FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

"God, it's so late..." Nick muttered as he fished out the key to the front door. It plopped out of his pocket and fell onto his palm, the small shield-shaped charm that hung from the key ring. "It's Dangerous to go Alone!" It read along the back. His thumb ran over the lettering, smiling. Skye's matching charm read, "Take this!" of course to complete the set.

The hallways were lit only by the calm, unwavering glow of lights posted in consistent intervals down the walls of the apartment complex. Each one lit the sphere around it, leaving small slices of darkness that Nick crossed through as he headed towards his own door, key jutting out expectantly.

"I wonder if she managed to stay up..." Nick thought to himself, referring to Skye's earlier promise to wait up for him.

"Babe, so so sorry. The store is a mess. I have to stay later, at least until this initial rush dies down and maybe through closing. We've had a huge turn out!" He texted, fingers darted across the phone before it disappeared into his pocket as another customer began demanding his attention, asking about the release and demo party happening.

"Stay as late as they need you, babe! I'll wait up!" She sent off, his phone giving a bzzt! From his pocket. Then, another vibration rocked in his back pocket: "Maybe I'll even prepare a you-survived-a-launch surprise! ;3"

The door handle gave a small wiggle, clinking gently as he carefully eased it open. Nick didn't want to make too much noise, especially if she wasn't still up. He carefully eased his shoes onto the rug before he started padding towards the bedroom. The bedroom door was partially opened, emitting a soft, flickering glow from inside.

Nick's nose twitched as he neared the edge of the soft, golden light that snuck out from the cracked door of the bedroom. "Mmm... cinnamon candles..." He tiptoed closer, listening for any rustling or tapping or the clicking of the controller, which was usually what he heard if Skye was inside waiting for him. Almost always he'd come in to find her, naked and silken, but hunched over the top of her gaming laptop with a look of fierce determination spread over her muzzle.

But, tonight, when the door swung open instead he found something utterly different. The blankets of the bed had been pulled up, crumpled upwards into a tube-like formation that supported Skye's sprawled appearance on the bed. Her head lay cradled in the squished down center of a downy pillow while her arms curled around the long, stretched out form of their body pillow that had been additionally beefed up by the blankets swirled all around it. On either side of the bed, the bedside tables were lit up with the flickering of large, squat candles with smells all vaguely spicy. A sensual aura of spiced cinnamon, vanilla bean, ginger, and faint notes of nutmeg and cardamom basked the room in this comforting, spiced atmosphere while the warmth glow of the candles only built on the soothing, yet erotic tones.

Skye herself lay fast asleep. She clutched to her cocoon-shaped pile of bedding and laid atop of it as thought it was Nick's chest. Her eyes were closed, partially hidden from view beneath the splay of her hair spilling over her face. The light caught on the notes of brilliant red, making her head shine beneath the flickering gaze. Her body lay on top of the comforter, not cuddled in as though she meant to go to sleep. On the side of the bed, Nick spotted a novel that spilled open with the bookmark still resting beside it.

"Reading... but she couldn't stay up," he surmised, chuckling softly. His eyes moved over her, realizing she'd dressed up for him. She wore a silken teddy in black. The straps on her shoulders were tiny, thin ribbons that just barely held the straining top up over her full chest that spilled into the see through lace of the bra cups. They were soft fabric, with a lace design covering over her nipples, but letting the bare fur of the rest of each breast show through. Then, it fell into a dress shape. Two small bows topped a slit that ran from one hip up to the underside of one breast. The sheer black fabric covered most of her torso, spilling down towards her butt, though it hooked on her hip and pulled up to reveal the skimpy g-string beneath.

Nick gulped, eyes washing over her entire body. Her toes reached towards the end of the bed with her long, bare legs spilling down over the comforter. Her smooth, lush fur had been washed, probably dusted with a scented powder that only added to the silken sheen. She lay rolled partially over, leaving her ass on full display. The two pert halves of her rump were bare, with only the small black string of her panties appearing on her waist line. Then, her breasts laid out on her chest where they were pressed and lifted up by the pillows bunched beneath her side.

The human shuffled a few more steps into the room. His eyes couldn't pull away from the sight of the red panda girl so peacefully laid out, waiting for him; but lost into sleep. Her fingers curled sweetly into the blanket, holding on loosely. The teddy that covered much of her torso. The black of the sheer fabric melted easily into the deep chocolate shade of her stomach's fur, barely even showing where the fabric ended high on her hips and showed the string of her dainty panties.

His eyes washed back, scaling back towards where her dainty feet lay together at the end of the bed. Nick crept up, keeping his feet light on the carpeting. Skye's feet were bathed in the same deep, dark chocolate shade of fur that covered most of her body. She had very subtle paw pads, only a shade darker so they melted into the rest of her fur. Nick's fingers raised, ever so lightly tracing up the smooth arch of her foot.

Her legs scaled upwards, bent slightly. The toned form of her calves showed, faintly outlined in shadows by the candles. Up higher, the curves of her ass began. The revealing panties let the juicy shape of her ass stand out exposed on the bedsheet. Nick could see the faintest hint of what lay between each cheek cast in her black panties, but his eyes hovered on her ass. The fur was smoothed, glittering with its silken shine in the dim light. Nick felt himself pulse inside the prison of his jeans, just once. "Damn-" he muttered, "Wish she hadn't fallen asleep. She looks... amazing."

His eyes swept higher, eyeing the small form of her her nipple pushing against the lace that obscured them from view. The thin fabric only case a small veil over her breasts, allowing him to see the dot of her nipple. The best part though, what made Nick's fingers instinctively clench together with the urge to grab at his sides, was the way the entire teddy strained to hold her chest. Her ample, full chest spilled over the edges of the breasts spot, but stayed enough inside so that they only looked fuller, generously filled the top.

Nick's fingers shifted, moving to her leg. He felt her soft fur whisk beneath his fingers. The contrast of skin on fur always awed him. The fur would tickle gently at his skin, feeling so soft beneath his touch. He traced up, moving up to where the brown shade turned into the coppery color just above her knees. There, he hesitated. His eyes clung to the curves of her ass. His shaft was growing, hardening at the sight of her, dressed and waiting for him in their bed. He bit at his lip. "Should I wake her up?" He asked himself, letting his fingers idly continue up. They caressed along the shape of her waist, following the smooth curvature up to her bare shoulders.

Tenderly, he brushed her hair to the side, revealing her face entirely to the dancing candle light. The glow illuminated her closed eyes where the thick lashes laid out over her cheek. She looked utterly peaceful, not a single noise or twitch coming from her.

"I couldn't... she looks so calm."

"But..." Nick looked down to her breasts. He couldn't help himself. His fingers eased forward, ever so gently scooping up the heft of her breast into his palm. The lace pressed into his palm, providing a subtle barrier to her breasts. His hand scooped up, groping one boob against her chest and feeling how it squished and flattened. His hand shifted, scooping towards the opposite side. He swept over the center of her chest, moving towards the other orb and then pressing the meat of her breast up into his fingers. A breath hooked in his throat, desperate for more.

Gently, one finger shifted the straps down her shoulders, letting her breasts force the fabric to fall away. Then, the bare fur of her breasts stood out. Each nipple perked up, hard and pink atop the otherwise dark expanse of her chest. They were both small stones, stiff and eager on her chest. Her breasts had swollen, only growing more with his rousing touch. "Mmm... she likes it."

His heart started to race in his chest, pounding forward into the rib cage. It felt so... forbidden and wrong to have his hands easing her teddy away from her while she slept so soundly still, but he couldn't help himself. He just needed a bit more of a peek, a few more touches since she'd waited so cutely for him. He bent over top of her, drawing his lips down to the nub of each nipple, flickering his tongue tip over the subtle little nub. She cooed in her sleep, but otherwise didn't move. Nick bit at his lip, huffing out a needy breath while his hands squeezed up her breasts. He kneaded them together, forming a hard crease of cleavage; and then, letting them drop and jiggle in the air.

His fingers pushed them backwards, feeling the gentle give of the soft flesh. His lips dotted kisses over her breasts, moving from one to the other and spattering the soft kisses over all of her fur.

His lips locked onto one nipple, starting to suckle. He felt the little bud of her nipple harden beneath his tongue inside the suction of his suckling lips. She gave the faintest whimper in her sleep, but other than that she was peaceful, almost angelic. Her innocence, coupled with the sensation of her nipples hardening to needy, stiff peaks inside his lips, only made the entire thing harder.

His fingers started to rub down the length of her stomach. Her fur was satin beneath his fingertips. The room was warm from the candles scattered around, but a cool breath washed in from the partially opened window letting in the taste of the night time and the kiss of a chill. His touch glided down her frame, moving to the juicy flesh of her ass. He grabbed an entire handful, squeezing her hard beneath his palm. A soft, wanton groan escaped his lips, eagerness starting to show through in how he squeezed her ass up, flattening it into his palms. His fingers kneaded the flesh, squeezing and rubbing and groping every square inch of her rump while his lips began to follow down.

Gently, his hands began to ease away from her ass and move instead to her hips. He caressed along the shape of those supple curves before he started to gently roll her over, revealing the front of her mound to him. Her lower lips were outlined in the dark fabric of her thin panties. He could see the slit of her sex where wetness was already soaking through, drawing a splotchy line down the length of her sex. He breathed out a sigh, suddenly catch her scent in the air.

She smelled like need. The smell was deep, almost indescribable in that it smelled like warmth. The smell of the spices from every candle in the room, comforting and spicy combinations the inspired heat on the tongue was the closest Nick could come to capturing what smell radiated up from her slit hidden beneath that veil of thin cotton. The smell triggered an instant pulse from his cock, hard as rock beneath her jeans and throbbing impatiently, and made his toes curl into the carpeting.

He bent down over her. His knees pressed into the edge of the bed, forcing out a faint, aging creak from the frame of it before his nose bent over the sleeping red panda. Two fingers whisked the thin fabric of her teddy top away to show the smooth expanse of her stomach. Nick's lips traveled down the center, leaving kisses down each step of her stomach before they reached the top of her panties. His nose rubbed down the dip of her sex where the slit began to draw the line between her lips. He felt the nub of her clit bump into his nose before he pressed himself to the smooth surface of her panties and took in a long breath. The scent of her filled his mind, letting him taste her on his tongue. "Oh.. Fuck-" He muttered, shifting his hands up. His fingers rubbed down her thighs, groping and squeezing impatiently as though by doing this he could practice some control, but it didn't last.

His fingers moved to her mound. He cupped one hand overtop of the shape of her sex, pressing into the hot surface of her clothed cunt with a deep, throaty groan. "Oh, I need-" He muttered, talking to himself senselessly as a finger began to trace up her slit. He rubbed her up and down, up and down. Time became unimportant, it stretched into nothing. He touched her, over top of her panties, in this simple, repetitive rub until she'd soaked through the thin cloth enough that his fingers pulled away damp with her juices.

"Oh God..." He grunted, suddenly grabbing her panties. He tugged them down her form, easing them away from her and watching as strings of her juices clung to her sex, creating banners from panties to crotch before the whole roll of panties was flung away, leaving her utterly bare.

His nostrils flared again, sucking in that scent of her in the air. It filled his throat, this thick, earthy mixture of musk and spice. He bent in close, loving how the golden glow of the candle light only made her pinky folds glisten more. She was flushed, hot enough to burn. Heat radiated off of her in waves. One hand, once more, cupped over her hot, bare cunt. His fingers curled into her skin, needily pressing his palm up to her. He felt her leaking, actually dribbling into his palm. Then, his hand drew away. One finger extended outwards, gliding down the oozing wet line of her slit towards the opening of her sex; but instead of entering her, he merely glided back up. The same, repetitive rubbing as he'd done over her panties he started to do again.

He relished every second, letting his eyes roam over the spilling softness of her breasts, watching the way they moved gently with every one of her breaths. He watched for the twitches in her hips as his fingertip grazed over top of the nub of her clit, just so catching it beneath the pad of his finger. He breathed in her scent, loving how it mixed in with the aroma of the candles in the room creating some sort of sexualized cookie recipe. The sweetness of her, yet the spicy notes of the musk was tantalizing with every breath. With his free hand, he tugged open the fly of his jeans and welcomed the springing shape of his already hard cock to throb into the warm air. He grabbed onto the base of his shaft, starting to idly stroke up his length while his finger rubbed along the sleeping panda's sex.

Her pussy drooled onto his finger, making wet squelched each time he started to press into the opening of her sex until finally, finally he let himself sink that digit into her. He felt her body instantly clench tight around him, silently welcoming him even while her face continued to stay utterly relaxed, peaceful as she slept. His finger started to pump into her, feeling how she griped around him with every smooth insertion.

"Fuck-" He muttered again, suddenly dropping down so that his nose grazed into her clit. His tongue stretched out, licking up from her opening to her clit. Her taste filled his mouth, deeper somehow in the back of his mouth while at the first contact of his tongue to that hot stripe of sex, she would taste sweet. He bent over her, instantly locking his lips over top of her sensitive clit. Then, he started to suckle. His mouth worked over that needy button while his finger bounced inside of her, rubbing into her g-spot with every motion backwards until her hips gave tiny pulses of motion. He could feel her, just starting to spasm inside. He felt her orgasm building. It was like a silent storm starting to brew, these faint markers noting its arrival soon, but none of the celebrations and noise. The room was utterly still, only these quiet whines escaping her sleep lips along with the wet noises of his finger and mouth working, but nothing else.

That was, nothing else until her orgasm hit in full blast. When she'd finally toppled off the edge, pussy spasming with mad bursts of clenching and a gush of wetness escaped her in a sudden squirt, Skye's eyes jolted open.

She moaned out, grogginess and confusion filling her usual moan of pleasure as she suddenly arched upwards. "Ooohhh.... Nick?" She whined out, shuddering as his head popped up from between her thighs. "Why... hello!" He replied, a bit unsure how she'd respond, but after a second he saw the hazy look of curious arousal cross over her face and he smirked. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

Skye opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, hand had grabbed onto her hips. Nick scooped her up, rolling her ass over so that she naturally flopped into a tired doggystyle with her cheek pressed into the pillow while Nick hauled her ass up towards him. Her sex was still drooling, leaking with neediness while his own cock pulsed impatiently. He shuffled up eagerly, pressing the head of his cock to her opening. She gave a little mewl, but Nick was already pushing forward. He pushed forward in one fluid motion, instantly filling her up. She gave a soft moan, easing herself backwards towards him. Her fingers curled into the bedsheet, suddenly awake and active as the nails curled into the bedsheet, threatening to tear through it as her face dragged against the soft pillow. Her head stayed low, but her butt perked up for him.

"I came home late, and you'd fallen asleep-" Nick started, voice low and gruff as he hunched over to whisper towards the back of her pointed ears. She whimpered at his words, already starting to blush.

"And you were laying here, all peaceful and perfect with that little thing on and your candles flickering-" He gave a soft groan in the back of his throat. "I came in and you were just clutching onto that pillow with your rump pointed right at me, all naked with just that skimpy pair of panties. At first, I just needed a look at you..." His hips had started to bounce into her, filling the room with the lewd wet sounds of her sex clenching around him, stretching out to compensate for the sudden girth of his cock filling her up.

"I just needed to gaze down at your hips and those breasts of yours, but then- Then I needed to touch. I just stole a grope, but your nipples were hardening. I wanted a taste." His voice deepened, almost gravely with impatience and lust at this point. His fingers gripped tighter at her ass, using her as his hand hold.

She gasped out, whining at him as her tail lashed through the air, folding up towards her hips. Skye's hair spilled back out over her back, tangled and messy from having been sleeping. Everything was a haze for her, having just woken up into an entirely different sort of cloudiness. She hung somewhere between the vapor of dreaming and the murk of an orgasm's afterglow. Pressing her mouth into the pillow, she gave a low moan, feeling his head dragging up against the wall of her sex and sinking in deeper and deeper with every thrust. Her breath started to hook in the back of her throat, coming out in gasps and moans instead of exhales. He grabbed for her hips, holding onto her as he started to go harder. Her ass bounced into his crotch with every thrust, adding the slapping sound of their bodies to the otherwise silent building in the middle of the night.

"Oh fuck..." She muttered, grabbing tighter to the bed as his own erratic hips started to go harder and harder. His lazy evening playing with her, building her up to this soaking mess that now flopped down in front of him, half aware as she silently begged to be fucked and offered up her cunt and ass plainly, had built himself up just as much. His cock pulsed with every thrust. His head pounded into her, getting as deep as he could without hurting either of them. "Uh.. Uh..." He panted, breath hot and heavy as he plunged into her. His entire cock was surrounded in heat, hot and all-encompassing. Every inch of his was hugged, clamped inside of this sexual oven while the head plunged the deepest, nestled down into the depths of her. With every thrust he felt her parting open for him, first the initial opening of her lower lips for him and then every inch down the way. Every little ridge inside seemed to move aside for his dick as he pierced himself into her, pounding her.

His hands clutched into the softness of her sides, using the hint of love handles there to grip her and pull her back to him. He felt Skye's body clenching around him, tugging him in. She had already cum once, meaning she was quickly veering towards another. In fact, her breath came in puffs. He could hear her every few seconds just gasping out a moan while her sex clenched tighter and tighter. First there was her usual amount of squeeze that came at will or when something struck that sensitive patch inside her. Second though came an additional level, a sudden lock down inside of her that seemed to milk him for all he had as she verged towards the edge of orgasm.

Nick rose up on his knees, puffing his chest out with a sex induce high as his hands held her tighter. He clutched onto her, staring down at the sight of himself fucking her. The perfect point of view to see himself piercing into the depths of her sex. Way, way in front of his was her head. He could see the tips of her ears reddening even in the dim glow of the candles. Her face was hidden, facing forward and covered by her spilling hair, but he knew she was blushing. Knew that flush was covering her cheeks all the way up to the tips of those pointed little ears. Her shoulders came next, tensed and clutching onto the bed like she was clinging onto something for her life. They bounced too, every thrust pushing back to him. Then, the long expanse of her back followed, all the muscles tensed and poking out, needy as she edged on orgasm.

Her ass followed, flaring out from her back with the cheeks bouncing off of him with every single thrust. Grabbing her, spreading her ass cheeks open, Nick stared down at the puckered hole of her ass and then her lower lips just spread wide and wrapped around his cock, swallowing him into their hold with every single thrust.

He gasped out, staring down at the sight of himself, coming out of her glistening and smooth and covered with her juices. With a sudden cry, Skye shoved herself back against him. Her entire sex clamped tight down on him, starting to internally spasm as Nick felt his balls churning.

He could feel her orgasm, crashing all around him before his own came following. A flood of white pumped into her, string after string of cum painting the inside of her as she gave a tired, whining cry. As he finished, he didn't even pull out. Instead, he merely shifted up. Once hand curled around her and hugged her back to him as he stayed nestled inside the ooey, gooey heat of her sex.

Then, with a soft tender kiss on her cheek, he let his eyes sink close. "Go back to sleep, baby. I'll tell you all about this in the morning."