Lupine Savior
It was just another teen party, and at the age of nineteen, I'd been to plenty of them. Hell, I'd lost count of them somewhere around forty, and that was two years ago, when I'd just gotten out of high school. The only difference was that this one was being hosted in a high rise apartment building on the twentieth floor. Aside from that, there was nothing unusual. There were girls, dancing, food, spiked punch, and, of course, drugs. After my initial scan of the events, I resorted to staring out the dirty window at the city below, a sight which would normally have been really cool. What with the smells of the ongoing marajuana use filling my nose, however, I couldn't concentrate. My mind kept drifting back to the human idiots who were completely ignoring me. Being the only anthro at a party doesn't favor inclusion, especially when you're a six foot tall wolf with piercing golden eyes that sharply contrast your black fur. Regardless of how kind I was, humans always favored judging someone, especially an anthro, based on first impressions. I looked dangerous and ready for a fight, despite that I was among the gentlest creatures out there, so they avoided me like the plague.
So I sat there, wistfully staring out the window, wishing I was somewhere else, for a good half hour without any sort of eventfulness. At 11:42 p.m. I looked at my wrist to check the time for about a half a second, and when I looked back at the city, my surprised golden eyes locked onto a pair of equally surprised blue eyes that belonged to a human female that, for whatever reason, was climbing along the ridge that ran around the building just below the windows on every floor. In her surprise, she made the mistake of jumping away from my gaze. The purely instinctive action caused her to lose her balance. Seeing that she was literally hundredths of a second away from falling to her death, I reacted on instinct. Punching my fist through the window, I felt the shards of glass cut thin lines across my hand but I didn't care; I grasped her by the wrist. My stomach lurched as her weight pulled me forward through the broken window despite my significantly larger size, and I wildly swung my arm out to try and catch something, anything, that would keep us from the end result of a fall from twenty stories up. What my fingers found was the side of the window frame, the small bits of glass still sticking up from it biting into my hand. I ignored the pain and concentrated instead on keeping a tight grip with both of my hands.
For an eternity, I hung there, my grip slipping from both my hands. The wind howled around us like a pack of feral dogs, tugging at our clothing with ethereal fingers, as if beckoning for me to let go. I held on with all my power, but the human's weight pulled me away from the window, and her wrist slowly started to slip from my fingers as she began perspiring in fear, yet still nobody from inside had taken notice. My fingertips were finally the only things holding us up, and we both knew that we had only seconds left. Finally, our time ran out, and my fingertips slipped from their precarious hold. I felt a sickening lurch as we started to fall, and I knew that I was going to die. I grit my teeth and started to let out a grunt of fear, when I felt something wrap around my wrist, abruptly arresting my fall.
"Damn it! Somebody fucking help me!" A familiar voice from above me yelled. I looked up for just a second and saw the friend who had invited me, John, his whole body locked in the effort of holding up the two of us. Fortunately, it wasn't long before some other party-goers took notice (thank GOD they were among the few sober!) and quickly moved over to help John out. It took five more of them to haul the two of us back into the safety of the apartment, and by the time we were inside both of us were already a bit shaky as the adrenaline began to wear off. Only at this point did I REALLY notice the lacerations on both my hands start to hurt, and i clenched my jaw in response. Looking over the human, I found that, aside from being shaken, she was perfectly unharmed. At that point, I ignored the yelling that the other humans were dong and grasped the woman's hand in mine, which was dripping blood, and pulled her out of the apartment, slamming the door behind us.
Silently, I led the way to the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. The elevator was silent as we rode it down to the lobby, from where I went to my car and popped the trunk, grabbing out a small duffle bag. Throwing it over my shoulder, I made my way back inside and found the human still waiting outside the elevator. We stepped in together, and she pressed the button for the twentieth floor. After several seconds of silence, I asked, "So, exactly what were you doing crawling around the outside of a building twenty stories tall?" Now that I had a chance to really look at her, I noticed she was perhaps three years older than I was, with long, dark hair and ice-blue eyes. All in all, she was quite attractive, with a well-shaped form and nice hips. I tore myself away from that train of thought as quickly as I realized I was on it.
The woman's cheeks turned red, and she tried to laugh off her embarrassment, saying, "Well, it's kinda stupid... I got locked out of my apartment."
"So, you nearly killed yourself... for that?" I asked, doing my best to avoid sounding like I was silently laughing at her, and probably failing.
"Stupid, I know," said the woman, cheeks still crimson. After yanking my head out of some of the more lewd thoughts that were about to develop in my mind for the second time, I chose not to respond to this comment.
Another minute of silence followed this conversation, during which I pulled out a roll of bandages from the duffle bag and tightly wrapped both of my hands up, making sure all of my fingers were wrapped individually. After that, I used my pocket knife to cut the cloth and tied it around my wrist so that it wouldn't unravel, and slipped the roll back in its pouch. Not a minute later, the elevator came to its final stop, and we stepped out on the twentieth floor. I, for one, was surprised that the elevator hadn't stopped to let someone else on the whole way up. The human walked over to a door that was only a few down the hall from the party where we had 'met'.
"I don't suppose you could do me a favor and break the door in, could you?" she asked me, "I'll have to pay to have it replaced, but at least I didn't set the deadbolt."
"I have a better idea," I said, walking over to the door as I reached into the pouch on the back of my waist, feeling around for the familiar shape of my oldest tool. As I reached the door, my hands closed around the Swiss-army knife-like form of my custom lockpick. Pulling it out, I flipped up the simplest pick, which was really little more than a small hook, and inserted it into the keyhole. For the next thirty seconds or so, I felt around the lock, flipping one tumbler after another until all five of them were aligned with the shear line, at which point I flipped out my knife and used it to turn the plug, and swung the door open. In total, it had taken me about thirty-seven seconds to open. I was more than a little annoyed that my skills were as good as ever.
"There you go," I said, "If it happens again, call a locksmith, or a lockpick; just don't go imitating your ancestors." She looked confused for a few seconds, before comprehension dawned on her, and she let out a soft chuckle.
"Nice one. I suppose it's not original, though," she said.
"The oldest in the book," I replied.
"Well," she said as she stepped into her apartment, "Jokes aside, would you like to come in?" I hesitated for a few seconds before nodding, and she led the way into her living room. "Make yourself at home," she said. I sat on the nice leather sofa, looking around the room. Even with virtually no knowledge of interior design fashion I could see that it was furnished tastefully. There was a chair and two-seat couch to match the sofa I was on, and a coffee table between them, with two end tables, and a TV, along with various pieces of artwork that were placed throughout the room.
My examination of the things about which I knew nothing was interrupted when the human called out from the kitchen. "Would you like a drink, um...?"
"Dante," I supplied, "and that would be appreciated, um..."
"Jordan," she said. Just seconds later, she walked out into the room and set a glass of amber liquid down on the coffee table in front of me, before sitting directly across from me, an identical glass in her hand. "So what brings you here, Dante??
I sighed. "A friend of mine was throwing a party, and he invited me. I regretted coming the instant I walked in the door."
"Oh," said Jordan when I paused. "Why is that?"
"Well," I said, "the only person I knew there was the friend who invited me, and you know how humans act around my kind when they're in a group."
"Ah. You were bored," said Jordan. I nodded.
"Bored beyond anything I thought possible before tonight," I said, picking up my glass and taking a quick sip. Expecting the sweet taste of apple juice, I didn't even bother sniffing the drink to see what it was. This, almost needless to say, led to quite the show of me spluttering as the distinct taste of scotch hit my tongue. After making quite a display of my surprise and alarm, I looked at Jordan and said, "What did you give me this for? I'm only nineteen, and I still have to drive home!"
Rolling her eyes, the woman said, "You aren't going anywhere tonight. After what happened, it's not safe to let you go driving right now. Especially with your hands like that."
Still, I did not touch the drink. "Well where am I going to stay?" I demanded, watching as an almost mischievous smile split her face.
"Well it looks like you'll have to stay here," she said, "Now drink. It'll help you relax."
I felt my mind begin to deviate from what I knew she meant, and I forced myself to stop before it could go completely into the gutter of my sexual fantasies. Even so, I felt my cheeks begin to burn, and was glad that my dark fur helped to hide it. "I... I can't!" I tried to protest, but I was quickly interrupted.
"You are staying here for the night, even if I have to tie you to that couch and force you to drink." For a second, I thought she was just being dramatic. Then I saw her eyes, and the seriousness within them that was almost hidden behind a smile. Swallowing audibly, I brought the glass to my lips and took a hesitant sip of the contents. Finding that the flavor wasn't actually that bad, I quickly drained the glass. Almost instantly, the world blurred as my mind came under the effects of the depressant that is known as alcohol.
I was only slightly buzzed, so when Jordan offered to get me another glass, I still had the capacity to decline. Considering the circumstances, I didn't want to get drunk and do something I'd regret later. Like, say... well, I think you can guess what I mean. She tried several times to get me to drink more, but I just bluntly refused, and she eventually gave up. After three more glasses and a half hour, she asked me, "So Dante, you got a girlfriend?"
I assumed she was just making innocent conversation... or she was drunk. Either way, I answered. "Nope," I said truthfully, "Haven't had a girlfriend since the ninth grade."
She looked more than a little surprised, though the reason was beyond me. It's not like I thought I was very attractive. Finally, after several seconds, she asked me, "Are you gay?"
I almost laughed at this. Doing my best to contain it, I replied, "No! Why would you think that?" I mostly succeeded at suppressing the laughter, but a few giggles made it past my lips when I'd finished speaking.
"With you looking like you do, there's no way you haven't had a girlfriend since high school," she replied, her eyes showing what could only be described as shock. Again, it surprised me greatly
"What? I have to have a girlfriend, just because I'm a guy?" I asked the question more because I was confused than anything.
"No, I'm just surprised is all," replied the human. "You're very cute, even if you try to hide it with that tough exterior."
I suppose I should've been surprised that she thought I was cute, and I was, I think. But I was more surprised that she found an anthro attractive. Most humans find us to be somewhere between below average and unbearably hideous. But she seemed to see some kind of beauty in our form. Maybe she just thought we were exotic, but I didn't think that was the case. Or maybe I was just too focused on her breasts to tell the difference. Either way, it was quickly becoming difficult to hide my growing arousal, what with her curves being plainly visible and the way her voice was blatantly showing her lust. It was really starting to affect me. And then I noticed a faint scent drifting through the air.
My instincts recognized the smell, even if my conscious mind didn't. My nose followed it, for several seconds, I drew closer and closer to the source, my eyes closing as I followed that wonderful aroma. I couldn't help myself. It lead right toward Jordan, and my nose made a bee-line for her hips. My eyes opened at the source of the fragrance, and I found myself staring into the human's clothed groin. My face almost glowed red at the sight. Then, I don't know if it was the alcohol or instinct, but my tongue flicked out and lathed roughly over the fabric that covered her crotch. She gasped, breaking my trance. Standing straight up, I backed away, stammering apologies. My eyes closed, my whole body prepared for the sensation of pain that followed being struck.
My back hit the wall, and my feet slipped out from under me, leaving me to fall onto my butt. But when nothing came, I hesitantly opened my eyes. Jordan was still in the same spot as before, but her top and pants had somehow fallen to the floor next to her, leaving her in her bra and panties. It took almost a full thirty seconds for my mind to catch up. And during that time, she had closed the distance between us and placed her hands on the wall on either side of my head, looking me in the eye. Even after it caught up to me, all I could do was stare as she unclasped her bra, and slid out of her panties, leaving her completely nude before my disbelieving eyes.
"Hey, Dante," she said, her playful voice making me jump slightly, "Get back to work."
It took me a moment to realize what she meant. Eagerly, I leaned forward, and dragged my tongue over her sex, eliciting a gasp again. I smiled when I felt her grip the back of my head, pressing me roughly to her hips. She moaned as I continued, pressing me harder into her and grinding her hips slightly. I could feel my cock standing painfully hard below me, but I ignored it. Something about her taste was driving me wild. I had to have more! I licked harder, dragging my tongue slowly over the sensitive nub, before driving it inside her and lapping up the fluids I'd coaxed out, reveling in the taste. It was far more intoxicating than the alcohol had been earlier, and it tasted far better, too.
I kept at her like that for what must have been a few minutes before she began showing the telltale signs of approaching orgasm. At that point, her hips bucked more furiously, and her muscles began to spasm. Then, she all but dragged me over to the sofa and sat down, not even allowing me a moment to separate from her, not that I minded. I just kept at it, almost desperate to bring her to orgasm, to hear it, to smell it... to taste it. I had to make her cum. It was that simple.
I felt her whole body lock up and heard a cry of bliss from the human just seconds before her juices squirted out, landing right where I wanted them: all over my face and neck, but, most importantly, they also coated my tongue in their intoxicating flavor. I swished the fluid around the inside of my muzzle until the second squirt came, and I swallowed both of them with some reluctance, allowing the rest to simply touch my tongue before following the rest of the fluid. When she was finally finished, I lapped at her clit a few times before backing up a bit, both of us panting in excitement. I could see from her face, though: she was far from finished with me.
After a few seconds, she stood up, gesturing for me to follow her, which I was more than happy to do. She led me to the back of the apartment, towards the bedrooms. Reaching the last one, she pretty much shoved me in and slammed the door behind her. Even as I turned around, I felt my shirt being all but torn off my body, and then I was pushed onto the bed and kissed fiercely.
I was so busy enjoying the sensation of being kissed that I barely noticed when her fingers flicked open my jeans and her hand slipped inside. That is, until I felt something brush across my arousal, causing me to stiffen in a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Releasing me from the kiss (much to my displeasure), she disappeared for a moment, and when I looked for her, I found her already sliding my jeans and boxers off. When the restrictive clothing had found itself on the other side of the room, I heard her say, "Time for me to return the favor from earlier, my big, not-so-bad wolf."
I tried to think of a snarky reply to her comment, but thinking was deemed an impossible task the moment I felt her warm, wet tongue glide up the underside of my sensitive cock, making me shudder and moan despite myself. Unable to so much as blink to take my gaze from the unbelievably hot sight before me, I watched as she parted her lips, taking the very tip of my member into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around it as she slowly descended, moaning as the first spurt of precum gushed over it, her eyes widening in what I hoped to god was satisfaction at the taste. She didn't stop, however, and my thoughts were dragged away by the bolts of tingling pleasure that shot up my spine and flooded my groin as she pressed more and more of me into her maw, making me moan and squirm, feeling my cock twitch and spurt more pre every second. When there was an even greater blast of bliss when i felt her lips wrap around the still-small knot at the base of my cock, it took everything I had left to keep it from expanding and locking her in place, which I knew would almost certainly end the night for us.
She kept pleasuring the knot for an eternity. She must've noticed how I reacted to the insane pleasure of it, and not realized what that meant. Finally, I managed to gasp out, "S-stop for a second," but she must not have heard me, because she kept going. "I-if you keep that up, you're going to get s-stuck!" I tried to move, to push her off so she didn't get tied like that, but i couldn't move! Hoping to god she'd realize what was going to happen, I held on, each second passing after hours of agonizing pleasure. Her eyes, glazed over with lust, gazed into mine, and I looked back with equal parts bliss and fear, my body slowly tensing up as I drew ever closer to the inevitable climax that I was so desperately trying to avoid.
The final straw came when I felt her tongue lathe over the underside of my knot, right where it was most sensitive. Like a floodgate had opened up, my knot expanded to full size in record speed, locking her in place as orgasmic bliss washed over my form, more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced before. My whole body tingled, and the sensation only grew stronger with every passing second. Closing my eyes, my body humped up into the source of the sensation despite my best efforts at stopping it. I howled my lust and pleasure for all the world to hear, my hot seed gushing down the human's throat in long bursts. After only a few seconds, i managed to regain control of myself, though the sensations didn't fade in the slightest. My tongue lolling out, I looked down into her eyes, and was almost unable to believe what I saw!
She seemed to be enjoying it! her lips smiled around me as best they could, her eyes gazing up at me filled with lust and glee at watching my reaction. The sight made me lose control again, and I bucked my hips into her, sharp bursts of pleasure accompanying the hot tingle of orgasm with every slight stimulation of my tool. I could hear her moaning around me, feel her suckling and swallowing around my tip and shaft. It was heaven. I know it's cliche, but that's the only way to describe the pure, sexual bliss that wracked my form in those moments. Admittedly I felt extremely guilty for allowing the human to have her maw tied to me, but my orgasm made thinking about that impossible.
But as the sensation slowly died down, I began to fully realize the situation, and when finally I was finished, I began hurriedly stammering, trying to say something, anything, that would keep her from doing something painful to me. All that came out, however, was, "Guh-I-ah-sor-me-and-gah." or something of that sort. Regardless, it came out as a jumbled mess. I could still feel her pleasuring me, and her eyes were still locked on my own. Looking closer, I could see a smile really was gracing her lips, but before i could say anything coherent, she redoubled her efforts on my tool, dragging a heated moan from my lips.
"Ice water, fat guys eating cake, anything to turn me off and get my knot out of her!" I began thinking. It worked, somehow. Within thirty seconds of finishing my orgasm, my knot had shrunken enough that Jordan could pull back. As she did, she coughed slightly, a bit of watery ejaculate escaping her tongue and splashing on my furry groin.
Before I could so much as utter the first syllable of an apology, she all but lunged forward to engage me in another kiss, surprising me on many levels at once. My own taste met my tongue, making me cringe slightly at the thought, but not making the kiss unpleasant. Upon parting her lips from mine, she moved them to my ear, and her tongue gave the triangular flap a surprisingly sensual lick. "I knew that was going to happen," she all but purred. "I wanted it. You looked so cute when you came, and you tasted wonderful. I'd do it again, but then you wouldn't have anything left for the last part." The last part came out resembling a lust-filled moan. Seemed like she knew more about my... anatomy... than I did. I could feel her fingers wrap delicately around my still-erect shaft, giving the sensitive flesh a soft rub, as if to prove something, and making me moan just slightly, averting my eyes in embarrassment. Why was it so easy to turn me on like that?
Pushing me back to the sheets, she quickly positioned her hips above mine, teasing my tip at her entrance for just a moment before slowly sinking down. I could feel myself panting the instant she began to slide down on my cock, my tongue hanging out of my mouth like a common feral, but I couldn't have cared less. She slowly slid lower and lower, until her opening was firmly pressed against the knot, and she released a moan. At the sound, my cock twitched, releasing a spurt of pre, which was quickly followed by another when she slid up, and came back down with more force. Every slight movement dragged a moan from me, and I was completely helpless to hold them in. Not that I was trying to.
Her warm, moist insides gripped me firmly, pulling at my sensitive flesh with every thrust. If not for all the fluids, the tightness would have been painful. As it was, those slick, squeezing depths were, for lack of a better term, heavenly. With every slight tug, a louder moan was dragged from me, until i was all but shouting my bliss, which I could only muffle with my own muzzle. Though I did my best to not scream right into her ear, my mind was soon too overwhelmed with the sensations shooting through my body to care much, and soon I stopped trying.
The look of ecstasy on her face mixed with one of slight amusement when my moans reached their top volume. If I had been able, I'd have realized that it was probably because usually it was the female who screamed in bliss, at least in porn...
At some point in the eternal paradise that had come to me, I felt her begin to spread around my knot. Instantly, her moans became almost as loud as my own with each thrust, and her fluids leaked out in ever greater quantities. With every slap of our hips, more of that slowly-hardening bulge sank into her, until finally, it slipped completely in. Twice more she was able to pull it out, but on the third try, it stuck inside. Instantly, I began humping into her as hard and fast as I could, finally teetering on the brink of release. Then I felt her folds squeeze me tighter, and her fluids flooded around me, noticeable only as an increased wetness around my shaft thanks to my canine form, and she howled to the ceiling like a feral wolf. The sight of her orgasmic reaction alone would have been enough to send me over the edge myself. But couple that with the scent and sound emanating from her, and it was far, far too much for me. With a howl of my own, I felt my shaft twitch inside her, and my knot pulsed; an instant later, the first spurt of cum shot from me, a tingling, burning sensation that can't be adequately described enveloping my body in unimaginable rapture. My other senses faded, until the only thing in existence was the pure, unfiltered pleasure that coursed through my body. For countless hours it remained such, until finally, it began to fade. Slowly at first, but inexorably, until, finally, I found myself staring into the satisfied eyes of my human lover, her body still tightly tied to mine in the most intimate of ways.
After several seconds of simply staring silently into each other's eyes, Jordan said, "You know you have a girlfriend, right?"
My sleepy, post-orgasmic mind was slow to process this, but when she leaned in and locked her lips to mine, wrapping her arms around me and rolling us onto our sides, my eyes widened. A few seconds later, after the shock had faded, I eagerly returned the kiss. Not long later, we fell asleep in each other's arms, still intimately tied together.
That was our first night, and it was far from the last, and each is more perfect than the last.
mmkay, then. 'nother story done... D: can't really think of anything besides the usual... comment and all that jazz