My fellow Arthenians:
I'll be the first to admit that this wasn't my idea before it was anyone else's. What you're about to read is actually 90% two hentai clips I saw and 10% my personal spin on it.
But damn do I like this scene.
Delaney looked over him after he gave his confirmation that he was, in fact, ready, and her facial features twisted slightly into a frown. Ben frowned back in confusion, the two looking like nudist crime scene investigators staring at each other. The male's gaze followed the females to either of his hands, which still were placed protectively over the top of his own private area. The furry girl's arms crossed in front of her under her breasts, elevating them and pressing them together slightly which made them look all the bigger and more appealing.
"You're not going to give up on that, are you..." She wasn't looking at him, instead looking at his hands and chewing on her lip. She wasn't talking to him either, which was apparent due to the quiet and thoughtful tone of her muttering. Because of this, she didn't get a reply. In place of a reply, Delaney, after looking around for a second or two, gave herself a nod and declared "yes, that will work just fine." Her attention was placed back properly on the human in front of her. "Close your eyes." Ben shot her a cautious look, hesitating for a moment before doing as he was instructed, his body tensing instinctively. He still hadn't forgotten about her little feat last night of removing him from the bed, and neither had the two bruises on his body.
Ben heard the door to the bathroom open, and as if on cue, as soon as his eyes were about to follow suit of the door, he heard "keep your eyes closed or else~" coming from the opening in a singsongy tone, though it still, at least he believed, carried with it the same weight it would have if some mugged had a knife to his throat. There was a moment or two of silence for the male before he heard the soft footsteps crossing from the carpet and into the tile of the bathroom.
When he felt the soft paw landing on his left shoulder, he flinched preemptively, but the crushing grip or unseen strike never came. Instead, he felt himself being rotated, so he used either foot to assist in turning himself where the girl behind him wanted him to face. When this stopped, there was a flurry of motion whose speed was overwhelming, not giving him ample time to react. Both of his hands were quickly and forcefully, yet also somewhat carefully so as not to hurt him, wrenched behind him. He was aware of something wrapping around his wrists when he opened his eyes and looked behind him. "What the fuck are you doing," came the perfectly fair question from the surprised male. What the fuck she was doing, however, needed no response from her, as he could clearly see for himself: she had taken the ropelike length of fabric from his robe and had tied it tightly around his wrists to bind them behind his back.
"I know letting go of what you're accustomed to is difficult, even hard enough that you potentially wouldn't do it," came the explanation of the girl who had one hand on the right not holding his wrists to one another, "so the logical thing to do is not give you the option." His eyes lifted from his hands to the face of the individual behind him who seemed all-too satisfied with herself. Ben chewed the insides of his cheeks nervously, and then looked away.
"Alright, let's get you all cleaned up then." She was remarkably cheery, her demeanor rivaling that of the Chancey who had checked them in. She opened the door to the little cubicle-esque structure which housed the shower head, guiding him in and facing him into the water, which was producing steam in the room and fogging up both the glass shower door and the mirror which covered most of one wall. He looked at himself in the mirror, the clouded and disfigured reflection looking back at him appearing pitiful. The water did feel nice, however, and he needed a shower to cleanse himself of all of the stress he had been experiencing- even if the act itself was causing him most of it.
"Now I have a couple theories for why your kind is so uncomfortable being undressed in front of anyone else," she started. She was behind him, talking into his ear almost. She had released him from her grasp, but he was still stuck with his hands behind him. Delaney reached past him to a small shelf jutting out of the interior wall of the shower, squirting a bit of the shampoo from a small bottle into her hand. She worked it to a gentle lather while she continued. "The first of which is that you're shameful of yourself." He felt both of her hands reach to the top of his head and plant in his hair. She didn't have claws or nails that he had seen, but apparently they were retractable as he felt something relatively sharp when she scrubbed his scalp with the shampoo. His eyes closed. He had to admit, that was rather relaxing, like a massage. Silence ensued for about a quarter minute as the shower head sprayed countless amounts of warm water onto the male's front, which only splashed onto the bunny girl behind him.
After the period of silence, though, her hands left his head and found his sides near his chest, and she pulled him back slightly and against her body. His upper body was forced to become flush with hers, and she moved her feet and her hips forward in order to derive the same result from their lower bodies. He could feel the soft fur and skin of her sex against his butt. His hands were pressed up against the inside of her thigh. He instinctively moved to step forward but she held him in place. He got the message. Even when she let go, he didn't move.
"But I've seen you relaxed and I've seen you aroused," her voice was a whisper, and he could feel the fur on her face against his hair as she spoke directly into his ear, "and I can assure you that you have nothing to be ashamed about." While she giggled behind him, Ben's cheeks reddened even more than they were as a result of the water temperature. She put her hands on his hips. Then, by pressing her body forward into his, Delaney encouraged him to walk forward. The water passed over his chest and face and then remained on his head when he was stopped again. He obediently moved back a half step into her figure. She moved her hands up to his head again, and a similarly calming massage was received as she worked the suds from his hair, running down his body and onto the floor of the small space they shared, receding into the drain to not be heard of again.
Once she was satisfied by her work, she reached past him again and opened the cap on a bottle of body wash. After emptying some of the contents into her hand, Delaney used her other hand on his arm to move him back all the way until droplets of water were bouncing off of his feet, catching a bit of light as they danced in the air before diving back to join the small pool which tilted down and drained through the hole in the floor.
"Second is that you are unnerved by what you don't know," she continued after the period of quiet. Her voice had dropped an octave, now developing more depth and husk. It made Ben's stomach twist in a knot more intricate than even the best of sailors could tie.
What made his breath catch, however, was feeling her hands on him so suddenly. Both of them rested gently along either of his triceps. As it got wetter her fur felt increasingly soft. Her fur-clad hands made their way from their starting position toward each other at the top of his back, massaging his neck for a few seconds before moving and doing the same to either of his shoulders. The amount of force she was capable of conjuring with her hands, despite how gentle they appeared, was fantastic. Ben's head lolled forward, hanging down as he enjoyed her touch. He'd never had a deep-tissue massage, but he assumed this was what it was like. Soap suds were left behind, as not only was she cleaning him, but she was also delivering relief to his aching muscles. Her touch in every area was short-lived, however. "I would guess this, though," she continued, and an incredibly relaxed Ben was forced to delve through his recent memories so he could recall what preceded this. "Isn't correct, after seeing how you were defiling me with your eyes." She pressed her hips forward and thus moved him back under the stream of water to rinse him off, simultaneously pumping more of the shower gel into her hands and speaking to him. When she pulled him back out of the water, he felt the thin fur on her face against him, her lips actually making contact with his ear a few times as they moved. "You knew what you were looking at. You knew exactly what you would do to me, didn't you? If this situation was reversed?" Her teeth closed on his earlobe gently, giving a slight tug before releasing it. "Right?" Her tongue traced over the abused area of skin as she waited for a reply. A nod was sufficient.
Once she got her answer, she wrapped her left arm tightly around his body at his ribs, pulling him even closer to her body. The curves of their bodies meshed with one another. Her action was a little rougher than she had been with him up until that point. He felt some pressure on his ribs from where she was squeezing him. Some air was forced from his lungs. She leaned into him, angling her body so her breasts were pressed firmly into his back. He could easily feel that the little brown mounds he had seen earlier crowning her boobs were now hardened to the point that he felt as though rocks were being pushed against him. A small, grunt-like noise of unease escaped Ben.
"The most likely reason," her monologue progressed, still in his ear, "is that you don't get touched enough." A shiver ran down Ben's spine. Delaney's right hand reached around him and rested on his left pectoral muscle, moving in circular motions over it. The feeling that she was washing him had disappeared. She was just... Rubbing him, feeling him up for the sole reason of her own personal pleasure. The soft, furry hand traced across to his other muscle before running up to his head, thumb raking his cheek for a moment before moving back down. Her fuzzy cheek was against his own now, moving back and forth against it. "Mmm..." Her upper body moved up and down slowly, rocks of nipples tracing along his back. His hands, which were still on her thigh, felt heat coming from between her legs. The term 'in heat' pinged for a moment as he recognized a possible reason for the name. Her retaining arm, her left, moved from his ribs up to his chest. Her fingers splayed out across his abdomen, fingertips gently depressing his skin.
"If you don't indulge in yourself and in others, you start to develop this... Sexual tension." She drew out the last two words, lacing them with seductivity as she spoke them into his ear. Her hand moved down his front, stomach contorting underneath her touch. Breath entered his lungs in a gasp. He was sweating slightly, steam continuing to fill the little space. Her hand took an unexpected detour, her right running down along the right side of his body and onto his leg. She squeezed his thigh tightly, which was caused for an involuntary twitch. Her eyes were closed, but she could envision his reaction. She had a smile faintly on her lips.
"So the only logical cure is for me to help you get rid of all that sexual tension," she concluded. Her hand lifted off of his body, only for him to feel it again. Making contact barely enough for his perception, the fur on her right hand rubbed up and along his member, which by this point was harder than Ben had ever been in his entire life. Ben's head leaned back into the girl who was a handful of inches taller, the crown of his head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and he heard himself whimper. Delaney, in response, giggled quietly. Her lips found the cheek of the male, pressing against it briefly before being gone again.
The bunny girl abruptly pinched the under and over side of Ben's head between her thumb and forefinger, causing him to cry out in surprise and alarm. She pulled down on it until the resistance it provided was too strong for her to continue without injuring him, and then she placed her hand upon the upper portion of Ben's shaft, as her hands were small despite being capable of so much, and he was 'a rather well-endowed boy,' as Delaney thought to herself. Her thumb rested on the top of his head, pressing down gently with the furry digit which tickled his skin and provided extra stimulation, moving it in wide and slow circles around the head. Ben's features flushed completely red and his jaw dropped a little, a ghost of a moan carrying out of his mouth.
Delaney giggled again, and she released him with her left arm. She knew he wasn't going anywhere, and he knew it too. He was completely and entirely captivated by the girl. Her left hand found his right behind his back, working his middle finger free and into an extended position. She took ahold of it by the portion where it connected to her hand, and she moved both her hips and his hand to direct that one straight finger between her legs. She placed it between her lips parallel to them, and moved it up and down slowly, sliding the digit along. He was coated, excessively, even, by her love juices. "Feel how wet you made me? Have you ever made a girl this wet before?" Her lips found the side of his neck, and she produced a seal around them, sucking on the skin. She moved his hands up and out of the way in case he started getting brave: she didn't want him touching her.
Using his binding to hold onto, she sat down on the floor Indian-style and pulled him down and into her lap, which he did without resistance because his legs had turned to a gelatinous state. She rested his hands on her midsection behind him and wrapped her left arm around him in addition to her right. "My, my, you're such a big boy... I think I need both hands to deal with our little situation here." She placed her left hand underneath her right like a totem pole, about an inch apart. She silently marveled at the fact that even with both hands and the spacing she didn't cover him from base to the beginning of his head. He was throbbing in her hands with anticipation. She looked over his shoulder and saw precum was slipping out of the top, running down his head and, as she looked, had just reached her hand. "You poor, horny little thing," she whispered with pity. "You're probably suffering. Let's fix you up as quick as we can, alright?" A nod from the male who had decided to do so subconsciously, eyes closed. He was completely at her mercy, and that was just the way that she wanted him.
For a moment, her right hand released him and opened. She placed her now-open Palm on the top of his head, and he felt some of the precum get in her fur. She didn't mind, however, because she was going to be showering next anyway. Instead, she rubbed the stuff onto the surface of his head, then reached back between them. She placed her hand between her legs, whimpering as she did so as she was aroused to the point of hypersensitivity, and coated along her fingers some of the small puddle of her own personal arousal that had collected, which she spread up and down his shaft as a lubricant, which twitched in response. Ben was beard, then, panting beside her in an effort to contain himself.
Delaney grabbed hold of him with both hands, then, and kissed his cheek a second time before whispering for him to "just relax, let me take care of everything." Her hands twisted slowly in opposite directions of each other on his rod, such that the heels of her palms ended up in line with each other when she was done. She then reset her hands and began the process over again. She noticed Ben's body rocking forward and back into her in tune with the rhythm of her work. She paused for a moment and dragged her thumb up over and then down his head again before continuing on, speeding up the process the second time around. "Tell me, isn't this much nicer than just gawking at me?" She seemed to have forgotten the reason that she told him for why this was all happening, but Ben didn't notice. He was focused on just getting out a syllable or two, "A-ahh..." between his breaths. She kissed against his neck again.
Once Delaney was through with her current strategy, she took her bottom, left hand off, and instead placed that against his pelvis, pulling him more tightly to her body. Her right hand formed an "o" shape with her fingers and thumb, and she positioned it over the top of his shaft. She moved it down, pulling on the skin of his head as she descended to a choir of grunts of a mixture of pain and pleasure. Once she got to the bottom, she loosened her grip to where she was still making contact with the "o" her hand formed, but it didn't pull on him when she moved her hand back up to his head and then back down. She was slow only for one or two strokes, then became impatient and picked up the pace. Closing her hand slightly so it now did pull on him enough to achieve the full stimulation. Ben's back arched, a louder moan escaping him. "Don't be afraid to finish when you feel it coming. Just let it all out, I promise I won't mind." She looked to Ben's face contorted in pleasure for a moment before back to her work. She now moving up and down along the mammoth length as quickly as her hand could possibly allow.
It took only seconds of this before Ben cracked. His body lurched suddenly and his hips tried to buck into her hand but were stopped by her other hand on his pelvis. Delaney's expression turned to one of delight as she watched his fluids fly into the air an inch or two before landing in the water, his abdomen, her hands, and his legs.
Delaney had slowed down, waiting for more and eventually came to a stop when no more presented itself. She looked to the panting male who was still clenching his teeth together in concentration and her eyebrows knitted themselves into a frown. "You're holding back still," she stated with an accusatory tone. She sighed. Delaney sounded annoyed. "You're not going to impress me with your longevity right now, so you might as well just get everything out." Ben was unresponsive. "Fine," came her response to his nonverbal reply.
She took her other hand off of his pelvis, instead putting that under her right hand as she had done initially. Without warning or buildup, she clutched him tightly in her grasp and pumped viciously. A high pitch squeak of surprise was elicited from the male. The muscles in Delaney's arms tightened as she worked him in a pistoning motion as fast as she could. "If you're not going to be an adult about this," she spoke through gritted teeth into his ear, "I'll just milk it out of you."
The pulsing coming from Ben's member in her grasp was not a good sign for how much longer the male had left. He gasped, and that gasp was cut off by even another gasp, and he bit down firmly on his bottom lip. Delaney noticed this and grinned. "There you go. It's almost over, just let go..." was heard by the male with his eyes closed. The bunny girl watched his facial expressions intensely and payed close attention to him in her hardworking hands, waiting for that cue that he was done. She redoubled her efforts, being even more forceful with each tug, and it was then that Ben's mouth opened in another gasp. The Anthro immediately pulled down hard with both hands, and with a surge of unbottled energy he finished a second time. He came much harder this time, the initial blast powerful enough that it landed in the fur on Delaney's jawline under her cheek, sticking in said fur. Waves of the stuff came on a steady interval, and the furry girl pulled down with her right hand each time, her left hand having disappeared to massage his balls and get every last drop out of him.
Ben was panting heavily, his chest heaving with each breath he took as though he had just run a marathon to cool down from having participated in a triathlon. Delaney tilted her head to the side, ears perking up. "Oh come on, surely you have more in you than that." Ben looked at his accuser incredulously. She wasn't looking at him, though. Instead, she was looking down along his body at all of the spots where cum had landed. Using her right hand, she scooped up some on one index finger, bringing it to her mouth. "You know," she said, casting a sly glance in his direction. "In many cultures, this stuff is considered a delicacy." She held eye contact with him as she stuck out a tiny, pink tongue and, using the tip of it, licked the fluid off of her finger. Afterward, for show, she moved her head forward to envelop the digit in her mouth, sucking on it for a moment and making noises to demonstrate just how much she was enjoying herself, before pulling it out again, a thin strand of drool linking her lip and finger catching the light before being broken.
She put both hands on his member again, which was incredibly sensitive after just having been put through two orgasms, working in a very slow and gentle up and down motion. "Surely you have a little more for me?" The incredibly red faced human in her lap watched her stick her bottom lip out and start pouting. "Please?" He closed his eyes and his no reply was interpreted as a yes. She smiled and smooched his cheek yet again, then stopped moving her hands.
"Here," she proposed politely, "I'll stay still and you move your hips. Just fuck my hands, okay?" Her tone was a lot more light and almost sounded as innocent as she looked. Ben didn't want to, but he wasn't going to deny her either. So when she placed her fuzzy, wet little soft hands right above his dick, he did as he was instructed.
While he couldn't help but enjoy her taking advantage of him with her hands as she had done, he also still felt unsatisfied. Sure, it was great and erotic for her to give him a handjob, but he found himself greedily desiring more. Because of this, when he moved his hips up, it wasn't gentle or slow as Delaney had anticipated. The male was in a lusty frenzy, burying his rod inside of her hands and pulling out again with as much force and speed as he could muster. It was clear that he wasn't thinking about their situation any more. Delaney didn't have to be told that in Ben's mind it wasn't her hands that he was thrusting into, it was between her legs or into her mouth. She couldn't process how she felt about this, but it did cause some of her hair to stand on end.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when his pelvis hit her bottom hand on an especially hard and deep thrust, and he looked to see him finishing for the third time since they had entered the shower together. He grunted as he did so, releasing somehow more of the delicious juices than Delaney had previously thought possible, even more than last time. Most of it landed on his chest or her hands. She waited until he had 'pulled out' and rested his butt back in her lap before she brought her hands to her mouth, devouring the tasty excrement like her life depended on it, then wrapping her arms around Ben in a soft hug. He was exhausted, she could tell.
"I'm going to be milking you like this frequently," she told him with a smile. He didn't have a say in the matter. Not that he would have said anything anyway. He was barely conscious after all that physical exertion. Delaney just giggled and got out from under him. She walked a step or two in front and then turned to look at him. She reached down and scooted his back up against one of the interior walls, then quickly took a shower. A very low-functioning Ben barely processed that she was unusually skilled at getting cum out of her fur. Once she was clean, she reached behind him and unbound him, telling him to get cleaned up and she would see him in a minute. She left the bathroom after toweling herself off, but she brought the towel with her back into the bedroom/living area, closing the door behind her.
She set the towel down on the bed, and then lay down on the bed with her thighs to her stomach on the towel. She was trying to play it off in Ben's presence, but she was so horribly, undeniably horny as a result of their little escapade, she couldn't think straight. She knew Ben would be out soon, but she needed to have a release of her own. She had no choice. One hand found her breast, the other moving between her legs.
Hoping that she had time before Ben would see her like this.
I hope you guys enjoyed my personal fantasy. Especially considering I skipped like... Three classes today to write it, and I had a boner most of the day. So yeah. Make sure to review.
Arthenius