“Thank you for coming back.” The words slipped out in a whisper, surprising even herself. So much for focus; she hadn’t been thinking that, but it had popped out anyway, as if out of nowhere. “I know you’ve got a lot to do. I’m sorry for taking up so much of your time.”
“I, uh,” Tinvel grabbed her legs, closing his eyes as he tried to compose himself. “I don’t really feel like I’m getting a bad deal here?”
Chona frowned. She lay down atop him, slipping her arms beneath his shoulders, pushing him deeper into the mattress with her hips as her breasts rubbed across his chest.
“Why do you keep talking like that?” She asked plaintively. “You’ve stopped saying things that mean something. You’re just making jokes, or changing the topic.”
She felt her clit brush against the head of his cock. It made her shiver, and the shaking of her hips had him pushing himself up against her. She pinned him down once more with a small growl, determined to keep him from avoiding the question.
“B-b-becaaaause…” He bit his lip for a moment, letting his head drop onto the pillow. She slowed her grinding to let him think. She hoped he appreciated that, because it was not easy to do. “B-because you’re in heat, Ch-Chona, and, uh, you keep trying to have serious conversations about important things, and S-Sara told me that now was definitely not the time to talk about that kind of stuff.”
She made a face. “Gods, how long did you talk to her? You keep blaming everything you’re doing on her.”
“L-like an hour, maybe?” He tried to shrug, but she had him so wrapped up in her limbs that it wasn’t much more than a wiggle. “It was more of, like, a l-lecture on how to not screw things up when your heat came, I guess.”
Chona scowled. “I can’t believe she did that. That was none of her business, and there’s—”
“She’s the one that told me about vibrators, remember.”
Chona bit her tongue, looking away.
“And she told me that you’d probably s-say stuff you didn’t mean,” he continued. “A-and that I should… oh, fucking hells, Chona…”
She felt a spark of pride flutter in her chest at the way he gripped her hips and swore, but she did, however reluctantly, slow her movement even further.
She wasn’t going to get entirely off his cock, though. There wasn’t a hell hot enough to convince her to do that.
“So I j-just wanted to make sure that we didn’t say anything we regret,” he eventually managed to gasp out. “Your first h-heat is supposed to be the worst, so I figured we can just, uh, talk about it later.”
Chona chewed her cheek, trying to think that over, but it was getting harder and harder to focus. That hunger in her core, the pervasive, painful emptiness, was making itself known.
“Like what?” She challenged. “Maybe I’ve got a bit snappy, impatient, but I’ve never said anything I didn’t mean.”
Tinvel gave her a strange look. “Are you sure? Because you’ve, uh, said ‘I love you’ a few times.”
Chona stiffened. She looked at Tinvel, who was looking back at her, and she felt her fur begin to fluff up once more. He waited patiently, despite his cock throbbing against her aching entrance.
She broke eye contact first. “I… I don’t remember saying that,” she mumbled.
“Yeah. See what I mean?”
“Sh-shut up.” She took a breath, then forced herself to look back his way. Gritting her teeth, she drew herself back, reaching down to grab Tinvel’s slick cock, lifting it so it was pressed to the front of her pelvis.
She held herself there, breathing hard. Her head was swimming, blood thumping in her ears. It had started from the moment he’d gotten back, and it had only been growing since. That ache. A hollowness in her core.
Tinvel throbbed in her hand. She could feel her heart jumping in her chest. Her inner walls fluttered in anticipation as she stared down at his glistening erection. She licked her lips.
I want to hate this. I wish I hated how desperate I am right now.
She couldn’t bring herself to truly resent it. The room spun around her, blurring into a dizzy spiral, but she barely noticed, because Tinvel was right here. Her mate was in her bed, pressed to her, and he was about to give her what she wanted. What she needed. That was good. She knew it was good like she’d known few things before. A bone-deep certainty that defied any argument.
Watching Tinvel’s expression hungrily, she began to stroke his cock. Not very fast. Just her palm, wet with her own arousal, moving up and down. To the base of the shaft. Squeezing. Pausing. And then back up again, until her thumb was lightly brushing over the head of his dick.
His eyes fell closed, head falling to one side. She watched his ribs swell as he took in a long, shuddering breath, and then she watched him blow it out a sigh that was a touch higher-pitched than usual.
Gods, I love this.
She lifted herself up, keeping one hand on his cock, sliding it along her body until the tip was resting at her entrance.
She didn’t have a fraction of the patience that would’ve been necessary to savor the moment. She sank down right away, her eyes fluttering as she felt him split her open.
The hunger was still there. Some irresistible desire growling deep within her, demanding that she be filled. She couldn’t have held off if she’d tried.
Their moans filled the air. His thick cock entered her inch by inch, splitting her open, the head rubbing against the walls that clenched greedily down upon him. Overcome with sensation, her thighs shook with the effort to keep her supported in the air, and so she fell faster, gasping with delight the entire way down.
Their hips collided with a wet slap. A white flash of ecstasy flashed in her vision as he was hilted inside her.
Full. So, so full.
He hadn’t felt this big their first time. The heat had changed things. She could feel herself squeezing down on him, her pussy clinging to him with feverish desperation.
“S-so fucking good,” Tinvel breathed.
“Big,” she agreed deliriously. “You feel so good. Don’t know if I can even…” She put a hand on the center of his chest. She tried to lift herself up, but she only made it an inch before her quivering legs collapsed. They both let out a groan at even that half-failed attempt. “Fuck,” she whined, head tucked low. “You left m-me for too long. It’s too… too much.”
She tried to lift herself again, made it maybe an extra half inch upward, and then fell forward with a whine. She could feel her breasts against him, nipples rubbing on his chest, stoking the liquid fire running through her veins.
“Over,” he gasped. “Roll over. Onto your front.”
“W-what?”
He answered her with action. With his hands wrapped around her back and her pussy still wonderfully stretched full, Chona was too lost in ecstasy to quite understand what he was doing to her. Not until found herself pressed into the mattress, one cheek against a pillow, her tail sticking straight into the air.
“Lift your hips,” Tinvel rasped, tugging at her.
“Wh-why?” She asked in confusion, even as she did so. “I can’t fuck you like this, Tin.”
He didn’t answer. She could feel his presence hovering behind her, so she let her tail wander, tracing his outline with the furry tip. There was a rustling, and then there was something beneath her hips, followed by several more.
“There.” He pushed at the base of her spine, just beneath her tail. “Just like… that…”
With his cock still buried in her, they both let out a little whimper from the way her movements scraped him against his walls.
When the front of her pelvis touched the pile of blankets, pillows, and clothing, leaving her ass still high in the air, Chona abruptly realized what he was doing.
“Are you kidding me?” She half-laughed, half moaned. “Are you gonna… gonna fuck me like an animal?”
“I guess s-so? It’s called doggy style,” he replied breathlessly. She felt him withdraw from her briefly to reach for something, stealing just a few inches of his cock from her, and that was infuriating. Her tail whipped around his waist, drawing him back in.
“You think you’re gonna fuck me?” She asked incredulously. Her blood was roaring in her head. The left side of her face was buried into the sheets that were awash with a week’s worth of their time spent together, and every breath she took left her dizzier. “You’re my mate. I fuck you. That’s what you’re…” She clenched down, making him hiss. “That’s what you’re here for.”
“I know, I know, but I’ve just got an idea, alright? Let me grab this…”
Chona was mortified by the sound she made when he pulled out of her. She tried to grab hold of him before it was too late, but the feeling of cock dragging along her inner walls had her gasping and groaning, a full-body quiver that tore her coordination to pieces.
She fell back onto the mattress, panting. She heard Tinvel shuffling away, and that pissed her off even more.
“Can’t believe you think you’re gonna get away with this,” she panted. “Fucking me like that? Gods, it’s almost insulting.”
“How is it insulting?” His voice echoed back.
Chona brought her tail back down, wrapping down and through her legs, so it landed on her dripping slit. Taking its end in one hand to help pull it taut, she started to grind against her own tail. She hadn’t done that since she was a girl, but gods she felt hot. So hot. She didn’t know how she wasn’t foaming with enough sweat to turn the room into a frothing mess.
“You think you’re just gonna fuck me like I’m nothing, huh?” Her voice hitched on the last word as she found the right angle to shove her clit against her tail. “Like you’re just shoving me to the bed and getting off inside me? Yeah fucking right.”
Tinvel said something. Probably something apologetic, or sarcastic, and definitely kinda cute because he was also so annoyingly polite. Chona didn’t hear what it was. She was too busy shoving her face into the mattress, hips rutting against the pile of clothes and blankets, her open mouth drinking deeply from the sex-scented bed.
There was a void in her. She didn’t even bother to put something in herself. The paltry little heats she’d had before this one might have been satisfied with her fingers or a bit of lacquered wood, but now those shortcuts wouldn’t do a damn thing.
God, I fucking hate my heat, she thought distantly. Then, more in focus, Tin is IN the room with me and he’s still not fucking me. What the hell is wrong with him?
A touch on her hips had her jumping like she’d been shocked. She flipped her head out of the mattress to toss a sharp glare at Tinvel, eyebrow raised.
“Well? Gonna see if you can do anything to me?” She was staring at his cock. It was all she could see. It was hanging off of him as he knelt on the bed, sleek and long, shining with her slick. “Come on,” she breathed. “You put me up here like you thought it would make a difference. Gonna try and shove that thing in me from behind? Don’t want to look me in the eyes when you fuck me, is that it? You so tired of it all you just want to take a fistful of my tail and fuck my cunt until I’m leaking your cum onto the bed?”
He grabbed her hips again, one hand on each side of her. She was lifted up while the pile beneath her was rearranged, and then she gasped as he dropped her back down. She felt the warmth of his body envelop her as he bent over her, his cock rubbing against her ass, his stomach pressing to her lower back as he brought himself close enough to whisper in her ear.
“Y’know you can ask me to do something without making it sound like an insult, right?”
Her lip curled. “I don’t know what the hell you’re—”
The retort was interrupted by the sliding return of his cock. Even though it was just barely grazing along her, the sheer anticipation was almost too much. She felt her toes curl, her tail tensing, and she took two involuntary fistfuls of the bedding. Most embarrassingly of all, she shoved herself backward, trying in vain to get him inside her.
“I don’t know if you could tell, Chona, but I came back to the house for a reason.” He had an odd lilt to his voice. A touch amused, a touch nervous. Like he didn’t quite know how to respond to what she was saying, but felt like he had to make the effort to match her energy. “You don’t need to beg that much to get fucked. I promise. Like you said: that’s why I’m here.”
She raised her ass a bit higher, helping to align his cock with her entrance, and cast a smoldering glare over her shoulder.
“So why aren’t you fucking me yet?”
In one smooth, drawn-out motion, Tinvel shoved into her.
Chona couldn’t help but whine through the whole process. He’d never gotten larger obviously, not by a fraction of an inch, but she’d gotten so much tighter. His cock felt big when it spread her pussy’s lips, then it felt massive when it began to split her open. She threw her tail around his hips once more, helping drag them together, and let her face fall back onto the mattress with stuttery, half-bitten-back moans.
He bottomed out quickly. Deeper than ever before. Good gods, this position. Had they done it like this before? Maybe they had. They probably had, actually, but the sheer fucking bliss of it must have knocked the memory straight out of her head. He’d never been deeper in her. It was amazing. The size of him, her own heat, the way he’d just up and agreed with her that he was here to fuck her through the next week, it all blended together into something that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
God, I love my heat.
Tinvel drew back. She let him, her tail following his hips, but she didn’t let him go far. The moment he was half out of her, she tugged, and he got the idea.
A wet smack filled the room as his hips hit her ass. That was mortifying. She couldn’t imagine how wet she’d had to have been for her fur to not muffle the noise. She was leaking down her thighs, wasn’t she?
And not even with what I want.
Tinvel drew back. She felt a delirious giggle bubble up in her throat as she, against whatever scattered ashes of her best judgement remained, spoke up.
“I-is th-that alllll… you’ve got… Tin?”
There was no audible response. Instead he leaned forward, reaching into the pile beneath her pelvis that was keeping her ass up in the air, and murmured something.
In the same moment he thrust back into her, the vibrator she’d never noticed clicked to life.
“Oh, f-f-ffffuck!”
Whatever was left of her strength vanished in a puff of smoke. The twin assault of Tinvel’s cock and the vibrations against her clit robbed her of any coordination. She collapsed onto the bed, biting the blanket, every digit on every limb curling up in spastic delight.
“Th-theeeeere we go,” she whined, even as he began to thrust. “Come on, come on! I thought you said you were gonna fuck me?!”
“I fucking am!” He groaned back. She felt his fingers digging into her hips as he kept her in place, beginning to fuck her in earnest. “Gods be fucking damned, Chona, I’m trying to make this last! Why do you have to do this to me every fucking time?”
She giggled deliriously. She could feel his cock plunging in and out of her, head spearing her open, and it was amazing. She could even feel, impossible though it should have been, the first drop of white fluid rise from the tip of his cock. It smeared along the walls of her cunt like fiery venom, setting her nerves ablaze.
“B-b-becauuse,” she panted through the thrusting, “I don’t want it to last. I want you to… to fucking cum in me already.”
He moaned, head lolling, but didn’t stop his thrusting. With how hard she was clamping down on him, she didn’t think he had it in him to give up the sensation of it all.
“W-why?” He adjusted his grip on her hips, throwing her down against the vibrator, giving himself more leverage to send his cock deeper into her. She was so lost that it felt like it was far enough to reach her fucking neck. “Sh-shouldn’t you want it to la… to last…?” She tried to shove her hips back up at him in answer, but she didn’t even have the strength to do that. He continued talking, completely oblivious to her efforts. “G-girls don’t like it when a guy finishes fast, I th-thought.”
For a time, Chona couldn’t muster a response. The buzzing vibrator, boosted by the larger crystal she’d shoved into it a few hours before, was like dancing lightning on her clit. The edges of her vision were tinged white every time Tinvel bottomed out in her, each time seemingly deeper than the last, and the effect was only intensified by the way his thrusts shoved her even harder against the vibrator.
Her body couldn’t decide what to chase. Every time she tried to get herself grinding against the vibrator, she ached for Tinvel’s thrusts to reach deeper inside her. Every time she shoved her ass up against him, she mourned the loss of addictive buzzing that would have assaulted her clit. The only time things were perfect was the fraction of a second that Tinvel was as far inside her as he could get, fucking her into the vibrator, and every one of those moments dragged her further into ecstasy.
Eventually, an hour or a minute later, she managed to respond.
“B-because it feels so good, Tin,” she panted. “Your cum. It’s so fucking hot. It feels like it’s burning me in the best way. I couldn’t feel it really, not that first time. It was just warm then. But every time I’ve felt you cum in me, it’s only gotten better. I’ve…”
Her words fell apart into a keening cry, her walls clamping down even harder on Tinvel. She’d probably just reached a climax, at least by her usual standards, but the heat changed things. She would only be satisfied by one thing.
“I’ve never felt anything like it,” she continued. “I want you to cum in me so bad. I don’t care if you do it in ten seconds or ten fucking minutes, I just want it. I want it more than anything.”
“That’s— oh, fuck— that’s good to hear,” he panted back. “Because I don’t think… I’m gonna… last much…”
He trailed off, words failing him.
Good.
She threw herself into the moment. Fuck it all. Who cared if she was being fucked like an animal. Who cares if she was making the most embarrassing little pathetic noises she’d ever heard come out of a person’s mouth? She was with her mate, and she was going to feel him cum in her. It would all be worth it then.
As she abandoned the last of her vanity, the sensations seemed to redouble. She could feel his thick head in vivid detail as it split her open, could bask in the friction of the bulging vein running along the underside of his cock, and she didn’t bother to hold back her miniature climaxes. As he bent over her, breathing down on her neck, hands on either side of her head, she felt one of those almost-orgasms roll into a second, then a third, one after the other, until her entire body was trembling like a leaf in a storm.
With a sudden cry, Tinvel threw all his weight down onto her. She arched against him, feeling the vibrator buzz straight through her body and into his cock. She could have wept with joy when she felt him swell in anticipation.
“Ch-Chona,” he whisper-cried, saying it so softly he probably didn’t think she’d heard it.
His cock jumped once. Twice. And then he began to spill into her.
Chona let out a low, guttural moan. The rolling climaxes she’d suffered through came crashing together in one final, penultimate peak. Her toes curled, her tail melted to nothingness, and her fingers twisted the sheets until they threatened to tear.
It was like lava pouring into her. Every pumping twitch of her hips, every little millimeter deeper he dug into her, it was all magnified a hundred times over. It felt like his cum shot straight through her pussy and into her head, painting her mind and all its thoughts white, white, white as she writhed in place, mouth open in a cry that was very, very far from silent.
However long it lasted, it was as long as she ever could have asked for. By the time his cock leapt its final time, Chona was a mess. She’d collapsed against the vibrator, limbs all askew, the corners of her eyes wet with tears.
Belatedly, with exhaustion dripping from his every pore, Tinvel reached around to turn the vibrator off. Chona made a small noise of protest, but that was turned into a moan when he shifted aside, stirring his cock in her womb.
She giggled. It’s probably in my womb now, she thought. Professor Brown said that’s not where it was, but I sooooo bet he’s wrong. It feels so deep it’s just gooootttaaaa be.
“Tiiiinnnyyy,” she cooed, rolling onto her side. “C’meeeere.”
“Oh gods,” he muttered tiredly. “Here we go.”
“I know, right? So gooooood.” She kissed him on the lips for several seconds, then pulled away with a loud mwah! She giggled again. “I love you, too, y’know?”
He blinked at her tiredly, searching her eyes for something. When he didn’t find it, he chuckled to himself, embracing her hug by tucking his chin onto her shoulder.
“See, that’s what I was talking about,” he said. “This is when you say you love me.”
She stared at him, confused. Both because it sort of seemed like there was an extra one of him, a really blurry double Tinvel sitting beside the first one, and because she didn’t know what he meant. “Cause I looove you?” She rubbed her cheek against his. “Love you sooo much.”
He gave her an awkward pat on the back, muttering to himself. “Gods give me strength. Sara did not warn me about this part.”
“I love you because you’re cool,” she explained helpfully, smiling at him, “and because you’re cute, and because you’ve got that very nice jacket, and you made fun of Affe that one time, and because—”
“You don’t have to explain why you’re saying it,” he pleaded. “I’m just… I’m so tired, Chona. Can I take a nap?”
She shifted her hips. He was still inside her, so, after a moment of consideration, she nodded.
“Yes. You can. Wake yourself up when you’re hard again, though, okay?”
“That’s… how would I…” He shook his head. “Alright. Sure. Whatever.” He tightened their hug, blowing out a long breath. “I just… really… need…”
Whatever he needed, Chona didn’t know. He was asleep before the last word finished falling from his lips. Chona grinned at him, shuffling them around to make sure she didn’t accidentally pull their hips apart.
“Well I’m going to stay awake,” she announced.
Then she fell asleep.
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