FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

All For You

"Nico... you're so hard."

Cayes giggled, making a big show of upturning the bottle of lube over the stiff shaft exposed before her. The sea turtle ran her tongue around the edge of her beaked maw lustily as she watched the glistening, slippery substance drool down across that rigid length, ensuring it was dripping liberally before returning the bottle to the bedside cabinet and rendering both her hands free once more. She shivered slightly, though not because she was cold. True, the air conditioning was cranked up to full power and in her skimpy, practically see through spaghetti-strapped top and deliciously short black skirt there wasn't much fabric to keep her warm, but she had far better reasons to be shuddering than temperature. Anticipation, for example, to name but one.

"I've been looking forward to tonight all day. Okay, all week, if I'm honest. I love taking control and using that power to show how much I care for you, I love making you squirm and cry out with desire over and over again. I love to see your face when you realise that final moment of relief just isn't going to happen, and I love it even more when you don't think it's coming, and it does. But... hot and horny as it makes me to see you at my mercy, Nico, there are times when all I want to do is give myself to you. To let you ride me. Rule me in any way you see fit. There are nights when I want everything I have to give to be yours. All of it. All for you. T-tonight is one of those nights. And it's going to be long... and it's going to be hot, and it's going to be exhausting. But I know you'll do me proud."

Trembling fingertips reached out and touched the lubricated tip of the hot red shaft pointing up towards Cayes' beaming, blushing face, even as the digits of her other hand slid between her legs, rubbing at the tight cotton fabric of her white panties against the against the already stiffened, swollen nub of her clitoris. The sea turtle tossed her head, fiery red hair flowing wildly as she let slip a happy moan, and a muffled murmur of pleasure answered her.

"Oh, baby... I'm sorry, am I teasing you?"

Cayes rose up on her knees slightly, leaning forward and extending the lubricated tips of her fingers which just seconds before had been fondling the firm red length that she was so eager to enjoy. She planted them gently upon the firm, red rubber of the ball-gag that sat proudly upon the face of the figure resting on the bed before her, and gently rubbed it in until the gag was glistening, as though hungry and drooling with saliva.

"Mmm... I guess I just can't help myself. Old habits die hard. But don't worry, Nico. You'll be inside me soon enough, and when you are I promise there'll be no holding back. Not for either one of us."

Still giggling playfully, Cayes glanced down at the flawlessly erect cock before her, then briefly, just for a moment, over her shoulder, eyes drifting across the rest of the bedroom and its contents before turning back to that swollen shaft with renewed fire in her eyes.

"A-are you ready, Nico? Are you ready for me?"

Another desperate groan echoed around the room as Cayes addressed her lover tenderly, the sea turtle's hands falling to her hips, reaching beneath her oh so short skirt and beginning to peel away the thin, already a little damp fabric of her underwear. She shuddered as her bare pussy was exposed to the cool bedroom air, and squirmed happily while she freed herself from her panties one leg at a time, toes curling as she felt her lower body bared and liberated at last of all intimate constraints. Swiftly, hungrily, she began to shuffle forward, eyes fixed upon the figure lying before her upon the bed. Those wide, bright blue eyes. The blush frozen upon his cheeks. The curled mass of tendrils, helpless and immobile even as they erupted from the feline figure's back. That glistening ball-gag. That rigid cock. It was all so sexy... and it was all hers. Just as she, now, was all his.

"Ohhh... f-fuck..."

Cayes closed her eyes, freezing and sighing in lewd delight as she grasped that rigid length in her fingers and guided its tip to her aching pussy, dragging the slippery, pointed apex of the shaft back and forth a few times across her sensitive clit. She only allowed that teasing to persist for a few seconds though, determined to live up to her promise about not holding back, and hurriedly bringing the tip of that delectable member to bear against her swollen outer lips. Her hips wiggled playfully, her upper body tensing in excitement and longing, and the turtle let loose a fevered grunt of ecstasy as she began to let her legs muscles relax, sinking down... down... down onto the thick, slick cock waiting patiently beneath her.

Squirming, shuddering and fighting back progressively more urgent cries of pleasure, Cayes worked herself giddily down onto that deliciously firm cock. It was thick... god it was thick, all the way from base to tip, spreading her open and causing her hot pussy to clutch and squeeze around it with such hunger, such force and lust. By the time it was entirely within her, Cayes finally allowing herself a joyous moan as she settled down and wiggled her hips, relishing the sensation of the cock hilted inside, she barely felt as though she needed to move at all. Just letting herself sit there and feel that shaft inside her, so hard and slippery and utterly without purpose beyond making her feel good, made the turtle quiver and clamp down upon its rigid length. If given long enough, her body would work itself to orgasm without a single thrust or buck or bounce from either one of them, and it would feel incredible.

But at the same time, Cayes knew that she couldn't bring herself to do that. She had spent all day building this night up to her lover, and all week building it up in her own mind. Every night this week she had demanded more and more from Nicoya, purely because of how horny she was just thinking about all the naughtiness she had planned for her and her dear kitty. Naughtiness which would not come to pass if she spent even an hour just letting herself slowly writhe and throb her way to climax, rather than pushing hard and driving herself to the brink in a matter of minutes. Besides, the latter would be a far more effective way of showing Nicoya just what he was in store for tonight. Full on, rampant lust right from the start, and all for him.

With that in mind, Cayes began to ride the cock buried deep inside her without any further delay. She shivered happily as her leg muscles pushed her up, holding her companion by the hips with both hands to ensure that the thick shaft she was enjoying so much did not follow her up as she pulled away. A deep, desperate grunt of arousal escaped her beak as the turtle sank back down upon the shaft again just moments later, and so began a rapid, feverish cycle of ever more intense pleasure. Up she rose, down she fell, gasping and crying out in quick succession as she worked her body faster, soon bucking and bouncing with such force and passion that she could hear gurgles of manic desire escaping her desperate lover's gagged, helpless maw.

"Y-yours, Nico! I'm yours... o-ohh fuck yes, take me Nico! T-take me harder!"

Crying out in fevered euphoria, Cayes bounced and humped at the delicious thick cock buried within her, eyes rolling back into her head and hands shamelessly lifting from the body beneath her to attend ever more fiercely to her own needs. With one trembling hand she spread her already swollen lips wide open, pushing herself ever faster and harder down onto that rigid length of dripping, glistening manhood. With the other, she hungrily fumbled at her aching clitoris, rubbing herself greedily with her fingertips and in doing so causing herself to thrash, squirm and shriek violently astride that hot, red shaft.

"I'm... oh N-Nico, I'm gonna... y-you're gonna make me... c-cum. It's you, Nico... oh baby, m-my sweet kitten, it's all you!"

Every frantic, savage word to escape Cayes lips was the absolute truth, for as she rode her way towards pure orgasmic rapture every thought in her mind, every breath and every moan upon the cusp of her break was of Nicoya, and for Nicoya. She thrashed, she moaned, she cried out with her body clutching tight around that thick, red hard-on, and with her lover's pleading, hungry whines and whimpers ringing in her ears, the turtle flung herself into the burning, boiling embrace of her climax.

"Nico! N-Nico!!"

Cayes shrieked happily as a flood of her juices gushed from deep within her, her cheeks flushing crimson at the uncontrollably intense sensation as she squirted from around the tight, clutching confines of her pussy and that unyielding shaft. Her cries built and built in intensity until finally her voice cracked, a ragged, helpless scream of pleasure erupting from deep in her throat. She hung there, quivering and wailing and throbbing with the fingers of one hand still busy at work stimulating her now achingly sensitive clit, for almost ten seconds, back arched and hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of molten lava. Only then did she begin to quake, to tremble and gasp as though only now was her fading climax beginning to sap her seemingly abundant energy. Yet still she kept working that unyielding erection to the very last possible moment, until her body sagged, toppled forwards, and with a fatigued murmur of delight she lazily planted her beak against the soft, fluffy coat of the form lying beneath her, gently kissing between those wide, blue eyes.

"Mmh... oh, oh Nico, that was wonderful."

The turtle giggled softly as she squirmed, fighting back a sharp gasp of intense stimulation as her now achingly sensitive depths continued to clutch and squeeze around the shaft buried deep within.

"A-and you're still so hard... so needy. You want me to give you more."

Again she pecked fondly at the wide eyed face beneath her, this time nipping the tip of the soft, fluffy figure's nose. Cayes could feel herself pulsing, her already well worked pussy clamping gently down around the slick red length of manhood inside her with each thunderous pounding beat of her heart. She truly felt as though she could go all night. Spend every moment from now until dawn riding this unceasing hard-on, pushing herself over the edge again and again and again... giving herself to Nicoya in totality. Surrendering not only her body, but her very sanity as orgasm after orgasm would strip away all but the most primal, lewd and lustful thoughts.

And yet... Cayes knew that she couldn't do that, not in good conscience.

She had made a promise to her lover. To her man. To her pet. She had promised Nicoya that not only would everything she did tonight be for his benefit... to excite and please him, but that by the time the night was over, he would be as spent and satisfied as her.

Thus, she couldn't just keep riding this thick red length of manhood all night long, no matter how good it felt or how loudly it made Nicoya gurgle and howl through his gag. Because like it or not, the simple truth was that no matter how many times it made her cum... Cayes would never be able to make her dear feline companion climax, regardless of how tight she squeezed or how liberally she gushed, by fucking that shaft alone.

One last time Cayes glanced tenderly down into the wide blue eyes staring fixed and frozen back up at her. She reached down, murmuring softly, and caressed the silent, motionless figure on one smooth, blushing cheek. Then, with a deep and lustful grunt, she pulled herself up and off the rigid length of the slick red shaft, her own cheeks flushing as she felt hot, wet droplets falling from her suddenly empty, clutching pussy down onto the bare skin of her lower legs. The turtle shuffled her way away from that rampant pinnacle of manhood, to the edge of the bed, and shakily slid off the edge, rising to her feet.

For one final moment she looked down at that adorable figure lying upon the bed. The perfect, stuffed, plushie replica of her lover. Her Nicoya. She admired its craftsmanship. The subtle detailing like the blushing upon its cheeks, the curliness of its tentacles, the ball gag resting beneath wide, soulful glass bead eyes, and of course... the hard, thick strap-on secured around the plush toy's waist. Then she turned, away from the toy and the bed upon which it lay, and towards one corner of the bedroom. The nearest corner, from which the bed was clearly and plainly visible.

Her eyes fell upon the trembling, wide eyed male lying in that corner of the room. Hands bound behind his back. Feet bound at the ankles. Torso strait-jacketed to hold back not just his arms, but his myriad tentacles too. An identical, bright red ball-gag stuffed into his gaping, drooling maw, and his crotch bare... unbound and free from chastity, a glistening pink shaft far harder and longer than the toy that had replaced him thus far tonight. An erection that had not known release all week in preparation for tonight, and which now stood twitching and dripping, a veritable puddle of pre-cum resting beneath the feline male's crotch, as it begged for the satisfaction it had been promised.

"All for you, Nico..."

Cayes hungry eyes finally met with her lover's own. His real, live, wide and pleading gaze. She heard him gurgle desperately through his gag once more, and watched as yet more droplets of feverishly horny drool dribbled out from around the ball-gag, dripping out onto the fabric of Nicoya's leather belt bound strait-jacket.

"All of this, all of me... yours."

She stepped closer and closer to the trembling male's body as she spoke, casting her hands down the length of her body with a flourish to demonstrate all that she had to offer the purple furred, bondage clad cat.

"And all you have to do, is ask. All you have to do is tell me what you want... and I'll give it to you."

Nicoya whimpered desperately, eyes falling downward, clearly gesturing towards the ball gag stuffed into his maw. He whined and grunted and mumbled helplessly, wiggling and struggling mindlessly within his bonds. It wasn't fair! He didn't know why that fact surprised him, but it just wasn't fair. To be promised freedom... to be told that whatever he asked for, he could do, only to realise that without the capacity for speech, he could achieve none of it. Not a fraction of the freedom he craved, though by Cayes own rules... she was still giving him every opportunity to express himself.

For almost thirty seconds Cayes stood and watched as the feline male struggled and fought to free himself from his gag, to speak a single recognisable word that could grant him some further measure of freedom or relief. Then, with a warm, tender giggle, the turtle dropped down to her knees once again and shuffled forwards across the bedroom carpet, closing the remaining short distance between herself and Nicoya. She placed her hand upon his face, causing the male to freeze in the midst of another bout of mournful thrashing and groaning, and stroked his cheeks tenderly.

"Silly boy... do you really think I'd set you free? An entire night where at a single word from you, I could be the one in bondage... the one tormented and denied. I'm a woman of my word, and if I set you free and gave you the choice of what to do, I'd live by my word. You could do anything, and you could make me do anything. And I'd do it, because I gave my word that tonight is all for you. So... do you really think I'd take that chance? Let you speak, and let you wish your heart desire, consequences be damned?"

Her fingers fell a little lower upon the male's face, to the straps of the ball-gag which were all that stood between the cat and his freedom. She caressed them gently, before slipping her fingers into the clasps of the gag, and squeezing firmly.

The ball-gag came loose immediately, and just a few moments later as Nicoya pushed against it with his tongue, the fat red ball of rubber fell away from his muzzle entirely.

He whimpered softly, overwhelmed as Cayes' bright eyes twinkled playfully, lovingly into his own. He closed his muzzle, swallowed softly, and opened it again to speak.

"Kiss me..."

Cayes laughed, a warm, wonderful sound. She nodded fondly, and without any hesitation leaned forward to not only kiss Nicoya upon his muzzle, but kiss him so long and so deep that it brought tears to her eyes.

Their kiss lingered over not just one long smooch, but many, back to back, one after the other and without any diminishing of passion or desire. They relished every little smack and gasp, longed for every electric moment at which their tongues would meet and tease around one another, indeed there wasn't a thing about kissing their partner that the two lovers did not cherish to the extreme.

By the time their faces parted from one another once again, both cat and turtle were breathless, blushing, and grinning from ear to ear. Nicoya looked so happy he seemed ready to explode at any moment, which in certain respects wasn't far from the truth, and his already abundant joy practically overflowed when before he could even ask Cayes to free him from all his restraints... he felt her soft hands upon his ankles, already starting to tease open the knotted ropes that bound his legs tightly together.

Soon, Nicoya was free. More free than he had been with Cayes in their bedroom for quite some time. Hand free. Legs free. Writhing, lustful tendrils free. Lips free. Throbbing cock free.

Free to do as he wished.

To take whatever he desired.

Free to look deep into Cayes' eyes, reach out and grab her firmly by the hips, and drag her into his arms... not to kiss. Not to ravage. Just to embrace. To cuddle.

To love. Freely and openly, without restraint.

"I love you..."

Nicoya's voice was trembling, and even as he whispered into Cayes' ear, the turtle could feel the warm moisture of his tears falling down onto her shoulder.

"I love you so f-fucking much. Thank you for... f-for everything. For making all my silliest, n-naughtiest fantasies come true. For letting me be me, a-and wanting me for who I am, n-not what the world expects a man like me t-to be..."

Cayes didn't know what to say. She had always known this of course, for as much as she and Nicoya were mistress and pet... they never held back their true feelings from one another. Such a trust based relationship as this could never survive without an honest and open exchange of emotions. But to hear those words spoken now, at a time when they were, in essence, equals... made so by Cayes own promise that tonight was for Nicoya, and that all his desires would be indulged to the very best of her ability, it made their impact all the more meaningful. He could have done anything to her. Tormented her. Paid her back for all the pleasure that she had denied him over the last week. Heck, Cayes suspected that was very much what a part of her subconscious mind had hoped for. But instead... he had chosen to spend his first moments of freedom letting his heart sing out.

Tenderly, the turtle caressed her lover's long, beautiful hair. She kissed him gently upon the nose and the forehead and the cheeks as he trembled and clung to her, and she enjoyed the constant, horny throbbing of his cock against her left thigh, drooling and dripping down her smooth skin in a constant reminder of the fact that no matter how emotional Nicoya may have been at that moment in time, he still craved Cayes' body every bit as much as he wished to express himself emotionally.

Soon, the two lovers' silent embrace began to grow more intimate and sexual. They clung to one another steadily tighter and tighter, not speaking, but kissing once again. Cayes moaned and shuddered happily as she felt slippery tentacles clutching at her arms, holding them in place where they already rested more than contentedly around Nicoya's lean torso. The cat's own hands were wandering intimately, currently gently grasping and caressing the plump cheeks of Cayes' rump. Holding them, squeezing, relishing the warmth and tenderness of that intimate flesh that Nicoya so rarely got to explore on his terms.

No words passed between them as they slowly began to move. Shuffling, almost slow-dancing their way towards the bed with their bodies still entwined in arms and tendrils and deep but gentle smooches. Nicoya didn't need to speak in order to tell Cayes what he wanted. His longings made themselves perfectly clear, drooling and twitching hungrily with every small, intimate step they took.

At the last moment, just as they were about to collapse down upon the bed, the two lovers pivoted. They turned so that rather than Cayes falling to the bed with her lover astride her, Nicoya was able to lower himself down upon the edge of the bed. Sitting rather than lying, still with his hands upon the beautiful rump of his lover, gazing up at her beautiful body... dressed as ever in that amazingly seductive spaghetti strapped top and that absolute nothing of a skirt.

"S-sit..."

That one word, not meant as a command, but sounding a little like one that you would give to a pet puppy-dog nonetheless, made both Nicoya and Cayes' cheeks flare violently. They blushed, and both giggled happily at the knowledge that their minds had gone to the same wonderfully dirty place with that simple remark. It wasn't long however before those giggles and smirks faded, and intense, almost solemn desire overwhelmed them once again.

Nicoya groaned happily as he felt Cayes' knees come to rest upon the bed either side of him, and leaned back slightly, removing one arm from her gorgeous body to support himself, so that she had a larger area of his crotch to straddle. His remaining free hand teased its way tenderly up the length of Cayes' spine, dragging the fabric of her top up with it. She raised her arms, and moaned happily as he peeled her clothing away with ease. He cast aside that delicate garment with a flick of his wrist, and returned his hand to the hallowed flesh of Cayes' body, cupping her face in his palm intimately.

"W-we know... we both know, I won't last. Not the first time, probably not the second either."

His cheeks flushed, but not wish shame. With joy, and pride. Cayes own face burned brightly too as the cat continued to purr happily up at her.

"Being inside you, n-not having to hold back... it'll be too much. You've always been too much for me to handle, Cayes. You push me further than anyone ever has, a-and you're the only one I could ever trust to have so much power, but never o-once make me regret giving it to you."

For a second or two, Nicoya fell silent once more. Then his eyes widened, and he grunted happily, moaning in delight even as Cayes' already burning cheeks began to glow ever brighter. What the feline male had felt was unmistakable. Something warm and wet, dripping down onto his straining, aching cock from above... from the needy, clutching pussy hovering mere inches over it.

The cat purred happily, and nodded to his beloved mistress.

"We both need this, d-don't we?"

Cayes shuddered, nodding hurriedly and shamelessly in return. It was all she could do not to throw herself down and impale herself upon the male's raging erection right then and there. But she waited. She had to wait for him to ask. Because tonight wasn't about what she wanted, even though the turtle was utterly convinced that Nicoya was going to satisfy her every slightest whim. It was all about her feline pet. It was all for him.

Nicoya licked his lips, and a happy, overwhelmed moan of anticipation escaped his open, panting maw.

"Mistress... please. Take me inside you. Wrap me up warm and safe inside y-your body, and make me... o-ohh... make me..."

The turtle couldn't resist, seeing her lover in such a mindless, helpless state of desire as this. She knew she shouldn't have, she knew that teasing him went against the general spirit of tonight's agenda, but it wasn't like she was physically stopping him. Just a few playful words, and a devilish grin.

"Make you what, Nico? Cum? Do you wanna cum?"

To Cayes surprise though, Nicoya shook his head. He whimpered softly, and fought to find the words he needed to express himself even through his lust.

"I w-want... I want you to make me... yours."

The cat's words struck Cayes like a bolt of lightning to the heart. She had given Nicoya his freedom for tonight, a total amnesty for anything he said or did to her. Absolute equality in their relationship so that everything she did could be, for just one night, for his pleasure. For his benefit.

And what did he ask for?

What did her beloved pet want in all the world at the moment when he could quite honestly have asked for anything?

Not relief.

Not release.

Not a chance to relax and unwind and be himself. To simply be free.

He wanted to be hers again.

Confirmation... affirmation, that even now, when he was free, he wasn't really.

"Oh Nico... m-my sweet, beautiful kitten. You are always mine."

Cayes murmured those tender words as she felt her eyes welling up, and sniffled happily as she shook her head, blinking away those tears before they could begin to fall. She giggled, and put on a slightly more firm, domineering voice.

"N-now shut up, you silly sap... and cum for your mistress."

She pressed herself down upon Nicoya's throbbing, straining cock without another moment's hesitation. Throwing her head back, Cayes wailed happily as her still sensitive pussy burned with the ecstasy of being filled by the man she loved. She could feel him twitching and jerking deep within her. So alive. So hot. And she could hear him... gasping, grunting, suddenly overwhelmed by the mind-bending realisation that there was nothing he could do to hold himself back any longer. That after a week of waiting, the moment he had been doubtlessly dreaming of was finally upon him.

He was buried deep inside Cayes' clutching pussy, and for once, there was absolutely nothing to hold him back.

Nicoya yowled happily, and as Cayes wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him in close to her heaving breasts, she felt hot streaks of his cum finally lashing out against her trembling innermost depths.

The turtle closed her eyes, and moaned happily.

This... all of this, and so much more, was what awaited Nicoya for the whole night to come. All of it for him, and him alone.

And yet mistress or not, dominant or not, Cayes was going to love absolutely every second of it right alongside him.

By Jeeves