Wolf's Stories
Scylla and Charibdes (pg.4)
Sulis began to lose herself in the steady back and forth motion, sucking the shaft into her muzzle, and then pulling back off of it, feeling it's weight and warmth sliding over her tongue. She closed her eyes, and rested her hands on his thighs, feeling his muscles tensing in time to her sucking, as he not-quite thrust into her muzzle. She pressed forward, her nose-pad against his belly, his warm, thick scent filling her nostrils. Sulis lost herself for a moment in that heady, masculine smell. Visions of that massive, beautiful body pressing her down into clean sheets. Large, strong hands running over her own, smaller, more lithe form as that huge, hard shaft plunged into her tight, warm wetness...
Sulis' reverie was broken by Sageth's warning snarl. She snapped back to reality, somewhat confused , and pulled off of the deamon's shaft, blinking, as conflicting signals collided in her mind. "What was I thinki..." she got no further, as the incubus let out a loud groan, his body arching and trembling. Sulis looked down just in time to catch the brunt of the tiger's orgasm, a thick stream of cum spurting from his cock. It caught her directly on the muzzle, splattering down the side of her nose and across her cheek, startling her into shocked immobility, until she realized she was losing what she had worked so hard for. She clamped her mouth down around Sageth's erection, sucking it into her muzzle, drinking his semen, vaguley appalled that she could have lost any of the precious magikal energy it would provide her.
It was a few more moments before she realized that Sageth seemed to be able to provide far more than she could consume, the thick, heavy spurts filling her muzzle faster than she could swallow, the precious liquid running down her chin, spattering her chest and breasts and belly. Finally though, the torrent tapered off, and Sulis, unable to drink further, rested her head against the deamon's thigh. She rested there for a while, trying to sort out her thoughs. Why had she fanatsized about Sageth?! Of all the people she knew or had ever know, why had she chosen the deamon who she was indentured to? The last thing she needed was for him to have this to hold over her head, on top of everything else!
Pushing herself away, she wiped at her face and chest, trying vaguely to clean herself off . "I take it you enjoyed yourself Sageth." she murmured.
Sageth made a noise that was half agreement, and half purr "Quite, my dear, quite! You are by far one of the most skilled and lovely females I have encountered in several hundred years. I hope the experience was not entirely unpleasent for you, kitten."
Sulis stood and shook her head "I have had far worse. Now if you will excuse me, I will go wash up, master. If you please."
The deamon nodded, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. "As you will. I would suggest a nice warm bath, and then a nap, to take time to. . . digest everything."
Sulis' stride faltered only just a little at Sageth's words. She turned and nodded to her mentor, and padded off to the bathroom, to soak, and to try and settle the turmoil in her head, and between her thighs.