The mephit and the merchant
MephitStory - M/m, M/F, Oral/Anal/Breast Play/Female Masturbation, Human/Skunk/Wolfcub - August 29, 2006
The tale of the Mephit and the Merchant
By Afril
Version 1.1 - Fleshed out the prose into a story
Version 1.2 - Added a beginning piece, More tweaking
(cl) 2006 The Gay Furry Association
Originally inspired by a beautiful drawing titled Valencia, and added to by suggestions from Blackmjck, and DuskLycan
Hello! Welcome traveler. The afternoon sun is much too hot this time of year, And the villas are scattered too far apart for wanderers such as yourself. They say it is for better crops, But I say it is to keep thy neighbor that much farther away... Come, sit. And what brings a handsome wolf so far from the cities? Ah - Tales, songs.. A bard by trade then. Have some water.. My arms? Ah.. Now there is a tale - If you wish to hear it. A story of Love and lust and visions of beauty... Ok, ok.. Drink and I will talk.
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We came upon the city just before Last Bell - When those who are coming or going do so before the gates close, as you well know. I was glad to be rid of my caravan comrades.. Too much dust and complaints for my liking - I prefer males who enjoy me caressing their rumps, Not growl about my choice of hand-warmers. It was just - The wolves were so Hot! I couldn't keep my eyes off their tails the whole way. And the bastards told me flat out - Fine or no fine, I grabbed their asses again, They were going to bite my fingers off.
So now I had a dilemma.. I needed to put my carts someplace safe until the morrow when I could sell my goods. And I needed a place to sleep. A few coppers got the storage settled - Under the watchful eye of the Thieves Guild most likely, But they would take less that the guards. Now as to a room.. The bigger Inn's were too expensive for my meager purse, but a half-copper and the tickling of some kittens ear got me supper at a relatively clean table. Bread and cheese, I drank from my own wooden mug.. Asking for boiled water got many strange looks, but I know what grows on the sides of wells. And tea does as well as ale for washing things down.
Another half-copper got me a guide to a small but nice 2 story house where lodgers were welcome.. No one was around at the bottom of the stairs, but an arrow pointed up and a lamp led me to a room with a tub, a few buckets of water and a large urn. Dropping my robe, I rinsed it out as best I could in the basin, turning the water muddy several times.. Then used the rest of the water from the urn for bathing, feeling human again after getting the grit of the road off me. I filled the urn again from the buckets, As was polite - Nothing like wanting a bath and finding no water to make ones temper flare. Let the cool night air dry me.. The thought of something resembling a bed and not a stony, bumpy piece of ground with a straw mat tossed on it made me yearn for some companionship. Preferably male companionship. I must have spoken my wish out loud, for I heard from the other room, "Does it have to be male?"
Intrigued by the possibility of something besides a pillow to caress, I draped my robe over a rack to dry and turned to the only other piece of furniture in the room.. Which held a vision so beautiful, I forgot to breathe for a long moment. She lay on the bed, head half-turned towards me. A ribbon of cloth strewn across her legs the only thing she wore besides her fur.. The lamplight caught the white of her hair as it fell over her face, grey eyes mirroring the hint of a smile on her muzzle as she posed with one leg bent up, Her chin resting on a dark-furred hand. A black ear, lined with white and pierced by twin gold rings parted the same dark hair that ran across her shoulders, while a cascade of white intertwined with it's cousin all the way to her rounded rump. I stood a moment as her tail lifted, showing off the twin crescents of snowy fur that framed her dark-furred cheeks so beautifully. Perhaps it was that alabaster drape, turning to black along the underside, and curled at the tip that held me - A human with neither fur nor tail. Or maybe the light on her sexy frame made me stare.. She suddenly laughed, breaking the spell that held me motionless.
"Are you coming to bed, or not?"
Reached an arm out to me, dark breasts lifting as she turned, rosy nipples getting my attention even as her fingers clasped my hand, pulling me into the silkiness of the sheets and her warm, dusky fur, white lips pressing into mine. She ran her clawed fingers down my side, gripping my butt with a murr.
"So Gayboy, what would you like to do with me, Hmmm?"
I tried to protest, but her hand slapped my rear and she laughed again.. A deep laugh for such a skinny female. And a beautiful one. I said so as she reached between my legs gripping my sack, fingering it softly - Then slowly raked a claw gently along the tip of my straining erection. Kissed me again, winking knowingly as she bent to nose the thatch between my legs. Warm breath stirred the hair, a tongue flicking out to touch my heated skin, sliding up to meet her fingers that teased my maleness. A kiss on the bulbous ridge made me moan and surge my hips up a little, the hand gripping my nuts squeezing gently, a finger rubbing the crease. Hot breath made me shiver, as a hotter tongue guided my cock-head past thin but very sexy lips, slipping back so they could collar it just behind the crest.
"You washed.. I like my males with a bit of sweat More flavor.. But I bet I can make you sweat, Eh Gayboy?"
I was already starting to perspire, as she rubbed my dick along her cheeks, tongued the tiny lips of my penis, murring as I reached out to gently caress her face. I was going to stroke her headfur as well, But instead my fingers gripped the sheets, digging them in Hard as the mephit popped the head in her mouth, suckled on me intimately, holding my throbbing pole firmly as she lashed it with her tongue, teased it with her teeth. Let it slowly slide between her lips, nuzzling it..
"Guys always like this.. Want to cum on my face? Or shall I swallow your offering.."
I barely managed a squawk, gulping air as her tongue teased my orbs, dancing between her fingers. Teeth pinched the skin, making me shiver and my cock squeeze a drop of pre from the slit. She kissed the nipped spot, caressing it with her soft tongue.
"Too pretty.."
She laughed in her sexy way, tossing her head so her flowing hair danced in the light, lying like a blanket over her back. Sat up a little and wrapped my cock between her furred breasts, pushing my hands on her nipples, holding them in place roughly. Her tongue flicked over my cock-tip again, this time lapping the sweet liquid from it, squeezing me so another drop oozed out.
"You think I am pretty? Squeeze 'em Gayboy.. Harder. Yeah, like that. Pretty.." The last snorted through her canine-like nose.
Then she grinned at me and swallowed the meat sticking between her tits. I tried to arch, but she held me down, stroking my flesh with her modest, but so beautiful breasts.. Despite trying to be gentle, I dug my fingers into the mounds, feeling the nipples being mashed into my palms. She moved her hands and mine so the nubs were ground against the rough hide, her muzzle hot and sucking fiercely on me until I felt the itch start at my nuts and fly up my spine, a finger teasing my anus making sure it was fed both in strength and speed. Then a mule kicked my head off, and I floated above us. My ghost saw my cock swell and pulse and jet my seed into her waiting muzzle, teeth biting the flesh firmly enough to hold it in place as her tongue pointed the flood at her throat, letting it slide down her gullet.
More was coaxed out by claws caressing my nuts, a tongue sliding over my too-sensitive underside, hard sucks and soft nips keeping my penis throbbing long after there was nothing to give. Kept me erect in the same way, sliding her hand up my stomach to my chest, tweaking my nipples, making me shudder and return to my aching body. She held my dick at the base and kissed the tip - All over. Gently licking the sweaty skin kept me erect long after I should have been soft.
When I could see again, she was lying over me, gently flicking a finger across my dick, making it sway in the light. Bit a nipple, kissing my heaving chest.
"MMmmmm, Tasty. Told ya I could make you sweat.. But the night is still young." she grinned at me, rubbing my dick between her hands like a firestarter's drill, But thankfully much more slowly.
"And where should I put it next, Hmmmm?"
She slid a thigh across my crotch, rubbing my erection, a hand stroking my belly erotically. Then shifted, trapping my cock between her cheeks, squeezing it, making me arch and moan. Plunging a couple of fingers into a vial of oil on the bedside table - probably for massaging feet, but it would do as well for massaging other places - She stroked the length from tip to base, Teasing me into another moan.
"You like that?"
Keeping my hands clenched to the bed, and my teeth clenched together, I could barely nod.. If I hadn't already cum a week's worth of seed those fingers would have finished me off.. All they did was keep me hard, painfully so as they held my slick meat in place, sliding her rump up and down it.
She parted her dark cheeks with both hands, guiding my erection along the valley until puckered ring met throbbing meat. The female grinned at me as she worked her anus against my head, rubbing still more lube on the throbbing pole. Pushed back with enough force so the oil-slicked flesh parted her muscles and entered her back-passage with a lewd *Pop* and a grunt from it's so hot owner. My shriek was stifled as she shoved a tit into my open mouth, growling, "I am the one who is supposed to be making noise.. Damn you are thick. Going to make my ass burn, Gayboy..."
Straddling my hips she sat on me slowly, working the lubed cock into her clenched hole until her butt was firmly on my nuts and her nipple was chewed on most thoroughly. She switched breasts, grinning as she rode my dick, slapping my balls with her rear, caressing my legs with her tail.. I tried my best to keep up in some way, but all I could manage was not to bite too hard when the mephit thumped my butt into the bed with her body, taking me as deep as my member could be stuffed inside her.
She was hot. She was tight. And despite or maybe because of the bruising my sack was getting I found my hips pushing up in time with hers.. Giving her a ride even as my hands slid up to caress her belly, her back.. I wish I could say I did the Human race proud with my lovemaking skills but in truth all I remember is her slapping my thigh, grinding her furry rear into my crotch... And the lights going out, as if a magic hand slid a dark veil over my eyes.
In other words, I passed out.
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"Urk.. Gotta pee." Damn bladder! A soft furred body slid across mine, slid a pot out from under the bed, turned me onto my side. Held my dick as I let go, Splattering the pot. A giggle in my ear as I sighed with pleasure, both from the release and the company. Fingers shook my little prick, getting the last drops off. Then turned me again, as she blanketed me with her warmth. Fine linen is nice to lay on but worthless when the cold creeps in.
"Thank you.." I kissed her muzzle, squeezing her bi-colored cheek.
She wriggles in my grip, kisses my nose and we fall asleep again.
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The morning sun hit my eyelids and I groaned, turning my face and pushing it in between two soft mounds with round bumps I nuzzled.. Kissed, getting a soft murr from their owner. I slid myself out from under her - Regretting every moment as she was more than warm and tugged on my morning erection with strong fingers that hinted of what we could do together, her nuzzling my stomach not helping any. I gave her a pillow to snuggle with - A poor substitute for a warm body, but I was pressed for time - And made my way to the bath area again.
The cold water woke me faster than the sun did, and I had to stifle shrieks when it hit my body, sluicing the old skin away. I looked longingly at the tub, but there was just no time to indulge in even that pleasure. The jug was emptied soon enough and I dried, did what all must do on awakening. Cleaned up, filled the jug from the buckets that lay beside the tub in case my lover wished to wash herself.. *Slap* went my cock thinking of that multi-hued vision leaning over, washing her legs, her tail lifted just enough to frame the twin mounds I wanted so desperately to shove my face - And other body parts - Into for hours...
*Splash* went a palmful of cold water where it would do the most good. Life was so unfair! I returned to the so lovely form, radiant in the morning light. Dressed hastily. Leaned over to kiss and nip her so sexy butt, making her growl..
"Gayboys - Always wanting my ass."
So I turned her and kissed her mouth, Morning breath and all, holding her chin and agreeing that as a Gayboy - Or just a male smitten with her loveliness, would indeed want to worship her rear. Got another beautiful laugh, her breasts lifting up in the light - Just as tempting and beautiful..
"Stay.." she growled, reaching into my robe to grip my erection and caress it. Yes, the traitor has re-awakened, and was demanding I do something with him. By the Gods, If I could have, I promise you I would have flung my clothing off and passionately worked her body over with all that I possessed. But a merchant does not get paid if his goods are not sold. Whispered the painful truth into her ear, kissing it as well.
"You may deny my words all you like... You are beautiful. Especially your ass."
Which I slapped, making her shriek and laugh and Squeeze me until I promised to return when I was again in the area, or the town for that matter. Gave my cock-head one last longing kiss that brought me to the tips of my toes and almost gave her a hot 'breakfast'. Had I been anything but so late as to be frantic, I would have.. I may prefer males, but by Gosa, she would make a marble statue yearn to touch her furred charms.
Somehow I got her muzzle from between my legs and up to my face so I could kiss her again. My feet found my sandals and I tied my robe shut as best I could, then tried my damnedest to fly down the stone stairs.. Where another mephit stood, a twin to the one I had just left, except this one was definitely male. Husband, Brother, Lover.. One does not ask about such things.
"How was she?"
In response I put 2 silver coins in his palm, twice as much as the room was worth.. And a hungry kiss on his muzzle. The third one I had carried lay pressed between the cheeks of the female whose fingers I still felt on my dick. And whose perfume I still smelled on my cheek, put there when her fingers slid across my skin one last time.
"Perhaps next time it will be You naked and on the bed, Hmmm?"
He returned the kiss even as his fingers closed over the coins firmly.
"Perhaps.." He growled lustily, a finger letting me know he would not have minded being my bed-partner, as it teased my erection. Did they draw straws, Take turns.. Again, One does not ask such things. I required a room and got a companion I shall treasure the memory of for many days to come.
Gods, The Time! First bell already? One more hot kiss did I steal from his lips and a firm squeeze on his rump before I fled for the marketplace - The early ones get good spots. The tardy get what is left.. Or wait for another day. I am not so rich I can skip a days barter.. Especially when Fall was in the air with Winter quickly following. Days when markets are closed, and coins horded until Spring returns again. When merchants such as myself can only find buyers in the castles that seem to be immune to the chill.. And while the son of a Noble may warm your bed, they also might have you thrown in jail for winking at another sexy Noblemale.. Or a hot gypsy, sans shirt and all muscle.
Mmmmmmmm.. Oh Sorry. Let me fill your cup again. Where was I? Oh yes, The market.
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My carts are where I left them and the line was short.. I dropped a copper in the waif's palm who had watched them all night, knowing everything of value was intact.. You had to know who to bribe, and how much. The trick is to look poor enough the thieves will leave you alone but rich enough the guards will let you inside.
A tweak of his canine ear and the scamp growled, rubbing my robe with his muzzle.. I still remember the feeling of being hungry in the early mornings. But did it have to be a wolfcub... Wolves are too rough for my liking - They tended to bite in the throes of passion.. As the scars on my arm from an ex-lover will attest to. Worth every tooth mark even so.
Ah, So now you know.. Not that I am saying every wolf bites during sex.. Just every one who has lain under me. Not that I am implying that you.. My Story? Oh the waif..
I remembered how it was to be hungry in the wee hours.. And how a warm cock felt in my mouth, filling more than just my stomach.. Besides, I had a problem that needed taking care of - Otherwise I would dream of my mephit lover and not keep my mind on the bartering.
"Another full copper - After you fini.. Aaaaaaaa!"
I had barely gotten out the word 'copper' and his head vanished under my robe, on his knees, sucking my my dick with a hunger. If he was weaned, someone forgot to tell him.. Gods, how he sucked. And bit.. But not hard, more a 'Hurry Up There!' kind of nipping. And it worked - I gripped the cart, rubbing the lad's ears as he gulped down my semen, lightly scratching my legs. And didn't stop when my maleness softened in his mouth.. He gently sucked and lapped at my cock-tip, rubbing my nuts. Then swallowed them when he was sure I was drained. Sharp teeth followed by velvety softness as his tongue wrapped around my balls made me grip the cart tighter..
"Are you practicing, or are you that hungry?" I panted, gasping as he giggled, working my scrotum in his muzzle until it was soggy and my dick was rising from the grave, responding to his gentle caresses. I am sure if his face could be seen it would most resemble a chipmunk, with my nuts pushing his cheeks out.
A guard walked by, with a smirk and a message.. "One candlemark.. Get ready Good Merchants."
A long slow lick along my cock, followed by a kiss on the tip that make my legs go weak and my tormentor removed his head from my robe.. I fished out a copper of full weight and dropped it, having trouble seeing straight. I didn't hear it hit the stones so I gathered the cub had snatched it up.
"Thank 'ee ser.. Iffn ye needs another muzzlin, Yee justs be asken fer Redde."
Definitely a streetcub.. Who was gone after I tweaked his cute ear again. There but for the grace of the AllBeing Church went I.. Literally. My stomach made it's emptiness known, An answering rumble from a fellow merchant made us both grin.
Breakfast was warmed tea and hard biscuit, shared with a feline who managed to talk me out of some good silver chain - For a box of rosewater in vials. I, Of course, Allowed him to think he has gotten the better of the bargain... But when Winter froze the flowers, I sold cloth with a few drops of that rosewater for a much better price than I could have gotten for the silver..
I know I said that I avoided the castles and their back-stabbing occupants like a drunkard avoids the press-gang, but I was not a rich merchant, and had to go where the buyers were. Stashing our goods in secret places as the gates opened, We trudged our carts in. A silver vanished into a guards pocket as he directed me to one of the better spots - Not so far from the gates that I will be invisible, but not so close as to be seen as having lower class goods.
I always carry a little of everything because steel pots sell faster than gold rings.. But gold rings still sell. I unpacked my 2 carts, setting them up so I could drape cloth over the handles and make a tent of sorts with a pair of poles in the front. I knew it would be warm later in the day, and cool water - at a half-copper per cup - will be welcomed by the passers by. I am not much for wine or other spirits.. Besides, One never knows what may have fallen in the town wells.
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By the Mid-day bell I had sold enough to be comfortable. And glad I was of it.. One more 'Fishwife' - You know the kind.. They smell strongly of cheap perfume and would argue to the last half-copper even if their souls were on the block - And I would have gladly slapped a metal pot over their head, kicked their too fat asses and bid them be elsewhere. But the cloth was bare of such items, and the more expensive things I kept close to the carts.. Just because one paid the Thieves guild didn't mean they wouldn't 'Lighten one's burden', as they put it.
It turned into a pleasant if warmish Midday bell, and I decided to stay until Last bell. The more I sold of my old stock, The more I could replace for the next city.. But I wouldn't have to haggle so much, take my time, enjoy the sights.. A priest came by, took a cup of water - freely given. Blessed me and my lineage.. I had to stifle a laugh at his wish that I be fruitful, have many healthy kits/cubs/children. My hands still felt the ghost of the wooden rods as I was taught to read, write, think for myself..
The first time I touched a cock other than my own. The taste of hot flesh on my tongue, followed soon after by salty semen. The claws of the priest who took my virginity.. And gave me more love than any abandoned human child could ever want. I knew my path long before I left the church, both in business and in love - And every time I hear the bells tell the time I remember the drones of the brothers who made sure I knew how to spell my name by day, and to wriggle my bony butt when the candles were lit at night.
I wonder if the rat truly understood why I kissed his furry cheek when I took the cup back. But it didn't matter - I wasn't a seller of flesh on a street. Nor did I own slaves.. Not that I didn't fantasize about such things.. Especially when I had such a lovely bed-partner the night before. I usually wasn't so taken by females.. But she was - Special somehow.
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"Do you barter?"
A silver coin hit my bowl and I shook my head to clear it. Barter meant less coins, but more goods to sell.. Unless the being wished to trade Other things. I had not had a good back rub since 4 townships ago. And did it ever ache sometimes..
"Of course I.."
She stood in front of me, holding a piece of amber in her hand. Barely clothed enough to be called modest, even that hid nothing, as her nipples lifted in the cooler air under the tent cloth. Her hips was turned slightly, tail lifted above the dirt, patterns of color changing as it swayed.
"You did not finish your work last evening.."
She moved closer, pulling the pins that held the cloth onto the piles, letting it drop to hide us as her clothing fell in a heap at her feet, displaying all of her her mephit beauty in the muted light. A momentary shock went through me at the thought of what now lay bare for anyone to grab.. Then laughed softly. If someone stole those ugly beaten copper plates, they would be doing me a favor. The true treasure stood before me, moving close enough to undo my robe, and push it off my shoulders.
"Mmmmm - Someone remembers me. And I bet you have better oil than the lamplight we used..."
Was that lamp oil? It's a wonder we didn't smell of coal.. I gasped as she kissed me, pulling my body to hers, grabbing my butt roughly, clawed fingers digging in. Mine were doing the same to her furry rump, caressing and squeezing and fondling the mounds I had lusted after since our parting. The traitor between my legs was just as happy to be mashed between our bellies, throbbing in her fur, as to be caressed by those so beautifully strong fingers..
When she let me breathe again, I gasped "Wait.." And quickly rummaged up an appropriate leather pouch for my gift to the one I would never forget. But first I wanted to test it.. After all he only Said it was Rosewater. Shaking a vial, I turned back to her with a grin of my own.. Then snatched up her breasts in my hands, tweaking her nipples between thumb and fingers.. The heady scent of the flower rose to my nostrils even as her moans made me stop - Reluctantly.
"Rosy nipples deserve a rose scent, But quietly.. If the guards hear, I will have to at the least share you. And I don't want to share you..."
I dropped the pouch on her 'clothing', Turned to my pile again, This time to dip my middle finger to the last knuckle in some very slippery and pretty pricey oil. But it was going for a good cause.. I took her in my arms, and pulled her cheeks apart, teasing her rosebud.. Then speared it with my finger, thrusting it in and out, making sure her passage was very slick. Teased her by rolling it inside her anus, them let it slip out entire so I could squeeze her rump, not wanting to ever let them go. Stroked and rubbed and gripped the so lovely ass I adored, while nibbling on a rounded eartip.. Then I pushed her against a cart, lifted out a square of cloth I wouldn't mind being ruined - Again it was going to a good cause.
"If you must, Bite this.. As I said, I don't want to share you."
The lovely creature growled, eyes burning like grey torches into mine as we kissed, My cock pushing against her hole, forcing it open.. To close around my bulbous head, getting a half muted grunt, indeed biting into the cloth as I rubbed her belly. Teased a dark-furred breast. I didn't move for a long moment, letting us both get used to what was inside her - Then pushed in slowly but firmly, a hard slap on her butt as she wriggled it such a way as to make my nuts ache.. Like they didn't already. I tongued her ear and thrust in deep, feeling her muscles give way to my member.. Again I stopped - But this time so I wouldn't cum as she squeezed me tightly, letting a muffled growl out, clawed fingers gripping the cart firmly.
I worried I might be too rough in my lust, Until she surged back and up, taking the last few inches right up to the hilt, actually forcing my sack into her cheeks. My body responded by pushing forward, further mashing the poor orbs into the tight valley.. Neither of us cared at the moment, wanting only to feel skin against skin, Her anal ring being tickled by my crotch hair. The hand that was on her belly slid up as I cupped he chin, turning her head and removing the cloth long enough to kiss her, getting a hungry muzzle press back. Much as I wanted to stay that way forever, my member had other ideas, wanting more friction and less foreplay. So my hips pulled back, making us both groan.. And thrust in hard. Pushing the cloth back into her mouth, My hands mashed her breasts, nipples being roughed up by my palms as I slowly pounded her so tight, so beautiful ass with my crotch and belly.
I even bit her tail in the heat of passion.. She laughed afterward when I tried to apologize - Human teeth are nothing compared to a carnivores, as the shredded rag I still carry to this day can attest. In and Out. Thrust and counter-thrust. Rough, hard slow mating that made us both grunt and snarl and probably say some stupid things.. I don't know what females use as an excuse, but we males lose blood when we are erect. And despite her half-screamed exclamations that I had a bone in my penis, I must regretfully deny any such rumor. I did make sure the lovely lady orgasmed at least as many times I had with her.. And a few more for good measure as any merchant should when bartering.
I am not completely a novice when it comes to female anatomy, I just haven't had many chances to explore a naked one.. Especially a struggling, sweating, wriggling double-armful of mephit female who made me fall in love, lust and probably a few other emotions I am glad was muffled in her dark furred neck... While the idea of running an inn with her as the hostess and my lover would be great enjoyment, We would soon tire of each other.. And then what? Pain. Harsh words spoken in anger, not truly meant. Even so, I probably proposed to her back and shoulders several times while I held her hot body, Trying to kiss, bite or just plain keep my mouth occupied with something besides making stupid noises.
She had a cloth, my fists, and the cart to bite on as I found the 'Button of Joy' my teachers talked about. Of course at an all-male school, this was purely theory - Our joy buttons were at the end of our dicks and deep in out butts, Always ready to be stimulated by our elders and fellow students. I am just glad her body was so resilient.. When I first found, then teased the round fleshy bump she froze. I thought I was doing something wrong so I used what nails my fingers possessed to scratch lightly across the surface, praying I was doing it right...
When she finally did respond, I thought perhaps she had been stung by a bee.. Or, indeed I was doing it wrong and was going to remove my hand, hoping that I could make it up to her somehow. That was until her hand slammed mine back into place, Her fur poofed up, She screamed and almost bit he cloth in half. Then she tried to pull my dick out by the roots, alternating with slamming her rump painfully into my crotch, and grinding her sex against my palm. My hand got drenched in something warm, and I wondered if making a female piss herself was a good sign or not. My other hand got bitten yet again, as she sucked and tugged on my fingers in such a way I was beginning to think maybe a couple of guards to help quench her passions wasn't such a bad idea after all..
We hit nirvana together as she did something with her insides that squeezed, stroked and plain milked what little seed I had left from my bruised, but still happy balls, spurting as deep in her as I could shove my dick, belly mashing her tail between us. I really hadn't bothered noticing it much, but not that I could see again I noticed it was like a brush, a cushion, a living feather of black and white and grey fur that I caressed and kissed - And Bit. She laughed and lay half bent over, sweat and other liquids running down her thighs, moaning as I touched her fur both up and down as far as I could reach as if to imprint her body in my memory. One more soft heave of her belly as I touched her open folds, So much like a flower. Exploring what I never had a chance to before. Then she pulled my hand away, placing it on her chest, and I gently tweaked her nipples, giving her one long lip-press as she held my head to hers.
Even as I went soft inside her, we kept kissing. Now when I say Soft, I mean not-hard.. There was no way I was going to shrink down to the acorn that usually lived between my legs. Not while she kept rubbing her rear into my front.. But all things must pass and we slowly pulled away. I looked at her, devouring the contrasts in light and shadow that played over her body.. Making her laugh.
"Are you sure you are Gay? The way you stare I would think you wanted me under you.. Or over you."
I would have gladly given half of my worldly possessions if I could have gotten erect for her when she stroked me with her clawed fingers again. But, alas I am but a poor male, Not one of the great lovers told in songs about wine cups and blazing fires. She barked out a laugh as she put her skirt on, adding a drop of the scented water to her breasts.. My eyes watching as if hypnotized as she rolled them around, grinning at me all the while. Lifted one to lick the round nipple with a pink tongue that swirled around the bump as if it were a different body part... And I swear on my money scales even with this vision before me, The best I could do was a few throbbing jerks from my abused member and a soft pat on her so beautiful rear.
"Perhaps when next we meet.. Gosa be merciful, what a besotted fool I am. All this time And I don't know your name, Flower of the Dusk.."
The wanton minx smiled, took my face in her hands and kissed me with such desire I believed that maybe I might yet swim on the other side of the River..
"That is as it should be, Llewin the Merchant. An Innkeeper's daughter would do well to catch one such as you. But with no kits to keep me company while you plied your trade, I would be lonely. And going with you would only spoil whatever fun a male - or female - might have with you.. For I would have to share you with them. And you would have to share me.. So I shall keep my name until I see you again. I shall see you again.."
Even half-serious, she made me shiver from toes to ears. Whoever took her hand for a mate had better be someone damn special.. I found myself jealous of them already. Shook, Nodded.. Kissed her hand, press the amber into it while stifling the voice that cried it was worth at least 3 silver coins, reminding it Ladies of this caliber can fetch 20 silvers or more - Per patron. Scrambled after my robe when a crier shouted, "Two candle marks till closing.. Two candle marks till closing.."
How had a lifetime's bliss been compressed into a single candle mark's passing? I shook my head, offered my lover - For she was now truly etched in my heart as well as my head.. And other places - A cup of water, downing one myself. Walked her to the gates, then kissed her again.. Much to the delight of the passerby, who whistled and made comments about the shapely mephit anatomy on display. Watched her rump sway as she walked off.. Watched 2 farmers run into each other and fall in a heap, neither of them taking their eyes off the black mounds of female backside, with their twin scimitars of white that caught the eyes and didn't let go.
Afterwards.. I bought some things, Managed to pawn off those horrendous plates to a 'collector' who thought he was getting the better of me. Hah! All I left to do was pack and tidy up so when the Last bell rang, I got my twin carts in line with a caravan headed for another town. It was nice to ride on a wagon instead of having to push/pull my goods for a change. And the panther lad beside me was cute, Keeping me up during the day with strong tea.. And all night with his raspy tongue and so sexy butt. More scars.. Why do I draw carnivores to me? Smooth skin, Good in bed.. I have no idea. There were others, both male and female who shared my bed - Or I shared theirs.. But First Love is always the most precious.
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I did meet her again - A harsher than usual winter closed the passes and kept me away for two full seasons. But I managed.. And by the Gods, She was just as beautiful as I remembered.. With two cubs clinging to her tail and another on the way. Slapped my butt when I kissed her, All the same. Growled when I tried to compliment her.. The amber I gave her that day now lay between her breasts, held there by a silver chain.. Said her husband - Also a mephit but with all black fur - was off at the market.. One merchant she didn't let go of it seems. I was welcome to stay if I liked.. He didn't mind bedding other males, and she enjoyed watching..
Licked her lips and I knew watching was not all she enjoyed doing... But I declined. I was tired of the road, and had set down roots myself. I had mostly come to see her.. And her younger brother, who was the male I met on the stairs that day. You has best believe I stole him from that place.. Took him in every way - Including my mate.
He should be.. Ah! There you are Love - I was just telling this wandering bard about the day I met your sister. You are staying for supper, as the night will be cold. The air has a chill already.. When the day is warm again, will be soon enough for a young rascal like yourself to be on the road.
Don't worry, Jhone likes his males with round bellies and white hair - What little I have left. Unless he has been lying to me all these years... No, He usually goes around naked like that. Says it helps his concentration. I can gaze on his rump for hours, So you won't hear any complaints from me... He paints and sculpts and makes plates.. Which I have to sell - Artiste's believe that gold drops from trees like ripe fruit. I tease him, but he is pretty good. Dinner should be just about ready - Help an old man up, would you..
Oops.. Sorry. Didn't meant to squeeze your - Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute butt? Most wolves rears are bony, but yours is nicely rounded.. And bite - Every wolf lover I have known bit me. Not that I am implying you.. Would you like some wine? It's a little strong for my taste but Jhone loves it. Sip it, you still have to tell us about the world outside our little village.. A little more? You really do have a cute butt...
The End