Longing: Chapter 3.5
#4 of Needs & Desires
Hello, author here. Just wanted to say thanks for all the votes. It was interesting to see what people wanted, and actually, the result suprised me. Anyways, here's the conclusion, that you voted for, to Chapter 3; enjoy :)
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Even in the dimly lit lounge, Lucas could see the downy soft, neatly trimmed fur that surrounded Ana's pink womanhood; he couldn't take his eyes off her body. Despite being drunk, some portion of Lucas' mind knew what he was soon to be doing was wrong; it thrashed uselessly in the corner, ignored, overcome by lust and pleasure. He gazed longingly up and down her body. Ana was reclined in her chair, her back nearly parallel to the floor. Her nearly discarded panties hung suspended between her legs at her knees; two of her fingers were buried two knuckles deep inside herself. Her shapely stomach occasionally twitched, as she managed to drag a fingernail across a rough patch within herself. Her other hand traced lazy circles around her breasts, sometimes working its way up to her throat, gently rubbing and massaging her. Her head hung limply against the back of the chair, nearly hanging over, all control lost; her tongue glided over her teeth, pretending to be Lucas, as she remembered the fiery kisses they shared not long ago.
Lucas, unable to restrain himself any longer, stood up from the couch and moved to Ana's side. Ana slowed, her amber-golden eyes watching Lucas intently. Lucas carefully placed a knee beside one of Ana's thighs, his other leg stretching, as he leaned into another deep kiss. Keeping one arm on the shoulder of the chair, Lucas brought the other up the Ana's chin, to angle her muzzle towards his. Ana pulled her fingers free from herself, and was bringing her hand up to wrap around Lucas' neck, but she was stopped by Lucas. Breaking the kiss, Lucas stared at Ana, his arm gliding gently down her arm, feeling the soft, conditioned fur that Ana worked hard at keeping beautiful. His fingers entwined hers, Lucas brought her hand to his muzzle, pausing to breathe deeply, noting her particular scent. Lowering his muzzle, while continuing to watch Ana, Lucas slowly licked Ana's fingers; he wrapped his tongue around her individual fingers, and suckled softly, releasing each from his mouth after they were sufficiently cleaned. Ana tasted tangy; Lucas also tasted a bit of bitterness mixed with a hint of sweetness, not unlike Ana herself.
Ana moaned at the treatment Lucas gave to her fingers, she hadn't imagined he would do that! His wide tongue lapped and sucked tenderly, deftly cleaning her fingers.
Unable to stare for so long into Lucas' deep, auburn brown eyes, Ana closed her own and imagined that she was soaking in a warm jacuzzi, the soft jets expertly massaging her body's every nook. Her hand was released; she used it to pull out her hairpins and allowed her hair to drape over her shoulders. She shifted slightly, using her other hand to completely remove her panties, her legs now up and out of the water. She felt a weight rest itself comfortably on top of her.
She opened an eye; Lucas was now resting his stomach on hers, his legs stretching to the floor for balance, his arms holding onto the chair's shoulders; his cock hung out of sight. His tongue hung out, his breath was warm. She could feel his pulse; a quick beat, one that Ana's heart met easily as she felt her excitement grow. Grinning, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and pulled him close whispering, "C'mon boy. Fuck me. I like it hard..."
Lucas returned her grin with one of his own, and with a wink, dropped his face to her chest. He used his teeth to pinch a nipple, gently chattering his teeth together; her nipple puffed up, slightly swollen.
"Oooohhhaahh... Naughty dog has some tricks, does he?" Ana asked, as she felt Lucas repeat this to her other nub.
Taking a moment to breathe, Lucas replied, "A gentleman never tells..." He then continued to roughly suckle, alternating attention between Ana's breasts.
Lucas could feel his own urge to mate rising; his cock throbbed, aching to be buried in Ana's warmth. Rubbing it against the chair, he moaned, the friction buying him time. He wanted to completely satisfy Ana. She had been treated like crap by others, and Lucas intended to lavish her.
Hearing his moan, Ana perked up, "Does somebody need to feel me from the inside?" She spread her legs a bit wider, allowing Lucas to feel the moisture against his abs.
"Oh, don't worry Ana. After I'm through up here---" Lucas said, his voice deep with passion, "--- and down here..." as he lowered himself to his knees, bringing Ana's pussy mere inches from his muzzle.
Immediately, Lucas began to devour Ana, using his nose to part her slit. Ana, jumped, surprised by the sudden cold, wetness, but, overcome with pleasure, melted back onto the chair. Lucas quickly licked and slurped, enjoying the tangyness, the bitter flavour stronger. As he got used to her full taste, he could focus on her sweet aftertaste; this spurred him to greater heights, as he lapped, eager for more. Lucas used his hand to spread Ana's legs wider, running them up and down her inner thighs. While he licked, he tried to meet her gaze; Lucas noticed her breath had gotten deeper, her hip's gyrations stronger. Her hands were busy fondling her tits, and tugging on her hair, her eyes shut.
Ana had thought Lucas might only fuck her, but had no idea he would go down on her! No guy she had been with prior had even remotely shown interest in tasting her, interested only in their own pleasure. She had no idea somebody could please a woman this way; despite her own familiarity with herself, she felt like new buttons had been turned on. She ached with the need to feel more, she began to rock harder, trying to push Lucas' strong muzzle deeper, needing to feel his long tongue on the rough spot inside her. She could feel her abs tightening, her breath deepened, she was so close!
Then Lucas stopped.
Ana nearly shrieked in outrage; she caught her voice in her throat. Instead, she growled angrily, her eyes filled equally with rage and confusion. Before she could ask what the hell was going on.... she felt a finger prod her, followed by a loving lick to her clit, and the energy she had pent up began to steadily rise again.
Even though his head swirled, Lucas could tell Ana was near to orgasm, but he wanted to make sure it was fantastic. Stopping for a moment, (he could see Ana's sudden confusion and anger) he coated his fingers with some spit and slid one finger into her awaiting folds. He could feel her muscles tighten around it, his own cock outraged at his lucky finger. His cloudy mind muddled, Lucas struggled to restrain himself, desiring to save his pleasure for last. Lucas returned to doting on Ana's clit with a loving lick, following it with intense flicking.
Lucas slid his finger in deeply, stroking Ana. His pace quickly increased, as Lucas buried his finger deep to the third knuckle. Ana's natural tightness kept a good lock on his finger, but Ana toyed with him, clenching occasionally, trapping it within her. Lucas curled his finger, stroking a rougher part within Ana's soft folds, while Ana whimpered in ecstasy, "Oh God! Lucas! Yes! Yes! More, like that....ugh... so close.... unnghh... unnnnggghhhhhhhh!!!"
Ana curled up as her stomach tightened, her head stretched backwards, a hiss of pleasure escaped her clenched teeth; Lucas could feel a sudden vice around his finger, and was rewarded with a flood, strongly flavoured; this nectar came from deep within. He tried to cup his mouth around her, wanting to slurp her all up, but lacking air, he broke the seal; Ana squirmed as her pussy was convulsing, small secondary orgasms racking her body, as she twitched, unable to control herself. Smaller streams jetted out, some splashing Lucas' face, some on his chest. He tried to catch some in his awaiting mouth, but soon she ran low.
"Huh....huh..........huh............huh..huh.................Oh, God. Lucas, that, was wonderful..." Ana strained, barely able to speak, her chest still heaving. Lucas smiled, entranced with the beauty of Ana in her afterglow. She seemed so relaxed.
Lucas got up grabbed his shirt, messily wiping his face somewhat dry. He smelled strongly of Ana; his nose couldn't sense anything else. Ana lay sprawled on the chair, so Lucas leaned over and picked her up, his movements slow, and deposited her on the couch. Stroking himself, he sat sideways, running his hands down her back, as she murred lightly.
Ana tried to focus, but the spots kept dancing out of view, and the room was suddenly too bright. She felt hands on her back and forced herself to look; she saw Lucas, slowly rubbing himself, watching her. His eyes were red with drunkenness, his head nodding, but his rock hard organ said she still had his full attention. She smiled, wanting to feel him fill her completely, knowing that if he could do that with his hands and tongue... She forced herself to her knees; resting on her elbows and meeting Lucas' eyes, she asked, "Well?"
Lucas nodded, and sluggishly stood, sway slightly. He walked around her and placed one knee on the couch, lining up behind Ana. Ana raised her tail, exposing her ravished flower, its rosy-pink petals wide and puffy. He placed one hand on her ass, using his thumb to hold her tail higher, slightly massaging her tailhole. Lucas thought to himself, "This is it..."
Ana waited, expected a sudden and satisfying fulfillment, but Lucas had stopped moving his thumb. Thinking he might be putting on a condom, Ana whispered seductively, "It's okay to take me au naturel, I'm not in season..."
When Lucas didn't respond, she frowned, and turned. Surprised, Ana found Lucas leaning back; his back resting against the couch, his head hanging listlessly, his eyes closed shut. His chest rose and lowered deeply, a slow, steady rhythm. Ana saw that Lucas' manhood was drooping slowly. Disappointed, Ana thought to herself, "After that, he's tired?" Ana stood, and working quickly, she leaned Lucas onto the couch and grabbed a blanket from the closet. Despite herself, Ana yawned, her tongue curling in her open mouth. She stretched her arms out, and thought, "Well, I guess it's okay. That was easily the most satisfying sex I've ever had... Besides, what better way to start the day? Breakfast in bed!" Ana licked her lips in anticipation, and climbed under the blanket, resting her head on Lucas' chest and wrapping her arms lovingly around him. She drifted to sleep quickly, her dreams filled with happy, dirty thoughts.