♥ Emely's sir ♥

Dustin ran a hand over Emely’s cheek before trailing it around to the zip fastening her outfit. “You’ve had the outdoors, the campfire. Now, for the final part of our date night. I have my plans, but is there anything you’d like me to consider?” he said, slowly teasing at the fastener in his fingers. Emely hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “What is it?” he asked her, pausing a moment before pulling the zipper down causing her breasts to spill free as she replied. “I’d like to please you sir and umm… do you think we could sneak out unnoticed later on?” He blinked at that. “I understand if you don’t want to bring the pride into disrepute, of course!” she added hastily, before smiling as he shook his head. “It’s not a problem. I was debating doing that already; I have a few ideas there, but it depends when we get around to it. You’ll get some time under the stars kitten.”

Emely’s smile lit up the tent as Dustin gently cupped her breasts. “You want to please me huh? In that case, we’ll start slow.” He gestured to his own outfit. “You may undress me.” The Feliax woman nodded, her hands shaking slightly with excitement as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Dustin leaned forward to help her pull it from his arms, and took the opportunity to whisper into her ear. “One more button, and then stop using your hands.” Emely’s eyes flickered to his, before she nodded and reached tentatively to the front of his jeans. With that undone, she started to lower her head, but Dustin caught her and pulled her in for a kiss. “Slowly, I said kitten. Make sure you are taking care.” He said when their lips parted.

The fox woman’s eyes were heavy arousal - unsurprising given how long she had been teased for, and she began to trail kisses down his chest. Leaning back, Dustin sighed. “Better. There’s no need to rush, tonight is about us and we have plenty of time.” Emely murmured something that sounded like an acceptance as she reached the top of his jeans. A moment later and he felt the distinct tug as she took the zipper in her teeth and proceeded to pull it down, whining slightly at the proximity to what she wanted while still being blocked by fabric. Opting to help the fox girl out, Dustin lifted his hips as she released the zipper. “You can finish taking them off with your hands, then it’s back to working without.” He murmured, to a smile of thanks from his lover as she finished tugging his trousers off.

Sitting just in his underwear, Dustin sank back into the loose pile he’d made from the spare bedding and closed his eyes to focus on sensation. Emely seemed to be hesitating at the top of his boxers; he could feel her hot breath on his abdomen, and he guessed she was worried about accidentally catching him if she used her teeth given that his erection was straining the fabric. Sudden dampness followed by the sensation of the night air hitting his cock revealed the Feliax’s solution to the problem. She had hooked her prehensile tongue under the elastic and used it to pull his underwear far enough from his skin that she felt comfortable snagging it with her teeth before tugging downward. As she pulled, Dustin offered no further commands and so his lover slowly shuffled backwards until at last his boxers slipped from his feet and she sat back, looking slightly unsure with the garment dangling from her mouth.

“You can drop those anywhere; there’s a change of clothes for both of us in a bag somewhere around here.” He said, before gesturing at the woman in front of him. “You still appear a little overdressed though love.” Emely nodded and rose to her feet before slowly pulling the zipper he’d already half undone all the way down and stepping out of her outfit. As she hooked her hands into her underwear he raised a hand. “Ah, no. Those can stay on. My pleasure, remember.” Then as the fox girl blushed he beckoned her closer once more. “Speaking of which…” Emely took the hint and lowered herself between his legs, before taking his shaft reverentially in her hand.

She paused for a moment, her mouth hovering just above the head of his cock and looked up at him, eyes sparkling. “May I taste you, patriarch?” She asked. The formality of her language clearly hooked into some of her fetishes and insecurities because no sooner had she said it than she glanced away, blushing furiously. Dustin reached down and gently guided her head back to look at him. “You are perfectly good as you are kitten. And yes, you may.” He said, doing his best to keep his voice level as he reassured her given her hang-ups about her own submissiveness. He was rewarded for his patience with a sudden warmth as she opened her mouth and bobbed her head forward.

Emely hummed happily to herself as she worked his shaft, slowly teasing it further and further down until she reached a comfortable depth and started a more rapid bobbing. As she did so, she slid her tongue out to tease those parts her lips failed to reach. Dustin groaned in pleasure; there was a lot to be said for a blowjob delivered with the passion and reverence that his newest love was giving him. As he looked down, he saw that she was gazing adoringly up at him as she worked, utterly focused on his pleasure. The temptation was very real to just relax into her technique and let her have what she clearly was working towards - but he had other plans for this evening, and while he’d taken one of the synthetic Rabyth enzyme tablets when nobody was watching at dinner, he didn’t want to test it too soon.

With a real effort of will he wrapped his fingers in Emely’s hair; she all too happily took his direction as he bobbed her head a few more times before holding her down a moment longer than she expected. As her eyes widened, he pulled her backwards, his cock popping free from her mouth. “Sir…?” She asked hesitantly, before relaxing as he smiled at her. “I said I had plans for tonight, and seeing as our engineer saw fit to provide you with accessories I feel it only polite we play with them.” Then he stood, caressing her cheek briefly before stepping past and retrieving the spreader bar. “Lie down where I was sitting.”

The fox girl sank into place as Dustin lowered himself to the floor by her legs. It didn’t take long to remove her last item of clothing nor figure out the attachment of the cuffs - simple snap fasteners, although he noted the familiar tech Rye loved for whistle quick-release. Stroking each leg carefully and earning a tender whine from his lover, he locked her ankles in place. Then, sitting back he reviewed his partner. Naked, tails curling out on either side with her legs held comfortably but firmly wide by the long bar between her feet. Her face was flushed with desire, and her lips were still shiny with saliva from the oral stimulation she’d just given him.

Moving carefully he adjusted his position so that he was lying down, his weight holding the bar firmly to the floor. Emely’s eyes grew wide as he leaned forward and slowly kissed her stomach, before glancing up at her. “Tell me when you are close. And no cumming without permission tonight.” Dustin said, before trailing his mouth down in a row of kisses to her sex. The whimper - half delight and half frustration - as she realised that he was firmly in charge and that no end to the teasing of her senses was in sight ended in a gasp as he reached her folds and ran his tongue slowly across them. Then, with great care and putting everything he had learned from their time together into practice, he began to coax her pleasure ever higher.