Just Friends: Chapter one
Aranur groaned, his paw clenching painfully around the shot glass that rested on the bar in front of him. The alcohol wasn't doing anything to really improve his mood, but was driving him further into his depression. Their quest had gone sour, and the mysterious coyote "Walks with Wolves" or better known to the group as Max, was still unwilling to show himself.
"Here, try this." And a petite black paw set a glass of clear liquid on the bar in front of him. Startled, Aranur looked up, his golden eyes were transfixed by the creature before him. A silver fox, err, well a Kitsune as they were called here. The Wolf swallowed hard, and found himself unable to look away from her. She had long black hair that was arranged elaborately in braids and coils around her silver tipped, black ears. She had the most startling green eyes he had ever seen, set behind a delicate, narrow muzzle.
She smiled then, baring delicately pointed teeth. Her tails flicked around her legs, (She had three...tails that is) and she ran her hand-like paws down the front of her silken kimono. The silk was royal blue in color, and sported a green dragon on the right and a fiery phoenix on the left. Peeking out of the silk that bound the kimono around her slender waist, was a sword he recognized. A katana, the hilt of it made of carved ivory, carved to resemble a nine-tailed fox in mid-leap.
"Kiyoko?" He asked, the wonder in his voice unmistakable. Kiyoko laughed then, as she pushed the glass of sake closer to him.
"Of course, how many other Kitsune do you know?" she said, as he noticed her fur was silver tipped black, giving her the quality of a living shadow. "Now go on, the sake is warm, it should help."
He took the glass carefully and drained its contents in a single gulp, all the while keeping his gaze on Kiyoko. He had never seen her in this form, as a fox yes, as that huge fox like creature that was death incarnate with a blade in her jaws, yes...but never as this. She seemed even more exotic than he had ever seen her.
"Stop staring, Aranur-san. Mind your manners, silly Fianna." His tribe name sounded even more exotic when she said it, and a shiver ran down his spine, raising the thick guard hairs around the scruff of his neck and along his back. Anyone else saying such a thing would have been an insult, but from her, it had a teasing, caring quality. He swept his gaze back to his glass, as the alcohol made his vision grow fuzzy around the edges of sight. Damn... that stuff was strong.
"Aranur-san? Are you alright?" Kiyoko asked softly as she took a long swallow of an identical glass. Aranur felt his groin tighten at the sound of her voice, and he buried his muzzle in his hands. "This whole mission is a failure. Every time we get close to Max, he slips our grasp."
Kiyoko looked at him for a long moment, her jade colored eyes filled with sympathy. "The Sunset Foxes, what is it you call them? Coyotes? Nuwisha? Are cunning, if he doesn't want to be found, finding him won't be easy. We foxes are sly and quick thinking. we elude traps or spring them with decoys to make you over-confidant." Kiyo paused and finished off her drink.
She raised her paw, and a Corax ambled up towards her, refilling her glass and waited to see if the Fianna wanted any more. "Go ahead and give him another glass full, Cerci, he'll need it." She said, her voice nearly a purr.
Cerci widened his eyes and then winked at her. "If you say so Mitsuke-Sama." The Corax filled the second glance then scurried off towards another customer.
"Well go on, down it goes. You'll feel much better." She said as she quickly finished off her second. She could feel the warmth the alcohol lent her, thankful for this form so that the heat wouldn't show on her cheeks. She turned her gaze to Aranur and was mildly pleased to see the glassy quality his gaze had taken.
"Oh yea... much better." He slurred. "You know... it's a good thing that we're in the type of establishment that we are... or we'd be in trouble right now...." He grinned, the wicked fangs bared in a parody of a lupine smile.
Kiyoko glanced at him questioningly and was immediately rewarded with a full view of the bulge his denim jeans barely concealed. Now she was doubly glad for the fur that covered her face, that hid the rising blush. She was triply glad that her brother wasn't here. A mischievous grin graced her vulpine face, alighting her jade colored eyes. She moved close to him, part of her was shocked at what she was doing, blaming it entirely on the sake. The other part of her said it was about damned time she shrugged off her brother's influence, and get on with her life.
She stood, as with him sitting, they were now of equal height. She leaned forward, and kissed him, her hand slipping down in the concealment of the shadows between them and rubbed at the bulge, making him groan, and kiss her all the harder. His hands slipped around her waist, the cruel black claws piercing through the delicate silk. She reveled in the slight pain they caused, and broke away from Aranur. His eyes were glazed, and they focused on her.
"Why did you stop?" He murmured. Kiyo laughed softly. And grabbed one paw, hauling the Fianna werewolf to his feet, so that he towered nearly three feet over her head.
"Come on, we can hardly continue like this with an audience. Hey Cerci!" The Corax came back, still holding the bottle of Sake.
"Mitsuke-sama?" He asked, one eyebrow raised.
"That back storeroom... still have it?" She asked, remembering her own brother taking others back there several times....
Cerci nodded, then glanced at Aranur. "You'll be wanting it?" He asked as he dug into a pocket of his smock. At Kiyoko's nod, he tossed her the keys, and she caught them deftly. The hungry look had returned to Aranur's eyes as she led him through the back door, out into the snow strewn alley behind the club. She unlocked the heavy steel door and tugged it open, glancing down the alley as she did. She slipped inside, and Aranur ducked his head to follow, pulling the door shut as he did.
The storeroom was warm, for it wasn't a 'storeroom' at all. Blankets and a mattress were piled in a corner, and three darkly shaded lamps lit the room. She walked over to the mattress and pulled it away from the wall a bit and then sat down on it. Aranur watched as She began to untie the silk at her waist. She fumbled with it for a moment, before the silk gave way, and slipped free. She folded the silk with ceremony, laying it on the floor beside the mattress. When she straightened back up, the silken fabric of the kimono itself slipped off of her shoulders, revealing small, but perfectly formed breasts.
She looked up, and for the first time a spark of fear alighted in her jade eyes. "Be gentle Aranur, that is all I ask..."
Clarity graced his gaze and he tilted his head. "First time?" He questioned as he knelt beside her on the mattress. Silently Kiyoko nodded, and closed her eyes as his paw/hand brushed at the soft fur on her face, traced a line with one sharp, black claw down her throat, to trace a circle around one breast. She stifled a gasp as he leaned forward, his tongue rasping against the nipple there. As he lapped at the sensitive peak, he fumbled with his jeans.
After a few frustrating tries he pulled away, but not before giving her a sharp nip with his teeth, leaving Kiyoko breathless as he managed to unbutton his jeans, and pull them down his hips, freeing that member that demanded release. He grasped hold of Kiyo's arm, and pulled her up, she came willingly enough, but she stared at him for a moment, not quite comprehending what he wanted. She glanced at him and that single look conveyed her question. He smiled again, the hunger back into his gaze. "Lick it...." He growled.
She gave him a puzzled glance, but eager to please, did as he said. Her tongue lapped at the tip, licking away the salty drop that had formed there. Aranur reached forward and cupped his hand around the back of her head, forcing her forward. She nearly gagged on his length, as he forced himself into her mouth, before she got the idea and began to move on her own, creating suction and pulling back slowly. It wasn't long before he pushed her away, and then helped her remove the silken garment from her body.
Gently, struggling to control his own urgency, he pushed her back so that she lay against the mattress. Lightly he scraped his claws along her belly, and she felt heat rise within her, a fire that threatened to consume her mind as well as her body. It was when he lowered his head between her legs that the fire expanded to a conflagration that made her cry out a vulpine yelp in both surprise and pleasure. Minutes seemed to drag like hours as he continued, his tongue teasing, rubbing and dipping into her.
Finally he pulled away and dragged her to him. Again the fear tore at her, she didn't know how he could possibly fit inside her, Her claws tore at his chest in sudden panic, when he grabbed both her wrists and pulled them up and over her head with one huge paw.
"Relax, I won't hurt you. You asked that I be gentle, and I will be as gentle as I can. First Time usually involves some pain, there's no escaping that, but if you trust me, I'll definitely make it worth the while...." He growled in her ear. The panic subsided, but the trembling didn't. Gently he worked at the small node there, rubbing at it lightly, putting pressure down. She yelped again in the pleasure that washed over her, the whining keen that issued from her throat made him grin.
Slowly he eased inside, all the while rubbing at that sensitive node, feeling the heat of her body mould itself around him. He felt her barrier after getting about halfway, and he began to work at the node again, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and pressure, all the while making sure that the area was well wet. She gasped and squirmed under him, but his other hand kept her still, pinning her hands/paws over her head, giving her very little leverage. Her back arched, as the pleasure peaked and he surged inside, breaking past the barrier that was inside her.
She yelped in combined pleasure and pain, climaxing as he pushed deep inside. He struggled for control as she came, her body clenching on his in a reflexive action. He held still as the waves eased from her body, and she lay there panting. He eased back and freed himself from her body temporarily, and was startled to watch her sit up and lick the tip of his trembling cock. She took him again into her mouth, the whiskers of her muzzle tickling his thighs. She tasted her own musk and the salty-sweet taste of his sweat. He groaned as she pulled slowly away, and with a violent motion, he pushed her away, and dragged her to him again, this time with her on her knees.
He surged forward, with no hesitation this time, she didn't resist as he buried himself deep, his claws piercing her flesh as he did. She made a soft whimpering sound, as the pleasure and pain once again combined itself, her own claws tearing at the mattress beneath her. He darted forward with his jaw, his teeth grabbing hold of the thick layer of flesh and fur at the nape of her neck, holding her in place as his pace increased in intensity.
Kiyo cried out again as he grabbed hold of her scruff with his teeth, effectively paralyzing her. His movements became more an more frantic and brutal with each thrust, and the keening whine that escaped her throat only seemed to spur him on. the pleasure overshadowed any pain he was causing her, and he was quite sure she would feel every bruise and cut when this was over, but for now she reveled in the animalistic pleasure that spread through her body at his every stroke. He lapped at the blood he drew with his claws, reveling in the heady taste. Without warning, his pleasure climaxed and he surged forward, his claws once again digging into her hips, holding her to him as he came, making sure that she took his seed. He howled out his pleasure and release only to be drowned out by the music within the club. She gasped and yelped her own pleasure and pain, feeling the tremors of pleasure run riotously through her slender frame.
Slowly, quite reluctantly, he pulled away, and lay down on his side. Kiyoko smiled as she curled up in the hollow of his body, feeling quite exhausted, deliciously used, and a little sore, she fell asleep with her head resting on his muscular arm, as his other wrapped itself around her waist.
As she succumbed to slumber, Aranur couldn't help but wonder if this would be a simple one-night-stand or if it could possibly develop into something else....