Krris #11

Story by bluedraggy on SoFurry

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#13 of Krris

The Razor's Edge

It's over. Krris finally managed to overcome his inhibitions and his infatuation with Udaran and had a mind-blowing experience with Muz-Ra not even thinking about his prior obsession.

Or is it?

Muz-Ra hasn't come yet, and Krris, though oblivious, has an incredibly fast recovery time which Muz-Ra has noticed. And she's horny as hell. While Krris is spouting platitudes and thanks, Muz-Ra is feeling his body harden and is, pardon the pun, on the horns of a delimma. One she hasn't faced before. But poor Krris. He has the recovery speed of a lion but doesn't realize it himself.

And yeah - image #2 is Spooge, all Spooge and nothing but the Spooge. It's Spoogerific. Red's been Spoogified. Spooginated. If I said the last one was the most porny it gets, I lied.


| Slowly his consciousness returned. Wonderfully slowly. When he opened his eyes, it felt like a lifetime had passed. She still held his balls, massaging them slowly and gently as he came back to awareness and realized he was still stroking himself as well, as if to wring the last bit of pleasure from his body and give it to her. He found he was afraid to look down though.

"Been a long voyage, sailor?" she asked from beneath him wetly. | image |

| Well, at least she still had her sense of humor, he thought.

"Sorry, Red. I couldn't help myself."

Muz-Ra laughed. "Of course you couldn't. You're male, silly. It's in the nature of the beast, and I wouldn't have it any other way. But do me a favor and give me that towel. Try as I might, I can't get all this with my tongue." | image |

| When she had cleaned herself off sufficiently, she sat back down and lazily sucked a finger clean, teasing Krris. | image |

| "Not exactly 'no physical touch' I guess," Krris said sheepishly.

"No. I guess not. But I think we're probably done here Krris."

"Done?" | image |

| "Yes Krris. You obviously are over your infatuation. You threw that magazine away long before you came on me. No, that one was inspired by your lust for me, obviously. And what a 'one' it was! You must have a prostate the size of a grapefruit!"

"Just pent up I guess. Sorry abou..." | image |

| "Oh_please_ Krris," Muz-Ra said, climbing on top of him, "Stop being sorry and start loving yourself! I haven't been splattered like that in ages! Bless the Jarl but he doesn't have that in him. Of course, my regular visits don't really let him build up anything like that either I guess. It was lovely, Krris. Gross and lovely at the same time. That pretty much describes the male condition, I think. But if you spend much more time with me, I will regret losing you to Ubergard. It's time for her to take over." | image |

| Krris looked at her with sad eyes. "You're right Red... Muz-Ra. I could fall in love with you."

"I know. Me too. We'd best prevent that."

"I'll remember these nights, Muz-Ra," he said, taking the lead and swapping positions with her.

"Damn right you will!" | image |

| Kriss had gotten very comfortable with physical contact between the two by now. However, he couldn't quite ignore feeling her wetness when he realized his soft manhood was now resting against her own warm sex. But he ignored it.

"Red, I'll never forget you, you know. What you've done for me. And even if Ubergard never knows the details of what you've done for me - for us, she'll always appreciate it anyway." | image |

| Momentarily Muz-Ra closed her eyes, feeling the unexpected touch of his penis between her legs. She hadn't reached her orgasm, and now he was so close. This was the moment she'd most feared. In the blink of an eye she saw it all. She knew she could re-awaken his arousal with a light touch at just the right place, and she knew damn well where that place was. Hell, he was already growing, his erection returning with a speed she'd never experienced before. The barest shift of her hips and he would be inside already. She could have him now, truly. He couldn't stop himself. She could have him inside her and feel those powerful muscles pump her into paradise.

She would feel him pulse his love into her and collapse on top of her, pressing her breasts with his heaving weight as instinct would take over his body as well as her own. It would be an accident. Hell, he'd probably blame himself, self-deprecating bastard. This was the razor's edge she had both feared and longed for, all realized in a heartbeat. And he was oblivious. It would be so easy. He would roar her name again, but this time she would feel it to her soul, and she would roar back. | image |