Silver And Black And White update

Sable’s body slipped against Peter’s, his sweat mixing with hers, her juices cajoling his cum. She jammed her white-haired sex to his groin and held herself almost unbearably taut around his throbbing cock. Her inner muscles went wildly spastic, squeezing and tensing on his prick until it was jerking, shooting, orgasmic. They rolled together in a knot of mutual ecstasy, their rapture robbing them of energy and filling them with contentment in the same instant.

“Oh… God… you fucked me… so… such a good fuck,” Sable breathed, her voice investing the sentence with all the meaning she was too drained to put into her usual elegant words.

“Of course it was good… you have a good body,” Peter retorted, gasping for breath himself.

“You fucked it good!” Sable moaned happily, soon laughing at the Ouroboros of their mutual compliments. “I love it… come with me to Symkaria… be my prince… start my royal family…”

“Your royal…” Peter looked down at Sable’s belly, which she covered with her hand and rubbed as though it were an erogenous zone. 

Felicia could sense the meaningfulness of Sable’s offer and how sincerely Peter was taken aback and she panicked, repressing her own desires for Peter to make an honest woman of her. “I think that’s my cue to leave,” she half-said, and mainly to herself, grabbing up her catsuit and making a stealthy exit.

“I can’t leave New York,” Peter said. “This city needs me.”

“Why?” Sable asked. “There are dozens of superheroes here. Police. The government. They can all do what you do. But you, Peter… you are the only one who can satisfy me… breed me… be my king… and you could do so much good as part of the Wildpack, too.”

“But… I mean… who would Jameson rant about… who would the police go on manhunts for?”

“Are you arguing with me or agreeing?” Sable asked.

“I’m not sure myself sometimes.”

Sable grinned, rubbing her body slightly against his. “I can feel part of you agreeing with me. Let me convince you some more. Stop thinking of me as a fling, Peter. Start thinking of me as a wife. Think of how good a wife I can be while I show you my appreciation for how good a husband you can be…”

 

***

Fifteen minutes later, she lay beside Peter, stroking the hair on his muscular thighs.

“Amazing,” she said, squeezing the firm yet compact muscle, almost unable to believe that it had had its role in propelling him into her so brutally.

“Hmm?” Peter asked drowsily.

“Your thighs,” Sable said.

“Why don’t you get a closer look at them if you like them so much?” Peter suggested, spreading his legs.

“A good wife always obeys her husband,” Sable said, positioning herself between his thighs, her face against the underside of his half-hard cock. “When he gives her instructions worth obeying.”

Peter clamped his toned thighs around her neck and was about to say more on the subject when Felicia burst back into the room. The unzipped catsuit she wore once more did nothing to diminish her looks, such was its fetishism, and the way her breasts heaved as she breathed heavily increased her appeal almost over what she would possess naked.

“There are cops all around this place! They’re getting a warrant! They’re going to arrest me!”

“What a coincidence,” Sable purred. It wasn’t lost on her that Felicia had become gruffly unamused, while she had as much purring contentment as Felicia had ever had. “Peter and I were just booking a flight to Symkaria. We could grant you asylum.”

“Yeah,” Peter muttered, “if you won’t miss the crown jewels.”

Sable flicked him on the knee. “That’s no way to talk about the woman who introduced us, my prince. I’m sure Felicia will be very grateful to us, and perfectly content in Symkaria.” She grinned fiercely. “As the royal consort.”

“Royal consort?” Felicia repeated. “I don’t watch The Crown. What’s that mean?”

“You know that collar you wear?” Peter explained. “Imagine it being a lot more literal.”

Felicia thought about it. “Can I take my cats?”