Thread: Animal (Verse and Zoophilian)

She stared up at him as if some obedient pet awaiting a treat or some other handout, yet found her only reward his gaze as his fingers lifted her chin, turning her head one way then the other as if putting her on for inspection. Then those probing fingers into her mouth, pressing firm against her tongue forced her eyes to stare almost crossed at him, at his hand as she squirmed beneither him, Her back arching, her fingers raking against the carpet in a fleeting moment of worry, lost to what his intention may of been before his other hand went to work, teasing at those pert fleshy peaks that made up her nipples. The soft flesh an almost cherry hue incontrast to that already bronzed kist flesh, glistening ever so slightly with a glimmer of sweat that would begin to leave her flesh hot and sticky to the very touch. His weight against her, baring down upon her stomach left her breathing limited, no more than it would be come time for that twisted bondage to the side just within her reach. When he leaned in and whispered those harsh cruel words he could almost feel her heart start to race, He could see her eyes growing with in a moment of true worry, of panic that what had become her dream, her obsession over the past few months would be stolen away like everything else in her life to this point. Still she squirmed, She couldnt question him with his fingers rubbing firmly against her tongue, sinking ever deeper into her mouth, tracing her tongue till she would nearly gag at the intrusion, Yet it hadnt been the first time, He had worked hard at removing her gag reflex and it was a feet she had become proud of yet still she would neigh choke at the feeling of those thick digits nearing the back of her mouth, so very close to probing into her throat. Finally his cheek came to rest against her own as that other hand wandered the length of her hip toying with the zipper of that skirt as her gaze was drawn to the rubbery animal to her side. Her eyes still wide as his fingers worked along her tongue, teasing her keeping her off balance mentally yet still his training had been effective, He could feel her legs tremble, Her hips lifting off the ground pressing firm against him ever so slightly as that zipper would be tugged, pulled and ultimately ripped open allowing that snug fitting barely their skirt to give way and easily be pulled free, Leaving her left with only those heels that gave her a slight boost in stature. As that skirt was pulled away showing off her nude form entirely she squirmed beneath him, her tongue freed of his hand would flick, rolling against those strawberry stained lips for a moment or even two yet still her features shined with unease, Having an internal struggle with the mere idea of rejection at this point with knowing how well he enjoyed the game just to let her slip by, It would be unheard of. Yet still it wrecked her mind to some point, She would lightly bite at her bottom lip, Staring up at him as if a child torn between two candied treat knowing they had to choose a single one or be left with nothing at all. For precious moments after he pulled away, where she could only feel that hand rubbing against the bare flesh of her hip would she stare longingly at that Suit, the hallow muzzle that was to be her own before drawing in a deep breath. Her decision would be made as she nodded as if affirming some deep seeded struggle, Those lips would curl, a deviant naughty grin forming as she finally looked to meet his gaze again. All worry, doubt seemed to wash away as she looked at him with a new found clarity, She was his. This had all been on his whim and she would allow it to continue in such a way, She would lean up, Prop up for a moment on her elbows, Thighs parted ever so slightly more as she felt his palm moving ever close to that nearly trimmed spot just above her nethers. She dared to steal a kiss, her lips against his in an almost innocent lingering kiss against his lips, the kind normally reserved for siblings before she perched back against her elbow's, Looking upwards at him every bit as Smitten as one could be. With that grin lingering she glanced to that muzzle, to that hallow form then finally back to him What will you call me? She asked playful, Every bit as curious as a kid on christmas pondering what was in the big box they were told to open last. Will I have a Collar? A Leash? She teased, Hoping to throw him off just a little, to poke at that masterful visage of a dominating soul he had painted, While at the same time, Yet stuck half wondering about the very questions she asked, Had he put any thought into the after? Did he have some shiney new name picked just for her no matter how fleeting the time may of been.