"When Barbarians Attack" Part 2
#2 of Art&Story
Written By a close friend. to whom i owe so much too.
I have permission to upload the story as its Copywrited to myself and him.
_**That's when he opened his eyes to see a white stripped tail flicking back and forth from under the blanket that covered him as he had fallen asleep sitting upright on a chair in front of the now blank screen of a large television. Gasping harder this time as he felt his shaft get lavished by a tigress tongue to make him nearly thrust his hips to get more of his thickening meat into that suckling maw. Slowly he lifted the blanket, reveling the white tigress, who immediately looked into his eyes with the large ebony cock of the fox partially engulfed in her muzzle.
Murring softly "Mmmmmmm, and what do you think your doing down there eh?" as his paw slowly came up to caress the felines cheek. Breaking her warm lips off the throbbing fox meat she gave a long lurid lick to the bottom of his canine tapered tip. "Keeping you warm, you looked so cold tonight." she purred and dropped he nose down and kissed the white furred ball sack hanging below. Stammering slightly as she began to groom lick each of his full orbs in turn, lifting them up with the force of her pink tongue. "G... Gawds, I'd love to see what you would do if I was freezing!"
Giggling to herself, she placed a paw and rapped it around the slick shaft and slowly began pumping it, her other buried between her own legs. The fox looked over her and in the reflection of the dark shiny screen. He could see she had two fingers slipped inside herself. Even in the reflection he could see how wet and matted her thighs were from her deviling fingers. Her tail was cocked to the side and the sight of her swollen neither lips glimmering with her pink ring above made him moan. She looked up and saw his jaw dropping a bit and the tigress just grinned to herself as she plunged both fingers into herself deeply and felt her juices drip down her knuckles. Letting a slow lick flick under the fox's balls, she teased the taint behind them, near teasing the dark fleshed edge of his anus. In a last flick of her tongue she lapped right across it and pulled his sack up to drop heavily back down. That large dark shaft throbbing each time she flicked her smooth yet rough tongue, as he began to drool pre down the side of that length.
She leaned back and sat on her own paw, the bright eyes flashing in the low light of the evenings air and purred deeply "I need some help Brandi boi, and I need it now." as she began fingering herself again, the pearls of liquid slowly rolling down the white and black striped fingers buried inside of her snatch. Moaning at the action, she gave out a gasp as she spread herself wider with another finger and sank the other two in deep, her tail twitching behind her. "Does a foxy want to play?" Her purr nearly melted him.
The silver fox gulped to himself, he had never seen her like this before, and while he wasn't arguing inside his head about it nor his throbbing cock against his stomach. He licked his long snout along his lips and could smell the heat radiating from her body. He silently thanked himself for being a fox, there was no way she could be in danger of this his potent curse, but he could satisfy that need without worry for the two of them. Grinning he leaned forward and waggled his finger for her to come closer. "Come here." as he said in a authoritative yet playful tone.
Immediately she dropped to all fours and started to swagger her hips back and forth as she inched forward and placed both her paws on his knees and stared like a cat ready to pounce on a mouse. She softly purred "And?" as she straitened and lifted her full chest up, nipple erect with excitement, as she every so often drips a bit of her own to the floor below. The fox leaned forward and scooted himself to the edge of the easy arm chair.
"Help me with these, you need to finish your work Mrs Tiggy." as he pointed down to the expertly opened pants half on himself.
She didn't hesitate, nor did she rush forward, slow and methodical as she had taken them off without waking the fox in the first place. One leg and then the other, as she admired the fox's bravery for not wearing underwear this day. She had been watching him the entire day as that heavy sheath would shift in the cargo pants making her bite her lip each time she saw the outline in them. Was it him that was teasing her all day on purpose that triggered her sudden heat? Was it just the needs she would never be able to tell. All she knew is she wanted him and that fat vulpine cock pounding into her, making her scream and tear apart sheets and the chair, her own underwear on her bedroom floor was already torn strait off her luxurious form with a still wet and dripping toy left on the comforter.
She had spent an hour at least trying to get satisfaction on her own, but it just fueled her desire more and more. She had cum twice while he had slept after digging weeds all day and cooking dinner for the two of them, but it just made her lips even more swollen, her clit poking out from between her neither lips demanded satisfaction. It burned with need, it demanded satisfaction. And there it was in the silver and white furred vulpine. The setting sun outlined him against the darkness of the chair, his white stomach fur and balls made the dark cock laying against his fur stand out like a beacon of relief.**_