by Prax Venter
“Please,” he whispered. “I want to see you.”
She finally locked her blue eyes on him, then nodded slowly, giving in to the inevitable.
Mark reached down and pulled off the silk belt that loosely held her robe in place. He slid his hand between the satin fabric and warm, luxurious fur, dropping her robe to the floor as he brushed her stiff nipple with his fingers, yet Audra turned her muzzle away again as he exposed her furry chest. Her plump breasts hung down a bit, pulled by years of gravity, but their heft was substantial. He lifted one slightly with his palm and ran his thumb over her pink nipple. Their furry softness was beyond anything he’d ever touched.
“I…” she started again.
Mark cut her off by targeting her nipples with a light Heal, and her exposed flesh began to glow as sparks fell around them. All she could manage was a tight moan after that, and he maneuvered her backward toward her bed, her weighty breast still hefted in his palm. He realized that besides her nose or the pads on her feet, everything else was covered by silky fur. Her hard, pebbled nubs seemed to be extra sensitive.
“Sit,” he said and knelt between her thick legs as she fell back on to the bed.
It was colder up in her bedroom, but her crotch was nice and toasty. He kissed down the side of her thigh and felt her excitement spike when she realized what he was about to do. By the time his lips grazed over her tight, furry slit, he saw a personal part of her past through his magic eye. The harpy girl was the only one who had done this for her. Her previous Collector had almost never pleasured her with his mouth.
Mark slid his hands around her thighs, wrapping his fingers in her soft fur. He paused to pull in a deep breath of her and said a silent prayer to the Goddess of Oral Sex before getting to work.
He began to lick and nuzzle her crotch, sniffing and tasting as he went. If there was something he had learned from Amina and their goddess besides summoning magic clubs, it was that the act of going down on someone was one of the most intimate gifts you could give them. You were dedicating your face, your mouth, your whole being toward inflicting single-minded pleasure on someone else’s genitals. Mark worshipped Audra’s pussy with careful attentiveness, and the wolf-woman began to whimper.
As she relaxed and her labia swelled, he lapped at her tiny clitoris with his tongue. Mark could hide his face in mellow sweetness for hours. Her sexual waves became clear to him and discovered the perfect rhythm to drive her toward a tight vibration and a violent orgasm. But that wasn’t what he wanted for her.
Mark licked around her throbbing hole until she was a few laps away from her climax. Audra was panting heavily, but her muzzle snapped shut, and her ears went back when he stopped and ruined her imminent orgasm.
Wordlessly he began to remove his clothes, and the cream-colored Vulpath resumed her panting again when she realized they were far from finished. She spun and got on all fours, assuming a position she was used to. Mark watched her furry slit drip, and her pink ass clench into tight puckers as her tail slowly waved back and forth.
She ached for him, but there was something about how she constantly obscured her body that bothered Mark. He finished undressing, and she turned her deep blue eyes over her shoulder. She was really quite striking. Their new bond allowed him to see deep into her mind again, and the black smear hovering below her neck.
The wolf-woman expected Mark to take her from behind, but when he slid onto the bed and under her, she seemed horrified.
“I want you to ride me, Audra. I want to feel your magnificent furry breasts, and I want to gaze deep into your stunning eyes.”
She cocked her head to the side before letting go of her insecurity. Mark was clear in what he wanted, and she decided to let go and give it to him.
Leaning forward, she pressed a stiff hanging nipple into his mouth as she carefully used her clawed hand to align his throbbing cock with her devastatingly hungry vagina. With a deep moan, Audra pressed her ass down towards his thighs. Her furry lips slid down his shaft with excruciating slowness, and his taut skin felt the sweltering heat inside her body.
He slobbered over both of her furry tits as the beast-woman began to fuck him slowly and sensually. She rocked her hips into his until she found a solid rhythm and then leaned back, pulling her huge hanging breasts away.
Her pink nipples pointed down while she rode him, bouncing against her chest. Mark ran his hands through the fur on her stomach up to her impossibly soft breasts. Audra turned her muzzle down to face him, her ears flat and sideways as pleasure coursed through her abdomen from the slippery friction of their interlocked sex organs. Mark looked deep into her soul as she gave her whole body to him, all barriers down.
She was a good person who had been very passionate in her younger days. When her close friend died, a new darkness grew inside of her, spreading to fill a specific place between her heart and her mind. Audra didn’t know why she was unable to access her passion and was barely aware that there was even something wrong.
She slammed her furry hips down on his, her hot body engulfing his rigid cock over and over. The female Vulpath placed her hands over Mark’s and really squeezed, encouraging him to get aggressive with her soft breasts.
He had no problem obliging, and she arched her back, panting toward the ceiling as she rode him.
There it was. Her smudge of self-obstruction was related to her previous Collector and how he shunned her after the loss of their bonded harpy. His love for her wasn’t strong enough to keep them together, and Audra subconsciously put the blame for that on herself. Deep down, the Vulpath painter didn’t think she was desirable anymore. This leaked into her whole life and stole any confidence regarding acts of passion.
Mark squeezed her soft, hanging tits aggressively, rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She looked back down at him and began whimpering again. She was very close to an orgasm.
He pulled her down by her breasts, so she had to put her muzzle by his ear. Her ass leaned forward more and gave him more leverage to pound her from below.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Audra,” he whispered into her ear before bathing her whole body in the most powerful Heal he could bring to bear.
The Vulpath female began to howl in his ear, but she was cut off when all her muscles locked up. Her hot pussy squeezed down on his cock as she spasmed on top of him. The joy and erotic bliss she felt layered over his own, and Mark gave in to her strong vagina.
A torrent of essence transferred from Mark to Audra, and she finally found her voice. With a long, soulful howl, his Enthralled Vulpath reached a mentally devastating orgasm. When he opened his eyes, he saw her take a few shaky breaths before she began to lick his lips and face.
They rubbed their tongues together while both twitched from orgasmic aftershocks. He ran his fingers through the fur on her back… and the sensation felt oddly familiar for a moment before he realized this was the first fur-covered woman he’d ever had sitting on top of him.
“Mark,” she panted, “you’re pure magic!”
“Woo!” cheered Sasha from downstairs, and he could tell they were both clapping.
He realized that her howl must have carried throughout the whole Wind Level of the Vulpath city. She sat up and looked down at him, and he noticed that her left eye was now a light teal while the other remained its normal deep blue.
With his penis still buried deep into her wonderful crotch and her furry thighs still straddling him, she looked down, and her head tilted to the side again.
From this angle, she looked utterly gorgeous, and his cock began to re-stiffen inside her.
“Oh…” she said, squeezing it with her vaginal muscles a few times. She smiled and continued. “I took the Good Eye skill and dumped in the substantial number of points you gave me. Mark… I can see… how you see me.”
He grinned up at her and reached to massage her furry breasts again. Their softness was irresistible. The way her thick bumpy nipples felt on his palms was maddening, a
nd his dick grew rock-hard again. He willed his burning desire for her sensual form to consume her mind as it did his. The feedback loop of Audra looking deep into him as he looked deep into her sparked into an infinite cycle, but this time without the usual vertigo.
She nodded, tears spilling over her muzzle.
“Thank you, Mark. I can see… I know what I need to do.” She pulled her body off his, and the cool air felt almost painful on his dick. Audra moved to the side of the bed, putting her face back near his. She closed her eyes and pressed her muzzle to his lips, kissing him passionately for one long moment before pulling away. “I need to capture what I saw. Right now,” the cream-colored Vulpath said as she picked up a few brushes and a palette before heading toward the stairs, still completely naked.
“Sasha, Jezebel. It’s your turn with him. I have work to do.”
After a moment of silence, he heard Sasha say, “You go first, Jez.”
He lay back in Audra’s bed, smiling, his cock pointing straight up. His beast-woman AIs were learning to get along wonderfully, and as the flush satyr clomped up the stairs, he realized that he really hadn’t spent a lot of quality alone time with the tan doe-woman. There was that time in the cave, but there was no tenderness, only quick, animal-like ravaging.
He silently sent Sasha a mental thank you, wondering if they were all settling into a shared wavelength.
Mark took in the green-eyed satyr from her tightly curled horns, down past the splattering of freckles on her cleavage, over her epically thick rump, and finally down to her dainty doe hooves.
A thought struck him, and he popped up to his knees as Jezebel approached. He pointed to where he was just lying.
“Get that shirt off and get on your stomach. I want to run my hands all over you.”
“Yes, sir,” she said playfully and did what she was told.
Mark sighed with contentment when she pulled the thin t-shirt up and over her head and horns. In contrast to Audra, Jezebel’s breasts were firm, tight, and round. Her huge brown areolas took up a good portion of the surface area and looked perfect against her caramel tan skin.
She crawled up on to the bed and lay down on her stomach, her tiny tail pointed up and her legs stretched out over the edge. Mark’s eye was drawn to the two jagged scars on her back marring her otherwise smooth skin. He could tell she didn’t really think about her wings as often anymore.
Mark swung his leg over her sleek-furred ass and laid his cock right in the very defined grove of her cheeks, right up to her soft tail.
Starting where her short fur ended and her skin began, Mark dug his palms to either side of her spine and pushed forward.
“Ohhhh…” Jezebel moaned deeply as he pleasured her in a way that appeared to be completely new to her.
All the tension went out of her body and his satyr melted into the bed. He began to include her round ass and really noticed the difference between Audra and Jezebel’s fur. Where the wolf-woman was fluffy and luxurious, the satyr’s doe-like bottom half was sleek, flat, and just as pleasant to run his hands over. Mark took his time and thought of nothing else but where he was placing his hands. Under the gaze of his magic eye, her body sung long notes of pure bliss.
As he rubbed her ass, he spread her furry cheeks apart and caught a glimpse of her brown-colored asshole and hot-pink hole below it. Mark licked his lips. Now that he saw it, he wanted nothing more than to munch on her thick, swollen pussy.
“Can you flip so I can rub your front?” he asked, with multiple ulterior motives.
“Mmm, you bet,” Jezebel said, wiping a bit of drool from her lip.
Mark skipped rubbing her at all and instantly pressed his face between her sleek-furred haunches. Audra had a tight slit, and much of it was covered in fur. In contrast, Jezebel’s thick folds were a darker brown flesh that swelled when she was aroused. The doe fur came right up her right up to her outer labia, and Mark dug through her fat lips with his tongue.
“Mmm-Mark…” Jezebel sighed, a bit dazed from his massage and not expecting him to dive right in. He felt her hands run through his hair as she pulled him deeper into her crotch. He licked her pussy from the inside as far as he could reach, rubbing the flat of his tongue against her sensitive inner walls. His nose rubbed her thick and swollen clit, and he tasted her sweet strawberry juices.
“M-mark. You better not stop,” she said, pressing her doe-legs into his ears. He smiled into her delicious lips. “And no abilities!” she added, panting.
She was close, and Mark obeyed her wishes, bringing her to orgasm with just his mouth. Her pussy clenched on his tongue, and Mark couldn’t wait to-
“Fuck me, now,” she gasped as she spasmed, reading his mind.
Mark slurped her swollen clit past his lips once more before he quickly climbed on top of her. She was so wet from both his saliva and her juices that his own swollen head pushed right past her lips and into her still-cumming pussy.
“Ghaooo yesss,” she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as Mark filled her up.
Taking things nice and slow, he slid his shaft in and out of his sex-drunk satyr while kissing her cheek.
“I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are,” Mark whispered before pulling back and stepping up his thrusting. Her pussy was so engorged and thick, he felt his pelvis squash her clit every time he pressed deep into her.
Jezebel just looked up at him with her incredibly cute face, her emerald eyes half-lidded with ecstasy. He bent back down and flicked her flat nipples with his tongue as he passionately made love to his Enthralled satyr.
It took longer without using any of his magic sex powers, but he cherished every millisecond he and Jezebel were connected. He pressed his lips on hers and they both absentmindedly nibbled as they got lost in one another’s body.
Eventually, he felt Jezebel nuzzle her nose into his neck and dig her fingers into his back as she raced toward another powerful orgasm. Mark slapped their groins together, hitting her deep, and when she gasped in his ear, it was over for them both.
Essence and semen battered the strawberry-blonde satyr, and she locked her legs over his back, pulling him as deep as possible while they both shuddered with ecstasy.
“Oh, I love you so much, Mark,” she panted into his ear, running her hands over his back.
“I love you too, Jez,” he whispered back.
After a few moments of recovery, Mark moved off to her side. The beast-woman turned away, becoming the little spoon while Mark pressed against her backside. He draped his arm over her slim curve of a waist, and she locked it between her firm breasts with her hands.
With a deep sigh, Mark contently breathed in both Audra’s mellow musk and Jezebel’s sweet scent- he was in heaven. They snuggled for a few minutes before his mind started wandering.
It was quiet downstairs, and he assumed his Enthralled painter was doing her thing. Had he really fixed her like he had fixed Sasha? No. Audra’s blockage was something only she could have fixed herself.
The warm, exotic beast-woman in his arms easily regained Mark’s attention, and he wondered about Jezebel’s past. That she was a computer really didn’t seem to have any meaning anymore. She was Jez, and he truly did love being near her. Touching her. Watching her be both ruthlessly analytical and frighteningly cute at the same time.
He gazed down her smooth, tan back pressed into his chest and noticed the two scars again.
“Hey, Jez?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“Talk to me about your wings? Why were they ripped off?”
She was silent for a few heartbeats. The question caught her off-guard. Mark couldn’t see her face, but his magic eye gave him plenty of insight into her core being. On a whim, he looked away and up at the stars through the slanted skylights above. She’d just asked him to not use abilities on her, and there were some things he wanted to learn about these two amazing women the old-fashioned way.
She squeezed his arm before he spoke.
“It’s
no big deal,” she said. “When I entered a version of the Crystal Heart for the first time, the system in place- um, semi-randomly picked the physical form my pattern would take in this simulated world. I thought I looked good, so I kept it.
“Then, when we were attacked by those thieves, and I became locked out of system-level access, my form in this game was affected by the same algorithms and fuzzy-logic rulesets that interpreted the way I look to begin with.” She sighed. “Like your eye and scar, my missing wings are a virtual representation of damaged or restricted cores.”
“They don’t hurt, right?” he asked. “I imagine it was like losing a limb.”
“No,” she said quickly, rubbing the back of his hand. “I only physically had them for a short while. At this point, I’ve existed without them for longer than I had with them.”
Mark hugged her tight and pressed his whole body along her backside.
“Well if you still had them, I wouldn’t be able to hold you like this.”
“Yeah…” she said, and he felt her tiny tail wiggle a little against his stomach. Did she always wiggle it when she was happy? He’d have to keep an eye out.
They lay together for a bit longer before Jezebel decided it was time for Sasha to get her essence. She pulled her pink shirt back over her tan skin and pressed her flat, wide lips on his one last time before quietly clomping down the stairs.
Moments later, Sasha’s dark horns and blonde hair rose from the second floor. She was already naked, and her leathery wings unfurled a bit when she saw him lying on the bed. Sasha as a succubus was absolutely breathtaking. Her bright blue eyes alone could give him an erection, but her perfect breasts, round ass- even her hypnotic spade tail couldn’t be ignored. A glint of light from her smooth chrome legs caught his eye. He wondered what it felt like to have metal legs, and he tried to picture himself rubbing her down like he had Jezebel. Then an idea hit him.
“Before you devour my helpless soul,” he said. “I want to try something on you.”