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.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Car kissed Fyr softly.
"Do you have to go to work today, hon?"
He held her tightly, as if he was afraid that he was about to lose her, his arms and legs and even his tail too wrapped around her. He clawed his girlfriend to him even as she squealed and giggled, petting the top of his head, though she had been half out of the bed before he had grabbed her and practically dragged her back in anyway.
"Carrrrr," she said, dragging out his name, lips quirking with laughter. "Yeah, I do need to go. It's a really good job down the farm, they'll bring me back next year if I do well. I know, I know, it's odd hours, but I've got to try it."
True: it was very early in the morning. The morning sunshine still streamed in, but the colours of Autumn were well and truly in the air, the leaves shedding their summer green for gold and auburn. Some would have said that the drabber shades of the end of the year were cold at heart, but, to Carenath, after hearing about how much Sasha liked them and why, he loved them even more. All it took, sometimes, was an outside perspective, something to show what he had been missing out on all along.
That was why he loved them both, head over heels with mother and daughter and hopelessly at a loss as to what to do about it.
"No..."
Car held her tighter, a sly smile pulling at his lips, drawing her back into the middle of the bed, something rising and firming up between his legs. Even if she had to go to work, there was nothing there that could not wait a few moments and Carenath knew from experience anyway that Fyr liked to be early. So where was the harm in enticing her to cut into a little bit of that "extra time" where she would have been sitting around waiting for work to start or even working off the clock?
She knew she had to go, but the thrust of his hardening member up against her bare stomach, the memory of his orgasm still trickling from her pussy after the night before, was too much for her, groaning softly, licking her lips. It was strange to Fyr how she could be so easily swayed by her boyfriend, though she had to admit that she still would not have had it any other way, as long as it meant that she could spend as much time as possible with him.
That was how she found herself splayed out on her back on the bed, moaning as he kissed her neck, savouring his touch, how his lips tugged at the scales and skin beneath on her neck, making her shudder up to his touch. Sometimes she wondered how it could ever have been possible that she had become so entranced by Carenath that it had been impossible for her to pull away from him, every move the drake made pulling her closer.
She had been silly to think that there had been anything else going on, especially after he had taken the time to bake her that delicious pumpkin pie... She should have been grateful that she had a boyfriend who was so close with her mother, making all the right moves to keep her family on her side. After the first relationship that she had been through had ended so badly, she could not help but think that that was the right thing, in the end, that was supposed to happen.
Maybe that relationship had always been meant to go bad, so that she could meet Carenath. And Fyr could not have been happier.
He dove between her legs with obvious relish, better and better at pleasing her, Fyr rolling her hips for him, shifting the angle so that he could better reach her soft folds, the sweetness of her pussy. Carenath was not shy either about delving deeply up into her, exploring her heat and velvety wetness with his tongue, twisting it back and forth as if it was the first time all over again that the two of them were making love. He knew exactly how to find her G-spot after spending so much loving time together in the bedroom, yet he took his time, building her up slowly as prickles of heat crawled and ached through her body.
"Oh... Oh, god... Car..."
He smirked as he pressed in against her, loving the softness of her thighs around his head, how it made him feel as if he was even closer to her. If they could have truly become one in that moment, Carenath had no doubt at all that he would have done it, his heart brimming over with passion for her. All he wanted for Fyr was for Fyr to feel good, his heart leaping and pounding, skipping a beat as her sweet juices flowed, his tongue lapping up all that he could reach and savouring every tender swallow.
The dragon moaned against her, his own need rising, though he wanted to bring her off first, especially as her toes curled and her legs stretched out, her body straining to hold such passion. She balanced there, poised on the brink of orgasm, Carenath right there to push her over the edge, thrusting three digits confidently into her, knowing exactly what it was that her body needed. She had to push back against him, lost to her climax, moaning and whimpering breathlessly, though she could not do too much in terms of movement with her wings trapped under her back, the base fitted sheet of the bed rumpling under her lightly writhing body.
She was sensitive at the point of orgasm, as if she could not take it anymore, Car deviously suckling her clit into his mouth and showing her that there was a little more out there for her if only she was bold enough to reach out her paw and take it. It was hard to push past that point of oversensitivity when alone, but he wanted to show her, to lead her on, lending his experience with Sasha to their time together too. In a way, being with her mother in the bedroom had shown him that there was an awful lot about sex that he did not yet know and he had to allow that to be, so that he could learn to be better.
It was a fun experience though, a good experience, one that left him longing for more, lapping off his girlfriend's juices from his muzzle as she heaved and panted through rolling orgasm, forced to bear through it even as she quivered. She was too weak to hardly speak as he pushed over her, kissing her softly, tenderly, caressing her muzzle.
"Ah... Car..."
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Please..." She groaned, head swimming in the aftermath of orgasm. "Fill... Please... Fill me..."