Red Sheets for Valentines Day
I'm going to shake things up a little bit, so please forgive the vague tags and unusual POV for this tale. If you don't know who I am or what my usual themes are ... I hope you enjoy regardless. Lykos Bane and I have a little side bet going on, so feel free to give your honest ratings and comments at the end. But please remember ... Do Not Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm).
Red Sheets for Valentines Day
2006 by Eldyran
You got red sheets for Valentines Day.
I hope you like them.
I didn't know what else to do, you caught me off guard. I mean its the most special day for love isn't it? And you know I love you.
I thought you loved me.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up, I don't want to fight again. I should be holding you, kissing you between those big black wolven ears. So fuzzy and warm. I think thats what I love most about you, those ears. How they would always tickle my chin each and every time you pinned me down on our bed, your square nose buried in my chest fur, as you licked one of my perked nipples.
Thats probably what you were going to do a few minutes ago, weren't you? Steal me away to our bed and ease my pain. Didn't they tell you that Valentines Day is for love? It's not for telling your boyfriend you are leaving him for a fox.
A fox.
That's so cliche. And you know how I feel about cliche's.
My paws run over your furry back, trying to ease the stiffness in your shoulder blades, as they press your chest into the mattress. Your bushy tail tickles my sheath as I massage you. I know your tense. I didn't mean you yell so much, but I couldn't help it. The tears on my furry cheeks are still fresh, and more threaten to spill, but I'm being a brave coyote.
Its all over with isn't it?
Please Gods don't let it be over. It's only been a year. I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, but Ive done the best I could considering whats wrong with me. I know I forget things. But its only been a year. I haven't forgot that.
My paws run over your ears. Gods I love those ears. I think thats what I love most about you, have I told you that lately? As I lean over my sheath rubs just under your tail, and I shiver.
Can I give in temptation? Just this once? I mean its not like you haven't already. And from what you've implied, quite a few times to be exact.
Your guilty silence only confirms your relentance. As I straddle the backs of your strong thighs, my paws run down your back again, and fondle your tight glutes. Nothing is sexier than firm wolf ass. Well one thing is sexier.
Taking that tight ass.
My paws shake as move your tail to the side and spread your cheeks. My thumb claw teases your tight, black ring, but you don't flinch. I'm a little surprised at first, because you always got so worked up about me getting anywhere near that virgin pucker of yours. I lean down and kiss it, letting you know how much your little coyote appreciates this little concession.
My mind swims as my canine tongue falls from my muzzle and laps at your entrance. Vertigo washes over me as the tartness of your virginity dances across my taste buds. Maybe if we would have tried something new you wouldn't have got bored and left. Was it boredom?
I thought you told me my mania was anything but. Was that what it was? All the times driving me to the ER? I knew the doctors saw your tears, but said nothing. Or did they? What did they say to you? It was them wasn't it? They told you to leave me, didn't they?
I try to stifle my sobs as I clench paw fulls of your ass fur. Why don't you answer me? Are you that mad at me? My paws shake a bit more as they grab your muscular hips for support. Fresh tears roll down the reddish fur of my muzzle and land on your ass cheeks. I'm sorry. I'll stop crying I promise. Valentine's day is a day for making romantic memories and remembering old ones.
I straighten back up, and scoot forward on the sheets so that my knees straddle your soft hips. Despite the tempest of emotion churning inside my stomach, my member spills halfway out of its sheath. I press the half erection into you, and the wet tapered tip leaves a smear of pre on your pucker. My pulse beats so loud inside my skull, I cant even hear you breathing, and I can feel the fevor start to take hold. Arousal. Hate. Love. Jealousy. But most of all Lust. All awash within this broken heart.
Remember when we first met? Out on Latch Island on the Fourth of July last year? I knew from the moment I saw you looking up at the fireworks, the red white and blue colors washing down at you, that I loved you. I wasn't brave enough to talk to you while you stood by all your college buddies. But then you saw me, and I looked away. Half an hour later you came over to the lonely coyote sitting the edge of the mighty Mississippi, and handed him a beer.
We sat and talked for some time, the cans piling in the sand by our hind feet. I don't know what convinced me to come out to you: your smile, your laid back personality, or the beer. Maybe it was all three. I'll never forget when our muzzle lips touched for the first time, underneath the boom and rumble of the rainbow explosions above.
Before I realize it, I grow stiff, the tip of my shaft pressing hard against your entrance. There is a tense, brief moment where the pressure builds, but then your tight ring gives, and I slip oh so slow inside you. You don't even grunt, like I thought you would. Your not even struggling anymore, and I'm glad for that. Maybe you decided you need this as bad as I do after all. One last time.
Do you remember the first time you took me, between the grain silos during River Days? We could have been going out for more than two months at that point, my timid heart pushing back my ravenous libido, my ramshackle mind. Despite my mixed signals, you waited patiently outside the beer tent for me, listening to some backwater band from the stix. I know it took me forever to push my way through the throng of furs, but I emerged triumphant, two overpriced beers in plastic cups held in each paw. I guess you didn't see me at first, but I sure saw you.
Talking some fem little twat in excruciatingly tight blue jeans.
Looking back on it I should have suspected what was going to happen, your deep amber eyes glued to his slender vulpine form. A thousand emotions coursed through my jealous gut, but despite the anger I felt, I couldn't bring myself to break up your happy little conversation. I only saw him that one time, that little bitch of yours, but each time I see you now, all I can think of is his saucy little smile.
Does he smile like that when you have his ankles up by those black tipped ears?
I remember how hard tried to calm me down after he left. I didn't want to make such a scene, security having to escort me out, but I just couldn't stop. I tried to break up with you, but you wouldn't listen, following me on my way back home. When you pushed me into the shadows between the grain silos, I didn't know what to think.
You whispered empty reassurances through my hot tears, my broken heart, and I believed them. When you spun me around and pressed me into the concrete, the chill of the early September night creeping in, I felt so confused, so alone.
So submissive.
And I fell for it too, didn't I? Let your roaming black paws undo my belt and fly, till they fell in a pool at my hind feet. I cant believe how high my tail raised when your muzzle snuck underneath it to rim me, my head thrown back in a long, dragged out whine. When your paws wrapped around my thighs, I knew what was going to come next, and I thought I was ready for it. But your knot took more than just my virginity. It took my soul.
I want it back.
As my inches slide into your velvety soft cheeks, my heart almost stops, it feels so good. It feels like heaven, if there is such a place. After what I've done to you, everything I've put you through, this is the only slice of heaven I think I might see. Oh Gods you feel so good inside, my cock buried so far up your ass. It seems like an eternity before your checks rest against my hips, and I'm just not ready to accept that I've reached the end of the line. There just as to be more.
More of you. More of us.
I'd try to convince you into staying with me, but you stopped talking a while ago. It seems like you made up your mind to leave me long before dinner. You let me cook a nice dinner for you, let me look at your sexy, toned, and black furred body from across the table. What was running through your mind as you ate? Why couldn't you have told me sooner? I mean you've been sleeping with that little whore for what, three months now?
Did you think it would be funny or something? Making love to me all those nights without me knowing what was really going on? Why would do do something like that? And then telling me at the table. I didn't even notice the shards of the wine broken glass stem in my paw till you mentioned the blood staining the white tablecloth red.
I withdraw slightly, not anywhere near as far as what they say in gay romance novels. I'm too greedy. I thrust back in, hilting you, pushing my hips tight against those soft wolf cheeks of yours. I gasp as I do it again, feeling that hard lump of your prostate grind against the top of my slick shaft. I repeat. Enjoying. Worshiping. Cherishing our last intimate moments. Your virgin ass grips me like a glove, and I whimper, whine, the pleasure building inside of me.
Your body rocks gently with my thrusts, but you make no effort to push back. Aren't you enjoying this? I reach underneath you and grip your sheath, now soft in my paw. You were hard when you led me to our bed, only a few minutes ago. I knew what you were planning to do.
Ease my pain.
Take this little coyote's ass one last time, toying with his broken spirit, his mind. I bet these sheets won't even be cold before you leave to go see your fox.
Your fox.
The tears rain again through my outburst of sobs, and my paws grip your soft hips for support as I fuck you. My pace quickens, my canine cock spreading you wide, rubbing in all the right places, deep inside. I know we shouldn't be doing this, but it feels soooo good, I just cant stop myself. My back arches, grinding the top of my shaft right up against your prostate, just like you did to me a few minutes ago. I'm so so sorry for what happened. I didn't mean to do it. After you marked me, filled me with seed, claiming me as yours, I just wanted to do the same to you.
Why did you have to start struggling? Your fox didn't have to know. It could have been our little secret. You could have lied to him, lied to him tonight as your buried your knot deep in his tail hole, just like you've done to me, all this time. Is he more special than me? Is he better than me? Less psychotic?
The jealousy, the lust, drive my thrusts forward. Faster. Harder. Your ass and tail bounce against my hips. I ride you now, so hard, and so deep. As my knot begins to swell, it pulls at your fleshy insides, and I whine out in pleasure. I grab paw fulls of your hip fur, using them as leverage to plow your tail hole. Your body rocks with each thrust, your limbs sprawling out against the bed, your muzzle and chest pressing down into your new, red sheets.
When my knot locks us together in place, I can already feel it coming. That pressure. That feeling. I try to hold it at bay, slow down, but its already too late.
No. Not yet. Please ... just one more minute ... just a few more seconds ...
My cock pulses within you, throbbing against your walls. My furry sacs rhythmically slap against yours, and theres no way I can stop my inevitable climax.
No no no no no no no nonono .......
I howl out, feeling myself erupt inside of you. I claw at the sensation, desperate, not wanting it to end. Your insides get so and slick, filled with my cum, and I'm still so hard, slipping in and out of you, as much as my knot will allow. Once I'm done pumping into you, I cry out, chest heaving, pitching with everything I've tried to bottle up. I throw myself on your lower back, my nose buried into the fur there, sticky and wet with my last gift to you.
Oh Gods ... what did I just do? You're never going to forgive me for that, never come back to me. I've ruined any chance of ever seeing you again.
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY ??? !!!!
I'm so sorry. I know how much you love your fur. I didn't mean too, I shouldn't have done what I did. I couldn't help it. I was too weak. Through my sobs, I kiss your ears again. Once I get back, I'll carry you to the bathtub, and we'll have a gentle, warm bath together, just like old times.
I promise.
I'll scrub out your fur and I'll clean up the mess I made, but I gotta take care of one last thing first. I try to pull off of you but my swollen knot keeps me tied to your body. As I lean back, moving my muzzle behind those huge, black, wolven ears I cherish so much, my chest fur comes away stained a darker hue of red.
The handle of the steak knife I stole from from the dinner table vibrates slightly in my paw as I pull it out, the blade grating inside the bony vertebrae of your spine. A few streaks of blood dribble out, but your heart stopped beating a while ago. The thin lines of red run down the soaked fur of your back, to join the dark pool in the sheets underneath you.
Your new, red sheets.
I smile and whisper in your right ear, so quietly that even the angels greeting you into heaven can't hear.
"Your precious little fox is next ..."
‾ Fin ‾
I hope you savored the deep seated chill that ran up your spine as much as some early reviewers did. Does 'love' synonym well with 'horror'? It certainly does for my incredulous palate, like an finely aged vintage of blood and roses. Finally, some Valentines Day dedications:
To LupineStar: 'Its been a Helter Skelter Romance from the Start ... Days come and Go ... But my Feelings for you are Forever ...'
To Lykos Bane: To my most Beloved Zombie Demon Wolf, I could not have asked for a better Alpha.
To Gazban: Still waiting on more!
To Grylor: My cute little sissy Pup. I was your first. Never forget that we will always be Brothers.
To: Lupineanomaly You are never alone. I know it seems like that, given the circumstances, but that is the way of our brood.
To all the Yiffstar Fans: Memento mori. Eat, Drink, and Be Merry, for To-morrow We Die.