This is your fault By Spud
Story by Mech on SoFurry
A quick little snippet story to go with this lovely bit of art. Here we see Laura, one of the superheroines in my SC setting, after a little... accident with her Great Dane husband. Art is done by SpudTheOtter
“You look gorgeous.”
The silver vixen frowned, “And I keep saying I look like a blimp.” Her ears folded back with a quiet huff as she turned away from the dane. “Just look at me!” she exclaimed as she threw her robe open, turning before the dresser’s mirror. “I’ve never been this big!”
Tobias lumbered up behind her and put a large paw on her stomach. The blue-furred great dane towered head and shoulders over the vixen. “Ja,” he rumbled in his thick accent, “but the pikspiller is smaller than even my lovely.” Leaning in, he kissed her neck, “I think you are…” he hesitated and frowned as he tried to find a word that fit, “Lækkert would be best.”
Laura leaned back and looked up into his blue eyes, “Pikspiller?”
He frowned as he tried to come up with the translation, “Roger, he is… How you say?” and began to mime jerking off.
“Jagoff, Dear, and the other? La...lek…”
“Lækkert,” he hummed happily, tail waving as her hand joined his on her stomach. “It means sweet…” he planted a kiss on her neck. “Tasty,” the kiss turned into a nibble, “delicious…” his hand swept up her side to trace the underside of a breast. Laura breathed out a quiet moan as she leaned back into the Dane’s broad, muscled chest. “Hot.”
Her lips parted with a louder moan as his rough finger gently pricked at the lacy fabric of her bra. “This is what got us in this trouble.” Laura reached for her glasses and breathed out a louder moan. She’d never imagined she’d be in this situation, not at her age. Yet here she was, and she was excited. Sore too. “I need to get off my feet.”
Strong arms wrapped about her as the Dane dipped and easily scooped her up. “Then I shall carry you to bed and give you a foot massage, Ja?”
Laura sighed and smiled as he carried her the couple steps to their bed. “A foot rub sounds skidegod,” she crooned the danish word at her husband.