I want Arabella

You shouldn’t be doing this…Arabella, Gwendolion, and Mikko shouldn’t be used like this, but here you are…

You ask Arabella to sit down with you. She smiles slightly and then follows your commands. In an instant, you can tell her wardrobe is lacking a bra, which entices your morning wood to throb.

Arabella can see the subtle movement under the sheets and smiles somewhat. Then, she stands on her knees and walks over to you with her eyes fixed on yours. The amber of her eyes sparkled with lewd intent as she got closer.

Eventually, she falls forward and kisses you on the lips. A taste of mint joins her saliva as it pools along with your tongue. It isn’t long before the both of you are eagerly exploring each other’s mouths whilst moaning and touching.

Her tail thrashes, making quick motions to left and right as her levels of perverted pleasure bleeds over your senses.

The foxgirl’s soft and delicate skin is squeezed while it is explored by your carefree hands. Little moans puff from her mouth and into yours, muffled by your locked lips as your tongue tangle and dance. Eventually, she reaches between your bodies and inches her slender fingers to your stiff wood.

“Oh...You're so hard from all of this kissing and touching. You really wanted me this morning, didn’t you, Master?” Arabella purrs seductively, breaking the loose strands of resistance you had in your system.

Now without any ****, you lay flat on the bed and have her straddle you. She pushes you all the way down and brings her legs to either side of you as she shimmies slightly. She starts to touch herself just after taking off her shirt. Her fingers bypass her panties just to rub her bud as she works single-handedly to get your throbbing pole out. When she succeeds, she stares at your proud pole and grins at, pleased to see the length of your new master so hard at her touch.

Her grin grows to a complete and toothy smile when she notices your eyes locked onto her fingers as they rub against her. She slides an inch closer and uses her bushy orange tail to wiggle between your legs; its touch is soft; it tickles and gets dangerously close to your testicles. She blows some hair out of her face before she slides her lower half even further up. Now you can feel her tail caressing your balls, shaft, and inner thighs! She’s so close as she fingers herself. You can see the small patches of hair around her pussy, carefully trimmed and shaved patches hiding behind the white fabric of her panties.

Your hands extend out to grab her bare breasts. The sudden contact of your hands upon her mounds makes her amber eyes light up. She looks surprised, almost like she didn't do anything as she teased you. “Be patient~! I’m only playing my role in doing what you want me to do.”

Arabella places her hand on your chest before she leans to kiss you again on the lips. Her rough cat-like tongue wraps around yours, tugging almost awkwardly around yours before she finally lets you go. Her tail continues to tease you, but her actions are a little more strains now that she’s straddling your lap again.

She rides up slightly, closing the distance between you both before she rocks her hips in such a way you feel her pussy, grinding against you. Your precum and her honey mingle into a joined clear lubricant. She bends over and rests her forehead against yours; Her features flush as she becomes increasingly intimate with you. “Are you ready to stick it in me?” Her breath is hot. All you do is nod to the question.

Arabella rubs your dick a little rough now. Her tail whips around, tickling you, so you don’t get comfortable. Once she is satisfied with the face you are making, she pulls away to arch her back, putting her full chest out for display. She grabs your cock and gives it a few pumps. The lubrication from the “natural” fluids makes the friction non-existent. She gives in to your desires, though; in just a few minutes, she’s guiding you into a velvety smooth vagina.

You bring your hands to her waist and pull down on her softly, bringing her to hips as you stretch her lips wide. The penetration process is quick and places your brain on a stove. She feels terrific; something about being inside someone who isn’t entirely human is...unworldly experience, you suppose. You gasp, tightening your grip on her waist. “Gahh~ you feel amazing!”

She watches your cock slip inside of her. Her compliment goes almost unnoticed, but her weak moans don’t. Already, she’s unraveling.

Arabella lets you pick the pace. Your steady thrusts and gentle pulls are met with sharp and sudden gasps from her. Her breaths become labored and increasingly loud. Her ears flick, twitching as her face twists with pleasure. Each thrust you put towards her makes her tits sway and slap together.

Her whole body slides perfectly along yours. Your fat dick breaks her into a grunting fit. A subtle squishing noise erupts beside her cute squeals of joy. “Fuck this pussy! Use it just the way you want to! Oh, my God!! Yes! Yes! Just like that! You feel so good~!!!”

Foxgirl’s moans of pleasure bleed into the room. You just hope it isn’t going anywhere else either. Nonetheless, you continue to violate her hole, using it just how you want to with your erect meat. She purrs against every pass, vibrating your plunged rod, massaging it like a sexual machine.

You work her into motion. Up and down. Up and down. Her tits till swaying and bouncing before your eyes. They’re out for invitation, so you reach out and grope them individually. As your palm squeezes them, she exclaims and grabs your wrist, forcing you to maintain your point of contact. You can feel her hard nipples against your hand’s center. Her eyes are sparkling with hearts, daring you to continue. The more you stroke into her, the more attractive she becomes.

You could have pulled away or commanded her to go of you, but you loved how round and soft her tits were, so you kept kneading them as she lifted and dropped. This was way better than coffee! You thrust into her harder, pushing her to her absolutes.

Her body tenses. She falls forwards, catching herself just in time to be hovering above you. There’s no longer anything keeping your hands on her breasts, but you keep them there as she starts to slur curses. She moans and begins to shake softly. Her already tight walls grip your cock with a little more ****. She doesn’t need to tell you what is happening, but she does so anyway.

“I- I’m cumming~!” She needlessly warns. She sticks her tongue, and her eyes cross upward as her orgasm washes over her. Her mind is dulled to the world and dials to just the cock destroying her mind between her legs. Nothing else mattered...

The sight of her losing control makes all the physical touching seem much more passionate. You knew NSH’s couldn’t get pregnant in normal circumstances, so you didn’t plan on pulling out.

You hold Arabella’s waist, staring at her body as it ripples. Her amber eyes are bright against her flushed face. Her heavy breathing rattles your skull as the squishing noises from your lovemaking echo off the walls. You’re so close...You’re so close...

Her pussy is latched around your cock, but with her fluids running around your member, you are easily able to fuck her as fast as you want; you are about to hit your climax.

You tell her to take over for a second, so she does. Foxgirl pushes you down, grinding her pussy along with your ridge cock; rubbing herself back and forth, massaging your member in every direction. You allow her to do this for what feels like a full hour, but you eventually break and grab her hips to ram yourself into her tight hole, fucking her at your own standards. Her once constant moans are now an endless scream of pleasure unlikely contained to just this room. “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum! Your cock is amazing! You’re so good~!! OH FUCK!”

Moans of pleasure explore from not her, but also you. Her second orgasm closes her gash even tighter around you. This feeling of all of this sends you over too. With one final thrust and groan, you spill out the contents of your balls into her sopping wet vagina. White liquid fills her tunnel. Each hot rope is shot into her deepest depth.

By the time your orgasm passes, Arabella is trembling, hardly able to contain herself. The glee filling her brain comes out in complete expression. She pulls herself up. Puddles of white funk drip and drains from her well-explored gash. She scoops some off her thigh and swallows it. “Much better than coffee, yes?”

You exhale, letting your head bounce on the pillow. Speechless. She crawls beside you, wrapping her body around yours. “Don’t fall back asleep! We still have the whole do ahead of us~.”

Delilah comes to mind. She’d have a cow if she found out you slept with Arabella...You cover your face and then exhale again. “You...you should get cleaned up. We shouldn’t be having sex like this all the time.”

Arabella kisses your cheek. “Whatever you say....Master.” She winks and walks off.