Just Desserts
#1 of Horrorotica
Eric ran his fingers along the base of the young woman's ears and parted her hair slightly with his claws. A slick smile ran across the tall fox's lips as he looked down at the rabbit-girl's mouth sliding back and forth of the end of his length. This was his favorite part of it, the way that he could look down and see their pursed lips slaving over his body; slicking it, stimulating it. He knew that any moment now she would look up, and thanks to her age she would probably blush. This one wasn't much for this kind of thing and it took a man like him to put her in the position.
After a moment she opened her eyes and turned those innocent, brown orbs up to take in his expression. Her cheeks did flush a bit when she saw him looking down at her with and paused for a moment to try and read the wide, vulpine grin that he wore. Eric felt his member pulse with excitement as he looked down at her almost judgmentally and drank in her insecurity. This was after all his favorite part. She closed her eyes as if to hide from his stare and started to suckle him again. His grin widened a touch to show some a few immaculately white and perfectly strait teeth.
He had told her that he would warn her before anything happened so that she could decide what course she wanted to take. She said that she had never done anything like this before and he believed her. She was simply too sweet to be lying, and far too shy. Perhaps that was why it was his favorite part. He loved the newness of them, the bright eyed contrast against his "Au Courant". As it turned out, as he had decided from the start, he didn't warn her. She had to learn sometime and that was what he liked to do. He liked to hand out learning experiences. He liked to soil things that were pretty.
The young girl's eyes widened as Eric let out a long breath and filled her mouth with the sudden alkaline flavor of electrolyte and jerked her head back in surprise. As a result the second rope of his release landed across her cheek, and she coughed causing what had filled her mouth to dribble over her breasts, and shirt. His third rope struck her chin, and neck but it was much smaller and he was past anything other than a bit of leftover drip. Eric smiled wickedly as he watched her hands cover her mouth in shock and tried to remember her name. Shayla? Shana? Sarah? That was it. Sarah.
Sarah looked like she was getting ready to cry and he knew that part of the fun was over. He reached under his pillow produced a clean wash cloth and began to dab his mark from her face. His smile became very loving, and careful as he turned her pouting expression up to his.
"I'm sorry, baby" he said softly as he used the cloth, more to dry her than to clean her off. She'd need a trip to the bathroom to really accomplish that. "I'm sorry."
She stared up at him with an expression that was part hurt, part shocked, and very insecure. She obviously felt very small sitting there on the floor as he looked down at her from his thrown on the edge of the bed. His kingly staff still hovered before her slick with his seed, and her saliva and she was still kneeling before him like some lowly servant.
"You said" she stuttered out quietly, meekly as though she was ashamed to say it, "You said you were going to let me know... I... I wasn't ready for that. I..." She was going to say something else but he had begun to pull her up towards him with his strong hands under her arms. Sarah realized that she could no longer remember the next item on her gripe list. Her eyes widened a little in protest as he began to remove her shirt.
"I know" he said in a voice that sounded so sincere it must be, "That is why I said I was sorry. It's just that... Just..." He paused and looked away mimicking her shy inexperience and swallowed deeply. "You were just so... So good that I lost track of what was happening. I've never felt anything like that."
Just like that her expression changed from hurt, and embarrassed to that other kind of shy. Also, there was a hint of accomplishment there. She was pleased that he was pleased, and they were both pleased because of it. Still, there was the matter of her shirt and she was not too keen on his removal of it, but he wasn't really pushing for her to do it.
"Don't" she said with every attempt at firmness. Still the weakness of the moment showed. "I don't want to. Not after...." He smiled down at her and leaned carefully forward to kiss her. She felt his lips touch her and started to move towards him but felt her self stopped and her eyes opened worriedly. She began to wonder if she had done something wrong.
"We have to take your shirt off" he said convincingly "so that we can clean it. You've got stuff all over the front and there is no sense in both of our shirts getting mussed at once. Here. Let's just get it off and you can cover yourself with the blanket until I can get it washed." It seemed so reasonable that she felt silly for ever trying to stop him in the first place.
Sarah relaxed her arms and let him lift them so that he could strip her shirt off. She felt herself blushing not only from the exposure of her soft breasts and pink bra, but because she could better feel the heat of his masculinity. The familiar feeling that he aroused in her built and she started to consider whether or not he was the one.
Eric knew what she was thinking even before she could think it. How many times had he done this? The count was lost. He pulled her shirt away and laid it carefully on the nightstand that hovered beside his bed on it's carelessly assembled legs. He had forgotten exactly when he ordered that stand from Ikea as readily as he forgot how many girls and boys had fallen for him in his 27 years. Interestingly it took him less time to remember that the catalog named it "Inga" quicker than he remembered his dates name. He pulled back the covers and allowed her to crawl under them before following himself.
Sarah looked over her shoulder as he snuggled up against her back and held her tightly in those strong, finely sculpted arms of his. He already knew that she was hiding a soft smile in the darkness and reveling in how grown up she was feeling. How secure and womanly her body felt against him, and how wise and worldly her first time tasting a man was leaving her. At least she was thinking that now because he hadn't walked away. That would come later.
"Mmmm" she sighed softly, coyly as she took one of his paws in her own, "I thought you were going to wash my shirt?" She felt his free hand rest on her belly and she felt the warmth inside that self same region growing.
"I figured I'd cuddle with you awhile, first." She smiled, and he smiled, then turned her face toward him and kissed her sweetly.
"It's warm" she whispered as their lips met and the vulpine Lothario knew that he had her. He let their lips meet and a soft kiss pass between them for an extended period of time. After the few carefully calculated moments of their loving embrace he turned her more towards him and kissed her ever so slightly harder. Then ever so slightly deeper, and ever so slightly more passionate.
The girl let him go as he would finding the pace to her liking and never thinking for a second that he was so good at this for any reason other than their outstanding compatibility. She was sure that he would ask her to marry him and that all her dreams would come true, but not on any conscious, thought out level. The little Disney princess that had lived in her since she was eleven still held on to her Happily Ever After, and that tiny little part was sure that she had found it. She made no protest when he dexterously unclipped her bra and massaged her back. She knew what would come next, but that was nothing she hadn't done before.
Eric's hand slid along the center of her back just the way that he knew would work her up, then carefully caressed her laterals as he worked towards her ribs. Before long he had maneuvered himself over her and slowly spread his palm and finger's over her breast. Her pert young nipples were already standing out like supple spring loaded cooking timers.
Turkey's almost done, time to add the stuffing.
His lips moved away from hers and she let out a hot breath into the cool air outside of the security of his blankets. As expected his nose moved along her cheek until he reached the curve of her jaw, and he began to kiss and nibble her there. Inch by inch he worked his lips and teeth over the soft side of her neck and ran his tongue along her clavicle. He squeezed her petite breast a few times, and ran his fingers around the bulge slowly working towards the center. Once there he ran a single fingertip around her areola and nipple before finally beginning to work the tiny bud of flesh between his digit, and thumb.
Sarah's paw moved up his back, to his soft, brown head fur and ran her fingers through the thick lengths as she moaned softly. His face moved further down, along the valley of her breasts and mussed the soft, low fur there with his hot breath. She whined a little louder and squirmed slightly as he began to kiss her belly at the very bottom of her sternum, and move his cool nose along the line at the under-side base of her breast. Her finger's tightened on his hair a little more as his hot, thin tongue slipped between his lips and began to circle up, and over her chest similarly to the path his fingers had taken. He made slow, concentric spirals around her bosom with kisses, and licks until he had reached her nipple. With the slightest bit he began to suckle it and she felt fire race through her body, and settle in her loins.
For the better part of an hour the fox worked her expertly moving back and forth from her lips, to her neck, to her breasts before his fingers began to trail to her legs. She didn't pay much mind as he ran his paws firmly over her knees and rump, and lightly over her thighs. From time to time he seemed to accidentally bump into the clothed mound of her sex which gave her a startle, but after a few such taps she didn't seem to mind so much any more.
With this over come, Eric began to stroke her hips, and the upper most area of her mid rift. Her legs tightened little and a small voice of alarm sounded inside her head but her body seemed to want it more and more. The pleasure that he seemed so magnificent at bringing her was becoming something of a pain; a longing, and a wont that burned inside her and cried for release. She didn't really understand it all, but she was pretty sure that she knew what it meant. Finally, her legs relaxed and his hand slipped between them.
Eric's digit slipped over her eager, but inexperienced body igniting her further and she let out a soft cry. He smiled again beyond the vision that Sarah's closed eyes denied her as he found her mound already wet, and swollen. His fingers danced along her gem, and folds as he kissed her deeply. Before long he pulled his head back a little and let her breath go as the first orgasm that a man had brought to her pulsed through her loins, and she whined, and moaned her way through it. He also took the liberty of slipping her skirt, and panties off while she enjoyed it.
Before the girl could come to herself, or protest he was already between her legs. She started to tighten them, and gave him the smallest huff of "Wait!" before he deigned to shush her silent.
"It's ok" he said reassuringly, "You tasted me, now it's only fair that I taste you." he smiled lovingly up at her and she smiled back, but with out the confidence born of tried experience. Her small teeth appeared as she bit her lower lip and took a deep breath to calm her doubts. He smiled sweetly and slowly pushed her legs apart with no real resistance. His lips lowered softly to her thigh and rested there a moment. He kissed it a few times before running his tongue along the crease between the outermost of her vulva, and the leg itself and moved up over the mound of her pubis.
He continued around, over the soft nest of her nether fur and down the other crease as he calmed her by stroking the soft lips of her labia. Once he felt that she was sufficiently ready he slid his tongue between the soft, protective curtains of her treasure and ran it along her opening until he reached her clitoris. His tongue was not really rough, but it was sufficiently bumpy and her sensitive mound felt every last feature. She began to moan again, and gripped at the sheets. He continued to work her over using the tip of his tongue and the mounting ball of the stud that pierced it. He could feel her body shake with a second, and then a third orgasm before he decided he was done with it.
He moved back up her body and lay along her belly pulling her into a keep kiss. He let his member rest against her opening and moved just so as to let it keep her a little excited. She had began to sweat in her ecstasy and her fur was clinging slightly to her slender form from head to toe. After kissing her for some time, and careful caressing of her breast he moved till his length poised against the opening of her gender.
Her eyes widened a little but he was there with that carefully practiced look of assurance. "Everything will be all right" it said, After a few minutes though the pain receded and he was beginning to move faster as if he already knew it. He seemed to know a lot of things and it never ceased to impress her. He kissed her neck softly and she began to relax. The pain of her deflowering was almost gone, and the feeling of pleasure that his movement against her brought seemed to be growing. On top of that there was sort of mental high, and sense of accomplishment. She was a woman now, a real woman, not just a grown girl and he was her man. She was sure that he wanted to stay with her forever.
Eric read everything in her eyes, and the softness in her face that almost glowed. He almost seemed to drink it in like some sort of vampire. A vampire that fed on the horrible softness of youth. A look that flashed in his eyes as his breath quickened, and he began to thrust quicker, and quicker into her made her feel almost worried for a split second. Before any real thought about it had a chance to form she could feel the familiar tickle in her loins beginning. She took a deep breath and let it out as a moan and gripped his back a little tighter. She hadn't noticed him removing his shirt but apparently he had at some point. It seemed he must be good at everything and that made her more confident. He could take care of anything.
A moment later she gripped him tighter and began to gasp. The feeling that was building in her was deeper, thicker, and stronger than anything she had felt before. She felt her legs shake, and Eric most assuredly felt it as well. He began to push harder into her, not just faster and thrust strongly against her sex wildly. Within moments she was crying out with pleasure, and arching her back underneath him.
Eric wasn't a big man, but he had firm, toned muscles that he kept up in a gym during the early hours of the day. His hair was cut rather middle of the road, bordering between rebellious, and respectable and designed to make it between both. Right now it he looked a good deal stronger than he was thanks to the effort with which he fucked his latest beautiful conquest. His own loins throbbed with lust, and pleasure as he observed her body slick with sweat, and roiling beneath him. Her small breasts heaved with the movement of her back, and her cries filled his ears.
He liked it when they got like this. It reminded him who was in charge. He might keep this one around longer on account of how quickly she seemed to acclimate. Sure, she'd be sore in a minute, but he knew plenty that didn't top out until the second, third, or even forth time that he put it to them. This girl wasn't really a keeper, but she'd stay in the bucket longer than most. He'd have a picture taken with this fish before he tossed her back into the sea.
The fox let out a loud gasp and his fur bristled along his back. His climax built to it's height and he thrust into her one last time making her yelp in a mix of pleasure and pain, then moan softly as his thick issue filled her belly with the heat of fresh seed. Eric fell against her heavily, and she lay beneath him panting almost in time with him. Her legs were still shaking against him, and the slightest movement of his hips caused her to gasp slightly, or shudder from an aftershock. After a moment he pulled out of her and wrapped her in his arms.
"Eric?" she said quietly, but brightly, and he replied in kind with a 'yeah', "That was... amazing. It was really, really good." He agreed, told her that she was fantastic, and that no one had ever compared to her before. He told her that he loved her and everything else that she wanted to hear. Finally, she told him that she wished that she could stay like this forever; that the moment would never end and that they could be happy and young like this always. Eric kissed her softly on the cheek and smiled.
"Me too" he said with a manufactured hint of sadness in his tone, "but we've gotta get some sleep. You've got school in the morning."
The next morning Eric woke and waited until Sarah meandered into waking before he sat up. He was still interested in keeping her around so playing the good boyfriend ticket would be important for now. The pair of them showered, enjoyed another quick tryst, had a bite to eat, and got her dressed and ready. She was supposed to have spent the night at a friend's house so he dropped her off at school. He knew she was not far from graduating unless she had lied about her age, but then she would have also lied about a number of other things that she had been rattling on about casually that morning (the part of this that Eric liked the least), and he didn't think that she had it in her to uphold a lie at this point. At least not with him. He knew people; always had known people.
Upon returning to his apartment he relaxed for a bit with some television before heading to the gym for his daily. He didn't put as much into it as he normally did, but rather just kind of slinked through. After about fifteen minutes he decided that he had enough exercise for the morning on that silly little Senior, and that he may as well finish up his routine later in the day. The club was twenty-four hours after all so there was no reason to push himself any further right now. He hadn't actually slept for very long but rather spent most of the night thinking about how he was going to handle his latest little lady. He liked this one quite a bit and figured she would last a little longer. He could probably afford to cut loose one of his other "One and Onlies".
Eric returned to his small apartment and called off work for the day. He rarely used sick days and thanks to his family connections there was little that could be done to oust him regardless of the fact that he had dropped out of college from sheer lackadaisy. College had bored him so he stopped going even though it had been part of the deal for the early kick to middle management for him. With his father best friends with the senior partner of the company he could afford to make little sacrifices. He'd probably never make upper management now, but he could make enough to get by more than easily. Also, he could afford to be free. He was smart enough not to push his limits but he suspected that between the silver tongue in his mouth and the friend of the family at the top of the ladder he'd have to commit murder to lose his job. It would be something he did foolishly. Bad things simply don't happen to people like Eric.
He turned on the television, turned off his phone, and let himself daze off until a particularly loud program woke him. He stood up and inspected himself for odors and found that he was still doing pretty well from his shower earlier. He had the hint of masculinity that comes with a short workout, but that was usually an advantage in his prevalent hobby. He walked naked through the room yawning, and scratching himself until he reached the window, then stretched before opening the blinds. It was later in the day than he had expected, and he was feeling a little restless. Oversleeping usually had one of two effects on the fox: the desire to never wake again, or the desire to wake and get things done RIGHT NOW. He spent a moment observing the lazy sun as it hovered low over the mountain range of buildings, dressed, packed up a fanny, and headed back to the gym.
He spent some time running on a treadmill just to kill energy and found himself feeling strangely invigorated. He smiled at himself in the mirror which was something that he did often, but usually for another reason. He loved to look at himself and marvel in the features that he had been blessed with. It seemed like he was just good at everything and had been since high school. He managed to keep everyone on his side no matter what he did. Even those who were jealous couldn't bring themselves to hate him, and he stayed in the heights of the popular clique even though he maintained a healthy friendship with the out-castes of all stripes. It was seemingly impossible and his teachers used to say that he was due for great things.
The smile faded from his lips and he took a deep breath as he stopped and allowed the tread to carry him backwards to the edge. The fox slowly crossed the floor and stared at him self in the ceiling to ground mirror and took another long, deep breath. What was it that he was looking at? It seemed wrong, like his image was somehow imperfect. The thought bit into him as he bit into his lip. It was his job he realized after a long moment. He was supposed to be the guy who was great, the guy who succeeded at everything. At this rate he would be a nobody middle manager at a small time office when the reunion came along. He took a deep breath and felt a familiar emotion welling up in him: hate. His eyes narrowed as he appraised himself and he clenched his fists so tightly that his claws began to bite into his hands.
After a few minutes he decided that he was going to go back to college qualify for his bar exam. His father and his father's friend had wanted him to work his way into their legal department and he was sure that with his way with people he could be a great at handling cases. Then he would be rich on top of everything else. Maybe he wouldn't have as much time to dally around like he did, but then again if he could fast track his way to partner (and his parents did know people) then he could get out of all but the top cases quickly. That was what he needed to do. He couldn't face himself until he did. He let out a sigh and wondered if it was too late to call any of his paramours. He suddenly felt like breaking something that was beautiful. The doors behind him opened.
Eric looked through the glass at the young man who was walking in. It was obvious by the way that he looked around that he was new here, and didn't really have the confidence of a sculptor. It was obvious by the way the younger fox looked around, and by the shape of his body. He was young, but probably in his early twenties. His hair was long, and black and pulled into a pony tail that followed his slender, under worked frame to the middle of his back. It seemed like he might be just outgrowing the goth clubs, or maybe he was just out of uniform. The long lock on his back was even held in place by a scarlet ribbon. He moved cautiously into one of the locker rooms and returned wearing a jogging suit that betrayed even further what a wimp he was. However, even though he was wimpy, he was cute.
The young man had this frightened church-boy look about him that belied the fact that he was probably a poor talker; not socially developed. He was small muscled, but not scrawny. He had some build but not enough to be cut. There was still some baby fat around the edges. In fact, he reminded Eric of himself when he was fifteen. He even had the same green eyes. Eric smiled and made a small whirring sound quietly to himself. As he did this he imagined a targeting reticle zeroing in on the young man in time with it. Eric's smile worked it's way wider across his face.
He also noticed that his self had been noticed, and by the way that the kid was looking at him, he was a little bit fey. He took a breath and calmed himself from the initial excitement of the hunt and decided that he'd have the new comer by night's end. He moved over to the treadmill that was directly in the younger vulpine's line of vision and started to jog slowly again at a medium pace. While he was at it he kept his eye on the new boy in the mirror so that he could get a better gauge of the work this would take. If he was a little curious he might not get it done. If he was already gay then Eric was going to fuck him. Tonight. His experience was that young girls who hadn't given it up yet were ten times the work as a confused little fag. All they wanted was a little understanding and a gentle push from someone with some experience and they were putty in his hand. Hell, he knew himself. With the right amount of work he could probably fuck the Reverend Pastor Fred Phelps given enough time.
Sure enough the youth was watching his every step. His eyes darted away nervously whenever Eric moved in such a way as to suggest that he would turn around, or look over his shoulder. This was always accompanied by a deep blush and Eric came to the conclusion that he wasn't just looking at what he hoped to attain; he was looking at something the wanted to have. Eric moved over to a bench where he could just keep an eye on the youngster, giving him a nod and one of his famous, inviting smiles as he went. All the insecurities and self doubt that had been plaguing him earlier seemed to fall away and the fox decided that his boy was just what the doctor ordered.
Before long he saw the young man seem to tire, and finally give up working on the elliptical that he was running and headed for the shower room. Eric got up behind him and waited outside until he heard the showers start up. With a devious grin he headed quietly inside. He slipped around to the benches and slipped out of his clothes as silently as he could. He knew this type, and he would probably flee quickly if he wasn't taken by surprise. It wouldn't have surprised Eric if he walked around the partition to find the kid rubbing one due to the way he had been ogled earlier. The thought delighted him.
He walked around the partition and into the shower area proudly nude, and paused to chump himself up a little bit before the younger fox turned around. He walked over near him and began to soap up.
Yeah, he thought to himself, nothing out of place. Good lookin' little guy.
When the water on the shower he had selected came on the youth looked over at Eric, and he thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head. He quickly looked away and muttered a sorry that was almost inaudible due to the water.
"What?" Eric asked jovially, and the young man slowly looked over at him, "I didn't catch that. I'm Eric, by the way. Welcome to the gym." He extended his hand and the young man turned and grabbed it. He shook his hand firmly, but the way someone who is trying to look tougher than he is shakes to make an impression.
"Nice to meet you, Eric" he said, but with an accent that made Eric lift his brows. It came out with this interestingly southern twang to it that didn't really sound hill billy as much as it rang of the true, Suthun gentleman of great expectations. It sounded like a timbered "Nahs t'MEET you, Eric" to the older fox's ears and he smiled a little wider.
"Ah'm new he'e, mais" he continued, and the older fox placed it, "Mah nem's Beauregard." He almost couldn't contain his grin when it dawned on him. A real live Cajun, right here in his little Hoosier gym. Eric couldn't believe his luck.
The fox couldn't help it. His smiled widened and gave more away than he wanted. It was a good thing though because it seemed to make the young man relax more. Beauregard, he thought as he lathered his chest with soap, what a name.
"Beauregard?" he asked politely, "That's an interesting name. You don't hear of many folks with it these days. Your parents must have thought you were special." He smiled, and blushed a little at that and Eric new he was making headway.
"Shoo'" the boy said as he turned his head, "Ain't nuthin' special, mais non. Jez a name, eh? Jez call me Beau. Tha's Beau, not Boy, for sure?" He looked back up at Eric hopefully, and Eric wrangled his delight into a politely amused smile.
"Sure thing, Beau" he said with a wink, "That is a great name. Very handsome. It fits you well." He turned a little and started to wash himself more than talk, and corner-eyed the kid trying to hide a modest blush. After a while he looked over and smiled at him invitingly.
"So" he said, "New to the area, hm? What are you doing all the way up here" he turned more towards the young man to give him a better look at the cooling water that was running down his strong frame and pulling his fur tight against his muscles. He noted that Beau was sitting about half stock and probably working his damnedest to stay there.
"Ah'm goin' t'school" he said shyly, "Only been he'e a few days, huh? I join up dis he'e gym to have some'tin to do." He paused and closed his eyes tightly for a moment, then took a breath. "Ah mean ah joined he'e to have someting to do, non?" He was obviously one of the smart ones but he had grown up somewhere dumb. Eric new the type. He was still learning how to not talk like a bumpkin which was not at all uncommon for anyone moving to the city in this state. He wondered what would have possessed him to attend a school in Indiana, let alone one outside of the capital. Out of Staters rarely migrated to Muscatatuck for college.
"Oh" he said brightly, "Don't have many friends here yet, do you? Well, let me be the first to welcome you, Beauregard..." He trailed out the last word indicating for the younger man to finish.
"De La Croix" he finished for him. Eric had to fight to hold back a laugh but managed to hide it. Beau De La Croix. It was like he had walked out of the pages of some pulp novel and into Eric's life. Tennessee Williams wouldn't have hacked together such a name, even in his Weird Tales days. He grinned and nodded as the young man looked up hopefully and continued.
"You come he'e often, Eric..." He also trailed off and let Eric fill in Trusty before he continued, "Trus'sy? Mais, you right, I don' know too many folks yet. It's nahs t'have a body t'talk to." He smiled sweetly up at Eric who was wondering if this guy was too good to be true. He nodded and turned his shower off.
"Yeah" he said, "I'm here all the time. One look at my dad would tell you this won't keep if I don't keep it." The both of them laughed as Eric indicated his belly and he could feel Beau relaxing more and more.
"I bet you don't know you're way around either. Big money. Would you like to come over to my place for a couple of beers? You can go ahead and talk yourself out. Let the old town go and get accustomed to the new town before you get sick for home." Beau looked up at him and smiled gratefully. Eric could read every line in his face and he knew what he had. The kid was ripe for the picking and there was no fruit tastier than the forbidden kind.
The pair dried, dressed and headed out to Eric's car. All in all he decided that this kid must be one of those swamp people you hear stories about, only he grew too big for the ol' home town. It occurred to him how lucky he was to have met him with such a trusting nature. Sure, lil' Beau was in store to have his wee heart broken, but he live troo dat? Mais oui. Better to meet him than some lunatic. Christ, he thought, the kid was easy pickings.
On the car ride they chatted, Eric in his educated, non-regional dialect and Beau in his charming bayou French. He talked to him about where he was from and he was given plenty of answers. He didn't hate this as much as he had expected. The kid was colorful, like listening to an actor recite a letter from the civil war, but with a genuine accent. As it turned out he had been named after Louisiana born Pierre Gustave Touton Beauregard, fifth General of the Confederacy. In fact his family had lived in the Saint Bernard Parish for over a hundred years. He was Creole, not "Cajun" and pointed out the difference to him. Finally the conversation turned more towards Eric, and the older fox fed him a few lines. A few lines later young Beau quieted down for a moment.
"You a good type" he said with a soft smile, "This town's a far cry St. Bernard, non? Folks feel rude about, and this town, she got somethin' feelin' mahtee strange. Lahk the way the hoodoo ladies dat live way out in the swamp feel. Like somethin' there that shouldn't be."
It just couldn't get any better for the older fox. This was possibly the single most charming thing that he had ever picked up. Unless he soured on him he would definitely pull this one out as long as he could. One of his regulars would truly have to go. Club Eric had just found it's newest VIP.
"It just felt like we had a lot in common." It was all he needed to say. Beau all but swooned and put his hand over Eric's. The older fox pulled the younger against him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder's and Beau stayed there, cuddled against him for the rest of the trip in silence.
Once back at his apartment they sat down to watch TV, and drink a few beers but found themselves rather quickly giving up and kissing passionately. It was fast, almost too fast but Eric was still in complete control. Their lips, their tongues, their bodies meshed and heated and soon their clothes were coming off.
The young man's hand's were cold but that only heightened the sensation of them running over the older fox's firm body. It excited him more. He even found himself thinking how hard it must be for the southerner to adjust to the cooler climate here in the north. He recalled his trips to New Orleans and the image of furs walking around in coats when the temperature dipped to Seventy flashed in his mind. He slowly pulled his young Creole stranger up and guided him to the bed. They sat down on the edge, their legs hanging over and kissed more lovingly once more, and Beau pulled away.
"Ah don' know, Mister Trus'see" he said quietly, "Ah ain't nevah done nuthin' lahk dis before." Eric pulled his face close to his and touched let their noses touch.
"It's ok" he said quietly, but with firm, masculine confidence, "I'll show you. It'll be fine." This seemed to put the young man's mind at a nervous ease and Eric helped him out of his clothes. He knew that with a boy who hadn't been with a man before the trick was fairly easy. Give him something first, and an hour later he'll have been ready to go again five times. Then he'll do anything you ask.
The older fox laid him down on the bed and kissed him deeply as his hands wandered down him. Eric was already fully ready to go but he knew that if he rushed him he'd lose him and he would get nothing tonight. As he leaned closer to him he felt the full length of his manhood bump against the boy's and knew that the junior of them was already quite excited as well. He leaned into him a bit and moved so that their lengths would rub against each other.
Once again his lips moved to a youngster's ear and nibbled lightly as his fingers traced his neck. He felt Beau's chest swell and shrink as his teeth worked their way carefully down his neck. Beah leaned over and experimentally nibbled at Eric's ear. He smiled and drew his tongue firmly along the Cajun's neck.
Beauregard's hands moved from his shoulder's over his back, and began to massage his sides. For the millionth time the fox was as pleased as a preacher when tragedy strikes. Sweet God was pushing another one into his fold after all. He let his finger's move ever slower and enjoyed the chill of the youth's skin under his fur. Eric's hand came to rest on Beau's hip and he felt a throb push the young man's head against his arm.
He began to follow the tried and tested path down the boy's cheek to his neck. He paused at the line of his jaw to lick at him for a moment before kissing his way to the clavicle. Beau was already breathing heavily, and hard as a rock against Eric's leg. He trailed his finger's down the Creole fox's slender body and teased his eager young cock for a moment. When he was happy with that he wrapped his paw around it and began to stroke him slowly. He was rewarded by Beau's hands aimlessly massaging his sides and it amused him a bit. This kid was a virgin after all. Even still he felt the boy's hand migrate to his own length a moment later.
Eric's mouth began to work it's way down Beau's chest, and stomach but much differently than he had the night before. You don't handle a man the same way you handle a woman but the fox knew every trick in the book. He could feel the budding muscles under the fur in the youth's belly and knew that when he finally grew into his frame (he was beginning to question his prior guess of early twenties) he would have a fine figure. He knew he was at least nineteen since he had transferred from a New Orleans school so he figured he must be a late bloomer.
Finally he found his way to Beau's legs, and kissed a line down the center of his pubis. He worked around his throbbing masculinity and lifted the youngster's sack with his nose to give his tail-hole the tiniest lick. From there he took one ball after the other carefully into his mouth a rolled it sensually with his tongue. The stud of his tongue bar worked it's way to the base of the little fox's cock as he stroked the length of his member. He wanted to begin stretching his supple pucker but he decided against it. Not just yet. The kid seemed like he was about to blow from what he had done for him already.
Instead Eric put his tongue ring against the base of Beau's cock and slowly pushed it to the tip. Beau moaned happily and gripped the sheets as Eric licked the moistening tip of his member and then plunged it into his mouth. He began aggressively, rolling his lips up and down the length and taking him deep into his throat. His tongue stud remained firmly against the bulge on the underside that marked Beau's urethra, and his hand held the young man's skin down. He had not been circumcised and Eric wanted his tip to feel everything.
The older fox knew what to do as many men do instinctively, but more than that he had learned plenty of tricks and he put them to town on Beau. Even though his cock was already pulsing greedily in Eric's mouth he held out for longer, and longer. He was beginning to think he had been taken and would have to put some work into overdrive. Eric had never let a man in through the out door and neither had this young man. He wondered if this was as far as he had ever given up himself or if he was just long lasting.
After some effort Eric opted to tease that tender opening and see where it took him. He rubbed his thumb in a circle around the boy's perfect star fruit and gave it some pressure. This seemed to arouse him further sexually, but it aroused no dilemma so Eric pushed it a little further. He worked himself into Beau to the second knuckle. Finally Beau gasped out "Yes! Oh, mah petite, good!" and filled Eric's mouth with a thick load of cum.
Eric continued to suckle him until it was done and swallowed it as it came, but something felt wrong. Beau felt cold, and it didn't taste right. He hoped quietly that it was the diet that the young southerner was used to.
Eric smiled up at him and found Beau smiling back down, but the innocence that he had displayed was gone and a hard edged sharpness showed through his eyes. It made a chill run through the older fox and he felt like things might be out of control for the first time in years.
"Alright, my love" he said seductively, determined to regain control of the situation even if it meant forcing himself on Beau right now, "Now that I've tasted you, what'll you give me-"
Eric's last word cut off as he saw something falling from his chin. It was too thin to be cum, and he knew he wasn't drooling. He looked down and saw a spot of bright crimson looking back at him from the soft bed of white fur on the younger fox's belly. His eyes widened and he sat up slapping his fingers against his chin, and drew them back slick with sanguine scarlet.
"Oh god..." Eric said and paused as his stomach revolted, "OH GOD!" He turned and began to vomit against the wall. Most of what came out was bright red and smelled sickly like copper.
"Oh God!" he choked out between heaves, over Beau's laughing, "What? What did you do to me!? What do you have!?" Beau just laughed and sat up on his knees.
"Relax, mah sweet" he said in a very masculine, and confident voice, "Don' you worry that. I ain't sick. Mais non, ah don' remembah the lazz tahm ah waz sick." he smiled slipped himself over Eric's lap.
The older fox screamed "NO!" and tried to push him off the bed but his eyes went wide when the boy caught his arms and held them firmly. Somehow Beau's little muscles held his so tightly that he could feel the bones in his arms grate against each other.
"Let me go! Get out! GET OUT!"
He fell quiet when Beau moved. It was truly the subtlest of turns but it forced Eric to the bed with such power that he almost lost his lungs. He stared up in astonishment as the younger fur stared back. He didn't look as much like a young man anymore. His face seemed sharper, more alert, and his eyes were hard, and clear. He was smiling down at him with a perfect reproduction of that inviting, vulpine smile that he employed so often.
"Mais" Beau said firmly, "We gon' have stop dat, I tink. Calm down, 'tit peekôn." Eric stared up at him with wide, fearful eyes. He tried to pull free of Beau's grasp but he could feel his skin tearing in the younger fox's grip.
"No!" he said in a tone of hushed exasperation, "This... This isn't how it works! I'm... I'm in control! This isn't how it works!" He could feel his member retreating inside of his pelvis in terror as his own hot urine leaked over his shrinking testicles. A fear more true and primordial than anything he had felt since his imaginative child hood gripped his as tightly as the horrible little fox that loomed above him..
"Mais oui" Beau said, "Ah know. Dis ain't how it spose' to work, but dis how it worked out, peekôn. See ah don' lahk you much. You remahnd me of a man I use' know, way back. Way back when momma nem me afta Pierre, an' say he gon' win tha war f'us. The man jus' lahk you who get what he want, when he want, and don' care who he hurt to get it. Hell, you look jez lahk him fo' he drink hisself fat leadin' the war o' northern aggression." Beau's lips turned back over his teeth and Eric's eyes widened until he thought though would pop out of his head. He tried to scream but instead found himself laughing a hollow, hideous laugh as he looked at the 'young' man's fangs.
"It's ok, peekôn" he said in a deep, vicious tone, "this IS how dis work." Moonlight streamed a silvery river through the dark room and a cool movement of air fluttered his thin curtains. The soft, opalescent rays of the Earth's trusted satellite danced dismally across Beau's now hardened, predatory features. Eric's throat went totally dry as a scream tried to well up through the knot in it, and his heart pounded such that he thought it might burst out of his chest. This seemed to arouse Beau as sure as the careful movement of the older fox's tongue.
" You tasted me, now it's only fair that I taste you."
Eric felt his throat tear open and tried to let that captive scream go but nothing seemed to happen at all. Pain wracked his body as he felt his strong vitality draining quickly into Beau's throat. All he could think to himself was a soft, cooing shush...
"It's ok, baby. It'll pass. It only hurts for a minute."