Jon Reskind: Caesar_s revenge book II

It was at that precise moment that she saw him…!

For some minutes passed, Caesar had been watching her, his acute animal-brain at first solicitous for the welfare of his golden-headed mate, and then wary of deception. Momentarily, he had surveyed the heavy breathing antics of the unclothes, fire-eyed, female-human who waited for him in his chosen one's bed; then silently he eased away to circle the house, pausing at each glassed window. Only one more did he find raised enough to sense the human smell beyond, and there he found her, his keen instinct of scent infallible. She slept heavily, the window not opened wide enough for him to enter.

The sleek hair on the back of his neck and along his strong backbone lifted erect in a moment of angered denial, the tendency to bare his fangs sweeping through his powerful body. Yet, he did not. An undefinable warmth glowed inside the great breast for his golden-haired mate; she would not forsake him… there was an animal-like bond between them. She had provided the new fire-eyed, female-human in her bed, knowing that he was coming. Again, he slowly returned to the first window.

With forelegs on the sill, Caesar watched the sensuously lewd performance of the ivory-bodied she-person, the throbbing heat in his potent animal-loins ferally mounting at the sight. Her panting breath filled his erect ears, as did the biting aroma of her wet, female secretions burn goadingly in his intensely sniffing nostrils! He gazed with unflinching eyes at her small hand moving rhythmically between her nakedly spread legs… saw the smooth white columns lift up and fold teasingly back toward her chest, sighs of softly mewling passion whimpering from her as she continued to move her hand like the licking of flames at the thin, wetly glistening opening he knew to be the mating slit of her soft, uncovered body.

She saw him then… her dulled, fire-eyes locking on his presence, their sparkling darkness seeming to grow wide and fear-filled. Her movements ceased, her small tongue-moistened mouth falling open…! He did not wait longer, but agily bounded through the open window…!

Mother of God! What had happened to the choked funnel of her throat, Carol couldn't imagine! She had tried to scream but nothing came out! The first sight of it… the massive animal-head with gleaming fangs and glowing amber-eyes viciously staring at her over the sill of the opened window had been enough to suck a vacuum into her belly and loins! Again, she'd tried to raise a sound in her fearfully convulsing throat and had gotten nothing but rasping chokes… then, the brute had nimbly bounded through the window onto the bed!

Now, she stared at it… him… a dog with a golden disc hanging from a chain around his massive throat, that phenomenon of itself desperately trying to register properly in her terrorized brain! There… there… there was something, she knew, something recognizable in the medallion that she should immediately fathom… but she couldn't think! He… it… whatever, was practically on top of her defenseless naked body… and then, she realized that she still held her legs drawn up and back in a lewd, intercourse position.

Slowly, Carol started to lower them, immediately freezing as the intruding brute unleashed a low but warning, guttural growl, then moved on the bed between their trembling uplifted columns, until his huge head was poised directly above her helplessly upraised loins and buttocks! She swallowed in avid horror, the wild dog's presence, his identity according to the medal dangling from his neck, plus the absolute fact that he was there… and he was… subconsciously making her know that this was it… him… the very myth that had brought her and Steve to Crescent Valley! Ex-Except that he was no myth! He lived! And he was savagely hovering right above her… above her nakedly vulnerable loins…!

God, she had never been a coward… a stupid person, or whimpering female, not in all of her twenty-three years… but this… this was unbelievable! She tried to think…! To scream would be futile! There was no one to help her; only Carol was in the house! Mark had spoken of posted sentries, but how far away was the nearest one…? Lord, he could tear her apart before any help might even get close to the house! No! No! She must… must remain cool… somehow, charm him keep him at bay! And… and what was he doing…?

A potent unexpected sensation charged through her earlier, self-aroused loins and belly as she watched him lower his huge head and begin to sniff at her genitals, his cold, wet nose like the brushing touch of an ice-cube against her hot, sensitive cunt-lips and still, tingling thighs…!

Oh… oh God! That… that was his tongue…!

In spine-chilling awe, Carol frantically squirmed beneath the sudden lashing hotness of his wet animal-tongue as it snaked out to lick up and down the smooth-fleshed vale between the trembling, taut mounds of her upraised buttocks. She sucked in her breath and held it until she feared her lungs would burst, while the wetly moistened end of his nose teased hotly against the sensitive area surrounding her upraised anal mouth, its worming tip burrowing with an uncanny knowledge into the tiny oval of its tightly clenched lips!

Ooooooohhhhh! she mentally gasped at the shocking aggression, her young mind a whirlpool of confusion! Cool… yes… my God… keep my head… cool…! Mustn't scream… mustn't…! Ooooohhhhhh…! she choked within to the unbelievable animal-probing of her unprotected loins by the ferocious looking dog. She was not going to faint; she well knew that! She had never fainted in her life… but how… what was she going to do? My God, he… he was starting to lick her there as if she were just another bitch dog in heat… and damn, she had been that, hadn't she! Could… could he sense it? Why hadn't she listened when they were talking about him? Caesar… yes, that's what they'd called him… Caesar! Now, she could see the letters embossed on the medallion… and the Roman centurion… then, the eagle as the golden disc flickered back and forth to his movements…! But… but it was all impossible… these things didn't happen…!

Oooooooohhhhh…! she inwardly wailed, hearing his simultaneous whimper as once more, he wetly taunted the tiny puckered hole of her anal mouth with his hot, incessant tongue! Good God, he'd raped a girl! She hadn't believed it! Now, she wasn't so sure! Oh… oh, what he was doing to her there…! If only she hadn't drunk so much! It… it was almost impossible to put thoughts together… or to make sense! She'd been so hot… thinking of her girlfriend Jean's husband's virile young cock… sucking it… and suddenly, this maddening reality had burst upon her…!

Am I much more than an animal myself? the lustfully confused brunette frenziedly though with heaving breaths as lewd sensations from Caesar's hot, savage tongue flickered sensuously through her! Reflexively, she writhed and twisted, gasping aloud, and then stiffening at his menacing growl!

Oooooh God!

His head that had raised in a vicious show of teeth, dropped once more and she felt his wet, searing tongue burning upward toward the still hotly flushed lips of her excited young pussy. She uncontrollably trembled as he swept his branding, moist flesh along the narrow pink crevice between her widely spread thighs, then up over the full split of her hair-fringed cunt! From her babyishly quivering rectal mouth, it traced the pink passion-engorged edges of her excited pussy-lips to the tiny, erect floweret of her softly pulsating little clitoris! She lifted her head higher to gape downward between her throbbing breasts and open white thighs at the incredible obscene spectacle. Blinding sensations of new-born lust stabbed through her tremoring naked body at the contact of his melting tongue with her super-senstive nerve-centers! Again and again, he licked up between her legs, the thick length of his deliciously fluid tongue spreading deeply through her moist, yielding cuntal-flesh like a dull knife through softened pink butter, carrying her higher away from human reality with every breathtaking lick!