The Mating.

Frightening, mysterious, massive, muscular, powerful, and she could not believe it came to her mind – Sensual - are a few of the ways to describe what she was seeing right now. She had known him for months, taken in his dedication to his training, the idiotic play between himself and his three ‘younger’ brothers at times. Watched movies with, eaten with, caught once or twice watching her with that incredibly intense gaze that made one feel like they were being x rayed by the penetrating deep blue eyes.

But never had her breath caught just so.

 He had a few names, Fearless Leader, Splinter Junior, Lameonardo – her personal favourite and his preferred title from friends and family being simply Leo. But right now nothing but his full first name would suffice, Leonardo, as he grunts, working through difficult katas, driving himself to perfection, made all the more difficult by the cold of the snow around both of them, a stubborn snow that clung on despite the fact spring was in full force out here on the O’Neil farm. She had come out to bring him in for the evening meal. She could have just called out.

However, she felt drawn to the source of the sounds of him as she passed beyond the garden shed in the dark, peering through the dense underbrush and the gloom made by the thick growth of tree canopy above, and there silhouetted in the moonlight in a clearing of trees, a creature few humans have or will ever see. Standing a solid six feet two inches tall, easily weighing anywhere between three hundred to three hundred fifty pounds, gleaming all over with a combination of condensation of the ice of snow he’d become covered in and perspiration, She had never laid her eyes on something so terrifying, animalistic, appealing. Erotic.

A soft sound she could not name leaves her as she takes in every illuminated male detail in the bright moonlight. This light glinting off his carapace, plastron, his bald head as he moves into stance, the two foot long thick tail between his thighs moving slightly as he pauses in stance and sniffs the air before he moves into the next motion smoothly, the hair on the back of her neck stands up. She moves back a step, almost ashamed of the flood of desire coursing through her.

SNAP.

A small dried enough despite the snow twig breaks obnoxiously loud under foot. And with a soft gasp she glances back to see Leonardo turned in her direction in poise, sharp, polished, long ninjato pointed as well as his intense gaze seeming to hold her, there is a low muffled growl as he shifts, an unfamiliar smile forming on his lips that made butterflies spring into life inside her belly, her cheeks blush and her to look down at her boot clad feet, “Sorry Leonardo – I just – Dinner – oooh!” She attempts to explain interrupting his evening work out, only to end in a gasp of surprise as in that moment of breaking eye contact that massive beast she had her, she been admiring him moments ago without knowledge he had smelled her long before her attempt to sneak off and she did not know it was what her scent had told him of her desire, called to him in a far louder voice than the call of spring did, but in the same urgency and tone that no amount of meditating and katas would stifle and silence this time.

Those powerful arms close around her, and any wonderings of how he had put his swords away so quickly in that same silent movement and any further explanations die at her lips with a low whimper at the feel of teeth on her neck, not hard enough yet to break the skin, but to let her know that struggling is of no use. Stomach feeling alive with hummingbirds and heart thundering she was a tingling mess, scared and yet, aroused. Never had Leonardo showed any interest in her beyond the usual friendship and care he extends to all those in the friendship circle around his close knit family.

But this -

Her body shivers, he slowly releases his teeth from her neck, nipping where he’d held, and not told to stop brings the soft curvy form back against his plastron, the plates were more flexible than a normal turtles but none the less like armour that was firm and unyielding against her and he towers over her she knows as she tilts her head back cheeks flushed meeting those blue eyes with her own dark ones just as he draws back from nipping at her neck, only to lean in and press those wider lips to her own – her breath hitches, the kiss is gentle, “Please?” came a sort of soft rumble from his throat to their joined lips.

And her answer as she grants access to that inhuman tongue – “Yes,”

The responding kiss was hard, fervent, a large hand which was icy upon her skin slid under her simple white blouse causing her to gasp in shock as those powerful fingers and thumb cup her left breast flicking the nipple, making her quiver, knees weaken.

 

He presses her forward and she end up falling to her hands and knees in a pile of dry leaves and snow, the cold burn of where his hand had been and the bruised feeling of her lips with her butt in the air – there was another of those deep guttural growls that makes her insides quiver and her hands clench the cold earth, she slowly looks at him over her shoulder and he stands still, only movement coming from his tail, it seemed to stiffen, then swell, his cloaca splitting open slowly, her eyes widened and a gulp in her throat as a thick triangular head that swelled in size preceded a thick strong shaft with shoe string like vessels feeding the foot and a half  mutant turtle phallus with so much engorging blood the entire shaft was a mix of green and purple, it drips pre cum on the dry leaves as he finally moves, stepping closer, kneeling slowly then with another one of those deep churling growls leans down to sniff her! Thick fingers curling on the plain black leggings waist band, thumbs caressing over those black clad butt cheeks, she was lean and small his thumb tips  almost meeting in the crevice where they curled. She shudders beneath him shifting her knees, not moving away –

Aroused.

Growling deeply as he bites at the skin above the waistband, tugging at it with determination, she straightens up balancing on knees hands joining his in pushing the soft flimsy black leggings down, she began to  shiver wildly, exposing with a flood of fertile, fragrant, aroused  warm womanly scent, milky silken flesh to this large mutant male, never having done this before with anyone but herself, then those big hands direct her forward once more, those tantalising nips at her neck returning along with the new sensation of the throbbing cool from exposure head of his cock touching the back of her thighs and buttocks smearing his scent, precum in along the soft skin, his teeth gripping her neck almost painfully for a few moments, marking her as his chosen mate. Yes despite the snow, spring was definitely in full swing.

 

His arms shift, she trembles as more of his weight settles around her, but not on her, one hand gripping her waist the other sliding under her blouse to cup her right breast pinching the nipple this time causing her to cry out and her body to quake at the unexpected pulse of pained pleasure, the motion making his length, slip against her thighs and between them rubbing against her labia, and she could not stop herself from repeating the rock of her hips as that penis rubbed, growing wetter, him slipping past the slickness and parting the labia minora to strike against the small bud of her clitoris the shock of pleasure almost making her face plant in the leaves and snow, shuddering and crying out his breast filled hand pinching the nipple once more before shifting both his hands so his arms were holding her tightly in place, as he presses the large head between her quivering lower lips for a moment as new to this as she was, he pokes and prods, seeking, causing her to moan and whimper whenever the clit was stroked.

 

With combined cries of surprise and pleasure, Leonardo, slides deep into her – in a way her finger or hairbrush had never managed, her brief pain and whimpers of gasped words made little sense but the pressure of the tight velvet heat around him makes him curl his tail, it rests along those opened lids of labia brushing against her little bud making her quiver and clench around him a delicious mewl escaping her and his own groan answering –

then he thrusts, a first powerful thrust that shook her like an earthquake and as she cries out, his teeth find purchase once more on the back of her slim nape of neck and bites, growling and grunting and groaning in a pleasure he’d never known before –

thrusting eagerly causing her cries, hisses, whimpers, yelps and other assorted delightful noises to steadily rise, in frequency and pitch coming out in jolted, hitched ways as with each deep pound, his own muffled but none the less loud, rumbling growling growing in volume and pace.

His mouth slips and now his pleasure sounded with hers, rough, raw, animal yet oddly melodious as all though but their nearing release stole them the thrusting losing all pace and becoming a mindless rutt –

And it was as her scream of release “LEONARDO!” hit the air her heat grasping and shuddering around him, her upper body collaspes in the eave litter and snow hands clenching, fingers digging into the dirt that Leo joins her – his body still for a moment, his own roar answering his name hands gripping her hips as he then pounds relentlessly for a few seconds lost in waves of orgasmic release –

She cries out again the crazy last paced rutting sending all senses she possessed into a second spiralling, dizzying release not sure if she imagined the sensation of a small warmth within as Leonardo ejaculates.

For a moment it is a haze of trembling forms – then her senses slowly begin to return, she could smell the sweat, the leaves the wet damp earth, and feel the weight of the shuddering turtle over her, he trembled but did not fall, did not crush her, his big hands were gently on hips he’d bruised whilst gripping them, gently rubbing the marks here. She shivers at the sensation of his breath on her neck, preceding a gentle nibbling and licking over the bit marks he’d left before.

No doubt the others were waiting – no doubt she was filthy and there was leaves in her snow dampened hair, but she did not care as she felt the massive turtle shift, he was already regaining his breath, already his body had stopped trembling, and he withdrew from within her she blinks looking to watch in amazement as the length receded back into his cloaca, a combination of their romp dribbling from her. He growls and helps her shift her leggings back into place. “Come on, I am guessing you huh, came, to get me for dinner.” His voice was calm and deep and all she could do was nod in response.

Chuckling Leonardo scoops the young curvy woman into his arms bridal style and sets off for the house. Suddenly feeling with a mate, he was looking forward to this spring very much.