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Benan and Lilium have an arrangement you would see in a healthy, longer lasting relationship: he would make them both breakfast and lunch to take to work, and she would cook dinner. This arrangement spawned from repeated fits about the distribution of chores around the house. It made sense, as his job in construction often required him to leave early and return late, and her job as a teacher allowed her to come home sooner and continue work there. So it has been for a year. So when the front door opened and she had only just started cooking dinner, she noted to herself how early he was. That is usually not a good sign.

4 years ago

Sitting across the table was a brown bear, larger than the typical. He was dressed in a rough denim overall over a white linen short-sleeved shirt, wearing clean but worn high-laced worker boots. His eyes were unremarkable, hidden behind thick eyebrows. His snout was short with a few scars, one of which was fresh. His name was Benan, aged 29, if she would believe his furder-profile (which she did).

She was an orange fox, dressed in a light yellow summer dress with a v-neck deep enough that it was quite inappropriate for her job unless she wore something underneath it. At that time she did not. The dress flowed to ankle-height and an onlooker would see below the dress colorful casual sandals. Her name was Lilium, after the orange flower. Or so her parents had told her; she had always found this silly as her entire family was orange, and the joke of naming their litters after orange objects had lost its humor a few generations ago. She told Benan this as an ice-breaker. It normally worked, this time it did not. This man barely raised his lips in a smile.

“Welcome home Fuzzy!” Lilium shouted. Fuzzy was a name she had introduced rather quickly in the relationship. She thought it helped him loosen up around her, to let him know he was loved. It also made him seem less intimidating, back when the relationship was fresh and she didn't know him the way she did now.

Now before I continue I should provide you with some context. Benan has very poor social skills. Nobody had taught him, especially with regards to women. He was cursed with a very high sexdrive, but no way to court a lady. Finding Lilium was the best thing that ever happened to him. For when he entered their home, and heard the usual ‘welcome home Fuzzy’ he took off his boots, walked into the open kitchen to find his lady cooking clothed in nothing but an apron.

He cursed himself for not laughing. He did not laugh because he was so nervous. This was the first time somebody had actually liked him enough to go on a date with him. Most women swiped away from his profile. Those that didn’t were discouraged by his private messaging skills.

‘My name is Benan,’ He said in his typical low voice that would turn into nonsensical grunts if you were more than 5 feet away from him. ‘I don’t know why my parents named me that.’

She was smiling at him. Benan did not know how, or why, but something of his anxiety drained away.

She continued speaking. Her voice was alluring, almost poetic in its rhythmic falling and rising.

‘I like the name. Correct me if I am wrong, but you strike me as a quiet man. That’s alright! I am not looking for someone to talk my ears off. I am a teacher, you see. I love my job, but coming home to some quiet is valuable to me. Quiet, and other things.’ She ended the sentence with a half smile, and leaned forward.

‘Other things?’

‘To see if this date is going anywhere, I really must know if you and I are a match.’

At that point the waiter came and brought them both their drinks. He had a large black coffee, she had mint tea.

She waited a moment before meeting his eyes again. She gestured with her hand for him to lean over the table. He awkwardly shifted some weight and leaned forwards. She, being much smaller, put her legs on her chair and sat on her knees. She then put her elbows on the table and leaned forwards. Benan could see straight down her dress and immediately felt his cheeks flush. She whispered in his ear:

‘I want someone that keeps me warm, and safe. I want a man who makes me feel desired, a man who makes me feel sexy. I might be small, but I can handle a lot.’

His entire face was now flushed, hidden under his brown coat. His eyes were wide. Her mouth was so close to his face that he felt the warmth of her breath. She continued then:

‘How do you feel about Consensual Non-Consent?’

She was standing on a kitchen step. It was difficult for them to get an interior that matched both their heights, so they compromised such that she needed a step, and he needed to hunch. When he entered the room she looked over her shoulder and regarded him with a blue eye, and smiled at him. She turned back to the stove and continued chopping tomatoes. One of her long ears was turned in his direction, so he knew she was very aware of what he was doing. He undid the buttons of his overalls and let the piece of clothing fall to the ground. Stepping out of them, he grabbed his boxers and shoved them down, leaving them behind as well. He walked to Lilium. He had had a fight with one of his coworkers after a piece of equipment had broken down. The foreman scolded them and sent them home early, as they couldn’t work anyway. The whole thing had left Benan feeling agitated.

She withdrew from the table and sat down again, slowly sipping her tea. The big bear was visibly uncomfortable and unsure what to do. That did not matter. She had long learned that the silent ones just needed some time to loosen up before they could show themselves. She was a fox that knew what she wanted, and what she wanted required trust. She needed a man with a good heart, and she had a feeling this one did. If he had the stamina to give her what she wanted, that remained to be seen.

‘I don't know what that is.’ He sheepishly responded after he had recovered enough.

She thought to herself how sweet that was. This one was not very sexually educated. She did not mind, she had patience. If he had what she sought she did not mind tutoring him, she might actually welcome it.

‘When people have sex, they ask consent. At least the nice ones do. I don’t want to bother with it. I find it much more arousing if sex is more… bestial, impulsive. So, I would give you consent to have sex with me however you like, whenever you like, without you having to ask first. With some ground rules, of course.’

She watched him consider how to reply to this. He was visibly caught off-guard by her bluntness and forwardness. But she enjoyed studying him. He was physically exactly the type of man she fancied. (Very) large, muscular, and ursine. She expected another one-sentence reply, and was not disappointed.

‘What ground rules?’

That was the correct question. She felt herself grow giddy with excitement.

‘Nothing painful, nothing bondage, at least not to start. If you have a kink you are unsure about, ask me first. Always accept me asking you to stop. And the rules go both ways. Do you agree?’

She stared at him invitingly and leaned back in her chair, cupping her tea. He was hunched in the (too small-) chair and gulped down half the mug of coffee before responding gingerly: ‘Yes…’

The table had a long cloth draping over it. Lilium had quietly stepped out of her sandals and reached with her feet towards his groin. They touched his overall and slowly found a large bulge. As her feet rested upon it, she felt it throb.

He had already undressed. When she had looked at him, she had seen the outline of his gender against his clothes. He would want sex fast, and hard. On a typical day when Lilium gets home, she showers first, (prepares her body for sex), then puts on an apron, or a bathrobe (without anything else) and starts making dinner. So when Benan came home and walked towards her with decisive steps, she was ready. The context was arousing enough for her. She heard him approach and felt his big arms drape around her torso. His right hand grabbed one of her breasts, fully cupping it, her nipple protruding between his fingers. She was still standing on the step, and they had taken some care to buy one to put her at ideal height. She felt his large cock move between her thighs. Had she looked down, she would have seen its head. She did not look down, she was still cooking after all. The tomatoes were done, the pickles had yet to be cut and she needed to flip the burgers. Unbothered by her partner she continued her task.

His left arm folded around her belly towards her clit. He found her already wet. He loved her so much. But love was not the emotion he felt at that moment, it was desired. He had her hugged from behind, his hips grinding against her butt. His hand gently pushed against her thighs, and shifted her weight slightly to spread her legs and allow him more freedom. He pushed his cock between her labia. The warmness and wetness made him throb. He thrusted again, spreading her wetness across his cock. His right hand let go of her breast, and pulled at her hip. His left hand pushed against his cock, angling it upward. He slid in without issue. He grunted and she gasped as he pushed his entire size into her. His knot was out, but he knew he was too big for her to take that too, unless he went in elsewhere.

He immediately felt he would not last long.

She continued her cooking with one arm, as she needed the other arm to hold herself steady. He was thrusting slow but deep. She had thought he would go hard, but it seemed he was looking for something more intimate. She felt her insides move, his fur against her back. His arms held her in place as he had his way. She loved the feeling, the feeling of being taken. She loved the bond they shared, she thrived in the trust they had. She loved his size, his confidence, his respect. She loved him. She lowered the heat on the stove and closed her eyes to focus on the feeling. He was getting bigger and started moving faster. She knew he would soon be done. Folding her neck back and looking up, she met his eyes. He was looking at her. Their mouths met, and they kissed, even as they both moaned from the repeated thrusts. She then withdrew, and softly said:

‘Knot me.’

He stopped moving, and slowly moved his hips back, exiting her. Lilium bit her lip and reached behind her. She grabbed his cock and moved its tip higher. He slowly started pushing. It had taken two years before she could comfortably take his size there. Another year before she could take his knot. But the journey was worth it, for to them, nothing was more intimate.

He pushed the head in. She withdrew her hand and gasped. With both hands on the counter she pushed her hips backwards into him, letting his cock slide deeper and deeper. She was very tight. He loved the feeling. He let her take him, push into him. He had already been close to orgasm, and was now ready to finish. Her body was shaking. She was in discomfort, he knew, but she liked it. She lifted her head again, arched her back and looked him in the eyes again. He placed his left hand underneath her jaw and kissed her. His right arm folded around her hip and pulled her closer even as he thrusted forward. Slow at first, he heard her moan. Then, decisively, he pushed his knot into her. He let go. His muscles tensed up as his cock throbbed repeatedly. His body made shallow thrusts which he could not stop. Lilium put her arm at the back of his head. Her tongue entered his mouth and twirled around his. Still, he throbbed. There was nothing like the feeling of being locked with her like this, his full size within her.

She had felt him enter her. His knot would hurt, but only briefly. When it, too, was inside her she felt his throbs, she felt him filling her. His body spasmed, but not his arms, those were gentle, controlled. She loved feeling his body be satisfied, she loved seeing it, feeling it. She kissed him then, and waited for him to finish.

When he was recovered, she pushed him out and turned around, regarding the semi-erect cock and the big bear who owned it. He looked at her and smiled. At that time she knew tonight would be a good night.

‘Clean up’ she said then, while she felt his cum leaking out of her. ‘I will finish dinner while you shower. And after we eat, we might continue.’