Better Alone ...for Xial
"Better Alone"
for Xial
by Tagenar
Racielle set the box down on the bed. She flexed a claw, cut the tape and tore the top open. The cheetah reached in and picked up the heavy toy. She held it in both paws, studying it, as if making sure it matched the description.
The image of the canine dildo on the website had been a fantasy--something she had never imagined. To hold it in her paws now seemed impossible and she had to make sure it was real, just as described, just as she imagined. She tuned the toy over and over in her paw. It seemed fairly harmless, but that's because it was still small. She'd requested it to be naturally colored and natural-feeling, and it lived up to those qualifications. The third remained the most fantastic, and she had been waiting for weeks to find out if everything her friend told her was true.
Racielle quickly tore off her clothes, climbed on the bed and lay on her back. She hooked up the attachment to the base, flung the hose out of the way but still within reach. She spread her legs. She grasped the toy and held it up to her.
In this position, she let her mind wander. She imagined a huge, hulking canine draped over her lower body, gently holding her down with his weight, yet politely waiting at her doorstep, asking if he could come inside. She smiled, flattered that he'd be so polite. She pictured herself bracing herself body on his smooth, rippling arms.
She teased herself with the tip. Played with the skin on the outside, just like she wished they would before they entered. Nobody really knew how to do it properly, but this male would. Yes, he was special. He'd have to be to get Racielle on her back like this.
The cheetah leaned back, gasping. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she pictured that masculine canine teasing her, making the cheetah want it inside her. He was very good at that--they always forgot to entice her before they entered, but not him. She imagined herself wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, hands gradually wandering down his strong back as he ran his boiling hot maleness around her entrance.
She panted and moaned, resisting him, making this male work for her permission. She never gave it up easily, and it was a rare and wonderful male who could please her enough even to make her consider it.
His tip stayed shallow, never going more than a claw's length inside. Poked in and out, rubbed around her rim. She gasped and moaned. She came once, and as quick as she felt it, it was gone, leaving her wanting another.
She was ready. For the first time in as long as she could remember, she wanted him. She imagined herself grasping his rear, held her arm out to the right length and pushed his hips forward.
In her mind she saw him smiling, grateful to know he earned this. He fell into her embrace and entered all the way.
Racielle slid the toy past her skin. It parted her, and her body pulled it in the rest of the way. The cheetah gasped and smiled. She saw the canine lying above her, a soft look on his face that told her he was thinking of her; he let her control the penetration because he wanted this to be good for her, on her terms.
Her body pulled it all the way in. She opened her legs more to make room for it. It was still small, but she'd seen a canine before. You couldn't judge them by first impression; you had to be patient. They didn't show their true size until they were ready to finish.
Racielle kept the thrusts slow and gentle, imagining her canine on top testing her, figuring out how much she could take. She wasn't sure either; but just knowing he was thinking about her was enough to push her over the edge.
Gradually, she imagined the canine on top of her figured out she was used to him now, and began thrusting faster and longer, stroking her insides all the way up and down. He was big enough to touch every part of her--something the cheetah had never experienced before. She held onto his strong body for support.
She let one hand go from the toy and felt down the length of the hose attached to the toy deep inside her. She found the pump and grasped it in one paw.
She opened her eyes. She saw him looking down on her, full of affection and care. He gestured to himself, silently warning her he was about to tie. She wrapped her arms around him and nodded, but not just agreeing. With that glance she told him she deeply wanted to find out for herself what it was like, and she was ready. He made her ready for it. She thanked him for making her ready, and unlike males in the real world, he understood how much this meant to her.
She squeezed the pump once. Instantly the silicone toy swelled. She arched her back and gasped. That was nothing like she imagined it would be. She squeezed five times in quick succession, surrendering the element of control to him. The toy expanded within her--the shaft grew and swelled against her walls. She couldn't spread her legs any further. There was no more room for it. It was making room.
This is what she spent the extra money on. The most realistic canine toy ever made. One that not only felt like a real one, but behaved like one. Racielle had many toys. Small ones, big ones, normal sizes and even some strange shapes, but this was an experience she had never attempted.
Canines were rare in this part of the world. She'd heard rumor, but until she watched her friend experience a canine--the first one they had ever met--she had no idea what it was like. After seeing the look on her friend's face, she had to try it herself.
She pumped the toy against her will now. The shaft expanded and stretched and filled her up more and more. Racielle imagined holding onto her strong, canine lover as she accepted him, and he held onto her, not for control, but for comfort, reassuring her that though this was painful, they were going through it together.
The shaft was full now. She squeezed again. The knot inflated. She gasped and kept inflating it little by little. The knot was perfectly positioned in her that every squeeze made her cum. It was so much in such a short time and she wished that canine lying on top of her were real. Someone who cared about her, who wanted this to be good for her and wasn't using her body to satisfy himself.
The toy wouldn't inflate anymore. It was as large as it could get. It felt like she was fisting herself, but with a toy instead, and it was the most wonderful feeling. It was everything she imagined.
Her friend was right. She had longed to experience it herself, but not with the real canine. She couldn't bring herself to ask him. No real male ever did it the way she wanted. They never touched her how she needed it, they never made her want it, they never gave her those little glances and gestures to tell her how much she meant to them. Toys like this were the only way she ever enjoyed herself.
She held her canine. Kissed him tenderly as they lay tied together. He was too big to thrust her, too big to pull out, but he didn't need to do anything now. His knot hit all the right places--his shaft touched her where nothing else could, and his knot pushed on her spot constantly. She came over and over again just from him being inside her. But what sent her over the edge was knowing nothing gave him more pleasure than to see her happy.
Racielle lay on the bed shuddering in ecstasy. Just breathing made her cum now, and it didn't have to end. Here, alone in her room, it lasted as long as she wanted. The male on top of her was just what she needed, and she was just what he needed. She would have it no other way.