{"sf1_id":null,"sf2_id":"Rm0jxJL1","title":"Confessions","author":"Dack'tan Damian","words":1581,"posted_at":"2025-02-02T19:25:25.000Z","tags":["Bondage","M/F","Short Story","WOLF","submission"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/Rm0jxJL1-confessions","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0jxJL1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/9b/6d/9b6de91e-6125-49c2-b7d1-0d952a478b5d","description":"Damaris lay on the bed with her copper hair loose and spread out, except for a small braid that rested  \non her left shoulder. She looked at Tiberyuz with a frown and an icy gaze. Anyone would find her gaze  \nintimidating, but in her case, he found it so moving and tender. She hid her feelings of vanity and  \nhelplessness very well. She was dominant, after all, and being in this position felt uncomfortable for  \nher. Tonight, he had free rein over her; he had just beaten her in a bet, and it was time to pay up...","content":"Damaris lay on the bed with her copper hair loose and spread out, except for a small braid that rested   \non her left shoulder. She looked at Tiberyuz with a frown and an icy gaze. Anyone would find her gaze   \nintimidating, but in her case, he found it so moving and tender. She hid her feelings of vanity and   \nhelplessness very well. She was dominant, after all, and being in this position felt uncomfortable for   \nher. Tonight, he had free rein over her; he had just beaten her in a bet, and it was time to pay up.  \nHe delighted in the urgent scene before him. Her defined and curvy silhouette. Her lush and moderate   \nfur, showing off that pair of breasts with immaculate white fur that extended to her crotch, contrasting   \nwith her gray nipples. The rest of her fur was reddish, with shades of gray and white on her hands, feet,   \nand at the end of her bushy tail, which was as soft as silk.  \nShe wore leather cuffs on both her hands and ankles, including a collar. She had on a pair of black   \nsheer stockings along with a harness that ran from her lower body to her neck, a beautiful accessory he   \nhad chosen especially for her. Her legs were slightly crossed, open for him to see without exception.   \nNormally, she would be the one standing, looking at him with him tied to the bed, at her mercy and   \nwhims. On this occasion, he decided not to tie her, with the only condition being that she would be a   \ngood girl and do everything he asked.  \nHe would be gentle, after all. As he always has been  \n  \nTiberyuz slid onto the bed over her, caressing her hip with his left hand. He moved slowly until they   \nwere finally face to face. With his right hand, he caressed her hip, sliding it slowly upward, brushing   \nhis claws over her chest until he reached her arm. Despite her discomfort, she didn’t offer any   \nresistance. His left hand caressed her silky and well-groomed hair. She always preferred to have it tied   \nback in a ponytail a real shame, because she looked truly beautiful with her hair down.  \nHe gently held her muzzle, sliding his thumb between her lips. She opened her mouth, revealing her   \nprominent fangs. That fierce gaze gradually turned more docile. Damaris softly bit his thumb, licking it   \nfor a brief moment. He could feel the human-like sensation. Those hands weren’t really his, but   \nprosthetics. He had lost them many years ago during his life as a fighter in underground tournaments.   \nHis opponent hadn’t limited himself to just knocking him down; he had fractured his arms to such an   \nextent that recovery was impossible. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was her sitting by his   \nbedside. She had taken him out of there and given him a new purpose.  \nHe closed his eyes, continuing to caress her face while trying to hold back tears.  \n“Tiberyuz,” Damaris pronounced softly, placing her hand to stroke his ear, “let it out.”  \nDespite her strong personality, she was his weak spot. She knew exactly which strings to pull, but that   \nwasn't what she sought: a docile and submissive pup. Still, he was moved by how sweet and   \ncondescending she was every night they enjoyed each other's company. Before he knew it, he went   \nfrom being just an entertainment toy, an assistant, and a personal guard, to something closer, more...   \nintimate.  \nHe remembered that moment when he saw her in the finals of an underground tournament. One more   \nfight, and he would have earned his freedom. Things ended as they did, with both arms broken and   \nnearly dead. No one was willing to pay or even invest money in a crippled slave, except for her. Since   \nthen, he had always remained by her side, leaving everything behind friends, family, if he even had any.   \nHe had never mentioned them, just like his past life before becoming an underground fighter in the   \nlower levels of this city.  \nHe decided it was time to repay her. Although he had to admit he didn’t like being in this position,   \nespecially wearing that outfit she chose for him. So exposed, so vulnerable; she always had the first and   \nlast word the postures, the rhythm. She relinquished control for a second and last time.  \nTiberyuz opened his eyes, blinking a few times to see her face. She was smiling. His right hand   \nintertwined with hers. He rested his head against her chest, on her soft mane, flooding his senses with   \nher scent. He remained there for a few moments to calm his emotions, lightly sobbing like a puppy   \nuntil he regained his composure.  \n“Good boy,” she placed her hand on his cheek, wiping away the last tears that fell. She leaned in to   \nwhisper in his ear, “You have free rein; it’s an order. Don’t make me repeat it.”  \nHe leaned in slowly to kiss her, again and again, on her lips, kissed her neck, and began to descend   \nslowly until he reached her legs. Holding the lower part of her thighs, he continued kissing them until   \nhe reached the center. His warm breath was the first thing to caress her before she shivered at the first   \nlick. My God, they weren’t joking when they said lykan had a very prominent tongue. He began licking   \nup and down, gently sucking and kissing her clitoris, tracing circles around it with the tip of his tongue.   \nHer legs soon trembled at such stimulation it seemed this wolf had plenty of experience.  \nIt didn’t take long for him to start playing with one finger, then two, only to begin inserting them   \nslowly once she started to get wet. Tiberyuz stood up, pulling her with him to the edge of the bed. His   \ncanine penis was like a crimson spear rising and throbbing, with a more imposing girth than the length   \nmany males bragged about having. Tiberyuz headed toward one of the drawers beside the bed, where   \nhe always kept condoms. Damaris stopped him by wrapping her legs around his waist.  \n“That won’t be necessary. In fact, you can put it in all the way to the knot, though I shouldn’t be telling   \nyou that.”  \nHe returned her gaze, licking his lips and smiling. Damaris would soon regret those words a little. He   \nbegan to penetrate her gently, being considerate to a certain point. He set a gradual pace, thrusting into   \nher harder, to the point where she began to let out her first moans unconsciously. He rested her legs on   \nhis shoulders to lean forward. Her entire body shivered at the sudden change in position, now   \npenetrating her more deeply.  \nWhen he grew tired of that position, he switched to another. She moved to the center of the bed. She   \nstayed on all fours as he had ordered, with her chest pressed against the bed and her hips raised.   \nHolding onto her harness, he mounted her again, grabbing the base of her tail as it wagged from side to   \nside. Damaris clutched the sheets, her moans filling the room. Tiberyuz maintained the rhythm without   \nany sign of exhaustion, his sturdy hands holding her hips so firmly that she didn’t need to move them.  \nThere came a point where she couldn’t maintain the posture any longer and let her hips fall. However,   \nthis didn’t stop Tiberyuz for even a second, who dropped his body alongside hers. His arms wrapped   \naround her, preventing any movement or even a chance to switch positions she was trapped at his   \nmercy. She could feel the breath of his pants on her neck, his fangs grazing her skin before slowly   \nsinking in, thrusting more savagely. She could do nothing but bury her head in the sheets and continue   \nmoaning louder and louder.  \nHe was very close; she knew it. That wildness always came to light it was only a matter of minutes   \nbefore he reached his climax. He usually suppressed it to avoid doing something undesirable, but she   \nhad given him free rein, and he was about to mark her as his. The knot finally slammed in, penetrating   \nall the way and then starting to swell more and more inside her, spreading his seed as his bite   \nintensified. There was no escape. Damaris gasped at the sensation and discomfort. It was a new   \nexperience for her but a gratifying one.  \nTiberyuz let his body weight fall to avoid suffocating her. They both remained in a spooning position,   \nwith his right arm around her. Neither of them spoke a word for several minutes.  \n“I'm sorry, I went too far…” he said in a low voice, finally regaining his composure.  \n“Don’t apologize, I was the one who asked you to.”  \n“But... I just tied you up.”  \nDamaris let out a light sigh.  \n“I'm going to have to use pills for a while.”  \n“Oh, I forgot.” he exclaimed, embarrassed by his ignorance.  \n“Do you really want me to end up pregnant?” she said, taking his hand to make him caress her belly.  \n“I don’t know, I think…”  \n“Be honest, Tiberyuz,” she interrupted him seriously, only for her voice to return to a soft and timid   \nwhisper, “Please.”  \nThere were brief minutes of awkward silence before he responded.  \n“I like the idea,” he affirmed with total sincerity, extending his hand, caressing her belly from top to   \nbottom. “I really want it.”  \nBefore he knew it, Damaris lay asleep"}