0 comments/ 18617 views/ 1 favorites Bitch in Heat By: fannyanny He saw her get off her bike and lock it up, a smile on his face, feeling slightly aroused as he thought about what he had planned. He was impatient for her and wished she would hurry up through the building to their flat. Hearing footsteps he waited at the door and hearing the rattle of her keys he swung the door open and pulled her through. She stared at him with wide eyes, she fearing it had been someone she didn't know. He looked at her face and licked his dry lips, dry through anticipation. He bent to her neck and took a deep breath. He murmured, "That smell... Oh Heaven." "It's sweat, let me go have a shower. It's the deodorant." "No." He said sternly. She looked at him with fear again. She saw a look of hunger in his brown eyes. Inside he felt like a dog with a bitch on heat. He had waited a long time to have sex with her just after she had got home, before she could shower and wash away the smell of exercise. Her look of fear relaxed and she eyed him more, "Come with me into the shower then if you must." "No, here, now." He drew her to him, not letting her go. "Let me take my coat off..." He shook his head before kissing her on her wet lips. Coming up from her coat was the smell of the damp outdoors and he felt himself becoming even more aroused. He pressed his tongue through her lips and into her mouth, teasing hers with his. A hand moved down her back and underneath her trousers waistband and under her knickers. She closed her eyes as she moaned softly and wrapped her arms round him. She was pressed so close to him she could feel him rising under his own trousers. She began to become aroused as well. Wanting him to do more she stepped away from him just to take her coat off and then her t-shirt. He stopped her there, murmuring, "No further. Let's go slowly." He bent his head and gently kissed her lips and then moved to her throat, making her smile and close her eyes again. The kisses moved down to her cleavage, where her cross lay between her breasts. She felt his hands swept up her back and softly unclip her bra. He drew it away from her, revealing her breasts, creamy, the colour of hidden skin, unlike the rest of her tanned body. He pushed her up against their flat's door and with one hand locked the door while the other took one of her breasts into his hand, softly rubbing it while his lips whispered over her other, his tongue brushing against her damp skin and twisted itself round her nipple. He felt her breasts hardening as he massaged each in turn in his hand, massaging hard with a violent tenderness. Her hands when for the buttons of his shirt and undid a few before slipping her hands in to touch his chest, rubbing the skin with her thumbs hard. He moaned into her breast. Her hands withdrew and pulled his shirt from his trousers before slipping her hands in and finding his penis, teasing it. His hands left her breasts and moved down to her waistband and undid her trousers. His lips remained on her breasts, his tongue softly moving over them, tasting the sweat of her exertions. He could feel her rapid breath on his lips and he smiled as her chest rose up and down. He knelt before her and slipped her trousers down her legs, taking her knickers with them. She held her hands on his shoulders as he kissed her calves and then moved to her inner thighs. They crept up and then his tongue was slipping into her opening, sweeping over her clit, tasting her. His hands were around her buttocks, holding her up as she was sure she was about to drop to the floor from all that she was feeling. His nose brushed through her pussy making her moan and push herself into his face. He murmured, "Not yet." "Please, I..." She moaned. She pulled him up and he obeyed though his fingers moved to her opening, rubbing her so hard she felt she was becoming swollen. She moaned again but her hands were rapidly undoing his trousers. They dropped to the floor and this boxer shorts followed. Her lips were on his chest, kissing him, feeling the few hairs that were on it. Her hands had hold of his hardening cock, rubbing it, making it harder than it had been. He moaned into her hair and closed his eyes. She mumbled, "Do so now then." "No, not yet." "If you won't I will." She said harshly into his chest, feeling tears welling up in her feeling of desperation, wanting him desperately, so much more than she had ever felt before. She felt his fingers move further into her and she gasped and gulped. He felt her wetness all over his fingers and not wanting her to have an orgasm before him he pressed her up against the door again as he withdrew his fingers from her opening. She still held on to his hard cock and guided it between her thighs. He drove his penis inwards as she wrapped her legs round him, holding on to him as he thrust harder into her, pushing her hard up against the door. His lips were on her throat again and her head was up as she moaned and then cried out, "Harder, fuck me, come on, I know you can do it." Her hands were round his buttocks as she pushed on them, forcing him deeper into her. She rammed her hips into his and he moaned. She shuddered as she felt herself finally satisfied by him, reaching her orgasm with all her feelings exploding inside her and over his diving penis, though he was still going, plunging as deep as he could into her. She let him finish and he forced himself deeper than he had ever thought he could go, his hands pushing her into him so he could. Finishing, he gasped hard in unison with her as she placed shaking feet on the floor... Bitch in Heat Tina pulled the comforter around her shoulders a bit tighter as she settled down on the fake leather couch, remote control in her hand. A bowl of freshly -puffed popcorn and a glass of soda sat beside her on a coffee table. "Another Friday night alone! No doubt he is down at Joe's Bar getting drunk as a skunk again!" she muttered to herself, switching the channels sharply with her thumb. Her eyes narrowed as she became more irate by the moment. Her fevered imagination lent visions of her husband, Tom, in the arms of a younger prettier woman, slow dancing. His hands reached behind to caress a tight nubile ass as he ground against her with a stiff hard cock. "Chickenshit bastard!" She cried out, rising from the couch with such sudden movement the bowl full of popcorn went tumbling off of the table. "He's never taken me there but he can go there with his friends!" Stomping to the bedroom she ripped the all-purpose housedress off her body, big buttons flying across the room along with two furry bunny slippers. At this moment Tina Thomas was convinced her marriage was on the line. She might lose Tom to another woman. Some women will do anything to keep their man. She let the hot rollers heat as she dug out the mini skirt from a year ago that Tom liked. She didn't allow herself the threatening tears as she counted the days, weeks and oh my god, over a month since last she and Tom had made love. Oh they had fiddled a bit here and there but the earth shattering stuff had gone out the door after Tom switched jobs. Standing in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the closet door, she stood naked, lifting each heavy breast in satisfaction. Her pink nipples perked up as she tweaked each one between her fingers. "I have great boobs." She smiled as she turned and inspected her tight round bottom with equal satisfaction. At least she hadn't lost her figure. She squeezed into the tight black mini skirt and little knit tube top, adjusting her breasts so that they mounded together, forming a deep crevice where her necklace could nestle. Her nipples jutted out proudly as if begging for another tweak. After rolling her fiery red hair she brushed it out into long curls that danced against her back. She applied a generous portion of makeup and glittering jewelry. Perfume wafted behind her as she walked back to the mirror and inspected herself with a highly arched brow. No longer was she the boring housewife. Looking back at her was a sultry sex goddess with red pouty lips in high stiletto heels! Those heels clicked sassily on the concrete as she sashayed to the car, swinging a little red bag by one finger and whistling. She slid into the driver's seat, pulling the scanty skirt down to at least cover the crease of her thighs. She took a deep breath and smiled. God it felt good to be bad! Within minutes she was swinging into the parking lot of Joe's Bar. She felt like she was in one of those old westerns where Miss Kitty and Doc would turn to look as she stepped into the bar. She stood at the door with her head held high. A few catcalls and whistles put a bright smile on her face as she searched the area of the front room for her husband. Some guys were playing pool at the three tables in the back. Other than that it was just the usual bunch of drinkers hanging on at the bar and nursing beers. Not seeing Tom anywhere, she did what any good wife would do. She took a seat at the bar pulling the micro mini as far down as it would allow. She winked at the bartender with a thickly mascaraed eye. "I'll have a scotch and water with a twist of lime." A devilish grin was on her face but her mind was running through all the scenarios Tom might be in at the moment. Looking into the big mirror behind the bar she was reassured that sex goddess mode was definitely still on. "Hey good-looking, how's about you and me dancing? There's a band in the back." She smiled sweetly to the man sitting to her left as he told the bartender to put the scotch on his tab and stood up, holding out a hand to her. She eyed him up and down slowly, over the rim of her glass, and then rose with the scotch in her hand. He was a tall drink of water but she was not short herself at 5'6". "Sure why not?" Country music blared forth as they opened the door to the back room and stepped in. People were on the dance floor scooting across the wooden boards to a western boogie. Her eyes scanned the couples and the tables quickly but she saw no sign of Tom or any of his friends. Just as she was beginning to wonder if looking for Tom was a bad idea after all, the man pulled a chair out for her to sit down. Quickly she downed the scotch, setting the empty glass on the table, as she wiggled into the chair, tugging on the short skirt. "Before you get the wrong impression you should know I'm here looking for my husband." She blurted out. He laughed and again held out his hand. "You're safe, ma'am. My name is Joe and I own this hole in the wall. I have to say your husband is a lucky man." She could not help but laugh too as she took his hand and shook it lightly. "I'm Tina Thomas." "What's your husband's name? I might know him." Tina realized that Joe was rather attractive in a rugged way, as he smiled kindly. "Tom. Tom Thomas?" "No kidding! Sure I know Tom. He and his friends came in early this evening for a beer." He leaned back in his chair stretching out his long legs and chuckled. "So you're Tina?" Tina blushed a bit as she looked at him inquiringly. "Tom has spoken of me?" "Oh yeah, all the time." He grinned lazily. "Tina who burned his birthday cake and cried until he went and bought one at the grocery store. Tina who ran the car into a ditch and managed to get it out all by herself. Oh and the best one! When you called up his mother and told her to stay the hell out of your business because he is your baby now and not hers? Is it true you are a wildcat in bed? Tom says you scratch like a bitch." Tina had a beet red face as she stared at Joe in disbelieve. Shaking her head she laughed. "I didn't think he talked about me, I mean us." "He loves you a lot." Joe said with a wise nod. "The ones that talk about their wives and kids are not the ones you have to worry about." Making up her mind Tina leaned forward and asked in a low voice. "Can I ask you something?" "You can ask me anything." Joe replied sitting up and leaning closer. "Have you ever seen him with another woman?" Joe broke out laughing then looked at her seriously. "Not Tom. Nope." Picking up the little red bag, Tina rose and held out her hand. "Thank you Joe. I will be back with my husband. " Taking her hand in his, Joe kissed it and smiled. "It has been my pleasure. Don't forget, you owe me a dance!" ******** Tom held his head in his hands and groaned deeply. With a wide blue gaze he looked at the six point buck lying on the hood of his pick up truck, dead shiny eyes staring at him". "Damn, damn, damn!" he cursed. Well nothing for it, he would have to leave his truck in the ditch until morning. Or maybe if Tina were up for it they would come back and get the meat. Either way he would have a long walk home. Lighting a cigarette he flipped the butane lighter closed with a thumb and took a long drag. "At least it's you and not me, buddy." He set his straw cowboy hat on his head and climbed out of the truck. His cowboy boots sucked against the gumbo mud as he pulled himself up the slick ditch bank. He laid a work-hardened hand on the dead deer's chest before hitching up his belt. Turning to the long woodland road he inhaled deeply and sighed. "Yep, long walk." Dripping strands of moss hung from the old oaks that canopied the road. The full moon shone on patches of rainwater that puddled on the road. It was not too warm and the rain lent a fresh clean scent to the night air. Tom found it was not so unpleasant a walk as he had imagined. He tuned into the night like he did when he was hunting. Each sound of a twig snapping or croak of a bullfrog echoed amongst the constant song of crickets and grasshoppers.. Soon he was seeing an occasional flicker of light reflected from the pupils of small creatures amongst the trees. He flipped the butt of his cigarette to the side of the road and kept walking. Tom came beneath a tall oak tree leaning heavily across the road. He felt an icy shiver begin right above his shirt collar and race down his spine. There was a deathly silence. His eyes scanned the sides of the road, seeing only trees with hanging moss fluttering in the breeze. Beyond was ebony darkness lit in spots with small fingers of moonlight, but he knew swampland was back there. Gators and snakes would be out looking for a meal. He caught a scent and tried to identify it, turning his head to the side. It was not of animal yet it had a wet feral trace to it. The moon slipped behind a bank of pregnant clouds, playing hide and seek. It disappeared and refused to come out. He shoved a cigarette into his mouth and took a step forward, his eyes trying to pierce the blanket of blackness covering him. It seemed to suffocate him with the step of his cowboy boots amplified. His heart began to race as adrenaline cruised through his veins like wildfire. He pulled the lighter out of his pocket and was about to chide himself for being a big baby. Just about to whistle Dixie and walk faster when he heard it. He stood straight as a statue, not a muscle moving, and heard it again. Breathing. Soft steady breathing close by him. He could hear the inhale and the exhale. The scent was strong now. It was intoxicatingly female. He felt an unexplainable surge of blood harden his cock as if Tina had touched him there. Reaching down he shifted the crotch to his jeans to accommodate this new development and began to turn around. Suddenly a weight fell on top of him pinning him to the wet road before he could utter a sound. Blood oozed from his cut lip as his face was smashed into the hardened tar. A quick sharp stroke slammed down hard on that vulnerable spot just below the nape of his neck. He grunted as air whooshed from his lungs, his eyes tearing with water. The stars seemed to skitter and fall around him. His unconscious breath was steady as he was dragged into the underbrush. **** Tina turned up the radio and sang with the windows all the way down, rain scented wind blowing through her hair as she drove toward home. Well wherever Tom and the boys had gotten off to she wasn't worried. He talked about her! The birthday cake! And she never knew he was proud of her for getting the car out of the ditch that time! Suddenly she remembered how Tom could be. She remembered the feel of his rock hard cock rubbing hotly against her bare skin. His dimples and his baby blue eyes and how they darkened with lust for her. The sweetness of his tongue in her mouth twisting and turning and then twisting and turning inside of her lips below even more vigorously. She began to imagine the treat she would have waiting at home for her husband. He would walk into their bedroom and she would be on the bed with her legs spread wide open. With one hand she would be tweaking her nipples until they almost hurt and with the other she would be getting her pussy sloppy wet for him. Her fingers diving in and out until she could not stand it and then stopping just short of coming, her breath gasping as her eyes pleaded with Tommy to take her. Fuck her. Do anything he wanted to her He would throw off his clothes and ravage her body with his stiff hard cock pounding into her, his mouth biting and sucking at her flesh. His hands would be all over her, grabbing her ass to shove deeply until she cried out in tortuous passion. She moaned softly and slid a finger underneath her panties to rub deliciously against her swollen clit. Why not start now? Why just have daydreams or even night dreams about it? Her fingers grasped the wheel; all playful reverie cut short, as she peered into the darkness and slowly drew close to a red pick up truck in the ditch. A deer lay obscenely spread across the hood. "Is that Tom's truck?" She said aloud as her foot hit the brake. Leaving the door open, she bounced from the car and slid against the muddy bank, reaching down to take off the high heels. "Oh my God!" Her mouth hung open as she slipped past the deer on the hood and opened the driver's door. She looked inside searching for some sign of Tom. Turning, her eyes flitted anxiously up and down the deserted road as Tim McGraw's voice sang 'Live Like You Were Dying' from her car's radio. She managed to climb up the bank and get to the car where it's reassuring light comforted her in a small way. Sliding in, she slammed the door shut and turned the radio off. Slowly she drove forward, calling out his name and using the headlights to search the sides of the road. On the road underneath a tall eerily branched tree something shimmered in the light. She pulled the car carefully off to the side and reached into the glove compartment retrieving a plastic dollar store flashlight. Getting out of the car, she flicked the light on and tugged the mini skirt down in the back. On second thought she pulled off the useless heels she had put back on her feet and tossed them into the back seat, turning to square her shoulders and walk forward bare footed. The small creatures seemed to tease her, a rustle here a twig snap there. Each time she stopped with a hard swallow and flashed into the murky darkness, her hand shaking slightly. She reached down and picked up the lighter with Tom's initials engraved on the front. She had bought it for him for Christmas. She whimpered pitifully feeling its weight in her hand. The light picked up a little patch of red wetness on the black-tarred road. She leaned down dipping a finger in it and holding it under the light. There was no mistaking the drop of blood. With a sharp intake of breath she flashed the light all over the area until she saw where the thin blades of marshy grass lay flat as if a body had been dragged that way. "No Tom. No." she whispered in agony. Her vivid imagination had her Tommy in the jaws of an alligator but sanity told her this couldn't be, because if it were true, there would be much more blood. Unmindful of the short skirt that was hiked to her waist she set off in a dead run, the flashlight jiggling a crazy dancing light before her, but the bent grass path was, to her, as plain as day. ****** Deep in the dark dreams holding Tom, Gran-pere's crackly voice spoke warningly into his ear. "I tell ye son, there be all sorts of things not of this world liken to us out in them swamps. Folks disappeared out there for nigh on a hunerd years I reckon." His subconscious tried to warn him what was on the other side. The waking world where he was being dragged like a sack of potatoes through the swamp at an inhuman speed, but, Tom did not want to wake up. A sharp poke in Tom's side brought him back to the here and now swiftly. He almost jumped out of his skin trying to back away from the pointed stick as he rubbed his eyes. "What the hell?" Wet black hair hung over a pale face trailing down long thin arms to sharply boned hips. Tom stared in disbelief at the creature squatting before him. Not a stitch of cloth covered this swamp nymph, or whatever she was. Her body was shining in the sparse moonlight from a thin sheen of sweat lacquering tight compact muscles. Small breasts with hard pointed nipples peeked through the stringy hair. A long finger was buried in a thatch of curly black hair between her thighs. Before he could think what to make of her, she was straddled on top of him with the point of the stick digging into his throat until he choked with tears stinging his eyes. Through the haze of tears and darkness he thought he saw sharp pointed teeth. She snarled and pressed the point tighter, rendering him helpless. Her long nails scratched his skin as she unzipped his jeans and raised her bottom to jerk them down. In a daze, Tom raised his hips to accommodate her. Leaving jeans and underwear tangled around his feet, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke up and down. She bent her head and the wet hair tickled his skin as she raked her fanged teeth against his flesh as if she might bite him. Tom groaned as his body betrayed him, his cock growing hard and turgid. "Wait a minute now!" Tom protested but she only growled and pushed the tip of the stick into his Adam's apple harder. Her eyes bore into his with a need greater than anything Tom had seen before. Raising her bottom she used her free hand to steady Tom's cock as she prepared to ease down over the thick purple head. Moving back and forth swiftly she slid it over her clit. An animalistic growl escaped her lips as her increasing scent overpowered Tom's senses. She threw back her head emitting a shrill feline screech of triumph almost ritualistic and Tom knew she was about to impale herself on his jutting cock. The point of the stick eased for a split second on Tom's throat. In that second, with a wild yell, Tom knocked the stick out of her hand and sat up, his fist lunging at the same moment. The woman never made a sound as her body fell limply to the side with a dull thud. "If Tina finds out about this bitch." Tom murmured as he stood over the inert body and pulled up his underwear and pants " ***** Feral creatures are born to thrive in the dark regions of the world. They feed, mate and fight to survive on sheer instinct. Smell, taste, sight, touch and that other integral part of their psyche, the sensory antennae of perception that man knew intimately long ago. It lies hidden deep within the recesses of mind and spirit, even in man today, asleep until need awakens it. She had smelled his man scent, different but somehow the same as her mate who had found the clearing in the Path, leaving her behind with nothing but the dead weight of his body, which would never move again. Never mate to give her a young one. Her nostrils flared wide when she leaned down from the thick sturdy limb that supported her. Wet black hair trailed to brush against the leaves behind which she was hidden. She should have gone to the Stream of Good Water. She felt the danger but somehow it made her hungry. It was a feeling not of words, not as civilized man would think. She knew the mud that usually caked her bare skin would make her invisible to the naked eye yet the rain had washed it from her and now her skin glistened cleanly and she was close to civilization. Her eyes had narrowed with contemplation as she watched Tom striding down the manmade road that was taboo to her. Full red lips covered needle sharp teeth. The fingers that wrapped around the limb ended with long taloned nails, good for digging deep to spear the juiciest portions of meat. She traced a long finger down an inner thigh, delving between her bottom lips and twisting and turning. Bringing the finger to her mouth her tongue lapped the juices greedily. She would break the clan law. The deer would be hers and this man could mate with her and then he too could be meat. Just as the others had. Sweet red meat for her clan. **** Tina stopped running, taking in huge gulps of air as she listened with her head cocked to the side. 'Was that a panther or a woman screaming?' Shaking her head, she gathered her strength and with determination, began to run again. She ignored the itchy sweat trickling down her back and the thin stinging welts crisscrossing her legs as the reeds whipped against her. Tom heard a crash coming from the swamp as if a deer or large creature was running for its life. Bitch in Heat He turned his head back toward the prone body of the swamp woman, about to try and waken her, but she was gone. Quickly, he hid himself amongst the tall reeds and waited, watching. He stared in disbelief as he saw his disheveled wife cut through the swamp like a madwoman in a nightmare. "Tina!" he shouted out to her as he parted the reeds and stepped forward. Tina fell to her knees with tears of happiness streaking her face. Her mascara ran in rivulets down her cheeks. She gasped, forcing each word out with effort. "Tom! Oh, Tommy! I thought you were dead!" He spoke quietly, kneeling beside her to take her into his arms, kissing her face and her forehead."Shh. There now. I'm just fine, Honey." Her eyes dilated with fear, stared into his, as her fingers gripped his arms. "Oh God, Tommy! I heard an awful sound just a moment ago! There's a panther or something in this swamp!" Tom tried to explain. "No. No it's not a panther, Dear. It's some crazy swamp woman that tried to rape me." The meaning did not reach her fevered mind. "But, but, oh, and, Tommy! I saw the truck. I was coming for you. I have your lighter. I dressed up for you, Tommy. I went to Joe's Bar thinking you would be there and I met Joe. He is a really nice person. " Her words came out in a breathless heated rush, hushed only by Tom's mouth as his lips came down on hers in a long hard kiss, punctuated with Tina's soft moans and Tom's groans. Her breathing slowed, but the adrenaline pumping through her veins now had endorphins swimming backstrokes, as she soaked in Tommy's sensual kiss, her hands kneading his shoulders. He pulled her tube top down, baring her pillowy breasts to cool air, so that his fingers could pinch her taut nipples. Tina's legs spread apart as if with a will of their own. Tom wasted no time tugging her panties off and slipping a finger past soft red curls into her wet swollen folds, stoking a warm fire that spread like quicksilver through her. Her fingers fumbled with his belt buckle as she desperately sought to free his hard throbbing cock. Tom stood up and pulled his clothes off, laying them on top of his cowboy boots. Tina slithered out of her tight skirt and top, lying back on the soft marsh grass with open arms. "Make love to me, Tom. Make love to me like there is no tomorrow!" Tom stood before her, his breath catching, as his eyes filled with the priceless sight of his beautiful wife, naked on a bed of grass. Moonlight glittered like stars in her fiery red hair, and sheened across her skin with luminescence. Thin welts from the razor sharp reeds, traced across the milky skin of her legs and arms and Tom realized those were there because of him. "Tina, you are beautiful. Truly beautiful." He whispered softly. Tina's gaze traveled slowly over her husband's bare body as if she had never seen him before. He stood like an Adonis statue before her. His manly chest, strong arms, and capable hands were perfectly proportioned to a long neatly tailored waist and legs. A thatch of soft curly hair lay between his thighs, from which his justified cock stood proudly at attention. She dragged her eyes slowly upward to his chiseled face, a beam of moonlight turning his blue eyes to molten silver. "God, you are gorgeous, Tom." Her voice caught in emotion as Tom walked to her and lay down beside her. "You want me to make love to you?" Tina nodded vigorously, her hand reaching to stroke the tight muscle of his swollen cock. "Tina, everything we do is making love, you know that don't you?" Her eyes met his as his words sank in. "Yes, I do know that, now." She whispered, her mind whirling with the utter truthfulness of what he had just said. How foolish could she have been to think for even a moment her Tommy would betray her? Those damn soap operas with the skinny bitches and philandering hubbies! They put those thoughts in her mind! But then, all thought was swept away as his face lowered, and his lips captured hers, his tongue dancing inside of her mouth as he moved over her body. Her hand clasped tightly and pulled on his jutting cock until it rested between her velvety thighs. "God, Tommy, it's been too long. I forgot how good this feels." She closed her eyes, a moan rising from the depth of her being as Tommy positioned his rock hard cock at the silky opening to heaven. "Never that long again, my love." He raised his hips, about to plunge into her depths, when an ear splitting screech rent the air and Tommy was thrown off of her. The swamp woman picked Tina up like she was a rag doll and threw her against a tree trunk. Tina slid down the trunk until she was sitting at its base, staring at the wild-eyed woman with disbelief. What the hell was this naked thing? Was she a cave woman? The crazy woman pointed to herself then Tom. The gesture was unmistakable. In her primitive mind, she had claimed Tom for her own. Tom's words finally registered. "No. No it's not a panther, Dear. It's some crazy swamp woman that tried to rape me." Tina felt a rage sweep over her unlike any she had known before. Rising, she threw herself onto the woman, wrapping her long hair around her hand and jerking her head back viciously. "He's mine, you bitch!" Swamp woman grimaced and gnashed her sharp teeth, whipping her head around to slam into Tina's head. Tina released her hair and groaned, holding her head. Tom, who had been in an open mouthed daze, raced forward and grabbed the woman by the arm, swinging her away from Tina and into the tall grasses. Swamp woman jumped back to her feet, grabbed an overhanging limb, and swung herself up into the tree. Falling from above, the weight of her body slammed Tom onto the ground face forward. She raised her arms and chopped down hard on the nape of his neck; the same move that had rendered him unconscious before. Tina screamed and ran forward, shoving the woman onto the ground. Swamp woman reached up and grabbed Tina's hard nipple. She twisted viciously as she rose. Tina cried out and kicked her, forcing her to release her tortured nipple. The two heavily panting women stood and faced each other with flashing eyes. Tina put her hands on her hips and spit with disgust at the strange primitive woman. "You can't have my man, bitch!" The woman spat back at Tina, then hissed like a cat, her fingers curled into claws as she raked at the air threateningly. Tina let her eyes fall on Tom for a moment and knew she must end this now so she could see to her husband. With a come hither wiggle of her finger, she growled. "Bring it on, she-cat." Tina ducked backwards as the woman flew forward, her claws missing Tina's perfectly unmarred face by an inch. As she passed, Tina stuck out her foot and tripped her with a cry of triumph. The swamp woman skidded across the grass. Wasting no time, Tina straddled her, plummeting her face with tightly balled fists. She hit her hard across the mouth. "You " Reeling from the pain shooting like daggers from her curled fingers she struck again. "Want." She landed a blow on her left eye. "To." Even harder a blow fell on the right eye. "Fuck." Screaming the words Tina grabbed both her ears pounding the swamp woman's head on the ground. "My husband?" Swamp woman grabbed Tina's fiery hair and tried to pull it out by the roots. Both women rolled on the ground in a death lock. Tina managed to get on top again. Gritting her teeth, she broke the hold with an elbow, coming down hard on the woman's nose. Hot blood spurted across Tina's breasts as the swamp woman let loose an inhuman yowl and threw Tina off of her, scooting backwards on her bare bottom. Breathing heavily, Tina kept an eye on the woman as she ran over to where Tom lay unconscious. "Tom! Tommy wake up!" She leaned over and shook him, straightening to her feet as swamp woman rose, wiping the blood from her face with the back of her hand. Tina stared at her and thought,'Thank god I didn't stay home or Tom would be in the clutches of this evil thing.' Swamp woman looked from Tom lying on the grass to Tina. She made an obscene gesture of a man jerking off between her thighs then stuck her stomach out and rubbed it much as a pregnant woman would. This Tina understood immediately. She wanted a baby. Tina stood over Tom a foot on either side of him and made the same gesture, and then making a fist, she raised her middle finger and growled. "Fuck off bitch. I told you. He is MINE." Swamp woman turned and before Tina could blink an eyelash, she had snatched their clothes and left, melting into the swampland like the creature she was. Tina sat down beside Tom and breathed deeply, tears filling her eyes as she stroked her husband's face and whispered, "Tommy, please wake up." Tom woke up as morning was breaking. He found his blood-smeared wife sleeping soundly beside him. He looked her over and couldn't find any wounds. Just scratches here and there. Picking her up in his arms, he gingerly carried her until he had to rest. Tina woke up in his arms. Tom was sitting underneath an old oak tree holding her like a child. "You know Gran pere warned me when I was a little boy about this swamp. It goes on for miles and miles." "Tommy let's go home." Tina smiled wanly. They fell into the car, still exhausted from their ordeal. Tina vaguely wondered how they would look to the neighbors, getting out of the car buck naked and covered in dried blood.. They would be the talk of the town for at least a month. She flipped on the car radio. A feeling of deja vu swept over her as Tim McGraw's voice began to sing, "Live Like You Were Dying." They tried to find the swamp woman but the local police finally gave up, inferring that perhaps after a rowdy night on the town, Tom and Tina had come across some crazy woman hitch hiking. Things went back to normal so fast it made Tina's head spin. Just two weeks and already it felt like it had been a bad dream. She was sitting on the couch, watching Jerry Springer and laughing, when the phone rang. She answered it and her heart skipped a beat when Tom's voice whispered sexily in her ear. "Put on that new mini skirt and meet me after work at Joe's Bar." Thank you for reading my little tale! Bitch in Heat Burning. Liquid fire in her veins. Pain. Desperation. An old soul, an inhuman soul, trapped in a body unprepared to deal with the heat cycle. This was worse than usual, however. In the presence of her chosen mate, with their marriage ceremony so near and their hearts brimming with the desire to start a family, her body was on fire. The heat had ravaged her for nearly a week, spurring them into a constant frenzy of sexual activities, but it wasn't enough. As the male lies beside her, his hand stroking absently through her dark curls, she makes a low whining sound deep in her throat. "What is it?" he questions, knowing the answer before he even looks to see the lust in her caramel eyes. "I need you in me," she whimpers, voice raspy and breathless, her throat having been stretched to its limits by his cock a dozen times already that day. He just shakes his head, tugging on her hair a bit before returning his attention to the television show. With her heat pushing her into a deep, serene kind of submission she meekly returns to stroking his cock in silence, unwilling to upset him by pushing the topic. After a few more moments, however, she grows bored, and leans down to take the head into her mouth. Growling approval, he pushes her head down until she's gasping around his member, eagerly running her tongue over the veiny surface and bobbing her head. His hips begin to thrust, pushing his cock further into her mouth as she moans around the velvety flesh, all too eager to please. He enjoys her mouth, using it for his own pleasure until he blows his load, shooting a few thick ropes of cum down her throat and holding her there until she taps his leg weakly, a silent beg for breath. Pleased with the service, he pushes at her side, signaling for her to roll over and present herself to him. She moves quickly to her knees and elbows, her head tilted back so that he can hear her sounds and grab her hair with no difficulty, her back arched to present her ass and dripping pussy so that he can use her. As soon as he's behind her she's wiggling her butt, rocking back against him with little whimpers of need until he plunges his cock into her soaking cunt, causing her to nearly scream in relief. Only with his thick member plunging into her did the fire coursing through her lessen to a comfortable level of heat, allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure of being fucked. Whimpering breathlessly she grinds back into him, until his fist wraps around her hair and she lets out a needy whine. The sound resonates with him, striking a primal note somewhere deep in his brain. He knew what she was – his precious "wolfy" on most days, his needy little cumslut on days like this when the heat overtook her. Normally he was content to pet her and accept her animalistic sounds without comment or much interest, but in this moment the beast clicked within him. Growling fiercely, he digs his fingers into her hips with no care as to whether or not he'll bruise her milky flesh as he begins thrusting into her with such force that she can do little more than moan and whimper in pure delight. This continues for a few moments, his growls growing louder as her pussy clenches around his aching cock. "Do you like that, little bitch? Do I feel good in you?" She whines in response to the words, pushing back against him eagerly. The words struck the submissive within her, making her even more wet – if that were possible given her current state of arousal. He chuckles in response to her wiggling, leaning down to sink his teeth into her bared neck. She nearly screams at that, her vaginal muscles spasming around him as she goes limp in a sign of complete and utter submission, allowing him to use her however he likes. He growls against her flesh in a sign of approval as he continues thrusting into her, his balls tightening now. She had never been so eager to give in to his every whim as she had in these last few days, practically begging him to cum in her whenever he had the energy to get yet another erection. Now, however, she was quiet and still beneath him, almost holding her breath. From the mindless ramblings earlier in the day he knew her full energy was on one thing, and he was all too willing to give it to her. "I'm going to fill you with my cum, breed you like the bitch you are," he mumbles against her ear as he continues to thrust into her. At that she loses it, biting down on the pillow beneath her to muffle her scream as she orgasms violently, every muscle in her body convulsing with pleasure so intense that it blinds her. "Fuck!" he groans, thrusting his hips into her one final time before he loses control and shoots into her clenching cunt. He pushes deep into her, pinning her firmly beneath him as rope after rope of thick cum fills her, her muscles almost milking his cock as she rides out an orgasm that doesn't settle into breathless pants until he's spilled the last of his seed into her. "Thank you," she sighs, twisting her head to nuzzle at him before she hooks her ankles around his legs as encouragement to keep him there while his cum settles in her. The burning, normally only temporarily soothed by a good fuck, calms into a dull, pulsing warmth that centers in her belly. When he finally rolls off of her and pulls her against him to cuddle, she's smiling with such complete happiness that he can't help but laugh. "Was the sex that good?" he jokes, causing her to giggle slightly before she responds, "Yes, and I don't think we need to worry about me going into heat again for a few years." His eyes widen, and she laughs again, stroking over his fingers as his hand moves to rest on her stomach. "You said you were going to breed me," she laughs, nuzzling his face, "You certainly did an excellent job."