Refuge Chapter 2
Refuge: Chapter 2 Copyright 2004 Benjamin B. (a.k.a. "Lobito") Written as a commission for Draco Elya and Theodus are intellectual property of Draco The effect of Elya's words upon her small companion was immediate and obvious; she could see the little drouse's eyes close as he shivered momentarily, an unmistakable expression of sensual pleasure crossing his features. After a moment's hesitation, he began making his way slowly toward her foot. The skunkess experienced a delicious shudder herself as her small lover pressed his face against the calloused flesh of her foot and began licking. It wasn't the physical sensation that sent such an appetizing tingle through her nerves, though the feeling of his eager tongue desperately lapping at her paw was quite gratifying; it was the power. This tiny creature, so fragile and helpless in this world of giants, trusted her, wanted to please her, would do nearly anything she said. She had never had such complete control over another being before. Oh, sure, she had toyed with such play, tied up her most recent ex during a few nighttime romps... but there had never been such a feeling of utter authority. Such a small, innocent furre, so vulnerable and acting on her every whim... The thought made the sweet yearning between her legs swell even more hungrily than before. But she kept her hands at bay, tilting her head back and focusing on Theo's movements, on the feel of his tongue darting over her paw, seeking the sticky reside of his pleasure with unrestrained enthusiasm. The skunkess couldn't help but smile to herself, remembering the feeling of his body under her paw, tensing and shaking as if in the middle of a seizure, trapped by her slightest exertion of force. Totally under her sovereign. As the feeling of the drouse's attentions left her foot and the whisper-like sound of his rustling through the rumpled sheets of her bed reached Elya's ears, she let out a deep, throaty purr of contentment. Oh, yes, this was power. And she liked it very, very much. Theo nervously rested his right hand against the soft fur of her footpaw, hesitating. His face was mere inches away from the rough flesh of her pad, from the translucent white splotches that freckled its surface. Their presence served both as an embarrassing reminder of his body's reactions to this afternoon's unimaginable happenings, and also as a portent of that which was still to come. The drouse felt his face flush with heat and his body tremble slightly with excited trepidation at the thought, at the promise of her words, then took a breath and shook his head, trying to clear his mind, to focus. Elya had wanted him to do this first, to... clean up, and so that's what he needed to do, before anything else. She had given him such a wonderful gift, letting him touch these beautiful, amazing paws, letting him... do this all over them. He wanted to repay her, to bring her even a fraction of the delight she had brought him, and he'd do anything to make sure he did. ...even if that entailed, well, this. Shyly, Theodus poked his nose closer to her foot, sniffing cautiously at one of the small puddles he had left. It had never occurred to him to taste his own seed before. Those nights when he had woken up with unexpectedly sticky sheets, he could only think about how mortified he was to make such a mess, or about the strange, tingling feelings the dream still sent racing through his body. Never about... trying it. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad; there was no scent, as far as he could tell, or if there was it was covered by the enticing muskiness of Elya's paw. Even though he had only just come but a few minutes before, the drouse could feel that aroma sending urgent stirrings through his lower regions. A second, deeper breath filled his lungs with the sweaty, delicious odor of her, and forcing himself not to think about it, the drouse pressed his face forward, and licked. The first thing that registered was that the cool, tacky fluid was surprisingly bland-tasting, not nearly as strong as he had imagined. It was vaguely salty, and subtly bitter, though not unpleasantly so. He licked again, curious, letting the congealing fluid melt inside his mouth. It was actually sort of exciting, really, the taste of it, raw and bodily like sweat, but thicker. Realizing how much he was lingering in his task, the drouse began licking quickly but carefully all over her center foot-pad, eagerly letting his tongue roam its rough expanse. He could feel his member slowly hardening and lengthening once more as he pressed himself to her paw and began sucking a few stray drops of his viscous fluids from its white hairs. Prickles of sensation thrilled through his stomach as the head of his attentive erection brushed against that fine, silky fur. He longed to revel further in the experience, to bury himself in its musky scent, its hard pads and forgiving coat. But soon--all too soon--there was not a speck more of his leavings to be found, and, with a flush of heated embarrassment, Theo remembered what his beautiful companion had suggested next. Reluctantly pulling himself away from her paw with one last, fond stroke of his tongue, the drouse turned to begin walking nervously up between her legs, toward the precious location her hand had been stroking only minutes before. "Um... Elya?" The embarrassed squeak from between her legs brought the skunkess' mind away from its enjoyment power's heady rush and back to the physical reality of her situation. Propping herself up on her elbows, Elya looked down at her partner, who was standing uneasily on the mattress several inches from the area of her slacks that seemed, to her, to just barely contain the straining, molten heat that churned underneath. She couldn't help but smile at the way the drouse's eyes anxiously scanned the room, catching hers for a split second before hurriedly jumping away, as he uneasily shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Yes?" she asked, voice kept low and soft by some inexplicable urge to maintain the sanctity of these moments. Theo looked into her eyes again, then off to the side, then at her crotch, then into her eyes again, and then resolutely wrenched his gaze down to stare at the mattress, much to her amusement. Finally, he brought his gaze up to match hers once more and shyly asked "W-what should I do now? I mean, what do you want me to..." The drouse's voice trailed off, and he let his eyes fall back to inspecting the bed's rumpled sheets. Elya burst into a laugh; as eager as she was to feel him touch her, to let his talented paws drive her over the edge again, she had entirely forgotten that his access to her more intimate areas was entirely blocked by the work-clothes that she had failed to remove in her lusty haste. Grinning, struck by sudden inspiration, the skunkess sat up entirely, loosely buttoning her jeans and placing her hand palm-up on the bed next to Theo, gesturing with her head for him to climb on. He complied immediately, stepping silently onto her hand, too shy and nervous, perhaps, to question where she would take him. She couldn't help but notice the slight trembling of his body, or how he had to keep pulling his hands away from the bobbing pink shaft that protruded from between his legs, trying to force himself not to cover it in embarrassment. Once again, Elya reveled in how absolutely adorable and downright attractive this small creature was, how sexy the sight of his hard member, his embarrassed silence, his naïveté. Attempting to keep her hand as steady as possible, the skunkess swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood, striding purposefully down the hallway and into the room halfway down on the left side. She tapped the touch-pad light with her free hand, the bright white of several high-powered bulbs illuminating the light-blue porcelain that tiled the walls of her bathroom. As she entered, nudging the door shut with her foot as she did so, Elya caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. She stood there, confident and smiling, her nude companion standing so vulnerably in her hand. They looked good together. They looked right. Her smile grew, and she felt even more excited to follow through on the dirty images filling her mind. With that thought, she placed her hand next to a small toiletries table that stood in the corner next to the sink, about level with her waist. The drouse immediately hopped onto the platform and turned to look at her, a quizzical expression in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to her lips, shushing him; she loved how much more playful she felt with him than she had with any of her previous lovers. Wordlessly, the skunkess walked the few paces to the shower, reached inside, and turned the knob--after two years of living in this apartment, she knew exactly how far it needed to be rotated order to get the perfect temperature of water to suit her tastes. That done, she slid the shower curtain shut and turned to face Theodus. He was watching her intently, an adorably devoted expression of longing on his face. That look pierced her straight through, and it was then that she truly realized how very special this beautiful drouse was to her. She wanted to share herself with him as fully as possible. It was that realization that helped her overcome the small, irrational surge of nervousness that overcame her as she prepared for her next move. Giving Theo a soft, seductive smile, Elya reached to her neck, and began to slowly unbutton her shirt. Overwhelmed with curiosity, Theodus watched as Elya turned around and reached inside the shower. A blast of water began shooting powerfully from the thick, complicated-looking shower-head above her, and then she closed the curtain, a semi-transparent sheet of fabric covered with designs of butterflies. These momentary distractions, however, couldn't keep his eyes from traveling back to his beautiful companion as she turned back toward him, from noticing the fluid easiness in her movements, the sensual way her body shifted, the way her pants clung tightly to her full hips, thighs, and behind. Flushing, the drouse moved his gaze back up to the skunkess' face, his eyes meeting with hers, losing themselves in those golden depths. But Elya did not afford him much time to stare; instead she shot him a tiny smile, little more than a curling of the left side of her lips, a minute movement that changed the entirety of her face into an expression of lustful promise, almost threatening in its self-assuredness. Theo shivered; images of those two foxes desperately grasping at each other flitted through his mind once more, echoes of the moans still fresh after all these weeks. He shifted his eyes away from hers, flustered... and that was when he noticed what she was doing. The drouse froze, frightened, shocked, and entranced all at once as the skunkess slowly undid the top button of her professional-looking dress shirt. It was a deep shade of royal purple with just the slightest hint of a shimmer, suggestive of silk, though it didn't have the same flowing quality. Elya pulled the first black button apart, her hands slipping deftly down to the next, the folds of fabric just barely revealing the beginning of her chest, black fur with but an edge of white that retreated under her clothing. Theodus could feel himself shaking, trembling uncontrollably as the next two buttons were undone, her white chest fur now showing quite clearly through the gap left behind as her fingers continued downward. Bit by tantalizing bit, Theo was treated to the sight of the most beautiful body he had ever seen. Plush white fur bordered by black traveled down the center of her front in a swatch that widened far enough to breach the sides of the few alluring inches of space left by her shirt, then tapered again as it moved down over her round, soft belly. The tight fabric of a lacy red bra stood in stark contrast to her monochromatic fur patterns, just beginning to expand and fill out as it slipped under her shirt. Elya stood for a moment as she finished the last button, giving another of those blood-heating smiles of hers, obviously enjoying his rapt attention. And then, wordlessly, she took the edges of the shirt in her hands and slipped out of it in one smooth motion. Theodus couldn't help but gasp at the breath-taking exquisiteness of his companion's body. The form merely hinted at before by her clothing now stood before him, far more magnificent in its uncloaked shapeliness. He couldn't help but stare at her breasts, which pressed enticingly against the lace of her bra, the meshy fabric providing glimpses of white and black between the embroidered patterns. Their majestic curves were indescribably alluring to him; he wondered what they felt like, whether they were half as soft as they appeared, what it would be like to touch the hardening centers that broke the smooth roundness of their forms. Playfully, the skunkess trailed her fingers over those gorgeous red-clad shapes, down, following the trail of white that led its way across her plump tummy before ducking beneath the waistband of her black slacks. Theodus found himself quivering, nearly salivating as she scraped a fingernail lightly over the single button holding the front of her trousers closed. "Enjoying the show?" her sultry voice teased, causing the drouse to heavily pull his eyes back up her body, over those sensual curves once more, up to her face, to that sexy, playful smile of hers. His face was afire with embarrassment, and his lower regions were similarly scalding, though for a much different reason. He was utterly mesmerized by the sight of this elegant, beautiful woman's body... the first he had ever seen, really, up-close. The first that someone meant to share with him. Did she know this was his first time seeing this? It had to be obvious, painfully so... was that okay? Elya took a single step forward, putting a hand on her hip and looking down at the drouse, pulling her lips back just enough to treat him to the slightest hint of teeth. "Well?" she queried with mock impatience. Theodus shivered. "Y-yes, yes, I am," he squeaked, cowering slightly. "I... I'm just... It's so new to me, and you're so... so gorgeous..." The skunkess' eyes widened just slightly, and then her expression of light chastisement broke into a wide, sincere smile. "Thank you, Theo," she whispered, her voice soft, even to the drouse's sensitive ears. There was just a moment where she broke eye contact--could she be shy? Theo couldn't imagine this self-confident, stunning woman getting bashful about such a simple truth. But then the moment passed, and she grinned again, playfully, letting her hands stroke the sides of her abdomen, her fingers then sliding inward along the edge of her slacks, back to the button. "So," she murmured, "do you want to see some more?" As hard as he tried, Theodus couldn't contain the excitement in his frenzied nod. He couldn't wait to catch further glimpses of the skunkess' exquisite body. Even if he hadn't nodded, no doubt the straining length of his member would have been answer enough to her question. He could feel it twitch with ache as he watched her undo the front button to her trousers, then turn and shift her white-striped tail to the side so he could watch her do the same to the button in the back. Giving in to the insistent temptation, the drouse let his right hand drift to his erection, shivering at the feel of his fingers brushing lightly against it, teasing himself as Elya began slipping the black pants down her hips, revealing the thin band of a silky thong, a matching red to her bra. Then lower, her hips wiggling tantalizingly as she worked the recalcitrant garment around the ample curves of her lovely behind. Theo wrapped his hand tight around his member, moaning softly as much at the sight of her as at the sensation; her round, substantial butt, covered in fluffy black fur, was exciting and arousing beyond all description. As her slacks fell to the ground, revealing her full, thick thighs and muscular calves, the drouse let his eyes slowly travel back up over her body, reveling in her delicious curves and those mysteries that still lurked beneath a single layer of red. His hand, now moving almost of its own volition, was now stroking his erection quite vigorously, causing the small creature to whimper. Elya glanced over her shoulder at him as her left hand drifted up her back, tracing one of the thick white stripes that traversed her side, coming to rest at the hooks that held her bra in place. Her eyes locked with his before drifting down to his hand's furious efforts; he immediately jerked it away from his groin, blushing. A smile graced her lips, and the skunkess shook her head. "Don't stop," she said, her voice low and quiet. Shyly, the drouse followed her command, letting his fingers once more wrap around the hot width of his shaft, caressing it with a little more trepidation now that she was watching. With a single, smooth motion, Elya brought her fingers together and then opened her hand, the back of her brassiere falling open. Slowly, seductively, she let her fingers pull the red straps off her shoulders, the undergarment slipping easily down her arms to be thrown to the side. Her tail flicked playfully as she let her hands slide down to the swell of her hips. She hooked her thumbs around the thin bands of shiny fabric that curved to meet just underneath her tail, and, with a wink at the awed drouse, she pulled down. Her body performed another impromptu, alluring dance as she slithered out of the small garment, stepping to the side as it, too, tumbled to the floor. Then, finally, with a soft, gentle smile, she turned, revealing the full glory of her nude form. Theodus could hardly believe how beautiful she was. Devoid of those strips of red fabric, her form was smooth and perfect, full of luscious curves. The swath of white now formed an unbroken path down her chest, passing just inside the large, round nipples that stood out from her fur, their deep shade of red contrasting with their surroundings, betraying their presence. The drouse let his eyes linger on her now fully exposed breasts, marveling at their perfect form while simultaneously putting off the exploration of the rest of her, letting his anticipation grow along with the ever-increasing tension that his hand's constant movement sent shivering through his groin. Finally, he couldn't help but drop his eyes, following that trail of white down as it spread across her round belly and then narrowed again, guiding the gaze away from the seductive flare of her hips to the mysteries that dwelt lower, between the thick blackness of her thighs. There the white came to an end, culminating in a curved triangle shape that was topped by a tuft of curly fur. The area below, covered in short and downy-looking fur, just barely peeked out from the surrounding flesh, providing only the hint of two full lips, rounded and beautiful, with a deep crease down the middle that contained the rest of her charms, shielding them from the drouse's enraptured gaze. His hand was still now, fallen back to his side as he merely stared, enveloped in the sight of her most intimate area, eaten alive with the desire to see the demesnes hidden by that soft outer flesh. He had no idea how long it was until Elya finally laughed and stepped toward him, providing her hand once again as his transportation. "C'mon," she grinned at Theodus, who, blushing, hopped onto her hand. "I don't want to run out of hot water." And with that, she carried him across the room and toward the bathtub, where the showerhead was still running at full strength. With her free arm, the skunkess brushed aside the curtain, which had began to turn opaque as the steaming water continued raining powerfully down from above. Careful not to place the drouse into the rushing water's path, Elya reached across the width of the tub to let him step off her hand onto an empty soap dish that was attached to the wall. Then she opened the curtain further and stepped into the basin of white porcelain, letting out a small gasp of pleasure as the hot water struck her body, immediately matting down the fur of her torso. Sliding the plastic sheet closed, the skunkess let out a soft growl from the back of her throat as she reverently raised her face into the spray. Theodus was struck anew by the loveliness of her form as the water streamed down her body, pressing her fur down so it clung to her like a tight dress, emphasizing the bold curves of her shape. The drouse had a very hard time believing he was really here, in a shower with this gorgeous woman, when only hours ago he had never been nude or intimate with another furre. But the glint in Elya's eyes as she turned her head and looked at him, the combination of lust and care that he saw in their golden depths, assured him that this was all very, very real. Elya closed her eyes and let the reassuring heat of the shower distract her mind from her heart, which was still pounding from her exhibitionistic display. She loved her body, certainly saw herself as sexy, but it was always a nervous thing, being seen nude for the first time by someone... would they like what they saw? Everyone's definition of beauty was different, and she knew from unfortunate previous experience that she did not meet some people's criteria. Of course, she tried not to let such things get to her, but... it was still disquieting, putting her body on display, to give someone the opportunity to judge her. But obviously that was something she didn't need to worry about with Theodus. Even if he hadn't said a word, the wonder and adoration in his eyes as he looked at her spoke volumes. The skunkess smiled to herself as she ran her hands through her hair. She stepped back and blinked several times, clearing her eyes to look at the small drouse, who was still staring intently at her. He was no longer touching himself, but his pink member still curved alertly up in front of him. Playfully, Elya reached a hand out and ran her fingertips lightly along its smooth flesh and then up the shiny scales of her lover's chest, letting the claw of her index finger scrape the bottom of his chin. Theo responded by closing his eyes and moaning--a tiny breath of a noise barely audible over the torrent of water--his body arching toward her touch. Goddess, he was adorable. Feeling the moist heat between her legs, which had nothing to do with the steam that filled the air, the woman grinned at the drouse as he opened his eyes to look at her once more. "Having fun?" she whispered to him, bringing her face down to look eye-to-eye with the creature, staying just out of his arm's reach. Shyly, Theodus nodded. Elya's smile grew at the sight of him shifting his weight awkwardly between his legs at her close proximity and the obviousness of his arousal. His small brown eyes shifted away, too embarrassed to match with hers, until they fixed on something far above him and to his right. The skunkess turned to follow his gaze, and felt a wicked grin split her lips once more as she saw that he was pondering the thick, elaborate black showerhead she had installed soon after moving in. "Looks complicated, doesn't it?" she murmured to the drouse, letting her face drift closer to his round ear, causing him to give a startled jump. Theodus nodded again. "Y-yes," he squeaked, his voice tight and high from anxiety. "I've never seen one like that before." Elya winked. "I installed this expensive baby myself. It can really help wake me up in the morning." His nervousness forgotten for a moment, the drouse turned to look at her. At such near proximity, it was easy for the skunkess to see how his eyebrows were furrowed in puzzlement. Another toothy grin graced her face, and she felt a little startled at herself; she had never felt quite so... predatory with a partner before. It was some combination of his size and his timid nature that made her feel this way, the knowledge that he would do nearly anything for her, and, if she wanted to, she could make him do anything at which he might balk. Not that she would do such a thing, of course--she cared far too much for him to force him into anything he didn't want. But the fact that she could set off something inside her, something deep and primal that loved the control, something which set off dark sparks of lust within her. Without warning, she pulled her head away from her companion and, simultaneously, brought her hand quickly up, snatching him carefully but firmly from the plastic dish before he caught her movement. She could feel how his warm body trembled between her fingers, how it shrunk with a surprised gasp, how his wings momentarily twitched and tried to spread in an instinctual effort for escape. She could feel, also, the hot piece of hard flesh that pressed into the crease just inside her thumb. A small, careful movement of her hand caused Theodus to jerk and moan softly, his eyelids dropping shut as she rubbed his shaft gently with the heel of her hand. Elya wanted him. She wanted to make him feel the sort of devouring heat that he sent through her body, wanted to make him feel as much pleasure as he gave her. To entirely dominate him, to cause his small, fragile body to be wracked with utter seizures of desire and release. And, more than anything else, she wanted it now. So swiftly that she was finished before she had even consciously planned the effort, she had dropped the drouse into her left hand, grabbed his tiny paws with her right, and then picked him up, leaving him dangling from the firm grip of her thumb and forefingers, his wings spread wide behind him. After a terrified glance at the ground that no doubt seemed miles away, Theodus' eyes raised to meet Elya's. The skunkess smiled softly at her companion, reassuringly. "Trust me," she whispered. For a moment, Theo was silent, and she couldn't help but doubt whether she had misread his passivity as a wish to have her take more control--though his pink member remained at its fully aroused stiffness, protruding from his scaly groin. It looked delicious. Unthinkingly, the skunkess ducked her head toward him, her tongue darting out to brush against the sensitive tip of his flesh, the slightest hint of saltiness registering on her taste buds. She smiled at feeling of his body jerking at the brief sensation, attempting to arch itself toward her mouth, an ultimately futile effort due to his complete lack of leverage. Keeping her lips a breath away from Theodus' erection, Elya raised her eyes to stare into his. "...trust me?" she repeated, her words an invitation this time, a gentle request. The drouse hesitated, then closed his eyes and nodded slowly. The skunkess smiled to herself; she hadn't been wrong about him, after all. As a reward to her partner for his acceptance of her authority, and because she wanted another taste of his beautiful member, Elya extended her tongue again, urging herself to move more slowly this time, letting it trail up the insides of his furry thighs, savoring the cool smoothness of the scales that plated the area where his legs met. The drouse moaned, and she could feel his futile attempts to shift his body down so her teasing tongue would press against his most needy erection. In his position, he could accomplish no more than frustrated wiggles, but his body strained, arching to meet her nonetheless. She hesitated for a moment, letting his anticipation mount, and then relented, licking hard and slow, her tongue forming a wide, soft curve that flattened against his body, covering his member. A sort of strangled whine burst out of Theo as his body only became even more active, helplessly trying to press against her. Goddess, did it make her hot to feel him struggle like that. Without missing a beat, the skunkess reached up with her left hand, her fingertips gripping the movable ring that formed the edge of her showerhead. A familiarity bred from countless frustrated mornings enabled her to rotate the plastic covering three clicks counter-clockwise without taking the slightest bit of her attention away from the drouse's body wild wrenching as her tongue lovingly continued its ministrations. She pressed her face forward, taking his erection between her lips and letting her teeth tap it ever-so-lightly, an action which sent an a single violent quake through Theodus' body before he stiffened, trembling in his effort to remain still and prevent any accidents. The water from the showerhead shifted, transforming from a wide circle of thin streams to a single, pulsing and powerful cylinder of water emerging from the center of the carefully-installed appliance. Her paw wrapped around the neck of the device, pulling it from its metal hook as she turned her head sideways, engulfing the drouse's entire midsection in her mouth, lips carefully pulled around her teeth to keep from piercing his precious flesh. She pulled her mouth down, letting it suck in the small creature's thighs, lower legs, and finally his tiny, clawed paws, tickling them playfully with her tongue, causing him to squirm delightfully in her grip. Her right leg had already adjusted itself, balancing her right footpaw's weight carefully on the lip of the tub as she flipped the showerhead over, feeling the water crash against her stomach, trailing down to drip over her flushed and ready lips. Scraping her teeth gently over Theo's paws, she dropped her hand slightly. The sensation of the water's heavy beat against her hungry vulva caused the skunkess to jerk her head back with a deep grunt that came from somewhere deep in her belly. For a moment, she couldn't move, simply lost in the feeling of having her desperate need met. Her right leg flexed, bending further, spreading her lips enough to let the let the liquid slip between, to share its insistent caress with the aching--oh, Goddess, on fire--swelling that hid within, impatiently waiting. The water flowed into her, through her, filling her body with a steadily rising heat. The drouse was in her mouth again, his hard member being viciously attacked by her lust-driven tongue. She couldn't get enough, of him, of the water, of anything. Ardor immolated her, fueled by him, by his body, by the feeling of him reflexively struggling to pull away and push closer all at once. Elya was so focused on the overwhelming, electrifying input from her groin and mouth that she barely noticed when Theo's body stopped kicking its feet desperately and instead went almost entirely rigid. It was the high-pitched squeal, piercing through the sound of rushing water, that caught her attention enough to make her realize what was happening. She shut her eyes tight and pressed the showerhead closer to increase the water's delicious power just as his body jolted, jackknifing toward her as her tongue lapped the familiar taste of seed from his pulsing flesh. The skunkess could feel him shiver as she pulled her face away and opened her eyes, grinning at the sight of him hanging limply from her fingers like a rag-doll, spent. Soon, though, Elya found her frustration building; the showerhead was simply not working its usual magic. Oh, yes, she was close, that was sure, but it just... wasn't quite right. No matter how her hips thrusted forward to meet the water, no matter how she twisted to feel the flow crashing against her desperate nexus, she could not quite get past this plateau. Angry growls rumbled from her throat, the burning of her lust so close to exploding and yet stuck. She needed something else, and she needed it now. And at that moment, as she raised her head to give a desperate whine, the skunkess' eyes returned to the form of the tiny drouse still dangling in front of her, staring at her with a wide-eyed and innocent expression. Ah, yes, her ravenous thoughts snarled, that is what I need. It took Theodus several minutes to recover from the overwhelming ecstasy to which Elya had treated him--luckily, she had seemed to more or less forget about him during that time, giving his body ample opportunity to force his heartbeat to resume some semblance of regularity. It wasn't long, however, that the deep, savage noises coming from his companion grabbed his attention, causing him to groggily open his eyes. He stared. The skunkess' face was twisted into a beautiful and ferocious grimace, her lips pulled far back to reveal her razor teeth, her eyes clenched shut like those of one in the midst of a nightmare, her breaths visibly heaving themselves through her body. She was shaking and unleashing a torrent of harsh, throaty noises. The drouse glanced away long enough to realize the source of this change in the woman; the complicated showerhead he had noted earlier was now being put to good use, as it sprayed a deluge of water against the still unfortunately invisible mysteries dwelling at the crux of her legs. But his eyes quickly darted back up so he could continue to gape at the pure sexuality that emanated from her face as she gasped and moaned, caught up in her own world of pleasure. Quite suddenly, her head shot up as if pulled by an invisible hand, and her eyes opened. For a moment they seemed blind to his presence, glazed with passion. Then, with a blink, they focused on the drouse in a half-lidded stare that sent a cold shiver through his body; in that instant, the skunkess did not resemble herself so much as a ravenous wolf that had stumbled upon some hapless prey. For a split-second, some primal part of his brain considered the thought of flight, wondering if he could flap his wings strongly enough to pull his hands free of her grip. The more rational portions of his mind knew that no harm would come to him in Elya's care, but that look in her eyes... Theodus quivered again. His lover brought her face close enough that her hot breath ruffled Theo's fur. Peering into her golden eyes, he could see so much more inside her gaze than her simple lust. Despite the fact that she was literally shaking with desire--trembles which traveled down her hand and transmitted themselves into the drouse's dangling body, adding to his absolute feelings of helplessness--the skunkess' eyes softened when meeting his, her eyelids lifting slightly and eyebrows pulling back into a gentler, more open expression. There was no mistaking the affection in her look, the silent promises of attention and care... the appreciation he saw in her, much to his surprise. There was a sense of intense gratitude in her gaze, though Theo felt that surely he was the one who should be thankful for such an indescribable afternoon. Before he could further pursue that line of thought or speak it aloud, however, Elya licked her lips again, and then opened her mouth to speak. "...touch me," she whispered, her voice dark and unsteady. The words were somewhere between a growled command and a desperate entreaty. The drouse nodded without the merest hesitation. Even if he hadn't been desperately curious to explore her body more fully and to reciprocate the ecstasy that she most surely gave to him, Theodus couldn't possibly have resisted the pleading of her passionate gaze. Nor could he have withstood his absolute craving to fulfill her every desire, which was only furthered by the deliciously nervous feeling of hanging so far above the ground with only her power, her whim, keeping him simultaneously aloft and bound. Somewhere deep inside, he longed to be hers and hers alone for her to use and hold and toy with as she would, to bring her every possible pleasure... there was not a solitary chance he would ignore this opportunity to do so. Elya wasted no time. Out of the corner of his eye, Theo saw her left hand reach up to place the showerhead back into its hook above her head before it swooped toward him. His stomach lurched as her fingers loosed his hands to leave him in an instant of free-fall before her left wrapped around him in her always-gentle grip. Thankfully, he was given a brief moment to reorient before the skunkess' hand began a rapid descent that left his abdomen only slightly unsettled. Any discomfort, however, was quickly forgotten as Theodus' vision cleared, bringing with it the realization of what he faced. It was even more beautiful up close. Her plump lips, covered with white fur that looked carefully trimmed to its short length, looked soft and inviting. From his vantage, Theo could admire how the snowy shade of her coat became speckled and then overtaken by black at the folds of her thighs. But he found himself more interested in the hint of shiny, crimson-colored flesh that peeked from between her lips. He was close enough, now, to be enveloped in the delicious scent--musky, rich, and sharp--that flowed from her. He could form no real comparison of it in his mind to anything he had ever smelled before; he wanted to term the aroma 'earthy' and 'primal,' but such words couldn't do justice to its base and indisputably erotic nature. It made the drouse all the more fervent in his desire to uncover her mysteries. With perfect timing, it was then that Elya's left hand moved closer, until Theodus was all but pressed against her waiting flesh. This close, now, he could see how her raw, swollen flesh underneath glistened with moisture; the smell of her was almost overwhelming. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached forward with both arms and pressed them into the gateway formed by her outer lips. The first thing he noticed was the slickness of her. It seemed his hands had barely slipped between her lips and brushed against her soft, red skin before their previous coating of water was replaced by a substance that felt thin and slippery. Curious, the drouse pulled his right hand out and, unthinkingly, gave an experimental lick at his palm. A new, stronger waft of the skunkess' scent engulfed Theo's senses while his tongue attempted to place her similarly unfamiliar but highly arousing taste. Much like the smell of her, it spoke to something deep and instinctual in the drouse; the sharp and slightly bitter liquid seemed to rush straight through his body, setting his arteries aflame before converging upon his groin, where his soft and shrunken member made an exhausted attempt to enlarge itself once again. More. He wanted more. Of the taste, of the smell, of her. Theodus extended his right hand again, letting it join his left in its exploration of the unfamiliar sensations of bare, furless flesh covered in the elixir that flowed from her. He stepped forward, closing his eyes and pressing his body against her lips, burying his nose between them, letting her fragrance be his oxygen, filling his lungs. Vaguely, his sensitive ears heard the skunkess gasp far above him, then her desperate plea of "Higher." Theo could feel himself sinking into her as his hands stroked upward, pausing and gently exploring the thin pieces of tissue that they encountered, which ran both further up and back downward, forming a smaller, more delicate pair of lips than those in which he found himself further buried with every moment. She was wrapped around his head, blocking all sound except the frenzied beat of his own heart. Now, he could only smell and taste and breathe and feel her. She was his world, the entirety of his life. The lower half of his body, still outside the hot cocoon of her, suddenly felt disconnected from him, far away in a world of splashing water, not in this extraordinary life that was reduced to nothing but lust and heat and wetness. His hands slid up on their own volition, somehow knowing what lay beyond, until, as they reached just above what would be his eye level if his eyes were open, they encountered a place where her inner lips converged, where her flesh built upon itself into a firm mound. He felt her body jerk and shake around him as his fingers touched and explored this unknown beacon, which called to him, pulled him closer. This orb-shaped jewel of hers was the size of a small berry or pea, fitting perfectly into his hands as he opened his mouth, stretching his body and extending his tongue. There was no doubt that this ripe fruit would taste much better than a berry, and Theo did not intend to miss his opportunity to feed upon it. Oh, Goddess. Yes, yes, yes, this was it; this was what she'd needed. It was such a new, beautiful sensation, to feel her hard and ready clit being so gently and lovingly caressed by tiny hands, and now to feel him so worshipping her with his mouth, her jewel enveloped in an intimate moisture so different from the impersonal beat of the shower. Elya was awed by the unique sensation of having her partner so literally surrounded by her, of being able to feel his body trembling and moving between her labia. And, oh, the things he was doing to her with his talented hands and equally deft mouth. At his diminutive size, the drouse was able to stimulate her in a much different and more intricate manner than her previous lovers, constrained as they were by their tongue and fingers' disproportionate bulk to her anxious pearl. The skunkess pressed her left hand closer to her body, a cue that did not go unnoticed by her companion, who responded by taking as much of her into his mouth as he could and licking vigorously, hands assisting by firmly stroking the surrounding flesh. She could feel the drouse writhing against and in her, his body sinking into the familiar rhythm of love-making, his tiny member hard once more and stroking enthusiastically between her lips. With her right hand, Elya massaged her right breast, letting her fingers play freely over her large and sensitive nipple, gently scraping it with her nails, the sensations joining the fiery impulses from her groin that shot through her. Oh, Goddess, yes, he felt so right there, trapped against her, performing the most intimate and perfect massage upon her... Unexpected and sudden, Elya's orgasm erupted within her with a force that sent her reeling, propping her right hand against the shower wall for support. It was a wildfire in her, a conflagration that engulfed her body, wresting control of every nerve ending, every vessel, every muscle, and subjecting them to its scorching power. A savage, animal scream burst from her throat as the sensations flared, tripling in intensity, and then retreated as swiftly as they had come, leaving her gasping for breath, shaking and barely able to maintain her balance. Gently, ever-so-carefully, she drew her left hand away from her body and moved her right foot from the tub's lip back to the floor, wincing as its tight, cramped muscles stretched after what seemed hours of compression. She could feel Theodus in her hand, breathing heavily but otherwise motionless. For a moment, she felt incredibly anxious; was something wrong? Did she hurt him? Was he scared? Unhappy? Her fears were immediately dispelled, however, when she brought the drouse to her face, and saw his smitten expression, the awe contained in his large brown eyes. This was right. Nothing could be more obvious than that. They were right. With far more effort than would have been necessary if she wasn't so weakened, Elya smiled at her companion, her lover. Theodus smiled back, his face beaming ecstatically. Softly and slowly, she moved close and licked his face with her tongue, tasting her juices in his fur. "Thank you," she whispered, not moving her face away. The drouse surprised her by moving forward and wrapping his arms around the tip of her muzzle, hugging her nose against his small body. "No, thank you, Elya," he sighed back. "That was wonderful." She smiled and gave him one last loving and playful brush with her tongue before pulling away enough to look him in the eye once more. "Well, I don't know about you," she laughed, "but I'm famished. How about we get you cleaned off, and then have some dinner?" Theodus sighed contentedly as he leaned back against Elya's stomach, his own tummy comfortably full from the delicious morsels of lasagna his skunkess companion had specifically sliced to his size. He had helped as much as he could with the preparation of the dish, but the fact that he was too small to carry many of the ingredients' weighty bags and boxes from the refrigerator and pantry to the countertop had overrode his eagerness to assist. In the end, he'd spent most of the time staring at the vision of beauty with which he found himself as she hummed under her breath, a glowing smile on her face echoing the dopey, wide grin he couldn't seem to wipe from his face. As his eyes followed her t-shirt and jeans-clad figure traveling about the kitchen, the drouse couldn't help but be entirely overwhelmed at his luck to not only share a house but such an absolutely indescribable experience with such a gorgeous woman. And now, as the ending credits to another film (to which he, admittedly, failed to pay much attention) faithfully rolled up the TV screen, Theo suddenly felt a heavy knot in his chest. While they had ate and watched the movie, Elya had paid close attention to him, inviting him to sit on her thigh, affectionately running her fingers and claws down his side, occasionally leaning forward to softly lick the top of his head, and it had felt perfect. In fact, this whole day had been perfect, ever since she had come home from work and stopped him from making what would have been the worst mistake of his life. He didn't want it to end. He didn't want to crawl into his own bed, cold for the lack of her, and miss the feel of her body, a comforting presence he had quite quickly grown fond of. It was much too early for this feeling, this powerful radiance that filled him, to have to be set aside and replaced with loneliness, even if it was just for the night. Sadly, the drouse turned his body and pressed his face into the softness of her body, nuzzling his cheek against the grey fabric of her shirt. He felt her hand gently stroke his back. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice tender and concerned. Theo sighed softly as his hands slipped under the edge of her shirt to toy with the soft, white fur of her stomach. "Yeah," he replied quietly. Lifting his head to look up at her beautiful gold eyes, the drouse gave her a sad smile. "I'm just... going to miss you tonight." "Awww." Elya carefully wrapped her hand around Theo and lifted him to her face for a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "Why are you going to miss me?" "Well, you know, it's just," he stammered, suddenly feeling quite shy and silly, "it's just that I'll be lonely in my bed tonight, without you." The skunkess smiled, one of her fingers trailing down the drouse's spine and tail. "Then why don't you sleep in mine tonight?" she asked, eyes sparkling playfully once more. Theodus blinked. "W-wha.... Really?" he gasped, unable to hide his excitement. "You mean that?" Elya laughed. "Of course." She winked. "What, you think my bed's not big enough for both of us? "Besides," she added, her expression growing soft and her hand closing tenderly around Theo's body, "I'd be lonely, too. I want you with me tonight." Her large, round eyes gave a look of forlorn longing that wrenched at the Theo's heart. "So, please, stay with me tonight?" "Oh, Elya," he breathed. "I'd love to." Ecstatic, the drouse struggled enough out of her grasp to wrap his arms around her muzzle once more in an affectionate embrace. "And tomorrow night?" she whispered into his chest. "Whenever you wish it." He could feel her face shake slightly as she chuckled. "Every night, then?" So happy he could barely make his mouth form words, the drouse kissed the damp black flesh of her nose. "Yes. Every night."