Heat of the Tropics
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Heat of the Tropics
The doberman peeled his shirt from his body. It was sticking due to the amount of sweat soaked in it. Living in the tropics had its advantages; for one, he did not need to prepare for winter, however, it is sure hot as hell all year round. Mercury was walking home from college, drops of sweat fell from his tougue as he panted due to the afternoon heat. It was then that he saw her; the human girl he had a crush on since his freshman year in college.
She was lying motionless on her side on the pavement. Her eyes were half-closed, her face was flushed and her forehead was burning hot. Mercury knew at once she was suffering from a heatstroke - it could be fatal if she remained under the sun. Gently, he lifted her up on his shoulder in a fireman's hold and carried her home.
Wendeline opened her eyes slowly. Her head throbbed badly and any sudden moves she made only caused her more dizziness. She sat up slowly, using a hand to support her head as she took in her surroundings. It was clearly someone else's room - there was a wardrobe just to her right, a small television directly in front of the bed and a study table with stacks of notes and a laptop beside a closed door. It was already evening, seeing as the sky outside was a dark navy blue. She realised she was lying on a bed with a fan blowing directly at her, and there was a mug filled with water and a towel hanging from its rim.
"Where am I?", was the first question that popped into her head. Just then, she noticed that her blouse was undone halfway, exposing her pink bra and the cleavage of her rather perky breasts. Gasping, she quickly did up her blouse. Wendeline quickly checked her pockets to make sure her phone and wallet were there, only to find them empty. Someone had clearly robbed her and taken advantage of her when she had been unconscious! Glancing around, she snatched up a pen-knife and opened the door of the room quietly.
Wendeline immediately saw her attacker; he was busy at the stove cooking something. Not only that, he was an anthropomorphic dog, a doberman to be more precise. Extending the blade she cautiously approached him from behind, taking care to ensure her toes touched the ground first to reduce the amount of noise she made.
"You don't have to use a knife to ask me questions, you know," the doberman spoke with his back still facing her.
"What? How do you know I'm behind you?" Wendeline gasped.
The doberman looked over his shoulder and gave her a smile. "Even if I couldn't smell you, I would have heard the door open. Canine senses," he said in answer to her questioning frown.
"Okay... I'll take it that this is your home. Now, who are you and where are my stuff? And, did you just opened my blouse and had your way with me you sick pervert?!"
The doberman did not answer immediately, but calmy scooped servings of fried rice into two plates and placed them at the counter. He then took the pan by the handle and brought it to a sink and began filling it with water.
"I'll be honest with you," he said as he turned off the tap and looked at her. "I took your stuff, but they are in the basket on the shoe rack. I also opened your blouse and pushed your skirt up when you were unconscious, but only for sponging you and to allow the fan to cool you down faster."
"Cool me down faster? Why the hell would you want to do that?"
Mercury smirked. "Simple really. You were suffering from heatstroke, and you could have died if your body temperature stayed as high as it did."
Wendeline was stunned. Now that she thought about it, she remembered feeling very dizzy and thirsty on her way back home. The doberman had helped her, and here she was accusing him of making inappropriate sexual advances on her!
"Sorry...", mumbled Wendeline as she placed the blade on the table, her face starting to go red. "... thank you."
"No problem." He replied with an airy wave of a paw. "Dinner, Wendeline?"
She mumbled her thanks as she took the plate from him and sat down at the rather small dinning table. She was watching as the doberman ate intently. He was rather tall, about 1.8m in height. He was well-muscled, not too buffed but not weak looking either; on the whole, he was quite good looking indeed. Just then, he looked up and their eyes met.
"Oh, I'm Mercury." He stated. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier."
"Okay... Nice to meet you." Wendeline replied awkwardly. "How did you know my name?"
"Well, I saw your identity card earlier. I'm in Rolands as well, taking sociology. What's your course?"
"English Literature. Who's your form tutor?"
They carried on their conversation about college, then to music, on to love and relationships. When dinner was over, Wendeline offered to do the dishes while Mercury went to shower. She then decided to learn more about the doberman who saved her. On the counter, she came across his wallet. Peeking over her shoulder, she opened it, and the first thing she saw was a small, cut-out photograph of her in the college annual. Curious, she took out the photo to have a closer look, and written on the back was "Te Amo" - "I Love You" in Spanish. Wendeline then remembered a friend hinting that someone had liked her for a very long time. Could this person be Mercury, she wondered as she replaced the photograph. Oh well, guess there's only one way to find out.
Halfway on her way to the bathroom, she heard a moan coming from a closed door. She pressed her ear to the door, only to her a male moaning her name. Puzzled, she decided to peep through the key hole, and gasped at what she saw. Instantly, Wendeline felt her pulse race and her face flush. Standing there with his towel at his feet, was Mercury, totally nude. What's more, he is pawing himself off, with a look of pained satisfaction on his face. One of his large paws was gripping firmly on his shaft and pumping up and down like a piston, while the other was cupping and gently squeezing his furry testicles. They were huge, almost as large as chicken eggs, and they were nestled between two large and well-defined thighs. Subconsciously, her hand drifted up her skirt, pushing her panties to one side and began to rub at her already wet nether regions. Waves of pleasure emitted from her clitoris as she circled it with her index and middle fingers. She knew that it was wrong to spy on him, but somehow, the sight of him pumping his paw up and down the length of his member was intriguing, even to the point of being mesmerising.
"Oh... Wendeline baby..." Moaned Mercury with his eyes closed. "Oh god..."
Wendeline blushed even harder at hearing his words, her breath coming up short and sharp as her fingers ran down her slit and up again. She had never expected anyone to be so attracted to her as she had poor self-image. She felt her pleasure building up, and beads of sweat was beginning to form on her face and neck as her fingers worked her up. Her panties were soaked from her vaginal juices, but she did not care. The only thing on her mind was the excitement from the sight of the handsome doberman who had a crush on her and him jerking off to thoughts of her. Wendeline felt her pleasure began to reach a plateu, and she began fingering herself to the point of no return. The pleasure was like an expanding balloon at her crotch, growing bigger and bigger until it finally burst, sending a rush of orgasmic bliss through her body. At the same time, Mercury gave a loud howl as string after string of hot cum shot out of his member, landing on the tiles on his floor. Wendeline sat down, leaning against the wall as she basked in the afterglow of a mind-blowing climax. She was panting, hard. Oh god, that was good!
Just then, the door opened. Wendeline scrambled to her feet. The doberman was standing in the doorway, looking directly at her eyes with his towel wrapped around his mid-section. Wendeline panicked, hoping that he did not notice the wet spot on her skirt. Mercury's face was expressionless as he took her right hand into his paws, and slowly lifted it to his lips. Softly, he brushed her index and middle fingers with his tongue, closing his eyes as he savoured her taste. Wendeline was terrified as her fingers were lathered by his smooth tongue. Kissing her fingers delicately, Mercury brought her hand down and gave her a warm smile.
"You are so naughty." He whispered.
"Well yeah? You too!" Wendeline retorted as she blushed wildly. Glancing over his shoulder, she said: "You've left streaks of cum on the floor!"
"No matter," Mercury chuckled. "I'll clean it up."
Wendeline watched him turn back into the room, but before he could step in, she took hold of his paw.
"Mercury?"
"Yes?" He said as he turned around. "What is it?"
"Do you love me?"
The doberman pulled her into a hug, holding her head with a firm, yet gentle grip.
"I love you. Ever since I saw you help that young boy who fell outside college on orientation day, I have always been in love with you." He released her, and looking straight into her eyes, whispered: "You are beautiful, Wendeline."
Wendeline smiled as her eyes began to tear. Never did anyone said something that wonderful to her before, not even her own parents.
"I love you too, Mercury."
Wendeline gently eased herself out of his hold. Turning around, she hooked her thumbs onto the sides of her underwear. She reached down, pulling it down to her ankles. She then bent forward and flattened her upper body against the wall while pushing her hips outward. Resting her head on her forearms, she looked backed at him.
"Take me."
Mercury felt his shaft hardening again. His eyes travelled down from her shoulders, pass her ass and to her calves. Damn, she was sexy! However, he had made up his mind. Giving his head a little shake, he knelt down, took hold of her panties and eased them upwards, back onto her hips.
"Why?" Wendeline whispered, her face a mask of disappointment. "Don't you love me?"
Mercury turned her around and hugged her again, gently pressing her body onto his.
"Love is never just about sex." He whispered. "It is about choosing what is best for the other person. I want you to give your virginity to someone whom, one day, will walk down the aisle with your hand in his. This person will propose to you and make you eternally happy, united by a family bond, not just take advantage of your body and use you for his pleasure. I love you, baby, more than you can every imagine, but trust me, waiting is better."
"I have never thought of it this way before," Wendeline whispered. "I... don't know what to say..."
"Then don't." He stated simply, looking into her eyes. "Let love speak."
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