Truths
Author's Notes: This is my second story writen with Sofurry in mind. I'm personally amazed and plesantly surprised that my first story, Encounters, did so well. Four favorites, and two watches, if I'm not mistaken. I am honored, and I thank those that enjoyed that story. While this is not a sequel to that story, it is my sincere hope that you enjoy this. Please be warned that there is sex in this one. I also ask to critique me as gently as possible. This is my first time writing a story with sex in it.
Inspiration for this story: Starcraft ; Pendulum - Watercolor, Witchcraft, Under the Waves, and Set Me On Fire.
Total characters (including spaces): 33,466. Pages (in Word.docx format): 23. This took about a total of 24 hours (guesstimation) of writing, editing, review, and spell checking.
Truths
Sweat drenched my brow, exhaustion clearly taking its toll on my body. I placed my hands on her shirt and I ripped it off, revealing a mass of white fur stained with blood. Battle armor must have been blasted off, I noted. I winced inwardly, assessing the initial damage mentally, but I didn't flinch outwardly, my hands beginning to glow with practiced ease. I focused, mentally preparing for the backwash of pain that I was about to receive. I gently placed my hands on the wound and beginning to heal her body. I felt every shattered bone of hers on my own chest, the echo of the pain was something that I have not yet felt before. Sure, I've healed stab wounds, missing appendages, bullet wounds, and such without much effort. This, though, was something entirely different.
My shield flared blue, protecting me from the incoming explosions that accompanied the field of war. War golems fought one another, soldier fighting soldier, and artillery fire raining death, regardless of age, race, sex, or nation. It didn't matter to the war machine. It mattered to me, that I found the injured and I had to aid the wounded. I grimaced as pain flared again, as I felt my light armored suit attempt to pump drugs into my system to keep me as calmed as possible. It never worked, and the drugs always messed up my powers, anyway. The drug program obeyed, this time, anyway. I turned my head to the side, putting my ear against the vixens' muzzle, trying to determine if she was even attempting to breathe. I was relieved that she was, the short, pained sniffs slowly keeping her semi-consciousness. A very painful consciousness, but at least my efforts were not in vain.
I moved my right hand to her neck, inspecting for damage. I found that she had about fifty shards of micro-glass imbedded inside and along her entire esophagus, it's a miracle that she isn't chocking on her own blood. I focused my power there for a moment, transforming the micro-glass to base materials, slowly to be diffused from the body by normal means. I was suddenly grateful that the material isn't toxic to morphs, but lethal to humans. With repairs done to her throat, her breathing, while still labored, was becoming more even, and I hoped, with less pain. More explosions brought me out of my reverie and into the nightmare that was around me. A war golem had fallen, the massive monstrosity of metal and organic components taking too much damage, and ending its massive fall not even a good yard away, by my reckoning. I didn't tempt fate with moving my patient, as the shock could undo all my work.
I shook myself and focused, feeling my power surge through me. My armor suit flashed warning signs on my glasses, telling me that I was drawing too much power and that it was using some internal cooling apparatus. I didn't care, my priority was this vixen in front of me, lying in a pool of her, and probably, enemy blood. My hands passed through her skin, my power allowing my eyes to see exactly what was wrong, and allowing me to fix it. I gently placed whatever fragments of bone that I could find back into place, and the rest, I used my power to recreate from the DNA. I groaned, feeling the pain of my patient swell up inside my own body.
The shield came up again, this time to warn me that any direct hit would break it. The machine began calculating that the enemy was bombing this area specifically, targeting the war machine that has fallen. So, I thought, that was one of ours. It suddenly dawned on me that the battle lines have changed, and I was alone in enemy territory. While I've done everything I could, at the moment, I grabbed a quick-patch from my back, and placed it on her chest, basically a plastic covering, over the wound and secured it with the remains of the shirt I ripped. I gently cradled her in my arms, and ran from there as if the dogs of Oblivion were baying for my soul.
"Drop-ship Charlie Baker, do you copy? I need an emergency evac! This is ER-125 requesting an emergency evac! I have a live one and the enemy shelling my position!" I screamed over the com unit. I continued running, hoping that I didn't meet any unpleasant company. I turned to my right to see gunfire, but more importantly, allies in this hellish nightmare. I veered in their direction, hoping that their targeting reticules were working. When they didn't fire on me, I was helped to the back of their holdout, so I wouldn't draw enemy fire.
"Have you commed for an evac!?" a soldier asked
"You know they aren't picking our assess out of this mess," a gruff voice said. "So shut up and prepare to shoot."
"Sir, I've called for an evac," I said, momentarily looking away from my charge to address whoever this is. "I hope it got through."
"You and me both, medic, or no one leaves for home today."
I nodded grimly, and turned to my charge again. Her eyes were open, and her paws were on her forehead, groaning in pain. I placed my hand against her cheek and entered her field of vision. The look of relief on her face washed all worry, if for only a split second later to be crushed by the sound of an explosion and more gunfire. The vixen flinched instinctively, and I covered her with my own body, the shield activating to block any dirt or rocks flying our direction.
"You saved me," the vixen whispered
"It's my job," I answered briskly. "Don't talk, by the way. I had to remove like fifty shards of micro-glass from your throat. Just keep breathing normally, just to make sure you don't aggravate your throat any more than you have to."
I overheard a soldier talking to another. I wouldn't know why, but they either didn't notice me, or didn't care that I overheard their conversation.
"So, who's the human?" one asked
"Shut it and keep shooting," the other said, ducking to reload his weapon. "That human might just save your life one day."
I shrugged after hearing that outburst. My patient noticed the action, but nodded anyway, and smiled at me. I smiled back at her, trying to reassure myself that someone would come. Usually, the military is loathed to throw away good soldiers lives in some vain attempt for power. I took a deep breath, but as soon as I began to focus, my com unit flared to life, and I immediately responded.
"ER-125, this is Charley Baker, got your message and I'm on my way. Is your suit homing beacon still working? All I see is a gigantic mess of a battlefield."
"Charley Baker, I'm activating my homing beacon now!" I said as I hit the activation commands for the device
"Alright, I have you now on my sights, kid. Don't move from there and I'll pick you up in no time. Be prepared to board and strap on, 'cause it's a fast pick-up."
"Affirmative, Charley Baker. Be advised, I have five more soldiers with me, as well."
"Well, the more reason for me to get there faster. Roger, ER-125, see you in thirty seconds."
"Roger," I said, cutting off the com unit. I motioned for the leader to come to me and he or she did. I didn't bother with formalities this time.
"Evac's gonna be here in thirty seconds, for a fast pick-up. You ready?"
The soldier nodded, and moved everyone close. The leader began to speak in his gruff voice, advising to get ready for pick up. I determined it was a male due to the fact that his voice was low enough, but you never knew until you removed the helmet. Those voice speakers for these suits made everyone sound exactly the same. I shrugged, and prepared my patient, silently praying to the Heavens that she would make it. The dust kicked up, but I could clearly hear the distinct whine of the evacuation ships engines, even through the nearby artillery fire dropping. The drop door opened, letting a waving wolf in similar garb to mine helping soldiers get inside. I hauled my patient into my arms again and easily climbed in after all the soldiers were inside.
"So," the wolf said, "you just had to go play hero boy all over again. By the Holy One, that's what almost got you killed in basic training!"
"Sorry, Adrian," I said, grinning "But, you have to agree, at least it's a woman I would have died over."
He shrugged. "It would be funnier if it was a guy."
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I was entering my room, after what felt was the longest day of my life. I checked my clock, and groaned, confirming that I just spent over seventy-eight ours in the field. Why in the Hell don't they train more ER units? I shrugged, figuring that the next five days off, commanders orders, would give me enough time to recharge me for the next day. I overheard somewhere that negotiations were going on, so hopefully this war can end in another battlefield. Yes, a battlefield where politicians played their political mental games, and fancy but subtle countermeasures to protect your own interests. I was glad that I only had to put up with artillery fire.
I turned on the radio, tuning in to a preset. I changed it immediately when a talk show host started blabbing about the war. After a few attempts, I found some relaxing classical music. I sighed in relief, turning it down slightly, just in case it would bother the neighbors. I headed for my rooms kitchen, with the intention of getting a cup of water, when a computer voice advices me of visitors to my doorstep. I sighed, but I walked toward the door. To my surprise, Adrian, the wolf from before, and the vixen I saved, were there. Adrian's eyes were glowing, his breathing becoming a little labored, and I noticed that he was preventing her wounds from getting any worse. I was amazed by the resilience and mental fortitude they both must have.
"She wouldn't let any of the ER units touch her," Adrian said without preamble. "She wants you to do it, Chris."
I sighed, but I imagine my excuse of five days off isn't going to mean shit to these two. I waved them inside, and hoped that security wouldn't announce this to the admiral. I turned to face my two visitors, and Adrian had her lay on the table. I was suddenly grateful that I wasn't preparing dinner yet.
"So, any reason that she needs to see me?" I asked him
"No, I guess, unless you count the fact that she won't let anyone near her to begin with," he said. "When we managed to finally calm her down enough, she trusted me enough to say that she wanted her rescuer to finish her healing, and no one else."
I nodded. Maybe something instinctual happened, but I shrugged. "I guess that's fine. Fuck my five days off, though," I said with a grin
"Yeah, she wouldn't take that as an excuse," he said, sighing
"Am I going to need backup for this?" I asked
"Maybe," Adrian said with a shrug. "You would have a better idea than anyone else. No one was able to properly scan her without her heartbeat reaching critical point."
I stared at the wolf. His lupine muzzle not splitting into the usual grin I was used to when he said something over the top like that. It shook me, but I composed myself and headed for the vixen on the table. I began to focus, glad to not hear the suit whine about me drawing too much power. To me, this was normal levels, where to everyone else, apparently, was to the point of burning out.
"Damn, keep forgetting that you're a Natural," Adrian whispered
I felt him link to me, adding his considerable power to my own. The act of linking is like a rush of power, though exhilarating, was something I was used to. I focused now on the vixen, my eyes going to the minute, but critical injuries that dotted her body. I either missed them during the initial analysis, or they developed after I had to drop her off with other staff, but I have no idea. I asked Adrian about them, and he shrugged.
"I noticed those, too," he said, his eyes glowing orange with power. "I think it must have been that security was a little too rough on the girl."
I nodded. I drew power from our mutual link, and with his guidance, I began to work.
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I woke up, feeling extremely dehydrated, exhausted, and confused, engulfed in darkness. I imagine this is my room, as I don't remember going anywhere else. Pressure on my shoulder made me turn to my left, and saw Adrian sitting there, smiling at me. He shook his head, and left the room. I knocked on the wall to get his attention, and motioned for something to drink, and he nodded. I smiled in relief, and began to take stock of my situation.
I was glad that there was a lamp next to the bed. I turned it on, momentarily blinded by the light, but I quickly adjusted it to a bearable level. I sighed, as I sat up at the edge of the bed. I looked at my hands, and was relieved that they looked alright. A glass of water appeared in my vision, and I looked upwards to see Adrian's muzzle split in a grin. I smiled and thanked him silently as I took the offered glass and drank greedily.
"You might be wondering why I didn't let you get up," Adrian said quietly. "But, if you look behind you, you'll understand."
I nodded, and did as suggested. I was amazed that the vixen was there, sleeping soundly. I attempted to activate my powers, but all it did was give me a throbbing pain coursing through my entire body. I immediately stopped, and the pain began to subside as quickly as it flared up.
"Yeah, I wouldn't go tapping into your powers just yet," Adrian said. "You went way past the point of burning out. I thought you were going to start burning your life force at one point there, and that you were going to drag me with you."
I stared at him, surprised by my actions. I've been linked hundreds of times before, and with a lot more people. This has never happened before. I shivered, the room beginning to grow cold exceedingly quickly to me.
"On the bright side, you saved her," he said, smiling. "Though, I do believe she's a very powerful psychic, and through that, both you and the vixen are bonded."
I had to hold back a laugh, which managed to sound like a snicker. "Psychics are recruited into the military faster than you can blink," I said dismissively. "There's no way they would let a random psychic through the cracks, no matter his or her power level."
He held his hand up, as if asking for me to wait, and I nodded. He stood and left the room, only to return with a data pad in his paws. He passed it to me with a smile. He sat back down, arms crossed over his broad chest, the smile never leaving. I shrugged and looked at the offered piece of technology, to find it was the vixen's entire military record file.
"It's uncensored, just to let you know," he said
I did notice that, seeing that the document gave unrestricted access, even to her childhood years, her name, that is a Victoria Celest Morgana, schooling, living arrangements, graduations and merits. I quickly skimmed those, but noticed that, while she graduated with honors and whatnot, she's changed schools more than ten times, and that's just through just her high school period. I noted that all put the same or similar excuse, all the schools stating that medical reasons for her separation.
I investigated the offered link, and was amazed at the battery of medical examinations they put her through. From physical testing, ranging from military regiment physical obstacle courses, live fire training, and the tremendous beatings that she would endure to boost her pain tolerance that would make even bull morphs wince in pain. Her mental training was not something to endure, being rated a nine out of ten through the entire psychic testing. It broke it down simply into her ratings of how high her skills were in different psychic powers and not the graphic details that was the other one. My eyes widened, as I read and re-read the small but impressive list. The only annotation, and the only reason they barred Victoria from the psychic program was the fact that she actually failed the quote "Final Test". Capital letters and everything, so I imagined it must be a pretty big deal. The other information wasn't relative to this scenario, so I ignored it for the time being.
"So, you're telling me," I said, "that this vixen, Victoria, is psychically bonded to me, possibly forever?"
"It's possible," he said, shrugging. "It may be possible to break it, but she has to do that, and convincing her that it may be beneficial to do so when she wholeheartedly believes otherwise will prove very difficult. Especially when we don't have proof that the link would prove detrimental to you or her."
I felt an arm snake around my waist, and the vixens' body snuggle against my back. A smile formed on my face I could feel her almost purr in either happiness or content. I looked back at Adrian, a smile on his muzzle as well. We stayed talking about our younger days, until Adrian begged exhaustion, and I kidded him out of my room. He waved as he exited and closed the door, thankful for the auto lock.
I placed my hands on her arm that was around my waist, smiling. I saw her face, resting on a pillow, a look of content clear to anyone looking. Probably the only rest that she's had in a good six hours. I decided against moving to make myself comfortable, but she had other plans. Consciously or not, she brought her hand to my chest and pulled me backwards. Her lithe body moved gracefully, folding what was left of the covers over me, and lifting my head so she could put a pillow underneath. I smiled as she adjusted to lay next to me, her muzzle laying on my cheek. Her breathing was relaxed, her paws resting against my chest, as if to make sure I don't move out of her grasp. I smiled to myself, and slept.
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I woke up to an insistent beeping; slowly gaining momentum the longer I attempted to ignore it. Rustling next to me was all I could hear, and then the soft growl of an aggravated vixen having a rude awakening. The beeping increased as she handed me my personal com unit. I answered it immediately, if at least, for my own safety.
"Chris reporting," I said, answering the call
"Chris, where the hell did you take that vixen you brought in?!" the voice said. A voice I recognized as Joel's voice, a very serious skunk morph, and my direct higher up. "I get here," he continues, "and she's nowhere to be, and the only ones I know that were sent to treat her were rejected."
"Boss, calm down, she's here with me, yes, but I didn't take her," I said, getting a very bad feeling
"You better start explaining, then," he said, sounding in between infuriated, and curious.
I sighed and began to tell him what happened. He didn't interrupt as much as I feared, just letting me get through the story as I knew it. The line was silent for a few moments, but Joel didn't leave me hanging for long.
"I'm going to have to retract those days off you have, and instead, your job is to make sure that she stays safe," he stated, with no room for me to argue. "You will monitor her vitals and be with the patient at all possible times, understood?"
"Yes, sir," I said, trying to sound as crisp as possible without being loud
"Excellent. I'll call security and drag Adrian's fat ass in here so he can explain himself, as well," he said, before laughing. I grinned to myself, and thanked whoever was looking out for me today. He cut the call, and I turned off my own. I put the receiver down, only to find myself looking into two deep green eyes looking back at me.
"You handled that pretty well," the vixen said softly. "Not many people seemed to be able to keep a straight face with Joel."
"Well, other than a few spraying incidents between us two, we've known each other well before active service," I said softly. "I trust him with my life."
"You know about me," she said without preamble
"Adrian managed to get some information about you, even the stuff the military censors to others," I said. "So yes, I do know a bit about you, though I don't know you."
"There isn't much to tell," she said, "other than I feel that were bonded somehow."
"Adrian said the same thing," I said, nodding. "Your report said that you had a high psychic rating, but you were removed from that program."
I saw her shiver, her fur almost standing up on end. Somewhere in my mind, I knew I hit a soft spot, but she didn't want to hurt me with the backlash of memories. I brought her to me, and held her against my body, noting as an afterthought that she had nothing except her fur on her body.
"Let's just say something happened, is that alright?" she asked softly
I nodded, glad to see the subject come to a peaceful conclusion. I saw her smile softly, and leaned against me. I wrapped my hands around her, and she began to run her paws over my back. I began to reciprocate the actions, which she enjoyed, by judging how her breathing was slowing to near sleep levels.
"I'm still tired," she said softly. "Is it alright if I sleep some more?"
"Of course, and it'll probably speed your healing process," I said, disengaging myself from her. Her paws took mine, a surprisingly strong grip for someone that, for all intentions, is still possibly injured.
"You're not going anywhere," she said, pulling me down gently. "If our bond breaks, my psyche might be permanently harmed. I can't let that happen, not again."
I looked at her, trying to make sense of that sentence, but gave up as my own exhaustion crept up on me. I nodded, my eyes almost closing by themselves. The last cognitive thought of that day was the fact that her body snuggled next to mine, with no intentions of being anywhere else.
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I awoke slowly, feeling refreshed for the first time in days. I smiled, as I lay there in bed. A furred arm rose to go behind my neck, and pulled me down to the face of my patient, Victoria. Her muzzle was parted in a grin, as she snuggled against my chest. The room computer sparked to life, announcing that there was a major announcement, soon turning into the voice of the admiral of the ship.
"All hands, this is Admiral Cool," the speakers played. "After our last engagement, we have had all hands recalled back to the ships, in order to agree with the enemy's diplomatic team. We have reports that, while nothing is finalized, the enemy is agreeing to a cease-fire and that all armed forces vacate the area as fast as possible. With that, we will be heading back to base to refuel and see if we can arrange some shore leave to you all. Remember the fallen in this battle, and let their sacrifice build a better tomorrow. This is Admiral Cool, signing out."
"He always says that, doesn't he," Victoria said, smiling
"I think so," I said, shrugging. "I think it's part of his charm."
"I think so, too, but I have something to tell you, and it's related to medical, so I think you should be able to help," she said
When she didn't continue, I smiled at her. "If you want to talk about this later over breakfast, that's fine," I said, taking her paws in my hands.
"No, that's not it," she said, smiling sadly. "I entered heat yesterday, and I need relief, before it gets any worse."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," I said, feeling slightly ignorant of her physical needs, and being slightly embarrassed of the situation. "Do you use suppressants? Would you like a more private setting?" I could leave and you could-"
"No, Christopher Venez Scott," she said. "What, or who I need, specifically, is you, to be the one that satiates my heat."
I gaped, dumbfounded for a moment. "How did you-"
"Know your name?" she said, finishing my sentence. She giggled softly. "You forget how high my psychic rating is. Not only am I a powerful telepath, I'm also bonded to you, and our bond has been growing every second we spend together."
I stared, completely unable to understand the concept, but I decided to just accept it as is. It hurt too much trying to put logic to something that has baffled all of science for the last two-hundred years or so. I shivered as she climbed on top of me, deliberately growling softly, baring her fangs at me. My heart beat began to race, seeing Veronica go from being speaking eloquently, to such a feral state. Her muzzle opened, revealing to me glistening teeth, as she lunged suddenly, her teeth on my neck, holding me. While this was happening, her paws were exploring my body aggressively, her hips gyrating against my lap. My brain was torn between extremely turned on, and paralyzed with fear.
Her teeth held my neck, tightly enough to be felt, but not enough to pierce. Her tongue bathed me gently, as if to reassure me that she would not hurt me. I moaned gently, as I placed my arms around her, gently rubbing her back and tail. She moaned softly, but didn't stop her unrelenting teasing with her hips. My erection began to form, my mind finally settling that this was all extremely attractive. She began to grope my cock gently, her paws slowly stroking, encouraging me to my full size. I gently pulled her tail, kneading her ass gently. With my other hand, I stopped rubbing her back, in favor of teasing her breasts. She growled softly against my neck, her stroking alternating rhythm at a maddening pace. The rumble of her growl drove me wild, so she continued growling softly against me. She let go of my neck, only to grab my face suddenly with her paws and kissing me.
At first it was odd, kissing someone with a muzzle, but I compensated by eagerly returning the kiss. Her tongue, long and smooth, dominated mine, as she licked the inside of my mouth thoroughly. I grabbed her head, and pressed it against my own, forcing her tongue almost to the back of my throat, as she growled deeply. I attempted to roll her over, so I would be on top, but that wasn't happening, her paws pinning my shoulders down. She pulled her muzzle away from my mouth, licking her lips in the process.
"You thought you could sneak that by me?" she asked huskily. She giggled and shook her head, smiling down at me evilly. "No, my dear human, you're here to service me, not the other way around, but I think I've teased you enough."
She began to rub against my cock, her soft fur driving my pleasure higher with each gyration and movement she did against me. I moaned, much to her pleasure, as she grinned and teased me more. I shook my head, panting in the effort to not lose myself in the pleasure too soon, and she relented, but only just, as she kissed me deeply again. I took deep breaths, trying to calm my frayed nerves from what felt like being electrocuted by live wires of a power core. She pulled away, grinning down at me, while I still panted for breath. Granted, she was too, but she was hiding it well. I could feel the sweat pouring out of me, and her fur was no worse for wear. In fact, it gave her a more feral look, and for some reason, it drove me wild.
"This is your first time, isn't it?" she asked softly. It was a rhetorical question. She could read my mind and get any answer she wanted from me. I nodded to her question, focusing on catching my breath, if just to keep up with her.
"I shouldn't have been so rough on you," she said. "This being your first time, and being raped by a sex-mad vixen." She giggled, and I smiled back at her, but shook my head.
"I'm not totally ignorant, and I agreed to satiate your heat," I said. "If this is part of the process, you won't hear me complain."
"Good," she stated, "'cause now, things get really good."
Her entire attitude changed. Gone was the feral vixen atop of me, to be replaced by her caring nature. I was completely taken by surprise, and she took the opportunity to kiss me deeply, but more gently. It was as if I've managed to satisfy her feral side, for now, and it was up to me to satisfy that part of her before it took matters into action once again. Our tongues wrestled each other gently, surprised again by how long and supple was her canine tongue was. She pulled me on top of her, our lips never parting from each others. Her paws grasped onto my cock, as I drew my body closer to hers, closing the gap our bodies had. I felt wetness, and I knew that she was more than ready for this. I didn't even think, and thrust forward. My mind went blank with the instant pleasure, her walls closing on me like a velvet vice. We both moaned, voicing our pleasure to the other, in different pitches and tones.
My body began to feel as if it was under control again, and as I looked down at Victoria, her muzzle was parted, panting deeply. At first, I was concerned, but then she turned to look at me, as her legs locked against my back, waving away my worries.
"Take me, you stud," she whispered hoarsely. "Give me everything you've been holding back."
I pulled back, only to thrust forward back inside her tunnel. Her moans and twitches the signs of her pleasure. I focused on giving her as much pleasure as I could muster. She wasn't a passive participant, her paws running over my skin and her walls gripping my shaft possessively. I began to slowly build up my pace, lifting her up and sitting her on my lap. She took the hint, and she began to bounce up and down, her hips and walls ratcheting my passion skyward.
We continued, the carnal dance gaining momentum, though the pace quickened or slowed, depending on who was leading. I slowed it down, trying in vain to prolong our pleasure; while Veronica sped it up, demanding that I give her my seed. I slowly caved in, tightening my grip on her body while my seed shot into her wanting body. Her body turned rigid, her muzzle only being able to vocalize moans and yips. My body tensed, as my balls tightened to release my seed into her wanting body. Warm liquid met my hips as our combined fluids made a mess of our hips. The pleasure continued to course through my body, a warm haze slowly suffusing my mind. My body slowly relaxed from being tense, and I slowly slid backwards, taking Veronica with me. She laid there, her body slowly relaxing from her orgasm, as even now, her pussy grasped at me, trying to draw more out of my body. We were both left panting from our exertion.
I smiled, as a grin broke through her exhausted face. "And who said who was the virgin?" she asked, after regaining some of her breath.
"Well," I said, gasping, "just because I've never done it, doesn't mean-"
She groaned. "I didn't need to know that!" she exclaimed dramatically, before laughing.
I joined her laughter, the sound being infectious, and helping calm my body. After we calmed down, we looked at each others' eyes, lost to everything else but the other. Her smile returned to her muzzle, and her walls squeezed my softening member, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I gasped, my heart fluttering and limbs locking in place, as pleasure took me again. She teased me back to full hardness, just by alternating her angles with her hips and the rhythm of her undulations.
"And who let you get soft now?" she asked, smiling down at me. "You did agree to this, and you know it. Now shut up and fuck my brains out."
"Why do I get the feeling that you're doing a lot more than your saying?" I asked, between gasping breaths
"I'm letting you feel the echoes that I have for you," she explained, rubbing my chest softly. "I'm basically feeding you my emotions, which in turn, feed mine. A feedback loop forms, until we either pass out or exhaustion claims one of us."
"And I don't think your letting me off the hook so easily," I said, smiling
"And let your arousal go unsatisfied?" she asked, lifting herself from me, only to impale herself on my shaft. I gasped at the feelings, both now familiar and the ones she was gently feeding me.
I was about to answer her question, when she repeated the action again. This time, I met her halfway, our hips meeting with force. The smells of our mating were evident enough so that I could smell them, but I didn't let that bother me. All I needed, at this very moment, was this beautiful vixen in my life. She leaned over me, her lips meeting mine. Her growl gently rumbled out of her, bringing my pleasure to new heights. I knew that we wouldn't last long in this round, our hips crashing against each other in abandon. Her paws grabbed my hips, as she slammed down one last time, to break from our kiss and almost howl, her pussy clamping around me, releasing her pleasure. I didn't hold out, the overload of feelings getting to me, as I climaxed inside of her wanting vagina. Twice today I visited that euphoric place where nothing mattered, all except for the one that was sharing your body with such passion.
Her body fell on top of mind, as I wrapped my arms around her protectively. We were both panting, exhaustion beginning to take its toll, but resisting with all I could muster. She nuzzled my chest, her paws grabbing onto me possessively. She mumbled something inaudible, but I smiled and tightened my embrace.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I forget that you don't have that sensitive hearing."
I smiled widely, and shrugged. "Doesn't matter," I said, rubbing her back. "Though, I will say that we probably woke the neighbors."
"They enjoyed it," she said, a giggle bubbling from her. "And, if I'm not mistaken, they're handling it rather nicely."
I groaned, as she giggled, but didn't tease me anymore. "Will you hold me? Please?" she asked softly
"I will," I said, smiling. Her breathing began to slow and eventually to the relaxing embrace of sleep. I closed my eyes, and followed Veronica to the world of dreams.