I Missed You Dear
Whoo, first submission here!
Written in one day, with limited proofreading, so I apologise for any mistakes. I'm sure it'll be a lot better than some of the submissions I've seen here though!
Alex and Dex are roleplay characters for me and my lovely mate, so please, no stealy! You'll probably see more of them in the future.
Criticism/praise are very welcome!
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Alex the vixen stretched luxuriously, arms and legs quivering, paws curled, murring softly. She glanced at the clock, having fallen asleep while reading a book, and let out a happy little yip. Dex was almost home! The small vixen jumped up and rushed to her mirror, grabbing a brush and sorting out her fur. She wanted to look good for her mate.
The vixen was a small but curvy woman, her red and black fur shiny and thick, her amber eyes bright and cheerful. She fussed over her fur, smoothing and combing it, setting it all back in its proper place, paying particular attention to her brush tail. She briefly considered changing clothes, but decided against it. She was wearing a light cotton shirt and a short skirt, both of which were old things she just wore around the house. Knowing her husband, it would be a bad idea to put on anything newer or more treasured. He could get a little...excited. At the thought, a small grin tweaked her mouth. The poor dear would be missing her by now. She made sure that her simple leather collar, the sign of their marriage, was sitting properly, then went out to the front of the house to wait.
Her husband was a 'private military contractor.' Mercenary, in other words. He used to be in the actual military, but when he got wounded, they took him off combat duty. The private sector had no problems with hiring a one-eyed man, so that was where he'd ended up. It worked well for them both. He was...aggressive. Being pureblood, his hunting and fighting instinct wasn't dulled, and he loved battle. Being in the private sector gave them enough money to live more than comfortably, he got to go and kill things and be a manly man, and best of all...he wasn't away for too long. He'd been gone for two weeks this time, out in the desert somewhere, blowing something up for someone. That was all she was allowed to know, but she didn't mind. In any case, even after just two weeks without her, he'd be raring to go. She was looking forward to it to say the least.
Now that she knew he'd be here any minute, the vixen couldn't stay still. She padded back and forth, watching the clock, ears perked for the sound of tires on gravel. She let out the occasional whine of frustration, fiddling with her skirt, getting worked up herself. Damn him and his inability to get home on time! The urge to slip her hand down into her panties and give herself some...relief was strong, but she resisted. She wanted Dex to make her feel good, she could wait. She just wished she didn't have to wait so long!
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard the crunching of tires on gravel, and the dull roar of an engine coming up the drive. He was home! She burst out of the front door, yipping happily, unable to keep still in her excitement. Her husband's big black truck was coming up the drive, the shiny black paint and mercenary logo covered by a thin film of dust. He charged up the long gravel drive, pulling to a stop out the front of the house, turning off the powerful engine. Her husband stepped out, and just like it always did, the sight of him took her breath away.
To say that he was a large man would be an understatement. He was huge. At well over six foot tall, and over three hundred pounds of muscle (well, mostly muscle, she enjoyed cooking a little too much), he was a magnificent wolf. Hard, bulging muscles rippled under thick grey fur, the luxurious coat marred by furless scars. Nobody could mistake her husband for anything but a warrior.
He was dressed in fatigue pants and a black t-shirt, his dog tags attached to his collar. The wolf was heavily scarred, with marks running up and along his arms, nicks taken out of his ears, and most notably, his face. During an operation in Somalia, he'd taken a glancing hit from a bullet. It scored along the side of his muzzle, before crashing into his left eye socket. His eye was completely destroyed by the impact, and only the fact that it was a glancing blow had stopped him from getting permanent and serious brain damage. As it was, he sometimes complained about his fingers or toes going numb, but only when he was talking to her. Weakness was not something that he would ever show anyone else.
He grabbed his bag from the passenger seat and slung it over his shoulder, taking off the eye patch that he wore in public with his other hand. Alex didn't care about his scars, or the ruin on the left side of his face. To her, he was perfect. He took one step towards the house, but stopped as his wife cannoned into him, the small woman having to leap to wrap her arms around his neck. He let out a happy little growl, holding her close with his free arm, as she nuzzled into his fur, making happy little growling sounds. The big man chuckled, then murmured in his deep bass rumble. "So, I guess that means that you've missed me?" he said, looking at her and smiling.
The fox woman had her face buried in his fur, snuffling happily, picking up his scent. His smell was an odd one, but nice. There was always his heady male aroma, laced with the smell of gunpowder and gun oil. New this time was a faint musty, desert smell, and a bit of tangy chemical. She paused her snuffling long enough to pull away and lick at his chin with a giggle. "Quiet! I'm busy sniffi-oh! Mmmmm..." she had started to playfully scold him, but cut herself off when the big wolf shifted his free hand to her rear, squeezing and rubbing her rump.
The big man growled softly. "I know I've missed you." He rumbled, his hand moving under her tail, rubbing and squeezing and teasing. "Time to show you just how much." He said, his remaining icy-blue eye glinting. Alex gasped, pressing herself against him, her amber eyes glazing over. They always did that whenever she was especially aroused, not that her scent wasn't already a giveaway. He could smell her arousal the second he stepped out of his truck.
He effortlessly carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them and dropping his bag. Then, without warning, he slammed her up against the wall, almost hard enough to hurt, his teeth going to her neck in a hard bite. She whined and squirmed as best she could as the bite began to close off her airway, Dex's big fangs threatening to sink through her flesh. She slapped at his shoulders as she started to see stars, and he finally released her neck. She gasped in a breath, then started hungrily kissing him. She loved it rough.
They kissed over and over, Dex biting at her tongue and lips, growling deep in his chest. Suddenly, he started roughly spanking her thigh and what he could reach of her rear, over and over, hard. Though muffled somewhat by the fabric still in the way, the smacks echoed through the house. With every smack, she first yelped, then moaned hotly, enjoying the punishment. Finally, Dex grabbed her skirt and ripped it away. The buttons fastening it popped easily, and he tossed it away. He pulled away from the kiss long enough to glance down and smirked. "I wonder if you're aroused?" he murmured, teasing her. She whined needily in response.
Alex's arousal had thoroughly soaked her underwear, so much so that the light pink fabric was almost completely see-through. The sodden fabric clung to her flower, letting Dex see every line and fold of that lovely little flower that he was so familiar with. She was his, his to take as long and as hard as he wanted, and she knew it. The fur of her thighs was damp and matted, and he ran his claws down her thigh, scratching her, making her whimper with lust, her whole body shivering. She stared at him with those glazed-over amber eyes, whimpering submissively, ears pinned, waiting for him to relieve her.
Ever-so-slowly, the wolf ran his finger along her slit from top to bottom, through her panties, the wet fabric clinging to his finger. Alex let out a tiny little whimper at the treatment, quivering, still pinned to the wall by her husband, her footpaws dangling a foot from the ground, completely at his mercy. He grabbed hold of the fabric of her panties, and with a swift tug, tore them off, the sodden fabric no match for the wolf. The sound of ripping fabric, plus Alex's little yelp of pain as the fabric pinched, bounced off of the walls. The poor, horny little vixen whimpered piteously as her soaking slit was exposed to the chill of the air. He entire body shook, at first with need, then with pleasure, as her mate returned to spanking her.
Once more his fangs closed around her throat, cutting off her yelps of pleasure and pain. Just as he'd done to her panties, the wolf simply tore her top from her body, growling. Her bra got the same treatment. By the time he released her throat, she was completely naked, her entire body shuddering, a trickle of blood running from her neck, his fangs having just barely punctured her skin. She gasped and whimpered, completely submissive to his whims. Finally, he stepped away. Without him supporting her, she dropped, crumpling into a shuddering heap on the cold tile floor.
Reaching down, he grabbed her, one hand going to her collar, the other grabbing a fistful of hair. He started dragging her along, forcing her to crawl, the vixen whimpering and whining, letting out the occasional yelp, tears in her eyes from the pain of her hair being pulled. At the same time however, she was leaving a trail of little drips all the way down the hall, so aroused now that her juices were literally dripping. She pinned her tail as hard as she could in total submission, her brush soon getting soaked. The huge wolf growled down dominantly at her, happy with the sight of the pitifully needy fox.
They soon reached the bedroom, and Dex grabbed his fox and bodily hurled her onto the bed. She thumped down face first, and after he slapped her rear extremely hard, obediently lifted her rump to present to him, face still buried in the bed. The wolf stepped around the bed, rummaging around in a drawer, quickly finding what he wanted. He dropped a tube of lube onto the bed next to Alex, as well as a toy. "You know what to do." He growled out at her.
She did indeed know what to do, and whimpering softly, she began lubing up the toy. She lifted her tail up and to the side, fighting the urge to submissively pin it between her legs, letting her husband have full view of her. Under her fur, her abused rear was flushed red and burning hot, still stinging from all the abuse. Once the toy was sufficiently smeared, the vixen slowly pushed two slick fingers into her rear, whining with pleasure as her tightly puckered tailhole was slowly spread open. Whining and whimpering with pleasure and lust, the vixen slowly worked her fingers in and out, loosening up her tight rear and slicking it up with the lube. After a minute she decided she was ready, and started pushing the toy in.
Her toy was several inches long and quite thick, covered in little bumps and ridges. She slipped the thin, tapered tip in, moaning, slowly pushing it in deeper and deeper. Her rear was spread open wider and wider by the thick toy, until she reached the first set of ridges. She kept pushing, shuddering and letting out a hot moan, her toes curling at the sensation of the ridges, pushing in one by one. She kept squirming, moaning louder and louder, her toes curling with every protrusion that popped into her rear, as she ever-so-slowly forced the toy in. Finally, after what seemed like forever, when it felt like she was full to bursting, her already-stretched tailhole pressed up against the bulge of the knot at the base of the toy.
Alex shuddered from head to tail, taking deep, gasping breaths, trying to get control over herself, her body wracked with pleasure and need. Once she was somewhat in control, she started pushing, whining with a mixture of pleasure and pain, forcing the bulbous knot into her rear. Ever so slowly, panting and whining, she pushed it in bit by bit, until finally, with a loud yelp, she popped it in completely. Part of her wanted to just collapse and lie there, feeling so full and stretched, in bliss, but most of her wanted to stay presenting and take all that her mate had to give. And her man could certainly give.
While she had been working her rear, the huge wolf had stripped down to his bare fur, taking his time, enjoying the show. His wife was so submissive, she'd do anything to please him. When she was done, he stepped forward, placing both hands on her rear, gently rubbing and squeezing her. She moaned softly, enjoying it, but her moan quickly turned to a yelp when he drew his hand back and gave her rear a hard slap. She yelped and squirmed, in pain and loving it, as her smacked her rear over and over again. Several times, he smacked directly on her exposed, needy slit, making Alex let out yelps that filled the house.
Slowly, he moved his hand to the base of the toy lodged inside of her, and slowly turned a dial on the bottom. The toy buzzed into life, vibrating deep inside of her, and the pleasure almost made the fox orgasm right then and there. Almost, but not quite. She squirmed on the bed, desperate to finger herself to climax, but knowing she was not allowed. Once again, Dex started slapping her poor abused rump, the sensations almost too much for the girl to take. He knew her every button, and he was slamming his fist into each and every one as hard as possible.
Finally, he stopped, leaning over Alex, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. She froze, except for her involuntary quivering, knowing what was coming now. He bit here and there, trying to decide on his grip, making little growls. She knew her place, staying completely still, not even whining. Finally, he made his choice, grabbing a fistful of her hair and ripping her head back. She yelped, but the sound was cut off by her husband's jaws clamping around her throat, cutting off her air. His other arm wrapped around her, almost crushing her, making sure that she was going nowhere. Then, finally, with her completely helpless and completely under his control, he slammed into her.
The man's wolfhood was just as huge and imposing as he was. Long and thick, hard as a rock, deep red from the blood pumped into it, his cock made her toy look like a cub's in comparison. It had taken a very long time indeed for the tiny vixen to get used to his size, and even now every thrust stretched her to her limits, especially with the toy buried in her rear. He growled aggressively as he slammed himself into her, her passage so thoroughly wet that it was almost effortless. He hilted himself in her on the very first thrust, his cock slamming against her cervix, his heavy, full balls slapping up against her hard and swollen clit.
The fox would have screamed, if she could breathe. He eyes bugged out, rolling back in her head a bit, the woman seeing stars from the mix of pain and intense pleasure. Oh gods, this was what she wanted, what she was craving, what she needed! Her lungs were burning for air, but she didn't care. She was his, his woman, his sex toy, his to use as long and as hard as he wanted. She would breathe when he wanted her to, and until that, there was nothing she could do, even if she wanted to fight.
He drew back, slamming in again, just as hard as the first time, the pleasure hitting Alex like a runaway train. Finally, she could take no more, and with a silent scream, the abused, desperately aroused fox came, and came hard. Her passage clamped down hard around her man, momentarily stopping him, and if she had the ability to, she would have screamed the house down. Every muscle tightened, every hair stood on end, every fiber of her being screaming one word:
Pleasure!
Her mind was completely washed away by the feelings. The was pure bliss. Her entire body shook and quivered, as her juices poured out around the huge shaft inside her. If he wasn't blocking her, she probably would have squirted, so intense was her orgasm. As it was, her juices gushed out of her, soaking the bed under them, as well as both of their fur.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the stars exploding across her mind faded away, and she came to the realisation that although Dex had released her throat, she still hadn't taken a breath. She took in great shuddering gasps of air, making utterly incoherent noises of pure pleasure, something like a cross between a whimper, a yelp and a scream, but all far too weak to actually happen. But even as she was coming down, her husband started up again.
As the vice grip of his shaft slowly lessened, the wolf started thrusting again, taking his wife hard and fast. He slammed into her over and over again, hilting himself, biting and slapping her, pulling at her fur and hair, thoroughly abusing her. For her part, the vixen took it all, her poor, abused centre ever-so-sensitive after her orgasm, but he didn't soften his thrusts or lessen his pace.
Shuddering and whimpering, the feelings overwhelming her, the fox was shoved through orgasm after orgasm, each one powerful, but nowhere near that first. And as he took his wife, Dex's knot slowly swelled, getting thicker and thicker, at first popping in and out of the vixen, but soon getting too large to easily fit, instead hammering at her abused entrance. The end was near.
His thrusts came harder and faster, growls swelling in his throat, his teeth once more drawing blood from her neck, until finally, with all his might, he forced his engorged knot into his lover. Once more, stars exploded across her vision, and she came dangerously close to passing out from the sensory overload. And as he grunted and growled, the wolf finally released, pent-up for two weeks.
Jet after jet of hot wolf seed splattered into the vixen, splashing across her inner walls, Dex's tail rising and dropping with each burst. It seemed to go on forever, his hot, thick seed filling her, trapped by his engorged knot, the thick swelling barely able to fit into the tiny vixen. She wasn't built to take a man this big, and as it was, pain filled her body. She'd be limping for a week. But she loved it.
Finally, after what seemed like eons, Dex's orgasm tapered off to the occasional spurt of seed, deep within her. They were well and truly tied together now, Dex content and Alex on the edge of consciousness, both enjoying the buzzing of the vibrator still buried in Alex's rear. Dex had released his grip, and now murmured sweet nothings in her ear, stroking her hair. Sooner or later, Dex's knot would shrink, and he'd be raring to go again. His seed would spill from her, only to be replaced by more, until he was completely spent and had no more left to give. For this abused little vixen, it was going to be a very long night, and she was going to enjoy every last second of it, being roughly taken by the man that she loved.