stomach. "Again?"

"Always," Donnie breathed, cupping her buttocks and lifting her. She grasped his cock and positioned him. Nudging her entrance, she lowered onto him.

Sable sighed, eyes fluttered as he took possession of her, body and soul. He drew up his legs, giving her a way to lean and rest her back. So reclined, she rotated her hips, stirring him deep inside. One hand dropped down to the join of their bodies, where she idly stroked her clit, gasping and lifting at the sensation.

"Wow," Donnie breathed, enthralled.

The water prevented him from seeing what she was doing so his hand joined hers, hoping to make her do more of that tight clench and soft mewl of pleasure.

Sable directed his finger over her clit, panting as she felt the pressure build. With other lovers, the only way she could obtain orgasm was through clit stimulation, but since meeting Donnie, she hadn't needed the added stimulation. Since he was naive, at least in some sexual aspects, she wanted to broaden his horizons.

"Keep going baby," Sable breathed, her hand falling away so she could cup her breasts. Massaging and pinching her nipples, she panted, feeling her end so near.

Donnie was spellbound by that hard button. And watching her touch herself had nearly ended his resolve. Wanting to give her more pleasure, he leant forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth. Her hands cradled his face, her pussy fluttered.

On and on he toyed with that hard pea and sucked first one, then the other breast with reverence. He gave her three amazing orgasms, pausing long enough to allow her to regain her senses before continuing his action. But after so much push and pull on his aching cock, he needed release.

Badly!

Grasping her hips he lifted her up and down on the shaft. Her climaxes had made her sufficiently wet and swollen, making her tight and slick as he thrust wildly.

Sable sighed each time he filled her. When the first burst of semen erupted, she ground down, sealing their mouths together and followed him over the edge. Shuddering, both fell boneless into the water, rocking on Donnie's shell as he reclined, mind empty, heart hammering, cock quivering in extended release.

As they lay, heartbeats slowly returning to normal, they heard the water turn on in the other bath, the pipes knocking into the wall and rattling in the old house. It resembled an earthquake. Or very active poltergeist. Sable kissed Donnie back to wakefulness.

"Come on, we need to dry off," she said, wincing as he pulled out.

Donnie reluctantly agreed, toweling dry and watching Sable comb her hair to get the knots out. Such a strange anomaly of the human body. Especially between their legs. Though he liked the thatch of curly honeyed dew hair between Sable's legs. Once dry she slid a long tee shirt over her head. Together, they lay down, embraced by each other, their lips tender and unhurried.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow?' Sable asked, wanting to cry. She didn't want Donnie to leave. It always broke her heart. She wished they could spend more time together.

"Afternoon, sometime," Donnie said sadly. He traced the path of a tear with his long tapered finger. "But if you want, you can come see me. Already talked to my dad and he said it would be okay if you came to visit."

"I'll look forward it," Sable breathed.

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Awwwww…. Aren't they just the sweetest?

Apologies for the chapter length. Sometimes I just can't find a good enough stopping point. I'll try to watch it. Figure y'all don't wanna deal with such long chapters, so I'll TRY to keep them tamed. :D

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