by dolphinsanity]

The merchant had no prior conscious awareness of his newfound attraction to charr. The same could not be said for the gladium with whom he slept on that fateful night: her appetite for exotic encounters had been part of what got her expelled from her warband in the first place.

And to her, what else could the human be but exotic? Smooth as the softest leather over so much of him, with only the wispiest, most adorable little hairs here and there. His short beard coarse -- an amusement for exploration by her finger pads and tongue.

He wasn’t exceptionally endowed, even by human standards, nor was he some pinnacle of bedroom dominance… yet, he was possessed of a certain fire that resonated with her.

Their first romp had not been enough. She had not let him rest without first sitting atop his face and purring excitedly while she compelled a round of deep and more exploratory service from his tongue -- he at first seeming somehow apprehensive about slurping her in the wake of his own emission, but then growing increasingly primal in his desire to do so.

Though he was slim, smooth, and trim, it was to her as though he had the soul of beastfolk. If she had awoken and found he had secretly been charr all along, she would have felt no great surprise. Still, his human nakedness remained by her as she rose at the first light of dawn.

She had been their big spoon, cradling him back into her warmth. Her short fur, ample locks, and high average body temperature made her all the heat and blanket he would have needed, though he had cutely dragged a thin sheet over his nude form for the sake of propriety, just in case of someone barging into their room.

She woke to his scent, with which she had grown familiar overnight. Unwashed and a bit acrid, but fond for her all the same. If he needed her, she could clean him… but more than that…

She had thought he needed to hire her for a guard… but something had clicked between them. His chemistry setting off hers. She was a nymphomaniac if ever there was one, so it wasn’t so surprising from her end… but how had she made him react in that… charrish way? It still fascinated her.

She wondered.

Could she awaken the beast again?

He was asleep. It would be so rude to wake him, with how cozy he looked.

Yet, there it was, exposed between his legs. All small and reserved now, just like his usual attitude. Logic said it should want everything done procedurally, properly -- like a transaction.

Somehow, she knew better.

She watched him for a time, breathing over him -- quietly rumbling. He seemed to lean into her harder in his sleep. Then she whispered to him, “My stud…”

She had hoped it would coax him awake so that she might proposition him… but instead there was something else. A deep breath that looked like it might precede waking -- followed by a skewed partial opening and fluttering of his eyes, which darted briefly before closing once more.

Dreaming. He was dreaming, the sweet thing. She watched how his body stiffened and didn’t move much, the occasional slight leg-rocking suggestive of running or perhaps pouncing. She saw his penis start to engorge -- noncommittally at first.

“Let me see your strength, my stud,” she cooed into his ear, thinking that she was only teasing him in a mundane fashion.

To her pleasurable surprise, his body responded immediately, his member swelling into a rock-hard specimen of morning wood.

A beast, truly. Even in his dreams, he could not control himself around her. Fairly or not, that was how she saw it… and it made her crave him again.

She was supposed to be looking for work. She really was. But… what was wrong with a little fraternizing? If she made her possible employer like her, that was all the better, was it not? And she was quite sure she could accomplish that with him.

Her nethers stirred, the urge for him heating up quickly inside of her.

After extricating herself from embracing him and taking a moment to confirm he was still asleep, she rolled silently to the floor and padded around to his side. Watching how his member throbbed in waiting for her.
She dropped to all fours -- slinked in close. Inhaled his musk and watched a bead of pre form for her. His scrotum pulling itself up firmly in the cool air of the morning.

Those orbs were too much. Her instincts and wealth of experience made her crave what they would bring. She soaked her tongue in her saliva and curled it beneath them -- licking sidelong, pressing smoothly and firmly as if to groom them. They pressed and jostled, snug within their bag. There was a yawning, half-gasp from the merchant in response.

“Mnnh… mnhhhh?”

It was not his most coherent phrasing, but it was enough for her to know he was coming out of his dream. He seemed to struggle momentarily, his body stiff but rapidly coming to itself. He started to sit up, blinking off the confusion of his sleep.

Just as he did, she enfolded the small of his back and his thighs with her arms -- squatted low along the bed, and hoisted him straight up!

“Uaaah!!” he yelled, before a jolt of pleasure paused his fears. Her hot maw encompassing his balls -- slurping, licking.

“O-oh. G-good morning--”

“Stop,” she growled. “Don’t you act all dainty human with me.”

Her tail was flicking. He realized he was hard -- felt her tongue working its way up his shaft.

Then, in a lustful blur of motion, she ran with him to the nearby wall -- pinning him against it, holding him there, as she shoved his shaft deep into her maw. He grimaced from the motion -- then clung forward around her shoulders with his arms, feeling her bring his weight back off the wall again, her hands resituating to secure him along his bottom and back. He didn’t dare look to see if she had caused property damage. He hated to pay for…

Damage…

His fingers sank into her shoulder fur as she blew him harder, her cheeks bulging from the efforting of applying her mix of heat, wetness, suction, and slurps. His member was trapped in her muzzle… no, it was exactly where it should be.

Composing himself, he growled back at her and said in a hushed voice, “For waking me up like this, you better not tease. You better not stop.” And he thrust along her tongue, feeling his balls press against the edge of her maw.

“Mrrrph…!!” She agreed. “Mlllmm…!!”

Her claw-nails raked the small of his back as she continued to hold him up, her hungry suckling never stopping even for a moment. He had not expected to awaken to this, nor had he expected to have this much desire in him… but here it was, and his body was responding, his inner pressure and pleasure growing in that familiar, special way.

His mind filled only with the knowledge that he was meant to fuck her. That her face, this muzzle was his right now. A proud warrior, inspected and tested, ready to--!!

The hypnotically conditioned thought cut off with the surge of his orgasm. His usual human “weakness” crept back into his thoughts as he seed pumped into her, she slurping and swallowing and being playfully messy about it. She pulled back enough to catch some of the spurts at the front of her maw, letting his fading shots coat her whiskers and nose. He encoiled his cock with her tongue to draw out the last of its seed -- cleaned it up dutifully, and left his load on her face for her nose to examine for the time being. At no point had she dropped so much as a finger between her legs to address the swelling that she was experiencing -- but she put him back down on the bed, casually straddled him until her sex was right over his face, and asked him:

“So, do I get the job?”

He honestly didn’t remember what she had been asking to do for him, but he nodded anyway. “Of course.”

WIth a soft, “Heh,” she lowered her sex onto him and felt that beastly hunger take him again, his brief shyness giving way to a firmed-up grip behind her thighs as he growled and ate her out, slurping up and doing cozy, purr-making things to her clitoris even as he rode out his orgasm.

Neither of them knew why he felt so perpetually horny with her -- and so easily triggered into a monstrous sort of mindset -- but, even when brunchtime came and went without either caring to leave the room, neither would complain. The merchant and his new guard would go out together -- first in search of a proper lunch, and then toward their journeys beyond.