Kit stood staring at the moon, reaching out her hand to clasp her lover’s.
“Lets not drive home yet; let’s drive down to the beach.”
“If that is what you wish,” he said quietly, opening the car door for her.
They drove through the canyon with the windows open. There was something wild in the air, she could feel it, a keen sense of anticipation that came when he pressed the accelerator down and let the car shift into another gear.
She laughed aloud as the wind rushed in at her, not frightened in the least about how fast they were going. They hurtled over the blacktop toward the shore, and Kit felt a subtle change come over her when they pulled into the parking area. It crept into her very soul and made her want to rip her clothes off and run wild with Marius, roll and tumble in the sand.
Then do it, she heard. There are no humans about, and one cannot see this beach from the highway.
Okay. Bring the blanket, she replied.
And though she’d never done anything like it in all her life, she quickly stripped down, removing every stitch of her clothing so she could run buck naked down the dark public beach.
She glanced back at Marius. He, too, was shedding his clothes, the cool breeze whipping his long hair around so he was obliged to brush it from his eyes just to see what he was doing. He came toward her with a soft chuckle and took her in his arms. Kit felt his cock stirring to life against her belly and she reached down to wrap her fingers around the base of it, tugging gently.
“Here,” she told him.
Marius obeyed and spread out the blanket, then he stopped and looked at her.
“Come,” she said, tugging him by the hand to make him join her down there on the blanket. “It is time for us to mate.”
He laughed, knowing she was teasing him, but join her he did. He kneeled down and drew her onto his lap, such as it was, and leaned his head down for a kiss.
Kit’s lips parted and he darted his tongue into her mouth. She returned his kiss three-fold, claiming his mouth with her own hungry, greedy lips, wrestling him down onto his back and pinning him beneath her as she slid up and down the length of his cock without letting him penetrate her.
Marius reached around, grabbing both her ass-cheeks in his hands and pulling her roughly to a halt.
She glanced down at him and his eyes burned with passion, his mouth slightly ajar, looking so serious and Marius-like she felt herself melting.
He was a beautiful man, and his glance raked her body as he lay there, his dark hair fanned out behind him He whispered her name, lifting her hips just enough to impale her on his greedy cock before settling her on top of him again.
He met each of her downward thrusts with a corresponding upward stroke, quickly falling into sync with her. She felt the passion rising within her, slowly but steadily, picking up speed as she spun toward a mind-blowing orgasm that overtook her so suddenly she cried out in the dark, a low, guttural sound breaking from her throat as it swept over her with incredible strength.
Marius groaned as her cunt muscles clamped down hard around the base of his cock, and Kit rode him even harder, wanting to feel him spend into her, feeling a complete loss of control and an overwhelming sense of invincibility.
Marius suddenly rolled her over on her back, his cock still buried deep inside her, and he began thrusting desperately, driving her even further over the edge than she’d ever thought possible.
“Yes, Marius! Fuck! Oh, God!” she heard herself cry out mindlessly. “Oh, Marius, oh, God, fuck me!”
He gave one final thrust and threw back his head, an unearthly sound coming from him as he filled the air with his own wild cries of pleasure.
After a moment, Marius heaved a great sigh and looked down at her, smiling gently, stroking her cheek with the back of his knuckles. He withdrew from her, moving to one corner of the blanket.
Somehow Kit knew he was going to transform and, unable to help herself, she, too, began to shift. She could feel the now-familiar creeping sensation come over her, changing her quickly into his female counterpart.
He smacked her playfully with a heavy paw as she opened her cat’s eyes, and she took off toward the water, plunging into the cold surf recklessly.
Marius was upon her before she knew it, and he mounted her from behind, holding her in place with his mouth firmly clamped over the fur at back of her neck. She let him take her from behind, reveling in this new sensation, letting him freely penetrate her.
She hadn’t known what it would feel like, being ravished in her cougar form, but found she liked it very much, liked his hot breath on the nape of her neck, liked the feeling of being pinned beneath him, unable to do anything but surrender to his will.
It was easier like this.
Her parts were in a different place than they were when she was human, and she felt none of her customary shyness. She came again and again, backing into him as he drove into her relentlessly until he spilled into her one more time.
He released her, and she stepped delicately from the water to shake herself off. Marius was beside her, his tongue bathing her, helping her get dry. She returned the favor, of course, and together they groomed each other thoroughly before shifting back to their human forms.
“Come on,” she said in a sassy voice, turning on her heel and sashaying down the sand toward the water. “I’ll let you lick me again if you’re good.”
Ms. Sargenti has two novels, The Wendy House and Tropical Temptation under her belt. She loves writing about zombies and is active on www.lostzombies.com and her own blog of the undead, After Old Joe. Her second love is writing erotica, which she sometimes publishes under her pen name, AR Shannon. You may contact her at email@example.com or at www.afteroldjoe.wordpress.com.