Don't Neglect The Bitch
Don't Neglect The Bitch
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This is an amusing lil' something for the erstwhile Aaron Blackpawwhose dark imagination spans both sides of the coin, so to speak...hence leading into some interesting territory for tigers to write! I hope you'll have a good time, and I look forward to your feedback!
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"Grrr..."
Aaron was not enjoying the game as much as he hoped. Those fucking Gunners had an awful tendency of setting his tail on fire with the RPGs they kept firing from the guard towers while the black wolf's very own Lone Wanderer had been doing his best to approach covertly through the darkness.
"Shittedy-fuck."
The wolf's teeth were bared just as his paws clutched the X-Box controller more firmly. His tail snapped and shuffled against the thick hide of the leather couch. The game finished reloading, and he was at it again, crouching in the foliage, avoiding the radscorpions and hoping that the guards would not pick up on his approach.
He drew his gun and looked through the electronic night vision scope.
The guy in the tower seemed to have a laser rifle.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Aaron's ears flattened. The rattle of gunfire before and his own grumblings had masked the noises of the paw falls that were much too soft at times. Now the voice had come almost close enough that he could have felt the breath on his neck.
"Ya?" he asked without looking.
"You're such a boy."
Aaron grumbled again. The voice was low, measured, and rumbled.
"Gaming."
"Well I can very well see what you are doing, boy."
"Fifteen more minutes," Aaron said. He wasn't planning to negotiate. This was his guy time.
He had no chance to negotiate on that, either. His intentions to sniper the guard in the tower were interrupted by the appearance of someone who did not look like an extra for a Mad Max movie, rather, dressed up in a fantastic bondage apparel.
Tess planted herself firmly between the television and the wolf on the couch. Big grin, lean, toned figure that was unmistakably femine, even when the heavy leather she wore masked some of its less obvious features.
Aaron's cock reacted even before the rest of him did, filling up his sheath.
The wolfess wore a short skirt, halfway down her thighs, of shiny black leather. The top was a corset come harness that crisscrossed her flat belly and pushed up her tits while leaving plenty of bare fur visible. Thick leather collar adorned her neck, and the cocky smirk on her lips was only added to by the row of silver studs on her left ear. Her boots were not the knee-length heeled ones she sometimes wore for the glamorous effect, but rather they were steel-toed work boots, heavy and unfeminine, laced with leather just like the corset. The elbow-length leather gloves had holes for the knuckles. Silver glistened on the buckle of her belt, in the shape of a feral wolf howling at the moon.
"Boys don't tell their Mistress what to do."
Aaron just about managed to flick his Pip Boy open before the increasing blood flow into his dick made his brain regress down a dozen IQ points or so.
The black wolf growled a little, his ears going flat.
"No, Mistress," the man said.
"You've played your games enough," she said.
Aaron did not reply.
"You have neglected your Mistress."
Aaron nodded.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Kneel, boy."
"Ya."
The wolf tossed the game controller away and knelt without further complaints. His simple grey boxers tented heavily from his cock, having grown fully out of his knot within the few moments it had taken for his playmate to show him just who was in control for the moment. The tall, large, muscled wolf was on his knees without a word, looking down towards the floor.
Tess's smile was as dark as her fur or the leather that licked her features.
"Kiss it."
The wolfess pushed her right footpaw forward and planted it at a suitable distance, boot and all.
"Hrrr."
"Worship the leather that I wear, boy."
She didn't have to raise her voice. The dark wolf's tail swished tensely behind him as he leaned forward and put his weight on his elbows. The loose T-shirt he'd been wearing slipped lower down on his back and exposed the base of his tail, now that Aaron was on all fours.
"Kiss my boot."
"Yes, Mistress," the black wolf whispered.
The oily leather was heady in his nose, as definite and tangible as the coldness of the steel hoops through which the laces of the boots were wound in dozens of passes across her calf. She did not wear socks or anything else beneath, which meant that his warm breaths instantly crossed through the holes and onto her fur and skin.
Tess' ears flicked under the noise of his slithering tongue. The black wolf had not just been content with simply pecking at the boot, but provided some further assurance of his submission while he knew that she was watching.
"Shine that leather, boy."
He took that as approval, and continued the slow lapping of a pink lupine tongue on thick, musky hide. The scent reached deep into his nose, tickling his senses. Aaron began to growl with his breaths, but both of them knew that it was not a sound of displeasure.
"That's a better toy for ya, boy."
"Hmmmmrr."
"Nuzzle it."
Aaron tilted his head and pressed his cheek onto the now wet leather.
"Yess..." the black wolf rumbled.
She moved with remarkable grace and balanced herself on her single, worshipped foot when she landed the other foot onto the black wolf's neck. Aaron's tail bristled like a brush, yet the wolf did not move from his position, flat on the ground and with his head now sandwiched between the dommy femme's musky boots.
"Do you love your Mistress, boy?"
"Y-yes..." the black wolf breathed.
"Like your top bitch showing you the place that is yours, boy?"
"Hhhmmmrrya..." Aaron growled.
"This a good place?" Tess demanded again, her voice hard.
"Hhhmmmmmmyaaaaa..." the black wolf slurred.
The pressure of the foot on top of him disappeared, as she stood on both booted feet again.
"Stand up. Clothes off, boy."
Aaron followed this latest command wordlessly. Tess stood nearby and and took the chance to pinch and fondle at her hard, pink nipples while the large wolf go rid of what little he had been wearing on what he had thought to be a regular afternoon. The appearance of Tess in her leather getup had certainly changed those plans...
In only moments, the black wolf stood there, obediently quiet, paws to his sides, his tail still between his legs, and his cock very hard and prominent, red as the blood that rushed through his fleshy rocket.
"Turn around."
His footpaws shuffled heavily from side to say. His cock swayed with the motion.
"Paws behind your back."
Aaron could guess what was coming. It was not a novel thing, but the coldness of the high grade police pawcuffs snapping around his wrists still gave him an extra thrill. There was no mistaking who was in charge, especially now that the steel bands enclosed on his paws and they were secured behind his back.
"Turn."
He moved as he was told. The lady wolf gave him a quick flash of a smile before she grabbed something else from her belt. A length of leather, not for adding another tie, nor a collar, but to wrap about Aaron's head to blindfold the wolf.
"Three steps back. Then sit."
Aaron's mental plan of the living room appeared even more vivid, now that his sense of vision had been robbed of him. He landed somewhat awkwardly on his tail, but felt the edge of the couch against his back.
"Good boy."
"Thank you, Mistress," said Aaron.
Tess walked forward, further until her own knees touched the leather of the couch. The wolf was trapped between her legs and her body, and the sofa that now acted as her support.
Her gloved paw landed on his forehead and nudged the blindfolded wolf's head down.
"Eat my cunt, boy."
The skirt was no impedance, and with her leaning over the wolf's head, his muzzle was perfectly positioned. The strong scent of female arousal made his muzzle water, almost against his will. Aaron knew that soon her juices would be dripping all over his face and mark him with her stench.
His cock was hardly ever as hard as when she played like this, hard and rough with the man she knew could take it.
"Kiss your Mistress, boy."
Aaron's lips sought tentatively at the heat that was her, and found her moist, overwhelmingly strong in scent, and musky. She smelled almost like she was in heat, yet it was not that time. Her natural arousal was powerful enough to convey a similar scent, deep and filling, to make him growl with desire to possess...yet he knew that for now, he was on being owned, possessed and marked.
"It's not gonna go anywhere before it is gushing, boy."
Her roughly given order prompted the black wolf to lap upon what he found, in the hopes that she would be pleased at the way Aaron's tongue caressed the sex-swollen lips of her pussy. Smooth skin, fur, the interior that opened with the splayed posture and allowed his tongue access into her core.
"Pay your respects."
Hence he worshipped on her. He ate her pussy, like he dreamed of doing, with his tongue and his lips, making best use of the moist flesh that he discovered on the apex of her thighs. She even threw a leg over to the couch so that the she could press down onto his eagerly munching muzzle and put her weight onto it. With the folds of her skirt in place, her body, her apparel, her position, they created a kind of a tent about his person, full of musk and the scent of an aroused bitch.
His saliva mixed with her juice. He knew she liked it wet, and he endeavor to make it so. She seemed to be pleased. His tongue darted and played, wriggling its way about the opening without penetrating further into her. He lapped up and down to get the much needed attention on Tess' clit, its existence not much of a mystery for Aaron after the countless hours worshipping on the altar that was her moist cunt .
Her taste intensified. His saliva became tangy with her fluids. His own cock oozed pre-cum as a result, in the most natural of responses to being subjected to something so sensual and forbidden.
"Pathetic."
Her breathy voice did not really carry such an admonition of his skills in giving head, but Tess had to keep up the appearances as much as anyone else.
Aaron's ears were almost crunched when her gloved paws gripped onto his head and forced it to stay in place while she began to hunch against his muzzle and his dancing tongue, fucking herself on his face.
"Cum for Mistress...Cum for Mistress..." she chanted to the blinded wolf.
But it was her who climaxed, with all the muscles contracting and bringing such delicious heat into her body that she reared up her head and barked in a high-pitched, loud noise any neighbor surely would have heard if they gave a fuck about what would happen at the Blackpaw residence.
Aaron was smothered in it all, still at the core of everything that went on. Her arousal grew to such heights that he was breathing it with every harsh huff that drew air into his nose and his lungs.
The sudden coolness of the air struck his sweaty, stained face when she finally dismounted, breathing hard.
"Good boy," she ruffled his sweaty crown. "For now. You still haven't made up for neglecting me while you play with your silly computer games, boy."
"Yes, Mistress," Aaron panted.
She knew what she wanted, and she was in the position to take it. Tess felt the wolf's thick shaft pulse in her gloved palm when she lifted his tool from his belly and aimed it upwards, as nature intended.
"This sugar you don't get too often..." the wolfess teased.
They both knew he got it often enough. The wolf's cocktip rubbing on her newly tingling labia made both of them grumble with arousal.
She simply had to sit on him, let him slide in until the knot bumped against her and the tip thrust almost uncomfortably deep. He was very thick, and filling, and almost too long to ride comfortably without having him punch her cervix every time Tess bottomed down.
"Hrrrr...thank you, Mistress..." Aaron grumbled spontaneously.
She thrust her hips back and forth and rocked the thick shaft inside her. Ever the proud creature was Tess, and she sat upright and steady, not showing the abandon she felt at the pleasure that filled her loins.
"You know what good boys get."
She didn't miss one of her riding strokes while she cupped Aaron's chin and directed the harshly breathing wolf onto her breast. The red tongue found a nipple, and a little bit of extra nudging forced that same bud between Aaron's lips.
"Lil' boy enjoys some..."
Aaron's legs strained as he bucked up to her as much as he could. She wasn't exactly light, not with her muscles, and the position of his outstretched legs was awkward. He couldn't even put his paws onto her hips and guide her motions.
Tess truly was in control, riding his cock for her pleasure. If he happened to receive some of his own in the process...that would be just so.
She swapped to her other breast, suckled on by Aaron while she threw her head back.
"Mistress is pleased," the wolfess mumbled.
"Hhmhmhmhmrr..." the muffled wolf replied.
His own pre-cum gushed into her and made the ride even more slippery than her post-orgasmic juices allowed. Their mixing sexual fluids made a mess on both of their groins and made the leather glisten. The little leather skirt she wore worked like a flap, allowing only brief glimpses of the red meat that slid in and out of the eagerly humping wolfess.
Aaron's head still swam with musk, and the heat of the nipple in his muzzle. Her pussy clenched on him with the constant clench of her pelvic muscles that she worked, both intentionally, and also with their less than controlled contractions he was responsible for, with his girth and how it pressed on the bundles of nerves that hid within.
What fucking G spot? Aaron thought. Just put enough cock there and make her hot enough with your tongue and they could ride you for the whole night and cum endlessly.
Sometimes he envied the ladies for that ability. He was limited to a couple of shots.
She was obviously going to tease him even further before allowing things to proceed that far. An extra shift of her hips allowed his knot to begin to press up into her, to stretch her opening so that the thick bulb could try to slip inside, the way it was meant to. Up and down she went, as if she was stroking on his knot with her very sensitive lips. They clenched, and Aaron growled, moaned and huffed, despite the ever-exchanging nipple he nursed between his lips.
She bit on her lip when her second orgasm rippled through her, but she didn't stop. This was what she hoped...the point when so much blood had pooled into her groin that every movement brought pure pleasure.
"Hhhhmmmmsss..."
She was not going to start yelling a constant stream of 'yes'es, not even when her lungs struggled to keep her supplied without enough air to continue her rather enthusiastic aerobic activity. The leather of her getup creaked with the intensity of the movements, how she gyrated herself and brought herself off on him again.
For the last one she made sure to have his knot buried inside herself, not only because it made the feelings more intense, but so that he'd know his place.
"Pussyboy," she growled.
His entire shaft throbbed before it poured hot spunk deep inside her, and made Tess moan loudly upon the gush of man-juice.
"You know you're going to lick that up, boy," the domme panted.
"Yes, Mistress," muttered Aaron.
Tess pulled his head against her leather-strapped bosom, and scratched the back of the sweaty, musky wolf's neck.
"Good boy."
And for the moment, he believed it, knotted inside her heat.
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