Trouble in paradise

Before you can either protest to your position in her arms or ask a question, you find your lips pressed against Nightmare’s, the anthro devouring your mouth as she pushes her way out of the shower and bathroom. As she stomps into the hall, she pulls from your lips only long enough to growl out where the bedroom was.

“D-down the hall, second room,” you reply breathlessly. You begin to ask something else, only to be taken in another demanding kiss as Nightmare pushed her way down the hall. She kicked at the correct door, nearly tearing it off its hinges as she **** her way into the bedroom, practically throwing you onto the bed.

You sank deep into the mattress. You can’t help but notice this isn’t your old bed. The mattress is softer, the frame is larger, and appears to be made of heavy steel rather than a flimsier material. The reasons for that become all too apparent as you look up at the massive, muscular form of Nightmare, towering over you as she breathed heavily, her muscles coiling and straining while she looked over you with undisguised desire. At that moment, staring at the mountain of muscle, barely held in check lust and fiery gaze, you cannot help but think that she looks like a goddess amongst women. Your goddess, you remind yourself.

Nightmare descends on you, her hands gripping your hair not un-gently and pulling your head back as she attacks your neck with nips of teeth and strokes of tongue. You groan, cock hard as steel as you feel the rings in her breasts against your chest, the nipples almost as firm as the metal which pierced them. You claw at her back, fingers catching in her white mane as she finds your collarbone, sucking at it and sending your toes curling in pleasure.

All of a sudden she pulls back. Through the haze of pleasure, you watch her root around the room for a moment, finally finding what she was looking for apparently. “Oh yes,” the ebon furred amazon purred, “the shop guys were really thorough.” Your eyes widen, the sudden shock of seeing the coils of rope she holds breaking through the haze of desire.

“What…what’s that for?” you ask hesitantly. Nightmare looks down at you with a grin.

“This if for tying you up, pet. We’re going to have some serious fun tonight.”

“Woah! Woah, woah, woah,” you protest, scrambling up and off the bed on the opposite side from nightmare, keeping the piece of furniture between the both of you. “I…I didn’t agree to that.”

Nightmare narrows her eyes slightly, rising to her full height. “Just what are you trying to say, pet?” she asked slowly, almost as if gauging your response.

“Well, I mean, isn’t it a bit fast? I…I haven’t done anything like that before and…Don’t get me wrong,” you quickly add when you see her expression begin to darken. “I like you. Hell, I may…but, it’s….it’s a big step. I’m just nervous and, um…And I just don’t know if I can do something like that.”

Nightmare hummed slightly. Idly, she tossed the ropes in one hand up and down, as if measuring the weight of them. You can’t help but admire the way her muscles clench at the repetitive motion. “Well, it seems we have a difference of opinion,” she notes, almost playfully. “You know, of course, I could just **** you down onto this bed, and tie you up as I like,” she said, suddenly catching the rope and clenching it firmly.

“But, I won’t,” the anthro continued, tossing the rope onto the bed. “Instead,” she began, climbing onto the matresson all fours and slowly approaching you like a predator on the prowl, firm breasts swaying beneath her. “I think I’ll make a bet with you instead. It’s more fun that way, after all.” She hit the end of the bed and slowly got off, standing before you dominantly. “And then, we can’t say that I **** you into anything.”

“A…bet?” you ask.

“Yep. How about we wrestle for it. Whoever pins the other two out of three times gets to tie the other up, and have their way with them. The loser has to submit to them in anything that they want to do for the rest of the night. How does that sound?” Nightmare asked, smiling down at you confidently. “You won’t get a better deal.”

You look up at the muscular anthro. That she is stronger than you there is no real doubt. She is built like a tank and you, while not exactly scrawny, aren’t what one would term muscular either. Still, it’s like she said, she could just **** you into the position she wanted. But instead, she was trying to bargain, even giving you a chance. You’re somewhat curious as to exactly what it is she wants to accomplish here, but still somewhat uneasy at the prospect. Still, if you, by some miracle managed to win, you would have this muscular goddess at your mercy for the rest of the night.