By the Fireside
A scene I wrote a while ago and just now rewrote. The Characters in it are my Mistress, in a different form to her usual one, and myself. The characters belong to their respective owners.
The living room was warm, comfortable even. The light was low, given mostly by the large open flames that burned in the fire place; low as it was, it was still more than enough to illuminate the room's two occupants. Beside the fireplace, close enough for the one sitting in it to remain nice and warm on the coldest winter's evening, was an arm chair, large enough to fit even a stallion comfortably, and more than big enough for the tall, lean wolf who sat there now. She had brilliant white fur, thick and soft from her winter coat; it was marked with silver stripes, like those of a tiger, over her limbs, back and head, but her front was left free of markings. Her tail too had silver stripes, and it was the slim, flexible tail of a great cat, albeit a little fluffier than normal.
The wolf's hair and eyes contrast somewhat startlingly with the white of her fur; a mass of long, dark red hair surrounded her shoulders and reached down as far as her hips, and the eyes that looked out of her beautiful face were pure gold, feline eyes. Despite the thickness of her coat, her curves and full breasts left little doubt that she was female, that is until the thick sheath and sac nestled between her spread thighs was noticed. Definitely more to her than it first appeared.
Between the wolf-hybrid's legs knelt a slim feline, he had short grey fur, with darker grey tabby markings on all but his belly and chest where the fur was just a little lighter. His black hair came down to his shoulders and was left loose, the better for tangling fingers in, or playing with, as suited his Mistress's whim. Just like her, he was naked, save only for a simple black leather collar around his neck. His own sheath easily visible to her as she gazed down at him; those golden eyes transfixed him, admired him as he knelt there, his posture perfect from years of practice.
Finally, she reached down and stroked his cheek gently with the tip of her finger. That finger slid down, along the edge of his jaw to his chin, then further down. He tilted his chin up slightly as her finger slid lower to the front of his collar, then hooked through the O ring there. She drew him gently forward until his lips were pressed against her sheath, and held him there. "Go on pet." She murmured softly.
He began to lick gently, tongue working from the very base of her sheath where it joined her sac, all the way up to the top where her cock would emerge. Over and over again he licked, as he worked to coax her length free. At first her sheath just plumped up, getting thicker as his attention made it swell, then slowly the tip of her cock peeked out. He didn't stop licking though, his focus entirely, solely on his Mistress's sheath until her entire length was standing free, thick, hard and pointed, but with hundreds of little bumps that would become barbs when they stiffened.
His Mistress used her finger, still hooked through the ring in the front of his collar to pull his head up. He looked up at her, saw the darkening in those beautiful golden eyes and smiled. She pulled him up further, forcing him to kneel up more, then guided his mouth down toward the head of her cock. His mouth opened, rough feline tongue flicking out to taste his Mistress. A soft little whimper of delight escaped the feline, then he opened his mouth wider and lowered his head to take the first inch or so into his mouth.
He suckled slowly, tongue swirling and flicking along her length; his head bobbed as he did this, each motion sliding more of her cock into his mouth. Soon, as much length as he could comfortably fit into his mouth, was sliding in and out with each head movement, his tongue never still, swirling and flicking against sensitive spots, and drawing little gasps or moans of pleasure from his Mistress.
Her hand settled in his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as they found the base of one of his pierced ears and rubbed gently. The feline squirmed and a small, soft moan escaped him, the sound travelling through his tongue and into her cock, which twitched in his mouth. Her hand began to move, guiding his head to bob in the rhythm that she wanted as she took control and just used his eager, talented mouth for her pleasure. He squirmed even more at that change, eyes flicking up to her face as he swallowed rapidly around her cock, the thick length slid easily into his throat, and as his Mistress looked down she could see the slight bulge just above his collar.
After minutes of just loosing herself in the pleasure of her pet's mouth and oh-so-tight throat, his Mistress gently pulled him away from her cock. She kept tugging gently, forcing him to stand, then brought him down to straddle her lap, then tucked his head down onto her shoulder so that his muzzle was pressed against her neck. He fitted easily onto the large chair with her, kneeling with his knees either side of her hips. His own arousal was so very noticeable now that he was on her lap, and she chuckled softly. "My good boy," she murmured, the tip of her finger running up the underside of his shaft from sheath to tip.
She reached out and grabbed some lube from a table nearby, then made him kneel up, reach back and spread his cheeks. Her hand on the back of his head kept it still so that his muzzle was still pressed against her neck as she began to carefully rub lube into his tailhole. A single finger pressed slowly into him, coating him thoroughly and stretching him just a little. He moaned against her neck, but otherwise remained motionless as she began to thrust that one finger in and out of his ass. He trembled slightly and she felt his breathing against her neck getting quicker until she stopped. "Soon pet," she promised, pulling that finger free and kneading his ass gently for a moment.
His Mistress set the lube aside, then lifted him easily and turned him so that his back was against her chest and the tip of her cock was resting lightly against that nicely slick tailhole. She nibbled his ear gently, tongue teasing one of the piercings. "Take me in pet."
The feline shivered at those words, and the attention to his ear, but he pressed down slowly. His slim body trembled as he felt the pointed tip of his Mistress's cock slowly stretching his tailhole open. "Good boy.". He kept pressing down, the same gentle pressure, until with a soft gasp, he felt just the head of her cock slide inside him. She moaned, and it was all she could do not to take over and just claim his tight, delicious body herself. He paused for a moment to let himself adjust, then pressed down slowly but steadily; inch after inch of her cock slid into him, filling and stretching him as he gasped and moaned.
His Mistress's arms slid around him, pulling him back against her breasts as he took more and more of her length. She kept nibbling his ear, tongue sliding slowly over the inner curves of it, playing with each one of his piercings to distract herself from the incredible feeling of him sliding down her cock. When he had taken all of her, he was panting and shaking a little; one of her arms remained across his chest, but her other hand moved to his hip and guided him up a little; her hips bucked up and he moaned softly.
"Stroke yourself pet." She murmured, hips pushing back into the cushions of the chair, then slamming up into him again. She bit his neck firmly, not quite enough to break the skin as she watched his hand move and grip his length. He stroked slowly, the movements of his hand matched her thrusts as she took him with a firm, slow rhythm. She was in no rush, wanting to savour every moment of taking her pet, of claiming his tight, delicious body and watching him squirm and moan.
His Mistress let go of his neck for a moment, then bit again and suckled the caught skin; his head fell back against her shoulder and his length twitched in his hand as he stroked it. The feel of her cock thrusting into him, hitting his prostate each and every time had him trembling and squirming against her. Well trained muscles squeezed around her length and he whimpered softly as he felt her barbs gradually beginning to stiffen.
It wasn't long before the feline could feel his Mistress's knot swelling with each thrust of her cock. He moaned softly, hand moving faster on his length to match her pace. "Please Mistress.." he whimpered. "Please let me have your knot.. please." She chuckled huskily, letting go of his neck for just a moment. "Since you begged so nicely pet.." She slammed her hips up hard, forcing that swelling knot inside him with a breathless moan.
Her pace changed then, both arms holding her pet tightly to her as her hips slammed up hard, rapid, jackhammer thrusts. She was already close to her climax after his talented, eager mouth, the tightness of his ass, and the deliciousness of watching him take her all by himself. Her thrusts got harder, barbs flared out and raked along his sensitive walls causing soft, breathless little whimpers. A small groan escaped her then, those sexy little sounds made her just want to pin him even more than she already did.
The feline felt his Mistress's barbs flare fully, and her knot pulse inside him; his hand stroked his length still, fast to match the pace she set. Then her teeth pressed into his neck, she bit him harder to muffle her cry of pleasure as she started to cum. "Cum pet!" He heard the growled order a moment later despite it being muffled by his neck fur. The feel of her hot seed filling his ass and the way her barbs and knot pulsed with each spurt was all he needed to start cumming himself; thick ropes of white cream sprayed from the tip of his length as his hand worked to milk every drop.
Gradually, both of them stilled, the pleasure of their climaxes receding. The feline and his Mistress were both panting harshly and shaking a little, barely able to move if they had wanted to. "Thank you Mistress." The kitty murmured. She nuzzled into his neck gently, then nipped just above his collar, her only response a small, proud smile.