Tension Break
Kona sat quietly in front of her ink-stained desk, looking out the window as the sun set over the Black Citadel. She's small for being a charr, not much muscle in her arms and her height being something to laugh at. Her fur is snow white and she has a large, white and messy tuft on her head. But with all the dust here, her fur took on a slight darker tint. Just entering the city made her feel like taking a bath, but she was used to it by now. She wasn't like other charr. She rejected the charr culture, instead aspiring to be a rich trader living in her own mansion in Lion's Arch. One day, she would be at a fancy party in a clean suit surrounded by other traders, talking about their latest trade and how much gold they have.
The smell of smoke and burnt coal filled her nostrils as she breathed, ripping her away from her daydream and causing her to cough violently, knocking over another bottle of ink. Kona looked down to find another spreadsheet ruined with ink. If it wasn't random explosions or the rumble of siege weaponry entering and exiting the citadel, it was her own fault for spilling a perfectly good bottle of ink. And at thirty silver a bottle, it wasn't cheap. She growled to herself as she ripped the parchment up before throwing it into a bin. She hated living here, she wanted to live in Lion's Arch like the rest of the traders, but she couldn't afford it.
Besides, she had a pretty good deal here. Kona lived with another charr, but he was mostly out all day with his warband. They shared a two-story all-metal building. There were a total of two rooms in the square building: upstairs and downstairs. Kona mostly kept to herself upstairs, having only her bed, a place to hang her clothes and her desk. Downstairs they had a small kitchen, complete with a circular table and chairs. In the corner, another bed lies for her roommate. It wasn't much, but for the price, she couldn't refuse. Since her roommate worked for the Iron Legion, they were able to rent the place dirt cheap. It would be enough until she could afford to move to Lion's Arch.
The sun was barely visible now over the citadel walls, and her roommate would be home soon. Considering her spreadsheet she spent the last hour working on was ruined, Kona decided to go downstairs to start making dinner. She threw a hunk of meat into the stone oven and lit the coal under it with a match, then took a seat at the table to watch it cook. Moments later, she heard the rusty door open, along with the musky scent of a large male charr linger in. His fur was dark brown, or it could have been the dirt that made it so dark. He wore a very thick blue-ish gray-ish armor with cogwheels and various tools designed into it. He wore a large smile on his muzzle as he walked in to see Kona wearing only a loincloth and light linen robe around her.
"Hey Kona. Decided not to get dressed this morning?" His voice echoed off the metal walls as he slammed the door shut.
Kona looked down at herself and realized she wasn't wearing nearly as much as she should be. Her cheeks flushed red, but she hoped he didn't notice. "Evening, Takk. Something like that, I guess. Been too busy with my work." She pulled her robe closer to her body and went to rotate the meat in the oven.
Takk dropped his heavy armor at once, setting it in the corner next to his bed. He stretched out his muscular body, wafting the scent of a day's hard work through the room. He wore only a brown loincloth now. He sat on the chair opposite of where Kona was sitting. "So how's the trading coming?"
"Not nearly as well as I would like. I'm barely profiting after the commute from the citadel to Lion's Arch." Kona sat back down, absentmindedly inhaling Takk's masculine scent, clouding her mind as a million different fantasies started to play out. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him so bad. He would never know, though. She wasn't even his type. He liked a dirty girl who could operate machinery. She could barely operate a quill without spilling ink everywhere. But that didn't stop her from fantasizing every night, sneaking peeks at his massive sheath and savoring his scent every second he was around her. Even now, as Takk looks away to lick his lips at the cooking meat, she could see his swollen sheath sitting lazily on his chair, begging for her attention. She felt herself getting uncontrollably wet. She wiped herself with her loincloth, playing it off as a random itch near her stomach.
"As long as you're bringing home more than what you left with, I'd say you're doing pretty damn good!" Takk's voice boomed with pride as a teethy grin settled upon his muzzle. "Say, how long has that meat been in there?"
"Not too long. It'll be a bit before it's finished.." Kona looked into the oven, and the meat was starting to cook. She could smell the meat, and she was definitely hungry, but there was a different kind of meat she wanted more.
Takk began to talk about his day with his warband. He talked about the usual stuff. The latest machine they got to test, an idea one of his warband members had that turned out to get them all into trouble, and even about a fight they got into with a rival warband. He stood up to imitate some of the moves he performed. As he was kicking and punching around, Kona caught a couple more glimpses of his sheath flopping around. It didn't even affect her ability to talk anymore, she'd perfected a middle ground of fantasy and the real world. He sat back down and they both started joking about how silly the other legions are. The Blood Legion were just fodder, a distraction at best. The Ash Legion were a bunch of pussy cats. The Iron Legion always saved the day.
As they were laughing over a joke, Kona stealthily tried to wipe away her juices again with her loincloth, only to find it was already extremely damp. She realized this would become a problem soon and excused herself to go put away all her papers so they wind wouldn't blow them away or something. She went up the stairs and into her room, only guarded by a thin sheet she'd put up herself. She sat down on the edge of her bed and removed her loincloth to examine herself. Her groin was a wet, furry mess of her own juices. What's worse is her folds were swollen and sore. Had she gone into heat? She was fine this morning. She wanted to blame it on Takk's scent. She'd underestimated its power.
Kona sat on the edge of her bed, legs spread as her paw rubbed over her swollen folds, trying to think of what to do. She stared down at her groin, tears forming in her eyes out of frustration. A whimper escaped her muzzle. Why did he have so much power over her? She started to wipe away at her groin with another cloth, not sure how it was supposed to help. If she was in heat, he definitely smelled her. It was impossible for a small loincloth to even damper the power of a female's heat. What would he think, though?
"Kona?" She heard a familiar voice calling for her. No, please don't come in. "Are you okay?" It was rapidly approaching. She froze as she was his muzzle peeking in, his nose wiggling as it sniffed her scent. There was no going back now. His entire body stepped into view, muzzle agape as he stared at the sight before him. She had her legs spread wide open, her puffy folds and groin a wet mess. She wanted to cry, to crawl into a small hole and die, but he wasn't screaming or looking away. In fact, he was fixed on her crotch. He took a cautious step forward, his eyes moving to lock with hers. "Is this an offer?"
There was a silence as they both stared at each other. Kona couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe she had misheard it, but there was no denying the mountain hiding behind Takk's loincloth. There was no turning back, she reminded herself as she slid off the bed and onto her knees, lifting up Takk's loincloth and drooling at the sight of his swollen sheath so close. She looked up to see an encouraging smile, the same smile she sees every morning, and that's all she needed before her tongue started up his furry sheath, savoring the musky taste as she engulfed it into her muzzle. Her nose bumped into his groin, inhaling the scent she'd fantasized about so many nights. She could feel the tip of his feline cock sliding out, cleaning off all the sour sheath slime it was coated in. It completely filled her muzzle, his soft barbs rubbing against her cheek. She wrapped her tongue around his length and bobbed her head gently, her paw coming up to cup his furry sac. They were ripe with seed, feeling so plump like he hadn't had proper relief in weeks.
"Mmm, you don't know how many nights I've wanted to shove my cock into your tight little muzzle." Takk moaned out, petting Kona's head as she eagerly swallowed his entire length. He could feel himself coming close already, unable to hold back against her skilled tongue. He pulled out of her muzzle, the cold air stinging against his throbbing meat. Kona tried to lick up his length again, but was picked up and laid back on the edge of her bed. Takk got onto his knees and put his muzzle in between her legs, inhaling her heat, causing himself to squirt pre onto the ground.
Her pussy was even more swollen than before, almost red now. She looked down at him as he smirked, licking around her groin with his sandpaper tongue, intentionally avoiding her folds to tease. His tongue explored her crotch, lapping up all the juices he could find, going all the way down to her anus. He licked over her sensitive pucker, causing her to jump up and gasp. He had finished cleaning her groin, his tongue sliding ever so lightly over her folds. He could hear a whimper from above and stopped, looking up at her.
"Takk, please..." Kona almost cried, her paw spreading open her pussy, the scent deep within hypnotizing Takk as his tongue instinctively disappeared into cunny. He buried his face into her groin, his nose unable to smell anything other than her heat. Inside, his tongue eagerly lapped up her musky taste, skillfully swirling his tongue around. His tongue was forced deeply inside of her, then rolled up and force back in again. Kona couldn't stop panting, feeling herself approaching her own edge. She pushed herself against Takk's tongue, holding his head in place as she came hard, her insides clamping down tightly and squirting her juices outward. Her entire body shook as she howled, covering Takk's muzzle with fresh, warm pussy juices.
Takk pulled away, his muzzle dripping and positioned himself over Kona. His length throbbed as he bent over the bed, locking eyes with Kona as his barbed cock penetrated her ultra sensitive folds. She started to moan out, but was muffled by Takk's tongue as he pushed their muzzles together, burying himself deeply inside of her. Her body shook as she wrapped her arms around him, their tongues intertwined as he thrust again, her pussy walls tightening up. He started thrusting harder, every time making a loud, wet slapping noise. Their muzzles muffled each other's moans as their tongues danced together.
Kona felt herself coming again, her folds tightening around Takk's throbbing cock. He could feel her squirting juices onto their groins, the wet slapping amplifying, pushing him into his own climax. His buried his cock as deep as it would go as his barbs expanded outward, locking him inside while he unleashed load after load of his sticky seed. He pulled away his muzzle to roar out, his balls twitching with every spurt of seed coating her insides. She roared with him, the pain of his barbs and the pleasure of her orgasm confusing her. He let out a loud sigh before pulling his cock out, a river of semen dripping out onto the bed.
Takk collapsed next to Kona, both of them panting loudly as they stared at each other. The entire room smelled like sex. A mixture of heat and semen. They were both covered in each other's juices, the wind blowing in from the window making them cold. Takk wrapped his arm around Kona and pulled her close into a hug, licking her cheek. They laid in silence for a moment, breathing heavily.
"You never told me you wanted me." He teased, his paw rubbing her side.
"Well, you never told me you wanted me, either." She panted out, her mind still cloudy.
"Maybe we should communicate more." He winked at her, pushing his muzzle against hers into a kiss. She held the kiss for a moment, before jumping up, her nose twitching.
"We forgot the meat."
"Oops."