Exotiq #1: A Silver Lining
#1 of Adult
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A Silver Lining...
J.L.Atwood
Roy heard the garage's car pull away as he slid the key into his front door. After a certain amount of jiggling later, the lock clicked and the door opened onto his silent house. Being home so early in the day was a weird thing and made him feel out of place, as he usually arrived home closer to dark. Usually Sonya beat him home by a few hours, and her presence gave the house life; the smell of dinner cooking or fans whirring speaking of a house lived in. Now the late afternoon sun slanted in through the lonely living room, no sounds to be heard but the ticking of the clock and the quiet rush of the AC as it cycled off.
He half tossed, half lobbed, his bag into the closest armchair, and reached up to tug at the knot of his tie to loosen it. Pulling it off, he smoothed the front of his work shirt and rubbed at a smear of black on the blue-and-white striped cotton. It was just one of many on the shirt, and more black smeared the short tawny fur covering his hands and face, battle scars of the afternoon's lost war with his car.
Roy had opted to go out for lunch today, even though he d brought leftovers. He hadn't felt like spaghetti, and decided to get a burger and save it for tomorrow s lunch. This would be something he would regret, albeit the end result would be the same. Upon returning to his car with a sack of burgers and fries, he was more than a bit shocked when turning the key did absolutely nothing. His next step was to pop the hood to poke and prod and fiddle with connections and plugs, as if he had more than a basic idea of what actually did what and he wasn't a software developer. An hour later, he called his work. Another hour later, and the tow truck arrived. The nice lady at the garage had been kind enough to give him a ride home, saving him the price of a taxi.
So, Roy had the afternoon off.
Sonya wasn't due home for another hour, as she was a grade school teacher. She didn't have any after-school activities currently and preferred to grade at home, so she should be home on-time. Roy didn't really want to be alone; having a vehicle out of commission and an expensive repair potentially looming made him wish she was already home, but he didn't have long to wait.
He unbuttoned and skinned out of his work shirt, having a sinking feeling that it would need professional cleaning to save. He eyed it a moment, then wandered back through the hallway of the house to the master bedroom. Setting the shirt aside, he removed his pants and regarded them; they looked unscathed, so they and his undershirt landed in the hamper.
Roy Alexander was a Nemean, mostly, in that he was rather tall bipedal lion with humanoid tendencies, complete with mane and a long tufted tail. The mostly part comes from a bit of questionable ancestry, the rumor being his great-great grandfather was a tiger. This rumor was given substance by a faint spattering striping in darker tan across the small of his back and butt; Sonya s nickname for him was StripeyButt for a reason. However, without removing his shirt, he easily passed for a full-blooded Nemean. Covered from nose to toes with a short pelt, he was a tawny gold with very little variation in color. His mane was kept clipped and neat, with the majority brushed back and kept in a queue at the nape of his neck.
However, for all of his regal and leonine background, Roy was also a self-proclaimed geek. Beyond the natural bulk native to his genotype, he was on the slender side. A pair of wire-rims bridged his broad nose, and his career path was definitely 100% desk job. He wrote code for a website, and he loved his job. He collected old computers as hobby machines, and his hall closet had an array of servers rather than linen and towels, much to Sonya s chagrin. Digging in his drawers for a t-shirt to wear, Roy's thoughts were on how to pay for the car repair; he supposed they could hold off on buying that video card upgrade, but he didn't really want to. Resignedly, he supposed this is what it meant to be an adult. Heading to the attached bath to wash the grease out of the fur on his hands, he went to work trying to get it out. After a second rinse, he happened to glance at himself in the mirror and spied the several streaks on his cheeks and chin. With a sigh, he stripped for a second time, and gave up. Grabbing a towel, he turned on the shower.
Sonya Alexander arrived home just as Roy turned the shower off. However, her path did not take her back through the bedroom, but rather to the office via the kitchen, and it did not take her within line of sight of her husband's bag lying like a warning sign on the living room chair. Setting her purse on the table and her keys on the counter, she grabbed a soda from the fridge and carried on to the office where she set down her laptop satchel. Humming to herself, she slipped out her laptop and docked it, turning it on as she did so. All of this had an air of practiced repetition, and as the laptop booted, she popped the tab on her soda and pulled out a sheaf of papers to grade.
Setting the papers aside, she smoothed her skirt and settled into her desk chair, giving the sigh of someone settling down and relaxing after a long day. As she logged in, she glanced at the clock. Roy wasn't due home for another two hours, and dinner was going to be something quick and simple. She was planning on tossing something together, and then seeing what got recorded by the TiVo or perhaps whatever Roy had torrented in the last day or so. In either case, dinner and TV, and then whatever might come up. Before he got home, she had some grading to finish up, if she wanted to spend time with him later in the evening. But first...
Opening a web browser window, she typed an address into the bar with quick and efficient strokes, and began browsing.
Roy came out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his hips, in time to hear Sonya's keys clatter onto the counter-top in the kitchen. Taking another towel, he began to scrub off; working as much water out of his coat as possible, and grateful that he wasn't overly fluffy, but the process still took a bit of time to do. Still slightly damp, and also still wearing his towel, he headed to greet his wife.
She wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen. She wasn't in the bedroom, of course, which left the office. Hearing the creak of her office chair, he headed in that direction. A wicked thought took him, and thinking to startle her, he began to creep to the office door. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a sound reached his ears, one that twisted in his guts.
A woman's moan, followed by shrieking yelps of pleasure, and some very wet slapping sounds.
His wife was watching porn.
Roy froze, still hidden from view. The tinny noise cut off abruptly with the sound of a mouse click. The scroll wheel ratcheted, and then with another click, more sounds began. Roy peeked around the corner, and saw her sitting at her laptop, her chin resting on one hand as the other clicked the back button again. Ducking down, he watched her with a grin. Still in the hunting stage, then, and she hadn't settled on anything. He glanced down and adjusted the towel to little avail; he was already quite erect and pushing out from between the folds, part of him was amused that he was already more turned on than she, and she was the one browsing for porn.
He watched her click through the site; idly watching a few moments before clicking back, searching for something that would catch her fancy. He knew it when she found it; after watching a few moments, she sat up a little straighter, losing her slightly bored posture. She grew more intent, and her hands left the mouse. The progress bar on the screen crept, boding for a semi-long video.
On screen, a young (but legal) doe was playing with a vibrator, slowly teasing herself with it. By the look of it, the footage was armature but the girl s enjoyment real and unforced. Sonya
leaned back in her seat, her eyes locked on the screen as the on-screen girl tickled her very-erect clitoris with the buzzing device. The video tweaked two of his wife's preferences; prey
species and masturbation.
He was enjoying the video himself; the doe knew how to take her time, and was working herself into a shuddering, jerking, mass of anticipation. However, it was his wife he was keeping a closer eye on, and as the doe sank her toy deep inside for the first time, his wife gave a faint whimper and leaned back in her chair, making it creak. He watched, eagerly, as she drew up her skirt.
Now, Roy was a Nemean. His wife for all appearances was the same, being a tall and rangy lioness, and being partnered to him certainly aided in this assumption. However, her background was far more muddied than his, and while her base was Nemean, she was a by-product of an alternative strain. She was primarily an Exotiq, both of her parents almost pure-blooded, and as such she carried unusual traits.
One of these was revealed as she leaned back, and drew her skirt up high around her hips. There, nestled against her belly and tautly stretching her pretty silk underwear, was a delicate spike of pink. Albeit on the small side, and lacking visible balls, it was most certainly a cock, and a very alert one at that. Although the correct pronoun for his wife was technically hir, she identified as female in dress and mindset, and as such preferred to be referred to as such. However, she still very much loved her 'extra bit', and Roy did as well.
She slid a hand over the taunt fabric, tracing her fingers lightly over the shaft and tracing the head, before sinking lower to tickle her lips as well. But, as her hand returned to stroke her shaft, it became apparent which appetite was in the fore. Roy found the sight of his wife teasing herself while the video girl plunged and gasped herself along to be very enticing, and he realized he had taken himself in hand as well, mimicking his wife.
As the girl picked up speed and pitch, so did his wife's hand, eventually peeling back her pre-dampened panties. She licked her palm, and began to stroke in earnest, her eyes fastened to
the screen. She worked steadily, her shaft glassy with tension and slickness, and Roy found himself torn by how to let this play out. By this time, his own shaft was aching, a finish lingering in the not too distant future... especially if he saw her reach her end. But he also had other urges, and finishing into his hand was lower on the list.
Returning to the scene at hand, he realized she had returned to teasing herself, lightly stroking her shaft and then quickly withdrawing her hand. By the tension in her body, and the way her shaft twitched and jumped, she was holding back, trying to see the end of the video. Her fingers played with her pre, smearing the slick substance over the head with tantalizing light fingertips, as the scroll bar neared its end. The doe on the screen began to wind up, plunging wildly towards a screaming orgasm, and his wife took herself in hand to join her.
"Sonya."
Sonya spun, sitting upright with a jerk as her hand shot out and slammed the laptop lid, even as the other tried to drag the skirt down. Shutting the lid did absolutely nothing to silence the doe's bleating squeaks of pleasure as she finally came, shouting into the silence between them.
"Roy?!?" He grinned at her, standing upright and letting the towel slip off. "You sneaky bastard!" She squawked, as she clutched her chest. "You scared the ever-living crap out of me." He grinned, and stepped up to offer her a hand out of the chair. He leaned down to kiss her, hands gliding down to hook her skirt off her hips. As her cock slid against his, he arched his hips to grind against her.
"I'll make it up to you."
"Jerk."
"If you want."
He just grinned at her, undocked the laptop with one hand and cupped her still-hard cock with the other. Her knees weakened, and she learned on his shoulders as he stroked her to trembling pitch. He lipped and then bit her shoulder and neck, making her gasp and squirm; she wasn't far off, and a couple more moments would have her painting the woodwork of the office floor. But that wasn't in the cards, so he backed off and lead her to the bedroom; she was more than willing to go.
In the bedroom he set the laptop on the bedside table, opened the lid, and queued the video to the beginning again. He started it playing, as it was long and started slow. He turned to see her undressing, revealing a slight and almost androgynous figure, but still in possession of some hips and breasts. He settled on the bed, stretching out on his back, and patted his lap. She quirked an eyebrow.
"What did you...?"
"I want you to finish your video."
"Oh?" He reached out and snagged her hand, drawing her over to the bed, and then pulling her onto it. He waved at the screen, drawing her attention to it, as he moved her to straddle his lap.
"Watch your show, I'll try not to distract you... too much." He began to lick and kiss her neck
again, nuzzling, as a hand found her breast. Her cock, still erect, brushed his stomach, and slid. His own lay between them, slightly softened by the walk, but returning rapidly to its former state of extreme interest.
When he could take it no more, he raised up her his and nuzzled his cocktip into the folds of her pussy. She was slick and wet as she normally was, it was hard to come almost to climax with one of her sexes and have the other be unaffected. But she was also tight, from lack of direct stimulation, and both hissed in appreciation as he slid home. She began to rise up, but he stopped her, and instead pulled her down until he was deeply hilted within her.
"Watch your video," He chided. Roy took Sonya's hand and gave it a broad lick, then wrapped it around her cock once more, then nodded to the video. For a moment, she looked confused, and then began to stroke. By now, the video had advanced to partway along, and the doe was deep into the throws of her self-pleasure. Sonya's attention was captured again, though she found herself squirming as Roy occasionally rocked himself within her, the pressure on her g-spot/prostate a steady, filling sensation.
It was almost too much, and she had to occasionally take her hand away, at which point he would guide her hips up and down, stroking one fire while the other raged out of control.
"Stop, stop, or..." Roy grinned, his eyes glued to the cock jutting so ardently upwards. It looked so full, like he could make her spill at any second. The doe on screen gave a particularly strident moan, reaching the end of her rope and crescendoing upwards. Sonya gave a whimper, her hand cupping herself even as she rocked back, eager for her own release.
Roy reached out, and stilled her hand, freezing it as the doe thrashed and came on screen. Sonya's hand jerked, trying to move, trying to finish, before tearing her gaze back to his, questions and confusion in her face as her cock trembled between their combined fingers. As her eyes met his, his hand tensed over her own and drove hers down in one smooth stroke, then again, as his hips arched up to slam into her... once, twice, thrice.
The first made her eyes roll up, the second an indrawn yelp and the last sent her over the edge, rich ropes of white jetting over his chest and hitting his chin. Roy growled, not with anger but with arousal, painted by Sonya's passion. She bucked, body shuddering as with a final thrust, he joined her with a groan, his cock throbbing deep inside her walls.
He collapsed back, she falling atop him while still deeply penetrated by his twitching cock, and occasionally shifting to draw the last little aftershock out of her female orgasm. Panting, sated, and very sticky, Sonya finally has the concentration to ask,
"So, why are you home early?"