Chapter Forty-Two: Staking A Claim
AN: Sorry for the delay and lame ass title, but time has gotten away from me. Been so busy I haven't had time to really do any writing. I scratched this out, but not entirely happy with it. Its more of a 'filler' but I added some smut in apology for the delay.
AN2: I have a tendency to hit a wall with one story when I want to follow an outline and the muse doesn't cooperate. This time is no different. And as my usual tendency, instead of the muse focusing on the story in front of me, it goes off on rabbit trails and I get distracted and sidetracked to other projects that occupy my thoughts and drive me nuts. It's that way again. I'm trying to focus on this story, but I have a couple ideas for turtle tots, Sai Fi, and Transformers that's jockeying for attention in my brain. And to top it all off, I've been watching some of the G1 GI Joe cartoons and now that's bugging the crap out of me….. so my brain is being scattered in many directions. There's soooo much I want to do with this story and tidbits I want to add, but I feel if I rush it, I will miss something and then it won't make sense later on. I know where I want to go… but the muse is acting like a rabbit on Red Bull.
Honestly, I'm usually more productive in fall and winter, as I have more free time and less work that demands my attention. Summer is the worst time to get anything accomplished because I stay so busy and life is hectic.
I'll try to get something new out… Maybe if I get a couple days of rainy weather and don't have to work, I can focus on my stories and have a chapter or story ready to go. All I can do is try… just hope my readers stick with me.
Love to all!
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"Need carpet and furniture, but come see," Donnie said, putting a hand over Sable's eyes and directing her up the stairs to the third floor.
Splinter brought up the rear, amused by his son's playfulness. Donnie had been quite happy all day. In fact, he rivaled Michelangelo with his bubbling personality. Raph mentioned at lunch Donnie must have been ill to be so cheerful, but Splinter had another theory. One he kept to himself.
The loving glances Donnie shared with Sable cottoned the old rat onto a truth he found wonderful for his son and the woman who had captured his heart. Splinter was just glad he was now sleeping downstairs. There may had been a bathroom between their bedrooms the first time he visited, but that had not stopped the old rat's ears from detecting the sounds of passionate love making.
Thankfully his other sons seemed oblivious to what went on behind closed doors. At least, if they knew what was going on, they made no inclination. Given Mikey's childishness about such things, it was highly unlikely he had witnessed, visually or audibly, something far too mature for his naive mentality.
The glow to Sable's cheeks and the little touches she shared with Donnie during meals was also another give away.
The two were hopelessly in love.
Not the blind, senseless kind that young people tend to fall prey to, but the real thing. The kind of love that meant they would grow old together, their love lasting a lifetime.
Splinter couldn't have been happier for them.
"Whoa!" Sable exclaimed, gaining the stairs and finding the attic totally renovated.
Sunlight filtered through the window on the east side, throwing its light upon the wall and as Sable squinted at it, she noticed the subtle color change that ran the length of the hall. The colors were extremely pale, only noticeable when the sunlight was angled just so, but she detected pink in the east, followed by orange, green, blue, and at the west window on the opposite side of the house, purple. Each of her turtles represented in their new home.
The bedroom on the right was slightly larger than it's counterpart a floor below. A good meter distance in depth, though the width remained the same. Raph stood in the middle of the room, arms stretched wide.
"My room," he declared.
"Thought about how you're going to decorate it?" Sable asked, amused at the giant turtle proudly declaring his new lodgings.
Raph rubbed the back of his neck. If Sable wasn't mistaken, the big, gruff, rough, temperamental turtle was... blushing.
"Didn't think about it," he admitted.
"That's okay, you have plenty of time," Sable assured him.
"Bathroom," Donnie said, steering Sable around the corner into the brand new bathroom.
"Man, can you renovate our bathroom to look like this?" Sable asked, touching the white porcelain sink on the right. The left held an identical sink. Mirrors were situated directly above the chrome fixtures and on either side were short shelves, ready to hold whatever a turtle used for grooming.
The toilet was on the right and partially obscured due to a six foot high tiled wall that kept it separate from the walk in shower on the left, giving the toilet a more private space.
The look was complete with the floor prepared in white tile with dark green square carpet in front of each sink, the shower, and toilet. Meter wide shelves ran the full height of the bathroom on both sides, a dozen or so towels already in place.
"If you want," Donnie said, snaking his hand around Sable's waist to firmly caress her stomach.
She swatted at him to behave and entered the third room, which was another bedroom. Though Mikey was currently lounging on his shell in the middle, hands up in front of him, as if seeing a large tv on the wall.
"You can have this room," Sable said to Mikey.
Mikey scoffed, waving his hands airily. "I like the room I already have. I'm not too far away in case someone breaks in and tries to hurt you."
Every heart melted, just a little.
Even Leo's.
Sable knelt down, giving the innocent little whelp a kiss on top his head. "My protector."
For once, Mikey didn't play up the affection. His expression was serious.
"Hey, if any bad guys come for you, they'll have me to contend with!" He thumped his plastron with a fist to emphasis his point. He swung his arm around to encompass his family as he spoke. "Bad guys won't stand a chance with all us protecting you!"
"Heroes," Sable sighed, pinching Mikey's cheek and earning a beaming grin.
Mikey bounced to his feet, taking Sable by the hand and leading her out of the empty room and showing her the opposite side of the attic.
"Ta-dah!" Mikey crowed expressively.
"Wow!" Sable was unable to stop the expression as she took in the smaller room, more of a niche really, lined with sturdy shelves for storage.
"Both sides," Mikey confirmed, walking Sable to the identical storage area on the other side. "That way you can keep winter stuff separate from summer and have enough storage space without cluttering the place like your grandparents."
"It's absolutely perfect," Sable cried, throwing her arms around Mikey's neck and hugging him soundly.
For once, Mikey was put off guard, patting her awkwardly on the back, eyes shining with mild panic before settling into a comfortable happiness.
Sable made to hug Raph, but he held up his hands, and gave her a timid smile, offering a couple taps to the shoulder as a sign of affection. He wasn't much of a touchy-feely turtle. Having Sable to openly embrace him made him nervous, and it had nothing to do with the fact Donnie was glaring in open hostility. Splinter's hand on Donnie's arm drew the turtle out of his warpath, calming him down as to not posture with his brothers over Sable.
They already knew.
Sable was Donnie's. They were not a sexual rival or threat to his position as Sable's mate.
Leo stepped back, offering a short wave, but not engaging in physical interaction, despite Sable's watery gratitude.
When she turned to Donnie, she was aware of a movement, then his lips on hers, his hands gripping her firmly by the ass and lifting her into his arms. His kiss was dominating, as was his grip, displaying in no uncertain terms she was his mate.
Not that his brothers had any doubt.
There was no attraction to Sable, but they understood, subconsciously, she was mated to Donnie. He had staked his claim. Sexually, she was off limits to them. However, if she were ever in trouble, they would immediately come to her rescue.
Even Leo. He may not approve of his brother's choice in mates, but honor dictated once they found someone to love, and claim, they were to be protected.
Leo's voice cut through the fog permeating Sable's mind as Donnie's tongue invaded her mouth hungrily.
"Yeah, I'll be taking this bedroom," he said, nodding to the left.
"Oh, man," Mikey whined. "Guess that means I can put the gaming room in your old room."
Sable disengaged from Donnie, making him put her down (with great reluctance and promise in his eye that they'd be continuing this matter later) and gave a stern finger waggle to Mikey.
"Oh, no you're not! I'm not going to be kept up all night because you want to play video games."
Mikey ducked his head sheepishly. He toed the floor exactly as little boy being chastised.
"Okay," he muttered sullenly.
"Now, I ordered pizza. Who's hungry?" Sable asked, already knowing the answer.
Four turtles perked up, eyes glazed over with thoughts of greasy pepperoni and cheese. Leo appeared as if in a trance, brain already locked up from toppings.
Sable motioned everyone downstairs.
"Well, they should be ready for pick up by now," she said, starting down after Raph, when Donnie grabbed her from behind.
He hoisted her into his arms, her knees tucking under his shell as he ground their hips together suggestively. Sable bit back a moan at the sensation of his thickness grazing her clit through their clothes.
Half delirious from desire, and desperately wanting to lead him to their bedroom for a hardy romp, Sable found herself sat on her feet, staring heavy lidded into Donnie's face.
He offered a quick kiss, licking her lip, then disappeared, strolling behind his family as if he hadn't just shot her libido through the roof.
Sable took several deep cleansing breaths, taking up the rear, grateful no one could see how overheated she had become. Or how funny she was walking. She touched her belly, muttering a quick plea for no shell, and joined the turtles and rat in the kitchen.
She grabbed her keys, assuring them she would be back soon and they could have an early dinner.
Donnie, smug bastard he was, sat at the kitchen table, nonchalant, smiling serenely as Mikey bemoaned the virtues of pizza.
By the time Sable returned, Mikey was in full 'dramatic over-actor' mode. He weakly held up his arm, grasping at the pizza box, panting as a desert man in search of an oasis. His acting debut was cut short when Raph snatched the box out of Mikey's lax grip and settled at the table, stuffing his face with a slice of meat lovers special, extra pepperoni.
Aghast at missing out on the best slices, Mikey quickly recovered, bounding up and plopping his shell next to Raph.
Splinter sat in the corner, nursing a large slice of 5 cheese. Leo was beside him, half a box of thick crust ham and pineapple being devoured without taking part in conversation. Donnie was beside of Leo, his plate holding two slices of ham and pineapple, one meat lovers with extra pepperoni, and one thin slice of 5 cheese.
Sable sat on the end, trying to stay focused on her plate, which was difficult, as Donnie's right hand was currently between her legs, massaging her clit through the fabric of her pants.
Donnie, for his part, held conversation with his family as if he were not driving Sable mad under the table.
"Oh!" Sable gasped as her belly quivered in delight. Five sets of eyes fixed on her sudden jumpy disposition. To cover, she forced a grin. "Forgot drinks!"
She got up, putting distance between her throbbing femininity and Donnie's damnable finger and deposited a six pack of orange soda on the table. Mikey's face lit up.
Sable kept out of Donnie's reach, pretending to be worried over the food and putting away the empty cans Mikey was accumulating. Donnie merely observed, eyes darkening with the knowledge she was avoiding his touch.
Well, he would have to remedy that!
He finished his food and deposited the litter in the trash. He called over his shoulder. "Have a safe trip home, guys. I'm going to have a bath."
Sable's eyes went wide as three turtles and rat mumbled farewells to Donnie's retreating shell.
Leo went out to the Uhaul, starting its engine with a mighty growl and waited for his family.
Mikey had to get a goodbye hug from Sable, while Raph cleared up the mess in the kitchen, wiping down the table and gathering the trash to take down to the street for pick up the next day. He offered a single dip of his head in acknowledgement and left, getting into the back of the Uhaul and making the truck rock on its tires. Mikey was already there, settling in with a game on his phone to occupy him on the drive home.
Splinter was last.
Sable gave the rat master a hug.
"Thank you for helping me with the house," she said, standing back and stroking Splinter's cheek as if he had unruly hair. "It will be great to have your own rooms and plenty of space so no one feels cramped. This is your home, too. You should be comfortable."
"Thank you, my dear," Splinter said, lulling into a relaxed state with her gentle stroking. If he wasn't careful, he'd nod off. He took her hand, patting it affectionately. "Perhaps you may come stay with us for a time? After, of course, we make it suitable for a young lady."
"Boys,' Sable winked.
Splinter offered a noise of annoyance. He patted Sable's hand. "We will let you know when we have the appropriate facilities to host a young lady."
"Nothing pink," Sable said jokingly, escorting the old master to the door. "Not a fan of pink."
"So noted," Splinter shot back, getting into the passenger side of the Uhaul and shutting the door. "I expect Donatello home tomorrow evening, no later than eight o'clock."
"I'll make sure he knows," Sable said, waving goodbye as the UHaul crawled down the driveway and out into traffic.
Sable locked up, glad to have such wonderful family who cleaned up after themselves. She went upstairs, expecting to hear the water running.
It wasn't.
She entered her bedroom and found Donnie standing next to the bed. He pointed to the floor next to the bed and Sable realized he had placed a large, two inch thick mat on the floor. It reminded her of the kind used in gyms for tumbling. Five feet wide, sectioned up into four equal rectangles, foldable for easy storage.
There were also towels placed in the dead center.
Donnie didn't speak. He pointed to the mat, his expression quite clear.
Sable bit her lip, her panties dampening with the site of him standing there, so intimidating, dominating, completely naked, his tail thick and erect, crowned with thick, dripping white cream. He was breathtaking.
She undressed, heart hammering madly in her chest. Blood pounded in her ears with anticipation. Obediently she knelt on the mat, stationing her knees on the towels.
Donnie lowered himself behind her, sniffing the erotic clover staining her thighs, drawing him in. Carefully he used his two fingers to part her flesh, exposing her entrance for inspection.
Sable had to bite on her lip to keep from moaning as his forefinger penetrated her with ease. In and out he moved, his digit easily coated with her arousal.
Convinced she was sufficiently wet, Donnie moved closer, grasping his tail and stroking it through the moisture. He concentrated the tip around her clit, causing her to gasp and shudder as he thoroughly covered it in his frosting before moving backward, seeking admittance.
Sable cried out, arching her back as he grew inside her, pulling her wide open and touching the most inner part of her core.
Donnie moaned, smiling as her heat swallowed his pride. He'd never tire of the sensation. He withdrew, watching the erotic movement of his cock emerging from her heat, only to pull her down on his shaft, dark angry purple being swallowed by fiery, swollen red lips. A few slippery thrusts and he mostly withdrew, pumping her entrance and earning a pleasurable keen that made him swell in answer.
Sable mumbled incoherently as he stimulated her G spot, stars blooming in her vision as he pleasured her entrance with vigor.
"Donnie," she moaned, tightening around him.
Donnie braced himself over her, sinking to the hilt and grinding upward in fast, shallow thrusts that had both grunting. As Sable squeezed his full length, Donnie nuzzled her neck, licking a spot on her neck before biting down, holding her immobile while he wildly pounded, lifting her knees off the towels.
She spasmed, once, twice, then lost the ability to remember her name. As a she cat in heat, she rocked back into him, meeting his thrusts, crying out each time he slammed into the entrance of her womb, their combined release drenching the join of their bodies in a primal, wet slapping noise that filled the room.
Donnie released Sable's shoulder, arching his back and roaring out an animalistic growl as he met his final end. His tail pulsed inside her, whitewashing her inner walls in a steady, burning stream.
It took over a minute for him to find his end, his exhausted cock retreating back into his tail to recover from a job well done.
Sable dropped to the mat, panting, sweat glistening along her forehead and chest, thighs frosted white, her belly twitching from the extent of her release, tremors wracking her small frame as Donnie curled up beside her, just as sated and tired.
Sable lay, motionless, boneless, Donnie oozing from her secret places. It was several long minutes before she spoke.
"Donnie?"
"Hmm?" he asked, shell quivering in aftershocks.
She placed his hand on her lower stomach. "Promise me, you'll come back to us."
"Promise," Donnie said, dropping tender kisses to her shoulder, the one not bruised from his love bites. "You have nothing to worry about. We'll be fine. You have my word of honor."
"Good," Sable said, taking a deep breath to chase away her doubts and fears. She would have them as constant companions until Donnie, and his brothers, were back home, safe and sound.
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What are the odds everything will go smoothly for our heroes in green?
Especially with me writing the episode. (evil grin and bone chilling cackle)
Hope my readers are still around... would love to hear from everyone.
