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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"I did not expect to see you in the guard barracks."
Avere did not have to call me "master", for my head guard was not a slave, even if she was an incredibly sexy feline. And just as promiscuous as many of my slaves were, which was something that only played out to my benefit when it came to shared lust between us. The moon had been high in the sky that night, nearly full, waxing, and the stars had easily guided me over to her quarters in the barracks.
Of course, as my head guard, she had private quarters. I might have kept them private, just for her, even if she had not been in charge of overseeing the other guards on duty, patrolling, some off shift.
"What have you come for this time?"
She purred, stalking up to me with a sensual sway in her hips. Her room was simply made, a bed and some furniture adorning it, though the soft furnishings matched the soft, pink shade of her hair. But to say that Avere was overly feminine, or "girly", would have been an untruth not becoming of her and her strength, her body embodying that of the lean, lithe feline-type, her fur an alluring grey.
I'd seen a lot of that fur already, but I saw it more as she disrobed of her light leather armour, what she wore on guard duty when it was not a more formal occasion or affair. Her leather attire barely covered her breasts on a good day, but it still made my cock harden, free of my trousers and undergarments already, to see them revealed. Tipped with pink nipples, I growled, taking them in my hands, fingers digging in lightly, needing her.
And I could have her too, any time I wanted her. The lusty feline was up for it as much as I was and the other consideration to be had between us was her status as a guard, cautious to not overrule her authority in any way. But I was sure that either her or I would have been able to put anyone that challenged her on a result of our dalliances back in their place swiftly enough. Her confidence was one of the draws that I had to her, so different to that of the slaves and servants I had.
She purred, naked from head to toe, her own shaft hardening, begging attention. I grasped it firmly in one hand, making her yowl, her lips parted while mine closed hungrily around a nipple.
There was a rawness to my lust with her as we came together, my hips grinding, pumping, hers too following suit. A symphony curled around our bodies, drawing us together, in rhythm and pace with each other, as if we were both humping and grinding to a beat that only the two of us could hear.
"Mmmph... Yes, just like that," she hissed, her fingers, tipped with short but noticeable claws, digging into my head and hair. "Harder."
She knew how to demand and not getting what she wanted was hardly something that Avere was used to as her tail lashed the air, my lips changing, shifting to the other breast while my hands slid down as a pair to cup and squeeze her arse. I growled into her tit-flesh, treating her more and more roughly, though the feline responded in kind, matching my lust perfectly with her own.
