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“This place is so snooty!” Skye chuckled to herself, flashing a look back at Nick over her shoulder as he passed the keys to their car over to the valet driver. Her hair spilled backwards, thrown aside with the turning of her head and sending a coppery cascade down her back to reveal her amber, warm eyes peering out from under the fluttering bangs. Her eyes were so bright, sparkling from beneath the veil of her thick eyelashes, curled up with the dark cast of mascara into full, dark fans.

The human turned up towards his partner with bright, loving eyes, “My fiance...” He thought, tasting the word on his tongue with a shiver of excitement. When he looked up the sloped driveway towards the massive double doors of the building, he couldn’t help but stare at the red panda who led their way.

She’d flipped her hair back, the rusty bright ringlets of bright red glinting beneath the sun in an array of loose curls. He loved that alone, watching her hair and how it moved whenever she walked. She’d left it loose today and yesterday, she’d been trying out another hair style for the big day, so today the leftover curls added bounce and personality to her wild locks. With each step, they all danced around her head, swinging in sloshing motions across her back. The sunlight, beaming down from above, added streaks of flying light that ricocheted off from her head and sparkling highlights across the expanse of red hair.

“I still can’t believe we’ve made it here...” He muttered, talking to himself more than anyone else. The sight of Skye leading the way up to the massive Le Crondall Bakery for their wedding cake tasting, the sunshine of the late morning lighting up her coppery red fur and deepening the chocolatey shades of brown, and her long legs rushing out from beneath a flouncing, a-line skirt was more like a scene from a movie than real life. She had on a loose sweater, sleeves bunched up and the collar loose around her throat with a cropped hem, leaving a small slice of her mid-drift peeking out before her skirt started. On the cement, her heels clicked with each and every leaping, excited step. Nick lingered back, taking in the sight of her striding up the steps all bright and cheerful.

“Wedding cake tasting...” He thought to himself, pursing his lips to muffle out the long sigh that puttered out between them. “Just years ago, I wondered if I was ever going to get to go on a date the next Friday night that rolled around and now... I’m walking up to my wedding cake tasting.” Nick shook his head, disbelief still wrinkling the smile lines leading out from his eyes. He just grinned, blatantly, like an idiot as his mind went off on a tangent. “Who’d have thought this would lead to this? It’s such a crazy turn. One minute I was living at home, I was pondering renting an apartment just to get a change, to take a fresh step towards illusive adulthood... then a couple years later I’m tasting wedding cakes instead?” Nick’s hand twitched up, rubbing along his neck with a fidgeting motion. “I just can’t even believe it... So much changed so fast...”

A voice suddenly broke into Nick’s self chatter as Skye called out for him again. “Are you coming?” She asked, looking back at him once again and halting, frozen in a half step motion as she reached a hand back out for him. He hesitated a moment longer, briefly rushing over all the moments that had led up to even meeting this girl, that’d changed his life so much. Then, with a dopey grin, he took her hand, feeling the soft stroke of her fur against his own smooth skin and squeezing onto her palm. His eyes shut, head tipping back a bit to catch the heat of the sun on his bare skin.

“Mmm.... getting those happy, tingly wedding feelings again, love?” She stepped closer to him, leaning right into his side and nuzzling his shoulder briefly, leaving a whispering sensation of the warmth from her soft cheek before they started to walk the rest of the way up to the door.

“Something like that, yes.” Nick chuckled, rolling his eyes as he squeezed her hands tighter. “Plus, excitement for cake-”

“Oh! Of course! Foolish of me to think it might be love or affection!” Skye laughed, the sound exploding out from her lips with a brilliant quack of noise that Nick couldn’t help but love. “God, her laugh-” He thought to himself, unable to help but grinning at the sound of it. Part of his was filing away every thought he had, plotting to write his wedding vows eventually, when he found a way to put words to all these crazy thoughts he had. “But, that’s for another time.”

Skye, ever living in the present, didn’t even notice how Nick’s mind wander around; though his mind was always wandering, pondering everything over and over so perhaps she was simply used to the dreamy expression in his eyes. “No pigging out here, this is froofy land!” She warned him, glancing away from the massive double door to his face for a moment before they began to open, pulled apart by two waiting attendants only to reveal a huge staircase and a grand, sparkling chandelier hovering above.

“Yeah.... definitely froofy-” Skye scoffed, rolling her eyes; but Nick marveled for a moment at the brilliance of this mere welcoming space. The chandelier housed hundreds of small, dangling gems that all caught the light and sent it flying out in glittering sparkles high above their heads. The attendants were dressed perfectly, prim tuxes secured over their chests and white gloves covering their hands as they held onto the hefty door’s handles. Their faces were bland, professional and bare; none of the snotty, uninhibited emotions of a lower waged employee he so commonly faced.

“If only they had these guys at Papa John’s...” He thought to himself, momentarily losing his mind to the magnificent image of two heavy doors peeled aside to reveal a massive pizza: cheese glistening and melting over the edges of perfect crush, crisped just enough but still chewy on the inside.

Licking his lips, he shook his head. “Boy, I need that cake!”

Skye glanced over at her fiancee, grinning as she saw the dumbfounded, childlike wonder on his face. Her steps slowed, giving him a minute to take in the sight of the entry hall. She just held his hand, lingering there so he could look over this entire room for as long as he wanted. He’d never experienced this rich, extravagant lifestyle like Skye had, so he wanted a taste; and Skye was happy to give it to him- at least after some convincing she was.

“Oh come on! Wouldn’t you rather support a local business, a SMALL local business for our cake?” Skye held out her hands, gesturing madly like she always did. Her eyes were wide, caught in the middle of a capital-D-Discussion and her gaze was locked right onto Nick, boldly facing off in front of her across their dinner table.

Nick held out his own hands in a gesture of pleading and peace offerings, palms upwards and shoulders mid-shrug. “Yes, but can’t we just try someplace fancy? I’ve never been to such a ritzy place and a wedding is the perfect excuse to-”

“You want to go sample fancy, mango-paste infused tortes and angel kiss-whisper-fuck white cake? Sure! But, then, we’re also going to a small place next weekend-”

Nick’s face broke with a laugh. “Babe, I will never deny you another cake tasting session. I can endure through as many as you’d like-”

Skye just scowled back at him, realizing that he was entirely right. They’d started planning with plenty of time before the date itself and cake tastings were as endless as their appetites in a big city like theirs. So, she just stuck out her tongue and glared: “Har! Har! Har!”

“Hello! You must be our eleven o’clock lovebirds for the tasting!” A man suddenly stepped forward, sending her feathered arms out in a flourish, exposing the expanse of brilliant white of both wings before the swan began to walk towards them.

“No matter how many couples I meet! I always get tingles for every pair!” He clapped, laughing. His laugh filled the room and echoed back, a booming boisterous sound. “Must be in my blood! Born a romantic, I say!” Again, he laughed, complimenting his own joke. “Please. Please. Come into the dining area. I’ll get you some waters before we start this lovely little sampling!”

Nick and Skye exchanged a glance, but they followed the guiding bird into an intimate room with a large, white-table cloth covered table. Nick’s eyes rushed over the room, taking in the brilliant carved wood details around the ceiling’s edge, covering the trim in small angels and swirls of fluffy clouds captured in frozen pine.

“Please, sit sit!” The swan ushered, smiling from ear to ear. Everything he said was punctuated by a sweeping motion of his hands, leading his oversized white wings right along with. Every word seemed to threaten the life span of every fine, dainty piece of glassware that coated the waiting table.

Skye led Nick forward, sitting beside him. “How long until he destroys something?” She hissed out in a whisper, smirking while Nick just muffled an exploding lap. Her thumb started to rub over his as she leaned back in her chair. She looked utterly relaxed, unshocked by the live harp player tucked idly into the corner of the room. She graciously thanked the welcoming swan, always polite; but she showed no marvel at the pure luxury of the entire establishment. Nick on the other hand, couldn’t help but trying to calculate how much each minute here cost to maintain from the water-toting waiter, the strumming harpist, their welcoming swam guide, the baker tucked away in the kitchen...

“God, must be a fortune just to have a tasting.” He muttered, looking down at his lap and hurriedly covering it with a napkin. His eyes jumped down the entire place setting, trying to count up the number of tiny forks and spoons that sat in front of him. His eyes were huge, mimicking quarters as he looked out over the space once again before the swan spoke, yanking his attention back to the center.

“The cake artist will be right out with your flight and will explain all the pairings!” The swam informed them before bustling off, back to greet more couples assumably, waggling his tail feathers with every step.

For a few minutes, they were left alone in the room awaiting their samples. The harp continued to play, filling the space with a gentle, lilting tune as Skye turned towards Nick in her chair. “Are you happy? You’ve made it to the richest bakery in all the land-”

Nick chuckled. “Yes, yes. This is what I wanted. Though, I don’t know.... Anything about this place!”

“Don’t even worry. Little forks for cakes, spoons for sauces and frostings-” She shrugged. “Honestly, as long as you act like you have money and you’re not worried, they won’t even notice if you do something wrong. It’s all about perception. If you look confident and use the wrong fork, “Oh, that must be his preference! Who am I to judge that lovely customer’s preferences!?” But, if you’re freaking out and use the wrong thing, “Oh, My! Heavens! Poor thing doesn’t belong here.”” She flashed him a goofy smile. “Just relax. It’s a tasting. No pressure, just sugar and love and fun. Right?”

The human’s face broke into a smile. “You’re right. None of it’s a big deal.” He held out his hand, letting out a happy sigh as she curled her furred fingers into his own and gave a squeeze, just in time for a bang of a door opening and swinging shut came from the kitchen.

“He-lloooo!” They looked up to see a beaming baker holding out a massive sparkling tray spread out with miniature, perfect square white plates each housing a decorated swirled cupcakes and then several long, slender platters of frosting blobs, swirls of complimenting sauces, an additional cubes of cake flavors. Each plate was situated beside a small placard reading off it’s flavors in a simple, cursive script.

“We’ve brought you four cake, frosting, sauce combinations in cupcake form. First, you’ll find the lightest option of the four... a lovely, airy lemon cake with a raspberry custard filling and a raspberry buttercream-” The couple leaned forward, each diving their forks down into the spongy, soft flesh of the cupcake, tearing into its guts for the sweet red tangy of its blood.

They raised their bites in unison, each closing their lips around their fork with a soft coos of sugary delight. Nick peeked over at Skye’s expression as the buttercream compressed across his tongue, instantly spreading the sweet, tart combination of frosting with fresh raspberry. Her eyes closed, momentarily as she froze the taste in her mind, then he saw one brow flicker up. “Hmm-” She mumbled, quietly.

“Good?” Nick murmured, leaning into her shoulder and curling one hand down the smooth expanse of her back. He felt her fur kiss his hand beneath the hem of her short-cut shirt, letting him feel the bare heat uninhibited lingering at that border of her top. Skye replied with a puckered expression, miming uncertainty before their swished a long, cold sip of water through their mouths and repeated the process.

One by one, they tried a caramel pecan, a chocolate-almond butter, and a triple chocolate cupcake. Then, came a slew of frosting samples: plain chocolate, rich caramel, bitter espresso, creamy peanut butter, supple vanilla, whipped marshmallow...

“I think all I can taste by now is sweet...” Nick muttered, laughing as he grabbed for his stomach, jostling it up and down. Skye giggled back, leaning over with a frosting-tinged kiss before she agreed. “Yeah, could we get the rest of the samples in a little box for home?” She asked, sweetly sending the waiter away before she turned to Nick in a hushed tone. “Okay, is this cake all totally bland to you too?”

Nick bit his lip, nodding cautiously. Sure, it’d be delicious and sweet; but it didn’t make him sigh out the same way Skye’s own cupcakes did!

“Yeah! This place is all hype and not enough talent-” She cut off as the waiter returned, gifting them a smooth white box of their remaining samples, cupcakes fixed in smallholders and frosting and fillings in small, stacked and labeled cups lining the edges. “Thank you so much!” She chirped before they plucked up the doggy bag and fled back to their car.

“Double the cost of everywhere else and boring, basic cake!” Skye reviewed as soon as they left the range of hearing of the staff members and began to drive off. “Don’t you agree? Am I being too critical? Be honest!”

Nick laughed, glancing over at her from the driver’s side and gently rolling his eyes back. “Breath, babe. You’re not being too critical. I totally agree. It was good, but nothing special. Certainly not special enough for the best day of my life-”

“Oh hush!~” She smacked at his arm, leaning over the center console to kiss up his cheek in a sloppy archipelago of planted smooches. “I think I could actually make a better cake than that though, easy. Just a better, classic vanilla cake... They froof it up and hide the actual base quality, but... under it all, I think mine is better.”

“I bet it is. Do it.”

“Do what?” Skye’s tail gave a twitch, smacking into the car door as she turned towards her driver.

“Make a better cake-”

“Tonight?” Skye tipped her head to the side, thinking.

“Yeah. You need stuff?” He flicked on his blinker, instantly starting to turn into the grocery store without even waiting for her to affirm it, because he knew her. He knew that she’d jump on this opportunity to spend the evening in the kitchen, apron cinched tight, and music blaring as she baked. It was her happy place, after all.

******

“Bet you can’t get that into the cart from there!” Nick froze, turning towards Skye who stood beside said cart with her hands on her hips challengingly, pointing her nail down at the sack of powdered sugar in Nick’s palm.

“Oh yeah?” He grinned, surveying the expanse of four meters or so between him and the lip of the cart. He hefted the object up, bouncing it in his grasp once, twice, then

Wsssssshhhhh!

It soared through the air with a whistle of the plastic then POFF! With a sudden explosion of white, the bag hit the handle of the cart and exploded.

Nick gulped, “.... You bet right.”

******

“What do you mean edible glitter? That’s a thing? Do you really need to bring that into the house? It gets all over, it can never be cleaned up, and the kitchen is so spotless right now because we just did it together, last Sunday in preparation for that dinner party and I’d hate to clean it again because-”

“GLITTER MAKES ME HAPPY!”

“So, purple or white?”

******

“Babbbbyyyyyyy!?”

Nick’s head perked up, hearing the sound of the red panda’s voice wafting over from the dairy section while he searched for the exact shade of lilac cupcakes tins she’d found on the store ad and decided would look perfect for the lavender flavored option. He stood partially, leaning over and yelling back. “Yes, Skye?”

“Do you think seven pounds of butter is enough?”

Nick pictured his tux, already rented in a very specific size waiting at the store still with his name logged on it’s tag for their upcoming date. Then, he lightly grabbed his stomach: “God, I hope so-”

******

“Hey, babe?”

Nick turned around only to see Skye holding a party size bag of cereal marshmallows, though without the cereal at all. “Yes?” His brows raised, waiting for what came next.

“I think we need this-”

“Really now? We do?” He started to grin, but he tried to mimic her serious face. “Isn’t that a bit childish to want a bag full of marshmallows-”

“It’s not just a bag. It’s 22 pounds-”

“Oh Jesus Almighty. Are you a kid?”

“No! I am an adult! Which is why I can buy myself 22 pounds of marshmallows if I damn please! And I’m getting go-gurts!”

*******

“Is that the last bag of stuff?” Nick asked, glancing sideways at the red panda from over a mound of paper bags filled to the brim with bags of sugar and decorating trinkets. She gave a flick of her tail, bouncing it across the surface of the counter with a tap onto each bag down the entire line: “One, two, three- four, eight... yeah! We’ve got them all!”

Nick chuckled, smiling as he leaned back into the counter and watched as Skye tore into her fresh bags of baking goodies. Her tail lashed behind her madly, flicking this way and that as she started to organize everything into cake ingredients and frosting ingredients. Slowly, mounds of sorted materials started to spread across all their countertops. Then, with rising clamor, she grabbed down pans and utensils and clicked the over into pre-heat with a series of sharp beeps.

The red panda, the instant she started to bake, fell into a focused, unbreakable bubble of preparation. Nick could just stand aside and watch with absolute awe as she bustled side to side across their slender kitchen, gathering everything in a methodical, memorized sort of chaos until she was finally satisfied that she had everything she’d need set out in front of her. As she went, constantly muttering out her thoughts to keep track of them, though it ended up sounding like she was casting a spell or prepping a potion. “First, a pot... a dash of... gluten! Need this.... Yellow.... Powder... Soda.... One, two, three, four and five... Big, small... Here, there! Ah ha! Oh! Heavens. That... No, wait. That! There, There!”

Then, she dove towards her dry ingredients. A puff of powdery flour exploded to her side, then a sudden splatter of a fresh can of baking powder opening to the right before she began to scoop out three bowls of base ingredients.

Nick raised a brow, three bowls of dry ingredients meant three cakes, didn’t it? “Hey babe, what is the plan here?” He asked, chuckling as she looked back over her shoulder with wide, surprised eyes as thought she was shocked he was still there.

“Vanilla as a base to add some flavors into in smaller batches, chocolate, and then a flavored caramel cake.” She chattered, point out each of the stacks of ingredients as though Nick should have been able to know what she was planning based on the stacks of bags, jars, and canisters on the counter, but when he looked it made no more sense than it had fresh out of the grocery bags.

Cast aside on their tabletop was the samples from earlier, left there in their little, white boxes while Skye began to whip together three different batters. Once the ingredients had started to come together into an actual batter, Nick crept into the kitchen, stalking forward like a predator towards the sugary prey of batter. To himself, he hummed the creeping beat of the pink panther’s song. “Badoop Badoop BadoopBadoopBadoop Badooooo deedledeedle dooooo~!”

Then, his finger darted out and flicked across the side of the bowl. Skye turned to swat him away, but she didn’t turn around in time to stop him before his fingertip had made it from the bowl to his mouth, letting him slurp away the sweet, rich chocolate. “Mmm...” He sighed, suckling the thick, goopey batter of his fingertip with a happy, childlike delight. The sugary goo quickly swept away with his tongue.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Skye scolded, smacking at his hand with the flicking tip of her tail as she tried to hide away the bowl from his reach; but instead he just shuffled over to another bowl, swiping up caramel batter instead.

“Thief! Retched thief!” She snapped, baring her teeth and playfully hissing. The instant he’d started this game, her tail had begun to lash around behind her with a fresh invigoration of violence. The massive mass of fluff and fur swung through the air fast enough to send a soft whistling out from it, rustling up with excitement at the challenge Nick presented.

“Who? Me? Never! I’m the purest angel God ever put on this wondrous green Earth he created so lovingly for all us to share!” Nick mimed, folding his hands together into a praying symbol while his eyelashes fluttered together sweetly.

“Lies! Lies!” Skye giggled, leaning over to nip at the line of his jaw. Her teeth playfully teased against the smooth surface of his skin, nibbling at the sensitive, unprotected flesh. She flicked her tail at him again, trying to drive him away with the big mass of fluff like it was a sword and not a mere tail.

“Now you watch it, thief!” Skye retorted, batting at him with one hand while she mixed with the other while Nick did his best to sneak into steal another scoop. He leaned in, kissing at her cheek until she tipped her head to return a full fledged smooch and giving him the perfect opportunity to fill his fingertips with batter from her bowl and skip away before she looked back down and saw the tracks from his nails in her paste. “Nick!”

Laughing gleefully, he enjoyed another prize before he plotted for more. He crept up behind Skye’s curvy form, bending and dipping to avoid her swatting hand- now unable to be plied with sweet kisses to take her eyes off her treasure- before he dove in for a stolen dab.

“No! You!” She shouted, spinning around suddenly. He dove out of the way, bending his head down while his hand still launched hopefully for the bowl of sweet, sticky batter. However, in trying to steal more, he instead flicked up too fast from the bowl and smeared it instead across the entire length of her muzzle rather than get it to his own mouth!

“Oh! You! Wretched creature!” Skye screeched, lunging forward towards him with her fangs poking out from the coppery fuzz of her muzzle. Her eyes were wide, blazing with a playful sort of fury as she dove into Nick’s chest while batter dripped down from the side of her lips. Her fingers scraped down his back, grabbing for his hips as she bent in for a nip at his neck. “You’re defiled me with your thievery!”

“No! No! M’lady! I’ll make it up to you!” He laughed, leaning in to lick the batter up from the smooth, thin fluff of her fur. His lips made soft, puckered kisses down the length of her entire face following from her nose to the base of her neck and nuzzling into her collarbone. Instantly, the innocent cleaning changed into something entirely different as Nick’s voice lowered, softening into a throaty croon as his lips hovered an inch from the edge of her ear. “Whatever can I do to make it up for you?” He whispered, starting to pet down the subtle curvature of her hips and down the flared width of her hips.

“Oh! I’m scandalized! What are you suggesting?” She blurted, miming utter shock and awe with one hand cast aside her face as she threw herself backwards and started fanning at her cheeks.

“I’ve said too much, my deepest regrets. It’s just that your ankles- are something of a gift. So sensual!” He grinned, flashing her a cheeky smirk as he leapt into her game and drew his eyes slowly, languidly up from her ankles up the length of her entire body admiring her curves and form as he rose up.. He reached back, cupping the curved small of her back and pulling her forward. Their lips met with a soft smack and then only the soft, muffled noise of their kisses filled the room until Skye suddenly pushed Nick back.

“Mmm... I just got an idea. Get out of here.”

“Huh?”

“Shoo. Shoo. Go on-” She swatted at his butt, pushing him towards the door of the kitchen. Nick’s eyebrows knit together, confusion covering his face but he stepped back out of the room, trusting whatever her idea was was intriguing enough. Once out, he heard a sudden explosion of clattering and rattling from the kitchen. Then, more frighteningly, silence.

“Whatever could she be doing in there?” He muttered to himself, contemplating peeking around the curve of the wall into the kitchen to see what she was doing; but he contained himself, lingering at the edge of the hallway impatiently shuffling from foot to foot.

Inside the privacy of the kitchen, Skye was gathering up batter, frosting bags, decorative sprinkles, edible glitters before she dove onto the table, laying herself out propped on one elbow. She kicked her skirt to the floor, then her panties follow in an arc through the air. Finally, her sweater and bra plopped onto the growing cotton puddle hidden beneath the sturdy table. Another few minutes tickled by as Nick waited outside, hearing nothing but the soft sounds of Skye’s breathing and a few, unplacable caps opening and crinkling. Then, suddenly, with a knock on the hardwood, she called out: “Come on in!”

Nick slowly turned around the corner into the kitchen, instantly freezing at the sight of Skye’s handiwork. She’d actually climbed up, onto their sturdy hardwood table. Her entire body was naked. He spotted, briefly, the little tangle of her clothing stripped aside on the floor hidden beneath their table. Her toes hung off the table, each one painted a docile mint shade from testing out accent colors for the weddings scheme. One toe, far on the right hidden, had another lavender shade sample on her center toe. Nick grinned, loving these little details, struggling to memorize them all. Her long, furred legs were bare. His eyes tracked upwards from her dainty feet up the entire expanse of her toned, beautiful legs to where her hips flared out. Then, he skipped ahead to her smiling lips. She grinned at him, nodding down to her chest with a little waggle of her brows.

The batter had been poured over each of her breasts, spreading down from her nipples and coating them in a sugary glaze before she’d swirled careful, buttercream flowers atop the pink nipple itself, using the surface of the rosy nub as the actual center bud of the frosting flower petals. Then, an entire bouquet had been carefully crafted over her crotch, additional swirls and flowers leading up from her crotch cast in an array of edible glitters and decor that added color, depth, and sparkle to her edible lingerie.

“W-woah...” Nick mumbled, mouth going slack as it dropped open in front of them. He crept in closer, licking over his lips at the sight of Skye’s already delectable frame of supple curves and the heft of her heavy breasts. Her soft, dark fur was faintly dusted with powdered sugar casting a white glow over it and glittering with fallen clumps of edible sugary dust.

“What is... this?” He asked, still incredulous at the sight of her. She grinned, hooking a finger towards him in a beckoning motion. "Well, I think I may have figured out how to make that cake taste better... Wanna give it a try?” Her eyebrows lifted, holding a questioning gaze while her fingers stroked down the curve of her side, drawing Nick’s eyes lower to the flare of her wide hips and her juicy ass. He licked at his lips, just staring as his feet slowly shuffled in across the floor, inching closer and closer to the sight of Skye’s body decorated in sugar.

His finger snuck forward, flicking down across the surface of her heavy breast to scoop up a bit of the batter he’d been trying to steal earlier. As it curled into his mouth, his tongue flicked around for the oozing, sweet goo before he bent down. Skye leaned up, meeting his ear with a nuzzle of her soft muzzle. “You going to get a taste?”

Nick bit his lip, stealing a last final glance down the entirety of Skye’s supple form before he bent his head over her full chest, lining his tongue up with a single droplet of batter that was escaping towards her sides. Scooping it up, he licked in an arc tracing up the shape of her breast’s natural, jostling form.

The sugar filled his mouth, swirling the light flavor of vanilla and sweet, rich flavor of batter across his tongue while her cupped beneath the entire heft of her bosom, pushing the soft orb of her breast upwards so that his tongue could move naturally over the shape. His tongue worked up, avoiding disturbing the rosebud of her nipple to instead tease over the entire rest of her skin until it buzzed with life. Every kiss and lick sent another shiver up Skye’s spine, making her shudder across the smooth surface of the dining table.

“O-O-Oh!” She giggled, shivering as the tip of his tongue tickled at her skin through the layer of fur. One hand shifted down, cupping her hip to hold her steady. He held her tighter, containing her writhing, wriggling form as he continued to lap and stroke his tongue up the shape of her sloping breast until finally he crossed the full, blunt flat surface of his hot tongue across the sensitive bead of her nipple right over top of the buttercream swirls she’d decorated so carefully over her hidden treasure.

“Oooh....” She gave a soft whine, morphing into a moan at the quivering, pulsing beat within the heat and moisture of his squeezing lips. The flavor of the sweet sugar mixed with Skye’s natural taste in his mouth. His tongue darted off, patience starting to fly away as he moved to the opposite breast.

Once again, he slowed back down to the same, teasing pace across the second soft orb. By the time he reached the second nubby, sensitive nipple Skye was rolling her hips up every few seconds in a plaintive attempt for more attention. Nick, however, didn’t dare rush a second of this delightful picture in front of him. He pulled his lips back, a smear of frosting still dangling from his lower lip as his eyes lazily rolled down over the sight of Skye laid out beneath him, between himself and the smooth surface of the heavy wooden table. Behind them, the rest of the kitchen was utterly forgotten. The stove sat open, waiting for a pan to be slid inside and begin baking. Three pans of batter were waiting, prepared to turn into wonderfully moist cakes; but now utterly cast aside for something even more delicious.

Instead, Skye was the only thing that Nick could even see. The deep tones of the table were the perfect backdrop to her coppery hair. The bright shade of red leapt against the contrast of dark grain, circling around her face in a brilliant glitter ring of color. Her body laid out over the entire surface of the table, letting it support her.

“God, am I glad we bought this expensive dining table...” He muttered, off hand letting the thought slip out.

Skye smirked, instantly. “You mean, thank God you let me talk you into buying the expensive dining table?”

Nick flashed a grin right back, a new twinkle sparkling from his eyes. “I don’t think what you did is called talking, my dear...” Instantly at the trigger, he could remember it exactly. He’d come home, spotting this massive wooden monstrosity in their dining room with a gasp. “Why do we need this? It’s just extra heavy, harder to move if we ever need that space... Plus more expensive.” He’d been a tad sensitive, letting Skye pay for more and more of the apartment as the decorating costs rose higher and higher, though she had the money and was happy to pay for everything, he didn’t dare let her think he was using her for a nice place.

“Oh, baby.... We need a nice, sturdy dining room table-”

“Is this some richy-rich thing? Some rule I’d never been taught?” He asked, tired and crabby after a day with his own family grilling him about fitting in with a richer lifestyle, not humiliating himself. Skye just laughed though. She’d started to walk to the table. Her hips swung with every step while each motion of one foot moving in front of the other slowed way down so he had ample time to notice the way her ass had started to shift from side to side, almost dancing in front of him while her hair swung above in a tantalizing pendulum, only drawing the eyes even more.

As she got to the table, she placed her hands at its edge, starting to let them slide down as she bent over the edge of the table. Her ass lifted higher and higher, the skirt she wore rising with it. The hem of the bottoms rising up the backs of her thighs until the underside of one, juicy ass cheek peeked out from Nick’s angle. He bit at his lip, silent and waiting to see her point even clearer.

Her voice rolled out, low and throaty when she finally looked back to speak to him, by now her entire upper body flattened to the table so her ass sat at it’s edge, the bare curve of her rump peering out from beneath her skirt. “We need something strong. Something sturdy so I can lean here.... So I can cling to the other edge while you fuck me.” She paused, biting her lip and letting out a soft whine, hitting Nick’s ears as he let his eyes roll back momentarily. “If we don’t have a strong table, I can’t bend her to greet you after a long day...” She paused, giving him just a second to snag on this idea.

“Just picture it. It’s been a long, hard day at work. The customers were bitches. Drags. Everyone had a custom order. You ran out of Call of Duty- every Call of Duty... The on-duty manager was out sick.... Chaos... Sale at a different location of Gamestop nearby.... Confusion, stress. You’re dog tired. You trudge up the stairs, seething. You swing open that door like you did today, throw you things aside, turn into the kitchen for a Mountain Dew and you find me. Bent at the waist, ass in the air, clinging to the table. My panties are around my ankles, not even fully off but enough to let you see my bare, needy cunt waiting for you. I’m dripping, God.... I’ve been waiting for an hour for you to get home, love. I’m so, so horny. God, Nick. I’m so needy. I need you. Please- You can see that I’m telling the truth. I’m oozing with neediness, dripping into a puddle on the tile far beneath. Droplets of need are clinging to my fur. The air is nearly suffocating... so full of my scent-” She paused, breathing in deeply so Nick would do the same, revealing that the air was indeed full of her scent even now. Her rich, musky smell permeated the entire apartment as she teased him, coaxing his cock to a raging hard on with the lilting, depth of her chocolatey voice alone and that imagery of her, tempting him with an upturned skirt over the edge of their table.

“Can you fuck me, Nick? Can you make it better? Please?” She asked, and Nick started to stumble forward, blindly following his desperate need for the teasy girl. But, when he reached her side, she just stood up. “No. You can’t. Not on a flimsy table-”

“Remember?” Skye whispered, grinning at him with a puff of white flour covering her nose. Nick gave a soft whine as he nodded. The memory was certainly fresh as ever. “I remember perfectly...”

Her fingers moved. She started to pet up is back, using her nails to make sure he felt it through his t-shirt as she started to stroke and pet his frame down the length of his back and up his chest. The gliding motion sent shivers out from the point of impact, a radiating sensation of pure joy from those silken strokes. She petted around his throat, tracing along the edges of his facial hair with light, wandering touches that just seemed to awaken the skin, make it buzz with life and expectancy.

“So, you remember when it felt like to pound into me with that table beneath my hips, keeping me totally steady with every thrust? You remember how I had to cling to the other edge so I wouldn’t shake as I came around you again and again... and again-” Her voice dropped a register, becoming a low, sultry whisper. “Do you remember the squeezing? The heat? Remember how the neighbor pounded on the ceiling above, shouting for us to keep it down because I couldn’t stop screaming? Remember that? Remember the slapping sounds of my wet pussy swallowing your big, hard dick.

“Do you remember a week later?” Skye asked, for a moment making Nick twitch a brow up before the memory smashed into him, queued up perfectly by the first.

“What a shit day! What a fucking piece of shit day....” Nick grumbled, swearing as he rammed his lock into the keyhole of the door, forcing the entire thing open with a few jerky twists before he stepped into the threshold of home. Instantly, some of the stress flaked away.

He kicked off his shoes. The welcome matt beneath her bare socks already felt better, lessening the pressure from standing all day long at Gamestop, waiting on customer after customer, all who thought that back room was a magical land with any game they wanted and Nick was an evil troll who just wouldn’t share its wonders.

He shucked his phone and wallet into the door side basket, discarding the concerns of the day, the requirements to function in society.

“I just want a Mountain Dew and an evening of shooting zombies...” Nick thought, shaking his head with disgust once more at the long day before he turned towards the kitchen, pondering which colored can he’d pluck up to enjoy for her required caffeine before he saw.

When he turned, what greeted him was Skye’s perfect, upturned, heart-shaped ass waiting bent over the edge of the sturdy table. Her head was turned back, a little smug grin on her lips before she slowly raised her thick tail, using it like the curtain at a theater to reveal the show beyond. As it lifted, Nick could see her panties still fully intact, but they were flimsy, see-through lace that let him see the shape of her ass beyond. Even from the door, he could see that the crotch of them were dark, stained with her excitement soaking through.

“Welcome home.... Hard day?” She crooned, folding her tail over her shoulder as Nick crept forward. His eyes were locked to the target of her big, welcoming, juicy ass displayed in front of him. He just nodded, barely able to hear her voice as he licked over his lips with anticipation.

“I thought you might enjoy the therapy of ripping some panties off...” She explained as he pet down her hips, hooking the waistband of said garment over his fingers. Then, with a fluid motion, he peeled them all the way down, watching for the strings of sticky lust that clung from the wet cloth to her wanton pussy. He licked his lips again, looking down at her ass as his hands scooped beneath the heavy orbs, groping over them hard, pulling them apart.

As they pulled from each other, revealed to him was the crack between, her pussy below, and something else. Stretching the tight pucker of her ass, hidden within her succulent asscheeks, was a heart-shaped butt plug with inscribed letters: “Do Me Now.”

“Oh right. I left a note for you.” Skye said, smirking. “It’s on the dining room table. Could you do that for me when you get home?”

“Fucking hell, you’re perfect.” Nick grunted, looking down to the massive tenting in his own pants. He couldn’t believe his cock hadn’t just ripped through the denim at this point. But, before he shucked them open, he noticed a soft buzzing sound. His fingers cupped down, sliding across the wet surface of Skye’s slit until he touched to the smooth, nearly hidden silicon of the unique We-Vibe that hide Skye’s clit and then curled inside of her drooling sex. She was so wet, even that single touch had Nick’s had entirely soaked. She was not just wet, but already engorged to the point of having swollen, pink lips that were oh-so sensitive and supple beneath Nick’s stroking fingers. She shuddered and mewled with every touch, already riding the edge so hard Nick didn’t have to do a thing. He’d just arrived, and she’d already had her engine idly for him, so to speak. Her sex was clenching, already relaxed and eager to be filled, drooling with it’s own lubrication, and oozing plenty of extra.

“I wanted to be sure I was ready for you... Dripping and eager.” She paused, meeting his eyes with a little wink and a blown kiss. “No wait time required. Because... lag is the worst, right?”

“Oh fuck.... Fucking hell.” Nick just laughed. He couldn’t believe it. He leaned up, folding over top of her for a second to kiss the girl’s lips fiercely before she pushed him back. “Now, fuck me. Please. I’ve been waiting here for an hour playing Candy Crush and watching porn in alternating bursts.”

Nick bit his lip, feeling himself getting harder and harder inside the prison of his jeans. The memory lingered in his mind still. He could hear Skye’s voice, echoing off the walls. The wet sound of her pussy clenching and spasming around him, slapping her butt into his crotch. Most poignantly, he could remember her sudden howl, right as he hovered on the edge of orgasm. “My ass! Fuck my ass! I want you to fill up my ass with cum!” He’d nearly exploded right then. But he grabbed the ass plug, pulling it out with a gentle pop before his tip moved to the tight, puckered hole, only slightly stretched from the toy. He’d started pushing in, slow and careful not to hurt the girl; but she slammed herself backwards. Elbows on the table, she shoved her ass backwards and forced him inside of her in one fluid motion, completely surrounding him suddenly in the extreme, clamping tightness of her ass just as she started to howl with delight and mumble his name incomprehensibly. “Cum! Cum! Cum! Nick! Fuck! Cum with me! Fill me up! I want to cum with an ass full of your jizz!” She’d gotten out one more moan before he was cumming, streaming thick globs of white into her rump as she clung to the table and just screamed.

After that their neighbor wouldn’t look at them on the stairs for a week. And the table had to be cleaned. Thoroughly.

“God.... This table was the best investment ever.” Nick grumbled, leaning down to kiss Skye’s nose once before he humped eagerly into her thigh. His cock stiffened more and more with every passing second with her voice teasing him, the sight of her so utterly perfect, and the smell of her own need filling his nose with every inhalation until it was at it’s hardest, miming a boulder. The denim of his jeans kept him locked inside, though the tip tented into the front, demanding to be freed and released into the embrace of the naked red panda, clothed only in layers of batter and icing in front of him.

“You know-” Nick started, voice catching for a moment before he gave a soft cough. “I think the ratio of clothing is a bite unequal here...”

Skye smirked, running her eyes down his form over his t-shirt and jeans. He’d ditched his shoes at the door and the socks came next, but his entire torso remained hidden while Skye's body was only obscured by the buttercream over her pussy’s mound. “Oh, you are so right, love. We must rectify this. I believe in equality for all...” She reached her fingers up, hooking them into the lower hem of his shirt as she started to raise it upwards. As the fabric pulled upwards, she bent up and followed the moving hem with her lips. Soft, gentle kisses speckled their way up his entire chest, following the middle line of his belly button until the shirt popped off his head and she found his lips instead.

“Mmmm....” They moaned in unison, lips locked together even as Skye continued her work towards an equal world by undoing the latch of Nick’s belt, shucking the leather open before the button to his jeans came next, thinning the barrier on his cock layer by layer until only the thin cotton of boxers trapped the angry, pulsing length. Nick kicked his jeans away, hearing the belt hit the tile with a thunk before Skye was squirming. Her fur let her slid effortlessly on the table, the slick surface lessening the tension on her when she spun downwards to peel his boxers down with a kiss on the center of his waistline as she first moved the backside of the garment down before her fingers hooked into the band in front.

Then, slowly, she peeled away the front half and exposed him to their kitchen. His cock sprung out into the air with a bounce. Skye trapped the tip, following with kisses down before she landed a soft, wet peck onto the very sensitive head of his cock. Her lips were so soft and warm that Nick nearly moaned from that first touch alone. She continued, spreading her lips apart to slowly slide them down over the head of his shaft, enveloping him in the squeezing heat of her mouth.

Ever so slowly, so gently so that Nick almost questioned whether this was happening at all. “Maybe I just fell asleep on the couch and this is all a big, wonderful day dream...” He mumbled in a mash of incomprehensible words as he felt Skye part her lips around him, sinking the soft, squeezing sides down around him before her tongue rolled out. The pink appendage was so slick, warm as it moved fluidly around his tip, tracing around the flare of his cock head and glided up towards the tip. Her lips sunk no further than that first inch, keeping all the focus on tormenting the sensitive head of his shaft.

As her tongue worked, tickling with the very tip up the edge of his cock’s head and her lips suckled idly on the very top of the curved shape, her delicate, velvety fingers started to stroke across the triangular shape of her groin. He felt the pillows of her fingertips stroke up the slight mounded shape of his own crouch, lavishing him in muted, mellow caresses though when combined with the attention on his cock, it made them oh-so-torturous. His entire body was frozen. He sat up on his knees on the table, his head dangerously close to the light fixture center above the dining table; though he barely even noticed that.

His mind was in a haze. His eyes were half-closed, down turned to stare at the sight unfolding in front of him. Skye had shuffled up so she sat beneath him, partially on her knees as well, but almost scrunched lower than him so she could easy keep her mouth on his shaft. Her own eyes were turned upwards, so she stared up at him through a veil of dark eyelashes and her own warm gaze staring through. It sent shudders down her spine to see her looking back at him, connecting with him as she teased him so.

Silently, her eyes whispered to him. “This is just for you... Do I feel good? Don’t you love how warm my lips are? How soft?” Nick’s own eyelids fluttered, the sensation of her tongue idly swirling around him almost too much for him to patiently take. His hips were tremoring, desperately wanting to just thrust forward and push himself down until his tip hit Skye’s throat and his entire cock was in that heat and squeeze of her mouth, without any more waiting, without any more of her torture.

But instead, he shook and he controlled himself. He stared down at the sight of her. Her hair spilled down her back. He could see her bare ass flared out beneath, each of the meaty asscheeks just waiting for his touch. Her breasts were the same, spilling down beneath the forward object of his cock. They were mostly cleaned, though the streaks of his tongue cleaning up the batter stilled showed in her fur.

One hand cupped the rest of his length, giving a squeeze around him as the other shifted up, cupping beneath his balls and gingerly scooping them up into a warm hold. Nick shivered. His entire body felt alive, coaxed to attention with her touches, her stroking motions over his back, his legs, all of him. Now with her hands, she ensured that all of him paid attention to her.

Her lips began to sink lower. The heat, the raging, incredible wet heat of her mouth began to lower over him. He could feel her tongue stroking him as he sunk deeper and deeper into her mouth. She shifted her head, allowing him to move smoothly into her mouth and thought until, finally, after nearly a minute of her painfully slow, constantly teasing descent her lips kissed to his base. Then, she froze there. She gave a hard suck, sending a jolting sensation up his spine as the heat and wetness of her mouth constrained around him, tightening up his home inside there, squeezing on him, and jerking across the sensitive flesh.

“Ooooh! Fuck!” He gasped, grabbing instinctually for the back of her head. Then, slowly at first and gaining speed steadily, Skye began to bob her head. Her lips hugged tight and her tongue roved around within the thrusting motions until he was pumping in and out of her mouth easily, spittle lubricating him up as he siphoned into the heat of her clenching, squeezing muzzle.

“Oh-Oh...Oh!” Nick started to gasp and grunt with every thrust. He could feel his balls pulling up, tightening as they churned with cum. He could feel himself start twitching. He was pulsing and spasming inside of Skye’s hot box of a mouth. “S-Skye... if you don’t stop... I’m guh-gonna cum. You gotta- Skye, stop... If you- Ah!” Instead of stopping, pulling back so he wouldn’t reach the edge. Skye just grabbed onto his thighs to keep him still and continued pumping her mouth over him, lessening the depth so she focused more and more on the sensitive head. Unwavering, she drew her lips back and forth, suckling as she worked him back and forth into her. Nick’s entire body stiffened, riding the edge. He shuddered, groaning out and grabbing for her head again.

“Sk-Sk-Skye! Skye!” He yelped. He felt himself so close. Orgasm was seconds away. Heat flooded his whole body. He groin was so tight. Everything was tensed. Pressure was building, rising through him. His cock twitched like mad. His balls were ready, prepared to send their load flying out. “I’m going to cum! I’m guh-gonna!” He gasped again. His voice barely worked. His head was rushing. Blood pumped badly. Everything was on edge. Orgasm was coming.

And then, it stopped. Skye pulled her lips back with a pop. Nick felt all the rising action, all the pressure, all the excitement just fall instantly down to an ebbing sense of need. “W-W-Wah... Skye?!” He cried out, panting as he hunched down over, whimpering with the edge.

“That is for stealing my batter.” Skye retorted, flashing him a messy grin before her hand gave a squeeze around his cock, already starting to idly push up and down the girthy length, using her spittle to slid easily down his dick. “Now, how many times did you steal from me?”

“Oh... No no no-” Nick shook his head, counting up all those stolen bites of batter. “No. No way. Skye. No. Please? Please, no. No. No? Skye?” He was rambling, tripping on his own words, pleading. His entire length was pulsing. Already, even these languid motions of him sliding down her palm had him inching back towards the top of the mountain again.

“Oh, but, love. Thieves must be punished-”

“Ohhh.... God....”

******

“Do you wanna cum for me? Do ya, baby?” Skye’s voice was low. Her voice rolled out in a vibrating rumble that seemed to just ebb into Nick’s ears. She leaned into his side, pressing her heavy breasts around either side of his arm, ensuring he could feel their lush fur and flesh rubbing to him idly while her hand gripped onto his cock hard.

She was jerking him off, movements fast and expertly focused on the sensitive tip and all the while she was whispering into his ear. “I can feel you throbbing. I can feel how close you arm. You’re so hard. So big in my hand. I can’t wait to see you just explode with cum. I wanna see it arc out, splatter everywhere. I want a big, sloppy mess of it so I can lick it up. Would you like that? Would you watch as I bent over, crawling on my knees to lick up your cum, slurp it off our table? Our table where we feed guests... I’d get it nice and clean for them, one little lick after another. Or would you rather give it right to me, fresh from the cock? Want to cum into my mouth? My hot, wet mouth squeezing around the head so you jizz right onto my tongue, sticky and sloppy? Wanna see it when it’s done? I’ll open nice and wide and show it off, you can even take a picture, save it on your phone to peek at when you’re working, peek at it and remember when I slurped down your cum like it was a treat.”

Nick gulped. She was whispering without pause. She was a fountain of dirty talk, constantly presenting new images. His mind was flickering madly from fantasy to fantasy. His legs were tensed, toes curled hard enough they nearly hurt while his knees and thighs quivered. He was so close to orgasm. He could feel it right there hovering. Her hand kept the perfect pace to bring him to orgasm, though without any rush. She took her time driving him up the mountain, just fast enough that he could always feel it building, but slow enough that she never, ever lost control.

“I know what you’re thinking, love. You’re thinking about me, aren’t you? Think about how I’m in control. Oh, because I am. I am in utter control. I get to decide if you cum or not, if you get relief. Do you want it? Haha! I know you want it, I can feel it-” She gave an extra hard squeeze, assuring him she could feel every inch of his cock and how it needed her, needed release.

“I know how bad you want it, how you need it. I don’t know how you’d like it though. So many options... On the table, make a mess for me. Mmm...” She sighed, filling Nick with an instant rush at the idea that she so loved his flavor, treated him like he was as delicious as the sugary buttercream smeared all over. “Splatter my tongue, see your load right there in my mouth before you watch me swallow it down, slurp it up because it’s all mine. Or, rather, if you want something different. Want to splatter my face? Oh... How I’d love to feel you spew your load onto my forehead, so I can watch it ooze down, trickling between my eyes. Or on my cheeks so I can try to lick it up, pray that I can get a taste of it dripping down from my face. Want to give me a facial, Nick? Want to make a mess up my pretty, pretty face? That’s what good girls do right? They takes loads of cum on their face?” She giggled, licking up the length of his throat. Her tongue sent shudders down his spine. All the while she was still pumping her hand, always, without pause. Always inching him closer, torturing him and working him closer to the final moment where he got to know whether this was all a game or if he finally got to cum.

“Want to cum in my throat? That’s an option too. Shove deep inside, face fuck me as you finish, slam these lips right to your base-” Her hand shoved to his base, miming her tight lips squeezing around him so that he had to twitch and buck out of control, but a firm push of her knee once again held him pushed back, unable to thrust against the pressure of her knee on his thigh. “Want to just spray it right down my throat? Make sure no drop is lost?”

“How do you want it, Nick?” She could feel him, riding the edge. He twitching madly, spasming. Every once of him wanted to cum, needed to cum. He was gasping for air, muttering curses. “Quick! Quick! How do you want to release that load?” She bit her lip, moaning out into his ear in her own excitement. The sound rattled him, making him twitch even harder as he felt himself seconds from preparing to shoot it all out, finally get release.

“Yes! Yes!” Skye encouraged, pumping faster, faster. “You need to tell me-”

“For next time.” Then, her hand dropped away, leaving him once again reeling back away from orgasm.

“God! SKYE!” He shouted, whimpering as his cock throbbed with confusion and pent-up need.

“Apologies. Punishment is punishment though!” She flashed him a big grin, pleased with herself. Nick just scowled back, already eager for the next time she curled her hand or lips around him.

******

“Skye! Skye! Skye! I’m going to!” Nick howled out, riding to the edge of orgasm for the third time. Skye’s hands were wet with her own juices and a few smears of frosting. One hand curled into her own sex, fingering herself like mad and working a thumb over her clit as the other pumped hard up and down Nick’s throbbing, pulsing dick. She’d worked him up to the edge over and over, punishing him for his thievery for nearly an hour now. His head was spinning, air almost hard to get into his lungs as he neared that cliff’s highest point once again.

Her head bent low, lips parting open as she pulled him into the sloppy heat. She started suckling hard, slurping noisily around the flared head of his cock. He could hear the lewd, wet sounds filling his ears along with the wet slap of her hand still pumping around the rest of his length. Her other hand still held his balls, ensuring they were surrounded in the soft warmth of her furred palms as she sucked him off. She pulled her lips back, letting his tip sit against the bottom one. “Cum for me, Nick. Give me a treat. Hit my face. Make a mess of me. Fill my mouth. Cum down my throat. Anything.” She met his eyes, staring right at him as she shifted one and only to guide his hands to her head, giving him control before she returned to her pumping motion and opened her mouth wide.

“Oh fuck, yes.” Nick gasped, finally knowing that he’d get to cum. He’d get to release the load that practically felt backed up in his balls by the point. He grabbed onto either side of her head, tangling his fingers into her deep red locks of hair as handles before he started to thrust madly. He face fucked down the length of her muzzle madly, all while staring down into her eyes, which stayed locked onto him- connecting them even as they were on totally different levels from each other.

Her lips hugged tight, squeezing him with every thrust as her tongue did its best to continue stroking around him even as he pistoned in and out of her mouth, truly using it as a fuck hole. Her tail melted out across the rest of the table, quivering with building impatience for him to cum as she felt his balls pulling up. She shifted her hands, planting them both onto her own thighs to steady herself as Nick thrusted harder and harder, pumping fast. Her eyes closed partially, a moan vibrating her lips around his cock as she pleaded, silently with her gaze for him to cum. She longed to finally see the finish she’d been worked him towards for hours now, toying with him endlessly, every time robbing them both of that finale of wonderful, gooey white cum. By now the table was slick. Sweat and her own leaking juices had coated the slick surface with liquid, meaning them both slide and wiggled around on the stage of dark wood, but neither notice the jostling.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m guh-guh-gonna-” Nick blurted, a groan stealing his voice. His cock was twitching. It was all building again. Finally, finally he was going to let it actually come. The pressure was rising. Everything began to tense. Orgasm teetered just out of reach. He was at the end of the path to the top of the cliff, the edge was in sight. He dug his feet in, pushing himself forward harder, faster. Skye closed her eyes, nearly gagging once in his excitement before he pulled back just as he flew past the edge.

And blissfully, finally, he came.

Stream after stream of the thick white ropes of cum arced across Skye’s muzzle. They hit her forehead, dripping down into the fur of her muzzle and nose while more roped onto her muzzle only to dangle off, falling to her breasts below. Her tongue darted out, catching a thick glob onto its center and filling her mouth with a salty bite to contrast the sweet that lingered there even now.

Nick just stared down, the sight unfolding almost like it wasn’t even him. He felt like he’d lifted from his body, finally free of all the pressure of a trapped orgasm and just floating away without that weight now. He witnessed his cock jostling, bouncing as it sprayed all it had across his fiancee’s breasts and face, giving her a perfectly, sloppy wet facial and tit painting in one.

He panted, breathing ragged as he finished this final act. “Holy... crap....”

Skye looked up, breaking into a grin as he finally gave the final trickle that fell, catching onto her nipple with a glossy sheen before his cock went still. “Was that... good?” She murmured, leaning up to kiss at Nick’s cheek, smearing more of the mess onto him as well. He could only laugh, rolling his eyes back as he turned, flopping back onto the table himself with a long, sputtering sigh.

“I might die-”

“Oh no.” Skye scolded, smacking lightly at his thigh. “You’re not done.”

“Huh?”

“I am not done with you.”

“Can... can I at least have some water?” Nick panted, chuckling as Skye clambered down, grabbing them both a bottle of Gatorade before she returned to her mate and straddled over his chest. In a moment of silence, the only sound was the eager gulps of them each sating their thirst before the bottles clattered to the floor and Skye wriggled her hips up, revealing the buttercream smeared sight of her mound right beneath Nick’s chin.

“Ready for a snack too?”

“Oh yes-”

******

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Skye’s voice bounced off the walls of the kitchen, echoing back her already repeating words as her thighs squeezed tight around Nick’s face. His tongue ached, jammed upwards into the girl’s leaking sex. She was humping slightly, relishing the seconds before he had to push her butt upwards and sip at the air for some more oxygen before diving into her snatch again.

Her body sat upright, sitting perched on his face as he grabbed onto her ass with both hands scooped beneath her like a seat, allowing him to push and shift her as he needed so all Skye had to do was ride the waves so to speak. Her head tipped back, allowing her hair to spill down her back freely. It swished and danced with her twitching, writhing motions. Her entire body was twitching. She shivered with every lick of Nick’s tongue up her slit. Right now, he was burying his tongue deep inside her sex, writhing it into her cunt and letting her bounce overtop of the live insertion. She loved it, feeling him grinding his tongue into her walls, tasting her directly from the source.

Nick’s nose was pressed to the girl’s clit. His entire universe was her scent now. He had nothing but the darkness of her thighs pressing in around him, the tickling of her furry legs on his ears, the bouncing of her ass on his chest, her scent like a cloud in the air all musky and spicy, the sounds of her ragged breathing and the gasping, crying moans, the steady smacking clap of her tail hitting the table in its fury-filled motions, the flavor of her on his tongue both tangy and sweet on his tongue. She tasted so deeply, the flavor filled his mouth and seemed to gather in the back of his throat. The kitchen was a distant land to Nick, buried in his lover’s thighs, beneath her seated form. The idea of the stovetop, the fridge, the couch far off in the living room were gone. All he knew were supple thighs, bouncy ass, hollering voice. Skye was his world.

“Oh! Oh! Nick! That! That feels so good!” The girl suddenly shuddered. Her thighs clamped tighter. Nick could feel her sex clenching on his tongue. Her entire body had started to quiver. His air was running low, but he didn’t dare cut it off as she teetered on the uptilt of this rising, building sensation. So instead, his tongue buried deeper. He curled the tip, driving it up the walls of her cunt and slurped her lower lips into his own in a lewd, sloppy kiss.

“Ooooh! Fuck! Yes! Ahhhh!” Skye’s voice exploded out of her. The orgasm hit her suddenly, smashing into her body as she bent over, flailing for anything to hold to, finding only their dangling light. She clung to the frame of the fixture, testing the power of the single cord and wire it hung from as she rode atop her fiance’s face, writhing madly and drenching his face with her wetness. When she’d finished, just as her orgasm began to die, Nick shoved her upwards, hauling her ass back onto his chest so he could huff at the air, sucking in oxygen like a junkie on withdrawals for the stuff, as he essentially was. His beard was tangled with bits of cum. The sheen of her decorated his face, smearing him in her scent, her flavor, marking him.

“Hehe.... You’re sloppy-” Skye mumbled, giggling to herself as she flopped off his chest, stretching out on the cold, cold surface of the table. “Ooh... this is blissful...” She whimpered, rolling so her hot back pressed flush to the chilly kiss of the wood.

“No relaxing yet, missy.” Nick shifted, sliding between the girl’s out spread thighs and rubbing his hard-again cock along the length of her inner thigh. The fur kissed down his entire cock, caressing him with the supple texture as he inched upwards towards the syrupy wetness of her pussy lips instead, soaking with countless layers of excitement and cum. His tip nudged up to her opening, the first time their lower regions actually came together though they’d already been toying with each other, playing, and cumming for hours now. Finally, finally the most base act was to begin.

Nick nudged himself forward, spreading her lower lips apart with the girth of his flared head, watching as her eyes languidly met his. Her face was a mixture of pleasure and remaining lust. Her lips were curled up into a playful, lazy smile while both her ears drooped backwards, submitting to him with a glittering glint in her eyes. “Finally the main event?” She asked, smirking as she spread her legs wider, letting the distance pull her lower lips apart and reveal the sight of Nick’s cock as it crept forward, pressing into the very entrance of her sex with a smooth, fluid motion forward.

“You ready for it?” Nick retorted back, using one hand to hold her hip and the other to pet over the sight of her mused fur and her heavy, free breasts jiggling idly atop her chest.

“So ready...” She affirmed, licking her lips before she bucked her hips up to him, driving him forward into her. Their eyes held one another with that first, blissful push. Nick felt himself pierce her lower lips, then slid into the hot, clenching passage of her pussy while she felt the smooth, stretch of her walls parting to allow him in then the heat of his girth inside of her, filling her so perfectly.

In unison, they moaned into the air, relishing that mounting moment of the first penetration. Then, impatience quickly began to win. Skye’s feet hooked around her lover’s body. She pulled him in tighter, begging with her body language for more of his girth. She hungered for the full stretch of all he had, the fullness of his dick buried inside her. “I want you inside me. I want to feel all of you. God, we’ve been teasing for hours. I can’t wait anymore. I need you. I need to feel you-”

Nick moaned, thrusting himself hard, driving to the hilt of his cock so their hips kissed together. He folded over her body, bending to kiss over her shoulders and throat as his entire length throbbed and pulsed inside the heat of her clenching, spasming sex. Already, so teased from so much foreplay and previous orgasms, Skye’s cunt was locked in a clamping, tight position. It felt like she’d never had something inside her before.

“G-god... You feel like a fucking virgin.” Nick grumbled, moaning into her ear with a low, throaty groan. He tried to push deeper, but she squeezed him so tight he nearly couldn’t move, she was truly locking down on him, trying to milk him already.

“Fuck me, then. Stretch me. Stretch the little virgin. Break me in.” Skye moaned, she grabbed for Nick’s hips, helping him to shove into her as her legs pulled him deeper and deeper. She moaned with every thrust. Her whole body was quivering, relishing his thickness inside her. Nick groaned, muttering and swearing to himself. Time seemed to slow. He tried to memorize every note of the scene in front of him. It was too perfect. Skye was lost in herself for the moment. Her eyes had sunk shut, captured mid-moan with her muzzle parted wide. Flour still powdered her cheeks, though cum was now drying over top. The powdery white and the gooey, liquid variety added new, lewd texture to her face. Her breasts were covered in a mess of batter, cleaned up and drying in tangled design. Her crotch, where he could see himself spreading her pussy wide open around his cock, was smeared with cum some fresh and some drying. She was an utter mess. Her body was flushed, hot with a glowing blush and messy with hours of play showing plainly. It was a perfect image.

Nick thrust harder, driving himself up till he slapped into her and her breasts bounced up. Then, repeating, he found a rhythm. Every hard thrust pushed his tip to her cervix and jostled her heavy orbs atop her chest. Skye clung to the table, a hand bent above her head, but otherwise she let herself slide across the table so her body bounced up and then sunk all the way back down his shaft with every thrust, slamming him deeper every time.

“N-Nick. I can’t l-last much longer!” Skye gasped. “I-I’m gonna cum-”

“Nuh-Nuh... Not yet!” He demanded, grabbing her hips. His fingers clamped around her soft love handles, driving her down onto his cock, harder and harder. He bent over her, huffing into her neck, kissing her shoulders with every pounding thrust that rocked her into the table. “I’m going to cum with you. I want to fill you up while you milk me with those tight, little walls of yours. Don’t you cum yet. Don’t-” He could feel how hard she was controlling herself, how much work it took. She was shaking, shivering and moaning with every second. Every thrust, he felt a pulse rush through her pussy as she squeezed down on herself, trying to keep the orgasm from freely rushing through her system.

“God, you feel so good. You feel amazing, Nick... Fuck.” She groaned again. Her voice came out low, constrained just like her pussy as she rode on the very edge, holding on until Nick was ready to pump her full of cum.

Her hands clung to him, hanging onto his shoulders desperately. He could feel her nails kissing the skin, certain to leave scratches, but he didn’t care. He barely felt it. His hips were pistoning in and out of her like made, bouncing her across the smooth surface of the table, using its messy surface and her fur to lube her up against the hard surface and deepen every thrust as they met together. His tip rammed deep into her, kissing to her cervix with each and every pounding motion as they mumbled in a jumble of needy, loving whispers.

“Cum for me, baby. I’m so close. You cock is too fucking good. I’m gonna cum. I want to cum around you. I need to- C-can’t you feel me squeezing around you? Do you feel how tight I am? Do you feel what you do to me? Cum for me. Please, please. I want to cum with you, want to cum together. I n-need to cum-”

“Skye, Skye.... I’m getting close. I’m gonna fill you up. You want me to-”

“Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Pump me full of your seed! Make my tummy bulge! Please! Cum with me! Cum!”

“I-I-”

“O-Oh-Oooooooooh!”

“Skye!”

“Nick!

“Ooooh God!”

“Fuck!”

“Skye!” “Nick!”

Then, finally, with Nick’s hands clasped so tight onto Skye’s hips they’d bruise the next day and her legs locked around him so his cock stayed buried deep inside of her and their heads rocking side by side one another in a desperate, clutching squeeze, they came together.

Neither made a sound at the end except a final, warning scream of their partner’s name before the shuddering, rippling orgasms took control and they could only shake and scream with delight. Nick made little noise, just gritting his teeth with a final cry of delight while Skye broke with a howl of pleasure that would taper off into a panting, finishing whimper as her orgasm took her last shred of energy.

Panting, collapsed into one another, they just laid atop the table. Nick hugged his arms around Skye’s messy form and neither moved. For minutes, they just laid there catching their breath without another sound, motion, or word.

Finally, when his heart had stilled, Nick spoke up with a weak chuckle. “Well, so much for a clean kitchen...”

Skye just giggled once, “More importantly, did that... make the cake taste better?”

“Oh... for sure. It was a totally different experience. You went above and beyond for this... tasting-” He chuckled, leaning up to kiss the girl’s cheeks. But Skye giggled back, sitting back slightly so she could make a flourishing gesture. “Well, you know what they say! Whatever it takes to best your competition!”