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                               BY FIRELIGHT
 
The fire feels so good! There is no other light in the room, except the
flickering orange glow cast by the flames. The heat penetrates my fur and
makes my skin tingle. So pleasurable. Feels so good...
 
I roll over onto my back, eyes half-closed. Almost without conscious thought
my hands stray between my legs. As my fingers lightly brush the fur on my
balls I twitch. The motion sends a wave of pleasure racing up my spine. I
place both hands over my male part and press down, arching my back upwards. I
can feel myself slowly becoming erect... ohhhhhhh... feels... good...
 
Through half-open eyes I can see the shadows jumping as the fire cracks and
sizzles. I am almost erect now, and with my fingernails I begin lightly
stroking the shaft of my penis... up... down... up... down... with my other
hand I tickle the fur on my balls. I imagine one of the shadows to be my
lover. Oh, how I miss her. Reflexively, I grasp my penis and squeeze. Through
my open mouth a gasp escapes. I can feel a drop of moisture forming on the tip
of my penis. I collect it on a finger, and bring it to my mouth. I taste the
salty flavor of my excitement, and want more. Placing my fingertips carefully
near the head, I begin stroking myself... ohhhhhh...
 
I can feel the pressure building now, each stroke lightly contacting my balls,
priming myself for the orgasm to come. My breathing is shallow and rapid now.
I bring my feet back, elevating my knees. As I stroke myself I begin to thrust
with my hips... ohhhhhhh... I can feel it. Soon, now, the pleasure gathering
at the base of my penis, waiting to be released in great, liquid streams.
 
I begin to lash my head from side to side, my muzzle slapping the pillow with
each convulsive jerk. There is a small wet spot on the soft fur of my belly
now. Eagerly, I gather this and taste it. The taste of uninhibited ecstasy.
Oh, god... faster... harder...
 
Suddenly, there is a noise. I freeze, staring into the fiery shadows. There is
movement. Who? It is HER, my lover, she who makes life a joy. I do not know
why she has returned so soon, but I do not care. I notice she is wearing a
simple, gauzy negligee. My heart leaps into my throat. I cannot speak, but
every part of my body cries out for her.
 
She moves toward me now, kneels down next to my waist. I open my mouth to say
something, but she places a finger on my lips, silencing me. She looks down at
me, gazing at my erection. She closes her eyes, and I notice that her other
hand has slipped between her legs. She caresses herself, and I can see the
wetness on her fingers. More than ever I want her.
 
She lightly moves her hand along the line of my jaw, then down onto my chest.
She idly plays with my nipples, smiling as they become erect in response to
her touch. She leans forward, bringing her head down to my lower body. She
pauses above the damp spot on my belly, then extends her tongue and tastes.
She places her other hand, now dampened by the milk of her own excitement,
upon my balls, and, opening her mouth, takes me into her.
 
Her tongue moves rapidly, teasing the tip of my penis. The pressure is
returning. Ss she stimulates me, she lifts her leg over my body and straddles
my chest, her tail raised high to expose her tender regions. I release myself
and grasp her waist, pulling her down within reach of my mouth. I lick her wet
vulva, searching for her clitoris. Finding my goal, I begin fondling it with
the tip of my tongue. We are both breathing hard now. With one hand I begin
teasing between her buttocks. Lightly stroking and probing the outside of her
anus with a finger, I press harder with my tongue. Oh, my love, I want you to
come!
 
As I taste her juices beginning to flow, I notice she has stopped sucking upon
my penis. I can feel her hot breath upon the tip as she pants in her pleasure,
the sensation bringing me ever closer to my own orgasm. She begins swaying
slightly as a whimper escapes her throat. She clutches my balls tightly,
forcing another tiny drop out of the tip of my penis. I feel her shudder. I
increase the pace of my licking. Her whimpering has become a moan. She draws a
long, shuddering breath, then suddenly stiffens as her juices flow down my
muzzle, filling my mouth with the flavor of her coming. Her head is thrown
back and she is gasping hard, the muscles of her vagina spasming in her
climax. There is no more beautiful sight in the world.
 
After a long moment during which neither of us moves or breathes, she relaxes
and takes me again into her mouth, licking and sucking. She raises her hips
slightly, removing the weight from my chest. It is I who am panting now, the
lingering taste of her come a spice to my pleasure. She is working the base of
my penis with one hand while stroking and squeezing my balls with the other.
The pressure is almost unbearable. I close my eyes, aware of the fact that I
am making small whimpering sounds, but unable to control them. As she feels
the muscles tense she moves her hand from my penis to my anus, teasing and
probing with a saliva-wet finger, she takes me all the way into her mouth now,
rubbing my sensitive tip against the roof of her mouth. My back begins to
arch... ohhhhhhh... she begins thrusting with her finger, working past the
tension of my anus until she is in. Oh, god, this must be what it feels like
to be mounted. So close....
 
She is sucking desperately. The rhythm of her tongue and her hands as they
stroke and probe sending waves of raw pleasure down the insides of my thighs,
there is a tightness in my chest. Ohhhhhh... my love... so... so...
ohhhhhhh...
 
The pressure is too much! With a cry of ecstasy, I come! I thrust violently
with my hips, pumping my come into her mouth. She takes it eagerly, sucking,
licking. All my being is focused upon the searing fires of pleasure, each
ejaculation an unbearable, all-important instant locked in time. Trembling, I
hold myself steady, giving her my body, my soul. She strokes heavily, seeking
to pull every last drop of come from me.
 
With a shaky sigh I relax, lowering my hips to the rug. She disengages herself
from me, turning around to face me. We look into each other's eyes, I see the
thin pearly trickle at the corner of her mouth, and she notices the stain upon
my muzzle. She lowers herself to me. We kiss, mouths open, returning to each
other the taste of the pleasures we have exchanged.
 
After a long moment we separate. I see her swallow, and I do so too. I smile
at her, seeing the firelight shine in her eyes. I feel a tear trickling down
my cheek, but I am not ashamed, for she is my vixen, my friend, my mate. I
love her, and would die for her, and I know she feels the same for me. My
pounding heart skips a beat. She is so beautiful. I would not live any other
way, having tasted Heaven.
 