Soviet Fluffy Tails: The Laborer Pt. 4

>Holly's school starts up again, leaving you alone at home for much of the day

>The weekend comes and goes, and you hear nothing from Silmeria. Perhaps she's over her infatuation with you

>You're almost relieved. The thought of being pheromone-marked as someone's private sex toy didn't appeal to you very much, and you'd been wracking your brain for a way to tell her that without angering her

>Still, Silmeria had been kinder to you than you'd believed kitsune were capable of, and she got on well with Holly...

>You abandon that train of thought. She's just a typically insatiable kitsune who's realized that she'll catch more bees with honey than with high impact sexual violence

>Your internal debate is interrupted by a knock on the door

>Holly isn't due home for several hours, and for once you're not behind on your bills. Your heart flutters a bit as you consider who it might be

>Bracing yourself, you ease the door open

>Silmeria stands on your porch, peaking at you from behind an overstuffed bag of groceries

>She has a greatcoat on, rather odd given how well kitsune handle the cold.

>As you let her in, she breezes past the coatrack and straight through the living room into the kitchen

>You trail behind her, apprehension building in your gut

>She drops the bag on the table and turns to face you, leaning against its edge, a slight smile playing on her lips

>"Miss me?"

 

>In truth, you'd started to hope this was going to all go away so you could get back to your hand to mouth lifestyle, but you can't say that to her face

>You start formulating an inoffensive response, but she starts speaking again before you can finish

>"Listen, I've been thinking..."

>She locks her gaze with yours; you notice her eyes seem a bit unfocused, her breathing a bit ragged

>"We can wait. You don't have to bind yourself to me right away. I won't force you"

>You release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, your worries evaporating

>"Can we continue with the way things are? Please?"

>You tell her that as long as she understands her boundaries then you see no reason not to

>"Good"

>She stands up off the table and drops her coat to the floor. She's entirely naked underneath, her labia glistens with arousal from the filthy thrill of walking the streets in such dangerous attire

>"If I wait any longer I think I might burst"

>A raw, carnal scent assails your nose and sets your desire on fire. The scent of a kitsune in heat.

>She moves to the wide window overlooking the courtyard and leans against it, spreading her legs wide, offering you free access to her eager snatch

>There generally isn't anyone out at this time of day, but that doesn't completely rule out the possibility of someone showing up and seeing you

>Your pheromone-stoked libido, of course, doesn't give a damn about that

>You drop your pants and grab her hips, slowly running your erection against her quivering quim

>"Don't tease, take me. Cum wherever you want, but TAKE ME"

>Eager to oblige, your plunge into her silken folds, eliciting an incoherent amalgam of moans, bawdy words of encouragement, and declarations of how she adores this position

>Her mating frenzied body senses your intrusion and further floods her sopping love canal with lubricant that rolls messily down her legs as you piston in and out of her

 

>She hooks her tail around your neck affectionately. The soft fur, thick with the distinctive lust-igniting smell that kitsune produce when in heat, tickles your face and blots out any worries you have of someone outside the window seeing you

>You remember the reaction stroking her fur against the grain got during your first kiss and wrap your fingers around her caudal appendage

>Gripping lightly, you slowly run your hand down her tail's length, stopping when you reach the frizzy patch on her back where the tail meets the base of her spine

>As before, a shiver of delight runs through her body. Her arms give way, pressing her face and breasts against the cold glass of the window. The feeling of the icy crystal against her nipples serves only to arouse her further; she stands up on her tiptoes as pleasure overwhelms her conscious muscle control

>The subtle change in posture changes the angle your cock has on her twitching, drooling womanhood, and as you resume your thrusts you can feel yourself stretching and battering her vaginal walls

>Silmeria grits her teeth, forcing herself not to scream. Instead she manages to croak out one word

>"Harder"

>You intensify your machinations to an almost savage degree of force and speed, the point where you are united with her making obscene noises that make Silmeria's ears twitch

>Her knees shake as her overworked leg muscles demand rest, making the violent rattling of the window in its frame louder and finally bringing it to your attention

>The still-rational part of your mind realizes that you should end this sooner, rather than later, before you shake the damn thing to pieces

>You reach around and slide your hand down her belly until you find her swollen clit. You frantically stroke at it, rubbing your fingers in small circles

>This proves to be the final straw for Silmeria, who arches her back and cries out as she sprays out her climax

 

>You clamp your hand over her mouth to silence her as you withdraw and rest your dick in between the tanned globes of her ass, thick spurts of alabaster cream covering her back

>She sucks on your finger as her orgasm fades and you finish covering her with your seed

>She sinks down to her knees, leaving a pattern of fog on the window that roughly matches the outline of her hands and breasts

>Panting, she mumbles something about it being a waste and exhaustedly runs her hand over her semen-covered back

>Her palm comes back smeared with your cum; she brings it up to her face and takes a deep breath through her nose, savoring your scent. She darts her tongue out of her mouth and slowly drags it through the sticky mess

>You leave her to her obscene snack and make your way to the bathroom.

>You set a hot shower running and set a pair of towels out next to the stall

>When you return to the kitchen you find that Silmeria has pulled herself out of her blissful stupor and is waiting expectantly for you

>You take her by the hand and lead her back to the bathroom. She smiles as she realizes what you have in mind

>You hold the shower stall's door open for her like a gentleman and sidle in behind her as she enters

>The stall is rather cramped with two people in it, but Silmeria seems to like being near you even when you're not having sex

>You scrub her back with a soapy washcloth, and the soft sigh of contentment you hear from her compels you to keep washing long after she's completely clean

>Eventually she turns around and insists on giving you the same treatment, in spite of the fact that you're quite clean

>Once she's satisfied with her work, she sets about washing her tail, drizzling it with almost the entire bottle of shampoo

>You're a bit annoyed by that, but you don't want to seem stingy, and you remember how much pride kitsune take in their tails

>Silmeria guides your hands over her soapy fur and you find yourself enjoying helping her wash

>Once she rinses the suds out of her tail you reach past her to turn the water off, but she stops you by wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you down into a hug

>Just a hug. No groping, no lascivious demands for seconds, no sexual advances at all. Just a simple show of affection

>You hug her back, and for a few moments you simply enjoy each other's embrace and the warm water running over you

 

>One moment too many as it happens

>Your extended shower drains the last of the hot water from the tank, and Silmeria unleashes a string of invectives that could make a sailor blush as a wave of frigid water washes over the both of you

>You both scramble for the door, tripping each other up and landing in a heap on the floor mat

>You reach up to the counter and pull both of the towels down to you, wrapping yours around you like a blanket before standing up to dry off

>Silmeria shivers, the combination of the cold water on her skin and the cold air of your apartment too much even for her.

>She wipes most of her body dry, but her tail is still dripping by the time her towel has become too wet to be of any use.

>You fetch her another, and she nods appreciatively and proceeds to wring her tail as dry as she can

>There's a tin of compressed tea in the kitchen. You leave her to her work and prepare two mugs worth

>You set them down on the table in front of the hearth and wait for your lover to finish toweling off

>She comes to join you a few minutes later, still nude, and asks if you'd mind getting a fire going. She's freezing and she discovered en route that her greatcoat is intolerably itchy without an undershirt to protect her skin

>You shrug and start rummaging through the drawers in the table for matches. In short order you have a few logs of hardwood crackling away pleasantly

>Silmeria sets herself down on the carpet in front of the fireplace and bristles her tail out, letting the heat of the fire rid her fur of any lingering dampness

>You grab both cups and gingerly sit down next to her. She accepts her drink gratefully and scoots closer to you, resting her head on your shoulder

>Not for the first time, you find yourself wondering if she's not a human in an elaborate disguise. You know from a lifetime of experience that all you can typically expect from kitsune is to be raped ragged and left in a puddle of assorted fluids, yet this one seems to genuinely enjoy your company.

>Deciding that her tail is dry enough, Silmeria brings it around to rest in her lap and starts grooming herself, running her fingers through the soft fur, smoothing and straightening it

>She looks rather cute as she fusses over herself, and the sight brings a smile to your lips.

>Today's been a good day. Fresh groceries, a good lay, and despite it's expense, the decision to light a fire means that the apartment will be nice and warm when Holly gets home...

>Shit. Holly's going to be home soon and you've got a naked kitsune sitting in the living room and a sticky post-coital mess all over the kitchen floor

>As if on queue, you hear rattling from the front door as someone jockeys with your fickle lock

 

>You look over at Silmeria. She looks back. You both bolt upright.

>You hurry into the kitchen and run a rag through the puddle in front of the window

>You open the cabinet under the sink and toss it as far back as you can, trusting the smell of cleaning compounds to cover it up

>The door swings open and you hear Holly call out to see if you're home. You head toward the door to hopefully deflect her away from the kitchen. The place still smells faintly of sex

>As you pass through the living room you spot Silmeria coming out of your room, wearing one of your sweaters. The garment is far too large for her small frame, hanging a few inches above her knees like a dress

>However, it lacks any holes or slits to accommodate her tail, and despite her best efforts to keep it tucked out of the way, it comes dangerously close to lifting the back of the sweater up and exposing her

>You frantically gesticulate at her to put some pants on as Holly struggles to force her bookbag to fit in the overstuffed hall closet; she makes a few gestures around her hips in response that indicate your trousers were too big for her

>Any further pantomime is preempted by Holly slamming the closet shut before her bag can tumble out

>You both face her and try to act natural as she comes in to greet you

>Holly hugs you and you tussle her hair as she leans against you, playfully testing her strength

>Silmeria eases up next to you, eagerly awaiting her turn

>Holly releases her grip on you and turns to Silmeria, who quickly bends down to hug her

>Silmeria's tail starts wagging, and you get a good look at her ass as the sweater slides up her back

>Eager to pry the two apart before Silmeria accidentally destroys your sister's innocence, you encourage Holly to pick out a radio station while you fix her a snack

 

>Silmeria waits until Holly's back is turned, then quickly pulls the sweater back down and seats herself on the couch

>The only way for her to sit and keep her makeshift dress down where it belongs is to sit on her tail and let it trail down between her legs

>Holly turns to face her after tuning the radio to a children's adventure show and gives her a funny look

>"Isn't it uncomfortable sitting like that?"

>Silmeria assures her that it isn't and changes the subject to how Holly's day at school was

>Satisfied that Silmeria has the situation in hand, you return to kitchen and examine the contents of the grocery bag

>You find a sack of roasted peanuts, transfer a few handfuls to a bowl, and return to the living room

>You sit down next to Silmeria as Holly recounts how embarrassing it when her teacher praised her work ethic in front of the whole class

>As the conversation goes on, you notice Silmeria shifting and fidgeting uncomfortably, and she's visibly relieved when Holly announces that she'd like to lay down and take a nap

>As soon as the bedroom door closes, Silmeria stands up off the couch and groans that her tail has gone completely numb

>You chuckle and pat her on the back, praising her resilience

>Silmeria retrieves her coat and drapes it over her shoulders

>"I'd like to hang around a bit longer,  but I'm afraid I didn't bring a proper outfit with me"

>She blushes and puts her hand to her cheek

>"I can't believe I actually walked all the way here dressed like that"

>You smirk and call her a pervert

>She brushes off your teasing and kisses you on the cheek

>You escort her to the door. As she descends to the street she bumps into one of your neighbors coming up the steps.

>She apologizes, but they shoot her a venomous look nonetheless as she hurries on

>With Holly asleep, you tuck the groceries away in the pantry and take the rag out from under the sink and toss it in the laundry

>Deciding that there isn't anything that needs doing that won't keep, you decide to take a nap yourself

>You stretch out on the couch, humming tunelessly to yourself, surprising yourself with what a good mood you're in.

 

Links to other chapters

Ch1 http://pastebin.com/ZQRTwSWx

Ch2 http://pastebin.com/Cgz1LmUR

Ch3 http://pastebin.com/Wv6VRndr

Ch5 http://pastebin.com/SAYshD8G