End of the week for the geeks
Author's comments: What happens if you have one darkness-depressed author and a MUCK with none of his friends around? You get one bored, depressed guy who wants to write more of these "fictional TinySex logs". Anyway, this one had other motivations too: firstly, I wanted to write, as a counterpoint to all of these long ramblings I write, a really short yiff story, exactly one page (well, I cheated, used 11 pt instead of 12pt font =) and secondly, people had been begging for me to write more stories based on the characters in my previous "Geeks" stories. This one will undoubtedly be a slight disappointment if you expect it to be quality of the previous stories - just because there's no plot at all. Just hoping it stands alone as an erotic "snapshot". If you don't like it, just pretend it's non-canonical. =)
Fouwrey's eyes popped open as Noere took a few testing licks of her mate's sheath, giggling happily. He let out a quiet gasp as he was zapped momentarily a little more awake, his member hardening quite a deal in a single instant. His fogginess was quickly driven away as Noere slipped kneeling between his legs, and took his length in her mouth, giving it careful, dreamy and gentle licks.
The Lagradain residence's lovely bedroom had a nice, big bed, on which Fouwrey and Noere frequently spent time on. This time, the wolf and fox had not met each other for the whole week: Noere had spent a week giving a lecture series in Boarshead Institute of Technology, and Fouw had just returned from a computer science conference where he had been invited to speak on this statistical analysis software his friend Solomon was working on. Noere's eyes were strained, there had been too much paper in small letters. Fouwrey was confused; his mathematical groundwork was peer-reviewed, published, and filed in a dusty library long since, and Sol's software was a masterpiece in software engineering, yet the computer had crashed once during the demonstration, the network connection lagged seriously on the second try, and then the projector died.
"Oh my goodness again", Fouw said, holding her head. The vixen still giggled as her head gently bobbed in his gentle hold, the licks now more serious and determined. "Let me bounce you, seriii-ooh-aah-seriously. You're such a bouncy fox", Fouw said.
But otherwise, for both, it had been an interesting week. They had both returned home only a hour ago, had exchanged a lot of funny stories from their journeys, and now, they were again enjoying each other's company.
Noere quit licking his lovely wolf and said, "Mm, bouncing sounds just fine". She giggled some more as Fouw took her into a deep embrace, took her up and gently lowered her on her back to the bed.
Fouw smiled as he eyed the vixen lying on her back on the bed. He swiftly went on his knees between the vixen's legs, and took a good hold of the vixen's hips. "Look, Noere, I just can't help myself, I have to go completely wild", he said with a smile. "Mmm yess!", Noere sighed cheerily, as she felt Fouw's member find their way to her and go in a bit. Fouw, on the other hand, just groaned softly as he felt his large wolfhood slide, slowly at first, into the tight vixen. Noere stretched back, and Fouw let out a little bit more enthusiastic groan after his tip was in her. Noere's body tingled in excitement, and her jaw dropped wide open as the wolf quickly slid the rest of the way, more easily, into the slippery depths. "Go wild all you waaaa-aaant," Noere gasped.
Fouwrey smiled and took a better grip of his mate's loins, and let himself loose with passion, whimpering in joy with each thrust. Noere thought Fouw was clearly doing things far faster than usual, but did not actually mind at all. She tried to relax, slightly moving dreamily to the wolf's rhythm, happy that at least after the tiring day at work she didn't really have to bother with too many details. Her mind did not quite follow her instincts, as when she started to think again after only a moment, she found out she was thrashing back and forth in the wolf's gentle grip to the rhythm of their union.
In no time at all, Fouw was at the height of his joy, in heavenly spheres that can only be reached when a wolf repeatedly, fast, pushes himself completely in the vixen's sweet hole. Noere yipped loudly each time the wolf reached her deep end, moving in rhythm to get most out of their joining, enjoying his mate's attention and the feeling of that wonderful heavy sac of his gently slapping on her rump. The wolf let out a small satisfied groan with every thrust, lingering in the deep end each time he got there.
Fouw couldn't contain himself, and in his mind, had to push excess romanticism and the need for controlled enjoyment aside. He felt he had been enthralled by Noere once again, and just felt very happy to be here with her right now. He adored the sight before him, seeing his member disappear again and again in her completely, and seeing Noere enjoy it, seeing her thrashing back and forth, clawing the bed, those beautiful breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sight just inspired him to pleasure her more and more, and then the vixen went completely crazy, shrieking in joy, trembling and shivering, arcing, and definitely costing them another set of bedsheets. Noere's ecstasy sparked Fouwrey's, and he came in her at the exact same time, releasing the first jet of his thick hot cum deep in her, and, not slowing his pace, immediately withdrew from her, the rest of his cum landing in neat line across Noere's chest and stomach. "Whew", Fouw said. "You're so wonderful, Noere. Was that fun, or what?"
"That was fun all right", Noere said, touching the gems of cum between her breasts. "I love you and your cum."
"And I love you." Fouw settled to lie on Noere's side, took her to his embrace, and finally turned on the television's Science Channel. The two canids enjoyed together the perfect end for a hard week.