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Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers. Chapter IV. The big city.

Continue of toon sex story “Urban Unity: A tale of peacekeepers”  Chapter IV.

Raphael braced his leg between his captive’s legs and started to rub with his knee. Donny bit his lower lip. His shell didn’t protect the important parts of him and he felt the sensation arousing. The rebellious turtle knew how to make him succumb to his charm, how to take his time, that every move he made could be timed perfectly to control Donny. He leaned in and their lips meet. Moments before, the purple turtle might have rejected him, but not now. Donnatello passionately devoured his lover’s tongue. Raph immediately followed the rhythm.

At the same time, Leonardo had finished his meditation séance and now ironically longed for some rest. Meditation calmed his soul, but it certainly didn’t do much for entertainment. In that respect, Mikey had the right idea. He found the playful turtle right where they had left him, on the couch in front of the television. Unsurprisingly, he had a slice of pizza in his hand and an open box in front of him. Leonardo casually joined him, taking a slice from the box before crashing on the sofa as he often did after his meditation.

Mikey was watching some badly dubbed Japanese show about a man and his spandex power armor fighting giant aliens. Leonardo didn’t really care about what was on screen though, he just enjoyed turning his brain off once in a while, despite what his brothers might think.

Sometime later, the turtles had finished their pizza and Michelangelo was just aimlessly zapping from channel to channel. He came upon an 80s action movie which had just started and decided to stick with it. Leo didn’t mind and he just lay comfortably in the corner of the couch. During the first commercial, Mikey got up and grabbed a soda, throwing one to Leo as well. As he sat back on the couch however, instead of returning to his corner, the orange masked turtle laid against his brother. Leo probably should have been surprised, perhaps he should have pushed him away. It would have been a natural attitude for a brother to push a cuddling brother away. But he didn’t. He never did. Instead, he held his soda in one hand and wrapped the other around Mikey.

The first time this had happened, Leonardo had in fact been confused. He didn’t know what to make of his brother’s action and had almost pushed him away. But he remained unmoving instead, trying to think about what was happening. He thought of Raphael and how the turtle would react to Mikey moving in on his turf. And the more the more he thought of Raph, the less tense he felt until finally he wrapped an arm around his brother. He had taken another step in his relationship and now understood his brother better. He knew Raphael wouldn’t mind him being with the playful turtle like this. Raphael was competitive and territorial, but didn’t consider Leonardo ‘his’, at least not to a degree to take away his freedom like this. And as he further thought it through, Leonardo realised that Raph probably had something physical going on with Donnatello as well. But he didn’t mind. On the contrary, he grinned as he realised just how weird his family actually was.

Michelangelo didn’t have such a complicated process. He had lain against Leo because he wanted to. He respected Leonardo as a leader and an elder, and he felt safe with him. Even if the blue turtle was in a relationship with Raph, he still wanted to cuddle against him, even if it only was his hard shell. But as he soon learned, and certainly enjoyed, shells were meant to be taken off.

As Raphael was getting closer to his uncomfortable brother, Leonardo and Michelangelo silently removed their shells, set their sodas on the table and cuddled closer. One would have been surprised to see the usually so active turtle rest so peacefully against his big brother. It wasn’t a façade either, as Michelangelo enjoyed this time and so did Leonardo. But it was also the first step to things going further.

Already, Leonardo’s cock was starting to harden before his brother’s very eyes and he felt the familiar tingle of anticipation in his stomach. Silently, he moved one of his hands from the chest down to the crotch area and started rubbing shaft and balls. He enjoyed playing with the cock, feeling his hands arousing his mate and making him stiffer by the second. A drip of precum was forming on the head, announcing the next step.

Back in Donny’s lab, Raphael and he had slipped to the floor on an old mattress the inventor sometimes used when he worked long hours. Raph no longer restrained his brother nor would he have to: Don had fallen under his lust and now that they had removed their shells, he was content to lick his bare chest. Raph kissed and sucked all cover and rubbing his hands over his mate’s body.

Donny didn’t move but for his hands on Raphael’s shoulders, but they had no strength. He had completely abandoned himself to the masterful mouth and tongue as it probed up and down his body, meeting his nipples and navel. His arms left the dominant turtle as he went lower along his body and his breath cut for a brief moment as his brother devoured his cock in one swift move, licking and sucking vigorously.

But Raph had no intentions on having his brother climax immediately. Instead, he teased him, running his rugged tongue along the shaft and on the ball sack. He had his lover exactly where he wanted him, completely at his mercy. And soon, he decided to take advantage of it.

As Raph lifted his mate’s right leg, Donny knew what was coming and braced for it. The red masked turtle took his hard cock and placed it at the entrance of his puckered hole and jammed himself inside of Donny, literally lifting him up and on to him. Donnatello cringed but he didn’t shout or complain. In a way, the pain added to the sensation and all he wanted was to feel the massive rod feel him deep inside. Raph was content to comply. Using his agility, Raphael got to his feet and slammed Donnatello against the wall. They kissed furiously as he thrust as hard and as fast as he could into the tight hole.

In the living room, Mikey had also been mounted by Leonardo, legs stretched as the cock had gradually penetrated him. Face to face, their eyes were locked in a passionate gaze. Leo didn’t dare move, as he was always afraid of hurting his brother. But Mikey could take it and he had many times before with Leonardo and Donatello. Both were a different experience but he loved each in its own special way.

Once, Leonardo was fully in, Mikey leaned in and they kissed tenderly. Their respiration increased as they played with each other’s tongue, felt their lips collide and the hot breath slipping through to their cheeks. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, Mikey’s hips started moving, stroking the cock with his tight anal ring. He could feel it reach the edge of his hole and then he would push back down and feel it fill him all over again. As his own shaft started growing, the orange turtle stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Their kiss broke and Michelangelo sat upright. Leonardo had now started pumping his hips to the given tempo, grabbing his brother’s hips to aid him. Their erotic tempo increased steadily. From the outskirts, one might have believed that Leonardo controlled the situation but in truth, he just followed his brother’s cue. Every loving thrust got them increasingly excited and their breathing became deeper as well.

Now laying on the mattress on hands and knees, Donnatello could hardly contain himself as he felt of loving stab of his brother behind him at a furious tempo. Usually rational and composed, Donnatello now had no other thought then the pleasure he was receiving. But in a sudden change of pace, Raphael pulled out completely, turning the turtle on his back. He lifted his legs in the air and onto his shoulders before thrusting his cock back in.

“I want to see your face as you shoot your load,” he said with a lewd grin, as he grabbed the tangling hard cock and stroked it to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Leonardo had changed postures as well, leaning his brother on the side of the couch as he passionately thrust in and out. The orange masked turtle bit his lip as to not cry out his passion. Both could feel the pressure mounting up and knew they were going to shoot their loads soon.

“Mikey,” Leo panted out. “I’m gonna…” but he could barely talk as the pressure was almost overwhelming.

“Just a bit more…” his brother said.

And then, with a final grunt and a cry, Raphael shot his load into his brother. The overwhelming pressure sent Donnatello over the edge as well as his cock shot into the air and onto Raphael’s chest and face. Leonardo cried as well, his own dam conceding, his love fluids shooting into Mikey’s crevice and the final turtle shooting his load onto the side of the couch, his voice joining the cacophony of love. The four turtles were lost in their world of bliss, their cries mixing in harmony yet none of them heard them.

And it was over all too soon. Weakened but satisfied, Raphael dropped forward into the submissive turtle’s arms. In the other room, Leonardo leaned back into the couch and Mikey dropped into his leader’s willing arms. Both couples kissed as Donatello gladly tasted his own semen from the red masked turtle’s face and smiled like a child. As for Michelangelo, he rested calmly in his leader’s arms. Soon he would be back to his usual giddy and hyperactive self but for now, he was content in feeling Leonardo’s nude and spent body against his own.

It would be some time before Raphael and Donnatello joined them. By then, all four had cleaned up and left no traces of the events which had transpired, save for a barely noticeable blush on Donny’s face. As Raphael entered the room, separate from Donnatello, Leonardo turned to the clock.

“Guys, I think it’s time we started patrolling the streets.”

to be continued…

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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