Waiting for Headmistress Swift

You spend a day thinking of what you will do to Miss Swift when she arrives. You imagine holding her will Maul mounts her roughly or forcing her head between your legs, demanding she lick your cunt while your mate breeds her deeply. These ideas excite you and soon after the afternoon meat has been eaten you and Maul retire to the den. A light touch with your hand and his cock extends from its sheath. You crawl beneath him and take it into your mouth, tasting the tang of his urine and the salty-sweet of his precum. He groans as you suck him.

"Make yourself ready," growls your mate. "I will mount you now."

He throws his clawed hands around your hips, scratching your thighs as he drives the hot length of his cock up your eager cunt. It has been a long while since he has mounted you, let alone with such enthusiasm.

You cum around him, fucking back against him, squeezing, ignoring the pain of his claws and focusing on the huge cock pounding your shuddering slit. He bites your neck as he once did, holding you in place, forcing you to kneel motionless while he fucks you hard. He growls loudly as his cock throbs in your depths and he pumps you full of his seed. You cry with pleasure as the heat of his cum saturates your depths and spills out around the slowing thrusts of his massive member.

"Good bitch," he says, releasing your neck. "It has been too long."

You remain in this position, allowing the bulging knot of his cock to tie you and seal his seed inside you. You strum your clit and orgasm around the intruding bulge, an act that causes Maul to growl with amusement. When you separate you clean him with your tongue and curl together at the opening of the den, watching and waiting for Miss Swift to honor the bargain.

After many hours, the lights of the false-wilderness you share with Maul dim as they do every evening and nature sounds begin to play from concealed speakers. If Headmistress Swift thinks giving the signals to go to sleep will work, she is sadly mistaken. Maul gets up from the den and paces back and forth, climbing the rocks that make up the roof of your den and marking his territory at trees and bits of rubbish. You lounge, naked, enjoying the feel of his cum inside you, dripping slowly out of your swollen lips.

"She will come," you say to Maul. "If she wishes me to cooperate then she will honor our bargain."

Only moments later the access door hisses open with a light suck of pressure. Headmistress Swift enters slowly. She is wearing a loose-fitting sweatsuit and no makeup. Her auburn hair is pulled back and she has on a pair of plastic-framed eyeglasses. She is attempting to appear as unglamorous and unappealing as possible, but the effort is undermined by her natural beauty.

The attempt is almost cute. You rise to your feet and step out of the den to greet her. She seems startled by the sight of your pale, naked figure emerging from the darkness. She relaxes slightly when she realizes it is you.

"Where is he?" she whispers.

"Not far," you say as you draw closer to her.

You know approximately where he is, but you cannot see him in the darkness of the enclosure. All that matters is that he is nearby, watching and listening. You can feel him there and you know he will want you to perform for him. You are eager to excite his lust. You look at Miss Swift, almost shaking with fear of what is to come ad you feel excitement from her apprehension. She realizes you are looking her over and she seems to shrink within her sweatshirt.

"What are you going to do to me?" asks Miss Swift.