Heat's Folly(Chapter 1)
This is a story commission I've done for TastyWyrm
Description: Brought to the brink by the incessant itch pulsing deep within her, a dragoness finds refuge within the first lair she comes across. But wait...this isn't just an usual lair. It is too fancy, too opulent, and far too irksome for her wild dragon mind. As Khrynia's distaste with the lavish comforts of her hosts increases, so does her need to scratch that itch, and what better way to do so than take advantage of the many pleasure toys the female owner has on display?
Khrynia(C) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/tastywyrm/
***Heat's Folly Chapter 1***
Waves of tingling warmth surged through the lower end of Khrynia's body, their palpable intensity heralding the arrival of her heat. Each heartbeat seemed to amplify that nagging sensation, the constant throbbing within the depths of her underbelly underscoring her exhaustion and amassing frustration.
Her hunger all but erased from existence by this new and persistent need, Khrynia banked left for the mountains. Her keen eyes discerned a cavern's entrance at an accessible height, equipped with a ledge that beckoned as an opportune landing spot. Hindquarters first, the soft pads of her paws alighted upon the firm stone with barely a sound. Her front half followed as her wings folded neatly to her sides in brazen confidence. She had heard of no dragons inhabiting this colder, steeper, barren part of the mountain range.
No reason to take precautions.
The haughty tilt of Khrynia's snout and the dismissive flick of her fur-tipped tail showcased her sheer indifference. Tired beyond the point of caring by her pressing needs, her immediate concern lingered on how much warmer this bleak hole got the further she delved inside.
It was only a few dozen steps in that the cave's interior subtly shifted from rugged wilderness to the unmistakable touch of civilization, a sight that Khrynia instantly recognized. Despite this initial warning, she moved with casual nonchalance through the winding corridor, unbothered by the hoarding habits of some human-sympathizing whelps. She scoffed, hissed and spat at those unnatural sights marring a perfectly comfortable den.
Tapestries of human and anthro gatherings lay stretched over the walls or spread across barrels and boxes. They held no real value in her eyes. Just like the other pretty baubles meant for biped women, they were but woven memories of beings she deemed far less significant than dragons.
Further in, past all this ornate mockery of her culture, stretched a plush lounging area that caught her attention. Not for its luxurious comfort, to be sure, but for its seeming impracticality. What purpose did such extravagance serve? Pillows held a certain allure with their softness, but to Khrynia, they seemed a frivolous addition. Were these dragons so weak that pelts could no longer satisfy their lofty demands?
A few small and narrow shelves housing delicate porcelain figures and painted pots further flared her ire with their unnecessary attachment to trifles. These fragile things, likely to shatter at the slightest mishap, struck her as needless clutter. The presence of leather-bound tomes did pique her interest for a moment. They were the only thing of worth within this lair, laden with useful knowledge on how those trespassers acted, yet even so, most of it would prove to be inconsequential.
Further in the belly of the den, a harp, though finely crafted and clearly cherished, drew a smirk from her. Dragon claws, if ran gently across the strings, could make for quite the interesting effect.
Then again, she had no mate to share the results of her practice with, so why bother?
A sketched map of this region stretched atop a small round table did earn a nod of reluctant respect. It spoke of preparation, ambition, perhaps even a hint of draconic pride in understanding the surrounding territories and their neighbors, sketched from the lackluster point of view of humans as it was.
Still, no amount of judging those petty whelps soothed Khrynia's condition. Her physical state weighed on her, dimming her usually sharp wit. All this gaudiness, whether it intrigued or irked her, began to fade into the background as her body's pressing demands throbbed to the forefront of her mind.
The corridor, though narrow, opened up into a circular chamber that seemed to represent the heart of the cavern. Khrynia's gaze surveyed the room, taking in its spaciousness. Yet, even as she acknowledged its inviting size, the ground's bothersome slant garnered a disdainful frown.
Good thing it wasn't her lair.
As she strolled further into the chamber, more of its inhabitants' penchant for frivolity rose up to greet her. A lavish setup comprised of colorful woven rugs covered a significant portion of the floor, with plush cushions strewn about. Their varied texture welcomed her paw pads, caressing their soft surface in surprisingly stimulating ways. Yet even so, Khrynia's attention lingered on their aspect more than anything. They bore patterns from distant lands, many of which she recognized, and many of which she did not.
A stone fireplace was cleverly built into one wall, its design making use of the cracks through which a pleasant draft of cool air wormed its way within the lair. Polished stones surrounded the faint ever-burning orbs cuddling within its bosom, their glow a consistent shade of tangerine.
Beside the hearth, a deep basin carved into the floor acted as a bathing area. Its edges were smoothed through the use of earth magic and lined with fragrant herbs and flowers.
Khrynia bared her fangs at this ostentatious display. Not only offending the sight, but her nostrils too!
Scrolls, sketches, and more books occupied a distinct section of this chamber. Some were placed meticulously on wooden racks, while others lay sprawled on a nearby table, opened to various pages.
A single glance, and her interest already faltered.
To the side of the collection of written works, an assortment of tools and artifacts marked another quadrant of this room. Almost all of them had that exotic eastern and southern flair about them. She found the gadgets the humans used to enhance their senses most fascinating, such as the silver-ornate spyglass that those cowardly bipeds used to gauge danger from afar.
"Trifles, trifles, and more trifles," she blabbered to herself as her paws carried her in a circle around the center of the chamber. Part of her fretted at the idea of being caught intruding in such a well-organized lair. She had no magic to call her own. The notion of being trapped by an earth magic user within the bowels of the mountain sent a shiver creeping up her spine, yet it, too, faded within the more prominent and insistent pulses of another growing need.
She could wash, but she didn't wish to. She could leave, yet the thought of flying through the impending dusk already filled her with sluggishness.
And then, there was that one corner of the lair, padded with an assortment of blankets so varied in size, length and texture that she just couldn't deny the allure of it.
Her first steps, careful and tentative, soon lost their imposed stiffness as her toes switched onto the blissful surface of woolen quilts and soft blankets. She instinctively groped at them to better gauge this unique feeling entrapped between her pads, maw agape at just how expansive this sea of comfort was. She waded through pillows and crumpled sheets on the way to the middle of this extravagant nest, paying little attention to anything else but the sensations caressing her weary paws.
Until she stepped on something hard.
"Grah!"
Khrynia darted back, wings unfurled in an instinctive, threatening pose. Yet there was no trap that lay in wait for her. Nothing but a...
Could that be...
A silent gasp rolled past her lips as she took note of them. Now that she knew what to look for, it became quite evident. Stuffed between pillows or tucked between sheets and blankets, the numerous dragon-sized tools caused her eyes to gape in wonder at the possibilities.
They were...they were all there...
For her....
Khrynia's numb gaze fixated on a ribbed pleasure rod, its surface still glistening from recent use. The smell, a playful sweet tinged with musky notes similar to hers, indicated the younger variety of female far from her next heat.
"Hrrrff..." she immediately scoffed at that. What a waste. Mating was far more pleasurable and infinitely more rewarding in the sounds and faces males made during the moment of release. Still, she couldn't afford to take such heedless risks, and this brat of a whelp...she seemed to have it all. The offer, after all, was far too varied in girth and length for Khrynia to wrinkle her snout at.
As pressing need raged through her system, Khrynia settled herself down next to the same choice pleasure rod. She cradled it between her forepaws, inspecting the smoothness of the wood while the half-dried, mucous arousal of its original bearer clung to her toes. Whoever shaped its likeness into the member of a dragon must have had a good reference, because the lacquered shaft far too accurately resembled it.
To give in to weakness, or to endure it? She had just judged these dragons moments ago for their choices of lifestyle. To soil herself by using their methods...it was just...it would make her a...
She scoffed.
Her paws shoved the toy aside prior to getting up.
There was no relief to be found here. Nothing but amassing frustration brewed by too deep a temptation.
Still, she could at least make it to the middle of the bed; to mark it with her wild, potent scent. Wouldn't that spark some chaos between them?
A toothy grin spread on her lips. The middle of the nest rose above the ground, if by a little, thanks to all the blankets and sheets they shoved under it. Velvety sheets, soft furs, and plush pillows decorated their favorite sleeping spot, marking it as a prime spot for Khrynia to tarnish.
With every bumbling step through the tangled labyrinth of fabrics and pillows, the scent of the two dragon inhabitants grew stronger and more evident.
One male, one female, just as expected. Only...they barely stood apart, aside from the notes specific to their gender.
Twins, then. Explained the conspicuous lack of seed ejaculated all over the sheets, a quite common occurrence in mated pairs. The familiarity of their fragrance, rich and comforting, revealed more about their kind.
Furred dragons. Quite similar to her species, minus the strong spice. Given the mellow hues of the two, doubts fled her in an instant. Boldness surged within her; it viciously throbbed between her legs, daring her to leave her mark on those petty whelps of thin, watery blood.
No longer held back by that initial pang of apprehension, Khrynia allowed her massive frame to drop onto their bedding without any regard for the damage it might cause. Sheets, blankets and pillows yielded to her weight, enveloping her in scent-stained softness.
"Mrrrh..." the dragoness rumbled while rolling around in their bed. She reveled in the luxury and pleasure of this invasive experience, indulging her senses in claiming the home of those she towered above. Low moans escaped her every time her belly came into contact with the different textures of the fabrics, encouraging her to press the soggy flesh of her nethers tighter against them.
"Ghh---ghhhhrrrmmm..." a series of quiet moans purred within the depths of her throat. Guided forth by pleasure, the dragoness splayed onto her belly with her hind paws pointing outward, all so that she could rock against the bedding with the help of her powerful forelegs.
"Awwwhhh...."
Her forepaws seized the closest pillow available to hug tight to her chest as a particularly strong shudder wracked her insides. She held onto it, eyes scrunched, breaths fast and erratic. As her pleasure began to wind down, Khrynia's sluggish tongue rolled over her nostrils, her half-lidded eyes dreamy at how quickly she seemed to ascend to her peak.
Wisps of heady musk began to creep from her hindquarters, the tangy intensity of her odor so much more different than the mellow aromas of the pillow she hugged. Its entire surface smelled of female, with numerous silken strands of dark colored fur sticking to it.
A favorite, then?
A wicked smirk curled her lips.
Instead of merely holding onto the pillow, Khrynia pushed it further down. She then brought her paws under her belly so that her haunches grabbed onto it, just as her front half rose.
"Grrrrrrhhhhrrrrr..."
Deepening wrinkles wove their way up Khrynia's snout as the humping motion of her hips drove her fleshy lips against and over the pillow in increasingly wider arcs. The slickness veiling her lips, together with the pillow's silken cover, made this glide of her puffy mound effortless in its attempts to smear her rough-scented drool all over it.
With every powerful swing of her rear, Khrynia growled, mewled and even roared. The act was not just for pleasure but a taunt; a challenge for the male.
Smell me. Obsess over me. Become so overwhelmed by lust that you claim your own sister in sheer desperation to breed.
Wouldn't that ignite the most beautiful conflict between them?
Her crest shuddered in excitement at that thought, just like her body trembled in climax-fueled ecstasy.
Khrynia's movements turned wilder. The claws of her forepaws pressed so tight against the pillow, they punctured it. Every muscle strand in her hind legs tightened in raw focus as the dragoness shoved her vent against the pillow in increasingly stronger strokes. The fire within her loins burned fiercer and fiercer, melting its way through her being one desperate throb, one powerful clench at a time.
Pleasure consumed her, its depth unfathomable, its hold overwhelming. It made her wings flutter weakly and her legs spasm and tremble at the pinnacle of her blissful ascent.
"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwhhhh!"
The dragoness crashed down onto her side, hugging the pillow from all sides with all limbs. Her release squirted out of her all at once, an eruption of sensations that stole her with and breath. The muscles of her tailhole burned from exertion as they clenched in unison with the brisk tremors rushing through her depths, their intensity dizzying.
Eyes rolled into the back of her skull, Khrynia continued to hold onto the pillow. Once the initial burst left her, the rest of her delight leaked out of her at a steadier pace, like the mellow flow of a river. It was weak, yes, but radiant in its tingling warmth as it passed from her twitching lips onto the pillow.
"Mrrrooowwrrrhhhh..." came Khrynia's pent-up exhale. Her tongue weakly swept over her shuddering lips as dazed eyelids rolled off her bleary mauve gaze. Though her senses needed a moment to reawaken, a single sniff was enough to cause her fangs to bare.
Musky miasma engulfed her; that tart, piquant flavor donned with dozens of different flavors, all serving to embellish the uniqueness of her pheromones. Khrynia relished its unique blend. Many a male have fallen prey to it, just like this poor, unsuspecting victim would.
"Here you go," her faint, sultry words sailed past her lips in the same moment with the parting of the pillow. A mellow hiss of discomfort emphasized the discomfort of trading away that plump pile of comfort so soon after climax, yet it needed to be done. Weak as her limbs felt, the pleasure of pushing herself up with thick lines of drool still connecting her to her humping partner empowered her.
No. More than that.
Her ears tilted back in genuine surprise at just how much of her translucent ejaculate she squirted. It was all there, splattered over the pillow's surface. Its color, a rich indigo, made for quite the canvas for her nether juices, the streaks uneven, and the texture equally varied. She did not expect the thicker, cloudier fluids to join into the mix. Not from stimulation as superficial as this one. That robust type of honey only drooled out of her depths during moments of particularly intense stimulations, whereas this...
This was something else. A desire to prove herself; to compete for the spot of the more desirable female.
As the pillow's smeared surface showed and smelled, she had done a fine job of that.
After arranging the pillow back into its cradle within the more pompous part of the bed, the dragoness drew back to admire her work. What a sight this would be for her brother, a male whose virgin undertones confirmed the reason of his presence in this lair. While his sister would fume over Khrynia's invasion, he'd very likely fly off in search of her, the poor, lust-addled fool.
Perhaps she should leave a trail for him. After all, virgins had that strong, alluring spice about them, on top of those full, shudder-inducing cocks of theirs. A little bit of foreplay, the slightest touch, and they were already on the verge of bursting.
"Well, so ends my foray into your depraved den," Khrynia bid farewell to all the blankets and pillows and pleasure toys scattered about.
It only took a few steps for her to reconsider her stance. Her hindquarters descended on a sheet of linen, forcing it to glue to her moist vent. A moment later, the dragoness splayed on her side, maneuvering her forepaws over her nether region to properly wipe herself using as wide a surface of the bedsheet as possible. That done, she turned to leave and--
This wasn't where she came from.
A quick glance behind her revealed that she had made it to the other side of the room. The one that the bed, with its many pillows, hid the dirtiest secret of. A bit further ahead, strewn over a neatly arranged bed spread, were a number of implements that boggled Khrynia's mind.
Her wild dragon eyes had never beheld such depravity, with phalluses shaped after various male dragons attached to leather cords meant to fit around a dragoness' hindquarters. Some of them had not one, but two of those phallic sculptures placed opposite of one another and separated by a thin metal plate.
One end reached inside of the bearer's vent, whereas the other granted the wearer a member of her own.
"I have heard of these..." the dragoness mumbled to herself while admiring the intricacy of these foreign methods of indulging. The sister had multiple such harnesses for her hindquarters, all to offer variety to herself and to her brother. Ranging from smoother, tapered members to larger and more textured ones, the array of her depravity impressed Khrynia.
The temptation to wear one such contraption nagged at her mind, but a few steps later, the thought drifted from her mind. In a corner, organized over a fluffy towel, lay a collection of at least a dozen wood-crafted members.
The need within her resumed its nagging throbbing, becoming more difficult to ignore with each passing moment. The plush bed and its numerous pillows, while comforting, was not enough to sate her cravings. She needed something more robust.
To put it short, she required something shoved inside her, and these toys added to the excited flutter of her heart at how effective they might prove in scratching away that deep, persistent itch.
As with the harnesses from before, these members differed in design and size. Beyond the intricate craftsmanship of lacquered wood lied the vast and gasp-inducing creativity of their features, some familiar, other as exotic as they came. Khrynia's fingers danced over ridges, barbed spades, thick swells around the base she had heard referred to as knots. There were even toys with not just one pair of swells, but multiple. Her eyes gaped at those, for they seemed far too much for her needs.
"Now...which one of you shall I..." her low, seductive whisper matched the slow trailing of her tongue over her snout's tip. The toys inspired after members she had already taken inside made her breath hitch on more than one occasion. Perhaps it was the memory of those encounters, or simply the effectiveness of the features that aroused her. The toe pads of her right paw took in her most favorite of features, those ridges surrounding a member's base. The spaded tip did good enough in reaching deep within her, but nothing quite matched the squelching tugs of ridges ploughing through her stretched lips.
Best of all, every single one of the toys on offer bore a smooth, polished appearance to aid with the penetration.
Her gaze flitted between narrowing choices, her heart picking up its pace at the sight of one particular piece - the medium-sized shaft she had eyed and touched earlier. The design took her mind to the encounter with a particularly submissive dragon of radiant golden scales. He had proved to be particularly vulnerable down there, ejaculating in the same second his cock slipped inside her. Oh, how she missed the intricacies of his member, the softly-barbed, spaded tip that promised so much yet delivered so little...
The member turned smooth from the tip onward. It was only near the base that slight ridges grew in girth along its sides, gaining amplitude the further they traveled. Right at the base, the ridges grew sturdy and pronounced, their slightly winding shape flaring Khrynia's nostrils in anticipation to feel it pump its way into her.
"This is definitely it."
Picking it up, she turned it in her paws to ensure it harbored no defects or faulty barbs. Her breathing grew ragged as she ran her toe pads over each of the barbs, imagining the sensations they would evoke. The depths of her heat were vast, but this...this was the only way to ensure it wouldn't trouble her tonight.
The sheer thrill of being in another's territory added to her building anticipation. As soon as the toy passed her inspection, she shifted it over to her tail. Breathless with excitement, she laid down on her side right then and there, too impatient to get to the better part of this wide and luxurious bed. Jaw hanging, paws trembling with toe-curling excitement, the dragoness brought the toy against the soppy lips of her vent.
"Srrrhhhhh!" A simmering hiss pierced through her tightly clasped teeth. Her muzzle instantly shuttered to brace her against the riptide of pleasure surging within her. It was but a single dab, inconsequential at best. And yet, somehow, her chest fluttered with surreptitious joy at finally feeling a member against her lips, wooden and lifeless as this one was.
"Rrrrarrrhhhh t...that's it..."
The first fuller touch of the toy's barbed tip against her intimate flesh made her squirm and knead at the mauve curls of wool running over the center of her chest. She slipped them between her toes, savoring the scented softness of herself while her tail carefully swished and sloshed the toy's tip through her entrance.
"Ohhh yesssss, that's iiiittttt..."
The dragoness' wings unfurled to their fullest. Her spine arched in delight as her wing claws curled in unison with those of her toes. The wet, sloppy sounds from between her legs heightened her arousal, amplifying the sensations to levels she had not experienced in quite the long time.
Males never did this; none of them swirled their tip within her like she did just now. Surreally hard and awkward as the toy way, it knew Khrynia and her desires intimately while maneuvered by a tail that could never accomplish this otherwise.
"Grrrhhhhhmmmmm..."
Khrynia withdrew the toy to give herself a moment to catch her breath. Those crest-twitching shudders were getting too intense, and she didn't want to finish herself so soon.
Not without a lot more of this self-exploration.
"Mmmm, this is great," she mumbled to the drooling tip of the toy while it hung above the disheveled fur surrounding her drenched mound. "It doesn't shove itself inside as soon as it touches me. It pays attention to my lips, aware of their receptiveness..."
She proved that by lowering it against her sex, gasping as it pressed its way with an audible plop into her twitching embrace. All of her limbs stretched in elation as her tail tip, coiled tightly around the shaft's lower half, gently swirled it inside her.
Squelches of high and deepening intensities alike echoed to life within her. Curls of potent heat enshrouded her being, filling her hungry nostrils with the raw truth of how badly she needed this. As her limbs stretched upward in supplication to this divine toy able to fulfill her dearest of cravings, the dragoness willed it into motion against the inside of her lips. The barbs of the spade lightly grazed at the inner part of her fleshy folds while the rest of the bulged head teased her receptive vaginal walls with the promise of impending penetration.
An involuntary moan, sharp yet delicate, broke through the silence of the cavern. Her eyes closed in self-worship, Khrynia immersed within the novel sensations coursing through her. Her tail, nimble and experienced in maneuvering such small objects, expertly handled the tool it clutched. She dipped it in and out of herself at a slow pace, pausing every three strokes to move it vertically within herself. Other combinations followed, inspired by the fluids guided to the surface by her eagerly clenching muscles.
Every slosh and squelch inspired a different movement, a separate rhythm. It was as if her inner tremors dictated the pace, and the inner melody of her perturbed fluids outlined the berth of the toy's gentle strokes. To her, this was the ultimate act of indulgence; the most complete set of attentions that she had been sorely lacking. The deliberate nature of her actions made her fall in love with herself, for her body had never bloomed such exquisite and tantalizing pleasure within her.
Hushed whimpers, sharp huffs, panicked yelps and sequential squeals made up the cacophony of her drawn-out and futile resistance.
Somehow, she loved this torturous delay.
Her body trembled and squirmed, caught in the throes of anticipation. Her haunches jerked and twitched violently whenever she dipped the toy further into herself than intended, triggering powerful tremors that rocked her to her core. A keening plea to finally put an end to this burst from her throat, but Khrynia buried her snout within the embrace of her forelegs and breathed hard and fast until it passed.
Not yet. Not until she truly couldn't take it any longer.
She paused. She recovered.
Then, she resumed, if just a little slower than before.
Pleasure never felt so intense, so detailed, so deep. Even the simple, familiar penetration of the toy's tip was enough to cause her twitching paws to frantically kick in ecstasy. Her trembling wings mirrored the strain of her body to withhold her release, but Khrynia refused to grant it to herself.
The taste of such otherworldly delights filled her with intoxicating serenity. She hungered for more, enthralled by the novelty of this study on her sexuality. With growing confidence and an eagerness to complete this exploration of self, Khrynia slowly guided the toy deeper. Her walls, previously teased to maddening levels, twitched and pressed against the member's unyielding girth, stubbornly resisting the inevitable.
Tears of strained bliss slithered down the edges of Khrynia's eyes as she fought against the molten fire raging within her. So close; she was so, so close! If only she could just...
Her tail pressed harder against the toy, forcing it deeper still.
"Awwwwwwrwhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The dragoness' head lashed back to unleash her sharpest of cries. Her muscles clamped down, squeezing the intruder so hard stars speckled her vision. In an instant, her tail uncoiled from the toy as her entire body fell limp.
Had the toy moved an inch further, she would have burst.
Several shuddering breaths helped her recover from this ordeal. Her eyes swam. Every blink cleared more of her bleary vision as she sniffled and moaned, her saliva almost as thick and creamy as the frothing fluids coating her lips from all the panting.
Again. Deeper.
"Grr---grrhhhh!"
Profound as the overflowing delight of being filled was, her body welcoming the intrusion. She squirmed and twitched and yelped and whimpered, overwhelmed by ecstasy. Every inch of the toy--every ridge lining its base--imprinted itself into her body and memory given the sluggish, almost tormenting experience of trying to get it all in.
This was it. The end of her journey. Eyes gaped and filled to the brim, Khrynia's huffs gained renewed amplitude as her tail's grip tightened around the toy's bottom.
Now.
A series of blinding-fast, erratic thrusts ensued. Powerful squelches stemming from displaced fluids filled the cavern for a brief moment. Her yowling shrill took over in the next moment as her vision began to darken, the potency of her immense pleasure too deep to even fathom.
Her hefty frame writhed and rolled, kicked and thrashed around, all while the toy continued to hammer its way in and out of her.
"Grr...graaaaaaaaawwwwrrrrrrr!"
Khrynia didn't just squirt.
She erupted. Whereas the toy's fervent movements simply splashed her foaming fluids all around, her climax splattered everything around her nether regions with an explosion of stale, musky flavor. It was as if her body expunged the very essence of her heat, pumping it out of her throb by throb after that initial, mind-reeling burst.
Everything was tight, and everything twitched and tensed. Numbness followed, a comforting cold that soon turned to prickling heat dispersing through her like so many tendrils of sensation. So rich did her climax turn out to be that Khrynia didn't even properly register it through her struggle to hold in her breath while her body emptied itself of desire.
Afterglow washed through her, boring and unsatisfying. Her panting of exertion, a satisfying affair, instilled nagging satisfaction within her in every breath.
No.
More.
As soon as her tail seized the toy, Khrynia's walls reacted.
And they were_sensitive_! Not from fatigue, no, but eager and willing for more.
She knew exactly what to do.
With her vent drooling thickened honey of varying consistency, the dragoness pushed herself up and wobbled her way over to the bed. Her legs quivered at every step, struggling to keep her straight after her most intense climax yet. Still, a wild determination churned within her; the push to go beyond what any male had accomplished before. With eyes glazed over in pleasure, she leaned forward as one would when taking a stronger and bigger male. The new angle provided a depth she hadn't experienced before, allowing her tail tip and the toy it held surprisingly good access to her exposed vent.
She did not loiter with preparation this time around. Deep thrusts set off the pace, ensuring that her clutching walls experienced every ridge and every barb the toy provided. The ecstasy of listening to how the ridges plopped inside her overflowing vent added to the physical delight brimming within her. It made her moans and huffs gain amplitude as her clenched toes dug into the sheets, readying for another, far quicker climax.
Harsh cries, punctuated by primal growls, began to dwarf the wet, rhythmic sound of the toy pounding her harder than ever. Gobs and lines of strong-scented climax pelted the blankets beneath her, coloring them with the hues of raw passion. Every thrust of the toy added to the mess, the thicker honey from deep within gluing to her lips in anticipation of the inevitable shove of the ridges that would see it all on her thighs or on the bedding below.
Within only a few full shoves of the toy, the spray of her heat muddled the intricate patterns, each clear droplet of arousal or tendril of congealed, pent-up lust a demonstration of her spiraling pleasure.
As her rhythm grew more frantic, her lips quivered and shuddered with renewed intensity. Her facial features twisted in a tortured expression that conveyed just how close she was to the precipice of ultimate bliss. Her very core felt aflame, drowned in an insurmountable heat that threatened to consume her whole.
With a final and mighty thrust, Khrynia forced its entire length into herself. The intricate and detailed feeling of barbs and ridges plowing through her sensitive flesh--all in one fell swoop--overpowered what little self-control she still possessed.
Her head swung back to allow a harsh, primordial yowl to shatter the last vestiges of her control. It was the sound of pure, unbridled pleasure, one that echoed through every corner and corridor of this lair. Climax followed immediately after, a burst of sharp, intermittent squirts that expelled whatever heat was left in her system. Filled to the brim by the toy, the fluids sprayed past the sides of her lips, followed by slower rivulets of dripping release. Her walls clenched around the toy, clutching it reassuringly, milking it of what it could never give.
"Mrrawwwhhhh..."
Khrynia crumbled onto her side. There was an ephemeral beauty in giving in to vulnerability; in the way she clutched her chest while trying to process the afterglow of the intense climax that had just washed over her. Each breath she took was ragged, and her eyes, usually so fierce and keen, now glowed with the softness of satiation.
She allowed the toy to rest inside her. It was not just a companion, but a necessity to her now oversensitive insides. As her heat began to die down, she instinctively reached for one of the luxurious blankets nearby. Grabbing it with her hind paws, she then used her tail to propel it over her frame. Both her frame and lascivious deeds were now draped under its light, comforting weight, her toes hugging one another as a wide, satisfied smile drew back her lips just enough to reveal the tips of her fangs.
Now this was life. To sleep in someone else's bed, completely unconcerned by the need to clean up. The luxury of the bed added to the thrill of this experience as much as they stoked her rising anxiety with the outcome of her discovery.
Not like they'll return anytime soon, she reasoned, given the clue she had found on the pleasure toy earlier. Still damp and slimy with her fluids, it had been used shortly before her arrival here.
Amidst the softness of the pillows, Khrynia's breathing began to even out. Each exhale carried with it the weight of her exertions, allowing her inhales to fill in those gaps with waves of warm, tickling satisfaction. Everything felt so surreal, so...right.
Why rely on males to satisfy her, when she could very well do it herself?
"I'm taking you with me," she whispered to the toy as the tip of her tail caressed its base. Slowly, among weak gasps, she withdrew it from herself to allow her abused flesh a chance to rest. A pool of liquid heat soon grew large enough to warm her haunches, a comforting touch that Khrynia relished.
She was dirtier than she'd ever been, and she cared not one bit.
Their bed, their problem, she snorted in contentment, far too comfortable and lazy to do anything more than close her eyes and take that well-deserved nap.
***End of chapter 1***
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