Bunny Bondage

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"Mmmm..."

Reyna moaned, the black and white bunny squirming down on her knees, though she couldn't move really, not all that much. Although most furry species were mixed those days, her colouration spoke of a Dutch rabbit with the distinctive black and white colouration, with a white blaze down the centre of her face, covering her twitching nose and whiskers. She wriggled again, delighting in her restriction, though the red-furred wolf standing above her had a part in that too.

She blinked, enjoying the tightness of the soft bondage rope around her forearms, which crossed her arms behind her back, pressing her forearms together. Her legs had a spreader bar between the knees, smaller than one they'd tried between her ankles, which had the delicious effect of allowing her to walk - only if Fell helped her up.

The wolf growled, naked but for his natural fur, the lights in the bedroom turned down low as the different shades of red and brown were highlighted in his coat. Like most wolves, he had a softer, off-white front, the white stretching down his body from his chest, across his belly and dipping between his hind legs. There was a sliver of white on the underside of his tail too, but Reyna wasn't really looking at that, no, not when her eyes were locked onto the thickening swell of her boyfriend's sheath.

Well, Fell wasn't really her boyfriend, no, not at that time. Not when they were roleplaying, though they did not have specific roles, not like those that were more into the scene of domination and submission than they were. To Reyna, Fell was merely "Sir" when they were playing like that. So, that was all the bunny anthro had to remember.

And she knew she was safe there too, as he trailed his fingers up the line of her jaw, tilting her head up briefly as she let out a soft exhalation. Oh, Fell knew how to play her body and her emotions like an instrument, but they had a safe word too, which would be used if anything got too much for Rayna or even if she needed a little break. It was all okay and, frankly, things didn't need to be too serious in sex. As long as the safety boundaries were in place, neither the wolf nor the bunny had ever understood why people took things so intensely.

But maybe that worked for others. Not for them. Even if they were testing out more and more bondage, things that spiced up their sex life in a way that worked for them.

"Mmm, my pretty little bunny..."

Oh, how she loved the lazy drawl in his voice. It made her want to please him right there and then, but, in her bondage with her knees forced apart, all Reyna could do was wait until she was instructed and ordered to please. She whimpered softly, tipping forward after his retreating fingers, though Fell didn't allow her to suckle on them, not at that time. Maybe later...

"Do you want something?" He murmured, holding all the cards, even though she swayed there lightly, peering up at him from half-lidded eyes. "I think there's something a little thing like you can do for me."

"Mmm... Please..."

Reyna breathed out the words, though it felt natural to beg, panting softly, her lips parted. Maybe that was something she could try another time too.

The wolf grinned, rocking back on his heels as Fell allowed his natural lust and inclinations to rise, throbbing through him lightly, though it was anything but soft. Perhaps "rhythmic" would have been a better way to phrase it, the wolf shifting his weight back and forth as he ran his fingers down and around his sheath.

Yet why ever would the wolf had had to do any more than that when he was there with his beautiful bunny was beyond him. He cupped her face and let Reyna moan, tipping her cheek into his touch, his shaft pulsing, slowly but surely sliding from the fleshy, soft pocket of his sheath. It filled out from the base as a pink length pushed out, the tapered tip stretching into the air.

He took note of his partner, sweet in her submission, tip towards him, though Reyna still waited. She didn't have to, but she wanted to try, wanted to see where submission could lead her - while Fell took control instead.

The wolf inhaled, folding his fingers around the base of his cock and pumping the length of it, up and down, slowly coaxing it to full hardness even though his dick did not need all that much convincing. All the while, the wolf's eyes did not leave the bunny for a single moment, not as he salaciously licked his lips and ran his tongue deviously along the outside of his muzzle.

"Mmmm..."

"Oh... Please..."

Reyna's eyes didn't leave his cock as she locked on to him, squirming again, rocking back and forth. She knew there were safety scissors to cut the ropes, if ever needed, but the bunny still pulled deviously against their restriction, taking short little panting breath after breath, dragging what airs he could into her lungs. Reyna was not all that sure how she knew, but there was a part of her, even in that moment, that knew she would need it.

"Now, my sweet," he breathed, letting Reyna hang on his every word. "Come here... You know what to do with that beautiful, soft mouth of yours."

Oh, and how the bunny did! In an instant, she'd tipped forward, neatly closing the distance between them as if it had never been, moaning faintly as she took his length into her mouth. Her lips folded succulently around the head of his cock and the wolf did not even need to draw her down further on his hot length, trembling with need within her mouth, though Reyna took her time.

She was not, after all, there to rush through the experience, but to please him. He was her "Sir" and she wanted to make sure Sir felt as good as he could.

In a way, it meant she could simplify her life too, so that she didn't have to make the big decisions there, though there was still room for initiative when she was unbound. Sometimes even within the realm of being bound too, though that took ingenuity.

So, she used that ingenuity, cupping his cock on her soft, flexible tongue. She drew her tongue up along the underside of his length as she sucked lightly on him, her cheeks hollowing faintly as she increased the pressure. Part of that was merely for show but, well...she could do things just for show too, so she drove her partner wild, thrusting and humping and grinding. Yet she doubted fell would ever quite be out of his own control, for that was something the wolf held a rigid grasp on, despite everything.

In dominating, she knew, he took back some of the control he didn't feel he had in the rest of his life. Therein lay the difference between them and, perhaps, that was why they fit so well as partners and in the bedroom too.

But that was not for Reyna to delve into, not at that moment. The rest of the world, even the soft, comfortable bedroom she knew so well, fell away as if it had no matter at all to her anymore. The smooth flesh of his cock sliding against her lips and tongue was inviting, perhaps a little too much so, and she finally closed her eyes, letting the moment wash over her.

The heat of her wolf played deep and she groaned faintly, ears twitching. Her knees still needed to stay apart, though that was all by the by as far as she was concerned, swaying a little though confident Fell would catch her if ever needed. She didn't quite feel balanced there, but that was okay.

She wasn't meant to be in control. She was meant to be there, submissive to him. And that meant she didn't have to think at all.

Oh, and what a relief that was! To not think, to let her world suck down into the pressure of her lips around his cock and letting how good that simply felt, all on its own, roll through her, thrust after thrust and stroke after stroke. Reyna groaned around Sir's cock, slipping lower and lower, her black ears flicking and smoothing back, even though they would have normally been perked and in an upright position.

That didn't matter, no, not in that moment... She murmured around his cock as the wolf dominantly put a commanding paw on the back of her head and thrust, sliding into her mouth again and again with every long, sensual rock of his hips. The bunny trembled before him, trying to do all she could with her tongue, cradling that thick length of wolf meat, but there was nothing really Reyna needed to do, oh no.

Just be there. Just be pretty. Just be simple. Just be sweet. And it was oh so very sweet as Fell growled, tipping forward over her, filling her mouth, grunting softly as he thrust.

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