Take Me Home With You Pt 07

Joy was surprised when Lawrence wrapped his arms around her, around all the blankets, holding her close to him.

"Kitten, why did you leave me?"

Joy thought back to that day, after she'd showered and stepped out into the living area. How she'd decided he was mad at her. But he hadn't been angry when he left, had he?

Had she invented this whole problem?

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. Forgive me, please."

His lips parted, and his eyes bore into her the same way they had when he'd grabbed her by her shirt in the hallway.

"Daddy, take me again."

Her body was tired and weak, but she needed him to forgive her. She needed to know she could have him inside of her again. That pressure and warmth in her belly would be so welcome.

He stared at her.

"No."

Joy's heart dropped, tugging a cry from her throat.

"Please!"

"You need to rest."

He was so abrupt. But he put the cup back to her lips a moment later.

The soup was good. She drank all of it, and felt better when he nodded his approval.

Then her body pulled her into a long and dreamless sleep.

~~~

She could hear his breathing when she woke. He was asleep at the farthest edge of the bed, with a pillow behind his back, between them.

She stretched a hand out to touch his shoulder, but couldn't quite reach. So she shifted closer, carefully extracting the pillow from behind him and taking its place. Then pressed her cheek to his shoulder, rubbing her face in. Happy to be close again.

The cold had left her bones, but his body was still a welcome source of warmth. She stretched her whole length along his, and felt him tense in front of her, then relax again.

She realised, in this moment, warming against him, that Lawrence had saved her life.

She'd been out in the cold so long, first walking for hours and then sitting on that cold cement, shivering hard as her own sweat chilled on her skin. But by the time he found her, the chill had disappeared. False warmth and drowsiness had set in.

She'd thought it would be okay to sleep out there by the front door, waiting for him. Or for the buses to start running again, if he never showed up. She was lucky he'd gotten home when he did.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

He turned his body in response, then continued up over her and kissed her forehead softly. She closed her eyes, absorbing his affection. Felt his hand in her hair, stroking.

Then his hips were pressing to her, grinding, and his penis rubbed on her skin, slick and wet at the tip.

He was adjusting, seeking her entrance.

Joy tensed, and her breathing came in short, punctuated gasps.

Fear and craving warred in her.

She knew it had been so, so worth it; but the pain had been overwhelming.

"Daddy, I don't know--"

But he didn't pause, or even speak. He pried her knees apart with his, and with a single thrust, plunged deep.

She cried out reflexively, expecting the sharp pain she'd felt before. But it never came.

Instead, there was a deep and aching stretch. She wondered at the feeling as her body moulded around his.

He slid easily back, then into her again, following the channel he'd bored in her weeks ago.

He'd shaped her body for his that first night.

It would be shaped for him forever.

The realisation sparked something in her. She pressed her hips up to his, gasping in need.

"I'm yours-- Daddy I'm yours!"

A growl rumbled through his chest. But he continued slowly, with control. She held onto the taut muscles of his arms, looking up at him to see his eyes on hers again. Possessive. Resolute.

Over and over, steady and slow, he stroked her insides.

She tried to meet his movements, but her body was still weak. He continued regardless, slipping in and out, pressing fluids from her vulva that dribbled down to tickle farther down.

A groan vibrated up through her own chest, driven by the pressure and the impossible pleasure building in her belly.

The feeling of being owned and cared for--

And used.

Used the way she was meant to be.

"Daddy!" Her voice was desparate. This feeling-- it burned in her, sending sparks through her chest, and outwards.

It was growing too fast.

Filling her body. Bursting from her.

"DADDY!"

She jerked hard as the tension released in an explosion that sent her mind reeling.

Then another. And another.

Again and again her body shuddered. The cries from her throat were animal, not her own.

She could feel her body clamping around his, her slick walls gripping and swollen.

It was then his movements sped.

He was a beast rutting into a female of his kind.

Faster, despite her clinging arms.

Despite her cries.

His penis was thicker, harder. Pounding in and mashing her swollen cervix.

Then, with a grunt, the pulsing began.

She could feel every thick glob inside his shaft, moving from his body to hers.

Feeding her deeply.

She quivered and whimpered beneath him, but still she clung, taking what he gave her.

~~~

It was a long moment before he rose from her, letting his soft penis drag over her pubic fur on his way to kiss her forehead. Joy could feel the trail it left behind; thick wet dribbles cooling quickly.

"Mmm."

It was the only sound she could make right now, in her semen-drugged state.

"Little kitten," he said, rising to sit beside her at the edge of the bed, then placing a hand on her bare tummy. He rubbed gently, over the exact place where the pressure and warmth sat low between her hip bones.

"Mm," she said again, and smiled up at him.

"Welcome home."