Romantic Fuck? Chapter 3
#3 of Romantic Fuck?
"You make it sound so dirty, roomie" -Spike.
A Romantic Fuck? Chapter Three
by [Hammerstroke](%5C)
Y'all know the standard disclaimer. Something or so to note: I'm sorry this one took so long, and I'm sorry that the next one will take longer. School sucks, and I'm completely caught up to what I've written.
Hopefully some of the gaps will fill themselves in with this one, and maybe some more will open up. I sortof know what route this is all taking but that's a secret. It will certainly involve a lot of wolf cream though.
[Previous Chapter](%5C)
Thorne stirred, feeling a wondrous pressure on his chest. He half opened his eyes and looked down at her lithe, sleeping body resting on his. He had rolled, somewhat, during the night, so that he was lying on his back; Kali was still murring contently on his stomach, her right cheek vibrating on his chest, and her arms wrapped around his sides, and, yes--her legs wrapped around one of his. He chuckled: she certainly liked humping his leg.
Kali shivered, slightly, and he looked down, past her rump, to find the covers lying in a heap. Reaching down, Thorne slowly pulled them up over her, causing her to smile and stir. She yawned, and stretched her arms up--then without warning she grabbed a big ball of fur in each paw and pulled. Thorne yelped, and she opened her eyes.
Kali lifted her head and looked from Thorne's face to his chest where she had two wads of chest tuft in paw; she giggled and released him, and he exhaled in relief. His sudden fear faded rather quickly and he smiled. Her eyes--she had adorable eyes and in that light, looking up at him in such an innocent way, how could he possibly be angry? She lowered her head on his chest again and closed her eyes, murring softly.
Thorne absently brought his paw up and stroked her cheek, and he could feel her smile. "You're so comfortable," she whispered, and he briefly remembered the night before. "I could sleep like this all day."
She pressed her herself closer, if it were really possible, her breasts squashing up against his chest. He felt her fur rub against his, her thighs squeeze his leg. He found her fingers trailing up and down his side, across his hips and around his leg. He started to stir, but he was too tired to do anything so he contented himself with letting her play with his flesh.
Kali, however, had other ideas. "What time is it?" Thorne asked absently, looking over her body to the clock behind her. He opened his mouth to speak again but she placed a finger on his lips and smiled, and he forgot what he was about to say. She lifted her finger and leaned down to kiss him, her body molding with his, making him sweat and smile.
Thorne closed his eyes, barely registering when she pulled back for breath. She leaned back, pressing her midsection on his crotch, her pussy just above his stiffening member. She moved her body down and licked his chin, his cheek, his neck, and her crotch dragged across his cock, making her murr. Her blue body sank across his, sweat dripping across his chest as her tongue found his nipple.
There was an odd sensation, as her rough tongue dragged across his sensitive flesh. She hugged his leg with her thighs and kept going, her muzzle trailing down his stomach. His hard cock pressed up between her descending breasts and left a trail of precum in their valley.
Thorne bunched his paws as she approached his cock, but she stopped short, and he groaned. "You're not gonna...?" he asked, or begged, rather. She looked up at him and he looked at her. Her eyes were deep and shiny, but they were simultaneously mischievous and sneaky.
"Oh, I'm gonna," she laughed. "You tasted so good last night, and you filled me so much too, I couldn't leave you now. But you have to promise me one thing."
He raised an eyebrow, his ego swelling more than his cock, if possible. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
She grinned, licking the tip of his throbbing wolfhood. "Never, ever, stop fucking me." She kissed his flesh. "I like the romancey thing, and I like you, but at the end of the night, I need you inside me."
Thorne decided it sounded like a good deal--for the half an instant he actually considered it, before grabbing her hair and ramming her down on his cock.
Kali squealed as she was rammed up against the wall, her tail high and her ass pressing back against his crotch as he thrust hard into her cunt, juices dripping down her thighs. "So UGH tight!" he cried out, clamping down and holding back his river of cum as hard as he could. She squealed again and murred with each hammerstroke.
Her breasts hung below her, swaying with the pace of her hips, sweat trickling down her curvy form. She cried out, coming hard again, her cunt muscles squeezing his cock, grabbing him like a paw and sucking his pre out. Her tail trailed across his chest, damp and matte with sweat.
Soon he howled, and she cried out, and their juices mixed and ran down their writhing bodies as they shook with pleasure, Kali sliding down the wall and Thorne following her.
It was a little later and Kali and Thorne were both dressed, sitting on the couch, cokes in hand. She was wearing what she hadn't been wearing the night before; faded blue jeans, a green blouse, and yes, the satin scarf too, all adorned her body as she sipped from her straw. Thorne smiled; she looked pretty and he wondered what he'd done recently to deserve such a babe.
"Oh! Hell, I nearly forgot. We should go get your car, huh?"
Kali nearly choked on her straw and started laughing. "Gods, I forgot about that! Yeah, I can get a ride?"
He shook his head. "No, you'll be walking."
She raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the cushion and hit him in the face. She crawled over the couch and leaned over him, licking his cheek and winking. Her paw was just reaching for his shirt buttons--"Jeez, woman, I'm not a machine, you know"--when there was the sound of keys being jiggled in the door lock.
He smirked and kissed her, pushing her off him as the door opened.
"I'm back--hey, there. Who are you?"
"Back off, Spike--she's with me."
Spike put the groceries on the counter. Something glinted around his neck. "Hands off? Fine, it's about time you brought someone home with you."
"Yeah, right--and we we're just leaving," he said, looking at Kali as she pouted.
"Who was that?" Kali asked, as they walked down the stairs to the street below.
"That's Spike, my roomie."
"Why's he called Spike?"
"You didn't see the collar around his neck?"
FLASH
Spike had an inch wide black collar snapped around his neck, locked at the back, with faux-platinum spikes protruding every inch or so.
FLASH
"Oh, I didn't notice. Wouldn't that hurt?"
Thorne found them climbing into his car and him pushing the keys in the ignition. The car started with a satisfying growl and roared to life. "Well, I wouldn't know, considering I never touch him there. You should see the cock ring he says he has."
She looked at him. "Spiked too?"
He nodded. "Just like his wrist and ankle bands too. But he only puts it on for special occasions."
She smiled. "Sounds like an interesting guy."
He shook his head. "Don't get any ideas; he's good for one night stands. Only a select few get a second date."
"Doesn't mean we can't have fun."
Thorne decided it would be best to not question that particular remark. The drive was remarkably uneventful, despite the promises they'd made last night. He found her looking at him and he blushed, but shook it off and started looking at her sideways, flirting his best although he knew he was way out of his league.
Thorne opened his mouth to speak--and then his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
" HEY, ROOMIE!" was the obnoxiously loud response. "Hey, listen, while you're out with your piece of tail, I need you to pick up a parcel at the Post Office."
"Why can't you do it?"
"I work later--"
"No you don't, I know when you work, you slacker." Thorne laughed. "Lazy ass, go and get it yourself."
"It's heavy," Spike pouted. Thorne smiled and looked at Kali, who could hear every word.
"Yeah? And what is it?"
"Can't tell you. Birthday present for you."
"Spike? My birthday was months ago. You got me shorts. From your store."
"Well, I'll have you know they were nice shorts, and an expensive pair too."
Thorne shook his head. "Fine, whatever, I'll pick up your package."
"You make it sound so dirty, roomie."
CLICK
"He owns a store too?" Kali asked a moment later.
"No, he works there. Sunset Outfitters, down by the beach. Well, he works there sometimes. Whenever his money runs out."
The road whipped by, as the cab grew silent again. Kali spent most of the ride studying his fur and watching him, as he tried to watch the road instead of her. He would be steering through some steep twisty stretch of road, the turns dancing left and right and the shadows from the trees dancing across his vision, deep in concentration when he'd feel her tongue dance across his cheek.
Oblivious to his needs as a driver, or so he decided, she kept teasing him, and as they approached the turnoff where her car would be, assuming the redneck hillbillies hadn't stolen it, she leaned in and kissed him, asking after if he'd ever gotten head while driving.
Thorne nearly drove them off the road in surprise, and though he was sure it was only more teasing, when they did pull over she pulled his fly down and grabbed his cock. He groaned, gripping the steering wheel tightly as her fur brushed across his crotch and her tongue darted across his tip. He closed his eyes, a low rumbling coming out of his throat as she licked his length, and with a smooth, practiced motion she wrapped her lips across him. As she bobbed her muzzle down he thrusted in a spasm and forced his meat down her throat.
She made the cutest little gagging sound while she starting murring down in her throat. The vibrations sent little ripples of pleasure coursing up his crotch and to all his tips. His cell phone went off on the dash but he ignored it. Threatening to break the steering wheel he bunched his fists as she started moaning around his cock, but it wasn't her sucking or her moaning that sent him over the edge--
She reached down with a free paw and started rubbing herself, the other paw undoing her shirt, and suddenly, as she pulled back and started pawing him off, he had an unbearably erotic vision of her chest covered in thick beady ropes of his cum, and he howled and let go, pleasure bursting out of his cock as his spooge caught her in the cheek and the chin. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, catching some of the jizz in her mouth, and she hungrily slurped it down. He shot another load down her chest, and like the night before she rubbed and spread it around her tits. " So hot!" she moaned.
Thorne gasped and leaned back in his seat as she sat up, licking her muzzle and smiling. "Christ, you love cum!" he cried out, and she nodded.
"You taste good, I told you that." It sounded like a well known fact, as if he was stupid for not knowing it. He grinned.
They were careful to keep any of his cream from staining the interior as they got out and walked to her car. Thorne silently hoped no one would drive past and see her covered in cum. As she dug around in her trunk for the previous night's towel, he wrote down his number on a scrap of paper and handed it to her.
When he looked over at her trunk she kissed him, pressing their bodies close, and Thorne tasted his cum in her mouth--she was right, he did taste good. Then they parted and she got into her own car, remarkably undamaged from the night before. Thorne watched her drive off, her car disappearing over the hill, while he reflected for a bit.
His cell rang again.
_Groan... Moan... Squeak squeak... RING _
The phone rang, again and again, but neither Spike nor the bunny he was with paid it any attention, and the machine answered.
BEEP
"Spike? It's Thorne. I don't have time to pick up your parcel, something came up at work. You know--the usual. I won't be home tonight. Please, please stay out of my room tonight--I don't care whether or not yours smells, and don't make a mess with her. Peace."
CLICK
The girl looked at him as they both panted. "What does he mean, 'with her'? You told me you were a shy virgin!"
He shrugged, and a second later she cried out again.
Thorne pulled up alongside the curb and stepped out, pulling on his sunglasses in the summer glare. There were several other wolves there, as well as Blood Hounds and a couple Terriers; all dressed in relatively relaxed forms of their riot gear. Some waved at Thorne; Thorne narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene.
Yellow tape was stretched across the gate and driveway; apart from the Hounds pacing about, the house looked like every other down the street: a one floor rancher, with the living room curtains pulled shut, a car in the garage, and a fading coat of paint. In fact, if it weren't for the officers, Thorne wouldn't've paid it any notice.
The sun beat down on them and Thorne wiped his brow. Still slightly dazed from his night he walked up the walk to the others on scene. Clouds danced overhead and there was a slight breeze coming up from the inlet, chilling them slightly and scenting the place of salt. No wonder they brought in the Blood Hounds. He shrugged, and walked up the driveway, ducking under the tape.
One of the detectives waved him over. Apparently there was a methamphetamine lab in the bathroom, and a dead vulpino in the living room. The scene was bloody and gruesome, and Thorne immediately thought of swimming later that night.
There was a gun in the deceased's left paw, but a look of terror in his eyes. Thorne didn't listen to the details: he hated hearing them. He knelt down beside the body, pulling on a glove and picking up the gun.
"Same kind of bullets in the chamber as the ones buried in his chest," one of the others noted. "They think he was fighting his own buddies. Maybe he screwed up."
Thorne walked into the home made lab in the bathroom. There were beakers, test tubes, Bunsen burners, and bottles, but no meth. Which meant... "If he was fighting someone he was working with, and he screwed up... then I bet someone was in here and stole their supply."
"Makes sense."
"But there's one thing I don't understand."
The terrier frowned. "Yeah?"
" Why the fuck am I here?! I don't want to see this!" Thorne cried out, making a Blood Hound jump.
"You know the drill, Thorne--you go undercover tonight and find out what you can. That's why you work here."
Thorne sighed. His swimming would have to wait. At least this was slightly more interesting than security work... All of a sudden he felt the strongest urge to bone Kali.
The moon had long ago replaced the sun, black clouds rolling and churning over a dark blue sky. Garbage drifted across the street like so much urban tumbleweed, and the whitewashed walls were pockmarked with graffiti. It was silent; few drove down these roads after dark.
But past one of the double layered doors and down a stairwell, the noise was deafening; lights flared and speakers blared and sweat dripped. The rhythmically gifted furres pulsed in time with the beat. A select few were good enough to be chosen to dance on the stage; males and females writhed and coiled around each other, their clothing hot and drenched, their eyes closed in concentration, concerned with the sensations their partners were giving them.
And those on stage were not the only ones writhing together; hidden in corners and in private rooms the more adventurous furres fucked like the end of the world were coming. Some were discreet, merely sipping and barely tasting the thrills, hardly even groaning or moaning; others swallowed the excitement with relaxed jaws and open maws.
You'd never find overweight furries here; those unfortunate souls would have to find love the old-fashioned way. But if you looked good and knew how to move, and were looking for a good time, chances were, you'd be here.
Thorne could picture it now: one day the police would find a reason to shut down this erotic rave factory; silently the bouncer would be gassed, and canisters would be thrown in, silently pouring noxious fumes. In the wolves and tigers would race, done up in riot gear and gas masks. The police force had already invested in the necessary items for such a raid, things like Tasers, and Mace Guns.
It brought mixed reactions to his mind. On the one paw, most of these furres were kids, trying to act adult and get what their raging hormones needed. And on the other? Furres got into a lot of trouble, if they didn't die first.
But there would be no raid tonight, no silent attack. Thorne relaxed a little--well, as much as he could, given the aggressive atmosphere. And he had a job to do, too--he wasn't here to have fun, after all.
Hopefully no one would recognize him. Aside from the insignificant detail that his cover would be blown if someone did, it absolutely killed his social life. He loved the job, normally, but hated the title--rookie cop. Few ever learned of his social handicap.
_ FLASH
So what's your deal?
What do you mean?
Like, who are you? What do you do?
Well, my name is Thorne. I work for... a security company...
FLASH _
And it wasn't a total lie... Thorne shook his head. He had business here. It brought back visions of the bloody body, but it wasn't unlike the dozens of bodies he'd already seen. He shook his head again and got something to drink--something strong.
What was he doing here? He was looking for hidden movements, hands trading money and meth in the shadows. He was looking for someone suffering from the usual side effects... paranoia, delusions, and--the worst of all, in his mind--the clawing at the face and fur, when the addict became convinced there were insects under his skin.
He took a big gulp and exhaled, cautiously looking at some furries' eyes. So far, there hadn't been anything meth related. And it wasn't like the other detectives wouldn't find their own leads. Truthfully, Thorne didn't really feel like worrying about this particular case. Actually, there were far more interesting things going on...
She was a curvy bunny, perky ears and full breasts. Sweat dripped down her fur, and juices dripped down her inner thighs. She was backed against a wall, her feet actually hanging barely off the grounds. He was a muscular vulpino, his hips thrusting and his cock hammering her up and down the wall. He was panting and his arms were shaking. They put on quite the show.
Thorne didn't care that he was staring, since there were about a dozen other males watching them too, and a few a few of them were even drooling. The bunny caught a glance of them between thrusts and winked. Thorne smirked--the males were taking turns. As the vulpino cried out, barely audible above the music, the babe moaned and came, and as they slowly fell down the wall another male came up and shoved the vulpino aside, dropping his pants.
Thorne sighed--as much as the hormones in his veins wanted it, he wasn't that kind of fur. He turned and left, convinced that there wasn't a meth problem here.
Thorne turned the key and fell through the door, barely avoiding slamming into the floor. It was nearly two again, and for once, Spike wasn't making any noise. He hadn't left a note saying he'd be out; he always did. Nor did he leave anything on the door handle. Maybe it would be a peaceful night... for once.
He though of the rave, thought of the girls in the corners, taking it all off and getting down and dirty with total strangers... He stiffened just thinking about it. It was one of his fantasies, taking some young bunny in a back alley and finding her more than willing to satisfy him, but such females were few and far between, and they wouldn't be there the next morning anyways.
He opened his door and stared. Maybe his fantasies were finally coming true.
It was dark in the room, but there was moonlight coming in through the opened window. Outlined in silhouette was her curvy form, stretched out and relaxed on his bed. The sheets were ruffled, but her fur and flesh were silky smooth. She was looking out the window, her head tilted up to expose her neck and pulled her chest tight. Kali was a work of art in that light. Her breathing was deep and slow, and she looked asleep.
Afraid to say anything, he thought to himself, Did you try and wait for me? Or maybe she was awake and merely waiting for her chance to surprise him. Either way, he quietly stripped down to his fur and knelt beside the bed.
Thorne reached out and stroked her side. She stirred, and looked down, smiling when she saw him. He pressed his muzzle to hers and kissed her, his tongue stroking her lips. It was a deep, passionate kiss. When he pulled back, he breathed, "You're gorgeous, you know?"
She smiled and moved her paw to his shoulder, pulling him forward. Thorne complied and climbed overtop of her, and rested his weight on his paws and knees. He could barely see her face--only the glowing outline--but still she seemed to radiate desire, lust. Her breathing was fast, shallow. Nearly panting.
He was reacting to it, too. His cock was hard, blood pumping from all corners of his body to feed his promised lovemaking. He felt feverish, tired, and sweaty. He lowered his muzzle to hers and this time it was a fast, explosive kiss, their tongues meeting each other almost immediately. She murred happily in his mouth and her arms snaked around his back, pressing his body down onto hers; slowly he relaxed his arms, making sure she could breathe well. Her nipples, pointing and hard, rubbed across his pecks, ruffling the sweaty fur.
He licked her lips and nibbled her ear, but when he lowered his muzzle to her cheek and went to go lower, she grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Please. I can't wait." With that she snaked her paw between them and grasped his cock. He nodded; closing his eyes as her paw slowly started stroking his length he lifted his hips and let his member trail little drops of pre down her stomach.
He moved to the side slightly and left one paw holding him up. With his other paw he stroked her stomach lightly and trailed it down to her mound. Smiling, he started rubbing her pussy, dipping his middle digit into her, and feeling her moist cavity. After a few seconds he pulled his paw back and licked the juices off, smiling.
Kali whimpered and tried to pull him back, but he put his paw to her lips and offered her a taste, and she meekly licked the tips of his digits. Smiling, he reached down again and stroked her pussy lips. She curled and arched her back, sighing contently and purring. He crooked two digits and slipped them inside, making her gasp at the sudden intrusion.
Kali's hips bucked, and Thorne bent close and licked her flesh, touching her swollen clit. She moaned and thrusted her hips in the air, trying to get his paw further inside her. He kept licking as his digits pushed in and pulled out, watching her bouncing breasts out of the top of his vision and her slack-jawed face above them.
"Fuck me wolf, I need that-- AH --wolfie cock of yours inside me-- MMRRR --fill your little cum slut up to the brim, FUCK ME!" she cried out, making him moan in turn with her sluttiness. His cock cried out, leaking pre and throbbing, and her pussy pulsed and dripped with anticipation--Thorne could barely keep from stabbing her right then with his spear. He sped up his paw, pistoning in and out of her hole as she grabbed and pulled with her cunny muscles.
She gasped, and bent her head back and murred and arched her back and thrusted her hips all at once as she came, suddenly, nearly violently, and oddly enough, silently, her jaw slack and her tongue lolling out. All he could hear was a deep, loud purring sound. He smiled and slid down to the foot of the bed, hearing a slight cry of frustration that he was done.
He wasn't, and he lifted one leg over his right shoulder and the other over his left. He crawled up again, pulling her crotch up in the air with him. Reaching around her legs Thorne grabbed his cock and pushed it up against the tip of her cunt, sliding it up and down her slit and making her moan in need. With a deep, throaty groan he thrusted and she gasped again.
"God, Yeah! I love-- MOAN --cock! So HOT!" she moaned and cried at the same time, and he smiled between grunts.
He pushed in and pulled out again, slowly screwing his favorite hole, kneeling below her rump with his paws by her ribs. Her paws waved in the air above his back, and he sped up, stirred on by her moaning and groaning. The angle seemed just right; his member was pressing upwards inside her belly, the tip dragging back and forth across her susceptible flesh.
The tip of his cock felt like it was being ground down with sandpaper, but it was a good feeling, really--it was pure, white energy flowing and coursing up his member and exploding out his crotch. She gasped and groaned with each thrust and even whimpered slightly when he pulled back. Her hips were shaking, and her fur was sweaty.
She locked her legs around his neck, unconsciously making sure he didn't stop--not that he needed holding; he hammerstroked away at her, and what he lost in finesse he made up for in sheer force. His balls slammed against her ass, and her tail rubbed against his butt. With each ram his cock buried itself deeper into her cunny, which was now overflowing with juices, both hers and his. She purred, and kept moaning as he grunted and thrusted.
The pleasure kept building and building, and Thorne felt his efforts to keep from cumming failing. He cried out, and felt his cock spasm, shooting a wad of his wolf cream deep within her gut. Seconds later she came too, clenching around his shooting wolf meat.
So, yeah, that's Chapter 3! Hopefully chapter four will come along soon... seeing as I have given ZERO thought to where this is going, short-term and all. Anyways, as always, review, comment, email--I'm a feedback whore, really. It's what gets me off. :P) -Hammerstroke