Romantic Fuck? Chapter 2
#2 of Romantic Fuck?
"No, I wore out the old one" -Thorne.
A Romantic Fuck? Chapter Two
by [Hammerstroke](%5C)
This story is completely fictional, and any resemblances are purely coincidental. It contains adult material--if it is illegal to view such material where you are then hit the back button.
Also: Thorne, Spike, Kali, Cayenne, Paprika, Horne, and Giggles (C)2005 Hammerstroke
Otherwise, enjoy!
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"I gotta get all this junk out," she whispered the moment they walked through the door to his apartment, pointing to the little rocks in her hair. It was a little after three in the morning. A smirk on his face and his arousal more than breathable, he pointed towards the bathroom. As she wandered in and closed the door, Thorne all but raced to his room, tearing off his clothing. Then as quietly as he could, he tip toed to the bathroom door, sliding it open without a sound.
The water was already streaming out of the shower head; Kali was naked and about to step in. Without a sound he closed the door. Steam filled the room.
Kali moaned as he brought his paws around her, grasping her breasts from behind. She sank back into his chest and looked up at him, her cute eyes drilling into him, as his hardening wolf tool pressed against her ass. He felt rather than watched her body twist around to kiss him (all he could see were her eyes,) her tongue caressing his lips before meeting his own. They stepped as one into the shower, the water warm and forgiving. Face to face they pressed their bodies together. Her breasts pressed up against his chest; his arms massaged her back while she pressed her leg between his thighs.
As the shower spray massaged Thorne's forehead and Kali's scalp, and as the sweat trickled down their arms and legs and bodies, and as they stood there, paws roaming and eyes probing, Thorne realized this was the most fun he'd had in a long time. Thorne watched his paws move to the back of her head, pulling her closer, and closed his eyes and kissed her again. Two slight pecks and one deep, sensual kiss, and he melted. His right paw kept her head there while the left moved down her spine, just touching the top of her tail.
She giggled in his mouth, a flurry of sensations tumbling around his stomach. She was so sexy! He felt his cock harden, felt it poke up against her abdomen--and for an instant he was a little worried when she reached behind him, but she was grabbing the shampoo.
"No loofa?" she giggled.
He sighed. "No, I wore out the old one."
Kali placed her paws on his shoulders and turned him around, and pressed herself against his back--pushing down and bending his knees slightly she could settle her crotch down on the base of his tail, rubbing herself off and moaning. She set about grinding slowly against his flesh while she took the shampoo and lathered her paws.
Thorne frowned--he couldn't see her--what is she doing? Suddenly he felt her paws on the back of his ears, felt her scratching and massaging them, and felt his legs go weak. He shuddered; she bent and pressed herself even more against his backside, her mound rubbing still against his tail base.
"Mmm, wolfie like that." It wasn't a question; he shuddered again, trying to hold on to some sort of rational thought as she pleasured him so. She licked his cheek, and nibbled a little. Just in time, and just as he started wondering if he was about to come right there and then, she took her claws and slowly dragged them down the back of his head, scratching sand and dirt out of his fur. His eyes fluttered; the shower wall came in and out of focus.
"Wolfie like," he agreed, about a minute too late. She leaned back on her "seat," and started rubbing in the shampoo, lathering his back, using her claws to dig in. His fur was damp, matted; it was short but thick enough to spike together, and he felt the fur on her breasts doing the same. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself tight, humping his tail and rubbing his chest.
Thorne fought the urge to grab hold of his cock and paw off; he fought it hard, but even still he grabbed hold and gave it a quick pump. He moaned and opened his eyes; he found his paws still bracing himself against the shower wall, and Kali's paws gripping his member. Her lathery digits pulled and pressed and rubbed his flesh, making him moan again and again.
She looked up again and touched his cheek for a second, whispering, "Wolfie want?" Now it was a question. He nodded, furiously, but Kali only chuckled.
"You're still dirty, all over. You'll have to wait."
"I'm just gonna-- ah! --make another mess, you know," he panted. She rubbed herself along the base of his tail, and he stood a little higher, pressing her cunt against the extremity. She moved her paws lower, lathering his fur along the way. Kali brought one paw up from in front and between his legs, cleaning out his inner thighs.
Then she gripped his balls, and Thorne nearly came right there. Kali slid off his tail, moaning as she did so, and knelt down behind him. Thorne closed his eyes as she leaned forward and licked first one of the golf ball-sized testicles, then the other. He groaned and bunched his fists, working at not coming all over the wall. She watched his balls lift up slightly--she pulled back, resuming her cleaning down the rest of his legs.
Satisfied, Kali growled, and with soapy hands grabbed his hips and spun him around. Without a word she took the whole cock into her mouth, quickly pushing at least a couple inches all the way down her throat. Thorne put his paws on the back of her head, holding her there while she licked his shaft, her tongue rough and sensual, twisting and swirling along the flesh. She swallowed, her throat muscles rippling along his flesh, and Thorne's head spun.
She pulled back till she could almost let it go, nearly gagged, and took a deep breath, then he rammed her back, as she glided her tongue over the purple head, swollen so much that it touched the back of her neck and made her bend slightly. Kali pulled back again, and deep throated again--soon she had a rhythm, and he helped, pushing and pulling her head. Soon he felt he'd lost all control of his paws and rested them on her head as she sucked him off. She moaned, sending sparks of pleasure along his cock and throughout his crotch. Water sprayed off her forehead as she sucked back and forth.
Thorne growled in pleasure, and closed his eyes, gritting his teeth to hold on. Once or twice she raked her teeth along the surface. She cupped his balls, then squeezed and massaged them in turn. Thorne kept growling, barely holding on. She moved her paws around his hips and grabbed his ass, pulling him further, ramming him to the hilt--she could kiss his crotch. She swallowed again, as the shower spray pounded into them both.
Thorne gasped, "I'm-- Ahh --gonna--!" He couldn't finish.
A cool burst of air hit his cock as she pulled away, and he was dimly aware of her grabbing at his cock again, pumping it hard and fast. Juices were streaming out of his cock, and every breath he took was thick with lust. He looked down, as he felt himself give out, and watched her erotically cute face stare back as he cried out. A thick rope of cum shot out and landed in her waiting muzzle, and some of it missed and covered her cheeks and chin. He howled again, and shot her, this time down her chest, across her breasts, making her cry out in pleasure.
" MMM, hot cum!"
She kept pumping, pulling a third load from his balls and coating herself in the sticky white fluid, and turned slightly to keep the shower spray from washing it away. Kali let go of his cock and pawed her chest, murring happily as she spread the seed all over her top. Watching Kali play with his juices like that nearly made him come again. He groaned as she brought her paw to her face, feeling the hot jism on her cheeks and she sighed in delight.
Thorne felt his legs return to normal and he pulled her up, kissing her roughly and tasting his come in her mouth. The shower slowly washed his come off her body, but he still managed a few unbearably erotic views of her deep blue fur coated in his white cream.
In between kisses, he managed, "You're all dirty now--smack--looks like you'll need me to--smack--clean you up."
Steam filled the shower stall. He grabbed his own paw full of shampoo and scrubbed her hair clean, rubbing out the rocks and dirt which had originally started this whole thing. He moved down to her neck. As he rubbed her shoulders Thorne kissed and licked her cheeks, her chin. She shuddered, backing up against the wall.
Thorne watched her breathing become staggered, watched little beads of sweat appear on her forehead and her body--although it might simply have been the sheer temperature in the shower. He brought his paws down, caressing her ribs, and the side of her stomach.
"Mmm..." she moaned; "My tits, rub-- Ahh --my tits!" He smirked, and kept rubbing her stomach. Thorne lathered in the shampoo, and leaned in closer, pressing his body to hers as he cleaned her back--there was a lot of dirt and sand on her back from her beach reaming. He pressed closer, his nipples rubbing along her chest, her nipples nice and pointy. His cock, still hard and slick, rubbed against her abdomen. She moaned again, and her breathing became choppy as she panted and squirmed.
"Ooh, rub, yeah... right there... nyaaahhhhh ," she managed, and Thorne knew she was close to breaking. He brought his paws forward again, and quickly pinched and rubbed her nipples, lathering more suds all over her chest, and she cried out, her legs nearly falling out from under her as she came. She pushed a leg between his in a desperate attempt to rub her clit along something, and he pressed his leg along her cunny, and she cried out, louder this time.
Thorne kept going, not leaving her the chance to settle back down to earth. As he pulled his leg out from her he dragged his sudsy paws along her stomach, trailing his claws against her flesh. He stopped right above her crotch, instead moving to her hips, washing them clean, digging in and giving the muscles a good massage. She whimpered, her cunt missed and needing--
"More, more!" she cried out. " Fu-u-u-uck me!" She tried thrusting her hips forward but he resisted, calmly tickling her under-knee, and bringing his paws up below her rump. He felt his head swooning in the heat, and his cock cried out for attention, and his mind was slightly hazy from the sweat and lust and steam in the air.
"I'm gonna make you cum so hard you'll pass out for a week," he muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear, and all she could do was moan, "Cum... nyaaahhh, mrrrrr!" Kali kept moaning, and from the way her hips were shaking and the way she grabbed and played with her breasts Thorne guessed she was still coming, and he brought his paws down to her feet and tickled her footpads, making her shriek with laughter and pleasure at the same time. Warm water sloshed around her as she shook.
Thorne started up the insides, rubbing her calf muscles and lathering her inner thighs. His paws reached up higher and higher, making her cry out in frustration when he wouldn't quite reach her sensitive, moist folds. Instead, and unbearably slowly, he brought his paws to her stomach again, going around her cunt and then circled around again, going closer and closer until finally--
Lightheaded and sweating, Kali shrieked and came again with the slightest touch to her swollen button. Thorne rubbed her mound, keeping her at her peak, raking his claws against her sensitive flesh. Water was flowing down her body from the showerhead, and her fur was drenched with sweat, but there was a different fluid dripping down her thighs.
She grabbed his paws. The utter suddenness of her motion made him start, and in a haze he felt her pull him up. She pressed her muzzle to his, her tongue lashing out and striking his own. One hand on the back of his head, the other went and grabbed his ass, pressing his crotch to hers. She cried out in his mouth--it was a moment before he realized she was frustrated at his cock having missed her pussy. He felt his raging wolf press up against her stomach, and she tried desperately to rub her clit along his balls.
He let her turn his body around so he was facing the showerhead, and she pushed him into a sitting position on the floor. The steam blurred his vision, so he closed his eyes. She nearly collapsed with him, her hips still shaking, still seeking his hard-on. Her nipples rubbed against him, her breasts, still partly covered in his wolf cream, sticking to his furred chest. Their tongues fought, and he could still taste some of his come in her mouth.
Then, fresh air--well, air, at least, since it was thick with sweat and lust and steam. Kali, in one last effort, lifted herself up and sat on his lap, facing away from him. He moved his paws from her chest to her hips, helping her find his cock between her legs. She cried out again, as she slammed onto his member, and he cried out too, as his cock found her tight, wet, slick, pulsing cunny and he came again--and again.
Kali seemed on the verge of passing out with pleasure, as she tried to lift herself to get off again. He lifted her, and she let her paws rub her breasts instead as he rammed her on and off his cock. She sobbed, tears running down her cheeks, and for a brief moment Thorne wondered if he'd hurt her, but she kept moaning, and suddenly cried out, " UHH FILL ME GUH SO HOT!"
He stopped crying out, panting as he whispered in her ear, "You're such a cock slut, you know that?" She came simply hearing the word--he imagined she was still coming, and hadn't stopped since he touched her there. He fired load after load into her hot cunt, and he wondered if her belly was going to swell with all the cream inside her. She gasped and panted and moaned and cried out, all at once, it seemed, disorienting him. The sheer heat and exertion was finally taking its toll, and as her body slapped against his he howled, fired a final load of jizz into her, and passed out.
Thorne was floating in the black lake, and as he realized it, his lungs instantly emptied, right on cue. The cold water wrapped around him and seemed to punch him in the chest, and he struggled for a second before he could regain control. His eyes stung and his muscles burned like they were on fire. He felt dirty, and wondered how long he had been asleep.
Kali. The name made him jump, and he barely kept his head above water this time. His eyes burned; he closed them. Had he dreamt the whole thing? Then there was a wave of cold water on his face and he wondered if he was still in the water playing with her, and he opened his eyes to feel the full force of the shower head spraying chilled water on them both.
Though he seized up and started shivering he gave a great sigh of relief knowing he wasn't dreaming. She stirred in his arms, and she looked blue--bluer than normal, that is. He reached around her and barely managed to turn off the water. He reached over the edge and used the floor mat as a towel, drying his face and hers as well.
"Hmm?" she asked. He was still inside her, partly, and as she moved she seemed to notice that particular union of flesh and inhaled sharply. "What... I mean, how long...?"
Thorne gently lifted her up and climbed out of the tub, grabbing a real towel and wrapping it around himself before he saw her shivering. He quickly offered his and grabbed another. Soon the friction of the towels had warmed them up. They avoided each other's gaze. Thorne looked at his watch--it was nearly four in the morning... they had been in the shower for all of forty minutes.
Then the tired hit him like a fist and he yawned, loudly, and not a second later she joined him. Together they walked towards his bed without a sound and dove under the covers, instinctually huddling together for warmth... it was a few moments before he realized that in any other situation their position would've been arousing. She was lying on her left side, her right leg jutted between his as he lay facing her. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her good night, as her body pressed up against his in a vain effort to steal warmth. She smiled and whispered, "You're so comfortable," all but humping his leg.
He looked at the alarm clock behind her, and blinked, and suddenly it was six, but this did not bother him, because soon it was nine in the morning and the only thing keeping sunlight from streaming in was the black plastic window shade. He closed his eyes again and fell asleep--again.
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Yay! Chapter 2 is running! Whoo! Don't worry, I've nearly already gotten chapter three done, but I'm running out of room so I'll be waiting a while to post it. Grammar, and all. You like it so far? VOTE!--Hammerstroke