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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"These smell great! I can't believe we've never made these before!"
Unlike many lizards, Ahnik was quite alike with his father, the sort of pair that seemed to get on well for some reason while his friend had grown apart from family as they "grew up". Yet he still returned, even as an adult, to make sure that he spent some quality time with his father, their closeness something that others had questioned but that the two of them had simply rolled with.
Some things, after all, were just not worth questioning.
Dvorak, however, was much larger and bulkier than Ahnik, even if the lizard merely remembered him in that way, so much larger and more dominating than him. He had always been thickly muscular with a wicked grin, though the crest of spines on top of their heads always linked them as father and son even if nothing else did. The shade of green that was the rest of their scales too rendered their similarity, though Ahnik's father was a good head taller than him with how he held himself. Maybe it was just that he had more life experience but, well, things like that tended to come with age.
What they had baked was perfect, the gingerbread cookies cut into traditional Christmas shapes. Ahnik, of course, had taken the liberty of cutting out the most Christmas trees, making sure to use every last bit of the dough that he possibly could to get the most cookies. He was not about to let anything go to waste, though laying the still-warm goodies out on the kitchen counter, he frowned.
"Oh no... No, dad, I forgot the milk!"
Grumbling, the lizard swept his hand back over his head-spines, pressing them back as flat as they would go and letting them spring up again. Just what was he going to do with that missing? He couldn't have gingerbread cookies without milk! Maybe the shop just down the road was still open? He would have to see.
Yet his father had a smirk in store for him, holding out his hand and shaking his head before Ahnik could even get out of the kitchen.
"Oh... No, I think you'll do just fine here, Ahnik."
Dvorak laughed throatily, shaking his head, advancing step by step, a swing in his tail heralding his approach. He closed the distance between them so easily that it was quite as if he didn't have something wicked up his sleeve, pulling down his loose T-shirt so that his nipple was exposed.
Ahnik swallowed, hard. No, no, no, he couldn't do something like that again - not because he didn't want to but because it was the wrong time entirely! Dvorak squeezed his pec muscle on that side, allowing his milky nipples to lactate, something that had never been quite explained in his biology but, frankly, was not something that had ever bothered the larger lizard. Truth be told, there just wasn't all that much that Dvorak was, in fact, bothered by, whether it was a difficult situation or just pushing the limits and boundaries of things that others had taken for granted.
His son shook his head, but his lips had parted and he had not left the kitchen when he could have very easily have simply walked around Dvorak. It was all in the set of his body, how he tipped towards his father desperately, the sheen in his eyes telling his father that he only needed a little push, a little shove. All only in the right direction, of course, when it came to such lewd delights.
"Come on now," Dvorak chuckled throatily, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I think this is a much better idea, don't you think so too? Now, you don't have to run out anywhere to get milk but enjoy it straight from the tap. Don't you think it'll be so much thicker and creamier from here?"
He rubbed his chest enticingly, knowing that his son was already lost to him, the heat prickling at Ahnik's scales impossible to miss as it crept down his neck. He wanted it even though he thought that he "shouldn't", everything consensual and out in the open between the two of them. It just had to be lured in, yes, of course, led to the tap to drink as his father guided his muzzle down gently to his teasingly exposed nipple.
Ahnik shuddered. He barely knew when Dvorak had slipped his fingers around to the back of his head. He only knew that he wanted to be there, his lips parting to lock around that milky nipple, his father's chest so broad and thick that he could have truly become lost in it if he had been left to his own devices.
But that was just why he had Dvorak there to lead the way, his father letting out a pleased rumble.
"Mmm, you're easy to persuade..."
Truth be told, it didn't take very much persuading at all, not for something like that, not as his milk flowed forth into the lizard's muzzle. Ahnik moaned around his chest, the pectoral muscle pushing insistently into his mouth, for all it took was a light roll and shift of his father's body to tease it lightly deeper into his muzzle. He was just so ready for it, so wanton, that he didn't feel like he wanted any say in the matter at all, gulping down what he could, his tongue swirling the delectably creamy warmth around his muzzle.
He almost forgot about the cookies that he had lavished attention on with so much milk flowing down his throat. As Dvorak had said, he was, indeed, drinking everything that he could have ever wanted or needed straight from the tap, moaning around his father's nipple, the other woefully left out. It was simply so good, so much of it trickling down his throat with needy gulp after gulp that he could not help himself from taking more, head swirling and spinning, need rising with every pump of cream going down the hatch.
