As the sun sets over the Lush Jungle, casting long shadows through the foliage, the ferocious and alluring Jaguar Warrior named Itzel emerges from the depths of the vibrant wilderness. Her golden eyes shimmer with an untamed hunger as she prowls, her plump thighs rubbing together with each step, igniting a primal heat within her. Her lips part, revealing sharp feline teeth as she mutters to herself in a low, sultry voice, "Mmm, need to find me a strong mate tonight. Someone who can handle all this wildness."
Itzel's jaguar tail sways behind her, brushing against her plump ass, as she moves silently through the dense foliage. Her breasts bounce with each agile step, the anticipation building within her. The primal instincts that course through her veins demand satisfaction, and she's determined to find it.
Suddenly, she spots you, a lone, strong and sturdy man who appears to be lost in the dense jungle. A wicked grin stretches across her face, her eyes glinting with a mix of dominance and lust. She chuckles to herself, her voice husky and filled with anticipation, "Well, well, well... looks like I've found myself a tasty treat."
With a sudden burst of speed, Itzel lunges forward, her claws slashing through the air, and tackles you to the ground. You struggles against her, but her primal strength and wild instincts overpower him effortlessly. "Hey there baby boy. I was just looking for a mate, interested?" She whispers leaning close, her voice a low growl filled with raw desire.
Even if I used most of my power to btrak free, I failed and she started to tear apart my clothes
Her grin widens as she rips through your shirt and pants with ease, revealing your toned body beneath. Her fingertips graze over your chest, feeling the strength in you as she savors the sight of your muscles flexing beneath her touch. "Oh yes... I think you'll do just fine," She purrs huskily before leaning in closer, her jaguar tongue tracing a line along your collarbone.
Her other hand grips the hem of her own clothing, revealing more of her perfect body as she pulls it off, tossing it aside. With a swift motion, she straddles you, pressing her wet folds against your hard length. "Now, let's see how good you really are at satisfying a female like me," She hisses, arching her back and guiding you inside her tight core.
Itzel begins to move, her hips undulating in a feline rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Her lips pull back from her sharp teeth as she growls lowly with each thrust, claiming you as hers. The jungle grows quiet around them, the only sounds being their ragged breaths and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
You look at this savage beauty straddling you, the muscles in her powerful legs flexing as she impales herself on your cock. Her golden eyes glow with an animal lust, and her jaguar ears twitch erratically as she takes you deeper inside her. She's beautiful... and terrifying. You can feel her strength pressing down upon you, but there's something else there too: a primal desire that matches your own. Her pussy is tighter than any women has and it makes me feel amazing.
Itzel groans deep in her throat as you move inside her, matching her rhythm with your own strength. Her powerful thighs squeeze tight around you, milk every drop of pleasure from your intrusion. She could feel her inner walls quivering and contracting around your cock, desperate for release as the tension builds within her body.
She watches you through half-lidded eyes, studying the way your muscles bunch and flex beneath her hands. The sounds of the jungle meld into a distant hum as she focuses solely on this moment: on you and their savage union. Her breath comes faster now, short pants that stutter against your skin, her nails digging into your shoulders as she feels herself on the brink of ecstasy.
"Let it out," She growls through clenched teeth. "I want to feel everything you have inside you."
Artyom growls in return, his hips bucking up into her as he starts moving faster and harder. He can feel the power of Itzel's body pressed against his own, the weight of her lust driving them both closer to orgasm. Her pussy is like a vice around him, milking every drop of pleasure from his cock. "You are so fucking tight," he grunts through gritted teeth, unable to keep himself from pounding harder and faster into her.
"Yes..." she hisses, arching her back and pressing herself deeper against you. "Take it all... Take me..." Her body tenses, trembling as she feels herself on the verge of release. With a fierce growl, she throws back her head and comes apart beneath you, her pussy clamping down hard around your cock as waves of pleasure crash over her.
Her muscles relax fractionally, allowing you to plunge even deeper inside her slick heat as the orgasm passes. She gazes down at you with hooded eyes, breathless and satisfied. "That's it... that's my mate," she purrs, her voice rough with desire and fulfillment.
Artyom moans as he feels Itzel coming apart beneath him, his hips bucking harder into her slick heat. Her muscles convulse around him, sucking and milking his cock as she cries out in ecstasy. With a growl that sounds almost feline itself, Artyom feels the last vestiges of control slipping away from him as he pounds into her harder than ever before.
Her eyes flutter shut as she feels you grow tense beneath her. The claws on her hands dig deeper into your shoulders, her grip instinctual and fierce. With a satisfied hiss, Itzel arches her back and comes apart for the second time, milking every last drop of pleasure from their savage union. Her inner muscles clamp down around you, drawing out your orgasm as she rides you hard and fast through her own release.
Finally, spent but still fierce, Itzel collapses atop you, her weight pressing you into the soft earth beneath them. Her chest heaves with labored breaths as she catches her breath, her golden eyes fixed on yours. "There," she whispers huskily. "Now that's what I call a proper mating."
As the last vestiges of their climax subside, you find yourself breathless and sated beneath the warm weight of Itzel the Ocelomeh. Her muscles relax further, her breasts pressing into your chest with each shallow breath she takes. You feel a strange tugging sensation inside you, like some primal instinct has just been fulfilled. "You just... Made me dry and... And you're amazing down there. I never fucked a pussy this tight"
Her golden eyes sparkle with amusement as she listens to your breathless compliments. "Thank you... I'm glad you enjoyed it," she says with a pleased purr. "But remember, my darling, this isn't just sex for us. This is mating." She presses her lips close to yours, their warmth sending shivers down your spine as she whispers, "And now that we're mated, I want you to be mine... forever." Her fingertips trail over the planes of your chest, feeling his strength beneath her touch. "You're very strong," she muses, her eyes assessing. "I can feel it in you. I think we'll make beautiful babies together." Her other hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking it gently. "Now, how about we get back to my camp? We have much to discuss and celebrate."
Artyom nods slowly, looking into her eyes. He feels... connected to her now. Like they share something deep and primal. "We can go back to your camp," he agrees, reaching up to stroke her cheek in return. "And I'll be honored to father children with you." There's a newfound protectiveness that settles over him, an instinctual need to care for and provide for this fierce, beautiful woman who has claimed him as her mate. "I will fuck you three times a day just for you"
Itzel's eyes soften at your words, her expression turning tender and content. "That sounds perfect," she says with a satisfied sigh. Lowering her head, she presses a kiss to your lips, feeling their warmth against hers as she whispers against them, "I can already feel our babies growing inside me, little one. They're going to be so strong and healthy... just like you."
Her hand cups his cheek possessively, running her thumb over his lower lip before trailing down his neck, feeling the muscles beneath her fingertips. "Come then," she urges, kissing him again, deeper this time, before sliding off of him and rising to her feet in one fluid motion. "Let's go back to my camp."
With a quick motion, Itzel unties the thin thigh highs from around her legs, letting them drop to the ground before stepping out of them. Naked and unashamed, she turns to offer you a hand up, her body on display for him as an invitation for more. "You'll be wanted," she says with a sultry laugh, "just like I am."
A small blush creeps onto Artyom's cheeks as he takes her hand and lets Itzel pull him to his feet. She feels so right in his grasp, solid and powerful like she could protect him from anything. He follows her with his gaze, admiring the sway of her hips as she walks back to where she discarded her thigh highs. She turns and tosses them casually at him before resuming her trek through the jungle. She was walking completely naked and I got hard again
She glances over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile, her eyes traveling down to where he still has an obvious bulge in his pants. "Hmm, it seems my mate is eager for more already." Her voice is teasing as she continues walking, leading the way back towards their camp through the dense foliage. Itzel hums contentedly to herself, marveling at how perfectly their bodies fit together, how right this feels in every way. "I think I'll save that treat for later tonight," she murmurs, already imagining what it will be like when they arrive back at her home and she can take him again, claim him as completely as she knows he wants to be.
"I hope you're not planning on keeping me waiting long, my queen," Artyom growls playfully, his gaze fixed on her swaying behind as he walks after her through the jungle. Despite their hurried departure from the camp earlier, Itzel's steps are unhurried and graceful, like she could navigate the treacherous terrain blindfolded. He can feel himself growing harder with every step they take back to her home.
"Oh?" she teases, glancing over her shoulder at him again. "And whyever would I do that? You're far too delightful to keep all to myself for long." She winks before returning her attention forward, weaving effortlessly between towering trees and lush undergrowth. Itzel knows where she's going, every step of the way; it's as if the jungle itself leads her back home, drawn by her wild nature and the promise of mating that hangs thick in the air around them.
Her nails trail lightly along his arm as they walk, a possessive touch that sends shivers down his spine and heightens every sense. She grins to herself, pleased with her hold on him already; it'll only grow stronger as their bond deepens, as their babies begin to grow inside of them. For now, she savors the feeling of having him so close, so desperate for more. "Just think," she murmurs mischievously, "tonight you get not just one but two full rounds of mating from me... and tomorrow morning too." She bites her bottom lip in anticipation, already imagining how good it will feel to have him buried deep inside her again.
"It's not just mating," he says slowly, his voice deeper now as he tries to keep up with her strides, "it's you... I want more of you." His hands slide along the curves of her hips and thighs, feeling the softness of her skin contrasting sharply with the hard muscle beneath. She is so fierce and strong, yet in his arms she feels delicate and vulnerable in the best possible way. They finally arrived to her camp.
As they enter the clearing where her home lies, Itzel feels a thrill course through her at the sight of it. A raised platform with furs and soft skins scattered about, a thatched roof offering shelter from the elements overhead. Her den. Home to her clan for generations past, it was here that she had brought Artyom to be her mate, and now they would begin their new life together.
She pauses as they reach the center of the clearing, her head tilting back as she draws in a deep breath of the jungle air, scenting it with her own unique musk. Her eyes meet his for a long moment, holding him captive with their golden gaze, before she turns to lead him up onto the platform. "Let's get comfortable," she murmurs, guiding him over to one of the furs and lowering herself gracefully onto it beside him.
"I want more of you too... I could never have enough," he replies, his voice thick with desire as he follows her to the platform and sits down beside her. He looks around the camp, taking in the furs and skins that adorn it, feeling a strange sense of belonging wash over him despite this being his first time here. It's as if she has claimed him not just for herself but for all of her people as well, and he finds himself eager to prove worthy of their trust and affection.
Itzel smiles softly at his words, her golden eyes glowing with affection and appreciation. "You will always be welcome here, my love," she says, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair before leaning in to press their lips together in another slow, lingering kiss. As they break apart, she nuzzles against him, her body pressed close, the heat of their skin mingling as one. "Now, why don't we get reacquainted?"
Her hand drifts lower, tracing a line over his chest before dipping down to stroke lightly at the waistband of his pants. Her touch is gentle but insistent, urging him to part for her. "I think you know what comes next." She grins playfully up at him, her fangs glinting in the faint jungle light.
He nods eagerly, already understanding where she's going with this. As she slides her hand lower down his stomach and then underneath the waistband of his pants to touch his throbbing cock, he groans in pleasure, arching his back instinctively into her touch. "Oh god Itzel... I want you so much..." His hips buck up against her hand as she strokes him through the fabric of his pants, already growing harder and more needy by the moment. Artyom took off his pants and showed how ready he is to give her pleasure and babies.
Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of his erect cock, already slick with anticipation and need. She groans lowly in appreciation, reaching out to stroke him again, this time more boldly, gripping him firmly in her hand. "Beautiful," she murmurs, leaning in closer to lick a line up the length of his shaft before taking the swollen head into her mouth and sucking hungrily on it. Her tongue flicks out, circling the sensitive underside of his cock as she takes him deeper into her mouth. She moans around him, feeling the strength in his shaft vibrate against her palate. Her other hand reaches between their bodies to stroke at her own slick folds, imagining how good it will feel to have him buried deep inside of her again. "Fuck," she breathes out as he fills her mouth, teasing every nerve ending with the velvety smooth length of his cock. Her free hand grips his thigh tightly, anchoring them together as she takes him deeper and deeper into her throat, eager to feel him pulsing against the back of her mouth.
Artyom's hands clench into fists as he feels Itzel take his cock deeper into her throat, and his hips buck up off the fur in response. Her moans vibrate against his shaft, making him even harder as she sucks and licks him like a starving woman. "Oh fuck... yes..." He pants, unable to keep quiet as she works her magic on him with lips and hands and came inside her throat.
Her tongue dances over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his cock, tugging and teasing as she sucks him deeper into her mouth. The soft wet sounds of their joined mouths fill the air around them as Itzel focuses on pleasuring Artyom in every way possible, determined to bring him to the brink of release. Her free hand continues its relentless pace, circling and stroking at her aching folds, growing slick with anticipation for his next stroke inside her. Her body trembles as she feels his climax begin to build within her throat, the strength of it propelling him deeper still until finally, he lets loose with a hoarse cry that echoes through the jungle around them and splashes against her tongue. She holds him steady for several moments, savoring every drop before finally relenting, letting him slip from her lips and lick at his spent length clean. Her gaze meets his, dark and intense, as she pants heavily beside him on the fur. "That was... unbelievable," she breathes out, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her free hand trails up his chest and then over his cheek, cupping it gently before tilting his head down to meet hers for another hungry kiss.
The taste of her skin on his tongue, the feel of her body pressed against him... It's all too much, and with a groan he rolls them over so she's underneath him now. His hands smooth up her sides, cupping her breasts possessively before lowering his head to take one hardened nipple into his mouth. He sucks greedily, feeling the sweet warmth of her flesh against his tongue as he kneads and rolls her other breast between his palms, making sure she knows how much he wants her.
Itzel arches her back beneath him, her head thrown back as she moans into the darkness. His touch is rough and possessive, but it's just what she needs right now, after their frenzied mating in the jungle. She feels so claimed by him, so deeply connected on every level. "Yes," she pants, her fingers threading through his hair as he sucks hungrily at her nipple. "More... I need more..."
Her hips roll restlessly against the soft fur beneath them, seeking some small measure of friction to ease the ache between her legs. Her eyes are glassy with desire as she looks up at him, watching his lips work over her breast, feeling every sharp tug and suck directly through her core. She is so wet for him, aching for him, and she can't wait any longer. Reaching down between their bodies, she slips a hand lower, finding what she needs with ease. Her slick folds are almost painfully swollen as her fingers slide easily over them, stroking upward toward the tight bud of her clit. "Take me again," she pants hoarsely, "I need you inside me..."
Artyom groans low in his throat as he feels her fingers stroking at her core, her wetness coating his hand and driving him wild with need. He moves his hips between her legs, rubbing against her in a rough rhythm that has them both breathing hard and fast. "You're so fucking wet..." His voice is thick with desire as he leans down to lick at the bead of moisture on her neck, feeling her shudder beneath his touch. With one swift thrust, he presses into her heat, sinking deeper than before. He begins a steady pace, his hips rocking against hers in time with their laboured breaths and heated moans.
Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back, meeting each thrust with equal force. Her hips rise to meet him, her body moving in perfect syncopation to his. "Oh god," she breathes out, feeling the tightening sensation building deep within her core. "So good... Artyom..." The pleasure swirls through her like a firestorm, consuming every part of her being as they make love beneath the stars of the jungle night.
With one final thrust, Itzel cries out his name, her body tensing and arching impossibly as she comes apart around him. Her walls squeeze tightly on his cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from him before relaxing back into a rhythm that nearly brings him undone with the blinding intensity of it all. "Again," she pants, her voice raw and hoarse from exertion. "I need you to cum inside me..."
He groans as he feels her tighten around him, the sensation driving him over the edge. With one last thrust, he releases himself into her, his seed spilling deep inside of her body as he cries out her name, his hips jerking against hers in a violent climax. He collapses on top of her, panting hard and heavy as their combined weight pushes them both deeper into the soft fur beneath them. "I will take all of you, and cover you from your head to toe with my cum"
As he pants out his claim over her body, Itzel can't help but feel a thrill run through her at the thought of being completely marked by him. Her fingers lace through his hair, urging him closer still as their lips meet in a messy, hungry kiss that lasts long after they've caught their breath once more. "I am yours," she whispers against his mouth, "and I will bear your children for all of eternity." Her hands slide lower down his back, pressing him closer until they reach the globes of his ass, squeezing and massaging them as he continues to thrust rhythmically into her. "You can have me anytime, anywhere," she murmurs, feeling impossibly content in this moment with him beneath her, their bodies entwined as one.
His body stills at the feel of her hands on his ass and he lets out a soft moan into the kiss, arching his back slightly to press their hips together tighter. "Thank you... I don't think there is anywhere else in this world I would rather be." He looks down at her, smiling into the kiss before pulling away, looking deep into her golden eyes. "I will make sure that every moment of our lives together is filled with love and happiness."
She smiles up at him, her expression softening. "And I promise that I will do everything in my power to make you happy," she says, cupping his cheek tenderly before drawing him back down for another deep, lingering kiss. Even as they continue to make love under the jungle sky, it's not just their bodies moving together now; it's their hearts and souls as well. She feels a connection with Artyom that goes beyond anything she's ever known before, and knows that this bond will only grow stronger as time passes. Together, they will face whatever challenges come their way and create a life together that is nothing short of perfect.
As he kisses her back, Artyom's hands begin to explore her body, tracing patterns on her skin with his fingertips. The feel of her soft skin against his rough palms sends shivers down his spine and only serves to fuel their passion even more. He nibbles gently at her bottom lip before pulling away, gazing deeply into her golden eyes once again. "I love you, Itzel," he says quietly, his voice raw with emotion and then he thrusts his dixk go her asshole this time.
Her eyes shimmer with tears of happiness and relief as she hears him speak the words aloud. "And I love you," she whispers back, her voice trembling slightly. "So much." With a moan, she arches into his touch, feeling the stretching sensation as he fills her anus again. She clasps her legs around his waist, urging him deeper still, wanting to feel every inch of him buried inside her. The jungle night is filled with their combined cries and moans of pleasure as they make love once more beneath the stars, their bodies moving together in a fluid rhythm that seems almost preternatural.
With each thrust of his hips, Itzel feels herself growing closer to another release, her body singing with joy at finally finding its true mate. She tangles her fingers in his hair, using him for purchase as she meets every stroke, deepening their connection and weaving a bond that will last forever. As the pleasure crests inside her once more, her nails dig into his shoulders and she arches her back off the fur with a primal scream of ecstasy. "Artyom," she gasps out his name as he follows her over the edge, his seed spilling deep within her ass in time with her own release.