Stay in place to see what happens
From Create Your Own Story
The lion purrs. His eyes stay for a long moment on your groin, measuring you visually before travelling upwards to meet your gaze. One of his large hands strokes your thigh, the claws extended just enough to scratch pleasantly.
"You're not a thief." He states, seeming to be thinking a little now that he's more awake. "At least not the bad kind. Did you follow me home from the party?" He bucks his hips slightly, pressing the bulge in his trouser under your tail. He smiles a cocky, lopsided smile. "Wanted something... bigger?"
You imagine for a moment what would happen if you agree. The thought of his undoubtedly large cock and the warm connection of your flesh is a tempting one. So tempting, in fact, that you decide to take him up on the offer. But the chase is half the fun.
"Are you sure I'm the one who's looking for something?" You ask coyly, emphasizing the word 'I'. You lay down on his powerful chest, the fur of your ruffs blends together in a pattern of gold and orange. "Maybe you followed me. Were you looking for something... tighter?"
He purrs and you feel the bulge in his pants bulge a little more. His left hand strays to your tail, and he massages the skin deep beneath the bushy fur. "Oh! Tight. I'll bet you are. What do you say we put my 'big' in your 'tight'?" He lifts his head forward to lick-kiss you, but you dodge the kiss.
You smile mischievously as you dodge his tongue. Pretending to look around your apartment uncertainly you stroke one finger against his massive pectoral muscle. "I don't know. A strange fur in my apartment. How do I know it'll be worth the risk?"
For the first time he looks around and truly notices that it is your home and not his. He droops a little, clearly taking a hit to his confidence. He realizes now that he is indeed the trespasser here. He seems almost ready to apologize and leave for a moment. A very worrisome moment. You don't want him to leave, you just wanted to play with him.
But then you watch his thoughts change again. He considers for a few seconds. His face first seems worried, then upset. But finally he tightens it into one of bravery. False bravado fills his voice as he tries to make the best of his slip-up. "You seem like a risk-taker. Don't tell me you don't want it."
"I do." You say as you grab the zipper of his trousers. You whisk them open and there is a burst of his musk. You can't help but lick your lips at such an arousing scent.
Will you:
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Bushy tail, Foxy beauty, Hard cock |
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Fox | |
