Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stars of Fate ❯ Chapter Forty One ( Chapter 41 )
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By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.08.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Sci-fi / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 03.08.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 170 | Status: Completed
Yori could taste the blood in his mouth as her ass rubbed against his dick. This wasn't fair! Not at all! With a growl he moved from her. "I'm...not...giving in," he said, breathing heavily as if he was doing everything in his power not to ravage her senseless.
Alana stood. "We'll see about that," she muttered and slid the dress on then some shoes and her coat.
Yori was still panting as she got dressed. He kept his eyes on her the entire time to make certain that she wasn't going to do anything funny. Once he was confident that she was finished, he moaned softly as he grabbed his cock. Blue balls hurt like hell! He muttered curses beneath his breath as he gently put on his pants and shirt.
"You ok? You look a little...blue," she said with a smirk.
Yori glared at her and bared his fangs. "My cock hates me."
She lifted her dress and ran her fingers over her wet pussy. "You can always make it feel better."
He looked at her crotch and shook his head. It was going to be a long night. "I'm not giving into you, you...evil little sex kitty!"
She walked over to him and rubbed her body against him. Her hand massaged his cock through his pants. "Suit yourself," she smirked and walked away.
"Fuck!" Yori yelled as she walked away. Grabbing his coat, he threw it on and stormed past her. Every step he took hurt. "We're getting fish," he said sourly.
"I like fish!" she sang and grabbed his arm while nuzzling him. "It's ok, Yori. I'll wait for when you want to cave."
"For the record," he said through bared fangs. "If I do 'cave' it does not mean that I beg for it...not that I'm going to 'cave'. You will beg for my cock long before then."
"Sure sure," she said rolling her eyes. "Don't you know that I'm made for this kind of thing?"
"Made for what? Torturing me?"
"Teasing," she said and rubbed his cock again.
He stopped and moaned. "You have to stop that before I rape you."
"That's the point," she said rubbing more.
He growled softly, his anger fading into a purr. "Stop..."
"Beg me to."
His eyes snapped open as he glared and moved away. "Never."
She shrugged and kept rubbing. His cock was pulsating and she could feel it even through his pants. She knew it was hurting but she wasn't going to stop until he begged her to.
He growled and grabbed her hands, forcing her from his cock. His breathing was heavy and eyes wild. "Stop. You're not going to win. Let's just go eat."
She jerked her hands from him and pushed him against a wall. "Beg me to," she purred into his ear and started rubbing again.
He could taste the blood in his mouth as he bit through his lip. Pushing against her he was soon clawing at the wall, pulling himself up from her grasp. She was stronger than he was, but she wasn't accustomed to the speed of an Eldarian. He jumped past her, landing and groaning in pain as he grabbed his crotch. "My cock is off limits to you!"
"Fine!" Alana growled. "Just so you know, this means war!" she yelled.
"War? War was you parading yourself around and giving me blueThat was war." He was still hunched over tenderly cradling his cock through his pants.
"Well consider this the start of the second war," she said sharply and walked pass him to the restaurant.
Slamming his hand into the wall beside him, the corner of it shattered beneath his claws. Once he felt that he could walk again he caught up to her at the restaurant. "Two fish plates. Two special milks and a fish cake," he said, glaring daggers at Alana as they prepared their food.
Alana plastered a smile on her face. She didn't need him. She got alone just fine before he came into her life. She sat back in her chair and wiggled in her g-string. As soon as they would get home, she was going to play with herself.
Yori didn't...or rather couldn't take his eyes off of her as she sat there and wiggled in her chair. All he could think about was her g-string sliding over her ass and her wet pussy calling out to him. He gently stroked himself beneath the large cloth of the table. His cock was still throbbing, and just staring at her wasn't doing much better.
Alana looked over at him and smirked. She slid her hand on her thigh and up her dress. Lightly she brushed herself and purred while looking at him. Her fingers danced over her pussy as she purred and locked her eyes on his.
Yori took a deep breath, he could smell her. It was intoxicating. "Others will be able to smell," he hissed softly, licking his lips as if he was desperate.
"Better claim me before they do," she smirked.
"You're already mine," he growled softly. "You're covered in my scent. They won't touch you out of fear."
She bit her lip in a moan. People were looking over at her. She was use to being in the spot light. Shockingly, this didn't bother her so much. Was it because she was in heat. She continued to play with herself, searching for a release.
Yori could see her building as her face tightened and flushed. She wouldn't really? This was a public restaurant. People were staring. The horny young males looking at her with desire and lust. They could smell her, they knew she was in heat.
"Yori...I can't hold back..." she moaned.
"Stop it," he whispered in a hiss. If she came in the restaurant there would be sixteen horny Eldarians all over her. "You can't do that here."
"I can't..." she groaned and reached for him across the table. "Yori..." She was so close.
Yori took her hand and grabbed it hard. All the males in the restaurant had stopped what they were doing and was just staring. His tail snuck down from the table and ran up between her legs. "You have to stop." His tail brushed against her hand.
She stopped and looked over at him. "Will you keep denying me?"
He bit his lip. Technically if he said no it wouldn't be considered begging. In fact, it would mean that he was helping her. "No, I won't deny you," he told her. She needed him. That was why he wouldn't deny her.
"Say you need me, Yori...say you want me..."
Yori stared around the room. Everyone was now staring and listening in. Anything he said could be heard. "Can't we do this some place private?"
"I can't control myself, Yori...I don't know how to stop this feeling," she said with a blush.
Yori looked around the room. "Can you stand?"
Alana pulled her hand from his and started to stand on her shaky legs. "Yes..." she hissed. Her body was on fire. She knew people were looking but she didn't care. She needed him, badly. Every inch of her wanted to pull him on the table and just do it in front of all of them. Were all Eldarian females this out of control while in heat? And she had to go through this for two to three weeks? This was cruel. Her name would be ruined by the time it was over.
When she stood Yori's eyes traveled down to between her legs where her hand still was. Blushing he moved in front of her. All the guys wanted a piece of her. He could smell their lust. Pulling at her, he ushered her to the back of the restaurant. Everyone knew what they were going to do, but he didn't care, at least they wouldn't be able to see them. "You're soaking wet," he whispered as he ran his hand against her pussy through her g-string.
"I don't care if I beg...please, Yori...please..."
He looked at her. She looked almost as if she was in pain from not being...fucked. His hands went to his pants as he pulled out his cock. Turning her around he nuzzled her back and pushed her forward. He slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as he pulled her thong down.
Alana put her hands on the wall to brace herself as he stood behind her. "Please, Yori. Now..."
He stroked his cock and stared at her. God this was a wonderful site. Her pussy was dripping wet and begging for him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back as he pushed himself into her. Alana nearly screamed at the feeling. She was so hot. Her claws dug into the wall and she pushed back, ramming him into her. Yori had to keep himself in control. He had to keep his claws in or she was going to walk back to their table in nothing but a thong. He pushed into her quickly, his eyes trailing over her ass and down to her pussy which expanded to accommodate his girth with each thrust into her. He moaned softly, not caring if anyone heard.
"Say it," he hissed as he pumped into her. "Say you need it."
"Yes!" Alana screamed. "Yes I need it!"
Her own fooling around had been her undoing. She'd gotten so worked up that she did need his cock. He could hear one of the Eldarians choking as she screamed. Going back to eat was going to be awkward, but he didn't care.
"What do you need?" He smacked her ass as he pumped into her, his hands reaching out and grabbing her breasts through her dress.
Alana was so close. "You, Yori...you and your cock!"
"Damn right," he hissed. "You're a little slut. All you want is my cock. Isn't that right?"
"Yes!" she cried. She didn't have to say anymore. She screamed out once again as she came and her body shook. Her legs were going weak and she was breathing hard.
Yori held her up so that he could finish. HIs cock throbbed and pulsated as it came, shooting spurts of cum into her quivering pussy. "I told you, you needed it," he said in pants.
Alana shivered as the hotness left her and she suddenly had control once more. Slowly, she stood and pulled him out of her. She was blushing madly. This had to be the single most embarrassing moment of her life.
Yori pulled her thong back up in an attempt to keep his cum from running down her leg. Rubbing his cock on his boxers, he slipped them back into his pants and zipped them up. "See. You couldn't resist," he smirked.
She turned to him. "You knew I couldn't control it and you used it against me..." she said. "People were just staring at me!"
He held up his hands in defense. "Whoa! It's not like I made you touch yourself and get hot and horny. I wanted you to stop so no one else tried to rape you."
She smacked him. "I'm blaming you anyways!"
"But it's not my fault! I just wanted us to have dinner! You're the one who wanted to get hot and freaky!" He stopped as a waiter walked past them, trying hard not to laugh. "You screamed about my cock.... We're never living this down. Let's hold our heads up high and go finish our meal."
"I'm not going back in there..." she said crossing her arms.
"Well me and my wonderful cock are."
"Fine!" she yelled and started to go out the back way. "I'm going home!"
He reached out and grabbed her tail, pulling on it so she would stop. "Stay here," he ordered. "I'll be right back."
She took her tail from him. That really hurt... Watching him leave another waiter passed. "What are you looking at!?" she growled.
Yori returned a few minutes later and smirked as he saw her holding her tail. "I told you the tail was sensitive. Come on, it seems that fish boy has rubbed off on me." He gave her a mischievous smirk with that.
She took his hand. "Where are we going?"
"Up." Yori led her to the side of the building and took her upstairs to the second story. It was mainly used for storage for the restaurant, but he'd had a table set up with candles and their meal. "Now we can eat and you don't have to worry about people trying to get in your underwear."
Alana smirked. "How...unlike you."
"Don't get use to it," he told her. "I'm just pleased that you finally admitted you needed me."
"Shut up," she groaned and sat down.
Yori reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Pressing a button he smiled. 'You, Yori...you and your cock!' Looking over at her he put the phone back in his pocket. "I'm keeping that."
She buried her hands in her face. "I hate you."
Alana stood. "We'll see about that," she muttered and slid the dress on then some shoes and her coat.
Yori was still panting as she got dressed. He kept his eyes on her the entire time to make certain that she wasn't going to do anything funny. Once he was confident that she was finished, he moaned softly as he grabbed his cock. Blue balls hurt like hell! He muttered curses beneath his breath as he gently put on his pants and shirt.
"You ok? You look a little...blue," she said with a smirk.
Yori glared at her and bared his fangs. "My cock hates me."
She lifted her dress and ran her fingers over her wet pussy. "You can always make it feel better."
He looked at her crotch and shook his head. It was going to be a long night. "I'm not giving into you, you...evil little sex kitty!"
She walked over to him and rubbed her body against him. Her hand massaged his cock through his pants. "Suit yourself," she smirked and walked away.
"Fuck!" Yori yelled as she walked away. Grabbing his coat, he threw it on and stormed past her. Every step he took hurt. "We're getting fish," he said sourly.
"I like fish!" she sang and grabbed his arm while nuzzling him. "It's ok, Yori. I'll wait for when you want to cave."
"For the record," he said through bared fangs. "If I do 'cave' it does not mean that I beg for it...not that I'm going to 'cave'. You will beg for my cock long before then."
"Sure sure," she said rolling her eyes. "Don't you know that I'm made for this kind of thing?"
"Made for what? Torturing me?"
"Teasing," she said and rubbed his cock again.
He stopped and moaned. "You have to stop that before I rape you."
"That's the point," she said rubbing more.
He growled softly, his anger fading into a purr. "Stop..."
"Beg me to."
His eyes snapped open as he glared and moved away. "Never."
She shrugged and kept rubbing. His cock was pulsating and she could feel it even through his pants. She knew it was hurting but she wasn't going to stop until he begged her to.
He growled and grabbed her hands, forcing her from his cock. His breathing was heavy and eyes wild. "Stop. You're not going to win. Let's just go eat."
She jerked her hands from him and pushed him against a wall. "Beg me to," she purred into his ear and started rubbing again.
He could taste the blood in his mouth as he bit through his lip. Pushing against her he was soon clawing at the wall, pulling himself up from her grasp. She was stronger than he was, but she wasn't accustomed to the speed of an Eldarian. He jumped past her, landing and groaning in pain as he grabbed his crotch. "My cock is off limits to you!"
"Fine!" Alana growled. "Just so you know, this means war!" she yelled.
"War? War was you parading yourself around and giving me blueThat was war." He was still hunched over tenderly cradling his cock through his pants.
"Well consider this the start of the second war," she said sharply and walked pass him to the restaurant.
Slamming his hand into the wall beside him, the corner of it shattered beneath his claws. Once he felt that he could walk again he caught up to her at the restaurant. "Two fish plates. Two special milks and a fish cake," he said, glaring daggers at Alana as they prepared their food.
Alana plastered a smile on her face. She didn't need him. She got alone just fine before he came into her life. She sat back in her chair and wiggled in her g-string. As soon as they would get home, she was going to play with herself.
Yori didn't...or rather couldn't take his eyes off of her as she sat there and wiggled in her chair. All he could think about was her g-string sliding over her ass and her wet pussy calling out to him. He gently stroked himself beneath the large cloth of the table. His cock was still throbbing, and just staring at her wasn't doing much better.
Alana looked over at him and smirked. She slid her hand on her thigh and up her dress. Lightly she brushed herself and purred while looking at him. Her fingers danced over her pussy as she purred and locked her eyes on his.
Yori took a deep breath, he could smell her. It was intoxicating. "Others will be able to smell," he hissed softly, licking his lips as if he was desperate.
"Better claim me before they do," she smirked.
"You're already mine," he growled softly. "You're covered in my scent. They won't touch you out of fear."
She bit her lip in a moan. People were looking over at her. She was use to being in the spot light. Shockingly, this didn't bother her so much. Was it because she was in heat. She continued to play with herself, searching for a release.
Yori could see her building as her face tightened and flushed. She wouldn't really? This was a public restaurant. People were staring. The horny young males looking at her with desire and lust. They could smell her, they knew she was in heat.
"Yori...I can't hold back..." she moaned.
"Stop it," he whispered in a hiss. If she came in the restaurant there would be sixteen horny Eldarians all over her. "You can't do that here."
"I can't..." she groaned and reached for him across the table. "Yori..." She was so close.
Yori took her hand and grabbed it hard. All the males in the restaurant had stopped what they were doing and was just staring. His tail snuck down from the table and ran up between her legs. "You have to stop." His tail brushed against her hand.
She stopped and looked over at him. "Will you keep denying me?"
He bit his lip. Technically if he said no it wouldn't be considered begging. In fact, it would mean that he was helping her. "No, I won't deny you," he told her. She needed him. That was why he wouldn't deny her.
"Say you need me, Yori...say you want me..."
Yori stared around the room. Everyone was now staring and listening in. Anything he said could be heard. "Can't we do this some place private?"
"I can't control myself, Yori...I don't know how to stop this feeling," she said with a blush.
Yori looked around the room. "Can you stand?"
Alana pulled her hand from his and started to stand on her shaky legs. "Yes..." she hissed. Her body was on fire. She knew people were looking but she didn't care. She needed him, badly. Every inch of her wanted to pull him on the table and just do it in front of all of them. Were all Eldarian females this out of control while in heat? And she had to go through this for two to three weeks? This was cruel. Her name would be ruined by the time it was over.
When she stood Yori's eyes traveled down to between her legs where her hand still was. Blushing he moved in front of her. All the guys wanted a piece of her. He could smell their lust. Pulling at her, he ushered her to the back of the restaurant. Everyone knew what they were going to do, but he didn't care, at least they wouldn't be able to see them. "You're soaking wet," he whispered as he ran his hand against her pussy through her g-string.
"I don't care if I beg...please, Yori...please..."
He looked at her. She looked almost as if she was in pain from not being...fucked. His hands went to his pants as he pulled out his cock. Turning her around he nuzzled her back and pushed her forward. He slid his hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as he pulled her thong down.
Alana put her hands on the wall to brace herself as he stood behind her. "Please, Yori. Now..."
He stroked his cock and stared at her. God this was a wonderful site. Her pussy was dripping wet and begging for him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her back as he pushed himself into her. Alana nearly screamed at the feeling. She was so hot. Her claws dug into the wall and she pushed back, ramming him into her. Yori had to keep himself in control. He had to keep his claws in or she was going to walk back to their table in nothing but a thong. He pushed into her quickly, his eyes trailing over her ass and down to her pussy which expanded to accommodate his girth with each thrust into her. He moaned softly, not caring if anyone heard.
"Say it," he hissed as he pumped into her. "Say you need it."
"Yes!" Alana screamed. "Yes I need it!"
Her own fooling around had been her undoing. She'd gotten so worked up that she did need his cock. He could hear one of the Eldarians choking as she screamed. Going back to eat was going to be awkward, but he didn't care.
"What do you need?" He smacked her ass as he pumped into her, his hands reaching out and grabbing her breasts through her dress.
Alana was so close. "You, Yori...you and your cock!"
"Damn right," he hissed. "You're a little slut. All you want is my cock. Isn't that right?"
"Yes!" she cried. She didn't have to say anymore. She screamed out once again as she came and her body shook. Her legs were going weak and she was breathing hard.
Yori held her up so that he could finish. HIs cock throbbed and pulsated as it came, shooting spurts of cum into her quivering pussy. "I told you, you needed it," he said in pants.
Alana shivered as the hotness left her and she suddenly had control once more. Slowly, she stood and pulled him out of her. She was blushing madly. This had to be the single most embarrassing moment of her life.
Yori pulled her thong back up in an attempt to keep his cum from running down her leg. Rubbing his cock on his boxers, he slipped them back into his pants and zipped them up. "See. You couldn't resist," he smirked.
She turned to him. "You knew I couldn't control it and you used it against me..." she said. "People were just staring at me!"
He held up his hands in defense. "Whoa! It's not like I made you touch yourself and get hot and horny. I wanted you to stop so no one else tried to rape you."
She smacked him. "I'm blaming you anyways!"
"But it's not my fault! I just wanted us to have dinner! You're the one who wanted to get hot and freaky!" He stopped as a waiter walked past them, trying hard not to laugh. "You screamed about my cock.... We're never living this down. Let's hold our heads up high and go finish our meal."
"I'm not going back in there..." she said crossing her arms.
"Well me and my wonderful cock are."
"Fine!" she yelled and started to go out the back way. "I'm going home!"
He reached out and grabbed her tail, pulling on it so she would stop. "Stay here," he ordered. "I'll be right back."
She took her tail from him. That really hurt... Watching him leave another waiter passed. "What are you looking at!?" she growled.
Yori returned a few minutes later and smirked as he saw her holding her tail. "I told you the tail was sensitive. Come on, it seems that fish boy has rubbed off on me." He gave her a mischievous smirk with that.
She took his hand. "Where are we going?"
"Up." Yori led her to the side of the building and took her upstairs to the second story. It was mainly used for storage for the restaurant, but he'd had a table set up with candles and their meal. "Now we can eat and you don't have to worry about people trying to get in your underwear."
Alana smirked. "How...unlike you."
"Don't get use to it," he told her. "I'm just pleased that you finally admitted you needed me."
"Shut up," she groaned and sat down.
Yori reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Pressing a button he smiled. 'You, Yori...you and your cock!' Looking over at her he put the phone back in his pocket. "I'm keeping that."
She buried her hands in her face. "I hate you."