Steamed
A lone shadow pads along the darkened hallways, ever closer to his destination. He creeps around corners and down corridors, feeling along the vibrating planks with his pawpads, seeking her. He can smell her on the heavy, humid air that rises from the lowest decks of the boiler room-that spicy scent that electrifies his sensitive nostrils. In the belly of the great, wooden whale, secret places conceal secret deeds.
She weaves in between pillar and piston, avoiding the mechanical beasts at every turn, keeping her tail pressed to her legs lest it get caught in their unyielding grips. She thinks about his arms around her, his face against hers, his hot breath upon her naked fur. A rendezvous in a dark corner awaits her, just as it had so many times before. The pumping bowels of the ship would cradle her darkest passions.
Amber eyes meet in the flickering coal-light. He licks his lips as hers drip with anticipation. The slightest of hesitations passes as they glance over shoulders; they are alone. She grins. He pounces.
The two press against each other, the feel of woolen fabric and brass buttons rubbing against each other. In their eagerness, one metal tab breaks free of its threads and rattles against the oak floor. They do not notice. She pushes her lips against his, tongue searching, eyes closed. He slips his paws down her back to her rump, pulling her close, filling her mouth with his own. Fluid heat caresses them in the secret place, and they can no longer tell if it is the boilers or their own. A soft murr escapes his lips as she pushes into him, delicate claws fiddling with buttons and lapels.
He is free, a jacket falls to the floor, bare fur glistening in the sweltering shadows. A cold nose touches his face; she nuzzles gently and encourages him. He gently flips button after button with a practiced paw, releasing her bosom from the confines of a linen blouse. He smiles, satisfied. She presses her naked chest against his, their fur mingling like the tiny loops of a woven cloth. Her claws trace his muscular chest, and her ears twitch in appreciation. His paws envelop hers, bringing them to his lips in a soft kiss that made her eyes smile.
Somewhere a valve hisses, covering the sounds of their indiscriminate passions; their kisses and groans disappear into the machines around them. Trousers and skirts fall to the floor around ankles, and the two shadows behind the copper pipes move in unison with one another. She feels his sheath against her thigh, its pulsing thickness driving her to bite and claw at his neck. A staccato chuckle echoes in her ear, and her partner nips her in return. Gently but eagerly, she coaxes and pets him, drawing his masculinity from its hidden place. Steamy breaths puff from his parted lips, a warm cascade across her muzzle.
A loud clatter of metal rings through the room, and the two freeze, both keenly aware of their compromising position. His paws rest gently on her hips as she leans into him, and they strain to hear if someone has discovered their refuge. Time passes, steam hisses, but no sounds of beast rather than machine are heard. Simultaneously they let go of held breaths, and he grins at her, fangs reflecting the orange glow of dying coals. Her eyes glitter, and she rubs her thigh against him, a silent suggestion to continue.
He cups her buttons in his sweating pawpads, lifting her from the deck plates. A sharp intake of breath pulls through her teeth, and her eyes lock with his. He lowers her slowly, his iron-hard shaft meeting her greedy, slobbering lips. She exhales in a long, low moan at his entry, his girth that separates the folds of her womanhood. Her tail stands erect, twitching ever so slightly in the heavy air.
His hips pulse in time with the ship's heartbeat, its great, lumbering rhythm that permeates the steam around them. A bead of sweat rolls off her nose. He catches it upon his tongue and places a tender kiss upon her muzzle. She rests her chin upon his shoulder and crosses her arms behind his back, pulling him tight against her body.
His piston pumps against her; she moans and sinks her fangs into his shoulder. Claws rake his back and twist his fur. She winds her legs around his waist as the moist room drips around them, down their backs and arms, down their chests and bellies. Joining the monotonous drone of the machinery is a soft chorus of heavy breaths and thumping hips. His thick tail slaps against a metal pipe, echoing hollow throughout the room, but neither of them notice, lost in each other's admirations.
Head tilted back, he lets out a soft groan of ecstasy as she digs her claws into his back. Wetness slicks the fur between legs and bellies, and heat builds below their waists. Tongue lolling to one side, she places her paws on his shoulder and bends backward. He admires how her breasts spread against her chest, and he leans forward to plant a kiss between them. Feeling her passion grow with every pump of his hips, he quickens.
A stifled giggle escapes her throat as joy explodes throughout her body, shuddering ecstasy that rolls in waves off of her and melts into the wood and brass all around. He grunts and groans as he nears his own release, pushing harder and harder until at last he pulls free from her wet grasp, loosing a cavalcade of galloping seed upon her waist, her belly, her chest. Hot and sticky, she smiles, a wry grin that reveals rows of perfect teeth. He winks and gently lowers her to the deck.
For a moment, they both pant heavily, seeking respite from the heat of passion but finding none in the sultry surroundings. She tucks her paws behind her back and leans against a nearby bulkhead, tail dangling between her legs. Her eyes meet his in a demure but enticing stare. He smiles and reaches for his clothes, already salivating at the chance to have her in their secret place again. She returns his smile and dresses with him, noticing that one of her brass buttons has left her. She shrugs and helps him with his woolen jacket.
To their left, a door opens and closes, heralding a newcomer. Swiftly they press their lips together, paws clasped, lingering as long as the moment will allow. Never a word passes between them as they disappear into the misty steam released by the belching boilers, but they both know that soon they will meet again; then they will be together.