Anything For The Spirits | By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 20691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The bear-wolf was in every sense an alpha male. It's low, fierce growl was a warning, the hulking animal staking its claim. Jinora sensed a gradual, sizeable dissipation of spiritual energy in its wake. She hadn't realised there were so many creatures waiting their turns to make use of her. The thought thickened the lusty haze which had already fogged her mind. The girl couldn't help but imagine spirit after spirit taking hold of her healthy young hips and pushing deep inside her. Already aching between the legs, inner thighs glistening with thin, winding trails of her sweet essence, Jinora released a pleasurable murmur.
And then the bear-wolf stood over her.
The young airbender trembled when the beast's shadow encompassed hers. His forepaws clawed into the dirt to either side of her head and a heavy breath stirred the hair at the back of her neck. Jinora dared not look up, but not because she was afraid. It was the anticipation that sent a warm ripple through her slender frame, right down through to the very tips of her toes as the bear-wolf stood over her. Merely his hot breath against her nape made the girl bow her head forward, made her chest sink lower to the ground and arched her spine. She parted her knees to the sound of a quiet, possessive rumble, for the first time spreading her thighs. Jinora held them as far apart as she could, feeling cords of muscle stretch taut, and then she lifted her lush hips and presented her softly round ass.
The bear-wolf made her wait, and the wait was torture. The girl whimpered her need as she swayed underneath him. Her hips moved left to right, a slow, sensual invitation that she offered to no one else. Only him; only the bear-wolf. Jinora's fingers curled at the knuckle and grit collected under her nails as she dragged them across the soil, murmuring please, please. Her hips rose and fell in an erotic simulation of the act she yearned to commit, Jinora dribbling hot, fluid arousal into the grass. A cool breath of wind teased between her open thighs and the girl shuddered. Her desire was singular and powerful, so intense that the bear-wolf growled as her raw, wilful energy permeated the air, and he finally gave her what she craved so hungrily.
Lowering its haunches, the tapered tip of a wolf-cock was allowed to tease against the slick, engorged petals of Jinora's sex. She groaned; he was so thick. She had measured it once, giggling in astonishment as merely the head of the bear-wolf's organ matched the width of her wrist. She could take him nowhere else but in her young, tight pussy. He would tear her apart otherwise. Jinora mewled as the pink length of a stiff wolf-cock rubbed against her lips. The bear-wolf had taken her virginity. It was not often that he came when she made an offering of her body, but when he did the girl was his entirely. She belonged to him. The beast demonstrated this in its next act.
Jinora's breath caught in her breast as the bear-wolf held her by the nape with its jaws. He could snap her neck in a moment if so inclined, but his grip was careful. The presence of sharp, long teeth against her creamy skin was delicate enough that she felt no pain. But she felt the pressure all the same, as tight a grip as the bear-wolf could make without harming her. It was enough.
An electric charge hummed through the teenager as she slowly picked herself up onto her hands and knees. Bringing her thighs together squashed her slick sex between her legs and the girl almost, almost peaked right there and then. The bear-wolf held her like a bitch in heat and Jinora couldn't breathe for the strength of the arousal that pulsed through her body. She crawled forward as hefty bear paws padded to either side of her, head held down, unseeing as the beast took her where he wanted her. She had no say, no choice, and she didn't want one. This was the ultimate expression of her submissive nature, Jinora in truth. The yearning to be used, to be taken, made her shiver as she pulled her knees through the grass, and the girl bit down hard on the flesh of her lip as the bear-wolf's swinging pole beat against the back of her thighs.
She looked up only once she felt its jaws open, hot saliva seeping from between its teeth and splashing onto the back of her neck. It dribbled down the shallow crevice of her spine as Jinora faced the tree she had been manoeuvred in front of and used its old, rugged trunk to pull herself up. The girl practically hugged the tree, pressing her chest to the roughly textured skin. The curve of her lower back pushed out her ass and she separated her thighs. Standing with her feet a shoulder width apart, Jinora raised herself up off her heels, flexing the muscle of young, shapely calves as she held herself in position, lifting her glistening sex to the height of the bear-wolf's organ.
He hid her from view as he raised himself up onto his hind-legs, draping the teenager in his shadow. Jinora heard the click clack of its claws as the bear-wolf set its paws to the tree trunk above her head and grasped onto the bark for purchase. Its stiff penile flesh jutted into her backside as the beast shuffled forward and tried to find her proffered opening. Jinora lowered a hand from around her column of support to perform her one act of agency in all this, reaching down to take the bear-wolf in her grip. Her slim fingers groped for and then curled around the warm, rigid shaft of an eager wolf-cock, guiding it forward to press against the edge of her lips. The girl teasingly rubbed the tapered tip up and down, nudging it ever so slightly between her moistened petals, sighing as even this mere contact began to open her up.
Then with a deep, steadying breath, Jinora let go.
The beast mounted her, slowly, and the young airbender squeaked. The bear-wolf was long and thick inside her and she was so tight around him. It had been so long, too. Jinora bowed her forehead against the bark of the tree and gasped audibly, the increasing girth of the wolf-cock pushing inside her lifting the girl up onto the balls of her feet. She felt the tension in her calves as the bear-wolf worked himself further into her, short, gasping breaths escaping her lips as her walls stretched to accommodate for the depth of his penetration. But, at least on this first pass, it was too much and Jinora let out a squeal, instinctively pulling both her hips and herself forward several inches off of the bear-wolf's hard, hungry flesh. The beast growled low in its throat.
Jinora swallowed and dropped her hand between her thighs. "Hold on," she murmured, teasing the erect nub of her clitoris with the circling tip of a finger. She inhaled the rich scent of the bark her cheek was pressed against, mingled with the musk of the bear-wolf's thick fur - fur the girl would later reach behind herself to tangle her fingers in, and then began to push back her hips.
The bear-wolf did not go easy on her this time, but then Jinora would have it no other way. It hurt at first, to be stretched so tight and plugged so deeply, but the pain soon melted into mere discomfort and the uncomfortable tautness of her young sex quickly smothered by the rising tide of pleasure. As long as her wrist to her elbow, the bear-wolf could not fit entirely inside Jinora, but the pace and power of his thrusts made her feel just as full. With his snout pressed into her hair, the beast rocked against her with truly wild fervour and the girl had to hold on tightly to the column of the tree trunk lest her trembling knees give way entirely. Her voice was little more than a high pitched whine, cute brown eyes screwed shut as she clenched her teeth together in between ragged breaths.
"Oh Spirits. Oh Spirits, oh spirits, oh spirits. Ungh! You're so deep," Jinora choked out, her cry thick with the tightening pressure building at her core, "oh, you're so deep."
She reached back now, groping blindly until her fingers found purchase in the bear-wolf's dark brown fur. A laboured snort from its wet, black nostrils joined her long, shameless moan as her touch slid through richly textured hair, feeling the powerful muscles of the animal's chest expand and contract. Her tear-drop breasts heaved as several thick inches of wolf-cock churned inside her, slick with the juices flowing down to stain her inner thighs. Each thrust was made to the music of her sopping wet sex, a rhythmic schlick schlock that punctuated the energetic stabbing motions of the bear-wolf's organ. He was a blur between Jinora's quivering legs, powerful and tireless, filling her over and over and over and over and -
"Mmm! Oh, yes," the girl deeply groaned. "Oh, please, please don't stop. Please. Never. Don't, don't, don't, don't!"
And then she was screaming, and Jinora was saying things as she was screaming, but the words made little sense and it didn't matter anyway because the bear-wolf had not missed a beat and was pounding ruthlessly into her tight, pulsing channel, its rigid shaft nature's piston as the animal forced itself through her body's attempts to clamp down and milk him for his seed, drilling Jinora's clenching pussy for the sweet nectar of a second orgasm that bloomed rapidly through her body and ground her bones to jelly.
She folded over, dropping to the ground on her knees, and the bear-wolf followed her, hunching its massive frame over her slim, shaking form and pounding her into the dirt. Every inch of her grew tense and tight as Jinora's body wound itself up for a third orgasm, stroked fast and hard by the new, even deeper penetrative angle of the bear-wolf's greedy meat, and when it came her stomach sucked in as she pressed her face into the sweet smelling grass and screamed for all she was worth.
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