Storm of Lust-Part 1
This is part one of a story dealing with two married furres. This is a story with furres over the age of 18 dealing with concentual acts of yiff. This story is copyright to me, and Kongol is copyright to his respective creator, Stephen to me. If you are offended by homosexuality or yiff, don't read further. Part two will be a little more interesting, I promise. ;)
Lightning crashed outside the home of the Mogachi's, streaking across the darkened sky. It was the middle of the night; the soothing light that the moon brought was shadowed away by the crowding of clouds. Another strip of electricity scattered over the sky, followed by a large explosion in the heavens.
This caused Stephen to instantly sit up, his breath heavy as crimson hues glanced around his bedroom. He reached his lithe fingers up, brushing the stray locks of his black hair away from his face. Looking around, he realized it was but only a storm that rattled his room. Pushing the large quilt away from his nude form, he moved to stand, stretching his arms over his head. He really couldn't sleep now.
"Kongol my love...it seems that I..." he trailed off as he glanced behind him, his eyes widening to find his mate missing. He canted his head, guessing the storm had also woken him up and sent him to drifting. Stephen moved to sit on the edge of the bed, fingertips moving to lightly graze over his cheeks.
Kongol...that was his husband, the sweetest furre he ever knew. Stephen started to have flashbacks of sorts, closing his eyes as his large wolven ears stood erect.
He remember the first day they had become as one...the first day he had felt his lover bind with him. Though Kongol was considerably larger than Stephen...being that he was a titan who had resided high in the mountains. Kongol stood a massive thirteen feet tall, covered in thick tufts of white fur. His headfur was rather beautiful, falling down past his shoulders; it was also an ivory color...with a hint of a silver sheen casted to it. He was normally seen in full body armor, carrying around a very large war hammer. He looked fierce, and was certainly a formidable opponent...
But Stephen knew the real man...the man that was to be his forever. But Stephen was a bit different. He stood only seven feet in height, his fur all the color of midnight. His hair was short and spiked over, falling neatly around his face. He was an older furre...about forty-two in age. He had seen and done many things in life...but he was happy to have someone like Kongol near him.
Moving to stand once more, his angelic wings unfold from his back. They fan out, silken plumes laced with silver glisten as he walks, bushy wolf tail swaying behind him. He was out to find his mate, to see where he had gone. Though as another crash is heard outside, Stephen lightly ducks his head as a faint whimper escapes him. Though he was a lightning mage, some storms did rack his nerves.
The house they lived in was small, just a cozy cottage out in the forest. They put it together themselves before they were wed...something to call their own. The floorboards beneath Stephen's footpaws lightly creaked, his ears twisting attentively. His furry sheath was starting to show signs of excitement, as he very well couldn't help it. He still had thoughts of his mate etched within his mind...from his scent to his warm smile.
Suddenly a loud bang was heard from downstairs, and Stephen whirled around looking toward the steps.
"Well I'll be...damn it!" is what he heard rising from the kitchen.
Stephen laughed quietly to himself, and now knew where to go. He slipped down the stairs, peeking into the kitchen. He almost lost it as he saw Kongol covered in chocolate syrup and milk. He looked disgruntled, huffing slightly. Stephen started to laugh a musical tone echoing throughout the kitchen.
Kongol looked up, half-startled and half-embarrassed. He groaned as he started to run his claws through his lengthy strands, trying to pull the syrup free.
"Now what is all of this love?" he cooed, standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.
"Bah...damn food is startin' to bite back." Kongol muttered before standing. "Seems I had a bit of an accident...slipped and everything I held went flying." His over sized tail sways to and fro, sending streaks of milk and syrup flying all over the walls, and some on Stephen.
"Just because you have bad luck doesn't mean you need to share your consequences." Stephen huffed as he slinged the chocolate from his fur.
Kongol merely laughed and walked over to Stephen, looking down to him "As if it shows up on you...you're all black fer crying out loud! I'm the one who looks like I fell in some mud." He murmured.
Stephen blinked a moment before a devious grin fell over his muzzle. He grabbed Kongol by the arm before he could react, ran to the back door, opened it, and threw the titan out into the pouring rain. Kongol fell to the ground with a thud, but being as large as he was it did nothing but make him laugh.
Though the rain did help wash the contents from his fur, he wasn't going to let his lover get away that easy. He stood up slowly and suddenly started to run for the door. For someone his size, he was rather fast. Stephen meeped, trying to turn and run. But before he even had the chance, Kongol had pounced and pinned him to the ground.
"So...that is how ya wish to play it, hmmm?" He whispered into Stephen's ear. The wolf coughed and blushed slightly, clawing at the ground to try and get away. He was in for it now.
Kongol smirked and reached down, starting to tickle him senseless. Stephen reared his head back, starting to wail with helpless laughter. Even though the rain was causing them to get soaked, it seemed not to matter to them. Stephen panted quietly, looking over to Kongol...noticing how handsome he was, and especially how nude.
Stephen gulped, if Kongol kept rubbing against his body like that he doubted he could keep his composure. Laughs started to turn into faint moans, his ears to his head. His thick, pink shaft started to slowly peek from his furre sheath, his body trembling as he felt the heat rise from his body.
Kongol's nose twitched as his tickling paws ceased. His keen nose sniffed at the air, and even though all the rain and dirt...he could smell that scent. It was a mixture of vanilla and pure male lust, dancing to his nose to tempt him. Kongol gritted his teeth, his thick tail starting to wag a bit faster now, and in a more playful manner. As he glanced down, he noticed Stephen's length starting to push forward, showing it's eager excitement. He took a deep breath, his hindpaws digging into the ground slightly as he tried to resist...but how could he?
Stephen looked up, bucking his hips forward slowly so that his sheath met with the larger one above him, moaning a bit louder now as he coaxed the beast. He reached up, digging his claws slightly into Kongol's back, running them down through that thick fur. Kongol leaned down, locking Stephen's lips into a lingering kiss. Soft moans were heard between the two, rubbing against one another.
But suddenly, a large flash of lightning bellowed in the sky, and crashed down into one of the nearby trees. Stephen's eyes widened, breaking the kiss as the large tree began to fall their way.
"Kongol! LOOK OUT!" he yelled, the mass of burning wood tumbling down toward them. Stephen placed his paws on the titan's chest, and all the strength he could muster he used to push his mate out of the way. Kongol rolled a few feet, groaning as he hit his head. Stephen tried to get up, but the mud beneath him caused his paws to slip and slide to where he continued to fall.
Kongol rubbed his head, looking up. His eyes widened "STEPHEN!" he cried as the tree was nearly atop of the male. Stephen narrowed his eyes; red replaced with bright yellow. He threw his arms out, reacting as quickly as he could. Several sparks of electricity flowed through his arms before jolting from his fingertips. They spiraled outward and crashed into the tree, causing it to break into several large pieces and fly off to the side. Kongol ducked just in time, pieces of wood whizzing over his head.
Once the debris had cleared, Kongol sat up and looked around in a panic.
"Stephen...Stephen?!" He stood up and looked around, burning wood all about the yard. But there was no sign of his beloved. He whimpered, running about the large yard. He continued to call his mate's name, his ears to his head as his damp headfur slung over his shoulders.
Finally, he looked over to a large pile of the burning pieces seeing Stephen on his stomach with his arms sprawled out. He was trapped beneath the pile, unconscious. Kongol whined and ran over, kneeling down.
Using his powerful arms, he threw the blocks off of his mate, reaching down to gently scoop him up. He had a cut here and a bruise there, the fur on his leg slightly burnt. Kongol whimpered and nuzzled into his cheek.
"You saved my life...please be all right..." he whispered softly, the rain beating down upon their bodies.
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Morning had finally graced the earth, the clouds having moved on to another place. The morning sun peeked through the curtains of Kongol's bedroom, birds chirping to a new day.
Kongol sat on the edge of their bed, looking down at his lover who had remained unconscious all night. He rubbed his nose, whimpering. He had attended to Stephen's wounds, bandaging his burnt leg and cleaning the minor cuts. Reaching down, he lightly stroked his fingers through those ebony locks, playing with a strand or two.
It seemed Stephen had gotten a hard smack to the head, causing him to remain the way he did. For several days it was like this, no movement or sound. Kongol was starting to get very very worried at his lover's little response. The cuts and bruises had pretty much healed over by this time, as well as the small burn to his leg. Yet...he would not awaken.
Kongol stood at this time, putting on his armor, pants, and picked up his large hammer. He decided to wander into town and find a doctor, someone to help his mate recover. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to Stephen's lips.
"Please...come back to me..." he whispered, hoping to find him awake when he returned.
Kongol headed out the door and disappeared into the forest. It was a good day's walk to the nearest town, as this area was dense and urban.
Though a few hours after Kongol's departure, Stephen's eyes slowly slid open. He groaned, shifting around slightly. He reached up, feeling a small scar on his forehead. Looking around, he saw that it was late afternoon, though he wasn't sure how long he had slept. He sat up, his ears twisting. All he could remember was the tree falling towards him, then he blacked out.
"Kongol! Kongol!" he stood up, though he felt a slight sting in his leg. What had happened to his mate, where was he? He ran throughout the cottage, calling out for his lover. He slipped out the backdoor, the yard littered with pieces of burnt and cracked wood. But there was no sign of Kongol. He whimpered, swaying his tail nervously.
With his muzzle bowed, he walked back through the house in a slump. He was more worried than anything, and he missed his lover. Suddenly he stopped, blinking as he saw a note on the door. He walked over and pulled it down, reading it.
"My dearest Stephen, I hope you are alright and have come to by this time. If you have, just know I have gone into town to find someone to take a look at you. You have been out for days without any response. I truly hope you are reading this right now. I will be home soon, I love you. ?Kongol."
Stephen smiled softly at this, hugging the note to his body. He felt so lucky to have a mate who cared so much about him. But he'd miss him was he was gone.
Slowly he made his way upstairs, tilting his head. He placed the note down on the table next to the bed, moving to lay back down. Taking a deep breath, he stared at the ceiling. He was bored...no one to talk to, nothing to do. He didn't want to leave, just in case Kongol returned sooner than planned.
Closing his eyes, he'd try to sleep. But since he had done so much of that the past few days, it was coming so easily. Instead of dreams, fantasies flooded his mind. He saw Kongol, sitting on the bed...completely nude. A soft groan escaped his lips, reaching his fingertips down. He gripped his sheath, starting to squeeze and rub at it softly, coaxing his member to appear. He arched his back, feeling the furry opening start to swell.
"Mmm...Kongol..." he whispered to himself. His fingers began to stroke a bit faster, his legs spreading. His mind was going crazy with thoughts, seeing Kongol approach his hot and ready body.
He loved it when his mate took him on full force, dominated him, yiffed him to no end. He could almost feel Kongol's paws gripping his body, forcing him onto his stomach. So Stephen moved to lay on his stomach, well more so his chest. He bent his knees, sticking his rump high into the air. He panted quietly; his member now fully emerged from his sheath out to the knot. His bushy tail started to rise until it rested against his back, his toned legs spread widely. His firm spheres were spread open by his free paw, reaching back to lightly rub and tease his tight pink entrance.
Stephen gritted his teeth, sweat starting to glisten upon his fur. He could see Kongol positioning himself behind him, gripping tightly to his hips. Stephen's paw started to work fiercely at his shaft, rubbing up and down then throbbing pink length. At times, he'd stop to squeeze and tug at his sensitive knot, his jaw dropping open as he felt the sensations jolt through his body.
Suddenly he drove two of his fingers deep into his tailhole, his eyes rolling back as he could almost feel Kongol slamming into him. He let out soft squeaks, his body trembling with pleasure. He started to buck back into those fingers, his insides squeezing and releasing those pleasing digits. His tail tip twitched, the bed starting to squeak beneath him as he rammed back into his fingers.
"O...ooohhh Kongol..ug...gnn...OH!" he cried out to himself, his one paw starting to stroke a bit faster at his canine meat, fingers starting to slam harder and harder within him. He could feel his shaft starting to pulsate, his knot becoming larger and larger.
"I'm....going to...c...cuuummmm!!!" he screams, his hips bucking and ramming back into his fingers. He felt his paw become warm with his seed, squirting and jetting from his cock. He swiftly pulled his fingers from his insides, sitting up on his knees. He arched his paw, his other paw now gripping and squeezing tightly at his knot while his other paw continued to stroke his dick.
Soon Stephen panted his ears to his head as his shoulders slumped. It felt great, but not as great as when Kongol's dick was within him. He licked his lips, mmming softly. He grinned to himself; he'd have a plan ready for when his husband came home...and they'd both have the best fuck ever.
End of Part 1