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*If you're offended with this chapter, blame Nicholas Sparks's "The Notebook". It gave me the ideas.*
Alvin
*If you're offended, skip the part I'll tell you to skip. But I tell you, there IS NO M rated material in this story.*
*This is the last mating scene for the whole story*
They arrived at the house a several minutes after their last stop. Brittany has already fallen asleep in the car, her auburn bangs covering an inch of her face. Even when wasted, she's just as beautiful as anyone he'd ever seen. Every time he looks at her, even just one glance, he can already feel his loin linger under his fur. Even now, as she looked at her, her chest rising and falling as she slept, he couldn't deny the urge to kiss him directly. And even though this urge was at its strongest, he fought with all he had and decided against it, thinking that Brittany is in no condition to mate. Even though she wants to. Even though they both want to.
Stopping the car at the porch steps, he turned off the engine, opened the door and got out. As he made his way to the passenger's side, he couldn't deny that he couldn't take his eyes off her. He opened the passenger's door and set his sights upon Brittany. Then the warmth he felt earlier when she groped him came back again, making him want to cuddle her. But he decided against it.
"Brittany, Brittany, wake up." He called out.
Her ear flicked, and slowly, her tail rose up. Her eyes open and he set his sights upon a pair of tired sapphire orbs. "A-Alvin? Where are we? Is it mating season?" She asked.
"No. Not yet. But we're home." Alvin told her.
Then another seductive grin appeared on her lips and he felt her paw touching his, rubbing her thumb gently against his palm. "Mate with me." She said, her voice in a whisper. "Please?"
Despite his urges and the hormones surging in his bloodstream, he fought with everything he had to keep his arousal under control. "I would if I could, Britt. But you're in no condition, so we're going to sleep through the night."
Her other paw found its way behind Alvin's next and he felt the force pushing himself towards her. "Exactly. Sleep with me, please. My body wants you."
"Mine wants you too, but I'm way more concerned about your body if we do mate. Now please, let's keep these urges to ourselves until tomorrow. I promise, as soon as you wake up, you'll be in for a wild morning."
Brittany shook her head. This time, as she spoke, her voice was slur. "No, no, I can't wait that long. Please?"
"No. I'm sorry, but as your mate, I have to think of what's good for you. And I'm serious, Brit."
With that, Alvin didn't wait for another reply. With a slow motion, he tucked his paw under Brittany's neck and pulled her up. But as soon as his other paw reached under her thighs, every part of his body including his instincts demanded for the pleasure of mating. Even his tongue had the urge to hang out of his mouth because of the heat around him. His breathing became quick, and with another look at her body, he nearly drooled.
He shook his head, cursing every part of himself. Brittany can't mate. Not because it's she's in no condition, but it's because he'll feel guilty afterwards. Guilty because of the feeling that he's taken advantage of her intoxication.
As he carried Brittany in his arms, he kicked the car door close and made his way to the porch steps. Careful not to drop her, he climbed up in caution before finally reaching the door. Using the cathole that hasn't been close ever since the kids were born, they entered the house. As he started taking step towards their room, taking the stairs, Brittany spoke again.
"Alvin, please. I want you. I'm serious that I want you. I feel like I'll die if I don't get you now. Please?" Her sparkling eyes spoke with sincerity.
And yes, Alvin felt her sincerity. He felt her arousal, everything that made her true to what she said. Alvin's paw felt warm on her thighs, and he could smell a slightest hint of her scent. Her scent of arousal. God, why did it have to come out now? He never smelled anything so good in his life, and it's driving every part of his body nuts. Surely he has smelt it before, but this... it smelled stronger... thicker.
Every part of his body shivered. His instincts told him nothing but to mate with her. His mind pictured nothing but the sight of her naked in bed, moaning his name aloud. God, it's so strong! It's not even mating season, yet the smell is even stronger than he last remembered it. The scent, so luscious, so... ambrosial,... heavenly, demanding, for some reason.
He couldn't shake it off. Brittany's scent was just too powerful he couldn't take it. A new and stronger warmth began to engulf his body, and with that, he couldn't help but stick his tongue out and start panting like dog. He nearly nearly shivered, trying to fight the urges he's having. He tried not to look at her eyes, but her sapphire orbs,... they were like a magnets.
"Come on, Alvie..." She grinned again. He felt her groin linger as he stared at her lips. Oh, how he wants to kiss her right now. "... You know you want me too. Please?"
"Please, Brittany, I don't want to take advantage of you." He told him.
"So this is what's holding you back, huh? I'm still sober for your information. And as your mate, you have every right to take advantage of me. My body is yours." With those sentences, he could hear Brittany's voice slurring.
"Yes, but I don't think you'll be saying the same thing the next day." Alvin protested. "Please, Brittany. The last thing I want is you getting mad at me."
Brittany nuzzled her cheeks against his chest, rubbing wildly and violently. He felt her tongue running against the fabric of his tuxedo, making him feel her fluids under his clothes. Warm... so luscious. And her scent... oh, God, it already made it's way to his brain. He tried to shake it off, but he couldn't get rid of the pictures of their naked bodies being pressed together under the fabric of their bed.
After caressing him, Brittany faced up. "I won't get mad. As the female, I know my place."
Without noticing, they already arrived upstairs. Alvin carried Brittany as they made his way to their room. "Yes, but your place doesn't controls your feelings."
"As a matter of fact, it does, Alvie. One of the magics of love." She nuzzled against his chest again before looking dreamily into his eyes. "Our magic. Our love."
Almost without knowing it, they arrived at their room. Alvin carried Brittany as they stepped inside the room, smelling the interior. Both of their natural scents are glued into the walls of this room, making it their territory (Well, sort of). Alvin carefully bent and set Brittany down on her own feet, as he let go of her, Brittany fell to her knees.
"Whoa, Brittany." He managed to catch her before she fell. As he held her body, he tried not to lock her in an embrace. He knelt down beside her, his paw on her back. "Are you alright?"
"Please mate with me." Brittany looked at him, her eyes sincere.
"No, Brittany, you're drunk. Like I said, I don't want to take advantage of you like this. And you're not even going to remember anything that's happened."
"I will. I will, I promise."
"Please, Brittany. After smelling your scent, I know I can't hold it back. I don't want you to get mad at me for taking advantage of you."
"I'll say it again, you have every right to take advantage of me, Alvin. As the female, my life is all about pleasing you, and that's that. You control my life, Alvin,... you control every part of me."
"I don't-"
Before Alvin could finished his reply, Brittany pounced on him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. Without any present reluctance, Brittany rammed her lips against his. Alvin tried to push her back, but with her scent of arousal now stronger than before, his push turned into a pull. He could feel Brittany's lips grinning as her paw went from his neck to his tuxedo, trying to loosen the buttons.
Alvin was overwhelmed by her scent. Everything now seemed distant to him except the feel of Brittany's warm body pressed against his. With little control of his own body, he pulled Brittany closer and slithered one paw on her thighs, squeezing the muscles and going higher.
Brittany leaned her head back before gasping and licked Alvin's cheeks hard. "Oh, Alvin... take me..."
"Brittany, please don't get mad at me. Know that I'd never take advantage of you being drunk."
"Shh..." Brittany hushed him. "It's alright."
Alvin sighed in relief as his lips made it's way to her neck. As soon as he got there, Brittany stopped licking and let her tongue hang out of her mouth, gasping and panting hard as if she was burning under the sun. She faced the ceiling, her face in a dream-like state, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head, her paws on behind Alvin's neck. Alvin heard her pants, and oh God, he loves it when she does that.
From her neck, Alvin opened his mouth and licked her lifeless tongue before pressing his lips against hers. Her mouth was already open, so he was able to slip his tongue inside with ease. It's only surprising that there was no unusual taste in her mouth despite her nausea an hour back. But he didn't think about it much. He felt her tongue coming to life and licking the interiors of his mouth. Oh, God she tastes so good. There's no strange flavor, no taste of liquor as if she'd never drunk anything at all. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but it seemed so real.
Brittany released another set of her pheromone, and this time, the scent was much stronger. Every part of his body started to linger, became more and more warm. He parted from the kiss, earning a moan from Brittany. He started kissing her neck again, her shoulders, her chest. He didn't even notice that Brittany already had her back against the wall as she stuck her tongue out, continuing to let the bliss sink in.
"Oh, Alvin..." She moaned again. "... let me enjoy this..." Her voice became a whisper.
Another scent of arousal after another, Brittany couldn't fight the heat anymore. She embraced Alvin tighter and wrapped her legs around him. "I'm all yours..." Brittany whispered again. *You might not wanna read this part, but then again, there are no M rated materials, I promise*
Being pushed against the wall with her legs wrapped around his waist, Brittany saw it all coming. The pleasure that only he can bring, the moans the only he can make her do, the warmth the only he can give. She allowed herself to loose her inhibition, but then again, she already lost it as soon as she drank her sixth glass of wine. She gasped, her eyes closed, her pants as fast as the pleasure rose. Then, there, it happened. She screamed as loud as she could, trying to make the pleasure last longer than it should. She dug her nails under his back, wrapped her legs tighter before feeling all of it subside. But as it did, another wave of pleasure started, and she started the same routine - moaned, nails digging, legs wrapping tighter - then it subsided again. Then the pattern started, one wave of pleasure after another, she couldn't help but moan his name as loud as she ever had. She tilted her head and started licking him in every part of his body, and his taste - so heavenly - coated her tongue.
The continuous waves of pleasure didn't stop, just one after another. She felt herself getting weak, tired, and so was Alvin. But neither of them showed interest in stopping.
*Blame Nicholas Sparks's "The Notebook" for giving me ideas on how to write those kinds of scenes the MT rated way. Which means, above 14 years old*
. . . . . . .
Alvin
They laid down on their bed, tired, exhausted. Officially, out of all the mating they had done, this night was the best of all. They didn't have much rounds, but the pleasure was beyond unimaginable. Alvin just hopes he didn't get too rough. Her scent was just so... so strong... stronger than he last remember it. It went into his nose, it felt thick and... oh God, it smelled so good. It made it's way to his brain directly, and the thing he new, Brittany was screaming his name, telling him to get wilder.
It was fun while it lasted, and lying down with Brittany - clothes scattered all over the room, smell of sweat continuing to arouse them both - is just as great. They had just finished their last round, then Brittany laid down on the bed, asking for more. But he could tell she already used up the last of her energy.
"Alvin..." For some reason, Brittany told him.
Alvin faced him. Her head was on the pillow, her fur a complete mess, she had sweat all over her, but she's still as beautiful as she was before. A hint of her pheromone was still present in the air, but he was too tired to mate again. Every part of his body had a hard time moving, and even his arms were heavy.
"Yes, Britt?" Alvin answered.
"Please... don't stop loving me." Brittany's voice was still slurred, and Alvin sniffed a bit of alcohol in her breath. "Promise me..." She reached for his paw and placed it on her chest. Her eyes glistened. "I need you. I'll die without you."
"Brittany, I'll never stop loving you. I don't even have to promise because I know it's true. Britt, believe me when I say you are my life. If I stop loving my life, I'll stop living."
Brittany smiled. "You're so deep, Alvin."
"That what you said." Alvin joked around, but Brittany only gave a small laugh.
"I know." She said. She brought his paw lower, down to her thighs where she let him squeeze. "I love you, Alvin. You have no idea how much I love you."
Brittany scooted closer under the covers and placed her head on his head, paw on his stomach and the other one on his shoulder.
"Please don't be mad at me tomorrow. You probably won't remember this-"
"Are you joking? Alvin, how can I forget this? I've never forgotten any of the times we mate. I remember everything, from our first time to now. I memorized every dates, every hand of the clock, every rounds. There's no way I'm letting a hangover prevent me from remembering this night."
Alvin took a moment to let these words sink in, and in those words, he knew she was telling the truth. He smiled at her and pulled her close, not wanting to let go. He kissed her head, her auburn fur brushing against his lips, so silky, so smooth,... so natural.
"Good night, Alvin. I love you." Brittany whispered.
"I love you too, Brittany. Sweet dreams."
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Love
I suppose you're all wondering who I am. That's an easy question really, and it has a simple answer, but a complicated meaning. I am love, the symbol of everything, the creator of everything. Humans say that their religious figures created the world, and that's true, their gods and goddesses created the world. But I am the one who inspired them to create everything they had made, and thus, making me the creator of everything. When the world started, only feelings existed - love, hatred, fear, jealousy, anger, loyalty, courage, all of us - and we together created The Creator, and The Creator created everything else from nature to humans.
I am the spirit of love. Everyone can see me in the eyes of another, but they do not know who I am. I come to those who have the heart to love, no matter how evil they are.
Alvin and Brittany are one of them.
Rivals, enemies, trying to kill each other... heh. And look what has become of them now? In their hearts, I grow every time they meet each other's eyes. In every touch, in every kiss, I grow. I see no threat in their love, and I know it is strong.
But just because I know, it does not mean it really is. In every love, there is hate. Is every courage, there is fear. In every security, there is danger. But they all remain locked and caged, just waiting for an unexpected turn of events to set them free. And when they're free, they conquer, and they are unstoppable to those with a weak heart.
And that is why I come to them, in their dreams. Alvin and Brittany, they show love to each other the way that I rarely see. A bond that never show signs of weakening. A flame that grows without halt. It would be a shame if their demons - hate, disloyalty, fear - would get the better of them. This love of theirs must never be broken, for it is rare.
And therefore, I must test their bonds of love, loyalty, and courage. And this test is not like the test I give to other living beings. The stronger the bonds, the harder the test, and the greater they will suffer.
And now... I talk to them... in their sleeping minds. Their eyes do not see, but their ears can hear and their paws can touch. They feel each other's skin, hear each other's voice... and under their voice, there's mine.
Alvin and Brittany, your test has come. Be loving, be loyal, be brave for the sake of you hearts to pass. Stay faithful, and my rewards will be more than your arms can carry.
SSSSOOOOO... how was it, guys?
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Okay, here:
First of all, no flames about "Love" showing up in a First Person Point Of View.
Second, no hard feelings about the mating scene, right? Come on, guys, live a little. It's the last mating scene of the whole story anyways *Probably*. And besides, did I mention any private parts? Did I mention having a climax? No, I didn't. So what's the problem? I just made it clear that the mating was intense because it's the last one in the whole story (Probably).
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