Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Juujin ❯ Inheritance 2.5 ( One-Shot )
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By: Light hawk 
Keri has some trouble falling asleep until she takes matters into her own hands
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.14.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Keri has some trouble falling asleep until she takes matters into her own hands
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.14.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 507 | Status: Completed
Blaccu-Disclaimer warning: SEXUAL CONTENT COMING!
Note: If you don’t get it, you don’t watch enough Family Guy.
Sub-disclaimer: I don’t own Family Guy, nor am I making any money off of any of their ideas I may or may not have just ripped off. Hell, I’m not making any money off this, not even money in a “not for profit” way.
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It was a little passed midnight, and Keri was still wide awake. The last few days had been exhausting, emotionally and physically, and though her head buzzed with the slight ache of too little sleep, but she just couldn’t manage to drift off. Her mind kept racing, and no amount of tossing and turning could find her a comfortable position on the hotel room bed.
Too much, there had just been too much going on the last couple days. Her estranged sister’s death had dropped an unexpected bundle of responsibility in her lap, and she had been running circles trying to get everything in order. Funeral arrangements had needed to be made; there hadn’t been much in the way of bodies left after the fire, but some remains had been recovered. It had taken an annoying amount of red tape and legal acrobatics to get them transferred out of the city. Keri and her sister hadn’t spoken in almost a decade, but she still wanted to have her only sibling buried close to home.
The financial situation was somewhat easier, though only slightly less tedious. She wanted Tobias to inherit his parent’s accounts and receive the payments from their life insurance policies. Him not being of age yet was a slight stumbling block in that regard, but her attorney had found the proper legal procedures for it. They however were still in the process of being filled out, filed, checked, rechecked, faxed back for correction, resubmitted, and a dozen other little annoyances that such processes inevitably seemed to take.
Then there had been the phone calls, dear god, the phone calls. To her lawyer, to Tobias’s lawyer, to the funeral home director, to bank managers, to a dozen other people who all had some say or needed authorization in the various matters at hand. She’d bled her cell battery to death more times then she could readily recall, and a handful of times she’d nearly crushed the thing in annoyed frustration.
The trip hadn’t been any more pleasant. Keri disliked planes, not because of any problems with flying, but because of everything that went along with public air travel. Airport security had issues with juujin, understandable issues, but frustrating all the same. She couldn’t blame them really, after all letting a juujin onto a plane did sort of make all the efforts security went through to prevent weapons or bombs from getting through somewhat redundant. She supposed she should be grateful no one had yet managed to get juujin banned from air travel, though she knew several groups were trying to. The Humanists in particular had been pushing that issue for a while now.
It did not make it any more pleasant or any less annoying to be put through a thorough, personal go over by security every time she flew though. Even when she wasn’t being treated like a ticking bomb by someone looking for any excuse to deny her access to the plane, it was embarrassing and shameful to be singled out of line and shunted off to a private room to be basically interrogated. And it was all the worse for the looks by many people that seemed to hope she would be denied, and the mingled shock and outrage those same people had when she was allowed on through.
The flight itself was hardly much better. Even flying first class, it was a tight fit for her. Being over a foot taller than average and with a frame scaled to that height, she filled up even the relatively spacious seating of first class, and she had no leg room to speak of. And she still had to deal with the looks, with people shocked, or appalled, or downright scared at the idea of sharing a flight with a juujin on board. More than once her mere presence had caused someone to get right back off the plane. She’d even had one overblown gasbag demand the flight crew eject her from the flight, that he wasn’t about to risk flying with a “dangerous animal” on board.
Sadly though, the unfriendly attitude was still more tolerable than the friendly ones she got. She could ignore the looks, the whispers, the way people would abandon the seats immediately around her. It was much harder to ignore the idiots who sat down right next to her and spent the whole flight trying, sometimes without much or any preamble otherwise, to talk their way into her pants. The idea of a juujin who did not just freely hand out sex to anyone who asked for it seemed a lost concept on some, and no amount of simple denial managed to get through to the worst of them.
She hadn’t yet really hurt anyone for trying to grope her uninvited, but she had left some impressive finger shaped bruises on a couple arms. Fortunately, no one had yet tried to sic an air marshal on her for that, probably because they didn’t want to have it announced to everyone within earshot just why she had threatened to remove one of their limbs. It was probably just a matter of time though. Keri found herself wondering just what a private jet and crew would set her back.
All of that wasn’t the real reason she couldn’t sleep though, or at least, not the primary reason. As much as she tried to distract herself from it, Keri could not get her mind off of Aras and Tobias. She should have seen it coming, Aras wasn’t particularly picky, and Tobias was a good enough looking guy, if a bit young. Keri wasn’t really surprised that Aras would choose to alleviate her boredom with a few hours of sex, but she hadn’t expected the catgirl to go after her nephew, and then have the gall to rub it in her face afterwards!
She sighed and turned onto her back, shoving the pillows aside. Her head listed to one side slightly, and she stared at one corner of the room where the ceiling met the wall. Her feline eyes easily gathered in the scant light in the room, and pierced the shadows readily enough. Not that there was anything to look at, the joining angles no more interesting than pitch blackness would have been, and just as useless in preventing her thoughts from continuing on.
It was the scent that truly bothered her, because try as she might, she could not deny the way even the memory of it shot right to the more primal parts of her mind. The smell of Aras and Tobias’s coupling had sent a jolt through her body that had half paralyzed her, if only for a second. Shock and indignation had been met in equal parts with lust and excitement, and she couldn’t make herself believe it had all been directed at Aras.
Keri knew the catgirl’s scent well enough; their employer/employee relationship had restricted the number of times they’d fooled around, but she’d gotten the animal programming to go with her enhanced sense of smell when she’d thresholded. Her memory for scents was even better then for sight, and she knew the smell of Aras’s excitement. She also knew how much of a reaction she normally got from it, and she was well passed that point.
A slow flush of warmth spread through her as Keri let herself think on Tobias’s scent. There was no point in denying the base, animalistic emotion it brought out in her. It was the smell of a man in the grip of heated lust, something she hadn’t really been exposed to for some years now. Not since she’d really gotten serious with Sissy. It was a smell programmed by countless generations of evolution to elicit desire, to ramp up the sex drive and kick the breeding instinct into gear, and Keri’s juujin enhanced senses only made it hit her all the harder.
That was all it was though, that was all she would let herself accept it was. Just her body reacting to something it was meant to respond to, regardless of the source. It’d just been too long since she’d last really experienced that particular scent, too long since she’d last been around a man who’s lust wasn’t tainted by him pushing his advances on her in an unwelcome fashion. This smell was pure, simple, primal, and it left her flustered and longing.
Keri kicked the blankets off the bed, suddenly too hot. Fabric tore with the motion, but Keri ignored it as she writhed with restless energy. Her skin tingled with the desire to be touched, and she couldn’t stop herself from running hands over her own body.
“This is stupid,” Keri breathed to herself. “Why are you fighting this? It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just dumb, unthinking instinct. It has nothing to do with...with him personally.” She ran a hand over one breast, letting out a soft moan as she squeezed gently. “You can’t sleep like this. Just got to take the edge off, that’s all...” Her thumb and fore finger pinched the curved metal of her nipple piercing, rolling it in a slow circle that made her hips twitch. “Take the edge off,” she whispered.
Keri hiked her slim sleep shirt up over her chest, the night air seeming amazingly cool against the flaring heat of her body. The blunted little devil horns that capped either end of her piercings stood upright along with the sensitive flesh they ran through. Her fingers lavished attention on those perky points, and Keri squirmed with the sensation.
She closed her eyes, focusing her attention inward, letting herself enjoy her body. Simple, basic, physical pleasure slowly ate away at her worries, her thoughts, her plans and concerns for the greater complexities of life. Keri’s hands played and roamed across her body, and her mind emptied in primal bliss.
One hand drifted slowly down the length of her torso, fingers roaming until they crossed over the smooth fabric of her panties. Her hips rocked lightly in a pure instinctual reaction as she touched herself, fingers gliding back and forth across the sensual skin beneath. She sucked in a deep breath, a whimpering moan escaping with it as she breathed out.
The breaths came faster and deeper as her fingers fell into a steady, regular rhythm, the whimpers growing louder as she pressed harder and harder through her underwear. Her hips bucked and writhed in sporadic reactions to the rise and fall of the physical pleasure, muscles tensing in rolling waves with the peaks. Her fingers grew damp as she slowly soaked through the fabric.
Keri shuddered, air rushing out of her lungs in a stuttering gust as a small spike of pleasure hit her. The mini-orgasm was nice, but hardly sating, and she groaned in impatient frustration. She needed more, a lot more, and she needed it right now!
She rolled over, reaching one arm over the bed, and hooked her fingers through a strap on her luggage. She hauled the bag to her, nearly tearing off one of the zippers as she hastily opened one of the outer pouches. She withdrew a straight, cylindrical device from the side pocket, some ten inches in length and a pair wide. It was smooth metal, flat on one end and rounded on the other, with the flat end containing a rotating dial along the edge. The silver length of it was plain save for a single adornment, a few red lines near the base that gave the impression of an eagerly excited face.
The toy had been a gift from Aras a few years back, a birthday present she’d given to Keri along with a lewd card containing a hand written poem suggesting some rather explicit ideas for its use. Of course the little hellraiser had packaged it in an unassuming box, and hand delivered it to Keri at a time and location as to ensure as many people as possible were present and watching when she’d opened it.
She had gotten back at Aras for that one though. The sex toy was a fair size for Keri, but it had been rather a tight fit when she’d surprised the smaller catgirl with it during one of their infrequent romps a few months later. The look on Aras’s face when Keri had suggested where else she was going to stick the oversized toy was matched only by the dark skinned juujin falling off the bed backing away from her. They’d both laughed about it, both then and later, though Keri noted that Aras since tended to keep an eye on the bigger catgirl’s hands whenever they did fool around.
Those memories and others associated with the toy went right through Keri’s mind without thought or consideration. She was too wound up to reminisce, and she’d barely even gotten the toy free of the bag before she spun the dial on the end, coaxing it to life. The stout little motor inside the metal casing hummed, then buzzed, then nearly rumbled as Keri spun it right up to the max setting. She didn’t know where Aras had found the thing, but she’d never even heard of a vibrator that ran on nine volt batteries before she’d been given this one.
She gave the toy a flip, grasping it under handed, and snapped the waistband on her panties trying to take them off with one hand. She hissed and just ripped the remains away, tossing them aside. She then took the closest thing she had to a man in her life, and shoved it as deep into herself as she could take.
The vibrations blew through her in an instant, and Keri shrieked out a lust filled gasp as she came on the spot. She practically vibrated herself as her body writhed and squirmed in mindless enjoyment of the pleasure. The bed creaked loudly as her hips came up and slammed back down solidly.
She rode the orgasm right into another, twisting and moaning on the bed, tearing the sheets clean free of the mattress and scattering the pillows onto the floor. Her eyes half rolled back in her head, eye lids fluttering. Her body rocked, sweat dampening her short fur, one hand roaming with unrestricted vigor, squeezing and tweaking and rubbing. The other was planted firmly between her legs, palm pressed hard against the flat base of the marvelous little device that had her sex drive thrumming.
Keri rolled over, propping herself up on knees and one elbow. She seized the end of her toy and pulled it out until just the tip remained in contact with her, resting the hyperactively buzzing device against the wonderfully sensitive spot just within her opening. Her body rocked with the desperate, air sucking gasps of her lungs. Small, mewling moans escaped from her throat, only partly muffled by the thick mass of her violet hair as it fell half across her face.
Pleasure exploded through her body, a blast of pure physical delight that set her nerves tingling, through her stomach and chest, up and down her limbs, right on to the tip of her tail. Her ears laid back flat on her head, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming her enjoyment as her body locked up, toes curling, eyes shut tight.
Keri collapsed to one side, almost rolling off the narrow bed. Gasping and panting, sweat slicked, she shoved her toy back inside herself. Her body tried to squirm away from the sensation, still overly sensitive after her last orgasm, but she fought it down. The pleasure was all but unbearable, leaving her light headed and dizzy, but she only pressed the device deeper, squeezing her insides around it.
The sensation that followed was something different, dull but deep, and slow to build. Slowly, very slowly, the nerve grating over stimulation gave way, and physical enjoyment flared like coals being fanned back to life. It built up inside her, pushing against her, pleasure like a weight settling over her. Keri tensed, muscles tightening, feeling like springs compacting, ready to slip loose at any moment.
The release wasn’t the explosions of earlier, but a strong, steady rush of pleasure eruption. It flowed over and through her, setting her fur upright as her flesh prickled. Her mouth gaped open, but no sound came out save a few faint whispers of air. Her body shook as every muscle seized up tight, and then everything went completely and utterly limp.
Keri melted into the bed, slight tremors running down her leaden limbs. She barely managed to thumb her toy off and pull it free, not even having the energy to do anything more with it. Her eyes tried to flutter open once, but never even made it half way. Mind empty, body sated, and exhausted mentally and physically, Keri dropped off the sleep before the last slight twinges of pleasure had stopped dancing across her nerves.
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Notes: I really have no idea if they do make vibrators that run off 9v batteries. That just seemed as much oomph as I figured I could pack into a sex toy before things got too absurd.
Special Thanks to bsmart for all the work he’s done so that all the work I’ve done is the best it can be.
Juujin@yahoo groups : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Juujin/
If you have something to say, email me, I’ll listen : wffan1@aol.com
Note: If you don’t get it, you don’t watch enough Family Guy.
Sub-disclaimer: I don’t own Family Guy, nor am I making any money off of any of their ideas I may or may not have just ripped off. Hell, I’m not making any money off this, not even money in a “not for profit” way.
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It was a little passed midnight, and Keri was still wide awake. The last few days had been exhausting, emotionally and physically, and though her head buzzed with the slight ache of too little sleep, but she just couldn’t manage to drift off. Her mind kept racing, and no amount of tossing and turning could find her a comfortable position on the hotel room bed.
Too much, there had just been too much going on the last couple days. Her estranged sister’s death had dropped an unexpected bundle of responsibility in her lap, and she had been running circles trying to get everything in order. Funeral arrangements had needed to be made; there hadn’t been much in the way of bodies left after the fire, but some remains had been recovered. It had taken an annoying amount of red tape and legal acrobatics to get them transferred out of the city. Keri and her sister hadn’t spoken in almost a decade, but she still wanted to have her only sibling buried close to home.
The financial situation was somewhat easier, though only slightly less tedious. She wanted Tobias to inherit his parent’s accounts and receive the payments from their life insurance policies. Him not being of age yet was a slight stumbling block in that regard, but her attorney had found the proper legal procedures for it. They however were still in the process of being filled out, filed, checked, rechecked, faxed back for correction, resubmitted, and a dozen other little annoyances that such processes inevitably seemed to take.
Then there had been the phone calls, dear god, the phone calls. To her lawyer, to Tobias’s lawyer, to the funeral home director, to bank managers, to a dozen other people who all had some say or needed authorization in the various matters at hand. She’d bled her cell battery to death more times then she could readily recall, and a handful of times she’d nearly crushed the thing in annoyed frustration.
The trip hadn’t been any more pleasant. Keri disliked planes, not because of any problems with flying, but because of everything that went along with public air travel. Airport security had issues with juujin, understandable issues, but frustrating all the same. She couldn’t blame them really, after all letting a juujin onto a plane did sort of make all the efforts security went through to prevent weapons or bombs from getting through somewhat redundant. She supposed she should be grateful no one had yet managed to get juujin banned from air travel, though she knew several groups were trying to. The Humanists in particular had been pushing that issue for a while now.
It did not make it any more pleasant or any less annoying to be put through a thorough, personal go over by security every time she flew though. Even when she wasn’t being treated like a ticking bomb by someone looking for any excuse to deny her access to the plane, it was embarrassing and shameful to be singled out of line and shunted off to a private room to be basically interrogated. And it was all the worse for the looks by many people that seemed to hope she would be denied, and the mingled shock and outrage those same people had when she was allowed on through.
The flight itself was hardly much better. Even flying first class, it was a tight fit for her. Being over a foot taller than average and with a frame scaled to that height, she filled up even the relatively spacious seating of first class, and she had no leg room to speak of. And she still had to deal with the looks, with people shocked, or appalled, or downright scared at the idea of sharing a flight with a juujin on board. More than once her mere presence had caused someone to get right back off the plane. She’d even had one overblown gasbag demand the flight crew eject her from the flight, that he wasn’t about to risk flying with a “dangerous animal” on board.
Sadly though, the unfriendly attitude was still more tolerable than the friendly ones she got. She could ignore the looks, the whispers, the way people would abandon the seats immediately around her. It was much harder to ignore the idiots who sat down right next to her and spent the whole flight trying, sometimes without much or any preamble otherwise, to talk their way into her pants. The idea of a juujin who did not just freely hand out sex to anyone who asked for it seemed a lost concept on some, and no amount of simple denial managed to get through to the worst of them.
She hadn’t yet really hurt anyone for trying to grope her uninvited, but she had left some impressive finger shaped bruises on a couple arms. Fortunately, no one had yet tried to sic an air marshal on her for that, probably because they didn’t want to have it announced to everyone within earshot just why she had threatened to remove one of their limbs. It was probably just a matter of time though. Keri found herself wondering just what a private jet and crew would set her back.
All of that wasn’t the real reason she couldn’t sleep though, or at least, not the primary reason. As much as she tried to distract herself from it, Keri could not get her mind off of Aras and Tobias. She should have seen it coming, Aras wasn’t particularly picky, and Tobias was a good enough looking guy, if a bit young. Keri wasn’t really surprised that Aras would choose to alleviate her boredom with a few hours of sex, but she hadn’t expected the catgirl to go after her nephew, and then have the gall to rub it in her face afterwards!
She sighed and turned onto her back, shoving the pillows aside. Her head listed to one side slightly, and she stared at one corner of the room where the ceiling met the wall. Her feline eyes easily gathered in the scant light in the room, and pierced the shadows readily enough. Not that there was anything to look at, the joining angles no more interesting than pitch blackness would have been, and just as useless in preventing her thoughts from continuing on.
It was the scent that truly bothered her, because try as she might, she could not deny the way even the memory of it shot right to the more primal parts of her mind. The smell of Aras and Tobias’s coupling had sent a jolt through her body that had half paralyzed her, if only for a second. Shock and indignation had been met in equal parts with lust and excitement, and she couldn’t make herself believe it had all been directed at Aras.
Keri knew the catgirl’s scent well enough; their employer/employee relationship had restricted the number of times they’d fooled around, but she’d gotten the animal programming to go with her enhanced sense of smell when she’d thresholded. Her memory for scents was even better then for sight, and she knew the smell of Aras’s excitement. She also knew how much of a reaction she normally got from it, and she was well passed that point.
A slow flush of warmth spread through her as Keri let herself think on Tobias’s scent. There was no point in denying the base, animalistic emotion it brought out in her. It was the smell of a man in the grip of heated lust, something she hadn’t really been exposed to for some years now. Not since she’d really gotten serious with Sissy. It was a smell programmed by countless generations of evolution to elicit desire, to ramp up the sex drive and kick the breeding instinct into gear, and Keri’s juujin enhanced senses only made it hit her all the harder.
That was all it was though, that was all she would let herself accept it was. Just her body reacting to something it was meant to respond to, regardless of the source. It’d just been too long since she’d last really experienced that particular scent, too long since she’d last been around a man who’s lust wasn’t tainted by him pushing his advances on her in an unwelcome fashion. This smell was pure, simple, primal, and it left her flustered and longing.
Keri kicked the blankets off the bed, suddenly too hot. Fabric tore with the motion, but Keri ignored it as she writhed with restless energy. Her skin tingled with the desire to be touched, and she couldn’t stop herself from running hands over her own body.
“This is stupid,” Keri breathed to herself. “Why are you fighting this? It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just dumb, unthinking instinct. It has nothing to do with...with him personally.” She ran a hand over one breast, letting out a soft moan as she squeezed gently. “You can’t sleep like this. Just got to take the edge off, that’s all...” Her thumb and fore finger pinched the curved metal of her nipple piercing, rolling it in a slow circle that made her hips twitch. “Take the edge off,” she whispered.
Keri hiked her slim sleep shirt up over her chest, the night air seeming amazingly cool against the flaring heat of her body. The blunted little devil horns that capped either end of her piercings stood upright along with the sensitive flesh they ran through. Her fingers lavished attention on those perky points, and Keri squirmed with the sensation.
She closed her eyes, focusing her attention inward, letting herself enjoy her body. Simple, basic, physical pleasure slowly ate away at her worries, her thoughts, her plans and concerns for the greater complexities of life. Keri’s hands played and roamed across her body, and her mind emptied in primal bliss.
One hand drifted slowly down the length of her torso, fingers roaming until they crossed over the smooth fabric of her panties. Her hips rocked lightly in a pure instinctual reaction as she touched herself, fingers gliding back and forth across the sensual skin beneath. She sucked in a deep breath, a whimpering moan escaping with it as she breathed out.
The breaths came faster and deeper as her fingers fell into a steady, regular rhythm, the whimpers growing louder as she pressed harder and harder through her underwear. Her hips bucked and writhed in sporadic reactions to the rise and fall of the physical pleasure, muscles tensing in rolling waves with the peaks. Her fingers grew damp as she slowly soaked through the fabric.
Keri shuddered, air rushing out of her lungs in a stuttering gust as a small spike of pleasure hit her. The mini-orgasm was nice, but hardly sating, and she groaned in impatient frustration. She needed more, a lot more, and she needed it right now!
She rolled over, reaching one arm over the bed, and hooked her fingers through a strap on her luggage. She hauled the bag to her, nearly tearing off one of the zippers as she hastily opened one of the outer pouches. She withdrew a straight, cylindrical device from the side pocket, some ten inches in length and a pair wide. It was smooth metal, flat on one end and rounded on the other, with the flat end containing a rotating dial along the edge. The silver length of it was plain save for a single adornment, a few red lines near the base that gave the impression of an eagerly excited face.
The toy had been a gift from Aras a few years back, a birthday present she’d given to Keri along with a lewd card containing a hand written poem suggesting some rather explicit ideas for its use. Of course the little hellraiser had packaged it in an unassuming box, and hand delivered it to Keri at a time and location as to ensure as many people as possible were present and watching when she’d opened it.
She had gotten back at Aras for that one though. The sex toy was a fair size for Keri, but it had been rather a tight fit when she’d surprised the smaller catgirl with it during one of their infrequent romps a few months later. The look on Aras’s face when Keri had suggested where else she was going to stick the oversized toy was matched only by the dark skinned juujin falling off the bed backing away from her. They’d both laughed about it, both then and later, though Keri noted that Aras since tended to keep an eye on the bigger catgirl’s hands whenever they did fool around.
Those memories and others associated with the toy went right through Keri’s mind without thought or consideration. She was too wound up to reminisce, and she’d barely even gotten the toy free of the bag before she spun the dial on the end, coaxing it to life. The stout little motor inside the metal casing hummed, then buzzed, then nearly rumbled as Keri spun it right up to the max setting. She didn’t know where Aras had found the thing, but she’d never even heard of a vibrator that ran on nine volt batteries before she’d been given this one.
She gave the toy a flip, grasping it under handed, and snapped the waistband on her panties trying to take them off with one hand. She hissed and just ripped the remains away, tossing them aside. She then took the closest thing she had to a man in her life, and shoved it as deep into herself as she could take.
The vibrations blew through her in an instant, and Keri shrieked out a lust filled gasp as she came on the spot. She practically vibrated herself as her body writhed and squirmed in mindless enjoyment of the pleasure. The bed creaked loudly as her hips came up and slammed back down solidly.
She rode the orgasm right into another, twisting and moaning on the bed, tearing the sheets clean free of the mattress and scattering the pillows onto the floor. Her eyes half rolled back in her head, eye lids fluttering. Her body rocked, sweat dampening her short fur, one hand roaming with unrestricted vigor, squeezing and tweaking and rubbing. The other was planted firmly between her legs, palm pressed hard against the flat base of the marvelous little device that had her sex drive thrumming.
Keri rolled over, propping herself up on knees and one elbow. She seized the end of her toy and pulled it out until just the tip remained in contact with her, resting the hyperactively buzzing device against the wonderfully sensitive spot just within her opening. Her body rocked with the desperate, air sucking gasps of her lungs. Small, mewling moans escaped from her throat, only partly muffled by the thick mass of her violet hair as it fell half across her face.
Pleasure exploded through her body, a blast of pure physical delight that set her nerves tingling, through her stomach and chest, up and down her limbs, right on to the tip of her tail. Her ears laid back flat on her head, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming her enjoyment as her body locked up, toes curling, eyes shut tight.
Keri collapsed to one side, almost rolling off the narrow bed. Gasping and panting, sweat slicked, she shoved her toy back inside herself. Her body tried to squirm away from the sensation, still overly sensitive after her last orgasm, but she fought it down. The pleasure was all but unbearable, leaving her light headed and dizzy, but she only pressed the device deeper, squeezing her insides around it.
The sensation that followed was something different, dull but deep, and slow to build. Slowly, very slowly, the nerve grating over stimulation gave way, and physical enjoyment flared like coals being fanned back to life. It built up inside her, pushing against her, pleasure like a weight settling over her. Keri tensed, muscles tightening, feeling like springs compacting, ready to slip loose at any moment.
The release wasn’t the explosions of earlier, but a strong, steady rush of pleasure eruption. It flowed over and through her, setting her fur upright as her flesh prickled. Her mouth gaped open, but no sound came out save a few faint whispers of air. Her body shook as every muscle seized up tight, and then everything went completely and utterly limp.
Keri melted into the bed, slight tremors running down her leaden limbs. She barely managed to thumb her toy off and pull it free, not even having the energy to do anything more with it. Her eyes tried to flutter open once, but never even made it half way. Mind empty, body sated, and exhausted mentally and physically, Keri dropped off the sleep before the last slight twinges of pleasure had stopped dancing across her nerves.
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Characters
K eri
Gets her own mini-chapter.
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Notes: I really have no idea if they do make vibrators that run off 9v batteries. That just seemed as much oomph as I figured I could pack into a sex toy before things got too absurd.
Special Thanks to bsmart for all the work he’s done so that all the work I’ve done is the best it can be.
Juujin@yahoo groups : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Juujin/
If you have something to say, email me, I’ll listen : wffan1@aol.com