Tempe O'Kun
Erik talks his jackal girlfriend into sleeping naked.
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"Never?" The golden's ears skewed in confusion. "Never ever?"
Down the hall, the dryer still droned. The apartment's ancient washing machines ran at near-Ent speed, so night had fallen in through the windows by the time they sat down to fold clothes. Their living room sat laden with hampers and thick with clean scents.
"I don't see how this is a big deal." Tess rolled her pretty eyes, ironing one of her endless clone army of dress shirts. She would have liked to iron the socks, but he kept giving her funny looks. He'd fold if pressed, but never iron. "Why would I sleep naked anyway?"
Erik sighed as he sat among the clean laundry, resisting the urge to roll in it. Even his very smart jackal girlfriend needed things explained sometimes. "Because you are incredibly hot."
Her gaze darted away. Setting down a small spritzer bottle, one tan paw rubbed above her elbow. "I don't like being naked, okay?"
"You like being naked with me." His tail swished at the thought, bouncing between sofa cushions and hamper, the latter of which smelled really good. If laundry tasted like it smelled, I'd eat it.
The jackal crossed her arms, humor touching her eyes, making them sparkle and making his tail wag harder. "I'm starting to suspect I won't get any sleep if I go to bed naked."
He placed a paw on her forearm, drifting down to her hand atop a pile of socks. In his mind, he tried to design the best automated sock folding machine that wouldn't escape and attack the neighbors for their socks. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"I'll bet you are." A step closer. Her fingers rested on his chest.
His arm drew around her. She always wore long-sleeve shirts, since her fancy fur pattern attracted creeps who offered to play connect-the-dots. Pity, since he liked her fur. He liked lots of things about her.
Those coffee eyes caught on his tail. "What are you so waggy about?"
Their noses bumped over stacks of laundry. "You."
Her voice softened as her smile widened. "Me?"
"You're pretty and you smell nice." Nuzzles occurred, all around her cheek and neck.
Dipping under his shirt, her paws swam in his fur. "You're getting kind of shaggy."
"Not to mention shaggable." His eyebrows waggled at the optimum frequency and amplitude for making her laugh.
She chuckled against his throat. "If you get much fluffier, I'll have trouble finding anything to shag."
"I'll make sure to raise a red flag for you." His hips ground against hers.
"I'm sure…"
"So I have a proposition."
She rocked in his arms, rocking his world. "Oh?"
"I'll sleep in boxers…" He peered through the fly of a pair and peered at her though the tail slit. "…if you sleep naked."
She snatched away the underpants. "Why are you so eager to see me naked?"
He stared at her, ear and eyebrow raised. "Did you seriously just ask me that? I live here to see you naked even more. I'd live in a burger joint if it meant seeing you naked. Actually, come to think of it…"
"Fine, fine. I'll do it." Her arms wrapped his shoulders, hair spilling around his ears. "You're lucky I love you."
The golden nuzzled up into her chin. The rhythm of her breath counterpointed the drone of the unbalanced dryer. "Tell me about it."
With a pleased chuckle, she curled her fingers under the hem of his shirt, lifting it from his fluffy stomach. "Let's finish this tomorrow. I think I might need my end of the bargain right now."
Rising, he found himself wagging in time with the thrum of a distant dryer as she undressed him. Their clothes fell among the hampers, unfolded amid the neat stacks, and tapering off to her undergarments at the door to their bedroom. His shirt came off last, thrown over the nightstand for interrupting their kisses. At last, with only a pair of boxers between then, they giggled into bed.
Erik loved the feel of her in his arms. Her fur flowed like moonlight over his paws, her breath stirring his fluff, her sigh of trust warming his soul. No vocabulary of breath or touch could convey her dearness, but, holding her, he knew why lyricists wrote forever. His muse spoke in tiny snuggles against him and wore a heaven of stars on her back.
Under night-draped covers, golden paws drew her near. Her leg slipped over his. Whispering kisses between her ears, he shifted his knee forward to accommodate her. Her hands, her heat dallied in his fluff. Soft breasts met his chest, curvaceous thighs around his, as the jackal penned her own lines of affection through his coat.
Their rhythm built, verse upon verse, until their bodies swayed together. Tender claws combed the fur of her tail base, inspiring soft moans. Her paws rose, cradling his ears, smoothing them like rich vellum, recording her most tender touches there. Passion arose, stretching taut his boxers' silken bounds. He kissed her hair, thumping tail setting their lyrics to a beat.
Her soaring heat pressed to his, legs entwined with his. Her hands ran through his back fur, playing a teasing melody of scritches and strokes. Lifting her muzzle to his, the golden kissed her, tongues slow dancing to this impromptu performance. Paws gripping her rump, he thrust against her, grinding smooth fabric against fur and smoother flesh.
That kissed faded, replaced by licks under his chin. The retriever tilted his head up, allowing them to play down his throat, his chest, his stomach. A cool jackal nose spread his fly. Her lips greeted his tip with kisses so deep they reached his sheath. He whined in wonder as she suckled his shaft. Jackal fingers played over that delicate organ, bunching back his sheath and playing with his balls.
Growling with delight, he lifted her legs to his head, determined to make her solo a duet. A squeak around his staff and a tail curled over her pretty slit signaled her shyness. Kissing the fluffy limb aside, he nuzzled her folds, basking in her piquant scent. Lowering his head, his tongue ran up and down her slit, tasting her wetness, dipping in here and there. A steady series of licks played across her swelling folds, hot against his tongue, sweet with her juices.
At the other end of the bed, a countermelody of soft suckles echoed through the room. Her tongue curled and swirled, each motion striking a chord of pleasure through his nervous system. Tender paws guided his sac free of his shorts.
Her prickled tail tickled his cheek, so his paws scaled her body to stroke it to ease. His tongue delved deeper, searching out her sweet spots, those secret places that yielded the best sounds from her. Whenever he found one, she'd squeak, delighted, on his cock, prompting more frantic kisses at her folds—a feedback loop of whimpers and wetness.
Fingertips slipping up the legs of his boxers, her tongue caressed the top of his cock. She eased back until her lips kissed his tip, lapping at his eagerness.
Reaching down, his paw settled on her elbow, which he traced down. Their hands clasped as they savored each one another: every lap a line, each suck a stanza. Their bodies moved in harmony: the wet syncopation of sucking, the back-beat of tails against mattress. Her clit stiffened in his mouth. His knot swelled against her lips. Their panting crescendoed.
Moans, hers and his, reverberated through the small bedroom. Gold-furred hips twitched, balls jostling in his love's rhythm. His gasp shifted registers, rising to a howl against her lick-slathered loins. With a hot rush of pleasure, a spurting staccato played on the roof of her mouth. Singing the jackal's praises into her hot folds, the retriever gripped her paw with the strength of his devotion. All the while, she worked the silk of his shorts against the naked swell of his knot, tongue delivering hot licks between sheath and cock base.
When his climax ebbed to a dribbling masculine cadence, he found himself grasping his beloved jackal to his chest. That bottlebrush tail teased his nose with pride. His paw still grasping hers, he drew her from under the tangled covers, up along the bed. Once her head lay against the pillows, his mouth and fingers saw to the comfort of her passion-slicked lips, her pert nipples, her juicy slit. His wide tongue curved over her outer labia, his wet nose spreading them so he could lap at her delicate inner lips. Inch by writhing inch, his tongue swept deeper and deeper inside her.
Tess arched, a moan wrung from her as he plumbed her depths. Her body trembled, tuned for pleasure, as her golden wove rhapsodies of rapture over swollen flesh. Her grasp tightened on his in appreciation, causing him to buried his face between her legs with even greater glee.
He took note of her every shiver. Ignoring sore chops, he sucked at her clitoris, humming with delight, both hers and his. Outside this bed he wouldn't know which end of a kazoo to put his lips on, yet between her legs he became a virtuoso.
A spike in timbre heralded her climax. Clutching muscles danced around his tongue, hips rolling to the throb of her orgasm. With strong legs clamped around his ear, he lapped at her folds, her body enthralled by his oral improv.
A gasping interlude afforded them the chance to lose themselves in each other's fur. Then, with gazes gleaming in moonlight, they rolled against the sheets as passion demanded an encore.
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Morning light crept over Erik as the realization dawned on him that the jackal he loved lay pressed against him. He nestled against the pretty jackal beside him.
Tess's breasts rose against him, as she took a deep breath of his scent. "Mmmmm."
"Morning." A kiss to her forehead.
"Morning." A soft squeeze. "What are you thinking about right now?"
A smile. "Sock machine."
"What?"
"A machine for folding socks. It might also wear socks." He rested his muzzle atop hers. "Brain's still waking up."
"The correct answer is 'I'm thinking about you, dear.'" Her paws found his chest fluff.
"But I am thinking about you—you're riding it. Naked."
"Good that I'm part of your designs."
"Always. And speaking of nudity…" His paw cradled the small of her back, fingers running through her pelt. "Was it really so bad?"
"No." Her nose and words buried in his fluff, her smile and hot breath warming his throat. "Not bad at all."
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I have no idea what the sock machine looks like. Ideas? :)
Art: @JailbirdOLD
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