Candles & Cumshots

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There's nothing I wouldn't do to please Dakota, fact and period. We've been everywhere together and through everything a couple could want; I'm not complaining, but that makes Valentine's Day gifts difficult. What to do, what to get, what to say... Morning sex wasn't good enough anymore and breakfast in bed was too cliché. All I had were my dumb plans and the fox's libido to play on.

Above me towered one of Dakota's closest friends, Dragoslav or Slav for short. With his gravelly, cold voice he spoke: "How does this look?" The black dragon lifted up the blindfold that had been robbing me of my vision and showed me a picture of myself on his phone.

In it (and in reality), I was tied up on the bed, blindfolded and gagged with a black steel chastity cage clamped around my cathood to hide the pink. Forgive me for my narcissism, but anyfur must have been struck by the sexyness of the sight. Thin, scarlet rope tied my arms above my head, meeting at the wrists to form a teepee shape. The tie lacked beauty, but it made up for it in practically. To balance it Slav had snaked rope between each of my fingers creating a pattern on my forepaws before coiling down to my elbows where it branched off to attach to the bedposts. That left my biceps free to be wrapped in rope and tied to my neck, between them the dragon had made a spider web style pattern.

Slav called the tie around my chest a star tie, seeing as how it made a star over my breast plate. He'd left my stomach free of rope, giving open access to it and my crotch, but as a result my legs were folded at the knees and tied like that then attached to the bed posts to immobilise me.

For decoration, red rose petals had been scattered over my midnight fur. The silver of my forepaw was hidden behind my head, the yellow of my eyes behind the sash that acted as a blindfold and my white teeth were concealed by a gag of the same material. All of this and the chastity cage kept the colour scheme set to black and red, sophistication and sex.

On the sides of the pictures you could spy the ten lit candles surrounding me in a circle.

"Is that good?" Slav removed the gag for me.

"Yes, thank you for doing this. You should go now." My words were rushed, if Dakota got back too soon things might get awkward.

"No problem." The black, muscular dragon applied the blindfold and gag again then muttered something about how he better not get fired for this.

There were a few minutes of silence before the front door to my home slammed shut, then locked. Now all I had to do was wait for the fox to return home from checking up on his spa.

I'm not sure how long he took, it couldn't have been longer than an hour, but as my body shook and tingled, tickled by the warmth of the flames around me, but chilled by the stone floor I gradually drifted off into a deep sleep.

With a gasp I jerked awake as something heavy pressed down on my chest, just in time to feel the gag being ripped away from my mouth. Yet before I could speak, my mouth was stuffed with something familiar that happened to be even more effective than the gag.

Even though Dakota had only pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth, his potent musk tied my tongue. It was a spicey scent that burnt my nose and tickled my lips. Dakota made a job of wiping his pre off on my lips and taking pleasure in watching me quiver as it overpowered my sense of taste. The scent of the incense around me died out and soon all I could pick up was the fox's hot musk that swirled around the air, especially when he wiped off a particularly thick dollop on my nose to eliminate my sense of smell.

His cock returned to my lips, the tip nudging my closed teeth willing me to open up wide.

"Blow me." His voice commanded.

Closing my eyes, I leaned forwards and took his cock into my mouth. This was the most daring part of a blowjob, seeing how much I could fit. Somedays I couldn't manage more than half in the first try and other days I'd swallow it whole, today was one of the lucky days. I went further and further, his cock disappearing into my maw until I bumped into his knuckle, his curled ring finger knocking against my chin.

I let out an unsatisfied noise, letting him know that I didn't approve of his deceit.

"What? You thought it would be that easy?"

He dragged his musky fingers over the muscle, pinning my tongue down. I gagged and retched when he touched the back of my throat.

"I know you find this hot. Besides, I wanted to make sure you could handle me."

It was hard to breathe with three fingers crammed into my mouth, but there was something undeniably sexy about my boyfriend dominating me with nothing but three fingers. It was that element of control, how he could get such a strong reaction out of me with just his digits, most likely. I teared up behind the blindfold as he continued the assault with his fingers, prodding each part of my mouth and pressing a finger to my sharpest teeth.

"Watch it now, if one of those catches me you'll be sorry." Dakota warned as he withdrew his fingers.

Spittle was wiped off onto my cheeks, it felt disgusting and slimy, but the dominant act caused my cock to strain in the chastity cage as it pushed against the metal confines. The fox flicked the metal making me cry out into my gag.

"Let's not waste anymore time."

Finally, my lips met his cock. I knew that this was the real deal now, nothing else could make my nose recoil out of its stench and nothing that smelt so wicked could make my cock strain in its cage.

Moving my head forwards I took Dakota's cock into my mouth, gradually taking it inch by inch. I didn't have my hands to guide it in or stimulate him; the challenge felt nearly impossible, but I liked it that way. He bumped against my cheeks occasionally, causing me to crane my neck to adjust my angle and continue.

Burning up, I clenched my body to get the last few inches of his cock. A part of me convinced that a bat was being shoved into my throat it was so thick, thick to the point where it felt wider than usual. His pre filled my mouth until I was forced to swallow, the fox took that opportunity to ram more of his cock into my throat. Somehow I found myself with his knot bumping against my lips and the start of his cock deep in my throat.

I waited there as I struggled to draw in breath through my nose.

It was only when I felt his fingers on my balls threatening me did I start bobbing back and forth, feeling him rub along my coarse tongue and slip down my throat. Dakota groaned, grasped at my head to steady himself, but restrained from thrusting in to plunder my mouth and reach his sweet release faster.

Admittedly, blowing a fur until they come is a chore; your lips go dry, your jaw becomes sore and you're starved for breath, but when it's with some fur you love none of that matters. As I blew him, my heart fluttered and jumped with delight each time my efforts were acknowledged by a gasp or a sudden jerk. Mostly because his cock was choking me.

With his tenth gasp and his seventh squirt of pre, I started picking up the pace; coming down onto his cock faster then dragging up sharply. Soon my lips were being battered by his knot as it tried to cram inside, but my lips weren't going to stretch any further and my jaw was already stinging. The reassuring forepaws on the sides of my head were less calming now as they kept me in place to ensure that I couldn't give him blue balls. Yet, he never impatiently fucked my mouth and let me make him come in my own way.

I tickled the underside of his cock with my tongue, teasing his most prominent vein and pleasuring the most sensitive parts of his member. Though I knew this was just a taste of what I could do to him, if I could only just get him to knot my mouth.

Shoving forwards with all my strength, I desperately tried to fit his knot inside of my mouth.

"Come on babe..." He brought me closer with his forepaws, catching on to my motives.

First try and his knot just painfully pushed against my lips. Second and third had similar results. Fourth my lips trembled as if I was crying and I could have sworn that his knot made it inside for a milli-second Fifth and final push, his knot popped inside and locked in my mouth.

It was more intense than I realised, my entire mouth now stretched to the limits and my tongue barely able to move. I could just about breathe and my jaw ached more than ever. But judging by his continued moans I was just seconds away from getting him to bust.

My tongue snaked up to his sheath, pushing inside the narrow opening and lapping at the treasure trove of untouched nerve endings. That coupled with the roughness of my tongue stroking him and the clenching of my mouth pushed him over the edge.

"F-fuck!" The fox snarled through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on me as cum exploded from his cock.

But, with his knot stuffed behind my lips he was unable to withdraw just yet and the first few pulses fired off straight into my throat. I felt it either splash against the back of my throat or collect at the sides, either way the cloying, delectable mess slid down my throat until Dakota tore free. With his last few shots, he painted my face with his jizz, the hot, sticky strands.... Burnt into my fur and trickled down over my forehead, hardening fast and sizzling...

I awoke from my dream.

I came back to reality to the sight of well... darkness, but I could picture Dakota standing over me in his business wear: white shirt, black tie, black trousers with the pot of one of the candles in his forepaw as the last of it dripped onto my forehead. The position of my head made it roll away from eyes, but nevertheless the sensation was enough to rouse me.

"Next time you trick me into leaving the house, make sure the lie is believable. Oh and pay Dragoslav enough not to double cross you."

Never trust a shady, Ivian dragon.

"That wax on your forehead isn't the prettiest, so let me make up for it."

The fox retrieved a second candle, same colour as the first.

"Shame you only gave the dragon the red candles, I'd love to make a rainbow on your belly. At least he was kind enough to give me a wide open canvas."

He teased me, bringing the candle flame close enough to the furs on my arm as to singe the ends, being careful not to drip wax onto me yet.

"Want another taste?"

My flicking tail indicated a yes.

The candle darted my from my arms to my lips, he brought it up and trickled the wax down onto them causing it to splash and tickle my lips with the heat.

"Oh you meant on your body."

He switched quickly, flicking the rest of the contents of the candle between the gaps in the rope on my arm each dash causing me to jerk violently. It felt as if my arm had suddenly caught fire!

There was no mercy in this fox, my other arm was subject to the same feeling until three out of the ten candles were gone. It felt like glue had stuck onto my arm, that's the only way I can describe it.

Next came my belly: he picked up two more candle holders, blew out the flames then poured the melted contents. The two streams pooled just above my bellybutton, I sharply inhaled and squirmed as the burning ran rampage in just one spot, then danced out in all directions when I my belly rose suddenly.

"Sorry love, you're the one doing all this. If you could just keep your belly still..."

I heard him reaching for the next two candles. This time, I tried to keep my belly puffed out, but I had to let go of it all when the burning wax splashed onto my skin again. I cried out into my gag this time as it spiralled in different places, then accidentally caused it to fling over more of my body when I tried to escape by squirming.

Now Dakota did something different, he couldn't roll me onto my front to get at my back, so he had to make do with the spaces in between the streams of the now solid wax. Allowing it to drip rather than pour, he held it higher than before to increase the splatter and targeted the bare spaces. Each time a drop dripped onto me, I'd hiss and twist away from it then brace for the next. Well, that was the case for the first minute or so.

I imagine there's a sadistic side in my boyfriend that comes out to play occasionally, it must have been the cute barely audible noises I made that drew him out that time. The droplets came faster, I'd twist away from one and into the next. No more short term exposure to the pain. As I tried to avoid his attacks my heart began beating faster and faster, pounding away in my chest as adrenaline kicked in. My breaths became ragged, my cock hurt and my body flared with anger and pain until the drops finally ran out. The only thing I can compare it with is an orgasm after rough sex.

His lips met mine, his teeth biting into my lower lip and his claws slowly scratching down my thighs.

"I wish you could see yourself, it's quite cute when you try to resist me." Three more love and then I think you'll be ready for the fun stuff."

Easy enough, right?

"I'm going to pour two of them onto your legs and the last one on your chastity cage." He explained as to not alarm me.

Dakota told me what I looked like later, according to him I was his very own piece of modern abstract art. I'd sell for at least a million. Streaks of red ran down my sides and disappeared under me like a stretched out tapestry, the ink being the dots all over my front and the splodge on my forehead.

"Actually..." I heard him pouring the two candles into one container, I imagined that it was overflowing. "It's all going in that last spot."

I had no time to complain as the instant he'd finished speaking, a tidal wave of scorching wax was applied directly to the chastity cage. It wasn't so bad, the cold metal didn't heat up much at all and if anything it was just a soothing sensation. That is until he emptied it on my balls.

Screaming into my gag, I writhed about as my balls were subjected to an intense heat that wrapped my most sensitive parts up and squeezed them till they felt like they were going to burst. I admit that the tears started flowing and my body trembled as what was only five seconds of hot, red wax being poured onto my genitals felt like a minute of the torture. Then that was snatched away from me as I became resilient to the feeling, it was more like a soothing grasp now stroking my balls. Had I not been in chastity my groin would have been coated in a thick coat of pre. My body fell still, the sensation reminding me of sinking into a warm bath. Suddenly, the fox's soft paws were wiping away my tears.

"Shhhh... It's fine brave kitty." He untied my gag and blindfold, quickly holding a thumb on my shaking lip and taking away the tears. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

"N-n-no..." My voice quivered, the last few moments may have been tranquility, but there was still that minute of pain.

I looked up at him through puffy eyes. He was there watching over me protectively, but I was unable to make out his figure in the darkness aside from his beautiful eyes.

We waited for a moment, his forepaws stroking my face and giving me re-assuring squeezes until my tears died down.

"Want me to take this chastity cage off? I'd say you're ready to come for me."

I nodded slowly, it still hurt to move a bit, but that was just because of the position I was in.

A key clicked into the steel cage around my cock and just moments after a massive weight was lifted from my cathood. I sighed in relief as I felt my cock growing to it's full size as Dakota softly rubbed my sheath, encouraging my erection.

It was a dark purple colour with reddish blotches now, a side effect of having gone so long without an orgasm and having been through so much play in the past few hours. This was only the height of our scene, there had been plenty of grinding, groping and gagging earlier on before I'd manipulated the fox into leaving. Or well, I guess I didn't really do that seeing as how he saw through my plan.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

Dakota's freshly lubed up forepaws began working at my aching cock, with a groan I tipped my head back and rested. I felt his free forepaw groping at a buttock, lifting me up slightly as he toyed with me to get a better grip on my barbed member.

A steady stream of pre trickled from my cock, though it was impossible to notice because of how slick my cock was already. Even before Dakota's pumps, my cock had been coated in a sheen of precum. It was a sign that I was just waiting for enough stimulation to go off, I'd never needed an orgasm so badly.

Dakota brought me up more and more until I was on my tip toes, he was crouched beside me as he worked my cock which he aimed at my belly, ready to fire. The fox was good at keeping me on the edge, pumping his hand over my cock constantly, but slowly. He'd stop and squeeze when I was on my verge or whenever the more orgasmic moans echoed through our chamber. I could feel it building, then declining, then building, then declining... It was hell and heaven at the same time. I was stuck in a limbo of the pure state of bliss and at the same time fury.

"Do you want it?" The fox chuckled, meeting my eyes as his forepaw flew over my twitching, pulsing member.

"Yes! Please!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes please sir!" I cried out quickly, desperate for this finish.

"Hump my forepaw."

Dakota's movements stopped, his grip tightening as he remained still.

I groaned, bit my lip and tried to muster the energy to lift my hips. I could just about manage and is I humped up into his forepaw, my orgasm started coming back to me. Thrusting up, I made short, fast stabs at the makeshift hole.

"Ahhhhh..." I moaned, biting my tongue. "Please..."

All I had to do was ask, Dakota knew that I'd never been able to cum just from fucking his forepaw; now wasn't going to be any different, especially when I was so low on energy.

"No." His stern voice came. "You fuck my hand if you want to come."

But it was like trying to force a square into a triangle hole, not that my cock was too large, just that it wasn't going to happen. Desperately, I humped up, but the ring was just on the edge of my cock so I couldn't even make it go half way down and the ropes around me prevented me from thrusting too high.

"Please! J-just lower it!"

He broke the ring, then formed it lower, but in a different spot. I had to guide my cock over and awkwardly try to come at it from the side. Still, all I managed to do was poke the head of my cock in, but at least this time my sensitive barbs were brushed against. I cried out and squirted a shot of pre onto his fingers.

He brought them away to my mouth, I happily lapped up my own pre and hung my tongue out for more. Like the candle wax, he allowed the pre to drip down onto my face and onto my tongue. Like I said, I'd do anything to please him.

"That was quite sexy... Here you go."

Dakota brought his fingers down further and closer above my cock, allowing me to really fuck his forepaw. I shoved up with my cock, penetrating the gap all the way down to my sheath.

"Yessssss!" I moaned in relief and took more thrusts, hurriedly attempting to get myself off before he denied me my orgasm.

More pre came out, this time in a constant stream. It wouldn't be long now. The power left my thrusts as I lazily pushed up against the opening, finally bringing myself to orgasm in a fantastic cum shot.

I howled with pleasure as one final push brought cum rushing forth from my meatus, it shot up high in the sky and came crashing down in an impressive rain. Streaks of it covered my front

going as far as my chin. Lines of cat cum were painted over body contrasting with the powerful red tones already dashed across me.

Through it all I continued to fuck his forepaw, sending more of it flying all over myself and Dakota's fingers.

In the end I was reduced to a bumbling mess, my eyes wide with sexual joy and my cock quickly deflating. The fox wiped his fingers clean on my neck furs then backed off to re-light the remaining candles as I rested.

I'm not sure how long I stayed there, twisted up like a possum playing dead. I remember seeing flickers of flames come to life in the corners of my vision, but other than that those moments are a blur. The next I can recall is the godly sight of my boyfriend approaching for the second time.

He lifted me up by the waist, revealing my tailhole and reached down to pull the inflated butt plug out of my tailhole. I yelped in disapproval as it popped out, leaving my hole still gaping . His fingers toyed with my flesh there, pinching the folds each time forcing me to whimper or dig my claws into my paw pads.

He could easily get three fingers inside of me, but for good measure the fox oozed a dollop of lube out of a nearby bottle onto his digits and pushed them into me.

There's two types of fingering (when it comes to butts) in my opinion, pleasure and stretching. With Dakota it's easy to know what he's doing. When he aims to pleasure he'll make it feel like my tailhole is on fire without even touching my prostate and when he aims to stretch my poor tailhole is in for a beating as he pushes my walls apart. Yet, I couldn't put what Dakota did to me in either of those boxes.

Three fingers entered my hole in staggered time, pushing straight in then blossoming out to pry apart my walls. Like all boys would I gasped. But, as I felt his middle finger toying with my prostate I shuddered and tried to relax. Tensing would mean that Dakota would have to be rougher with me.

The fox kept a supportive forepaw on my flank, his claws gently pressing into my body to keep me stimulated and alert. The fingers inside me could do that on their own though. I twitched and reacted to every little movement inside of me; vocally and physically.

When he was done pushing out, having tested how stretchy I was, he applied more lube then twisted his fingers around inside of me to spread lubricant over every inch of my tailhole. I felt dollops of it trickling down my lower back, warm with the heat of my body.

It felt like an age, resting there whilst my boyfriend finger fucked and stretched me to get me ready to take his cock, but out of the blue his fingers sharply retreated and my position was adjusted yet again.I now sat in the fox's lap, legs either side of his body and my tailhole lined up above his cock tip. He held onto my ass, keeping me there as he pushed forwards into me.

At first it was effortless, my strethced bussy offered no resistance as his cock moved forwards into me. The tip went in no problem and my gaping hole wasn't going to stop anything smaller than his knot, but sooner or later he hit a bump. He must have been sensitive, Dakota let out a grunt and scrunched his face as the tip of his cock jabbed my walls. Nevertheless he couldn't stop now and instead just pushed on like a battering ram. My insides gave way, his cock parting them with ease until he bottomed out on his fat knot.

He bumped his knot against my tailhole, just checking if he could go any further or not. When he was sure that he was as deep as he was going to get, one of his forepaws came up from beneath us to take a grip on my cock.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

I wasn't ready to cum yet, my member was much too sensitive to be jerked off leaving me crying out in distress as the fox ruthlessly jacked me off.

"Kitties are supposed to be up for round two fast, you'd better act like your species soon else you'll be whining all night." Dakota chuckled, delivering several sharp, rapid pumps to my cock to elicit a miniature scream from me.

His forepaw moved in time with his humps like clockwork. It was undeniably pleasurable, having my cock (even if it was burning up) stroked at the same time as my swollen prostate. The only downside was that I'd blow much too soon.

The fox adjusted to the noises I made, if they died down he'd go faster each time both with his strokes and thrusts until his forepaw was a blur and the burning on my dick turned into a needy ache. His cock moved at a blistering speed, pounding my entrance with its knot.

"F-ffuck..." I whimpered, feeling an orgasm building. "I'm gonna come, Dakota."

Closing my eyes, I tensed and tried to get it out, but as his forepaw snapped away it soon became impossible.

"Let me just knot you then babe!"

His thrusts became desperate and rough, the fist-sized, swollen, bruise purple vulpine knot of his brutally bombarding my tailhole and his balls slapping against my tail.

"Ready?"

That was the only warning I got. With a powerful shove upwards his knot popped inside with a lewd squelch, my tailhole forming an oval shape before being sealed up by his knot. Naturally, I tensed and moaned deep as the sensation of being knotted like a bitch pushed me over the edge.

My second cumshot squirted down onto my belly, then rapidly ran over my chest. It only squirted twice though before a thick river of seed came forth from my cock to just dribble onto my body.

I wished it ended there, my body in a pure state of heaven and two of my own loads caking my fur, but Dakota needed to finish too. He continued to furiously hump me with his knot still inside, building up to tear free. As we both howled, in pain and pleasure, his knot tore free for him to shoot a glorious cumshot over my balls, sheath and tailhole.

He pumped his cock for his jizz, sending it flying onto my body. The sticky mess coated everything from the start of my tail to the tip of my retreating cock. He may as well have rubbed a blanket coated in the stuff down there.

The two of us exhausted, we both collapsed onto the bed next to each other once the fox let go of me. I felt his forepaws untying the knots that bound me.

The ending of that day is a blur really, I remember him taking me up in his arms, pressing our chests together and bumping foreheads affectionately as I smeared both his and my own seed into his fur.

Dakota didn't seem to mind though, as long as he'd seen my cumshots he didn't mind one bit that we'd need to bathe later. There was undoubtedly going to be more candles and cumshots when we got around to that bath.

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