Furry-Within

The neck had been a sensitive area for the raccoon. So it came as no surprise when that wet nose landed on her throat she felt an involuntary spasm tremble in her nethers, it caused a slow trickle of her juices to bead at her opening. She inhaled sharply and panted her exhale out just as fast, as his talented muscle teased and tantalized her flesh.

But perhaps this was what she deserved, to have her body riddled with waves of desire and her thirst never quenched, to be taken to the brink time and time again, yet never be allowed to dive in. A low steady stream of murrs, light moans and stifled groans trickled from her mouth as she felt his throbbing member caress her slick petal like lips.  She pressed her paws against his chest and slid them northward. They skated across his toned chest and settled around his neck. She whimpered quietly, feeling that heated tip press against and into her loins, slowly spreading those delicate folds as he crept in, but just an inch. The muscle between his teeth would flinch as he gathered it up for a nip, and when she exhaled, a slow groaning pant is what slipped from her lips. She tipped her muzzle up, positioned her mouth to his ear. "What are you waiting for dear?" she whispered her voice alluring and seductive.

"I'm enjoying your lovely shivers dear." *the sloth whispered into her ear, pushing into her more. Those slick folds he found more then inviting as he felt some resistance.

Dare you be a virgin?

"M'lady...do you wish for me to take you?" *he says with a grin. If it was one of the few things that the sloth and him shared it was that they could be patient. For him though, it was to watch the other wait and squirm. And he would take in as much of this as he could. He also wanted to see how long he could keep her in the dream as well. He whispers softly into her neck, trying to see how much of her dream he could recreate* "Is the world to your liking m'lady?" *he says. His hips slowly rolling slowly, making sure to just touch her hymen. If anything though, he was loosing a bit of his focus as those sounds of pleasure left her lips. Running his tongue across her neck as he closed his eyes*

Settle down ole boy...no need to get into it so much.

His breath was warm and welcomed upon her ear, and when his words brushed across its surface, it flicked. "I'll just bet you are." Her tone was light, a bit joking but Marissa knew her lover was fervent. She could feel that throbbing tip pulsing at her entrance, gently stretching the narrow passage. Instinctively her back arched and her pelvis tilted.
Her stomach clenched, her mouth watered, and a secret message traveled from the softest fold between her legs to the deepest whorl of her brain, urging her to answer. "Yesssss..." she panted, her voice but the sputtering flame of a dying candle.

She lifted her muzzle and lapped tenderly on the underside of his chin, a rare sign of submission from the raccoon. She allowed her eyes to slip open as he spoke; they skidded left, and then dodged right. Everything was as it should be. She tipped her head, about to ask if something was wrong but never got the chance.  Her question came out as a soft moaning whine as he rotated those hips enlarging her once more.

If the sloth were at all familiar with female anatomy he would become rapidly aware that the female beneath him was a virgin indeed, but her hymen was obviously malformed. Instead of a thin crescent shaped membrane hung at the base of her vagina, hers almost stretched to cover the entire thing, except for the small hole in the center, about the size of a pea. Her gynecologist had called it a micro perforated hymen, and advised the coon that her "first time" would be a bit more uncomfortable than most, but since it caused her no pain she saw no reason to have it fixed.

Once more her movements mimicked those in the dream, her hips slowly shifting, while her neck craned to the side savoring the lick he afforded it as a bonus.

Hymen...check...

*he grins down at the raccoon as his muzzle lifted. Though him and the sloth shared the same sensitive issue with that spot just below his chin. He handled it much better, simply murring out to her as her tongue left its whispering trail of pleasure there. His hips would stop for just a moment. His muzzle moving to her ear as he whispers* "Surprise..." *giving her just that warning as he pushes deeper. Much deeper. If her hymen survived it he would be shocked. He was looking for a sign. Ready to pull her senses into a world that was much different then what she was in. He would lick his lips, as if preparing for a meal that he had been hungering long for. Eyes looking down at her own. Though with how deep she slept, he wondered if she would even wake at all from this. His head had leaned back a bit, one arm moving to clamp over her muzzle when and if she would try to make a sound when she realized what was going on. It was going to be tricky transitioning her between the dream state and into a false reality. But he had done it before*

Wakey wakey.

She couldn't deny the fact that her companion was behaving rather strangely, even if he was doing things to her that made her body tingle in unimaginable ways. Her paws shifted they moved down to his sides and slowly combed at the fur there. Her ear twitched when he spoke again, the word was strange coming from his mouth. She turned her head to the side endeavoring to unravel the mystery of that single utterance.

The raccoon however never got the chance, no sooner had the second syllable slipped from his lips and she felt like her insides were being torn from her body. She tried to scream but her voice was stuck far down in her throat and came out as a dry gasping noise.

Something was wrong, dreadfully wrong. It wasn't supposed to hurt; at least it never had before. She struggled to rend herself from the nightmare that this was turning into.


Her eyes darted rapidly beneath the thin curtain of flesh concealing them. Although it would appear that she was still in REM sleep the fact could not be farther from the truth. She was searching; probing for a fragment that would lead her to consciousness and when she found that tiny tendril she climbed it. The fog slowly lifted from her brain only to be replaced by an ardent agony thrumming between her thighs. Her back arched upward like a taut bow, the claws of her fingers dug into the meat of his sides.

"Aagghh!" Marissa screamed as his member violated her, ripping the fabric of her virginity aside, spearing into her depths, farther than she though possible. She felt the sticky, blood begin to seep from her torn opening and paint her inner thighs. Her eyes opened and blinked, frantically trying to focus on her surroundings. She could feel an immense weight on top of her, surrounding her like a black shroud. Confused and terrified she lashed out.

Hehehehhee~

*he chuckled, letting his amusement tickle her eardrum. His grasp on her senses had taken another step farther in the direction he wanted. She could kick, scream, bite, and claw at him. But he had her in a delayed sensory reaction state of mind. Testing out some of his older Techniques that he had invented with his abilities years ago. This delayed reaction he put on her would make it seem like it was real time to her, but she was in fact a few seconds behind. A swing with the paw, a lurch of the body, possibly even a quivering wave of pleasure would all be delayed for her.

His hips continued to buck into that slowly growing bloody mess. His muzzle nipping up and down her jawline. His paws moved to her shoulders as he whispers* "Hug your fervent lover~" *he growls, his voice a much more deeper and gravely sounding. His member, throbbing with every time it was pushed within her. His tip would press up against spots within her she hadn't touched with toy or finger. Let alone a male.

Bend the mind, alter the senses, and change the reality...Its like a game of chess and not only do I have all the pieces on the board but have the enemy king nailed down to the board.

A pair of slow moving palms pressed down on her upper arms as he pushes harder now. The wet smack of his groin rolling into her own could be heard as he runs his teeth across the center of her neck. Though she would feel rather sharp canines instead of the normal flat teeth the sloth had*