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 characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.
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"Did you tire of your slaves again?"
That could not be so but it's just a little game that I play with Avere, my feline guard with luxuriously soft, grey fur. Perhaps I should not have known just what the fur of one of my guards felt like but, well, I did and the times that we had spent together had had me fucking many a needy slave time after time again.
The cat purred and stretched out against the post of my bed, the four-poster that I had had brought in specifically so that I could better use it to tie up my slaves. Who wouldn't want something like that with so many uses, after all? And her form was simply divine as she stretched, the arch in her back drawing the eye down to her backside, how firm and tight it was, rounded out with muscle.
Of course, Avere was not just a guard and not just a quick fuck but she had a surprise between her thighs too for those that did not know who she truly was, how she identified. For she was neither technically male nor female when it came to her genitalia, boasting a moderate-sized cock that I had used on a few occasions too. A slave could not take any manner of top position with me, undoubtedly, but Avere was a cat who adored experimentation, always eager to work off a day's work by twisting and contorting amongst my silk bed sheets. If it was not me that she took out her sexual frustrations on, I was sure that it would be another but I was more than happy to fill her anytime.
"I'd never," I purred back at her. "But you have something for me too here..."
And then she was in my arms, her bare fur pressed up to me, the round rise of her breasts tempting me on. Oh, she was one to bring lesser males to their knees but I was one who could stand and rise above all that, kissing her fiercely, my fingers twisted dominantly into her hair. I was not yet naked from the waist down but Avere made short work of that, freeing my erection in a spilling of fine cloth as her erection teased up against mine, the feline stretching up onto her toes to make up for the difference in our heights.
"Mmmph..."
She groaned into my mouth but I had her just where I wanted her, tossing her on the bed as she yowled, her cock hard and wanton though I had something different in mind for us that evening. The wine had flowed freely and I ached to spend my passions inside her, joining her there as I pulled her on top of me, my legs between her thighs and under her buttocks. She straddled me with a purr, rolling her head back luxuriously as her tail flicked, licking her lips as if she was a true whore. Yet that salacious look on her muzzle was purely of one who knew her own worth and power and, in a strange way, that excited me more than anything else too.
It was good to have some variety.
"Oh, master," she purred, grinding her wet pussy down onto my cock, pressing the length back so it was made slick with her juices. "To think you come for me time and time again..."
But I wasn't in the mood for her play that night and grabbed her hips, pushing her up with a hoarse, harsh grunt that she echoed straight back at me. The tip of my cock found her feminine sex, the heat of it as intoxicating as any liquor, and pulled her down, spearing her full in a single thrust. Yowling, she straddled me as her legs scooted out a little wider, the mattress bowing beneath our combined weight, though that most certainly was not going to stop us from taking what we needed from each other in the cool of the evening, sunset streaming through the open windows.
The rich, floor-length curtains fluttered in an unseen breeze but I had no time for that as I dug my heels into the bed and powered up into her, spearing her full. Her pussy closed around me in a beautiful pulse and ripple, the cat as in control of her body as some of my well-trained slaves were. She moaned out my name and I bared my teeth in a feral grin of like passion, our bodies coming together in the best of ways.
Sweat trickled down the back of my neck, dampening a curl of hair, and I grunted as I slammed into her, giving the cat the ride of her life even as her cunt flexed around me. She tried to get me off quickly with all her might but I was a more seasoned lover than that, as much as need tingled through me, prickling at my nervous system as if it threatened to take over. But not that time, not that day, not as I groaned and let her ride me, her cock bobbing in the air between us. There was no controlling its almost hypnotic dip and sway but she had all just as she wanted it to be, head thrown back and her hands on my knees, though it was the sort of angle only one as supple and as flexible as a feline, like her, could pull off.
It was too warm for such activities and yet I was not willing to give up a good thing once it had gotten started, her fur coat surely keeping her warmer than even I was. My thumb found the tiny nub of her clit tucked down behind her cock at the edge of her feminine folds and pressed down to a chorus of mews.
