Sex & Strap-Ons

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Date Night for Ladies

Date night. Some furries said that it wasn't necessary, it wasn't something that they had to schedule every week when they'd been together as long as they had...but Angie loved it still. Stretching out across the queen-sized bed that she shared with her girlfriend of four years, the bear could not help anticipating everything, her brown fur smoothed down flat, even as she rested there in nothing more than her purple lingerie. Everything fitted perfectly, a set that she had chosen carefully, though she knew that her girlfriend would appreciate it when she re-emerged from their little dressing room.

"Are you coming out yet?" The Grizzly bear called out, though her eyes were half-lidded, fingers creeping down her belly already, wanting attention. "I'm waiting..."

Her voice was low and thick with want and need, though the answer that came from the raven was lost in a cawing laugh. Emily really did have a deep caw on her, throaty and raspy, but, before they'd even known each other, that had been one of the things that had drawn Angie to her in the first place. A meeting across the room at a LGBTQ bar, a really chill place that was wound down on a Saturday evening with a steady flow and chatter of patrons: it was as if it had all been meant to happen.

The bear murmured, shifting her hips, a pillow under her head so that she was quite comfortable, tail twitching against her rump, though it was trapped between her buttocks and the bed. Being a bear, Angie was on the curvier side, but she liked her thick, strong figure. That was at least something that she enjoyed about living within commuting distance of the capital city with Emily; with more furries there of all different shapes and sizes, they were more accepting of her. Not that anyone should ever have looked twice at someone who portrayed the body type of their species, when she was physically healthy and happy, but they did anyway. She still rather liked being around others more that didn't think or blink twice at her appearance.

"Hello, darling..."

Her girlfriend. Oh. There was nothing and no one better that could have possibly swept all thoughts of confusion and others from her mind like Emily did. She didn't have to let anything else at all enter her mind when she was there with Emily, after all. She didn't have to worry about anything, not when the raven stood so tall and so proud, claws tapping against the bare wood of their bedroom floor. The avian's legs were long and slender, divine to look at, her shape accentuated by a sharply laced crimson corset accentuated with white gemstones and lacing. The touch of white added a lighter, more innocent edge to the ensemble, though there was no need for matching panties with the strap-on harness tightened around her hips, the big cock protruding from the front, already secured snugly through the ring right at the base.

"Mmmm..."

Angie couldn't help herself, eyes raking over her girlfriend's form, again and again, wanting to drink her all in, to drink her all down, repeatedly. Of course, Emily didn't wear a bra, though she did have breasts as an anthro, the corset cutting across her body beneath the bust. The raven always liked to be on show, the black feathers of her head sleek and slicked back, gleaming with a touch of oil that Angie would not have honestly said that Emily needed. The raven looked glorious whenever she was around, whatever she was wearing. Still as smitten as she was the very first day she laid eyes upon her...

Emily smirked - well, as well as a raven could with a long, black beak like that. It was all in her eyes, sparkling and blue, glittering with misdemeanours of the erotic kind that Emily simply couldn't wait to launch into.

"I see you are all ready for me, my darling," she all but purred, but a raven would never purr, even if that lustful, sultry tone belonged on her beak. "But you are overdressed..."

Angie shivered.

"Maybe you should undress me then... Mistress."

Oh, it was right to say that, for the tall raven was so very dominating without even trying at all. It simply came naturally to her in the bedroom, something that Emily embodied, though she was always careful to take care and consent, always, with her partner. That was one thing that Angie adored about her, even though there was so very much to love about Emily. So many things, in fact, that Emily had once had Angie list them all out for her while the spanked the Grizzly bear over her lap.

That had been a good night. An excellent night.

"Oh, I see what kind of mood you're in tonight," Emily murmured, clicking the edges of her beak together likely as she stalked towards Angie, as if up on her toes with the heels of her feet barely touching the floor. "I can deliver that...my sweet, submissive bear. Now... Strip for me. Make it a show, honey. I'm watching."

Angie shivered, but she knew what to do. There was nothing much to think about when it came to stripping off her lingerie, though she still felt hotter under her fur than before, even if she should have been nice and cool with her casual state of undress. She slipped off the edge of the bed, posing there for a moment, slightly bent over at the waist, her fingers running up her oblique muscles at her sides, though, in her case, they were covered by a soft layer of flesh and fur. It was how Angie was meant to be, after all...

She took her time, a smile on her lips, brushing her hair back so that it did not seek to hide her breasts at all. The bra unhooked at the back, a little trickier to handle, but she had more than enough flexibility in her shoulders to do the trick, especially with such a sweet goal in mind. Giving a little shimmy that ran down her body from her chest to her hips, she wiggled her tail, slowly unclasping her bra and releasing the pressure around her chest.

"Oh..."

Angie exhaled as she slipped first one arm and then the other out of the straps of her bra, as if she was shy to reveal herself - but not really. She was proud of herself, but she wanted to see the hunger for her in her mistress' eyes grow and grow, to swell to such a level that her girlfriend simply couldn't hold herself back for a single moment more. She could see it right then and there, the cock of Emily's hips, the flutter of her black tail feathers, catching the eye and the dim, flattering light of the bedroom.

She knew that strap-on was waiting for her, the thick length of silicone pleasure, though it was not something they had done for a while. And that was something that got Angie wetter between the legs than she felt she had any right to be, groaning softly as she bent over, fingers hooked into her underwear. Pausing there, for just a moment, she dragged it out, anticipation crackling with electric heat in the air between them.

She felt Emily's eyes on her. She knew Emily's eyes were on her. Exactly where they were meant to be.

"Lower, darling..."

Oh, she would do that willingly, wanting to obey, loving everything of the moment, though all she wanted was to be fucked, to take that lust and love to the next level. But she had to obey her mistress and ran her underwear over her buttocks, down her legs, revealing her bare fur. The pink of her pussy, surely, was already dripping and wet, matting the fur lightly right at the top of her thighs, though she shivered deliciously as she stepped out of her panties, finally standing there before her mistress in nothing but her bare fur, her brown hair curling and bouncing lightly around her shoulders.

And then Emily was on her, adoring her with soft kisses from her beak, light pecks, though she took Angie's breath away, hands sliding over the bear's body, though her arms were a little different to most other anthros where her wings and her arms were one and the same. When they'd first gotten together, Angie had asked Emily whether she could fly like that, though hadn't had the heart to tell Emily that she hadn't meant it as a joke when the raven had laughed so hard that she'd spat out her cocktail into a napkin.

"Oh, my darling," she murmured, pushing over the bear, cradling her, hands everywhere, seemingly, on her body at once. "I'm going to make you scream my name tonight."

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