Bagman's Gambit (Prologue)
I knew she was no good from the moment I met her. She even told me so herself. Pressed up against the wall in a smoky club, her warm body flush against mine. Her soft arms wrapped around my waist while her tail flitted playful against mine. Those soft lips brushing my ears as we swayed, oblivious to all around us.
"I really am no good, you know. You'd be better off not getting mixed up with a girl like me."
Time would prove how right she was but then, that night, in that club, I was blinded by her beauty. The soft orange fur that covered her from head to toe, except for the white patch on her belly. You could lose yourself for hours in that fur. And then there were her piercing emerald eyes. One look from her and it was as if, all of a sudden, you were laid bare before her, all your secrets out in the open for her to see.
For weeks I'd been longing to have her gaze to fall on me. I saw her almost every day, but never approached her. It was always in the same club. A dingy, dark nightclub where Capitol Hill paper pushers like myself came to let off some steam during the work week. Every night she was there. She never danced with anyone. She just sat, sipped her drink, and watched. I picked up on the "bad girl" act immediately. Between her tight, leg-hugging jeans and leather jacket, and the fact that she was always alone, watching, it was sort of hard to miss. At the time though, that's all I thought it was, an act.
One night, when I'd decided that I couldn't take another night of staring at the gorgeous, mysterious vixen, I gathered up my courage and walked to the smoky corner of the bar where she was seated, watching as always. I sat down at her table and found myself unable to do anything but stare. She was even more entrancing up close. I couldn't look away.
It was only when she coughed that I noticed she was staring right back, an expectant look on her face. I flushed a little and stammered, all of a sudden unable to remember why it had seemed like a good idea to approach this gorgeous vixen.
"I...er...uh... get you a drink?"
And then, the most incredible thing in the world happened. She smiled. More to the point, she smiled and indicated the mostly-full glass in front of her, which I'd been too busy gawking to notice. But, god, that smile. It lit up her entire face and I knew then that I was hooked. I would do absolutely anything to see that smile again. And then she spoke.
"I think I'm alright. I'd settle for a dance though."
Music. Pure music. A thousand composers working through eternity could never hope to match the beautiful sound that was this vixen's voice. The sound of it brought a smile to my lips. That is, until my brain caught up and realized what she'd said.
I am not made for dancing. Mind you, it's not that I'm out of shape or anything. I'm not incredibly in shape either. I'm just your average german shepherd. It's just...dancing is never something I could wrap my head around. I understand it in concept, but out on the floor, when the music starts, all of a sudden I'm at a loss. I've learned to keep away from the dance floor. Everyone stays happier that way.
The vixen must have taken my smile for consent, because, before I knew it, her paw was grasping my arm and pulling me towards the dance floor. The feeling of her fur on mind sent shivers through my body, and I'd almost completely forgotten my anxiety about being forced to dance when all of a sudden she stopped, right in the middle of the dance floor, and turned to face me.
I gulped and stared at her, having no idea what I should do next. I was about to open my mouth to try and talk my way out of dancing when I felt her paws around my waist, pulling me close to her. She took over, starting us in a gentle swaying movement. I was more than happy to follow, staring at her while my stomach tied itself in knots and my skin tingled wherever she touched me. The vixen became my world. The sight of her soft fur in the pulsing lights, her scent in my nostrils as she pressed herself against me. I never wanted it to end.
I don't know how long we danced. All I know is that eventually we stopped, and the club was considerably less full than it was before. And that's how I ended up against a wall in that dark, dingy club, with this goddess of a vixen pressed close against me as she whispered in my ear.
"Really, you should just leave. Forget you ever saw me here. You'll be happier."
What did she expect me to do? Warning me against getting involved with her while at the same time she pressed her gorgeous body against me; nuzzled my neck and nipped ever so gently at it. i decided to play along with her game.
"I know how to take care of myself. I think I'll risk it..."
I leaned in to give one of her ears a gentle bite. She laughed as her ear twitched. My heart leapt in my chest. Looking up at me with a grin, she replied,
"As long as you know what you're doing."
With that, her paw was around my arm again and I was being led out of the club. The wall of cool night air that hit me right as we left the club was staggering, and I was still reeling when she tugged at my arm.
"So...which way is your place?"
Fifteen minutes later the door to my apartment flew open, and in we tumbled. The vixen and I wrapped in each other's arms, our lips pressed hungrily together as we kissed. My eyes closed tight as her tongue pressed into my maw, wrestling with my own tongue and causing my knees to go weak. The kiss lasted all the way into the bedroom, where all of a sudden I found myself flat on my back on my bed, the gorgeous vixen straddling me, her paws already working on getting my shirt undone. Button by button she worked her way down my chest until my shirt was undone, the tension rising palpably each time a button was undone. By the time she finished, I was panting with lust.
Not to be outmatched, I quickly set my own paws to work, quickly ridding her of everything but her black, lacy bra, marveling as more and more of her body was exposed. Each new inch of her filled me with more and more wonder. She was absolutely perfect. Her bra was quickly done away with, leaving her bare from the waist up. Even exposed as she was she still managed to look predatory, grinning at me as if she was daring me to find fault with her perfect body. I couldn't help but gasp. she really was that beautiful. My voice caught in my throat and I simply stared.
Our paws roamed over each other's bodies as we continued to kiss. Deeply and passionately. Everything faded away except for her lips. Her tongue. Her breath hot against my cheeks and neck. The feeling of her fur clenched in my paws as they explored her body for the first time. Finally, we broke away from each other, panting. Our eyes connected and she smiled, and all of a sudden I was flushing red again.
With a grin she began unbuttoning my pants, quickly skimming them down my legs, along with my boxers. And just like that, I was completely naked in front of the world's most beautiful fox. I was already hard and leaking, my red, throbbing cock completely out of its sheath and begging for attention. The vixen took a long, appraising look at me before grinning and leaning down to once again kiss and nibble at my neck. I gasped as her sharp teeth played with the skin on my neck, closing my eyes and leaning my head back, letting her have her way.
I could have been completely happy to lie there forever as she teased at my neck, but suddenly, the gentle nipping ceased. I opened my eyes, my skin still prickling pleasantly where her teeth had been but moments before. The vixen, meanwhile, had shed her pants, and kneeled before me on the bed, naked as the day she was born. Yet again, I was overwhelmed by her beauty. From her coy, seductive face, down to her chest, where her nipples poked stiffly from the tips of her perfect breasts, down to her sex, already glistening with her wetness. Her scent filled my senses as I inhaled, my cock throbbing with each breath.
She crawled over me, straddling me so our hips rested on one another, my cock just brushing against her folds. She kissed me again, slower than before, but no less passionately. As I once again became lost in her kiss I felt her paw slowly encircle my cock, moaning lightly into the kiss. She stroked my length tenderly for a few moments, her fingers tracing every inch of it. I bucked my hips into her paw, my pre quickly matting down the fur on her paws, filling the air with a mixture of our scents.
Without once breaking the kiss, she guided my cock to her opening and began to slowly lower herself down onto me. The feeling was like nothing else. Her sex spread slowly around my length as she slowly lowered herself down. Warmth and wetness enveloped my cock, causing it to throb inside of her, drawing out a moan of pleasure from her lips. The moment seemed to last ages, more and more of me disappearing inside of her until our hips met once again.
We stayed like that for a while, reveling in the feeling of such an intimate connection. Every now and then she would squeeze herself around my cock, forcing me to moan in pleasure. Suddenly, my lips found hers, and I kissed her fiercely as I began to buck my hips, bouncing her up and down on my stiff length. She met each thrust with her hips, forcing me deeper and deeper inside of her. Our bodies writhed together, the sounds and smells of two furs mating passionately filling the room as I repeatedly drove in and out of her.
Each thrust earned a new moan from her, gradually building in volume until I was sure I would be hearing from my neighbors about all the noise. Then, though, I could not have cared less. I was lost in the moment. My senses swimming with the sight, the smell, and the feel of her. I'm not sure how long I lasted. It felt like hours. It could have been only minutes. Nevertheless, all too soon I was gasping and pulling her mouth to mine, kissing her deeper than ever as she drove me over the edge. I grunted against her lips, my cock throbbing hard as I filled her with my seed. My thick cum flooded into her. It felt like I came for ages. Finally though, I was spent, and my head flopped back onto the bed. I panted, smiling up at her. She smiled right back before collapsing on top of me, both of us panting hard in a sweaty, contented heap.
Later that night, cuddled in bed, I asked her her name. She grinned slyly at me.
"You first."
"It's Eli. Eli Bagman."
She smiled, closing her eyes and snuggling back against me. I held her closely and breathed in the scent of her fur. I nuzzled against her neck and asked again.
"And yours?"
There was no reply. The vixen was already peacefully asleep in my arms. I sighed, and, nuzzling into the back of her neck, let sleep overtake me as well.
I awoke to an empty bed. My arms searching for the warmth of a body that wasn't there. She was gone, nowhere to be seen. The only proof I had that she was anything other than a dream was a small note that she'd left on her pillow. On it was written a phone number. No name.
"This is going to be the start of a very interesting relationship." I mused aloud. Oh, how right I was.