Caramel
Ok kids, this is my first story. I hope that I will be able to post more later, Alright Have fun and happy spooging!!!!
- * * Cecil was far from average. He was the strongest defender of his tribe, one of many in the Central Plains. His three tails marked him as a Kitsune. It was a point of pride that such a prestigious creature would put the well being of the tribe in his hands. With sliver fur and gold eyes, Cecil had no problem finding a bedmate. Even the patch over his left eye did not hinder, but improved his looks. The tribe, like most of the tribes, was made up of in part human, and in part beast-men. Many wanted their daughters to marry Cecil, but he always refused. As one shaman once put it, "He is as wild and crazy as the wind." Cecil had his critics though. They called him lecherous, reckless, and insane. Hey, you can't please everybody. Cecil was pleasantly bathing in a clear water stream one morning. It was his normal morning ritual. The breeze was pleasant and the sun shown bright. His wet fur glistened in the light, shining in stark contrast to the dark greens and browns of the forest. He rested, staring at the sky through the canopy, on a large smooth slanted rock, the water halfway up his shins. Just lying there, enjoying the world about him. There was a soft rustle in the brush near by. Cecil opened his eye lazily to check. There, halfway concealed by the shrubbery, knelt a young caramel colored squirrel-girl. She had not noticed his gaze, for she was staring intently at his sheath. He kept his eye on her for a few moments. Suddenly Cecil sat up on the rock and looked right at the young squirrel. Wide eyed embarrassment greeted Cecil's gentle and welcoming smile. His piercing gold eye stared into her dark brown eyes. They remained like so for a brief moment more; the girl frozen in fear, Cecil waiting for her to make a move. In one frantic movement, she dashed off. Cecil's soft smile remained, as he crawled out of the water and walked toward his small home, letting the cool breeze dry his nude form. It was several days later when they met next. Cecil was taking inventory in the store room of his three room house. The whir of his computer in the kitchen/bedroom and the chirping of birds was all that could be heard. With clip board in hand, Cecil checked off cans of food, weapon parts, ammunition, etc. He sang a slow song under his breath as his tail swung back and forth lazily. There was a knock on the door. Cecil placed his pencil behind his ear as he walked over to the door and opened it. The young squirrel stood there shifting nervously. The 5'6" Kitsune looked down at the 5' nothing figure with a warm, welcoming smile. "Come in," said Cecil, softly. She took her shoes off and timidly went inside. Staying a few steps in front of her, Cecil lead her to the main room of the house. He motioned for her to sit down as he went for the fridge. The squirrel cautiously eased her self unto the wooden table; its unstained colour matched her fur. "What's your name kid" Cecil asked taking out two sodas from the fridge. He tossed one to the squirrel. "Vikki," came the bashful answer. "And you age?" Cecil asked, never taking his gentle gaze off her. Vikki kept her legs crossed, her young body almost trembling with apprehension. She stared at the unbroken lid of the soda can she held in her lap. Her soft voice came to her "Sixteen." Cecil's smile widened at the answer. He sipped lazily at his soda, watching Vikki intently. She was tense, every muscle ready to bolt. With every ounce of will power she fought her flight instincts. All the time Cecil continued to gaze at her, his back resting on the door of the fridge. "This is about the other day, isn't it?" Cecil cut to the chase. Vikki's head shot straight up and she stared right into Cecil's good eye, "I didn't mean to spy on you! I was just... was just... it'll never...!" She was cut off as Cecil took a few steps closer. He stopped mere inches from her. Vikki looked up into Cecil's golden eye. Her gaze traveled down his battle scared chest, resting finally upon the bulge in the front of Cecil's woodland fatigues. Vikki caught herself and quickly returned to staring at the soda can in her lap. Cecil placed two fingers beneath her chin and raised her head so they again locked glances. Vikki closed her eyes as Cecil leaned in and kissed her passionately. Her legs spread instinctively and the scent of her aroused sex filled the air. The soda can she held fell to the carpeted floor as she gripped the edge of the table, her entire body reacting to the immense wave of pleasure caused by the kiss. They remained locked in the deep kiss. Vikki let out a muffled moan of pleasure as Cecil messaged her small supple breast through her shirt. The soft orbs growing firm under his gentle caresses. He leaned forward and she obeyed, leaning back until the only thing between her back and the cold wooden table was her soft bushy tail. While one hand remained playing with her young breast, his other hand gripped her inner thigh. His thumb pressing between her legs into the seam of her jeans, slowly, methodically, moving his thumb up and down along the seam. She squirmed and moaned as they passionately kissed, yet Cecil persisted. Vikki's back arched and she broke the kiss to let out a scream as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She clung on tight to Cecil as her orgasm continued, soaking through her panties and jeans. As she came back down she smiled sleepily at Cecil before passing out. Cecil started to work her jeans, then panties off. Both were soaked with Vikki's sweet nectar. He held the panties close to his nose and inhaled deeply, reveling in her scent. Tossing the clothing into a corner of the wash room, Cecil grabbed a pair of his fatigues and walked back over to the sleeping figure. He looked a moment at her still glistening mound, the fur matted, before easing her into the fatigues. Vikki semiconsciously clung to Cecil as he lifted her small frame and carried her over to the hammock he slept on. The room started to grow dark as the spring sun fell slowly below the horizon. He placed a blanket over her and kissed her on the forehead. Picking back up the clip board, and removing the pencil from behind his ear, Cecil flicked on a light in the storage room and went back to taking inventory. ************************************************************************ The morning sun shown through the windows of the bunker-esque house. Its light filled the Spartan bare room. The whir of the computer, its monitor showed a constantly updating map of the surrounding area, was complimented by the sound of food sizzling. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the small kitchen/bedroom. In the corner of the room Vikki sleepily opened her eyes. Stretching she watched Cecil, who was standing by the stove. She admired the strong, fluid motion of his body as he cooked. The way his toned muscles moved under his tight shirt. Vikki found her self wishing that the combat fatigues he wore were just as tight. She listened to the slow sad song he sung to him self as he cooked. Cecil turned around and leaned on the side of the fridge. He took in the sight of her as she looked into his eye. Her dark brown eyes, more confident in their survey, remained locked in his gaze. She sat up and removed the blanket. Taking out a pair of plates and glasses, Cecil motioned with his head towards the wash room. "Go wash up breakfast is almost ready. I also washed your clothing if you would like to wear something more comfortable," Cecil said. She stood up and walked towards the wash room. The slightly too large fatigues nearly fell off as she walked. Right before she closed the door Cecil added, "The sink in there only has cold water." Vikki thanked him and shut the door. Allowing the fatigues to completely drop to the floor, she turned on the faucet. Cold water filled the basin. She rung her slender hands under the water in silence, constantly thinking Am I dreaming? Splashing her face with water, she brought her self to her senses. Taking a step back she looked at her self in the mirror. She had never felt sexier in her young life. She took in her lean figure, her modest breasts, and the gentle curve of her hips. Folded on the top of the dryer, she found her clothes. Looking in the mirror one last time, she noticed a picture resting in the frame. She picked up the picture and examined it. Seven men and women, mostly beast-men, stood in uniformed light armor, holding various projectile weapons. Amid the cheerful looking group stood a near serious Cecil. He looked very young. At the time of the picture he still had both his eyes; they looked still kind but much wilder. Vikki carried it out with her when she joined Cecil in the main room. "Would you like some coffee?" Cecil asked rummaging through a cabinet. "No thanks," Vikki shook her head," too bitter." She took her place at the table. Cecil shrugged, placing a glass in front of her. Vikki held out the picture towards him. "Who are they?" she asked. "Those," Cecil said enthusiastically, "were the craziest bastards I ever had the pleasure of serving with." Ignoring Vikki's raised eyebrow Cecil placed the picture on the counter. He filled her glass full of orange juice and sat down. "I joined an army in the eastern islands when I was fifteen. I lied about my age, not that they cared though. I was assigned to a seven man unit. Arcane Commando Squad Hellfire was what we were called," Cecil explained. "Oh," Vikki started on her breakfast. "Where are they now?" "Well Bruce and Jade died in combat, and the rest of us kinda just finished our tours. Rachel, last I heard, went to the Ivory Towers of the western mountains, I kinda found my way here, and the rest just stayed on. It has been seven years since that picture was taken." They ate in silence. The morning spring breeze flowed through the house. "Well, you were out quick." Cecil broke the silence. Vikki looked down at her food, embarrassed. "I was nervous and for the past several nights couldn't sleep, and..." "It's alright," Cecil smirked. "I never expected a delicate young thing to have the stamina of Venus." Vikki continued to stare into the plate. Cecil got up and walked behind her. Moving his muzzle close to her ear he whispered "But today you are well rested." Kneeling down and reaching under her arms, Cecil gently grabbed hold of Vikki's breasts. He caressed them lightly before he started to work her shirt off. Not a moment sooner was her bra off. Her lithe young bosom was exposed to the cool morning air. It did not take long for his hands to return to her breasts. Using his forefinger and thumb he teased her hardening nipples. Vikki was overjoyed with his tender but firm grip. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped one slender hand inside. Letting out a small moan she began to probe her sodden sex. Her breathing became heavier as she stroked her clitoris fervently. The dormant hand worked its way down Cecil's muscular abs and began undoing the tight hold the fatigues had on his bulging package. Cecil grinned as her small hand explored all eight and a half inches of his erect length. His grip became more determined as Vikki commenced slowly stroking his member. She let out a weak whimper of dismay as he stepped away. She looked back at him, bidding him to return. "Stand up," Cecil calmly commanded. Vikki stood up quickly. "Lose the pants." No sooner had he spoken than they were off. She stood barer before his accepting gaze. The pleasant air exciting already wet woman hood even more. Cecil pulled off his own shirt as he stepped toward the chair. He stepped out of his fatigues as they fell to the floor and seated himself on the chair. Vikki stared at him, longing for his engorged sex. Grabbing hold of her hips, he directed Vikki to straddle his leg. He began to suckle on her breast as she rocked her hips back and forth over Cecil's thigh, matting his fur with her fluid. The feel of her eager mound rubbing against his soft fur made her moan loudly with pleasure. She went at his thigh with fervent passion, Cecil forcing her hips down. She tore him away from her breast and pulled him into a kiss. Thrusting down with all her might, her body tensed. Glistening nectar trailed down Cecil's leg. Panting, she leaned against him. Placing his hands behind her back Cecil helped her to the floor. Vikki gasped as Cecil slowly eased himself into her tight opening. Attentively he began to thrust in and out, the process growing faster and stronger with each motion. Vikki's moans rose into a chorus of passion. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body rocked with pleasure. Arching her back, she let loose a feverous cry. Mercilessly, Cecil continued as Vikki held him as close as possible. Wave after wave her orgasms rushed through her body. With one great thrust, Cecil buried himself deep inside Vikki. Unleashing a howl, Cecil filled Vikki with his seed. Cecil rolled over and stared into Vikki's eyes. Not a moment later, the computer's warning buzzer went off. Cecil leapt up, throwing on his pants. Muttering under his breath, he rushed into the store room. Pulling out a loaded shotgun he moved to the door. "So much for the after glow," he said looking back at Vikki before bolting out the door.