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Those Toes

Lauren purred, the gentle rumbling of her satisfaction echoing around the small bedroom. The tigress wiggled where she lay upon the bed, blushing and giggling as her lover scrambled up onto the lower half of the bed and positioned himself directly beneath her. Their eyes met, and each of the pair felt an irresistible fluttering in their stomachs.

Before the tigress could speak, Byron's lithe green body was moving. Captivating her, entrancing and infecting her with almost hypnotic rapture. The gecko's smooth scaled flesh seemed to ripple and shine in the dim light of the bedside lamp, and as his feet began to teasingly run their way up the length of Lauren's legs, she couldn't help but moan in undeniable excitement. The feeling of his scales against her fur was something that Lauren would never tire of. The sensation of his feet against her flesh, a unique privilege which would have been lost on many couples, but held a deeply important and cherished place in their sexual relationship.

Whining in desirous delight, Lauren couldn't help but reach down and caress herself between the legs as she felt her own toes curling, claws extending and retracting in open arousal. She could feel her dampness already. The throbbing, aching need of her flushed inner flesh and swollen clitoris, all of it begging for attention. Her eyes darted back and forth between Byron's blushing, beaming face, his own crotch, stiffened and twitching eagerly, and of course the gecko's smooth feet with those gorgeous, delectably plump, bulbous toes.

"Oh god..."

She couldn't hold back. A breathy, euphoric gasp escaped her lips as the gecko's feet continued to stroke and rub their way up her own legs. Byron's eyes shone at the sound of Lauren's giddy murmurs, and slowly, in a manner much more restrained than how greedily Lauren was currently grinding one of her hands against her needy slit, the gecko reached for his crotch and began to firmly squeeze and rub at his erection.

By the time Byron's feet reached the top of Lauren's thighs, less than a minute later, the tigress was shaking from head to toe. Her long, striped tail thrashed wildly upon the soft sheets, and her breath issued forth in ragged gasps timed not to her heartbeat, but to the throbbing of her swollen clit. Lauren lay down flat on the bed, dragging her gaze away from the gecko's feet for the first time since he'd settled on the sheets before her. Her back arched, and she whimpered in pleading desperation as her hands lifted themselves away from her crotch, trembling with the effort it took not to fly immediately back to those drooling depths.

"Please, babe. P-please..."

Whimpering shamelessly, pressing her hands to her face in an attempt to both cool her burning cheeks and indulge in the scent of her own juices, Lauren felt her thighs quivering uncontrollably at Byron's toes' touch. She squeezed her eyes closed, and prayed. Her voice letting slip a muffled string of repetitive pleas as she waited for what she knew was coming, but what her lust-addled mind was still terrified would somehow be denied to her.

It felt like hours before Lauren's wish was granted, though in reality it must only have been another fifteen or twenty seconds. The tigress growled with a deep, savage eruption of passion as she felt Byron's left foot slide along the final stretch of furred flesh which separated her leg from her crotch. His smooth, scaled toes pressed against her pussy, wiggling gently, teasingly against the trimmed fur and already sodden flesh of her slit. The rounded digits rubbed at her outer lips, and inched their way upwards until just a few tortuously drawn out seconds later they made contact with the firm nub of Lauren's clitoris.

The tigress almost came on the spot. She stifled a scream of pure joy and euphoric excitement, clutching at her throat as though the air had been torn out of her lungs by force. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and a manic, gooey gurgle of ecstasy escaped her gaping maw.

It didn't matter how long they'd been together. It didn't matter how many times he'd done this with her. To her. Byron's feet, or more specifically Byron's toes, would never fail to reduce her to a mewling, shrieking mess.

There was just something unbearably sexy about them. The way they were so plump and cute. The way they twitched and wiggled when he was excited, or happy, or turned on. The way they felt when they caressed her own footpaws beneath the table at dinner, so innocent and tender. And the way they felt when they pressed their way between her drooling, needy lips... either of her mouth or her pussy, to drive the tigress mad with lust.

"O-oh... oh god."

Reaching down between her legs, Lauren grabbed hungrily at her lover's ankle. It had taken all her willpower to wait for him to get this far, to let him tease her and tantalise her with his foot at his own painfully measured pace. But now that he had gotten started, now that Byron had begun to actively pleasure her, the tigress had no intention of letting him do a half-hearted job. Urgently she tugged his scaled foot towards her, pressing it into the soft, wet flesh of her crotch and grinding her body down against it. She gasped in pleasure, feeling a small flood of juices erupt around the smooth scaled flesh as a miniature orgasm crashed over her. It felt incredible, but Lauren knew from experience that this was just the beginning. The first explosion of a chain reaction powerful enough to reduce the tigress from a proud, powerful woman to a squirming, squealing, oh so domesticated kitty-cat.

Bucking her hips feverishly, humping up against the gecko's beautiful foot and grinding her clit against those gorgeously plump, tantalisingly twitching toes, Lauren could feel herself falling away from reality. The world and everything in it was fading into nothingness, and all that remained were Byron's gorgeous feet. Those smooth, sweet reptilian feet with their four delectable toes. In a vague sense she still knew that the rest of her lover was attached to them, but the more she ground and wriggled against those feet, the more that was all her pleasure-addled mind cared about.

From somewhere far removed from the cloud upon which Lauren's consciousness was floating, she heard Byron calling out her name. Crying out in pleasure. In excitement. In orgasm. A momentary image ran through her mind; the thought, the idea of him rubbing furiously at his spurting cock as he watched his mate lose control grinding up against one of his feet. No sooner had it formed in her mind's eye though, the image faded. Replaced instead by a fresh, sharp picture of Byron's toes. Curling and flexing. Wriggling in orgasmic bliss, tweaking and rubbing mindlessly at Lauren's clit as they did so.

"Yes... y-yes, baby! Now. P-please! Now!"

Still clutching at her lover's ankle, Lauren tugged sharply upon the gecko's foot. She shrieked in excitement as she felt his toes being dragged down, over and away from her throbbing clitoris, flexing and straining outward with deliberate, purposeful force. Her hungry depths drooled and quivered in rapt anticipation, barely able to contain themselves simply through the knowledge and past experience of what was about to happen. For an agonising moment or two, the gecko's two largest, most plump toes clung to the sides of Lauren's pussy; spreading her lips apart and threatening to remain there, trapped outside of where the tigress knew they belonged. Mercifully however, a final desperate cry of pleasure soon escaped the gecko's own lips, and with that cry his toes flexed just the tiniest bit; curling in towards one another, and sending themselves plunging forward, into the tigress' pussy itself.

Lauren's world exploded.

She roared, kicking, thrashing, screaming to the heavens as she felt Byron's toes quivering inside her clutching pussy. Hot streaks of fluid, squirting violently from within her most intimate reaches with the sudden, savage force of her orgasmic release, splashed out against the gecko's trembling foot. The ejaculatory eruption soaked his scaled sole and flooded the bedsheets beneath, an liquid orgasmic surge the likes of which Lauren could only ever produce for this act. For this feeling. For the man she loved, and those toes she craved with such senseless, mindless lust.

Humping and grinding against the two toes lodged inside herself, the tigress gurgled, roared and giggled in mindless glee as she endured not one orgasm, not two, but countless peaks all wrapped up into one. She felt her face flush, whimpering bashfully as she ruined yet another set of bedsheets with her uncontrollable ejaculation, but at the same time screamed louder and longer, urging her body and her lover's amazing foot to continue doing whatever it took to keep her feeling this way. Lauren felt her own toes curling, clawing wildly at thin air as she came beyond all rational proportion; beyond the capacity of both her own mind and indeed her body.

She felt herself gushing with yet more liquid lust. Felt her eyes rolling in their sockets. Felt her heart thundering like a herd of stampeding cattle within her chest. And she felt Byron's toes, twitching contentedly; happily, within her as the gecko watched his lover enjoy herself from within the satisfaction of his own post orgasmic malaise.

Eventually, she felt her body relax. Her pussy ceasing its hungry throbbing, issuing only the slightest of quivering squeezes around the gecko's toes as they occasionally twitched and shifted inside her.

Lauren wanted to open her eyes. To lift her head, look down at her beloved mate, and tell him thank you. Tell him how much she adored him for making her feel that way.

But she couldn't.

Try as she might, she couldn't move.

All the trembling, tigress could do was lie there with her eyes closed, and whimper happily in joyous fatigue. Wordlessly mewling her gratitude to the man she loved and his beautiful, perfect toes, until unconsciousness claimed her soon after.

By Jeeves