Romantic Fuck? Chapter 1
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"Don't prick me" -Kali.
A Romantic Fuck? Chapter One
by [Hammerstroke](%5C)
This story is completely fictional, and any resemblances are purely coincidental. It contains adult material--if it is illegal to view such material where you are then hit the back button.
Also: Thorne, Spike, Kali, Cayenne, Paprika, Horne, and Giggles (C)2005 Hammerstroke
Otherwise, enjoy!
Thorne turned off the engine and quietly got out of his car, quietly closed the door and locked it, and quietly tiptoed towards the fence. Fully aware of the consequences of being caught, he opened the wire fenced gate and walked down the path, shutting the gate behind him. Soon the city lights, miles away, were too faint and he had to pause to let his eyes adjust--not long; his wolf eyes were more than capable, but he needed to be sure no one would hear him. He continued down the path, listening to the gentle sounds of waves lapping up the rocky shore, and smiled--quietly.
Off came the leather jacket, same with the boots. Down slid the pants, and off came his over-shirt and tank top. He shivered a little in the post midnight air but continued down the path, clothing in paw, feeling every twig and branch and rock under his paws. Soon the path opened up to reveal the prize: a nice little place dug out by an ancient stream to form a rocky delta whose beach dropped off quickly--very quickly. The water was blacker than the night sky: there was a half moon behind him. Thorne took the clothing and hid it under a rock pile, leaving his knife hidden but within easy reach.
The mirror of a lake seemed frozen, both in time and, Thorne worried, temperature as well. He edged towards the edge and gulped, looking around, but it was with a laugh that he cast away his inhibitions as well as his boxers, and ran in.
HAAA! His lungs emptied before the wolf-dog knew what was happening and he struggled for air, floundering around and making far too much noise for the time of night. He gasped then took in a deep, chilled breath, before slowing his heart rate and soothing his nerves. Soon the shock wore off and Thorne was able to properly enjoy the cool water, and as the water calmed so did his mind. Actually, he thought to himself as he lay on his back, keeping his nude form mostly submerged but not wholly, the water's not too bad, not for this time of night. It certainly wasn't doing wonders for every part of his body, but that was to be expected.
Thorne flipped over and treaded water for a while, enjoying the total silence and the serenity of the water around him, his body the only disturbance for the glassy lake. And miles away from the city, he wasn't worried in the least about being disturbed. Slowly the water relaxed and cleansed his body, soaking his grey fur and moisturizing his mind. Every so often he would take in a breath, only to find that it was rather watery, and he would hack and cough. This would of course make his heart beat a mile a minute but the serene water would always win out and he would relax. Thorne loved this and knew if it was ever taken from him he would be hard pressed to find good reason to live.
Thorne spent a good hour in the water before his fangs began chattering and his legs started feeling slightly numb. He turned and headed for shore, but soon Thorne realized he had forgotten about the current and tide in the lake--miniscule though they were he wasn't anywhere near where he'd bounded in so carelessly. This wouldn't normally matter as the road hugged the lake for a while, and the turn off at the road was clearly marked for miles in both directions, but without his boxers, Thorne didn't want to stroll down the road. He started swimming back, moving more heat to his extremities and stretching his muscles.
He spied the white tank top contrasting against the rocks and crawled out, probing his ears with his claws and shaking his head to try to get the water out--without success. With his ears well and flooded he was hard pressed to hear anything. He shook and got most of the water out of his fur, then moved the rocks out of the way and reached down to grab his black jacket--
Hold on, he thought suddenly, feeling the satin on his leather. Whatever it was wasn't his, and with the water in his nose he couldn't smell himself or anyone else on it. Picking up the offending material he squinted and decided it must be some sort of scarf or shawl. He looked down. There was more clothing lying under those same rocks, covering his outfit.
Someone else was here. He whipped around but there was no one on the beach and he couldn't see any ripples in the water other than those from the breeze. He knocked the rest of the water out of his ears. Hearing returned, he left his clothing and looked up the path. There was nothing out of the ordinary, not from his point of view. Confused, he gave up and was bent over to grab his knife when he heard a giggle.
Thorne stood straight and felt someone press up against his back, and despite the water still clinging to his dark gray fur he was quite sure this someone was just as nude as he was. A supple leg wrapped around his thigh and she pressed herself closer, if it was possible.
Her arms wrapped around his chest, and her chest pressed up against his back. He could feel her nipples, wet with the chilled lake water poking his fur. Her breasts were smooth like her right inner thigh. He lifted his tail up between her legs, brushing her lips and tickling her clit. Smirking, he asked, "Who are you?"
The voice returned, right beside his ear, and responded in a deep, throaty moan, "Kali." She pulled back slightly and rubbed her cunt against the base of his tail. She licked his cheek, and brushed her fangs along his skin. "And you?"
"I'm Thorne."
"Don't prick me!" She let loose a howl before backing away and suddenly a loud splash sprayed Thorne's back with chilled water. He turned around and ran in, thoroughly excited and horny.
Kali still hadn't surfaced, and as the ripples from her watery explosion eddied away he frowned, treading water further and further away from the beach in an effort to reach her. He dipped his head under the surface and tried to see her but the cold water hurt his eyes. He gave up and shook his head only to feel her lips meet his. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his chest. Her breasts squeezed against his pecks; her nipples were hard and pointy in the cold water. Thorne felt his prick growing despite the best efforts of the chilled lake. As they floundered and tried to stay afloat and breathe while kissing they turned and spun in the water, and Thorne desperately tried to hang on to the notion that he was floating slowly from the shore.
Then Kali wrapped her legs around his midsection and he forgot mostly everything else, sensing only the furred warmth coming from her crotch. Left to do all the kicking Thorne slowly returned them to the shoreline. She rubbed her cunt up and down his stomach, while her paws wandered along his body, eventually grabbing his ass and grinding hard against him. He felt his erection press against her thighs and sighed, just as she moaned loudly into the night. Despite the water in Thorne's nose he could smell the lust in the air around them.
They gently rode up onto the shore and Thorne rolled their writhing bodies around so she was backed up against the rocks. "In me," she cooed, her legs pulling his crotch and cock tight against her inner thighs. With a throaty groan Thorne thrust his hips and dugs his rock hard flesh into her soft warm pussy, feeling her pulsing heat.
She moaned and as his crotch pressed up against hers he could feel her juices, staining their respective fur and scenting the air, driving him madder with lust for this gorgeous wolf. He pulled out and pressed in deeper, quickly making a rhythm and sending chills down his spine. Tiny jolts of electricity coursed from his crotch, through his midsection, to the rest of his body. Her warm muscles pulled and squeezed the meat out of him, making him shudder. Blood flowed from his paws and feet to feed their insatiable love making. "More! Deeper!" she moaned. He grunted and plowed ahead, desperate to squeeze as much pleasure out of her as she was squeezing out of him.
"Fuck!" she cried, twisting her nipples and grabbing the rocks beneath her for support. He ground himself into her hips, pushing her slowly up the beach. "Ahh!" She cried, clamping her legs around his hips, holding him there. "Oh, gods, I'm COMING!!!" She spasmed around his meat and arched her back. Thorne kept thrusting, and she cried out with each reaming of her tight pussy.
He felt as if a leather condom was wrapping around his cock, wet and slick and warm to the touch. He grunted and clamped down hard on his muscles, desperate to prolong the pleasure as much as possible. He felt like his cock was about to explode from his body, and as she whined and moaned and cried out Thorne knew the end was near.
"Ahh, I'm gonna--AHH!" she cried out, and orgasmed again, her legs shaking and come dripping from their molded flesh. Thorne threw back his head, howled, and joined her, his own milky white juices shooting into her cunt and spilling out. His vision blurred for half an instant, as he lost sensation in his paws and tail, and as the blood raced from his head to his crotch he felt slightly dizzy at first as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed up along his midsection, eventually spreading out back to his limbs and brain. He exhaled, realizing he'd been holding his breath, and started breathing intensely, holding his arms quite firm to keep from collapsing on her. She looked up at him with a coy smile on her face and giggled at his concentrated look.
As he slowly pulled his member from her body she lifted her paw and traced patterns through his chest fur, ruffling the fur and messing up the slick wet look he'd had. Sweat tricked onto his forehead, the first indication of reality setting in, and then he felt the strain on his arm and leg muscles.
The water lapped up at his heels. Gently reminded of where they were he shivered and looked around for their clothing, spying the pile of rocks and the shimmer of moonlight darting around on his blade. He looked back to the deep blue wolf of whom he'd just had the pleasure. Gentle white fur traced swirling, nearly-hypnotic patterns down her front, with a tuft at the bottom of her neck.
"Tattoos?" he inquired at the swirls and lightning bolts lining her ventral fur. She nodded, a smile on her face. Despite the black night she seemed glowing.
"Yeah, had them done a couple weeks ago. You--"
Sounds of footsteps crunching the dry underbrush cut her off suddenly. Thorne's eyes flared open, and heard her hiss, "Shit!" He rolled off and they scrambled, naked, for their clothing.
"Figures someone would hear us," Thorne muttered, but smirked all the same. He quickly threw on his pants and bundled up the rest, and knife in one paw and clothing in the other he watched and tried to hurry Kali as she struggled with her top.
"Just carry it!" Thorne hissed. Kali looked insulted for a second then decided she had little other choice. Topless and wet the two set off along the beach, looking for another path inland to the road. Thorne heard voices behind them, tough sounding voices. Even if he had his knife, they were still outnumbered, and if the furres had any weapons of their own--"We'd be in a whole great pile of shit if they caught us, then," Thorne reasoned, and they ran slightly faster.
Kali pointed and they nearly dove into the brush, just as flashlight trails bounced down the rocky beach behind them. They waited a few seconds then Kali motioned them along down the path, eventually leading through the brush to the highway. By the time they reached the paving Thorne had on his jacket and boots, and Kali was significantly less topless.
"Good thing you didn't bring high heels," Thorne muttered as the two walked up the highway. She giggled. As they approached the area where they'd parked their cars Thorne realized that there was no way he was walking home. They hid behind a large boulder and spied their cars under scrutiny, a couple of the other furres trying to pick the locks to his GTO.
"If they put even one scratch on that thing, I swear I going to slit--"
Kali pressed her lips to his and kissed, then shook her head. "Shh!"
Thorne grabbed a rock and hucked it down the road--the furres looked and swarmed, six of the seven leaving only one to guard the vehicles. Thorne gave his keys to Kali and motioned to his car, and whispered, "Get in and start the car."
"Can I drive?"
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
"That would be a no, then?"
Thorne shook his head, then got down on all fours and crept up behind the furre as he watched first his car, then hers. Ignoring the horrible and horribly loud country theme the local was humming to himself, Thorne approached, barely aware of Kali behind him, slowly going around the other way.
Thorne stood up straight and growled. The canine furre whirled around and cried out, "What the--" just in time to be kicked in the shins. He dropped and Kali hurried around and unlocked the car door.
Thorne leapt back as the canine tried to kick him. He heard the engine turn over behind him and he leapt over the figure.
A quick entry. Thorne revved the engine and threw it into gear. The canine pulled himself up in time to hear the screech of tires on asphalt and watch the red tail lights fade into the distance.
Thorne felt his heart slow from a race to a gentle trot, panting as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. As the city lights brightened up the night sky ahead he turned and looked at Kali, finding that she was looking back already. She giggled, quietly, causing Thorne to chuckle as well, and soon they were both laughing as the adrenaline flowing within had nowhere to go.
Kali fidgeted and looked out the window. Thorne watched her for a moment but looked away when she noticed him. This is retarded, he mused silently--they'd both shared the same intimate experience and yet he couldn't look her in the face.
"I wonder how upset those hillbillies will be when they found out we got our cars."
"Actually, yours is still there," Thorne corrected, and Kali moaned.
"Damn it!"
Thorne chuckled. "If they destroy your car you can call the police. The car was parked on the road, and as far as I know the road's public property."
"Yeah..." Kali sighed and shook her head.
Another awkward silence.
"So what's your deal?"
Thorne looked over, startled. "What do you mean?"
"Like, who are you? What do you do? Since we've already done the nasty, maybe we should do the rest that should normally come first."
Thorne looked at her. "This isn't just a one time deal?"
"Do you want it to be?" she asked.
He considered. "Well, my name is Thorne. I work for... a security company. I don't often get much of a chance to unwind so when I can I go and dip for a while, just to cool off and think things through." He looked away.
"I have to deal with a lot of pretty si--a lot of stressful stuff in my line of work. Uh, security work," he said again. "Why were you there? I've never seen anyone at that place before."
"Had to meet some friends."
"Great lot of friends to be running away from," he chucked.
"Wasn't them." Now she avoided his gaze, and he wondered if that meant she too wasn't being entirely honest--but who was he to push her?
Once more the cabin was quiet; all the noises were muted save for the hum of the wheels on pavement and the drone of the engine.
"Are you always so nervous around girls?"
"I'm not often around women, actually. Busy schedule. Um, am I still going the right way?" he asked, noticing the suburbs around him and the many turnoffs and intersections.
"I figured I would stay at your place."
"Why?"
"Well, if it's not a problem--I mean, can I, if it's not a problem? My roommate's kind of pissed at me right now. Is it a problem?"
"I guess not. I can sleep on the couch--"
Kali cut him off with a look. "What are you talking about? You forget what we just did?"
"Well, I... I just..." he sputtered.
"Trying to be a gentleman, I'm sure," she whispered, licking his ear. Thorne chuckled and tried to keep his mind on the road.
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