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Provocative Dancing and Otherworld Samurai Rabbits	By : Swallow Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2182 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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...because rabbits need love too.

So I was reading about the love lives of rabbits one time, and it turns out those cute wittle bunnies have powerful sex drives. The males can also be quite dominant and aggressive. They can growl and purr when aroused (sounds like some guys we know), and have even been known to sink their teeth into their mates. So I figure, combine those instincts with a character who's all about restraint and control even more than our boy Leo, and you got yourself a smut.

The Effects of Provacative Dancing on Otherworld Samurai Rabbits

Watch how a woman dances. A woman who dances well is also good in bed. It must have been Gen who once told him that, though now Usagi was discovering that a woman who was good in bed also dances well.

Lori had grabbed Melissa’s hands and pulled her off the sofa where she had been sitting between Leonardo and him, saying something about “giving the boys a treat.” She turned up the volume on the stereo, making it impossible to continue their conversation. He glanced at Leo, who shrugged, and turned his attention to the two women in the middle of the room.

I don’t see you enough. He hadn’t even had a moment alone with Melissa yet. Courtesy and propriety had prevented it. There had been people to greet and lives to catch up on, the long ride to the farmhouse, unpacking and dinner to help with. Watching her, it was all starting to catch up to him. His desire, too long apart from its source of release and too long held in check, began to overrule his senses.

The song was like the majority of the songs he seemed to hear in this world, emphasizing percussion and a driving, repetitive rhythm, and blatantly promising or demanding sex. Melissa undulated, rippling her body from knees to shoulders, while the rhythm seemed to have seized her pelvis in a firm grip and drove it forward in forthright thrusts with each beat. The equally beautiful Lori positioned herself behind her, matching her movements and running her hands along her hips and waist. If Lori was aware of exactly how much they were teasing all the males in the room, Melissa seemed lost in the music, oblivious. She was often too self-conscious in a group to let go like this. He decided he liked her this way.

I could eat you alive. Raw hunger, emanating first from his stomach, of all places, and then racing down to tighten in his groin, suddenly hit him full force. His cock stirred in his pants.

The song approached some kind of climax, and the women faced each other, their hips in unison, their hands caressing each other’s waists, hips, arms. Slowly, tauntingly, they drew closer, the tips of their breasts brushing. Melissa smiled at her friend and brought her fingertips to Lori’s cheek. Their lips drew tantalizingy close to each other.

“Oh, they are not,” Michaelangelo said from his position beside the sofa’s arm, in a tone of voice that said every part of him hoped that they would.

“Yeah, they will,” Raphael, on the other side of Michaelangelo, returned knowingly.

It was Melissa who finally closed the last distance between them, covering Lori’s mouth with her own. The males around them groaned in appreciation.

“Sweet,” Mike said, drawing out the word into a long, husky drawl of approval.

Usagi watched Melissa return Lori’s kiss with the sincere, affectionate ardor of one who had never in her life been able to fake an emotion. It was one of the things that killed him about her. There was no artifice with her, no pretense. Just pure expression.

“Hey Raph,” Mike said jokingly, “looks like you might get shut out tonight.”

“Like hell,” Raph muttered. He crossed the room to join the women. His arms encircled their waists, saying something Usagi couldn’t catch, making them both laugh. Melissa rested her head briefly on his shoulder. He kissed Lori while the hand at Melissa’s waist ran caressingly down her hip and back up.

Usagi snarled low in his throat. Raphael was not a favorite. Usagi didn’t begrudge Melissa her closeness to him or everything he had done for her, but still, in his opinion, Raphael put his hands on her too often and too intimately for someone who supposedly considered her like a sister. Raphael seemed to enjoy provoking trouble and confrontations just for the sake of them. A single word formed in Usagi’s mind. Mine.

“I don’t know, Usagi,” came Mike’s joking voice again, “you’d better –” He cut off abruptly as he got a look at the other’s expression. “Uh…never mind…I wonder where Leo and Don went to?”

Usagi felt the remains of his self control quietly slip from his grasp, abandoning him without remorse to the soft, hot night and promising to check in later. He got up smoothly and slowly from the sofa like a predator biding his time, approached the trio on the floor and gently, very gently, drew Melissa away from Raphael. This is mine. He deliberately turned his back on the turtle, not because he was in any way afraid to challenge him, but because some small part of his mind that could still reason knew that the slightest confrontation with him now would likely lead to the turtle’s blood on his hands. His body nearly shook with pent up aggression and lust.

“You,” he said to Melissa. “Upstairs. Now.”

“But why?” she began teasingly, and then stopped. The look in his eyes made the words die in her throat. She felt his hand against the small of her back tremble just slightly.

“Or I’ll fuck you right here on the floor.”

“Language,” she muttered, a little surprised. From anyone else, she would have thought he was setting a mood or slipping into a role, but Usagi had never been one to play games. She realized, with a sudden excitement causing her blood to race, that he was deadly serious. He really would drop her to the floor and tear her clothes off, regardless of who else might be in the room. Part of her wanted to push him just a little harder and let it happen. Were Raph and Lori still there? She couldn’t look away from his burning gaze to find out.

Slowly and deliberately, she pushed her pelvis into his. He had no shell to hide his arousal. She could feel his cock, already hard and swollen, pressed against her abdomen.

“Fine,” she said softly, grinding into him a little. “Let’s go.” She let Usagi guide her to the stairs, his hand still on the small of her back, the pads of his fingers deceptively light against her skin.

Once they were in the upstairs hallway and out of sight, she found herself suddenly lifted off her feet and slammed into the wall hard enough to force the air from her lungs. His mouth covered hers in a rough, greedy kiss, his body crushing hers up against the wall. She had never seen him quite like this. He had always been so careful of his strength, so conscientious of her and her history. And really, he didn’t need to be. She had grown to completely trust him with her body a long time ago. Now his sudden, predatory lust went to her head like a drug. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heels pressing against his buttocks, and returned his kiss with an aggressive passion equal to his, her tongue probing deeply into his mouth even as she struggled to breathe.

He abruptly broke off the kiss and lowered his forehead to her shoulder, breathing hard. Melissa felt tremors run through his arms and shoulders. She could sense he was trying to get himself under control.

She took his head in her hands, making him meet her gaze. “It’s ok. Let go.”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth.

Oh god, don’t hold back on me now. Not after he had just made her entire body frantic with wanting. “Yes,” she said stroking his face. “It’s ok.”

“You don’t know what-” he turned his head away, seemingly engaged in some intense inner struggle. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she assured, kissing the corner of his mouth, then full on the lips. “You won’t.” She began begging him, shamelessly clutching with her legs, grinding her sex into him. “Please, Usagi, please.” She had never been more ready, more desperate for him. “Fuck me hard.” She bit him along the side of his neck to show him what she wanted. “Fuck me.” She snatched his lower lip between her teeth, nipping fiercely. “Please, babe,” she whispered into his mouth.

The rest of the journey to her bedroom was a blur to Melissa. She returned to her senses with Usagi throwing her onto the bed and unceremoniously shoving her small t-shirt over her head, leaving her to untangle it off of her arms as he tugged her pants off. She sat up and impatiently helped him struggle out of his own clothes. He pushed her down onto the bed, nipping along her jaw and neck, pausing to suck on her throat as she tipped her head back and offered it to him.

She ran her hands down his back, savoring the soft, fine fur and the rock hard muscles beneath working under her hands as he prowled her. A memory suddenly flashed in her mind of the first time she had touched his body and the shock she had felt. She shouldn’t have been surprised; she had known he was as much a warrior as any of the turtles. But still, one just doesn’t expect someone with a rabbit’s countenance to be muscled like a leopard.

She thrust her pelvis into his, trying to maneuver her entrance of her sex under the head of his cock. She didn’t need any foreplay. She wanted him inside her, now. Her vaginal muscles pulsed in an incessant, aching throb, seeking him. She dug her nails into him, past his fur, finding skin. She gouged him along his back and sides, raking up bits of skin under her nails.

He hissed and seized her wrists, pinning them to either side of her head. His jaws suddenly closed over her throat with enough force to actually begin shutting off her airway. She froze, panting. Oh Jesus God. He eased off the pressure but growled a warning, his mouth and teeth hovering just above her vulnerable flesh.

“Behave,” he said, his voice rasping.

He raised his head and met her eyes, dark with lust, her pupils wide and dilated, her expression unafraid and completely unrepentant. She began to struggle against his hold, her fingers splaying out and then clenching into fists, arms and shoulders straining. She didn’t budge his grip so much as a millimeter. He laughed quietly at her efforts and lowered his head again, his teeth working their way down her breast. When he got to her nipple he settled his mouth over it, repeatedly nipping hard. The pain was fierce and sharp, and it inflamed her even more. Far from flinching away, her back arched helplessly and she thrust her breasts up to his mouth, whimpering, wordlessly begging for more. Her body thrashed and bucked under him, for all the good it did her. She felt as if she was pinned down by steel.

He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving the already painfully hardened nub the same treatment. “You like this?” he said between bites. “This what you want?”

“Yes,” she managed, gasping, though words were fast becoming a lost concept to her. “Yes!”

“You want more?” he asked, while his teeth never ceased pricking and tweaking at her tortured nipple.

“Ahhnnng!”

Usagi started moving down her body, nipping under her breasts, across the soft skin of her belly, down her lower abdomen. She suddenly realized he was not going to soften his bites, and he was going to bite her there. She braced herself for it, even as she opened her legs even wider and eagerly offered her cunt to him. He body trembled in anticipation, already at the very edge of release.

He sucked her clitoris between his teeth and showed her no mercy. He bit down on the erect, tender little bundle of nerves once, twice. The third nip sent her over the edge, and a powerful orgasm tore through her. She screamed at the top of her voice, no longer aware of even herself, much less the houseful of people who might hear her.

Before she had a chance to come down, Usagi withdrew from between her legs and turned her over, gripping her hips and raising her to her knees. He drove into her to the hilt without warning, and with such force it snatched her breath away. He gave her no moment to adjust to his size but immediately began thrusting hard into her, forcing her walls wide around his cock with each stabbing stroke.

He leaned over her, catching the place where her shoulder met her neck in his teeth. She felt him latch on hard, holding her in place when her body would have been jolted forward with the force each thrust. Her hands clawed at the blankets, searching for something, anything to grab onto. Her skin where he gripped her with his teeth stretched taught and released over and over as her body rocked under the pounding. He braced himself on one hand and reached the other back between her legs. His fingers found her clit.

“Ah god! Please…Please!” Melissa wasn’t sure what she was begging for anymore. Her body was on a complete overload of sensations. The mixture of pain and pleasure - there was no difference between them, it was all one in the same - his teeth sinking into her, his cock driving into her, his fingers rubbing and pinching at her clit. She could not stop screaming, occasional words mixed in with inarticulate, passionate cries. Another orgasm suddenly erupted in her from nowhere. She buried her face in the torn up blankets, shrieking, while her body blew into a thousand pieces.

Usagi released her neck and straightened, now gripping her hips in his hands. The new angle thrust him even more deeply inside of her; it felt like he was driving his cock into her womb itself. She moaned weakly into the blankets, too drained to scream any more, simply letting him ride her as hard as he wanted until he was spent. She reached back between her legs, finding his balls. They were already taught and drawn up tight to his body. She stroked and tickled them with her fingertips, encouraging him. Within seconds he, too, came, pulling her ass hard against his pelvis as his entire body stiffened under the mounting pressure and he released, exploding inside her with a hoarse cry, jerking as he came.

He gathered Melissa in his arms when he finished and lay down, still inside her, embracing her from behind. They lay quietly for some minutes, letting their bodies ease down, his cock eventually slipping gently from her sheath. Melissa felt a drop of sweat ball up and trickle over her shoulder. Gonna be sore tomorrow, she thought contentedly.

Behind her, Usagi nuzzled his face into her hair. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said quietly.

She chuckled softly, “I think you just showed me.” Actually, she was quite pleased with herself. Here was someone who prided himself on his self-control, and she had driven him absolutely out of his mind. She was nearly purring in satisfaction.

“Oh,” he said after a moment, as if he had just noticed something, a hint of worry in his voice. He released her and reached behind him to turn on a light. “Oh, no.”

“What?” she asked, puzzled but too relaxed to trouble herself much about anything.

“Um, I think I went too far.” His fingers traced the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “You’re bleeding.”

She touched the spot herself and her fingers came away with blood on them. Hmm. She hadn’t realized he had bitten her that hard. She regarded her bloody fingers, a little bemused by it all but completely unconcerned.

“I am so sorry, Melissa.” His voice, genuinely distressed and remorseful, snapped her to attention.

“No, don’t be,” she reassured him. “I wanted it.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been that –“

“Usagi,” she cut him off, turning to him and taking his face in her hands. “Please. Don’t beat yourself up about this. You didn’t hurt me. I didn’t even feel it.” She couldn’t help the grin that spread over her face. “If you didn’t notice I came twice. Hard.” She kissed him, letting her tongue make a quick, gentle foray into his mouth before pulling back. “I loved every second of it.”

He pulled her close and embraced her tightly for a moment, reassured, and not for the first time grateful beyond words to have her. He smiled to himself. “You are so good to me,” he murmured, his face buried in her hair.

He turned her back over, brushing her hair away from her shoulders. She felt him place a soft, sucking kiss on the wound, then his tongue swept gently over it. She stiffened a little, not quite knowing what to make of this. God, he’s licking up my blood. “Uh, it’s ok,” she said. “I can get a washcloth.”

“Please,” he whispered. “Let me.”

He ran one hand soothingly down her upper arm as he resumed licking and nursing the bite, taking his time with it. She allowed herself to settle under his hand. He truly had remarkable hands. Hard, powerful, and callused, the palms and underside of his fingers were also covered with a very fine, dense down, giving his hands a texture almost like velvet. She loved the blend of sensations, the rasp of calluses combined with the soft stroke of velvet, she began to relax completely as his hand roamed caressingly over her skin.

Lying on her stomach, Melissa rested her forehead on her hands and gave herself up to his ministrations. He finished tending her small wound and moved to the nape of her neck, licking and kissing. He slowly began to work his way over her body, across either shoulder then down, tracing her spine with kisses and back up one side, then down the other. He couldn’t resist using his teeth a little when he arrived at her buttocks, sucking some of the round, taut globes into his mouth and very carefully bearing down, just enough prevent tickling. He used his tongue to trace the crack between them lightly, not probing, until he came to her sex. He avoided this area for now, instead kissing along the juncture where her ass met her thighs.

By the time he had worked his way down the backs of her thighs, she had decided there was nothing in this world more exquisite than a tongue bath from Miyamoto Usagi. She was also, to her own surprise, starting to become aroused again. His mouth traveled down her calves to her feet. He kissed and sucked along each arch before reaching up with one hand to grasp her hip and gently roll her over. She sighed happily as she turned over for him.

He sucked her toes into his mouth on at a time, then began his journey up her legs and inner thighs, nudging her legs wider apart as he went. He settled himself in front of her sex, eyeing with some regret the raw, swollen bud of her clitoris, a little appalled at himself for having had the nerve to actually bite her there. He tenderly kissed her nether lips, the soft, dewy flesh feeling as delicate as flower petals under his mouth. He began to lick gently at her cunt, not touching her clit, letting his actions be more soothing than exciting. She was evidently becoming excited anyway, a new wave of pheromones filling his senses, her vaginal entrance producing fresh, sweet juices. He felt his cock, rested enough, begin to harden in response. On his next pass he let his tongue, very delicately, brush against her tender clit. He heard her breath catch at the touch. He glanced up at her, gauging her reaction.

“Is that ok?” he asked.

“Mmmm, yes,” she murmured. “Keep doing that.” Was that ok? Was he kidding? He could lie there and lick her all night if he wanted to. Knowing him, he just might. She felt as if she were floating on the wonderful sensations as he returned his attention to her cunt. He kept the pace easy, gentle, his tongue running the whole length of her vagina, each long, slow stroke raising her a little higher as it passed over her clit.

Her pleasure fed his. Usagi delighted in the feel of her body climbing inexorably under his hands as he ran his tongue over and over through her folds, catching a little more of her juices on his tongue with each swipe, along with some of his own come as it began to seep out of her, mingling with her essence. He didn’t mind that. Nothing whatever could turn him off her. He would have to admit that she was not the kind of woman he had ever imagined himself with. But since he had gotten to know her, he found that everything about her, the look and feel of her, her scent, her taste - and still more than that, her spirit, her entire being – perfectly suited and satisfied him. She could have been made for him.

The slow, patient build to climax was starting to become unbearable for Melissa. She squirmed under him, wanting him to linger on her clit. He obliged her for just a few moments, lapping rapidly on the little bundle of nerves before resuming the sweet, teasing torture of his long, measured strokes. She saw her orgasm approaching as if from a distance, building like a rising tide, vaster and greater than one had ever been, and when it finally washed over her, it was endless. She came more gently this time, and had never in her life experienced a more prolonged orgasm. The usual point where her body and mind could take no more never arrived. He held her suspended in the moment of ecstasy, the tender, relentless strokes of his tongue not enough to overload her nerves, yet too potent to let her fall back to earth. Every brush against her clit lifted her on a fresh wave instead of allowing her to crash. Minutes must have passed before she finally had to reach for him, lifting his face from her sex and asking him to stop.

He met her gaze as he crawled up her body, her eyes still lost in the experience, and in him.

“Love you,” she whispered, pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. A bonus for him, it was something she rarely said of her own initiative, even after all her time with him still wary of a negative reaction.

His erection stood once more at full attention, and without breaking the kiss he positioned the head at her entrance, pressing inside her. He buried himself in her gradually, burrowing an inch at a time with each thrust, until he bottomed out deep inside her, the head of his cock penetrating beyond her cervix and into her womb, their pelvic bones hard against each other. He released her mouth and ground against her. Ah, gods! He loved that feeling, inside her to the hilt, completely possessing her, and possessed by her. He heard her whimper his name as she grasped his shoulders, hanging on, and he began rocking easily inside her, finding a rhythm.

She gasped, clutching him with her arms and legs. “I…ah!…I can’t stop coming,” she said, her breath coming in desperate pants. He groaned at her words, the pace and power of his thrusts gradually increasing in his own need to find release. She strove with him, using all the strength she had left, meeting his thrusts and embracing him tightly from within as her limbs embraced him from without. She cried out softly against his shoulder as she felt his body gather itself and he came, filling her.

He collapsed on top of her with just enough foresight to brace himself on his elbows to avoid crushing her. They lay that way for a long time, immobile. Melissa’s breathing eventually slowed down, becoming soft and regular as weariness finally begin to overtake her. She had never been more thoroughly satisfied or profoundly exhausted in her life.

“You sleeping?” he asked, his voice low and gentle in her ear.

She opened her eyes a little and smiled softly. “Not yet. M’tired, tho’.”

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and settled her on his chest, the way she liked to be, his arms surrounding her. One of her legs nestled between his. She snuggled into the soft fur on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart under her cheek. He was extraordinarily comfortable to sleep on.

“So do you think anyone will miss us if we don’t leave this bed for the next few days?”

Already drifting off, she couldn’t muster the energy to respond in words. “Hmm mmm,” she managed.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you,” he said quietly. It was the last thing she heard before falling into a deep, contented sleep.
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Provocative Dancing and Otherworld Samurai Rabbits