She had made her decision and Tanner’s tiger knew it.
It pounced immediately.
Caught by surprise, Anabelle started to fall backwards. He grabbed her and but as he did, their feet became entangled with one another. In a flash, they crashed to floor.
They both laughed hysterically as she fell against him.
Anabelle pulled her hair from her eyes and said, “I didn’t think this is the way I was going to go out. If I knew I was going to die from a broken hip, I might have decided otherwise.”
Tanner looked up and her and laughed. “Yeah, I don’t get much out of that either do I?”
“No! You don’t!” she said, as continued to laugh. Anabelle lay on top of him as they attempted to catch their collective breaths. After several seconds, the excitement of the fall began to wane and their eyes locked once again. Suddenly, the meaning of the moment had returned to their awareness.
Tanner reached behind Anabelle’s head. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, twirled it in his hand and started to pull his lips towards hers. Anabelle had to resist every primal urge she had to crash her lips into his. She wanted nothing more than to sink into the warmth of his tender kiss, to proceed onward in the most ancient of rituals but a sudden need overwhelmed her.
She pulled her head free of his grip. As she lay on top of him, she braced herself above him by placing her hands flat on floor on either side of him. She looked down into his eyes and said, “Tanner… I need to know something.”
Caught off guard, Tanner replied, “Uhhm, yeah, of course Anabelle. What is it?”
In spite of everything that she’d been told by the Professor and what he had told her the truth was… She still didn’t know… not for certain. Without an answer, there was just too much at stake for her. No man had ever told her those words and if she was expected to take this most dangerous of steps with him and Armin, she had to have that crucial assurance.
“It’s very simple. I need to know that you love me, Tanner.” She said.
“How can you not know that already, Anabelle?” he asked.
“Say it. You know how important it is for you to say it!” she exclaimed.
Without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed her, held her face in his hands and said, “Anabelle… I. Love. You. And, I do not feel this way because I believe I must fulfill some ancient, arcane mantra. It is because I am in love with you – right here, right now. And, I don’t give a damn about anything else. From my soul I pledge this to you.”
Magnetically, Anabelle was drawn into the passion of his statement. Whatever the risks might have been, might still be, it was beyond her capacity to care any longer. Her head drifted downward steadily until their lips locked and almost as quickly as it had started, the intensity of their kiss began to escalate.
In the narrow confines of the suite’s hallway, their passions swelled and before Anabelle realized what was happening, they were groping one another with unbridled avarice. In the intimate space between them, Anabelle delighted in the scent of his tiger. The aroma had a definitive muskiness to it – sharply masculine and slightly sweet.
But it wasn’t only her sense of smell that seemed heightened. All of senses seemed alive as never before. It was as if the universe had kept hidden them from her, stored away in trust, not to be revealed until the moment in time that they would be most needed, and appreciated. Now, that time had come. It was her gift to savor for embracing her heritage and her rightful place in their world and savor it, she would.
Tanner moved between her thighs and pressed the heaviness of chiseled core against her fluffy flesh. Anabelle reached up, placed her palms against his chest and closed her hands, digging in her nails into the fabric of his shirt as she did. Tanner let out a deep groan and began to kiss Anabelle with increased vigor, as if her touch had set his passion completely ablaze.
Her hands continued to wander, just as his began to do so.
While she snaked hers behind him and then along the length of his heavily muscled back, he moved his towards her ample breasts. Reflexively, Anabelle’s lower back came off the floor and as it did, her bosom heaved upwards towards him. Her nipples had hardened like fleshy crystals and pressed into the wispy veneer of her bra. Anabelle’s excitement was plain for him to see as twin peaks of needful flesh jutted upwards and beckoned a respite from their neglect.
His palms moved deftly beneath her cotton tee. In one swift motion he pulled it up and with her help, quickly removed it. Tanner began to move his head downwards until his mouth hovered perilously close to her right nipple. Through the sheer garment, Anabelle could feel the hot tease of his breath. The seconds seemed to pass like hours as he held there.
She moved slowly beneath him in syrupy agony and whispered, “Please…”
But speed was not on his mind at the moment. He seemed much more content with to enjoy her sexual distress. He continued to linger for several more seconds until at last his tongue emerged and brushed lightly against the silk of her lacy undergarment. Anabelle trembled as he rolled his thick appendage across one nipple, then to the other and back again. She arched her back out of instinct once more and as she did, it provided just enough room for him to slip a hand underneath. Craftily, he unhooked her bra and moments later, her breasts at last spilled free of their silken restraints and into his waiting hands, filling them completely.
Chills raced across her entire body as he massaged, squeezed and suckled her bosom. While he continued, her hands wandered lazily into his thick hair. Absentmindedly, she caressed and rubbed it as he devoured her supple ivory flesh like a starving animal might feast on a sorely needed kill. She felt herself starting to drift into a state of trance, losing herself in his touch and his tongue.
Her conscious mind was on the verge of no return when she suddenly felt his tongue begin to drift downward. As he moved, he traced a long, wet line down the center of her torso. All the while, Anabelle fought to steady her breath which came in in haphazard gulps – fast and awkward. It didn’t help matters that an alarmingly large bulge beneath the denim of his jeans pressed against her thigh as he straddled her.
She re-gripped his hair and snatched it by the roots in an attempt to control the rising tide that swelled up within her. However, that did precious little to slow her progress, let alone his, and before she realized what had happened he had arrived at the precipice of a dangerous place indeed. She made a last feeble attempt to forestall his advance with words but all she could manage to utter was pathetic grunt of protest.
“Uuuunnhhhhhh…” she muttered.
She could hear him chuckle softly under his breath as her half-hearted show of resistance bounced harmlessly off of him. The event was a forgone conclusion. She could participate willingly or she could feign protest and participate anyway. Either way, what happened next should have come as no surprise to her.
With ease, he lifted her hips upward and began to remove her jeans. With a quick wriggle, they began to move downward towards her ankles until at last they came off with a quick tug. With precious little left to the imagination, Anabelle thought it only fair that he at least meet her halfway.
“Your turn…” she cooed.
He smiled and said, “Soon enough. We’ve got nothing but time. Relax…”
“No, please…” she begged.
Without breaking his steely-eyed gaze upon her, he shook his head ‘no’ and wordlessly began to descend between her thighs. His large hands gripped her fleshy legs and spread them apart as he moved downwards. Anabelle could feel them tremble in his grasp and then before she could breathe or even think, he pressed his thumb against her clit.
Anabelle nearly came on the spot.
“Oooohhhhhh…” she groaned.
He began to make slow, tortuous circles upon it. Already inflamed, she could feel it pulse against the sheer material. More than anything she wanted it free, she wanted to feel his flesh upon her flesh, her softness against his hardness and it needed to happen soon. Her head fell back
onto the floor as she simultaneously began to massage her breasts.
Meanwhile, he continued to apply ever increasing pressure to her clit. It was a wicked thing he was doing – teasing, taunting and tempting. If she hadn’t been on the verge of climax, she thought that perhaps she would have probably been very angry about it. Luckily, she was able to avoid having those feelings become a reality…
For in that very moment, he pulled her panties to one side, ripping as he went and plunging two thick fingers inside of her. She was beyond wet, her panties soaked through but in spite of that, his entry was still a snug one. Her body seized as his fingers invaded her folds and his mouth devoured her exposed clit.
Anabelle screamed out loud as he took control it and her – at last.
She knew that she wasn’t going to hang on very long. Tanner began to work his fingers along the inside of her walls with long, slow pulls against them. This was in sharp contrast to the ferocity of his tongue upon her swollen, tender bud. Anabelle’s mind bent and twisted into a jumble. Streams of color and sparkles of light flickered across the insides of her eyelids as the moment swelled up within her.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” she chanted.
Her words seemed to motivate him even more. Tanner began to manipulate her with blinding speed and breathtaking skill, like the talented musician that he was. She was his instrument to play and Anabelle was on the edge of hitting the sweetest of all possible notes. As if sensing it, he bit down hard on her clit, sucked it between his teeth and as he did, she erupted…
“Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!” she cried out. Her hips thrashed against his face, mouth and tongue as she exploded. She writhed beneath him as deep guttural sounds poured from deep inside of her soul.
The peak of the climax seemed to linger longer, much longer, than Anabelle could ever recall. She floated on a cloud of pure bliss, above all her worries and her troubled past. With loving intent, Tanner had guided her to this place of ultimate joy and as she reveled in it she realized how very fortunate she was. As the seconds ticked on, her peak began to withdraw from her until at least, bleary-eyed and frazzled, she gazed down between her thighs shocked at what she saw.
“I see you started without me…” Armin said as he smiled and stood behind his brother.
Her mind, still clouded from the remnants of her orgasm, struggled to form a thought, let alone string a series of words together. Naked, wet and inexperienced in matters such as these, she said that the first thing that came into her mind, “Fuck me, Armin…”
Anabelle felt completely at ease with just such a request. She knew that no matter what, she could trust them. Not only with her safety but also with themselves and each other in this situation. Lesser men would shy away from the responsibility of sharing their mate and instead engage in self-indulgent behaviors like jealousy, envy or hatred. That would not be the case here – not with them.
She was their mate and the time had come for that to pass.
Armin smiled widely and without a word, began to strip away his clothing. Anabelle looked up at him with hunger as the bounty that Nature had to provided him emerged. Broad shoulders, dense pecs and stacked abdominals led her eyes on fanciful journey downward until at last she witnessed the greatest of all gifts spring forth.
Her eyes boggled. Her pussy quaked.
“Step aside brother…” he said to Tanner.
“Of course…” he replied.
Armin fell to his knees between Anabelle’s thighs. With his right hand, he grabbed at the thick base of his imposing man root. In fact, from her vantage point, it indeed looked as if it were more tree than man. She looked up towards him and noticed Tanner to the side. In many ways, he seemed to be enjoying the moment as much, if not more, than his brother.
Anabelle felt honored to be in the presence of men with such rare integrity.
“Fuck her brother…” Tanner said with a smile on his face.
Armin nodded and smiled in silence. With his hand still at the base, he moved into position directly above her entry. Her lips, still coated and swollen from her climax moments before, tremored at his approach. At last, he pressed the full head against them and paused.
“I love you, Anabelle…” he said.
“I lo…” she choked out but as she did, he guided himself inside of her. Inch by inch, he claimed her, as he must. She could feel the heat from his pelvis as he sank deeper into her channel. Stretched could not even begin to describe the sensation she was experiencing as he made his way within her.
“Aaaaaahhhhhhhh…” she moaned.
Her eyes fluttered open as his waist impacted hers. Now fully sheathed by her wetness, his shaft pulsed. He held for a moment and looked into her eyes. She gazed back, nodded and whispered, “Yes…”
Armin placed his arms on the floor, next to Anabelle’s hips and like a great piston of flesh, began to pump slowly – in and out. Her head fell back to the floor once again and she exhaled as he continued. Although it was difficult to accommodate him initially, Anabelle was able to adjust to the feel of his steady rhythm.
When she next raised her head, she noticed that Tanner had removed his clothing. Much like his brother, a prodigious thing had emerged and she motioned for him to approach her. The beautiful tiger made his way towards her and as he neared, she gazed up him and said, “Put your cock in my mouth…”
Tanner straddled her at the chest and pointed the tip at Anabelle’s mouth. The mushroomed head glistened with evidence of his pent up desire for her. It was a threatening thing and for a moment, she wondered if perhaps she might regret the invitation she had extended to him.
But almost as quickly as it arrived, the self-doubt floated free from her consciousness. With her head on the floor, she reached up with both hands and grabbed onto his cock. It felt incredible to her. She’d never touched anything like it. Long, full and hard as the finest granite she salivated at the idea of what the moments ahead had in store for her.
“Do it…” Tanner said.
She nodded and looked up at him. As best she could, she took him into the wet heat of her hungry mouth. Anabelle was not ordinarily a girl who enjoyed doing this but he was so… perfect… in every imaginable way that it felt more like a privilege than a duty.
And what a privilege it was.
Everything about it was so… satisfying. The length, the girth and even the subtlety of its ridges and veins delighted her. Tanner groaned with approval as she began to stroke the shaft with her right hand and with her left, she cupped his immense balls. On the first pull, a subtle hint of his pre-cum emerged which she lovingly ingested.
Meanwhile, Armin had begun to increase the pace and friction of his thrusting. Between her thighs, her tender velvet had already been pushed to its limit in spite of its unprecedented wetness. Armin had long since abandoned any pretense of restraint and what he did to her at this point amounted to little more than a fierce rutting.
He stabbed at her with relentless abandon. It was all at once savage and brutal but at the same time, exactly what she’d always craved. It was nothing short of a complete possession, a total domination of her womb and yet, the most satisfying experience she could hope to have.
As she relished in Armin’s primal efficiency, she suddenly felt Tanner’s balls twitch as he let out a deep bellow. Anabelle looked up at him and refocused her efforts. After the undeniable pleasure he’d rained down upon her, she felt obliged to return the favor.
His hips began to move on their own, impaling her with his steely thickness. Anabelle tried desperately to do what she must and accommodate him until the very end. She caressed his nut sack and as she did, it twitched and pulsed even more violently until once again, a deep groan emerged from Tanner.
“I’m going to cum Anabelle… I’m cumming on your tits. Show them to me.” He said.
Anabelle moaned against his shaft, “Mmmmm… hmmm… mmmm…hmmmm…” She couldn’t wait to watch him do it and feel his hot seed spill upon her still tender breasts
. His cadence suddenly changed and with a final pull, he withdrew from her. With his right hand, he positioned himself above her tits and began to stroke his cock furiously.
She looked at him still in disbelief that she had gotten him into her mouth. But she had, and she eagerly anticipated the reward for all of her effort. She tempted his release by squeezing and massaging her tits. At the same time she whispered, “Right here… cum right here Tanner, all over my tits.”
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!” he groaned as he jerked his cock at a furious pace. Anabelle’s eyes widened and then, at last, he had reached the point of no return…
“Shit!” he exclaimed.
Suddenly, Anabelle’s breasts began to receive their prize. Jets of white hot sex laced her pebbled nipples as Tanner cried out. She groaned and began to massage it into her flesh as he moaned above her. Streaks of ejaculate coated her fingers, breasts and neck as he continued to empty all that he had upon her tender flesh.
At last his peak began to fade from him but Anabelle still had ideas of her own. She motioned to him with her index finger and within seconds, she’d taken him back inside of her mouth to indulge in what had not found its way onto her bosom. For several seconds, she sucked him slowly and with tenderness until at last, he withdrew from her and collapsed nearby.
In spite of it all, Armin had never wavered. He fucked her as if their very survival depended on it and perhaps, it did. Anabelle’s sex was desperate to extract from him all that it could, just as she had from Tanner moments before. However, with Tanner out of the picture a new need emerged.
Anabelle was suddenly close again and as she looked up towards Armin’s face she could see the intensity and purpose in his eyes. As he rocked back and forth inside of her, he bared his teeth and growled lowly. The vibration of his utterance made its way straight into the center of her sex and set off an immediate chain reaction.
Within seconds, she was on the brink once again.
“Yes… I… aahhh… ahhhh!!!” she screamed. Her pussy clamped onto his thickness and as it did her hips shook. Before she realized it, she was in the throes of rapture once more and coating Armin’s immense cock with the tribute it so richly deserved. Her head rolled from side-to-side as she endured yet another mind-splitting pinnacle.
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