"Does it hurt you, my friend?"

I wanted to lie. Instead I found that I couldn't both breathe and hold the truth in at once. He was like fire inside me, my entire body aflame, aching for him to stop and at once for him to never stop.

"Y- yes." 

He drew in a harsh breath, began to withdraw from me. His eyes snapped open, blinked as they met mine.

"I am sorry, Donatello. I will stop."

I reached for his massive hand, gripped tightly as though holding on for dear life. As though the world may spin and fall beneath me, and I may plummet to my death if I didn't hold on.

"No," I panted. "Please." I begged.

He blinked again, his eyes darting between my hand on his hand, my eyes locked on his eyes. "I do not wish to hurt you."

Smiling, I reached to stroke his face. My knuckles scraped and bumped along his pebbled skin, felt the ridges where his jowls became his teeth. I shook my head.

"It's a wonderful pain," I said, that truth coming as easily as the tears that slid from my eyes at the pressure deep within my body. So full, so warm. "The most exquisite pain I've ever felt."

He blinked again, rumbled deep inside the barrel of his chest as his thumb on my weeping cock drew a similar sound from me.

"Please," I pleaded, my voice twisted by my churr. "Please, Leatherhead. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. I need this."

Hesitantly, almost shyly, he nodded, his great head lowering to mine, his massive tongue rolling along the pulse of my neck as he moved again. The fire inside me sparked higher, causing me to cry out. 

"Please," I moaned. "Please," I begged. 

His enormous cock throbbed and twitched as he nodded, pushed deeper inside me. My legs spread as far as I could manage, my body so open, so wide open to all that he could give to me. His movements echoed the pounding of my heart, hammering wildly, yet still I yearned, starved for him.

"Please," I bellowed, "More!" 

His giant hands gripped my body as he growled his reply, forcing more and more of himself into my body, again and again until I felt I would surely tear in half. 

My twisted scream matched his feral roar as we both released, my death grip on his tail matched his own grip around my shell. 

His claws raked my carapace, permanently marking me. He owned me now, forever. I would succumb to the magnificence of him every night for the rest of my life. He had only to ask.

Never had I felt such pleasurable pain. Never would I want to be without it.