The Noble Predator Ch. 01

With a rough tug on the cotton fabric, the beast removed her cotton panties and flung them off to the side. He unabashedly gazed at the pubic mound that now lay exposed to him as he held her legs slightly parted. Digging her fingers into the damp earth beneath her, she gasped as the cool air of the night touched her moist pink flesh.

Placing his hands on her hips, he firmly held her in place with his left hand, while he allowed his right hand the freedom to caress the soft swell of her abdomen trailing his fingers down to the fine, silken hairs of her pubis. Her mind began to spin. It had been so long since anyone, other than herself, had touched her there or paid any attention to her own pleasures. Jolts of electricity emanated through her body from each point where his fingers caressed her smooth skin. Though he continued to maintain a steel grip on her waist, his touch was surprisingly gentle.

As he approached the convergence of her soft hair with the pink skin of her clitoris, an electric charge shot up her spine nearly causing her to moan. She tried to lock her knees together to prevent his access, but his forearms bore down on her inner thighs keeping her legs parted while his fingers stroked the fine brown hairs that formed a soft carpet around her pink lips. She was alarmed at how good his touch felt despite the fear of what he might do to her, fear that now seemed to be dulled by the erotic sensations overtaking her body.

"Please, don't take me like this," she pleaded again but with less conviction. Sensing her resolve vanishing, he just smiled at her. It wasn't a wicked or cruel smile, it was a reassuring smile that suggested a greater understanding, as if to convey to Lira that he knew better what she wanted, what she needed.

"Mine," he repeated softer still.

She pushed his hands away. "Please don't," she pleaded.

He opened his mouth as if to tell her something, but his mouth just hung open struggling for sound. A shadow crossed his face and his eyes darkened. He bowed his head slightly and unconsciously touched his neck. It was then that she noticed the thin metal brace that tightly encircled his neck across his Adam's apple. It appeared to cause him pain as he spoke, and even appeared to stifle his ability to speak altogether as he seemed to struggle against its choking grip. Seeming to give in to his struggle, he merely grunted again, "Belle mine."

She recognized he was desperate to communicate with her, even if it was only to convey his lustful need to mount her. Why "belle"? she wondered. What an uncanny coincidence that he would happen to call her that, she thought. Though she felt a twinge of annoyance that he had not cared to ask her name, she was not entirely displeased with the complimentary appellation and its warm connection to her past.

His breathing was heavy now, labored by the weight of his desire. Lira was surprised to feel a tingle at her clitoris as moisture grew between her legs. He reached out to her and drew her pullover jacket and sweater over her head exposing her bare breasts as she willingly allowed him to remove the last bit of clothing concealing her body from his view. As a last act of defiance, she thrust her chin up and her shoulders back which only accentuated her firm breasts, her nipples erect with arousal, as her breasts rose and fell with her panting. His breathing hitched as he saw the rounded mounds of her flesh with their pink buds pointing at him, teasing him, drawing him in.

"Rüt needs Belle, Belle needs Rüt," he urged, continuing to caress her and lightly stroke the entrance to her warm center.

"Rüt?" she asked quizzically. His head cocked.

"Rüt," he repeated firmly as he struck his chest with his fist to emphasize his point. She looked up at his strength bearing down on her. He could easily possess her. Like so many of the men whom she had carelessly let into her life, into her bedroom and between her thighs, he could take her quickly and be done with the deed, be done with her. Yet he lingered above her, caressing her flesh, coaxing her to excitement, coaxing her to willingly share herself with him.

"Rüt," she repeated hazily. He brought his finger, wet with her nectar, to his lips inhaling the scent of her essence that glistened in the moonlight. He hungrily sucked at the cream before returning his finger to her waiting hole, her blood pulsing with her desire and anticipation.

She stared at his massive frame, mesmerized by the sculpted physique. She wondered what lay hidden beneath the loincloth still covering his manhood. As if reading her mind, Rüt tore at the cloth allowing it to fall to the ground exposing his large shaft standing fully erect before her. Never had she seen a male so stunningly endowed. She saw the long vein trace from the bulbous glans of his cock to the base, visibly pulsing with each beat of his heart. Her thighs began to ache for his touch as she imagined what ecstasy it might be to take this shaft into her womb, to feel the heat of this man, for at that moment he stopped being a beast.

"Rüt," she breathed heavily.

Feeling the beginning of her submission, he leaned down to breath in her musky scent. Despite her initial refusal and fear that had not completely diminished, she spread her legs slightly to allow him access to her womanhood. Raising her hips up to rest on his thighs, Rüt bent to face Lira's mound and inhaled deeply. The heat of his breath touched Lira's pubis as she arched to feel him closer to her. She inhaled sharply digging her fingers deeper into the rich soil as she felt the flick of his tongue on her clitoris, followed by a light kiss to tease it from its hiding place, which it readily obeyed.

Leaning back on her left arm, Lira placed her right hand on Rüt's head to pull him to her, and began to grind her hips into Rüt's face, openly desiring his attentions. Rüt looked up at her with satisfaction that his efforts were being rewarded, and plunged his tongue into her core, lapping up the sweet juices that had pooled at her opening. His actions became more urgent, as she bucked involuntarily with the electrical shocks sparked by each flick of his tongue on her skin. Feeling her arousal beginning to peak, he thrust a finger into her sodden pussy while clamping his lips around the hardened nub that peaked out from under the fold of soft pink skin.

"God, yes, Rüt, please don't stop. Please, I..." she moaned.

Eager to stimulate her every nerve and satisfy her every sexual desire, he located her pleasure center, her elusive g-spot, with deft precision and pressed his finger into the swollen flesh, rubbing firmly to elicit the flow of her ejaculate into his waiting mouth. It had been so long since the tender flesh had been stimulated by any man that it now pleaded for release. His touch was so expert, so precise. He did not need to wait long before she began to buck her hips into his fingers and tongue. Thoughts flooded her mind as she wondered who this man/beast was and how he could be such an adept lover. As soon as the questions reached her consciousness however, they were just as quickly discarded as her mind was emptied of all coherent thought to allow her full energy to focus on the pleasure wracking her body as every muscle seized in an orgasm that rocked her core and a rush of fluid coated her thighs.

Gasping for air, she could feel his tongue hungrily lapping at the stream of her cum squirting out at her lover. He peered at her from below his eyelashes, watching with pleasure at the effect he had on Lira, low grunts escaping his throat and vibrating through her as he suckled her nub to elicit waves of micro-orgasms shuddering her body until she slumped back to the ground from exhaustion. Rüt reluctantly pulled himself from the delicacy between her legs and gazed down at her torso drenched in sweat and oozing the sweet smell of her sex.

She looked up lazily at him and saw the erection pointed towards the evening sky. Anticipating he would next seek to release himself inside her willing and well-oiled sheath, she part her legs slightly wider. Yet, he did not attempt to satisfy his own immediate desire. Instead he gently picked her up and carried her back to her tent. If she hadn't been so tired, she would have leaned in to kiss him hungrily. She wanted to taste his lips, feel him overtake every inch of her body. Instead, she hugged his neck breathing his musky scent mingled with her juices as she absently fingered the metal collar binding his throat. She noticed it had no clasp or hinge. Still drunk from her recent orgasm, she wondered briefly how he had managed to get it on or how it could be removed.

At her camp, he knelt down to deposit her in the tent, where he joined her, wrapping his arms around the willing victim of his lust, warming her as she drifted to sleep.

Lira awoke in the dark and felt a heavy arm lying across her hip. In her groggy state, it took her a few seconds to realize it belonged to the man who had so recently assaulted her with a degree of pleasure her body had never experienced before. Her inner thighs were still sore and damp. She felt a fresh flow of liquid begin to flow as she recalled the details of his careful ministrations earlier. She felt something pressing uncomfortably into her backside and reached back to remove it. She gasped when she felt a rock hard penis poking into the fleshy curves of her buttock. She looked back to see him gazing longingly at her. His large beefy hands began to caress the swell of her breasts as she took hold of his cock in her small hand and pumped it gently to further attention. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her lips. She greedily accepted his tongue and darted her tongue into his mouth, as their mouths dueled and exchanged fluids.

"Rüt needs Belle," he breathed into her neck. Her body began to react again, as moisture seeped to the entrance of her opening. Rüt moved his hand down to her silky folds confirm his touch was having the desired effect on this woman resting in his arms. Lira moaned into Rüt's mouth as he pressed his finger into her waiting core. Rüt's kiss became more insistent, harder and deeper and Lira responded with the same intensity. As his fingers continued to play with her cunt and spread her juices, Lira turned on her back and splayed her legs wider, encouraging Rüt to dominate her completely.

"Take me now," she moaned. As if he had been simply waiting for this permission, Rüt accepted her invitation and repositioned himself over Lira's tiny form. The contrast in their body sizes could not have been greater, and Lira's eyes flashed with fear as she realized his size could easily tear her body. Recognizing her panic, Rüt murmured softly, "Rüt not hurt Belle."

His words caused her to relax, and she spread her thighs wider signaling her complete surrender and encouraging his violation of the flower she had recently tried so hard to protect. True to his monosyllabic promise, Rüt slowly penetrated her soft core, ever so gently pressing his massive rod into her wet hole, patiently allowing her warm juices to lubricate him and her vaginal walls to stretch to accommodate his girth. But Lira was burning with desire and impatient for fulfillment. Lira strained to encircle Rüt with her legs and pushed her hips up into Rüt, as he gently pressed further into her. Despite his care, Lira's thrust forced Rüt deep into her void. She screamed in pain as his hard cock hit her cervix. With concern in his eyes, Rüt immediately began to withdraw but Lira locked her legs behind him allowing her body to adjust to his size before she began to pulse her hips to meet his. She smiled meekly as he wiped away the tears that had formed in the corner of her eyes.

"Take me Rüt. Belle needs Rüt," she repeated his earlier declaration, mimicking his beast-like parlance.

Seeming to understand her urgency, Rüt plunged into her depths and lost himself in the warmth of her moist body.

"I am yours Rüt," she gasped, as she clung to him, kissing his neck and burying her fingers in the light carpet of hair on his chest moist with sweat while he thrust repeatedly into her cunt. Suddenly, he pulled away from her. Surprised and hurt, she looked up at him to see if she had displeased him. He gave her a soulful look, full of pain.

"Belle will stay. Belle home," he fingered her locks of hair hanging in her face, "Belle and Rüt home."

Lira looked at him, understanding immediately his request, or was it a demand. In either event, she would not make promises she could not keep. Despite her reckless pronouncements during her climax, she was not so intoxicated to agree to sacrifice her life for a one-night stand, especially given her history with men. Without answering, she tried to resume the passion of their lovemaking.

"Belle needs Rüt, Belle stay here," he demanded. She did not respond but just looked at Rüt, allowing him to read her answer in her face. A flash of anger mixed with the pain of rejection crossed his face as he thrust deeply into her and proceeded to fuck her brutally.

"Rüt needs Belle," he growled insistently, repeating the words over and over like a mantra. The beating on her pussy was pure angry lust revealing the more violent part of his nature, yet his animalistic need only served to arouse her to the brink of another orgasm. With each powerful thrust, she felt his cock stimulate her swollen pleasure spot and his large shaft rub against the hard nub of her clit. She moaned and stiffened under his reckless pounding.

Despite his altered stated as he viciously fucked her pussy, he slowed his pace as he felt her form tense, pressing into her until she bucked violently. Permitting his lover to fully experience the pleasure he had elicited in her, he held her hips tightly to his groin allowing her orgasm to wash over her before he resumed pounding her cunt with the shaft that was straining for release. As she began to come down from her orgasm, Lira watched Rut, astounded by his stamina and restraint, and touched by his attention to her needs even in the throes of his own passion and anger.

With each ensuing thrust, Rüt felt his orgasm rising, grunting more and more loudly with each slap of his body against her pussy. Wishing to advance and aid his release, Lira bucked her hips to meet each of his thrusts despite the spasms it caused to her sensitive flesh. Her cunt had been sufficiently stretched by his previous invasion that the force of their thrusts elicited an exhilarating blend of pleasure and pain as the head of his phallus collided with her cervix.

With every plunge of his cock deep inside her, Lira watched as the muscles in his hard body strained and with one final determined thrust she raised her hips and contracted her cunt around the dagger embedded to its hilt in her sheath. The constricting muscles pulsed around the engorged cock causing him to bellow into the night air as he erupted inside of her, his hot cum spraying into her waiting pussy, splashing against her walls with force, coating her, warming her until the last stream of his seed was released into her womb before he slumped over her. Holding his weight off her torso, his chest heaved, his body spent from the exertion. Lira felt an incredible affection warm her in her post coital bliss and she wrapped her legs around his body, pulling him into her, pressing him to lean on her. After some urging, he finally leaned on top of her, spreading his weight on all four of his limbs resting around her so that he was not too heavy for her small frame to bear.

"Rüt," she cooed in his ear, "soooo good."

Rüt repeated her sentiments. "Belle, so good," he murmured clinging to her. "Belle mine, Belle home."

She decided her response could wait until morning as they both drifted to sleep.