Spice
Spice
by [Hammerstroke](%5C)
This is a short PWP involving some real out-of-characterness. Remember to vote and review at the bottom. I wrote this just to have fun with the language and do some good descriptions.
Lost on a vertical sea, missing her only companion somewhere within the fantastic floating ship, Sierra, our three tailed vixen from Survival, seeks Riley, the shy young wolf. Let's watch.
The Spice chamber was the last place he could have been hiding.
From out of the darkness Riley swam, with a decidedly wicked grin on his face, though something wholly different in his eyes: they blazed with lust, desire, and passion, and Sierra could do no more than stare before his paws were on her, embracing her, pulling her close, so close that their noses touched. He was totally silent save for a small growl before he brushed his muzzle over hers, and with a start Sierra found herself swept up by the rush, the need, the sheer sex of his assault. His breath was fire; his hot tongue was a raging iron, stroking something within her. A firestorm erupted down in her gut and, suddenly dizzy, eyes suddenly closed, Sierra reached a sweaty paw around him, but she had only touched him, had only started kissing back when the fire relented, his nostrils sending a jet of cool air over her face.
Gasping, panting, sucking in glowing drops of Spice, her eyes fluttered open and she gazed upon his windswept self, his body fading away to black, disappearing into the void behind him.
"Riley!" she gasped, as if suddenly realizing who it was.
"Sierra," the wolf growled, in such a sexy tone that she shuddered, his voice dripping with Spice.
It was only then that the rest of Riley registered, as he floated around her, free from gravity. She gaped - this was not the Riley she knew. Glowing tribal tattoos adorned his now black fur, mimicking the colors now swirling in his eyes, with lines that arced from joint to joint, limb to limb, heart to sex, tracing his life-force. He was naked - very naked - and there was sweat dripping along his sin-with-me body, glowing from the Spice in the chamber, outlining his flesh. His fur pulled in light and reflected it tenfold - he was aflame. His eyes were vibrant, as they flickered back and forth over her face, making sure she was real. Little beads of Spice flew around them, bouncing and rippling off each other, circling them like hungry predators. Sierra shivered, the whole thing foreign and impossible. Riley even had a host of glowing motes swirling around him, his own personal spectators.
Drifting past her Riley pulled the hatch shut and, with a lithe twisting motion, turned himself 'round and kicked off. Thrown into darkness the only light came from the Spice floating around them, and from his glowing body. His arms gathered her up and they began to slowly spiral together. Sierra felt a leg slide between hers, a paw on her hip and one under the hem of her shirt. His paw pads glowed, sparks arcing at her body every time he touched her.
Slowly, with deliberately teasing motions, Riley removed layer after suddenly sticky layer of fabric. Sierra tried to reciprocate, tried to stroke any bit of his intoxicating body that came within reach, but he held himself a whisper's breadth from her. By the time they bounced against the opposite wall their only clothing was the sheen of Spice crackling across their flesh and the sweat beading and floating off their matted fur, leaving Sierra panting and flush with desire. She kissed him, an admonishment for the game of hide-and-seek he'd led her on, an acknowledgement of the degree to which it had excited her. He kissed back harder, a growl pushing from deep inside his throat, reminding her who was in charge.
She submitted, blushing a shade of red few ever saw.
Soft sparks trailed down Sierra's back, light like feathers, charged and hot and cinnamon all at once. He wrapped a paw around her neck and pulled her close, touching their noses together.
"Oh, gods," the vixen panted, breathing hot and smelling the sweat on his face. His leg was between hers again, his paws caressing her back, molding vixen with lupin. His chest pressed against hers, Spicy sweat illuminating her fire red fur and his onyx black fur. Riley smiled briefly, moving a paw to her breast, then to her lips. She touched her tongue to his fingers, tasted the Spice, aptly named.
Riley moved his paw to her breast again, a delicate touch before leaning back and sliding down - up - along her body, all directions at once in zero-gee. She closed her eyes, murring, the quick full-body massage that she was granted sending pleasant tingles through her. Her legs curled around one of his, letting his furred thigh drag across her heated opening.
Sierra gasped - Riley's tongue was rough, and long.
He licked down her neck, letting his fangs graze across the supple flesh. Sharp fangs - he bit her, just hard enough to draw blood, blood that glowed when it met Spice. Sierra gasped again and pushed a shaky paw at his head, running her fingers through his soft hair, cringing and pulling as his tongue traced a line down her collar bone. She opened her eyes, watching, desperate.
The lick continued, leaving glowing spit and sweat in its wake, tracing a slow, torturous path between her breasts. Cherry nipples stood straight, peeking through her shining fur, craving his tongue's touch. Sierra willed herself to grab his ears and push his muzzle over one, but her limbs seemed to be having trouble caring. His kept exploring, his legs sliding along her hips, his paws sliding down her back, casually brushing her smooth rump.
Sierra squeezed her legs together, clamping shut from thigh to knee, trying to quench the fire between her thighs, trying to rub her flesh a little ... it was unbearable, and only a loss of breath kept her from shrieking in frustration. Riley smirked and pulled back, gazing at her zero-gee chest, his eyes glowing.
"Riley," she whispered, breathed, panted, "please. You're killing me. I need you ... please!" She was desperate for his touch, felt shameful in her need.
He chuckled, and reached for a blob of Spice hanging behind her. She could feel its heat as he pulled it towards him, catching it between his paws. The Spice melted between his fingers. With an evil grin he pressed his paws to her shoulders and let the cinnamon oil soak into her fur, charging her skin and igniting her nerves. Pleasure surged; he rubbed the Spice, guiding and massaging it down her front.
Sierra arched her back, pressing her breasts into his slippery paws. His fingers curled around them, squeezing their soft curves, pinching, rubbing, her nipples tightening, Oh GOD! Sudden moisture between her legs, a sudden flush of heat through her midsection. The vixen curled back, taking deep, stuttered breaths; her cries turned to whines, turned to groans.
Riley reached around, pawing her back, lowering to cup a cheek. Spice crackled and liquefied, seeping into her fur, spreading around her backside. Her tails drooped as he grabbed one and slowly stroked oil along its length, again, again. He did the same to her second tail, rubbing tightly around the base, his fingers caressing her backside.
Sierra murred, content, her limbs turned to jelly. Riley moved his other paw behind her, pressing against her back, pressing her chest towards his wicked grin. His cool nose touched her nipple, breathed a cool blast over the swollen flesh. Chilled breath, burning tongue - he engulfed the nipple in his mouth, closing his lips around her aureole and swiping his tongue over the sensitive tip. The vixen threw her head back, stretching her neck, thrusting her chest towards his talented tongue.
A ball of Spice splashed into her, flooding her thigh with warm tingles. Sweat erupted along her forehead, a sudden rush of vertigo and euphoria dancing through her brain and along her body. Riley pushed her closer, letting his tongue circle around her nipple, teasing the painfully desperate flesh, and slowly licked in larger and larger circles until he had covered her whole breast, then switched.
She wiggled her hips, trying to relieve the pressure building within her loins. Riley dragged his fangs along her breast, and gently bit her nipple, pulling and letting it bounce back. Sierra groaned, reaching forward, trying to grab him, trying to pull him close.
Riley held himself away, shaking his head. "Sorry, Sierra," he breathed, his dulcet tones barely audible above her hammering heart. "Not yet."
The absurdity of his words fleeted through her head for a moment, before his paws were on her again; her limbs decided they weren't going to listen to her head. Holding her close with one paw on her rump, his other paw traced curving, spiraling lines around her belly. She quivered with his touch, with his tickling sparks.
"Riley... Riley," she panted, deep glowing breaths, "please."
"Please ... what?" he wondered, slowing his paws, keeping his electric fingertips teasingly close from release.
Sierra closed her eyes, humiliated with the ease in which he'd trapped her so, too weak to even try to hump his paw. She felt like sobbing, but even that came out crazed, sex-starved, pitiful. Tears floated off her chin, cinnamon and radiant.
The paw on her rump found its way between her cheeks, the thumb probing the underside of her tails.
"Please ... do that?" he asked quietly. Sierra gasped, nodded. Her tails bent low, trying to protect her sensitive rump, their magnificent lengths spread out below them, red and white and glowing with Spice, almost touching the tips of his toes.
She was his, she realized, and had been since the beginning, even before she'd floated into the chamber and gulped down dangerous amounts of Spice. And Riley knew. The glances she hazarded of his cocky smirk, his powerful gloat... The thought of grabbing his head, forcing him to lick her to sweet, sweet climax terrified her.
The thought of being his did not.
A touch.
Sierra tensed, hope tugging at her from afar. A finger had found her pubic bone, had started rubbing and nursing right above her crotch. Her hips bucked, her stomach tightened, her slit flooded. The fur on the back of her neck stood on end, flicking bits of heat off behind her, drops of boiling sweat. Glowing spots appeared over her crotch, etching themselves into her fur, spreading slowly with each breath, each beat, each rub, each shudder, glowing something fierce. Lit from below Riley's paw rubbed lower, pressed against her nether lips. She sucked in a thick breath, heavy with their lust, an animal cinnamon stench that waxed chaotic.
"Riley," she moaned again.
His right paw held her close, pressing against her rump, a finger prodding below her tails, while his left paw rubbed her swollen lips. Sierra reached down and wrapped her fingers in his silky Spiced hair, desperate to cling to something real as her mind reeled. Riley cupped her mound, bent his middle finger inwards, sliding it between her lips. Fire surged, spreading glowing lines all over her midsection, tribal tattoos that mirrored his, that pulsed in counter rhythm to his.
"Riley..." She dipped her head back, moaned, and the first real glimpses of pleasure unhindered by worries or fear flashed in front of her, throwing her off balance, pushing and pulling at her hips till they bucked with a mind of their own. "Riley." She flooded Riley's paw, the smell almost as potent as the Spice, almost as toxic. Another finger. Her mind reeled. Her paws shook, grasping and pulling his sticky, shiny hair. "Riley!" Her legs twitched, her stomach tensed, another finger, her mind exploded--
" RILEY!"
And there, high in the Spice chamber, with timid young Riley's paw teasing the life out of her swollen pussy, Sierra came, screaming his name as her body shook and her throat grew hoarse and stars danced in front of her eyes: glowing motes of Spice, bold voyeurs to her climax, spectators to his game. She took in a deep, wheezing breath, panting, most breaths sounding suspiciously like his name. Riley hadn't stopped; he was rubbing her soft fur and had even put a spin on them when he'd bounced off the closest wall. His sticky fur pressed against hers, light at first, then firmer as he slid her sex towards his hungry muzzle.
His voice floated above the ringing in her ears: "...always wondered..." and then his tongue was on her, in her, darting in and out like his fingers had, only the texture was explosive and his fangs were sharp and his lupin tongue could reach much further than a paw. She squealed, shameless. Riley's fangs grazed against her sensitive insides, raw and scratched and Spicy. There was no time to regain her breath, to sooth her flaming insides - with a cry her crotch spasmed around his tongue, glowing juices pouring out, his tongue eagerly lapping away, a groan from his throat, the first real sign of passion on his end while she moaned and panted.
Her vision blurred, motion in front of her unfocused eyes, his eyes glowing. His arms held her tight, hugged her close to his body as his crotch found hers. A rub, a tease, a rush: he played his cock against her slit, sliding between her lips like a miniature pair of breasts, each thrust pushing the tattoos further across her body, a blood pump. Spice-laced precum splashed over her crotch, seared her raw lips. She hissed. He hilted.
Drops of Spiced precum circled them, pulled by their gravity, splashing down her sides. She cried out, her pussy wrapping around him like a glove. She dug her claws into his back, pressed him close, squeezing her breasts. Her nipples stabbed his chest, and his sweat burned the sensitive nubs. He hilted again. His paws were on her rump, groping and pressing, digging himself into her deeper and deeper, till his furry sack bounced against her slit.
She threw her head back, yowled, sex tattoos covering her face, a tribal burn over her roasting cheeks, mirrored by his burning expression: his eyes filled with lust, desire, passion, and something unholy, evil, sinful, but she could do nothing but growl with him, howl with him, lust with him.
Thrust with him.
Spice coursed through her veins as she grabbed his back and molded their bodies together, her legs wrapped around his midsection. Her tattoos flared, a knife cutting through the absorbing black of the Spice chamber, shrill white noise that turned out to be her whining with need. Her tails straightened, her fur stood on end, her ears twitched, a live current grounded somewhere in her gut. Riley was collected, calm, even though he was twitching and jerking and shooting Spice deep into her depths. There was no time to regain her breath, no time to take stock, barely enough time to join his bliss and lose all else, her awareness, her mind, her sanity.
End
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