Fur and Fangs Box Set

by Rae D. Magdon

  My mind conjures up what she said before, about wondering if she was trans for a while. “Do they bother you?” I ask, not wanting to ruin the moment, but also feeling it’s important to know. I can’t really touch them with my arms behind my back, and she’s seemed to enjoy having them touched before, but I want to be sure.

  “Sometimes, depends on the day.”

  “If you ever want me to leave them alone, or keep the binder on, you can let me know. I don’t mind.”

  She gives me a grateful smile. “You’re the best, Izzy. And if you want me to stop whatever I’m doing, just say so.”

  Riley takes off her pants and underwear next, shucking them with an awkward little shimmy that doesn’t require her to leave the bed. I snort with laughter, but the sound is quickly replaced by a moan as she settles back on top of me. With her naked and me in just my panties, I can feel the heat of her skin bleeding into mine. Her body is like a furnace, and together, we reach just the right temperature.

  “God, your skin is so soft,” Riley murmurs, running her hands along my sides. Her palms settle on my hips, squeezing slightly, and one of her knees presses up between my legs, putting pressure right where I need it. My inner walls throb in anticipation, and I gasp as more wetness spills out of me, soaking through the material of my underwear.

  “Take them off?” I ask, mostly pleading. “Please.”

  “Please…I like that.” Riley’s fingers trace fire along my thighs. They start out soft, but then she sinks them in a little further, raking her nails across my skin and sending shudders down my spine. I shift, trying to roll my shoulders, but it’s useless. With my arms tied behind me, I can’t reach down to grip her or offer direction. I’m all too aware of my own helplessness—the dull ache in my arms, the burn between my legs.

  I run the sole of one foot along her side, trying to connect with her, but she catches my ankle in her hand. “Nuh-uh,” she says, staring down into my eyes. Suddenly, she doesn’t look quite so much like a cheerful golden retriever anymore. She runs her tongue over her sharpened upper teeth, and I shudder as I get a glimpse of the wolf underneath.

  To my surprise, Riley brings my foot to her lips. She places a kiss to the top, and I squeal and curl my toes, partly from embarrassment, partly because it tickles. “Don’t,” I giggle. “My pedicure’s all chipped. The top coat’s worn off.”

  “Don’t give a damn about your pedicure.” Riley slides her other hand up along my opposite thigh, cupping between my legs, massaging me through the clinging material of my panties. “Not when I’ve got all this to play with.”

  The contact is indirect, but her possessive squeeze is enough to leave me dripping. I gasp as she finally, finally pulls my underwear down along my thighs, but once they’re off, her fingers don’t return. My inner walls pulse, but Riley’s already reaching for a coil of red rope sticking halfway out of the box.

  “Can I use this on your legs?” she asks, holding it up hopefully.

  I smile. It’s kind of adorable how excited she is about this, especially since I was the one who asked her to do it in the first place. “Yes, please. How about a frog tie?”

  Riley’s brows lower and her head tilts curiously, ears perking. “What’s that?”

  “It’s one of the easiest ties to do. You just tie my ankle to my thigh, so my legs stay bent.” I bend one of my legs to show her.

  Riley nods eagerly. “Yup. Pretty sure I can manage that. Time to break out the rodeo skills.”

  “You’re from Georgia,” I remind her, stifling a giggle.

  “Hush, you.”

  She brings the rope between us, letting the end trail along my calf. It’s a struggle not to squirm, but soon I forget all about being tickled. Riley lifts my foot again, only this time, she ties my ankle to my thigh, winding the rope around them both.

  Once she finishes, my first instinct is to test the knot. I try to kick my foot out and straighten my leg again, but she’s done a good job. All I can do is let my knee fall to the side. “Not too tight?” Riley asks, running a finger under the cord to check.

  It’s tight, but not too tight, and the slight cramp in my thigh isn’t unbearable. “Just right.”

  “Good.” Riley binds my other ankle to my thigh, winding it around several times before tying it off. This time, I don’t need to fight against the knot to see if it holds. Both of my legs are pinned.

  Riley places her hands on my knees, spreading them open and pressing them into the mattress. The position puts some strain on my inner thighs, but it’s the most wonderful kind of burn. I’m acutely aware of how Riley’s palms feel on my skin, flat and smooth, radiating heat.

  “Keep these open,” Riley says, and I blink in surprise. I appreciate a lover who can give orders, but I hadn’t expected Riley to become that lover quite so quickly. There’s more to her than I expected, and I’m loving what I’m seeing.

  “What are you going to do?” I ask, looking up at her.

  Riley grins. It’s not Natasha’s seductive smirk, but somehow, it’s even better in its silliness. “Anything I want,” she says, repeating my earlier words. She leans over me, bracing her elbows on either side of my shoulders. I expect her to dip down for a kiss, but instead, her warm lips graze my neck, sucking a sensitive patch of skin.

  I gasp. With my arms and legs tied, the sensation of her mouth is more intense. I tilt my chin up, trying to give her more access, but she’s already moved on, kissing along my collarbone and down my chest.

  When she blows a stream of air across the peak of my breast, my hips jerk up. The involuntary movement puts me in contact with her stomach muscles, and I groan, my head falling to one side. Riley’s stomach is wonderfully firm, and I can’t help but rub myself against it. Soon, I’ve painted a line of slickness along her abdomen.

  “You’re so wet,” Riley mutters into the curve of my breast. She sinks her teeth in, then sucks, pulling hard enough to leave a purple-black mark along one side. It hurts for just a moment, but then the pressure of her mouth and the sharp edges of her teeth push me past the pain and into an aching sort of pleasure.

  Riley’s blue eyes dart up to meet mine, as if she’s checking in to make sure this is still okay. I try to reach down and stroke her hair in reassurance, or maybe thread my fingers through it and direct her to my nipple, but then I remember—my arms are trapped. She can do whatever she wants to me, at whatever pace she wants.

  There’s only one way left to encourage her. “Please,” I murmur, arching my spine to try and put my breasts on more prominent display.

  Riley takes my nipple between her lips, sucking it into the soft heat of her mouth and rolling her tongue over it. A jolt races through me, straight to my clit. Luckily, Riley’s stomach is there, a flat surface to rock into. I try to rub myself against her, but trapped beneath her body, I don’t have much room to maneuver.

  “Hey,” Riley growls around the peak of my breast. She gives my upper arms a gentle, warning press into the mattress, transforming the slight strain in my shoulders into a deeper ache. “Stop squirmin’. You said I could do what I want.”

  I stop. There’s a commanding edge to Riley’s voice that she hasn’t brought out much before, but I’m discovering that I like it. I shudder, forcing myself to relax into the cuffs and the rope, into Riley’s embrace. She returns her mouth to my nipple, and when she starts sucking, I resist the temptation to rock my hips.

  It’s torture. Riley’s abdomen is pressed against me at the perfect angle, slick with my wetness, but I want to show that I have at least a little restraint. I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. It almost feels like it’s beating at human speed, sending warm blood to my cold, tingling limbs.

  Blood. I can smell Riley’s blood pulsing beneath her skin. My mouth waters and the pit of my stomach simmers with hunger. Riley must be able to scent my need, because she just grins in that infuriating way of hers. “Wait your turn,” she mutters before kissing down along my stomach.

  It’s almost a
s awful as feeling her tease my breasts. She goes slow, lavishing kisses from my sternum to my navel, taking plenty of time to swirl her tongue around my hipbones. I spread my legs, but it’s useless. The pressure of Riley’s abdomen is gone and she’s deliberately not touching me where I need it most.

  I shiver as Riley’s teeth sink into my belly, sharper than they had been before. Her ears have gone pointed and fuzzy and her tongue got a rougher, grooved texture, one that makes me tremble. When I look down at her eyes, they’re a glowing, gorgeous yellow.

  “Riley,” I murmur. She’s told me to hold still, but she hasn’t forbidden me from speaking—yet. “Please…”

  Riley snarls, placing two quick kisses to each of my thighs before ducking eagerly between them.

  The moment her tongue touches me, I’m a quivering mess. It’s hot and rough and slippery, and it can reach almost as far inside me as her fingers. I yelp as it swipes straight for my entrance, forgetting my promise to stay still. I can’t, not when Riley’s inside me, lapping up each pulse of wetness as fast as my body makes them.

  I try to move, but the ropes digging into my skin stop me. My nails bite into my palms and I suck my lower lip between my sharpened teeth. Riley’s fingers are bands of steel on my thighs and I can’t rock my hips without a fight. All I can do, all I want to do, is let the waves of pleasure wash over me.

  Bright polka dots of color flash before my eyes. I’m sure I’m about to come whether Riley wants me to or not, and she seems to sense it too. The only warning I get is a low growl that vibrates through every sensitive lip and fold before she seizes my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with an impressive display of strength.

  At first, I’m too surprised to react. In this position, my curly hair is bouncing on either side of my cheeks, and I can’t see much. But I don’t need to. I can feel Riley behind me, and I cry out as her teeth sink into the cheek of my ass, nipping hard enough to leave an imprint. This is the roughest she’s ever been with me, and I want even more.

  With another snarl, that wonderful tongue is back, burying itself inside me. Riley’s claws rake up and down my thighs, digging in whenever I try to rock back against her face, commanding me to hold still. Her tongue plunges in and out, hitting a white-hot spot inside me, only to stop so she can lick and suck her way down to my clit.

  When she draws it into her mouth, I scream into the mattress. I can’t help it. Riley’s learned all my favorite places and knows the exact amount of pressure to use. She’s going a little rough, but that’s just what my body needs. I come with a helpless wail, shuddering so hard the mattress shakes along with me.

  Riley stays latched onto my clit, lashing me without mercy. It’s enough to keep me coming, but my inner walls flutter uselessly, desperate for something to grip. They clutch around nothing, and my moans have turned to sobs by the time Riley figures out what I need and introduces her fingers.

  Two of them pump inside me, making a slick noise as my body sucks them in. The moment she rams into the same aching spot her tongue had teased before, my ripples become a riptide. I release a flood around her fingers and onto her face, shouting something that’s supposed to be her name. I’m not sure if it is. I can barely form words.

  “Ry…lee…mfff—”

  That’s all I get out before she grasps my hair and shoves me face first into the bed, climbing on top of me and settling her lean hips against my rear. She bucks forward, and I sense a wave of longing coming off her. Instead of withdrawing, she moves her fingers faster, pumping with feverish intensity before I have time to recover.

  I’ve always enjoyed multiple orgasms, but this is ridiculous. I’m so sensitive I can’t tell whether my body wants me to squirm away or rock back in search of more, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t have a choice either way. The stainless-steel chains are cold against my back, clanking with each of Riley’s thrusts inside me, but they quickly heat up with her body on top of mine. She’s a furnace, radiating warmth.

  “Bite me,” I beg, my voice muffled by the mattress, but I don’t have to.

  Riley burrows past my thick hair and bites the back of my neck. Her teeth press in, her burning breaths unfurling in ragged pants against my skin. She’s got me pinned beneath her, and she doesn’t even need the cuffs and the rope around my aching thighs to keep me in place.

  It’s that realization, along with the feverish speed of her fingers, that pushes me over the edge again. I don’t know whether it’s my second orgasm or my third, but I don’t care. I clench hard around her fingers, keening into the tangled, soaked sheets beneath me as I spill into her hand.

  By the time it’s over, I’m a wreck. Every muscle in my body is soft and trembling. She’s fucked absolutely everything out of me. I can’t even remember to breathe. Gradually, my heartbeat slows down, and I realize that even though Riley’s still on top of me, letting me borrow her body heat, I’m actually cold.

  Riley notices me shivering. She rolls off, flipping me over onto my back. “You okay, Izzy?” she asks softly. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Even though her eyes are still yellow, they’re full of tender concern. The wolf is gone, and the fluffy golden retriever is back.

  I groan softly, blinking the blurriness from my eyes. I can tell from the shiny blue-black smudges at the corners of my vision that my eyeliner is a lost cause and my mascara is probably worse. Still, I can’t help but smile. “More than okay. Just…just get me out of these cuffs and give me a minute, and I’ll give you a turn.”

  Riley grins. “That was my turn. And I’ll let you out…” She runs one of her hands up along my sticky thigh, which is still bound tightly to my ankle. “If you want me to let you out.”

  “Riley,” I murmur, shaking my head at her. But I don’t ask her to let me out. I don’t really want her to untie me yet. My limbs are starting to hurt a little, but it’s not unbearable. The discomfort is kind of pleasant—a reminder that I’m still totally at Riley’s mercy.

  “How ‘bout I give you a little snack. Recharge your batteries. Then you can make it up to me.”

  Riley dangles her wrist in front of my face, and I follow it with my eyes, my tongue darting out to run over my lips. I can see her veins beneath her pale skin and smell the arteries running alongside them. My stomach growls.

  “Well, I am pretty dehydrated…”

  She lowers her wrist to my lips, and I plant a wet kiss on the tender underside without any teeth. Only when I hear her gasp do I sink my fangs in.

  Riley’s blood is like ambrosia from the gods themselves. It’s hot and sweet and syrupy, with just a little tartness in the aftertaste. I take a few quick pulls before I can help myself. I don’t want to drain too much or leave Riley dizzy, but I’m really thirsty after having the daylights fucked out of me, and she tastes so good. After a few mouthfuls, I’m able to slow down to a more moderate pace. I suck softer, letting the coppery taste roll around on my tongue so I can savor it a little longer.

  Much sooner than I want, Riley pulls her hand away. I whimper, still hungry, but she just smirks at me with that devilish look on her freckled face. “Hey, you’ll get more.” To my surprise, she slides two of her fingers down her own belly, delving into the sticky pink folds beneath her triangle of soft golden curls. When she withdraws them again, they’re covered in clear glaze.

  I moan as soon as Riley slips her wet fingers past my lips. I run my tongue around them, licking up all I can get. She thrusts a few times, almost lazily, making my hollowed cheeks expand before pulling out again with a soft pop. I try to chase after her fingers, but the cuffs around my forearms make it difficult to sit up.

  “That’s not fair,” I say, not bothering to hide my pout.

  Riley just shrugs and tosses her shaggy blonde head. “Never promised to be fair.” She swings one leg over me, scooting up so her knees are on either side of my shoulders. Suddenly I’m treated to a close and personal view between her legs. She’s already dripping, and her clit is a rosy red where it peeks out from beneath its ho
od. “Say please,” she mutters, running one hand through my hair.

  I swallow. It can’t be that easy. “Please?”

  “Please what?”

  I think for a moment about our earlier conversation, choosing my words carefully. “Please…let me suck you.” Riley blinks in surprise. I think she was expecting slightly different wording, but she seems to like what I picked. She lowers herself onto my mouth, and I set to work as soon as my tongue can reach her.

  Riley has to be the most delicious person I’ve ever tasted. She’s sweet, heavy chocolate drizzling sticky salted caramel all over my lips, and I can’t help but moan. The flavor’s a little overwhelming, but in the best way. I can’t get enough. I plunge my tongue deeper, forgetting about trying to please her, focusing on drawing out as much of her wetness as I can.

  I don’t have long to be greedy. Riley rises off my mouth, and I can only whine as she hovers over me. The cuffs behind my back won’t let me do much else. “Hold your horses, sunshine,” she grins, brushing some loose, springy curls back from my forehead. “Go slow. Do it right.”

  I have to snicker at ‘sunshine’, but it’s cute, so I let the irony slide. I lick my lips, then rasp, “I’ll go slow. Please come back?”

  Riley lowers herself again, and this time, I don’t go straight for her entrance. I cover her in flat, broad licks, still savoring her flavor, but trying not to be obvious about it. Riley rewards me by pushing harder against my face, letting me feel and taste more of her heat. I can practically feel her heartbeat in my mouth and she’s all I can smell as her soft golden hairs tickle my nose.

  “Suck me, Izzy,” Riley says, and I latch onto her clit, drawing the stiff bud into my mouth. It’s already thick and swollen inside its hood, and I run my tongue around and around, feeling it twitch with each circle. “So good,” Riley grunts, rocking her hips forward. The pressure puts a bit of a crick in my neck, but I don’t care. She’s moving with purpose, riding my face, and I suck her almost feverishly, making slurping sounds in my effort to draw her as deep as possible into my mouth.