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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Mezzoris smirked as she set down alongside the road. The tall, buxom dragoness could not hide that her "assets" drew the eye first, but they were one of the many things that made her as successful a succubus as she was. With a thick mane of dark blue hair spilling down the back of her neck, she presented herself as female most of the time as it suited her, though there were some dangerous parts where it was easier to dress down and present as male. As long as she knew who she was, Mezzoris did not care too much for societal norms in the kingdom she roamed.
Her midnight blue scales had darkened over time, turning towards a shade that was closer to black, though that could have been partly her mood over the years. Softer, finer scales added definition over her breasts, running down to her belly and crotch in a like shade, just a little lighter than they had been before. Succubi were often prone to changes in line with the path their lives took, although being immortal came with a toll too. It was only right that, one way or the other, their bodies showed it.
Above her, clouds swirled, a long cloak draped from her shoulders that came down over her ankles, though it was not fully fastened at the front. It fluttered and drifted on the wind that toyed with it, revealing that she was wearing very little underneath. Her attire was something like a leather harness that crisscrossed her torso, across her stomach, in the overseas fashion: a design the merchants had brought over to the land in which they lived. Her undergarments appeared the same, revealing her muscular yet feminine thighs, but were lined on the inside so leather would not uncomfortably rub against her sex. Fine gems were set into the attire too, which could have been seen as her wearing flexible, leather armour or simply something more appropriate for a brothel.
It depended on who was looking at her and Mezzoris had never cared for small-minded opinions.
The storm was coming in and she had laid her trap effectively: a broken-down cart with a slew of goods spilling from it. As a succubus, of course, she had to lure in victims and she had considered setting up a position on the route between towns to take a willing victim for her pleasure and feeding for some time. They most likely wouldn't entertain her for too long, although she still needed to hunt and feed on the sexual appetites of those who would lie with her.
The dragoness, however...didn't always hunt effectively. It felt like it was too much effort to find ones that wanted to be used by her in those days. Every one since the gryphoness had disappointed her and she just had not had the same sense of being at peace with any other victims.
That was wrong. Mezzoris' smirk became a little more fixed in place, though she didn't let her expression change. There wasn't anyone who really was like the gryphoness, her name holding a sacred place in her memory, and that was just why Mezzoris had struggled to find someone who would suit her needs since then.
It's been years, too many years...
She sighed, her wings shuffling on her back, bare toes curling into the sandy, silty soil. To the North, mountains rose, offering a less than appealing canyon that travellers traversed to get to where they needed to go. Without having a direction in mind whenever she set off, Mezzoris had never really felt the same. Without her gryphoness, the sweetheart she'd kept by her side for year upon year, right up to the end of her natural lifespan, the dragon succubus was lost like a compass that spun and spun without ever pointing in any fixed direction.
I'll feel better after I have fed, she told herself, her tail swinging back and forth lightly, though she would have rather had it plunged into a partner. And then everyone will be satisfied.
That was something, at least. Mezzoris had never been one to take unwilling victims: it tainted the quality of the sexual energy. Even though she had never experienced that for herself, she'd felt it when someone else had been taken against her will in the nearby vicinity. She'd taken care of that and secured their wellbeing -- but, of course, she'd been chased out of that town too once they'd realised she was a succubus.
Waiting at the side of the road, the dragon shook herself, warm need pooling between her thighs. Waiting was the worst bit, though Mezzoris could not have known she'd find one she didn't need to wait on that day.
"These are my hunting grounds, succubus."
She perked up at that, standing again with her tail curling back and forth. Although she'd sensed the incubus' energy, she hadn't thought him worth paying attention too. He may well have just been passing by, although the melanistic leopard's eyes locked on to hers.
Mezzoris let the wind pick up her hair from her neck, playing it around her horns. Her cloak fluttered and the feline's eyes dropped to her body. Typical for an incubus, though she admired him too. He was similarly dressed in a long cloak to brush off the chill of the change in weather, but definitely appeared to be wearing long trousers and boots. That was disappointing.
"And yet you're the one who was drawn into my trap, incubus," she purred, her tongue flicking out to tickle the side of her muzzle. "Perhaps today you are the prey and I am the huntress."
The leopard licked his lips and shook his head, although his lips twitched.
"Oh, I may not mind being prey to a dragon," he breathed, stalking up to her with his black tail curling back and forth behind him, the darker rosettes showing through his fur. "I am Irek. Tell me, are you hungry?"
Mezzoris smiled, her head tilted. An incubus as a partner was an interesting idea and she had not come across one of her supernatural kind for quite some time. If there was someone who could go toe to toe with her in lust and need, however, perhaps he would do what she needed for some time.
Either way, sex with an incubus would be spectacular.
"I go by Mezzoris in these lands. And I could indulge," she murmured, letting him come close enough to cup her face and finding herself leaning into his hand against all odds. "Mmmm... Perhaps somewhere out of this wind."
She didn't mind the weather, of course, and had enjoyed many mind-blowing sexual escapades in the pouring rain before, though being comfortable too was a pleasure. So, she followed the lure of passion all over again, curling her tail around his waist to draw him back behind her staged broken-down cart and the rocky outcrops further back. There, her tent was set up -- a tall one with more than enough room with one of her greater height and stature to move around in, though it had been strained on more than a few occasions with how vigorous she was in riding her partners.
Oh, but his hands just felt so good on her as he purred and licked his lips, his tongue swiping out in a pink lash against the side of his muzzle. Even that little look was intoxicating and she inhaled deeply, her eyes tracking the movement of his tongue.
That tongue would be amazing between her thighs, sweeping up between the folds of her pussy. But that was a benefit, of course, of being with an incubus.
No one would know her sexual desires like that, even if he would not have his approach fine-tuned, of course, to her needs.
Together, they backed up into her tent, though it was Mezzoris who took control. The leopard's tail lashed back and forth and he purred against her, though, to all appearances, he just looked like a normal cat. He was so much more than that, however, as sexual energy thrummed around him, as if it was a tangible force hanging in the air.
For creatures like them, life was about passion, as well as feeding. Her tent was laid out with plush cushions and rugs to more than cover the floor, though she'd rolled out an imported mat too, which was woven from the fibres of a plant that grew overseas. There would be no cold, hard ground under them as they toppled backwards in a tangle of limbs, hungry lips reaching for one another.
"Oh, Satan, I've missed this..."
Irek growled against her throat as his tongue lashed her scales, though there was no holding back for them. He ripped off her clothes and snapped the clasp of her cloak at her throat, though Mezzoris only gave him a throaty cry in turn.
"Yes, honey, show me what you've got..."
After all, the moment was about pleasure and pleasure alone, though she needed to feel another warm body against hers. His words roused curiosity in her, though the dragoness was just as eager as him.
Neither the dragon nor the leopard was the prey they'd each respectively sought that day, but they would do more than well enough for one another as their lusts flared. Simmering and tangling with one another, their sexual energies blended as they clawed at each other's clothing.
There was little to tear off Mezzoris, as she'd intended, but Irek skilfully unknotted the ties on both of her hips to slip the leather garments loose. He trailed his claws briefly over the softer padding on the inside, although that was not Irek's focus.
