.Vixens and Vore

But they finally could laugh no more. He concentrated on his breathing as she pounded his sternum. "Ooocha for pesstada," she gasped.

"You said that before," he said. "Is that Little Person for 'stop it, you bastard,' or what?" She slid across his chest and buried her face in the hollow of his throat. "Eh. It'll keep," he decided as she started to purr.

Earl found himself stroking Sanyeel's back. His fingertips gently outlined her spine, her hips, her cheeks, her thighs. When he realized he was trying to feel her up, he jerked his hand away.

She raised her head, lifted herself up onto her elbows and looked at him questioningly. "I, uh, I don't want to take advantage of you," he said.

His hands waved helplessly in the air beside her shoulders. Her mouth twisted into a sour expression.

Slowly and carefully, she rolled over and sat on his chest. He watched her take one hand by the thumb and cooperated as she positioned it. When it was palm up and cupped, she took off her sandals and put them on his hand.

Then she removed the ankh-hooks from her tunic and put those with her shoes. They seemed to clip around the sandal strings. She waved his hand away. He carefully put everything on the headboard where it wouldn't be lost.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "What are you going to do?"

Sanyeel glanced over her shoulder and blew him a kiss. Then she waved his hands closer. He obeyed.

She lay back and tugged a finger from each hand to her chest. "Do you want me to touch you?" he asked. She started twisting and writhing, rubbing her breasts against his fingertips.

"What do you want me to-?" She slapped his hands and pressed them to her breasts. "Oh. Alright. Um."

He became very glad of her size then. Any smaller and he'd probably have treated her like porcelain, afraid she'd break. Any larger and he'd probably have seen her as a child.

But her curves were clearly those of a grown up. And at her current height he could feel her strength. Muscles flowed under her skin at his touch. And her bones were certainly strong enough. When he moved too slowly, she elbowed him on a rib. It hurt, evaporating his last hesitation.

He slipped his fingers out of her grasp. She started to protest, but he brought them right back. This time under her silk garment. She moaned in approval.

After a few minutes stroking her, Earl decided that he didn't like this position. "I don't mind you being on top," he murmured, "but I can't see anything."

"Mmm?" she replied.

He lifted her at shoulder and thigh, placing her gently down beside him. Then he rolled over onto his elbows, his face just over her body.

Sanyeel smiled and tugged at her tunic. Eyes on his face, she pulled enough to reveal one breast. He smiled in appreciation. She laughed and covered it up again.

"Aww," he complained. She showed him her other breast. He moved one hand quickly to stroke the nipple with one fingertip. She let him, then covered herself again.

He waited patiently for whatever she wanted to do next. She yawned with exaggerated movements and curled up as if going to sleep.

"My dying ass," he growled. He pinched a tiny foot with the thumb and forefinger of each hand and straightened her back out. Her tunic slid a little bit up her leg as he did. Earl decided he liked that and dragged her a bit further.

She tried to kick in gentle defiance but couldn't keep a straight face. "So," he said, "you want this thing off. We can do this."

Earl lowered his head to the loops keeping the thing in place. He pulled the ankh-things out very carefully. She laughed at his cross-eyed concentration as he did so.

He pulled them all free, and placed them on the headboard. Then he pinched the hem of the front of her tunic.

Sanyeel nodded when he looked questioningly at her, so he lifted the front panel off of her.

"Beautiful," he sighed. Her tanned body was wonderfully displayed. Her muscles were taut, her skin clear and the curves were tiny but fantastic in proportion.

He saw everything but her face, which was behind the fabric he still held in the air. "Hurl?" she asked. Remembering her teasing snore, he dropped it. It fell about her face in a pile. "Puff lurff mebba dik!" she protested.

While she tried to clear her vision he grabbed her knees and spread her legs. One finger drew along her inner thigh to touch at her pussy.

She slapped at his finger. "What?" he asked. "Did I do something wrong?" She just glared. He let go of her legs. Her expression softened and she lifted her legs.

His eyes bugged as they just kept folding upwards. Before he knew it, her ankles were behind her head, her elbows behind her knees. She smiled up at him and beckoned his face down.

Earl obeyed. He placed both hands under the small of her back and held her as he explored her with his tongue.

Her taste was astonishing. Like nothing he'd every tasted of a human woman, which wasn't a surprise. He was put in mind of distant lands and exotic liqueurs. He licked and sucked, covering as much of her as he could reach with his lips.

"Putt tabba," she moaned approvingly.