‘Two weeks of hell,’ Denise thought to herself as she walked into the front door of the house she and Michael lived in together. Away for two weeks to become the new director of the CDC and giving interviews and statements. Telling all how she modified the fury virus to be airborne and ensuring a rapid wave of infection; Turning humans into furies, now the dominate sentient form of life on earth. Technically it was Michael’s house as she entered, but she was his mate and had no intention of going anywhere. Tossing her purse on the sofa as she walked by the living room; it was one of the few pieces of her former human past besides her phone that she kept. All of her clothes long gone, but her jewelry not that she needed any was still around. She did contemplate getting her ears pierced again so she could wear her ear rings again. Most of her rings no longer fit her new furry digits, and the necklaces never felt right when she put them on.
But these details were the furthest from the antho tigress’s mind as she sauntered into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of some tropical fruit drink that had a copious amount of mango in it.
“Hmmmmm,” Denise taking a sip; “not bad. Not bad at all,” she comments as she continues to sip. It was then that she noticed how quiet the house was when she got home. Normally the television would be on and Michael in the kitchen preparing some diner for the two of them, but not this time.
“Michael are you home,” Denise putting down the juice as she walks upstairs. Her paw steps silent as she stealth fully walks along the carpeted hallway, passing by Jimmy and Jake’s former rooms; the twin anthro stag-deer furies now have mates of their own and living with them. Jake’s mate already giving birth to fraternal twins; a male charcoal grey fur wolf cub named Dusk and his sister, an anthro doe cub named Dawn. Jimmy’s mate Allison was only a month or less away from the birth of her cub. The Baby shower held prior to her leaving for Washington revealing she was carrying a male anthro cougar cub. Allison mentioning that they already decided to name their cub Jimmy Michael Edward Prouhoof Jr.
“Are you waiting for me in the bedroom,” Denise approaching the master suite. Opening the door and seeing it is dark, she was about to turn on the nearby light switch when she felt, not heard a large presence behind her. Before she could turn around, that large presence already had her on the bed she shared with Michael. Magical silk ropes appeared and wrapped around her wrists and ankles making her lie spread eagle on the bed. Flexing her paws, causing her claws to pop out while her tail pinned below her thrashes and twitches excitedly; the musky scent exuding and arousing her as she watches the large presence step forward.
“Now who is going to grind who in a puddle of orgasmic oblivion?”
The large presence speaking as it steps closer. The little light coming into the room gave Denise a vague silhouette of her mate; a larger anthro stag-deer fury who generally keep his antlers trimmed to a modest four points. Now approaching her and crawling on the bed towards her was a deer fury that had at least a rack sporting eighteen points.
“You have been a naughty kitty,” Michael speaking as his muzzle presses into Denise’s wet entrance; drinking in her scent and causing her to shiver as he exhales deeply, his hot air exciting the sensitive flesh eager for stimulation.
“Such a naughty kitty,” Michael crawling forward; “saying all sorts of things on the television. And you clearly had a tumble or two with other partners while away.”
“This kitty has needs,” Denise whimpering; the anthro tigress clearly turned on by this erotic act of dominance. “Will you satisfy my needs,” Denise staring past her ample breasts; the small gap between her torso and Michael’s giving her a sneak peak of his cervine shaft already pointed at her feline snatch, ready to spread her entrance and invade her most secretive spots.
“Not before I have a little tease first,” Michael whispering as he leans towards one of Denise’s large mammaries; heaving up and down with each breath she took. Opening his maw he makes a play at tugging and teasing the erect nipple; giving it a playful sucking sensation before moving to the next nipple. Repeating the process and causing Denise to buck and squirm as she can now feel the tip of his shaft teasing her entrance with each movement.
“Please,” Denise begging; “fill me with you seed.”
Michael doesn’t answer as he goes from sucking Denise’s nipples to kissing the valley between her breasts; working his way up to her neck before stopping at her muzzle. He smiles before he leans in to kiss her, their tongues dancing in each other’s muzzles. He pulls away before whispering into her ear.
“Naughty kitty needs to beg some more.”
“Please,” Denise whimpering; her pupils fully dilated due to the low light, making her look like a sad cat in need of a good cuddling.
“Good,” Michael grinning; watching Denise’s pained expression go to shocked surprise as he quickly spears her with his rod.
“Ooooooooooo,” Denise screaming as she feels her mate begin to piston in and out of her; his hoof hands on her shoulders as the silk ropes tying her to the bed disappear and she instinctively wraps her arms and legs around her mate, locking the two and making sure he wasn’t going to pull out.
It felt hours while it was only minutes as she felt Michael probe and push deeper into her. Thrusting faster and faster as she felt his fury balls heavy with seed sway and slap her relentlessly. The feeling pushed her closer to her edge as she could feel the tip of his shaft start poking and eventually pushing past her cervix. The sensation caused her to buck and squirm as she tried to grip even tighter. She wanted every bullet he was about to shoot in her.
“Yesssssssssssssss,” Denise screaming as her body spasms; gripping his shaft tightly as it sputters and twitches, the sensation of warm fluid splashing into her womb pushed her past the point of no return as her eyes roll back into her head; sparks forming around her vision as she is rocked with an orgasm to end all orgasm. Michael’s thrusting ceasing as he moans in time to each jet of his virile sperm shooting through his shaft.
“Now you know how backed up I have been while you were away,” Michael collapsing on top of the tigress fury below him.
“Fury blue balls,” Denise half purring and half growling in contentment; the feeling of her mate pumping his thick seed in her hungry womb. “That’s a hell of an appetizer,” She murmurs; “can’t wait for the main course.”
“You are such a naughty kitty,” Michael chuckling as the night of their rutting is just beginning.