PrefaceThis was a good one...and a long one. I believe we spent close to eight hours writing this role play, but it was so worth it. Vixxen, being the biker babe that she is, typically wears black...and leather...and black leather. A lot of black. Sometimes red. Never pink, or purple, or pastels. But... Zuriel has particular tastes that turn him on and he begged me to wear this outfit for him, so I complied, but I felt like cotton candy in it. And so the title of this story was born.
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Cotton CandyVixxen Rainbow walked up to find you lying on the dock, so she grinned and straddled your waist, settling down on your butt. "Seems someone is still wanting that massage..."
Zuriel Bedlam lifted a brow at the touch of you straddling him on the dock, smiling as he settled in and paused a moment. Lifting to drag his shirt off so your hands could touch his bare skin, he replies, "Mmm I'll take it..."
Vixxen smiled with so much adoration her cheeks hurt as she rested her hands on your broad shoulders and slid them down the sides along your spine, pressing firmly but gently all the way to the small of your back. Twisting her hands, she guided the balls of her hands--palms-first--back up, leaning into the massage until she hit your shoulders. Her hands turned again to press her fingers over the front and started at your neck, rubbing and pressing along the muscles to your arms.
Zuriel moaned, but it was not the sound you were used to hearing, the low groan instead showing his pleasure at your hands starting to work expertly on his muscled frame. He could not help but chew his lower lip, writhing a little under your ass until he had you sitting perfectly on his backside with your slender hands stroking his sore body. He felt like he had been beat up yesterday and couldn't fathom the reasons why. He pressed his ass up just a little to feel the warmth of your thighs hugging him to the pillow. "Now this I could obviously get used to..."
Vixxen's shoulders shook with her quiet laughter while shaking her head at you, but the love still shone in her eyes bright as the stars. Her thumbs pressed in hard, making semicircles as her hands inched their way back over your shoulders to your neck, then she gave a gentle squeeze and glided her thumbs right up along the two taut muscles at the back of your neck to your skull. Her fingers splayed out along the edge of your skull and pressed inwards, drawing the pressure from your ears to the nap of your neck before slipping back down to your shoulders. Resting there a moment, she leaned in and brushed her lips against your ear, breathing out "I would do this for you every day if it helped you to relax, to feel better, baby. I know how much I love it, so I enjoy doing it for others to make them feel good, too, and there is no one I want to bring pleasure to more than you." She placed a soft, butterfly kiss on your ear then nipped the lobe between her lips before rising back to settle on your back, drawing her hands once again along your spine, working the tension from your muscles.
Zuriel laid there entranced as your fingers worked the back of his neck, trilling low in his throat when your thumbs found the base of his skull. He felt you lean over him so he slipped one hand down, tugging off his spiked belt to give your lovely ass a better spot to sit without being poked by the metal adorning his clothing. By the time you nipped his ear, he grinned almost wickedly and wriggled down to the dock to let you toy with him a little while. Not like he minded every little thing you did for him, showing the love there as bright as your smile when you relaxed with nothing but the touch of your hands and the subtle suckle of your lips at his ear. When your ass perched easily on his butt from the lack of a spiked belt making it uncomfortable, he felt you settle your cheeks right over his and the touch brought a smile to his lips. Settling down fully to let you rub him a bit longer, his mind worked through the muddling sensations of your hands easing his aches. "Mmm... Baby, you have no idea how much I love this."
Vixxen closed her eyes with a smile, tilting her head with a little shrug, though her hands never stopped kneading your muscles. "Mm... I think I have an inkling." With your belt gone, she felt the soft leather of your pants brushing between her legs, the curves of your butt pressing into her own, and she couldn't resist giving a little grind down against it, letting you feel the natural heat between her legs on the small of your naked back. Hands slipped down around your sides massaging your rib cage and she leaned into you, pressing her ample breasts against your shoulder blades, intentionally letting you feel the fullness mashing against you. Her body rolled in a wave, swirling them on your back while at the same time her pelvis ground over your ass like she was massaging your body with her own. "I love it, too, because I love making you happy."
Vixxen actually felt her heart swell in her chest at the love pouring from your words and your kiss. Damned if you didn't completely knock down every barrier she had so carefully erected over her lifetime and she wouldn't change a second of it. You were everything she needed in life and she would never want for anything more. Those big, strong hands wrapped around her hips and she closed her eyes, laughing mostly to herself as you dragged her back over your face. Resting her hands on your chest, she lifted that plump ass and swirled it over your head, teasing you with a glimpse of what lie under that neon skirt, but not yet letting you touch it. "Is there something that you wanted, love? Perhaps a taste of cotton candy?" She gyrated her hips right over your mouth, taunting you with a sly grin on her face, though she knew it was a battle she wouldn't win.
Vixxen let out a little yelp, feeling that big hand smacking the bare cheek of her ass. She turned to look at it as if she could mockingly scold you by looking at your hand, but then she felt the push upwards and, taking the hint, she rose up slightly. Feeling the brush of your fingers against her hips as they curled into her panties, she smirked knowingly to herself as you tugged them down her legs. Already there was a small, dark stain in the crotch, so when you pulled them from her pussy the open air breathed against her damp nether lips with a chilled kiss. Her legs splayed wide as you dragged her back down, and those glistening lips perched just above your own, the scent of her filling your nose as she rested her hands back on your chest. She could feel your breath caressing her folds and her mouth parted to let out a sigh. But just as it started she felt the soft, teasing warmth of your tongue just barely grazing her nether lips and she gasped, her whole body jerking in mixed surprise and pleasure, and she purred like a kitten as her ass started swirling over you once more. "Mmmm... more. I want more of that..."
Vixxen could barely sit still. In fact, she couldn't sit still at all. The feel of your tongue teasing over her ass widened her eyes for a bit, but she couldn't deny that it felt amazing. Still, when you licked up one side of her pussy and down the other, stopping only to draw her clit between your lips, she couldn't keep from moving. The only thing keeping her within reach of your mouth was the grip your hands had on her hips. Vixxen's fingers curled over your stomach and she dragged her nails over your skin to your chest as she groaned. "Oh dear fucking god, Zuriel.... Ssssshit! That feels so fucking amazing, baby." You had her so worked up already that the fluids were trickling freely. Grinding herself down against you mouth, she left a sheen on your cheeks and chin, spreading her own scent everywhere on your face. Every little breath she fought to draw was punctuated by a tiny whimper, and every one of those sounds was accompanied by a rolling jab of her hips over your face until she was bucking against your tongue in quick little bursts.
Zuriel wanted to say something but his mouth was occupied. He loved it, though, and that tongue flicked in a battering lift over your clit that tapped wet flesh together. Your nails down his chest, however, stymied his licking tongue in a rising curl that dipped between your lips until you were writhing on his stretched out muscle probing between your glistening folds already leaking down his chin and cheeks. One hand drifted to the side and you felt him fumbling with the buckle straps of your skirt. After only a few moments the cloth grew loose on your frame and again both hands swept in against your ass to push you up in a long stretch of your legs and wet lips sliding off his tongue. He let your clothing fall down those lovely legs and with his grip on your hips renewing, he jerked you right back down onto his tongue poking straight up from his mouth, giving you just a little something to ride as he pressed it back inside your wet pussy already juicing like crazy and he had hardly started in on you tonight. Those nails of yours in his chest made him hungrier for you, and he slipped that tongue out until it laved over your clit in a constant swirl of wet flesh grinding firmly against you like that and his rushing breaths inhaled his love's scent and flavor. Sweet and sticky...just what he wanted!
Vixxen hardly noticed you fumbling with her skirt until the material went slack around her waist. Complying in a sex-muddled daze, she rose again so that you could slip it, too, over her legs. Loving the feel of your hands brushing over he bare skin rather than through clothing, she hardly needed the guidance of your grip on her hips to drag her back down. She was more than willing to grind that wet pussy back over your tongue and lips, needing to feel it tasting and probing everywhere between her legs. Vixxen's pelvis rolled, drawing her pussy over that extended tongue until you slipped it inside of her like a little cock spreading her open. Chewing her lip, she groaned and rode that muscle, lifting and sinking onto it, feeling it press her lips apart and plunge into that treasure trove between her legs. Fingers gripped your sides and she clung to you with her throbbing clit brushing against the fine hairs on your chin making her shake and tremble. "Oh... Oh... Shit... Mmm fuck. So good..."
Zuriel was already lost on devouring his woman, loving the way you just sunk right back down and pushed your pussy over his probing tongue like a wanton little minx needing to feel him between your lips once more. His devious mind was always thinking how to make you squeal even more, so he slipped his hands over your now naked cheeks to just caress your skin and to tease you like he knew you needed. His tongue dipped back and forth, slinking into his mouth only to reverse and push up inside your walls as deep as his tongue would go with a flicker off that bundle of nerves inside your quaking tunnel that was juicing from the tongue fuck he pulled you into. He let you get into humping his tongue, feeling you riding that muscle intent on enjoying it to the very end, but he had another idea already in mind. As you rode his tongue, his hand sneaked in, and the sudden slip of a thick finger right up your tight ass contrasted with his tongue inside your cunt. Just enough of that digit rode inside you as that tongue became the point you ground against, and he grinned as he felt you clench around that muscle probing inside your pussy.
Zuriel would have chuckled--if his mouth was not busy--from the single minded need of your body tensing and pushing back down to his advances, and the way you laid over him sent that finger in your ass all the way to the knuckle. The only thing making him pull back was the rise of your body from your hands finding purchase on his chest to lift up and press your ass harder back to his mouth like a cotton candy slut. Your words just made his tongue start to pump, pressing it down to glide over that spot inside your quivering tunnel hanging onto his tongue so keenly he could only dream how it would feel on his cock after he got the dessert he had been wanting all damn day. A second finger joined the first in spreading your ass open, grunting beneath you as that tongue slowly slinked back for him to speak quickly. "Cum on it... Let me taste it!" He was hell bent on overstimulating your senses, probing your ass while his tongue shot back out and slithered between your lips to the base. His free hand was the devilish one, sneaking up your body by sense of feel alone until he pushed your shirt up enough for his fingers to find your nipple and clasp them in a tight pinch over the swollen bud begging for a touch. He wanted to get gooey with you--your juices smearing on his cheeks and chin with every pump of that tongue sliding inside your cunt all the way. Every glide of that tongue pressed down to that spot and when it happened, his fingers pushed in as deep as he could get them. The feel of your nipple being pinched and tugged accentuated everything; he rolled it between his fingers while he tormented your pussy and tight little ass at the same time.
Zuriel took his time, and even if you tried to close your thighs, he growled and shoved his hand down to keep your legs spread. He did listen, but only a little bit, the feel of his tongue drifting over your sensitive clit sparking your nerves. Pulling back he pursed his lips before a rush of warm air drifted over your hot little button and he exhaled a lungful to keep you teased openly right there at his mercy. He held you to the dock a little while, until your clit started to get some of the sensation back from cumming like that on his face. His skin glistened with your juices still, and when he got the chance, he licked or swept his fingers over his face to taste you on his fingertips. With a grin he rolled to his side and unzipped his pants, letting them fall open to reveal his hard dick standing straight up, then he laid on his back and nodded at you to come get what you wanted. "Get in here. Take a taste baby." Smirking as he laid there and wobbled his hips, he sent his dick flopping side to side gently.
Vixxen felt you already trying to force yourself just a little too deep and she pulled back with a grin, placing her hand on your hip to push you back down. Wanting to take her time and make this last, make you enjoy it as much as she enjoyed the attention you'd just given her, she withdrew her mouth from your cock some, keeping just the tip inside. With a rolling swirl of her tongue, she caressed the head inside her mouth, the top of her tongue brushing along the underside of the shaft curing up and around so that the slick, slippery underside of her tongue glazed over the top of your cock. Round and round she swirled her tongue as the hand not holding you down glided in over your other hip to clasp the base of your cock with long, methodical strokes. Vixxen pulled off with a wet, smacking pop and parted her lips, using her hand to slap your cock head against her outstretched tongue. Even she couldn't keep the tease up for long, though, before she had to get her lips wrapped back around that thick piece of meat. God, she loved your cock, and she loved sucking it, loved how she made you feel, loved hearing your grumbling growls and grunts knowing she was the cause. Having had enough play time, she sucked you down like she was ravenous and you were her sustenance. The entire length disappeared past those pink lips and she bounced her head up-down-up-down, fucking it rapidly then slowing her pace so as not to bring you to the edge too fast. Each time she slowed, she peeked up at you through up-turned lashes, watching the ever-changing look on your face, though it was always one of pleasure. Smirking, she bobbed her head again, taking it deeper each time until she had to rise up and angle her head to allow the first couple of inches slip down into her clenching throat. Vixxen coughed but she fought the urge and forced it back down, holding you there, letting you feel the walls of her throat constricting around your head and shaft, then she drew back with a gasp for air and a groan at loving how you felt lodged in her throat. Slurping back spit and precum, she licked her lips and wrapped them back around that shaft, intent on giving you the same pleasure you'd just given her.
Zuriel knew you were going to pay him back for that tongue lashing, but never did he expect you to worship that cock like you were. Every swirl over his tip sent him lifting just from the feeling, his ass bared from the pull of his pants well out of the way, but he still felt you pushing at his hip to keep him down, and the actual intent made him smile more than did your success in keeping him in check. He hissed when your fingers from your free hand gripped the base of his cock, and he actually, literally shivered with every slap of his heated beef against your tongue, not knowing which was more erotic until your lips slurped wetly around his head again. He lifted on his elbows not wanting to miss a single thing you were doing, watching you under your lashes peeking up at him. His mouth parted and fangs gleamed in the soft light at you on the docks, sucking him down like he was the finest flavor your tongue would ever grace, but his hands clasped at the pillow beneath us on the planks when your mouth dropped the full length of him, your cough sending a pleasured shock through him. But that was just the start. He had had such bravado starting in on you with his tongue, and now between your lips and being shoved down your gulping throat, he wasn't sure he might deliver on that promise. You knew he was losing control by the time he wobbled his hips, lifting them up to give you a little more meat in your lips before falling back, both from your hand pushing at his hip and because he was getting lost in your mouth sucking at him tightly. "Nnhhaa...Vixx... Come on... Not so...fa-fast..."
Zuriel held on to a mix of adoration, desire, and a little fear. Not that he wouldn't cum, but the thought of you denying him so when he was so close was enough to make him bite his tongue almost in defiance, like he wasn't ready to admit you had him closer and closer to the edge with your mouth and slender fingers gripping his dick. But your tongue was the real treat and the real threat. Each time you licked over his cock slit, a little pearl of white melted on your slithering muscle. You could see it on his face: he hated admitting you had him at your mercy like that first night back at the bar. He hadn't felt like this since then and here was his cotton candy coated bitch dragging him down the path of admitting defeat while in your mouth. Legs tensed like he was about to move and hands slipped flat against the dock to push up--he was about to pounce and take his pleasure from you, even being held on the very edge of release. You felt him rising against your hand, starting to get up...if he could get past the sucking lips toying with his cock.
Zuriel was almost on his ass lifting up until he felt your hand squeezing his dick hard enough to pull back his boiling balls from going over the brink. The sensation also knocked him back on his elbows with a panting breath escaping his snarling lips, but by the time you looked up at him and started talking, he was throbbing so badly that he lost the ability to lift himself up at all. He took in your words but couldn't even respond when you spoke. In fact, when your tongue lapped at his drooling cock slit, it was the only time he let out any sound, but all that came was a grunting gasp escaping his parted lips. He watched not only from fascination that you found your own strength in claiming him, but also the sight of your head dipping down to split his lifted balls with your tongue--the soft orbs hardly even bounced from the tension of his edge still being held at bay. He was angry and it showed, with fangs gleaming down at you, but more so angry with himself. His head tossed back, though, when your lips pumped hungrily up and down his shaft to bring him rolling back to the brink and you felt his thighs shake with frustration when you lifted your lips from his tip with a wet pop. "Oh you little... Uhaa...ffffuck!" He gritted his teeth and held fast as best he could, clutching the pillow beneath as a trickle of crimson rolled down his bottom lip and then his chin from nipping his own flesh. He was just too sensitive, and though you toyed with him, you were not giving him enough to cum, so his dick pulsed hotly in your hand clutching him. He lowered his eyes and grunted again, purring dangerously. "Please...make me cum..."
Zuriel Bedlam lost it, but not from you urging him to explode. It was the sudden and livid stroke of your mouth down his fat girth that pulled the first stream of cum from him the instant his tip hit the back of your throat, stopping those gagging sounds with a glutch of wet cream pumping into your mouth so vividly that the heels of his boots hooked against the backs of your thighs, almost as if he was trying to pin you in so that escape from his spraying tip was impossible. Pillows flew from the docks, hitting the pond, and he didn't even fucking care. He fell back into convulsions of his spine, rocking and bouncing his hips as your mouth sucked the load right from his balls so full and thick that you even felt your cheeks bloom out from the amount of gooey gold that flowed between your lips in a wild bucking spray. The feel of that orgasm was so intense, he thought he was going to have a heart attack. The ache in the base of his balls shot down the length of dick still trapped by your lips and his cum dribbled from your lower lip by sheer virtue of the amount of it filling your mouth. "Ahhhhh... Nngahhh... Haaa... hnnn...!"
Vixxen knew it was coming, but when that jet of thick, white cum hit her throat, she pulled back some to let it flood her mouth. Swallowing as though she might drown, she still couldn't catch it all and it filled her mouth, dribbles leaking from the corners of her lips as you kept pumping your pulsing cock past them. As you slowed, she drew back, letting you slip from the warmth of her mouth and she looked right at you as she swirled the pool of cum still resting on her tongue, making sure you saw her swallow every last bit of it. Moaning, she licked her lips and placed delicate little kisses over your cock, watching it dance and bounce from the sensitivity. Resting her cheek on your thigh, she purred out, "Delicious..." Her hand traced lazy lines over your ribs as you caught your breath, just letting you regain your senses from the intense orgasm.
Zuriel watched as his cock squirted the last few drops, but by no means were you done playing with him. Those kisses felt so fucking good that he nearly came again before he swept you down to the pillows and kissed your lips. Not relishing his own flavor but not afraid to share it, his tongue coiled with yours, wrestling and caressing it with his dancing behind your lips. He rose over your body and crawled up your curves to kiss you more deeply, nipping your lower lip as he panted against your mouth. "Inside...right now..."
Vixxen let out a laugh as you swept her up and laid her on what pillows remained on the dock, kissing you back just as greedily as you did her. The tug on her bottom lip drove her wild and she drew her leg up along your side, nodding with a laugh at your barked order. "Mmm... yes sir." She was only half teasing, replying to your command as instructed, and she gave you a gentle shove so she could slip from under you. Rising to her feet, she headed to the house with her naked ass swaying in your sights.
Vixxen had expected the rough play after the way she tormented you outside and she knew she deserved it. In all honesty, she had been counting on it. She was feeling feisty tonight and she wanted it good and hard and rough, so she'd intentionally worked you up--even made you beg her for release--because she wanted to stir up that animal inside you. Her hands slapped the cool wood of the headboard and when your hands wrapped around to expose her nipples, she leaned back into your chest to push them outward, almost begging for them to be toyed with. The grip you took on them drew a small cry from her lips and she was forced to lean into the pull, drawing her away from your chest to lean against the headboard once more. Chewing her lip, she whined in her throat, but the biting pain in her nipples flared her lusts anew and she let out a ragged sigh. The slick glide of your cock against her ass had her rolling her hips again, brushing those round cheeks against it, and she purred out, "Fuck me, Z. Please. As much as I love your tongue on my clit, I love nothing more than your cock stuffing my cunt full."
Vixxen had been feeling saucy and spicy today--hence the bravado on the docks--but once you clasped onto her breasts like you were staking a claim on them and she felt you press inside her with a roll of your hips, she lost all desire for control again, simply wanting--no, needing--to be taken by you. Her feet slipped outward at the first thrust and she angled her hips up, even rising on her toes to let you press into her fully. When you first started to speak, she started to smirk again at the playfulness of the words, but as your voice dropped in pitch and those first hard slams started rocking her body against the headboard, her stomach clenched and she thought perhaps she had, indeed, been poking a tiger--or in this case, a wolf--in a cage. Still, her pussy quivered around your shaft, and though she'd been wet since you'd first started licking her on the docks, her juices flowed once more, coating you from tip to base so that each stroke shlucked inside of her.
Zuriel was by no means done with you at all. The wet noises his plunging dick made only drew him down into that hunger to have more and you felt the deep strum of his dick bottoming out inside your wet tunnel that was hugging him like he was the one piece you needed to feel whole. But the animal inside was already awake when he stroked in and held it for only a moment to pull back and fall into a deep rhythm stroking your whole cunt with all of his cock at once. His hands locked more tightly at your hips and the beast came out in the rapid staccato bursts of his hips suddenly slamming against you, making your ass lift to let him inside, undoing yourself by giving him just what he needed: unlimited access to ravage your cunt with the violent shoves pelting your slit and the smooth feeling of heavy nuts smacking your clit from behind. His hand lifted, raking nails over your ass bouncing from the sudden impact of your wolf mounting you to claim that pussy for his own. Teeth bared as he pushed inside so hard your toes were the only thing hanging onto the floor for purchase as he drilled that slit like a damn maniac starved for sex.
Vixxen was astounded that after the mind-blowing orgasm she'd given you outside you could still be so hungry for her...still take her like you'd been waiting for days to get inside her. Her hands held her up, but without your own grasping her breasts, the angry slamming of your hips against her ass sent her tits rolling and bouncing on her chest. Already she was panting, little moans spilling from her lips telling you just how fucking good you felt inside of her. The clasp of your hands on her hips urged her to to push back into each forward thrust you gave, but when those claws came out and dug into the soft flesh, she hissed in air between clenched teeth, then grunted out hotly, loving the wicked pain it brought. "Fuuuck, yes... Who's pussy is this, baby? Who does it belong to?" As if making her point, her cunt clenched around your cock, her own words making her feel dirty, turning herself on even more. A splash of honey squirt out around your shaft and the slick sounds grew louder as she got wetter. Turning her head to see you, she glanced over her shoulder and saw that look in your eye, and a bolt of excitement shot from between her legs through her body. Turning back, she braced her arms on the headboard and pushed to keep from rocking when you plunged into her, increasing the force of each blow so that you were literally slamming into her dripping wet pussy. Those cute little purple and blue shoes rose and fell on the floor, beating out a dance as she rode your cock through every lustful pump.
Zuriel growled as he heard your words, but the beast was so close to the surface that his human side was hardly stirring. Maybe for a moment a dull shine came to his eyes--long enough that your legs were let loose--but that was not enough to get free, especially when your walls hugged that knotted cock so tightly that the squish of your legs lowering only made him groan an ungodly sound. Asking him not to stop was hardly even slowing him down. The rabid animal you dared torment came to life and was now slushing through your folds with that knot slurping from your pussy in sprays of your juices staining the bed beneath us. Even as the beast you called your love fucked that cunt, you felt the growing swell of that knot pulling through your lips growing tighter and tighter. His cock drooled inside your pussy so deeply that you felt the warmth growing from his dick oozing juices inside to mingle with your own. Fuck, he loved you, and that alone might have been what kept him from tearing out your throat, from devouring you on the bed like a deer in headlights now being fucked like crazy. Lines of saliva cascaded down his chin, slithering along your tits and neck from him feeling hungry to taste you, but somehow his human side held a fraying leash on the animal you dared to wake up.