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Mettare 00312

Candy Cane

"Your nose is cold," I said, touching her face gently.

"Means I'm healthy," P'nyssa replied, smiling.

I handed her my blanket. "Means you're cold. Here, wrap this around you." I rose to throw another log on the fire, rearranging the two logs already in there to give more heat. "Comfy?"

She nodded. "It was nice of Dick and Susan to invite us over for the holidays."

"Mm-hmm," I said. "Still wonder about them, though."


"Well, they were the only married couple to go into The Great Hall and come out the same way. So why do they live here? I mean, it's not anywhere near anywhere else, and it's so huge. They don't just live in a house, they live in a literal castle. The only place that comes close to this is Rhysh, and at least Rhysh has internal power. Instead it takes serious fireplaces and blankets to stay warm. I feel like I'm in an old German vampire movie."

She shrugged. "They like living out here."

"I know. It's just so weird."

"Still, New Year's is the biggest holiday of the year. I'm surprised you accepted the invitation. Usually you like to spend New Year's with Paul and Carroll."

"I know, but they wanted a little time to themselves right now. It's not easy being the First Centaur, especially not on New Year's Day." I smiled a little and reached for the little kettle hung on a hook in front of the fireplace. I poured us both refills of mulled cider.

P'nyssa reached behind her and said, "Will you look at this thing, though? How much sugar do you imagine is in this?" What she held was a one-pound candy cane, almost a foot long and proportionately thick.

"I've no idea. Oh, that reminds me. Did you send out cards?"

She nodded. "Everybody got holiday cards, Ken, you know I sent them out yesterday for delay mail."

"Good," I said, reaching up and massaging her shoulders. She moaned appreciatively and said, "Wanna get into bed?"

"And do what?" I asked, smiling.

"That depends. Are you tired?"


"Good," she said, rising and holding out a mitten for me. I took it and she pulled me up, leading me towards the enormous wooden bed laden over with layer after layer of quilted blanket.

Just before we got there I let go of her hand. "Just a second." I walked back over to the fireplace and threw on two more logs of a lighter wood, hoping to get the fire to burn hotter and warm up the room.

The curtains were closed and tapestries hung on all walls, most of them depicting fanciful scenes of starships and powered armor. I walked back to P'nyssa, who had already gotten into bed, and crawled in besides her. "We might want the room warmer," I suggested.

"Mm-hmm," she intoned. I cuddled up close to her, gently stroking her blue bellyfur with my fingers, my hands caressing her body, moving up to her breasts. When I found her nipples I pinched them gently, enjoying the moans of pleasure I was eliciting from her. I scratched her fur gently against the grain, then slowly closed two fingers around a nipple. She moaned again. "Harder," she said.

A little surprised by the request, I pinched her nipple a little harder and she moaned a little louder. "Perfect," she said. I leaned in a little closer and kissed the other nipple as I stroked her body. She cooed softly under my touch, but it's always been to my frustration that she's not ticklish. Lucky for me she has no fingernails; I am. Despite that, she still manages to tickle me mercilessly.

I lay against her shoulder as I touched her and chuckled softly. "What's so funny?" she asked.

"We've worn grooves in each other. No matter where I lie on your chest, I feel comfortable," I replied.

"That just means you've found all the comfortable spots," she said, laughing. "You're so silly."

I found a little energy and pulled myself up over her, straddling her thighs and said, "Silly, huh?"

"Yeah, silly," she said, her eyes all a-twinkle.

"Is this silly?" I asked as I shimmied down her body, burrowing under the quilts to a point where I could reach her mons veneris, planting a soft kiss directly on top of it.

"Yes, but I love you because of it," she sighed, parting her legs slightly. We shifted, spreading her legs further. I lay down between them and licked her lips softly. She moaned again and asked, "Do I taste okay?"

"You worry too much," I said from underneath the blankets. "You taste wonderful," diving in to lick her as a demonstration, parting her labia slightly with my fingers, feeling the fur of her thighs against my cheeks. Every time my tongue flicked directly over her clit her whole right leg twitched in response. I actually paused long enough to figure out that it was her right leg, not her left.

I licked her gently, spreading her open. "Ken?" she asked.


"Can you breath under there?"


She laughed and shifted a little, propping up the blankets with her left leg to let some air in. I rose from between her thighs and crawled back up her body, kissing her on the lips. She pouted, "You're not stopping, are you?"

"Just a sec," I said, crawling back down the the bottom edge of the bed and leaning over. I thought I could reach the candy cane, but it was just too far, and I fell off the edge.

"Are you all right?" she said, stifling a laugh.

"I'm fine," I said, laughing aloud. I pulled the blankets from the edge of the bed up and crawled in that way, candy cane in hand. Once under the quilts I bit at the protective plastic with my teeth, pulling it down and off. It made quite a ripping noise as I did. "What are you doing down there?" she asked. I imagine I'd worry too if my lover was under the covers and I heard this loud ripping noise.

"Just wait," I said, tucking the cane beside me and again lying down between her legs. She cooed in response to my licks again, and her cunt began to get very wet, just the way I liked it, and I lapped up her juices with my tongue. She groaned, and her leg shuddered gently as she drew closer and closer to her climax. Her whole body tensed, shuddered violently, and she let out a small "Uhhh..." as she came, releasing the tension slowly, by degrees.

I stopped attacking her clit directly, lightly caressing her satiny-soft inner lips with my tongue, as she relaxed. After a few seconds she said, "Two?"

"Why not?" I asked. I began licking her again, shifting onto one side and reaching for the cane. It was still as cold as the room had been, and I slid it under my chin and pressed it up against her cunt.

"That's cold!" she said. "What are you doing?"

"You were worried about your taste, so I got something to take care of it."

"Oh, no..." she said, her words dissolving into moans as I flicked my tongue across her clit just a little harder, twisting the candy cane gently back and forth, pressing it deeper and deeper into her cunt until I had it a good distance inside her. The candy flavor reached me as I slowly slid the cane in and out of her, my tongue fluttering up and down over her clit and striking the shaft of the huge candy cane as it did.

It was wonderfully tasty. "Harder, lick me just a little harder," she whispered, and I complied, digging in with my tongue. It was getting hard to breath under all those blankets, more from the heat than lack of oxygen, but I ignored that as much as I could, and her body shook and shuddered as her second orgasm washed over her.

I slid the cane out of her and licked her cunt gently, ostensibly trying to dry her off, but also for those last few, sweet licks. I crawled back towards the top of the bed and kissed her softly. "Like that?" I asked.

"You were mean to me," she said, a mock pout on her face.

I held up the candy cane and licked it, tasting her deepest juices blended with the traditional cane flavor. "Put that down," she said.

I put it on the bedstand and she whispered, "Put this inside me, instead," grabbing ahold of my cock.

"Really?" I asked. "And what will I get if I do?" I asked.

"I won't tickle you," she said, her mittens stroking my cock to a ready hardness. "It's not hard enough; bring it here." I crawled forward a little and she bent over, taking my cock into her mouth.

I groaned with my own pleasure, her mouth softly doing the impossible of my making my stone-hard erection even harder. "Now it's ready," she announced, lying back against the pillow.

I smiled and slid back, pressing my erection against her. "A little to the left," she smiled, her eyes twinkling. "That's it," she said, my cock sinking it's full length into her in one thrust. She closed her eyes as I did. "What a nice cock," she sighed.

"It's nice to be appreciated after all these years," I said, smiling. She smiled back. I sped up, fucking her harder, and she moaned "Yes, yes... just like that, just like that," as I slid in and out. I varied my speed, sometimes very fast, sometimes slow, sometimes stopping. Not out of any deliberate desire, but just because I was terribly out of shape, and needed to catch my breath. She groaned softly.

"Would you like to turn over?" I asked.

"Do you want me to?" she asked.

"Do you?"

She nodded, and I slid out of her. "Just a second," she said, leaning over the edge of the bed and reaching into her travel bag. "This is so good, I want my vibrator."

She found the little thing and turned it on; it buzzed in her hands, and she turned over, sticking her wonderfully full ass into the air. I got up behind her and slid my cock into her. "Yessss..." she hissed as I put both hands on the small of her back and began to stroke in and out, watching my cock get slick and shiny with her juices. I could feel the vibrations reaching me through her body as I pounded her cunt. I looked down and between her beautiful blue-furred buttocks was the tiny hairless cleft of her anus winking up at me. And although in this position sometimes I stroke to far, tonight there seemed to be no problem; I pounded my cock against her ass, feeling each wonderful impact, and the smell of her feminine juices, with still just a hint of mint, reached my nostrils. She buried her head in the huge feather pillows, panting softly and groaning.

In this position it took little energy to keep going; I found a comfortably hard rhythm and kept with it, back and forth, back and forth, fucking my sweet coimelin on. She shuddered and I heard her vibrator drop to the bed, turning itself off. I began to fuck her just a little bit harder, feeling my balls churn as they slapped against her cunt, and I came, blinded with pleasure, shooting my semen into her.

I slid out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed. She stayed in the position she'd been in. "If you stay that way," I said, "your muscles'll knot up."

"I know," she said, her voice muffled by the pillows. "But I'm too tired to move." I laughed and gently pushed her leg out from under her with my foot. She collapsed to the bed, groaning as she did so.

"Whew," she said. "That was wonderful?"

"Was it?" I asked, smiling.

"What do you mean, 'Was it?' Of course it was!" she said. We both laughed.

"Are you that hot that you don't want the blanket?"

"No," she mumbled. "I'm just too lazy to get under." She sat up slowly and said, "Besides, I have go to the bathroom." She stood up and woozily walked towards the door. "If I make it there," she said.

I watched her leave, then rose to again re-arrange the fire, now banking the flames down low, to give us a long night of warmth. I closed the spark mesh over the fireplace, and was just hopping into bed when she returned. "My feet are cold now," she warned.

"So? I'll warm 'em up," I said. She crawled in next to me. Although the furry tops of her feet weren't really cold, when she pressed the bottom pad against my leg I squealed a little.

"Told you," she mumbled, falling fast asleep.

"G'night beloved," I said.