Master and the Mistress

Story by Delnova on SoFurry

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Lookie something new and with boobs!

Her hand gently strokes my cheek and I can't help but purr. Her hands are so soft and the way she rubs my face is so relaxing that I can't resist but increase in volume of my purr. Her other hand drops lower, the silver fur on her hand more beautiful than any pearl. She trails fingers around my chest; a smirk curls onto my lips. I know the game she desires.

No words are spared as she moves the light touch to a deep push as her hand moves and trails around the collar that marks me as hers. She still says no words to me as her claws extend. Seams and fabric tear under her might, with my chest laid bare before my love. Her claws trail through my fur, daring the skin underneath to expose the most beautiful and ugliest sight a living creature can make. I can't help but smirk more, for I know she will not draw blood tonight.

Those extended claws retreat as she reaches my nipples and pull. Quickly I bite on my lower lip and curl my toes roughly as my eyes seal close. Once more she pulls, and the intensity of my biting increases till I taste copper on my lips. It is her turn to grin at me, and she does so in a way that reminds me I am not her equal; I am her love and her pet. Rosen lips meet my blacked ones as she reaches with her tongue over the bleeding wound.

Fangs carefully press down on my lower lip, pinning them down like prey. Just like the hungry huntress, her tongue pushes out the juices it hungers from the black puffy rubber flesh. She pulls away as the wound closes. It is moments like that which she reminds me that it is her who is the supreme.

Her eyes look at my form hungrily; the remains of my shirt followed the section that covered my chest. It was a shame since I liked that shirt. Her body moves over mine on the couch, sitting in my lap with weight pressed right down on my still soft manhood. I take pride in how well she has trained me. After all it'd be dull for her if I got too hard to fast.

Her claws return to the scene, this time the location is on my back. She combs through my fur, trailing slower over locations that over the years of knowing her have grown uneven on the few times our play got more extreme. I suck in air and ball my hand into a fit as her claws go over a patch of bare skin. The flesh inflamed from the night before; when hot wax slide down my skin as punishment for taking her last cookie. Those silver beauties she calls hands quickly rush away from the spot with worry painting her face. I lean forward and remind her who is in command.

Our lips touch and the hands return to searching as they move higher up. She curls her fingers through my hair and I can't help but purr into the kiss. Vibrations carry from my throat into hers and she smirks at the strange feeling. Her hips shake and wave back and forth as she pins my member down in my pants. It twitches under her weight; the blood begins to flow to it. Her smirk grew and she slide down onto the floor, making sure her weight slid coolly across my manhood.

By the time she was on her knees in front of me my pant's bulge had increased in size. Even in a very sub servant position her expression wore a grin that reminded me just how much she was in command and how much I loved her for it. She lightly patted my package through the clothes, enticing a moan to escape from my lips quietly. Those delicate fingers pushed harder and my toes curled so tight it began to hurt as my head rolled back with eyes closed.

She laughed in amusement and quickly unbuckled the pants that I wore sliding them down. She stopped as she noticed no patted down fur that was sign of any undergarment, and her expression was a mix of amusement and intrigue. My lovely has never been one to play nice and the speed she tore away my pants would cause any one to get whiplash. My full shaft beat roughly onto my stomach which made her grin as her prize was all ready.

The hungry huntress leans forward and takes a few licks of the pole. Unlike the softer tongue, hers, like mine, is as rough as sand paper and scarps against the shaft. Each centimeter made my spine dance and my blood boil. Yet it was her who was in control and she reminded me with the lightest clench of her teeth on my most private part. Without any words she rose from the floor and with haste removed her own garments. Those plump apple sized breasts made themselves known, my heartbeat skipping a few beats once they were revealed.

Her face kept on the same confident grin it had wore before and she stood before me in only her panties. They were thin black lace that showed the hungry prize a man in heat desired. My eyes wandered over her form as if they were a massive predator and each flash of my eyelids was the press of the beast's paws on her form. She returned a grin with such a form of love and passion it made me swoon. Suddenly cloth was thrusted into my face as she motioned her crotch at my muzzle.

While it was a game I did not always enjoy, there were nights where even I liked to do things differently. Besides, turnabout is only fair. Lightly fangs nipped her most intimate part through the lacy fabric. My eyes searched up for permission which she gave with a simple nod. My lips curl into a smirk as the fangs pierce the fabric and remove the shielding that protected her lovely neather lips. Without a defense to guard, my tongue went and sampled the meal her body was to soon give. The fur was well kept as the rest of her and so smooth. While the skin of her lips radiated such blissful heat and carried the strongest and purest form of her scent that filled my brain with its toxic love. Her hand trailed over my shaft, the rod jumping with a strong throb from how the smell made my mind seemingly melt.

Moans left her like a choir of angels as my tongue dug into her lips. The prying organ twirled and twisted till it pushed and thrusted as if a drill digging for diamonds. My lips curl at such a sound and my pace increases the body's tempo. She moans and grabs my member, pumping it for all it's worth. Our bodies keep this beat until I feel her hands pull away from my rod and my tongue constricted on. Her face is slowly dripping sweat and her expression shows that she is soon to reach the edge. However the eyes command me to stop and pull away.

I do as her eyes command and she moves down. Her dripping lips pour sexual delight onto my hot member and I grin knowing what is to come. With a heavy drop, she plunges herself down onto my shaft. The tightness made me purr and once more my head rolls back, though this time my tongue stuck out letting out a few pants. She rides me hard and the pleasure dances with pain as she uses legs to control the pace of the intercourse. My hips buck in retort for my body to take command but her hands me back from bucking more than an inch more into her.

The climax is painted on her features as it must be on mine as well. Our edge is near and she clasps our lips together into a deep embrace. Her arms enwrap my chest, leaving our bodies to go onto auto pilot and thrust as fast as possible to reach the sweet bliss. Yet I knew that she didn't enjoy wild romping to get to her climax so with as much control as I could I changed the angle. Each thrust pressed onto her G spot with the girth of my shaft and her body tightened in return as we both crossed the final seal and the sea flooded.

After all was said and done I smiled at her with a cocky grin. Her lips met mine and we shared a kiss. What did we do the rest of the day? Well let's just say we had to buy a new couch.

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