"I Want A Blowjob"
A quickie I wrote because a friend of mine was annoying me for a blowjob. Fetishes include his favorites, so I hope you don't mind.
The bat grinned up at you broadly as he slipped to his knees, pressing his muzzle against your sac and taking a deep breath. "Heh... I like it when you get musky," he murmured softly. You'd just come in from a long walk in the woods near the shop, and the scent of fall leaves and warm sweat mixed perfectly to compliment your natural odor. And taste, he might have noted, as his tongue slipped out and pressed your balls apart slightly, sliding slowly up to the base of your sheath.
His tongue sat there for a moment before he leaned in, nuzzling and caressing that point, kissing and lapping against it. He didn't stop until he felt the tell tale thickening of your sheath, letting him know you were enjoying yourself, at which point his paws started to rub your upper thighs. His grin continued as he licked with the grain of your fur, from the tip of your sheath down. The after taste of urine burned slightly on his tongue, but he didn't mind. He'd let you mark him once, at the start of a long vacation, in the shower of the hotel. He hadn't really minded one way or the other, but your extreme enjoyment of the act--claiming him as yours and yours alone--brought back good memories for him, memories of a nice, hard boning against the wall of the shower, and the feeling of your nose pressing at his neck constantly to check your scent. Either way, he didn't mind.
When your tip began to push further out--further than it normally did, mind you--he rolled your balls in his paw, feeling their weight. He liked how you always seemed to have a full load for him, and as he grinned up at you with yellow, sparkling eyes, his muzzle met the tip of your cock, opening for it and softly sucking the head into his mouth, his sharp tongue sliding down into your sheath.
Your musk hit him almost immediately, and he moaned softly. He loved that, after all. It was always strong--sometimes too strong--but he never complained for fear of losing it when it was perfect. Which was, of course, far more often. He savored the taste of you, his tongue starting to do that 'coiling' trick, where it felt like his muzzle had a snake inside that was determined to squeeze the life out of your cock. He began to suckle, letting his lips tease at you, drag slowly along your cock's flesh as he felt it growing into his maw.
He continued to work your balls until he heard you growl deeply, almost always a sure sign that you were wanting to take control of the situation and fuck his muzzle. His paws slid away, resting on your hips and rubbing, petting you down from your edge as you continued to throb in his mouth, the taste of canine pre shooting across his tongue as you naturally lubricated his mouth. Natural flavoring. He let his tongue continue to dance on your length, moaning around it softly as he tried to let you know how much he was enjoying himself, giving you more and more reasons not to try to take over.... 'Just let me handle it,' his tongue said.
He smiled when he felt your paw stroke along his ear instead of press between then. He loved it when you rubbed his ears, doubly so when he was sucking you off at the same time. His free paw slipped between his legs, and he started to undo his pants. His cock was hard, and he wanted to paw himself off while he worked on you. You'd once teased him about getting trained to just cum from the sucking alone, and every time he'd sucked you after that, he'd been sure to paw himself off. It was another one of those small touches that he knew would add up to a hard orgasm.
He started to pick up speed again as his paw closed around his cock, feeling your length throb to full size in his muzzle. He slowly started to bob, screeing around your length and taking deep, hard breaths of your scent into his lungs. He could deep throat you, and he loved that little whine you made when he did... but he wondered how much longer he could keep you under his little oral spell here. When he bobbed low, his eyes caught your knot forming slightly, and the sudden feeling of your other paw on his head told him what the answer was.
He braced, swallowing down and getting that whine, knowing that you would take control now. He glanced up, looking at your upturned head. You were enjoying yourself. He might get you to howl if he played his cards right.
His paw rubbed at your hips as he swirled and worked his tongue on you again, the gasps coming more and more sharply as you rolled your hips, you cock pushing at his throat each time. He swallowed regularly, barely keeping up as you fucked his muzzle properly. He moaned loudly around your length, feeling his balls pull up as he came onto the floor between your feet. When his scent hit the air, he moaned again--a calculated one--and heard you growl in happy approval. He sucked harder now, gasping around you as saliva leaked from his muzzle. Your fully formed knot poked out either side of his narrow muzzle as you pushed down hard, grunting loudly.
He made his move.
Both of his paws shot up, locking around your knot and squeezing it close to his muzzle, sucking hard and fast as he did. The pressure worked, sending you toppling over the edge and a heavy load right down his gullet. You pulsed again and again, regular spurts that sent heat right down to his belly.
He was surprised when your pulled back, leaving a musky one across his tongue, making him moan loudly again, and then, there was another one across his muzzle and between his eyes. He closed his left eye, looking up at you as it ran down his face, feeling your pets between his ears move--taking the cum and slowly rubbing it into his fur between his eyes. He made a show of moaning for you as you did it.
He looked up and grinned, one eye still closed as your cum worked down his cheek.
"How was that?" he asked.