Speed Dating at Blacktusk Inn - Part 21 (Patreon)

“Get yourself ready”, he says? So he’s authoritative, but still giving you room to choose how you prefer to approach this encounter. Or rather, how to be approached. You’re liking your companion for the night already.

You make a decision, and strip down. But not all the way; after all, you want to give this man a chance to unwrap the present in front of him. Now down to your underwear, you lay on the bed facing down, with your head resting seductively on your crossed arms, your tail raised and your legs spread to present your behind.

You hold your position until your host returns. You can see the door open from the corner of your eye, followed by the sound of his hoofsteps entering the room and stopping on his tracks.

“I see”, he says, in a low voice. He removes his shirt once again, hopefully for good this time, and walks over to the foot of the bed and out of your field of view. You feel his knees pressing on the bottom of the bed, then his arms grazing your back, and finally, you see him plant his hands in front of you. You can now feel his whole weight on top of you. The warmth of his exposed skin against your fur, his breath on the back of your neck… and something poking your behind, of course.

You offer no resistance, instead arching your back up and down, teasing him to see if he will match your movement. He doesn’t disappoint. He shifts his weight and wraps his hands around yours, pinning them into place as he continues grinding on you, kissing your neck and nibbling on your ears.

The pressure from above is, in turn, making your manhood (now hard as a rock) rub against the bedsheets. You realize how leaky you are, as you try to remember the last time you’ve felt a man up close like this. However long it’s been, it’s too much. Too many late nights poring over tomes, hoping your hands were sliding through moist, bare skin instead of dry parchment, and you were sitting on something other than your desk chair.

You don’t know how much of this you can take, and it would be a waste to bust on the bedsheets before things get good. That’s not what you came here for.