Thread: 'Twixt Sea and Mirrored Sky (MissInk & Erit)

Azrea bit her lip when she felt his swollen glands push against her sodden, orgasm slicked entrance. Her tail was pinned between their bodies where the tip hooked over his shoulder while it fidged, stroking his grief riddled chest with her soft fur. The first inch erupted a painful whimper from the Vixen, but the sound twisted to long and lustful as his girth came to press down on the sweet spot he had warmed earlier. The sharp ache only peppered her bliss as each and every movement caressed over the pressured area. The Fox cursed with an aching moan when the remainder of his length pushed abruptly into her body, making her toes curl from the sensation of the hard kiss to her cervix. Her arms came up and her small hands curved around the back of his neck while her ears still remained flattened against his pectorals. It hurts so good she praised. Each firm kiss to her cervix peppered her moans with pain but her bliss was obvious. In one swift movement, Azrea was pinned beneath his weight on the nest she had created. His weight bore down her back, immobilizing her torso, but the Fox dug her knees into the cotton and elevated her hips to hold against the powerful stride of his hips. It angled him better for him manhood to continue its assault to her deepest zone but it took all her strength to hold against him, giving him better leverage than her flaccid hips. His fingers wrapped around the base of her tail and the fuffy limb wrapped around his forearm to keep him in place. Her pain sparked cries of pleasure and praise grew labored and her thighs began to tremble under the hard plunges of his hips, continuing to drive her orgasm from the cocktail of sensations that clouded her mind. She knew what her Captain was capable off, but feeling his strength pound into her petite body made her respect how gentle he touched her usually. Don't stop she begged, labouredly, between her cries, He was close too, she could smell the potency of his virility in his sweat. The pressure in her loins erupted harder than his attention earlier. Her wet, aching walls contracted around his girth as she climaxed, making her body writhe under him. Her once sturdy hips began to falter her orgasm sapped the control from her trembling thighs. The bitter sweet fluids of her orgasm splashed down her legs each with retraction of his hips and it continued into his last thrust. His groans and sighs were all she ever heard of his hidden voice and her ears pulled back to drink in his every sound. His Kit whimpered with delight as she felt the throbs of his manhood and the warmth of his seed fill her womb while her thighs intermittently spasmed from the organ pressing against her now over sensitive spots. Azrea panted beneath him and released his arm from the grip of her tail as his body came to rest on hers. She gave a happy whine as her mate petted her, knowing that she had made him happy. With still wobbly legs, Azrea gently lifted herself and moved his spent body onto his back where she nuzzled lovingly into his cheek. She licked each mark she had left on him and inspected the dull claw marks on his wrist giving them a soft lick too. The Fox kissed down his sweat-beaded body to his semi-erection against his stomach. Her slightly textured tongue grazed over the pool of the last leakage of his seed to taste that virility and took his fading length in her mouth. The fluffy limb swayed playfully. The mixed tang of both their bodies danced on her tongue while she quickly cleaned him up. He was a busy man after all. I promise i'll get dressed now she said, giving the tip of his fading erection a little kiss before rising off the bed. She cleaned herself up with a linen towel and reached for a long-sleeved white blouse and dressed in front of him. It was followed by a dark leather bodice and a pair of dark trousers. She tried wearing a skirt but her excited tail often caused wardrobe malfunctions. A purpose tail slot also didn't work as it chaffed the base of the limb, as did underwear. Instead, Azrea hung the waistband of her bottoms low and just under her tail, giving it all the freedom it needed to be comfortable, though it meant the top of her rump was constantly on display. A small price for comfort in human clothes. When he sat up, his Kit collected his shirt from the floor and pulled it over his head, aiding him as he pulled his arms through. Its really coming down out there she said, hearing the rain hit the window pane. Some of the furniture began to disturb from the rock of the ship. Whats the plan from here?. Her eyes kept focus on his him, looking out for any nonverbal cue she could to piece together his words. Last edited Jun 15, 2018