Full Moon Rising
This is a Commission for Akuta.
Akuta belongs to his player
Tris and Trig are mine.
This story involves Angels, Demons, Sodomy, Cock Vore, and Gods. Fun. ;3
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The full moon shone over the rocky gully on the side of the mountain. Towards the top of the gully, there was a small ledge projected forth from a shadowed cave opening. The cave overlooked a good deal of the gulley and out onto the forested park below, the moon reflected in the large lake towards the middle. In the shadows of the cave opening, looking out over this view, was a slender fox, many of his features hidden by the contrast of light between where he stood and where the moonlight fell at his feet.
His ear flicked as the soft sound of velvety paws on stone resounded from the cave behind him. Soft words were heard and the sound of a fire igniting emitted behind him. With the sound came the warm light of an open fire, contrasting the cool light of the moon. With the backlighting, it could be seen that the fox had large feathery wings folded along his back, and that the feathers were black, which is why it took the new light to even see them.
The sound of paws on stone returned and approached from behind, and a white paw slowly slid around the bare torso of the fox, gently turning from a caress to a beginning of an embrace. The fox sighed closing his eyes. "It's the full moon again."
The owner of the paw peeked his way around the winged fox, a white hare with black hair. Around his neck was a slender collar that looked to be made of some sort of hide, and from appearances, he wore little else. From the collar hung a tag, labeling the bunny as "Property of Akuta". His violet eyes glanced to the sky, and then the hare stepped around the fox, apparently Akuta, and into the moonlight, looking up at the bluish white circle in the sky. "So it is..." In the moonlight, the hare's eyes faded to gold, before he looked back to the Vulpine, "Are they coming?"
"I am uncertain, My Pet." The fox turned, his large bushy tail moving to beckon his pet into the cavern behind him, his own slender paws deftly stepping down the leveled steps that surrounded the main area. "But I would like to be secure, rather than foolhardy..."
The hare followed into the cavern, which was furnished with stylish and slick furniture, with a fireplace pit in the center of the room, and openings to deeper chambers along the back wall. As he stepped down along the levels into the center of the chamber he stretched out a little, having awoken only minutes earlier. "Am I to be your protection again tonight?"
Akuta smiled softly, without turning around. "Of course."
It seemed, at these words, that the hare grew more upright in posture, more confident and somehow, grander. Before, he had been a slender work of art, a belonging, but now he was lithe and full of energy, walking behind the winged fox and nuzzling firmly at his neck, "And shall I tuck you in...?" At this point, the hare's voice had audibly deepened, as if his normal voice was an affectation, and this was his true demeanor. And there was no mistaking the words for being a question.
Akuta leaned back into the hare, letting go of the last of his dominance and baring his neck. The vulpine purred sweetly, "Of course, sweet pet..."
"Good..." The hare nibbled gently along the bared neck, his paws working down to ease Akuta's pants off and down, one paw staying between the fox's hips to stroke and caress over the large sheath there.
The fox felt the warmth of the hare's form grow hotter and broader just above his tail, before on his fur he felt the arousal pressing there and firming up. Akuta pressed his body back against that warm rod, and then ground his rump upward to press to it.
The hare rumbled and used his free paw to hold the fox's hips, grinding firmly, "Mmmm... My sweet master wants some fun before he is tucked away?" He let out a little chuckle, both paws moving around to hold at the hips from the back, using his thumbs to spread the rump before him. He ground more firmly, pressing the black fleshed rod between the spread cheeks.
With a flutter of his wings, Akuta groaned softly and pressed back at the hare's triumphant arousal, and angled his rump a bit higher with a whine.
With a grunt, the hare found his fat cockhead pressed to the rear entrance of his master. He rumbled in his chest, before starting to push inward, spreading open the fox before him with his masculinity.
The long tail of the vulpine worked its way around the dominant pet's waist, and started to pull. The fox needed this to move faster, not only because he wanted to be hidden away as soon as possible, but also because he felt his own personal need raising within him, and in front of him, his own sizable arousal throbbing in front of his belly. He tugged harder with his tail.
The hare's hips were dragged forward and he chuckled, wrapping his arms around the chest of the fox before him, feeling the tail doing his work for him in sinking his shaft into the elastic rump. He felt the shaft throb and release a slick spurt of preseed within, before he pushed his hips the last few inches to meet the warm rump.
"Oohh..." The fox held onto the arms wrapped around his chest with his paws, closing his eyes and clenching his well trained insides along the arousal inside him, feeling wonderful pleasure along all the most sensitive parts of his bowels. His tail squeezed like a broad fuzzy belt around the hare's form, before he relaxed, and spread his legs a bit, making his hips spread and loosen a bit around the shaft inside.
At the clenching, the hare groaned and nibbled more at the fox's neck, before he felt it relax, and he smiled. His rump and abs flexed in succession, causing his hips to move back and then forward slowly at first, the tempo gradually increasing. His paws kneaded at what they could reach on the torso, leaving his master's arousal untouched for now.
Akuta groaned and started to clench his rump each time he felt the hare's hips press to his cheeks, feeling his form starting to perspire. He opened his eyes as the warmth suddenly grew more intense, all around him, and he opened his eyes. He saw his own black wings and his torso enclosed in large shimmery white wings. "Oohhh... Bad Angel."
The angelic hare chuckled, humping harder and causing the fox's feet off the ground from the sheer mechanics of one's legs being longer than the other's. "Mmmm... Good Demon." He grunted as his paws worked over the fox's arousal and pressed it into his warm feathers as the wings pressed around Akuta more and more snugly.
The fox murmurs softly, his sac pulling up against his body as the lepine's motions rocked his glistening form, his fur starting to matt itself down from his sweat, bringing more and more of his musk into the air. But on this night of the full moon it merely smelled pleasant, and carried no mystical properties as it usually did. His body tensed in the embrace of the warm feathered wings before he cried out, his body shuddering and convulsing with bliss.
The hare held on tight, keeping the fox from thrashing with his soft wings, and hilted his member in firmly, starting to pump his own rich load of seed into Akuta, even as the demon's own splattered over the inside of his wings and his arms holding the fox in place.
The pair shuddered and relaxed together, riding out their passions, before the angelic hare parted his wings, still dripping with seed, and gently lifted the fox up, the snug rump squelching its way off of his still hard shaft, and separated with a wet pop. But he didn't stop lifting the demon, carefully raising him over his cockhead, until his footpaws brushed against the glans of his black fleshed member.
Akuta murmured softly as he was raised, and blinked a bit at the warm wet sensation on his toes, before he felt the same sensation engulf his feet to his ankles! The black winged fox blushed and wiggled his feet as he watched the strong hare's maleness start to flex and devour its way up his shapely legs.
Very carefully, the fox was eased into the pulsing rod of masculinity, even his wingtips tucked in alongside him, causing the large limbs to be pinned to the demon's backside rather than be bent about uncomfortably. The hare bit his lower lip to keep from moaning out as his body was wracked with the pleasure of a body pressing down his cock, and the feathers tickling his insides.
Before long the gentle paws were easing the fox's paws in alongside his hips even as the shaft bucked and tugged him deeper. He could feel his feet pressing against the bottom of the hare's ballsac, and when he looked down he could see the shape of his footpaws bulging out from it. He blushed and wiggled his toes a bit, before his legs started to be forced to bend within the stretchy chamber.
Within a few moments, Akuta's shoulders and the arches of his wings were sliding out of sight, the hare's paws having moved to stroke over his massively bulged arousal as it pulsed and flexed its way up the form stretching it out. The fox felt his neck being drawn in, and leaned his head back to look up at the hare. "I love you, Tristan."
"Love you too, Master." Tristan chuured warmly and leaned down to kiss Akuta, only pulling away when he realized he was only kissing his own member now, and the fox was curling up in his sac. He stroked over his sac gently as his member throbbed triumphantly, as if proud of its deed, before it started to recede back into its owner's sheath, sealing the way out and ensuring the fox stayed within, even as the sac began to gurgle.
Inside, Akuta felt his form start to tingle pleasantly. The pleasant feeling became pleasure, then orgasmic bliss all throughout his body, culminating in a sleepy numbness akin to afterglow, rushing in a wave through him, before he blacked out, knowing his Pet and Protector would keep him safe for as long as necessary.
Tristan headed down one of the halls, flexing his wings a bit as his sac lost its bulges and contracted, a marking of a fox's sleeping face forming on the pelt covering the now sloshing chamber filled with lepine seed. He stepped into the bathroom, deftly turning on the shower with a wave of his paw and letting the hot water rush over his body, coursing through his fur and feathers. He washed away all signs of the night's events as so far, apart from the new marking on his larger, fuller, sac.
Turning off the shower he held out his paws, a tattoo in red on his arm glowing as the air around him dried out and flames appeared around him. Within moments he was dry, and more than a little poofy. He sighed and headed down the hall again. He came to the main bedchamber and found his brushes. Carefully he combed his hair, brushed it out smooth, and then started to brush his fur down against his body with a separate brush. With yet another brush he preened his wings carefully.
When he was convinced his form was once again presentable, he wrapped a loincloth around his waist, one that hung down in four flaps to just above his ankles. Carefully he attached the cord that hung the back over his tail to keep it from slipping down.
He made his way back into the main chamber of the stone hewn home, halting when he saw a silhouette in the doorway. "Be you Angel or Demon, you are not welcome here on this night."
"What if I'm a God?" The figure stepped into the light, smirking. There stood a hare that looked in every way similar to Tristan, but instead of the myriad of tribal tattoos the angelic hare bore, a single diamond shaped marking covered his chest.
Tristan perked, and whilst folding his wings away he ran to the other hare, who caught him in a warm embrace, "It is good to see you, Uncle..."
"How's my favorite Nephew? Apart from doing his part to keep dichotomies alive and well in the mortal and immortal realms, that is." The elder hare lead Tristan to sit on one of the couches in the room, himself wearing a loincloth quite similar to that of his Nephew. "I hear you didn't become an angel until after you shacked up with a demon. "
"The world seems to like keeping me in a state of opposites." Tristan rested against his uncle. "I had to assume human form while staying with werewolves, for instance."
"I remember that. You miss them, don't you?" The visitor ran his fingers through Tristan's hair tenderly.
"I miss everyone I've left behind." Tristan sighed.
"Is that why you stay in the Mortal Realm?" The elder hare spoke softly."You can come live with me if you want. You know that..."
Tristan rested his head against the black diamond on his Uncle's chest, "I know... And I may yet take up your offer, but not today..."
"I understand. You still love the world." Tristan's Uncle smiled, still petting through the dark locks, "But do you still love its inhabitants...?"
"I love until I am given a cause to hate." Tristan muttered.
The elder hare chuckled, "So you still do deal in absolutes... Like your Father and I are known to do..." He looked down and shook his head slowly, finding Tristan asleep against him. He smiled and stroked over his Nephew tenderly, "Sleep well sweet Namesake. I will protect you, as you protect your Master..."
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