Wolf's Prey Blurb 1 -- Non-Canon
John released the grip on his fox's
neck and opened his eyes as he eased his hips back. His spent dick slid from
Kyle's hole with a quiet schlorp and he took a moment to wipe the drips off in
his fur before he flopped down beside him. The fox was smiling like he always
was and his amber eyes were staring into the tiger's pair. The fox was the
first to speak up.
"I don't see why you always wipe
the tip off. You're not saving yourself from a mess when you make me cum twice
on the sheets."
John rolled his eyes and turned
fully onto his back. He kept his muzzle pointed at his boyfriend. "It's just a
habit I've got. I always wiped the tip when I first learned to jerk off. Some
guys just flicked their mess off and I found somethin' to wipe mine on. I swear
Mister Tiggles still smells bleachy."
Kyle frowned and wrinkled his
muzzle, his near-perfectly white teeth showing up to his pink gums. "You mean
you...still have your teddy bear?" He held his disgusted look for another half
second before breaking into a giggle fit. His black-gloved fingers fell onto
John's shoulder and gently squeezed. John nodded.
"He's been in the closet for like, eight
ears." His nose twitched a little and he sniffed at his boyfriend's fingers,
growling a bit. "You touched yourself while I was railing you, didn't you?"
That got a theatrical gasp from
Kyle and he shook his head slowly. "Oh, how dare you make that accuse me of
being unfaithful with my right paw!" He grinned then and slowly licked his
lips. "Only to the second shot. I needed something behind my knot. Just a
pinch." His fingers trailed down Kyle's belly and found his warmth. His ring
finger, pinky, and thumb gripped at his foreskin and eased it down while his
other two fingers rubbed down the tiger's slick glans.
"Hey, don't!" John was pushing his
hips into the bed to try to get away from the fox's thin fingers that were teasing
his hypersensitive helmet. Kyle was a
giggling mess again when he re-applied John's hood.
"You need a shower John. Unless you want my
butt funk to give you an infection or something."
"Yeah, just...gimme a minute. I can't
feel my legs right now." He grinned. Kyle crawled closer and rested his head on
John's chest. The tiger's eyes stared at his muzzle and took him in.
For a fox, Kyle was typical. Orange
fur covered his slender muzzle and he had the typical black markings. His
pupils were slits like a real fox's were. His ears were tall and black at the
tips. He smelled like his musk too, but that was mostly from the mess he'd been
made into a few minutes ago. John stretched one of his hands down his orange
back and he grabbed onto one of his ass cheeks, gently parting it to take a
look at the damage done to his backside.
Kyle's hole was never gaping as
wide as he thought he had to be after he pulled out. The fox made a habit out
of kegeling whenever he was bored and moments like this showed it payed off.
John's cock wasn't as thick as his forearm but it wasn't thin and the first
time the two tried to fuck he hadn't managed to get it in. Kyle mumbled a
little and pushed out a dollop of tiger cream that leaked down his perineum and
onto the sheets. John hadn't realized his mouth was open until Kyle's finger
eased past his lips and the taste of fox cock hit his buds.
"You're really cute when you stare.
Like you've never seen a freshly fucked asshole before."
"Shut your face before I stuff my
cock in it."
"If you like teeth, sure, stuff
that nasty thing right on in."
"Urgh...I'm gonna shower. Do me a
favor and change the sheets hon?"
"Sure. Clean that dick so I can
suck it later."
John was still reluctant as he sat
up and stepped into the bathroom. Kyle watched his ass flex while he walked and
his meat swing between his legs, still somewhat inflated from their fun. When
the door closed Kyle thought he heard a rustle outside so he used a finger to
part the blinds and peek through. He didn't see anything but the empty street
of the middle-class neighborhood. He was quick enough to set about the task of
changing the sheets, albeit on legs that were shaky at first.
The tiger didn't bother with a
towel when he got out of the bathroom. He was dry and a little fluffed and his
cock was smaller than it was when he'd entered the bathroom. His foreskin
overhung the tip of his cock about an inch or so. That was something Kyle liked
about him. He liked to tease that overhang until the tiger was stiff. Even then
it still covered his glans completely.
His fox was sitting on the edge of
the bed with a grin plastered over his muzzle. His tongue swept his jowls as he
beckoned the tiger close with a finger. His other hand's fingers were grasping
his cock behind his knot. "Come here, you got one more thing to take care of."