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Markus let out a long sigh as the heavy ornate door to the mansions extrodinarily spacious master bedroom swung shut behind him, closing with a muted sturdy click. Standing six feet tall he had the usual build of an operative of the Commonwealth's Special Forces, thickly muscled, his already immensly strong body accustomed to the heavy gravity of Remphra Prime enhanced by being the descendant of Special Forces parents and then even more heavily modified by Command to make him an operative that alone could swing entire battles to victory. Though by looking at him one would never know, the integration was that well carried out. He was a remphra, looking something like an otter crossed with a fox. His otterlike fur a rich rust red for the main coat that muscles rippled beneath with every move. Purest white started at his throat and flowed down his chest ruff and belly which carried just a little weight (something that it seemed the genetics of his parents had given him) down to his crotch and inner thighs, terminating as a thick white buttpatch. Triangular ears stood erect on his head, a broad muzzle blended between otter and fox was tipped with a thick warm black wet nose wreathed in short stiff whiskers sprouting from white smudges of fur. A long thickly muscled ottertail animated with slow curls behind him, the same color as his coat but for the soft underfur a solid white that ran up beneath to his rump. Friendly eyes sparkled a rich brown flecked with gold, always ready to greet a friend. His hands and hindpaws were the same as the main coat color, sensitive black pads set like island amidst the soft fur and tipped with onyx claws that could rend stone and metal or give the gentlest of caresses. Between his legs was set with a thick shortish sheath characteristic of remphra, wreathed with a thick white mane of fur that didn't quite hide the warm extraordinarily soft black skin of the front or the barest pink of his sheath slit. A heavy sac lay between his legs, balls cleary defined within the downy fur covering the outside, each moving as he began to walk.
He and his entire house staff had just arrived home from an extended deployment aboard the Command Dreadnought Evtharion and as Master of the House Dekar it was his duty tonight to make sure everyone was comfortable in their more familiar quarters again. From the lowliest maid boy and cook fur up to his own joey, Basil, and the House 'Roo. He had thanked each of them and made sure they were comfortable. The hall outside the great circular room he shared with his personal kangaroo, a sapphire and white boomer, curved off to either side of the master bedroom. Every hall in the sprawling mansion was painted a creamy white and decorated with thick wooden scrollwork leafed in gold fit for a king. On the walls between the great scrolled panels hung large paintings of spacescapes, landscapes, paintings of ships and planets. Interspersed were fragrant green plants, herbs. Markus smiled. Even though he made a great show of being angry when those delicious herbs got nibbled by the herbivorous members of his staff he secretly laughed. You see, he'd made them available for just that purpose. Seeing furs trying to be secretly naughty gave him immense pleasure. He didn't catch them too often on purpose, he did want them to enjoy the greenery. Walking along the hallway there too were a great number of statues. Carved of finest marble they glowed in the soft warm low light of dimmed fixtures on the ceiling, the exquisitely smooth surfaces exposing the fine grain of the stone. Being an admirer of physical form Markus collected them, a great number of the races of the Commonwealth represented, equinids, canids, mustelids, a human or two, including a fair mix of macropods as well. Every example was completely naked in stone and finely posed. The thick carpet laid over rich dark polished granite set in gold silenced the ticking of his claws and footpads as he headed for the last member of his family to be checked on. Up ahead he saw one of the night watchmen turn the corner into another hall equally as magnificent as the one the family's sleeping quarters. He couldn't help but tail curl, admiring the fine form of the naked chestunut colored equinid just before he disappeared with golden tail trailing. As much as Markus loved to display the beauty of the body in stone, most of his house staff too were required to be in fur only.
His thick sheath stood swollen, having been licked clean by his house 'roo minutes before. He couldn't help a smile at the thought. Roger Anavel, Prince of the Marrion people. And Markus' prized possession. His friend, his lover, his beloved mate. The one who kept Markus' domain running smoothly, coordinating the operation of his estate...and providing much needed distractions whenever desired.
Markus let out a yawn, stretching, ready for bed, but there was one other member of his mob that needed to be tucked in tonight and he intended to see it through. There was no excuse for him not seeing all his 'roos, an unthinkable act to leave any of them hanging! Approaching a smaller but still highly polished and thick wooden door something tickled his nose. Ears twitched, amazed. This one he could tell by the scent was ready for something more than just a simple tuck in. Something along the lines his boomer had begged for. The scent grew stronger with every step, causing a new stirring in his loins. As he reached out a paw for the polished brass knob bearing the Dekar crest he closed his eyes, pausing. The scent was so strong he could sense the burning of her heat even through the tightly shut door. Gods how she must be in torment! Already a glistening bead of sheath honey had appeared as he twisted the knob smootly, pushing the door noislessly inward. A crudely yet proudly crayoned sign decorated with drawn flowers caught in the light. Amber's room.
Beyond was dark, not even a nightlight. For her age she was uniquely unafraid of the dark. Markus stepped through and the door latched with a soft snick. The scent was so much stronger now, the urges rising within him primal. Amber was neat as well, her room rarely having to be cleaned up by the staff, nothing like the boys that lived with Markus and his 'roo. She also seemed to prefer simple things. He'd been surprised at her maturity and sense of self even from the first time they'd met when she'd been a somewhat dirty street kangaroo. The room was decorated with light pink curtains hung from the soft pink painted walls, shelves with books and neatly arranged dolls lined the walls; plushes mixed in heavily. A toybox too sat at the end of the comfortable bed situated beside a bay window that opened out into the vast gardens beyond the walls of the mansion. There. As his eyes adjusted to the light of nothing but the stars streaming in through the overhead skylight and thick window he could just make out the sleeping kangaroo on the bed in front of him.
She was young, a scant eight or ten. He couldn't really tell because there was no record of her birth and that was as close as genetic typing could get. She was a kangaroo, fine boned, very feminine even this young. Highly unusual in that she was a soft baby pink. When he'd first glimpsed her skipping down a deserted back ally he could scarcely believe his eyes, never before had he seen pink among the rainbow colored kangaroo's of the Marrion. He'd investigated her, watched her, followed her, even more surprised to find she was homeless. It hadn't taken long until he'd broken down and confronted her and offered her a place with his House, to join his family as a Dekar. She'd accepted without hesitation or fear, only one more surprise in long lists of them. It was only then he'd learned afterwards about how sensual she was, something she said he'd awakened in her, something that she'd never had before him and quite to his consternation considering her young age; refused to have with anyone else. He smiled, though he well knew that she was quite attached to the other remphra of his family young master Heath.
Now though as she slept naked but for a pair of panties he could see her chest heave, muzzle open in soft rapid pants, legs spread. Her fur was even softer than most joeys, pink, with white down her throat and chest, belly, ringing her pouch and down inside her thighs, hidden in her panties he knew was white as well. He sat beside her slowly on the bed, careful not to wake her. Extending a paw he traced it along her muzzle, which promptly nuzzled into his palm. Deep between his legs he could feel her fire mirrored in his own sex, he wanted to...to... He panted too, deeper and more huskily than her. He wanted her.
Amber had been awake the whole time. She'd felt the change in her body coming on, had trembled at it, had felt it wash over her. She knew what she wanted, knew what so desperately the fire licking through her arteries and veins needed...but hadn't been able to fill. Earlier she'd gotten up, gone down to Markus' room but peeking in she'd seen him busy with his mate and didn't want to interrupt. With a whimper she'd turned around and gone back to her room, trying her best to quiet the urges within so she could sleep like a good kangaroo should. The thought of asking another of the males in the house was promptly rejected. They were all honorable, all treated her wonderfully and with respect...but there was only one for her, the one who'd found her, offered her safety and not just a place to live, a home. Rumpled sheets surrounded her, long abandoned as the heat had grown in her loins and spread though her body into a burning fire. Her panties were soaked, girl fluids oozing from her hot mound constantly dripping unbidden. She needed relief soon, she writhed softly as a new wave slowly rippled through her. A soft moan escaped Amber's lips, then she stiffened; there was a predator in the room. At the realization she was about to panic, to call for a guard that always patrolled the halls. Then the scent penetrated her senses, and made her arch. Markus. He was here, right beside her. Her savior! How...how had he known? A flush tinged her already pink cheeks pinker still. He...he knew what to do right? She thought through her desperation. He knew he could, could... The torment was intense, she knew it would only abate when Markus had finished with her. She nuzzled into the offered paw.
"Please..." She whispered. "D...don't..." Inside she smiled, knowing Markus.
"Don't?" A series of hot breaths caressed her ears. "You don't have a choice."
"Nnnoooo...." Amber moand aloud, squirming as if to get away. "You're too big..." She intoned under her breath, knowing full well she could easily take even his full grown sex.
Markus panted, gods this little kangaroo had picked up exactly what he loved. He loved being gentle, but he loved being dominant. He pinned her lightly with paws on her chest, rubbing, massaging into her fur, working his way down to the only barrier between him and the swollen soft mound between her legs giving off all the wonderful scents...
The little 'roo fluffed out, waves of pleasure rippling inside her body from just his very touch! This...this was right... She panted to herself. Resisting, she tried to push his paws off her, only to have them taken and pinned by his oh so strong grip, making her arch and thrust her still covered mound teasingly towards him with arched body. Then she yipped in surprise! She felt him lay on her, burying her in his strong body, his fur engulfing her in warmth, his own scent musky and threatening to smother her. There was a great heat pressed to her soaked panty crotch and she GASPED. He'd pushed his thick sheath between her legs, rubbing his gooey slit on the cloth! He started to rub himself on her, the heat moving slowly between her legs. She quickly brought her legs together, the better to push back against his maleness...wanting...wanting...but her panties she'd denied him taking off were now a barrier.
"No fair!" Amber huffed, her own body starting to move with Markus', rubbing back harder, his male sheath honey slowly penetrating the cloth, making a mess, spreading his scent into her thighs with every sheath thrust. That thick goo filtering through her panties made contact with the furless fold of her loins, the soft inner most part, worked in with his movements and felt a thrill of hormones...his hormones...race to her core.
There was a growl in the dark, a heavy muzzle licking along her whisker patches. "Not so anxious to get away now hmm?"
All she could do was pant, wiggling now, begging him to remove the last bit of her modesty and take her. Yet he resisted now, taking time to tease her, one paw coming off hers to cup her muzzle, turn it to his. He held Amber so she couldn't turn away, who's resistance was quickly melting. His muzzle dwarfed hers, pressing tight, forcing his thick warm flesh between her lips, between her teeth, filling her muzzle utterly as tears came to Amber's eyes. She squeezed her eyes tight, sucking like she was supposed to on his tongue...long moments passed before it retreated. Then it returned, a series of soft licks, timed with his movements against her panties, mesmerizing her. He parted, leaving her own tongue and muzzle swimming in his taste.
"Gods you're a hot one...and now you're my bitch. My soft fluffy pink kangaroo bitch..." With every word his free paw tugged down her panties, badly bunching them up, then tugging them down around her knees where he left them as she tried to spread her legs again.
"Please...oh please oh please..." Amber begged, POUNCING upwards with her hips, pushing her wet young mound up against the master's sheath. "Please take your bitch!"
Where Amber had learned to do such things Markus would never know, she'd never had another boy. But all that became irrelevant as her heat rubbed against his sheath. It took all of his self control to keep from his eager penis from sliding out but he managed. He loved the feel of her soft sex sliding on his bare sheath skin, how she rubbed her girl goo all over his sheath, how the soft organs meshed and moved together. He moaned softly for the first time, making Amber's cheeks burn in satisfaction.
She kept up the movements, matching with his, knowing that he couldn't resist forever. Nevertheless he was working her loins into a fever pitch, she could feel her cunny already contracting, trying to suck on his cock that should be inside her already. She pushed harder, pushing his sheath back over his dick towards his body until she felt it...the first taste of that red mushroom he was keeping hidden from her.
"G...got you!" She exclaimed triumphantly even as her mound slid off his flare, pushed off by a contraction of his sheath's powerful muscles.
"You ebil 'roo!" He exclaimed...now letting his cock slide forward...using his motion to rub his flare inside her fold. She was just big enough to accept him, his throbbing mushroom filling her loins as it gently prodded forward. Over and over it pushed deeper and deeper, teasing her, the thick shaft filling her wet pussy, displacing much of her wet to drip and squirt out of her loins over remphra sheath and hanging balls. Soon he was hilted in her, and he stopped, but let her continue, let her rock on his sex, let her pussy suck on his just-now beginning knot.
"Don't stop." She begged, trying to lift his enormous weight with her hips, trying to move, trying to egg him on to pound that delicious hard heat now inside her deeper into her body. "I need it..."
Closing his eyes he laid still for several more moments, taking in every movement of the young body beneath him, around him. Then slowly, he started to thrust, quickly picking up speed. Making sure he was penetrating her in time with the contractions rolling down her passage so his flare passed through each wave of pleasure, each gasp coming from beneath him a reward to his ears. He plowed her, rutted her, ropes of his pre and her fluids draped along his shaft joining sheath to cunny as he thrust. He took her hard, flare and shaft fitting her perfectly, glove tight as he moved with in her.
Amber closed her eyes, unable to believe the sensations from her loins. She squeezed, milked, body desperate for every drop of pre Markus gave, feeling his cock mix their fluids togther, push them with his flare into her womb...gasping realizing that the tip in his slit was mating perfectly into the dimple seperating cunny from core. She blushed, hanging onto him tight, laying still now herself, letting him have control of her as the ebony claws at the ends of her fingers dug deep into his back and body fur, mesmerized by the thick muscles of his ass rippling with his pounding. He didn't even seem to realize when a particularly hard hump made her dig hard enough for them to draw points of blood beneath his fur...
Markus felt like he was humping a goddess. Her soft body beneath, the way she lay there for him, the way she clung, burying her face to his neck, letting him have her like a bitch should. He felt the pressure building within his cock, rising from his prostate, pushing forward down his shaft and yet he humped, everytime he touched her womb with his tip bringing him closer to the burning release he now needed.
"D...d...do it..." She mumbled, barely able to form words, arching, moving a little, presenting her pussy for the deepest humping.
Panting hard the massive remphra sunk deeper and deeper, he...he needed to get inside. He pushed harder, using his flare to force the dimple open, his tip peeking into her womb over and over as it oozed thicker goo... The objective was almost in sight.
Amber yelped softly as her cervix was opened, stretched, but did nothing to stop it. She knew that the blissful bruises would stay with her for a day or two, reminding her how much she loved this man on her.
Finally...he was...mating righ into her uterus...he couldn't hold back...his flare popping in and out of her body, his knot pounding into her loins... Ready to explode he pushed even his red dripping wet apple into her body, sealing her completely with flare, shaft and knot....and he felt it, a strangled gasp, heart pounding as the first contraction rippled down his cock's underside.
A sharp involuntary gasp came from her muzzle. The power of his climax was intense, jetting the clear thick semen goo that remphra are known for into her body with the force of a firehose from his tip. She felt him still trying to thrust his tightly tied sex into her loins and encouraged him, bucking, her own walls ripple squeezing with iron hard wet soft walls of her own climax, pant drooling into his neck and shoulder fur...finally her fire flaring with satisfaction.... It didn't seem like her ten year old body could contain any more, but it did, it drank and drank, that thick goo spurting deeper and deeper, filling her and swelling her belly some. She panted, never in her short life having experienced so much pleasure. Amber held onto her master for dear life, panting, the malehood within her a living thing, pumping semen inside, pulsing with a living heartbeat. There seemed to be no end!
Markus squeezed the small body beneath him close, even his sheath pressed tight to Amber's mound contracting, oozing goo all over his balls pressed tight to her crotch, sticking his fur with hers. He lifted a trembling paw, stroking the girl's headfur and ears softly, causing a soft sniffle from the 'roo.
"Shhhh, it's alright, just hold onto me...you're going to be fine...." He murmured reassuringly even as his body still pumped his cum into Amber.
She nodded...thankful that he didn't think she was hurt. She basked in the moment, her body glowing from the mating. There was nothing else to do but hug him, hold him, thank him for being here for her just like he was when she was found.
Soon he slowed and almost stopped... Markus gritted his teeth...the last part was somewhat painful. He pant panted as the wave of pain grew in his sheath, travelling down his cock, it wasn't intense, but sometimes just a little irritating. Remphra males at the end of mating would leave a thick sticky plug inside the female to prevent others from mating, he was no exception. Sometimes it hurt, but not this time, not being buried in the soft young warm wet body of this kangaroo. It slid out easily, more than usual, so thick it was more like a gel that spread out over his flare, making them both pant from the extra heat it carried....
"Ohhhh Markie...." She moaned, shuddering.
Markus could only pant, and with that done he curled up on her, cuddling her like a plush or pillow. He would be tied with her for some time now...and he was in no hurry to leave her, joined at their most intimate. He nuzzled between her ears and drifted in the warm glow of their shared and filled need, paws wandering the wonders of her young body.
Amber just relaxed, going limp, shivering from the pets and attention accorded her by this powerful remphra. She burrowed into his fur, hiding away completely, wanting only to be his. All her life she'd had so little, now she had even the love of a remphra. One who would love her just as much as she adored him. Because in the morning, he'd still be there. Even if Markus had to leave for an assignment, he'd be back. She knew it.
She couldn't wait to show off to the others what she'd gotten tonight!