Belated Bliss.
Sally rolled over, and stretched her body out under the covers. Bathed in soft, warm sunlight, the russet coloured vixen yawned widely. The last few days had been hectic for both her and her boyfriend Mike. While they shared the apartment they lived in, they had barely had a chance to spend time with each other, apart from a quick lick on the cheek, or hug every now and then. But now the whole weekend stretched ahead of her, and she hoped that Mike had been having similar thoughts to the ones she had been..
A coy smile drawing across her vulpine features, Sally slid a paw along the soft, warm sheet of the bed, between her thighs, and slipped a padded finger between her slick lips. Yes, it had been far too long; it felt as though she was coming into heat. She almost giggled as she thought of her last heat, and how torturous it had been for Mike, as she teased him endlessly. But this would be different, this wasn't full heat. This was the time she enjoyed, when it could be sensual as well as wild.
Sally breathed in deeply, inhaling the strong masculine wolf scent where her lover had lay beside her the night before. She shuddered as her exploring finger brushed roughly over her swollen clit, making her arch her back slightly. It was time to get up.
Picking up her discarded robe, Sally pulled it on over her soft, downy fur. Not bothering to tie it up, the vixen stretched again, and left the room to find her boyfriend.
The vixen sauntered from the bedroom, her tail carried high. Pausing only briefly in the kitchenette to make herself a cup of weak coffee. Her pert, black tipped ears heard video game noises coming from the lounge area. Lapping her coffee daintily, she padded her way across the thick carpet, to find Mike sitting on the floor in front of the couch, playing some strange videogame.
Sally stood, absently transfixed by the movement on screen; licking the milky substance of coffee from her lips. It seemed she must have made some kind of sound, for Mike paused his game and turned towards her, smiling warmly.
"Morning beautiful... Did you sleep well?"
His toothy smile made her insides clench, and she almost had to force out her reply.
I did sleep well.. I had you beside me..
Daintily, the vixen set her cup down on a nearby table, and stepped over the back of the couch, settling herself cross-legged behind the silvery wolf. Leaning forward, she slipped her slender arms around his strong shoulders, licking his cheek softly, and holding herself close to him. The simple action seemed to intensify the slickness between her thighs, and the vixen almost imagined she could smell her scent already. It seemed that her eagerness was more palpable than she might have guessed, for soon Mikes' tapered muzzle had turned and buried into her neck, and was growling amorously into her fur. His rough tongue smoothed down a patch on her cheek, and he nosed her playfully.
I guess I don't need to even ask if you might have wanted to play...
Mike's tail thumped twice on the carpet beside him, as he pulled back to admire the vixen's beauty. Her robe gaping open slightly, he could just see the gentle curve of her breasts, and the soft creamy belly fur. It closed subtly over her vixenhood, arousing his intrigue all the more. Mike could feel himself start to twitch; his sheath was already swelling, and he longed to hold the beautiful fox close to him.
Sally didn't need any further encouragement than that. She'd been completely prepared to convince Mike, if he hadn't been interested. The vixen slid her paws down the wolf's chest firmly, dragging her claws over his skin. Growling deep within her throat, the vixen completely submitted to her drive, grabbing his muzzle and locking hers sideways onto it; allowing their tongues to lap hungrily at each other. Sallys' paws began their descent of Mike's chest again, this time to continue down below the line of his boxers. Pushing her paw firmly but gently into his swelling crotch, Mike whined and groaned simultaneously, grabbing her paw and pushing it firmer into him. His wolven cock protruding from his sheath now, wettening the satin of his shorts. She slipped a paw into his boxers and grasped his slippery cock, stroking it firmly, encouraging it to grow. Tantalisingly pulling it gently, and stroking it's length, it grew thick, and hot underpaw.
Sally pulled back from their canid kiss, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth as she panted heavily. Staring mesmerised into Mike's deep eyes, she stripped herself of her robe, and sat back a little, legs splayed, so that he might appreciate her entire, naked, vulpine femininity. The wolf whined, licking the saliva from his jaws, as he gazed at the vixen's naked form. Her musk permeated the room now, and every breath he took of it seemed to cause his canid cock to lengthen more and more. Sally smirked, and drew a long padded finger through her slick femininity, twitching involuntarily at her own touch. Her actions only heightened her desire, and teased Mike more and more. She could see his cock fully erect, and straining the limits of his shorts. She could see the shadow of his knot, and yearned for it to be inside of her. Instead, she slid off the couch and kneeled over his lap, nudging her nose against his. Instinctively his paws grabbed the taut flesh of her rump, as she play-wrestled him to the floor, licking his cheeks and neck. Slowly she made her way down his chest, nuzzling and gently nibbling at all her well-known ticklish spots.
Pulling down the waistband of Mikes' boxers, Sally was rewarded with his long, pink wolven cock springing out at her. complete with perfectly rounded knot at the base, it was the epitome of everything a canid penis is. Hungrily the vixen licked at it, flicking the tip of her tongue over it's head, and slowly downwards. Almost wishing she could take it all in her mouth and suck, the vixen wrapped her long tongue around it's width instead; allowing it to slowly slide off. The wolf was whining vehemently now, his hips twitching. Before she knew it, his hindpaws were on her shoulders and holding her away. Freeing himself of his boxers completely, Mike positioned Sally on her paws and knees. Unsure exactly of what the wolf planned, the vixen leaned forward and held her bushy tail aside.
Warm, harsh breaths announced the arrival of the wolf's tongue, lapping softly at her velvet slit, and tasting her sweet feminine juices. Sally crooned softly, legs and arms soon beginning to tremble. The long, rough, dexterous tongue reaching into each tender and sensitive crevice. The vixens' breaths began coming harder and faster, and she wondered whether she would finish before she even got the satisfaction of having him deep inside her.
Looking back over her shoulder, she could see the hackles risen on Mikes' back as he furiously pumped his cock in one hand, snout buried deeply within her feminity. Whimpering softly, she drew his attention, as he looked up at her, nose glistening. No words were necessary; the wolf rose to his knees swiftly, and with a deft thrust, pushed his cock into her deeply. Both canids growled deeply, and then louder still as Mike pulled out, and thrust in again with more force. Sally arched her back obligingly, her tail stroking his firm chest, as he leaned forward and took hold of her scruff in his teeth, beginning to pound her with wild abandon. Sally grunted and growled with every thrust, her tongue lolling out to an almost obscene length. Her eyes glazed over in bliss as her dog filled her snatch, stretching it and pleasuring it. The wolfs' thrusts continued to intensify, and the vixen felt herself nearing the edge. She could tell it would be one of spontaneuity, and this tie would last the pair for several hours. As Mike grabbed at her scruff again, and wrapped his paws around her, the vixen began to yip, as each thrust brought her closer to the brink.
The wolf was in ecstacy, and could not hold himself off much longer. He knew that Sally loved to be teased when it came to orgasm prolonging, but he needed the release - his knot was going to prevent him from continuing if nothing else. As he prepared himself for the tie, he felt the bitch begin to tremble violently, and loose a series of yips. If he timed this right, she would cum as they tied. He tried to slow himself to slow, strong thrusts. Growling absently, and drooling over his mates' scruff, and thrust his long cock into her messy snatch. Once.. Twice..
On the third hard thrust, he let go of her scruff and let loose a long howl, as he forced himself all the way into her, and sealed the tie. Simultaneously, the vixen shuddered hard, and whined, as she came, clenching hard upon the wolf's cock buried deep inside her. Warmth spread through her as his seed spilled out of him, and into her.
His strong arms wrapped around her middle, just like she had been craving, and pulled her down to lie beside him, contentedly. His large grey paw stroked her face, her side, and her thigh. He tucked his legs up under her rump.
This was bliss.