This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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There was no option to refuse, though Kael was glad to get something a little calmer, considering Giselle hugging him tightly. The embrace was fleeting, enough to tell that there was a friendship between them too, that she was not merely his assistant and bodyguard, but she knew better than to prolong it. They followed Oshun back inside, following more easily back into the role of student and teacher, for it felt better for those dynamics to be in place, especially at university.
That was not, however, helped in the slightest by the fact that her leather attire had not covered as much of her backside as Kael might have hoped, leaving most of her glutes exposed, the firm muscle showing through the light definition of her scales. Oshun did not appear phased at all by it or her state of undress, though her home drew his attention a little, heart thumping, blood rushing to all the wrong-right places.
Photos on the wall, developed with magic-infused film, showed her with other dragons, episodes of training, students of hers too, he thought, though he didn't like to spoil the moment and ask. He was enjoying the view too much, relaxing a little, the tension that he had held in his back and shoulders merely borne from his concern about the fight. At the very least, he had a way to disable an opponent without hurting them, which had been a prime concern of his when it came to defending himself, before he had more magic at his disposal. In Kael's opinion, that couldn't come soon enough.
"Er..."
Kael raised an eyebrow, finding stairs under his feet, the dragoness ascending ahead of him, tail swinging back and forth.
"Should I follow? Should I go through to the...living area."
"It's up here, Kael."
Was there something more to her tone? Giselle flashed him a grin, but Kael only shook his head and frowned at her. It wasn't the right place for that kind of talk. But he followed, all the same, moving more slowly, waiting to be told to go back at a moment's notice, though maybe he knew, even then, just what was to happen.
It all became clear when they entered what was evidently her bedroom, laid out with deep blue sheets and a colour scheme that reminded him of the pictures of the ocean that he had seen, everything tactfully chosen to reflect her tastes. Yet none of that mattered as her eyes locked onto him with a smouldering glow, smoke curling from her nostrils, the hint of flame bursting at the back of her throat.
"Your prize," she hissed huskily, tail snaking back and forth, "is to have sex with me, if that is something that you'd enjoy Kael. I believe that the loyalty of your servant will ensure that this is kept just between us, but I could think of no better prize to offer to one who has so cunningly bested me in battle."
He stepped back, holding his hands up, but Giselle blocked the way, affecting a hopelessly naΓ―ve air, not quite allowing him to make an escape as something heated up, molten fire simmering through his veins.
"Oh... Oshun, I'm..." He fumbled for words, the rips of his ears pink, though he couldn't get his words out in the order that he wanted them to appear. "That's...kind, but I don't think... I mean, I'm a student!"
"And clearly old enough. Your ages of consent are similar to ours."
She advanced, slipped her brassiere-type wear from her neck, unclipping it at the back, letting it slide down over her breasts, revealing them. The nipples perked up softly as if they had merely been waiting to be freed from firm restraints and Kael gulped, trying to look away even if all the dragoness did was draw his attention. Rather than being fiery, she simply was magnetic just as she was, drawing him in, closer and closer, closing the distance between them in a far sultrier fashion than she had out in their sparring match.
He tried to resist her, but his heart simply wasn't in it. Why would he hold back as she removed her brassier completely, tossing it aside, working on the thong-like bottoms, the straps that dangled down her thighs that had fluttered so beautifully in the fight? His fingers twitched for her and Giselle gave him a low "woof" nudging his shoulder, though she was not about to leave the room either, not when her master was exposing himself and his vulnerability to a large, predatory anthro species.