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after a fella or two, but it’s never come to anything. How could it? ‘Til now, nobody on this side of the Mississippi knew I was a woman. Nobody alive, anyhow.
I reckon I might as well just play this out on instinct. Caution’s never got me anything but hurt. Gotta take the bull by the horns, gotta grab life—
“Ease off, Six!” He squirms and whimpers, pained. “You’re crushin’ me.”
“Sorry.” I’m glad it’s too dark to see me blush. Makes sense his parts are tender. I try to be more gentle, like I would to my own. I stroke up and down with feathery softness. Saying he relaxed wouldn’t be quite accurate, but he is seeming to enjoy it more. My ears go up, listening to him moan. Funny how when I showed up I was right played out, and now I’ve got more spark than a kettle of java. My heart’s beating against the inside of my chest. And I just can’t seem to sit in a fashion that won’t aggravate my growing fancy for something betwixt my nethers.
He wiggles extra hard as my fingers touch his tip, so I take a moment to give them a proper twirl around the head. This particular maneuver isn’t so dissimilar from clearing the chambers of my guns, so I can do it with a fair bit of speed. I’m thankful my claws aren’t as sharp as most folks’; I’d hate to go damaging the poor lawbat just because it’s my first go. I squeeze my less public muscles at the thought of getting to do this again some time, of doing even more…
“Oh, Six…” He pants, his narrow tongue poking past his little teeth. He tries to speak further on the matter, but instead shudders, wings wrapping tight around me.
“What’s the matter, lawbat? You seem a mite distracted.” I’m mean to tease, but figure I’d better distract him or he’s liable to notice I don’t know the steps to this dance. I speed up, fiddling with that pretty pommel of his.
He squeaks. I move my other paw in and sort of squeeze at his shaft. He’s harder than when I started, the skin of his penis smoother and hotter. I lick my dry lips and kiss him, on the neck this time, since he is breathing pretty hard. I feel I ought to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, but, seeing as how I don’t know any, I just give him a little nuzzle. I feel his bare hind paws brush against my boots.
All of the sudden, his body tenses. He lets out a drawn-out squeak. His hips shift from side to side. His toes grip my boots hard. His penis starts to buck against my paws. Before I can sort out what’s next in this little rodeo, he’s squirting against my palm. It’s wet. Hot. Thick.
I’m taken aback by all this jerking and spurting, so I let go. I hear the soft patter of his cream hitting his wing membranes, each one accompanied by a desperate little eep. He flops down against me, gasping. I freeze, my whole body tense. Pretty soon, he’s done. New as it was to me, I’m a little sad to see this show end.
“Oh… Oh, Six…” He pants against my shoulder for a moment. “That was…whew…”
I’m unsure what to do with the slick seed on my palm, so I squish it between my fingers. It’s warm and squishy and smooth; like nothing I’ve touched before. The air is heavy with his musk now.
Once Blake recovers, he starts in on my ears, kissing them up and down. I’m starting to see what all this fuss is about; having a gentleman getting amorous on your ears is enough to put a hop in any bunny, even if he is a bit sticky. He eases me back against the bed. His wings stroke along my sides, making me squirm. I feel his penis graze my wrist, soft now and still wet against my fur. I want to ask him if I did it right, but he seems pretty keen on me at the moment, so I reckon I was leastwise passable.
If Mama knew what her girl was doing, I haven’t a doubt she’d march right across the Frontier, drag me back to the burrow, and see I never set a paw outside it again. Then again, maybe she’s reckon this bat’d settle me down, that I’d just hitch to his wagon
I reckon I might as well just play this out on instinct. Caution’s never got me anything but hurt. Gotta take the bull by the horns, gotta grab life—
“Ease off, Six!” He squirms and whimpers, pained. “You’re crushin’ me.”
“Sorry.” I’m glad it’s too dark to see me blush. Makes sense his parts are tender. I try to be more gentle, like I would to my own. I stroke up and down with feathery softness. Saying he relaxed wouldn’t be quite accurate, but he is seeming to enjoy it more. My ears go up, listening to him moan. Funny how when I showed up I was right played out, and now I’ve got more spark than a kettle of java. My heart’s beating against the inside of my chest. And I just can’t seem to sit in a fashion that won’t aggravate my growing fancy for something betwixt my nethers.
He wiggles extra hard as my fingers touch his tip, so I take a moment to give them a proper twirl around the head. This particular maneuver isn’t so dissimilar from clearing the chambers of my guns, so I can do it with a fair bit of speed. I’m thankful my claws aren’t as sharp as most folks’; I’d hate to go damaging the poor lawbat just because it’s my first go. I squeeze my less public muscles at the thought of getting to do this again some time, of doing even more…
“Oh, Six…” He pants, his narrow tongue poking past his little teeth. He tries to speak further on the matter, but instead shudders, wings wrapping tight around me.
“What’s the matter, lawbat? You seem a mite distracted.” I’m mean to tease, but figure I’d better distract him or he’s liable to notice I don’t know the steps to this dance. I speed up, fiddling with that pretty pommel of his.
He squeaks. I move my other paw in and sort of squeeze at his shaft. He’s harder than when I started, the skin of his penis smoother and hotter. I lick my dry lips and kiss him, on the neck this time, since he is breathing pretty hard. I feel I ought to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, but, seeing as how I don’t know any, I just give him a little nuzzle. I feel his bare hind paws brush against my boots.
All of the sudden, his body tenses. He lets out a drawn-out squeak. His hips shift from side to side. His toes grip my boots hard. His penis starts to buck against my paws. Before I can sort out what’s next in this little rodeo, he’s squirting against my palm. It’s wet. Hot. Thick.
I’m taken aback by all this jerking and spurting, so I let go. I hear the soft patter of his cream hitting his wing membranes, each one accompanied by a desperate little eep. He flops down against me, gasping. I freeze, my whole body tense. Pretty soon, he’s done. New as it was to me, I’m a little sad to see this show end.
“Oh… Oh, Six…” He pants against my shoulder for a moment. “That was…whew…”
I’m unsure what to do with the slick seed on my palm, so I squish it between my fingers. It’s warm and squishy and smooth; like nothing I’ve touched before. The air is heavy with his musk now.
Once Blake recovers, he starts in on my ears, kissing them up and down. I’m starting to see what all this fuss is about; having a gentleman getting amorous on your ears is enough to put a hop in any bunny, even if he is a bit sticky. He eases me back against the bed. His wings stroke along my sides, making me squirm. I feel his penis graze my wrist, soft now and still wet against my fur. I want to ask him if I did it right, but he seems pretty keen on me at the moment, so I reckon I was leastwise passable.
If Mama knew what her girl was doing, I haven’t a doubt she’d march right across the Frontier, drag me back to the burrow, and see I never set a paw outside it again. Then again, maybe she’s reckon this bat’d settle me down, that I’d just hitch to his wagon
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