Morning sex (w/ Arabella.)

You moisten your lips in odd curiosity before you press them against Arabella’s **** mouth. She protests at first with a small moan.

You shift your weight, press her against the mattress, and **** yourself on top of her as she finally stirs out of her slumber. She pushes back in panic and tries to slap you, but you hold her down and kiss her deeper.

Surprisingly. She wiggles and tries to scream, but you cover her mouth and ask her what the problem is. She relaxes when she hears your voice, so you let go of her mouth.

“Master? What are you doing?!” She lets out a loud whisper.

“Trying to fuck you,” you say. “You were wrapped all around me this morning.”

Arabella murmurs. “Like this? While I was asleep?”

“You’re awake now, aren’t you?”

She thinks, but before she replies. You kiss her again and grab her chest. She squirms and kisses back, her body caving into her desires.

Arabella slithers her tongue out to greet yours. It’s like touching fine sandpaper, but wet and full of life. They tangle for a few seconds as you grope her breasts. She’s bra-less and free for grabbing, so that’s what you do as you make out, also caving into your lust.

You grab her wrists again to pin them to the sheets. She squirms and breaks the kiss. “You don’t have to hold me down. I want to do this too.”

Arabella’s face is pink. You lean down and bite gently down on her neck. Her legs close before she lets out an erotic moan. You can feel her trying to move her arms, but you’re too strong for her to break free.

“M-master~!? What are you doing to me??” She cries out.

You didn’t know. But you liked where it was going. “You want this?”

“Y-yes…but…why?”

“You expected me not to do this while you were grinding up against me? How else should a man react to a beautiful woman slutting herself for him in her sleep.”

“I didn’t mean to!” She cries out but immediately moans again when you press your hardness into her mound in a dry hump. “I was just cold—??”

You kiss her again to shut her up. You let go of her wrist to feel her body. She’s warm, mixed with your heat and now emotions. You explore her torso, but your hands quickly glide down to her waist and then her pajama bottoms to bypass the fabric.

Of course, you find her pussy already dripping with excitement. You finger her few seconds, making her produce some of the sexist sounds you could ever imagine coming out of a girl. “W-wait!! Master!!”

The sloppy sounds of your fingering are loud in the early morning light. You feel her tense, and her legs quiver against your sexual behavior. You curl your fingers and move them roughly inside of her. You feel your face getting warm as you watch Arabella’s face twist in bliss. She feels amazing.

“Fuck,” you exhale and watch her chest as she breathes. Use your other hand and pull her shirt above her boobs, so you watch them. “You’re gorgeous, baby.”

Your compliment makes her entry tighter. She seems to respond to praise pretty well, but when you lean in to suck on her nipples, her pussy clamps down on your fingers. “This is making my head spin~!!”

“Quiet,” you lash her nipple and then massage it, making it impossible for her to obey your commands. “People will hear you if you keep making all those noises. How do you expect me to fuck you if you’re going to wake up the whole tavern?”

“F-fuck me?” She whimpers through joyful tears. “Are you going to take it that far?”

You move slightly to take off your shirt. Next, you pull on her shorts but can only manage to get them off one of her legs before you take off the remainder of your clothes. “Do you want me to?”

“I couldn’t imagine not getting dicked now,” Arabella bashfully admits.

You use Arabella’s juices to lube your cock. It’s warm and full of life. You jerk yourself off with one hand and rub her down with the other. Arabella watches with her arms bent at her sides and her eyes half-closed, apparently having a hard time comprehending she lewded herself far enough for you to fuck her in her sleep.

Without wasting a moment, you position your cock and slip it into her pussy. She tenses and then relaxes with you going down on her, stretching her hole like a cock sleeve waiting to be molded around your length and girth. She lets outs a curse but does nothing to stop you.

The tightness is pleasant, and every pass feels better than the last. Her hole massages every inch that dives in— milking your load as if that’s its only purpose. You adjust your position slightly and push more of your cock into her, piping her hot tunnel as though this was common practice between you two.

Arabella moans, calling out your name while she looks up at you. Her face is burning with lust, and her ears twitch against the wet noises of sex as they echos between the sheets.

You grab her waist and screw into her, going faster now that she’s gotten used to a dick, likely larger than the last ones inside of her, slamming into her. “Fuck! Master! Fuck, fuck, oh yesyes!!”

Your balls slap into her as she bounces your rod. You grow harder, and your motions become more intense. She can’t move, but she wouldn’t even if she could. “Master! Use me! Use me! Fuck, oh my God!!!”

You worry that someone will hear you, so you clamp a hand over her mouth. This seems to give her the ability to scream louder as you continue to throw your hips into her, running your dick in her in quick and repetitive motions. Her muffled screaming and accompanied by her eyes rolling back and her wrapping her legs around you like a sex belt.

Again and again, you fuck her like a sex doll, slamming in your meat while trying to keep her from alerting the whole tavern you’re committing a taboo with a fox girl. You continue ruining her, making her body limp as she experiences a nerve-busting orgasm.

She squirts hot juices around your cock while it explores her depths with veiny rigidness. The screams bleed into the room as your grunts overtake the lewd slaps of sex between your bodies.

You can feel Arabella’s voice bouncing off your palm as you make love to her. You exert energy and hot breath as you draw nearer to your climax. You warn Arabella that you are about to cum, and all she does is obediently nod, probably telling you just to release inside her. There are no chances of getting her pregnant anyway.

Without pause or break, you pull in-and-out of Arabella, fucking her raw as she has orgasm after orgasm. You’ve held your breath to listen to the intense slapping of genders under the sheets as you stretch deeper into her. Your cock throbs with anticipation while your mind swells with sensations almost foreign to you.

Arabella shudders again, arching her back in bliss as countless orgasm shoots through her body. The display of her mind going into a numbed state makes you exhale and pant– finally unable to hold back the build-up of pleasure in your system.

A sharp gasp escapes your mouth as you feel the first shot of white-hot cum shoot into Arabella’s used gash. Her eyes widen before they squint and spill with tears. The tunes of her voice bounce unevenly in her mouth as she lets out a pathetic moan, unable to break the seal of your hand over her mouth.

Her body rides your cock as you release yourself into an NSH for the first time. Seeing Arabella’s reaction lets you know that you’ll have to do this again, perhaps in different positions and in other places other than your room at Tiny’s Tavern.

Arabella becomes limp beneath her. You let go of her mouth to let her breathe. She’s damp with sex and looks tired again. You wipe the tears from her cheeks and brush her red hair to study her closely.

“How was that?”

She sniffs and closes her eyes, filling the warm sensation of your sperm draining from her hole as soon as you pull out of her. “The greatest gift I could have ever gotten from a master as good as you~!”