FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

An so I join the ranks of the deviants. I hope you'll welcome me. Also, quick question, is zoophilia extreme in this forum?

I'd love to hear what you think. More might follow, most likely even if I get no feedback.

Early Morning Heat

The room was pleasantly warm, lit by sunlight that streamed through the ornate windows lining the upper part of the walls. The delicate beams of light fell between the dark posts and white drapes of the large canopy bed in the center of the room and lit the wide expanse of the bed itself. Halfway between the middle and the left side of the bed, a woman lay half-tangled in the soft embrace of the silken sheets, which accentuated her gentle curves rather than hiding them. One leg lay free, displaying a gently tanned thigh between where the white sheet ended and the fine white stocking began and her right arm half-way shielded her face from the sun. Her head was turned to the side, resting on one of the half-dozen pillows in a halo of wavy, red-black hair and her soft, fine features were relaxed in the glow of slow, unrushed wakening.

Ailah turned in the soft, warm sheets, luxuriating in the sensation and the light, lazy feeling in her limbs. A quiet sigh of contentment passed between her dark, full lips and she turned onto her back, reveling in the feeling of the silk sliding off her, exposing her body to the caressing warmth of the sun's rays. Lazily, she opened her eyes, letting them wander from the brilliant sun shining down on her, to the polished marble floor and walls and over the dark, wooden furniture. It came to rest on the desk at her right on which lay her writing utensils, stacks of parchments and three small towers of books bound in supple, colorful leather.

She ought get up and get on with her reading, but with neither her tutors nor her esteemed father and mother around for the weekend, she found herself disinclined to open the books. Those books anyway. Her thoughts wandered to some of the other books she'd found in the library and felt a heat spread through her that had nothing to do with the sun. She lowered her hand from her face to glide along the smoothness of her throat and the fingers of her other hand trailed along the sheets and up beneath the thin material of her night gown.

In her mind's eye, she imagined unruly, dark hair, strong muscled limbs and gold eyes burning with a ferocious desire for her.

Her nipples stiffened, rubbing delightfully against the softness of her gown as her left hand dipped between her legs. Her right hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple, while the left ghosted over the thin silk covering her mound. Both were warm, almost ticklish sensations, before she slipped a finger between the silk and her skin and pulled it down, sliding it off her with a quick wriggle. A shiver ran through her at the sudden change, her heartbeat quickened and she rolled her nipple between her fingers with a little more force.

She pulled her hand up her leg, warm fingertips trailing heat up from her lower leg to her inner thigh until her fingers came to rest along one side of her lower lips, her thumb on her mound just above her pink nub. Continuing to caress her breast, shifting between teasing her nipple and gently kneading the flesh, she ran her thumb down to her nub and tensed at each touch. For a little while, she gently teased herself before she ran the hand down further between her legs, fingers slipping between her folds but not entering, palm pressing against her clit. She moved her hand further, and felt a thrill, flushing, when her ring and index finger touched her asshole lightly, before she pulled back. She repeated the motion a few times, languidly, breathing growing heavier, then moved her hand in circling motions, teasing her clit and caressing her folds.

She raised her fingers to her pink clit and made smaller quicker circles her fingers, her heart beating faster. Her other hand wandered aimlessly, squeezing her breasts, sliding over her stomach and thigh, rising to her neck and falling back down again. Flushing further, she pushed her fingers down from her clit, between her lips and slid two fingers into her warm, wet pussy, closing her eyes and parting her lips in pleasure.

Eagerly, she slid her fingers in and out, her fingers growing slick with her juices as a tense, hot pressure began to build. Her breathing became ragged, her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Her feet pressed against the bed and her legs tensed as she increased her pace and her head pressed back into the silken pillows, sweat spreading over her brow.

The heat was becoming even more intense, her body coiling as the pressure built somewhere in her lower belly and her pace became frantic, her fingers plunging into her depths with abandon. The movement of her other arm became more erratic, moving quicker, her fingers kneading her breasts with more force. Her breaths left her in audible gasps that sounded delightful to her ears and shudders raced through her, her back arching from the bed, her feet drawing closer to her body.

There was a loud, wooden bang and in surprise she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy, sending herself over the edge, the pent-up pressure racing down her spine as liquid heat. Her eyes snapped open as she heard a familiar sound, a series of frantic clacks of something hard hitting the marble floor, but she was unable to stop herself from letting out series of half-choked gasps as she trembled, her feet drawing almost up to her ass. The warm waves shuddered through her, scorching and freeing and mortifying, as she looked down past her pert breasts, her half-closed legs and the hand she had between them, to the massive wolf that came to a skidding halt just inside the doors he'd just thrown open.

She felt her blush grow as she considered her oldest friend. Galen lay pressed to the marble floor, his forelimbs still outstretched from when he'd stopped, black claws out for better grip. His body, bigger, stronger and more heavily muscled than an ordinary wolf's and covered with shiny, ebony-black fur that put the most well-groomed hounds to shame, was frozen in shock. His striking golden eyes were as wide as she'd ever seen them, his nostrils were flared like when he smelled something good and his big, fang-filled mouth hung wide open, red tongue lolling as he panted.

Galen lay on the smooth floor, completely still, all the thoughts that had been in his head moments before completely gone, his heart pounding far harder than his run merited. In the back of his head ran a steady stream of confused, half-panicked muttering, but no single thought really stuck in his mind. He simply stared at Ailah, his princess, his best friend, and nominal charge since they were both too young to speak. Her brown eyes were wide, her mouth open in a little 'o' and her flushed face was framed by messy hair. Her breasts pressed against her nightgown as she heaved in her breaths, her nipples small points against the fabric, and the nightgown had ridden up, revealing her stomach. His gaze travelled further, past her exposed navel, following the lines of her left arm down between her slightly spread legs. Her hand rested there, with two fingers sunk deep between her full, slightly flushed lower lips while her pinkie and ring-finger lay against her, pointing down at her asshole, a ring a little darker than the surrounding skin.

Almost as overwhelming as the sight was the smell in his nostrils, a heavy, heady scent, mixed with a faint hint of sweat, so strong that he could practically taste it as well.

He'd always found Ailah beautiful. He loved her fine-featured, expressive face, her brown eyes, small nose and smiling lips and he'd always liked her flowing hair, her shapely, strong limbs, her curves. But seeing her like that, smelling like that, made it impossible for him to keep telling himself that the stirrings he'd felt occasionally were all random and unconnected to his friend. His body was warm and electrified by what he saw and smelled and his cock was stiff and warm against his belly and unpleasantly exposed to the marble, which felt chilly in the unreasonably warm room.

Ailah couldn't move. She simply lay, the relaxed warmth in her limbs at odds with her panic, feeling Galen's gaze rake over her, acutely aware of the fingers still within her and the hand pressing against her right breast. Finally, after an agonizing number of seconds, Galen numbly said: "So that's what that smell is."

The words broke the spell and Ailah tore her hand up to her chest. Her mortification grew at the faint wet sound she made and her heart skipped a beat at how Galen's ears twitched and his eyes widened a fraction in response. She quickly pressed her legs together.

"What?" she asked, the word coming out shaky and breathlessly.

Galen blinked. "I'd wondered about that smell," he said, in a dazed tone that she recognized from the times she'd managed to utterly bewilder him. His expression grew more dumbfounded as he spoke, looking like he couldn't quite believe what he was saying or that he was speaking at all.

Still feeling like her face might burst into flame, not helped by the moisture on her fingers seeping into her nightgown, she managed to gather her thoughts somewhat. "Could you, let me, maybe, come back later?" she rambled.

Galen's ears flattened against his head and he sunk even lower against the floor, his mouth closing. He pushed against the marble, sliding back a little, then stopped. "I'd rather, uh, not move, right now," he said hesitantly.

Ailah's right eyebrow rose. Usually, Galen bolted from awkward situations and this made even the incident with the tutors, the paint and the chicks seem like the height of dignity. His discomfort made her feel just the slightest bit better and an inkling of curiosity made her ask: "What's going on?"

Galen swallowed, seeing in Ailah's expression a pale shadow of the mischievousness she often showed. Instead of answering, he carefully eased himself backward, and restrained a gasp of discomfort as his hard cock trailed along the floor. He finally managed to drag his gaze away from Ailah, but he couldn't force his eyes far away, merely settling on the rumpled sheets, which was little help, especially with his nose still filled with that scent, which only reminded him why they were rumpled.

Ailah watched Galen slowly edging back, his eyes avoiding hers and roaming over the bed, though not without returning briefly to her lower body a few times. It should have looked funny, but his uncertain, awkward motion and his refusal to meet her eyes suddenly made a worry appear in her. Her beloved friend seemed very distant somehow and the halting motion seemed oddly final.

The thought steeled her and her voice was soft when she said: "Galen, stop."

Galen's eyes snapped to her, apprehensive and uncomprehending, but he did as she said.

"Don't. We can't let this..." She hesitated. She rearranged her legs, pulling them up under her and smiled nervously. "We need to..." She gathered her thoughts and said: "Close the door."

Galen blinked slowly, nodded and resumed his crawl.

"No. Just close it," Ailah said, when Galen began edging between the doors. The look of confusion returned to his face and his mouth opened a bit. A bit of teasing came into her voice when she added: "You can reach it from there, can't you?"

Galen blinked again, tried to find his voice to protest, but found, as he met her eyes again, that he still couldn't say no to his friend. He reached out with his rear leg, fumbling for the door, the motion making him shiver as his member moved over the floor and caught one door with his paw. He gave it

a hard push and after a moment, found the other door and did the same, wondering what on Earth Ailah was thinking. The doors closed with a boom and a clack of the latch and he returned his gaze to Ailah, forcibly dragging his gaze from her legs up past her breasts to her beautiful brown eyes.

She was nervous. He could see it in her face and smell it, though only barely, but there was determination in her face as well. "Come here," she said softly, patting the bed beside her. With forced lightness, she added: "And hurry up. You moved just fine when you came in."

Galen froze, his ears rising from his head. 'Now?' He thought incredulously. 'Why now, you crazy, crazy woman?' Out loud, he said: "Nooo," dragging out the word slowly, "I think I'll stay here."

"No," Ailah said, and a sudden worry and hurt appeared on her face. "That's exactly what we have to avoid. I don't want us to be awkward." Her eyes widened abruptly and she suddenly twisted around, seeming ready to leap out of the bed. In a rush, she said: "You're not hurt, are you?"

Even amid his embarrassment and the idle thought that it was far too late to avoid awkwardness, Galen found himself warmed by her concern. He smiled awkwardly and said slowly: "Not as such, no."

Her relief was bright and brief and she resumed her previous pose. Galen's eyes picked up every moment she exposed more than she probably meant to and felt himself grow hotter, despite his embarrassment and vague shame. He was so caught up in that that he almost missed when she patted the bed again. "Come here."

Galen opened his mouth to argue, but she looked so nervous when she simply said "Please?" that he began edging forward.

Ailah watched him slowly crawl toward the bed, wondering why he was moving like that. She also wished he would just hurry up, because her embarrassment was still burning steadily in her cheeks and the sooner she could touch him and talk to him, the sooner she could be certain that things would go back to normal and then they could part without her worrying that their friendship had been irreparably damaged.

When he finally dragged himself up into the bed, making it dip under his weight, her eyes widened, a small, warm thrill went through her and her face flamed again when she realized why he'd been so reluctant. For just a moment, she caught a glimpse of his member, long, dull red, glistening just slightly. It was bulbous closest to his body and tapered to a point and it twitched as it touched the edge of the bed before his body covered it again.

Galen glanced at Ailah when she let out a quiet gasp and saw her looking at him in surprise. He thought she smelled more nervous, but he wasn't sure, because the moment he'd come up into the bed, that other smell seemed to become even more overwhelming. His stomach twisted with worry that far surpassed his embarrassment as he realized that she'd probably seen and his ears went flat against his head, his tail folding around his butt. He looked away, fixing his gaze on the intricately carved backboard of the bed and swallowed a sudden lump in his throat. Shakily he said: "I'm here."

Ailah lay down beside her friend, suddenly finding it impossible to speak, her thoughts racing. She had seen him before, being around him day and night for most of her lives, running, hunting, playing, made it difficult not to, but she didn't recall ever seeing him quite so fully displayed nor so large. It was a shock that kept her blush alive and her heartrate climbed again, though she didn't feel as discomfited as she would have thought she would. In fact, she felt her still acute embarrassment shrink as she turned to her friend and stretched out her left hand. She held it over his fur for amoment, then buried in the fur on his neck, running it through softness that put silk to shame and noticing more than ever the powerful muscles that tensed beneath her fingers. The feeling was familiar, but instead of the usual calm, warm feeling his closeness usually brought, she felt her stomach flutter with excitement and a different kind of warmth.

Galen froze again, managing to suppress the twitch that those soft, familiar fingers almost provoked, but in a moment, he managed to relax and something came apart in his chest, his worry fading, at the gentle touch. He stiffened again, however, in two ways, when he felt her shuffle closer, bringing most of the front of her body into contact with his side, her scent growing stronger. His heart, already beating so hard he thought she must be able to hear it, quickened with both terror and excitement when she asked, in a bare whisper: "Was that me?"

Mouth open, he turned to her and in a daze, he saw her blushing face, so very close and felt her right hand on his cheek. Again, as he smelled her more strongly than ever, a voice in the back of his head screamed: 'What are you doing, you crazy woman?'

Out loud, he simply breathed, feeling half-defeated, half-relieved: "Yes."

Her answering smile was wide and brilliant, before it shrank with shyness. Just as he thought she couldn't surprise him more, her felt her shuffle closer, raising one leg and laying it atop his and he could feel the warmth and wetness between her legs as she pressed against him. It was all he could do not to thrust against the mattress.

"I, you," Galen stuttered. To Ailah, he looked thoroughly befuddled, his eyes wide, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed, turning his head incredibly slowly toward her hand. He looked stunned and hopeful, an expression that made Ailah's heart skip a beat and emboldened her to slide her left hand along his jaw, up to his lips.

"Would you like to taste me?" She asked, marveling at her own boldness. Galen's eyes bored into hers, huge, golden, heavy, and he opened his mouth, taking her fingers between hard teeth, into his wet mouth. Warmth spread through her body as he sucked on them, rolling his tongue around them, warm and rough, his eyelids drooping and she could feel his panting on her face, hot and humid and smelling faintly of spice and blood.

Galen had licked her fingers before, innocently and playfully, but this time was not even remotely comparable. He noticed every line and bump as he ran his tongue over her fingers, savoring the taste. It wasn't overwhelming, but it was so much more physical than the smell and Galen felt himself grow even warmer, the silk sheets hardly noticeable compared to the body pressed into his side.

Ailah exhaled slowly and pulled her hand back. Her mouth rose into a smile as Galen's head followed the motion and when her fingers slipped from between his lips, he made a disappointed noise that made her smile grow.

He turned his head back to her and she realized that their movements had brought them even closer, his snout almost touching her nose. His lips, already curved in a lazy smile, quirked more and his tongue darted out to touch her lips.

She recoiled in surprise and Galen's eyes abruptly went wide with worry. Before he could pull away though, she giggled, gripping his lower jaw and closing the distance, pressing her lips to his upper lip. She kissed him several times, simply feeling the texture of his lips, opened her mouth to run her tongue beneath his upper lip before deciding that it was impossible to kiss him deeply like people usually did. Feeling warm, a little breathless and somewhat disappointed by her discovery, she was about to withdraw when Galen finally responded. He tilted his head and his tongue rose to meet hers, tangling with it briefly, before he simply pushed her back.

She was surprised but tilted her head opposite his and felt his tongue press hers back into her mouth, hot and wet, as his jaws closed around her face, his teeth, wet with saliva, pressing against her cheeks. She didn't protest, but closed her eyes, adjusting her hands on his muzzle so her thumbs slipped between his lips while her other fingers dug into the thin fur around them. It was an odd feeling, yet it felt strangely right, as his thick tongue rolled around her mouth with eager motions, exploring her. She simply reveled in the feeling as he lead the strange kiss, only half-responding to her when she met his tongue with her own.

After an indeterminate time of tasting Ailah's wonderful mouth, Galen drew back, breathing heavily. His heart was pounding again as he opened his eyes and met Ailah's shining ones. There was saliva on her cheeks and the right side of her hair was mussed even more where she'd pressed down against the bed. Her breathing was even heavier than his and her breath was almost as enticing as her other scents and he felt almost harder than he had before, so much that it was an effort not to push against the bed for relief. And somewhere at the back of his head, there was a voice that insisted that this couldn't be anything but a dream.

Ailah's stomach was fluttering, her heart beating fast in her chest and her body was buzzing with pleasurable warmth. She took a steadying breath, which hitched as Galen shifted a little, making his fur brush between her legs. "Roll over," she said, a little laugh sneaking into the words as she realized what she was saying.

Galen opened and closed his mouth, staring at her and his expression drew a giggle from her. She pursed her lips playfully and said, managing to sound mostly confident: "Go on. It's only fair, you saw everything."

She gave him a little shove and Galen swallowed. He paused a moment to ready himself and push away the urge to stay there, comfortably hidden and pressed delightfully against her, then rolled onto his back. It was almost a relief as his cock came out from under him, though the air felt almost chilly after the warmth between him and the bed.

Ailah felt irrationally bereft when Galen's warmth withdrew from her, but only for a moment. Her eyes darted to the sheet where he'd had lain, seeing a small, wet spot, before her eyes rose to Galen, running down over his fur to his hind legs. His cock stood straight up from him, red and hard and large, like a thick, fleshy arrow pointing toward the ceiling. It narrowed toward the tip and closest to his body, above his dark sack, it expanded into a wide bulb, which was as dark red as the rest of it.

Breathlessly, she turned around in the bed and reached across his belly. She stopped with her fingers an inch from his cock and glanced up at Galen. He was watching her with wide eyes, bright with lust and his mouth half-open, still with that hint of dazed disbelief on his face. She could understand that. As excited as she was, she couldn't quite believe it either and she found it surprisingly hard to ask: "Can I?"

"Yes!" Galen breathed heavily and she closed her hand around his member. Galen immediately jerked his hips a little, sliding it through her fingers once. It felt almost scorching hot, and she was acutely aware of every pulsing vein and line beneath her fingers.

So was Galen. He felt like his entire brain was devoted entirely to the feeling of those slender fingers around his cock, though somehow there was enough left over for him to notice and deeply appreciate the curve of Ailah's ass out the corner of his eye, even while his eyes were locked on her hand.

She moved her hand slowly up and down and his breath hitched in his throat. At the sound, she turned her head to him, though he barely noticed it, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Good?" she asked, moving her hand slowly up and down. Her fingers were still slightly slick and they became more so when she moved her hand up, rolling them over his tip and dragging droplets of liquid there down along his length. His hips jerked involuntarily and he heard her give a little surprised gasp.

"Amazing," Galen gasped as Ailah increased her pace. She was so close to his throbbing member that she thought she could feel the heat radiating off it and both the little shivers that ran through his body and his panting reply sent thrills running down her spine. Little droplets of clear fluid kept coming from the tip and she continually wet her fingers with them. She could smell him easily, a strong, male smell that was mostly sweat, but there was something else and she wondered excitedly if the latter was the fluid and how it would taste.

Galen gasped in surprise when Ailah suddenly let go of him, leaving him feeling tense and chilly. He opened his eyes as Ailah moved and saw her fully from the back, her round ass and exposed lips, her toned legs, the curve of her back and the wave of red hair, as she crawled away from him.

"Move up a little," Ailah ordered, her quiet voice eager, as she turned. Hardly able to even think, he obeyed, pushing himself up along the bed until he almost touched the headboard. She followed, crawling on her hands and knees, looking like nothing so much as a cat. Her eyes were sparkling, but her smile was still nervous. Without thinking, he raised his hips a little and that seemed to break through the momentary nervousness. She bent down, propping her elbows on the sheets, placing one hand on his inner thigh and closing the other around his cock, raising her ass and he had the sudden flash image of mounting her while she stood like that, thrusting into her as she writhed beneath him. It made him jerk again and she flinched back a moment.

"Sorry," he gasped, but she just huffed a half-laugh and lowered her head. His eyes widened as her beautiful lips closed around him, wet and warm and wonderful. Then his eyes closed as he inhaled shakily while she slid him further into her mouth, her tongue flush against him, the liquid heat of her incredible. He tensed and felt the pressure build, gathering in his groin as she took him deep before withdrawing, rising till she had just his tip in her mouth, leaving him slick with her saliva.

Ailah lowered her head again, feeling a smile curl her lips around Galen's cock as she marveled at the odd taste of him, like that smell, but stronger, more tangible. The heat of him seemed to flow from her mouth, down her spine, spreading through her body and pooling between her legs, making it easier to ignore the gagging discomfort when she took him deep in her mouth.

As she moved slowly up and down, teasing her tongue around him, she glanced up at Galen through stray strands of red hair. His face was contorted in something that looked almost like agony, his eyes closed, his mouth half open and gasping for breath. His front paws pushed into the bedsheets and she could feel his shivers, through the hard muscle beneath the hand on his leg and particularly in the twitching in her mouth.

Encouraged, she increased her pace and his panting became louder and more shaky. Despite his efforts to remain still, an involuntary jerk almost made her gag, but she swallowed it down and put some pressure on his legs to keep him still, never slowing

Galen barely kept himself from whining from Ailah's efforts and it took all his remaining effort to keep from thrusting into her mouth or sinking his claws into the sheets. He looked down at her and found an almost greedy expression on her face as she sucked his cock and he felt his peak approach with sudden speed, impossible to hold back, no matter how much he might want to prolong the pleasure.

"Ailah," he gasped, feeling like he needed to give her some warning. She didn't recoil though, but rather pushed down again, her tongue twisting. His whole body jerked and he felt something uncoil abruptly and he spurted into her waiting mouth, but she still kept her mouth around him, a hint of stubbornness coming into her expression as she kept sucking.

Ailah felt a bit of shock and a wave of satisfaction when Galen gasped and something thick and pungent shot into her mouth. He tensed several more times, sending more of that odd liquid into her mouth and she swallowed the globs readily, if with a little effort, before she felt him deflate. Smiling around his cock, she suckled him till he stopped shrinking, caressing his inner thigh while she did. Then she let him fall from her mouth and straightened, looking down at him.

His eyes were wide, pupils dilated. His chest was heaving as he lay prostrate before her, immensely satisfying to look at for the breathless Ailah. The satisfaction had done nothing to sate her own need though and the ache between her legs increased as she looked at him.

Galen took in Ailah's flushed face and lust-filled eyes, her heavy breathing, the nubs visible through her thin gown, her engorged lower lips. He took a tentative sniff of the air, now that he could concentrate on something other than his sense of touch and her scent engulfed him. "My turn," he said, the words coming out deeper and more confident than he felt, though just as eager. He gestured with his head and said: "Lie down."

Ailah smiled with a hint of shyness that was quickly smothered by her eagerness and moved quickly to lie down where she'd lain before. Galen rolled over, coming to his feet with them spread on either side of her, his head level with hers.

Ailah looked up at Galen as he loomed over her, a bulky shape of lean muscle and soft fur, half-exited at his forceful, if slightly nervous, pose and half-impatient for him to hurry up and do something. Then her breath caught as something soft and silky brushed up between her legs and Galen smiled, baring teeth at her, his shining golden eyes growing more confident. He almost lunged down at her, their tongues tangling again as his tail kept sweeping up and down between her legs and she raised her hands to bury them in his fur. Before long, he moved down, licking her lower lip and then moving to close his jaws around her throat. She could feel his teeth against her pulse, but she felt nothing but excitement as he swept his long tongue over her skin.

He went lower, licking along her collarbone, but as he did, the delightful, soft, teasing tail stopped touching her pussy.

"This is in the way," he said, pushing up her nightgown with one paw, his rough pads pressing against her skin.

Ailah gave a quiet groan and adjusted her hands on Galen's head, pushing at him as she demanded: "Down. Taste me. Lick me."

Galen resisted her and at first she just pushed herself up toward the headboard, but then he finally went lower, his muzzle pressing against her as he moved across her belly and his tongue coming out as he went between her legs. She spread her thighs wide for him and sighed in pleasure as his tongue lapped experimentally at her pussy, catching her clit, seemingly by accident.

Emboldened by her reaction, he licked the length of her, licking along her lips separately, his warm, soft tongue moving slowly, spreading her on one side, then the other. She realized that he'd moved closer when she felt a row of points on her mound and drips of slaver hit her, and when she shuddered from another long, warm lick, she felt the teeth in his lower jaw touch her buttocks.

Galen ran his tongue up Ailah's wet sex, pressing against it to savor every drop of liquid there. His nose was filled with her scent, his mouth watered at her strange taste, every little movement she made increased his eagerness and his excitement quickly began to grow again. The sight of her, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, one hand gliding down to settle on his muzzle, the other rubbing at her breast, fed his arousal and he felt himself grow hard against the sheet.

Ailah felt liquid electricity sweep through her as Galen licked her and felt a growing, tightening tension in her as he did. She jerked when his tongue wandered lower on one of his long licks, brushing against her asshole, but she gave an encouraging, shaky smile when his eyes flicked to her just after and he did it again, running a tickling, wet circle round her before he moved back up to her pussy.

His tongue pushed harder on her and she exhaled quickly as he slipped his tongue inside her and immediately pressed his face closer, his fangs digging into her skin. The hard points were a little painful, but it only seemed to heighten her sensitivity and his tongue wriggled eagerly inside her, sending shocks of pleasure racing up her spine.

He pulled his tongue from her and returned his attention to her clit, circling it, lapping at it and gave her several more long licks between her lips before dipping his tongue back inside of her, his tongue curling as if he was trying to pull as much of her wetness out with it as he could. The odd shape and the intense warmth made her shiver almost in time to the movements of his long, invading tongue and her breathing and heartbeat sped up further.

Feeling the pleasure coiling in her, seemingly just out of reach of Galen's tongue, she pulled halfheartedly at his muzzle, knowing he couldn't come any closer or deeper and her legs tightened around his head, her toes digging into her bed. Galen increased his efforts, tongue moving rapidly, and seemingly without thinking he bit down a bit, the increasing pain blending with the pleasure and radiating up in her body.

Then, abruptly, the coil inside her came undone and waves of pleasure rolled through her, making her limbs tense up and squeeze her thighs tight around Galen's head. His golden eyes looked up at her, cloudy with lust and love and accomplishment, as her breaths came in choked little gasps. His tongue kept moving, slipping out of her pussy to tease her clit and the feeling added to the orgasm, maybe even prolonged it, it was hard to tell.

Finally, disappointingly, her body stopped shuddering and she relaxed, her thighs falling open again, her breathing and heartbeat slowing. Galen didn't move though and his tongue glided lazily up and down her sensitive lips. When she finally found her wits she gave him a tired smile and breathed: "Thank you."

She could feel his smile as much as see it. "My pleasure," he rumbled, and his heavy breath almost made her shiver again. He gave her a sensuous lick and added: "You taste amazing."

A giggle escaped her lips as his words for some reason reignited her fading blush. She sat up, putting her hands on either side of Galen's head. He'd laid his tongue between her lips, the tip covering her clit, as if unwilling to expose it again.

"I can't believe we did this," Ailah said, amazement in her voice. Galen's misunderstanding was instantly obvious. He froze, his eyes widened, his ears flattened and his tail stopped lazily wagging.

She tightened her grip on his head, her expression growing firm. "I'm surprised. And happy. Not sorry," she said, smiling as she looked into Galen's eyes with as much sincerity as she could muster.

The empty feeling that had suddenly appeared in Galen's gut evaporated at Ailah's words and he relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief that made her shiver so lightly that he wouldn't have noticed if his tongue and mouth hadn't still been touching her. With the momentary heartache gone, he noticed his own hardness again and, a little disappointed, he said: "So we're done?"

Ailah inhaled, the motion of her thinly covered chest catching his eye, and she said placidly: "Just for now. I-" She trailed off, her face becoming thoughtful. "Oh," she said, considering him for a long moment, and her expression slowly shifted, turning an odd mix of mischievous and nervous. Another whiff of her scent made his stomach flutter and he held his breath as she spoke, her words matching her expression: "If you're ready. Then... I haven't ridden you in ages."

He blinked and it took him a moment to recall that he'd grown much faster than her at first and that she'd resented having to exchange him for a horse when she caught up and her feet started dragging the ground when she rode him. Then the words really sank in and his cock throbbed against the softness beneath him.

With a little reluctance, he lifted his head from her and said breathlessly: "Are you sure?"

She licked her lower lip, a quick, nervous movement, but her voice was sly when she said: "Be a good boy and roll over."

Galen readily did as ordered, letting his head fall back so he could keep his eyes on her. The movement let his cock stand erect again, looking almost more engorged than before. Ailah felt her heart beat nervously against her ribs, but without hesitation she stood up. She could feel Galen's stare rake over her and flushed with joy at his rapt, almost ravenous and definitely anticipatory attention, even as she also felt a silly urge to cover herself. With three quick steps, she was standing over him, her feet sinking into the madras on either side of him but then she hesitated. The morning had taken a completely crazy, if wonderful, turn, but what they'd done so far couldn't compare to what they were about to do. It was a whole other line to cross, though she knew better than to fear that anyone in the future would be able to tell that she wasn't a virgin.

She looked down at Galen, whose expression told her that he was thinking along the same lines. Feeling terrible for doing it, she said: "Why are we doing this?"

In the lower edge of her vision, she could actually see him shrink at her words and his ears and expression both showed his sadness. A glint remained in his eyes though and the way he held her gaze stopped her from prompting him for an answer.

After an agonizing number of seconds, he said, voice steady: "You are my best friend in the whole world. And as crazy as it sounds, I find you the most alluring creature too."

The words didn't make her blush, but only because her face was already as warm as it could get.

"I know I've always loved you. But I didn't really realize it was like this before today." He chuckled weakly and added: "Though I have never been able to keep my eyes off you."

The joy that bubbled in Ailah's stomach froze into ice when he turned his head away and said, in an utterly despondent tone: "But I can see that this probably isn't a good idea for you."

His obvious pain made her stomach clench in sympathy and her hesitation was burned away by sudden determination. She went down on her knees, so fast that it was almost a drop and Galen's gaze snapped back to her as she lowered her hips, pressing her wet lips against his hot cock, pushing it against his stomach.

She put her hands on his chest, feeling his smooth fur and small nipples, and the rapid beat of his heart. She leaned forward and kissed him softly and when she opened her eyes, she saw something fragile and awed in his features. Something much more primal also made his cock twitch against her and the sensation made the words she had been about to say catch in her throat for a second before she recovered.

"I love you too. And you are magnificent." She slid her hips a little forward and back again, breathing half a sigh at the feeling and added, the sly tone back: "Feels like we both want this, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Galen said roughly. The confidence was returning to both his face and his posture, his front paws moving up underneath her gown, coming up to rest like warm, rough weights, on her hips. "Take this off," he said. If there hadn't been nervousness in his voice, it would have sounded like a command.

Ailah quickly did as he asked, sliding the soft fabric over her head and ignoring the twinge of an urge to cover herself. Rather, she felt her smile widen at the silliness of the thought, because after what she'd already showed, it was an afterthought really.

Galen greedily watched as Ailah revealed more of herself, his gaze running up over her smooth belly to her soft breasts, alighting on her dark, hard nipples. He pushed his hips up a little, feeling a shiver run up his spine as his cock moved against her wetness and his thighs brushed against her soft, silk-covered legs.

Ailah smiled at him, eyes shining. She placed one hand on his chest and the other ran between her legs. She didn't grab him, as he'd expected, but instead put three fingers on him and pushed at him as she raised her hips. He felt his tip brush against her, moving slowly against her contours and then she stopped.

His heart was pounding, his cock throbbing almost painfully against her warmth. For a moment, they were still, frozen in the moment and then, catching his gaze, Ailah lowered herself slowly onto him.

He pressed into at once yielding and squeezing heat and his body went rigid from the sensation, his mind afire with the feeling of wetness around his cock. Her mouth had been amazing but this was different, wrapping around every inch of his cock, and he had the oddest thought that it felt like they'd been made to fit together. He wanted to thrust quickly and violently up into her, but the sane part of his mind kept him back and he nervously watched Ailah for any hint of discomfort.

Ailah breathed a long sigh as she slid down onto Galen's cock. The throbbing, hard heat of it was intense as she took him inside her, reaching deeper and spreading her more than her fingers had ever done. She'd expected pain, she'd heard and read about it, but there wasn't any, not really, only the new, strange feeling that she was focusing so hard on that it might be described as close to pain.

It took her a long, enjoyable moment before she hit the knot closest to his body and only then did she notice her need for air and take another breath. That made her even more aware of the cock inside her and she was abruptly very, very aware of every little motion both of them made, even while both her and Galen were trying not to move.

Breathing carefully, she said, in the slyest tone she could manage: "So, how does it feel inside your princess?"

Galen didn't answer immediately. His body was rigid beneath her and she could feel his strength in the heavy weight of his paws on her hips and the tense muscles under her thighs. His eyes were half-closed, but she could see that his pupils were huge and his heavy breathing was as careful as hers.

"Wonderful," he said, in a rough, half-dazed tone that she was really beginning to like. She almost didn't let him finish the word before she lifted herself from him. She moved slowly, savoring the feeling of his member sliding against her, as she pressed down again, the feeling as he spread her. The gasp that her movement provoked, almost a whine really, was almost as thrilling as the expression on his face and she slowly increased her pace.

Galen's breath came in heavy pants as Ailah moved. Every time she came down on him, the feeling of her hot sex closing around his cock sent hot shivers through his body and his muscles tensed. The part of his mind that wasn't completely focused on his lower body was dedicated to the intoxicating scent of her arousal and sweat and the sight of her. Drops of sweat were appearing on her tan skin, her perfect breasts were bouncing a little with her movements and her messy dark red hair was framing her expression of delight and lust.

Finally recovering enough from Ailah's actions, Galen pushed on her hips, exhaling quickly as he allowed himself to thrust his hips upward. For a moment, the pleasure doubled, as his movement pressed his cock more against her, but then, in his second withdrawal, he pulled too much and with a wet pop, he came out of her.

Ailah gasped as Galen pushed into her suddenly, seeming to light a line of pleasure along her inside, but then, he abruptly vanished from her, leaving her feeling surprisingly frustrated. His must have been about as big, because he actually let out a growling sound and his paws pushed down on her hips.

"Wait," she admonished him. It took a second longer before he eased up on the pressure and the impatience was clear on his face, though his ears made it obvious he was worried too. Before he could speak, she found him again. Her fingers closed around his slick, hot cock and a spike of warmth ran through her as she realized that was her wetness mixed with his. Quickly, she lined him up again, and sat down on him, reveling in the feel of him entering her again.

Instead of moving immediately though, she leaned forward, placing both her hands on Galen's chest, her face hovering just above Galen's and said: "Try again."

Galen didn't need to be told twice and immediately began pushing up into her while she simply kept herself steady. It was odd and it took her a dazed moment to realize why, but his movements felt different than when she'd been the one moving, each slow thrust sending another tremor of pleasure through her body as he slowly gathered speed. It was the slight uncertainty, that it wasn't her who did the moving, that made it different, as well as the change in how he pressed inside her pussy, and her increasingly fast movements made the familiar tension begin to build in her body, gathering above Galen's cock. Her fingers dug into his fur while her eyes stayed locked on his, their breaths mingling as they panted.

She was about to start moving herself, but instead, she steeled herself and murmured: "Slow down."

Galen let out a low growl at Ailah's words. His groin ached with pleasure and tension as he thrust into Ailah's sweet warmth and it seemed like all he could do not to let all reason fly and pound away as hard and quickly as he could, but with a seemingly enormous effort, he slowed.

Ailah didn't seem to mind his mildly irritated glare. She just smiled, a wicked, slightly open-mouthed expression that got his heart beating even faster and then she began to move, coming down to meet him. He forgot whatever irritation he'd felt as they managed to match their movements and he plunged deep into wet, wonderful tightness and almost entirely left her, going faster with every thrust, the pressure building and building in him.

Ailah watched Galen's expression slowly change as his movements became more desperate, his expression tightening with effort, his eyes searing into hers. Her own breathing was becoming more ragged and as she rolled her hips, her own excitement tightened further, both from the new sensation as Galen's cock slid around her in a new way and half from the obvious reaction Galen showed, shuddering beneath her.

"Ailah," he gasped breathlessly, "Ailah."

Out of breath herself, she talked over his panting. "Are you going to cum, boy? Cum, hot and messy, inside your princess?"

She could feel him pulsing inside her and her own tension grew in response, but she could feel, to only slight disappointment, that he wasn't going to hold on long. She didn't let up though, keeping her almost frenzied pace, delighting in his cock, the heat of his body and gaze and his obvious, urgent need. Lowering her voice to a panting purr, she said: "Cum, boy. Cum for your princess!"

Galen' tongue came out, running over her lips and slipping briefly into her mouth, wet and hot and she sucked on it until she had to withdraw for breath.

"Cum," she panted and pressed down even harder on his throbbing cock. "Cum for me. Fill me."

Suddenly, she felt something press hard against her opening. Her eyes widened but she didn't stop her downward movement and her lips parted to allow something much thicker than before into her. It spread her pussy wide, warm and smooth, and her ass came down far enough that she brushed against Galen's balls. The odd feeling of exposure and being so completely filled sent another shock up through her and her pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

Galen groaned as his and Ailah's movement pressed him completely into her. Her opening yawned around his knot before closing around him again, soft and tight at the same time and though her face and gasp showed her surprise, he didn't see any discomfort.

"Cum in your princess," she moaned, rolling her hips and her words and the sensation of her squeezing around against his entire cock made the tightness in his body, concentrated around his groin, abruptly come apart in a wave of shuddering, electrifying release as he spurted inside her.

Ailah felt him pulse inside her and small shocks of pleasure spread through her as she felt his hot, thick seed shoot into her. His body spasmed beneath her, his hips flush against her legs, his muscles tense and hard against her. His breath caught in his chest, something she could feel through her fingers and his face tightened with obvious pleasure. But despite the thrill she got from experiencing his orgasm, a small, frustrated bit of disappointment also made itself known. Her own sweet tension was still tightly wound and Galen's movements almost stopped as he came.

With a groan, she pushed herself up from him, quickly pulling her hands to her body, one going down to her clit, the other trailing up her body, along spots that heated under her fingers. She was close and her movements were quick, almost desperate. She massaged her left breast with more force than usual as her other hand stroked circles over her clit and she rolled her hips a little to feel more of him. Her movements squeezed her pussy even tighter around the still engorged knot, which tugged at her instead of slipping out as she moved, and all the sensations made her shiver.

The pressure built and built while she worked desperately, looking down at the enraptured Galen, feeling his warmth beneath and in her. His paws came up on her hips and she felt his claws dig into her skin, another dizzying sensation, this one just short of pain, as he aided the small movements of her hips. His eyes raked over her body before catching hers, dark with lust and he said hoarsely: "Cum, sweet princess. Please cum. Cum, my Ailah."

A few desperate seconds later, her breath caught as she climaxed, the release rolling through her in a series of shudders that made her curl a little in on herself. She clenched around him and she could have sworn he grew again and her hips trembled against his legs as she kept rubbing herself, reveling in the orgasm as she slowly let herself fall forward.

As the last shudders petered out, she settled against Galen's chest, her head just below his, enjoying the feel of his fur, soft and smooth against her flushed, sweaty skin. Absently, she noticed that he wasn't coming out of her, but was instead pulling at her, but she didn't mind the feeling of still being filled.

Galen savored the feeling of Ailah's soft form against him and the wonderful, and oddly satisfying feeling of still being caught inside her, feeling soft pulses against his cock and her breathing against his chest.

"Thank you," he said, voice still hoarse and flicked out his tongue to lick Ailah's cheek.

Ailah blinked and raised an eyebrow. There was a bit of her usual teasing in the expression, the playful suggestion that he had done something worthy of mockery, but her flush and the fact that he was still inside her made it slide off him like water. "You're welcome," she said slowly.

After a moment, it seemed her curiosity got the better of her and she asked. "What exactly are you thanking me for?"

This time it was Galen's turn to raise his eyebrows. He ran his paws up her sides and round her back, embracing her. Quietly and earnestly, he said: "For you. You said you love me."

Ailah kissed the side of Galen's mouth. "I did. And I amply proved it, I think," she said, and wriggled a bit, feeling the glob of his cum inside her. Voice bright and deceptively sweet, she added: "I'm your bitch now."

Galen sounded like he choked for a moment, but Ailah knew him well enough to only smile at his surprise. "I don't, that's not a word I'd use-"

She interrupted him, voice still slyly sweet: "You've treated me like one, haven't you? You're even locked inside me like you would in a bitch."

"I don't know," Galen hedged. "I've never-"

Ailah let out a low laugh. "I know more about either of our kinds' ways. I should have guessed. You've really never? The bitches in the kennels are beautiful."

Galen actually snorted at that. "They're also stupid. It'd feel wrong. They don't... They don't think. Not in the way we do at least. And I want you."

Ailah felt a little pang in her chest at the undertone in his voice. She'd never really thought about that, that he was the only one they'd seen in decades. She hugged him and said, a little less brightly than before: "Well, you have me. A princess bitch. Who you can fuck and have an intelligent conversation with."

"Occasionally," he said, his eyes mischievous.

She swatted him. "Less of the former if you keep saying the latter."

Galen felt his heart soar and he truly couldn't believe she was still saying that. "We're really?"

"Yes," Ailah said when Galen trailed off. "I want you. And we're always together already. We'll just enjoy it more. And squeeze in some fun when we're alone."

Galen nuzzled her, one paw running soothingly along her back. "Speaking of squeezing," Ailah added. "If you've never- Do you know when you- When you can pull out?"

Galen rumbled a laugh. "Yes, I do. It'll take a little while." A little worry crept into his tone as he continued: "Might want to cover up, just in case."

Ailah considered for a moment the sight they presented to any unlikely visitor and bit her lip for a moment, pondering. Maybe she should move some mirrors into the room. But he had a point and despite the heat and the pleasant feeling of her skin cooling slightly in the open air, she grabbed one of the sheets and tugged it up around them both.

"No-one was supposed to come by today," she said, speaking the words almost into the crook of his neck. "Why'd you come barging in?"

"Oh," Galen said. Excitement colored his voice: "I passed the final tests today. I'm officially your bodyguard and, I was about to say cup-bearer, but, well, I'm supposed to sniff out all threats."

"That's perfect," Ailah said, delight in her voice. "You'll never have to leave my side. And when I'm queen... I'll figure something out."

Galen felt a bit of worry roil in his stomach, but he found it easy to push it down, with the weight and scent of Ailah heavy on his senses. His eyes widened a bit when he noticed that he was growing a bit again and Ailah's shuffle told him she'd noticed too. Her words confirmed it.

"I think that's enough for right now," she said, the smile audible in her voice. With mock worry, she continued: "Is it ever coming out?"

"It'll come down. It came in, didn't it?" Galen said. "I'm more worried that I'll get noticed. I might have a hard time keeping it down now."

Ailah smiled into his fur. "We'll deal with it. Maybe we'll just have to relieve you often." Her eyes rose to catch his, gleaming wicked promise. "I think I like that idea. Your princess bitch may be in heat."