This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Midnight Interlude
A paw between my thighs woke me.
Inhaling sharply, I rolled on to my back from where I had been laying, facing away from my wolf in sleep. I blinked, fighting to come back to myself in the dim light, and stretched my legs, hooves bumping paws beneath the thin summer duvet that always seemed to creep down the length of the bed during the night. In the faint glow of the moon and street lamps beyond the half-covered window, I caught a glimpse of blue fur and teeth flashing in a grin, betraying Razak's mood if the fingers buried in my wetness did not. Sleepily, I stretched my paw out and stroked down his side, drawing him in closer so that his broader chest pressed to my chestnut one, my breasts yielding under the embrace.
"Mmm, hun?" I murmured, barely coherent as I half-consciously drew my leg up and away from my body, allowing a second finger to slip into my pussy. "What are you doing? What time is it even, Raz?"
"Does it matter?"
He was right and, even if not, it was difficult to think straight with the haze of waking and fingers pumping into my cunny, lips nipping at my exposed neck. Relenting from my short-lived questioning, I groaned and spread my legs wider, pulling my pup over me as his lips closed around a nipple. His palm rubbed over my clit, fingers driving in as deeply as was physically possible, and I moaned, threading my fingers through his hair so that he could not pull away even if he wanted to. My head rocked back and I gasped as he alternated attention with my other breast, canine tongue working the bud of flesh into a taut peak. Breathing heavily in the darkness, I arched and bucked against him to a muffled moan that told far more than words and elicited a scrap of pleasurable payback in the realm of teasing. It was nigh on impossible to be quiet with those paws and lips teasing my body so perfectly.
Kicking the bed sheets aside, I gripped his hair and pulled his muzzle sharply away, my leg sliding between his to trap his balls between his body and my knee. He stiffened with a groan, aching cock leaking drops of pre cum on to my thigh, and I smiled, trying to recall when I had last had him take release. It had been a week or two - I did not keep track by days - and was more than likely the reason for my midnight awakening, though I had not yet decided whether I wanted to be kind or cruel that night. Bringing his muzzle to mine, I kissed his lips lightly, chuckling when he leaned in, desiring more as I pressed with greater force between his thighs.
"Finish what you started, pup."
I almost giggled at how husky my voice was from sleep but he said nothing, kissing fervently as I slipped my paws down his back to his rump and squeezed, forcing him to thrust against my stomach. In the next instant, his lips traced a path down my body, kissing between my breasts and down my red-brown stomach to where his paw kept my thighs spread. Guiding his muzzle lower, I brought my legs over his shoulders, pinning him in place with a soft nicker of anticipation, keeping my vocal chords in check the best I could. Despite this, there was an edge to needing to remain quiet, even if it was not quite the risk of discovery that would have set us truly moaning.
Better placed, Raz drove his fingers hard and fast into my cunny - easily as I was already dripping. He would likely joke that I was never to be found in any other state. I gripped the bed sheets and bucked against his muzzle, forcing his fingers deeper as he smirked and leaned in, lips parted. The first stroke of his tongue across my clit made me arch my back in pleasure and, despite having had an orgasm only a few hours prior, he made it feel as if it had been weeks since I had last felt his touch. My hooves dug lightly down on to his back, dallying with the line between discomfort and entrapment, teasing into the muscle beneath fur. Of course, even with my hooves so positioned, he could throw me off if he wanted but that was part of what made me shiver: my pup willingly did as he was told.
Twisting my fingers into his hair once more, I tugged his muzzle further between my thighs and hissed between my teeth, whole body quivering with restrained need. It had reached the point where words were no longer needed and he rubbed his thumb through my slick juices, sliding it down to my tight tail hole. It slipped in easily up to the knuckle and I turned my muzzle into the pillows, pleasure racing through my body even as sweat beaded on my skin. Striving for quiet, I bit the inside of my cheek until it bled, the metallic taste noticeable in my muzzle that still carried the faint taste of minty toothpaste.
I couldn't help it: tail play always made me want to cum more quickly than a certain denied wolf pounding into me upon being permitted release. I held his hair so forcefully that I was sure it hurt but he voiced no complaint, lapping eagerly over my clit and pussy lips as my chest rose and fell with increasing swiftness. He knew the signs better than I did; it was something I was becoming proudly confident of. Rolling my head from one side to the other, I struggled to hold off as long as possible, but it truly was pointless. Holding my hips with his other paw so that I could not pull away either, Raz squeezed in another finger and shoved all digits in as roughly as if he was fucking me with more than just a paw.
