The Knights
Hello, before you read, I am in no way talented at anything erotic. This is my first time trying it, like Avin in the story. But please, let me know what you think and where and how I can improve.
10/31/1367
Lying in the tall grass, beneath three bright full moons, a tailless; shirtless male fox watches as a female gray and brown furred wolf straddles his waist. Her blue cotton blouse shifts in the breeze. Her tail gently wags as she leans forward to meet his lips, their muzzles interlock as her tongue makes its way in to dominate his. She gently rocks her hips against the crotch of his trousers, feeling him throb beneath with every movement; with every dominating kiss of hers. She pulls away and gazes into his emerald green eyes, a lust alight within them; his mouth agape wanting more. With a grin, the she-wolf slowly unties her blouse to show the cream colored fur that travels from her neck to below the hem of her underwear. Her heart beating fast as she exposes herself to him, a thrill begging her to continue. His breathing quick in excitement.
"Are these too small for your liking?" she asks fearing his response.
"Avin, you are a goddess incarnate." The fox pants as the wolf reveals her small breasts, "You're perfect in every way."
"Am I?" She asks coyly, "Perhaps I am not."
She stops rocking against him, a whine from the fox follows. The wolf smirks, leaning forward and kisses his neck. Slowly, she starts kissing down his throat, her lips dancing across his chest. The lips waltz across his white furred abdomen down to his trouser hem, a large bulge formed. Humming, she reveals his erect cock, standing eagerly for only her. She hesitates looking at it. Her hand shakes as she gently touches it with her fingertips, softly she takes hold of the throbbing shaft, her face bright red as she feels every inch of it, touching the head with a thumb. A clear liquid sticks to her thumb as she lifts it to examine the substance.
"Avin, are you a virgin?" he asks as she refocuses on him and moves her hand to the base of his member.
"Is that a problem?" She questions his, her hand rising to the tip.
"No, but I want you to be sure about this." He answers truthfully.
She smiles and leans her head forward, doing as the females did in her secret books. A fang grazes the top of his shaft causing him to panic.
"No teeth." He quickly says as she corrects herself.
Her lips wrap around his erect shaft, the fox groans in delight as her tongue dances across the tip. The fox puts his hands on the back of her head, gently ushering her to keep going. Her tongue rests on the underside of his large cock as she slowly lifts her head before sliding back down. The clear liquid coats her tongue in a sweet taste foreign to her. She continues moving her head up and down, taking more of his shaft in her muzzle with each descent, his cock begins to throb as she increases her speed, more moans of pleasure come from the small fox.
"Don't stop, Avin." He pants as she takes all of him within her muzzle, her tongue caressing every inch of him.
The fox pushes her head further down as he thrusts upwards into her muzzle. Grunting, he spills his salty seed across her tongue and down her throat. She gags and forces herself away, his warm; white cum dripping down her chin onto his waist. He sends more of his seed into the air across the top of her muzzle. She laughs in surprise and wipes her snout and muzzle with her hands. She looks at his dumb smile and thinks for a moment as he pants in pleasure.
"Am I convenient lay for you?" the wolf asks, turning her cocoa brown eyes towards the green eyes of the fox.
He leans closer; kisses her muzzle, "No. You are someone special."
"Do you mean that?" She asks, sounding more hopeful.
The fox smiles, "Of course I do. I love you, Avin."
Their muzzles lock again, the wolf laying back as the fox takes control, her blouse opens to expose her small breasts to the cool autumn air, her fur stands on its end in the cool air. The orange fingers of the fox slowly travel to between her legs, they tease her eager lips beneath the cotton underwear and gently rubs. She gasps at the new sensation, never has she let anyone play with her like this.
The fox releases the kiss and copies what the gray and brown wolf has done to him. His lips travel down her neck to where he nibbles just above the left side neck base. The white lips of the fox meet her cleavage, he moves to the right and kisses above her heart, he begins to focus on her nipple and places his warm lips on it, causing a small moan from her. She watches in pleasure, squirming as his fingers continue to tease. Every teasing entrance to her eager lips making her restless.
His lips start kissing down her abdomen, and he slows his sluggish pace to tease her more. Her body yearning. His fingers stop their play and take hold of the hem of the cotton undergarment. He gently pulls her wet underwear away, careful of her soft; wagging tail. The cream colored fur between her thighs is matted to her as she eagerly waits.
He lowers his head, confusing her before she gasps in surprise. His lips kissing her thighs, purposely avoiding where she wants him to. He stops momentarily, letting her whimper, needing him to continue. He leans closer, listening to her shudders, feeling his warm breath on her needy entrance. Opening his muzzle, he licks her wet lips, feeling her shiver in pleasure. His tongue softly dances across her as he savors her sweet taste.
"Lunadai, Sigmund!" she pants as the new sensation drives her to want more, "Please! Don't stop!"
He obliges, a thumb resting on the once hidden nub above her entrance. His tongue slips within, feeling her clench around him. His thumb slowly rubs as he continues to taste her.
"Shya, no eyatia!" her Pralsian tongue pants in pleasure, "Ektain! Mihan os Shya!"
He continues rubbing, feeling her wanting to hold his tongue as he keeps tasting her.
"My... my love?" She hesitates, not wanting him to stop, "P-please, I want you. Claim me."
With a warm smile, the fox rises to his knees, his muzzle wet with her. The fox lifts her left thigh over his as he lines himself with her eager; wet lips. He is in awe at the strong wolf's body begging for him to fill her. He gently parts her, causing her to gasp in surprise at his size.
"It feels better than I could imagine." she whimpers as he stops midway into her, "Please... keep going... I want it!"
He continues until he hilts her, she whines as he stops deeper than her fingers ever could. Gently he pulls back causing her gasp in pleasure, his shaft throbs as he tenderly seems to remove himself from her, only his tip stays within. Carefully he pushes himself deeper into her causing her to moan.
"You're so tight." The fox moans gently thrusting into her.
She braces herself to her elbow as she wants to watch him. The fox leans forward, his teeth gently latch where her neck and shoulder meet. He bites until he pierces the skin beneath the fur, a trickle of blood falling. She moans and tightens upon him, her elbow gives way.
"Sigmund, no eyatia." she pants with his rhythm, her hips bucking to match his pace.
The orange right hand of the fox, runs up her side, cupping over her small; cream colored breast. He squeezes tenderly before running back down her stomach to her hip. The fox places her right leg over his left hip. He increases his rhythm, tilting his head back with a grunt. Avin howls in pleasure as the fox continues. The wolf pants her arms out stretched to find something to brace herself as she clinches.
"Sig... muh... I'm..." She moans tilting her down in ecstasy, her toes curling as her tail wags faster.
"Then cum with me." The fox pants, picking up his pace, his cock eager to spill into her again.
Thrusting again, Sigmund forces his cock into the wolf. He thrusts five more times before he cannot hold back anymore. She clenches onto him as his seed spills into her. She screams in pleasure, her legs twitch as she feels the fox's seed filling her, her eyes shut tight with a wide smile on her face. She opens her eyes and looks up to the fox, he lays his head on her cleavage and pants.
Stroking the top of his head she pants, "Gy shya o, Sigmund. Gy shya o!"
"Will you marry me?" he asks listening to her quickly beating heart.
"Mihan, Shya! A thousand times yes!" she cries out, her tail wagging.
"By the Gods, will you two shut up!" an old male shouts across the field, throwing a wooden pail at the two.
Pralsian translations
Mihan, Shya = Yes, Love
Gy shya o = I love you
No Eyatia= don't stop
Ektain = Fuck me
Muhan os shya = Yes my love
Lunadai = Six Lunar Goddesses