Whisperwillow
I wrote this as a means of coping with a rough time I went through last year. I almost finished it but left it to languish for several months. I decided to return to it, clean it up a bit, etc. What follows is an absolutely shamelessly self-indulgent scene, call it an aperitif, that maybe someone else will enjoy. My big goal aside from the smut was to convey a deep-seated love without having a lot of exposition beforehand. Thanks for reading.
"What are you waiting for? Come on, put it in!"
I shook my head and snapped out of my trance. Whisperwillow crouched on all fours on the bed in front of me. I was reminded of why I had fallen under her spell: her scaly tail flagged, each gentle flick of its tip providing an invitation; Her playful impatience, belying her nervousness, betrayed as it was by the quiet trembling of her hips; Her round rump wiggling as if to play off the trembling, but I saw through it, if only because I felt the same nerves; and of course, the treasure currently displayed for me, slightly agape, visibly displaying its eagerness.
It would be rude to keep Whisp waiting any longer.
"Sorry, cute butt. You just--" --I began to mount my love--"have this mesmerizing effect on me." I scooted my hips behind hers, until my pink length dangled between her fuzzy taupe legs. I grabbed her tail in one of my hands and stroked it as I bent over her, one last bit of foreplay before we mated in earnest.
She sighed and trembled a little harder, clearly impatient but enjoying my teasing. She shifted her weight to three of her limbs as she reached back to seize me in her left hand. "There is plenty of time for you to be mesmerized after you've filled me up. Come here, silly boy." She looked down between her legs, inexpertly guiding me into her. As my tip brushed against her vulva, I instinctively jerked forward, causing us to both almost lose our balance as Whisp gasped. I managed to stop myself before I was more than a few inches deep - I think we both wanted to savor this, after all. I realized I was still clutching the base of her tail. My own tail flicked sheepishly. "Sorry," I whispered against her dish-shaped ear.
"Ugh. What are you sorry for? I need this." Whisp bruxed and arched her back, showing me her discontentment was in jest, but I got the sense that it would not be if I continued to hold back. I guessed maybe I was wrong about her wanting to savor our union. Obliging her wishes, I sank my tapering length deeper into her until I felt my hips flush against her butt and my crown kiss the ring of her cervix.
A perfect fit.
I wordlessly signaled my quiet contentment by throbbing inside of her, a gesture she returned in kind by contracting around me. Whisp moved her arm to support herself again and I nuzzled against her cheek. I gave her one last stroke of the base of her tail before I bent over her and began to make shallow thrusts, drawing my length out less than one third of the way before firmly but lovingly hilting myself in my love's tunnel. Each thrust felt slightly easier than the last, evidence to suggest both of our bodies were producing copious lubricant to ensure a successful copulation.
Whisp mewled, leaning her head to the left to rub against my whiskered snout. "Ngh... faster. I wanna feel your balls... feel them slap against me."
"What do you say?" I purred into her ear, continuing my rhythmic thrusting and sporadic throbbing.
"P-please...please, faster," my love pleaded, taking matters into her own hands by beginning to gently rock her hips. Her concentration was so diminished that she matched my movements, meaning that my thrusts into her were mimicked by her rocking forward, but I didn't blame her. If anything, I found the haphazardness of her rolling hips all the more arousing.
I steadied myself over her, moving my hands from her tail to cup each of her breasts. I squeezed the petite mounds with just enough pressure to feel her breath catch and her pussy clench before I pistoned into her with more force, rocking her frame forward as I caught her off guard. I gave my murine lover little time to recover, pulling my hips as far back as I could without risking prematurely ending our connection, then drove my length with similar speed. I kept up this hard rutting, my pace more than doubled the initial gentle fucking I was giving her. I noticed myself panting as I slid in and out of Whisp's deeper recesses and steadied myself by squeezing her boobs a little more firmly, her small pink nipples poking out between the gap in my index and middle fingers.
Whisp's tail coiled around my abdomen and she openly moaned. "Ohh, oh god... yes, finally..." Her contractions happened regularly now, gripping in time with my retreats from her as if to hold my cock hostage. I began thrusting a little faster still. The timing and force had my cocktip leaking pre regularly, likely smearing it against the her cervix. The fragment of a coherent thought made me shudder and I licked Whisp's cheek out of reflex.
As I continued my pace, the wet sounds of the mixing of my pre with her nectar began to be accompanied by soft plap, plap, plap sounds. My love's own panting began to sound more and more like gasps as she whimpered out "Ah.. hah.. your balls.. hitting my clit!'
I panted into her ear: "You like it, don't you?" as my sack continued to smack gently against her.
She could only respond by nodding breathlessly and squeezing my cock harder.
"Does it make you feel like a good breeder?" I said, barely a murmur against her. She moaned and arched her back into more of a lordosis posture, exemplifying her desire by submitting to me fully.
The speed and messiness of our mating was beginning to push me closer to the edge. My steady rapid humps into her had my cocktip squeezing against her cervix in the lewdest kiss. Whisp began to make small squeaks that accompanied the pattering of my balls against her. My love's contractions began to become more and more erratic and the thought of her nearing orgasm drew me closer as well. "Whisp, love..." I said between huffs. "I'm getting close. When I cum I want you to focus on each throb. Count them for me. Can you do that, dear?"
Whisperwillow gave me the meekest, tiniest nod in response. Gods she is so cute.
Panting against Whisp's neck, I knew my time was short. My humps became erratic and the gasping from my love had my testicles drawn up, ready to relinquish their gift to Whisp. Finally, with one last thrust, I pressed my hips as firmly against her ass as possible. The steady force caused my love's arms to give out and she collapsed onto her chest, pinning my hands between her breasts and the mattress.
I clutched Whisp's scruff in my teeth in a gentle bite. My seed began pouring forth from my cock in rapid pulses, putting pressure against her ring. My love was greedily milking me, lost in the throes of her own orgasm as I continued to nourish her.
"Count for me, girl," I commanded softly. "Out loud."
Whisp exhaled in a huff, having forgotten to breathe amidst the pleasure. "Seven... eight... ugh don't stop... nine, ten... can't... I can't focus..."
I couldn't blame her, as I felt all but lost in our shared ecstasy. The deep connection between us both literal and metaphorical had me giving into my basest desires... and that was okay. "It's okay, love, you did good." I said with a kiss, to which she turned her head and returned against my lips.
We lied like this for several tender moments, my ejaculation diminishing to a trickle and her squeezing of my rod slowing. We kissed each other with a playful, satisfied contentedness accompanied by the simple but profound pleasure of feeling the warmth of each other's bodies. Neither of us were in any hurry to go anywhere, and in that realization a sublime sensation welled up within me.
"I love you, my Whisperwillow."