Cain’s mouth claimed Iris’. He screwed his hips forward, twisting, pulling back only to push deeper. So much pressure. Iris felt him everywhere. She felt so full, pushed to the breaking point.
Oh Fuck!
A fine layer of sweat rose on her skin.
Cain released a guttural groan into her ear.
“You can take me.” He husked then thrust fully home.
Iris back arched and her mouth opened, but her cry turned into a frantic inhalation as he pulled his cock back toward the mouth of her quaking pussy only to ram back in fully.
Iris was so wet and yet a delicious friction built as Cain thrust and retreated. His pace increased. Iris could feel him rubbing against the walls of her cunt with the fat head of his cock. She could feel the unbearably wonderful warmth spiraling outward, out of control.
“Yes. Yes.” Iris shook her head back and forth.
Her legs stopped trembling and started tightening. Her pussy started to do the same as her clit pulsed.
“I’m gonna come!” Iris reeled.
Cain growled as he had to work harder to penetrate her constricting, drenched pussy.
Cain
Iris was thrashing beneath him. He was so fucked! Cain was coming unhinged. Iris was impossibly wet, and tight. The scent of sex and her ardent cries made him want to explode. His beast wanted to join in. Cain battered her little clenched cunt rubbing the base of his cock into her clit. Cain pulled back and bit out.
“Easy, not yet.” He wanted to prolong their delicious play.
Iris cried out in frustration as he slid free, her core tried to lock him in place.
There was a fine sheen across her chest and tits. A single drop of sweat slid down along her ribs. Cain traced her swollen nipple.
Fuck it! Screw going slow.
Cain grabbed Iris’ hips and flipped her on to her stomach. Her sexy full ass thrust up in the air. That cunt bare, open and quaking, it beckoned to be filled. So he did.
Cain buried himself balls deep as he smacked one round wobbling ass cheek. Grabbing hold and holding tight as he hammered into Iris��� hot wet depths. His ass flexed, thighs slapping hers with his frantic pace. Iris made desperate animal noises, cries, groans, grunts and screams as he filled her little snatch. An appropriate name for the wet heat that wrapped around his engorged cock, it sucked him in as it spasmed.
Iris
Cain grabbed the back of her neck and shoved Iris down into the mattress. Her orgasm built back up again quickly and was teetering close, so close. Iris couldn’t be sure but she was pretty sure she caught herself chanting his name between moans. Cain was pressed flat along her back. His hips pistoning that monster cock into her unforgivingly deep.
Yet she begged for “MORE.”
Cain wedged his hand under Iris and rubbed insistently at her clit. Her toes started to curl and flex. The fire in her pussy flared out of control as his dick repeatedly assaulted her G spot and bottomed out. Cain’s hips ground into Iris’ ass, his hot breath at her neck as he grunted out his torturous pace.
Cain pinched her clit as he commanded her to “COME.”
Iris shattered in a thousand different directions as the orgasm split her in two. His name screamed past her lips as he latched onto the curve of her neck ferociously biting down hard. The erotic pain sent Iris soaring higher.
Cain’s shallow erratic thrusts perpetuated the lightning that shot across her nerves, milking his invading cock. The intensity of it forced moisture from her eyes. Cain swelled and erupted on a deafening roar as he pierced Iris one final time to the hilt.
9 Turnabout is Fair Play
Iris
Iris awoke to a strong arm draped across her breast and a hard cock at her back. It slid along the crack of her ass anytime either of them shifted. Cain’s breathing was steady with a slight snore. Even fast asleep the man was all about sex. Just what would it take to awaken this sleeping Adonis?
“Perhaps it’s my turn to play.” Iris grinned.
Iris turned over in Cain’s arms. His face was peaceful, content, and a lot less unnerving with his eyes closed. Cain’s strong chin was covered in dark stubble. His chin length hair, a dozen shades of brown, laying in disarray. His masculine beauty drew her hand to caress his cheek, then his firm lips.
Iris shifted and moved her hands down his chest to cup the package between his legs. Her lips followed her hands to what can only be described as the holy land. Her tongue traced the muscles of Cain’s stomach, over the dips and ridges. As Iris moved lower, she was reminded of the power behind his sleeping facade.
Her pussy ached. Iris was sore and didn’t regret a bit of it. What delicious torture would he subject her to when he awoke to find what she was up to?
Iris’ mouth pressed wet kisses along the trail from his bellybutton down. It teased her the way Cain turned her on so easily. Iris clenched her thighs tighter her wetness renewed.
Cain
What a fucking glorious dream. Moist lips exploring ever lower. Hot little breaths skittering across his hip. The reality of the moment permeated his brain as a small tongue darted out and flicked the tip of his cock.
It took Cain a moment to realize what was going on, his brain foggy in the early morning. Oh yeah he could get on board with this kind of wake up call.
Cain’s dick filled and stiffened further. Iris, the little vixen’s hands wrapped around the base of his shaft as her lips engulfed the head. A mouth that dreams were made of sucked him deep. He wanted to play along letting Iris have her stolen moment, but he couldn’t keep his hands from tangling in her hair as he groaned.
“Fuck”
Iris circled Cain with her tongue as her hands worked up and down squeezing rhythmically. On her next up stroke her teeth drug along the length, underside his shaft. The sharp contrast mingled with pure ecstasy making his hips buck.
Iris
Iris increased the pressure just beneath the head of Cain’s cock, tonguing the slited tip.
“Yes SUCK it.” He hissed as he gripped her hair.
Cain���s hands in her hair tugged her head insistently forcing the length of him deeper into the cavern of her mouth. Iris gripped Cain’s tight firm ass. Her fingers digging in as the muscles bunched beneath her hands. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. The quiver in Cain’s hot shaft let Iris know her delicious sacrifice wasn’t in vain. It was a heady feeling when a man comes undone by your own hand. Beautiful.
Iris looked up to see Cain’s head tossed back, eyes closed. His mouth pressed closed and sweat dotted his brow. The sight of him thrilled her to the core. Perhaps this was her own undoing, her thighs clenched. Iris’ pussy wept and she renewed her ministrations with fervor. Licking, tasting, sucking.
The musky masculine smell of him invading her senses. It burrowed into her psyche, calling to a deeply primitive part of her that reared up and purred. It hinted of an early foggy morning as a camp fire died down and the forest awoke with first light. It screamed Cain was an alpha male, and she was desperate to please him, seduce him, be owned by him, dominated.
Cain
Iris seemed lost on his cock, she barely noticed as he shifted to access her sweet ass. Bless her for the glorious attention she paid him. Those lips stretched and plunging, those nails leaving stinging trails as she held onto his waist.
Dew dripped from her slit, it beckoned to him, begged to be filled. He shoved three fingers in deep.
Her moan vibrated along his shaft causing him to convulse. His balls drew up tight as her saliva coated his cock, ran down warm then cooled.
His length hit the back of her throat and it massaged his head, followed by the swirl of her tongue as she retracted.
Iris’ pink swollen nub peaked out at him from her wet cleft. He slapped it, flicked it, rubbed it with his thumb, then resumed plunging his fingers into her tight depths.
Her mouth tightened around him. He noted her pleasure as she ground back on his hand. The tight bud of her ass was in front
of him, ripe for the plucking.
Iris
Cain’s slick fingers left her vagina and started to breach the tight rosette of her ass. When had her game backfired? As he thrust one then two twisting digits in, Iris lost concentration nearly choking on her task.
“This is mine too… And I’m going to take it now” Cain rumbled.
Oh God what had she done? The thought of Cain taking her there turned Iris on and frightened her at the same time.
He shifted, pulled Iris off him, grabbed her breast and pulled her back to his chest. If she had been less turned on the rough smattering of his chest hair would have tickled. His hand grabbed the back of her knee raising her leg up.
Cain’s blunt hardness pushed at the ring of her ass demanding entry. He was slippery with her spit and his girth popped through the puckered muscle with a determined thrust. There was so much of him.
Iris had gone from the frying pan straight into the fire. This was no gentle possession. He demanded her submission as he burrowed deeper still. The sweet burn had Iris panting and writhing.
“Cain please.” She moaned as he penetrated her. Iris didn’t know if she could withstand such a dark carnal pleasure.
Cain
Little Iris begged him as her tight ass gripped him and her body trembled. It was painful to remain so still, buried to the balls, while she adjusted to his length.
He reached around massaging her clit till sweet little sounds greeted him. Now he could move, thrust, in and out. Her ass and pussy quivered. So good.
“More, deeper, harder!” He swallowed at her groaned mantra.
Iris bucked in his arms, thrashing at his repeated brutal penetration. She loved it. She took everything and begged for more.
“FUCK” Cain declared as he impaled her one last time.
The ripple in her core and the ragged scream from her lips causing him to erupt deep inside her clenched ass. She went limp in his arms and a feral grin crossed his expression.
10 Truth and Consequences
Cain
It was mid-morning when Cain’s phone rang with his sister’s number showing. He extricated himself without waking Iris and walked into the bathroom.
“What up sis?”
“Cain don’t freak out but Iris knows about us and the brothers.” Penny said in a panicked voice. He could tell she was hungover, but apparently she hadn’t been so drunk as to not remember whatever went on last night.
Cain groaned. This wasn’t good.
“She said something and I thought she’d seen you morph then I kinda spilled the beans last night.” Penny explained apologetically. Cain ran a hand through his hair. “She told me some interesting things about herself too.”
“I know she told me about her ability. ” Cain replied. So the secret’s out.
“Cain?” Penny said sounding concerned.
Iris and his little sister had become friends so he was sure Penny was worried about what he might do. Family came first, but Iris was quickly working her way under his skin.
“Huh” Cain grunted pensively.
“I don’t think Iris is going to out us. She didn’t seem shocked or even surprised, just curious.” Penny said nervously.
Cain had to agree but it wasn’t just himself at risk. It was one thing that Iris knew about the fights and even how he handled the gang banger. That was enough to damn him if she chose to. But they never, NEVER, let outsiders know about them, it was dangerous and taboo.
“Don’t worry Penny. I’ll talk to you later.”
Well shit! What was he supposed to do now that Iris knew what the Reapers truly were? It was already getting harder to imagine cutting her loose, but this compounded that dilemma.
Iris
Iris woke up alone, missing Cain by her side. The fuck and run was an awful thing to wake up to. She almost panicked till she heard him talking in his bathroom, he was on the phone.
Iris had this knack for knowing what conversations people were having over the phone, even though she only got one side of the conversation. It had little to do with her gift. She just excelled at filling in the blanks based on context and the subtle murmuring on the other end of the line.
Iris could hear a bit of panic in a muffled voice that sounded like Penny. She knew what she was telling Cain.
“Well this is where the rubber meets the road. A game of I show you mine you show me yours. Well I showed Cain mine.” Iris mused as she walked into the bathroom.
With a swish in her hips, Iris brushed passed Cain brazenly then looked at him over her bare shoulder.
“So is Penny having a coronary?” Iris then made a hand motion that mimicked zipping her lips and throwing away the key. Cain’s eyebrows rose in shock. Iris stepped into the shower with a grin. “Are you coming beast man?” Cain stepped in crowding her against the tile, his gray-blue eyes bearing down on her. “Don’t look so surprised. I told you how I am. As far as I see it we’re two freaky peas in a pod.”
With that Cain’s mouth descended on her. Iris sighed into his passionate kiss. Acceptance was a beautiful thing.
Cain
“I don’t understand why you’re insisting I go to the fights” Iris implored.
“I know the fights put a bad taste in your mouth. You don’t have to watch the open fights like Hank took you to. I like having you around so you need to see what I’m really like.” Cain did his best to explain it to her. “I know you’re scared but I can’t have you being frightened of me. This is the most secure way to show you who I am.”
It would be a controlled environment and the best way he could think of to show Iris his true nature. It’d also been too long since he’d cut loose. His beast felt like it was prowling, pacing, caged just beneath the surface.
“I accept it I don’t need to see you fight Cain.” Iris replied but Cain shook his head, and went on.
“Knowing and seeing are two different things.” Cain said.
“Ha! Don’t I know.” Iris replied alluding to her own quirky gift.
“Imagine being trapped inside a small place.” Cain said.
Iris gave him a funny look that said been there done that. God he had piss poor choice of words. He held his hand up halting her.
“Imagine repressing every emotion because all of them are intense. You hold it in the best you can till you crack open and it bursts free. And when it does it’s like a bomb going off.”
“I get that. I’ve had to repress myself my entire life.” Iris said with a frown. “I know what it’s like to hide.”
Cain looked at Iris realizing they had more in common than he’d realized.
“With us, it’s uncontrollable and violent as it burns through us.” Cain said doubting Iris outburst ever resulted in bloodshed.
“Okay that’s not helping any.” Iris bumped her hip into him.
Cain groaned. She was right. He’d just convinced her why it would be better for her to stay away.
“It’s okay. I understand. You want to show me who you really are. I’ll go.” Iris relented.
“We don’t fight to the death, we just let the beast roam a bit.” Cain reassured her.
He could see it disturbed Iris that she was going back to a place that frightened her, but it made him proud she was willing to do it for him.
Iris
Cain waited till the “open” fights were ending to drive her out to the new place they’d found to have the events. At least now she truly understood why they held the fights, rather than just guessing. Of course even fully human men seemed to need an outlet. Iris could only imagine the strain supposedly civilized society placed on Cain and his kind. Despite understanding she still didn’t like it. Iris had too many bad memories associated with the cage matches. She’d seen too much death.
Her knees trembled a bit but she locked them as they walked into the abandoned building. Cain felt he needed to show her this. If Iris could withstand the feeling of death descending, which is best described as the feeling you get when watching a
guy juggle chainsaws. Well she could certainly watch the wild men change and fight to blow off steam. Fighting aside Iris was more than a little curious about how they shifted.
There were so many guys around the cage. More than a few looking at her with narrowed gazes. She could do this. One guy peeled away from the crowd, came up to Cain and gestured intimidatingly.
“Why’d you bring the Outsider pussy, Pussy?” The man asked.
“You arrogant asshole” Iris thought to herself as she looked at the black haired man.
Cain growled in warning and started to move towards the insulting man. Was he more offended that he’d been called a pussy or that she had?
As Iris studied the other man, wondering how much of a threat he was, a vision of the man with wolf eyes, baying at the moon streaked through her brain.
“Aw won’t anybody play with the puppy’s bone?” Iris responded sarcastically before she could put a leash on her mouth.
Iris could dish out double entendres and snarky comebacks with the best of them. But her sarcasm wasn’t always smart, especially when it was so revealing. She didn’t really know who this guy was or what threat he posed to Cain. Iris’ comment halted Cain’s forward momentum towards Wolf.
“How?” Wolf looked stunned that Iris figured out his little secret.
“Let’s take this up in the ring.” Cain coughed out on a laugh.
Iris looked between the two men incredulously.
“You gotta be kidding me a cat and a dog are gonna fight? That is so cliche!”
It was then that Wolf started laughing hard enough he almost doubled over. Apparently he wasn’t so concerned Iris knew his secret. She guessed being brought by another Shifter was her free pass. Wolf cleared his eyes as he looked up.
“Cain you’re still an ass, but her I like.” The black haired man gestured towards Iris.
“Are you gonna kick his ass for the pussy comment?” Iris asked.
She was feeling a bit relieved. Clearly this was a bunch of shit talk before the fight. The banter helped her relax.
“Yes. No one talks about your pussy.” Cain growled out.
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