Supper Can Wait
A note to the reader: Another yiffy story about furrie lovers, yay. It has some very mild age-play and slight domination in language. If these things bother you then don't read it, silly. The characters in this story are the same ones I used in my last. A timber wolf (Me, duh) and a seventeen year-old huskie named Toby. A little time has past since the last story about a month or so. It's still winter out and both of us are shacked up at my place. Enjoy =3
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Supper can Wait
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Anther friday night of fun, I thought preparing a stack of sandwiches. Toby had stopped by for our night of naughtiness. No sooner than he was in the door than he was trying to get in my pants. And in my fridge. For what ever reason the prospect of mating always made him hungry. Fast food was the normal appetizers for a rump-hump but it was too late in the night to go shopping. Beside, my lover awaited me in the next room.
There was a sweetly thick scent of Toby's arousal escaping from my room. It was clear he had started without me. To be honest, I wasn't in the mood. Maybe I could get away with just some light foreplay. At worst, he'd ask me for a quickie. Good god, there was never such a thing as quick mating with Toby. Knotting was an inevitability with him. If I didn't let him pop it inside me, my beautiful puppy would whine and complain all night. Toby's nagging was the worst too, not just because of persistence. It was how he'd look at me. Holding his paws together, he would just stare hopefully at me in silence, expecting me to cave in. And I would. I always did. Perhaps that was why we made such a good couple, he knew just how to 'pull my leash', and I liked it. Taking a deep breath, I opened the bedroom door and softly walked inside, bringing our sandwiches. "Hello there babe, getting all warmed up?" Like I had to ask.
My lover sat posed leaning against the head-board of the bed wearing nothing but a smile. "Hey sweetie thanks for bringing me something to snack on. Now set those down on the night-stand, I have a treat for you to eat." He motioned in between his legs and I blushed. "So straight-forward tonight, must really want it badly." I thought as I attempted to regain my composure. I held the tray of food chest high and did a saucy strut up to him. My plan, play into it for a while the give him the brick-wall approach. I Could see by the pink tip emerging from just below his navel, it was working. SO upon reaching the bed i did as told. I sat the sandwiches down on the night stand and gave it 110% worth of acting.
A few seconds later; Shirt, gone. Pants, gone. Boxers, gone. On to the bed and I place my muzzle in between his thighs. Since Toby had been exploring the area before I walked in, the slightest touch of my moist tongue to it made him practically slid all the way out of his sheath.
"Well my, my, I don't think you'll make it through the fore-play" A test, hoping to see how close to climax he had brought himself in my absence. Toby snickered and placed his paw at the back of my head, applying a bit of 'encouraging pressure.' Clearly yes, all I had to do was fallatio him well enough and we'd be done for the night. Unfortunately I forgot he often didn't announce the moment before the moment. Not that I particularly minded the taste of my lover's cream, I just wasn't too spunky about the whole going on right now.
With perfect care I lifted his cherry-red shaft up with my tongue and slid my muzzle down around it. The familiar taste and watery texture graced my throat. Sporting a semi myself I felt my lover place his bottom paw against my hanging parts. From there he'd rubbed me out, or at least try to. Despite my best efforts not too, I fully gave into his wishes. With his lower paw pleasuring me the best it could, he used his top two paws to control my bobbing. "I wanna' make you gag on it," He told me, plopping himself further down my throat and fidgeted my lowers with his toes. Clearly I couldn't protest. Who would though? In a few minutes I'd happily take his load in my mouth then we could cuddle up to sleep. Yeah or so I thought.
The taste of pre-cum was getting pretty rich and I decided to move in for the coup de grace. Resting on my elbows I reached under his tail gently rimming the outside of his hole with my finger. Letting Some drool fall out of my mouth and down his open sheath I also gave his balls a gentle squeeze. To top it all off I tripled my speed. It was my signature and he loved it. Well normally he did. "Not this time, puppy, I still want a little more play time" he said holding on to my head to slow my loving ambition. A mumble of a complaint and I brought myself up to his tip. Kissing it ever so gently I swallowed hard the sticky mess in my mouth. Damn he didn't blow yet, I cursed in my head. "Babe..." I started to protested again "I'm really really tired."
Toby twirled his finger in the air, instructing me turn over. I knew what that meant. My beloved little doggie took the mention of exhaustion as a hint for him to ride in my lap, letting him do all the work. For as ready as he was to ram his inside of me, he must have also wanted play from the other end too. Sadly, If I went along with this, I'd probably fall asleep midway through. What a pity.
"Ummm, change my mind. Take me, I'm yours." A lie, but tempting one for him. In a flash he flopped our positions and was all over me. His wet tongue sloppily covering my face in kisses. His left paw busily at work to bring me to full attention. If I wasn't so drained from the long day I could have enjoyed it, a lot. Toby knew just what to do with his fingers, and his mouth. Just below my knot, even inside my sheath, touching it made me nearly blow. It didn't seem as effective in this particular instance I noticed. Oh how I wished I could have told him to hold off until tomorrow. I loved him too much to make him wait. That and I really didn't want him waking me up every five minutes to ask me what my definition of "Maybe later" was.
With a final lap, he backed off a little. He was going to make a move, I could figure that much out. What I didn't get was what position he was going for. Okay your move, what's it going to be tonight? I pounderd quietly as he traced my chest to my hips with his paws. He stopped there and lifted my rump off of the bed. At least he tried to. "Okay I get what you're driving at." I said lifting my legs and brought them to rest on his shoulders. This was actually going to work out in my favor, mostly. Toby would still get to pound at my back door and I could simply fall asleep in this oh-so-comfortable pose. Score one for me, I grinned.
Peering down at me a sense of pride filled his expression as he brought our lower halves together. Maybe he was a little to excited for own good. Maybe it was on purpose. Whatever the reason my eager lover failed to hit his target during a few slower rubs into my exposed tail-end. Toby's pace soon quickened and he work himself into my awaiting opening. Slowly he rocked us closer and closer, inching his way further inside me. I had to grip the bed sheets so I wouldn't scream out. He was doing an expert job, giving it to softly.
I felt my weight start to shift out of his favor and my butt nearly fell to the bed again. "How about a little pick-me-up?" he joked grabbing ahold of my thighs and drew me in closer. "Gahd, you're so tight right now, I bet this hurts like a..." I cut him off with a glare of disapproval. "Don't you even say it." I warned him through my panting. I hated it when he called me 'his bitch' during our little sessions when was the one on the bottom. Absolutely hated it. In rebuttal to my warning Toby gave a massive pelvic thrust, drilling into me like there was no tomorrow. My claws dug into the bed and I bite my tongue. Damn it hurt so much, but he know I loved it. "You're welcome, bitch." A smug grin filled his face.
My heart pounded and I tried to tell him off. Each time I opened my muzzle to speak brought a the same reaction. Yelping from the mixture of soreness and pleasure I felt him expanding inside me. Each time his sizeable knot breached my rimmed hole it grew a little larger. "Shush my little toy. I'll fill you up sooooo very soon." That was his best line? Jeez here I thought I was the tired one.
Making good on his word, Toby collided against me again with his full force, locking our bodies together. His plump knot barely made inside me and I writhed on my back from the shock. "Oooooohhhh..." I wheezed out as I felt him stretching me open. A blast of hot liquid poured its way out of Toby and gravity set to work. His toasty cream seeped it's way through my inside and I gave a slight wince. "Say... Say it..." my mate demanded huffing. Still spurting his seed into me, Toby gave a firm pull on my tail. The piercing sensation already there plus this added 'attention' made shaft grow thicker. "I made you my bitch now say it!"
Dominating me during mating was just how Toby showed his affections towards me. Despite how it sounded he was the sweetest lover. With a tired wink I looked him in the eyes. "Okay, okay. I'm your bitch, even if you're still only seventeen." With satisfaction I saw a rough grin formed on his face. "Damn right you are." my lover said softly and blew me a kiss. I blew one back at him and waited for him to be able to pull out. "You wanna' mount me when we break the tie? I noticed you really haven't been too frisky tonight, maybe it would do you some good to ride me." Though any other time I would have loved to plug him up, I just didn't have the energy tonight. My lovely little puppy probably didn't want to take after giving anyhow. "That's alright, love. Could we just cuddle instead?"
A gentle sigh and he nodded. "I thought you might have been tired." Reaching a free paw behind him he did his best to pass me a pillow while still supporting my weight against him. "Go ahead and drift off. I'll wake you up when I pull out so we can eat the sandwiches you made. Afterall you can't stay in bed before you finish your supper."