Worshipping His Rod

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The Stallion & the Husky

There was only one way to please a stud and that was down on my knees, my nose buried into the crease between his nuts. I inhaled deeply, letting my husky nose twitch even closer in between his balls, tongue stroking out, caressing behind them and then up and over in one long sweep.

"Oh, fuck, yes..."

I trembled. Yes. That was what I wanted, the stallion stud above me losing control, though it was not as if Shawn and I had not spent so much time together already that I did not know, intimately, how to please him. In his bedroom, our flats not all that far from one another on the outskirts of a town that had suited us both well enough after university and starting our working lives, I could have told anyone else the placement of every item in there. But all my focus, at that time, was on the glory of the stallion before me.

Shawn was a Shire stallion, his coat dark, though he said he was bay. To my eye, it was almost black, but the long, white feather that spilt down around his fetlocks and hooves was what I truly adored. My paws slid gently down his thick, tree-trunk-like thighs, caressing him lightly, though the stallion could take far, far more than me. I was just a husky, after all, a good head and shoulders shorter than Shawn, if not more. But my tail curled up in just the right way to catch the eye of the studs that I wanted to take home with me.

Somehow, I always ended up back with Shawn. As if there was a bond between us, something more than a causal fling, a friends-with-benefits gig, that kept me coming back to him, again and again.

One day, I would have to investigate that further, but, in that moment, all I had to do was to be pleasing and to enjoy.

My tongue dipped languidly into his sheath, toying with it, how the fleshy fold moved back and forth, not quite snug around the base of his cock. Shawn was thick, but not so thick that it caused problems with his sheath, and I smirked as I peeled it back a little, all to caress parts of his cock with my tongue that did not usually get such intimate attention. He grunted and stomped, a hand caressing my head, the flaring red of my fur before it blurred into soft white, but the moment was not about me. It was all about my worship of him, trailing my tongue up his cock, from the very base within where his sheath had been a moment ago.

Shawn's heavy breathing hitched and my heart leapt. Oh, how I loved having that effect on him, all as I dragged my tongue slowly up the full length of his cock. It was a long member, a true testament to his equine heritage, long enough that, if I had cared to do so, I could have paused halfway to consider what I was doing and still had a good amount of stallion flesh left to devour. But I didn't stop, not until my tongue bumped over the medial ring and tickled to the tip, swirling around the flare.

"Ah, Kyle..."

It was my name and one of the sweetest things, bar a moan, that I could have heard from his lips. It drove me on to do more, using my lips on the fleshy head of his cock, flat and flared already as if he was about to cum. But I knew something that others did not and, even when he was in the middle of a session, the stallion's flare was hot and engorged, dripping and drooling, all as if he was on that very point of orgasm.

It gave me more than plenty to play with as I lapped over it, teasing the sensitive flesh, knowing Shawn could take it. The stallion's fingers tried to curl into the fur on my head, but I did not have hair or a mane like his and there was a lack of things there for him to grab. My cock swelled to attention between my legs from its half-hard state, but I did not mind that, even if it was a rather open, forward sign of just how much I was enjoying worshipping his cock and balls too.

My lips parted over the head of his cock, suckling him into my mouth, relishing the stretch. And yet my paws could not remain idle, not even in a moment like that, sliding up his inner thighs to part them just a little more, to get to the delectable hanging fruit of his balls. They trembled with the shift of his body, cradled within his sack, and I caressed it delicately, keeping the short claws at the tips of my fingers out of the way. I always kept them smooth and filed, but to catch someone's crown jewels with those, well... There were certainly few other ways to spoil the mood quite that quickly.

"Ah, fuck..."

I stroked his balls, pressing the flat of my thumbs into them. I knew just how much pressure to give, for the stallion was far more sensitive down there than he let on. That was just something that came with time spent with a partner, even if I would never have considered Shawn as anything more than a friends-with-benefits kind of partner. Maybe that was my downfall, maybe I should have made a move earlier.

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