A Dance for the Night (part two)
Fox/wolf, f/herm, anal, bizzare
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"It's too frigg'n cold to be out here." Serra grumbled to herself and painted a smile on as a car passed by, making sure to show a little more leg. No luck, the driver simply kept on going.
Lightning flashed overhead followed by a thunder clap. Serra was determined to get at least one costomer before the weather forced her inside. There was another car comming her way, a sporty red 'Vette that screamed money. A thrill of anticipation ran through her body as the car came to a stop in front of her.
The darkly tinted passenger window rolled down to reveil a young silver coated fox. Long silver-grey hair tumbled around a face that was as gender ambigous as the body hidden under the black suit the fox wore. The silver-violet eyes that peered at Serra from above the rims of that dark sunglasses unnerved her for some unknown reason.
Serra forced her voice to be as sweet and sexy as possible. "You looking for a little fun, darling?"
A slightly predatory smile crossed the fox's lips. "Maybe. I hardly doubt that you'll be able to give it to me. I'm rather hard to please."
She bristled slightly at the taunt, fighting to keep her smile pasted on. "Oh, I'm sure I can give it to you. That is, if you're willing to pay."
That smile seemed to gain more of it's predatory glint."Believe me, I can pay anything you charge and then some."
'Gods, this guy is fucking rich...' Serra's eyes all but fell out of their sockets as she was escourted into the penthouse appartment that belonged to the fox. As a pup, Serra had led a fairly decent life, but never had she seen such a lavish setting.
"Mmm, I take it my little wolf likes what she sees?" The whisper was soft in her ear and accompanied by a soft brush of fingertips running up her thigh. "such a pretty wolf, but so much pain. You've been hurt alot, haven't you?"
Serra shivered softly at the touch, wanting to run away but unable to move her body. "can we just get on with it?" The question was little more then a whispered plea.
"So impatient and so very scared." Serra let out a soft sqeal as the fox rubbed his crotch against her rump. "But you also want me. You crave what you do."
The fox led her over to an open door that turned out to be a bedroom. Serra really had no time to take in her surroundings as she was spun around, her lips caught by the fox's own in a passionate kiss. Fear and uncertintiy mixed with lust within her, leaving her slightly confused about her reactiong to the fox.
The fox's lips left Serra's, drifting down her neck to nuzzle the hollow between her neck and shoulder. She was vaugely aware of her strapless top being taken off, but it was the feel of lips and tongue on her peaked nipple that caught her attention. It was those lips, tongue and the slight scap of teeth that worked at her nipple until her breast felt full and achey. That talented mouth moved to her other nipple while the vulpine's fingers slipped up her skirt, finding her swollen bud and running a finger across it and was rewarded with a moan from Serra.
The fox murred softly in her ear. "You like that don't you?" Serra fell backwards onto the bed and almost instantly found the fox ontop of her. "Mmm, there are things that I can do for you that no one else can do."
Serra watched transfixed as the fox peeled off the suit jacket and shirt that he wore. Small but full and perky breasts graced the vulpine's chest. Hir fingers trailed down hir belly, slipping the button from it's fasten and unzipping hir fly. The trousers and underwear were tossed aside and Serra simply stared for a moment at the slim hips and fully emerged and fully errect six inch cock that belonged to the herm.
A smile crossed hir face as shi fell onto all fours and crawled forward until they were face to face with each other. "You like what you see, don't you? I know what else you like...Roll onto your stomach."
She did exactly as she was told, too afraid not to. She didn't know why, but the fox scared her very much. Hands smiply pushed Serra's miniskirt up around her waist and pulled her up into a forced kneel, everything put on display for her employer. A whimper left her as the fox ran hir tongue from her tail hole to her slit, ending with a playful flick across her sensitive nub.
She could feel the fox shift behind her and then all but jumped when shi pressed the head of her cock against Serra's tailhole. A slight panic ran theough her as the fox pressed into her, streaching her with a slight buring pain. Her own wetness and the fox's own pre-cum acted as just enough lube to keep it from being even more painful that it could have been. It seemed to take forever until the fox finally hilted hirself in Serra, stopping to allow the foxes body time to get accustomed to the invaision.
A soft whimper left Serra as the fox pulled hirself almost compleatly from the wolf before slamming back into her, grinding hirself a bit into the girl. Shi set a fast pace, roughly pounding into Serra's tailhole.One of the vulpine's hands slipped down to run hir fingers across the wolf's clit, rolling it between hir fingers a bit.
Serra was caught between an intense pleasure and an overwhelming combination of fear and anger. Pleasure from the things that the fox did to her body, fear and anger from the memories that forced themselves into her mind. Childhood memories fo her mother's many "boyfriends" and the many violations that they had forced upon her young body. It was those memories that induced the tears that rolled down her checks even as she moaned out her pleasure.
"you've been hurt so much..." Serra was only faintly aware of the fox's babbling as her body began to tighten, getting closer to the climax that she could feel just on the edge. "So much pain and you hate, caused by such evil men. Every night you relive that pain and you hate it as much as you crave it..."
A soft whine left left Serra as she pressed backwards against the fox, silently begging for her release. The fox continued to babble, hir voice strained in hir own pleasure. "Gods, the hate thats in you; as strong as your pain. Surrender them both to me, my lovely wolf!"
It was almost like some switch had been flipped and with her climax, Serra's soul had been opened to the fox for hir taking. She screamed her pleasure aloud and would have calasped is it hadn't been for the fox's hands at her hips holding her up.
"Yes! Gods the pain!" The shout was accompanied by the searing warmth as the fox's seed filled her.
With one last thrust, the fox let Serra fall onto the bed, following her down to spread out across her back, hir cock still in Serra's tailhole. She was honestly not sure what to do. All her conflicting emotions were simply gone, leaving her with just the warm afterglow of their passion. All the hate she had once felt towards the men of her past had simply vanished. Even her memories were fading.
"I told you I could pay. This dweling is now yours, bit it's not as priceless as the other gift I've given you."
Serra licked her lips nervously, slightly shifting under the vulpine. "What do you mean?"
She shivered slightly as the fox removed hirself from Serra's body, but shi didn't move from hir position on her back. "I've taken away your reason for selling yourself. You have all the money you need no, but more then anything, I've taken away your need and craving to do it."
"What are you?"
"Something you don't need to worry about." the fox laughed softly in Serra's ear. "Sleep now my little Serra. Sleep and dream your smiple dreams."
Before she could protest, the oblivion of sleep stole her sight. Her last thought was to wonder how the fox knew her name.
The day came and went and it wasn't until sundown the next night when a drowsy young wolf woke in an appartment she rememebered always owning. Her bed was messy from sleep and sex and her skirt was still bunched around her waist, dried seamen still sticking to the fur of her thighs but she couldn't remember who she'd slept with.
As she showered, the wolf named Sarra found herself wondering about an odd scent that seemed to cling in the air of her appartment. A scent that was neither male nor female, but something other. A memory of silver-violet eyes and tears wafted through her mind. A soft scent of rose that seemed to dance upon her senses before disapereing into the night.