A Submissive Krystal
Jorge, the grey wolf, and Krystal, the blue vixen, sat on the couch next to one another. Jorge had his arm around her and a bowl of popcorn in their lap. They had been expecting one of their favorite movies to be on tonight, but instead, there was just sports. Krystal tapped the button on the controller over and over again, going through each channel as Jorge spoke a dull 'next'.
"Sorry this has turned out so awful," he said as they waited for a commercial to end.
"It is alright," she said with her strong English accent. "I'm quite sure something is on."
There certainly was, as the commercial ended a woman appeared on the screen, dressed what seemed to be a tight corsette that sat under her bust and chaps that were all in black leather, yet her breasts and vagina were exposed. There was a man at her feet, looking up pleadingly with his ears back.
Both of the furs sitting on the couch stared with wide eyes and open jaws at the screen. Krystal's digit stopped in mid - air above the next button and Jorge fidgeted uncomfortably next to her. To think he would to see his dream situation on the television screen andthe one he imagined havingunder his control next to him. It was honestly all very surreal.
"I'm oddly intrigued by this, Jorge," Krystal said setting the remote to the side as the woman pushed the man back with her foot.
"Oh?" he said, trying to ignore the growing warmth between his legs.
"I wonder how that man feels? Why does he enjoy this?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and her eyes growing wide as the man started to do whatever the woman told him too.
Jorge watched her breath quicken as the man licked up the woman's leg before reaching the bare sex that was presented for him. The TV shouted to eat her out - and the man did just that. His head moved forward and the camera switched, showing him licking quickly between her folds before starting to suck at the woman's clitoris while delving into her hot core with a finger. Krystal's breathing was getting heavy and her legs began to shift, slightly at first, but growing more pronounced with each second that passed.
"Kiss me," he said, probably less fierce than he should have. She looked at him, a twinge of defiance in her eyes.
"I said kiss me!" he demanded with more force, his ears going forward.
"Yes," she nodded, and leaned into him, the tip of her muzzle gently caressing his. Jorge froze, a bit shocked that she had actually listened to him.
Her eyes were closed as she continued kissing him. Her paw had released the remote and was moving along the outside his thigh. The wolf's eyes were still open and they drifted over to the television. The woman was moaning happily, grabbing the man's hair and pushing his face closer to her cunt. His paw drifted down and grabbed her shirt - which was already tight - pulling her tighter against him and revealing quite a bit of her bountiful cleavage as the first button came undone.
"Mhmm," she moaned against him in surprise at the force.
The sound of her made the warmth that had been between his legs grow into an all out fire. Her paw moved up and around his thigh as she shifted - thanks to even more pressure being applied on her back - and the wolf's balls clenched in anticipation.
He glanced over again at the program that was playing and saw the man now detaching the bottom half of the woman's outfit. The man used his teeth to first undo the belt buckle, then the button tot he waist band that held the chaps on. He moved to the zipper, moving way to slow for his mistress it seemed, since she went and pushed his head to go faster. Getting a brilliant idea, he put the popcorn bowl to the side with his free paw. He then rested it on the blue vixen's leg and slowly started to slide it up, her blue fur running between his digits.
She broke the kiss suddenly and pulled back, looking at him with an expression he couldn't read. Trying to think of what he should do, he met her gaze steadily. Was she tired of this game already? Did she not want to have sex? He decided that tonight, for once, he would get his way.
"Did I say to stop kissing me?" He snapped.
Krystal shook her head and planted her muzzle back on his. Jorge eagerly kissed her back, heart fluttering at finally getting to explore her body. His paw moved farther up her bare leg. As he reached the hem of her skirt, he slipped his paw under it, acting like it was not even there and began to go a little faster, caressing her thigh and allowing his digits to lightly brush against her panties. He could feel her body tense against against him, but she never once stopped kissing him or withdrew from his touch. He thought back to the scene earlier, where the man was removing the woman's clothes and swooned in his mind, his cock beginning to emerge from his sheath. He broke the kiss, looking at her with eyes full of determination, and grinned.
"I want you to take off my shirt," he said, pausing long enough to let her move her arms and place her paws on his shirt, "with your teeth."
She nodded and bent her head down, blue ears tickling his muzzle. She clumsily undid the first button, her nose brushing across his chest. She moved a little closer to him and his paw slipped right up against her crotch, making her gasp lightly. He looked down at her, noticing the quick recovery and wondered if he was not preforming good enough yet. As she worked on the second button, he took one of his digits and inserted it in to her panty line.
She moaned at she moved down to the third button. He wiggled his one digit against her outer lips, trying to get deeper into her panties without removing them - yet. That would come with time. For now, he just wanted her to squirm under him and make sure she did everything he said. They played this game until she was at the last button and he had two digits inside her panties, stroking her sex's lips and feeling them swell under his touch.
"Now the pants," he said, putting his other paw on the top of the blue vixen's head and pushing her down. He was pretty amazed at her flexibility as her body did not hesitate being pushed down to the button on his jeans.
Even through the thick material he could feel her breath against his growing member. He had tried to keep it under control until now, not wanting the bulge in his pants to make taking them off any harder, but now it was just unbearable. He tried to think of something else as she worked on the little metal button, but his cock sprang to attention once she moaned due to Jorge accidentally flicking her clit. The little bit of added pressure seemed to take care of the button and she moved down farther to the zipper, taking it craftily in her mouth and dragging it downwards. Her nosed trailed along his length, her hot breath mixed with the soft cotton of his boxers made him finally release a satisfied murr.
"Good Krystal," he said, stroking her hair and her clit at the same time. His cock twitched, hitting her on the nose a little bit before she was all the way done wit the zipper.
"What now?" she asked, looking up at Jorge with her teal eyes.
He smiled, knowing exactly what he wanted. Yet, at the same time, he wanted to draw this out as long as possible, be able to explore all the sudden possibilities that had opened up from the program on the television. He withdrew his paw from her hair and pulled his growing cock out of its confines. He stroked his length professionally with one digit, collecting pre-cum on it. He held it up to her muzzle.
"Taste it," he said. And she did. Her tongue swirled around the tip of his digit, lapping up his pre-cum. Just as she was finishing the morsel, he slipped a digit into her sex, making her open her mouth in a gasp, a mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum trail from his digit to her tongue.
The wolf withdrew the finger, making sure to caress her walls on the way out. He used two of his other digits to make enough space between her entrance and her panties to remove himself without losing any of her natural lubrication. He exchanged his digits, making her taste her own juices. As he moved, Jorge got a good smell of her and was amazed at the pheromones being released. He suddenly wanted to taste her whole body, kiss every inch, be as deep inside of the blue vixen as possible. The warm sensation over his body only increased when she moaned at her taste, her eyes drifting shut as if she was eating a foreign delicacy.
"Now strip for me," the wolf said as she finisher her snack, "like one of those tramps at the bar."
She knew what bar he was talking about, cause it was one that she went to all the time to gather intelligence. It was where they had met and started talking. He did not think she would follow his command, he did not expect her to undo the top button of her shirt before turning around and bending over at the waist, allowing her skirt to ride up just so he could see the outline of her ass cheeks. She then when into a straddle, making the skirt form tighter over her bottom as she slipped off her shoes. She leaned over to one side and ran her paws up her leg as she came back into an upright position, teasing him with the skirt that began to fall back down.
Jorge's paw drifted towards his now fully erect cock, a digit twirling around the tip. His mind was completely focused on watching Krystal, but his paws seemed to move on their own, each one taking a part of his sex and massaging it. The blue vixen was still straddling, but turned her upper body towards him, further unbutton her blouse. The sleeves began to fall off her shoulders, revealing her bright purple bra straps. She faced away from the wolf again, putting her arms down and allowing the shift to fall off her back, and even though it rather quickly revealed her skin, Jorge felt like it was an eternity.
So mesmerized by the curves of her body, he did not notice her remove the bra, for the next time she turned to him all she was wearing was the skirt. His eyes tried not to linger at her perfectly shaped breasts for to long, but it was difficult. The fur that covered them left a perfect circle bare around her nipples, which were quite erect already. He forced his eyes to roam farther down her body, finding his mind wandering to what she looked like under the skirt.
He removed his paw from his length as she began to walk towards him. She lifted on of her legs and placed it on one side of him. He murred as the skirt rose up even higher, giving him a perfect view of her dampened panties. He wanted to reach out and touch Krystal, but resisted, knowing he would have his time soon. Jorge settled for watching her hands skillfully slip up under her skirt and push her panties down to her knees.
The wolf's tongue reflexively went around his top lip as Krystal's sex was revealed to him. Once again the fur was perfectly trimmed, leaving her lips a soft pink color that were begging to be touched. He looked up at her and so a bit of a flush appearing around her muzzle. He smirked and put his paws on either of her legs.
"Stay like this, play with yourself in front of me," he said, paw drifting down to where hers was pushing her panties down. He took it and guided her back to her core, giving her no choice but to touch herself.
Even with such a light touch she gasped out, pleasure spreading through her whole body.
"Continue," Jorge commmanded.
Krystal did, using two of her digits to spread her lips, giving him sight of the clit that he had been teasing earlier. The blue vixen took her other paw and began to tease herself, taking her button and pinching and pulling at it. Her yips of enjoyment made Jorge breath heavy and his cock throb so hard it was painful. He watched as she entered a digit into her depths and let a high moan out of her mouth. She began to pump, her juices dripping around her finger. He watched as her eyes rolled up and the blush spread across her face, highly visible even under her deep blue fur.
His eyes drifted down and watched her chest heave as her yips and murrs became full fledged moans and gasps. Her breasts jiggled with each gasp and the wolf finally gained the confidence to reach up and touch her. His paws cupped their underside, his thumb-digit being able to brush against her nipples. They grew harder under his touch and made her breath deeper in still. He leaned forward and tentatively licked one of the hard tips, making her flinch in surprise.
"Jorge!" she exclaimed in between moans. Krystal had always been so conservative with him that to hear her say his name with such desire and need made him swoon.
Pre-cum began to come out of his penis head, giving it more of a shine then it already had. He continued to fondle her breasts, occasionally licking each nipple. They were so soft and pliable, but still firm enough that they created a pleasant natural cleavage. Yet, his knot was still covered by his sheath, but the wolf had a way to fix that. Now that Krystal was all riled up, he wanted her to hold on to that feeling and continue to let it build.
"Stop," he commanded. She slowly and reluctantly moved her paw away from her core.
"Of course," she whimpered.
"Good girl," he said, slowly building to a more harsh term for later. He moved her panties farther down and inspected her folds, parting them with his digits. They were swollen from her strokes and pumps. Not swollen enough, he thought, just wait until I'm pounding into her. He grabbed her clit, making her wince.
"Suck me off," he said, with more force than any of the time before. Krysal looked away in impudence. He gripped her harder and she looked back at him.
"I said suck me off, and I meant now," he said, not letting go of her.
The blue vixen nodded slowly before moving her foot-paw off the couch and back down to the ground. He let go of her clit, but did not withdraw his arm, ready to grab her again if she did not do as he said. Krystal moved to her knees and stuck out her tongue, touching the base of his member and running up his length. Jorge moaned as she took him into her mouth, soft tongue encircling as much of his girth as possible. The blue vixen began to suck, moving up and down him.
"Use your...ohhhh....breasts too," he commanded of her.
"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded, not letting his cock leave her mouth. She maneuvered from her knees to the balls of her foot-paws, her mouth sliding all the way down his length. She used her tail for extra balance as her body was now slightly arched back. Her paw shifted from his knees to her breasts, pushing them up and around his base.
The mixture of sensations made his head fall back and eyes closed in pleasure. Her soft breasts and warm mouth were able to coax out his knot finally. Her breasts slipped over it and he gasped in bewilderment, eyes snapping open and dilating from the joy. It was almost as if she fed off his pleasure as she started to go faster, squeezing her breasts tighter around him. His moans became more consistent and desperate. Jorge urged her to go faster and she did.
He could feel his orgasm build, but bit his lower lip to stop it from happening just yet. He was enjoying this too much and wanted it to last as long as it could. His paws moved to her head, stroking her ears lovingly, trying to distract himself from thrusting against her muzzle. She tightened her lips around him and it pushed him over the edge as Krystal went down farther than she had thus far.
"Krystal!" he yelled, reaching his first climax. A thought flashed through his mind where he was suddenly happy he hadn't masturbated in a few days.
His cum filled her mouth. She farther tightened her muzzle around him to stop his cock from twitching. He never felt her swallow, but instead hold the seeds in her mouth, as if she was afraid to actually allow it go down her throat. He reached out for the popcorn bowl and held it next to her.
"Not like these are going to get eaten anyway," he barely commented, breathing ragged from his moans. She removed his manhood from her mouth and shifted over to the bowl, spitting out the thick white substance over the popcorn. She coughed lightly as the last little bit exited her mouth.
"Now it is time for the real fun, though," he said placing the popcorn bowl back down on the couch.
The blue vixen looked at him, both shocked and excited. He imagined that her desire was taking over most rational thought at the point so he stood up with her still between his legs. He stepped over her and twisted so that he was behind Krystal. She turned to look at him, a bit confused to say the least.
"Who gets to be a good bitch for me?"
"I do," she said simply.
"Good," he bent her against the couch cushions and ran his paws down her side, making her shiver.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her up to her feet, making sure that her chest was still pressed to the couch. He pushed up the skirt to her waist, making sure to ruffle her fur along the back of her thighs and her ass. She moved her tail obediently to the side, giving him a perfect view of her tight asshole and plumped up pussy. He spread her legs a little bit and murred at the sight of her entrance before him. He shoved his still hardened cock into her, keeping himself from moaning so he could hear her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, as his tip split her sex and entered her depths. He thrust lightly a few times, allowing her to adjust to his size before really starting to pound into her.
He grabbed the fur on her back and pulled himself as close as possible to her, making his knot slip in to her tight hole. Jorge finally let out a moan as her sex completely surrounded him. He gripped harder, making her release a mixture of wince and moan.
"You are so tight, my bitch. You must have been saving yourself for me," he said, reaching up to her head and grabbing some of her hair. He pulled her back to him, putting her back flush against his chest and making her butt rub against his knot. She tried to pull away slightly, telling him that she was enjoying it and to keep it up. He removed one of this paws from her hair and began to grope at her breast. In this position, his thrusts were less consistent now, but they were very forceful as they pressed almost perfectly on her spot.
Getting a little sore, he leaned back a bit on the arm of the sofa unwittingly adjusting so that his knot slid forward and into Krystal's tight sex. Wedged between her and the arm of the sofa, his thrusts became more consistent and, if possible, even more forceful as his knot slid between her walls. Each time his knot left her body she would whimper, and when it plopped back in she would moan. He found that nearly more of a turn on than anything else. He tightened his grip on the blue vixen's breast, digits being sure to catch the nipplewhile his free paw reached around to rub just above her clit.
"Oh louder my bitch! Scream my name!" he commanded as he squeezed obht her paws against her tighter.
"Jorge! Jo-jorge! Oh my!" she yelled out, never once losing her proper British accent. Her paw was gripping the back of the sofa, nails digging deep into fabric.
The wolf chuckled as the blue vixen continued to scream, his orgasm building with each stroke inside of her, each pulse of her walls around him, each vibration of her voice hitting his ears.
"I'm going to cum!" she yelled out. He slapped her breast, making her shriek in the middle of her moan.
"Not yet. You will cum when I say so!" he said, thrusting harder.
He began to ravish her clit faster, wanting to push her to the absolute edge of reason. He began to groan in pleasure as the pressure built in his cock. She continued to express her desire, nay, need to cum. He would remove his paw from her, making the need subside before beginning again.
Jorge howled her name as he finally released, continuing to lightly hump her from behind as his seed flowed into her womb. He quickened his pace at her clit and leaned his head forward near her ear.
"Now you can cum," he said.
He slapped her tit again, pinching her button at the same time, his slow steady strokes against her making her desperate moans become pleased ones. He felt her walls clench around him, holding his cock in her right past the knot as her orgasm hit. Her body quivered and he suddenly wondered how long it had been since she had last had sex.
Once Krystal's body was spent, she fell to the side where her paw was clutching the back of the couch. Jorge felt his softened member slide out of her, covered in the sticky mixture of bodily fluids. His paw stroked her back, working his way up to her hair. He used his other paw and softly took her chin, moving it around to face him so he could gently kiss her.
"Next time," he said with a wolfish grin, "you get to be in charge."
Number one of my Iron Author, doing 3 pages for $5. Had a lot of fun writing this!
Jorge (c) Jorge the Wolfdog
Krystal belongs to Rare/Nintendo
Story by Reian