Ulysses is Domestic
Ulysses, a jackalope, cooks breakfast for his Roscoe, his ram lover from the previous night.
Ulysses is Domestic
by Ulysses Faer
I slipped out of bed from beneath Roscoe's muscular arm and crept, nude, into the kitchen where I donned my bright-red apron. It was only nine in the morning, just the right time for breakfast. I decided that I'd give the ram a something to eat before I sent him on his way, something I only bothered doing with herbivorous furs like myself. I was hungry anyway since he had worn me out last night. I mixed a small pitcher of Mimosa and put it away to keep cold while I set about to gather my pans and ingredients. I was midway through peeling some carrots when I heard the heavy thuds of Roscoe's hooves behind me. The sound sent shivers up my spine. Hooved furs always turned me on. Not quite to the point that it had become a fetish, but it was getting there, if truth be told.
"Good morning," I chirped pleasantly as I lifted my tail and rocked my hips seductively while I leaned forward over the granite countertop. "I thought I'd give you a filling meal before you took off."
"I'll give you something filling," the gray-furred ram quipped immaturely.
I spun and smiled mischievously at him. He hadn't bothered to dress either and stood in my kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of plaid boxer shorts and a beaded necklace. Even through his fur I could see that he was athletic. I poked him in the chest playfully with the carrot in my paw.
"Promise?" I asked, flipping my long ears back over my shoulders.
He smirked in response and nodded down toward his crotch, where his underwear was already tented at the sight of me.
"You're giving me something to eat; want me to return the favor?" He questioned.
He reached down and cupped his heavy balls through the patterned fabric covering them, giving it a little shake in my direction. His partially erect phallus slipped through the fly and steadily stiffened further, lengthening out of his sheath and up past the crimson elastic waistband of his underwear, toward his midriff. I stepped forward and pressed my body against his, feeling his warm cock press hard against my stomach, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. With one paw I gingerly massaged his engorged phallus and agilely guided his testicles out into the open as well, rolling them in my palm. Then I exhaled slowly along where his horns curve around his ears and enjoyed his eager twitching before pulling away.
I abruptly turned and set the peeled carrot down and then opened the refrigerator beside him. I pulled out the pitcher of drinks and a chilled glass, pouring him some, before pressing it into his paw with a wink while setting the glass ewer down.
"No time for that," I teased. "Here, drink this. Maybe we can play for a few minutes when I'm done."
I had no intention of finishing up breakfast before I let him ravage me again (he was far too good of a lover for that), but it was fun to know he was squirming with anticipation. He reached for his massive phallus and stroked it lightly as I headed back toward the counter and bent over once more, being sure to keep my tail perked up and presenting my hole.
He ambled up behind me and gently rubbed his cock against the cleft of my ass.
I shivered with delight and felt the tip of my penis poke out of the tip of my plumping sheath and press against the soft fabric of the apron, but pretended to ignore the ram. He reached over, put his drink down, and procured some of the items on left out on the countertop, making me curious, and then stepped back. I felt something slick and relatively slender poke at my hole before easily sliding inside of me several inches. Whatever it was, it was cold and smooth. I gasped, quickly pirouetting to face him as he picked up his drink once again.
He had a devilish grin plastered on his face, and with one paw playfully shook a bottle of olive oil. I glanced at the counter, noting that one of the carrots I had been peeling had vanished and craned my neck over my shoulder to look behind me. Sure enough, the green tip of the carrot and an inch or so of orange vegetation were all that protruded from my rump. My cock twitched and became more erect as I was turned on by his bold activity.
"Chomping at the bit this morning, are we?" I inquired, pressing my body against his.
He nodded eagerly and opened his mouth as if to respond.
Before he had the chance I pressed my muzzle against his and locked him in a passionate kiss. His tongue begged for entrance into my mouth and as I let it in I felt it explore erratically. He was so intense and wild that I melted against him. He wrapped his arms about my waist and held me tightly as he bucked his hips slowly, rubbing his fleshy-pink member across my stomach fur. I forced myself to break the heated embrace, only to peck a trail of smaller kisses along Roscoe's jawline and down the side of his neck, gradually working my way to the slightly lighter gray fur of his chest.
He stumbled back in an aroused daze and bumped against the door of the refrigerator, still clutching his drink.
I moved my mouth lower and lower, kissing and licking down past his belly and along his hip, until I reached the waistband of his boxer shorts. He moved a hoof out to the side and left himself slowly slide down to the floor. I followed, dropping to my paws and knees. As I went gently grabbed at my lover's cock and licked its length, rolling my tongue across it, before pausing with my lips poised at the tip.
The ram reached forward with his free paw and gripped the end of the carrot still in my ass, slowly sliding it in and out, massaging my prostate. I moaned softly in pleasure and the tip of my cock started to leak beads of pre-cum as it stiffened to its full length. Knowing he found the spot that set me on fire, he twisted the carrot playfully and picked up speed. I wiggled back involuntarily against the intruding vegetable.
I took the tip of his penis in my mouth and sucked lightly on it. I heard his horns rub against the door as his head rolled back, relaxed with pleasure. I slid my lips lower, engulfing several inches of ram cock as I forced him into my throat. He rhythmically bucked his hips, thrusting up into me. I bobbed on his quivering member as he plunged the carrot over and over again into my hole. I felt a few hot jets of pre-cum shoot into my mouth and eagerly swallowed the salty treat, stroking Roscoe's phallus with my paw as I fellated him. His groans told me that I was doing well.
I removed my mouth from his cock and lowered my face, careful not to poke the other fur with my antlers, to run my tongue over his weighty sac and kiss his balls. The ram nearly bleated in ecstasy. He abruptly removed the carrot from my rump and tossed it aside. In its place he thrust in first one finger and then a second, filling me a little more fully than the slender vegetable had. He scissored his fingers and I shuddered with rapture.
I again lapped at the eight inch cock before me, wanting to taste every bit of it. The pre-cum that he had been leaking started to dribble down in glistening rivulets along its length and wet my lips while I likewise dripped onto my apron, causing a visible wet spot to steadily spread across the fabric near my crotch.
"I getting close," Roscoe gasped.
"Me too," I paused briefly to respond, before once more taking his penis in my mouth and bobbed along its whole length.
The ram removed his fingers from my ass and reached under me, pushing the apron aside. He fondled my balls for but a second before gripping my hardened length and pumping it furiously. I moaned loudly as his paw, slick with my pre-cum and olive oil expertly masturbated my cock. In less than a minute I felt myself spasm and erupt hot seed into his palm. Ropes of sticky essence sprayed forth in powerful bursts. Immediately afterward I felt my lover stiffen in my muzzle, my orgasm arousing him to the point of no return.
His phallus pulsed as he came. He ejaculating into my mouth with a loud groan while I continued to suck, willfully swallowing every stream of hot, salty ram seed the other fur had to offer. After a couple of seconds his climax subsided and he panted, spent. I pulled off of his cock, semen dripping from my chin, and looked up into his eyes with an impish smile. He held his rabbit-seed soaked paw next to my face. I gave it a long, slow lick, and tasted myself on it, swallowing that load as well. He leaned back, fully relaxed and took a sip of his Mimosa.
"So about breakfast?" He joked.
"Don't look at me," I replied, sitting back on the tile floor and supporting myself with my arms splayed behind me. "I'm full."