Wolf's Stories

Scylla and Charibdes (pg.3)

Sulis shrugged out of her robe, and knelt in front of the tiger "I have done this innumerable times before, and never enjoyed it, Sageth. There is little reason this time should be different." She ran her paws over the front of the tiger's trousers, feeling him slowly swelling under her touch. Sulis unfastened the closures of his trousers, and pulled them down, noting with a slight, mental smirk that he wasn't wearing underclothes. Sageth stroked her head, running his fingers through her hair, and she fought desperately to conceal the shiver that ran down her back. Sageth shrugged out of his top-coat, and stepped out of his trousers. Sulis had never seen the demon quite this close, or from quite this angle before. Amber eyes watched her from above a surprisingly gentle smile, as she looked up the muscular, black and white striped expanse of his body.

" Gods, he's beautiful." she thought, and then mentally slapped the idea down. "As he keeps saying, he was built that way." She bit her lower lip, eyeing the tiger's heavy sheath and balls. Tentatively, she leaned forward and nuzzled his belly, just above the tip of the velvet-furred sheath. To her surprise, the demon purred softly. She smiled, ever so slightly, and nuzzled lower, rubbing the tip of her muzzle over the end of Sageth's sheath, which elicited a soft growl. His scent was warm, and musky, and not unpleasant. Sulis gave herself a mental poke "Just get this over with, girl!" she stroked a paw up the inside of Sageth's thigh, and gently cupped his sac, massaging it lightly with her thumb as she nosed against the length of his sheath, feeling him stiffening within. His hands stroked over her shoulders, and the backs of her ears, fingers running through her hair.

Sulis watched, with somewhat perverse fascination, as the incubus' shaft slid from its sheath. Like the rest of him, it was large, black, and perfectly sculpted, the glans large and smoothly rounded, the shaft ridged and rippled . She stared for a few moments, watching the demon's black shaft bobbing gently with his breath and pulse, and then leaned forward and ran her tongue over it's tip. Sageth rumbled, his eyes fluttering closed. Sulis ran her tongue over the tip of the deamon's shaft again, and then lowered her muzzle, taking about half of the long, heavy member into her mouth. She suckled, running her tongue along the underside of the tiger's thickness, acclimating herself to the taste and feel of it in her mouth. Bobbing and rocking her head, Sulis slowly worked her way down Sageth's long black erection, until the tip was at the back of her mouth. Several inches still remained beyond the end of her muzzle. Taking several deep breaths, she pushed forward, swallowing the deamon's cock, forcing it gently into the constriction of her throat.

Sageth growled loudly in pleasure, tilting his head back as his body arched slightly. Sulis couldn't help a small twinge of pride. Sex was one of the few things she was really truly skilled at, and though she had not much enjoyed the training, or the use of her that had given her the skill, she did take some pleasure in her skill in the so-called "Art of Love".

The she-cheetah pulled back , and admired her handiwork, the now steely-hard ebony cock that glistened bobbing before her. She reached up and stroked it a few times with a velvet paw, listening to the sounds of pleasure her touch elicited. "Gods, I bet I could still learn a trick or two from him, though." she mused to herself "Two-thousand years of sex; the things he must have done!" she lowered her head again, taking him once-more into her mouth, and began to stroke slowly, rocking back and forth.