Chapter#07

In the light of the moon, it looked like she was wearing gray leggings with the crotch ripped out of them. She had no true pubic hair, rather a soft patch of felt where it should have been. He tucked the front of the skirt into the waistband, holding it open. He used both hands now, his left hand to tease her outer folds and his right hand to spread her open and penetrate her. She moaned loudly, grinding her ass against his cock, which had become hard beneath his pants. He pushed back, his dick now between her buttocks.

He bit her on the neck, lightly. She shivered, moving her ass out of the way to squeeze his cock through his pants. When she rocked her hips, his fingers moved in and out of her.

It took her several tries, but she managed to free his cock from his pants, stroking him with a firm grip. He pushed her forward, and she got on her hands and knees in front of him, shaking her tail in his face. He grabbed a handful of the wiry hair and pulled, thrusting his hard cock inside of her.

The sound she made was somewhere between a growl and a laugh, her legs trembling. He kept a tight hold of her tail, pumping himself into her while running his other hand along her hips and legs. He liked how her fur became incredibly soft right where it became skin, petting those parts of her while he pounded her from behind. When she lifted her head to look back, he used his other hand to grab a handful of her hair, pulling back on that as well. Her head tilted skyward, a throaty laugh emanating from her mouth, followed by a loud moan.

Be a little rough. Naia giggled in his mind. Was she actually there? Could she sense what he was doing, watching him from afar? Or was this just that small part of her soul, grafted onto his. Would she experience his life all at once when he died, or would it just be random memories she could pull up and view like an old movie?

MIke thrust into her roughly, yanking her head back. He wrapped her tail around his hand like a rope, alternating his yanks between head and tail.

"Harder. Harder!"

He fought the urge to yell giddyup, letting out a small yell instead. She reached back to play with her clit, her fingertips brushing against his shaft. Several minutes passed this way, her body going limp and giving him full control. Her cries came in loud bursts, and a small orgasm ripped through her body. She pulled her head free of his grasp and crawled off of him, turning in place to face him. She kissed him hard, her tongue tracing circles on his while she pushed him onto his back.

"Now it's my turn to ride you." She pinned his shoulders down and lowered herself onto his cock, shuddering in pleasure when he sank into her. Her vagina was deep, easily taking him all the way down to his balls. She lifted herself up until he almost slipped out of her, then slammed herself back down. It didn't take her long before her self control eroded, eyes closed while she bounced up and down, pausing occasionally to grind her thick clit against his pubic bone. She grunted through clenched teeth each time she did this, her eyes shut in concentration. Mike grabbed onto her hips, moving his hands down to her furry thighs to help her move. When he could, he teased her by tilting his hips to pull his cock out, then pushed it back in when her cries became desperate.

"Oh shit," she hissed, the rhythm of her hips suddenly irregular, her whole body tensing up. He grabbed onto the top of her thighs and pulled her tightly against him, lifting his hips off the ground. Looking down, he could see her engorged clit appear and disappear from view as she pressed into him, his lap suddenly wet with her fluids.

She let out a loud grunt that sounded suspiciously like a neighing horse, her whole upper body now vertical and both hands squeezing her breasts through the thick fabric of her tunic. Her whole body quaked above him and her vagina squeezed down on the head of his cock. He held back his own orgasm, lifting a hand to tenderly caress her cheek. Letting out a final squeal, Zel squirted all over his lap, soaking his skin and the ground beneath them.

She collapsed, her face fitting perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. They were both breathing hard, just slightly out of sync with each other. Zel didn't wait long to start stroking him, keeping his dick nice and hard.

"It's so much better with someone else." She teased his urethra with the pad of her thumb. "And it was definitely better than I imagined it would be."

"I'm glad to-oh!" Zel had moved quick, crawling down to suck him into her mouth. She was using one hand on the base of his shaft and the other to massage his balls, easily taking him deep with her own lubrication to help. Mike lifted his head to watch her, using a hand to pull her hair aside for a better look.

Zel's hands worked miracles on his shaft, and he blew his load in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out, and he could hear her swallow in surprise. She pulled her mouth away, trying to catch what she could in an empty vial she had pulled from somewhere. Giving him a few last strokes, she caught a few decent globs in her flask.

"That felt wonderful Zel."

"Mmm-hmm." She pulled another vial out and held it to her lips. Semen and spit filled the vial, far more than she had caught in the other. "You came way more than I thought you would. I swallowed some and wasted it."