2. Fangs and fluff
Story by Cephee on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Despite her promise, nothing really happened for the next weeks. Several weeks. A strange routine imposed itself.
Sleep – Work – Eat – Fuck – Sleep.
Boring.
Lame as fuck.
He began to regret his actions. Fucking his succubus might be way more pleasant than jerking off, it was like using a living onahole.
Despite her promise, she didn't use her power to spice the everyday sex. She even said she need that to feed herself, and took no pleasure doing it.
Sure, it was nice to see a familiar face each time he went back home, finding a ready and tasteful meal for him, but it sounded like a normal and very human life. If he wanted that kind of life, he'd rather buy a sexual slave on the deepweb. They are cheaper than the demonology book he spent years and killed for.
But he didn't know how to send her back to Hell, so he carried on.
Until a night.
A night, when he expected nothing but a night like any other night, he was surprised to find a very big creature in his kitchen. He didn't had enough time to flee the creature punched him to the ground and knock him out from consciousness.
As he woke, he was on his bed, naked. The whole room was dark. The creature was sit on his crotch. It was heavy. Covered in pitch black hairs. Glowing red eyes staring him. Judging him. Afraid as he was, frozen, he couldn't move, just fixing this stare.
The creature snout got closer, growling, aggressive, frightening. Its smell was strong, very feral, very wild, but still very… dog like.
As he held his breath, the creature suddenly smirked, then licked his noose. Seeing his confusion, she restrained a laugh, but failed and giggled loudly.
- Is that you ? He asked hesitantly.
She giggled even more.
It's not funny, he said poutly.
Sorry, Mortal. If even you could see your face, you'd laugh too.
Fucking succubus, he though.
She lit the light, and revealed her whole form to him. A big. Bad. Werewolf.
One of his favorite anthro.
Blacker than coal. Bigger and heavier than him. A wolf like head with expressive round ears, red eyes, yellowish fangs so long they protrude from the lower jaw, a deep fur that looked comfy to touch. She wore no visible boobs, only two lines of discreet nipples hidden under the fluffy hairs.
I know you love furry chicks, your laptop is full of that shit. So ? Do you like what you see ?
Why did you wait so long ? He said hardly.
Her ears betrayed her deception.
- My powers need a big amount of energy, and transformation is a very high level power, she explained flatly. I had to accumulate many vital energy to do it. That's why.
His ignorance was awkward to her.
Tell me, Mortal, why are you so weak, she asked.
I'm not that weak,
You. Are. Weak. I can rape you this instant if I want it. And maybe you'll even like it.
So try it, you whore.
So she tried.
She ripped his shirt in one stroke of her claw, leaving bleeding cuts on his torso. She lapped them with gusto, tasting fresh blood as she depend on it. She suddenly stopped to lap, then pulled his pant forcefully, quickly followed by his underwear. He wasn't soft, nor hard. Aroused but still a bit frightened.
Without a word, she took his shaft in her long muzzle, deep enough to not even gag on his length. Nursing more than licking, she made him hard in ten seconds flat. Satisfied, she spit his cock and straddled him, engulfing his prick in one swift motion. Ready or not, she didn't let him the time to savor her warm spade she started bouncing on his lap, more focused on her own pleasure than his. She was going so hard on his hips he winced in pain.
She had her first orgasm after some minutes of this treatment, he felt her vagina pulse strongly on his shaft, but she didn't even slow down, only kept going on her rhythm, as her stamina was infinite.
After something like twenty orgasms – she lost account after the tenth, he didn't dare to count – she felt him paint her depth in white. She stopped bouncing, finally,
Who allowed you to cum ?
Me.
How pitiful of you. You'll have to clean your mess.
Joining the speech to act, she got up from his laps and straddled his face. He had little time to admire her dripping very dog-like pussy close-up before she buried his nose inside this plump spade.
- Lick.
So he licked. The strong taste of his cum mixed with her sweet juice invaded his tongue. The best taste of this world, he tough. She almost purred as he plunged deep in her folds, searching for more of this divine taste he'll become addict to.
After an other orgasm, he didn't find any of his cum anymore, only her juice.
She made him stop not long after by rolling on the bed, feeling sore and thirsty after secreting so much liquids.
That was nice, he said.
Yes.
Did you turn back in your form soon, or stay like this a little more ?
I don't know. How do you want me ?
Stay like that, a least for the night.
He embraced her, burying his face into her warm fluffy fur, falling to a nice sleep in mere seconds.
Author's notes :
The next chapter will starring a feral mythical creature.
I'm open to suggestions and ideas. Feel free to send me a message.
It's the very first time I write a story in English. As it's not my native language, mistakes will be made. Corrections are welcome.