Suspension, Part 2
Fritz stood up after re-securing Tsukiyo's gag; it was time for some more fun. He looked over his prisoner's helpless form once more, eyeing his prize on her far end. He slowly made his way to her rear. He was in no rush. As he leisurely padded around her body, he gave her small amounts of attention. He gently massaged her shoulder for a moment, then moved his hand under her to lightly rub one of her perky nipples. As he walked by, he dragged a claw down her back, eliciting a small twitch.
Finally, he came to rest behind her. Tsukiyo's lewdly spread legs left her no modesty. Her lifted tail did nothing to hide the tight, pink tailhole, and her spread thighs exposed her cream-colored mound. The fur around it was already slightly damp, and this is where Fritz focused his attention.
Tsukiyo sensed Fritz's gaze behind her, examining her like a lab specimen. Finally, she felt him wrap his paws around her ass, gently spreading the cheeks, and she sighed in anticipation. She felt a single digit run along the lips of her sex, gently parting them with just the tip of the claw. A second finger joined the first, spreading her apart, allowing access for a third to rub up and down her inner vulva, gently circling and rubbing the hood of her clitoris. A new sensation presented itself upon Tsukiyo: Fritz's warm breath upon her crotch.
Fritz adjusted his grip, holding Tsukiyo's cheeks apart with his palms, and her labia open with his thumbs as he lowered his muzzle toward her rump. The edge of his mouth just barely kissing her pink inner flesh, sticky moisture transferring from her lips to his. He opens his mouth, his tongue moving to gently caress her, inside and out.
This was an act Fritz enjoyed rather much. He provided pleasure to his bound captive, licking and stroking, suckling and kissing, tonguing and nibbling. She enjoyed it as well, however, she had no choice in the matter. Certainly, Tsukiyo would not object to such treatment to her most sensitive parts, but Fritz didn't provide enough stimulation for her to orgasm. He would keep going, continuing to pleasure her with his tongue and mouth, but never bring it to an end, never allow her to reach that peak. The idea of this aroused Fritz greatly, his maleness never having gone down since Tsukiyo fellated him. A slow stream of fluid continued to drip from his erect member.
Tsukiyo's muscles tensed, her entire body trying fruitlessly to achieve further pleasure. Her fingers and toes clenched at the air in a vain attempt to grab hold of anything that would allow her to steady her body, to push back against the male's invading tongue. She heard a brief chuckle from behind her; clearly he was amused by her struggles. She felt his tongue snake forward to invade her vagina, and she groaned behind her gag as it writhed inside her, lubricating her passage even more than it already was. Then, as soon as it had entered her, it was gone, leaving her feeling empty and damp between her legs and anxiously craving more.
Fritz was becoming impatient himself. His teasing of her had the unfortunate effect of arousing him as well, and he refused to deny his satisfaction any longer. His throbbing length stood erect, bobbing in front of his crotch, wet from his own seminal flow. He pulled his muzzle away from Tsukiyo's sex, despite her futile attempts to draw it inside of her. A stream of fluid connected them for a moment, stretching from his lips to hers, then broke as he stood upright.
Enough.
Enough teasing had been given, enough stimulation supplied to both of them that Fritz felt that they were ready. Since Tsukiyo was occupied with her bindings, it was up to him to escalate the situation. He sighed briefly to himself as he gently stroked his maleness with one hand, while the other rested on her butt. It was her idea to be tied up, for him to be in total control. He wasn't one to pass up a situation to use her body as he wished, but in the end, he was never very dominating. He knew that if she weren't bound, he would not have the gut to command her or pin her down and use her or even hurt her. This had been an interesting experience for him, but he felt a bit foreign to it. Really, she was the one in charge here. However, he thought, the next part is something I know.
Fritz edged forward on his pads, mere inches separating himself and her. He grasped his member and slowly rubbed it up and down the length of her labia. He saw Tsukiyo twist her head slightly, as if trying to see what he was doing. Fritz smiled to himself, but realized he was still teasing. He lined the tapered end of his penis up with her and slowly leaned forward. Her lips spread as her entered her, tightly engulfing his cock, the length easily moving forward due to her moist arousal. Fritz exhaled slowly as his hips came to rest against hers, his still forming knot held just within her pink flesh. He glanced down, enjoying the sight of his cock held within the supple labia, then began to withdraw, his member now glistening with her fluids. Then, when just the tip remained insider her, he rammed his length back into her, eliciting a short, primal grunt from himself and a gasp from his captive.
Fritz fucked her, no longer concerned with teasing or going slow, his only interest was the primal urge to use her body to pleasure him. As he mated with her prone figure, her harness caused her to swing slightly back and forth. Fritz used this to his advantage: as he drove himself in, her body bounced off of his crotch, swinging on the ropes binding her. As she reached the tip of his cock, he pulled on her hips, forcing her back onto him, allowing him to use her weight and movement to thrust deeper. Fritz groaned out loud, squeezing her buttocks as he thrust into her, feeling her muscles clamping around him when he stimulated her most sensitive areas.
Fritz knew he couldn't last long; his extended play session with her left him aroused for too long. Her tightly gripping vagina was causing him too much pleasure, and the near-effortless way in which he pounded her brought him closer and closer to an unrestrained orgasm. The bulge near the base of his penis began to enlarge and he knew he only had mere seconds. He slammed into her again, his half-engorged knot stretching Tsukiyo's quivering womanhood, wrenching a moan from the abused creature. Before his knot could finish swelling, he wrenched it out, causing Tsukiyo to yelp, and triggering his orgasm.
He collapsed on her back, his knot reaching a softball size just outside her abused vagina. His cock twitched and spasmed inside her snug walls, shooting his thick seed, coating the inside of her. Fritz lay there panting, arms wrapped around her waist, panting heavily, until the high of his orgasm had finished. Slowly, he pulled his sensitive organ from her, causing a small stream of semen to ooze from her red and battered sex.
His legs still a bit shaky, Fritz walked to the door of the barren room, reaching for the towel that he had hung on its handle. Just as he started to wipe himself clean, he heard a soft sound behind him. His ear twitched, but before he could turn around, a heavy weight descended upon him, sending him crashing to the floor. A hand pushed his face sideways into the concrete, obscuring his remaining eye with a palm. A knee pressed into the small of his back, grinding into the vertebrae which, along with the post-coitus weakness and just having the wind knocked out of him, prevented Fritz from moving.
How had she escaped? He had tied the ropes to her specifications...
"My turn" was all he heard before everything went black.