Burdens - Chapter 94: Zeal
#94 of Burdens
Short week.
Chapter 94: Zeal
It was warm was the fox's continual thought. Was it the blood that rushed through it, or perhaps the heat emanating from the wolf? Maybe it was even just that he, himself, felt warm, and it could even have been the own heat that rushed through him.
It was in his paw and every motion he made, no matter how minuscule, was like electricity from the fox to the wolf.
It made the wolf whine and twitch, his hips motioned slowly during the period of inactivity. Roger had acknowledged that he had been close to finishing, but he did not know that it would have been so excruciating.
Roger did not even know that the wolf would put so much trust in him, but did it really surprise him? Had he known or not known of the implications was equivocal at best, but it was certainly possible that the carnal desire had had a strong impression on the wolf's decision making. The fox took that into consideration, but the damage was done, if that were the case.
He gripped the wolf's member gently, and then with a bit more force when he saw how the wolf had reacted to it. It was already a little slick from the liquid that had seeped out, and even on the drier areas it was smooth and almost silky. Roger attributed it to having lacked attention prior, and as such had not had the chance for the skin to get any rougher.
When he did move his paw up and down the length, he could hear a soft moan above him. He looked up and saw that the wolf had closed his eyes, laid back, and seemed to be trying to relax and focus on what Roger was doing.
The knot was already developed, and every so often he would move down and squeeze it, gaining a small gasp from the wolf, though really he could always tell when it was coming.
Most of the work had been done for him, and it was almost over. He did not know if he would have any other chances like this, so he savored what he could.
He repositioned himself so that laid with his head on the wolf's chest, his muzzle nearly coming into contact with the tip of the wolf's member. He could smell the wolf's lust, and it was heady and mesmerizing.
He reached down with his free paw and pulled his own sheath back, releasing what had been growing through the entirety of the moment. He was just as close to the end as the wolf was, if not more so. In due part to his close end, he gingerly touched his own shaft, not wanting to be the first.
An idea ran through his mind, and quickly became action. He figured that if he thought about it too much, he would miss his chance, or somehow convince himself not to do it.
He had stuck his tongue out and licked the tip, immediately tasting a sort of saltiness he had come to expect from the pre that had been dribbling down the length.
From it came a quick gasp and moan from the wolf, as well as a shift where he had propped himself onto his arms to see just what the fox had done.
Roger looked up at him and gave a weak smile. He asked, "How was that?"
Hunter laughed meekly. "It was... good."
The fox gave it another lick, and the wolf laid back down, a soft murr emitting from him.
He could see it was almost time, and he knew this would make it all the better. He moved his head forward and took the wolf's cock into his mouth, licking across it while it was present. It was a bit difficult, but he managed.
Immediately the wolf grunted and moaned. Roger could feel it pulse in his paw and in his mouth, quickly, and it filled his mouth with a somewhat sweet, somewhat salty, somewhat bitter tasting liquid. He kept it in his mouth until he was sure the wolf was done, continuing to lick along the length as best as he could.
It pooled in his mouth and when it was done he attempted to swallow as much of it as he could, but it was difficult with the large object being an obstruction. Some of it leaked out of the corner of his mouth and dripped down onto the wolf's belly fur. He moved his head back, sucking on the wolf's member all the while in order to draw out whatever might have been left over, his paw working to coax out just a bit more.
When he was free, he coughed and tasted what he had ingested. He lapped up the rest that had fallen on the wolf's fur.
It was not so bad, he thought. Last he had tasted it was merely on a towel, but now this was from the source. Better, he thought, than from the towel, and much warmer.
He could hear the wolf breathing heavily, almost panting. He smiled and laid back down, so that he could resume working on himself.
He closed his eyes and he could still taste it. He could still feel it. It was right there, and the reality dawned on him, even though during the act he had been so hypnotized by the situation and the different feelings that it had almost gone by unnoticed.
Even the motions of the wolf next to him were noisy enough that he could picture what they had done in his head. It had only happened a moment ago, but had already engrained itself into his permanent memory. A big step. A milestone.
Just as he was about to reach his climax, he felt a warm, wet sensation around the tip of his penis. The peak of his passion ebbed for a moment, but as soon as he realized just what it was, it came flooding back, and soon after, it came flooding out.
He let out a stifled moan and clenched his jaw, partially holding his breath without his knowledge. Every pulse felt divine in its own right, and the soft tongue lapping under it only amplified everything, so much so that the rush of feeling nearly made him pass out.
Just as quick, it was done, and he opened his eyes, looking at the wolf that seemed to be gagging slightly, but struggling to swallow what was in his mouth.
"Y-you don't really have to swallow that," Roger quickly said. He reached for a towel, but he heard an audible gulp before he could find one.
"Different," Hunter said. He then laid back down next to the fox, pulling him in closely for a hug.
The fox blushed heavily, but did not fight it. Instead, he returned the hug with much more than ardor.