Paw Play

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Pleasing the Vixen's Paws

Verity groaned, the fennec fox's toes wriggling as she laid back on the sofa, though she was not alone there. With her pale tan fur, the points of her belly, chest and crotch a lighter shade than what would have been hit by the sun, if she had gone around in the nude on a daily basis, she was covered adequately from head to toe - but not enough to be decent naked. The folds of her bare pussy could be just about seen between her legs as she let them lie together, softly with the tiniest gap between them, along the length of the sofa.

Her large ears twitched as she giggled, the TV on, though Verity had not honestly thought that she was going to be there for long. She had tucked herself well enough down against the back of it, against the cushions, that she could have gone undetected, her thick brush tickling down against the sofa cushions. It swept back and forth lightly, only the base trapped under her rump, though she was quite comfortable where she was, entirely naked. The living room, if only that room, was more than warm enough for her, even if they had one of those funky systems that could only heat one room at a time. That had been the doing of her partner, however, in making sure that her home, while they were still dating, was as comfortable as possible for her.

The Gila Monster was a partner that few would have expected to find her with, though Xavier had been smitten with her from the get-go. Of course, there had been the problem of his venom for them to contend with when they were in such close quarters with one another, but Verity thought they had more than managed things over the course of their one-and-a-half-year relationship with one another. With yellow patterning over his black, leathery body, he was a lizard, even if a venomous one - and they had been taking protective doses of anti-venom to both neutralise his venom and build up her resistance to it, so it would do no harm if anything went wrong.

Of course, that was something that most anthros did, so it was not a concern at all to either of them in starting their relationship; it was only the rare few that didn't take care of their venom and, even then, they'd often need to have it neutralised if it was deadly. But that wasn't something for either of them to worry about, not as Xavier, nude but for his boxer shorts, hunkered down on his belly in the living room doorway, knocking the door shut with this thick, black tail.

Verity giggled, though the Gila Monster couldn't see her ears poking up over the sofa, even if he knew well enough where she was hunkered down. Even with an anthro body, the reptile did not grow any hair at all, leaving his head a little bumpy, faintly so, from the natural "bead-like" texture of his skin, which was due to having a tiny bone under every scales there, giving him the texture. There were other lizards like that in the world but none over where he and Verity were studying at their university, though they were coming up to their final months before graduation, everything on track.

"Heh-he..."

He knew he wound her up sometimes, but the fox didn't seem like she was in a grumpy mood and his long tongue lashed out darkly, slapping against the side of his muzzle as the lizard scented the air.

"Oh no," she called out. "I hope a Gila Monster doesn't come and tickle my toes!"

He could have laughed aloud, but still managed to hold up the pretence and the play that he was going for. Of course, she knew he was there - and, still, her acting was terrible. But Verity didn't have to be anything of a good actor at all, no, not when it was the two of them together. Besides, she was studying Ancient History and was already set up in a museum locally to work and kick start her career afterwards. He could have sat and listened to her talk about whatever interested her, any ancient history or even more recent history where new discoveries especially were being made, for hours upon hours.

Okay, so maybe Xavier was just a little infatuated with her, but that was not to be helped. Especially not as he slunk his way across the living room carpet, belly scales brushing the beige, though it was just rented accommodation. He would have preferred tiles or wood, but beggars couldn't be choosers when they were still at university together.

Yet she still laughed when his head appeared over the edge of the sofa where her hind paws were, so small and so delicate with the fluff poking out between her toes. That was an adaptation that, in ancient times, would have given her ancestors a better ability to withstand the heat of the desert. It could still be seen with the fennec foxes that had not evolved like anthros of the world, though they could be a reclusive species sometimes too.

Verity giggled as Xavier's face appeared, his black-blue tongue flickering in and out with that sexy forked tip. She'd always liked that about him, though it had never been a defining feature at all of their relationship, no, not at all. Even though his yellow markings, signifying his venom, were striking. Everything about him just made her toes curl and her body sing with heat.

"Oh, no..." She murmured, lust rising within her, curling and twisting around the core of her being. "The monster has found me..."

He chuckled throatily, licking his lips with a wet smack as Xavier scented the air, need flowing through him, the edges of the slit that held his shaft back plumping up ever so slightly to part. But that could come later. After more than a little paw play for his cute vixen...

"And you know what that means..." He rumbled, though the words came out more ominously than Xavier would have intended them to. "You must submit to having your feet worshipped, cutie-fox. Prepare for no mercy!"

Okay, so perhaps he wasn't the best actor of all either, but it was all worth it as he scuttled in and sensually curled up from the ground, as if the laws of gravity did not apply to the Gila Monster with the angle at which he curved his body. But he was only interested in licking her feet, in doing what she had covertly suggested to him at the beginning, his tongue dancing over and playing with the fluff of her hind paws. The fennec fox giggled and flinched away from him, though that was only a subtle reflex of her body and not something, to be fair to Verity, that she could at all control. He would just have to apply more pressure then, to make sure that she knew that he was there, that her body did not have to allow such ticklish sensations, from a fluttering, light touch to something deeper and more sensual.

Verity moaned as his tongue wormed its way thickly across her hind paw, her fingers clenching and tugging at her ears.

"Ohhhh, Xavier," she cried out softly, wriggling and squirming with a light yip on the sofa. "That feels... Mmmm!"

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