Temptation
#2 of Space Vixin
Space Vixens � Temptation
Temptation:
The wide fluff of her tail held straight up, the band of white just behind her head, she gripped the corner of the medical supply cabinet with both paws. Gasping, the skunk pressed back against the heavily muscled wolf behind her. Moaning, she felt him enter her again and again, his strong paws holding her hips as she held herself bent forward, balancing on the cabinet. She moans, he thrusts, he moans, she feels him retreat. She moans, he thrusts, she feels him retreat. Beep. She moans, he thrusts, she feels him Beep. She moans, he Beep, she feels Beep. Beep.. She... Beep... Beep... Beep...
Beep.
Beep.
Beep...
Rolling over she smacked the sounding alarm hard enough to make her paw sting. "Burn it... Burn it to ashes!" She swore rolling back away from the bed-stand. "And I was almost finished too..." She moved her legs, feeling the uncomfortable wetness between her thighs, now beginning to cool. "Burn it all," she muttered.
Swinging her paws off of the bed, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Yawning, she stretched carefully. Reaching to either side, she flexed her long, dexterous fingers, each one tipped in a small, sharp, claw that was just as black as her fur. The white stripe that bisected her face, back and tail, was matched by a white belly and (still wet) inner thigh. She bent her arms, strong and lean, in around her body. All in all Kira was a lovely specimen. Her long, thick tail flared out behind her, lifting and curling at head level. Her hips were wide, more so than she would have preferred, but curvaceous. Her body narrowed visibly, than turned again, blossoming into her round, if not particularly large, breasts. The white band of her belly fur lifted and fell gracefully with them, accenting the curve nicely, and displaying her body to it's fullest. With her delicately pointed muzzle, and bright black eyes, she was in every way beautiful.
At that moment however, lifting herself from slumber, her fur rubbed to spikes in spots and matting between her legs, she didn't feel the least bit attractive. Furthermore, the ship was in deep space, so only the sonic showers were active; as much of a scientist as she was, and as cold and clinical as she could be, she knew how effective they were. On the other hand, she just never felt as clean as when she could sit and soak in a hot water bath. She cringed, thinking of the bath, and how long it would be before she had another.
Padding into the shower stall, a closet like alcove in one corner of her small quarters, she sighed. "Shower, clean. Thorough." She reached up, gripping the upper edge of the alcove. A series of emitters began spraying a wide stream of subsonic pulses, each one tickling at her body. The vibrations shivered even the oils and grime of the daily life on board the ship free of her fur, tiny suction points catching it and pulling it away before it could reattach. She stretched, arching her back, as the fingers of sound traced the curve of her back. Lifting her tail, she spread her legs just a bit. The sonic caress traveling up her thighs made her shiver, imagining for just a moment that they were real fingers. Turning, she let the ghostly touch brush up her front. She lifted her head-fur, a vanity she allowed herself, although it was not even long enough to tie back, she let the sonic fingers play along her scalp. Leaning her head back they traced her face, then down her neck, it covered every last inch of her body as completely as the most attentive lover. She let out a soft gasp as her nipples were brushed, and then down under her breasts, her belly, and further. She opened her eyes, watching as the fur of her stomach was briefly lifted than flattened by invisible forces. Further down, she opened her legs again, letting the phantom mime a lovers touch, before continuing on down her legs. Finally, lifting each paw in turn, she stepped out of the impression, sighing as the still air of her quarters settled again on her freshly cleaned fur.
Taking up a brush, she quickly laid her fur flat, bringing out a soft sheen before pulling on the close, hugging form of her uniform. She detested how it covered her paws, robbing them of the tactile impression of the floor as she walked. Not that she didn't understand, the suit was designed with emergency decompression in mind, and doubly so for an absolute sealing in case of emergency in the science and medical labs. It may seem like nothing more than one big emptiness she thought, but it was also one big UNEXPLORED emptiness. You never knew what you might encounter out here.
Briskly she made her way to the medical ward and science labs, built at the center of the ship for both security and stability reasons. She brushed her paw over the identification panel, allowing her access to the first of the internal airlocks, (also for added safety) and announcing her in a muted tone. In the first door, wait, the air stilled, the second door opens and she entered the lab proper. Along one wall a series of alcoves, built for use as emergency beds for injuries and infirmities, along the opposite a matching set, designated for emergencies only, was filled with boxes and other containers storing all the daily fodder for their experimentation and services. At one end, a rather large box sat open with no label on it. Normally she would have wondered at the very thought of an unlabeled container in the science lab, but she knew from the shape and placement it contained the pills, patches, and other materials approved for long term use to either dampen the heat cycle, or given that, nullify the chances for an unintended pregnancy. A few steps further along she saw why the blank box. The emergency weapons locker, mandatory in every major work area of the ship, was now brightly labeled "Contraceptives."
"Funny." She nodded to the white feline, Tania, Senior Commander, and head of the Science and Medical department on board the Anubis.
"I thought you'd appreciate that Kira." She smiled, her black eyes, a near mirror to the skunks, always so vivid against the snow of her face would seem ominous in their contrast, on anybody else, but on her they seemed to always be laughing. "Do you think you can cover the lab maintenance today? I've let my paperwork fall behind and I would like to take the proper time to catch it up."
"Of course," she nodded, picking up some of the discarded, crumpled bits of parchment on one of the lab tables. "By the Blazes Tania, why do you insist on using hardcopy for your notes?"
"There's something..." She looked up, searching for the word, "Visceral about it." She gave Kira a piercing look, "Or mayhap I just like having something to play with when I'm bored." She swatted one of the crumpled notes across the table towards the skunk. "Furthermore, I seem to remember one particular lab assistant who did almost her entire doctoral thesis bare pawed?"
Kira glared playfully. "Fine, fine."
"Oh, and one more thing," Tania added pawing the airlock control, "Captain Charger is making the rounds for department inspections, I trust you can show him around right?"
Kira stood bolt upright, an echo of the morning's heat suddenly awakening between her thighs. "Ye... yes Ma'am." She nodded, a bit too stiffly.
Her eyes bright with silent laughter, Tania smiled again, this time letting her small, sharp fangs show. "That is what I thought. And hence the sign." She pointed at the weapons locker.
"He wouldn't!" Kira barked, before she could catch herself.
"Oh, I know that. It's in case he needs to keep you back." She laughed out loud this time, passing through the seal of the airlock.
"Fine. Fine." Kira grumbled, her long wide tail (held captive in the suits personally fitted sleeve) swished behind her in irritation. Half due to her commanding officers teasing, and half because she was right. She reached down and stretched the suit away from her crotch for a moment, before continuing on with her daily duties.
An hour later she had forgotten the slight, and was helping a young pilot's rash, an irritation along the back of his long vulpine ears caused by the rubbing of his helmet. "Adjustable - one size fits all," he grumbled.
Another few hours, and half a dozen other minor aches, pains, scrapes, and irritations later and she had forgotten about the visit.
Another hour later, and she had even forgotten her own heat cycle, buried deep in the calculations, observations, and deductions of experimentation.
She was watching the liquid pulsation of a microbe through one of the twin screens of a micro-scanner, rotating the image in real time, watching for any differences in behavior to an identical one raised in a near-zero G environment, displayed in the other eye. She didn't even hear the airlock door open, didn't hear him pad across the room despite his heavy step.
She most certainly heard him speak. His heavy, strong paw settled gently on her shoulder and his deep rumbling voice cut through her distraction, "Doctor?"
Startled she jumped, turning fast enough to knock the micro-scanner sliding back into it's shielded compartment with her tail. "Max!" She yelped, her heart racing, then blushed realizing her informality. "I mean Sir, er, Captain. Charger. Sir."
He stepped away, startled at first, than slowly smiling at her flustered appearance.
"I mean, I'm sorry Sir. I didn't hear you come in. I was in the middle of some observations..."
"Oh, I can come back later. I don't want to interrupt you."
She couldn't help but hang on his voice. It sounded like loam to her, deep brown, fertile and vital. A wave of heat rushing through her, she shook her head hurriedly. "No, um, Sir. Now's fine, fine." she backed away a few steps, trying to put some distance between them. She was sure he could smell her heat, and was suddenly desperately wishing that she had availed herself of one of the heat-suppressant medications, or at the very least, that she had done something to relax the pressure built up by the previous night's dreaming.
"Did I... do something?" He asked, raising one eyebrow, laying his ears back half way and crossing his powerful arms. The black-grey fur of his paws and face streaked with silver shone in the harsh light of the lab.
"No... no." She sighed "I'm just a little-" she couldn't help but flatten her ears in blush again, "on edge. Right now." She looked to the micro-scanner, again securely locked away in it's compartment in the wall, with some degree of longing. "I could show you what I was working on!" She offered with a sudden levity.
"No thinks Kira. I just wanted to check in. Department inspections, you know. Just a formality." He seemed distracted, and Kira was mortified to notice that he was sniffing the air. Even with the sealed suite, she had left the collar open, could he smell her...? "Kira?" He began, his tone noticeably different now. The usual gruff formality replaced by an almost lethargic, growling, confidence. "Is that you?"
She couldn't help it. Her jaw dropped, her tail dropped, her ears dropped. "W- what?" She was stunned. Even the Old Wolf wouldn't be that blunt... would he?
"It is, isn't it?" He leveled his gaze on her, eyes bright, letting a knowing smile spread slowly over his blunt muzzle. A step towards the embarrassed skunk brought another, stronger wave of her musk, answering for her.
"I..." she tried to collect herself, "I'm sorry Sir. It is inappropriate I know-"
"What is?" He was leaning on the table next to her now, bending towards her. He was tall enough that even than she had to look up a little to meet his eyes.
"To... oh burn it..." She stared at him, completely flabbergasted.
"Not your heat," He offered, "Even with the suppressants your cycle will continue, if slower... So... Could it be that this-" he paused again, reaching out one of his large paws to set a finger under her muzzle, "is it the subject of your desire?"
She melted at his touch. She didn't fall, in fact she didn't even waver, but she felt the rush of Heat within, followed by an uncomfortably physical rush of fluids. -I'm a scientist!- she chided herself, -I have better self control than this!- but all she said out loud was, "Yes Sir."
He backed away from her then, all the way to the wall, setting one paw on a convalescent bed, letting it extend from the wall beside him. "And if I told you that the attraction was mutual?" He looked at her sidelong, eyes half lidded, and she realized that she had caught him in a moment of vulnerability. He really did want her, and he had trouble admitting it.
Part of her felt almost empowered by that. The scientist in her suggested that she could use this opportunity to get past the Heat that had been distracting her from more important duties. The rest of her was screaming at her for not ripping his clothes off yet. Reaching up to the collar of her suite, she broke the main seal, tracing her claw down the front seam, letting the suite fall open. By the time she reached him it was open to the waist, showing the white of her belly and the inner curve of each breast, the nipples still under the fold. "I'm not sure-" She began, the scientist in her again trying to re-affirm it's dominate position, but he set one finger to her lips and shook his head silently. He was big, and strong, and close enough that she could sense the warmth of his body. She didn't say any more.
Slowly he let his paw fall from her muzzle, the tip of his claw tracing the delicate curve of her throat, than down between her pert shapely breasts. Then, with both paws in tandem, he reached under her suite, spreading the opening wider, and pulling her nipples into visibility. Squeezing both, his paws covered them almost completely running his thumb around the sensitive aureoles. Her dark eyes falling half closed, her breath growing faster, she reached out and broke the seal of his suit, disrobing him in turn, revealing the rippling muscles of his torso, visible even through his thick black-grey and silver fur. When she had opened the suit as far as she could, she revealed a brighter almost totally silver area just above the, now clearly visible, bulge in his crotch. Staying his attention to her breasts he quickly pulled his arms free from his own suite, allowing her to do the same.
Naked from the waist up, they embraced, almost falling together, their muzzles locked in a deep and passionate kiss. She slid her arms around his body, sinking her paws into the soft fur of his back. Her muzzle fit easily under his, even standing tall. Looked up, just a bit, nuzzling under his chin and allowing herself to revel in his firm embrace. He in turn slid his paws over her fur, tracing the curve of her back, than holding her tight against him. One paw placed at the small of her back, the other clutching the back of her head, held her secure. He inhaled, and she exhaled, and for a moment the let the ship, their duties, and everything else fall away from them.
In a single sweeping motion, he knelt drawing the suits off of their legs simultaneously. Her tail released she arched her back, letting it curl over her. Stepping free of her suit she stretched, reveling in the sensation of freedom, before looking back at her captain, and drinking in his pristine form. Strong legs ending in large paws, tight abs, muscular arms, strikingly handsome face, all in dark grey highlighted here and there in silver. And her current focus, his sheath and already rising shaft glistening moistly, his sack hanging heavily below. Unthinking her paw strayed between her own legs, two fingers spreading her already hot and wet sex, a third stroking the nub of her clitoris. "Captain." She purred softly, hardly more than a husky whisper.
"Yes?" He answered simply, his own voice thick, almost drunken, as he watched her fondle herself.
"It has been quite a while, sir."
"I'll be gentle." He chuckled, tearing his gaze away to look into her eyes.
Her own eyes burning black she snarled, "Don't you dare. By the blazes, don't you dare!" Lunging forward, paws planting on his chest, she forced him back against the wall. He hit hard enough to half knock the wind out of him.
Grunting he caught her muzzle on his own, kissing back and moaning softly as she dragged her teeth playfully back along his tongue. Closing his paws around her upper arms, he pushed her away, panting already they both looked down. His shaft was presented, red and thick between them and, she noted, the bas of his sheath was already wet with her arousal, but she couldn't even see the hint of a knot. He was, she lamented the lack of a better word, huge. Yet still he wasn't even fully aroused! An expert tilt of his hips, he pulled her off balance, turned her around, and drove her against the wall in turn. She gasped, panting as another wave of heat shivered through her at being caught by the big wolf. His paws on her arms squeezed harder still. She resisted, pushed back, and tried to keep herself contained, but just before he could relent she failed. They both knew he had left bruises already, her arms forced wide, she let her head fall back against the wall, sighing a long low moan and crossing her legs against the answering surge of heat.
Pulling her away from the wall he released one arm, twisting the other. She yelped before spinning away from him. Her arm, she realized, was turned around behind her back, pinning her again, this time as he leaned in, she felt her breasts squeezed against the cool wall. Her nipples fairly screamed at her, but her attentions where lower. His free paw traced down her back, his claws trailing deep enough through her fur to leave tingling furrows, gripped the base of her tail hard. A short, quick yank pulled her hips back and up, leaving her balanced precariously on tiptoes. Pinioned against the wall, and hung by her tail, she waited, quivering, for his next move.
She did not expect to feel the sudden heat between her legs. Not her own, but his! The heft of his wolfhood lifted between her legs, and as he pulled away, dragged agonizingly along her sex. The tip, already slick with pre-cum was wetted further by her own fluid desire as it spread, but did not enter her, then pulled away. She moaned, louder this time and insistent. "Please!" she caught herself too late. Than uncaring, "Oh Charge... Captain... Fuck me." She whimpered, she was ashamed to beg so blatantly, but even that seemed to send a charge through her already overtaxed system.
He didn't answer. At least, he didn't answer in words. He snarled, growling like a beast into her ear as he pulled her away from the wall. Ignoring the bed that he had activated earlier, he pushed her to the ground.
Falling to the ground, she rolled as best she could. Even so she hit hard, and found herself lying on her side, looking back up at him. Her tail curled over her, hiding her almost reflexively. He stood over her, his silver grey fur gleaming in the lab lights. He's not old, she marveled, despite the jokes. His arms were knotted in muscle, his body rippling and toned. His tail, full and thick hung behind him threateningly still. A surge of fear sparked within her, raising every hair on her body to singing sensitivity. "Sir?" She began, but didn't bother to finish; he was already on her.
She could feel his weight around her, though he did not actually land on her. His paw, slipping up the back of her neck, tangled in her hair and griped hard. She turned, looking away from him, moving as he pupated her. Lifting up onto all fours, she didn't need to be told to lift her tail.
She could feel his knees between her own. She could feel the heat of his body behind her, his paw on her head, and his arm against her lifted tail. His other paw rested lightly on her lifted and presented ass. She bit her lip, trying not to scream.
He entered her. No, she thought, not so much entered as occupied. He dove into her, filling her and forcing her body to accommodate him!
She screamed, the flare of pain as he penetrated her was matched and than surpassed, by the explosion of pleasure that followed. He did not release her. Pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her back, he hammered into her. Each thrust ignited her again, she clawed at the smooth floor, screaming, yowling and moaning, trying desperately to regain herself. Again and again she tried to even put a sentence together, but each time another waive of pain and pleasure broke over her, washing her mind clear again. All she managed was, "not huge," and "Blasted massive!"
She wondered, momentarily, if it were possible for every nerve to fire at once. She could feel what seemed to be every hair on her head caught in his one paw, and she could feel his claws digging into her thigh as he pulled her against him. She could feel the cool floor beneath her paws, and under her knees, she cold feel the cool air, a light breeze whispering across her exposed nipples. She could feel the weight of her own breasts, swinging against her with each pounding thrust. She could feel his breath on the underside of her tail, lifted like a standard between them. Even so, it seemed, she could feel every last centimeter of him as he drove himself again and again into her. Every ridge, every curve, and every vein as it throbbed and beat within her, and she could feel the weight of his balls as his sack slapped against her. She couldn't tell anymore if she was screaming, or moaning, or silent. The pain was pervasive, her muscles burnt, her scalp was on fire, her back threatened to break under the strain, but all of it was just spice. It served only to lift and to thrill her ecstasy.
She came. She came again and again, and even her orgasms were lost in the cacophony of it all. She relented, she gave herself to him, and her body gave her over all the more, but he did not stop! If anything, he drove harder. Vaguely, she became aware, that he was howling. Her own voice long lost, she knew, he was more beast than sentient, more wolf than captain. He mated her now, and her body answered in absolute submission.
When he stopped, she shuddered nearly exhausted. He was close, she knew he was close, she could feel him throbbing hotly within her, but still he didn't cum! He released her, and she slumped to the floor, enjoying for a moment, the cool caress of the lab floor. His paws, strong and sure on her hips pushed her away. She moaned, opening her eyes and looking at him with unsaid questions. Why, she pleaded silently, gasping as she watched his sex-slicked cock standing between them.
He rolled her onto her back, slipping his paws around her, and lifting her bodily. She found herself half standing over his kneeling form, as he helped her settle down towards him. She cooed, than groaned as he reentered her, letting gravity pull her the rest of the way down. She settled nearly to the base, her black eyes level with his blue. Face to face, muzzle to muzzle, she shifted her hips as she reached the base, groaning and marveling at how thoroughly he filled her. Than shivered. He saw it, the glint in his eyes, the smile on his lips, he knew. She started to protest, she wanted to cry out, but couldn't bring herself to! His knot was nearly the size of his fist. His shaft stretched her wide, and his knot was not yet within her. He lifted her, and she found herself helping, and then he pulled her down. She lifted her paws, she fell, her arms warped around his strong neck. She cried out, tears of pain and euphoria wetting the white and black of her cheek fur.
With a wet, loud sound that echoed perversely in the otherwise empty lab, he was in her. It burned, it tore at her, it was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and through it all was a blinding white fire of ecstasy! Locked, she knew, they were locked together. No... Tied. Mated, and animal. Weakly she felt a final orgasm build within her, but it wavered.
"Cum." He commanded. He commanded! He ordered her to-
His fangs bit hard into her shoulder, there was blood she was sure, but it was a mating bite. He completed the loop, there was no end between them, locked together. She screamed, she nearly howled, and the orgasm that had faded flared and exploded within her. She bucked against him, locked as they were together, and he answered in kind! He came with her, his own orgasm flooding her even as her body milked the column of wolf locked within it. Wave after wave, she felt each and every pulse, and every one arched her own orgasm higher and higher. All her world was white fire, pain and pleasure had no end, she and him, there was no difference!
And then it was over. It faded slowly, leaving only the numb and tingle of shivering aftershocks. He was still locked within her though, and he held her close, his breath hot and ragged on her breasts. She curled her arms around him, clinging to him and fighting to maintain a grip on consciousness.
A little later, she was vaguely aware, Tania entered and then very quickly left the lab. Still later the Old Wolf pulled away from her. She didn't know when the tie had broken, but smiled as he lifted her in his arms. She nuzzled the fur of his chest and didn't care.
When she awoke again she was on the med-cot, covered in a light blanket. Her uniform was still on the floor at the foot of the cot, and the lights had been turned down. She had to go back to work, she knew, but for the moment she was happy to have been able to finish the dream.
I hope you enjoyed, there's more to come.
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