The Beat's Vibration
#4 of Porn Shorts
An older piece that I wrote for an ex of mine, involving his ice phoenix character and a timber wolf on a dance floor.
Sighing deliciously all of Fiara's cares froze off her icy cool form from the tips of her wings to the tips of her talons in her open-toed knee high boots as she danced. Techno music was always good for that, clubbing had its place and currently was relaxing her world. Her eye drifted up toward the flashing lights and her gloved hands traced down her body from her torn short black tank-top to her hips and she cooed sweetly into the dark atmosphere.
Those beautiful icy gray eyes closed, a tender shiver trailing her spine as she remembered last night. She remembered the feel of a warm little bird straddling her hips, the curve of the skylark's breasts, and their sweet cries echoing one another into the night. A smile tugged at her beak, cheeks high as she laughed; unheard beneath the loud layer of rhythmic beats vibrating through the floor and up into the soles of her feet, up the back of her legs and zinging between her blue thighs. Mm, she definitely needed this.
Arching back with the curve of a music note her shoulder-blades pressed against a warm, hard furred chest and she moaned absently, cradling her cool spine against that source of heat; against a well toned belly. His large paws covered her talons at her hips before one stroked forward to pull her belly so that her full back and rump were flush with his front. Growling against her throat, he smiled warmly, "Mm, such a cool little bird."
"Phoenix, actually," she moaned.
"So I see," he replied as his eyes perused her. His tongue traced the back of her neck, face nuzzling into her hair hungrily. "Beautiful. The touch and color of pre-dawn winter snow."
She giggled and then felt his paw trail up her belly, a few fingertips lightly tracing the cool underside of her breast underneath the torn edges of her shirt. She moaned lightly, laying her head back on his shoulder. All she saw was timber wolf gray fur and lights, and she absently pressed her exposed talons lightly into her own sensitive hips, shuddering pleasantly.
His other hand moved down over her hips, fingertips playing just under the band of her pants, pressing lightly against her lower abdomen. A gasp chilling the air escaped her beak as she felt the pressure of his touch flood her sensitive feathered lips with her cool, yearning nectar.
"Like this?" he asked.
She moaned and her talons moved over his paw, guiding his hand into her pants, pressing one of his fingers in between her wet folds, "Mm, what do you think?"
Two fingers pressed into her slick depths, his arm pulled her body up against him more, bending over her a bit. His pants tightened as his hard fleshy length pressed out of its sheath and he groaned against the phoenix's back.
"Puppy want something?" she teased.
He growled and flexed his hand hard, hilting those fingers into her cool depths, "What do you think?"
Fiara felt herself groan.
His fingers slid out of her almost completely and then drove back in hard and she gasped. He pressed her forward so her tail-feathers nestled between his hips, and she looked up to him over her shoulder. He slowly drew his fingers from her icy depths and his fingers traced the line of her waistband before he slipped her pants down off her hips.
Reaching back eagerly, taking in a long, sweet glance of the wolf's lean, athletic frame with a moan of deep approval, she unbuttoned his pants before he pressed them down off his own hips, his hard length pressing up against her dark blue tail feathers. She lifted them out of the way as he pressed up between her legs, lightly teasing her frosty wet lips with the tip of his cock before she reached back, scratching into his rump and pulling him roughly into her depths with a sweet cry, drowned by the heavy beat that permeated the club.
A few glances caught what they were doing in the middle of a crowd, uncertain. Most folks looked immediately away only to have their eyes stray back as the ice phoenix began to pant loudly, echoing her male wolf lover's heavy pants against the back of her throat as he drove his hips into hers over and over, hard slaps echoing the music. Their bodies pulsated with the vibrations flooding the room.
Fiara began to scream loudly. A ring of people had begun to watch the two of them and she surely would have blushed deeply at the realization, if only she realized it. His length buried into her depths, spilling over with lust, mixing his hard, wet desire with her own and all she knew was pleasure. All she knew was this sweet coupling, crying out loudly and melting, drowning happily into musical vibrations and blissful oblivion.