♥ Order in the cabin ♥

Dustin stumbled backwards under the impact of the fox woman’s pounce. As he did so, his hands came up to cup her thighs, supporting her weight as they kissed. Moving his hands further round, the brushed up against the base of her tails; the impact on Emely was electric as she broke the kiss to moan. Most of Dustin’s thoughts were in his trousers by that point - being jumped on by an attractive woman will do that - but he retained enough presence of mind to stumble over to his bunk room and hit the door switch, carrying Emely as he did so. Stepping inside and moving his hands further up he carefully extracted himself from the Feliax’s arms, setting her gently back on her feet.

Emely looked at him from under lustfully lidded eyes, but seemed to be waiting for further instruction. Dustin smiled and walked past her, sitting on the edge of his bunk. “Let’s start off with something simple - strip for me.” Emely’s hands flew to her top, and Dustin raised one of his own quickly. “Ah. Slowly. Don’t rush this kitten. Did Meli tell you about the weight humans put on first times or not?” Even as Emely nodded and began to peel her top upwards in a more measured fashion Dustin marvelled at how confident he sounded; he was at least acting far more confidently than he felt which was probably a good thing for the dynamic with his new woman - new submissive, he guessed even as said woman lifted her top higher and revealed her bare chest.

Pulling the top clear of her head, Emely glanced around, trying to decide what to do with it. Dustin decided to try something out and snapped his fingers before pointing at the desk on the far side of the room. “Fold your clothes and put them there. Organization is important.” He’d not been sure how Emely would react, but the fox girl beamed at him, almost skipping across to put her top down. As she bent - far further than she needed to - she glanced back at him while reaching back to undo a button just above her tails. With that done, she moved her hands back to her hips, hooking her thumbs into her trousers. Following his orders and with a painfully slow motion she pulled both them and her underwear down, tails sliding free and revealing the curve of her ass.

Straightening up and moving with the same exaggerated care, Emely folded her remaining clothes and set them neatly on her top before turning and crossing the floor to stand in front of Dustin once more. From a distance she seemed unmoved, but as she closed Dustin could see her barely concealed arousal in her breathing as well as a flush to her skin that was almost but not quite hidden by her red fur. “What is required for you to join the pride exactly, kitten?” he asked, causing Emely to blush again. “Is there a particular act?” he added, as no answer was immediately forthcoming. Emely swallowed and nodded. “Normal… just regular sex, capt… Sir.” She said, adding the last word in a rush to try and cover for her mistake.

Dustin had however spotted it; standing, he moved until he was next to her and ran one hand down her back. Emely’s breath hitched in her throat as his hand approached her tails before he pulled it away, drawing a whine from the woman. “I believe I gave you a command regarding how you address me girl. Since you struggled with that, lets go with a simpler one. Lie down.” As he said it, he gently pushed her towards the bed. Emely half-stumbled forward before her natural reflexes kicked in and she turned it into a graceful pirouette, ending with her lying down on Dustin’s bunk with legs closed and her tails curled upwards towards her soft breasts.

For a moment Dustin regarded her, and then stretched his arms behind his head. “Alright. I’m going to get undressed now. While I’m doing that, you are going to put on a show for me.” Emely looked at him confused for a moment before realization dawned. “Yes sir!” she said eagerly, one hand already sliding towards her lower half. Dustin watched for a moment as the fox girl began to slowly tease herself before turning his attention to undoing the cuffs on his shirt. With those undone, he smiled at Emely’s expression. She’d barely been playing with herself for a moment and already her eyes were fuzzy with lust. “Tell me, is the sensitivity of your tails only when other people play with them?” He mused, beginning to undo the remainder of his top.

Emely’s answer was half-gasped as she slid her fingers inside. “No - ahhh - no sir. It’s the… oh, it’s the same if I…” Dustin cut her off, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “I asked you to put on a show while I undress and you have one hand not doing anything currently. Play with your tails.” Emely moved her free hand hesitantly behind her, sliding her arm down before gasping. In the position she was in, Dustin couldn’t make out what she was doing, but her eyes were wide and the hand between her legs had moved to a blur. Her moans grew in volume, and even as Dustin finished undoing the clasp of his trousers and stepped out of them the fox girl’s legs went rigid and her eyes rolled back in her head.

A moment later, her eyes snapped back into focus and she looked back at Dustin as he smiled down at her for a second before sighing. “I asked you to put on a show while I was getting undressed. I’m still not naked, so…” Emely didn’t bother to wait for him to finish the order, her hands starting to move again as she started to chase her own pleasure once more. For a moment, Dustin just watched, mesmerized by the gasping and moaning woman in front of him before his own arousal caught up and he tugged off his underwear. With those removed, he scrambled onto the bed in between Emely’s spread legs just in time for the Feliax to have another body-shaking orgasm.