A Doe In Need
A Doe In Need
(C) Cederwyn Whitefurr (aka: Anthony Wain)
July 2003
All Rights Reserved.
(M/F)
Cassiopeia lay in her wide, soft bed and she sensuously slid her black furred paws gently down her belly and across the dark silk sheet that lay over her waist and legs. Yawning delicately, Cassie blinked sleepily and carefully rubbed her deep brown eyes, then squinted owlishly at the faint slice of sunlight that peeked mischievously through the heavy curtains to her right, almost as if it were a peeping tom, watching this young Anthro Grey Kangaroo doe whilst she slept.
Cassiopeia, or Cassie, as she preferred to be called, was a young anthropomorphic female Grey Kangaroo. She was barely twenty years old, and stood a shade under five feet six inches tall. Her fur was a soft greyish-white from the underside of her throat, down her chest, belly and inner thighs, with a darker grey-brown on the back of her neck, shoulders and back. Her tail was a pale ashen grey colour, and without the characteristic black tail tip common to her species. Her wide-set eyes were deep woodland brown, and were quite expressionate and friendly, as she had a gentle, but cautious nature. Instincts from thousands of generations of her ancestors had been tamed, yet some still remained close to the surface, among them her natural nervousness and frequent skittish behaviour. Cassie had accepted her instincts long ago, but still felt inferior when with humans or other more 'civilised' Anthro's.
Orphaned at eight years of age, Cassie had lived on the streets, barely surviving one cold, harsh winter to the next. Indeed, she had been recently stricken by a illness that was ravaging her cold, weakened form, and she had been scavenging through a alley rubbish pile for scraps, when her 'Master' discovered her purely by chance. He had come into the alley to relieve a pressing call of nature, and had just unzipped his
trousers, when he caught the glimpse of the cowering, shaking young Joey, her body matted with dirt and numerous unpleasant sores. He and Cassie locked eyes, and she was the first to glance away, as her tired, cold and nearly frozen body prepared to flee, in case this human had ideas for this young orphan.
To her surprise, he froze, then very carefully held out his hands to show he was unarmed, and spoke calmly to her. Cassie's body shivered with the fever that ravaged her, but something in this humans voice began to relax her.
It had been a cold, wet winters night, when her 'Master' had found a sick, mangy Joey scrounging in an alley rubbish pile for her dinner, and had taken the young orphan in. Cassie had been terrified of her master at first, but he spoke calmly and soothingly to her, and she accepted after a few anxious moments, his offer of warmth, safety and comfort. Cassiopeia had no idea the life she was to soon come into, had even existed in her wildest dreams.
All that had seemed a lifetime ago.
Too all accounts and purposes, she was a normal female Kangaroo, bar for her intelligence, ability to speak the human tongue and manipulate with a reasonable level of dextrous ability and her more flexible Marsupial body. Unlike most Kangaroo's, Cassie could lay quite comfortably on her back when in her bed, but often slept half-laying, half sitting up, her upper body propped up with satin covered pillows. Now, laying in her bed, her eyes roamed her well appointed and tastefully decorated
bedroom, which had been painted to resemble a dark, quiet forest grove, her furniture made from ironbark and eucalypt trees, her canopy bed crafted to look like a canopy of trees as her gaze swept up towards the ceiling. Sighing in contentment, Cassie rolled over onto her right side, then came nose to nose with her plush kangaroo buck; a life-like copy of a male Grey Kangaroo, in almost perfect detail, with a few modifications of her own particular tastes. Smiling happily, Cassie giggled like a
Joey and happily wrapped her arms around her plush's neck, then pulled it tight against her naked body, inhaling the scent of last nights encounter still strong on the plush's muzzle and cheeks.
"How is my little Bucky today?" Cassie giggled, as she stroked the plush's cheek and shivered with delight.
Silently, the glass eyes of the plush stared back into her's and Cassie stretched languidly, the sheet sliding from her finely furred form. Stretching herself out fully, from the tips of her talons on her toes, to her black tipped ears, Cassie groaned and tenderly ran her paws down her stomach again, a low gasp of pleasure escaping her as she tenderly caressed the soft, luxurious fur of her pouch opening. Even this soft, gentle touch sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and made her
squirm in ecstasy. Sighing with contentment, she laid one paw against her pouch, and trailed her claw tips down her belly and between her thighs.
Pausing, her long, tubular ears flicking too and fro, she giggled quietly and using the palm of her paw, hesitantly rubbed her cloacal vent. Pleasure rippled up from this touch and Cassie squirmed and moaned in delight, as she began rubbing more and more vigorously, then carefully pressed her paw down and in, feeling the hot, moist folds pressing in against her paw. As awkward as this self-pleasuring was for her, it
never the less brought this young Doe closer and closer to orgasm. Already, her heartbeat quickened and she could feel the wetness between her thighs growing more and more as she wiggled her paw inside herself a little deeper. Groaning, she arched her back against her paw and moaned, then slipped it free and relaxed back against the pillows, as she looked at her damp, sticky paw.
Shivering with her heightened arousal, she rolled over onto the Buck plush, laying awkwardly, with her hind legs splayed out behind her, the sinews and muscles in her thighs trembling and sending short, sudden pulses of pain lancing up her spine, but Cassie knew her own body's limits, and what she could do, before she done serious harm to herself. Carefully, Cassie wrapped both paws around the long, yet slender vibrator she had modified her plush to be equipped with. It was far longer and larger than a normal male Grey Kangaroo's penis was, and nearly as flexible, but Cassie had found this one to be ideal for her frequent desires for self-pleasuring.
With a quiet, nervous giggle, Cassie activated it, feeling it buzzing gently between her supple paws. This alone heightened her arousal even further, as she held it in her paws and trembled, feeling its soothing vibrations running up her muscles. Tenderly, she straddled her plush, before she then manoeuvred the vibrator down between her legs and held its trembling tip against the warm, wet folds of her sex.
Gasping, Cassie groaned and shuddered in pleasure, feeling her body relaxing as the vibrator continued to rub and tremble at the opening of her sex. Finally, unable to resist anymore, Cassie carefully lowered herself down, then moaned in delight as her slick uterine walls slid easily down the vibrator's length, pushing it deeper and deeper within her. Cassie gurgled in delight and wrapped her arms around her Buck plush
and began rocking against it, lifting herself up and carefully lowering herself back down, all the time being pleasured immensely by the pulsations from the vibrator.
Her moans grew in intensity and pitch as she felt the vibrator rubbing and trembling within her, massaging the warm, slick walls of her uterus. Nibbling gently at the plush's cheek and throat, Cassie ground her hips down against the plush and her body began too spasm as she quickly reached her orgasm, her hips bucking down against the plush and driving the vibrator as deeply as she could take, before she squealed in
Marsupial ecstasy and gripped her plush tighter around the shoulders as she thrust and humped it enthusiastically.
Again and again the tireless vibrator achieved what Cassiopeia alone could not achieve, and brought her numerous orgasms, each more powerful and longer than the last. Soon, her inner thighs were wet and sticky, and her body shuddered with the exertions and intense orgasms she had experienced, but her muscles were getting weaker and weaker, and she could feel the start of what would be painful leg cramps, which forced the sweaty and panting Doe to pause then sigh in pleasure, before she gently pushed back up and reached down, switching off the sticky and wet vibrator.
Slumping back down, Cassie groaned as the vibrator once again slipped easily inside her, and she savoured the delightful sensation of it mounting her once more. Cassie rolled herself over, bringing her plush with her so that she was more comfortable and it was now laying on her. Gripping it firmly around the back with her clawed paws, Cassie grunted and squirmed, pushing her hips up against those of her plush, Cassie
shuddered in delight and gave her plush a long, hard squeeze, pulling it down tighter against her as yet again, her body tensed and her muffled squeal as she reached orgasm again rang forth.
Finally, Cassie slumped back against her pillows, her body damp with sweat and aglow with the pleasures that she had brought to herself, then she giggled weakly and kissed her plush's cold plastic nose and gave him a gentle hug, before she pushed it off, feeling the vibrator slip from her well lubricated sex. Trembling, Cassie rolled her plush over onto its back, and then she sat up in her bed and shook herself, as she glanced at her rumpled sheets and the large wet patch between her thighs on the dark
sheets.
Frowning, Cassie glanced around, like a Joey caught at mischief, but her room was quiet, only broken by her short, sharp panting. Wriggling herself into a more sitting position, Cassie splayed her legs out and lay her thickly muscled tail between them, before she relaxed and twisted herself down and began to groom her pouch and lower stomach. Her tongue worked its way through the sweaty fur and flesh, as she relaxed
more and more, her spine bending as she wriggled herself down a little further, and then found her nose almost touching her still quivering cloacal vent.
Blinking, Cassie uncurled and stretched, before resuming her position, then nuzzling her warm cloacal vent, inhaling her own sexual scent. Shuddering in surprise and pleasure, Cassie wriggled herself down into a tighter ball, then clutched her thighs with her trembling paws and began to lick softly at her own sex, the sensations and tastes a combination of bitterness and a strangle, sickly-sweet taste that she found to be quite pleasant. For fifteen minutes, Cassie massaged her thighs with her paws and nuzzled and licked her pouch, lower belly and sex, shivering with the sensations that her long, slender tongue was bringing to her.
Finally, Cassie could hold the position no longer, and she slumped back against her pillows, shivering and panting. With a soft, contented sigh, Cassie lay back against her pillows for a few more minutes, then rolled over and hopped off her bed. Her legs wobbled uncertainly for a few moments, until she took a step away and her heavy tail thudded down onto the floor, helping her balance. Shaking herself again, Cassie ran
her paws down her sweaty body and giggled, before she bounded off into her personal bathroom.
Here, Cassie fumbled awkwardly with the taps, managing to set them at the desired temperature, then she watched on as her shower rose flooded the room swiftly with steam. Cassie glanced at the full-length mirror then turned to look at her reflection. With a soft sigh, Cassie reached out and wiped the steam off of it, before she looked again and squealed in terror, nearly leaping out of her furred skin.
Behind her, stood the human who had taken her into his expansive estate.
"Sorry Cassiopeia," He spoke softly. "I did not mean to startle you. Are you ill? You're all sweaty."
"Master - I.I'm fine, thank you for asking." Cassie responded quickly, her voice high-pitched and distinctly shaken.
His human friends knew Cassie's master as Benedict Wakerly, but to Cassie, he was only ever addressed as 'Master'. He stood a shade under six feet tall, and his body was well muscled, but not excessively so. He had bright, jade green eyes, deep crow's feet wrinkles at the corners, his hair deep brown hair, which was turning a fine silvery colour at the temples, was worn shoulder length. His face was oval in shape, with well cared for teeth, and laugh lines evident at the corners of his full, rich lips.
Cassie turned away from her master, so as to hide her expression and the feelings she had for him. Her feelings were much more than just gratefulness for saving her life, and often, Cassie had dreamed of lying with her master, and pleasing him sexually. Of course, she admonished herself for such foolish thoughts, but still, when he laid his hand on her shoulder and stroked her nape tenderly, Cassie flinched and shuddered.
Hurriedly, he pulled his hand back, then turned her around and cupped her muzzle under his hand, forcing her to look up into his eyes.
"Cassiopeia, what's wrong?" He asked, concern making his brow furrow.
"Nothing master - I...I just feel a little queasy. I don't think my dinner last night quite agreed with me." Cassie lied, her ears flattening against her neck in shame.
Benedict stroked her flattened ears softly and looked into her eyes. Cassie shivered and blinked slowly, and then he nodded and kissed her tenderly on the nose.
"Come on, a nice hot shower will make you feel better." He replied simply. "I know when I feel ill, it does wonders for me."
Cassie nodded, then carefully climbed into the shower, closing the glass panel door behind her. Sighing softly, she let the warm water cascade down over her head and neck, feeling her tensions and worries sluicing from her as the soothing water enfolded her.
"Take your time Cassiopeia, I'll go get your breakfast ready for you."
Cassie nodded again, then began to lather the wash-cloth with a special herbal soap, specifically designed not to dry out an Anthro's skin and fur. Hearing Benedict leave, Cassie sighed and leant her head against the glass wall. For how she longed to share her morning shower with her beloved master, to wrap her arms around his neck and have him take her, to make love to her in his gentle, compassionate way. Alas, Cassie
realised there was little chance of this fantasy coming true, as although her Master loved her dearly, she was sure he harboured no thoughts of laying with her.
*
A short time later, Cassie was washing away the last of the soap from her stomach and pouch, and then she turned her head up into the stream of water, letting it play over her face and throat. Without warning, she felt human hands on her nape and she squealed in alarm, her feet slipping on the soapy tiled floor. Benedict gasped in alarm and quickly grabbed her, saving the young Doe from falling and injuring herself.
"I'm sorry to startle you Cassie." Benedict told her. "I just thought you might like me to help wash your neck and back for you."
Cassie swallowed and visibly relaxed, exhaling a deep breath and nodding, as she fought to bring her heart back down out of her throat. Benedict joined her in the shower, wearing a tight fitting pair of briefs, which left little to the imagination in the way of hiding his quite endowed manhood.
Cassie turned back around, so her back was to Benedict, but she did flick a furtive glance down at his manhood, then shuddered with longing. Benedict took the soap and cloth from her, and then began scrubbing her nape and shoulders, feeling the trembling muscles beneath his hands.
"My - you are tense." Benedict grunted, as he tenderly massaged her neck and shoulders.
"Only, nervous...master." Cassie replied, shivering at his touch.
"Whatever for? I won't hurt you Cassie. Besides, its not the first time that I've helped you bathe." Benedict smiled and playfully ruffled her wet ears.
"I - I know Master, but it.its just." Cassie sniffled, hanging her head. "Its nothing."
Benedict paused, then slowly turned her around and cupped his hand under her muzzle, making her look up into his eyes.
"Cassiopeia, what has gotten into you?" Benedict asked her, concern in his expression. "You know you can tell me anything - anything at all. I won't get angry at you, and you're free to speak your mind with me."
"I - master, please, I beg of you - do not make me tell. I'm afraid you'll be angry with me if I do." Cassie pleaded, as salty tears welled in the corners of her eyes.
Benedict stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, looking into her tearful eyes.
"Cassiopeia, please my dear, lovely doe - please do not cry. I promise you, I will not get angry at you." Benedict told her, continuing to gently caress her cheeks.
Cassie squeezed her eyes closed tightly, then shivered and looked back up into his eyes, summoning her strength to speak of her innermost desires, but also afraid of what Benedict would say.
"Master, I am an adult Doe," Cassie stammered, her ears flattening. "As such I've come too...I mean, I have - urges and longings, for a male to breed me. Every year, my season comes onto me, and every year, I am increasingly tormented with feelings and wishes I can not fulfil."
Benedict thought on this, and nodded slowly. "I think I understand now. You have the urge to breed, but without another of your kind, you have resorted to self-pleasuring, with the assistance of your kangaroo plush."
Cassie gasped and her eyes widened in alarm, as she trembled violently. Benedict smiled and tenderly kissed her between the eyes and pulled the shivering Doe close, stroking her nape tenderly.
"Yes Cassiopeia, I have known of your self-pleasuring. There is nothing wrong with it at all my beautiful doe. It is perfectly natural for such, albeit, I must admit, it is quite...unusual you use a plush kangaroo, to help ease your longing. I am not upset with you Cassiopeia, I just wish you had confided in me earlier."
Cassie shuddered and glanced down at her narrow feet, shivering and sniffling. Benedict smiled tenderly and reached back behind her and turned off the water, then once again pulled her close in a gentle hug. Cassie responded by wrapping her paws and thin arms around his neck and pulling him close to her, as she sobbed quietly in frustration. Benedict trembled and he was unable to resist the feelings that came over him, and soon Cassie gasped as she felt his rising erection straining the thin elastic of his briefs. Benedict blushed and hurriedly broke the embrace, but Cassie looked up at him and carefully laid her black furred paws on his much larger hands and squeezed gently, her claws pricking the flesh on his hands.
"Cassiopeia, don't - " Benedict told her softly. "I can't, please, you must
understand."
"Master, I beg of you, help me to learn to know what it is you wish. I can smell your arousal, and I felt your desire, although it was not a conscious thing. Master, please, take me into your arms, and breed yourself with me." Cassie pleaded, looking longingly into his eyes.
"Cassiopeia, please." Benedict whispered, as he took her paws in his hands and tenderly stroked them. "I do love you with all my heart, but I fear that if I did try to make love to you, that it would cause you grievous physical pain or even worse. I am not a male Grey Kangaroo, and you are not a female Human. Our two bodies are too different, and I fear it'd be impossible for me to make love to you."
"Master - " Cassie pleaded. "Please, please try, that's all that I ask. Or at least, take me to bed, and teach me how to pleasure you."
Benedict sighed in resignation, and then he tenderly embraced the sobbing Doe and cradled her head against his chest and stroked her ears.
"I will try Cassiopeia, but you must promise me - if you are frightened or hurt, then tell me and I will stop. Also, you must never breathe a word of this to anyone." He told her.
"I promise Master." Cassie nodded and shivered, feeling the coldness seeping into her wet body.
Benedict helped her from the shower, and then he went to work on drying them both off. It took three thick towels to get Cassiopeia dry, and then he used a hair dryer on low heat to finish drying her still damp fur. Cassie stood patiently as Benedict dried her body, long since used to the lengthy rituals involved in her daily morning bathing. Finally, she was dried and Benedict led her back to her bed, where he sat down and patted it. Cassie crawled onto her low bed then lay down on her side and looked at Benedict. He lay down beside her, and then gently caressed her cheek, as Cassie moaned in pleasure and rubbed her cheek against his palm.
"Now Cassiopeia, are you really sure you want to do this?" Benedict asked her, taking her paws in his hands and gazing into her eyes. "I do not want to try this, if you're not totally ready."
Cassie nodded and squirmed her way into a more seated position, and looked at Benedict.
"Yes Master, I understand your concern, but I am more interested in learning how to please you." Cassie replied, as she glanced nervously at him.
Benedict nodded and slipped his briefs off, then joined her in her bed. Pulling the silk sheets up over them both, Benedict wriggled in close to her, then lay down on his back.
"Cassiopeia," Benedict whispered quietly. "Just relax, and then when you are ready, do whatever you wish with me. I'll let you explore at your own pace, but please, all I ask is that you relax and be gentle. I trust you, but you have very sharp teeth and claws."
Thinking, Cassie rose and positioned her long, narrow feet either side of Benedict's knees and her heavy tail lay between his legs. Hesitantly, she leant down and began softly licking his throat and chest, as Benedict gasped and squirmed. Cassie blinked and stopped, but Benedict smiled encouragingly at her and gently pushed her head back down. Cassie resumed her soft nuzzling and licking, inhaling the growing musky scent from Benedict as he gasped and squirmed under her nuzzlings. It didn't take long, before Cassie's own arousal began to perk up, and she nibbled her way carefully down Benedict's chest and stomach, before she blinked and took a good, long look at his large penis, that was steadily swelling into erection.
Wriggling herself back, Cassie crouched and took his semi-erect penis in her supple paws and nervously nuzzled, making Benedict gasp and shudder. Cassie paused and looked worriedly at her master, but he smiled weakly and nodded encouraging for her to continue. Blinking curiously, Cassie lowered her head and tentatively licked the head of Benedict's penis, making him gasp in pleasure and buck his hips against her muzzle. With a startled squeal, Cassie flinched, thinking she had hurt her master, but he groaned and panted, then reassured her. Feeling the penis swelling in her grasp, Cassie flicked her ears and resumed licking it, as Benedict gurgled and shuddered in pleasurable torment.
Cassie opened her mouth as wide as she could, then carefully lowered her head, taking his penis into her mouth and as her sharp teeth grazed the tender skin, Benedict swallowed nervously and tensed, but he surrendered his self control when Cassie's tongue flicked over the swollen head of his penis and she awkwardly began suckling him. Benedict moaned and gripped the sheets with his fingertips, as Cassie lowered her
head a little further, her paws gripping his fully erect penis firmly, as her powerful throat muscles squeezed and relaxed, her hot, moist tongue sliding up and down the ridge of his penis, sending Benedict's mind reeling with pleasure.
Cassie suddenly coughed and snapped her head back, gagging as a burst of pre-ejaculatory fluid spurted into the back of her mouth. Retching, Cassie choked and coughed, then swallowed the bitter fluid and looked up at her master. Benedict gurgled in pleasure and gently pulled her up and kissed her muzzle lovingly.
"It - it's alright Cassiopeia, you do not have to do that to make me happy." Benedict rasped.
Cassie lay herself down on her back, stretching first one long, furred leg, and then the other. Relaxing her leg muscles, Cassiopeia rolled over onto Benedict, and then she felt his sticky penis pressed firmly against her lower stomach. Wriggling into a more comfortable position, Cassie nuzzled Benedict's throat and chin, but he felt her shivering body and quickly rolled her back over, so that he was lying on top of her, supporting most of his weight on his palms.
"Master," Cassie whispered, her voice nearly breaking into tears, as she looked up at him. "Can I...I mean, can I try...too suckle you again?"
Benedict blinked at her, then quickly knelt on her bed, placing his knees either side of her stretched out legs, and Cassie wriggled down in her bed and once again wrapped her slender paws around his throbbing penis and licked it. Benedict very nearly came there and then, barely holding himself back as Cassie once more took him inside her mouth, her tongue working around and over his swollen penis head. Each forward thrust of her head made her cheeks bellow outwards, and as she pulled her head back, strong slurping sounds came from her mouth as her saliva-filled mouth and tongue ran back along the short length of Benedict's penis she had managed to take inside her mouth. Again and again, Cassie eased her mouth open a little wider, but only succeeded in getting about a third of Benedict's penis into her mouth, her jaws stretched as widely as she could manage, thin rivulets of her saliva dribbling from the corner of her lips as she worked on pleasing her master.
Cassie slowly closed her eyes, and settled into a gentle rocking motion, her tongue slithering down under Benedict's penis and loud slurping sounds coming from her mouth. Gurgling, Benedict rocked his hips gently against Cassie's muzzle, holding himself back as much as he could, as she kept a tight grip about his penis, stopping him from thrusting it too deeply into her mouth. For over twenty minutes, Cassie suckled him, as Benedict gently squeezed and stroked her ears and nape, the torturous, burning ache in his scrotum becoming more and more unbearable.
"Cassie, stop...quickly!" Benedict rasped as he tensed and felt the rising orgasm swarming upwards towards his explosive release.
Blinking, Cassie looked up and Benedict gurgled, just barely managing to pull himself free, before he convulsed and his semen exploded from his penis tip, powerful spurts sending it in long, white jets that spattered over Cassiopeia's muzzle, lips and upper muzzle. Cassie squealed in alarm as the hot, sticky semen continued to spurt, and she got some in her mouth, the assault on her tongue and senses making her cough and gag helplessly. Benedict held his penis in one hand, bracing himself
against the bed-head as the last of his explosive ejaculation dribbled from his penis and plopped down onto Cassie's chest.
"Oh, dear god." Benedict rasped, as he shuddered, his voice broken and breath ragged.
Cassie whimpered, feeling the hot, sticky semen on her muzzle and lips, and she swiped at it with her paws, trying to get it off, but quickly realising she was only smearing it further along her muzzle.
"Master - " Cassie sobbed, frightened and alarmed. "I...I didn't mean to hurt you."
Benedict managed to regain a semblance of his composure, and he looked down at the semen-spattered muzzle of the Doe and he smiled weakly.
"Cassiopeia, my lovely doe, you didn't hurt me. If anything, it is I who apologises to you. I should have stopped you sooner. Here, wait and I'll go get a cloth and clean you up." Benedict replied, as he affectionately stroked her ears soothingly.
Cassie whimpered and continued to rub her sticky muzzle, her lips wrinkling in displeasure as the semen only smeared worse, clinging to her paws and getting between her clawed fingertips. Benedict quickly climbed off her, and then ran into the bathroom, returning with a small bowl of clean water and a damp cloth. He sat beside her on the bed and began washing her sticky muzzle and paws, as she coughed and shivered.
"Master - I didn't mean to make you mad at me." Cassie wept. "Please believe me, I didn't mean it."
Benedict rubbed her muzzle with the cloth, getting the worst of the semen off of it, and he rinsed the cloth before looking into her eyes.
"Cassiopeia, you have not made me mad at you, if anything, you've made me more happy, than I ever have been in my life. Now, be brave my beloved Doe, and dry your eyes. I want you to lay yourself back and get comfortable, and I will try to please you as much as you have me." Benedict whispered to her, as he caressed her cheek tenderly, wiping away a last clinging trace of his semen from her muzzle.
Sniffling, Cassie lay back against her pillows and shivered, as Benedict set aside the water and sticky cloth, then knelt over her and began stroking her shoulders and chest. Feeling her relaxing under his gentle massage, Benedict leant down and kissed her nose, watching Cassie's eyes blink, and she giggled weakly and licked his nose in response. Benedict continued to gently massage her, working his way down her
chest, then he rubbed his palms against her warm pouch.
Cassie groaned and trembled, as she relaxed her pouch muscles and it became flaccid, allowing Benedict to carefully pull it open and he kissed the smooth, warm flesh just inside her pouch. Moaning and clenching her paws against the silken sheets, Cassie trembled and squirmed, as Benedict pulled her pouch open a little further, licking and kissing the pale, smooth skin, before he released her pouch and nibbled gently down her outer pouch and ran his hands along her inner thighs, then gently caressed her cloacal vent. Cassie whimpered and trembled, and Benedict
smiled soothingly at her, before he began carefully massaging the opening and his fingers teasingly probed the opening.
"Master - " Cassie's voice quavered, as she tensed visibly.
"Do you trust me Cassiopeia?" Benedict asked, as he looked up into her eyes.
"Yes master." Cassie responded, nodding nervously.
Benedict smiled and his fingers rubbed and stroked against her opening, then as Cassie watched on, Benedict slid two fingers carefully inside her sex and Cassie squealed and squirmed, as he paused and gently rubbed his fingers inside her sex, using his thumb to gently massage the outside of it. Cassie trembled and wriggled, her own arousal swift to respond as she felt her body responding eagerly to Benedict's probing fingers, her sex quickly growing swollen and wet. Benedict smiled and used one hand to massage her sex; the other he rubbed and tweaked her pouch. Moaning, Cassiopeia writhed and trembled, then blinked as Benedict pushed himself backwards and lowered his head down, then kissed her inner thighs and lower stomach, continuing to ease his fingers in and out of her now trembling cloacal vent.
He glanced up at her, and then withdrew his hand from her sex and rubbed his lips against it, then his tongue flicked out and lightly lapped across the trembling opening. He paused, feeling Cassie tremble and a soft, whimper escape her, but he found the taste of the aroused doe to be a bittersweet taste, not unpleasant, but distinctly different. Cassie shivered and whimpered again, as Benedict gently parted the opening with his fingers and his tongue flicked inwards, then he began licking her
vent both inside and out, as Cassie writhed and trembled.
"Master...please." Cassie begged, her body tensing with fear and pleasure, as she clutched her bed sheets tightly in her clawed fingers, intertwining them with the sheets as she squirmed.
Benedict ignored Cassie's pleading, as he nuzzled her sex more enthusiastically, feeling the Doe loosening up and her sex growing warmer and warmer, the inner walls becoming sticky and slick with the natural lubrications her body secreted.
"Master - no...stop it..." Cassie whimpered, trembling more violently as she squirmed and pushed back against the mattress.
This time, Benedict stopped and he moved swiftly up her body and held the sobbing Doe, tenderly caressing her ears and kissing her cheeks.
"Cassiopeia? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Benedict asked, as he kissed away her salty tears.
"You...you didn't hurt me Master, but it.it was frightening me a little. I've never had someone...do that to me." Cassie replied, sniffling and shivering. "It...it is pleasurable, but also, frightening."
Benedict nodded and kissed her muzzle again, as he moved up and she shivered as she felt his fully erect penis pressing in between her thighs. Cassie blinked and whimpered nervously, as she bit her tongue and wriggled herself down in her bed a little further, then stretched out her hind legs, placing them either side of Benedict's thighs.
"Cassie - I've never.made love to a Kangaroo before, and I do not even know if I'll be able to do it. Are you sure that you want me to try to make love to you?" Benedict admitted.
With a sniffle, Cassie nodded and placed her paws on Benedict's shoulders and breathed in and out a few times, before she nodded again and relaxed as best she could. Benedict took his penis in one hand, and using extreme care, he guided it up between Cassie's thighs, and then pressed the head of his penis against her wet, quivering sex. He paused for a moment, then pushed himself tenderly forwards, and felt the tight, hot opening of Cassie's sex stretching, then it was inside the opening,
the tight musculature squeezing down behind his penis' head, making Cassie gasp and tense as a sudden sharp spasm of pain lanced up her spine. Benedict was even larger than Cassie had feared, nearly twice the size of the vibrator she used to pleasure herself, and she whimpered in pain, as Benedict pulled himself back out of her again.
"Cassie, I can't. You're too tense, and I'll hurt you." Benedict told her.
"Master, please...please try again - I just need a moment to get used to you inside me." Cassie pleaded.
Benedict nodded and carefully pushed his penis back in against her sex, and once more, the tight walls slipped around his member and Cassie quivered, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes as she hissed in pain and panted heavily. Benedict tried to remain as still as he could, but the heat from the young Doe's sex was sending pleasure searing up the sensitive nerves of his penis, and trying to get him to bury it to
the hilt inside her. As Cassie weakly nodded, Benedict nervously pushed a little deeper into her, and Cassie's sharp clawed fingers scratched his shoulder as she cried out and bucked against him, involuntarily pushing herself down onto his penis. Over half of it slid inside Cassie's hot, tight sex and she shrieked loudly in pain, as Benedict groaned and quickly pulled himself free again, then began hugging the hysterically sobbing Doe.
"Cassiopeia, I can't make love to you, I'm too large to safely fit inside you. If I keep trying, I'll only hurt you more." Benedict told her gently, as he caressed her ears and kissed her tear-dampened cheeks.
"Master," Cassie wept and clutched him tight against her. "Please...I know I can breed to you. Please, just once more..."
"Cassiopeia, listen to me!" Benedict spoke more sternly. "You're far too tight for me to easily penetrate you. If I force myself inside you, it will hurt you terribly. Lovemaking is meant to be a gentle, slow and sensuous thing, not a brutal, savage mating to please the male, and hurt the female."
"Master, I know...I can breed you. I just know it." Cassie begged.
Benedict looked sceptically at her, but relent and once again, pushed himself back into her, then he shuddered as her tight, wet walls squeezed down around the head of his penis, and once again, he fought the urge to thrust. Cassiopeia panted and whimpered, then wriggled beneath him and Benedict withdrew again. Cassie sniffled, then blinked as Benedict rose and sat her up, before placing a soft pillow under her
hips, which lifted her lower-quarters up higher. He then lay himself back down on her and pushed his penis within her again, this time Cassie squirmed and squealed, as Benedict paused and using her natural lubrication, he continued to carefully push against her. Cassie bucked and squealed, as it felt as if he was pushing too deeply, then he lay himself down on her and Cassie felt the muscles and straining walls of her sex loosen a little, yet still tightly squeezing around Benedict's penis.
He shuddered and pulled himself back carefully, nearly dismounting from her, then pushed himself back against her, once again using her natural lubricating excretions to penetrate her. To Cassie's surprise, as he repeatedly pulled back and eased forwards, she felt her muscles loosen a little more each time, and soon, he gave a short, sharp grunt and a quick thrust, and Cassie gasped, feeling him fully mount her. Benedict lay himself on her, kissing her cheek and muzzle, as he shuddered and fought the instincts to ejaculate, as Cassie's tight muscles quivered along his penis, the heat growing more and more intense, as her fear was overcome with her rising arousal.
"Oh...oh Cassiopeia," Benedict rasped, as he trembled and carefully pushed his hips down, pushing his penis back and forth inside her body. "Oh my dear, lovely Doe.."
Cassiopeia sobbed openly, the pain of having her master inside her burning her groin and lower belly with a sharp aching feeling, but she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and pushed herself up against him, then relaxed, feeling her vent opening loosening, and her tight cervix walls sliding up and down along Benedict's penis.
"Master, I...thank you." Cassie gurgled, as she shivered and panted. "Thank you, for being so...gentle."
Benedict smiled down at her, then he carefully took her muzzle in his hand and opened her mouth a little. Cassie made no effort to stop him, placing complete love and trust in her master. Benedict looked down into her deep brown eyes, and he softly thrust against her, feeling Cassie's body momentarily tense and a feeble whimper escape her, before she was silent again.
"Cassiopeia, I want to try, and kiss you. When I do, it'll feel strange, but breathe through your nose okay?" Benedict gasped, as he pushed himself back and forth against her, feeling her cervix walls loosening more and more, but the heat growing hotter by the second.
"Kiss...me?" Cassie replied, eyebrows frowning as she gasped and trembled.
"It's a wonderfully pleasant experience my dear Doe, and is often quite usual to kiss and caress whilst making love." Benedict told her.
Cassie continued to frown in confusion, but she was placing complete trust in her master, then she whimpered as he lowered his head and pushed himself a little deeper into her, then pressed his lips to hers and he stroked her ears and head. Cassiopeia coughed and gasped, as she pulled her head away, trembling.
"Cassiopeia, trust me." Benedict asked. "Come on my beloved, please, trust me and let me kiss you."
Whimpering, Cassie shivered and wriggled a little bit up her bed, gasping as Benedict's powerful erection slid up and down inside her tight cervix. As Benedict lowered his head again, Cassie did not flinch away and Benedict cradled the back of her head in a palm, as he softly pressed his lips to hers, and he breathed out softly, sharing his breath with Cassie's. Her eyes widened in fear and she trembled, but Benedict stroked the back of her head soothingly, and she swallowed, then flinched as he let his tongue probe its way into her mouth, and touch hers. Marsupial saliva mixed with human, and Cassie gurgled deep in her throat and trembled again, as Benedict pulled his head back and rubbed her damp cheeks with his thumbs.
"There now, that wasn't so bad - was it?" Benedict asked her, as he kissed her nose lovingly, and pulled himself back, shuddering as the tight walls squeezed against his erection.
"It," Cassie stammered, and shuddered. "It frightened me a little, Master, but I...I did not find it unpleasant."
Benedict moved slightly and Cassie gasped and trembled, feeling Benedict's length buried deep inside her, tight cervix walls pressing down on him. He smiled tenderly and caressed her cheek as he tenderly began moving inside her, taking his strokes in long, slow movements. Cassie found that her body soon responded with more and more ease, and Benedict groaned and trembled, the heat of her sex growing more by
the second and threatening to make him lose his ability to control himself. For ten minutes, Benedict carefully made love with the shivering Cassiopeia, and then he gasped and paused, before carefully dismounting from her. Cassie blinked and sat up, looking concerned and more than a little frightened.
"Cassiopeia, this is hurting you too much, but I think I know a way to make it easier for you. Your body is not properly designed for laying like this, so what I want, is for you to hop off your bed and stretch yourself, then come back and I'll try a different way of making love with you." Benedict told her.
As he rolled off her, Cassie blinked then obeyed, crawling from her bed and shaking herself, before stretching first one long hind leg, then the other. Once she had loosened her muscles up, she turned back to her bed and watched as Benedict lay down on his back and nodded to her. Cassie crawled back into her bed, and then with Benedict's help, she positioned herself over his hips, feeling his trembling penis throbbing against her groin.
"Now Cassiopeia, we'll try this way. I want you to sit up a little more, and when you're ready, slowly mount me. Take your time, and go slowly." Benedict asked her, as he held his penis in one hand, aligning it with her trembling cloacal vent.
Cassie nodded and did as he asked, and she placed her long, narrow feet either side of Benedict's chest, her tail lying limply between his legs. Carefully, she rubbed her trembling sex against the tip of Benedict's penis, making him flinch and cry out in pleasure. Pausing, Cassie lowered her hips a little, and whimpered quietly as Benedict's penis head slid inside her sex, then tight muscles squeezed down around it.
"Cassiopeia, please my beloved, you must relax." Benedict hissed, as he
felt the phenomenal heat of the aroused Doe's tight passage squeeze again.
Sniffling, Cassie took a few deep breaths and tried to relax as her master asked her, and when she had loosened herself up a little more, she relaxed her tense leg muscles and very gradually pushed down onto him, Benedict groaned in ecstasy, feeling her hot, slippery cervix walls and the incredible heat moving down his length. Even Cassiopeia was surprised, as the pain was greatly lessened, and with little effort, she had fully mounted herself on Benedict, and laid her trembling paws on his
chest. He smiled up at her and took her paws in his, then tenderly caressed them, as Cassie moaned and hesitantly began rocking against him.
"Oh, oh Cassiopeia," Benedict grunted, as he shivered and moaned. "Oh my dear, sweet Doe..."
Cassiopeia squirmed a little, and then pushed herself fully down onto Benedict and she panted as her sex squeezed down tight around Benedict, and her rocking grew more and more forceful, her furred body sliding back and forth along Benedict's quivering thighs. Benedict gurgled and began lovingly stroking and massaging Cassie's pouch, as she nodded and squeezed down on him again, then began rocking quicker still. This was more than Benedict could stand, and after a few short, sharp rocking thrusts from Cassiopeia, Benedict suddenly grasped her hips and pulled her down, as he drew a gasping breath and shuddered violently, his penis inside Cassie twitching in time with the explosive release of his orgasm. Cassie squealed in distress and tried to pull away, but Benedict's hold was too tight, as pulse after pulse of his
semen erupted deep inside her.
"Master...you're frightening me - " Cassie wailed.
"I'm...sorry Cassiopeia," Benedict gurgled. "It won't hurt you."
Cassie's hot, stinging tears sprang from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks, dripping off her chin and landing with splatters on Benedict's chest, as he stroked her sides with his shaking hands and moaned in delight, feeling yet another orgasm surge through his body and deep within his Doe partner. Sobbing, Cassie squirmed and struggled weakly, but Benedict's squeeze on her hips made her stop and she pressed
forwards against him, sliding his pulsing penis in at a new angle, then Cassie froze and her body tensed, as his engulfed penis head rubbed against the tight walls and brought a surprising burst of pleasure to the Doe. Moaning, Benedict lay beneath Cassiopeia, who pushed herself back, then pulled forwards, once again experiencing the short, unexpected explosion of pleasure. Blinking, Cassie began rocking harder
and faster, as Benedict writhed and cried out, his mutterings echoed by Cassie's squeals of Marsupial elation, as her body relaxed and she thrust harder and harder, feeling Benedict's iron-like erection within her, her own sexual arousal building to a blazing crescendo as she finally adjusted to her master's length and its shape.
Heat upon heat built along Cassiopeia's entire cervix, and Benedict felt as if he was making love with a furnace. Cassie crouched down and laid her quivering paws on his shoulders, then dug her claws in gently and began humping him with more enthusiasm and vigorousness.
"Oh, dear God." Benedict gurgled; lost in the sensations and pleasures that Cassiopeia was giving him.
Grunting, Cassiopeia thrust harder still, her cervix walls grasping and releasing, only to squeeze down even tighter along his length as she felt his erection rubbing and probing inside her. For thirty minutes, Benedict screamed and bucked beneath Cassiopeia, who humped him wildly, her forceful thrusts nearly dismounting him, and then slamming herself back along his length. At last, she squealed and squeezed down so tightly, Benedict thought she'd surely injure herself - and her entire body tensed as she arched her back inwards and her head flew backwards, a loud, piercing squeal torn from her as she reached her climax, her cervix walls rippling and shaking, an overabundance of her natural lubricating fluids sliding down and around Benedict's imprisoned penis, as she humped a dozen more times, then her body went limp and as Benedict opened his eyes, he looked at the tired, sweaty muzzle of Cassiopeia staring back, mere millimetres from his nose. She smiled weakly and began lathering his sweaty face and throat with long, loving licks.
"Oh, Cassiopeia." Benedict moaned. "I never, I mean...I'd never have imagined."
"Master, thank you." Cassie murred and licked him loving again, her body
trembling, but keeping herself pushed down tightly against his groin.
Benedict smiled and kissed her nose, then made her dismount. Cassie did so, then hopped off her bed and quickly stretched again, before she grasped her thighs with her black paws and began licking her lower stomach and sex, coughing softly as she tasted her own natural fluids, mixed in with those of Benedict. He watched her in curiosity, and then Cassiopeia crawled back into her bed and lay down beside him. Benedict smiled and placed a pillow between her ankles and another under her hips and tail. As Cassie blinked in confusion, Benedict moved in even closer, and then Cassie squealed in surprise and a little fear, as Benedict's iron-like erection probed gently between her thighs, and with a soft grunt, he slid himself back inside her.
"Master - " Cassie's voice quavered nervously.
"Its alright Cassiopeia, you said you wanted to be bred by a male didn't you? I promise you my beloved, that you shall have all that you desire, and more besides. Except I will do this all day, and with nothing more than love, trust and concern for you. Trust me Cassiopeia, I'll be very, very gentle with you."
Cassie shivered and blinked sleepily, as she felt Benedict place her paws around his neck and move in against her, his penis sliding easily up inside her tight, hot body once more.
"All...day, master?" Cassie asked, her eyes widening.
"As long as my lovely, beautiful Doe desires to be bred. I have heard that you Kangaroo's are quite...virile, and I'm willing to see if it's true."
Benedict smiled and kissed her nose. Cassie gasped and wriggled herself in against Benedict, her sweaty, sticky fur pressed tight against his own sweaty form, and as Benedict began gently thrusting within her, Cassie grunted and squeezed his shoulder's with her clawed paws, murring
encouragingly at him.
Cassiopeia had found true love at last, and he was determined to make her master happy, no matter what the cost. It was going to be a long, sleepless day, and if Cassiopeia had her way, an even longer night.
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