Loona and the Stolen Sense-Feather - Chapter 8: A Touch of Lust
#8 of Loona and the Stolen Sense-Feather
Summary: Loona is tasked to retrieve an important magic item belonging to Stolas from Reynard the Trickster. She finds him in the misty woods of Limbo, where she is taught how agility and trickery can beat out brute force. However, this isn't the only lesson she learns...
I've been a writer for quite a few years, but this is the first story I've felt like I truly got right. If you enjoyed what you've read, it would mean the world to me if you would take the time to share it with one other person, and then ask them to do the same.
Chapter Notes: At last, the intimacy begins. The feather's magic reaches far and wide.
I'm really happy with how this portion of the story turned out. It really feels like they were able to make a connection, even if it's driven by their individual desires. What they have is certainly not love, but it does hold a healthy amount of respect. And that's okay, sometimes that's all that's needed to have a good time.
Chapter 8 - A Touch of Lust
Loona regards him with amusement and curiosity. His performance has been entertaining thus far, and she is open to seeing what else he has to share. "What did you have it mind this time, trickster?" She leans herself backwards, stretching her body out, then supports herself with her hands.
Reynard leans forward slowly, and rotates on his right paw to crouch at her side. He places a hand on her left knee and looks back towards her while holding the feather up. "If this is too much, do please let me know, dear Loona." She nods, and watches him closely. The feather comes down, brushing through her tail, swirling along both its topside and underside. It's that feeling of calm, a mellow pleasantness.
Reynard shifts left a step, and straddles her tail. His knees touch the ground, and the rest of him hovers above. She feels her heart race with the sudden intimacy of his position as he gazes down at her from between her legs. He brings the feather up, so she can see it, and then slowly he lowers it back down, moving it between her thighs, towards the base of her tail. Her eyes track it, and her heart thuds in her chest, loud enough that she can see the fox's ears twitch in response.
Time seems to slow down, her curiosity keeping her anxiety at bay. The feather connects with her body, poking itself underneath the tail-gap of her shorts, and colliding directly with the inner base of her tail. He swirls it lightly, the natural tickle of its barbs against her fur being the only thing she feels at first. Then, with a steady escalation, she begins to be awash in a feeling of pleasure. An image comes to mind of her tail bone being roughly massaged, fully encompassed and her butt fondled. Thumbs circling the flesh underneath, and dipping ever-so-close to her anus.
Alongside these thoughts, she finds her butt clenching and squeezing with the waves of the sensation. She lets out a sudden moan, soft at first, but escalating as the feeling manages to catch her off guard. "Ahhhn~, ahh_whoooah! Ooo~oohnn _yeees oh~... Mmmph!" Losing herself in the sensation, she thrashes her tail which rubs against something warm, and she suddenly remembers that she is in someone else's company, quickly becoming self-conscious. Still, the feeling leaves her pulsing, squirming with delight.
Careful to not overwhelm her, the fox ceases his motion and looks down with amusement at her bushy tail, wagging against his chest and thighs. He takes a seat and lets the hellhound regain herself, curious to hear her thoughts on this latest work of magic. "Well, what do you think?"
When the sensation fades, Loona finds her hand drawn to her stomach, brushing against her belly's white fur and aching to slide into her shorts and continue the thrills. She looks back at her dance partner, and measures the comfort level of that thought. She's been burning to indulge herself all day, and while Reynard is not a picture of ideal fantasy, his charm has been slowly winning her over. With a bit of forced confidence, she gives her reply to his advance, "Hmph, to hell with it. Alright Reynard, you win. Show me what this feather can really do."
His eyes sparkle and shift, and his ears flutter with pride in her recognition. His whiskers wiggle slyly before giving his response. "As you wish, miss Loona. I guarantee your satisfaction." With these words he pins the feather in his ear and grabs her paw. He glides her legging the rest of the way off, taking the time to wipe the paw clean, flossing away the mud between her toes caused by his earlier trap. With one clean, he moves to the other, pampering it in his natural touch, rubbing the space between the pads and stroking the top of it.
As he pampers her paws, she busies her mind by flicking him with her tail, drawing it along his chest and neck. Reynard moves forward with sudden quickness, coming nose to nose with the suddenly bashful hellhound. He drags a claw of his right hand across her bellybutton, slowly upwards, locking eyes with her as he does so. When it reaches cloth, he continues further, stretching the fabric underneath a curled finger and pulling even further up. With a sudden plunk, the weight of her breasts is released from their cups, spilling out into the tepid forest air.
Her heart thunks loudly against her chest, and the suave trickster guides her right hand to her shirt's edge to take the place of his claw. She holds it there, and his own right hand moves to caress her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb and stroking down her side until it rests on her hip. With his left hand, he grabs hold of the Sense-Feather, and drags it slowly across her right side, inwards and upwards. "The feather can also be used like this. The sensation it makes doesn't have to be intense. It can be mild, delicate." His voice is soft, almost a whisper.
Loona twitches some as the feather drags its way through her fur. "Heh... Ee-hee... Ooahh..." Small spikes of ticklishness strike her, but nothing like the aggressive assault inflicted upon her before. Her abdominals flinch, and she can't help but giggle a bit, but it manages to feel pleasant. The feather makes its way down again, and her breasts shake slightly from the mild thrashing. "He-hee-heh~... Oo~oo..!" She leans forward, sitting up and flexing her bare paws into the grass. Feeling a bit silly just holding it up, she pulls her shirt all the way off, and tosses it to the side, puffing her chest out.
"A lovely pair of moons you have, miss Loona," Reynard whispers softly as he guides the feather back up and towards them. Her thick nipples, standing proud and begging for attention, are soon met by the feather's magical touch. He swirls it around her left breast, closing further in to the tender greyish pink center. This time, instead of a tickling sensation, it's one of warmth and stimulation. Starting with a low intensity, he flicks the tip a few times and switches sides. While he performs a similar task with her right side, his right hand slides back up to the left breast, tugging on the nipple and then caressing her tit as a whole, pushing upwards on it and gripping it.
Before turning up the heat, he leans in and licks both nipples with a long and wide motion of his tongue. Loona swallows hard and runs her right hand through his fluffy scalp. He comes away, and moves his right hand to her shoulder, looking her in the eyes. She thinks for a moment of kissing him, licking his chops, shoving her tongue down his throat, but instead just swallows again. The feather returns, with a warmer sensation. The addition of real moisture changes the sensation, evolves it. Her left hand moves under her shorts and underwear, where it meets her clit with delight. Reynard, with his hand on the same shoulder, can feel her muscles flexing as she slowly strokes herself.
Changing it up, he switches the illusory temperature to cold. Her nipples tighten further as if an ice cube is being rubbed against them. "Ohh~, hmmmff!" Her hips gyrate, the playful fox kneels between her legs, inches away from her inner thighs. The feather jumps from side to side, at times feeling like ice, others a pleasant warmth. Among the rapid switches, Reynard moves again to moisten her nipples, this time using more than just his tongue. He grabs at each breast with his pointed muzzle, giving a tug and suckle, treating them both equally. When he pulls away, Loona's fervor has climbed to a point where she can no longer resist.
She wraps her right hand around the back of his head and pushes him into her muzzle, starting with a single small kiss, but quickly demanding more. Her tongue dives in. Her motions are rough, unpolished, but zealous. She is enveloped by his smells, feeling for the first time the lust that he has kept bottled up in her presence. She massages his left large ear, and wiggles her body against the feather's touch as she continues to move her fingers in a circle atop her clit.
Reynard, still partaking of the hellhound's dancing tongue, begins to tug on the waistline of her shorts with his left hand. Her nethers a simmering mess, she obliges. Breaking free of her hold on his lips, she lifts her hips off the ground, and Reynard shuffles backwards slightly. He grabs the back and tugs, shuffling the shorts loose with her mutual assistance, sliding them off of her feet as they are dragged into the air.
What remains on the hellhound are her black lace panties, contrasting beautifully against her white and grey fur, and her spiked collar. Taking a moment to visually tease the fox, she thrusts her hips high, athletically placing her panties near his muzzle. Seeing it as a challenge, however, the fox turns his head on its side and places their narrow bottom gently between his teeth and begins to pull.
Loona flinches in surprise, as his moist nosepad brushes against her thigh. Not wanting to see him tear her expensive underwear though, she goes along with it and with a small bit of coaxing from her end, they slide off and dangle from his maw as he quietly proclaims triumph. "Come here, you trickster." She motions him closer, and begins to take off his vest. She runs into trouble, however, when the damage from her earlier strike prevents it from functioning in a normal way. "...Sorry about your suit, brush tail." She knows the cost of good clothes, and does feel bad.
He smiles softly in return, and makes it into a joke to take her mind off it. "Not at all, lovely Loona, 'tis the cost of doing business sometimes, that's how these things go." Unsheathing his sword, he catches the edge of the gash and slices downward, removing it the easy way. "An excellent strike, too, I might add. Why, you almost had me there!" He resheathes his cane and tosses it into the slowly building pile.
They take a moment to observe each other before returning to their fun. Reynard's bare chest is a dense field of white, with and edge of orange and red. Below, she can make out a thickness between his legs, and her heart again races as she thinks about the effect her actions are having on him. Meanwhile, Reynard takes in the full figure of the lady hellhound, with a similarly white display taking front and center, fluffy chest edged by a cool mid-grey. Peeking from under an especially bushy tufting of white is her flower of flesh, its tone similar to her nipples but with a bit more dark pink to it.
Suddenly feeling a bit flushed from her forwardness a moment ago, the hellhound rolls onto her knees to face away from the fox. She mutters a barking order to the trickster to hide her embarrassment. "Yeah, yeah, get back to the feather fun, Reynard. I'm going cold over here." She lifts her tail and stretches her rear into the air. Her vagina lays itself bare and begs for attention, and the trickster fox, of course, has no complaints.