I never had a title for this one.
#1 of Miscellaneous (Hetero)
I wrote this one up in probably less than two hours and figured I may as well do something with it.
Originally uploaded on my vanilla FA account.
She's sopping wet. He didn't know a girl could get so wet--soaked to the point that her nectar drips down the insides of her thighs, almost to her knees, and mats her fur there. Her smell is strong in his nose and muddies his already hazy thoughts as he drags his tongue over her asshole again.
He hasn't touched her pussy. For the better part of an hour, he's been teasing her ass, one hand gripping her left side hard and spreading her, his tongue at first on her, and then in her, and then his fingers probing, pressing down until she can feel the tension inside her pussy.
Her legs start so shake. She lies against the table, her chest against it, and he's on his knees behind her, worshiping. She gasps and claws the table, gouging marks in the wood.
His cock has been hard for ages. Precum leaks from the tip and slides down the length of his cock, all the way to his balls. In his own way, he's as wet as she is, and they're both throbbing and eager.
"F-fuck," she stammers through a moan. She reaches between her legs and presses her fingers against her clitoral hood, then slides them down and across her pussy. Her hand is instantly wet with her nectar. "Fuck. /Fuck/. That's enough. I need you to fuck me. /Now./"
He's never been happier to oblige. He springs to his feet and presses the head of his cock against her pussy, then slides it across, up to her front, where he thrusts the length of his cock across her lips and his cock kisses her clit.
"No," she pants.
He pauses. "No?"
"Not there." She reaches around behind her and he backs up; she wraps her fingers around his cock and guides it upward, until his head is against her asshole. "Right there. Right there." She grinds against him and he shivers.
He should have suspected. He's played with her ass so long--gotten it used to him, sensitive with the anticipation of being caressed by his tongue and stretched by his fingers. He's wanted her ass, but hasn't asked. Now, she's giving it to him. No--she's demanding he take it.
"Let me get a little wetter." He's panting, and so is she--panting like animals, though they are animals, aren't they?
"You better not--better not put anything in my pussy."
She bars him from her pussy. He aches to plunge his cock inside her a few times to soak himself with her nectar.
"Why...?"
She laughs through her panting. "It turns me on a hell of a lot to think I have a perfectly good, soaked pussy, but you're fucking my ass instead."
His cock twitches. The thought turns him on a hell of a lot, too. He slides his fingers across her pussy, gathering her wetness, and brings it back to his own cock. He lubes himself with her nectar and prods her asshole with the head of his cock.
"Yeah. Yeah. Fuck me," she demands. There's a growl in her voice that makes his cock throb, and for a moment he wonders how long he'll last once he's finally inside her.
He grabs the base of her tail, rolls his hips forward, and his cockhead sinks into her. She arches her back and mewls. She's so damn tight at the entrance. It flexes around his cock and drags more precum out of him and into her.
"Fuck yes. More. Shove it in me."
He has neither the willpower nor desire to refuse her. With one hard thrust, he spears into her up to the base and she mewls like a kitten and grinds back against him.
"Oh fuck. Fuck yes."
He grips her hips tight to keep her on his cock.
"Pound me. Just fucking wreck me. I've been waiting so long I can't fucking stand it anymore."
He growls. "Fuck yeah, baby." And he doesn't say more. He pulls out of her to the tip and slams back in. Every piece of her clings to his cock and pulsates around him as she shudders and grinds back as though her life depends on it. He gets lost in that feeling and pounds her so hard the table slips a few inches forward. His head is full of her mewls and moans and the tip of her tail occasionally dusting his nose. Fuck. She's perfect.
"Oh, /shit/," she gasps, and he remembers his manners.
He lets go of one side of her hips, brings his hand around her front, and slides his fingers over her clit. She jerks and then grinds her ass against him, and then her pussy against his fingers. She's torn between grinding on his cock and grinding on his fingers as they tease her clit, playing with her hood and brushing a nectar-slick pad across the pearl beneath.
"I'm close," she moans. "Oh, fuck. Oh /fuck/."
He gets clumsy, but she doesn't seam to notice. He swipes his fingers back and forth across her clit and pounds her ass.
"Me, too..." He clenches his teeth and gasps from between them. His knot starts to emerge from his sheath and he can't hold back. He's going to come.
She grinds against him, harder. "Knot me."
His thrusts falter for a half second. "But--"
"Fucking /knot me/."
He can't say no. His knot emerges and with one final, hard push, he knots her and floods her ass. His hand slides down her pussy, resting against her lips and over her opening. She flexes against him and her everything spasms--her pussy against his fingers, her ass around his cock. He's never felt a woman come so hard, and even once his orgasm peters out with a few final spurts of cum inside her, she still pulses around him, winding down, contractions becoming weaker and farther apart until they ebb down and leave his sensitive cock throbbing inside her.
They pant together. He leans over her, bracing himself against the table with his forearms, and kisses her shoulder and the side of her neck.
"/Wow/," she mutters.
He imitates her in agreement.
"That was...fucking intense. Oh shit." She flexes her ass around him and he whimpers. "You came so hard. I could feel it just fucking...jetting into me."
If he weren't so exhausted, he'd be hard again.
"We've gotta do that again."
"Fuck yes," he exhales. The foreplay had been long, but the payoff had been so worth it. He'd never come so hard in his life, and he would bet money that she hadn't, either.
They stay like that awhile more, until his knot's ready to pull out. He stands straighter and pops his cock out of her--she mewls a final time--and her ass closes, locking his cum inside her. He doesn't know why the thought turns him on so much.
She turns around, stands straight, and wraps her arms around his neck. They kiss for what feels like both seconds and eons, and when they part, hearts hammering, they lock eyes.
She smiles. He smiles.
"You staying the night?" she asks.
"If you'll let me." He kisses her nose. "I think I need a shower, though."
They both laugh softly.
"Me, too," she says. "Shower with me?"
He can't say no.