Explosive Love
#1 of Adult
This was created at the request of a friend. Please let me know your thoughts on it. It is my first adult-themed bit
Wind whipping through his fur, cars and pedestrians passing by in brief blurs as he rocketed down the street, this is what Thomas lived for. Speed, action, adrenaline - the ultimate thrills a short life has to offer. The roar of his engine drowns out everything around him, the blaring horns, the shouts of frightened people, and ... almost ... all of the sirens following him.
Thomas grinned and checked his mirror again. Yep. They sure were persistent. He shrugs and turns the mirror towards himself, checking his perfectly groomed striped white fur, well, it WAS perfectly groomed. He chuckles to himself thinking it looks so much better with a 150 MPH wind blowing through it. Gazing at his reflecting, he sees the fox he met at his favorite biker bar, clutching him tightly. "Oh yeah" he remembered, thinking he should probably let the cute fox off soon before the cops started to get aggressive. As he started going through a list of places he could safely stow the fox while the heat died down, he noticed the fox mouthing the word 'faster' and grip tighter.
Grinning bigger, he hunkered down, pushing back against the fox, grinding his firm, muscular ass against the fox's sheath, feeling him push back and bury his face in his fur. As he twisted the throttle, the engines reached a deafening roar and the bike lurched forward even faster, pushing him further against the fox behind him. Between the adrenaline rushing through his veins and the growing bulge pressing against rump, he felt giddy and alive. Nothing could stop him now.
He grips the sides of the bike's engine with his thick, muscular thighs, flexing his ass around the fox's growing sheath, feeling slick pre oozing onto his silky white fur. The fox, taking his lead, digs his fingers into the tiger's thick fur and digs his slickened tip into the tight ring guarded by the tiger's muscular ass, grinding and prodding, but unable to get further due to air pressure pushing him back. Whimpering in frustration, the fox nips the tiger's ear lightly to get his attention.
Thomas yelps at the sudden pain invading his euphoria. Seeing the fox's problem, he winks into the mirror and taps his front brake, tipping the bike up into a wheelstand and forcing the fox to suddenly jerk forward, the surge just enough to press inward past his tight ring. Gasping, he twists the throttle open and slams the bike down, causing him to jolt backwards onto the fox, hilting the fox's swollen rod in one swift motion. Feeling the fox's thick shaft deep in him made him even harder than riding through police blockades at 200 MPH.
His pulse raced and everything seemed to be running in slow motion around him; the deep thrum of the engine caused the fox's cock, buried deep within him, to pulse and vibrate in time as he squeezed and flexed his inner walls around the trapped fox. The fox gasped and plunged in harder, thrusting his hips forward as the tiger ground back against him - the tiger down a vibrating, fleshy cocksheath squeezing around him and milking his cock. He holds on for dear life as Thomas rides impales himself over and over on his quivering dick as his knot begins to form.
Thomas starts to lose himself in his ecstasy, finding it harder and harder to push back onto the fox, each time his tailhole being stretched further and further, sending waves of pleasure running up his spine. With each wave of pleasure, his own dick twitched, rubbing against the smooth tank of his bike and feeling the engine's vibration travel up through his balls. Stretch. Twitch. Pulse. Shudder. Stretch, twitch, pulse, shudder. Faster and faster each time he thrusts backward and the fox thrusts forwards.
He closes his eyes and loses himself in his pleasure, the fox's knot finally fully engorged and, with one final grunt, lodges it in him. The fox shudders and spasms, biting down on tiger's neck. Hot, thick ropes of cum splash his insides. The sudden pain and sensation send Thomas over the final edge of his pleasure. His eyes burst open as he roars at the top of his lungs a second before the bike impacts the toppled gas truck. Time slows to a crawl as the bike explodes. Small sparks of electricity and heat emanate from the point where the fox and tiger are joined, radiating outwards as it picks up momentum. Pain and pleasure joining as one as atom upon atom are separated in bursts of energy; the screams of release of the fox and tiger drifting through the night on a shockwave of plasma and fire.
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Smoke, thick and sulfurous fills the alley by the biker bar. As the tiger steps forth, donning his shades, he looks towards the horizon as a fireball lights up the night sky. He looks at one of the patrons emerging and tips his glasses, winking "You like a fast ride, don't you?"