Nura's Conquest
Nura's belly growled as she stepped out of her building; she rubbed it with one paw absentmindedly as she surveyed the sidewalk. It was getting late in the day, and the passersby were mostly heading home from their jobs, weary and ready to be home. None of them noticed the young vixen watching them, even though she was dressed unseasonably: shorts and a tank top in the early winter chill.
A harried-looking raccoon caught her eye. He was probably in his mid-thirties, wearing a heavy grey wool coat and absorbed in his phone as he walked past. She comfortably matched his stride and fell in beside him.
"Excuse me," she said, and he stopped short to look at her. She gave her biggest smile, opening her eyes wide. They were a delicate sea-green--right now, anyway--and the raccoon found he couldn't look away.
"Hi, cutie." She took his upper arm and gently pulled him out of the way of foot traffic. He came with her without a protest, the hand holding his phone drooping by his side. "Listen, I was just wondering--would you be up for getting a bite together?"
"S-sure," he stuttered, still captivated by her eyes. She snuck his phone out of his unresisting hand, finishing his text message for him while skimming over the conversation. Some thought managed its way into his mind--You don't even know her name--and he dealt with it in the only way that seemed reasonable. "My name--uh, my name is Richard."
"So polite!" She gave him another big smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you; I'm Nura." On her tongue, the name was almost a purr. "I know a great place. It's just around the corner here." She slipped his phone into his coat pocket and took his hand.
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The bar was a few blocks away, down a flight of stairs that Richard would never have noticed if he hadn't been led there. No sign out front, just a name lacquered on the glass of the front window that he'd already managed to forget. They walked through the front room, Nura exchanging companionable nods with the weasel bartender on duty, and into a back room laid out with small, intimate tables. The lighting was low and the menus were short. Richard ordered a burger, and Nura got the steak--"rare, please."
They were sharing a delicate pastry dessert when he realized he couldn't remember any of their conversation. It was all washed out in the lovely taste of the food and the lovely hue of her eyes. But he had to admit he was having a fantastic time. She fed him the final piece of fruit tart and licked the last of the whipped cream off the fork.
"Well, Richard," she said, "I've had a great time. Surely you wouldn't mind walking me home?" He found himself agreeing, and then they were walking out, past the weasel--had she paid? She must have.
Standing in front of what must be her door, she gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and he caught a heady scent of mangoes and apple. She was holding both his hands, and he realized dimly that he'd been hard in his pants ever since dessert.
"I had a great evening," he mumbled, aware as he said it that it was lame, that he was usually much sharper, that he could think better than this.
"Oh, me too," she assured him. "But why end it here? Would you..." She looked up at him through her lashes, for all the world like a nervous prom date. "Would you like to come in?"
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They were already on her bed, she was murmuring gently into his mouth as she kissed him and her hand was doing deft, practiced things in his pants. He had her soft breasts cupped in his hands, her thighs pressing against his naked sides. Had she taken his shirt off? Had he undressed her? She broke their kiss for a moment to fix him with that liquid stare and his worries died unnoticed.
"You have a gorgeous body," she told him, running one hand across his chest. He felt himself blush. He'd been making an extra effort at the gym lately, but he was still not as fit as he'd have liked. But as she tweaked his nipple and pulled his pants down with her teeth, that didn't seem to matter.
As she took his cock in his mouth he let out a helpless moan and thrust involuntarily deeper, pre jetting onto her hungry tongue. She hummed in pleasure and suckled, taking him deeper.
But with him sitting up on the bed and her leaning over to suck his dick, he couldn't reach her, couldn't pleasure her. "Come closer," he gasped out as her surprisingly flexible tongue wrapped around his cock. "I--I want to touch you."
She pulled closer, doing that demure through-the-eyelashes glance again, and his cock throbbed and spat more precum. "I'm a bit shy," she whispered. "I'm not like your average girl."
"I don't care," he said, tugging at the hem of her shorts as her hand worked on his cock, spreading precum and kneading deliciously (god, he was hard--had he ever been so thick before? had his pre ever been so copious? it didn't matter, just so long as she kept doing it). "I want you."
"Oh, I was hoping to hear that." She wriggled out of her shorts and flung them away. "I want you, too."
Rising above her vulva was a thick cock, longer than his. He thought at first it was some sort of toy, partly because of its size--how had she kept it hidden in those shorts? But as he stared it twitched and a pearly drop of pre spat from its head and rolled down its long shaft, and he felt his cock respond in kind, oozing out another splatter of pre that lubed up her hand as she grabbed and tugged.
"I'm special, Richard," she told him, bringing one of his hands to the base of her dick so he could feel where it met her groin, feel the dripping heat of her cunt beneath. "Not just like this. I want you, Richard, I want to eat you, but you have to let me. You have to want me. Say you want it, say you want me."
She fixed him with a bold, direct stare, and her eyes were pale and he couldn't think of anything but how good it felt to have her hands wrapped around his throbbing cock and how it might taste to lap up the liquid flowing from her pussy, all the way up to the pre spilling from her dick. He couldn't think of anything but tasting her, letting her taste him, of pumping cum into her until she cried out. "I want you," he managed with a tongue that felt strangely stiff, leaden. "I want--I want you to eat me. I want you."
"Oh good," she said, quiet, almost a breath, and then "Oh god," and he felt her cock and his cock twitch and spasm together, looked down to see them both begin, impossibly, to grow, until her cock was pointing at his muzzle and he leaned down and sucked the tip into his mouth and her pre tasted perfect, thick and rich, he wanted more. His fingers diving into her pussy as she cried out again and her cock throbbed and spat and grew in his mouth, his free hand down to his own cock, thicker than a soda can now and still growing, and growing. He thought she must be cumming in his mouth but he pulled away and she kept going, a torrent of pre spilling across his muzzle.
He felt dizzy, almost high. She had one hand around her own cock, apparently locked in some ecstatic throe, and the other in her muzzle, biting down on it and whimpering. He blinked and tried to clear his head and noticed that his own cock was bumping against his bare chest, and hers was nearly past his head. The room stank of sex.
"Aaah," she gasped, and her huge dick splattered pre across them both, they were covered, dripping. Both her hands on his cock now and pumping away.
"I need you to suck my cock," she whimpered, and what could he do but comply? But as he leaned forward towards the drooling head she grabbed him and pulled, and he found--another impossibility--that her cock was wrapped around his muzzle.
"Oh god, you taste so good," she groaned, and her cock spasmed and drew him in deeper. His own dick throbbed in time with hers, its growth apparently halted for now even though her cock never stopped growing.
"Thank you, Richard," she gasped as her cock pulled him inexorably further in, his vision dark now. His head wrapped in wet, gentle warmth. (He wondered why he didn't seem to be having trouble breathing, but then their cocks gave another throb and he slid deeper and felt nothing for a moment but pleasure.)
Her hands were on his chest, gentle claws running across, and then she was tweaking his nipples, which had never felt so sensitive, so hot. She pawed him the way he'd pawed her not long ago and he felt his small, burgeoning breasts in her hands. He was in her up to his collarbone now.
She gave a cry that trailed into a moan and he was deeper, up to his waist now in gripping, cradling warmth. He could feel her hands and mouth on his cock. Everything was tight and slick and heavenly, he couldn't stop thrusting his hips, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, it felt like she was sucking him down to his balls. He groaned, or thought he groaned, and unloaded into her tight throat, jet after jet after jet of cum--it felt like an hour.
By the time he was aware of his orgasm ceasing, he was aware of little else. He was warm, and safe, and his cock throbbed relentlessly, though he couldn't see it. In fact, he couldn't see anything. But he felt so good, and he humped contentedly against the walls of his home and felt his orgasm rise again.
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Nura licked a stray smear of cum from her cheek as she rubbed the bulge of her belly. Her cock, now reaching just past her ears, drooled constantly, but she ignored it in favor of two fingers working in her pussy. She gasped and quivered as she clenched around her fingers and came. Her dick still dripped and drooled as she lay down. It was always hard to sleep when she was full--both her cock and her belly were heavy distractions--but there was no better way to pass the time.
"See you in the morning, Richard," she whispered as she flicked off the light.