"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mona Lisa cursed, searching through her belongings yet again. Sharp claws scraping across the thick plastic bottom of the suitcase she had brought with her. Yet it wasn't there either! "Where is it? I had to have brought it!" she grumbled to herself as she went to the nearby drawer to continue the search. She knew it would be fruitless yet she just had to make sure she didn't overlook it!
The frantic search of the entire room left her empty-handed.
"Fucking hell!" she growled, slamming the nightstand drawer closed. That was the last place she could have possibly stored them in the few spots Raphael gave her to store her belongings.
Her damn heat cycle was here.
The breeding heat she normally suppressed with herbs and various medicines from space she'd taken since she hit puberty. Warrior women of their clan always suppressed their heats; it did nothing but get in the way of their strict training schedules and fighting during missions. The only time the warrior women of their species didn't take them was when they settled down, retired from combat, took on a mate and allowed their heat to occur so the couple could procreate.
However, the meeker Salamandrian women who didn't participate in combat were more liberal with the herbs and their usage. Some didn't use at all and allowed their heats to come freely, eagerly participating in sex and other forms of debauchery of which Mona Lisa had little knowledge or desire to know about or participate in. Nothing like that never interested her and frankly, she wanted to keep it that way. So, Mona always took the herbs.
Mona considered heats and sex to their species was strictly to create children; to grow their clan's numbers and hopefully produce more powerful warriors than the generation before.
Nothing else.
Other than that, the heats were annoying as hell!
This was the first time she'd forgotten to take her medication and while the herbs were never perfect to suppress all of the symptoms, she could never imagine not taking it would be this bad! There was this constant uncomfortable, near unbearable, heat in her stomach and pelvis; a restlessness that wouldn't abate and this burning itch between her legs that wasn't going away was driving her mad!
How could she forget them?!
Of course it was probably because she never expected her visit to earth to last this long. In her mind, she merely assumed she'd be long gone from this planet before her heat cycle arrived and became a problem. Well, she was paying greatly for her oversight now.
Golden eyes slipped shut with a sigh. It was probably best she left to her ship as soon as possible before her symptoms further escalated to territory she couldn't handle. There would not even be an Earth variant considering human females didn't have heats, so she was screwed until she could make it to her ship…
"Mona?" Raphael's voice came from the den of the Lair.
Mona jumped slightly at his voice, causing her to exit the chaotic display happening in her head.
"I'm in here, Raphael," Mona replied while sitting down on his bed. The pressure sitting down caused a jolt throughout her nether regions; enough to cause her failure in hiding the wince. The friction and pressure causing yet another wave of heat over her and she was forced to press her thighs together to relieve some of the ever-present ache. It was a strange thing she realized had helped but only temporarily.
So bothersome…
Raphael's face soon appeared from around the doorframe and he flashed her a smirk. "Do ya hear that?"
Mona Lisa's brow ridges pinched in confusion at his statement but she listened anyway… nothing but the hum of machinery and the barest hints of the noise of the television.
"...Um…No?"
"Exactly," Raphael strolled into the room with his hands on his hips, "they're finally gone. It's finally quiet. No re-runs of Crognard the Barbarian, Leo's constant bitchin' or Donnie's OCD ramblings… eh, Dad's enough quiet anyway but he's not here either cuz they all went to April's house. So it's quite…blissfully, blissfully quiet… Ya better enjoy it too because this shit never happens." the red-banded terrapin informed her with a crooked smirk before casually plopping on the bed next to her which had her letting out a slight grunt when the movement went straight to her core.
Raphael sat up quickly as if shocked, a concerned look flashing through his emerald green eyes as he quickly scanned her as if searching for anything wrong.
"You alright, Mona?"
Mona forcefully pushed down her body's reactions through force of will alone. "I'm alright. Just fine, Raphael." Mona immediately answered, biting her lip and telling herself to breathe through it. She'd been through worst situations before and this was nothing new. She'd merely have to get through this evening and leave tomorrow back to her planet and retrieve the items she needed.
Only one more night or torture - no biggie.
Much like that time she nearly lost one of her legs on a harrowing mission, compared to that, this was nothing.
Nothing at all.
"Ya sure?" Raphael asked, their hips brushing and it was like electricity shot through her system at his contact.
A jolt Raphael immediately noticed.
His brows furrowed and he shot her with that 'don't fuckin' lie to me' glare. Mona Lisa could easily pound him into oblivion so she wasn't worried about his empty threats.
"Seriously, it's nothing. My stomach is bothering me a bit but that's all." Mona excused her behavior with a forced smile. She could tell Raphael didn't buy it completely but at least it got him off the subject for now.
"It was probably days of Mikey's cooking causing that. Sorry, he can be a bit insane with the ingredients but he means well… Oh, I know! Ya haven't tried Tony's Pizza yet have you? Now that they're gone, let's order some. Maybe play some games, hang out while we finally got the lair to ourselves?" he asked, his palms sweating a bit as he rubbed them on the bedsheets underneath him. Raphael hoped he sounded normal even if he was going crazy with her so beautiful and so close and they were so alone…
Concentrate, Raph! He reminded himself, flashing her a smile he hoped worked.
Mona bit back a groan, wanting nothing more to get back to her ship, grab her herbs and take them. Maybe wait a week for the symptoms to burn themselves out and return and explain the situation better…but Raphael's big green eyes stopped her. Damn him for being the only man to get under her skin with that look alone.
"How's that sound?" he asked.
Terrible. "Fine." she answered.
"Great!" and just like that, the terrapin was out of the room in a blur of green and red.
Once he was out of sight, Mona Lisa placed her face in her hands and let out a bone-deep sigh into her palms.
This was going to be a looooong night…
Raphael was going just a little crazy.
After ordering pizza and setting up the gaming console and a few other activities him and Mona could do, he found himself having a hardass time keeping his eyes off of her as she sat next to him on the couch. The way the lights of the lair caught on the blue of her scales and the curves of her muscled body, going from a light aquamarine to navy blue in a wave of flickering highlights on her skin. Not to mention her molten amber eyes as they flickered to whatever was on the television.
It was damn hypnotizing…
He'd known her since he was 17 yet even after almost two years of knowing each other, he still couldn't get enough, couldn't get over just how beautiful she was…and that she wanted to be with him.
Raphael opened his mouth to speak, to probably say something cheesy and cringey and not caring one bit about how dumb it sounded but a sudden buzz from Donatello's security system told him the pizza had arrived.
Mona Lisa quickly turned to the sound, eyes wide and muscles tensing as if ready for battle. "What is that?" she asked, her reptilian eyes flickering around the lair as if searching for a threat.
Raphael placed a calming hand on her shoulder and she jolted at the touch, "Don't worry, the food's here," he explained, a bit disheartened at the way she reacted to his touch but he put on a smile regardless, "It'll just be a minute. Find us something to watch while I'm gone, 'kay?"
Mona replied with nothing but a hurried nod but his face fell when he noticed how quickly she was breathing, her eyes flicking to his, away, then back again. She looked jittery as hell too…
"Um…Ya sure you're okay, Mona?"
Mona flashed him a smile that didn't exactly meet her eyes but her smile was apologetic as she replied. "I'm fine! Perfectly fine. It's just…quiet without the others."
Raphael bit back the sudden pinch of hurt in his chest at her reaction but with a nod, went to get their dinner anyway. Walking into the tunnels, Raphael let out a sigh. Determined to make the best of the night he had alone with Mona while also wondering why she seemed to be quieter than normal.
The second Raph's footsteps faded, Mona pinched the bridge of her snout. Cursing her body and its reactions and hating how Raphael was picking up on it. Determined to get through the night, Mona reached for the remote to do as he asked. Perhaps if the television was loud and distracting enough, she could get through the rest of this evening with whatever remained of her sanity somewhat intact.
"Pizza's here!" Raphael announced walking back in the room about ten minutes later. Mona Lisa was where he left her, sitting on the couch and watching the television with her back ramrod straight. It was kinda hot at how disciplined the warrior was yet disheartening at the same time just how strict her upbringing was.
Yet Raphael smiled at the sight, he felt happy he brought her at least a bit out of her shell so to speak. So content to be the one who saw this side of her and that she allowed him to. To get to see the way way her eyes lit up when she saw something new, experienced something she never tasted before or even how her eyes sparkled upon seeing the plant life around them.
It was adorable as hell.
But something about Mona Lisa's odd behavior tonight was leaving a bad taste in his mouth but he was determined to ignore it in hopes it was all in his head.
Yet the second he plopped on the couch next to her, his fears crept back with a vengeance. Mona flinched at his presence, her nostrils flaring and amber eyes brighter than usual - hell, even her cheeks looked flushed as if she had a fever. Maybe she was feeling sick… Raphael looked down at the pizza in his hand and cursed himself as he put it on the table.
Maybe pizza wasn't such a good idea if she wasn't feeling well…
"Oh. Thank you," Mona suddenly spoke. Not even waiting before opening the lid of the pizza box and immediately pulling up a slice and stuffing half of it in her mouth.
…or maybe not.
Brow ridges furrowing, Raph shrugged it off. Reaching for a slice for himself, the two sat in silence. The television louder than he'd expect Mona would appreciate but brushed it off in favor of continuing to eat. His eyes couldn't help but flicker over to the Salamandrian from time to time. The cute expressions on her face as she ate, a pleased smile as she finished her second slice with relish.
Raph bit back a laugh, recalling her expression the first time she tasted Earth food and immediately couldn't get enough. It reminded him so much of himself when after a lifetime diet of worms and algae to eat that first cheesy bite…
Pure heaven.
Raphael leaned a bit closer to Mona in order to snag a napkin from her side of the table and his fears immediately rushed back when she outright winced at the casual touch. His thigh brushed along her hip and her skin fluttered under his touch - but not in a good way. It was like she was flinching away from him more than simply reacting to his touch.
Alright. This was getting kinda concerning - Mona Lisa was officially acting weird.
"You alright?" Raph asked. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No! I'm fine." she sent him a smile and turned back to the television like nothing happened.
Raphael wanted to ask again but he bit his tongue, determined to enjoy the night regardless of her strange behavior. Maybe she was just a bit nervous since this was the first time they've been left completely alone since she got here.
Feeling a bit better at that thought, Raph let it go for now and the night continued.
Eventually the food was gone and the show they put on to watch during dinner was a re-run and Mona Lisa looked less then entertained, so Raph did the next best thing.
"So… Do you want to play a game?" he asked in a creepy character voice to try and make her laugh, to get her out of this funk she seemed to be in, but Mona merely glanced at him strangely from the corner of her eye.
"What?"
Raph shook his head, "Nevermind. Um, do you wanna play a video game? Donnie was able to get that new racing one. It looks like fun."
Mona Lisa shrugged, "Sure."
As with everything they did, Mona Lisa continually kicked his ass at everything once she got the hang of it. The little thrill he got at beating her at something never lasted long when she finally either figured out the controls like she did the first time she played a video game. Even her large clawed hands easily picked it up and before he knew it, she was beating the high score it took him all week to get.
Yet not this time.
Within a few rounds, Raphael continued to trounce her in the game - and it wasn't even close, it was like Mona wasn't even bothering to try! It was obvious Mona Lisa was distracted and it was starting to bother him. Raphael reached over to touch her shoulder to ask yet again if she was feeling okay and Mona actually retreated from his touch this time, scooting away from him as if he was diseased and Raphael finally had enough!
Throwing the controller on the couch, Raphael asked with hurt lacing his voice, "Alright. Enough of this shit, Mona! What the fuck is going on with you?"
Raphael's eyes were hurt.
He was hurt and upset and she bit her lip knowing she was the cause of it. He planned such a fun night together and while she tried her damnedest to concentrate on what was happening, she kept getting lost in her own mind. Doing her meditation techniques to block out the physical ailment that plagued her. And while it worked to make the symptoms less bothersome at least temporarily, it made her slightly more animated than an empty shell.
As embarrassing as her present condition was, Raphael deserved the truth.
"Okay…Fine. I'm not okay." she admitted.
Raph's eyes once filled with slight anger and hurt now filled with concern. "W-What's wrong?"
Mona Lisa bit her lip before confessing, "I'm in heat."
Raphael's eye brow ridges furrowed at her sudden declaration; a confused slant to his lips as he stared at her for a few moments before he exclaimed, "...What?"
"I'm in the midst of my heat cycle," Mona Lisa clarified to the confused terrapin, her cheeks burning with mortification.
Raphael swore he was having an aneurysm but his mouth moved anyway, "...Heat Cycle? ….so…you're just horny as fuck? Is that what it means?"
"No!" Mona Lisa loudly denied, "My body is simply going through a breeding cycle with which it is in preparation to get impregnated. That is all." Mona felt the strange sensation of her cheeks flushing at the peculiar look Raphael was giving her.
"...Um, why don't you just rub one out? That should help." he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"...'Rub one out'?! What the actual hell are you talking about?" Mona growled.
Raph looked away from her with his cheeks redder than she'd ever seen them. His large hand lifting to scratch the back of his head before he finally met her eyes. "Ya know - Masturbate. Touch yourself to get some relief. Believe me, it helps."
"Heat Cycles are the sole purpose of child bearing which I am not ready to do so I have no idea what you are talking about. It's either herbs or sex and I highly doubt our species are compatible to have children which I refuse to think about right now so I still don't understand what you mean."
"No! I didn't mean we should have sex! Well… Um, well, I just…" Raphael's face slacked before he looked at her in shock, "Wait. You've never touched yourself?"
Mona's brow ridges furrowed, "Why would I do that? To wash, of course. It's important for basic hygiene -"
"Well, yeah, but!? How?!"
"How have I what!?" the frustration leeching out through her tone.
"NOT touched yourself? Like, how did you survive your teenage years without doing at least that? Damn if I couldn't jerk off during puberty I would have lost my fucking mind and I don't even have heat cycles! How are you still alive!?"
"Herbs," was her immediate answer.
Raphael was pretty sure he was having a stroke. His palms were sweaty as hell and he felt like his heart was about to burst through his plastron and brain about to implode at the shitload of information Mona Lisa just threw at him.
"...So, you've never…?" he stuttered.
"Never what?"
"Ya know, had sex?" Raphael asked, a bead of sweat slipping down the side of his neck. Damn, when did it get so hot in here?!
Mona Lisa looked at him as if he grew a second-head. "No, I haven't. I told you already, sex is for bearing children and I have no desire to have any. Sex to our clan isn't for fun or sport - perhaps to some it is, but to the majority of warriors such as myself, not so much. It's selfish and careless to have a mate and children when we go into deadly combat every day not knowing when or if we'd ever return home. And truthfully, sex as a whole never interested me."
Raphael was happy yet a bit deflated at that tidbit of information. Knowing she was a virgin was exciting but the fact she seemed so flippant about sex in general told him this would be an uphill battle.
"Well, that's… different. Sex really isn't looked at like that here… Quite the opposite actually." Raphael explained with a nervous scratch to the back of his head.
"Really?" Mona looked unconvinced.
Raph let out a flustered sigh. "You've seen the shows and hell, even the commercials we have here - there's always someone strutting around half-naked, promoting or having sex even if it's only implied off-screen. Sex sells here. It's desired and normal. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of here on Earth."
"...Is that why the the human population is so high compared to other planets I've visited? Humans participate in too much sex coerced by their television entertainment?"
Raphael didn't exactly know how to react but just said what came to his head, "Um, ya know, sex isn't just for having kids, Mona. People have sex all the time without having kids, there's stuff that prevents pregnancy even. Ya know, people have sex just because sex is…fun. It feels good." he shrugged a muscled shoulder hoping it came off as casual even with his heart thumping like a pounding drum in his chest.
"...Oh really? So you have first-hand experience?" Mona asked and Raphael might have been a bit crazy but did he detect jealousy in her voice? Fuck that's hot.
"No!" Raphael admitted with a nervous chuckle, finding it hard to meet her eyes, "I just…I watch some stuff and masturbation feels good so…I imagine sex feels even better than what I can do by myself, so…yeah."
Mona's tail flicked and she let out a sigh, "Well, I for one have no references so I have no idea how this so-called 'masturbation' will help me with my current issue." Mona Lisa sounded frustrated, her clawed hands clenched upon her lap.
"You can masturbate, just use your hands and fingers to get yourself off," Raphael admitted and he had to pinch himself to believe he was actually having this conversation with her.
"You expect me to touch myself with these?" Mona asked, lifting her hands up to showcase her long clawed fingers and yeah…maybe not the best idea for someone who knew nothing about what they were doing…
"...Um…" Raph swallowed, not believing what was about to come out of his mouth, "I can help you. I can, uh, use my mouth on you."
Mona's expression pinched and she immediately pushed her thighs together and grunted when it had the opposite effect she wanted. "What do you mean, 'Use your mouth'?"
Raph's skin glowed red at her question, the terrapin doing his best to keep his eyes away before he clarified, "It's a technique I've seen in videos. It's called cunnilingus I think is the technical term for it. Basically, um, the man puts his mouth between a woman's legs on her - um, vagina area and licks at her clit until she comes," he said, gesturing to the spot between her legs and her cheeks flared scarlet at his words.
"You'd put your mouth there!?"Mona was mortified. It seemed so strange, dirty and…wrong. Humans did such a thing!? Why would a man have any desire to put his mouth upon a woman's reproductive parts? Sex was a man inserting his penis inside so what is the purpose of a mouth being there of all places? What did that accomplish?
It seemed so far-fetched to think it could help her with her heat cycle and a rather cynical part of her wondered if Raphael was making it up to fuck with her but the red-banded turtle merely nodded.
"Yeah. If I do it right, you'll orgasm. Which, ya know, should make you feel better." he said, brushing his hand along his bicep and wondered when his cheeks caught fire. Yet he met her eyes, determined to show her he was serious in his offer.
Mona wanted to shake her head and forget this conversation ever happened but the constant burning between her thighs was driving her mad and before she realized it, a question left her mouth, "You certain it will help?"
Raph looked unsure at first but he knew if she was going through a heat, orgasm should help immensely. He just hoped he could do it right. "Yeah, it will. So…how about it?"
Mona Lisa immediately wanted to say no.
To grab all her shit and just hightail it out of here and come back with an apology and a lifetimes worth of herbs with her next time she landed on Earth. But it was those damn eyes again. Bright green beseeching her with a genuine request to help her with her…problem. Mona perhaps expected he'd only offer if there was something in it for him but he requested nothing, merely offered to help her.
"Hey," Raphael said, gaining her attention from where her eyes strayed to the carpet under her feet.
Mona merely met his gaze.
"Tell you what, I'll go slow. If you don't like anything I'm doing or it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop immediately and we'll never have to talk about this again. Promise. Just let me try?"
"I don't know, Raphael."
"Do ya trust me?"
"Yes." her answer was immediate and it hit her only now that she did trust Raphael implicitly and trust was a immensely important thing to her clan. If she didn't trust him now, then when could she? And she was absolutely miserable - if he could really help with that…
"Then trust me in this. Please?"
Mona met his eyes and didn't answer verbally, merely gave a quick nod.
Raphael tried to hide his excitement upon that minute gesture of approval. All at once, all the confidence he had just moments before was flowing out of him. He was terrified of fucking this up but oh so eager to try - to fulfill his own desires and to pleasure her at the same time.
Yet he didn't want her to lose her nerve nor his own. Ever so gently, he took her hands. Mona flinched softly at that but bit through it, her eyes never leaving his even when his slid shut as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. The kiss was chaste and meant to merely be reassuring and it seemed to work as Mona Lisa seemed to relax at the small gesture.
Raphael pulled away and with hands still holding hers, guided Mona to her feet.
At Mona Lisa's confused look, he clarified.
"You need to be naked for this…"
"Oh. Okay." Mona Lisa said with a quick nod as she immediately began removing her clothes with zero hesitation.
Raph flinched. "NO! Wait!"
"...what? I'm taking off my clothes like you wanted." Mona Lisa's brow ridges furrowed at him.
Raphael licked his lips, "Let me help, please?… This is about you, after all."
Mona Lisa looked less than convinced and a bit confused at his eagerness to do so but her hands fell to her sides regardless.
Raphael gave her an appreciative smile before going to work. His hands shaking slightly as he gently began removing her Salamandrian armor. It was a bit irritating having to take it off and that she wore it at all considering the air on Earth was breathable but Mona was a warrior through and through; always ready to jump straight into combat and he admired her for that. It also was sexy as hell to see more of the jumpsuit being exposed underneath her armor as the white armor was removed piece by piece. With every piece breaking away, he began laying them in a somewhat organized pile on the coffee table.
Before he realized it, she was down to her blue scaled skin-tight suit she wore underneath all the white space armor and Raphael had to swallow the lump that wedged in his throat.
"Fuck…" he cursed in a whisper, staring unabashedly at her.
Mona had never been uncomfortable about nudity, it was merely a body, natural,and many of the planets she'd been to had all sorts of sentient beings without a lick of clothes. It never bothered her to be nude or see others nude during group bathing. There was nothing strange or sexual about it in any way and yet while she was still completely covered with her suit still zippered all the way to her throat but under Raphael's piercing gaze, she felt her body responding in a way it never did before. Cheeks burning under his gaze and feeling rather naked in a way she felt even still completely clothed.
"You're beautiful," Raphael admitted lowly, his voice and face showcasing nothing but genuine affection.
Mona had a hard time accepting it, because in her mind, romance was never in the stars for her. Something she never needed, wanted or desired but found her anyway. "Thank you," she replied, standing taller under his approval.
For a few moments, she waited for Raphael to finish what he started but he merely squeezed her hands and kept gazing at her like she was something to be admired.
"...You going to keep going? I'm not naked yet." Mona asked, a teasing lit to her voice as she pushed her hip out slightly.
Mona's voice brought him from his reverie and his cheeks must have been completely scarlet by now.
"Yeah," he chuckled and held his breath as Mona turned around, her tail brushing along his legs in a way she probably didn't mean to be sexual in the least but it still had him holding back a guttural moan at the sensation of those cool scales stroking against his calf.
With shaking hands, he reached out and slowly unzipped her spacesuit until the zipper ended right above her tail and before he realized what happened, Mona Lisa was casually pulling the rest off. So nonchalantly did she step out of the legs of the suit, depositing the it next to where he laid her armor.
Now here she was, standing in front of him completely naked.
Mona Lisa was acting more confident than she felt. Hands on her hips as she turned to face Raphael as naked as the day she was born. "Now what?" she asked thickly, swallowing back any nervousness as Raphael's eyes eagerly roamed her entire body. Mona grunted at the sudden peaking of her nipples on her chest and quickly blamed the temperature than the look Raphael was giving her.
Raphael on the other hand was certain he died and gone to heaven.
Never did he think he could have ever been so lucky in his entire life. A mutant, a freak stuck in New York's City Sewers. Destined to live and die fighting for a city that didn't know nor care of their existence…Yet through some crazy twist of fate, he met Mona Lisa, a tall, beautiful Salamandrian Warrior who had her choice of any man in her entire clan, hell, all the species in the universe…
And she chose him.
It still blew his fucking mind…
And now here she was completely naked in front of him.
Raphael couldn't help but stare; taking her in from head to toe. Mona's thickly muscled body, blue scales and dark blue circular markings further accentuating her feminine beauty. Golden eyes looking at him without flinching as his emerald gaze drank up his fill of her perfect form. Firm breasts rising and falling with each breath; perky and a slightly lighter color than most of her skin tone and each topped with a pebbled blue nipple that matched the darker spots on her body. Long trim waist gave way to curved hips that only further emphasized the beautiful creviced mound peeking between the gap of those thick muscular thighs.
Damn, she was fucking perfect…
It was more than her physical appearance that he loved. It was her strength and intelligence, the loyalty to her clan and willing to fight to the death for those she cared about. But most of all, it was her trust in him.
Trusting him to ease the discomfort of her heat cycle - just how the hell did he get so fucking lucky?
"Lay down," he uttered softly, his heart hammering but his voice tender as she nodded before doing as he asked.
Mona Lisa's heart and the space between her legs was throbbing. Face burning as she gently lay back upon the couch like Raphael requested. Still quite apprehensive about the whole thing but trusting Raphael completely all the same.
Without a word, Raphael gently placed his hands on her knees and ever so slowly, began pulling her legs apart. So tempted was she to push against his force, to keep her knees locked and legs firmly closed; with her greater strength, she easily could but instead she allowed him to continue. To allow Raphael to be the first one to ever see her in this way.
Thighs spread wide with her feet resting on the edge of the couch, exposing her most intimate area to his eyes felt damn awkward. Yet as strange as it felt, Raphael remained close. His pretty green eyes half-lidded and looking straight at her pulsating nether regions and her cheeks felt as if they would catch fire if he kept merely staring at it!
"Are you going to look or 'take care of it' like you said you would?" Mona snarled slightly, her nervousness coming out as anger as her claws dug into the couch cloth underneath her hands.
Raphael flinched at her sudden voice but smiled shyly, "Yeah. Sorry…You're just so beautiful."
"Just…Hurry up." Mona grunted.
Raph nodded before he looked determined at her slit and damn, it was exquisite.
Her vulva folds were a slightly darker blue than the surrounding skin and he could see the barest hints of wetness on the outer lips as well as the swollen nub nestled on top. Laying hidden like a gem between the folds he saw the barest hints of her vaginal opening and his mouth quirked and heart throbbed at upon finding it a beautiful pink.
Biting his lip, he couldn't help but inch closer, just taking in the view, her scent, the sensation of her bare skin and her most private of areas completely bared to him. All the videos and everything he saw previously was nothing compared to seeing Mona in this way; so beautiful beyond anything else imaginable.
So determined to not fuck this up, he silently gathered all of the videos he saw in his head. The insane amount of pornography he watched was actually going to come into use for him - imagine that. And while it was humans having sex in all of the videos he found, it appeared as if the equipment Mona Lisa had between her legs was thankfully the same as a human female so this should work the same…right?
Mona shifted her hips, he could tell she was growing frustrated so using all of the knowledge from all of the videos he'd seen, Raphael jumped in before she changed her mind.
Mona Lisa was ready to push him away when he didn't immediately move, to clench her legs shut and leave like she planned earlier but before she could, Raphael suddenly moved. His face growing closer and closer to the spot between her legs until she couldn't watch anymore. Instead, Mona Lisa laid back and closed her eyes…
Yet the warm slick feel of his tongue brushing along her slit had her jump like she'd touched an electric wire.
The sensation of his mouth latching onto her cunt like some overgrown sucker-fish had Mona outright squealing. Never in her life had she made such a sound or even imagined her vocal chords were capable of it. The abrupt sensation had her hips bucking right off the couch and if Raphael didn't have the ninja reflexes he did, she may well have broken his snout with her pelvis.
Raphael didn't seem to mind. "Whoops. Careful there," he chuckled, his hands gently repositioning and holding down her hips down but before she could reply or even utter a single word, Raphael's mouth was back again.
Mona Lisa didn't know what to do but simply take it.
The sensation of Raphael's lips, tongue and the heat of his mouth was seemingly everywhere at once.
From the barest hints of his lips as he kissed her between her legs like he would do to her mouth. His warm wet tongue slipping out to skirt between the folds to part them; tongue continually teasingly, probing her entrance and all the way up where he scarcely brushed a part of her that had her hips thrusting against his mouth again.
Raphael pulled back, flexing his snout a bit and she worried he hurt him when he smiled at her.
"Sorry," she muttered.
Raph chuckled, "Don't be." The terrapin paused for a moment above her, his hands slipping from her hips before pressing on the inside of her thighs and Mona jolted feeling his thumb brush along her slit and spreading the wetness there.
Mona moaned a bit at the sensation and Raphael felt his shell tingle in pride at hearing her start to come undone. Licking his lips to taste her again, Raphael gently yet eagerly spread her outer lips, marveling as they parted like an opening flower and showing more of herself to him. He silently took in this part of her body, the silken feel of her vulva lips so unlike the rougher armored scales toughened from battle that adorned the rest of her. She was wet and so warm unlike her chilled reptilian skin, folds glistening with slick under the lights.
Fuck, she was so beautiful splayed before him like an artist's greatest masterpiece.
Raph let out a sigh as he noticed the entrance to her vagina, pink and pulsating a bit at his shameless staring and her increased hormonal need. He knew what he wanted to do before he took her to heaven and he didn't want to wait any longer…
Mona was watching Raphael with apprehension.
Semi-worried that she may have put him off of what he had planned by jolting her hips how she did. Dammit, just when it started to feel good too… It was strange and a bit uncomfortable to be so shamelessly exposed to another but the desire to quell this burning was too great and she trusted Raphael.
Mona shifted uncomfortably, wondering if she should speak up but Raphael moved closer and didn't seem to want to stop at least. Merely staring again at her nether region and the burning in her cunt only became worse until she couldn't take it anymore.
Huffing in agitation, Mona asked, "...Why did you stop?"
Raphael flashed her a quick smirk. "To do this" he said before out of nowhere, she pushed forward.
All Mona saw was a flash of his pink tongue before it disappeared out of sight and pressed flat against his slit before it pushed inside of her…
Holy fuck, it was actually inside of her!
Mona's body tensed, throwing back her head, amber eyes wide and staring at nothing at the overwhelming sensation of that warm wet tongue nudging her entrance before gingerly working its way inside of her body. The feeling of it going inside of her body, the pulse of it, the heat of it moving into her tight channel was a sensation she never could have imagined.
Mona heard someone screaming when she soon realized it was herself.
Muscled arms shaking at her sides, hands grasping into the couch cloth as if for dear life as Raphael's tongue wiggled it's way as deep inside of her as he could go. Mouth pressed firm to her cunt as his tongue lapped frantically at her pulsating ribbed walls, back and forth, circling, slithering around like crazy and her cunt throbbed around his intrusion.
Mona could do nothing but scream, groaning and moaning out words that probably made no sense. Over and over, she said them, the only ones registering in her pleasure-filled mind were filled with threats that if he stopped, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
As Mona's voice grew louder and her pleasured threats grew more violent, Raphael could do nothing but smirk, the edge of his lips brushing her cunt. The hot-headed terrapin was even more determined to hear what else he could make Mona say in her blissed out state. Merely listening to the beautiful unbreakable Warrior who was pliant like putty under his hands, tongue, lips and his mouth was akin to the sweetest torture. Her strong voice losing control from a woman who never lost control was like a heady drug he couldn't get enough of - hell, he was already addicted.
And fucking hell, she tasted so fucking good…
Tongue nestled as deep inside her pulsating vagina as he could push it; lips pressed firm against her cunt, he wiggled his tongue. Breathing, tasting, absorbing all she gave him into himself. His jaw and tongue began aching from her tight coil pulsating around him and having to fight to continue moving freely inside of her but it was fight he was determined to win. So deeper and deeper his tongue went, pushing against her wet ribbed walls and louder and louder she became until her beautiful voice was outright echoing throughout the lair and it sounded more beautiful than any song he'd ever heard.
"RAPHHHH!" Mona screamed, "M-More, fuck! Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" she yelled, her vaginal walls throbbing around his invading tongue and she felt like she was at the precipice of a hill ready to fall or throw herself off but something was stopping her. She was so close, just so close to something, but to what, she had no idea. All she knew is that Raphael knew and he needed to finish it before she completely lost her mind.
"I'm close…so close, Raph…" she nearly sobbed. Her hands and feet shaking as she felt him hum against her pussy. Her head rolled side to side on the couch, so desperate was she as his tongue continued his relentless sweet torture.
"PLEASE!" she finally screamed and that seemed to do the trick.
A second later, his tongue slipped from inside of her with a wet popping noise. Immediately, he ran the warm flat surface of it up the entire length of her slit and bumped right into her swollen clit.
"FUCK!" she screamed outright at the jolt of electricity that shot down her spine. Again, his tongue probed her vagina before slipping out and brushing, teasing against her clit yet again.
By this point, Mona's legs were outright shaking from where they pressed onto the side of the couch as she struggled to keep her legs open. To allow Raphael's tongue to slip inside her pulsing vagina, to exit than lather her slit all the way up and back down again to repeat the same process. He did it over and over and over again. A heady obsessive rhythm of the wet, flat surface of his tongue against her coupled with his pursed lips and probing tongue was overwhelming.
By now, Mona Lisa felt like she may just pass out.
"Raph!" she grunted, sharp claws digging into the couch when he pressed his tongue as deep inside of her as it could go again, than with the tip of his snout he gave a final firm circular nudge to her clit and all at once, her whole body jolted in blissful agony as she came for the very first time.
Mona's back arched and her vision went white as a warmth suddenly pooled deep into her stomach and spread out like a pool of lava flooded throughout her body. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; a pleasure she could scarcely comprehend washing over every nerve in her body as she let loose a moan she wasn't aware she was capable of making.
Mona lay still for a few blissful second, minutes, years, she couldn't tell you how long - merely enjoyed every final cascade of pleasure that echoed through every nerve from the top of her head to the tips of her toes…
It didn't last long enough for Raphael's tongue was suddenly pressing against her slit again and the painful jolt of over-stimulation had Mona immediately push his face back.
"W-Wait!...Oh my…What was that?" Mona panted, still shaky and completely astonished at what she just experienced.
Raphael's pulled away rather reluctantly. His mouth wet and a bit swollen and he looked at her like she hung up all the stars in the sky. "That was an orgasm. …Did it feel good? You like it?" he asked, which was a stupid question given her reaction to it but he sounded breathless so she could deal with his slight smugness for now.
Mona let out a sigh, "...Yeah. It felt amazing," she admitted, her heart hammering and the aftershocks of whatever just occurred, an orgasm he called it, left her system. …Mona's eyes widened when she realized the pressure she'd been feeling, the pain and annoying burning in her abdomen from her heat cycle (while still present) had indeed lessened.
It did work after all…
…and yet she wanted to feel that again.
"...Mona?" Raphael asked but Mona didn't answer, merely laid back down and opened her legs further in invitation.
"You said you'd make me feel better, right?"
Raphael nodded dumbly at the sight of her completely spreading herself open. Her hands on the back of her thighs and spreading herself open like some sort of banquet for his eating pleasure…and fuck was he hungry…
"...Well, I'm waiting," she said slyly and after his brain started working again, Raphael dove right back in.
Mona groaned at the instant sensation of the feel his mouth, his hands firm as they held her in place and she let him. Merely enjoying the feeling of his tongue, lips and the barest hints of his teeth that scraped pleasantly along her slit was nothing short of astounding. So lost in the movements of his mouth, she didn't even bother holding back her tongue when his own slipped back inside her vagina.
Mewls, moans and gasps leaving her throat in a constant stream of verbal pleasure as Raphael ate her out.
"Oh! Raphael!" she gasped and moaned his name. Naturally, her hips began pulsating, desperate to lift her hips to grind further into his mouth that was giving her so much pleasure but a firm hand on her stomach kept her in place. And as much as she wanted to break that hold (it would be so easy) to force his mouth closer to her clit, she allowed him to continue at his laggard pace even if it was utterly maddening.
Heart pounding like a leaf, Mona gripped the cloth of the couch between her quaking claws, trying her damnedest to not rip apart their furniture. Yet it was difficult. Every nerve was nothing but a blazing inferno of unimaginable pleasure she'd never experienced before.
Never even knew such pleasure existed in life.
Was this sex? Was this what she had denied herself throughout all her life and all her heats? This incredible pulsating pleasure that had her toes curling and back arching? Never did she think it was possible to feel this way. This felt above and beyond the adrenaline after a good battle, the feeling of surviving after a near death experience, the sensation of weightlessness when in hyperspace flight. It was all those sensations at once and pushed to the nth degree. it was visceral and embedded so deep in her bones that she never knew how she lived without this.
Raph suddenly nipped at her swollen clit and Mona Lisa let out a loud guttural moan of sheer pleasure as another orgasm washed over her like a wave of an ocean crashing into her body over and over and over again and she didn't want it to ever stop.
Legs shaking against his arms, Raphael lifted his face from her mound for only a moment to take a deep breath before plunging right back in for more. Continuing his gratifying torture without allowing the Salamandrian Warrior to come down from the afterglow this time.
Mona wanted to push him away when she felt a painful pinch but it faded quicker this time than the last. So she laid back, moaning as the pleasure peaked in intensity as he went right back to licking her and fucking her with his tongue. Mona threw back her head and moaned into the ceiling. The burn of tears piercing behind her eyes as she felt the slick from her vagina and his saliva leaking onto the couch after sliding across the base of her tail.
Normally, she would be mortified at such a thing, but right now, she couldn't give a single fuck.
This was such exquisite torture that she couldn't and didn't want to escape from. She wanted to merely enjoy his hot breath accompanying the further motions of his wide lips and teasing probing tongue only intensified the sensation that echoed throughout her body.
It was wet, so damn warm, and fuck, it felt so damn good!
Mona's golden eyes peeked open upon feeling Raphael nipping at her labia with gentle lips. Kissing her pussy lips much like he would her mouth, she couldn't help but watch silently with bated breath as Raphael pleasured her. Wide tongue lapped at her, teasingly circling her clitoris with the coiled tip as he looked up at her to make lustful eye contact. This aura of lust Mona never experienced rushed through her body as she met those meadow green eyes - it had her stomach tightening with overwhelming need she had never experienced until this very moment.
She wanted - no, needed more.
Mona tilted her hips against his mouth, moaning as his snout brushed against her swelling clit and she moaned upon seeing her slick juices glistening on his nose. Raph's eyes flickered at her brazen move, delving, he opened his mouth wider and suckled her vulva lips into his mouth. Gently sucking on them before releasing, his tongue flickering out to press into her yet again until his mouth lay flat against her cunt.
Raph and Mona let out a sudden harmonizing groan. The hum against her vulva lips had Mona throwing her head back and moaning loudly at the vibration his voice caused to her nether region. Her vagina tightening around Raphael's invading tongue until it exited and languidly tasted her from bottom to top. The terrapin flicking his tongue out to tease and circle her clit, getting her as close to the brink of another orgasm as possible before meandering lower and leaving her near weeping in need.
All Mona could do was moan in desperation.
Thickly muscled thighs aching from being wide open for so long was nothing compared to the fire burning in her stomach and pelvis, fingers and toes curling with the inflicted pleasure of it all as she rapidly descended into lustful madness. It was all becoming too much, the feeling of being so utterly close yet again without that payoff was making her crazy. So tempted she was to threaten him again to push her over that brink.
Yet she didn't have to.
Raphael's tongue delving into her folds once more before retreating completely, Mona almost verbally complained at the sudden loss but before the words could leave her mouth, his lips latched onto her throbbing clit and sucked as hard as he could.
Mona couldn't help it - she screamed.
A visceral echoing yell of pure heady pleasure echoing throughout the lair was obscenely loud; the utter lust lacing and reverberating throughout a voice she hardly recognized as her own and frankly, didn't care.
The pleasure she experienced, that Raphael was bestowing upon her, was almost overpowering.
Ever so slowly, the almost overwhelming sensations of electricity and warmth delving throughout her body began dying down when she uttered out a final nearly inaudible mewl into her shoulder. Hips pulsating against Raphael's mouth, Mona blindly reached out. Clawed fingers feebly grabbed Raphael's head, clumsily pushing his lips back firmer against her swollen slit and she felt him smirk against her mound but she could care less at his smugness as long as he kept making her feel like this.
Mona's eyes fluttered when Raphael's tongue lapped almost hungrily between her silken folds, eagerly licking at her entrance and any lubricating fluid that was probably by now, soaking the couch. Uncaring but anything but the pleasure Raphael promised her, Mona merely sighing and groaning as she lost herself to the indescribable sensations as Raph continued his pleasurable torture.
The build up was excruciatingly slow this time, the slow burn and ache she'd experienced in her gut was almost gone as his mouth continued its relentless endeavors. The sensation of it causing colorful nebulae to explode behind her closed eyelids as his mouth worked her. Mona's own mouth was left wide open as she continued to moan nonsense into the ceiling, nearly drooling on herself with just how fucking good his mouth felt on her.
"Fuck yes, Raphael…Keep going…" she cursed as his tongue gingerly lapped at her opening, delving into her welcoming channel before slipping out and back through her velvet folds. Over and over he kept doing this until she became so worked up, she couldn't help but gyrate against his lips, to physically beg him to focus more on her clit where she needed his attention the most.
As Raphael continued to tease her, barely brushing over her clit at all, Mona was close to losing her mind.
Muscles in her body tensing, she was overstimulated but needing more and more as he continued to pleasure her (yet not enough) with his mouth. Her body aching at the persistent, gratifying torture yet constant ache in her cunt. Her need to orgasm, to quell this ache in her pelvis was mind-numbing. His mouth languid and torturous in its ministrations. All Mona wanted was nothing but mind-blowing pleasure which Raphael kept teasing her to the precipice but not pushing her over.
"Raphael…" she grunted, so tempted was she to use her own hands, claws be damned to just touch her throbbing needy clit. It was so swollen, begging to be touched and Raphael kept her right on that edge. Such sweet torture as she continued to moan without ceasing in the least. Her throat and voice most likely aching at this point yet it was nothing compared to the glorious ache in her pussy.
"Raphael, please, I'm so close….PLEASE!" A tear slipped down the side of her face and Raphael finally had mercy on her. Tongue flat against her cunt, he quickly pressed his maxilla against her clit and quickly shook his face from side to side and the effect was immediate.
Mona came with a curse and a scream as Raphael's tongue delved into her pulsating cunt as she continued to spasm around his wide tongue. Raph grunted at the sensation of her walls squeezing him, her feminine musk and taste and he closed his eyes at the feel and taste of her thick on his tongue and her scene deep in his nostril. Raphael couldn't help but imagine just how good sex would feel with her…but not now.
Only Mona's pleasure mattered right now.
Pulsating against his face, Mona let out a grunt. Her body hypersensitive to the sensation of his tongue and mouth. How he continued to lick and taste her and just how addicting feeling his mouth on her was. Never did she think she would care this much about sexual activity in the least and now she was like an addict only after a few orgasms given by her boyfriend's thick tongue.
"More…please," she growled, flexing her hips to bump her pussy against his chin.
"...my pleasure," Raphael couldn't help but fulfill that wish.
Mona moaned as Raphael's tongue pushed inside of her again. The warmth and fullness of it moving inside of her as he brought her to the brink yet again. Her orgasm quick as he spent more time on her clit, the swollen nub needy and sensitive.
Before she realized it happened, her head got tossed back again and she wailed into the ceiling as another orgasm washed through her sweat slicked body.
Without a single break, Raphael was back.
Tongue and mouth eagerly playing with her vulva lips. Kissing, caressing, gently suckling and pulling on the thin flaps of skin as she mewled her approval in the moans that she let echo out of her throat. Legs widening, Mona laid back as Raphael began tongue fucking her, pushing that pulsating organ as deep as he could get it inside of her. Mona whimpered, feeling the rough sides of his tongue brush against her ribbed pulsating walls, her leaking slit bursting with liquid all along Raphael's chin and neck as he moaned against her cunt.
Raphael soon became masterful in the art of bringing Mona to the absolute brink of exorbitant pleasure before pulling away. Edging her to the brink of her utter sanity again and again. Bringing her so close to another orgasm before delving away from the clit where she needed him most.
It was such sweet torture for both of them.
Raphael adored feeling her pulsating against his mouth, the moans she made sent jolts of pleasure throughout his shell just knowing he was the cause of it.
Mona was merely going insane with it all. Her body solely under his command as she spread herself completely before his mercy. Trusting him to give her the pleasure she desired - needed. It became more than just quelling the pain from her heat cycle - it became about pleasure. About making her feel as much pleasure as he possibly could…
And fuck, he was good at it.
Another orgasm suddenly flooded her very being. Sparks of electricity went from her clit to the base of her spine before echoing throughout all of her limbs to the tip of her flickering tail. She felt nearly weightless under the cloud of delight Raphael just sent her on.
By this point, Mona had long since lost count of how many orgasms she'd had; merely moaning in pleasure as Raphael paused for only a short moment before delving back into her snatch for more again and again.
"Raph," she grunted, his tongue flickering on her clit, circling the swelling nub that was still having aftershocks from her previous orgasm. So sensitive but it felt oh so good. Jolts of electricity shot throughout her cunt as he moved his mouth over the nub. Sucking gently on it again before his tongue barely penetrated her vagina in a teasing probe.
Vagina clenching around the pleasurable intrusion, Mona moaned freely.
Again, she was close, she was so close… and for the final time tonight, Raphael gave a kiss to her vulva lips before slipping his wet wide mouth fully over her hard swollen and quite sore clit and firmly sucked on the nub.
Screaming, Mona completely fell apart with a guttural yell of his name, her voice breaking as she sobbed at the sheer feeling of inescapable pleasure coursing throughout her entire body. It was as if she'd been set alight; this orgasm greater than any she'd experienced yet. The moan of her voice echoing throughout the lair as her powerful thighs clenched tightly around his head and Raphael had never been happier as he felt a rush of her liquid orgasm hit his mouth, the excess of it sliding down his chin and neck.
A second later, it was all over.
Mona lay there, her eyes and mouth remaining open in a silent scream. Raphael's name and random curses, both in English and Salamandarian, fleeting from her parted lips as she lay there completely boneless.
It felt as if her body wasn't even hers anymore.
Muscles, bones and nerves entirely lax as she lay on the couch as if her body was made of jelly; cunt throbbing as she continued to feel the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms she just experienced in tandem. Her entire body from the top of her head to her heels and the tip of her tail felt like electricity skirting along every nerve ending all coming to an incredible culmination where Raphael continued to gently lap at her overtly sensitive clit.
Mona wanted to push him away, that what felt so pleasurable only moments ago was actually quite painful. But she didn't have to say anything. Raphael kissed her clit for the final time this evening, the jolt of it going to the tip of her toes before he slowly pulled away. He took a moment to stretch out his sore muscles before he gingerly sat next to her with the smuggest damn smile she'd ever seen etched on his wet face.
Raphael smirked at her, the lower half of his face glistening with her fluids and a satisfied little grin tugging at the corners of his swollen reddened lips as he looked at the hot mess he created lying bonelessly before him.
"I assume ya enjoyed that?" he asked and as much as she thought she should smack him for his smugness, she probably would kiss him if she could gain control of her basic motor functions.
Refusing to answer because her tongue was essentially useless, Mona found the sudden strength to grab Raphael's hand. Silently pulling the smaller turtle on top of her larger frame and he went without hesitation. Their bare bodies pressing together, the sweat on her skin was uncomfortable and the area between her legs was wet and sticky but she could care less right now.
"Ya good?" Raphael asked.
Instead of answering verbally, Mona somehow grabbed his face and sloppily kissed his mouth, uncaring how she could taste nothing but herself on his lips. Merely enjoying how they felt pressed skin to skin, his heart pounding against her heaving bare breast.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," he chuckled thickly in his throat when she pulled away from the kiss and while his smug face annoyed the hell out of her, Mona let him get away with that one for making her feel better than she ever imagined being.
The pain from her heat cycle was completely gone…
Resting her head and smiling when Raphael lay bonelessly against her, his breath tickling the sweat at her throat, she finally spoke. Without nothing more to say, Mona breathed out a simple "I love you".
"Love you too" was Raphael's instant reply as he made himself comfortable against her.
Mona was silent for a moment, her eyes heavy and sleep pulling at her before she announced sleepily, "…and just so you know, we're definitely doing that again."
Raphael, eyes closed and definitely half-asleep, chuckled against her throat, "Sure, babe. Anytime..."