It was hot and cruel out there. The sand still seemed to be stuck to my skin, the adrenalin of the fight long gone, sunken away into the flickers of dreams I had while I drifted in and out of consciousness. It wasn't worth it was it, had I won? I'd fought too hard, fought too long, must have been ready for it, but why did I feel the sheets that I felt under me. Distantly I heard an air conditioner humming, the usual ruckus of a house and there was her voice.
I felt so weak, and for some reason I could swear I felt fur rubbing against my thighs, waves of distant pleasure flickered through my brain; but only on occasion...But soon enough it stopped, apparently I was being viewed as unworthy of the attention now. Though I know not what was happening, it was definitely a female, but the fur? Why did I feel fur when I felt her rub against me. Hallucinations. I must have been hallucinating.
What time was it? What day of the week, how long have I been like this...
I know my energy was still low, but if I could just get up and stay up long enough to look around for a clock. My muscles feel soo unfamiliar as I move to prop myself on my elbows. 'Click.' Something; the door! The motion of her head canting is the first thing that grabs my attention, my eyes following the ears to the fur of black and white, swirling patterns down her face and along her barely clad body. Oh my god, barely clad body.
"What...who are you?"
She just cocked her head and spoke something in English, I just barely understood that she asked me if my body was whole? Language barriers, ugh.
I tried to stand, feeling so vulnerable on my back, so weak like that but as soon as I made the attempt my knees seemed to liquefy under me, furred hands and charatuese eyes caught me and settled me back into her bed. I lay there, settled into her lap with a rich, thick smell of musk on my senses, a cool rag mopping the sweat from my brow. Then she moved, leaving me there in my confusion to stare at the door she left out of so swiftly. The grace of a fox if only she weren't a skunk.
I listen for her, my mind drifting to the softness of the pillow under me as I took in the room. There lay magazines, an old computer open to what looked like a fan site labeled "SkunkWorks," and in the corner a cage. Cold metal, shackles and a muffler, or a muzzle or...whatever it was, one of those things you'd use to quiet people in the throes of all lust. I swallowed hard, shaking my head and turning my attention to the skunkish female that strutted into the room holding a tray out to me, kind of shoving it towards me and pointing to her mouth saying, "Eat, it's food." That I understood.
Ravished I took the tray from her as gently as I could without ripping it from her hands and shoveling it all down my throat. Obviously this was a gesture of peace, this little offering of sustenance. I just ate, my mind consuming the food along with my mouth, my whole being concentrated on the nutrition I was taking in. I didn't even notice her for the few minutes I ate but by the time I laid the tray down aside the bed, she had stripped. Standing there in all her grace with a mischievous look across her muzzle, coming closer until she'd straddled my hips, gently pushing my shoulders back against the bed.
Hesitating, giving her a slight push until she started cooing for me that it as alright. At least I thought that's what she was saying. But I didn't really have much reaction time before her muzzle rubbed against my face, her tongue flicking out across the ridge of my ear, her clawed and padded paw like hands spread across my chest. Attention enough to drive the heat down in to my loins to reach the temperature I already felt from hers that drove against me already.
"My name is Natasha," And she thrust against me where she'd positioned herself, driving herself onto my organ with a little animalistic sound. It seemed an eternity of lust filled me as she moved. My hands on her thighs felt as she pumped herself against me, rode me like she would be put to death the next day and this was the last time she could prove herself to anyone. It built, driving noises from both of us until I released into her as her vaginal muscles clamped around me.
My breath was lost, her huffing slowing as mine did and her claws stopping their digging into my shoulders where she'd clung.
"Please, let me stay with you,until I fully mend." My heart was hers, she'd hear it in my voice.
"Oh, you have yet to meet my sisters..." She smiled.
The End?
Yared is © 狼 Natasha//Sunkworks is © James hardiman
Received on Mon Nov 30 2009 - 17:25:06 CST