Run Through
Run Through
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Commission for Le Chevalier
"Frog!" laughed the older male while slapping his younger counterpart on the back, the joviality in his tone softening the insult of the words. "They say that all Frenchies are cowards, and you give proof to the claim."
"Were you anyone else, D'Aideloque," returned the tall, neatly-dressed fox wavering down the street alongside the older goat, "I would most certainly challenge you to a duel."
"Ah, but we are friends, Jaquard," the goat returned, tossing back the bottle of rum that the pair had left nigh to empty between them, gulping the last of its contents with a care reserved for liquid gold, ensuring not a drop was wasted. "And I tell you, you are a coward indeed if you cannot prove otherwise." The grey goat reached up to flick at one tangled curl of the red fox's dark, wavy black hair, snorting in amusement as Jaquard easily pushed the hand aside. "What greater show of your courage can you think of, than to take such an impalement as mine? What is more precious to a man than his manhood? Come, attend!"
As the capine and vulpine pair stepped slightly off the thoroughfare of the backstreet they had been following, the bustling life of Tortuga continued all around the city, louder and more boisterous now that night had fallen and the ships at sea had set into port. Jaquard's was one such ship, the Fântome, grand old ship of the legendary Michel de Grammont. In later years, this high seas captain of the Spanish Main would vanish on a voyage, the Fântome and all hands disappeared without a trace, save for their lingering effect on the lore from the heyday of piracy. And Jacquard was proud to serve beneath such a captain as de Grammont, as any sailing lad scarcely of the age of eighteen worth his salt certainly would. Jaquard du Sang had felt the taste of the lash many times during his time of training, as did all mariners as part of the process of toughening them against the hardships of life at sea, but he had learned his lessons well indeed. Though young, he was already an accomplished mariner and pirate, and threw himself with all due pride into the efforts that went with being part of the crew of one of the most infamous of pirates.
Still, pride or not, it was always good to get ashore at times such as these, as the Fântome was being repaired and restocked for still further voyages and adventures. And who should Jaquard meet, as he entered the Dishonored Maid, a favorite watering hole for many of de Grammont's crew when they were in Tortuga, but one of his older friends, the goat Deadlock - called D'Aideloque in the French colonies - a man of the world, experienced in all its sins and vices, and quite good in more than a few of them. Before too long, the pair had taken to drinking and bragging, and not long after that had been caught in the middle of a minor dispute with one of the surly locals. This had ended with Jaquard and D'Aideloque walking out of the bar, throwing fists and elbows to clear the way, wading through the sea of unwashed, battling bodies like Moses between the waters of the Red Sea. While a good brawl was sometimes fun, neither had liked the look of that crowd. It was certain to turn ugly in short order, the very moment someone drew a blade or a pistol.
So, sharing a full bottle between them, the pair had been making their way down the street, continuing where they had left off, joking and laughing and drinking. This had carried on for almost halfway through the bottle before D'Aideloque had joked about how young and inexperienced "Frog" was (the nickname that Jaquard had once been given when he'd first entered the brotherhood of the blade, now a mark of shame for the young fox), and how untried in his manhood. It was hard to argue this point, for compared to the categorical list of gleeful sins that D'Aideloque had racked up in his many years of villainy, Jaquard was indeed only just barely past properly learning how to be a pirate, having just recently begun the actual business of being one. D'Aideloque, of course, had a suggestion on how Jaquard could prove his manhood beyond the doubts of anyone who might dare to question it.
"You see?" said the older goat, peeling his trousers open with more than a little pride, presenting the swollen prominence beneath the cloth. "Quite a beauty, wouldn't you agree?"
His thick red penis already hanging freely from its sheath, it took only the least bit of coaxing with his hand before D'Aideloque's full length was standing at proud attention. It was a magnificent specimen of manhood, an organ that any male could be proud of. Jaquard's manhood was, in all truth, somewhat larger still, but after the cunning turns of phrase that he had suffered at the tongue of his older friend, he felt quite smaller. And clearly visible along the underside of that mighty capine shaft with its swollen head and thick-veined length, were a set of six silver studs.
"Perfect for pleasing the ladies," declared the cocky goat with pride, "besides being enough to make any lesser man wince just as the sight of it, at the mere thought of taking a similar violence to his own precious parts." D'Aideloque patted his heavy, goose egg-shaped balls with a slightly chagrined look, then. "Ah, but even I did not have the courage to have these pierced. That would take more courage than even I have to offer."
"Wilting before a challenge, were you?" teased Jaquard, giving his friend a nudge in the ribs as the other male, with a good deal of difficulty, carefully worked his trousers closed, though the buttons on the front threatened to burst at the seams from the strain of it.
"Oh, and you can do better, du Sang?" retorted the goat. "Take a ring through those precious family jewels of yours? And at the hands of a stranger, no less?"
"Certainly," declared the young fox. "Show me someone who can do the piercing, and I will happily submit. But if I do, you will never call me 'Frog' again. Deal?"
"Hah! A deal, du Sang! And gladly made," agreed D'Aideloque with a laughing clap to the young, leanly-muscled fox's back. "I'll even pay for the piercing besides. Anything to help a young tod make his way to full manhood! Come, follow me. I know just the place for this."
*
Carmen Kopie smiled to herself as she held the golden ring up before her eyes, watching how the light of the lantern caught the tiny diamonds set into its curled depths, almost invisible save when held up to the right angle of light. The piercing had taken by force from one of the kings of the natives in the jungles to the west of the Caribbean, or so it was said by the one that had brought it to her in payment of a longstanding debt. It was of purest gold, certainly, and a prettier prize she had never before seen. Compared to the debt that was owed it was certainly a fair match, and all the better for the mariner who had brought it to her, in the nick of time besides. No one stiffed Carmen Kopie and lived to tell about it.
With a flick of her pink tongue over her furry lips, the ratwoman snugged the shining ring between the full, heavy swellings of her breasts, held barely in check by a tightly-stretched man's shirt, its sleeves slashed short, its lower half tied up into a tight knot just below the full mammaries that she had long ago learned could make a potent weapon of distraction, exposing her trim, tightly-packed midriff. Feeling the weight of the gold between her breasts, hidden from view, made Carmen's naked pink tail quiver from its tip all the way to its base, just above her shapely, breeches-clad derriere. It was the feeling of gold against her naked skin, a sensation she had savored only a few times before to any consequence, and yet one that held a certain siren's call for her most carnal self.
It was the lust for gold that had driven Carmen Kopie to her dealings with pirates, and occasional acts of piracy herself besides, with crews that were willing to endure the presence of a young and attractive woman on board their ship. Those crews that did suffer her presence quickly discovered that, her full bust notwithstanding, the black rat's body was tightly-packed with lean and hard muscle, toned and trained almost from birth by her rough upbringing in the slums of Tortuga. Carmen made up for any lack of strength that she might have compared to a man with truly brutal speed and agility, besides her handiness with a blade.
Handiness with a blade is what eventually led Carmen to discover her talent for another part of pirate's life: the art of the body. As a matter of advertising as well as obsession, she had two in one ear, a small ring and a diamond stud, and a large hoop of gold in the other, besides a smaller ring of much-treasured gold through her navel. The quartermaster on her first voyage, a lean and aged mongoose from India, had shown her many secrets in how to make full use of needles in a variety of fascinating ways. When she'd eventually parted ways with the old man, she had a great store of knowledge in how to put ink into the skin of a man such that it would show through fur, and how to place a piercing in any part of a man's body. Now, with this knowledge, Carmen was able to take the gold that she loved so much, and implant it directly into the skin of her customers in exchange for still more gold. It wasn't quite as exciting a life, certainly, as might be found on the roaring main, but it was steady work, and quite profitable at times. Especially times like these.
Her reminiscences on days now past and gone were suddenly interrupted by a thumping knock on her front door. A glance in that direction, her hand going to the dagger on her hip by long-practiced instinct, told Carmen that she wasn't in any danger. She knew the horned head seen in outline through the glass of her shop window all too well, and didn't try to suppress the grin on her face as she went to the door, and pulled it open before her visitor could knock a second time.
"See, I told you she'd be about," laughed D'Aideloque as he pounded the back of a handsome young fox standing there with him. "Carmen Kopie, this is Jaquard du Sang, a good friend of mine from when he was a mere cabin boy. I've brought him here to make use of your most capable services. Du Sang here, you see, wants to prove his manhood for good and all, and so I've agreed to pay for your finest gold piercing. Appropriate, of course," the goat added with a wink as he teased his fingers beneath Carmen's chin, "since he'll be getting the piercing right in his family jewels."
"You're in luck," said Carmen, stepping aside to allow the fox entry into the room, bedecked in all the trappings of a true voodoo queen with strange objects hanging from the rafters or resting on every exposed surface, save for a large bench in the center of the room, where she performed her works of art on the bodies of those who came to her. Carmen smiled to herself as she looked the handsome young male over, even while he stood there, obviously putting on a brave front, despite the hints of uncertainty in his golden eyes. "I've got just the bauble for such a task. It will be more than fitting, I think, for such a handsome specimen of manhood."
The blush that her comment engendered from the fox was most gratifying, making Carmen smile a bit wider as she told D'Aideloque the price she asked for the sort of piercing he'd indicated. D'Aideloque handed it over in a plump pouch that jingled with gold without a moment's hesitation, and then gave Jaquard a last wink before he turned away into the night.
"Now, if you'll both pardon me," the old goat explained with a lusty laugh, "there are wenches that have need of my services. Adieu."
Rolling her eyes as she quietly shut the door, Carmen turned back to the handsome fox. He was watching her with those golden eyes, which flicked up to her face the moment she turned, his expression slightly sheepish at being caught. The rat just grinned at this, stepping forward to gently tease her fingertips over the silk shirt covering the young man's toned chest, and then down over his belly. Her eyebrows raised as she felt the body beneath the clothes, feeling the shift and flow of the young fox's stance at her lightest pressure. A trained fighter, this one, lean, certainly, but not skinny by any means. There was good, strong muscle here, a body that deserved to be immortalized in statuary. The only mar to his handsome features was a terrible scar along one side of his face, but in her time dealing with the brotherhood of the blade, Carmen regarded such a thing as minor. Truly, it added personality to the young man's body, as deeply-ingrained as the sleekly-powerful muscles of his young body.
"You're a handsome man, Jaquard du Sang," said Carmen after some consideration, before she stepped back with a flick of her tongue over her lips. The fox gave a soft gasp of surprise as he felt Carmen's naked pink tail caress his tautly-toned rump, just beneath that beautiful red, black, and white tail. "A body like yours should not be hidden from anyone's view - it is a gift to be shared with all. And speaking of sharing," she motioned with one hand, grinning wickedly, "why don't you show me what I'll be working with, hmm? It is quite impossible to place a piercing as intimate as the one our friend has commissioned for you on someone still clothed."
"Of course, my lady," said the handsome fox with a smile, his stance and expression still betraying the shyness of virgin youth, though muted, for it was obvious this male was no virgin by any means. Just young, and still inexperienced in many ways of the world. Such as baring his beautiful body to a strange woman at her request.
For Carmen, it was a fine show indeed as the fox named Jaquard hung his overcoat on a nearby peg, and then curled his shoulders back as he peeled open the white silk shirt beneath. Despite herself, Carmen couldn't help but let her thoughts stray from mere professionalism as she drank in the sleekly-muscled body beneath the clothes that had hid him from her greedy eyes. Jaquard's body wasn't musclebound like some of the rowdies that worked the docks, but that didn't mean he wasn't any less chiseled to perfection in the shape of his body. Her initial assessment of his body was carried out in full - and more! - as the fox set his shirt aside, giving his mane of flowing black hair a toss to get it out of his eyes. With chest, arms and back hardened from long work at the wheel and the rope and the blade, it was quite easy for Carmen's eyes to stray down the fox's belly, rippled on the sides, and hardened on the front with a set of eight well-defined bulges that might as well have been carved from stone, with hints of two more nearing completion.
At that moment Carmen's savoring of the tasty eye candy before her was momentarily interrupted as the young du Sang turned away from her, a light blush showing through the white fur of his cheeks. She had just been about to assess what might lie beneath his trousers, having been saving that part of her viewing pleasure until last, only to have her thoughts interrupted by the fox's bout of stage fright. Ah well, she could wait. Mmm, and he had a fine tush anyway, rounded and firm like the rest of him. The males on his ship of duty must be very lucky indeed if they ever got a piece of that exquisite red-furred rump, now bared to Carmen's eager dark eyes as Jaquard bent at the waist, his tail only partially obscuring the sight as he kicked off boots and breeches together, turning slightly to set them with the rest of his clothes.
"I...hope you will not be offended, good lady," said Jaquard with a light clearing of his throat. "You see, this is all rather new for me, and I am afraid that I have not been able to retain complete control of myself..."
Whatever other explanations the young fox might have offered, Carmen didn't hear them. She was far too focused on what was revealed to her as the handsome du Sang turned around, presenting everything with which he had been born to her bright, wide, awestruck eyes. Even with a body like a god, the rat hadn't been expecting him to be quite so gifted in all aspects of his body. He was right on the edge of being intimidating, certainly the equal of many fine stallions of Carmen's acquaintance. This fox was hung! More than that, his magnificent prick was dangling from its sheath, already at a decent halfmast.
"No troubles, Jackie," Carmen said soothingly, cutting off his attempts at being a gentleman in explaining his erection. "It's rather flattering, actually. But I expect that it will cease to be a problem once I get started." She took his black-furred hand and guided the beautifully-built male forward into the smoky, tropical humidity of the room. By the bench where his piercing would take place, the many smoky, exotic-smelling lanterns positioned strategically around the room shone down on him from every angle, laying the fine fox utterly bare, their glowing flames giving his fur a special luster, his every trimly-muscled contour highlighted to stunning perfection. "Now just lie back, Jackie," the rat said with a teasing touch of one long finger to the very tip of Jacquard's black nosepad as she slowly pushed him into a sitting position onto the long, wide workbench where she did her piercing. "And try to relax. This shouldn't take long," she sighed, looking his body up and down for a long while, feeling her heart give a lurch in her chest, her breathing coming faster as the fox obediently lay back, those golden eyes watching her as she watched him. She read the uncertainty in his eyes: he wasn't completely sure what she really thought of what she saw, even after she'd told him, likely leaving off the full import of her words to at least partial teasing. It was something that she should have expected from a young man, one who hadn't yet learned just how exquisite he really was from the opposite sex, having spent most of the most sexually active parts of his life on a ship at sea, far from the comforting touch of female company.
It was the meeting of their eyes that made Carmen force herself to turn away, picking up the chest with her tools. Turning back to the young male stretched out, so sweet and vulnerable on the workbench before her, the rat gave him a saucy wink as she knelt by his side, and then reached between her breasts, pulling out the loop of gold. Holding it up to the light above his eyes, Carmen let Jaquard see the exquisite piece that she intended to use to penetrate his exposed flesh.
"It's beautiful," said the fox, shivering a little despite the heat of the place as he felt the rat's other hand stroking his chest, blunt clawtips lightly pricking and then gently pinching his hardened nipples as they stood out through his soft white foxfur, lingering there for an achingly long moment before those same fingertips continued downward, teasing over every last bump and dip of his perfectly-toned belly.
"Then it will suit its new wearer," said Carmen with a satisfied nod, pleased that the young man should approve. "Now just hold very still, Jackie," she cautioned, setting down the piercing next to Jaquard's hip so that she could pick up one of the many sharp implements of her trade. "I do not want to make any mistakes with such a perfect manhood as your own."
Holding up the piercing needle so that the fox could see it clearly even as her other hand, its grip so gentle and careful (as she felt a body such as the one before her deserved), stroked lightly down the semisoft length flopped out onto the male's taut tummy, and then down further, cupping the double handful of his virile, white-furred sac and the swollen orbs within. She couldn't help but admire these male instruments with eyes shining in admiration, and it wasn't until she heard the fox's sharp intake of breath that Carmen realized that she'd pressed her face almost close enough to kiss the tender, bared white fur of Jaquard's scrotum, her hot breath certainly steaming his fur.
That was not all that she had done to him Carmen soon noticed as she looked up the length of the young fox's body, only to watch, wide-eyed and awestruck, as that gorgeous length of proud foxhood swelled up, and then rose before her eyes, standing at full attention like one of the king's guardsmen.
"Mother of God," said the rat in soft wonder as she licked her suddenly-dry lips, pressing her knees together tightly as she worked hard to retain her concentration, the heat of her home sinking straight into the pit of her belly, inflaming her with need. But it was a losing battle and she knew it, even as she looked up to the golden eyes of the fox lying before her, his expression so trusting it tugged at her heart as much as her loins.
"I don't suppose you can do much work right now, can you, with me like this?" he asked, so apologetic, so gentlemanly, even in such circumstances as these, before he grinned, half-sheepish and half-teasing, looping his hands behind his head. "Well, what shall we do now?"
"The obvious thing, silly goose," laughed Carmen, giving the fox's penis a playful little nudge with one fingertip, making it bob back to touch his belly before it swung upwards again. "You are obviously dealing with some significant pressure there. If we are to continue," her fingers wrapped around the base of the fox's swollen shaft, where she could feel the first beginnings of his knot, "then we will need to relieve you of some of that pressure, n'est-ce pas?"
"That," Jaquard answered, his voice tense, tight, as Carmen began to stroke his hard pink shaft, openly admiring the way it flexed and pulsed beneath her fingers, "seems reasonable."
It had been a while, that much Carmen could tell right away. This was a seafaring young man, fresh in from the bounding main, and without any opportunity yet to relieve that ache in his loins, as his capine friend surely was doing at that moment. She couldn't help but feel pity for the young man in his present condition, but also a little pity for herself as she began to pump her hand harder, faster, applying her other hand as well as she set down her piercing needle to get to work at giving this beautiful male's magnificent penis some proper attention. After all, with so much pent up need, she knew from ample experience with other males that though his desire might be great, he wouldn't last long. She didn't hold this against him, however. He was there for a piercing, not sexual bliss. This was just so that she would be able to give the fox what he'd come for.
Despite knowing this, knowing that this was supposed to be strictly business, Carmen couldn't help but watch as plump beads of precum formed from the tip of Jacquard's cock, and then flow, one by one, down his length, leaving trails of slick moisture that made it all the easier for her to pump his shaft. Already his knot was swelling up, and the black rat moved one hand down to grip it right at the base, pumping that mighty vulpine penis like she was desperate for water from a rusty pump. Hearing the fox's first warning whimper, feeling his body tense up before he even fully realized what was about to happen himself, Carmen licked her lips eagerly as she tightened her grip a little more, feeling a flush of exultation run through her as she leaned back, watching in ecstasy as Jaquard's hips arched upwards, his belly and rump tensing, jaw clenching tight together as his lips drew back to bare his sharp teeth, his glorious, heavy balls rising up against his strongly-muscled thighs as they squeezed together, his toes curling. A fraction of a second later, Jaquard erupted like a volcano, with Carmen as awestruck observer while wave after wave of tension released rippled through the young fox's body, shaking him to the core. And the cum! There was so much of it! Pumping her hands all the harder, the slim black rat's tail lashed in needy agitation, belying the swollen nature of the snug slit hidden beneath her tight breeches as the fox's cum splashed on the wood of the bench and the floor beyond. It was like watching an act of nature, the metaphor of a volcano not a bad one at all, as she reflected on it.
Sadly, all things come to an end in time, and so it was with Jaquard's orgasm. Breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her ears, Carmen released the young man's organ and leaned back a little, lifting her hands to her lips to suckle on each finger, one by one, taking the flavor of him. It was slightly sweet with the rum he'd been drinking, tangy and thick. She regretted not taking him into her mouth while she'd had the chance, and couldn't help but sigh as she finished cleaning her hands, before she started to reach for her piercing needle once more.
But no! Carmen's eyes widened as she looked back to Jaquard as he lay there, panting a little, his golden eyes shifting between her and his erection. He was still erect!
"You are certainly a healthy one, aren't you, Jackie?" Carmen said with a laugh, dropping the needle once more to grip that wonderful organ. "I'm surprised you've still got it up after such a good burst as that."
"Some say I've got the blood of a devil in me," said Jaquard with a grin, before he gasped in pleasure as his back arched into the fast, rapid stroking the ratgirl was giving him. "It keeps me potent for longer than a mortal man ought to be."
"Not an idle tale," said Carmen with total sincerity in her voice, even as she tensed her grip, hand-on-hand, around that exquisite, massive foxcock. "Do you mind if I try something else to tame this beast?"
"Whatever you think will help," the fox laughed, shrugging. "I hadn't realized just how worked up I've been." His golden eyes looked her up and down, before one of them winked at her. "But can you blame me in the presence of such a pretty lady?"
"Flatterer and tease!" answered Carmen back with a light squeeze to the fox's plump balls, before she leaned in a little closer, blowing cool air across the top of his blood-engorged glans, making Jaquard tense still more. "But I'll pay you back for it, I promise."
Jaquard never got a chance to respond, for the next moment his breath was taken fully away as the skilled ratfemme wrapped her lips around the very tip of his mighty prick, and began to greedily, messily, and noisily suckle on it. He only partially suppressed a whimper as her tongue flicked against the slit at the tip of his penis, back and forth and then around, her head bobbing while that ever-present tongue of hers kept working, never once holding still. And then he was squirming in desperation as she took a deep breath, like a pearl diver about to make an hours-long plunge, and then thrust her head forward and down.
In all his days, young though they might have been, Jaquard had never seen anybody who could do as the rat before him did. He couldn't tear his eyes away, simply watching in fascinated awe as his length slowly but steadily vanished into her muzzle. Her cheeks were puffed out, her eyes closed, and Jaquard could see the rat's throat tensing as he hit the back of her throat, before he suddenly gasped in a rush of pleasure as she swallowed him down, deep-throating him with only a moment's hesitation. Did this woman have no gag reflex?! Apparently not, though Jaquard did feel her powerful throat muscles gulping on his length with greedy eagerness, even as she kept pumping his shaft with her hands, making sure that no piece of his pink length was ever left unattended. Then, moments later, Jaquard's eyes opened wide as he saw and felt Carmen's chin squeeze tightly against his hevy balls, her whiskers tickling against his belly. She'd taken every last part of him!
Staring down in awe at the rat who had accomplished such a feat, Jaquard started to open his mouth to say something. But whatever he'd meant to say was cut off as Carmen set her hands onto his belly, fingers teasing through the fur-covered cobblestones of his sculpted stomach, blunt claws on her fingertips making his flesh quiver, his back arching upwards once more. Gripping tightly to the bench until his knuckles started to turn white, Jaquard's whole body began to tense up once more, that same itch he'd felt before starting somewhere behind the base of his throbbingly erect shaft, and then starting to tingle its way down his length, while also settling into his balls, making them begin to tense. His second orgasm was coming, and fast, but this time Jaquard was prepared for it.
Tightening his rump, the young fox grit his teeth, this time as a preemptive measure rather than an involuntary response. He intended to enjoy this. It was far too much fun watching those beautiful dark eyes watching his face and body as Carmen's pretty face bobbed up and down his shaft. Up she went, just enough to get a brief breath through her nose, before she would dip downward once more, her hands making sure that he was always being stimulated, even when her muzzle was not pursed around a given spot of naked male flesh. His blunt claws scraped the wood on the underside of the bench as he writhed under the exquisite attentions of the ratfemme, and Jaquard struggled desperately to control his breathing, and through that control, to control his pleasure as well.
But there was a limit to the amount of pleasure that anyone could endure, and no amount of diverting his thoughts to other subjects could properly drive away the intense wave of arousal that washed over Jaquard as he looked down into the bright, dark eyes of the ratfemme so eagerly suckling his length, her long, naked pink tail wriggling behind her as an expression of her own arousal. As though sensing Jaquard's steadily increasing culnerability, Carmen leaned up slightly, enough so that she could arch her chest forward, before she used her hands to clasp her full, well-formed and still-clothed breasts together, making a perfect channel for Jaquard's thrusting cock as she proceeded to fellate him with a will. He could smell her wetness, her female musk flooding the room, and it was this last that finally got to him. His legs kicking out, Jaquard gave a cry as his pleasure bubbled over, his sight overwhelmed in a wave of red and black. It was too much!
Her throat gulping as hard and fast as she could, Carmen still found that it wasn't quite enough a copious amount of hot, spicy foxcum dribbling down her chin and bare throat. Without thinking she reached down to undo her shirt, peeling it open and tossing it to the floor nearby before it could be stained by the stream of semen running down the front of her body. Carmen watched the gorgeous male on the bench before her as she knelt between his legs, the corners of her muzzle turning up in a slight smile - as much as she could manage with so much hard foxmeat in her mouth - as she watched his whole body spasm in the throes of his ultimate ecstasy.
How long they remained like that, Carmen trying to suckle the last dregs of foxcum from her willing victim, while Jaquard tensed and bucked under her tender ministrations, neither of them would later be able to tell. But finally the black ratfemme lifted her head, letting Jaquard's massive erection pop free from her mouth, giving it a final, lingering lick to the very tip as it glistened before her.
"Well," she said with a light laugh, giving the base of Jaquard's shaft, just beneath his still-swollen knot a gentle squeeze before standing up and folding her arms, "you are an insatiable one, aren't you?" she said, mock chiding him. "At this rate I might never get my work done."
"It's not such a bad thing, though, is it, Carmen?" asked the fox as he sat up, grinning at the rat in a way that made her knees feel weak. "It's just the devil in me, I suppose. Still, I can think of something that might work far better for relaxing me than what you've done so far."
Her dark eyes growing wide as the tall, slimly-muscled male stood, Carmen's heart felt as though it had leapt into her throat as Jaquard placed one strong yet gentle hand on her hip. She didn't have the strength of body or will to resist him as the red fox pulled her to him, crushing her against his chest, before his lips met hers, kissing her with a savage ferocity and wild abandon that left her head spinning, her mind frazzled past the point of recovery. This male was possessing her being! He must be able to taste himself on her lips, but it didn't deter him in the slightest as he ravished her mouth with his tongue, his hands mauling her breasts, making her give a sharp squeak! into his mouth. She'd cum, just like that! That was all it had taken, the almost painful twisting of her poor, perked nipples, she'd been so close to the edge.
But that was just the start of it. Jaquard had her now, and Carmen couldn't resist even if she'd wanted to - and she didn't! With near brutality he turned her around and thrust her forward against the very bench that he'd been lying upon as she'd attended to him with her hands and mouth. It came up to her thighs, and as his strong arms kept forcing her forward, the rat couldn't resist being bent over at the waist, her hands going out to support herself against the wooden bench with its elevated parts and places where straps could be attached for when she did tattoos on more vigorous customers. Those strong hands gripped her waist, uncinching the belt that clung to the gentle swell of her womanly hips, before dragging her breeches down her black-furred legs, baring her utterly to the view of the wicked fox that had taken possession of her reason. She didn't even try to move her tail to block his view, knowing it was futile anyway - she wanted this, needed this, so desperately that it hurt. A single orgasm wasn't going to be enough. But Carmen knew with dark instinct that this male that had come to her out of the night wouldn't disappoint her.
A shrill cry rang out in the shop, and for a moment Carmen couldn't tell where it had come from. Then it hit her: it was her! Jaquard's tongue lunged once more, driving into her quivering, sopping wet depths with even more intensity than they had first penetrated her, a moment of such stark shock to her system that Carmen realized she must have blacked out for a second from the pleasure of it. His hands roamed her rump with impunity while that horrible, wonderful tongue toyed with her, drawing her to the edge of bliss, then pulling back once more, playing with her like a master swordsman might play with an amateur to the art of the blade, wearing such an opponent down before finally finishing him off. Each time he worked her to a full lather, pulling back at the last moment before her final, blissful release, Carmen realized that there was a gush coming all too soon, and when this devil of a fox allowed her to cum, she would lose a piece of herself to him forever.
She was delicious, Jaquard decided, sweet beyond imagining, and it gave him the utmost delight to torment her, to listen to this pretty femme's squeals and squeaks and cries and curses. She especially delighted in cursing him in her delirium of pleasure, her tail lashing in desperation as he held it pinned beneath his knee on the floot, keeping it from whipping about in her frenzy. Then, when it seemed that the woman in his power would surely hyperventilate and pass out from being overwrought beyond all reason, Jaquard bent forward and engulfed her clitoris in his muzzle.
That beastly tongue was flickerlicking her aching lovebutton like there was no tomorrow! And at the same time, the vile fox was suckling on her most sensitive, tender places like it was a small penis, like she'd worked him only a short time before. Screaming now like she was being murdered, Carmen only managed to stifle her cries by biting into her arm, falling forward as she did so, sprawling onto the bench where Jaquard had been lying, her whole body going through spasm after spasm, her rump twitching as it was thrust into the air, tensing again and again with wracking multiple orgasms. It couldn't get any better! This had to be the ultimate limits of what pleasure was like!
But it wasn't.
Seizing Carmen's uplifted, presented rump with one hand, letting her tail go free, Jaquard used his other to guide his ready, aching shaft into position. His hips nudged forward just enough to dimple the rat's juicy, flushed cunny apart slightly before he gripped her firmly in both hands, getting a good, strong grip from which his helpless captive would never escape. Carmen couldn't hold back, her back arching, her hands clawing at her own breasts, cruelly twisting her nipples in her desperation as she cried out once more, the sound more like that of an animal than a thinking creature as Jaquard penetrated her, plunging his massive prick into her gushing depths.
It was fascinating, actually, watching his massive cock slowly sink into the rat's spasming depths. The black-furred femme was long past any capacity for reason at this point, her tail wrapping around Jaquard's own hips, pulling him onward, urging him to use her with brutality. And then, when her tailtip found his clenched tailhole, and then began to tease that snug little button of pink flesh, Jaquard felt his own reason vanish, a feral snarl curling his handsome features as he began to thrust with abandon, claiming this female for his own!
The small room was filled with savage, bestial snarls, deep and menacing from Jaquard, and higher-pitched, whimpering sobs and squeals of the most exquisite pleasure from Carmen as the pair coupled. It was bestial, primal, unrestrained, powerful hips and tightly-muscled abdomen and heavy, white-furred foxballs slapping hard against taut, firm, pertly-rounded rat's rump, a massive cock splitting an achingly tight, clenching, clinging pussy wide as Jaquard brutally pounded out his lust into Carmen, while she all-too-eagerly thrust back at him, wet, fleshy sounds almost as loud as their shared vocalizations. And then their comingled cries started to rise in pitch and volume as Jaquard started to pump his hips a little faster, feeling his heavy balls starting to boil over once more. Carmen felt it also, her own orgasms having being coming almost nonstop, her body desperate for a final release from this limbo of pleasure into which she'd been thrust. Then, his head bent forward, lips curled back in a savage snarl, his every muscle tight, taut, defined in that moment of perfect passion, Jaquard came, hard, his whole world centering down on that single point of pleasure where his body met Carmen's. Carmen's own body burned with the intensity of the sun as her entire self, body mind and soul, were overwhelmed with wave after wave of wracking pleasure. It was too much! No sane creature could possibly endure this!
And yet they did.
And they did it again. And again. And yet again.
It was a few scant hours before dawn when Carmen finally got around to setting the gold ring into Jaquard's sac. Though she was tired, her hands did not tremble as she set it firmly in place, the ring making a slight 'snick' sound as it locked in its new home, safely nestled between the two plump, recently-emptied white-furred orbs of the fox's testicles. Worn out as Jaquard had been, almost as much as Carmen herself, he'd hardly even flinched when she'd punched the hole for the ring.
"Rings and diamonds are symbols of eternity," said Carmen softly as she gently dabbed the area with alcohol, the pair curled up together now on the floor of the warm, smoky room, the lamps now burned out to the wicks. "I am sure that we will meet again."
Jaquard smiled at this, and then pulled the strong young rat woman close to his side. There would be time enough for talking later, and action aplenty. For now, however, there would be rest.