All washed up
#3 of Foxy Lovers
I lifted the pie out to cool, the smell from it combined with the raw smell of sex and lust that filled the room was intoxicating.
Turning to my love, slowly lifting herself off the table I felt my need rise again. Watching her pick dough out of her fur though left me chuckling, "Does my dirty little vixen need a wash?" I asked, walking forward to gather my unresisting mate into my arms.
She leaned up and our muzzles met in a warm embrace, softly I mouthed, 'I love you' into her needy lips. She broke the kiss, "Yes I do need a bath, and you too if your this close to me." She said and it was then I noticed the feel of what was pressing against and flowing down my arm.
"We are going to need more than that, love, I fear we made a bit of a mess while baking." I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
She licked up at my lips as her lips departed, I shuddered as she made contact.
Carrying her to the door, which I hastily kicked open, I set her down on her feet beside the big tub. I reached for the little hand pumps, there was two, one would pump cold water strait from the well, the other would pull it through the hot stove first, combined it would make a most relaxing bath, sized for two.
Getting the water just how I knew she liked it, I saw her reaching for the small sack beside the tub, withdrawing a handful of dried flower petals and some shavings of pine wood and casting it into the tub. The scents that hit me as the heated water unlocked the bathing herbs was drowning out nearly everything else, nearly.
I took her in my arms again lifting her and stepped into the tub. As I lowered my love I heard a soft moan breath slowly from her as the water surrounded and relaxed tired muscles.
Laying a while, just letting the heat and water soak through our fur, I thought of all the other things I had planned for today. I was at a loss, nothing I could come up with would come anywhere near what had already transpired.
Her paw, as it made contact with my member, brought me back to the present, images of my lover on the ground being rutted by our large pet combined with her skilled fingers in bringing me to readiness in short time.
"Babe..." Was all I managed, her paws working me, massaging and groping my swelling balls, working their way up my length.
"This is for making sure I finished first." She said, reminding me of why I loved her so much, she always repaid her 'debts'.
Slowly, with much skilled work, she rubbed and caressed my maleness till I had my claws dug into the side of the tub, it wasn't before she took a firm hold at my base, pressed a claw against my underside and brought her paw up and down in three slow agonising movements, that I broke that dam, raising my hips involuntarily, thrusting into her paws.
Her lips met mine again, kissing and then licking again, as she knew I loved, my nose.
I helped her scrub clean, skimming some dirtied water off the top of the bath and pumping in some fresh, rubbing her and making her laugh and cry out when I found all the places I know she loved to have touched.
Realising my neglect of her person, I lifted her so that she was laying down in the shallow end of the big tub, her belly and chest submerged with her head resting on the padded edge of the bath, I slowly lifted her legs, positioning them over my shoulders as I got down lower, working my hands over her buttocks as I went.
The first lick of her entrance brought a soft moan to my ears, the second brought that moan to a a quivering end as she began to pant. I worked my tongue into her and around her entrance, occasionally nipping here or there, giving her other sensations to occupy her nerves.
I had my tongue deep within her, tasting the rich spunk of the warg along with her own juices, now flowing freely, when all her muscles clamped down on my at once, legs pulling my head in to mash my muzzle to her soft, furry mound, I could dimly hear her muffled cries, my ears were being covered by her strong thighs wrapped around my head.
My tongue was trapped for a few moments, by her muscles that so tightly contracted that I feared for the circulation in my foxy appendage.
Wriggling what length I could, I felt her grip tighten more and more, dragging her as far down the path her orgasm had started as I could.
Slowly, reluctantly, the pressure on my restrained tongue relented along with her grip on my head. I drew my muzzle out of her, startled at how I had managed to work the very tip of my thin snout into her depths.
I went back to my duties, cleaning myself off, and washing her more intimate parts of our latest messing.
"I think" She said at last, gasping in breaths, "you are off the hook for what you did earlier.".
I looked up at her. "Off the hook? My dear you owe me for that one, just look at the fur on my muzzle, its all pushed the wrong way! And my tongue feels dislocated." I mummed injury and drew a soft laugh for my trouble.
"All right then, you can have one thing, and one thing only, its your choice." With that, she climbed out of the tub, water sluicing from her form, her damp fur clinging to her curves, highlighting the deliciousness of her body.
Climbing from the tub as well, all ready and at attention, I paced around my damp love, surveying the territory, so to speak.
"Bend forward love, on your knees, like our pet had you." I said gently, encouraging her to play to the role.
And boy did she play.
She made the act of crouching seem like it was sex in and of itself, running a paw down to her groin as if it would steady her descent, the other lifting to cradle one of her breasts.
I gasped at the sight as she dropped to her knees, the paw at her neither-lips trailing up past her breasts, drawing the other with it to press down to the ground, she lowered her chest to the grass, raising her hips into the air, tail flagged to the side.
I let out a soft groan as I lurched toward her as though a puppet on a string, a string that she had tied up and clenched in her paw.
Pressing myself to her entrance, I mounted her, wrapping my arms around, gripping her breasts with my paws. I dug myself into her, slow at first, but starting to gain speed.
All of a sudden, a weight descended on my back, the warg had recovered and was ready for another round.
"Looks like someone is going to be well filled this time, love." She said, grinning over her shoulder.
I felt his meat, it was too low, pressing between my legs, rubbing harshly on my balls. If I let him realign, this could become uncomfortable for me, to say the least.
Just then, inspiration took hold and I used every ounce of strength to lean backwards, withdrawing myself from her silken folds. "Babe, grab on to something." Was all I managed to grunt out as I leaned forward again, burying myself into her tail-hole.
She gasped out loud, the muscles of her rear passage spasming around my length, thankfully the time spent bathing and partaking of her other hole had left me ready to make it a painless experience.
All of a sudden, as planned, the warg slipped farther between my legs to connect with her now winking open moist passage.
"Oh shit!" She shouted as the big animal drove his hips, and thus mine, hard forward, ramming us both home into her, filling her completely.
I tried to match his pace, tried to add something to the experience, but his heavily muscled haunches bunched and released, thrusting both of us in and dragging us back with a continual motion, nothing I could do would alter the outcome of this event.
Again and again he pumped, my foxy love just letting out one, staggering moan that would jerk in response to each motion in, and out.
I felt my limit approaching, had already felt my mate reach hers more than once, and with one last grunt I felt my shaft swell, my testicles burning as they sent their load down my shaft, spraying deep into her clenching rear.
But there was no rest, the warg would not be done, not for a while.
I whimpered as his savage motion kept its pace, forcing my, now tied, length back and fourth within those steamy depths, torturing my over-sensitive flesh.
His jaw reached down, clamping to the back of my neck, I had no control of this situation, I had given it all to him, I was his to work as he pleased.
He growled into the ruff at my neck as I felt his haunches stab forward harder than before, and I screamed in unison with my love as a second orgasm was torn from my weakened body.
He dismounted us, licking first at my neck, then he turned his attention to our still tied rear, running his big tongue over her entrance, cleaning up his mess but catching the base of my shaft and my tortured balls at the end of his stroke, ripping another moaning orgasm from my mate and a cry of agonising bliss from me as my balls emptied the last of their stock into her bowels.
He wandered off then, other things, doggy things, needed attending to apparently, leaving us whimpering and moaning with every movement, to await my member to relax enough to pop free.
After waiting for nearly ten minutes, to no avail, I whispered, "Hold on lover, this could be an interesting trip." And I reached around her, and lifted.
The weight of her was heavy in my arms at this angle, but it was heavier at my groin, keeping my member speared deep within her tight rear.
I carried her back to the bath and with a sigh, lowered my groaning mate and myself down into the cooling water.
I am not sure how long we drifted in that state, but all at once I found myself fully awake, and free of my lovers pucker.
She must have sensed my movement, climbing gingerly out of the tub, we both entered the cabin and the kitchen.
I saw her seated at the table, and while she cleared a bit of room for us to eat I dished two servings of the pie onto a plate, grabbed some spoons and a hunk of bread and settled in beside her.
We made short work of the pie, it was wonderful if a little spicy, "I thought I asked you not to spice this up so much?" I admonished.
"Oh, I thought you liked it spicy?" She replied, standing and walking over the the bench.
As she reached it, placing the plate beside the remainder of the pie, she bent forward, exposing her rear to me and said in a sultry voice that left no room as to what she was asking, "Would you like another helping?"
It appeared I was hungry indeed.
Muses, can't live with em, can't live without them.
Although living with one is interesting, sleep, food, relaxation... all are secondary to fulfilling her needs.