Under Velvet Wings
The house was dark, the music was loud and the drinks were strong. Dimitri leaned against the wall, mixed fruity concoction in hand, surveying the rest of the party. His left footpaw tapped to the beat of a generic yet catchy industrial song, ear piercings glinting in the light. The blacklight cast a strange violet glow over the dancers, yet one in particular caught his eyes. A white mink gleamed unreal under the oddlights, hips swaying to the beat, making Dimitri lick his lips, but not for moisture. She turned, long red and black hair swishing, catching his admiring eye with a smirk and a twirl, slowly approaching. Her black and red brocade corset forced her hips to sway even more, her short black silk skirt leaving little to imagine. One eye gleamed an icy, typical mink blue, but the other burned with scarlet intensity. Hungrily she eyed him, winking not-so-subtly.
"Fancy seeing you here." She murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Haven't seen anyone...darker in a while. I was about to give up on having any fun tonight at all..." Her eyes traced over Dimitri's coat, tugging gently on a leather strap with a curled finger. "My name is Ashleigh. And you look like fun."
"Actually, I'm Dimitri, but fun is close enough. I won't penalize you for that mistake this time." He suddenly felt like a flirt. Just watching her from across the room had been enough, but this...was so much better. Her slim, white furred fingers found their way to his stomach, stroking the toned muscle beneath his coat.
"Penalty, punishment, it's all the same to a girl that welcomes it..." Ashleigh backed him slowly into the corner, hand gliding down to cup him. "Maybe I want you to punish me."
Dimitri was taken aback by this sudden, sultry turn of events. He looked down at the curvy mink below him, suddenly infused with something strange, a stirring he had not felt in the longest time. One ear flicked to the side, up the staircase, and he grinned, the ring in his lower lip twisting a bit with his smile.
"How about we go somewhere more...intimate?"
"You lead the way, batsy."
He took her paw in a firm grasp, leading her up the stairs to his bedroom, far at the back of the house. The walls were plastered with posters, mostly bands, some pin ups, some video games. Thick black curtains blocked out what little light could filter in from the street lamps. A computer desk cluttered with games and cd cases, notebooks and sketchbooks. Nicknacks and statues. A table, a lamp. Mostly everything was black, including the bedspread--black and red.
Barely after Dimitri had shrugged off his long coat, Ashleigh grabbed for him, but he grinned at her attack, muzzle on muzzle, and pushed her into the bed, nonchalantely pressing his length against her hips. He heard her let out a slight sound, somewhere between a gasp and a longing whimper. A wider grin split his face as he buried his muzzle in her neck, taking in her scent, something faint, apples maybe. He felt her bite into his neck, making him shudder with blissful stings.
Dimitri pulled back from her, taking in her prone form with a sweep of his eyes, a flick of his ear detecting soft, puffbreathing beneath him. Her breasts were practically overflowing from her corset, a cute pink nipple peeking out from the edge of it. Eyes narrowing heatedly, he bent down and took it into his mouth, grazing it with a fang. Ashleigh's back arched up, pressing her breasts more fully into him, giving a fervent squirm beneath him.
"C'mon batsy...show me what you're made of." In one fluid movement of hips and delicate fingers, Ashleigh had slipped out of her flimsy skirt, flicking it away with her footpaw, spreading her legs to Dimitri. Unsurprisingly, she was not wearing panties, and Dimitri had to stop himself from burying his muzzle there.
"Ah ah ah....patience, dear..." Dimitri grinned down at her, sharp fangs clicking. "You wanted punishment, not a reward..."
`"But all I want to do right now," she said, leaning closer to him and looking into his eyes "is kiss you..." she moved closer, as he leaned farther back. "And touch you..." she kept on moving closer, getting on her knees before him. Dimitri was now flat on his back, looking up at her with those big red eyes. "And..." she was now practically straddling him as Ashleigh shoved her muzzle on to his. Their tongues met and they closed their eyes, letting the feeling of the kiss take over.
Dimitri moved a paw down and fumbled with the tie at the waist of his pants, quickly freeing his body and sliding the heavy fabric aside. He placed a paw on her warm stomach and ran his fingers through her soft, plush fur. Dimitri heard her moan as he moved his paw down. He felt the fluff of her sex and paused. His erection, before, only half way there, was straining harder against her leg than he had ever felt before as his paw moved and rubbed her sex gently. It was tiny and hot under his fingers, and past the point of damp. He squeezed a moan out of her, grinning again, regaining confidence, taking her muzzle with his again as he slipped a finger gently inside.
He slid their kiss down to her neck and worked his way down. Her silky fur slid under his lips as Dimitri passed her collar bone. Her chest was warm, and I could feel her heart beat as he moved down. He passed over her corset, and pressed against his firm stomach as I heard her say, "You are really smooth for a bat, you know...heard your types are sort of...reclusive."
Dimitri rubbed his straining length against her slit, close to dipping in at this point, but pulled back last second. "Well..." he says, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her face close, "Maybe you should draw me out of my shell a little." He pushed her head lightly down, face to face with his length, rubbing her cheek against it. He saw a bit of initial retinence in her eyes, but then a spark of heat, as she happily took the tip of him against her tongue.
He let out a soft hiss of pleasure, feeling the hot dampness there, enveloping it, preparing and hardening him even more, the better to please her with. After a minute or so of cheerful sucking, tongue rolling, and near-throating, he pulled her off, pushing her over onto her back, looming over her, nearly sinister.
"Is this "out there" enough for you, Ash?" He saw her bite her lip, obviously enjoying the manhandling. He reached down, pinning her sucessfully, and with one rub against her slit, thrust into her completely. She let out a great yelp of surprise and pleasure, back arching almost immediately, claws digging into her palms. He cut off her moans with a quick grasp of her throat, applying just the right pressure.
"What...?" he hissed in bliss, "Sorry...can't hear you...with a hand around your throat..." But he did hear her, heard the moans that wanted so badly to escape her tightened throat. He let go when her nails began to dig in, her wetness almost unbearable, and she gasped and heaved for breath. Dimitri then had an idea. He grasped both of her ankles in one claw, raising them up and tossing them over his shoulder, wings enveloping them both in a dark, velvety shroud. There, no legs to get in the way of what they wanted now. He was now able to thrust in to the deepest parts of the mink, who was thouroughly biting his pillow to stifle her loud, high pitched moans. Dimitri dug his claws into her soft behind, grabbing it roughly as he grit his teeth, pulling out at the very last second, spattering her chest and delicate muzzle with come. Ashleigh's eyes were nearly rolled back, her breasts heaving with intake of breath, legs shaking and quivering.
I pulled back and grabbed a box of kleenex from the nightstand drawer, dabbing off her fluffy, now rather sticky, muzzle, but she looked at me with bedroom eyes, and slowly licked me away. I felt my cock give a twitch at that. Was this a dream?
I was still wondering this as she showered in my bathroom, the smell of my soap drifting out from under the door. Where did she come from? What's she like, outside of giving the best head I've ever had? Does she work? Go to school? How old was she?
I flopped back against the bed, wings folded under me. This was certainly the beginning of something.
I flopped back against the bed, wings folded under me. This was certainly the beginning of something.house was dark, the music was loud and the drinks were strong. Dimitri leaned against the wall, mixed fruity concoction in hand, surveying the rest of the party. His left footpaw tapped to the beat of a generic yet catchy industrial song, ear piercings glinting in the light. The blacklight cast a strange violet glow over the dancers, yet one in particular caught his eyes. A white mink gleamed unreal under the oddlights, hips swaying to the beat, making Dimitri lick his lips, but not for moisture. She turned, long red and black hair swishing, catching his admiring eye with a smirk and a twirl, slowly approaching. Her black and red brocade corset forced her hips to sway even more, her short black silk skirt leaving little to imagine. One eye gleamed an icy, typical mink blue, but the other burned with scarlet intensity. Hungrily she eyed him, winking not-so-subtly.
"Fancy seeing you here." She murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Haven't seen anyone...darker in a while. I was about to give up on having any fun tonight at all..." Her eyes traced over Dimitri's coat, tugging gently on a leather strap with a curled finger. "My name is Ashleigh. And you look like fun."
"Actually, I'm Dimitri, but fun is close enough. I won't penalize you for that mistake this time." He suddenly felt like a flirt. Just watching her from across the room had been enough, but this...was so much better. Her slim, white furred fingers found their way to his stomach, stroking the toned muscle beneath his coat.
"Penalty, punishment, it's all the same to a girl that welcomes it..." Ashleigh backed him slowly into the corner, hand gliding down to cup him. "Maybe I want you to punish me."
Dimitri was taken aback by this sudden, sultry turn of events. He looked down at the curvy mink below him, suddenly infused with something strange, a stirring he had not felt in the longest time. One ear flicked to the side, up the staircase, and he grinned, the ring in his lower lip twisting a bit with his smile.
"How about we go somewhere more...intimate?"
"You lead the way, batsy."
He took her paw in a firm grasp, leading her up the stairs to his bedroom, far at the back of the house. The walls were plastered with posters, mostly bands, some pin ups, some video games. Thick black curtains blocked out what little light could filter in from the street lamps. A computer desk cluttered with games and cd cases, notebooks and sketchbooks. Nicknacks and statues. A table, a lamp. Mostly everything was black, including the bedspread--black and red.
Barely after Dimitri had shrugged off his long coat, Ashleigh grabbed for him, but he grinned at her attack, muzzle on muzzle, and pushed her into the bed, nonchalantely pressing his length against her hips. He heard her let out a slight sound, somewhere between a gasp and a longing whimper. A wider grin split his face as he buried his muzzle in her neck, taking in her scent, something faint, apples maybe. He felt her bite into his neck, making him shudder with blissful stings.
Dimitri pulled back from her, taking in her prone form with a sweep of his eyes, a flick of his ear detecting soft, puffbreathing beneath him. Her breasts were practically overflowing from her corset, a cute pink nipple peeking out from the edge of it. Eyes narrowing heatedly, he bent down and took it into his mouth, grazing it with a fang. Ashleigh's back arched up, pressing her breasts more fully into him, giving a fervent squirm beneath him.
"C'mon batsy...show me what you're made of." In one fluid movement of hips and delicate fingers, Ashleigh had slipped out of her flimsy skirt, flicking it away with her footpaw, spreading her legs to Dimitri. Unsurprisingly, she was not wearing panties, and Dimitri had to stop himself from burying his muzzle there.
"Ah ah ah....patience, dear..." Dimitri grinned down at her, sharp fangs clicking. "You wanted punishment, not a reward..."
`"But all I want to do right now," she said, leaning closer to him and looking into his eyes "is kiss you..." she moved closer, as he leaned farther back. "And touch you..." she kept on moving closer, getting on her knees before him. Dimitri was now flat on his back, looking up at her with those big red eyes. "And..." she was now practically straddling him as Ashleigh shoved her muzzle on to his. Their tongues met and they closed their eyes, letting the feeling of the kiss take over.
Dimitri moved a paw down and fumbled with the tie at the waist of his pants, quickly freeing his body and sliding the heavy fabric aside. He placed a paw on her warm stomach and ran his fingers through her soft, plush fur. Dimitri heard her moan as he moved his paw down. He felt the fluff of her sex and paused. His erection, before, only half way there, was straining harder against her leg than he had ever felt before as his paw moved and rubbed her sex gently. It was tiny and hot under his fingers, and past the point of damp. He squeezed a moan out of her, grinning again, regaining confidence, taking her muzzle with his again as he slipped a finger gently inside.
He slid their kiss down to her neck and worked his way down. Her silky fur slid under his lips as Dimitri passed her collar bone. Her chest was warm, and I could feel her heart beat as he moved down. He passed over her corset, and pressed against his firm stomach as I heard her say, "You are really smooth for a bat, you know...heard your types are sort of...reclusive."
Dimitri rubbed his straining length against her slit, close to dipping in at this point, but pulled back last second. "Well..." he says, grabbing her by the hair, pulling her face close, "Maybe you should draw me out of my shell a little." He pushed her head lightly down, face to face with his length, rubbing her cheek against it. He saw a bit of initial retinence in her eyes, but then a spark of heat, as she happily took the tip of him against her tongue.
He let out a soft hiss of pleasure, feeling the hot dampness there, enveloping it, preparing and hardening him even more, the better to please her with. After a minute or so of cheerful sucking, tongue rolling, and near-throating, he pulled her off, pushing her over onto her back, looming over her, nearly sinister.
"Is this "out there" enough for you, Essie?" He saw her bite her lip, obviously enjoying the manhandling. He reached down, pinning her sucessfully, and with one rub against her slit, thrust into her completely. She let out a great yelp of surprise and pleasure, back arching almost immediately, claws digging into her palms. He cut off her moans with a quick grasp of her throat, applying just the right pressure.
"What...?" he hissed in bliss, "Sorry...can't hear you...with a hand around your throat..." But he did hear her, heard the moans that wanted so badly to escape her tightened throat. He let go when her nails began to dig in, her wetness almost unbearable, and she gasped and heaved for breath. Dimitri then had an idea. He grasped both of her ankles in one claw, raising them up and tossing them over his shoulder, wings enveloping them both in a dark, velvety shroud. There, no legs to get in the way of what they wanted now. He was now able to thrust in to the deepest parts of the mink, who was thouroughly biting his pillow to stifle her loud, high pitched moans. Dimitri dug his claws into her soft behind, grabbing it roughly as he grit his teeth, pulling out at the very last second, spattering her chest and delicate muzzle with come. Ashleigh's eyes were nearly rolled back, her breasts heaving with intake of breath, legs shaking and quivering.
I pulled back and grabbed a box of kleenex from the nightstand drawer, dabbing off her fluffy, now rather sticky, muzzle, but she looked at me with bedroom eyes, and slowly licked me away. I felt my cock give a twitch at that. Was this a dream?
I was still wondering this as she showered in my bathroom, the smell of my soap drifting out from under the door. Where did she come from? What's she like, outside of giving the best head I've ever had? Does she work? Go to school? How old was she?
I flopped back against the bed, wings folded under me. This was certainly the beginning of something.