A Little Colour (Chapter 3)

Story by MaeveTheFox on SoFurry

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#3 of A Little Colour

Well and truly alone now, Jayce and the mysterious vixen can really get to know each other. Be on the look out for Chapter 4 coming soon!


The reverie was broken as her paws brushed his waist before dextrously meeting to unclasp his jeans. She sank to her knees, lowering his pants as she went, before slipping them past his heels and under his paws. He stood over her, laid fully bare, his tip slightly exposed and glistening from the earlier stimulation. She looked up at him, sapphire eyes turned to amethyst in the light. The hunger in them sent his heart on a thunderous cavalcade, forcing him to breathe deep for risk of fainting. He stepped forward, her invitation clear as she craned her neck towards him. He began to stiffen as her muzzle brushed his velvet sheath before her probing tongue slid the rest of the way, curling around his tip. Her warm breath played over him as she took his length within her mouth, closing her lips as best she could around his girth. Jayce moaned freely now, resisting the urge to thrust deeper into her throat and was rewarded as her tongue spoke as secret language just for him. He reached down, meshing his fingers into the fur beneath her chin and lifting her face so that she gazed up at him, one eye obscured by the spill of her hair, the other misted with lust. Her tongue slid along the bottom of him, covering her teeth and paving a soft path away from his reservations. He thrust into her once, then again and again, sliding along the glistening curl of her tongue, causing a small rope of drool to drip towards the floor. His other paw reached down, gripping locks stained violet to steady her as he plunged himself into her throat with abandon. Ears falling slack, his head tilted back as a howl built in his throat to match his growing knot as sensation consumed him. Sensing he was close to surrender, the vixen tightened her jaw just enough that her sharp teeth would slow him without doing any real harm. His hips ceased their motion and he stared down at her, tongue lolling out as he sucked desperately for air, paws releasing her to fall to his side. She shook her head as much as she could with her mouth as occupied as it was, then slowly pulled away from him, tongue extending to maintain its warm wet embrace as long as it could. Jayce shuddered as her touch left him, a pleasant tightness filling his stomach as he watched a trail of saliva fight to keep them connected for a moment longer.

Rising fluidly to her feet, she backed towards the bed, beckoning him on with downturned eyes. Reaching the edge she sat, tail curving forward to rest on the thigh of her slightly spread legs. Jayce watched in awe as she stretched her lithe form, her back arching as a paw wandered up her belly to grasp her own breast. The other ran up her leg, gripping her dress as it went, slowly lifting it higher. Her knees turned out as the dress passed her hips, guiding his eyes along the creamy fur of inner thighs to the wetness at her center. She whimpered softly as one paw dropped down the silken fur of her belly to circle her clit before drifting deeper, exposing a sliver of rose with a come-hither motion that Jayce could not ignore. He dropped to his knees and crawled towards her, eyes fixed on the beacon she had lit. Reaching her, he brought his muzzle against her leg, nipping lightly at her thigh before rubbing his head against the side of her knee, allowing her fur to tickle his sensitive ears. Finishing the motion brought him to his destination, the heat of her pussy blazing against his face as the rich scent of her overcame him. He probed forward, cold wet nose brushing against warm damp lips, causing her to shudder at the sudden sensation. His paws shook with anticipation as they slid up the outside of her legs, curling his fingers into her fur as they came to rest on the top of her thighs. A sigh of pleasure escaped as Jayce's mouth opened, allowing his tongue to reach forth and explore her.

The taste of her flooded him, rich and sweet, with the barest hint of salty tang, turning his sigh to a rumbling moan. His soft tongue curved around one of her lips, saliva mixing with her own juices and dripping to the ground as he licked upwards, letting her anatomy guide him to circle her clit. Minutes passed as he teased her, tongue darting and flicking as she squirmed beneath his attentions. Something brushed his paw, and he lifted his fingers to greet it, her fingers wrapping around his and squeezing tightly. Taking this as a signal, he finally gave her what he knew she wanted, running his tongue across her engorged clit slowly and firmly. Her back arched and she gasped, the breath escaping her teeth joined by the merest suggestion of her voice, while her other paw shot down to grasp Jayce's wrist. She pressed herself down into him, hips tilting forward, carnal hunger pushing her to maximize her pleasure. He cupped her in his tongue, dextrously twisting it around her, eliciting moans at every turn. He circled her again before darting his tongue down, softly sliding to trace the folds of her flesh before returning once more. Loosening his fingers from her grasp he slid his paw beneath her dress, working his way up her body. The pads of his fingers left twisting trails on her tummy as they wound through her soft fur, guided by the undulations of her taut muscles as she writhed in pleasure at the attentions of his tongue. Brushing against the bottom of her breast, he followed the rising swell higher, his arm extending as far as he could reach, passing beyond her fur to brush a finger against the smooth skin at the peak of her chest. He circled it once before dragging a claw up the side of her pert nipple, relishing her shudder, then grasped it with a finger and thumb, first rolling the nipple between, then slowly squeezing, grip growing tighter and tighter. She yelped, high and sudden, and begin to grind her clit against his tongue more insistently, increasing the pressure and speed. Releasing the nipple he spread his paw, fingers carving furrows through the fur of her breast to envelop it briefly, giving a squeeze before sliding down her body to mirror the other in grasping her hips and holding her firm. Her frantic squirming, denied the use of her hips by his firm grip, made its way to her tail, which flicked and danced against his arm like orange flame on a sliver mountain, bathed in the sunset glow of the room. Pinning her tight to his muzzle, Jayce set himself to his joyous task, eager to repay the pleasure she had brought him with the rhythmic ministrations of his tongue. A sly thought entered his mind and his tongue slid down, parting her lips and pressing itself within her. At this her head fell back, ears slack, hair cascading onto the bed like a waterfall as she moaned freely. He returned his attention to her clit, his flickering tongue marching in time with the quivering shake taking hold of her thighs. Faster and faster, focus distilled to a single point of pleasure, then shattering as she screamed, body pitching forward involuntarily as she came. Her paws gripped the back of his head, pinning it in perfect place as she shuddered above him, gasping cries a symphony in Jayce's ears.

And suddenly it was over, her paws releasing their hold as she fell back to lay on the bed, panting softly as she fought to catch her breath. Jayce released her hips and sat back on his haunches, eyes wide and muzzle wet, scarcely believing the reality he was experiencing could be true. He brought a paw to the side of his face, absently stroking his muzzle while blinking his eyes back into focus. His vision cleared, settling on her as she shifted, rolling to the side and drawing her knees up to pull herself fully onto the bed, elbows bent, ebony paws resting beneath her head. Jayce sucked in a gasping breath, suddenly aware that he had forgotten to breathe as a burning filled his lungs. Chuckling, he rose to his feet and took two quick steps before laying himself gently beside her on the wine-dark sheets. One paw came to rest on her bare hip, while the other reached forward, tentatively entwining fingers in the flood of her hair, playfully twirling the shining strands. She reached a paw back, claw brushing his fingers, and he released his hold on her hair to meet their embrace. Squeezing his paw tightly, she tilted her head back towards him, and he inclined his to meet it, forehead pressing into her hair, a cyan curtain closing over his eyes and a wisp of citrus tickling his nose. They lay unmoving for some time, recovering from the mad rush that had led them to this point, each delighted by the pleasant presence of the other.