Soft Scales and Soft Fur
by John FCCF Poseyabout 1 hour ago
•long read•hot intensityThe private digital meadow was quiet except for the gentle hum of floating light particles. Veemon stood with his wings half-open, blue scales catching every soft glow. Across from him, Gatomon stretched languidly, white fur pristine, golden rings glinting at her wrists. Both of them were eighteen, grown, and the look they shared left no room for doubt.
She stepped close first. Her gloved hand slid down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, and closed firmly around his cock. It was already half-hard; under her slow strokes it thickened quickly, rising heavy and flushed, the blunt head glistening with a clear bead of precum. She stroked him from base to tip with deliberate pressure, thumb circling the sensitive underside.
“I’ve wanted to taste this,” she said, voice low and warm.
Gatomon sank to her knees on the soft moss. She licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, then opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Warm, slick heat enveloped him as she began to suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling in slow circles. She bobbed her head steadily, taking more of his thick shaft with every pass until her nose brushed the base and her throat worked around him. The wet sounds of oral sex filled the clearing—soft, rhythmic, devoted. One hand stroked what her mouth could not fully take; the other cupped and gently rolled his balls.
Veemon’s claws carefully rested against the back of her head. “Gatomon… that feels incredible.”
She pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lips to the shiny head of his cock. Rising, she turned and dropped to all fours, arching her back so her white-furred rump presented perfectly. Her pussy was already slick and open, the soft folds glistening with arousal.
Veemon moved behind her. He guided the thick head of his cock to her entrance and pushed in slowly, feeling her pussy stretch around every inch until he was buried to the hilt. The wet heat of her clenched and fluttered. He started thrusting in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of scales against fur mixing with her soft moans. One hand gripped her hip; the other reached under to rub firm circles over her clit.
When her legs began to shake he pulled out only long enough to lift her and lay her on her back. He settled between her spread thighs and drove back into her pussy in one smooth thrust. Her legs wrapped high around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back. He fucked her harder now, deeper, grinding against her most sensitive spots with every push. Her claws dug into his shoulders as she came hard, pussy spasming tightly around his cock, a long cry of pleasure leaving her throat.
He held her through it, then rolled them so she straddled him. Gatomon sank down onto his thick cock, taking every inch until she was fully seated. She rode him with rolling hips, palms braced on his chest, breasts moving softly with each motion. He thrust up to meet her, watching the way her pussy stretched around his shaft and the wet sheen of her arousal coating him completely.
“I’m going to come,” he growled.
“Inside me,” she breathed. “Fill me.”
His rhythm broke. He slammed up hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go, and came with a raw, guttural sound. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her pussy in heavy pulses, flooding her completely. Excess creampie spilled out around his still-throbbing shaft, dripping down onto his balls and the moss beneath them. Gatomon kept moving through it, milking every last drop, her own second orgasm rippling through her at the hot, wet feeling of being so thoroughly filled.
They stayed joined for a long while, bodies trembling, breath mingling. Eventually he softened and slipped free, a thick trail of his cum following from her well-used pussy. Gatomon curled against his side, head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his. His wing settled over them both like a protective blanket.
She traced lazy patterns along his scales. “We’re doing this again,” she murmured, already sounding eager.
Veemon kissed the top of her head, still tasting her on his tongue, still feeling the echo of her pussy around his cock. “As many times as you want,” he answered. “All night.”
The light particles drifted gently overhead, and neither of them moved to leave.
She stepped close first. Her gloved hand slid down the hard planes of his chest, over the ridges of his abdomen, and closed firmly around his cock. It was already half-hard; under her slow strokes it thickened quickly, rising heavy and flushed, the blunt head glistening with a clear bead of precum. She stroked him from base to tip with deliberate pressure, thumb circling the sensitive underside.
“I’ve wanted to taste this,” she said, voice low and warm.
Gatomon sank to her knees on the soft moss. She licked a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, then opened her mouth and took the head between her lips. Warm, slick heat enveloped him as she began to suck, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling in slow circles. She bobbed her head steadily, taking more of his thick shaft with every pass until her nose brushed the base and her throat worked around him. The wet sounds of oral sex filled the clearing—soft, rhythmic, devoted. One hand stroked what her mouth could not fully take; the other cupped and gently rolled his balls.
Veemon’s claws carefully rested against the back of her head. “Gatomon… that feels incredible.”
She pulled off with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connecting her lips to the shiny head of his cock. Rising, she turned and dropped to all fours, arching her back so her white-furred rump presented perfectly. Her pussy was already slick and open, the soft folds glistening with arousal.
Veemon moved behind her. He guided the thick head of his cock to her entrance and pushed in slowly, feeling her pussy stretch around every inch until he was buried to the hilt. The wet heat of her clenched and fluttered. He started thrusting in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of scales against fur mixing with her soft moans. One hand gripped her hip; the other reached under to rub firm circles over her clit.
When her legs began to shake he pulled out only long enough to lift her and lay her on her back. He settled between her spread thighs and drove back into her pussy in one smooth thrust. Her legs wrapped high around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back. He fucked her harder now, deeper, grinding against her most sensitive spots with every push. Her claws dug into his shoulders as she came hard, pussy spasming tightly around his cock, a long cry of pleasure leaving her throat.
He held her through it, then rolled them so she straddled him. Gatomon sank down onto his thick cock, taking every inch until she was fully seated. She rode him with rolling hips, palms braced on his chest, breasts moving softly with each motion. He thrust up to meet her, watching the way her pussy stretched around his shaft and the wet sheen of her arousal coating him completely.
“I’m going to come,” he growled.
“Inside me,” she breathed. “Fill me.”
His rhythm broke. He slammed up hard, burying his cock as deep as it would go, and came with a raw, guttural sound. Thick ropes of cum pumped into her pussy in heavy pulses, flooding her completely. Excess creampie spilled out around his still-throbbing shaft, dripping down onto his balls and the moss beneath them. Gatomon kept moving through it, milking every last drop, her own second orgasm rippling through her at the hot, wet feeling of being so thoroughly filled.
They stayed joined for a long while, bodies trembling, breath mingling. Eventually he softened and slipped free, a thick trail of his cum following from her well-used pussy. Gatomon curled against his side, head resting on his chest, one leg draped over his. His wing settled over them both like a protective blanket.
She traced lazy patterns along his scales. “We’re doing this again,” she murmured, already sounding eager.
Veemon kissed the top of her head, still tasting her on his tongue, still feeling the echo of her pussy around his cock. “As many times as you want,” he answered. “All night.”
The light particles drifted gently overhead, and neither of them moved to leave.