Anonymous prompted: Donatello and Jhanna, what took you so long
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I wrote this inspired by a concept of winnyverse's for Donnie and Jhanna meeting in the future and shacking up for a while and this little story is set very early on in that arrangement. Since Jhanna is an alien, I also decided she wouldn't have fully human genitalia. I was inspired by hyenas though it is still very different.
"What took you so long?"
Donatello looked up at the sound of the imperious voice as he exited the palatial bathing chamber.
She was seated on the royal bed, clad only in a diaphanous rope that skimmed her impressive physique, flowing from a golden collar around her neck. The material was sheer black, allowing the lovely blue of her skin to gleam below it, deepened by the soft yellow glow of the lights ensconced deeply in wall sockets set at wide intervals around the large chamber. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders in richly oiled dreadlocks. Her pointed chin was lifted regally, the sparkle in her eyes belying her imperious expression.
Donatello felt a grin sidle up one side of his face. "I was just readying myself for you, my Queen," he said playfully, approaching her. "You could've joined me."
The merest smile twitched the corner of Jhanna's lips. "I'll remember that next time. Perhaps you will be so lucky."
Donatello knelt down into the plush carpeting before her, meeting her gaze with his own admiring one. "I prefer not to count on luck to get what I want. Strategy, I've found, tends to be a far more reliable system."
Jhanna cocked a brow, fighting to keep the smile from spreading up her face. "Really? And how would you strategise to achieve the attainment of such a goal?"
Donatello placed his hands on her knees, the feel of her robe silky beneath his palms, smiling wolfishly up at her. "Well, I might start by reminding you of a certain memorable night we once spent together in the water a long time ago - "
Jhanna could no longer stop the curving of her mouth as she gazed back into Donatello's rich brown eyes. "Mmmm. As I recall it, though eager to please you were inexperienced and unskilled then."
Donatello was unoffended by this simple fact, running his palms up her thighs so the sheer material bunched, causing her to shiver, a flush to darken her cheeks. "Well, then I might suggest you could improve on the memories by taking advantage of the years of experience I've amassed since then."
Jhanna nodded as though she was considering it, leaning back on her palms as Donatello's hands continued to skim her thighs up and down, the soft fabric brushing her skin rhythmically, folds of it pooling between her legs, tickling her sensitive flesh. "I would be a fool not to put these supposed developed talents to the test beforehand."
"See, this is why you're such a great ruler," Donatello replied, with great difficulty keeping his eyes on her face rather than allowing his gaze to rove the beautiful body that was just visible beneath the transparent material, his thumbs pressing gently into the dip between her thighs, coasting upwards so that he was rewarded with the merest gasp from her. "You're so thorough."
"And I expect the same from you," she replied, her eyes lidded, her lips slightly parted. Donatello pushed against her inner thighs with his thumbs, prompting her legs to part for him. The translucent material spilled between the valley he made and he leaned forward and breathed softly on her mound, knowing the delicate fabric would brush her most sensitive flesh in the most tantalising way. This close her scent, rich and intoxicating, went straight to his head so that he practically reeled with it. A tremor ran straight through his body to echo in his tail and he felt himself swell.
He leant forward closer, pressing his mouth hotly to the engorged clitoris that lay beneath layered folds of gossamer-like material. Fully four inches long and rock hard, the unique Omatron organ quivered below his mouth and Jhanna could not silence the gasp that tore from her throat. Donatello wetly mouthed her large clit, sucking it and flicking his tongue against it in turns, knowing the fine weave of her gown would be providing the most sensational friction contrasted against the wetness of his mouth. Jhanna moaned, lifted a leg to brace her ankle against the mattress to give him better access and the wanton position prompted his cock to surge with desire, to nudge his cloaca urgently. He ignored it and focused on what he was doing, the fingertips of one hand coasting up the tender flesh of her inner thigh, dipping below the hem of her robe and gently trailing the curve of her buttock until he located the moist well at the centre of her. She gasped and bucked at his touch, his fingertips just playing around her aroused opening even as his mouth continued to lick and suck the long, hard clitoris that twitched against his tongue.
He teased her for a while, enjoying the way she thrust and ground against his face, the decidedly ignoble moans and sighs she was making, the way his fingertips slipped around her increasingly wet entrance, then stopped, sitting back.
Jhanna looked down at him, panting, her breasts rising and falling beneath the sheer robe, her nipples hard and dark, her cheeks flushed. The material that draped her engorged genitals was soaking wet form their mingled fluids and the aroma that emanated from her was so powerful he felt giddy, dazed, his cock pulsing insistently, still agonisingly sheathed in his tail.
"I did not tell you to stop," she gasped furiously, her dark eyes flashing.
Donatello cocked a brow ridge at her. "You should probably ask me nicely if you want me to keep going," he remarked mildly.
The consternation that struck her lovely features was then a beautiful sight to behold, but he was careful not to show his delight. Jhanna struggled with all the stubborness of a ruler accustomed to getting her own way for the tiniest demand, before she finally slumped back on her elbows, her eyes pressing shut, desire clearly winning out over pride this time.
"Please resume at your leisure," she said with comanding stiffness and Donatello could scarcely fight the mirth that contorted his face at the compromise she had struck.
But how could he resist all the same, when he had her so completely desperate for him? Leaning forward, he breathed hotly on her swollen clit so that she twitched and gasped, then ran his hands up beneath the silky folds of the robe, parting them to finally reveal the four inch long organ, flushed dark purple with blood, nestled above the delicate tissue that surrounded her wet hole. Slowly, slowly, he leaned forward, smugly noting the way her spine arched and her hips angled forward, how her thighs quivered in anticipation of his touch. He came within milimetres and then stopped, breathing lightly on her wet flesh and smiled to hear her gasp sharp and frustrated above him.
Finally, he slipped his tongue out and touched her softly, waggling just the tip of it against the very centre of her clit and a strangled moan burst from Jhanna's lips and she bucked and writhed with orgasm as Donatello grinned to himself, satisfied.
