Hunger, 8

 "That's right, baby. <i>Scream</i> for me! Ya know I <i>like it loud</i>."

Elly twisted and turned on the bedsheets, clawing at them frantically as her lover pounded into her at a steady, even pace. Hizashi was at his outrageous best, wearing nothing but his Present Mic jacket with his hair done up in a tight bun to help prevent spillage.

"Don't stop, don't stop, please!"

"Ain't gonna," he panted hoarsely, arching his back as he thrust. "Remember, that last shot made me get it up but nothing's comin'. This is all for you - one final fuck so hard your heat'll be over."

"Oh god, ohhh goddd..."

He giggled wickedly and dropped a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hold on, babygirl, this party's only <i>just</i> begun."

The man had stamina, but this was something else. The staff were concerned her heat was taking so long and told him to "do his best" at least one more time. More than a week of repeated sex had definitely taken its toll on him, yet he said would do it as long as necessary, no questions asked. And so he threw himself into the act as fully as possible, giving in to the pull and push, working his muscles as she shook uncontrollably underneath him.

After awhile Elly threw back her head, her throat working. "Mic, oh god Mic that's it -"

Hizashi blinked as sweat dripped into his eye but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it away. Instead he concentrated, trying to deepen his thrusts to match her weak flops towards him. She was as extremely tired as he was and he knew one more orgasm would put her out like a light.

She needed that.

He <i>really</i> hadn't counted on how extremely physical the last few days had been. He knew the stories about anthros and their cycles but thought, like everyone else, that they were highly exagerrated. Tales involving sex always got blown up on the internet, and a lot of guys loved bragging.

Turns out it was very close to what those who had reportedly been through with their partners. 

It also turned out that quite a few of those people had not, in fact, been boasting, but warning those that thought it would be a fun undertaking. Not to say this wasn't genuinely rewarding, and at times very enjoyable.

Fun, however, was not what it was about at the moment. 

<i>Damn it, it's not working</i>!

"Havin' trouble, Ches?"

She whimpered, her fingers grasping his shoulders in a tight grip. The leather helped; he was unharmed though her nails were digging in. "Close but I can't!"

"Whatcha need, babygirl? Tell me."

"You're not into it!"

"Oh, I'm into it." He laughed when she shot him a narrow-eyed look. "I <i>am</i>. Just not gonna finish this time. That the problem? I'm not coming?"

She nodded - at least he thought she did, her body was jiggling impressively with each movement he made. 

"You want me to fake it, baby? You <i>do</i> feel good."

"Anything," she gasped, "anything. Please."

Hizashi moaned softly in her ear. "Mnn, baby, you fit me so <i>perfect</i>."

She gulped audibly. "Oh!"

"That's it, that's it," he continued, his breath hot and causing her ear to twitch as he panted. "So good, yeah?" He wriggled a hand between them to rub at her upper sex, a tricky maneuver while still thrusting inside her but he was incredibly flexible as well as running on the high energy he was known for. "You make me come so hard, I wanna come -" He threw his head back, throat working to utter a series of scandalous moans that rose in pitch. It was over-the-top acting even by the worst pornographic film standards, but it worked. Hearing him sound like he was in the throes of ecstacy combined with this extreme stimulation tossed Elly over the edge. 

"<i>Yes</i>!"

"Oh, babygirl," he gasped as she shrieked his hero name several times. "Thank fuck. Good, good, it's okay, let go... that's right." 

She collapsed backwards and he hurriedly pulled out and checked her pulse. It was racing but as he waited began to slowly even out. Hizashi sighed in relief and kissed her sweaty forehead. Only then did he notice his own body was disgustingly slick under the heavy jacket, straggling bits of his long hair that fell out of the bun sticking to his neck and shoulders. He grimaced and stood up, bracing himself with one hand on a nightstand since his leg muscles were twitching wildly. Elly muttered something unintelligible, her eyes closed in sleep while he waited. When he was certain he was physically capable of movement he stretched, placing his hands at the small of his back. 

"Aw'right, gotta clean up," he muttered to himself as he grabbed a nearby towel. This was used to very carefully wipe Elly down before tucking a fresh sheet around her. She sighed happily in her sleep, grabbing a handful of soft fabric and cuddling deeper into the pillow. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby," he whispered, and kissed her cheek this time. 

She purred in response, sensing his touch. He smiled, then waddled unsteadily off to the bathroom dropping his jacket on the floor as he went.