Honey Stuffed
Story by SwampPit on SoFurry
Based on the old as hell drawing by the god themselves: NEXTEL
Give them a watch at https://www.furaffinity.net/user/nextel/
(Honestly, don't know if I'll start posting on here again. Just mainly horny brain rot dumps)
"Come on, you know you want to!"
Came the bear's usual sing-song honey sweet voice.
You knew it all too well, in fact, you knew them too well. That face said it all. They invited you out here for a simple "Wednesday picnic," yet this was the second one this month alone. You couldn't help it, they were just too cute.
"Don't worry, no one will catch us. Not like last time." Came that supple voice once more. That fluffy tail wiggling in unknown delight.
A deep sigh was your only response to remembering the first time you both did this. You decided to get this over with, or at least you thought you wanted. They always knew your notes and how to play them, it was a cakewalk to them. You always return. Walking over from your side of the bench, you approached them from the side. Knowing your next step, they stood and greeted your lips. The feeling was mutual, as your lips met, your hands began to roam under their sweater. Your hands brushing across the soft fur that coated most of that body, their supple buds grew tender as you drank in their body. The kiss ultimately grew heated, as they undressed you.
They were intoxicating, and you loved it.
You grew stiff under their touch, only stopping once you were coating in your own dew. Withdrawing the kiss suddenly, they would pant close to your lips. Eyes laced with lust as they pierced your own.
"I want you inside me." Came their voice, dripping with ample amounts of honey.
You spent little time kicking your sweats off your ankles, and soon greeting the bear's plump rump. Pressing your coated tip against their own hole you were met with some resistance, before a sudden prod gave way to the tight bear cave. Audible gasping, the bear appeared to brace themselves onto the table. Deeper your pressed your hefty shaft, sighing as insides welcomed you with tight warmth.
"Hooo… there you go big boy," their voice shook while sighing.
They had always been a vocal lover, and this time was no different. Once you kept exploring their cave in a shallow rhythm, you affectionately gripped at their hips and began to set a steady tempo. Along came the telltale mewls and moans from the bear, never shy about making noise. Excluding the soft plaps that met once you met their rump, they were definitely the loudest. Your hands would stroke their sides all while giving the occasional squeeze here and there.
"Guhr- hey, whh- watch the merchandise!" They squeaked between each deep stroke.
The pace would increase once you wanted to listen to their moans and gasps, your ample coin purse would greet their own with each inward thrust. The squelching soon grew along with the soft plaps as you began to coat his insides with your sweet dew. Seeking a bigger climax, you'd suddenly press your weight against each thrust to pin him against the picnic table. Your hands move to their back, at the sudden angle change they would squeak out in pleasure. The angle was deeper for you to explore, yet offering less leverage on their legs. Feeling the familiar coil tightening inside you, your pace shifted from steady and even, to rough and erratic. Your shaft would pulse after every thrust, and you felt your coin purse tighten as a result.
The bear's moans would hitch at a certain thrust as their interior cave would rhythmically squeeze and milk you during each withdrawal.
On one deep thrust, you did a double take as your coil violently snapped, letting out a decent groan as your shaft rested deep inside the bear's den.
"Gg- god fuck!" They cursed as your shaft began to fill the bear with expansive amounts of seed. Your shaft and purse would continuously pulse and throb while filling up their den. Drained is all your felt, both from your shaft and your legs. The both of you sighed out in shared bliss, only gasping once you began to pull your spent member out of the honey bear's grip. Your hands found those freckled cheeks and held them apart as your spent seed dripped from their used hole.
The bear would make barely audible groans and growls, as afterglow began to set in.
Perhaps you didn't mind having picnics.