Suck 3

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.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Nothing else existed, the world outside my muzzle and his cock... Nothing. I didn't need to think of anything, on the floor of his bedroom, down on my knees, my wolfish muzzle filled with a truly delectable length of meat.

"Mmm..."

I moaned around him, eyelids fluttering, though I was right where I needed to be. My long, flexible tongue lapped down, twisting and curling against the underside of his cock. Yet that was the "problem" with an equine shaft: there really wasn't' all that much room to work around a length like that. And that was perhaps one of the things that excited me the most.

"There's a good boy now."

The stallion above me crooned: a dark bay with a black mane and tail, a white stripe slashed across his face. I didn't know his name and neither did I need to. We both what we had in that room and we didn't need to come together again after that night either.

That night... Well, it could be exactly what it needed to be and no more than that.

I couldn't even seen the bedroom around me, so I could have been anywhere, anywhere at all. It was all about that cock in my mouth, how I twisted and curled my tongue, wriggling it so I could just about get the tip around the side of his massive cock. The flare ground over my tongue as it pressed its way ardently to the back of my mouth and I drooled around it.

Fuck... His cock was so hot. The stud stallion was hot too, his fingers twisting roughly into my dark grey hair, which was ruffled up and styled on top of my head. I wondered if his fingers were slick with the gel, but in a moment like that it didn't really matter.

"Fuck, your mouth is hot..."

I liked being hot for him, even in that way. It made me feel that I was doing what was needed, that I could be useful in some way. My tail wagged back and forth, brushing over the carpet and our discarded clothes.

With my own cock pressing out into my underwear, I moaned and rolled my hips forward, losing my sense of self as my head spun. It was better to be down there, spreading my knees apart for a better angle. Aligning my mouth with his cock and angling my throat, I gulped him down, swallowing hard as I encouraged the thick flare at the head of his shaft into my throat. My eyes watered and I had to fight down my gag reflex -- but that was okay. It was worth it to feel the bulge in my throat, the unholy sense of pressure that promised something I simply couldn't get all by myself.

I moaned. More, I wanted more... And yet I was the vessel for his orgasm, that time, regardless of what would come after his seed had poured down my throat.

He worked his hips lightly back and forth, though there was no real need for the stallion to spear his cock into my throat, not when I was there to suck so readily. Grunting in the back of my throat, I steeled myself and sucked as hard as I could, my drool slick around his fat length. The head plumped up and flared in my mouth, pressing over my tongue, and I groaned, lapping up against it whenever the movement of his cock gave me just a little more space in my mouth to do so.

And then the stallion's hand was on the back of my head, shoving my face down. I whimpered as my nose was suddenly crushed to his crotch, inhaling deeply. Musk and that mix of earthen yet spicy stallion aroma flooded my nostrils and I breathed it in, over and over again. Prey to my own desires, I let it all flow through, even the savage grind of his cock into my muzzle.

It belonged there, at least for that evening. There was little else to concern myself with as I drooled around him, letting him grip my hair and thrust deep, my nose bashing uncomfortably into his crotch with every stroke. It was rough, yet that only made it more real to me. If everything was too perfect, that made it like a dream -- and a dream wasn't anything I wanted to be locked in, as pleasant as they could be.

No... I was there for those heady grunts and groans, the snap of pressure on my soft nose, the pull in my throat as my body yearned for space. My mind, however, wanted more, sucking him down, taking the flare deep, swallowing hard around him as if that was the best way to keep him there in my throat.

"Ah, fuck... Yeah, I'm close, pup."

The stallion's tone was rough but warm and I leaned into it. It could not have been called liquid honey, but it was smooth, like fine whisky. And I loved it, whining and wagging my tail, cock dripping pre-cum into my underwear as a wet patch spread. But I didn't care as his thrusts took on an erratic, juddery edge, pounding into my mouth with single-minded intent.

"Mmph!"

I moaned out my encouragement around him and the stallion slammed in with beautiful ruthlessness. He fucked my muzzle crudely and my tail wagged harder, until he hit the point of no return in a neigh that cut through the otherwise quiet air of the bedroom, overriding even the sound of his hips bouncing off my snout with every stroke of his cock.

And I took it all, for I craved every drop. Not a single drop was to go to waist as I held my breath and grabbed his buttocks, crushing my muzzle all the way down on his shaft so I could feed his seed straight down my throat. Yet I couldn't breath and my chest strained, a different kind of submissive bliss exploding within me as desire flowed.

With the stallion's cock in my mouth, tongue crushed between the lines of my teeth, I sucked lightly, lips tugging and pulling against the base of his cock. My lips pushed his sheath back in the most intimate of kisses, and my eyelids fluttered, though I wouldn't have seen anything but his muscled bulk if I had even been able to look up.

With his cock in my muzzle, his hand lightly ruffling through my hair, I was exactly where I wanted to be.