Dead World: Survival, Violence, and Sex
Sorry this took so long but Real Life has been a bitch due to all the stuff I have to deal with. College and work are my main time takers, but still, I will try to work more often on my stories! Hope you enjoy it, this took alot of time and effort!
Dead World: Survival, Violence, and Sex
The large black fox stood facing the wolfish Creature. He calmly shifted his stance into that of a defensive posture that is distinctly recognizable as a Monk's Fighting Stance. She snarls and charges him with speed that made her features blur slightly. He watched this impassively and internally noted that she must be a mix of Stalker and wolf. Her momentum led to her literal downfall.
As she rushed him, he lowered his stance, allowing him to strike out with one arm, latch onto her leg, grab her arm, and flip her over to land on her back. The air whooshed out of her. He struck with an open palm right between her breasts, further causing the diaphragm to spasm and not intake any air. Her eyes bulged and then closed. He struck again and air flowed into her as the spasm did the reverse effect. He smiled. She wasn't that good in a straight fight. Probably more assassin style fighting. He was glad he had taken lessons from the monk.
He crawled out and walked back to the corpse of the Creature. He bowed his head and murmured a prayer.
"May the Goddess take you to her bosom. A life cut short by a lack of information, give it rest and paradise. Moonlights blessing."
He stood up and pulled a shovel from his pack. He began to dig the grave. After a few hours he finished digging the hole and stepped back wiping his brow. It was hot, and his fur wasn't helping. He gently picked the corpse up and set it down inside the hole. Murmuring another prayer of forgiveness he began to refill the hole. He heard the sound of weeping and turned to see the wofless half-breed standing crying behind him. He sighed and looked away continuing the burial.
An hour later they had returned to the cave and were sitting once more around the fire. The fox still had said nothing more and neither had the wolf. Suddenly she stood up and walked over in front of him. He turned and looked at her with curious eyes. She blushed a bit, then reached back to slowly unhook her armor, a Kevlar vest, and pull her shirt off. As she began to remove her shirt, a hand stopped her. The fox had stood up with sad eyes.
"Don't do this because you think you have to or because you think you have some debt to pay...I don't ever want that sort of intimacy."
She smiled at him. Slowly she stuttered out a sentence.
"Y-yo-you sho-show c-c-c-compassion t-t-t-to fall-fall-fallen f-f-family! I-I- w-w-want t-t-too g-g-give som-somet-thing b-back!"
Her voice was slightly deep but had a softness to it that turned the fox on. He nodded slowly and slowly began to remove his under-fur pads. A set of armor he made and created himself. A simple Kevlar vest with a mix of leather in it and lots of oil so as not to make noise. It was resilient, flexible, and silent. Soon he stood clad only in his fur, and she the same.
She walked over and turned to look away. A slight tint flushed the fur in her cheeks. He saw the hesitance and took the last step, removing all distance from their bodies. His arms gently wrap around her body, his muzzle nuzzles her neck, his tails caress her legs, and his wings enfold her comfortingly. He whispers into her ear,
"If you wish to stop, just say so."
She shudders in pleasure as she feels his warmth envelop her. She simply nods and slowly wraps her arms around him the best she can.
Her fur hid a hard exoskeleton underneath and he grinned. He had no worries now that she might be hurt by him. He laid her gently on her back and slowly kissed her muzzle. His lips gently caressing hers, their whiskers brushing together as he slowly began to trail kisses down her jaw line. She opened her mouth in a silent gasp of pleasure as his mouth trailed fire down her jaw then her neck, across her collar bone, and finally down to her breasts. He smiled, she was defiantly taking after her lupine ancestry here, she had 4 perfect breasts, small enough to fit in his hand and firm enough to give some resistance to his mouth as he slowly kissed the nipple of her right, top most breast and began to suckle.
She threw her head back in a very vocal sign of her pleasure. The howl echoed off the stones but did not escape thanks to the rock they had moved to close the room once more. The internal smile on the fox was a mile wide. He had found a tender spot. He spent roughly half an hour slowly working his way down all four of her breasts. She didn't have the full six but then she wasn't full anthro wolf.
His experienced mouth moved even further along her body, kissing her flat hard stomach, tracing the defined muscles which shivered as his hot mouth covered them, the dexterous tongue teased them. After a few minutes of this he once more moved downward to kiss her tender skin and fur around the slit that held her flower. Her body arched upwards as the nerves in her slit blazed with pleasure. His mouth covered the opening entirely, the dexterous tongue once more manipulating her body by teasing the nub that was her clit, before gently sliding inside. She groaned and writhed in ecstasy as her untouched slit was ravaged by a slow and gentle assault. The fox made sure to rub every millimeter of flesh inside her as he delved deeper.
When his tongue met a barrier he stopped and opened his eyes in surprise. The wolfess blushed furiously and looked away. He smiled and in a husky voice said.
"This will hurt, so we can stop now if that is what you wish. I have no want to cause you pain."
She replied, "T-then m-m-maybe it would b-b-be best to t-t-t-take the o-o-ther entrance!"
He arches his eyebrows in surprise but nodded his head gently. "I can do this, but I will need to lubricate my member, otherwise it would hurt. So do not fear, this will not cause you pain, and I have no wish to take you without permission."
He gently picked her up, surprised at how light she was, and held her in his arms. His member gently pressed against her slit, slowly beginning to enter. She moaned in pleasure as for the first time in her life, something entered that hole. A small penetration at first, only the size of a dime, followed by a thickening that stretched her to her limits. She howled in pure pleasure as the skin of his member formed a constant slide of pleasure along her clit. Her body began to secrete the nectar which he so loved to consume, but he would use it for something else this time. He slide deeper until a quarter of his member was inside, and then he felt her barrier.
He stopped and he felt her tense. He slowly pulled out and she gasped in surprise as once more her clit was stimulated, then he repeated the process of pushing in to the barrio and pulling out. She writhed and bucked, forcing him to go shallower and shallower in his forward movements. Finally when he could not even go in without fearing her accidentally puncturing herself, he stopped and left her slit. She whined in loss of the filling member, which quickly turned a pleased moan as he pressed against her pucker. His soaked member entered easily with almost no friction, she clenched and relaxed around him in a constantly alternating cycle. His member began to secrete pre as well, forming even more lubrication causing her to take him easier.
When the initial shock of penetration wore off she suddenly noticed the fullness, it was so pleasing and at the same time strange and unsettling. She had never experienced this and was still trying to make sense of it when her body arched almost bending into a perfect U as a pleasure wave ripped through her almost painfully. The fox smiled. He had found her Prostate. The anal G-spot. She writhed and almost screamed in pure pleasure as, for the first time in her life, she was ravaged by undiminished pleasure in a pure form.
The fox slowly pulled out, his tapered and smooth rod gliding from her well lubricated entrance, almost all the way out, only to be pushed back in and strike her prostate again. She screamed and leaned forward, locking her jaw onto his shoulder as her claws dug into his back. He simply laughed and latched onto her top breast, suckling the entire thing into his mouth. She slowly writhed against him, his slow assault bringing her closer and closer to this feeling like she was going to explode due to sheer pleasure. Moments later she moaned into his shoulder and did explode. Her slit began to weep nectar all over him as he slowed down further. His final pump was hard and caused her to explode all over him again.
His hot seed burst forth and sprayed into her. The burning hot seed made her feel complete somehow. She felt connected. She frowned in confusion. Why was it she couldn't pull away? Couldn't stand up? She looked down and noticed a slight bulge in her ass's entrance.
The fox laughed. "You didn't even noticed me tying with you did you?"
She shook her head confused and looked at him questioningly. He laughed and explained how at the base of his member was a bulge that would keep him and his partner held together for an hour or less depending on how much pleasure he had felt. He also explained the purpose of it and after a few minutes she nodded slowly in understanding.
She asked "ho-how long w-w-will it h-h-hold n-n-now?"
He kissed her gently and whispered, "It is going to be a very short hour since it won't be enough time spent with you."
He lay back and she followed willingly to lay on top of him, listening to his voice whenever his mouth wasn't buisy.