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Writings of the Heart	By : meathead13 Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 3683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay! Here it is! Something dirty to appease you. Please be gentle, it’s my first time...writing
smut, that is! ;0)
Chapter Seven: Combustion
Sleep didn’t come easily for Carrie the past two nights, her dreams haunted by memories of her old flame and the fight she had with Raphael. The two had not spoke since that night on the porch, and Raphael had been crashing out in the barn, sleeping in the hay loft among the many bails. Carrie didn’t care, and she still continued her mediation sessions with Leonardo while Raphael looked down on them. But only after Leonardo left her to do her yoga exercises that she felt no sense of comfort knowing he was watching her, and would often catch his brown eyes casting an angry glare at her.
Carrie had seen Mark again as she went into town to try Leonardo’s phone, but found he had nothing more to say to her. Carrie always hated the way Mark would show off his family fortune, rubbing the townspeople’s noses in it like a dog’s nose in its own feces, and it was one of the many reasons Carrie was glad she had not married him like he had suggested. She was not about to give up on herself and her career, especially for a snob who changes women like his changes his underwear. But Carrie was never brave enough to stand up to his hateful and degrading words, even when he began to cheat on her, and from what had happened the day at the market, Carrie knew part of her was still stuck under Mark’s thumb, his words still having their demeaning effects on her.
The sun had been up for a few hours, and Carrie still found herself laying in her queen-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling at the swirled design that encircled the fan. She knew she had to get up and get started on her next book, her once anxious feeling to get her new character in between her beloved Jackie and Luke almost gone. Carrie instead turned onto her stomach, and brought her pillows over her head, moaning in protest to the light outside. And after another hour had passed by, Carrie threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom.
A long, hot shower brought some comfort to Carrie. She wrapped a towel around her body, then proceeded to put one on her wet hair when she noticed the door handle jiggle around.
“Yes?” Carrie held her breath, hoping it wasn’t a certain red-masked turtle.
“Sorry,” Leonardo’s voice called back. “I didn’t know you were in there.”
“Hang on!” Carrie finished with her hair and gathered up her dirty clothes from the tiled floor. “Okay, count to five!”
Leonardo smiled and did just that, still finding it funny that he had give Carrie five seconds to go back into her bedroom and lock the door behind her before he enter. He gave her a little more time, then cracked the door, peering around to see if she was gone. The coast was clear, and Leonardo went about his business. After washing his hands and grabbing for his tooth brush, Leonardo noticed from the mirror that Carrie had not closed the adjacent door to her bedroom all the way. He took a step closer, stopping when the sounds of a hair dryer began, and his hand pushed firmly on the door. It was almost closed, and Leonardo couldn’t help but feel a sudden need to look at what was behind the door. His brain told him otherwise, to turn around and ignore the need, but the suppressed sexual feelings that Leonardo had been hiding were growing stronger, and he could do nothing more than give into temptation.
He pulled the door back, leaving a space as wide as one of his fingers, and he swallowed the nervous lump in his throat as he peered through the crack, memorized at once by the sight of Carrie’s bare back. His eyes wondered around, watching her hands move around her wet hair with the blow dryer, then down the curve in her spine, finally resting on the sky blue satin panties that covered her rear end. Carrie suddenly turned her hair over and bent at the waist, and Leonardo caught a brief glance of her right breast before her arm moved over it. The turtle shivered, wanting to feel disgusted with himself, but at the same wanting to see and possible feel even more of Carrie. He breathing slowed, coming out in staggered puffs of air as Carrie straighten up and pushed one of her hips out, the panties clinging tightly to her every move. Leonardo clenched his fist, trying to push away the urge to pleasure himself like he had done countless times before, and he choose to instead shut the door and forget what he had just seen. He leaned back, slowly pushing the door and regaining his composure at the same time, and turned to leave, only to find his brother standing in his way.
“Doin’ a little sight seenin’, Leo?” Raphael smiled wickedly, pleased to find his wholesome brother in such an awkward position. “Ya know, maybe if you just went in there and tossed her on the bed, she’d let ya have a go.”
“Shut up, Raph.” Leonardo glared at his brother, his embarrassment growing by the moment.
“God, Leo! Get over yerself already!” Raphael cried out as he followed Leonardo back down the steps. “Just admit you wanna fuck her and get it over with! I ain’t gonna bother me one damn bit!”
Leonardo halted and turned around, his finger poised in his brother’s face, and his mouth open to speak, but nothing came out. An impatient growl escaped instead, and Leonardo continued his march out the back door. The glare from the snow blinded him for a second as he stomped across the back yard and into the barn, Raphael running right on his heels.
“Leo, why can’t ya just accept that yer normal?” Raphael asked as he took a seat on a hay bail and watched his brother work through a series of sped-up kata routines. “Everyone has them kinda feelings, bro. Just let it out and you’ll feel better!”
When no response came back and Leonardo pushed harder into his exercise, Raphael couldn’t stop the urge to keep pestering his brother.
“I always figured I’d be the first one ta bag her.” Raphael looked around, then spoke again. “And ta tell you the truth, that little fight we had, I’d be lyin’ if I said it didn’t turn me on! Her temper blows me away!”
Leonardo lowered his swords and glared at his brother. “Can’t you talk about something else besides sex?!”
“Not till ya admit ya want it!” Raphael leaned back against the barn wall and grinned. “Yeah, I gonna piss her off some more and then just go for it. Nothin’ better than angry sex, I’m tellin’ ya! Brings out the animal in ya!”
“Would you please leave?!” Leonardo asked as politely as he could, but found his request fell on deaf ears.
“I wonder what kinda kinky shit she’s inta?” Raphael gazed up to the hay loft and rubbed at his chin. “I bet she’s one of them domineerin’ types. That holds a problem for me, but you, Leo, you might enjoy having a girl smack ya around.”
Leonardo sighed through his clenched teeth, and tighten his grip on the handles of his swords. He brought his occupied hands over his eyes and let out a long and loud frustrated scream.
“All right! All right!” Leonardo said after regaining his breath. “ I admit it, okay?”
“Good ta hear!” Raphael jumped up and shook Leonardo’s closed fist with the sword handle still in it. “Nice ta know that yer not such a prude after all!”
Leonardo hung his head and pulled his hand away, his voice coming out in an angry tone. “It’s not something I’m proud of, Raph. I shouldn’t think of Carrie like that!” He leaned his swords against the wall and sat down on the hay bail his brother had just been on. “It’s just being around her all the time...she’s-she’s such a great person. The closeness we share reminds me of-” He paused and looked Raphael in the face.
Raphael arched a brow. “Who?”
Leonardo placed his palms together, leaning them against his lips, and sighed. “I’ve been keeping something from everyone for a long time, knowing that if it ever got out it would destroy any faith you guys had in me.”
Raphael took a spot next to Leonardo and patted his shell. “ Come on, Leo! How bad could it-”
“I had a secret affair with Karai.” Leonardo blurted out, knowing the look of shock Raphael had on his face without turning to him.
“Leo...”
“It was a long time ago, back when The Foot were still a threat to us. We battled them almost every day, and I would always find myself fighting with Karai. It’s like we were drawn together, and I was just so...attracted to her, and it was very difficult for me to hold all that angry passion inside. I went out one night, tracked her to her Master’s home, and just gave into the temptation. Karai was very willing to receive it.”
“Damn, Leo.” Raphael interrupted. “You guys did it in Shredder’s house? Yer lucky ya still got everything down there!”
Leonardo brushed Raphael’s comment off and kept talking. “It became a nightly thing afterwards. Every time our clans would fight, we would meet later and dispel all of our pent-up aggression through our lovemaking. I couldn’t stop myself. She was like a drug to me.” Leonardo buried his face in his palms, trying to stop all the past visions in his head. “It went on like that for a couple of years, and it was no one longer a feeling of lust to me. I was falling in love with her, even though I knew she didn’t feel the same. It all ended the day Shredder was banished by the Utroms, and Karai wanted nothing more than to seek vengeance on us for taking him away from her.”
Leonardo moved his hands down his face and let them fall into his lap. “I know it was wrong, and I don’t care if you choose to hate me, Raph. Deep down...I have no regrets.”
Raphael rubbed his neck, still feeling confused by Leonardo’s confession. “I don’t hate ya, bro. It’s just-” He let out a small laugh. “I don’t know whether ta smack ya upside yer head or pat ya on the shell and buy ya a beer!”
Leonardo relaxed at the sight of Raphael’s smile and chuckled as well. “I’ll pass on the beer. The smacking is probably more appropriate.”
“I guess I gotta stop the virgin cracks now and find somethin’ else ta tease ya about.” Raphael nudged Leonardo in the ribs with his elbow. “So, are ya gonna go after Carrie or what?”
“Raph!” Leonardo stood up and retrieved his swords as he walked to the door. “I just told you! I don’t want to think about her like that!”
“So that means I still gotta chance, right?” Raphael called out, but was answered by the slamming barn door. He frowned, grumbled under his breath, and decided to head back up to the hay loft for a nap.
A few hours later, Raphael woke up to the sound of the barn door shutting again. He rubbed his eyes and staggered in a sleepy daze to the railing. He was about to yell out his brother’s name when he noticed it was Carrie that had come in. She was dressed in a pink velour tracksuit, the jacket only zipped up halfway to reveal a white tank underneath, and she placed herself down on the black mat, stretching over each leg, then bending to the middle, pushing her upper body all the way down. Raphael couldn’t stop the smile from breaking across his face, or the excitement he felt by how flexible Carrie was as she started her daily yoga routine. He watched her every movement, feeling the ache in his groin grow stronger by the second, and now that he knew Leonardo had no intention on going after her, Raphael was hellbent on making Carrie assist him in easing his sexual suffering.
“Need some help?”
Carrie raised her head, her left leg still arched above her back, and she frowned at the sight of Raphael’s wicked grin. “Piss off, Raph. I have nothing to say to you.”
“That’s it. Get angry.” Raphael chuckled. “ Yer cute when yer bitchy.”
Carrie pushed herself to her feet and glared at the turtle. “Is that supposed to be a come-on? How dare you say something like that!”
Raphael laughed again. “ Why don’t ya come over here and do somethin’ about it.”
“Excuse me?” Carrie growled, then pushed past Raphael and went for the door. “God, you make me sick!”
Raphael caught Carrie’s slender wrist with his right hand and pulled her back, locking her eyes into his hungry stare. “Come on, Carrie. I know ya want it. I know ya want to feel it.”
Her grey eyes widened with shock, and Carrie was about to protest when Raphael jerked her closer to him.
“Don’t tell me ya don’t think about it, cause I know you do.”
A strange heat was radiating from Raphael, and Carrie could see his body tensing and quivering, the anxious look in his brown eyes as he stared at her. Carrie inhaled sharply, trying to fight back her own animal urges that he was somehow stirring inside of her. She then suddenly grabbed Raphael’s upper arm and tossed him over her shoulder, his shell hitting the barn floor in a loud crack. She wiped her hands together and gave Raphael an evil grin as he looked back up at her.
“Meditation is not the only thing Leo has been teaching me. Bastard.”
Carrie took a couple more steps, then found herself face down in the scattered hay. Raphael straddled her back, leaning over her to hold her arms to the floor, using all of his weight to hold her wiggling body.
“Did ya forget that I’ve been doin’ shit like that for twenty three years?” He whispered into her ear, inhaling the honey scent of her blonde hair.
“Get off of me!” Carrie screamed and kicked around, trying to the point of exhaustion to free herself. When Raphael heard her breaths coming out in short pants, he lifted himself up enough to flip her over, but still held her arms down above her head. His grin grew bigger at the savage, angry look Carrie was giving him, her hair tossed wildly around her.
“ This is much better, don’t ya think?” His eyes traveled down the now-soiled pink fabric and smiled at how it clung to her curves. “ Now, time for ya to tell me how bad you want it-,” He pushed down on Carrie when she opened her mouth. “And I ain’t movin’ until ya do!”
Carrie inhaled deeply, then spit at Raphael, hitting his cheek with a ball of saliva. “Fuck off!”
“That’s the whole point of this thing, baby,” Raphael bent down and wiped his face on Carrie’s left breast, taking his time to linger against it. “And it must not bother ya too much. I can see the need in yer eyes.”
Carrie turned her head away and closed off her lusty glare, trying to block out the erratic sensations of having Raphael’s strong body on top of her, but the eagerness that stirred within her took over her rational reasoning. She had tried so hard during the past month to block out the way Raphael was making her feel, lying to herself that she wasn’t interested in his sexual game playing. But Carrie realized that she couldn’t hold it back anymore, and she let a small moan escaped from her parted lips.
“That’s it.” Raphael slowly slid his fingers down her arms, his breath beating into Carrie’s ear. He let his lips glide down her neck, and felt Carrie shiver as he teased her with small, airy kisses. His fingers traveled down her sides, back up her flat stomach, and over her breasts, giving just the right pressure to make Carrie tremble again. He nibbled his way up her neck to her ear, breathing heavily with excitement.
“Tell me.” Raphael commanded, his left hand grasping the zipper of her jacket and dragging it down to expose the white tank underneath. “Tell me what ya want.”
Carrie gasped out loud as Raphael’s fingers racked across her bare stomach and under the tank top. Her body responded by pushing against his, her arms reaching up and grabbing ahold of Raphael’s muscular shoulder as he found his way to her bare breasts and began pinching her already erect nipples.
“Ya can’t hold it back forever, Carrie,” Raphael whispered in between the kisses he placed on her neck. He let his hands completely cover her breasts and gave them an eager squeeze, pausing to grin as Carrie moaned louder and wrapped her right leg around the back of his upper thighs.
“Raph, I-I-” Carrie arched her back, her fingernails digging deeper into Raphael’s skin as he teased her nipples again with his rough fingertips.
“I’m listenin’, baby.” He moaned, pushing his lower body against Carrie’s grinding hips.
Carrie opened her eyes and bit on her bottom lip, holding back the excited scream that sat in her throat. Her eyes met with Raphael’s intense stare and an huge explosion of moisture bursted into her satin panties.
“I want you, Raph!” Carrie cried out, her voice deep and lustful, her body pushing hard against Raphael as he continued to squeeze her breasts. “I want you to fuck me! God, I want it so bad!” Her fingernails scraped down his flexed muscles and back up to around his neck. “Please, Raph! I can’t take it anymore!”
“Good girl.” Raphael muttered into her ear. “That’s all I wanted ta hear.” He slid his hands out from under her shirt and pulled Carrie’s arms down from his neck. He stood up and turned around, chuckling to himself as he left Carrie on the floor in a panting, sweaty mess and headed for the ladder that led back up to the hay loft.
“What the-” Carrie bolted upright, the sleeves of her velour jacket falling off her bare shoulders. “What the Hell is wrong with you?”
“Me? Nothin’ at all!” Raphael called down from the hay loft. “You, on the other hand, have sick fantasies about fucking mutant turtles!”
Carrie screamed in frustration as she jumped to her feet and raced up the ladder. “Why is this just some fucking game to you?!”
She stepped onto the last rung and pushed off, leaping into the air to catch Raphael in the back with her knee. He fell to the floor with a loud grunt, and Carrie quickly turned him over.
“You and me are finishing this! NOW!”
Raphael grinned from ear to ear, satisfied that his cruel and sensual plan had become so successful.
“If you insist.”
Carrie wrapped her hands around the back of Raphael’s head and pushed his mouth to hers, forcing her tongue deep inside as her fingernails scratched down his chest plates. Raphael ran his fingers through her hair and pushed her back until they were both sitting upright, with Carrie straddling his lap. His other hand slipped down her perspiring back and along the insides of her pants, pausing to rub the satin panties underneath.
“Nice.” He muttered while Carrie ran her tongue down his neck and bit a small section of the skin, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. She smiled and stood up, pulling her shirt and shoes off while Raphael work on removing her track pants. Leaving Carrie in nothing but her underwear, they resuming their passionate kissing as Raphael pulled her back to the loose pile of hay he had been using as a bed. He kicked his elbow and knee pads aside, slid out of his belt, and worked on the knot in his bandanna until Carrie swatted his hands away. He went back to the task on touching her breasts and kissing her shoulders while Carrie untied the knot, sliding the long piece of red material down the front of her body to the floor.
A power struggle ensued between them, neither one wanting to give in first. Raphael propelled Carrie to the floor, then jumped down to kiss and tease her inner thighs with his teeth. Carrie let out a cry and grabbed his hands, directing his thick fingers to caress her soaking wet clit through her underwear, but pulled back with an evil laugh when he tried to slide one of his fingers inside the satin barricade. His excitement being pushed past its breaking point, Raphael pounced back on Carrie, grabbing a hand full of her blonde hair and yanking her neck back. His left hand squeezed her tight rear end, tickling the spot at the bottom where her legs met, while the other held up her right breast, taking it all into his mouth and letting his tongue go crazy.
“Raph! Please!” Carrie screamed, the wetness between her legs soaking all the way through her panties and down her thighs. “I can’t- can’t-take it!”
“Shhh!” Raphael pushed her head back up, his voice calm and soft. “Ya don’t have ta yell.” He leaned down and kiss her deeply, his hands slithering down her hips and removing the panties with his thumbs, lingering at the soft feel of her blonde pubic hair. Carrie stepped out of them, kicking them to the side, and threw her arms around Raphael’s neck as he placed her on her back, their tongues still intertwined. Raphael traced his finger up from the inside of Carrie’s knee to her throbbing clit, keeping his touch gentle enough to make Carrie cry out again. His moved his thumb around to keep her stimulated while his finger went down deeper, probing at her soaked entrance for another minute before shoving it in. Carrie was quick to respond, throwing her head back and rocking against him, covering Raphael’s entire hand with her sticky juices. Her scents and animal-like moans were driving Raphael crazy, and he knew he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
Raphael removed his finger and pushed Carrie left leg back, grabbing it at the knee and holding it down. He allowed Carrie to kiss him again while he let his erection fall from the inside of his shell, sighing in relief to have finally let it out into the open. It slapped against Carrie’s mound, causing her to gasp and pulled away from Raphael, who was suddenly wearing a cocky smile.
“Wanna see it?” He laughed, thinking back to the night Carrie had asked about it.
Carrie’s cheeks flushed, her curiosity wanting to be fulfilled, but then shook her head and raked her fingernails down Raphael’s chest plates.
“No. I want to feel it.” Her arm wrapped around Raphael’s neck and she pulled him closer. “I want it in me. Now.”
“Shit, yer pushy!” Raphael exclaimed, then dropped his act and pushed back farther on Carrie leg and poised himself right at her entrance.
“By the way, ya might wanna relax yerself.”
Carrie’s mouth opened to ask why Raphael has suggested such a thing, but found out quickly he shoved himself in one hard and violent thrust. She screamed out, feeling like her insides had just been ripped in half, and Carrie began to grasp Raphael’s warning as his thrusts went in deeper and deeper.
“Holy shit!” She cried out through her short pants. “You’re...oh god! You’re huge!”
Raphael shook his head, hearing the voices of all his other victims echo in his head who had repeated the same thing, and he silenced Carrie’s babbling by working on breasts again, knowing for sure that they were Carrie’s main ‘hot-spot’. He cupped them, letting his thumbs tease the pink nipples, almost laughing as Carrie shoved her hips harder against Raphael’s slow thrusts.
“Stop teasing me!” Carrie yelled in anger. “Just fuck me, dammit!”
Raphael didn’t take to Carrie’s tone, narrowing his eyes at her as his tempered flare. He removed his hands from her breasts and grabbed onto her hips, stopping her from having control of her own movements.
“Fine! I was gonna take it slow!” He buried his fingertips into her skin.” Ya want me ta fuck you? Then we’re gonna do it my way!”
Carrie let her lips curl into a smile and she blew the strands of hair out her eyes.
“Let’s see what you’ve got, tough guy!”
Raphael growled louder and let loose, pumping faster and harder into Carrie, and getting angrier by the second as Carrie laughed and screamed in pleasure.
“Oh, that’s so good! Oh, God! Harder! Harder, Raph!”
He responded, hitting against Carrie so hard that he had scooted her closer to the bails of hay that were stacked above them. Carrie looked up, grabbed onto the strings of the bail above her, and let Raphael finally have control of her.
“Raph...I’m gonna...” Her grey eyes flickered and rolled back, her body trembling on the brink of exploding. “Oh, Raph! I’m coming!”
He felt her muscles tighten and convulse around him, and Raphael urged her along by rubbing at her clitoris and pinching her left nipple.
“That’s it, baby! Come on!” He went deeper into her, using the last of his energy to pump faster, and Carrie finally fell over the edge, the blissful shivers of a huge orgasm drowning her in ecstacy. Her hips convulsed and shook, and she sunk her nails into Raphael’s forearms as the waves of pleasure tore through her. The visual show Carrie was giving Raphael was enough to also make him reach his peak.
“Aw, shit!” He gritted his teeth together, holding back his own screams as he slammed Carrie, filling her up with his seed while Carrie was busy reaching another orgasm, more powerful than the first, their lustful cries filled the barn, echoing across the high ceiling down to the hard wood floor below.
Feeling extremely worn out, Raphael slumped forward onto Carrie and buried his face into her hair, his panting matching hers in rhythm as their bodies continued to shake. A smile grew on Carrie’s face at the thought of Raphael’s swollen member still inside of her, and she playfully dragged her nails over his bulging muscles.
“I think ya broke me.” Raphael blurted out, chuckling into Carrie’s ear as she laugh along with him.
“I hope not.” She pushed him back up to look into his eyes, her smile still glowing. “I want to do it again.”
Raphael scoffed and moved a few strands of hair off Carrie’s cheeks. “And ya said I was sex-starved?”
Carrie giggled, pulling Raphael’s lips back down to hers, readying herself for another round when she noticed the sounds of barking coming from the barn doors. Raphael had also heard the riot Carrie’s dogs were creating, but it didn’t bother him until they heard a voice call out from down below.
“Carrie? Is everything okay?”
“Aw, shit! Leo!” Raphael jumped up, gathering his bandana and pads together while throwing Carrie her clothes. Raphael dressed with lightening speed and headed for the very back of the loft, stopping briefly to give Carrie a deep kiss and a smack on her butt.
“Had fun!” He winked at her and spoke very quickly. “ We should do that again sometime!” He then vanished from sight.
Carrie laughed, but covered her mouth as she heard Leonardo repeat her name again. Her legs were still trembling, which made it hard to pull her pants back on, and she had just zipped up her jacket when Leonardo’s head appeared at the top of the ladder.
“Carrie? What are you doing up here?”
“Uh, I thought I heard a mouse.” Carrie fibbed, her cheeks blushing from her lie.
“Your dogs were going nuts out there!” Leonardo stepped onto the landing and moved toward her. “Then I heard you screaming and-,”
Carrie’s eyes flew open wide and she gasped, but quickly covered it up. “ I fell asleep. Must of had a bad dream or something.”
Leonardo raised a brow at Carrie, his suspicions growing. “Where’s Raph?”
“Uh, he’s uh...he’s...not here!” Carrie grabbed Leonardo’s arms and spun him around. “He went outside. Somewhere!”
“But I was just out there. I didn’t see-”
“Oh well! You know Raph! Always sneaking around, getting into trouble!” Carrie pushed Leonardo back to the ladder and forced him to climb down. She waited until Leonardo had gone down a few rungs before turning and descending. A flash of blue caught Carrie’s eyes, and her mouth dropped when her satin panties were flung across the loft, sliding right next the ladder and almost dropping off the edge. Carrie quickly stashed them into her pocket, then glared into the darkness of the loft, knowing Raphael was still watching her.
“Asshole.” Carrie stated with a smile, then climbed down the ladder.
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