Stóvan's Nights
_Well... this is my very first yiff-related story I wrote... thought I could submit it finally, even though it actually is very bad :3 Just shows that I might have improved from horrible to a bit less horrible in that time...
Anyway, share and enjoy!
(For my boyfriend... love ya :)_
Stóvan sat at the counter and was just bored. Slowly he stirred in his drink, thinned Káhli with some blood. He took a small sip and sighed. Usually he had no problems to find a room for the night, but now it was already dawning and there had still no girl passed by and asked him. Maybe he sat in the wrong store, only few people passed by here anyway. He stirred again and poured the rest of the glass into his throat.
He didn't turn as he heard a chuckle behind him. "Come on, just ask him," a girl said, quite cheerfully.
"I'm not quite sure... maybe he's already taken."
"Just ask."
"I don't know."
"Stósh... hey male!"
Stóvan turned. "Yes, Miss?"
"My sister wants you to join her for the night."
Finally, Stóvan thought. "Of course, Miss."
"So, had that been that hard? Well, see you later, sis. Tomorrow... or maybe even later." She giggled and left her sister alone with Stóvan.
The girl smiled nervously. Stóvan realised he had to begin this time. "Scishkí, Miss."
"Call me Scaí..."
"Okay. I'm Stóvan. Do you want to go right now or shall we be having a drink before?"
"Oh, a drink sounds about right," Scaí said and went to the counter.
Stóvan took another glass and filled it. Scaí took it and poured it down with one go. She moaned. Stóvan hadn't thinned it, she had grabbed it too fast. But she didn't seem to care. Looking into his face, she smirked and lifted the glass. "More." Stóvan nodded and refilled. The girl drank again.
Slowly his paw moved over her back, reaching the tail. He stroke several times over her tail, knowing where all the little spots were which aroused the females. He leaned over and tenderly licked her neck.
"Could we go to my place before?" Scaí asked, already slightly trembling.
"Of course, Scaí."
She slipped off the chair, smirked again and walked onto the street. Stóvan followed her closely. Two, three corners, a bit over a green hill. There was a small house, a bit away from the others. A cosy place, Stóvan had to admit. Scaí opened the door and waited for him to enter. It was just one floor, no walls but the four around. But he had already seen almost all kinds of houses, as well as this one.
"You live here alone?" he asked.
She went to a corner with a wardrobe and started to undress herself. "Yes. I was a bit lucky to get my dream house." She shoved her working overall down her body. "Well, if you're hungry, look into the fridge."
He nodded, opened the fridge, frowned, stuck out his tongue and closed it again. "I think your fridge is broken."
"Stósh, again? That's one of the disadvantages of this house... power fails sometimes, no water supply..." She chuckled. "But in warm days like this the small lake is pretty good." She sniffed at her arm fur. "Which doesn't sound so bad right now..."
Stóvan smiled. "Well, I can wait a moment."
Scaí stepped closer, smirking. "Nobody said you need to wait for anything." She slowly opened the buttons of his pants and licked his forehead. As his pants fell down she moved her paw down and raised one eyebrow. "Impressive."
Stóvan couldn't stop smirking. "If you say so."
"Let's go take a bath," the girl said and went to the door again.
Stóvan walked to the small lake. He dipped his foot into the water. It was not cold, rather a normal temperature after the heat of the last days. Well, it was a desert city after all, and in the valleys the nights were just a little bit colder than the days. The water was refreshing, yet warm. He went in.
Water splashed as Scaí just jumped into the lake. Stóvan shook his head, smiling, and went slowly behind her. The water was comfortable, not too cold, so he let himself slowly slip in from the stony shore. He was not much of a swimmer, but after all those years he would be a bad guy if he never made to learn it. Scaí seemed to be for more experienced here.
She slowly swam to the other side, turned and leaned against the stone, smiling at him. "Come here," she said, trying to look innocent.
Stóvan swam closer and closer, approaching the stone, leaning next to her finally. Suddenly she grabbed his paw and put it onto her stomach. Stóvan, understanding the sign, started to stroke over her belly. Now he had to guess... maybe she likes pouch messages. He moved his paw carefully over her pouch-area, with slight pressure at the right places. This usually arouses girls, and he could hear her moaning quietly. But she didn't seem to enjoy this very much, so he let his paw moving further down.
Stóvan moved his body slowly over hers and shoved his paw between her thighs. Since it was under the water, he couldn't see if she was already wet down there, but that was just about time. He stroked her crotch intensively and listened to her quiet moans. Still not the reactions he was waiting for.
So he spread her labia carefully. With his middle finger he stroked over the area, heading for her clit. Finally he found what he was looking for, rubbing over that special area. Now Scaí was groaning louder, her head tilted back. He smiled and rubbed harder. He cold feel her body trembling in the water and saw her paws moving over the smooth stone, seeking a place to grab. She moaned louder, her arms wrapping around his body finally. She let out a loud scream and dug her fingers into his fur. Stóvan could feel a warm liquid pouring over his paw. He looked into her face, a bit questioning.
Scaí smiled weakly in embarrassment. "Sorry..." she said, panting.
"It's okay..."
He could feel her spreading her leg under water. "Come on in," she said invitingly, stroking the beginning of his tail.
His cock already hard, Stóvan moved closer and let it stroke over the crevice once. Then he spread her labia once more and thrust into her vaginal opening, hearing her moaning out loud. She folded her legs behind his waist and licked over his forehead.
Stóvan moved deep into her, then out for a bit again. He felt the warm waves of pleasure raising in his body with every movement and knew she felt the same. He moved back and forth, again and again, feeling the climax building up in his body. But he suppressed it, not before the girl had come.
And so she did, after a very loud scream, almost ripping out his fur. He groaned out himself, quickly pulled his penis out of her released his cum into the water. She looked into his eyes, panting.
"We'll repeat that, on the beach... but this time you stay in, it is safe..."
"Yes, Miss..."
"And stop that Miss!" She pushed herself out of the water and walked over the stony ground to the sandy corner of the shore. Stóvan followed swimming.
Dripping and with wet fur he went over the sand to the girl. "What now?" he asked.
Scaí laid her paw onto his chest and pushed. Stóvan fell over on his back. She went down onto her knees and covered his with her body. Licking over his face, she stroked his shaft until it was hard again. Then she sat up, moved over the standing cock with her crotch and lowered herself onto it, moaning again.
Moving her groin and groaning, she pushed herself to another climax. The hot waves of pleasure thrust through her body, from crotch to head. She enjoyed every single one, let them hit her hard, moaned and groaned as they arrived her head and her mouth. Carefully she held herself at an edge, the climax in sight. She knew the male was holding himself back for her, but she wanted to feel his cum flowing into her before she was coming herself. She enjoyed it to have complete control over him.
His facial expression told her he was at the edge, and with a loud groan he threw his load into her vagina and womb. Now she released her own emotions and screamed out loud in joy.
Panting she lay down onto his body and let him stroking her back. Somewhere in the near houses somebody switched the light on and opened a window. "Hey! Go inside, people are trying to sleep here!"
Scaí smiled broadly. "Yeah... let's continue that inside, I'm not finished yet." With these words and a final lick over his nose, she stood up, took Stóvan's paw and dragged him with her to the house.
This is going to become a very long night, Stóvan thought.