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Morning Delight

Written By: Skabaard

Still yawning and scrubbing her eyes, Kathryn meandered out of the bedroom only to be greeted with a wash of airy light and delicious scents. The drapes had been thrown from the open window to let in cool, florally scented spring breeze. There was a pot of tea resting on the table, complete with an empty cup, and next to it was a dish containing a stack of fruity pastries. Sage must have been busy all morning.

As if thinking about her was enough to summon her, Sage chose that moment to sashay into the room, humming something light and happy. "There you are Darling," she beamed, "Sorry I couldn't stay in bed. I just had all this energy and I wanted to let you get your rest."

Before she could slur a sleepy "s'alright", the beautiful vixen danced over and wrapped her up in a warm embrace. Her unprepared lips were met with a softer, sultrier pair as Sage kissed her fondly. The resulting plume of tingling delight that spread from her belly into the rest of her body opened her eyes and quite readily banished the dregs of her sleep. Even so, the energetic fox morph lingered there for far, far longer than necessary, swaying gently against her. When they finally separated with a gentle smack, she wasn't entirely certain she could feel her toes.

Arm still around her, Sage guided her over to a chair and poured her a cup of steaming tea as she sank into it. "You were so exhausted when you got home last night. Are you feeling better?"

The tea was strong and herbal, and it warmed her insides wonderfully as she nodded. "Yes. It was just a busy evening. Really busy. I think a big caravan train got in late yesterday."

Sage smeared a pat of butter on a pastry and set it in front of her. "Then all their new goods are probably going to hit the market later today or tomorrow. We'll have to make time to go, even if it's just to see the new sights."

She took a bite, trying to finish convincing her body that she was no longer in her bed. "That sounds nice. I think they came in from the south, so maybe we can find some of those spices you like."

An eager grin spread over the vixen's delicately-angled muzzle. "Hopefully I can find some cuttings to add to our little garden."

With an affirmative hum, she filled her mouth again. The little biscuits were sweet and scattered with chunks of what she figured were apples, and they paired marvelously with the tea. While she broke her fast, her eyes tracked Sage as the fox moved about the room. She set the already immaculate space in order, she kept Kathryn's cup full, and she watered the little herb-filled window box, picking out weeds that had somehow managed to take root, all while being clad in a loose robe that wasn't quite closed over her front, showing--along with the fact that she was wearing nothing beneath it--a long slash of white-furred cleavage.

Thinking about it, she wasn't certain where her own clothes had come from. She didn't remember undressing herself the night prior, but she was wearing a shirt that, judging by how spacious the bust was and how loose but short it was on her tall, svelte frame, belonged to Sage. The fact that this was the only thing she was wearing seemed be of immense distraction to the fox, who was constantly stealing glances in her direction. "Did I at least make it home in my uniform last night?" she wondered.

This seemed to be enough to draw Sage from her reverie. "What? Oh, yes. You just fell into bed with everything on. I had to work a little bit to get you into something comfortable. You grumbled about it the whole time."

"Sorry," she murmured, embarrassed, "And thank you."

"Think nothing of it, Darling." Sage reassured her. "I was more concerned about you walking home half asleep. I know we don't really live far from the Chalice, but I still worry. Such a young, beautiful creature alone in the streets in the middle of the night..."

Her eyes rolled. "More like a scrawny, girlish wench." she scoffed.

Sage frowned and padded quietly over to lace fingers through her bed-tousled hair. "Come now, Darling. Some people might look at you and see a skinny little twig of a girl, but some people are both blind and fools. I cannot be the only person who thinks you are the most stunning woman on two paws. I cannot be the only person who looks at you and just... wants to touch you, hold you, kiss you. And while I can be fairly certain of myself, I don't trust other people's intentions, especially with someone who is so important to me."

The fox's fingers toyed with the edge of her triangular, feline ear, and she felt it twitch at the intimate contact. "What should I do then?"

Sage leaned deeply over her, pressing lips to her forehead. "Nothing different, Darling. You're careful. You're smart. You walk home with Aria when you can. You make sure people know when you leave. I'm just... insecure, and I'm not quick to trust people. But I trust you. My senseless worrying is none of your concern, just the paranoid ramblings of a desperate woman."

"I don't know about all that..." Kathryn offered. "I don't think you're desperate."

Sage's delicate hands fell to her slender shoulders. "That's because I'm not when you're here, Darling." the vixen informed her. "I assure you that if I didn't have you, I would be like a lost little kit."

She shrugged timidly. "Come on, Sage. Give yourself some credit. You were getting along perfectly fine before we met."

Sharp blue eyes fixed her with a hard, penetrating stare. "The more I think about it Darling," Sage said pensively, "the less I believe that. But, I know deep down that I've got no reason to worry about it anymore. Here we are, together, in a home, our home. Spring is in the air, warmth and light and life, and I would change none of it, Darling. I could never have imagined being so happy."

There was a raw sincerity in her tone that brought a smile to Kathryn's lips, and as if that was enough to sustain Sage's entire being, the vixen lit up, practically glowing with renewed vigor. "You know," the fox continued in a sly whisper, "I think my shirt looks cuter on you than it does me..."

She peered down, blinking at her peculiar wardrobe. "I'm not so sure. I'm not curvy enough, and I'm too tall. It barely covers my belly button."

When her eyes drifted back up, Sage was there, right in front of her face, lips curled into a mischievous smirk barely an inch from her own. "So I can see. I had you in one of my robes too, but you must have tossed and turned your way out of it through the night. If I'm honest though, I think I like this view much better. You have the most gorgeous legs, lean and long and shapely."

Before she could even begin to nervously fidget at the hungry look Sage was giving her, the fox was on her knees, bushy tail flicking eagerly. Light hands slid from her shoulders down her sides, along the curve of her narrow hips, and onto her thighs, caressing her through her coat of calico fur. "Not to mention you having such a delightful little treat." the vixen added languorously, licking her lips with an unabashed look in her eyes.

Dipping her head, Sage leaned in, squishing her bust against the cat morph's willowy thighs and pressing a timid kiss against the smooth white fur of Kathryn's belly. A heartbeat later, the kiss wandered down a step, and a hand stole between the feline's legs, tenderly stroking their insides, running blunt, canine claws through smooth fur. She watched the vixen glide down her stomach, fidgeting the whole while. One of her hands balled into a tight fist, but the other stole into the amorous woman's fiery waves, gently petting. She knew full well what was coming, and though that knowledge tightened her gut with anxious expectation, she just leaned back, sliding a little more of her lap from her char and giving Sage room to work with a needly little whimper.

She couldn't have imagined a situation that wouldn't have sent excitement lancing through her veins at her lover's dainty touch. The skilled vulpine peeked up at her with wide, blue eyes that pleaded with her. For what, she couldn't say. If Sage would have just spoken in that sultry little half-growl, she would have done anything ordered of her. Blood rushed to the intersection of her thighs as her heart began a joyous race, and when the vixen finished the trek down her belly, letting out a long, moist breath over her exposed nethers, her eyes drifted neatly shut and she let out a miniscule moan.

A single finger trailed playfully up against her loins, sliding from her fur to the flesh of her blooming little cock. Her meager masculine tool was shaped somewhat like a cat's, with a healthily thick shaft, slightly tapered glans, and a scattering of small, fleshy barbs that stiffened over her length. Sage gave her a gentle rub, working her up as she bloated in eagerness. When she was throbbing to the fox's satisfaction, that finger joined its sisters, and they all dipped lower to cradle her fuzzy little sack. "That's right," that low, mewling voice murmured over her feline member, "just close your eyes and let me take care of you, Darling."

Terminating her sentence with a throaty, "Ahm." Sage closed her mouth around the cat's aching masculinity, enveloping much of it in a warm, wet, velvet vice. She tensed and shivered as her tight tool was softly cradled by a playful tongue. It carefully guided her further back into the vixen's maw, caressing her and spreading a layer of lubricating saliva over her eager flesh with lazy, circular motions. It curled her toes inward and left her shivering, and she tensed and squeaked as the hand fondling her taut sack dipped lower, sliding up and along her slick femininity.

Sage engulfed her fully, pushing a yearning kiss into her crotch around the girth of her fleshy tool, and a finger teased up against her, seeking out and lightly fingering her erect little clit and sending sparking electricity through her body. Her head lolled back on her narrow shoulders as she trembled and moaned, and the vixen applied the gentlest of suctions while beginning to lightly bob her head in a languid, irregular tempo. A finger probed boldly against the entrance of her drooling womanhood, gathering up her feminine fluids and coating itself before pushing firmly into her. Her dainty netherlips spread reluctantly around her intruder, and her back bent, pushing back her shoulders and throwing her chest out with a rush of euphoria, leaving her pert, little nipples to tent her borrowed shirt.

That only caused Sage to bear down on her with increasing gusto. Each time the vixen kissed her loins, she lingered, suckling wetly on her barbed tool. The sounds alone were like music to Kathryn's flicking ears, full of little moans and lewd slurping, as if she was simply a sweet, sweet treat to be enjoyed. When her devoted lover drew back, letting out a long, urgent breath, the fox's tongue savored her spiny crown, lashing it like a hot, slimy whip. It whirled around her in an intricate dance, stimulating her in ways that made her eyes flutter closed and left her panting in her chair.

Her body drew taut and shaky. Both hands were on Sage's luscious body, one on the vixen's back, holding her close, and one buried deeply into her luxuriant, red mane. Both of her legs stood straight out, and she wanted to wrap them around her lover's curvaceous form, use them to pull them both together, but she couldn't find the focus in her to move with any degree of finesse. She was being reduced into a quivering mess, full of arcing bliss and tiny, urgent moans. And then the finger Sage was using to explore her feminine depths found its prize, curling up and into her, grinding a harmless claw over a fold of flesh that took her breath away.

Her cock pulsed threateningly, spilling gobs of slick precum into the back of the fox's accepting throat, but her lovely mate only took that as a silent challenge and redoubled her oral assault. It felt like Sage was trying to pull her soul out through her crotch, and only a few seconds later she froze, a girlish squeal trapped in her chest. Her tantalized tool surged briefly as her testes pulled close to her body. Her spasming womanhood clamped down with vicious force onto the finger held within her, and she jerked breathlessly as she fired her first rope of pearly cum into the vixen's eager mouth.

Sage pushed forward, wringing at Kathryn with lips and tongue and a gratuitous moan as seed spilled into her mouth in quivering spurts. The sound she made as she kneaded at the feline's pulsing gonads was deep and luxuriant, the sound of a woman who was getting exactly what she wanted. She milked the throbbing cock in her mouth with cycling suction, and the calico cat morph felt her lover swallowing around her, consuming her thick cream as fast as she could produce it.

Waves of delicious satisfaction tingled up from her toes when she was close to done, and Sage pulled free with a long, messy slurp. Licking remnants of sticky cum from the corners of her mouth, the vixen lapped at her flagging manhood as it drooled its last down its spiny length. When she was shiny and clean, her lover peeled herself from her body with an extended, contented hum. "As sweet as ever, Darling." the fox purred lovingly while slipping the slimy finger used to stimulate her between those perfect, puckered lips.

Kathryn sagged in the chair, panting and shivering as Sage let out a light, happy laugh and rose gracefully to her paws. She reached down, took a demure sip of her tea, and smiled down at the cat while patting her smooth belly. "You should finish up breakfast, my love. No sense in starting the day with an empty stomach."

Her gut fluttered at the word "love", and she watched Sage dance away, back to humming her light, happy song. Her eyes were drawn between the fox's legs, to the moisture that glistened on her partner's enflamed lips, to the wetness that had matted the smooth fur around it. Then that lusty figure spun away from her, cloaking it all in a sheer robe that clung to those curves. Leaning forward over their miniature window garden a little more deeply than was strictly necessary, the svelte woman lifted her bushy, vulpine tail high, waving it around and showing herself off in a clear and alluring invitation.

Her fatigued masculinity stirred at the sight. She stood and padded quietly across the room, coming up behind the vixen and pressing herself intimately against her back. She wrapped her arms around Sage in a confident hug, holding her tightly, and then cupped her palms around her lover's perfectly round breasts. She gave them a little squeeze, and the fox's ears flicked under her nose. "Thanks for the morning tea," whispered the soft-spoken feline, "It's delicious."

The shorter, softer woman's fluffy tail managed to wriggle its way between her legs, where it wagged gaily, tickling against her inner thighs. "Think nothing of it, Darling." Sage murmured, peeking back up at her as she rubbed her fingers around, stroking the silky fur of the fox's flawless bust. She eventually found the firm nubs of ruddy pink nipples, and she let her digits dawdle where they lay, rolling the perky peaks between them. A muffled hiss slipped from her lover's lips, and Kathryn lowered her head, nuzzling her way through the sea of red waves to eventually kiss at the nape of a slender neck.

The smell there was delightful, herbal and sweet and utterly familiar. It smelled like home, and Sage giggled as her nose tickled its way down her shivering mate's spine. "I love you." she breathed, kneading and squeezing and massaging the soft mounds in her grip. The vixen's plush figure outshined hers by miles. Supple breasts were big enough to fill her hands and just firm enough to keep the perfect shape. Thick hips drew dresses and skirts tight over them, exhibiting the sweeping curvature of her body. And, of course, her mind couldn't help but linger on the plump butt that was pushed firmly into her bare crotch.

The more she worked her hands around the fox's ample chest, the more and more open she forced open the nearly diaphanous robe that hid the rest of her. Gently, she took the collar of it between her teeth and pulled it from those slim shoulders, letting it fall down the vixen's body. It slid free of lissome arms and fluttered loosely to the ground, letting downy fur press against her naked loins. "Thank you, Darling," Sage mewled, wiggling that spacious backside against her, "I _was_getting a little warm."

She huffed, rubbing herself against that intoxicating beauty, and slowly slid down to her knees, running her lips down Sage's back the entire way. With an indulgent moan, she pressed her face against the softness of the vixen's rump, nuzzling it with her nose and rubbing her cheek down the convex curve. Beneath the sumptuous layer of padding that gave it its opulent shape, she felt the firm, toned muscle tense as the fox shifted weight from paw to paw, giggling girlishly. "Did you find something you like down there, Darling?"

Her answer was a growl, a lazy, unthreatening thing that vibrated in her chest. She slid her hands from Sage's full breasts, down her front and around her sides to border that heavenly butt. She took it up in grasping fingers, squished it lewdly and ran her teeth appreciatively across each cheek, nibbling tenderly at it. The vixen was squirming helplessly, feigned innocence rapidly deteriorating in the face of ravenous desire, a desire that was entirely contagious. Before the focus of her that desire could squirm too much more, she clapped her hands down on the cushion of the vulpine woman's hips and pulled, spinning Sage around and shoving her butt against the wall.

Kathryn dared not waste any more time. With a much more energetic growl, she pushed her muzzle in between her lover's thighs, goading them apart so she could put her lips to Sage's soaked womanhood. She put her rough, feline tongue into play, lapping it up along the slash of lurid pink and working her nose deeper, putting her face as close to the action as she could get it without restricting her breathing. One of the fox's hands slapped down on the wall next to them, claws scratching at the wood as it knotted into a tight ball, the other slid much more gently over the feline's shoulder, pushing and pulling as it gripped her firmly.

Heady, feminine wetness soaked into the fur of her muzzle, and she let it coat her lips, working it around with her tongue. She rocked her entire head with the effort, feeling sultry flesh glide over her slick mouth as she probed deeper and deeper. Sage's burning entrance, the core of that pretty, pink flower, invited her, and she opened her mouth wide, offering her tongue forward. Her nose rolled over the electric nub of the vixen's pea-sized clit, and she nodded her head as she bore forward, grinding over the easily-excited button.

The hand on her shoulder clamped down, and a shaky, mewling cry filtered out of the well-endowed chest above her as she parted those lurid lips and pushed her tongue into the tightness of Sage's hot, feminine passage. Her hands spread her lover's shapely legs further apart, as much as she could without lifting the poor vixen off of the floor, and she twisted, tilting her head this way and that to more fully stimulate each square inch of exposed flesh. And she did it again and again, forcing her way deeper before sliding her tongue free and raking the rough surface over the quaking woman's velvet walls.

"K-Kathryn!" Sage squealed in an uncontrollable titter. "Gods, Darling, your tongue. Deeper! Give it to me!" The overwrought vulpine's hips began to jerk, lunging against her, and Kathryn let them, using the spastic movements to fulfill the vixen's desires. She ground her lips and nose over that little pearl of pleasure when she could, relegating herself to enthusiastically licking whatever the vixen's humping presented to her from moment to moment. All the while more and more lusty fluid accumulated on her face until it dripped messily down her chin and onto her shirt.

Sage's fingers curled into her short, snowy hair, holding her head still as the fox began to clumsily ride her face, whimpering vocalizations steadily rising in pitch and diminishing in volume until the sounds of lust could barely be heard over the gasping, panting, and lewd slurping noises that dominated the space. Once the aggressor, Kathryn could only hold herself steady, giving her desperate mate a stable platform on which to pleasure herself. One hand braced her against a plush thigh, and the other stole down her own body, sampling her furious erection.

Lust peaking in a most unladylike grunt, Sage abruptly and unstoppably came against her mouth, entire body flexing in irregular waves that left the vixen twitching against the wall and gushing over Kathryn's parted lips. Yielding, feminine folds wrung at her tongue, and she got a taste of true release as her lover gifted her with a forceful spurt of pure, liquid bliss that she only partially caught with her mouth. The rest dribbled down her chin and chest, eventually splattering on the floor with light, wet plipping sounds.

Even when she withdrew her tongue, Sage's eyes remained half-lidded, and the vixen continued to quiver and moan. Kathryn stayed where she was needed, tempering the viciousness of sudden relief with moldable lips and a soothing tongue. Only when it looked like her red-furred love could stand under her own power, leaning heavily back against the wall, did she pull her face away, still dripping, and rise to her paws.

Sage's eyes followed her up, and hands pawed numbly at her body. "Gods' Blood, Darling, that was good." slurred the fox.

She leaned in, pushing a palm just next to her lover's head as she slathered a sloppy kiss over Sage's parted lips. When her other hand reached down and pulled up the hem of her shirt, she only parted for a moment to draw it up over her head and let it drop next to the vixen's discarded robe. "We can do better." she panted, stepping forward and compressing their bodies together. Her leg slid between the fox's, and the shorter woman's puffy nipples poked into her chest like little diamonds.

"Gods yes, Darling." pleaded Sage with a sluggish nod. "Do it. Do better."

She wasted no time. Before Sage could reassemble her scattered thoughts, Kathryn reached down, hooked a hand behind her knee, and lifted her leg up. The vixen wrapped it around her, binding them together and spreading herself more wide open than she really needed. With no ceremony or warning, she spread her own legs, accounted for the difference in their heights, and rammed her aching, feline cock up into her lover's loins with as much savagery as she could muster. Sage's voice jumped up a few octaves, squeaking out her name, and she answered it with a growl as she put her back into pumping her steely tool into that slick, scalding vice.

Her fleshy, feline barbs ravaged the vixen's trembling tunnel raw, and she grabbed hold of Sage's ample butt to grip and fondle and use to pull them together with even more force. The other woman's hands scrabbled for purchase, eventually landing with one around her on her shoulder blade and another in the small of her back. They dragged at her, trying to simply tie them together, to meld them into a single being, but they lacked the focus and strength to accomplish it. Instead, they only reminded Kathryn of how much she was wanted, needed, and she cried out softly, coarsely, as she bucked with wild vigor.

She humped Sage into the wall, trying to ignore the building tightness in her loins. Her toes curled, digging her claws into the wood of the floor. Her teeth clenched as she hunched forward. It brought them cheek to cheek, and though she could no longer so plainly see the fox's gorgeous breasts bouncing under the force of her movements, she could hear with perfect clarity the depth of the desire in the vixen's voice as it hissed into her ear. The sounds were languid. Sage melted against her, letting out a limp moan every time their crotches met with a wet slap.

Their mingled juices dripped to the floor between their tangled legs after running along her throbbing shaft and drooling down her furry scrotum. Her rolling hips slung strands of girlish slime across the floorboards, tracing the progress of their lust. Her arms and stomach burned with the heat of her exertions, and she grunted breathlessly, pushing harder and harder, pinning Sage down and ravishing her. She pounded that hungry slit, gasping as it tensed and flexed around her. Each invigorated thrust was a split second of agonizing bliss that weakened her knees and made her loins ache.

She wanted it. She wanted what rushed at her so badly she could feel her need like a steel weight in her gut. Parts of her desires were filled when Sage suddenly sucked in an urgent breath and dug claws into her back. The supple womanhood enveloping her clamped down with spasming muscles, drawing at her with rippling contractions that only served to rub her fleshy spines against those clenching walls with greater and greater force. It set lustful sparks arcing over her sensitive flesh, and they soared up her spine and burst behind her eyes like glowing stars.

She cried out, growling something demanding and bestial as her body seized and she buried her feline cock as deeply as she could into her lover's pliant, crushing folds. Her arms went taut, dragging Sage's feet from the floor and dropping the insensate vixen onto her little, barbed harpoon. A fresh tide of sticky, boiling cum jetted from her bulging tool to paint the walls trapping her with a layer of pearlescent white. She came and came, grunting and slamming herself time and time again into the fox, to her very root. Her balls pulsed and ached almost to the point of pain as Sage's ravenous womanhood feasted on her, wicking away every last gooey drop.

The vixen outlasted her, still milking her even when she had well and truly empty herself. She continued to thrust herself weakly, drawing out the pleasure passing between them, and she mushed her lips messily over Sage's, searching. She was welcomed by a lazy tongue, and their mouths continued to dance as fatigued hands explored one another, caressing over skin that tingled furiously. Her weight was supported almost entirely by the wall behind the fox, and as her legs wobbled threateningly, she and her partner both let themselves slide down the wood. Her cock came free, drooping, exhausted, and she collapsed to her knees as Sage's head rolled back, eyes closed and with a huge, dopey grin plastered across her face.

They broke their scattered kiss in favor of simply panting, breath warm over the other's lips. "This..." Sage wheezed, licking her lips and patting her belly while her breasts heaved over her lungs, "This is my kind of... good morning... Nothing better to wake up to than a... really good orgasm."

Kathryn laughed in spite of herself. "Now we just... have to resist the urge to take a nap..."

With a limp wrist, Sage waved away her mirth. "Not a problem, Darling... We just have to... get up and move around a little."

She shook her head. "I don't know if I can walk right now. I'm going to be sore after all that."

"You're going to be sore? Please, Darling, just hold me and... give me a moment to catch my breath. I'll have us up in no time at all."

She wrapped her arms loosely around Sage's chest, squishing them together with all due glee. Why would she get up when she could just sit here and huddle next to the tired vixen? "No hurry, Sage. No hurry."