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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He was a demon and even he was caught under the skunk's spell too. Holly. Well, Holly was different. At least, that was what he told himself. He needed her, craved her, drinking down her dark lust as she moaned out his name.
"Ropes..."
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Ropes didn't think that he shouldn't have been doing anything with Holly, not when it felt so fucking good for a demon of lust. The cougar snarled like a wild beast as he hammered the skunk into his bed, claws pricking through her hips, something in him allowing him, even then, to be rougher and more vicious with her. He trusted her to bear his thrusts, even the most rampant, demanding of them, for a demon of lust could go on and on and not even break a sweat in the heat of a passionate moment.
Four tentacles played tribute to his nature as a demon, even though he kept them hidden most of the time. In the bedroom with the divine skunk with soft fur and long, flowing locks of thickly green hair that set off the hue of her fur, he could be himself. It was as simple as that in the glow of his pale eyes, devoid of irises, his tentacles sprouting from a point in his back close to his shoulder blades. His fur was a soft brown that changed shade a little with the seasons and it was easy to enjoy the lure of summer in the time just after his son had graduated from high school, finally an adult in the name of it even though he was not out of the house he had spent his recent years growing up in.
Yet the cougar could not focus on such things, as much as his mind was apt to wander, the skunk beneath him arching her back sensationally, a low, throaty moan bursting from her lips.
"Oh, Ropes... Harder, please, take me harder."
Harder? That was what she wanted? She was so sweet about it, lips trembling breathily as if she could not quite get out the words that she wanted to but was forced all the same to trust him to take her as she so desperately wanted. Holly's back arched at an even more vicious angle, one leg pulled back to her chest, the other splayed out, trying to give her stud-lover the best access to her tight pussy.
Ropes shuddered. It was the tightest of all that he had ever had, though that was a strange thing indeed for a demon like him to say: a demon who had fucked everyone and anything that was possibly willing to. Of course, he had never taken a partner that was not consenting but it was not difficult to avoid intercourse where a party was not enjoying it. Where would the fun have been in that for him, a demon that fed on such lust? Yet he could not deny the skunk what she wanted, even though there was a tiny little part of him left that feared he might break her, snarling and pulling his lips back from his teeth.
"As you wish, my princess..."
Holly trembled, his words washing over her, yet she was in such a position on the bed that she could barely do anything at all against the onslaught of his thrusts, groaning deep in the back of her throat as he pounded her. The bed squeaked under her and the sheets rumpled in an uncomfortable way -- and yet she could not bring herself to fix it, not even in a moment like that. No, more, she needed more, so much more than the cougar had given her already as she growled and kissed him furiously, dragging his muzzle to hers, claiming him as her own.
His tentacles swept around her, so soft and yet firm too as they lifted her buttocks up to him. She was well-used to the cougar manipulating her body as he saw fit by that point, though it never failed to take her breath away each and every time. She cried out his name again and again as orgasm washed through her yet there was nothing else for her to do but to cling to him, crying out for more and more, everything that her stud of the day had to give and more.
Ropes exhaled in a hot rush of breath, his own orgasm clawing at the back of his mind too, demanding attention that he too would have to give in due time and course. He couldn't ignore that side of his body, not even as he drank down her lust, his stomach figuratively bulging as he slurped it all down like a fine wine, yet one that he was keen to become drunk on. He was too greedy, far too greedy, when it came to the lust of a skunk, for the only way that a demon of lust could sustain themselves. They had to feast on sexual energy and it was more potent still when it came to a partner that they were actively engaged with, thrusting and grunting and grinding passionately.
Still... Ropes grunted in the back of his throat. It was strange that Holly was the only one, so far, that he had ever felt "full" with, as if he could not take a single moment more of anything at all. He was a demon though and had to feed, yowling as he gluttoned himself on a feast of passion, her sexual energy as fervent as ever. He'd keep right on fucking her into the night even as the sun set beyond the window, heralding the close of the day, if he had a say in the matter.
Alas, that was not to be the case, not even as the sexy skunk climaxed again on his cock. She didn't even need the touch of his paw or tentacles while his cock was in her to get off anymore, her body in tune with his in a way that no one else's ever had been. It was entirely unprecedented and excited him with a tickling, prickling thrill that just would not go away so easily.
Of course, the fact that he was married and that Holly was dating his son made things a little more complicated but it was hardly as if that sort of thing had ever stopped him before, especially before he'd married Fyr. He'd always needed more than his wife could give him, even though he loved her too, in his own way. Maybe it was in the same manner as mortals loved one another or maybe it was entirely different: he could not say. Things were easier after Helena had left home for college, however, as she had been the more astute, suspicious of his children: Helena and Hiss. Hiss was slower and more easy-going, the sort of cougar to turn a blind eye and say that everything was fine just fine regardless of what was actually going down.
That had played nicely into Ropes' paws when he'd turned his sights on Hiss' girlfriend, Holly, and found her eyes already locked onto him. He had been in the skunk's sights before he'd even thought about her and the excitement that tingled through him was new and fresh and exciting: like it had been back when he had first laid eyes on Fyr. It was the kind of lust and longing that he could not simply sweep under the rug and, so, he had pursued her with the attention to detail of a predator who did so rather enjoy toying with his prey.
She'd come for him, however, and that had shocked him. It was why they had fucked and fucker over and over again, despite the age difference between them. With graduation at her back, Holly had thrown herself into his arms and tentacles repeatedly, a snarl to rival his on her lips as if there was absolutely no saying "no" to her.
That was why he'd allowed her to bargain (there was little bargaining at paw, to be truthful about it) him into bed with her, his marriage bed, when Fyr and Hiss had been out at the movies, watching something that wouldn't have caught his attention all that much anyway. He'd barely had a moment to consider that it was a good thing after all that he had not gone out before she'd been in his arms, bearing him back, kissing him fiercely as her lust grew and grew.
Holly didn't think about what was right or wrong as she hooked her leg around the cougar's, paws on his shoulders, though she had to use the leverage of her body more than she reckoned on to twist and shove him over onto his back. It was a little move that she'd learned in a self-defence class in her last year of high school, all that at her back now. They'd said that she was strong for that sort of training, that she handled herself well, but the truth of the matter was that her thick fur tended to hide her muscle tone well, how she carried herself, the proud and almost cocky tilt of her head and jaw. She'd never needed any help in looking after herself when she'd been a child and neither would she need assistance now that she was an adult either, her tail raised as the cougar under her gasped and grunted, his pale eyes blazing.
On top, she adjusted herself, settling kneeling over his crotch so that she did not have to rise too far off his cock at any given time, simply wanting his prick as deeply up inside her as possible. It was all she wanted, all she craved, and Holly had learned long ago that she had to take what she wanted, sometimes by force, when it was needed. There was no harm in it, of course, not in her eyes, not when the cougar was free at any time to stop fucking her, though that would have turned the little world and life that she had built for herself upside down in a way that she didn't truly want to address.
