Fur and Fangs Box Set

by Rae D. Magdon

  “Nothing to be done about that now. But I can fuck you so good that their ribbing’ll seem worth it.”

  Izzy kisses me. I know it’s partly imagination, but her mouth makes the lingering taste on my tongue seem stronger. Despite the distraction of her lips, and it’s a mighty overwhelming distraction, I take the stairs two at a time. It’s like Elyse said. We’re both thirsty as hell for each other, and I won’t wait a moment longer than I have to.

  I just about break down the door to Izzy’s apartment in my hurry to get us inside. Even though the couch is tempting, I walk us to the bedroom before Izzy finishes untucking my shirt. My hair ends up mussed, and I almost get my head stuck in my sweater vest.

  “Off,” Izzy says, tugging impatiently at my clothes.

  I have to pause to undo my bowtie, but eventually I manage to get it off, along with my vest and shirt. After some hesitation, I decide to keep my binder on. Izzy doesn’t seem to mind. She licks her lips with approval, and it seems to me that the current view is more than enough for her.

  Stripping by myself is no fun, though. I wanna see the skin I could only feel before. I toss Izzy on the bed and drop to my knees, hitching up her dress and taking her panties down with me. A wave of her scent hits my nose, and it’s utterly divine. I’m drawn forward like a moth to a porch light. Before I know it, my mouth is on her pussy and my hands are kneading her rear.

  Damn, that ass. I’ve always appreciated curvy girls, but Izzy’s thicker than a snicker, with hips and thighs to spare. My only regret is that while I’m eating her out with my hands on her backside, I can’t touch her tits too. Later, I promise myself. I’ll play with them as much as I want, but only after I’ve made her come so hard, she really does forget everything but my name.

  Soon Izzy’s yelping and pulling my hair, both heels digging into my back. The first rush of sweetness hits my tongue, dripping down my chin, but stopping is the last thing on my mind. I suck as much of her quivering flesh as I can fit in my mouth, swirling my tongue everywhere. There isn’t much technique in it, but Izzy doesn’t care. I must’ve really worked her up on the rooftop, because she comes hard, spilling everything she’s got and staining my cheeks.

  I keep going as long as possible. Her pulses are rhythmic and deep, so when they start to fade, I fuck her with my tongue, sliding in and out until my jaw aches. She squeals and clenches around me, but I keep groping her ass, holding her firm against my face. The extra bit of pressure makes her clit twitch, and more of her juices smear around my mouth.

  Only a mumbled, “Stop,” and a gentle push on top of my head convinces me to pull away. Izzy flops on the mattress, completely overstimulated. Her pupils are dilated, and if she wasn’t a vampire, I know she’d be sweating up a storm. She smiles at me, fangs fully extended.

  “Too much for ya?” I tease, raking my nails up her legs.

  She hisses and narrows her eyes. “Get your cock.”

  I hop to my feet and hurry over to my bag, only a little unsteady on my legs. Devouring Izzy has left me dizzy, too. I throw aside a few pairs of boxers until I find what I’m looking for—my strap-on, sitting on top of the plastic baggie with my toiletries. I shuck my pants and underwear, losing a sock in the process. Izzy laughs while I toe out of the other, and I glare at her. “I said I’d fuck you silly, not put on a strip show for ya.”

  Izzy winks. “I’ll have to make a more specific birthday wish next year.”

  “Oh, you were plenty specific.”

  While I position the cup-shaped end of the toy over my privates, Izzy removes her dress. I’m a little jealous I didn’t get the chance to do it myself, but I forgive her when she finishes peeling it off and smirks at me, looking more wolfish than I do on the full moon. “Was I?”

  “Yep. You sure were.”

  I grunt as the cock merges with my flesh. The enchanted shaft acts like an extension of my clit, and even though I should be used to it, I still feel a sense of wonder as I pump my hand. It’s the best gift anyone’s ever gotten me, and I’ll take Izzy with it as many times as she wants, however she wants, as my way of saying thank you.

  Izzy crooks her finger, beckoning me. “Come here.”

  With a growl, I leap onto the bed, straddling her stomach and pinning her wrists with my hands. Even though I’ve seen her deadlift a two-ton SUV, Izzy doesn’t fight me. Her attempts at resistance are token at best, a slight flexing of her arms. She looks up at me, and the trusting sort of helplessness written on her face sets my heart aflutter.

  “Love you,” I say, bending down to kiss her nose.

  She giggles. “Love you, too.”

  That’s when I realize the tip of my cock is resting just beneath Izzy’s breasts. It throbs as I straighten up to admire the visual. Izzy’s tits are big and soft, with thick brown nipples and wide, dark areolas. My hands are drawn to them like magnets, and soon I’m massaging them just like I did her ass. Honestly, I don’t know how I manage to keep from fondling them all the time, even while we’re in public. Lucky for me, no one’s here, so I can touch as much as I want.

  “Riley, baby? Are you going to fuck them, or just play with them?”

  Fuck them? There are plenty of things I want to do to and for Izzy’s beautiful body, but for some reason, that thought hasn’t crossed my mind before. Once she says it, though, the idea sets me on fire. Suddenly, I want nothing more than to watch my shaft slide between her breasts. I squeeze them together and scoot forward, nudging my cock through the channel I’ve created.

  The visual is so stunning that I just about swallow my tongue. Izzy’s tits overflow from my hands, with my length resting between them. They’re warm and smooth around me, and I twitch with need. It doesn’t feel as good as being inside her, because there isn’t any wetness, but seeing the tip of my cock poke out from between the tops of her breasts almost makes up for that.

  Izzy’s staring too, and the smile on her face tells me she appreciates the view as well. “There’s sunscreen on the nightstand,” she says, and I gasp with delight when I realize what she’s suggesting. I let go of her breasts—a monumental sacrifice—long enough to lean toward the large pump bottle sitting on the nightstand. Thank goodness my girl’s a vampire, or we might not’ve been so prepared.

  Once I’ve filled my hands with a generous portion of sunscreen, I go straight back to her breasts, slathering them in the lotion with special attention to her nipples. Izzy squeaks when I twist them, so I do it again and again, until she starts chewing her lip and wiggling beneath me. I’ve always been curious whether I could make her come just from playing with her tits. Maybe tonight’s a good time to test that theory.

  Izzy isn’t the only one enjoying herself. Massaging her breasts has me even more hot and bothered than before. Once they’re nice and slippery, I slide between them again. The difference is incredible. It’s more like gliding than grinding, and the slickness makes her tits feel even softer. I squeeze them together and start thrusting, gritting my teeth against a groan.

  When Izzy bends forward to flick her tongue against the tip of my cock, I almost lose it. She smirks up at me, all innocent and sweet, and if my hands weren’t glued to those fantastic tits of hers, I’d grab her hair, push right past those plump, juicy lips, and ruin her makeup. But I can’t bear to let her breasts go. They’re so full and round and pliable, and before I know it, I’m fucking them faster.

  I have to loosen my grip a little as my nails sharpen into claws, because I don’t want to scratch Izzy too deep, but giving myself permission to go feral is a relief. I exhale a shaky sigh, but it becomes a grunt as Izzy catches my cockhead again and starts sucking. She pulls an unpleasant face, and I immediately stop what I’m doing until she lets my shaft fall out and laughs.

  “Sunscreen,” she explains, smacking her lips around her tongue. She starts up again anyway, swirling over my slit as though searching for my flavor.

  I’m more than willing to let her have it. My cock leaks as I slide between her breasts, and my brea
thing gets heavier each time she teases the head with her little kitten licks. It’s hard to choose what’s better—the slippery swells of her tits pressing around my shaft, or the heat of her tongue darting against me.

  As much as I’m enjoying myself, I can’t last long. I try to distract myself by tweaking her nipples, savoring the needy noises she makes. I even push her breasts up and in so my cock brushes against them when I thrust through her cleavage. But her tits and mouth are too much for me, and Izzy makes it even more unfair by untangling one of her hands from the sheets, sliding it between my legs to give my balls a gentle squeeze.

  I’m a goner. I come with a strangled shout, shooting everything I’ve got. Izzy gives the tip of my cock a few firm sucks, swallowing greedily, then lets it fall out, so I’ll keep coming on her tits. Watching myself spill all over her chest drives me wild. I’ve got the crazy feeling she planned this. Somehow, she figured out that coming on her breasts would push my buttons before I had the slightest clue. Being the simple country werewolf I am, I hadn’t even thought of asking permission to do something that dirty.

  What did I do to deserve someone with a body straight from heaven and such a wicked mind? I empty with a few final spurts, making sure to cover the straining buds of Izzy’s nipples. A few pearly droplets cling to them, and without thinking about it, I scoop one up with my thumb and slide it into her mouth. To my shock, Izzy goes rigid beneath me, arching off the mattress with a muffled moan. Her fangs pierce the tender flesh between my thumb and forefinger, and as she starts to draw, I realize she’s coming. Apparently, she can have an orgasm if I mess with her tits for long enough.

  She doesn’t drink or come for long, but there’s no mistaking what happened. When she unlatches from my hand and gives me a sheepish smile, I can’t help puffing up with pride. “You might’ve enjoyed that more than I did,” I say, bopping her nose with my thumb.

  “Stop bragging and fuck me.” She gives my balls another squeeze, and my shaft, which has finally gone soft, starts to stir again. Although my inconsistent bouts of dysphoria can be uncomfortable—to put it mildly—I have to admit, having an enchanted, not-so-permanent dick comes with some advantages. One of them is that I’m always up for round two.

  I scoot down, lining my body up with Izzy’s. Her breasts are absolutely beautiful, and I wanna kiss them all over—so I do for a little bit, sucking her nipples until they’re even slicker and puffier than before—but it’s not enough. I’ve been neglecting her ass, and it’s just as gorgeous and deserving of attention.

  “Get ready for it,” I growl, taking hold of Izzy’s hips and flipping her over. “I’m gonna give you the best birthday sex you’ve ever had.”

  Izzy lifts her rear and spreads her thighs, giving me an enticing target. Her pussy is dark and swollen, even wetter than before. There are strings of arousal dripping all the way down to her knees. When I position my cock against her opening, her muscles practically pull me inside. In spite of how ready she is, she’s still unbelievably tight. My eyes roll back in my head, and my hips stutter as her velvet walls clamp down, pulsing hot around me.

  I fuck her fast and sloppy, desperate to get deep inside. Even when my cock hits the end of her channel and my pelvis can’t push any further into the perfect round cushion of her ass, I keep trying. My heart hammers in my chest, sending blood rushing through my ears. It sounds like Izzy. Izzy. Izzy. Mine. Mine. Mine.

  “Riley, yes!” Izzy shoves her fingers between her thighs, rubbing frantically over her clit.

  I seize her wrist and yank her hand away. “Nuh-uh. My job.” I take over stroking her, but that means I can’t hold onto her hips with both hands or give any attention to her beautiful backside. Soon I’m back to kneading Izzy’s rear, and she reaches for her clit again, rushing toward orgasm way too fast. If she comes early, I know I will too.

  It takes my fuzzy brain a while to figure out a solution, but when I scan the room, I catch sight of my belt. It’s still threaded through my pants, which are in a crumpled heap next to the bed. Pulling out of Izzy is practically torture, but I manage to withdraw for the split second it takes to bend over and grab the belt.

  Before Izzy can whine in complaint, I double the belt over and drag it straight through her pussy. She hisses at the texture of leather, and when she arches up for more, I give the back of her thigh a light tap. It’s not hard enough to sting, let alone leave any sort of mark, but from the blissed-out noises Izzy makes, I could’ve been fucking her again.

  Even though her body is signaling yes, and we’ve done this before, I check in just to be sure. “You ready for your birthday spanking, sunshine?”

  She nods, wiggling her rear in anticipation.

  “Don’t touch your clit, or this goes around your arms,” I warn her. “You hear me?”

  “Yesss,” Izzy hisses, casting a pleading look over her shoulder. Her adorable pout is too much for me to resist, so I shove back in, picking up right where I left off. I need one hand to hold the belt, which means one less hand to stroke her backside, but I do get the pleasure of watching her ass jump when I snap the belt against it. My strikes are gentle, barely blows at all. Only enough, I hope, to give her cheeks a pleasant glow.

  I regret my creative choices when Izzy starts clenching. Each time I give her one of my love taps, she squeezes, milking me so hard that I can barely move. I bend over her back, leaving bite marks up and down her spine, just because I need to hold some of her sweet flesh in my mouth. She mewls while I pant for breath, struggling to fight off my peak. As much as I’m enjoying this, it’s supposed to be for her.

  “You like that, huh, babygirl? Getting fucked silly while I take my belt to this fine ass of yours?”

  Izzy’s right-hand creeps toward her clit again, a deliberate motion I’m sure. She’s barely even trying to be sneaky about it. Just like I promised, I snatch her wrist and haul both her arms behind her back, winding the belt around them.

  It’s not a tight method of restraint. Izzy could tear through the leather like tissue paper, or even just wiggle free. But she doesn’t. She falls forward without her hands to support her, releasing a muffled scream into the mattress. A spike of desire stabs through me. “Warned you not to touch, didn’t I? That’s my job.”

  “P…puh…”

  I resist my instincts, which are shouting for me to thrust, and stay still. “What’s that, sunshine?”

  “Please!”

  I could make Izzy wait for being disobedient, but I don’t have the patience, and I can tell she doesn’t either. With her arms bound, she’s already close to coming. The promise of her warm, tight walls pulsing around me is more than enough to get my hips churning again, especially when Izzy moans, coaxing me to settle into a fast, selfish pace.

  Since I don’t need to hold the belt anymore, I grab her ass with both hands, massaging her cheeks. They’re hot to the touch, much hotter than her cool skin usually feels. For some reason, that makes me proud. I’m tickled pink that Izzy trusts me enough to make herself vulnerable like this. Her trust has been abused in the past, so I’m honored she chose me. Honored and lucky.

  “Lucky,” I mumble, without really thinking about it.

  Izzy makes a confused noise. “Huh?”

  “Nothin’.” I stop groping her rear long enough to give it a reassuring pat. I don’t have the words to explain now. The pressure pounding along my length is unbearable, and Izzy’s insides are already twitching with the start of an orgasm. I keep my word, rubbing three fingers directly over her clit until she tosses her head and lets out a sharp cry.

  Izzy comes first, just like I planned. Her wails could rival a banshee’s, and they’re so loud I’m pretty sure the whole building can hear. It’s embarrassing, but that thought, combined with Izzy’s clenching muscles, pulls me over the edge. I can’t help it. It ain’t polite or proper, but I like the thought of other folks, even a bunch of strangers, knowing that Izzy’s mine—and very well-satisfied, too. She’s told me more than once that no one
else makes her feel as good as I do. When she comes this hard, I gotta believe it.

  It’s hard to concentrate in the middle of my climax, but I do my best to commit the moment to memory. I stare at Izzy’s graceful arms, straining helplessly against my belt—helpless by choice, which somehow makes it hotter. I stare at her ass, which flexes in my hands each time she squeezes down. I stare at her pussy lips, stretched and pouting open to hold me. With all that beauty sitting right in front of me, laid out for me to enjoy, I can’t help but pump everything I have inside her.

  I could do this forever. Come inside her forever. Make her come a hundred thousand times and never get bored.

  That word, forever, is something folks use frivolously. Most of the time, they don’t mean nothing by it. But I mean it. I believe in it, and not just in a sex way. I could also talk with Izzy forever. I could look into her eyes forever. I could walk in the park with her forever and watch movies with her forever. Even future movies from 2246 or some ridiculous year like that.

  I could have that with her, if I wanted. We could have forever.

  Exhaustion sneaks up on me, and I finish with a few shallow thrusts, relieved to see that Izzy seems ready for a break too. She twitches weakly around my shaft, but her contractions have become ripples. She sighs in satisfaction, and I know my job is done, at least for the next couple minutes. “You okay there?” I ask as I unfasten my belt. My voice comes out hoarse, and I realize my throat is sore. “Damn, was I hollering too?”

  “What do you mean, ‘too’?” Izzy asks, glancing back at me. “Was I that loud?”

  I wink. “Like a werecougar in heat.”

  Izzy clears her throat, embarrassed. “I’m fine, by the way,” she grumbles, wiggling her shoulders before planting herself face-first on the mattress like a plank. I settle on top of her, not bothering to pull out. I can tell she doesn’t want me to, and I’m content to stay inside her.

  It takes a while, but eventually, we summon enough strength to move. There are a few long kisses after I withdraw and Izzy flips over, but we’re both smiling as we roll out of bed and put our clothes on.