Later the night - The Grove Pleasure Palace (A Love Hotel)
Relaxing behind the desk of his decently sized and messy office, an aging dark brown humped bull wearing a white-collar had his feet kicked up while sipping his brew of hot masala chai tea. The television to his left was playing one of his favorite movies, a cop drama. Just another Friday night for him.
A low beep alerted him to people coming in through the hotel entrance, a glance at his camera system revealed a group of at least three animals staggering their way clumsily down the hallway. The grayscale video feed wasn't as advanced as he'd have liked, but he could see that the guests were diminutive herbivores from the looks of things. Rabbits.
Bunch of horny rabbits?
Living up to the stereotypes I see, he humorously thought, grabbing hold of the mic and eying the lobby camera, preparing for the herbivores to ring for service. He was the front desk clerk for the night and it was his job to greet all potential clients. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate, rather he was the owner of this establishment and he just so happened to be working tonight as the greeter. Of his own volition at that.
A small and fluffy white hand slapped awkwardly onto the camera lens on the touch screen built for smaller animals. Somehow they couldn't see the big "Ring for service" button on the touch screen panel. Either they were tourists or they were drunk. The bull chuckled to himself and waited for them to figure it out. Once the small animal finally recognized the call button, a loud bell sounded in the bovine's office, which was his prompt to get into character.
"Welcome to The Grove." He said with a very exaggerated Indian inflection. "Your pleasure is our pleasure. How do you do, travelers?"
The small animals on screen jumped at the sound of his booming voice, taken aback.
"Huh? This thing talks?" One of the rabbits asked, a male likely in his thirties, was dressed rather trendy with a white button-up shirt and a snazzy blazer. His face was one of curiosity and confusion as he stared at the computer screen. "I thought these *hic* places were all *hic* aut-auto-autoerotica."
"I think you mean automated, babe." Another softer voice spoke.
"Yeah *hic* that." He said. The bunny's glossy dark eyes as seen through the feed and his slurring voice pretty much confirmed an evening of wild partying and intoxication. The others with him looked to be females, both of them giggling nonstop while the male inspected the camera trying to see what's what. Voluptuous rabbit does of different species and fur patterns, clothed in flashy colorful mini dresses and high heels and they looked to be just as drunk as he was, given how they hung on to him for support. Likely some girls he picked up from some nightclub.
"A thousand pardons." The bull politely apologized. "I am Basav, the Rajah of Love!" He gave a very hearty laugh to sell the gimmick. "Welcome to my fine palace of pleasure. What recreation or rest may I offer to you weary travelers this evening?"
The title of rajah was obviously just an act to play up to the cultural theme of his hotel which was furnished like an elegant Indian palace, a gross exaggeration of his culture to attract the city-goers to something exotic and extravagant.
Most establishments in the city were anonymous and automated just like the rabbits expected, but Basav's was more of an old relic trying to remain relevant. He had installed a more modern interface a few years back, but he still made a point of personally welcoming his guests and presenting a friendly face even if it wasn't face-to-face anymore like the true olden days.
On their end, the guests would be looking at a big view screen previewing the many different rooms available to rent on loop, while a life-sized photo cutout of him from his younger days as The Rajah stood there as a mascot, a strong bull that wore a majestic purple satin kaftan tunic and turban that supposedly had a whole harem of fine and beautiful cows at his beck and call.
That image was just fiction. He didn't even own that Indian Prince outfit anymore, it had just been a rental. Instead, nowadays he wore a plain white shirt and suspenders. The old bovine didn't even have any harem of lustful wenches fawning over him, not ever. At best he only had his loving wife of 38 years and the reality was he was just an old zebu bull who sat in some cramped and stuffy office sipping masala chai while the more youthful animals enjoyed themselves. It'd be sad if he wasn't so content with his position. He was too old to be chasing after females nowadays anyway.
The inebriated leporid playboy cycled through the touch screen previews, trying to get a good idea of what to expect. "Me and my lady friends...will take *hic* your best *hic* room, ya hear me? This thing still on?"
Basav cut his reflection short and answered the potential client. "Are you looking for hourly rest or are you planning to stay the night?"
"Definitely all night." The rabbit confidently said, squeezing one of the bunny's asses causing her to squeal. "Yeah, we're gonna go all *hic* night long, huh baby?! Hahaha." He grabbed one of the girls and started kissing, much to the other's slight dismay.
"Hikaru-chan, don't hog him all to yourself!" The other doe piped up, trying to wrench the buck away from her friend.
Amused, Basav spoke up, reminding them of the options they could order on the screen. "Is there anything special you want for your room? Colors or themes?"
He asked, stroking the underside of one of the giggling girl's chin playfully. "What do you girls want, huh? Something…*hic* Pink? Heh heh."
One of the bubbly females giggled as she played with the male's little tuft of fur atop his head. " Junko-chan, pink is a nice color right?" She asked.
"Oh Rex, yes!" The other girl, a gray and white Dutch breed, commented. "Pink is lovely. I hope the bedding is nice too."
"My dear, my palace possesses the nicest beds in all the city." The zebu pridefully assured them. "Firm mattresses. Soft silky satin sheets. I guarantee you'll love it."
He took time to check his catalog for a pink room and keyed in the appropriate code. A video preview of the room appeared on a screen for the trio to see. The room was a lavishly warm pink bedroom with a red heart-shaped bed. It came with a flatscreen television as well as a small bar and shower, which was typical for most of the hotel's rooms.
"Is this to your liking?" Basav asked.
"You B- *hic* *hic* You bet!" The male drunkenly hiccuped as the girls squealed with excitement as the rabbit pulled his credit card from his pocket.
"No need. It'll all be in the invoice," the zebu explained as he fished into his drawer for the specific key, producing one with a pink lotus attached. "You all have your fun, enjoy our complimentary selection of various goodies, and do not be afraid to ring for more service and worry about paying when it's time to leave."
"Oh, right. Thanks." The rabbit said, putting his card away.
"Enjoy. That will be room 417 on the 4th floor."
"Thanks, pal." He said, clumsily grabbing the key as it came through the drop slot. The amorous bunnies started getting more handsy with the lucky buck as the trio staggered towards the elevator.
"Hey now. *hic* Don't play with Little Michiro just yet. *hic* Wait till we get to the room!" The buck remarked as the elevator doors closed.
"Ah, to be young and wild again." Basav heaved a satisfied sigh as he fell back into his comfy chair and turned his film back on. That age-old expression. He really did miss his youth, back when he was a strong and strapping virile bull, days long past now.
At the age of 65 and as the owner of the establishment for so many years, the zebu really should have been considering the prospects of retirement. His spouse definitely thought so, but in truth, he loved his job too much and he loved greeting the various guests. It gave him such a certain satisfaction being able to personally broker a gateway for others to experience love and passion.
The semi-automation that was implemented to keep up with his contemporaries also made it even easier for him to stave off retiring. The humped bovine didn't have to appear as his rajah character in person anymore, stay in shape, or have to pay stand-ins. Rather he could just let machines do most of the heavy lifting, while a staff member or himself could greet guests on one of the shifts and help them make their pleasurable selection.
He typically worked the night shifts, which were fine for him as he could spend time with his grandchildren and wife during the day at home. The nocturnal hours were also the best because that was when most of the interesting stuff happened anyway. A good percentage at least.
He could say he'd seen everything over the years. From strange requests to themed rooms. Plenty of weird and kinky stuff came through his doors. From a gharial couple celebrating their honeymoon in one of his pools downstairs, or a group of primates that booked one of his more fun "playground" rooms in the loft with a jungle gym and monkey bars to simulate trees. Or even the Indian elephant partners who chose a small and compact medium-size animal room over a more spacious large animal arrangement, because they wanted to be more intimate with one another. That one was a real laugh. The most recent story he had to him was a panther playboy who paid no expense to surprise his boyfriend, a white tiger. The dark feline had requested a week early to have the entire room be fixed up with black and white stripes. The entire room, everything from the walls to the furnishings were to have stripes. It took only a few days to make it happen, but Basav and his small staff got it done and both clients left very pleased.
Speaking of things walking through the door, the buzzer sounded again, and the old bull prepared for yet another guest to satisfy. However, his eyes widened with shock as he laid eyes on the new arrivals. It was a carnivore with a herbivore in tow.
The carnivore was an attractive dark-furred female fox with small white accents. She looked like a Red fox, but there was definitely something unusual about her like her fur patterns didn't match up. She wore a tight-fitting qipao style cocktail dress and with her was a light-colored alpaca boy wearing a dark hoodie, t-shirt, and jeans. A big dopey grin plastered on his elongated face.
"What the hell is a herbivore like that doing with a carnivore like her?"
That was the big question on the bovid host's mind as the medium-sized canid tugged at the camelid's arm to get his attention and she began scrolling the menu. She made no real effort to hide her fangs as she looked into the camera, which was considerably rude considering she was right next to the boy.
"She definitely looks like a biter," Basav said as he focused on her dangerous features. "Isn't he the least bit concerned?" Both of them look to be in their twenties, which might explain things. The younger generation were usually the ones to break the taboo barriers in their pursuit of wild excitement, but these two looked like they were asking for trouble. Likely from watching too many of those romance movies like that "Dinner" film with Luke the snow leopard and that one vapid deer, the one that got nominated for an award.
The male youngster seemed absentminded next to her, which was not good around carnivores. The boy just stared and gawked around the hotel's foyer, eyes widened like an excited child visiting a theme park. One would think he'd never been in a hotel lobby before even one as decorated as The Grove's.
Basav would bet his hump, that the kid was probably some bumpkin from the countryside this vixen had snatched off the street. Bewitched him with her seductive charms and sweet promises of pleasure so she could do Rex knows what with him. That was the kind of creature that foxes were most of the time; deceitful, lustful, and insatiable.
Basav felt conflicted. On one hand, he felt concerned for the poor boy's well-being as a fellow herbivore, this carnivore was likely taking advantage of him. He might be in danger and it would look bad if a maiming or worse a devouring happened on his premises. On the other, it wasn't really his place as the owner to get involved. These types of hotels were "judge-free" zones, even if he didn't particularly approve it would be bad form to object or withhold a room key from paying customers. It'd just be bad for business.
The bell rang, indicating they were at the front desk.
"Welcome to Grove Pleas- I mean The Pleas-, I mean your Pleasure is our...I mean your Pleasure Palace awaits." The bull blundered nervously. "Welcome to the Grove. Your pleasure is our pleasure."
Basav silently fumed, slapping his head in frustration. Focus, he thought. This situation had him so caught up with the shock that he'd flubbed his lines. "Um, what can we offer you two tonight?" He finished nervously.
"Oh, that's cute." The fox responded in a smug condescending tone. "They still have a greeter. That's pretty rare. Yeah, I'm punching in our selection now. Standard room, bathroom, television, fruit scent candles, preferably..." She appeared to be looking at the screen and viewing the options. "You ever had a mango before?" He saw her ask the young male.
The boy nodded with a wide grin on his long face. "I love mangos, especially the ones you can get fresh from the stand! They have a wonderful grounded smell."
"Then you'll love our room." She said, punching it in. "We're going to have mango scented candles."
"Very good. Very good choice." Basav cheerfully stated. "Mangos are considered an aphrodisiac in my homeland. I can have room service to prepare your room right now if you want. No less than five minutes."
"Hmm, that sounds wonderful." The fox said with a radiant smile. "Also… do you have any music for the room?"
"Oh...Of course, uh... you should be able to order some from our vast collection once you arrive in your room. We have everything you might need to set the mood and spice up the atmosphere." Basav answered, trying to keep up the act. He wondered what she needed music for? To cover up the screams?
"Um, will this… be a stay or rest?" He asked.
"Stay, we're going to be here a while." The vixen said, her tone very promiscuous as she bit her thumb.
"Wait? As in all night?" The camelid asked, Basav finally seeing him seem apprehensive for the first time. "But...Kyuu is going to kil-"
The fox clasped his hand and gave him an alluring gaze while she begged for him to consider it. "Come on, don't worry. She'll be fine without you for one night won't she?"
Damn canids and their puppy dog eyes, the bull thought.
The llama's mouth sagged as he thought more about it. "I said I was coming back and she hurt herself getting into trouble on her own because I wasn't there last time." He reminded her. "I don't know…"
"What is she? Your mom or something? Got a curfew now?" She barked at him. An annoyed growl followed suit along with some mumbling that sounded to Basav something like that rhymed with "hitch."
The tall camelid frowned slightly and shook his head. "Do you really want her to think something happened to me?"
"What? You think I'm scared of her?" The vixen said, arms folded. "She's welcome to try, Lùn would be the least of her worries if she did."
"Um, youngster? Are you going to be alright?" The old bull's voice asked through the speaker.
"Huh?" The young llama asked, surprised.
"What? He's fine." The fox answered, looking at the camera confused.
"Ma'am I was asking the young man." Basav asserted. "Sir, you look rather dispirited. Are you sure about this?"
The vixen had a look of disbelief as she looked from the camera to the llama. "What do you mean? You're fine right?" The vixen asked him.
"I'm asking him." Basav clarified once again. "My boy, think about this. Don't answer just because she is there, are you feeling alright about all this?"
The llama paused as he stood there silent, deep in thought. The fox on the other hand looked like she was about to blow a gasket, snout wrinkled right under her eyes. The llama soon looked at her and the camera, concerned. Now he looked uneasy as he should be, Basav thought.
"Thank you, sir, but it's not like that. I'm... fine." The llama calmly replied.
"You shouldn't have to jump into things just because she wants you to. I know carnivores can be rather forceful. Sometimes you can't trust their instincts." The zebu said. He might as well have dropped a lit match on a pile of gunpowder.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" The fiery female finally exploded taking offense, the llama's eyes widened with shock as her temper flared. "HE'S WITH ME BECAUSE HE WANTS TO BE!"
"Priscilla-chan!" The llama shouted, reaching out for her. "Calm down."
"I don't have to take this shit from such a seco- NO THIRD-RATE-!"
The llama suddenly jumped in front of the vicious vixen, a display that shocked the hotel manager. The brave boy had stepped in the path of the angered carnivore. He was holding her at bay somehow. Basav immediately regretted getting involved, he had gone too far. Suddenly it got quieter.
He could still hear the fox screech threats that the microphone picked up, but they seemed to have moved away from the front desk.
"He's lucky I don't fucking rip him out of that little box he's in and tear him lim-" The fox's voice was cut off and soon Basav found the two arguing away from the kiosk on one of the other lobby cameras.
The vixen looked very irate, but the boy remained calm and friendly, appearing to laugh and smile at her. Basav's worried eyes were glued to the screen.
Eventually, the silent drama ceased with the fox throwing her hands up and taking up a spot on the wall while the boy headed back towards the front desk. His voice came over the microphone, sounding calm and relaxed.
"Sir, I understand your concern, but we are fine. I trust her. Now um… is it possible to get our room key?" The boy asked.
"Uh...rest or stay?" Basav asked, still a bit surprised with how well the boy calmed the carnivore down.
The llama contemplated for a bit and answered. "We will take an overnight room like she requested, please."
Basav searched for the right key and slid it into the drop slot.
"Be careful." He said.
He heard a sigh pick up on the other end. "Thanks, sir."
The boy took the key and collected the girl and they both headed towards the elevator together. The fox looked none too pleased. Basav swore he could hear the fox's growl something harsh over the speaker, but couldn't make it out. The herbivore just laughed as the door closed behind them, completely unphased.
"Youths. So reckless." The ox thought, shaking his head, turning back to his television. "I hope I won't have to call the cops."
A half-hour later - Room 511
"He wasn't kidding!" San exclaimed as he stepped out of the shower, draped only in the white hotel robe the room provided for them and his boxers, drying off his wet curly locks with the complimentary towels.
The aroma of the scented candles hit his nostrils, and a wave of familiarity overtook him and had his tail wagging like crazy. "Those smell just like the mangos on Keiichi Street I swear."
The hotel's shower had been a real delight for him. He was easily the cleanest he had ever been in a very long time. The old shower room at the tower just couldn't compare, even the water here felt cleaner somehow.
Priscilla on the other hand however was anything but pleased, still feeling insulted by the manager's earlier comments and warning to San. One would have thought a lengthy shower session would have cooled her off, but no such luck.
"Such prejudiced bullshit!" She barked. "The nerve of that creep!" She paced around the room in her bathrobe like a caged beast looking for a way out.
If he wasn't so afraid of risking her ire, he'd have laughed at her, but he knew enough about angry females to keep his trap shut lest he end up missing a few important parts, something even more likely to happen with Priscilla than with his cellmate.
Instead, he decided to check out the bed, a soft circular bed with white sheets with a heart-shaped arch behind it. It was a far cry to the old lumpy mattresses that he and Kyuu slept on in their cells. Even the ones he could remember at the hospital were never this comfortable. This truly was luxury.
"Priscilla have you tried this bed yet, it's so soft!" San beckoned as he bounced up and down on the comfy bed. "This place is wicked cool. It's been years since I've slept on a bed this soft."
Priscilla's smile returned as if there was some solace that was he enjoying himself, which had likely been part of the point of bringing him here.
"Scoot over." She said, bumping him over a bit to sit on the bed and see for herself.
"I'm over here offended and here you are talking about some dumb bed and-and-" She paused after sinking into the softness. She bounced on it herself and a slight smile started to appear. "Huh...that's not bad. Seems he at least has some quality mattresses."
"See?" He said, smirking. "Just focus on the positives."
"My aunt's beds were better though." She quickly and proudly asserted.
"Why do I get that you're just saying that because you're pissed off?" He risked a dig, now that she'd lightened up. He lightly chuckled.
She turned up her nose and folded her arms. "Hmph, it's my opinion."
He leaned in and rolled his eyes at her. "Well, it's my opinion that this bed is the best I've ever laid in and this room smells amazing!"
"Well then, clearly you haven't rested in any nice beds before. One day I might show you my aunt's place and you'll see just how much nicer it is than this... second-rate motel. The Mandarin Oriental theme she had was also way more impressive than this."
"Uh...I'll take your word for it." He said, a bit oblivious to what a Mandarin theme would even look like. "Still, this is nice."
"You want to see nice? You should have seen my old room back when I was working, it was painted a light blue with cold lights to take advantage of my light fur. See because white tends to take on the color of the atmosphere like camouflage. So like the lights would shine upon me and my fur would look like ice. I was real popular as Snow Fur during the wintertime."
"So you had your own nickname back then?" He asked, amused.
"Mmhmm, Raira still calls me that." She said rolling her eyes, her smile widening more as she recollected, making San feel even more comfortable around her. She wasn't some threatening carnivore like that greeter downstairs had thought, she was just a girl who liked him.
"You think you could show me?" He asked, looking at her with a warm grin. "I'd love to see that."
The brown fox blushed as she put her hand atop his. He was much more confident now and she liked that.
"I bet you would. But you know I can't right now. Not like this." Gesturing to her dark fur. She stood up and moved to the wall panels. "Let's see if they have a decent selection of slow songs. Maybe some R&B?"
Her wedge-like ear twitched repeatedly as she hummed, cycling through the list. After browsing, her ears finally went rigid and her thick brush started wagging energetically like a flag blowing in the wind.
"Yes, Euphoria. I like this song." She said with exuberance.
With the push of a button, the radio device on the wall made a funny loud sound, before music filled the room. The melody was similar to their hip-hop/rap/rhythm and beat centric music she had them listening to, though the beat here was much slower than normal and the lyrics he found to be very provocative and sexually charged.
Priscilla began slowly bouncing and swinging to the beat, her body moving with the rhythm as she moved to another panel and began adjusting the controls. He couldn't resist the lure of the tune himself as he watched her.
The main lights suddenly turned off, and secondary ceiling lamps started to turn and rotate slowly towards the bed until the rays of light formed one big circle around them. "Sadly, you'll have to wait till winter for the arrival of Snow Fur, but since it's summer… perhaps I can make it up with something else."
The whole room immediately became bathed in a vibrant orange tint from the overhead lamps. The fierce light perfectly collaborated with her dark fur making it seem even darker as she strutted towards the bed like a shadow while her lighter fur accents took on the warm orange hue, her already vibrant tangerine pupils popped brilliantly in the low light.
"I call this, Burning Sunset ."
The herbivore's jaw went slack with amazement as he gaped at the dark beauty slowly approaching him, moving with the grace and movement of a seasoned dancer as she synchronized with the beat of the song, unhooking the belt of her robe and causing it unceremoniously fall to the floor. Her slender curvy figure was on almost full display, save for her blue underwear and the parts covered by her inked Inarigumi tapestry.
Their time in the car last week had done her body little justice, her long slender athletic legs, her hourglass figure. He had a full and clear view of her and she was easily the most beautiful creature he had ever seen and she wanted him.
"Rex." He murmured, absolutely stunned. He didn't even know what to say that wouldn't sound so corny or cliche. "You…you're so...dazzling."
Dammit...that's all you had?
"And you are sooo slow." She said, pulling at shoulder his robe. "What are you waiting for? Lose the clothes already, Watāme-kun."
San did as he was ordered, fiddling with the belt sash as she danced sensually.
"You'll have to forgive me, it's been a few years since I had to entertain someone. I may be a bit rusty." The dark vixen said with a confident smirk, her hips rocking from side to side, her breasts bouncing as she dipped down and slowly rose.
Rusty? He thought. She was on her game as far he was concerned. His humble eyes were definitely enamored by the swaying of her round heart-shaped behind, her brushtail swinging from side to side almost hypnotizing him. The way she bent over and how the outline of her sex pressed into the fabric of her dark underwear.
"Back in the day when Raira and I used to dance together in the summer, we were called the Ash Twins. I guess you can see why. Hehehe." She said giggling while cupping her breasts together and massaging her nipples. "Things would get hot whenever we were on stage!" She joked.
The bridge of his nose reddened like cherry and he could already feel the tent-pole rising down below beginning to uncomfortably chafe against the fabric of his boxers. His eyes became mesmerized by her performance, his mind completely lost until she turned and placed her hand on his shoulder, the carnivore's touch felt like a static shock breaking him free from his trance.
"Whuh…"
"Hey, snap out of it. I know things are heating up, but I'm waiting." She said, tapping her foot, looking amused by his distracted expression and procrastination.
"R-right..."
"Hurry up, he doesn't seem like he wants to wait either. Hehehe." She giggled as she pointed to the tip of his erection poking out from its hiding spot.
Shocked, San hastily removed the rest of the wrap and suddenly found himself unceremoniously shoved onto the bed where she pounced and mounted him as if he were prey.
Her fang-filled mouth hovered over his face, her focused eyes stared down on his own. His first instincts told him to squirm, escape but his lustful will took reign and he embraced her, their bodies tangled as she pressed him to the bed.
God, she's heavy.
They had rolled in the bed and she landed on top, her body weight pressed down upon him. Their two muzzles became one as they locked lips, his tongue felt the sharpness of her fangs once more and her tongue slid across the flat surface of his dull molars. They kissed only briefly before she started to run her hands across the fleece of his chest.
"You're like a living warm carpet." She lightly remarked as her sharp claws lightly rubbed his belly, her dark soft fur against his cushiony fleece. If she wasn't careful she could cut him open, but she was gentle as she explored his abdomen further.
His own curious hands found their way around her waist and past her brushtail, feeling on the curvature of her rump. The predator smirked and giggled, before nuzzling her snout roughly into his shoulder, one of her outwardly jutting fangs managed to prick his flesh slightly causing him to lightly wince.
Ouch...not so rough
She giggled slightly in response as if taking his brief moment of weakness as a cue to become more proactive. She gripped his shoulders and held him down while she sniffed, licked, and nipped playfully at the side of his neck. She didn't bite down, only continuing to tease and poke at him with her teeth.
He squeezed her ass in return and summoned enough strength to turn her over, showing that he wouldn't be intimidated nor would he be weak, not now at least, while also hoping he was doing the right thing as he ventured further into the uncharted territory of foreplay. Her surprised squeal and the sweet nothings she purred into his ear were just a confidence boost that he used to become more frisky. His hands found their way to her soft breasts, very soft to the touch as he cupped and squeezed them in his grasp. Her own claws seized him by the forearms and kept them there while she moaned into his ear.
"I bet you've wanted to get your hands on these for a while, huh?" She whispered, shooting him a toothy smirk.
"Mmhmm." He whispered back as he laid another kiss upon her lips.
Suddenly he found one of her hands slide their way down into his briefs and grab hold of his stiff hard-on. "Well, this is what I wanted to get my hands on!" She said, lustfully eying him.
She unceremoniously tossed him off of her and slipped out of the bed, grabbing him by the ankles with a naughty grin on her face. She effortlessly pulled him close to the edge of the bedside. It still surprised him just how much physically stronger she was than him despite being taller than her. He sat up quickly to see what she was planning but found out soon enough.
She had parted his legs and her head hung over his lap, giving him a clear idea as to what she was up to, her eyes focused on his stiff manhood like it was prey and she was stalking, ready to pounce. Natural concern raced through the herbivore's mind, having all those sharp teeth so close to something so sensitive, it still worried him, but San said nothing this time.
He trusted her, just like he said he did.
She quickly pulled his boxers down and she took his rock-hard phallus into her hands. The fox licked her lips before going to work on his shaft, licking the sides like it were a melting popsicle. The herbivore couldn't help but groan with the blissful feeling of her worshipping his thick manhood, massaging his orbs at the same time while her tongue gave his shaft and tip a nice and wet saliva bath before it was time for the real treat.
He craned his head down, looking right into her fiery eyes just as she swallowed him whole.
"Oh god! Oooooh...damn!" His eyes twitched and an unprepared moan escaped his lips as he felt the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her moist maw. "Uh...This is better than last time. Rex..."
"Beats the backseat, huh?" She said between one of her gulps.
"Oh, I- uh... I… Yes..." He moaned incoherently, feebly placing his hand on her head and feeling the short hair around her ears as she took him to new levels of ecstasy. She couldn't help but laugh at how easy he was to please.
The vixen figuratively and quite literally had him within the palm of her hand, in this realm of sex he was the novice, and she the master. He could tell she knew that too as she looked up into his eyes, a look of utter confidence on her face.
His face became flush as she continued to stroke him off, twisting his flesh while her warm mouth made a tight suction seal around his shaft. He could feel himself getting close to that feeling he had before when she pulled away with a loud and wet pop, getting a grip on his cock and her rough tongue relentlessly licking the tip like a cat lapping up milk. He was almost there…and she had stopped. After one final long lick up the side, she pulled away and stood up in front of him.
"Speaking of the backseat, I think it's about damn time that you pay your dues!" She said as she stood and pushed him back on the bed.
"Wha-" He asked, surprised, rearing back up to see her pointing at him.
"You...still owe me for last time and you're going to pay up."
The visible confusion upon his face evaporated as she started sliding her drenched panties down her legs. His large brown eyes widened. It was crystal clear what she meant. What they didn't get to do last week. He was supposed to eat her.
"Lay back down!" She ordered.
Obediently, he did as he was told, laying back as she climbed back into the bed and crawled her naked form on all fours, resting her dripping wet nethers over his uneasy face. He still was unclear what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to lick it or bite her? He remembered licking and nibbling at it and her not complaining before, but it wasn't like they weren't interrupted before that though-
His hesitation did not go unnoticed. The vixen looked under at him and tried to explain. "You have to give too, San," she said. "This is what we call a "69", I lick you down here and you lick me down there."
"Right, right,'' he said, staring at her intimidating orifice hanging over him. He felt a bit ashamed and reserved about the act, what if he was terrible at this? What if he screwed u-
The fox slapped his thigh, and let go of him. "Hey what's the hold up back there? Get to it, Watāme-kun!" She demanded, growing impatient. "Come on!"
His insecurities and his instincts began collaborating, causing him to waste more and more time.
What if she got mad and bit him? What if she laughs at him? What if? Wha- Stop being so scared! She has been good to you so far, it's only fair you be good to her! So fucking do it! He screamed in his head as he willed himself to act on an impulse.
He lurched forward and buried his muzzle right into her clitoris, lapping away at her wet and warm labia, furiously, just as much as she had done to him. The loud satisfied moan erupted from the fox as he voraciously ravished her pussy.
"OH YES!" She shouted as he started taking her into the throes of passion.
"That's it! That's...it! Keep going! Keep go- FUCK!" was all he needed to hear from her as he stuck in his tongue deeper between her lower lips. He was on the right track. Her nice and hot mush became more wet and slippery the more he licked and poked. He was pleasing her; he was sure of it, that's all that mattered. He tried nibbling on the more fleshy parts of her clit and got an instant reaction.
"Ah! Ahh!" She howled. "You're a biter huh?! I see! Well, I'll fix you!" She shouted, grabbing hold of his balls and squeezing them tightly while her lips returned to his hard-on going at it even more aggressively than before. His muffled yelping was met with her trademark cackles as she picked up speed and started taking him in even deeper.
Her canid head going up and down on his bone, his camelid muzzle and tongue lapping away at her womanhood. His smothered panting only seemed to entice her more and more as she took him to even higher heights.
Eventually, she took his whole length down her throat, the tip of her snout nuzzled snuggly onto his balls, while her wet and rough tongue wrapped around his flesh and that's when he knew he was done. His lower half was tingling much like before and he was unsure if he could warn her or not. It was too late anyway.
He grunted sharply and jerked hard up unto her mouth as his load blew out of him like a cannon. He heard her moan slightly and gulp as she swallowed everything. She sat upon his face and he could tell she was just about there as well when he saw his tongue got the company of her two fingers starting to hold open her folds, pretty soon her juices began to gush onto his face. One final lick had finally sent the vixen over the edge as she yelped and squirted onto his face.
"There... we… go AAAH!" She moaned, feeling slightly exhausted as she fell off to the side of him. "That's what I wanted! There is hope for you yet." She said, panting just as hard as him.
San laid there silent, catching his breath as he wiped her fluids from his mouth. That wasn't at all unpleasant, he thought. Neither was the sensation he suddenly felt when her tongue began to lick the white mess she had left on his cock. His eyes almost rolled back into his skull as she gave him a thorough licking.
"I definitely can get used to this." He muttered as he laid back into the mattress.
"That's good," Priscilla said, as she crawled up alongside him in the bed and gave him a nice warm hug. "Because we got this room to ourselves for the whole night and this is only just the beginning." His eyes widened surprised as she rested her head onto his chest. He had a looong night ahead of him.