"I'm Sorry"
So here's my first attempt at writing erotica. First of all, I want to give a big shout-out to The Bella for helping me along with this and pushing me in the right direction. I personally feel that this is one of my better pieces, simply because Bella told me to try channeling my own emotion into the text. I did, and the result is below.
Anyway, I hope all of you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are appreciated, as always, and if you like it, be on the lookout for more. <3
- Ven.
I'm Sorry
"You did what!?" Frank bellowed, standing up and knocking the kitchen chair back against the floor.
"Frank, please, listen to me!" Danielle begged, her back pressed up against the wall. His anger was terrifying, the tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to grasp for the right words.
"No, you listen to me!" The Wolf stood, seeming bigger than he usually was. His fur was standing on end and rage burned in his blue eyes like the fires of Hell itself. He took two steps forward get close to the Doe, his teeth on full display. "You're an evil, heartless, backstabbing bitch! I thought I could trust you!"
"It was an accident!" Danielle shuddered, whimpering, her tone awash with fear and sorrow.
"Was it!? Was it!? How about I go out and fuck the next girl I see, then tell you it was an accident!? 'No, her legs wrapped around me of their own accord!'" Unable to contain it, the Wolf turned his head and spat on the floor. "How could you even do such a thing to me!? After all I've done for you, all I've sacrificed, you turn around and betray my trust and love!"
"P-please... Frank... D-don't..." She tried, her voice a tiny squeak under the infuriated canine roar.
"Pack your fucking bag, 'cause I'll never FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS!" Frank recoiled and slammed his fist into the wall next to Danielle's head, breaking through the plaster. It made her scream, thinking that the punch was directed at her head.
Frank huffed a few more times, glaring at the Doe he thought was the love of his life, and left the kitchen, going straight to the hallway for his coat.
"Frank! He doesn't mean anything to me! I was just drunk!" Danielle howled from her place on the floor, where she had sunk down after Frank's burst of violence.
"I told you to pack. You'd better be gone when I return." Frank muttered, walking out of the door and slamming it hard enough to make the hinges rattle.
Frank spent the next three hours in a bar, sitting in a corner with bottle after bottle of beer and whiskey, glaring at the glass containers as if they'd done something that warranted execution.
How could she? He thought, letting another mouthful of whiskey wash down his aching throat. His vision was already becoming blurred from all the alcohol he'd ingested, but he was ready to take more if it just took away the pain.
Every night, he and Danielle would cuddle, then curl up together in bed. She'd say that she was his and no one else's, and he'd say the same. Frank growled.
"I kept my end up..."
But that knowledge made nothing better. If anything, it made him feel even worse, knowing that he was capable of loyalty then his girl was not. His phone buzzed for the umpteenth time that night, and he was at wit's end with hearing the obnoxious jingle and the seeing the name of that backstabbing bitch.
Pulling out the phone, Frank read the message.
Please come home, baby.
Something, something, something, love you. He growled again, turned the phone on its back and tried to open the panel. His hands were shaking and his vision doubled, making him simply unable to get a hold of the latch.
In anger, he smashed the touch-screen Galaxy on the tabletop, making it buzz for a moment, a single trail of smoke puffing up from the dying piece of technology.
Frank let his head slump back against the seat, closing his eyes. He raised both paws to rub at his face, an attempt to clear his mind and vision, which was as useless as pissing in the wind.
Instead of getting rid of the painful ringing, his conscience brought back images of him and Danielle on their first date. A night out to see a movie, go to a restaurant, cuddling on a park bench and finally him dropping her off at home, Danielle turning around to ask if he'd like to come in for a coffee. Maybe the verbal gesture wasn't too obvious, but the sway of her hips and a sexy little smile she flashed him was more than enough to convince Frank of staying 'round for the night.
Over the next few weeks they dated more and more, up until he asked Danielle to move in with him to solve some financial problems she'd been having. It was the best decision the couple had made up until that point - they no longer had to drive to see eachother, and the sex became so much more frequent.
On Frank's twenty-fifth birthday, Danielle knocked him out with drugs in his Pepsi. When he woke up again, he was tied down to the bed, a limb to each bedpost, and there was a whipped cream tower on his belly, with sprinkles arranged to say 'Happy 25th, my pup!' Danielle came in, completely naked, and proceeded to lick the wolf clean to his own growing arousal. Oh, she got to licking that too.
"Ugh..." Frank coughed and took another swig, the whiskey washing away those beautiful memories like paint from a canvas.
"You okay, big boy?" Some woman asked. Her tone was sultry, seductive. It carried desire, but no concern.
Opening his eyes, Frank saw a Vixen sitting next to him, having assumedly appeared out of the blue. She was tall, in high heels and a purple dress. Even though she seemed like a woman past her thirties, her moderately sized breasts hadn't lost firmness and she was generally well-toned.
Had he not been so drunk, he'd have realised exactly what the Vixen wanted, which had nothing to do with emotional support.
Well... Maybe a little.
"No... Girlfriend cheated on me..." He slurred back.
The Vixen gasped. "A girl cheated on you? Such a handsome, attractive, sexy wolf? That can't be right."
Frank's mind took him back to the time he and Danielle flirted, shooting comments back and forth while wrapped in each other's arms and kissing. The Doe and her sweet, melodic voice, pointing out that she loved Frank's fur, Frank telling her that he loved her ears and cute tail.
"What about what the tail's attached to?" She'd ask, with a little smirk and wiggle of her rump. Frank would slide his hands down there, running them over its firmness, make the Doe bite her lip and breathe hotly in his ear. She'd tell him that she wanted him, there and then, on the kitchen top, on the table, on the floor. Anywhere that wouldn't break under the fucking that was about to take place.
Another swig of the alcohol as Frank held back the tears. "Well... She did..." He said, with utter nonchalance in his drunken tone. His ears were splayed and his tail hung from the back of his waist like a draught excluder and nothing more.
The feeling that hit him was utter hopelessness. He'd invested so much into the relationship, opened his heart and home to Danielle, then had it all thrown back into his face when she decided to go out and screw another guy. Was that all there was? The Wolf, living behind a screen of glass with a rose tint to it, and the Doe, sneaking around behind him and playing with his emotions like puppets on strings?
All of what had taken place, every word that he hung on, every promise that she made, every gesture she performed, every little giggle that burst out when Frank said something funny...
Every single thing, all of it a lie?
The realisation, revelation, of the situation at hand made Frank want to curl up in a corner and cry. His once strong self, standing up tall and spitting in the face of adversity, his love for Danielle being the shield that protected him from even the worst of what life had to throw at him. The knowledge that kept him going, the undoubted belief that she'd be there when he got home after a terrible day, that she'd hug and comfort him when something went wrong.
All of it was a stupid little play being watched by her as she wrapped him around her finger and wore him like a proud ring, a big Wolf to be at a small Doe's every beck and call.
And now, after the dust had settled, he'd be crawling on his knees, the shattered memories of the past ripping at his flesh like jagged bits of glass, picking up whatever was left of his personality and trying to reassemble it like a jigsaw with half its pieces missing.
Frank tried to take another swig of his drink and found that the bottle was now empty. Unbeknownst to him, he'd been saying all of his out loud, almost like narrating his own mind to the Vixen sitting next to him.
"That... I guess... That's it..." Frank said.
The Vixen stared into his eyes, pained and bewildered by his words.
"That was like poetry." She murmured. "It was so powerful..."
"It's my heartbreak put into words..." Frank shrugged. He realised that he'd been going on and on for twenty minutes. "I must've talked your ear off, I'm so sor-"
His apology was cut short when the Vixen's muzzle landed on his, kissing him hard, making the feelings of sorrow and despair flow away for the time being. Frank ended up kissing back, pushing his tongue into the mouth of a woman he hardly-... A woman he didn't know at all.
It brought upon him the sensation of evenness, hitting back for what Danielle did to him. But it didn't ease his pain, nor did his reason justify his means.
When the Vixen pulled back, finally, she was panting hard. Her hand slipped down to Frank's crotch, silky fingers caressing the bump there. "Mm... Come with me... I'll make you feel better, handsome..."
The Vixen had paid Frank's bill. She led him out of the bar and in the direction of the car park, and Frank had a chance to see an almost see-through dress moving about her hips, further revealing a lack of any kind of underwear.
That simple touch, the fondle, had put a need into Frank which was purely physical, and had to be sated. He didn't want to wait, didn't want to get in a car, didn't want to get taken off to a stranger's house. Catching the Vixen by the shoulder, he spun her around and pushed her up against a wall in a thin alleyway, out of the view of the main street. As soon as that happened, he was on her, grinding the bulge in his jeans against her almost bare leg like some horny mutt.
And, in reality, that's all he really was. A dog looking for a way to get rid of his hard on.
"Aaah... Frisky boy!" The Vixen said, drawing out her words in a tone that only made the Wolf want her more. But his lust would have to wait.
Reaching down, she simply pushed her hands into his jeans while the belt was still clipped and started to fondle him without saying another word. One hand locked around the middle of his shaft, the other going further down and playing with the Wolf's sac. He moaned and stirred, but at this point he couldn't do much to object to the Vixen, even if he wanted to.
She put her muzzle over his again, making all of the moaning go straight into her mouth. Her tongue pushed into his, running over his fangs and furiously exploring everything there was to explore. Once she felt that she'd teased Frank enough, the Vixen pulled back from the kiss and smirked. "Time for some fun."
With her paws on the wolf's shoulders, the Vixen gave a strong push. Fred went back and hit the other wall. Not enough to hurt, of course, but it dazed him just a little. He was still confused when the Vixen kneeled in front of him and started to work through his pants' defences.
"Let's see what you're packin', handsome... Oooooh... You're a big boy, aren't you?" She commented, running her soft paws over Frank's quivering length. He shuddered at the sensation, supporting himself on the back wall with his own hands. "I wanna taste it..."
Frank's eyes shot open as he felt a warm, wet Vulpine muzzle close over his dick, starting to suckle it just as soon as the lips closed around it. She swirled her tongue round and round, slurping at the spittle as it mixed with the Wolf's pre, giggling at his moans of lusty pleasure.
"Mmm...." She grinned up at Frank, who had closed his eyes again. "You taste good."
"Th-thanks..." Frank responded, his voice little more than a whimper.
The Vixen pumped away with both paws as she spoke, making the Wolf get even more worked up with her words. "You know what I like? I like a man to grab my ears and fuck me in the mouth."
This was ample indication for Frank, who leaned his back against the wall and took hold of the Vixen by the ears. She smiled again, lips closing over Frank's dick, and suckled on him once, like an invitation for him to start.
No sooner did she finish, when Frank roughly yanked on those vulpine ears and hilted himself in her muzzle, holding there for a moment. He expected the fox lass to gag, but to his surprise, she pushed her tongue out further and lapped at his sac.
A feral growl escaped Frank as he started to fuck the Vixen's muzzle, taking no notice of the slobber starting to drip onto the alley ground between them, but feeling pain as claws dug into his ass and made him pull harder.
Then Frank looked down. The Vixen's eyes were closed as his dick pumped in and out of her mouth, but that didn't change what he felt. It was shame.
He was with an unknown woman, in an alleyway, doped up on alcohol and in fits of rage at the love of his life. What he wanted to be payback for the betrayal he suffered turned out to be fuel for the fire of self-hate, and bore no gratification whatsoever.
The Vixen felt Frank's mind wander and dug her claws into his ass, making him wince and thrust deep inside her throat. It seemed as though she wasn't done with him quite yet - slapping his hands away from her ears, she released his slobbering length and stood straight, swinging one leg around Frank's and trapping his dick between her legs instead.
"I want you inside me, handsome... Right now..." The Vixen growled in a rolling, lusty tone. Frank was having second thoughts, and his expression showed that. He felt a hand grip his muzzle, and saw the glint as the fox lass showed her teeth. "You're going to finish what you started, or I won't let you go."
Reaching back, she took hold of Frank's dick and directed it up, then bent her knees quickly. The sensation was nice for her, but for Frank it just felt wrong. Yes, she was warm and wet, milking at his dick with complete lust, but the physical sensation didn't entirely block out the emotional response.
"Oh... So big..." She moaned, gyrating her hips and going as far down as she could, which was about two inches from the base. Frank clenched his teeth, his hands ending up on her waist and helping her along. The Vixen's arms wrapped around his neck and she groaned in his ear.
"Harder... Fuck me harder..."
Her tone made Frank comply, driving his hard self deeper and deeper on each thrust until he was finally hilting her each time and their crotches were bumping together. Frank hadn't been paying attention, but he had been growing towards orgasm at an alarming pace. The last thing he wanted to do was impregnate a random woman from a bar.
After a few more seconds, the Vixen threw her head back and cried out, her pussy clamping down over Frank's dick. He was just in time to lift her up and off himself as his own seed spurted up and onto the ground below
She was still clinging to him at the end of it, murring in post-orgasmic bliss which Frank didn't actually share.
"D'you need a ride home, handsome?" The Vixen asked, relaxing the grip of her legs and sliding back down to the solid ground. It had only been moments, but Frank was already limp. He stuffed his spend self back into the cover of his jeans and quickly shook his head.
"Suit yourself." She smirked, then strutted down the alley towards the cars as if nothing had happened.
Frank felt his stomach do a flip. He bent over, holding onto the wall, and threw up the horrid mess of alcohol and lunch onto what had been the drying puddle of mixed fluids from himself and the Vixen.
Now that the sex was over, the shame and guilt made themselves more vivid than Frank wanted to imagine. He'd betrayed his girlfriend, his love, by doing something so stupid. And he'd been drunk during the act as well, not able to control himself completely. The helplessness, in a way, made him realise what Danielle had gone through. She didn't mean any of that to happen, and Frank made her suffer dearly for it.
Pack your fucking bags...
Frank's words hit him like a train. He spat the taste of vomit from his mouth and onto the wall and began to run out of the alley, then down the street.
He reached his apartment with lungs burning and legs aching from the sprinting he'd done. Inebriation didn't help, and Frank nearly slammed into several other people on his way, but managed to avoid any stops.
There was silence in the apartment, but Frank had no breath to call Danielle's name. He looked for her room by room, then finally found the Doe curled up on their bed. A half-packed travel case was lying on the floor and the picture of a them together was cradled to her chest, an expression left over from crying covering her features.
Frank wanted nothing more than to lie down and hold her, but he needed to get rid of the smell of alcohol and sex. He sneaked away and took a quick shower, during which remorse clawed its way through his mind.
He acted without complete understanding of the situation, with his mind clouded over by anger. The fact that he nearly hurt Danielle made Frank mad at himself, mad at the whole continuity of his evening.
After the shower, Frank quietly padded into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed with Danielle, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. She woke up, blinking her bloodshot eyes back into focus. Once she saw that it was Frank holding her, she let go of the picture, grabbed handfuls of his fresh shirt and buried her face into his chest.
"Frank... I'm so sorry..." Danielle whispered. The Wolf gently stroked her hair. "I shouldn't have drunk so much... I shouldn't have let him do that..."
"Shh..." Frank soothed. "I understand now."
"Do you still want me gone? I know you want to find someone you can trust." She looked up into his eyes, hers on the verge of tears again, hanging on the words that would leave him next. He didn't hesitate.
"No. I don't want you gone, and I never want you to leave me. I love you, Danielle. And I promise I'll never react like I did today to anything." He placed the gentlest, most loving kiss he could upon the doe's lips. "Please forgive me?"
"How can I blame you, if it's me I can't forgive?" Danielle asked sadly. She hugged around the Wolf's wide frame, resting her head under his chin. He pulled the covers up over the two of them, and the pained lovers fell asleep in one another's arms.
The next morning, Frank woke up first. Danielle was still holding onto him like she had been the night before, but her expression changed to a happy one. Perhaps it was a dream that made its way into her slumber, a little glint of a pleasant memory. Frank leaned over and kissed her on the lips, making the Doe wake up with a fluttering of the eyelids. Once she saw him, she smiled wider.
"Good morning, sweetie." The Wolf said.
"Hey..." Danielle replied. "Sleep well?"
"I always sleep well when I'm with you."
"Aww... Flatterer." She giggled, pawing at his chest. He laughed with her, eventually catching both of her hands and bringing them up to his muzzle, kissing each finger. "Ooooh. What's this? You've never done anything like this before."
His next words were split up by finger-kissing. "I... Want... To... Make... Love... To... You..."
Danielle giggled. "You didn't have to do that. You know how much I love having sex with you, Frank." Then a sadder look dawned upon her face. "I still feel guilty about last night, though..."
"Hey..." The wolf cupped her chin, raising it so she would look him in the eyes. "I know, I feel the same way. Would you let me make it up to you, my little Doe? Take you out to dinner, a movie... I feel so bad about scaring you." Frank had the urge to cry there and then, and saw that Danielle was in the same state. But she leaned across and pushed her lips against his, her hand roaming up and down his body.
"It's okay... I know you didn't mean it..." Danielle murmured when they parted. "Make love to me, Frank? Please?"
The Wolf rolled to the side, ending up above the Doe with his paws at either side of her head. She was already in the process of freeing what had been contained inside his jeans as he leaned down to kiss her again, feeling her hands go into the waistband of his boxers and begin to touch and feel and grope what was in there. Frank returned these affections onto her by mirroring the process of undoing her jeans and beginning to stroke at her sex, sensing easily as it began to moisten between his fingers, just like his arousal grew in hers.
They were both turned on soon enough, and Danielle gave Frank a begging look. He lined himself up and started slowly pushing inside, the Doe moaning as the wolf spread her pussy with his large member. The tight, warm, wet sensation was what Frank had been craving, what he'd been longing for the previous night - so as well as bringing nostalgic pleasure, it brought those guilty memories to the forefront of his mind again.
"Please... More..." Danielle whispered, washing the images away from his mind. He'd only pushed about three quarters of the way in, but that didn't satisfy his love. So, drawing his hips back, he shoved into her again, having to grip the sheets of the bed to keep himself steady. Danielle shouted out in pleasure as she was penetrated further, clenching down on the wolf's cock with her inner walls.
Moving on from the rough shove, Frank started to slowly piston his hips in and out, not intending this to be a hard fucking, but a slow, sensual session of love-making like he owed the Doe. Neither did she object - she simply closed her eyes for a moment to savour the sensation, then opened them again to look up at her partner with a kind of saddened love.
The look pained Frank, but didn't stop him from doing what he was asked to. He pushed in again and again, eventually reaching the point where he was hilting himself inside Danielle during each thrust and making her moan with pleasure. His own groans competed with hers in the air of morning, but they had the luck of their bedroom being away from the neighbours' apartment.
The Doe felt her lover begin to reach climax, so she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his back.
"Cum... Inside..." She panted, her arms going around Frank's neck and pulling him tight against herself. The wolf pumped harder for a few more seconds, then just as Danielle's walls clamped down in orgasm, he locked his lips with hers and stifled the second, more power howl of ecstasy that left her.
Frank let loose as well, ramming into the Doe a few more times with each spurt of cum that left him. After the third hit, however, he was unable to move, jammed in completely and held in place by Danielle's legs. Their mixed juices slowly dribbled out from between them as Danielle held Frank tight, not letting go or making any indication towards even thinking about it.
"Frank... Please... Never leave me..." She whispered
"I won't, baby." He kissed her again, and both drifted off into sleep.
At times like these, times of doubt and despair, we must all remember that love will persevere and succeed. The bond between two people may often become strained by the events that life, in its cruelty, throws at them, but by far the best way to react is to cling tight to your lover and spit back in the face of fate, never letting go of the person you hold most dear.
So take this from me; mistakes will happen, things will break, trusts will be shattered. But only if you let them. Never neglect the power of conversation, even when you think that nothing could go wrong in your current relationship. Talk to your lover, work out your differences, don't let them stew away and become ticking time bombs destined to hurt either one of you.
~ VenatoR ~