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Thread: The Mouse and the Bard

she nuzzled his crotch again, getting a little more of that fennfolk smell, her ears twitching as she sighed a little, the sound a happy one, a content one as she enjoyed the feeling of his firm body above her, and under her fingers and face. he was so solid, and he smelled... dangerous... he made her heart beat hard, thudding in her chest so hard she knew he could hear it, the thought he knew her fear, and excitement only made her little heart beat all the harder as she slowly pulled his pants down, gasping at the sight of his cock, pressing a hand to her mouth, shocked and startled by the size, and shape of the member facing her. mousefolk cocks where rather small, thin, short... they where designed to do little when it came to the pleasure of female mice, who where also rather small sexually speaking. most Prey animals where small in the genital area, which was why Esmeralda was so stunned by the size of him. the one Cat she'd had, had been nothing like this. in a town that was mostly rodents of various types, he was probobly the biggest cock she'd ever seen. it's... it's so amazing. she whispered, hesitantly running her fingers along the length, her eyes glittering with the challenge of trying to make it all fit inside her small, tight, but long little channel. i don't know if i will be able to take it all. she admitted, wrapping her hands more tightly around him, feeling the shaft and the length. she was a little hesitant, uncertain on what to do what something so large, and someone so... different. had she been with another mouse, or a ferret. she would have given it a few strokes and then turned, offering herself, and let them have their way... but he didn't seam like the sort.. and she rather wanted to... taste it... her little nose twitched and quivered as she smelled him, he was so wild, so free, so feral. he was like nothing she'd ever known, nothing she'd ever meet again, she wanted to experience everything. and with that in mind, she decided to do something, she'd never done before. she leaned forward, hesitating moment as she gathered his thick, magnificent cock into both if her hands, feeling it, and giving it small, soft squeezes, before she leaned forward the rest of the way, closed her eyes and gave it a lick. then another, and another, he tasted as good as he smelled! salty, musty, a hint of wild that she absolutely adored. she moaned softly, closing her eyes as she ran her tongue along the shaft, the tip, anything she could reach, shuddering happily. you... taste so good. she muttered, wincing as she realized what she'd said and turning a cute little pink color from under her fur, blushing brightly in horror at her inability to censor herself. sorry...
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Flint smirked down at Esmeralda, watching her admire his form. Her look of shock and initial intimidation was completely understandable the bard had taken enough prey females to know he was far more than what most of them were used to. Why thank you. he replied at her compliment. He watched as she tentatively smelled him, inhaling the male musk that seemed overpowering to most of her kind. Closing his eyes, he exhaled in pleasure as her delicate hands began to massage his erect member. It was more than he usually got from one of her folk, at any rate. Sadly, many women the bard had encountered in his travels seemed to have been raised with a rather unfortunate view of their responsibilities in the bedroom. To them, the act of lovemaking, while certainly necessary, was regarded as a chore. Keep the house clean, cook the meals, let your male ride you for a few minutes before bed. Flint supposed this outlook might have come from the fact that attending to the needs of the average rodent male was probably very much a chore to begin with. It disgusted Flint how little regard rodent men held for their women. And that was part of the reason Flint was such a successful lover throughout his travels, truth be told. He, for example, knew that his own pleasure was not all he was working toward. Besides that, most of the females he met had never been tended to in the ways he demonstrated. Usually, he had to be the teacher to a large extent. Less so with Esmeralda, it would seem. Flint stifled a gasp of pleasure as the mousette's hot, soft tongue began to lap sensually up the length of his manhood. You... taste so good. she murmured, before looking suddenly embarrassed. Sorry... Flint smiled down at Esmeralda, brushing her cheek with his hand affectionately. ...don't apologize, my dear. he replied. If you're enjoying yourself, that's certainly nothing to be ashamed of...
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she blushed a little more as she smelled his musk, feeling dizzy and aroused just by the smell of him, a soft moan falling from her lips at the first taste of him, quickly losing herself to the act. she'd never pleasured someone before, rodent men found it pointless to have their seed wasted. after all, the point of fucking was to breed. most rodent men only cared about getting their women as pregnant as possible, and as often as possible. that was really all that mattered. even the Cat she had been with hadn't really seamed too interested in being pleasured, he just slipped inside of her and did his business, though he had certainly been far more gentle about it. it was with the Cat that she'd had her first orgasm. her shock over it had scared the cat off before he even came, the poor thing. somehow, this Fox... there was something about him that made her want him to truly enjoy himself. when he told her not to apologize she offered him a hesitant smile. i... i've never... done anything like this before... she admitted softly. voice embarrassed, ashamed... excited. but i... i've heard... stories... and i have...books.. she admitted her eyes downcast again, utterly mortified that she'd admitted that, but her hands never stopped working his length... she didn't even seam to realize she was doing it until her tongue caught the top of his cock again, tasting the flesh and sighing softly as she slowly, hesitantly pulled him into her mouth and gave him a tiny suck. she'd heard many a traveler talk about the amazing thing called a blow job, and she knew the theory, but had never been able to practice. she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take him any deeper, but if he asked, she'd try. her eyes where closed, her fur was nearly turning pink from the blush, and really, she looked just oh so very adorable with that look of delight and mortification on her face with her mouth around the head of his cock.
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Sorry I didn't reply over the weekend, some things came up and I ended up being pretty busy. Flint smiled down at the mousette, his hand smoothly running through her hair. He nodded at her words, somewhat impressed very few of his small village conquests where at all literate, though he supposed that might have been why his act still tended to draw such large crowds in such places. You've read about such things, have you? he replied, his smirk growing slightly. My, but she was a cutie! Not only was she physically smaller than the Fennman, but her flushed, round ears and mixed expression told Flint that she was indeed telling the truth she had never done this for a male before. That said, she was doing an excellent job. Obviously, she knew well how to adapt theory to practice Flint felt himself shiver again, feeling her delicate hands working the portion of his shaft she could not work into her deliciously suckling mouth, and hot, lapping tongue, small but skillful and oh so smooth. He shuddered, debating whether he should tell the mousette what was coming. He decided against it her reaction to such things would be good to know in the line of work she would be accompanying him in. His decision, he found, was already made up on her proposal. He wasn't sure if it was her lack of hesitance in dropping to service him, or something else, but decided it didn't much matter. My dear, I guarantee you will soon know many things a book has never prepared you for... out on the road with me. His words sounded like a promise, and indeed they were. After tonight, Esmeralda would be a bard's assistant...
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it's cool i don't get worried until someone doesn't reply for a week or longer XD Esmeralda nodded up at him, pleased that she could read. her parent's had taught her before they had died. it annoyed many of the villagers that she could read, and she was usually found tucked away in the corner of her little room, with her nose buried in a... 'borrowed' book. yes. i like to read. she admitted softly, looking proud of her ability to read, and she was. most of the rat and mouse men liked to keep their women stupid and dependent, so they didn't try to run off like Esmeralda was planning. she had to admit though... she rather liked putting the theory into practice... the feeling of his cock in her mouth was... very nice. it tasted salty, yet sort of sweet and she loved the texture, smooth and hard in her mouth. she liked the feeling of his shaft on her fingers too, he was hard, and warm, and throbbing, she could feel the pulse in his cock and she worked her fingers and her tiny little tongue along the vein to feel the throbbing of his blood, of his life, of his passion. she sighed softly from around his cock, clearly getting very into the act as she worked him a little deeper, remembering from her books that the task of a person preforming true oral sex, was to taste the base of his shaft. she choked though, startling herself so much she pulled away, but she never stopped, she tried again, using different angles and sucks to try and fir every inch of him into her tight little mousey throat... but it wasn't meant to be this time. despite being such a clear novice, it was also clear she was really starting to enjoy the task at hand, and she was trying to do her best for him, it was pretty cute how into it she was getting and she gasped at him, her eyes wide. r..really!? you'll take me on!? she asked, or tried to, her mouth still wrapped around his cock it was no doubt hard to understand her, but with her ears perked up and her eyes glittering with excitement, it was clear she was overjoyed to be his new assistant. she choked again as he started to cum, and she sputtered, shocked, lines of his cum spilling out of her mouth before she finally started to swallow, the reaction instinctive as she started to swallow his seed, her eyes wide, shocked at the taste of his seed as she pulled away once he was done, looking a little stunned, her furry little lips coated in his cum as she considered what had just happened. clearly, the books had never explained quite what would happen when a man orgasmed into a woman's mouth. ...that was... shocking... she finally admitted, rubbing her face clean before licking her hands free of his seed, licking every speck of his cum off of her body, she knew some men did like that... and if she was being completely honest... he was better than some of the meals she had to put up with in this place.
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One word. Minecraft. . Flint closed his eyes, shuddering and letting out a slight grunt of pleasure as he finally paid the mousette for her efforts. Watching her initially gag on his jets of hot, strong-tasting seed, he winced slightly- few of the females who had taken him into their mouths this way had appreciated not getting any warning of what was coming, but of course it happened to Flint so rarely in this part of the world that the moment often ran away with him. Watching her begin to drink it down, however, despite her shocked and confused expression, he was relieved obviously, it was new for her, but she hadn't bolted at the first sign of something new. That will serve us both well on the road. He mused. That was... shocking... he heard her remark, and Flint's ears splayed slightly. Sorry about that. he said, apologizing anyway, though as she spoke the mousette had already begun to lick herself clean, as well as the shaft and crotch-fur before her. As she worked, he ran his hand gently through her hair, rubbing behind her round ears gently. But yes, I do believe I would greatly enjoy your company along the road it will be nice to have someone to share in the adventure... His playful smirk returned. ...and besides, I would be a fool to leave behind anyone who gives head like that without being asked. Once Esmeralda had finished cleaning him, Flint strode over to the bed, sitting down and beckoning to the mousette. But before we go, in the morning before your guardian misses you... I believe I promised you an evening of new sensations, did I not? He beckoned to her playfully with one finger. Come here, little mouse, let the fox get a taste of you... after all, you've had a taste of him.
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XD i don't know what that is, but i imagine it's about as addicting as oblivion and Fallout Esmeralda coughed a little as she swallowed his seed, blinking at him a little, her head tilted a little as his ears splayed. sorry? she asked, giving him a strange look. why should you be sorry? some men start to thrust real hard when they start to orgasm. i'm glad you didn't do that, it startled me, but you didn't choke me like most men would have. she admitted as she licked herself clean. you taste good too... not like mouse men. she admitted. your not as sour... your salty, kind of sweet. she admitted simply before beaming as she was reassured that he would take her with him. i do so adore adventures! she admitted with a happy little smile as she shook her head. i rather enjoyed it, you feel... really nice in my mouth. she admitted, going a deep red again as she blushed, turning to watch him move over tot he bed, hesitating, looking a little uncertain about what he meant by... getting a taste of her... was he going to bite her? eat her? worse!? had she really never been pleasured by the tongue of a man? obviously, or she wouldn't have looked so very terrified. but, she moved over to him, abandoning her dress where it lay as she took his hand, swallowing thickly, a hint of fear in those excited crystal eyes as she moved onto the bed and settled onto her back, watching him as she spread her legs, half expecting him to mount her, or move her onto all fours and then mount her... but the part that knew he wasn't like other men, made her wonder, and worry about what he was planning on doing with her, or doing to her. but she didn't quiver and shake, despite her obvious fear... her curiosity and arousal was bigger, and she'd never run away from anything in her life. not even her drunken 'uncle' had made her back down... not that he'd ever hit her where the bruises would show. she watched him with even more curiosity as he settled between her legs, and what he did next, had her gasping in shock, and moaning in pleasure at the same time.
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Flint smirked as Esmeralda eased apprehensively onto the bed, laying herself out on her back before him. He noted her fearful expression, and the unsteady rise and fall of her chest... Then I do hope you'll enjoy this adventure, my dear... His smirk remaining, Flint dropped down, and began to lick and kiss up the inside of the mousette's foreleg. The journey produced a number of exquisite sensations even before it reached its goal. Up Flint came, teasing the tender flesh beneath Esmeralda's fur, kissing up one thigh, and then the other... ...at last, the prize was in sight. At first, as if to tease his prey, Flint began to kiss and lick around the moistening cleft. For a moment, it even looked as if he would pass it by, working his way up almost to the mousette's navel before heading back down. And then the fun really started. Esmeralda's legs were spread, and Flint began with one long, slow lick over the outside of the dripping slit. Then he moved in. Expert fingers massaged the mousette's sensitive clit, while the fennman's flat, broad, long tongue lapped sensually, first over the outside, and then it began to... delve . It was more sensual than Esmeralda could have previously believed, and so... different . Hot, prehensile flesh probed and curled within her, by itself more satisfying than most of the men who had previously lain claim to the female's slender body...
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she shivered and sighed as he kissed along her, every movement he made that didn't hurt, made her relax even more until she was a nice pile of breathing goo beneath him. clearly she'd never received such soft, gentle attention before, and she was eagerly soaking up every little bit of it. oh yes... i'm enjoying this adventure. she finally breathed, her eyes closed, clearly enjoying every touch he offered her. he could have done anything to her at that point, and she probobly wouldn't have cared. she was luxuriating in the pleasant, almost lazy pleasure that he was offering her, a small smile on her lips, gasping as he ghosted along her oh so sensitive folds, swollen with her desire and her lust, groaning as he skipped where she wanted him the most and started kissing up her belly. she didn't protest, or comment, or even say a word as he went up, she just spread her legs a little more, expecting him to kiss his way up to her breasts... but he didn't, he went back down, and the most amazing sensation flooded her. she squealed in shock, and in pleasure and arched as his tongue delved into her folds, her back leaving the bed as her inner thighs clenched tightly around his head as she gasped, and moaned, and groaned, her head tossed back, and the most arousing noises fell from her mouth. moans, and groans, whimpers, whines, mewls, and hisses, sighs and whines of pleasure as she wriggled and squirmed in a dual effort to get away from that hot, wet, flat tongue, and to drive it deeper into her body. she didn't even know what she wanted anymore, all she knew, was that she was feeling the most pleasure, that she'd ever felt in her life, and she wanted more! and damn if he wasn't already driving her closer and closer to the strongest orgasm she'd ever have in her entire, mousey life. ooooh gooood pleeeease! she moaned for him, arching again as she ground her hips, trying to warn him that she was close, so close, begging him to stop, and to not stop, lost in a sea of pleasure that she couldn't escape from. how could his Tongue, be better than any cock she'd ever had in her entire life!? i forgot to ask, how old would you like Esmeralda to be? i won't play anyone under fifteen just to let you know.
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However old you'd like her to be. My character is about in his early 20s. Flint smirked slightly at the squeal he elicited from Esmeralda as his tongue delved into her for the first time. Deftly, he continued to work on her moistening cleft, nipping tenderly at the mousette's hardened clit, easily sending waves of unrelentingly pleasurable sensation through his helpless prey... I have so very much to teach her! He mused to himself. Flint never ceased to be amazed at how effective such relatively simple techniques seemed to be when used on inexperienced country girls such as Esmeralda. He often wondered if it had begun to make him uncreative, but it seemed his storytelling skills translated well to thinking up new things to do in the bedroom, something he would learn as he put Esmeralda through her paces over the course of their adventures. Flint briefly imagined the many benefits of having a piece of nice looking, open-minded mousette tail with him on the road his journeys would be considerably more interesting from here on out...
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i think i'll make Esmeralda 18 she gasped and groaned, arched and moaned as he deftly worked her folds like the master that he was, arching, wriggling, writhing as he ate her out, making her buck and whimper as she drew closer and closer. he could feel her oncoming orgasm, her tight little cunt getting tighter and tighter, and every time he touched her clit she'd jerk and wail in her pleasure before she arched again, crying out as she came, hard. her slick juices lining his tongue as she writhed and gripped the bed sheets tightly, desperate for something to hold onto as her pleasure ripped through her, leaving her mindless to anything but the intoxicating, wonderful waves of pleasure that crashed into her again and again, leaving her limp on the bed as she gasped and moaned, lost to the sea he had pushed her into as she enjoyed her orgasmic high. oh... oh that was amazing... she muttered softly, managing to lift her head to look at him, lust, arousal, desire and want swimming through her eyes. oh please... give me more... she pleaded, rolling onto all fours, lifting her long naked tail as she spread her legs and dropped her chest, presenting herself to him... begging for his cock. his thick, long, perfectly wonderful cock for her tight, so tight cunt. she wasn't a virgin, not by a long shot, but compared to fennfolk, mousefolk where just smaller... tighter. please... oh please Flint... it was the first time she'd actually called him by name, so lost in her pleasure, she forgot to be 'polite' to the man who was now basically her master. she knew better than to think he was a lover, to him, she was just a hot piece of tail who would give him pretty much anything he wanted. he was her ticket out of this place, and she was willing, and now very eager to pay the price, and she'd eagerly keep paying it until he got bored with her, and cast her aside.
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Flint easily rose to the occasion, in both senses of the word. Climbing to his knees, he positioned himself behind the plainly desperate mousette, his strong hands moving to grip the sides of her hips. Wiping his lips of her feminine juices, he smirked down at her. It should be a crime that you need this so very badly... Slowly, Flint pushed his hips forward, his firm manhood rubbing easily over the outside of Esmeralda's slick cleft. ...truly no man has shown you this before? He squeezed the mousette's rump slightly. No longer. The Fennman repositioned his hips slightly, and on he came. His tapered tip spread Esmeralda's nether lips easily, and in his first long, slow thrust, he seemed to sink himself all the way to the hilt. He was large, larger truly than any male the mousette had shared the company of before, and he stretched to an extent that was almost uncomfortable. But oh, there was no discomfort here. Flint reached centers of pleasure within Esmeralda yet unknown to the little female, and once known, never again could they be ignored. The male drew himself back, and then, like some great piston of heat and pleasure, he sank deep once more, breaking waves of pleasure over his helpless conquest...