Her way, her pace

“I’m not done,” Rynthara straddled the fox from the front, her forepaw cupping his face, the pads engulfing his pointy muzzle denying him the right at words. “You were right. The need to breed is inevitable, but if I am to explore it—if I am to rid myself of this maddening curiosity that keeps me constantly moist under the tail—I shall do it at my pace, and in my way.”

Almost dried from the rush of air against it, the surface of Rynthara’s sex caught against Crytrauv’s petite sheathe, her nether lips pushing down the furred portion, peeling it away to expose the wet, hard, throbbing meat locked within, guiding it into her scalding depths.

“Oh my ghh….” Crytrauv’s head whipped back, his muzzle scrunched as if pained by the warm, constrictive wetness of her lightly ridged insides possessed by uncontrollable shudders. But for a shallow presence inside her, Rynthara didn’t feel a thing compared to his tongue, its visit upon her vaginal walls a thing of indescribable euphoria.

Almost instinctively, her back arched further, hind paws pushing against the ground to lift her off him, then push back down. Up, then down. Though tense and rigid, her pumping motions managed to rub some pleasure into her, the glancing thrusts of Crytrauv’s cock hitching her breath whenever he happened to hit a particularly sensitive spot. She had to have more than just a tantalizing tickle, though, her frustrated, barely coordinated strokes catching her partner’s attention.

His trembling hand, struck by the shock of this sudden development, reached for the base of his member, pulling on the rest of his rolled-back sheath hard enough to unwrap his swollen, meaty knot for her pleasure. The moment it was free, Rynthara plunged herself against it, taking it all in one swift thrust, her deep, seething growl aflame with that burning bliss she sought.

Below her, Crytrauv squirmed and squealed, hands clutching his muzzle to undoubtedly hide his pathetic whimpers of raw joy at finally finding his way inside her. Rynthara found his efforts to preserve his dignity endearing, if not unnecessary, her own gasps erratic while sheltering Crytrauv’s knot inside her.

She did not wait for the fox’ high to wind down before lifting herself off him, knot popping free of Rynthara’s strangling warmth, only for it to come crashing down against him with a wet, squelching pop. Now that the entirety of his malehood was at her disposal and her greedy depths, pulsing with ominous need for more, understood what made mating so addictive, the dragoness tried a few slow, uncertain strokes. At every shove, she ensured to insist on his knot, to add that last subtle push necessary to force that stiff, swollen girth past her tight, unaccustomed lips and into her.

That was all that mattered, she realized from the deep, bubbling waves of eye-shuttering bliss cascading through her whenever her lips stretched to welcome it. The rest of him, although novel, felt minuscule, unnoticeable, barely a tickle compared to the searing blaze lashing through her lips every time she forced him into herself. Guided by the torrent of insatiable lust that had only trickled its meager drops from her previous climax, Rynthara began mating Crytrauv’s knot, pumping against him with the same increasingly rapid motions borrowed from a male.

Whatever protest Crytrauv tried to wail was lost amidst the flurry of wet, plopping sounds and feral growls bursting from Rynthara’s gaped maw. All of her claws pierced the ground in search of much-needed stability while the entirety of her being teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, her senses soaring past any limit imaginable. She never imagined pleasure burning so hot, so bright, dizzying in its rippling intensity. Her tight chest and clamping insides begged her to slow down, but instead, Rynthara increased the frequency of her thrusts, the quaking shudders of her flesh reflected upon the mad throbs rushing through Crytrauv’s shaft.

Keenly aware that this was the moment, the dragoness slammed her hips against his, the pressure exerted upon his groin as intense as the clutch of her walls as they squeezed him so hard she almost felt his first spurt sear its way through her.

And then, nothing. Or close to nothing, for Rynthara had no real way to unravel that state where her entire focus converged upon the depth of her sex, channeling into that single spot, held there by the tight, unrelenting squeeze of her nether muscles around Crytrauv. A moment later, when her body could hold it in no more, that pressing, ubiquitous weight burst into an ocean of dizzying pleasure. Her balance reeled, her muscles faltered, her very focus threatened to collapse into darkness from how intensely she squirted that condensed pleasure out of her, lest it drowned her senses. With every sharp, sudden spurt squeezed between the intermittent ripples of her clenching vent, surges of mind-addling euphoria spread through the rest of her being, carrying her to the highest, most secluded peaks of raw, unbridled satisfaction.

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Rynthara(c) is my character

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Cover art done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/gardeaalgedo/