by Aaron Evans
I looked up at her. "When I am down here, I am also dominant to you. That may seem like a paradox, but it's true," I slowly ran my tongue along the edge of her pussy, "because that's what Wolfs do. We eat people up."
Then, without preamble, without warning, I mercilessly tongued her clitorus as fast and as hard as I could. I knew that she wasn't expecting that much sensation, not after I had been so slow. She squealed trying to pull away. What seconds ago had been lazy, teasing play was suddenly intense sensation as I held back her clitoral hood and devoured her, licking her as fast and as hard as I possibly good.
"Wolf! I-" That was the last articulate thing she said for several seconds. She wailed, writhing her hips as if she could somehow get away from the intense sensation.
But she couldn't. She was trapped.
Her body was mine.
I was relentless, savage in my eating of her. I knew that she was too sensitive for this kind of play, but I just didn't care. My Bunny needed to understand what belonging to me meant.
"NONONONONO!" There was nothing she could do to stop me. I was certain this was far more uncomfortable for her than my spankings had been.
Then I stopped. I nuzzled myself up her body until we were face to face. My cock was resting against her wet pussy.
"Who is dominant when your pussy is being eaten?"
Her blue eyes were half-lidded. Her voice was like a child's, like a kitten's."You are. My Wolf eats me all up." She tentatively licked my face, cleaning her juice from my cheeks.
I smiled. "Very good, Bunny." Then, I nibbled and licked my way down to her beautiful breasts. She gasped as I let my teeth graze her nipples.
Then, I moved lower, dipping my nose and lips into her rich, damp pussy.
It's hard for me to describe what my Bunny's wetness is like. She is rich, and wonderfully thick. Her slipperiness is like almond oil. The shaved skin of her vulva is soft as lilac petals.
And her taste! The taste of her nectar is like a drug. It was easy to get lost in lapping at it, eagerly drinking her essence into myself.
It was making her body part of mine.
I truly felt the way I said I did. Eating, for a Wolf, is an act of dominance. It shows that she is my prey, my food. Since she had learned that, I went easier on her this time, and didn't focus entirely on her clit.
The thing was, regardless of dominance, I knew a secret in my hidden heart.
I loved eating my Bunny's pussy. It was like nothing else in the world. When I ran my tongue through her velvet wetness, I was happy in a way I had never known. Eating her was more than sex- it was an artistic endeavor. Listening to her soft whimpers and moans was like music, like wind in the leaves. The smell of her was like autumn twilight, and as she eagerly ground herself against my face, I knew that I could die, right here, and I would be happy.
She was part of my body now. I could never be alone again.
Of course, I could never say these things to my Bunny.
That wasn't the Wolf she wanted.
"Fuck." The word was half moan, half giggle. "Your tongue is amazing."
“I've barely started." I lapped at the length of her, from her tight little asshole to her hard clit. I enjoyed watching as her tight hole puckered and clenched while I licked her.
For long moments, I worshipped her clit, making her sing and wail for me. Every time she would begin to tremble, however, I would slow down.
She would come, just not yet.
Now, I dipped one lone finger into her while lavishing her clit with my tongue. I loved feeling her grip at me, feeling how tight she was. She did her best to push herself against me, and now I allowed it, to a small degree. But there was no way she could have her pleasure.
Not yet.
Not until she was wearing her tail.
"God damn." The words were little more than a whisper and a whine. "I need-"
"You need whatever I give you." I plunged a second finger into her pink richness, and she softly cried out. Then, I withdrew before pushing again. In a few moments, I was fucking her with my hand, all while lapping the salty-sweet musk from her.
Everytime I edged near her clitorus, her entire body would tremble, and she would throw her head back. I saw her pulling at her arm's restraints- to no avail.
I smiled to myself. She wouldn't be free until I allowed it.
Hungrily tonguing her pussy. I thrust my fingers into her, faster and faster. Soon, she was so wet that she had dripped all across my hand. Her whimpering was a staccato song as I fucked her with my fingers.
Then, I put my pinky in her ass.
It was completely wet from her nectar, of course. Still, sudden ass-play can be shocking. In this case, however, she was so aroused that it simply carried her further.
"FUCK!" I could feel both her cunt and her asshole clenching on my hand. For a moment, I stopped licking her, although my thrusting never stopped.
"Every hole you have is mine, Bunny." My words were whispered, matter-of-fact.
"Yes." She was completely beyond her mental barriers. "Every hole is for my Wolf. Please fuck me. I want to feel you leaking out of every hole I have."
"I will fuck you when I please." I kept the rhythm of my hand steady. "I will fuck you where I please. This is who you are now. This is what you are for."
She looked at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust, passion, and submission. Her entire body glistened with the effort of the pounding I was giving her pussy.
"Yes, my Wo-Wolf." She couldn't speak without stuttering from the force of my hand. "Thi- this is what I am for."
What a good little Bunny.
I lowered my mouth to her velvet sweetness and rewarded her.
The entire time I pleasured her. I kept working her tight asshole with my pinky. It was important, both that the muscles relax, and that she be plenty lubricated.
Fortunately for my Bunny, wetness was not a problem for her.
It was another five minutes or so before I heard more of her tell-tale whimpers, and felt her ecstatic trembling. This time, I did not let up on her pretty clit.
"Oh, OH!" Her wails were plaintive. "I'm going to- I need to come for you-"
"I know, pretty Bunny." I spoke, and then licked again, hungrily. As I did, I reached for the plug. I nuzzled its tip into her sweet cream, for just a moment.
Her wetness was truly amazing.
"Please!?" I could tell she was on the edge of losing control. "Please let me. Fuck... oh, fuck.."
Then, slowly, I pushed the plug into her asshole. It didn't go in all at once, of course, it was far too large. Instead, I slowly, steadily pushed it into her, knowing it would take a minute or two for her to completely take it.
"AH!" She lifted her ass off the bed, but there was no way she could escape. Slowly, inexorably, I pushed the huge plug into her ass, all while worshipping her clit with my mouth. Her cries were part pleasure, part pain, but I didn't care.
She was my Bunny. She would wear the tail.
The end.
Then, as the largest part of the plug stretched her asshole, she screamed.
"FUCK!! OH, FUCK! GOD DAMN!" She tried to control how deeply it went, but there was no way she could. She was whimpering like the sweet little cunt she was, and her pussy was pouring nectar into my mouth. Hungrily, greedily, I gobbled it up, relentlessly taking everything I wanted.
Then, the plug was in.
"Please." It was the tiniest whisper in the world. It was plaintive, begging. Her voice was fragile, like the first flower of spring. “I can't beg you anymore. I can't wait. I need to come for you."
I smiled. I spun my tongue in lazy circles around her clit, and the looked up at her beautiful eyes.
"Would you like to be fucked, little Bunny?"
"God damn. Yes."
Grinning, I gazed over her body. It was obvious how she ached for me.
How helpless she was.
She was my prey.
***
When you are the alpha, self-control i
s an important asset. in fact, the stronger you become, the more likely you are to have control problems.
Ironic, but true.
It's a fact that the most alpha individuals draw more mates. Species isn't much of a factor here. Therefore, the stronger of an individual you are, the more likely you are to be in the kind of situation I was now.
It was delicious, yet taxing.
My Bunny was beneath me, begging with every part of her beautiful body. Her arms were securely tied over her head. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes wet with tears of frustration. She had the single largest thing she had ever taken in her ass, and her pussy had left a wet spot the size of a frisbee on the bed.
Most wonderful of all was her scent. It hung around us, like curtains of passion and raw lust. I couldn't inhale without breathing in desire and want.
My cock was iron.
As I kissed my way up her body, tasting yearning in her sweat, it took everything I had to not instantly impale her. Everything in the primitive part of my brain was screaming.
It was time.
Time to fuck her.
Time to take.
Still, that was not the way. It would never do my Bunny any good to know exactly deep in thrall of her I was, how much I needed her. The deep fantasies of her heart needed something else- something her last boyfriend had been woefully unable to give.
She needed an owner.
She needed a Wolf.
Slowly, I tasted my way across the map of her flesh. Every inch was a banquet of scent, of taste. The salt of her skin boiled in my brain, and sent fire dancing in places far lower.
"Mmm." She looked down, and when our eyes met I felt the connection between us, like a spark only we could feel. She whimpered when my mouth found it's way to her left breast, and I traced my hard cock along the edge of her wet cleft.
"Ask me." My face was inches from hers. Before she said a word, she was licking my face again.
I loved that she so completely understood her place.
"Wolf," it was little more than a whisper, the slightest breath. "Will you fuck me? please?" She licked me again.
Teasingly, I rubbed the hard head of my cock against her slit. She whimpered with pleasure, trying to arch herself so that more of me would be drawn inside.
Then, slowly, I sank inside her.
Watching her eyes was amazing. At first, as her warmth engulfed me, her pupils widened, just the slightest bit. Then, as I sank deeper and she clenched at me, her eyes drifted closed.
"Look at me, little Bunny."
Her eyes opened. She seemed like the most fragile thing in the world. "Fuck me. Please." She glanced away for a moment and bit her lip. Then, she looked back at me. Her voice was soft, and so earnest it almost broke my heart. "This is what I am for."
It was slow at first, as it always must be. I didn't take her like a thunderstorm, instead I was like the tide. Slowly, I pushed myself into her, relishing every centimeter.
She opened to me. She blossomed. It was as if I was taking more than her body, as if I was burying myself in the depths of her heart.
"God. Oh, God damn." Her hips were writhing. Her eyes were drawing me, as if she could hold me with little more than beauty and desire.
"You're going to come now." I dropped a finger down to her clit. If I angled my body properly, I could fuck her while massaging her clit. "It will only be once, but it will give you some relief."
"Yes." She was completely lost in sensation. As my fingers danced across her clit, she gasped prettily.
Then I took her.
This was going to be difficult. I had been edging her for so long that her body would want to let go in one screaming, wet explosion. I knew from the night before that my Bunny was capable of multiple orgasms, and that's what she yearned for now. I had teased her for so long, driven her so deep into submission, that if I wasn't careful that's what we were in for.
But that's not what I wanted.
No, just a single for now. Just enough to let off some steam, but still make her yearn. We had a long day ahead, and I suspected that if she had as many multiples as she had last night, I would only have one exhausted, spent Bunny.
Not nearly as much fun.
So while she was getting lost in the thickness of my cock, I was intensely focused. It was important to my plan that I drive her just over the edge, and then pull back.
It wouldn't take her long. The tail plug still stretched her asshole, and she was still bound. I knew that she was deep in her submissive space, and her body was ready.
"Fuck." It always amazed me how right it felt to be inside her. I looked up at her and saw that she was beyond any hearing of me. As I danced circles on her clit she was moaning, one long, undulating sound. Her eyes were closed, and I could feel how tense she was, in every muscle of her body.
"Oh." It was almost a sound of surprise. "Oh, if you don't stop-"
"I'm not going to stop." I thrust into her again. "I'm going to make you come, little Bunny."
"Yes. Oh, fuck yes." She ground herself against me, and I felt a burst of warm wetness around my shaft. I took a deep breath, trying to focus.
It was hard. Every instinct was screaming at me.
Just fuck her. That's what a real Wolf would do, He would fuck her and leave her dripping with his seed. Let go. No focus, no control.
I exhaled, making my body relax.
Savage her. Take.
Her whines were approaching a fever pitch now, and I wasn't slowing. This was more than fucking, this was high magic, was poetry, was art given form. If music could be solidified into pure, raw sex, that’s what we would have been.
"GOD! Oh, my Wolf! OH!"
Then, the trembling broke over her body. It was as if she had no muscle control, as if the power of her pleasure became manifest and took her. In that moment, her pleasure was as real, as sentient as we were. It was a living being, and it loomed over her, possessing her body.
She screamed.
It was wordless, meaningless. Yet at the same time it was something primal, something that seemed to make perfect sense. As her body trembled, as she pulled against her restraints, my Bunny came, wetness surging from her pretty shaved pussy. I slowed my fingers and my thrusting, doing my best to hold fast, to not let go and flood her sweetness with my come.
"Oh God, oh God, oh..." He words trailed off into a long inarticulate sigh. I completely stopped playing with her clit, and thrusted slower, and then slower still. I leaned forward and kissed her, my cock still steel inside her.
She looked at me, her eyes shining. "More." One word had never meant so much. "I can give you more, please." She was grinding against me powerfully, mewling and licking at my face.
I stopped moving. I kissed her once, sweetly.
"I know you have more for me, little Bunny. I just don't want it yet. We have a long day together."
Now, she kissed me. It was a kiss that said ten thousand things that there were no words for. It contained every lover’s secret, every unspoken whisper of the heart.
"Yes, my Wolf. It's yours, whenever you wish it."
We lay there like that for a long time. Eventually, we would have to move, but not now.
Not yet.
***
Years later, I pulled myself from her. I was still hard, still full of desire.
I would come inside her. Just not yet.
She whimpered softly as I pulled my cock free. Immediately, I set about untying her arms.
She gasped at the blood returned to them.
"That's a unique pain, right there. It's one you will have to grow used to."
She smiled at me. That smile said everything.
It was the yes that we all want to hear, that we spend our lives chasing.
"You will continue to wear the plug." I helped her stand. She was trembling, but well enough. "Other than that, you should get your skins back on."
There was the slightest trace of pout on her face. She adjusted herself, trying to find
comfort while being filled with the plug.
"I don't know-" She glanced away nervously. "I don't know if I can keep wearing the plug."
I took her shoulders in my arms, and kissed her forehead. "It will be hard- but by no means impossible. Eventually, I will let you rest, but not yet. Not before everyone else at P.L.A.Y. sees my little Bunny with her new tail."
She grinned at the thought.
I reached across the bed, gathering my own skins. I briefly thought about washing both of us up, but decided against it.
Let everyone outside smell us. Let them smell how thoroughly I used my Bunny.
Ten minutes later, we were in the hallway.
"Where are you taking me?" She was leaning awkwardly on me as we walked, getting used to her tail.
I smiled at her. "I wanted to let the convention get a look at your pretty tail." The smile grew dark. "And, I wanted to give you a reward for being such a good little Bunny."
She looked up at me, her mein serious. "I tried to be good for you." She was almost teary. "I knew that if I wasn't good, you wouldn't want me."
"That was never true." I held her gaze, and then made a point of letting her watch me enjoy looking at her. "I always wanted you. I just didn't know if you could handle what I am- what I do. This is a difficult path."
"It's exactly what I always wanted." She was quiet for a moment, as we passed a couple of cat-girls and a zebra. Idly, I wondered it it was the same zebra I had allowed to come on my Bunny's face the night before. If so, he made no sign.
"So, what do I get?" She grinned, like a child at Christmas.
I leaned toward her, whispering conspiratorially. "I am going to come inside you three times this morning." I pushed her towards a wall, out of the way of the non-existent traffic. The hallway was almost deserted, but we didn't want to be in the way of any who came by.
"Three?" Her eyes were wide. "That's going to take some work." Her grin was mischievous.
"Right." I put my finger in her mouth. Like a good Bunny, she sucked it. "I am going to come once here." Then, I traced my finger between her breasts and down her flat stomach. I cupped her vulva with my hand. "And once here."
She giggled, and I kissed her. Then, I spun her around, so she was against the wall. I wriggled her tail, and she whimpered piteously.