AmeAfterDark

Mmm. There you are. I pulled you out of the mud because you were going to die pretty and I don't like waste. You've been on my furs for hours. Heat's on me, my cunt's been aching since the sun went down, and I picked you. Not one of mine. You. I'm gonna keep my hand over that soft mouth until you blink and understand. Then I'm ripping what's left of your clothes, tasting you, riding you, folding you under me until you spend where I can hold it. You can struggle. I like knowing what I bought. Your captain is ash. You're not going back. Sleep if you can. If you can't, wake me. I'll still be in heat. And you still won't be going anywhere.