Pt I, Deception and Descent
Alright ya'll, this is my first actual story that I've written, so be kind, and give plenty of feedback :P And in case you dont know, this story, and the following series are based on an RP that my former Mistress, and current Mate and I did almost a year ago. We didnt get very far.. actually stopping where this one ends. So I thought that I would... finish.. our story...
Enjoy..
Ch. 1
Shivering from the cold, Mike found himself unable to hold back a rather intense shiver as his feet paws crunched through the slowly piling snow. Like powdered sugar sprinkled over an after dinner treat, the snow fell unto the sidewalk, first melting and turning the light grey cement a dark and gloomy shade. The snow peppered the cement, slowly building until there was enough that the young Doberman's claws no longer gave off a dull tapping noise as they hit the sidewalk with each step. Dressed only in a dark blue hooded sweatshirt, stained almost black by the frozen water that floated down from the sky, with a thin t-shirt underneath, and a pair of slightly torn and worn jeans, the young canine was in no way dressed for the bone chillingly cold weather that had struck in these past few days... Hanging his head slightly, his tall ears laid themselves back slightly towards his head, as his arms clutched each other, hugging themselves close to his stomach. He wanted to stop walking for a while, sit down maybe, and rest a bit. But there were no spots to do so, and he knew that, despite his wishes, he would be warmer if he kept moving. Another thought crossed his mind as he whimpered softly, a soft, freezing breeze finding its way past his hoodie's warm defenses, and settled into him. He had no where to go...
Raising his head, Mike looked up to the star filled night sky, and to the full moon, which seemed to hang in the air, unmoving, trying to perpetuate the cold night air until the sun could rise to take it's place. He wished that he could be able to go back, and undo the ‘mistake' that had rendered him homeless, broke and hungry...
His mother and father had both made it clear to him that he would be moving out soon after he turned 18. Granted, that would have been the summer when he should have gone off to college, but they still ranted about how he needed to become independent of them at some point in time. Plans, however, almost never go how we plan them, and this plan would be no different. A week ago, his father had found the one thing that Mike dreaded him finding. A collection of gay and bi ‘based' adult magazines. The neighbors that day had actually called the police; unknowingly thinking that his father's roaring shouts was some sort of spousal abuse. After he had explained to the police that he didn't beat or abuse his wife, but had found his son's porn stash, Mike's father turned his rage, once again, towards his son... When Mike had walked through the door that day, before he could even set his book bag on the floor, his father was upon the young canine. Spittle flew his muzzle, and veins popped from his skin, the short, black fur that was characteristic of their breed of canine showing the veins quite clearly. The neighbors ignored him this time, explained by the police that he had found pornography in his son's room. Wincing at the muffled, yet audible roars of anger, they shook their heads, pitying the poor Doberman who had to suffer his father's wrath.
So, he was promptly kicked to the curb, his cell phone disabled, his laptop worthless without a charging cord or internet, he had left his only means of communication with the world outside of his control behind, storming out of the house taking only the clothes he had on him at the time. Bad idea, retard, Mike thought to himself as he shivered again. The snapshot of his mother sitting on the couch, crying and praying for her son's soul, and his spot in heaven as he and his father competed for volume, before storming out, forgetting his shoes in his almost blinding emotional pain and rage, was the last memory of his previous life.
Now... Now, there was nothing. Shaking his head again, he passed under a street light, an orange-ish yellow light creating a wide circle that provided a sliver of heat. As his ear perked up at the sound of his claws tapping against the cement walkway, the snow having melted near the center, a puff of smoke streamed from his nostrils, his breath condensing and nearly freezing as it hit the cold night air. The sound of his claws startled him slightly, making him think that he was being followed or something of the like.
The streets, however, were completely dead. Much like the walkways lining both sides of the black, asphalt river, the cold had driven away everyone... Except him... Laying his ears back against his head again, the young canine attempted to hold everything as close to himself as possible, blocking out the cold. His attempt failed miserably as another cold breeze crept its way into his body. His mind, however, was wiped clear of thoughts of his past and the cold as his tall ears perked up once again. The familiar sound of a car crept u on him from behind, before zipping by him, creating a strong gust of freezing air, making him shiver again. Growling softly in a form of retaliation against both the car and the wind, he continued to walk on as he watched the car slow to a halt as it came to a 4-way intersection, turning right, as if to intercept the young Doberman as he came upon the street, but continued on. Shaking his head at his thoughts of being followed, he pressed on, in search of something. Anything...
The low purring sound of a car began to creep up on him from behind once again, the white glow of headlights illuminating Mike's back, and shining his way, stretching his shadow out like taffy as he walked. Again growling softly to himself, the young male ignored the car. After a few moments, it began to become clear to him that he was indeed being followed. His pace increased slightly, the smoky puffs of air rushing from his nose coming at a some what higher tempo than before. The white orbs of the cars headlights grew, indicating that it was getting closer. Expecting the worst, perhaps a murderer with an accomplice at the wheel, or perhaps a small bunch of gang members patrolling their territory. Thinking to himself that he was too old, and perhaps even too strong to be afraid of some perverted old fur looking for a quick fuck before killing the victim, his mind began to focus on the second option. Expecting to hear the clicking of hand guns and submachine guns being cocked, he had to stop himself from jumping when he heard the noise...
Ch. 2
His heart pounding, the Doberman clenched his teeth, waiting for the cacophony of multiple guns going off. Realizing that the noise he had just heard was the sound of a car's window being rolled down. "What are you doing out so late, pup?" came a voice from inside the car. Turning his head to look, he could not see where the voice came from, the other window obviously tinted enough that it blocked out the light. His mind began to race as he heard the voice though, as his eyes darted from both the black abyss that had seemed to call to him, and then to the car. He recognized the model almost immediately. Not only from the shape of the chassis, but from the small, silver, shining jaguar that was held in place on the front end of the limo, poised as if leaping off of the hood to pounce on an unsuspecting prey below. The voice, however, erased his mind of all other thoughts besides that. It was obviously female, the higher pitched voice quality of the fairer sex quite evident in the sound. Her, he assumed, voice seemed to almost warm him with its sound, the sultry, seductive tone that seemed unintentional, as if it were forever with her when she talked, and he felt his crotch began to tingle very slightly. His left ear flicked nervously as he finally answered her question. "My dad kicked me out, ma'am." His eyes looked down slightly as he saw the end of a black scaled serpentine tail move in the shadows of the car. His legs had never thought to stop, and when they passed under another street light, he saw a glimpse of what he thought to be the head of some sort of reptilian head, and what looked to be sharp, predatorily bred fangs glint sharply in the artificial light, exposed only by a slightly open smirk that had crossed the mouth of the female.
"Now that just isn't very nice," her voice replied as the car began to slow, and Mike, as if moved by some unseen force, slowed with it... "Bittermen, stop for a moment and let this poor puppy in." she said, as he imagined what she was doing. His short, almost stubby tail began to wag slowly as his wet, freezing cold footpaws were finally given a rest. Exhaling softly, another cloud of smoke wafting from his nose, Mike held his arms close to him again, though not as much now, her warm voice, and the comfortably warm air drifting form the heated insides of the car warming his body a little. "Would you like a place to stay for tonight, boy? Perhaps a warm meal?" she asked.
Now, Mike was, as was most of his breed, quite fit and kind of athletically built. Standing at almost 6'7", not including the height of his tall, alert ears, he would have been considered "tall" for his age by most other species, and granted he was only 17, this height was normal among his breed. His muscles were well built, clearly defined, and though hidden underneath his clothes, the lack of bagginess displayed by his hoodie testifying to that fact. Despite of this, when the young canine heard her call him a ‘boy,' he felt as if he was back in elementary school, being cooed by a female teacher. Nodding slightly, he pushed those invading thoughts out of his head, replacing them with the thoughts of a warm, soft bed and a deliciously full stomach. He smiled a tiny bit as he replied, "Yes ma'am." The note of excitement in his voice showing a little as he wagged his tail quicker. Seeing the door open slowly, Mike waited until it was opened all the way before ducking his head and sliding into the warm and apparently, to his excited surprise, plush, and leather covered, like his grandfather's old recliner... Still unable to see his new acquaintance, her form, except for the serpentine tail that twitched slightly every now and again. A series of small, curved, silver spikes ran from the end of the perpetually moving limb, up about a foot, stopping there, seeming to bend with the tail as it curled and moved around, and giving it a feline sense...
"I'm Mike... Mike Blakglen." he said, his voice carrying abit of nervousness along the low, masculine sounding tone. He thought it would have been rude to just take from this female without her at least knowing his name. He was rewarded, which was an odd thought for him to think, but he thought it none the less, by her reply, "A pleasure to meet you, Mike. My full name is Lithargia d'Alorn Frangmir Coalange Bahamat Chaos." His heart seemed to jump up and lodge itself in his throat as he heard her name. The next words he murmured out escaped before he could stop himself,
"That's a very beautiful name, ma'am." Answered with soft, almost cold laughter, he cursed himself for sounding like a freshman in high school with a crush on a popular senior. "Why thank you, I'm quite fond of it myself." Fighting back a gentle blush, Mike smiled, as his window was rolled up, and the miles seemed to melt away like wax held close to a candle's flame...
Most of the ride was filled with a slightly awkward silence, at least, awkward for Mike. Maybe it was just his imagination, but, he could almost feel her eyes, hidden by the darkness, wandering all over him, as if she were at a market, inspecting a ripened fruit or a piece of meat for any flaws or specific qualities that would tilt her decision one way or the other. He suddenly found himself blushing as he thought of what she could be thinking. Trying to disperse the heat that he felt rising to his cheeks, he attempted to engage her in some mindless small talk. "So, What.. wh-.. Where do you live?" he asked, finally managing to blurt out words that formed a reasonable sentence...
Almost 15 minutes passed before the car came to a slow stop, the braking tires crunching the inch of snow that had piled up while they rode. Holding back a soft whine that would have escaped his throat, he looked out of the window, his eyes growing wide as he saw where he would be staying for the night.
Her house, if it could be called that, was built like a mansion, which might have been a better term for it. Its sides were painted in a thick, midnight blue paint, the trimmings being a piercingly white color that seemed to almost give off a pulsing glow. The thoughts of leaving this warm, comfy sanctuary to jump back into the freezing, snow covered world disappeared as he opened the car's door. The cold air caressed his cheek in a soft breeze, and stung the insides of his nose as he inhaled. Out of the corner of his eye, the young Doberman saw a black wolf, dressed in what looked to be a chauffer's uniform opening the door for his new acquaintance. She was already around to his side of the car's outside, before he turned his head to look.
Ch. 3
Mike's eyes widened as he saw her, and he swore he heard a light crunching as if his lower jaw, which was hanging agape, hit the snow covered pavement below. The first thing that he noticed of his ‘rescuer' was what she was wearing, before noticing what she actually looked like... An elegant, ankle length pitch black dress that was cut, up one side to reveal a snow white flesh covered leg, that slowly changed and blended with the onyx colored scaled draconic foot that started from the knee and went down. Her lithe, yet supple frame formed to the dress that covered it, every inch of the velvety black fabric clinging to her form, showing off every curve on her body, while still retaining the appearance of a classy and almost formal professionalism. Behind her, twitching softly ever so often in the cold, falling snow, a pair of large, silverish blue draconic wings laid unfurled against her back, the thin, yet strong looking spines that supported her wings tinted silvery grey. A sly smile, full of an almost lustful mischievousness crossed her face as she saw the Doberman's reaction, as a soft pinkish tint graced her cheeks. Lithargia moved a lock of deep, dark red hair away from her human face, and behind he ear, before walking towards him, and using a single finger, placed it under his chin, and giggled almost teasingly as she closed his muzzle for him. "Let's keep the drooling for dinner time, shall we?" she asked, laughing at her little joke. The laugh, as it was before, was sweet and sultry sounding, and yet, had a cold, almost harsh side to it. As she walked away, he could have sworn that he saw steam rising from where she has stepped, the snow melting ever so slightly around her draconic clawed feet. Chuckling softly, Mike followed the part dragoness, part human female into the enormous house, his eyes drawn and glued to the almost hypnotic, subtle, and sensual swaying of the female's rear. Jerking his eyes away, the young Doberman gasped once again at what he saw.
As the large doors that led into the mansion were opened, Mike found himself gawking at the enormous hall that filled the main foyer of the gargantuan house. Leading down this enormous hallway, there was a black, velvet carpet that ran like the red carpet at Emmy shows or whatever they were called. The long black strip of carpet went up the stairs at the end of the hallway, and appeared to go up the pair of flights of stairs that sat parallel to each other on the landing for the first set of stairs. A black marble tile covered the rest of the floor, with flicks and streaks and veins of various shades and hues of white and red. The walls were made of a white marble, which looked to be completely pure white, save for a gold vein running here and there, popping up randomly on the vast, white expanse.
A loud, shrill whistling sound burst through the silence of the enormous room, piercing the Doberman's ears almost painfully as it left a ringing sensation in his sensitive ears. Almost about to snap at Lithargia for the painful noise, he stopped as his head tilted slightly to the left. A female avian being came up in front of the dragoness, and breathing heavily, panted out, "Y-Yes Mistress?"
"Show my guest to his room, if you would, please," Lithargia said as she walked towards the stairs, and going up the second set of stairs to the right, while the avian began to lead Mike up the second set of stairs, but to the left. As the Doberman walked with the second female, the awkward silence that filled the air almost seemed to be suffocating. His eyes wandered over the bird's body, as if inspecting her. She seemed to be some sort of parrot, with crimson red feathers over her body, and bright, flashy colored wings. Her yellow beak clicked nervously as she led the canine, who was almost a foot and a half taller than her down a wide hallway, lined with suits of medieval armor, each containing its own separate shape and design.
"So... Do you work for Miss... Um, Chaos?" Mike asked, his mind racing to remember her name as he tried to break the awkward silence that had befallen the space between him and the female parrot that led him through the silent hall. The only sound, before she answered, was the sound of both his wet claws on his foot paws, and her talons making muffled scraping noises against the black carpeted strip of floor.
"Y-You could say th-that, y-young sir." The female chattered nervously at him, her beak clicking softly as she spoke the unvoiced consonants, making them gain a sort of metallic, sharp sound. Wondering what she had meant by that, he noticed a silhouetted shape on the parrot's back, raised above the skin, yet hidden by the feathers. Shaking his head, he noticed she said nothing more about the subject, so he decided not to press it either.
Finally, they came to a set of ornately fashioned oak doors that had been stained a deep red color, as if it had drenched with blood and left to set. Fighting back an urge to back away from the eerily red pair of doors, the little parrot in front of him clicked softly, "Here is y-your room, y-young sir." Peering into the room, his eyebrows went up slightly in surprise. Expecting a small guest room, he was quite surprised when what he found was quite the opposite. A roaring fireplace sat against the far wall, and in front of it, two plush leather recliner looking chairs sat facing the fire place. A tall, expansive wardrobe closet sat next to a wide dresser. On the corresponding wall, in between two towering panes of glass that serve as windows, sat a four poster bed, with the translucent draping of silk over the edges and all. And the wall nest to that was blank save for a door that no doubt led into a bathroom. His thoughts of that were confirmed when his parrot companion walked him over to it, and opened, revealing what Mike would have thought to be a master bathroom of the most luxurious estate. Obviously proven wrong, his ear flicked curiously as he meandered into the bathroom, gazing around at the shower, Jacuzzi/bath tub, an enormous sink amidst an expansive countertop, and fluffy black towels that were hung decoratively over the shower's glass door. A soft clicking behind him made his ear flick again as he turned his head. "Th-The Mistress would like to request that y-you bathe before joining her for dinner, y-young, sir..."
"O-Oh, of course." Mike said, as he began to tug off the wet, darkened cotton hoodie. Underneath, was an almost skin tight white t-shirt that was tight enough to show off each muscle in his chest without revealing the true show. His body was muscular, true, but unlike most other muscle bound furs, the young Doberman still maintained a sleek, almost lean look along with his physique, his waist and middle thinned slightly more than his chest. His arms were thick with muscle, and the damp white cotton clung to his upper biceps. The parrot clicked nervously, as she blushed at the site of his muscular build.
"I should go th-then," she said, blushing as she turned and hurried out of the door, closing it behind her. Chuckling softly, Mike shook his head, a soft, warm smile spread across his muzzle. She seemed alright, he thought, as he peeled off his t-shirt. The jeans were the next to go, revealing a pair of legs that were in as good of shape, naturally, as the rest of his body was. Walking over to the large Jacuzzi styled tub, he looked around for some sort of faucet. Finding one, he smiled again as he held a paw under it, before letting the water run. As it hit a temperature that he approved of, he nodded unconsciously, before letting the tub begin to slowly fill. Waiting until it was almost half way filled, the young canine trotted back over to the door to the bathroom, before locking it. Walking back, his ears suddenly laid themselves back flat against his head as he saw that the water had shut off itself off. ...The water must have triggered some sort of motion sensor, or something...
Shaking out the eerie silence that had fallen over the bathroom, Mike watched for a moment as steam rose from the still, calm water in the tub. He smiled softly as he pulled down his boxers, tossing them onto the pile of clothing that he had made. Raising a leg, he swung it over the rim of the tub, and let out a content sigh as he felt the water's almost searing warmth envelope the sinking limb. He had always liked bathing in water hot enough to make others shrink away. The heated water always seemed to make him feel clean, at least, cleaner than he would with cooler water. Smiling widely, the Doberman pulled his other foot in, having to make an effort not to moan a little as he submersed himself up to his chest. Grinning, his sharp, predatorily designed teeth held shut in what others would view as an almost scary grin, he chuckled softly as he arms spread themselves on the edge of the tub as he sat down on the Jacuzzi's bench, and his head leaning back to rest itself on the tub's lip as he let his sore and weary body rest for just a moment.
Ch. 4
Jolting his head back up as he heard the door, or some such noise; he realized he must have fallen asleep. Realizing that he had been in there for at least ten minutes, he grumbled to himself as his mind fought itself over weither or not to leave the warmth and comfort of the water, or to stay and sleep a little more. He might as well leave, he thought to himself, as his mind wandered aimlessly for abit. He did have some incentive, after all, that human female waiting for him downstairs or wherever the dining hall was located in the vast mansion. His mind suddenly found its path to wander down, focusing on his new acquaintance. Closing his eyes a bit, he smiled once again as he sank into the water once more. Unbeknownst to him, his sheath's slit began to slowly part, the pointed tip of his canine-hood rising slowly in the water's depths. Slowly it grew, thickening as it sprouted from his loins, like a video of a tree growing from a tiny bud in the soil played in super fast forward. Finally stopping just short of 10 inches long, and just at an inch and ¾ of an inch thick, it would have been a surprise to those who had seen it before why this young Doberman would act almost quietly and timidly as he often did. Looking down at his waist as he felt something between his legs pulsing gently with his heartbeat, Mike smiled softly as he spotted his member churning the water gently as its pulsing propelled it in tiny circles in the water's warm depths.
Startled as he heard the lock click open, and the door slowly opening, Mike, without thinking, jolted up, standing up quickly, and exposing his naked form to whomever decided to cross into the bathroom. His body froze in a mix of fear and embarrassment and fear, like a feral deer's eyes locked into an oncoming car's headlights, as he saw Lithargia. The soft, yet almost cold smile that seemed to hide much more than it would ever tell, had graced her face as she looked inwards, but died suddenly as she saw his naked form, replaced almost immediately by a slight blush that caressed her pale, white cheeks with soft hints of a rosy pink, with her eyebrows raising in slight surprise. "Oh my..." she said, as Mike feared that he had upset or offended her, he was still unable to move, as if held still by a spell of some sort. Her gaze washed over him, before her smile returned, this time bearing a hint of mischievousness hidden deep in her evil, toothy grin.
...Hmmm... He's even better than I thought he would be...Finally able to move again, Mike shrank back down into the hot water, and laid his ear back in a mix of shame and embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am." He stuttered out, as he moved back away from the center of the tub where he had stood up, moving towards the edge where he had sat before. Sitting himself down, he found himself facing away from the female, his ears laid back, as if glued to his head.
"Oh no, my dear little doberman..." came the reply, followed by the soft, quiet sound of clothing dropping unto the floor, "I had intended to join you, should you permit me such a liberty." A sly smile crossed her face as she saw Mike's ears pop back up strait and tall, clinging to every word that she spoke. His open muzzle tried to speak, his blank mind drawing to that, some difficulty, especially as he felt a slender finger draw its tip across his broad shoulders, making him shiver gently in some sort of instinctual pleasure.
One of her wings twitched softly as she stepped into the tub with him, a soft moan escaping her lips as the heat warmed her lithe framed body. Resisting the urge to blush, Mike looked up to see the female kneeling in front of him. His eyes were filled with surprise as her hands found their way unto his muscled thighs, slowly moving up. Her eyes stared directly back into his, filled with a sense of a lustful, mischievous grin, as one of her hands found its goal, moving in-between his legs. With her fingers slowly wrapping themselves around the base of his now throbbing hard cock, Lithargia leaned in close to his canine muzzle, nibbling playfully on his wet, cold, black nose playfully as her hand began to slowly pump up and down. Her tail raised itself away from the floor of the tub, the tip peeking out of the surface of the water, like the periscope of a submarine as her wings twitching softly with the subtle, hinting giggle that she let sneak out from her lust filled smile.
All the while, the young canine sat there, dumbfounded as he watched the woman who had "rescued" him from the streets for the night knelt between his legs, massaging his long, throbbing member. His paws, which had stretched their respective arms out across the lips of the tub, had begun to grip the edge of the tub tightly as he growled softly from the immense pleasure. As her free hand went under and between his legs, drawing the tip of her finger across his tailhole for but a moment before cupping his now throbbing, pulsing testicles, smirking softly as she rolled them in her hand, massaging the aching orbs. Giving the doberman a naughty little wink, Lithargia slowly dipped her head under the water. As soon as his head had begun to tilt itself slowly to the right, a canine's body language for puzzlement, his eyes shot open wide, before rolling back a little into his head, as he gave a shuddering moan. His mouth hung open lazily as he panted softly, feeling a tongue licking very slowly upwards along the length of his length, before being enveloped in a tight, warm, and slick, wet hole. Groaning out a medley of sounds of pleasure, the young canine panted even harder as he felt and saw Lithargia's head begin to bob slowly up and down. Her mouth only descended down halfway along his cock, her tongue expertly writhing around his underside, while her hand pumped along with her head's bobbing. Soft sounds of splashing filled the room, along with Mike's gentle growling and panting, before a louder splash, the human female rising from the water, licking her lips slowly and lustfully. Chuckling softly, Mike muttered out a soft, "Thanks, that was... g-great!" he finally finished, smiling as her wings slowly stirred the water.
"Oh no... Thank you, Mike." she said, slowly moving her hands from his crotch to his chiseled abdominal muscles, unhurriedly gliding up his body, as if taking some sort of pleasure from the feel of his muscles covered by the short, smooth fur that covered his entire body. A soft, purring like sound escaped Lithargia's mouth as she smiled warmly at him, before, in one quick movement, straddled his slightly spread legs.
Chuckling almost nervously, Mike tilted his muzzle up slightly to look into the female's eyes, smiling a little. As Lithargia laid her wrists on his shoulders, her hands drooped limply over them, slowly scratching his back's smooth fur almost absent mindedly, she ground her hips against his waist, the resulting action, though un intentionally, causing her sex's wet lips to spread around the wide girth of his cock.
Mike moved his hips up slightly to meet hers, causing, though unintentionally, Lithargia to moan softly. Smiling at her reaction, he leaned forwards a bit, his muzzle closing softly, around his wide canine tongue, before licking her nose, as if to let her know he was ready. His ears laid back in surprise and he watched her return the lick with a passionate, heated kiss, her tongue pressing against his lips, demanding entrance. Letting her in, the young canine smiled softly as his tongue played with hers, intertwining and rolling over each other, his paws releasing their grip of the tub's rim, placing themselves ever so gently on her hips. Her skin felt so soft and warm to his paw pads, and as his tail began to churn the water slowly, wagging happily at his situation, his paws slowly stroked her sides, up and down.
As if silently tell him that was enough and it was time to get down to why she had came, she broke the kiss, her lust filled eyes and wicked grin telling him all that he needed to hear. Moving slowly forwards, sliding along his cock's length, she pushed her flat, hairless abdomen against his, reveling in the feel of her body pressed against his smooth, dark colored fur covered muscles. Sliding up, she went until she was no longer spread along his length, her moist sex poised only centimeters over the tip, which now quivered excitedly, pointed strait up in the water. He felt harder than he had ever gotten when he was by himself, and as she let herself float down unto him, which had it's footpaw planted firmly on the Jacuzzi's floor, began to bounce, as a puppy's would if you scratched that certain sweet spot on his belly. Giggling as she felt the muscled limb spring up slightly, again and again, Lithargia closed her eyes and let gravity do its thing. Being slowly spread apart by his rounded, yet pointed tip, her smile disappeared as he mouth slowly opened to let out a moan filled with pure ecstasy and pleasure.
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It had been a very long time since Lithargia had taken a man this big and felt this good before...Oh yeah, pup... You're defiantly a keeper, she thought to herself as she finally came to rest on his crotch, his cock now buried inside of her. Pressing ever so pleasurably against her cervix, his cock had filled her as far as it would go, almost reducing the canine in front of her to a puddle of happy puppy goo. She felt every single bump, every ridge, every throbbing vein pressing against her tight walls; a sense of being pleasurably filled consumed her, as she listened to his soft, almost rhythmic panting. Smiling warmly towards her newest lover, the human female began to slowly push herself up, almost letting a small whimper escape her lips as she felt his cock slowly exiting her. As his cock's head was just about to exit, Lithargia giggled softly, as she felt his paws grip her waist, holding her firmly, and yet gently. Her giggles were cut short as she moaned once again, louder this time as she bit down on her lower lip to keep her true volume from sounding out. His member sinking into her body again, hilting inside of her, his paws playing the part of fuel for her descent. Slowly, but steadily, the pair of them began a continuous and almost circular motion, her legs pressing her against his chiseled, sculpted body, his short, smooth, velvet like fur rubbing her most sensitive spots, before he pulled her back down unto his girth.
Covered in a gleam of sweat from the heat and stem of the pool of water, but mostly from their lust filled actions, Lithargia began to pant along with her lover as their momentum slowly but surely gained, gradually speeding them up until Mike was thrusting back up to meet her very downward motion.
Suddenly, Lithargia stopped; gasping as the canine below her seemed not to notice, thrusting continuously up into her. A feeling of a volcano slowly building pressure underneath a rock cover, before it suddenly exploded, her back arching uncontrollably, a slightly strangled gasp all that was able to escape her mouth as she trembled for a second, a nerve racking climax shattering the cold, controlled demeanor she had been wearing, as her soft weak moans turned into near screams and cries of lust and bliss blending together to form a sweet melody that filled the Doberman's tall ears.
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Feeling the walls of the already tremendously tight female clamp down on him, her fluids flooding his cock, before mixing with the steaming water, clouding it gradually. As soon as she did so, his knot began to swell, ramming against her tight sex with every upwards thrust. Growling softly from the immense pleasure that flowed through him, he almost yelped when he felt her reach under his knot, gently pinching the sheath underneath that large bulge. It wasn't too long before the canine was trembling softly, trying to hold back his own climax, but as the female grinned at him evilly, her hand began to stroke the knot softly, before wrapping itself loosely around it. It was enough to send him over the edge. His leg bouncing again, his cock's tip shot out his sperm like someone had knocked the top off of a fire hydrant. Lithargia grinned softly before gasping in surprise as he came inside of her, the cum spraying inside of her triggered something, and she came with him, clamping down on his cock once again. A howl filled her ears as he leaned his head back, instinctually crying out in a canine fashion as she cried out herself, passion and bliss melting together as their motions began to slow, the female collapsing weakly against his chest.
Ch 5
It was a while before either of them moved at all. As she regained consiousness, Lithargia slowly grew slowly that she was laying on something soft and furry. One of her arms laying between her and the furry thing, she moaned quietly, and placed her other hand on the thing's chest. As she opened one eye slightly, she grew aware of someone holding her, a thick, muscled arm wrapped loosely around her back, and another around her waist. Her hand rubbing slowly, she gasped in surprise as the thing's chest began to rise. Her eyes opening a little more, her hearing came into play, finally hearing a slow, deep rumbling growling sound coming from where she rested her head on. Seeing a mix of rusty brown and pure black, the memory of what had transpired suddenly rushed back to her.
As Mike breathed again, his muscled chest rising and falling, she looked up, a wide smile on her face as she recollected her recent experience. It had been better than she had ever remembered someone giving her, and for a moment, she wished for this moment never to end. His still half hard length pulsed comfortably, still inside her. Letting her head rest its side on his chest again, she rubbed softly, loving the feeling of his short, smooth fur rubbing her cheek. Her next sigh of satisfied bliss reached one of Mike's ears, making it flick softly. Giggling as she watched the tall, specially bred ear twitch, the thought of what she really was going to do with her new lover. Her smile disappeared. It was quite possible that she wouldn't get another moment like this again, after tonight, and as much as she wished he would last, maybe even make it to tomorrow, she knew that he probably wouldn't. They rarely ever did, and if they did, they were never as much fun afterwards.
Sighing softly, she wiggled out of his arms, trying not to disturb him as he slept gently, and slipped out of the Jacuzzi. Looking back to the canine, she tapped his nose, bringing him to that same state of half consciousness that she had occupied only minutes ago. "Don't be late for dinner, boy."
"Mmhm..." was her only answer, as a wide smile spread slowly across his muzzle, his tongue darting out to lick at her finger that rested itself on his nose. Giggling at the action, she tapped his nose again, before slowly drying off, and opening the door to the bathroom, slipped out to the cold, empty seeming house outside the warmth of his reach. She needed to steel herself for later that night... And for what she would do to him...
End of Part I