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The Mouse and the Bard

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AswanFox said:
Flint set aside his lute, sipping from the tall mug of local beer he had been given for his performance.
Setting it down again, he continued the story he had been telling.
"...and so it came to pass, Ozymandias gained a kingdom of his own, stretching from the valleys where my people live to the great dune seas. He built works to eclipse those of any other ruler who dwelt in those days upon the face of the Earth, and led those who believed themselves mighty to despair."
He shook his head.
"I have been to where he built his palace, though, and this I saw; two vast and trunk-less legs of stone, standing in the desert. Near it, all but buried by the sand lies a great stone face, cold and sneering, and some words in a dead language carved in the pedestal, no doubt extolling the builder's greatness. But nothing else remains; around that colossal wreck, the lone and level sands stretch far away."
He took another sip from the mug, and a smirk came to his lips.
"Would anyone like to hear the story of how King Ozymandias came to ruin?"
The patrons of the tavern - men, women and children - pressed in around the bard's table, begging the stranger to continue the story, the clink of coins being set before him heard above the general din of the place. When he began again, however, most went quiet, and all watched and listened as he raised his lute and began to play an accompaniment to the tale.
All eyes were on Flint the Bard, including those of a particularly interested barmaid...
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Esmeralda was a small white mouse who was working at the bar when the Bard first came in. she had lived in that tiny village all of her life, she had never known any parents, only her uncle, who owned the bar... he was more of a rat than a mouse really, but he provided for her as much as he had to. she sighed as she picked up some more dirty plates, casting another look at the interesting Fox that had stumbled in out of the rain and cold... she didn't know what it was... but she... couldn't stop looking at him. he had such unique fur coloring, such sharp teeth and strong muscles... she.. desired him... immensely. She only got to hear bits and pieces of his story as she ran around, refreshing drinks, handing out food, cleaning up after customers had gone... oh but what a rich, deep voice he had... she made sure that his tankard was full, it was too busy for her uncle to find out that only half of the Bards drinks where paid for, and that he hadn't paid for the meal at all. Not to mention he was already drunk in the corner, nipping from his own wares again, the drunken slob.

She sighed again, her soft white ears drooping as she picked up the dishes and wiped down a table next to the bard, listening to his soft voice, talk about King Ozymandias and his ruin. She looked at the Fox, and blushed as she refilled his Tankard, and quietly offered him a room for the cold night, and when closing time came she turned down his bed, and made sure he had everything he needed, hesitating as she studied him for a moment from the doorway. “My Lord? Would you... require a body for the night?” she wasn't a virgin, but neither was she a whore, and she shocked herself for her offer... but... she desired him in a way she had never desired another being... she... wanted, him... no, it was more than that... she wanted to be his. “if... if it wouldn't be too.. much trouble.. could I travel with you? I fear this place will be my death before long.” she admitted softly, her eyes fixed on her toes. “i don't have any money, but I don't eat much... and I could pay you.. with my body... I would do, anything you told me to...” she promised, her soft, clear eyes looking sheepishly up at him. “would.. would you take me with you, My Lord... when you leave?” it wasn't like she was leaving anything behind...
 
The enchanting bard whiled away the hours before his audience with tales from his desert home, and tales collected during his extensive travels, for it seemed at least to the villagers that this strange being had visited half the world!
The young bard had been speaking and playing his instrument for most of the night. Besides his meal and drinks, he had collected a small but respectable pile of coins. He did, it seemed, have a tongue of silver, and knew well how to use it.
But even silver tarnishes, and the tankard of ale quickly began to drain as Flint replenished the moisture in his throat. Oddly, he didn't seem to feel the alcohol, or at least he was a far more graceful drunk than Esmeralda was used to in the tavern. The stories continued unabated, if perhaps a bit more freely over time.
Finally, though, shortly after Flint had taken his last swallow of ale, the bard drew a close to the evening's entertainment.
"Fair ladies and handsome gentlemen, I fear this must be the end of my stories... for a time. However, there will be more to come next eve, and as a great playwright I once met said, if my utterings have offended... the house shall restore amends!"
Flint gestured to the barkeep, who was already snoozing drunkenly in the corner, and there was a chorus of laughter around the table. Afterward, though, the crowd quietly dispersed, returning to their homes and rooms within the tavern, save for a few night-owls.
Gathering his earnings into a small leather purse, Flint was pleasantly surprised by the offer of a room from the barmaid, who it seemed had been hovering abnormally close to his table throughout the evening.
He smiled gratefully, following her up the stars to an otherwise uninhabited portion of the tavern's boarding...

"My Lord? Would you... require a body for the night?"
Flint paused as he prepared himself for bed, turning around toward the barmaid, who he realized has paused to study him in the doorway. The young male had already shrugged off his vest and shirt, exposing his pleasantly firm torso to the mousette.
He listened to the rest of her words, and smiled.
The vulpine was not unfamiliar with this scenario in the least; throughout his career, since he had left his own tiny village for much the same reasons the mousette had stated, he had been approached by females who at the very least needed a break from the monotony of their situations. Being a healthy, articulate male had been his inadvertent bate, and Flint had sampled the "local flavor" in nearly every town he had visited.
This latest request was a little bit more than he usually got, though Flint was already weighing the possibilities.
"You wish to travel with a bard... is that right?"
Flint sat down on the edge of the bed, folding his hands and regarding the mousette with obvious interest.
Perhaps it wouldn't be bad at all, he mused; a companion to warm the cold nights on the road traveling between towns. If she displeased him, he could simply leave her in one of the cities he stopped in; a girl like her wouldn't starve.
And try as he might, Flint couldn't think of a reason the little female would displease him.
"Well, milady... perhaps I should consider your offer."
He beckoned to her, his smile turning to a slight smirk.
"Come here, mouse, let me get a better look at you..."
He leaned back against the wall across his bed.
"...I don't believe we've been introduced, actually. My name is Flint, and you are...?"
 
as time went on, it was easier and easier to stay close to the Bard, as all of the guests gathered close to him to hear his interesting stories. she was amazed at how much he knew, how many stories he could tell. she made sure to keep him well stocked, and she was pleased to discover that with his story telling, her own tips where doubled. not to mention the gold they gave her to fill his tankard went into her pocket as well. her uncle could afford to pay her a little extra, the drunken rat. she winced as Flint made a joke about the drunkard, but fortunately the Rat was really asleep this time, and didn't try to take a swing at the fox. which also meant she wouldn't be punished for offering him a free room. she was never hit, or beaten, but the punishments of severe verbal abuse and the occasional slap where well enough to keep Esmeralda in line when her uncle was awake. she led him upstairs to the cozy room, and smiled at him as he turned to stare at her, eying up his firm, well toned chest... feeling a tightness inside that she could only account to lust.

she fidgeted as he studied her, and she bit her lips a little, worried that he might refute her. even if she couldn't travel with him, at least she could sleep with him for the night, just one night, that's all she needed... well, that's what she tried to tell herself. "yes... i wish to travel with you." she whispered, timid and shy and oh so cute as she worked her bare toes along the floor and curled her cute little pink tail. really, a pure white mouse was rather rare, it wasn't a chance he was going to get in the future. she studied him through her hairline, working her lip between her teeth as she awaited his answer, and brightened hopefully when he commented about considering. and she moved into the room, removing her Apron, leaving her in a simple gray dress, that was just a little stained from work that day.

"i'm Esmeralda. Esmeralda o Felicosco.." ... that was a Gypsy name, Esmeralda, daughter of Felice. what was a gypsy daughter doing in a Tavern like that!? for that matter... why didn't she say her name with pride as all Gypsy did? being the traveler that he was, he had probobly met many of the artistic, fun loving people who where ostracized from almost all people who where not their own. her being a gypsy daughter, would explain some of the looks she had been getting while serving at the bar, but she hadn't seamed to notice those either. she stepped forward a few paces, hesitated and then with nimble, practiced fingers untied the strings on her back that held her dress shut, and let the fabric fall into a pile, blinking her wide, clear blue eyes at him as she let him see every inch of her glorious body, from firm breasts, to small cunt, she was any man's dream. and best of all, she had firm muscles, which meant she'd be able to keep up with him on the road, and he could fuck her as he pleased without having to worry about breaking her. he was rather lucky to have such a fine, young specimen.

(as a side note, i thought making her the daughter of a Gypsy would be fun. i do not actually know much about Gypsy other than what i read online, and know from watching television. most of my Gypsy facts are going to be a little wrong and you should not take anything i say about gypsies at face value.)
 
((It's a cool idea!))

Upon hearing Esmeralda's name, Flint raised his eyebrows in surprise! The young bard had indeed spent quite a bit of time among the gypsies; his own folk had often sheltered the travelers from the elements and their enemies when their caravans passed through the deserts. Flint himself had learned many of his best stories around gypsy cook-fires.
"An uncommon name for an uncommon female..." he replied, smiling. He briefly considered asking the mousette where it came from, but knew that the gypsies were a private people. If she felt like talking to him about it, he would let her come to it on her own.
She disrobed for him, and Flint nodded in approval. Truly, this mousette WAS uncommon, aside from her pure white coloration, which he could now see was uninterrupted down her entire form.
"Exceptional..."
Flint rose from the bed, walking slowly around Esmeralda as she stood still for him. Gently, he ran his hands over the mousette, tracing the curve of her hip and midriff, and the swell of her rear and chest... upon the two latter, he let his hands pause, gently squeezing the firm rump, cupping and weighing her breasts...
From her bosom, one hand moved up, tracing her arm and shoulder, up the nape of her neck, and stroking her cheek gently as his piercing teal eyes returned met her blue. In all his ministrations, his touch was expert... none of the course, small town men Esmeralda had previously given herself to could compare to the care this male seemed to take with her.
His warm smile remained.
"...who would think such a treasure as you could reside in such an out-of-the way village as this..."
Flint stood a good head taller than Esmeralda, and had to look down at her as he spoke. His hand moved from her cheek to her chin, stroking it gently as he gently held her gaze back up at him.
"...and as any good adventurer would, I do believe I will claim you as my plunder from this place."
His smile became a playful smirk.
"I think I could use that body you offered me, now..."
 
she smiled a little as his eyebrows rose, he, like most people, knew the names origins... but she also knew that she would never answer how she had come to be here. after all, her Uncle wasn't really her uncle, he was just the only one who had been willing to take her in. no one liked Gypsy thieves. at least she knew how beautiful she was, she was rather irresistible, and travelers who didn't know her origins where eager to woo her into their beds. she wasn't a whore, but she did enjoy the pleasure some men could offer her. she had no marks along her body, no scars, no blemish's, no discolorations, just pure white fur from the top of her head, to the tips of her toes. she blushed as he called her exceptional, and shivered as he walked around her, touching her with gentle, but oh so capable fingers... this man knew what he was doing, and what he wanted... his very touch just breathed the confidence that was Flint the Bard.

she lifted her tail as he stroked her ass, letting him see the tight pink holes that where her ass and cunt, she was very well groomed down there... everywhere really, and even though she'd been hard at work all day, she smelled sweet, like the flowers she ate. unlike most mice, Esmeralda didn't normally eat meat. she preferred vegetation like flowers and grains. she moaned softly as he touched her breasts, tipping her head back out of the way so that he could feel her shoulders and neck, a small squeak leaving her lips as she shivered, resisting the urge to squirm and giggle. her neck was sensitive, as where her sides, and she was very ticklish. "i've been here almost my entire life." she admitted, blinking at him, smiling as she nuzzled his soft, gentle hand as it stroked her chin and cheek. she smiled as she was assured at least a single night of pleasure and she hesitantly stepped forward, running her hands along his chest, feeling how strong he was, how smooth, and soft and perfect his fur was. hers was soft, well taken care of... to her, his felt like silk, soft, strong... perfect.

"shall i show you... some of my Skills?" she asked softly, pressing a kiss in-between his pectorals, brushing her soft little lips against his fur as she slowly started to slip lower along his body, kissing here and there, her fingers stroking his fur as she came to a pause at his pants, giving his crotch a little nuzzle, sniffing at his crotch, enjoying the scent of him, the feel of him... it was so wrong... so very wrong... he was a predator, he was supposed to chase, and eat people like her... but maybe that was what made it so... wonderful. everything about this powerful fox got her blood rushing as she slowly slid his pants down, she wanted to see the organ with which he would be claiming her body. she'd never seen a Fox's cock before, or any predator... save for a cats, and a cats cock, couldn't be anything like a Fox's cock, right?
 
Flint stood before Esmeralda, tall and firm beneath his sleek, soft fur. The tribes of the Fennfolk were a proud and virile people; to help them survive in their harsh desert homeland, the Gods had given them many gifts. Flint was not like a Mousefolk man; Fennfolk traits were still somewhat more primal. Nature was not as forgiving to more primitive cultures, such as that of Flint's birthplace, and physical potency was necessary in all those who survived to breeding age.
One advantage to prey species women, at least to Flint, was that many of those he laid during his travels had no prior experience with the manner in which many of his kind made love. They were universally curious, of course, and Flint needed merely to be himself in order to utterly delight his conquests.
The Fennman's unfamiliar physiology was a very different realm than that of most prey males, and it seemed to fascinate - and often astound - most prey females. For his part, Flint equally appreciated their differences compared to his own kind's vixens, and thought it only natural that he pay any female who chose to honor him with her unclothed visage due reverence and attention.
The main event, of course, was the rutting, and Flint looked forward to it. But, as Esmeralda began to work his way sensually down his front, the male couldn't help but enjoy her activities...
When she reached the area below his waist, nuzzling it gently through his trousers, Flint felt the blood pumping to erect the prize which waited there for the little female.
Once Esmeralda had unbuttoned and let fall the male's pants, there it was. Flint's manhood had already emerged from its internal sheath, and with its sculpted, tapered shape, it easily seemed to put to shame the offerings of the men the mousette had previously lain with, feline and rodent alike.
Flint was too far different from their physique to properly compare.
"Do I satisfy your craving for the unique enough, my dear?"
 
she nuzzled his crotch again, getting a little more of that fennfolk smell, her ears twitching as she sighed a little, the sound a happy one, a content one as she enjoyed the feeling of his firm body above her, and under her fingers and face. he was so solid, and he smelled... dangerous... he made her heart beat hard, thudding in her chest so hard she knew he could hear it, the thought he knew her fear, and excitement only made her little heart beat all the harder as she slowly pulled his pants down, gasping at the sight of his cock, pressing a hand to her mouth, shocked and startled by the size, and shape of the member facing her. mousefolk cocks where rather small, thin, short... they where designed to do little when it came to the pleasure of female mice, who where also rather small sexually speaking. most Prey animals where small in the genital area, which was why Esmeralda was so stunned by the size of him. the one Cat she'd had, had been nothing like this. in a town that was mostly rodents of various types, he was probobly the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

"it's... it's so amazing." she whispered, hesitantly running her fingers along the length, her eyes glittering with the challenge of trying to make it all fit inside her small, tight, but long little channel. "i don't know if i will be able to take it all." she admitted, wrapping her hands more tightly around him, feeling the shaft and the length. she was a little hesitant, uncertain on what to do what something so large, and someone so... different. had she been with another mouse, or a ferret. she would have given it a few strokes and then turned, offering herself, and let them have their way... but he didn't seam like the sort.. and she rather wanted to... taste it... her little nose twitched and quivered as she smelled him, he was so wild, so free, so feral. he was like nothing she'd ever known, nothing she'd ever meet again, she wanted to experience everything. and with that in mind, she decided to do something, she'd never done before.

she leaned forward, hesitating moment as she gathered his thick, magnificent cock into both if her hands, feeling it, and giving it small, soft squeezes, before she leaned forward the rest of the way, closed her eyes and gave it a lick. then another, and another, he tasted as good as he smelled! salty, musty, a hint of wild that she absolutely adored. she moaned softly, closing her eyes as she ran her tongue along the shaft, the tip, anything she could reach, shuddering happily. "you... taste so good." she muttered, wincing as she realized what she'd said and turning a cute little pink color from under her fur, blushing brightly in horror at her inability to censor herself. "sorry..."
 
Flint smirked down at Esmeralda, watching her admire his form. Her look of shock and initial intimidation was completely understandable; the bard had taken enough prey females to know he was far more than what most of them were used to.
"Why thank you." he replied at her compliment.
He watched as she tentatively smelled him, inhaling the male musk that seemed overpowering to most of her kind. Closing his eyes, he exhaled in pleasure as her delicate hands began to massage his erect member. It was more than he usually got from one of her folk, at any rate.
Sadly, many women the bard had encountered in his travels seemed to have been raised with a rather unfortunate view of their responsibilities in the bedroom. To them, the act of lovemaking, while certainly necessary, was regarded as a chore. Keep the house clean, cook the meals, let your male ride you for a few minutes before bed.
Flint supposed this outlook might have come from the fact that attending to the needs of the average rodent male was probably very much a chore to begin with. It disgusted Flint how little regard rodent men held for their women.
And that was part of the reason Flint was such a successful lover throughout his travels, truth be told. He, for example, knew that his own pleasure was not all he was working toward. Besides that, most of the females he met had never been tended to in the ways he demonstrated. Usually, he had to be the teacher to a large extent.
Less so with Esmeralda, it would seem.
Flint stifled a gasp of pleasure as the mousette's hot, soft tongue began to lap sensually up the length of his manhood.
"You... taste so good." she murmured, before looking suddenly embarrassed. "Sorry..."
Flint smiled down at Esmeralda, brushing her cheek with his hand affectionately.
"...don't apologize, my dear." he replied. "If you're enjoying yourself, that's certainly nothing to be ashamed of..."
 
she blushed a little more as she smelled his musk, feeling dizzy and aroused just by the smell of him, a soft moan falling from her lips at the first taste of him, quickly losing herself to the act. she'd never pleasured someone before, rodent men found it pointless to have their seed wasted. after all, the point of fucking was to breed. most rodent men only cared about getting their women as pregnant as possible, and as often as possible. that was really all that mattered. even the Cat she had been with hadn't really seamed too interested in being pleasured, he just slipped inside of her and did his business, though he had certainly been far more gentle about it. it was with the Cat that she'd had her first orgasm. her shock over it had scared the cat off before he even came, the poor thing. somehow, this Fox... there was something about him that made her want him to truly enjoy himself.

when he told her not to apologize she offered him a hesitant smile. "i... i've never... done anything like this before..." she admitted softly. voice embarrassed, ashamed... excited. "but i... i've heard... stories... and i have...books.." she admitted her eyes downcast again, utterly mortified that she'd admitted that, but her hands never stopped working his length... she didn't even seam to realize she was doing it until her tongue caught the top of his cock again, tasting the flesh and sighing softly as she slowly, hesitantly pulled him into her mouth and gave him a tiny suck. she'd heard many a traveler talk about the amazing thing called a blow job, and she knew the theory, but had never been able to practice. she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take him any deeper, but if he asked, she'd try. her eyes where closed, her fur was nearly turning pink from the blush, and really, she looked just oh so very adorable with that look of delight and mortification on her face with her mouth around the head of his cock.
 
((Sorry I didn't reply over the weekend, some things came up and I ended up being pretty busy.))

Flint smiled down at the mousette, his hand smoothly running through her hair. He nodded at her words, somewhat impressed; very few of his small village conquests where at all literate, though he supposed that might have been why his act still tended to draw such large crowds in such places.
"You've read about such things, have you?" he replied, his smirk growing slightly.
My, but she was a cutie! Not only was she physically smaller than the Fennman, but her flushed, round ears and mixed expression told Flint that she was indeed telling the truth; she had never done this for a male before.
That said, she was doing an excellent job. Obviously, she knew well how to adapt theory to practice; Flint felt himself shiver again, feeling her delicate hands working the portion of his shaft she could not work into her deliciously suckling mouth, and hot, lapping tongue, small but skillful and oh so smooth.
He shuddered, debating whether he should tell the mousette what was coming. He decided against it; her reaction to such things would be good to know in the line of work she would be accompanying him in.
His decision, he found, was already made up on her proposal. He wasn't sure if it was her lack of hesitance in dropping to service him, or something else, but decided it didn't much matter.
"My dear, I guarantee you will soon know many things a book has never prepared you for... out on the road with me."
His words sounded like a promise, and indeed they were. After tonight, Esmeralda would be a bard's assistant...
 
it's cool^^ i don't get worried until someone doesn't reply for a week or longer XD)

Esmeralda nodded up at him, pleased that she could read. her parent's had taught her before they had died. it annoyed many of the villagers that she could read, and she was usually found tucked away in the corner of her little room, with her nose buried in a... 'borrowed' book. "yes. i like to read." she admitted softly, looking proud of her ability to read, and she was. most of the rat and mouse men liked to keep their women stupid and dependent, so they didn't try to run off like Esmeralda was planning.

she had to admit though... she rather liked putting the theory into practice... the feeling of his cock in her mouth was... very nice. it tasted salty, yet sort of sweet and she loved the texture, smooth and hard in her mouth. she liked the feeling of his shaft on her fingers too, he was hard, and warm, and throbbing, she could feel the pulse in his cock and she worked her fingers and her tiny little tongue along the vein to feel the throbbing of his blood, of his life, of his passion. she sighed softly from around his cock, clearly getting very into the act as she worked him a little deeper, remembering from her books that the task of a person preforming true oral sex, was to taste the base of his shaft. she choked though, startling herself so much she pulled away, but she never stopped, she tried again, using different angles and sucks to try and fir every inch of him into her tight little mousey throat... but it wasn't meant to be this time.

despite being such a clear novice, it was also clear she was really starting to enjoy the task at hand, and she was trying to do her best for him, it was pretty cute how into it she was getting and she gasped at him, her eyes wide. "r..really!? you'll take me on!?" she asked, or tried to, her mouth still wrapped around his cock it was no doubt hard to understand her, but with her ears perked up and her eyes glittering with excitement, it was clear she was overjoyed to be his new assistant. she choked again as he started to cum, and she sputtered, shocked, lines of his cum spilling out of her mouth before she finally started to swallow, the reaction instinctive as she started to swallow his seed, her eyes wide, shocked at the taste of his seed as she pulled away once he was done, looking a little stunned, her furry little lips coated in his cum as she considered what had just happened. clearly, the books had never explained quite what would happen when a man orgasmed into a woman's mouth. "...that was... shocking..." she finally admitted, rubbing her face clean before licking her hands free of his seed, licking every speck of his cum off of her body, she knew some men did like that... and if she was being completely honest... he was better than some of the meals she had to put up with in this place.
 
((One word. Minecraft. >.< ))

Flint closed his eyes, shuddering and letting out a slight grunt of pleasure as he finally paid the mousette for her efforts. Watching her initially gag on his jets of hot, strong-tasting seed, he winced slightly- few of the females who had taken him into their mouths this way had appreciated not getting any warning of what was coming, but of course it happened to Flint so rarely in this part of the world that the moment often ran away with him.
Watching her begin to drink it down, however, despite her shocked and confused expression, he was relieved; obviously, it was new for her, but she hadn't bolted at the first sign of something new.
That will serve us both well on the road. He mused.
"That was... shocking..." he heard her remark, and Flint's ears splayed slightly.
"Sorry about that." he said, apologizing anyway, though as she spoke the mousette had already begun to lick herself clean, as well as the shaft and crotch-fur before her.
As she worked, he ran his hand gently through her hair, rubbing behind her round ears gently.
"But yes, I do believe I would greatly enjoy your company along the road; it will be nice to have someone to share in the adventure..."
His playful smirk returned.
"...and besides, I would be a fool to leave behind anyone who gives head like that without being asked."
Once Esmeralda had finished cleaning him, Flint strode over to the bed, sitting down and beckoning to the mousette.
"But before we go, in the morning before your guardian misses you... I believe I promised you an evening of new sensations, did I not?"
He beckoned to her playfully with one finger.
"Come here, little mouse, let the fox get a taste of you... after all, you've had a taste of him."
 
XD i don't know what that is, but i imagine it's about as addicting as oblivion and Fallout ;) )

Esmeralda coughed a little as she swallowed his seed, blinking at him a little, her head tilted a little as his ears splayed. "sorry?" she asked, giving him a strange look. "why should you be sorry? some men start to thrust real hard when they start to orgasm. i'm glad you didn't do that, it startled me, but you didn't choke me like most men would have." she admitted as she licked herself clean. "you taste good too... not like mouse men." she admitted. "your not as sour... your salty, kind of sweet." she admitted simply before beaming as she was reassured that he would take her with him. "i do so adore adventures!" she admitted with a happy little smile as she shook her head. "i rather enjoyed it, you feel... really nice in my mouth." she admitted, going a deep red again as she blushed, turning to watch him move over tot he bed, hesitating, looking a little uncertain about what he meant by... getting a taste of her... was he going to bite her? eat her? worse!? had she really never been pleasured by the tongue of a man? obviously, or she wouldn't have looked so very terrified.

but, she moved over to him, abandoning her dress where it lay as she took his hand, swallowing thickly, a hint of fear in those excited crystal eyes as she moved onto the bed and settled onto her back, watching him as she spread her legs, half expecting him to mount her, or move her onto all fours and then mount her... but the part that knew he wasn't like other men, made her wonder, and worry about what he was planning on doing with her, or doing to her. but she didn't quiver and shake, despite her obvious fear... her curiosity and arousal was bigger, and she'd never run away from anything in her life. not even her drunken 'uncle' had made her back down... not that he'd ever hit her where the bruises would show. she watched him with even more curiosity as he settled between her legs, and what he did next, had her gasping in shock, and moaning in pleasure at the same time.
 
Flint smirked as Esmeralda eased apprehensively onto the bed, laying herself out on her back before him. He noted her fearful expression, and the unsteady rise and fall of her chest...
"Then I do hope you'll enjoy this adventure, my dear..."
His smirk remaining, Flint dropped down, and began to lick and kiss up the inside of the mousette's foreleg.
The journey produced a number of exquisite sensations even before it reached its goal. Up Flint came, teasing the tender flesh beneath Esmeralda's fur, kissing up one thigh, and then the other...
...at last, the prize was in sight.
At first, as if to tease his prey, Flint began to kiss and lick around the moistening cleft. For a moment, it even looked as if he would pass it by, working his way up almost to the mousette's navel before heading back down.
And then the fun really started.
Esmeralda's legs were spread, and Flint began with one long, slow lick over the outside of the dripping slit.
Then he moved in.
Expert fingers massaged the mousette's sensitive clit, while the fennman's flat, broad, long tongue lapped sensually, first over the outside, and then it began to... delve.
It was more sensual than Esmeralda could have previously believed, and so... different. Hot, prehensile flesh probed and curled within her, by itself more satisfying than most of the men who had previously lain claim to the female's slender body...
 
she shivered and sighed as he kissed along her, every movement he made that didn't hurt, made her relax even more until she was a nice pile of breathing goo beneath him. clearly she'd never received such soft, gentle attention before, and she was eagerly soaking up every little bit of it. "oh yes... i'm enjoying this adventure." she finally breathed, her eyes closed, clearly enjoying every touch he offered her. he could have done anything to her at that point, and she probobly wouldn't have cared. she was luxuriating in the pleasant, almost lazy pleasure that he was offering her, a small smile on her lips, gasping as he ghosted along her oh so sensitive folds, swollen with her desire and her lust, groaning as he skipped where she wanted him the most and started kissing up her belly. she didn't protest, or comment, or even say a word as he went up, she just spread her legs a little more, expecting him to kiss his way up to her breasts... but he didn't, he went back down, and the most amazing sensation flooded her.

she squealed in shock, and in pleasure and arched as his tongue delved into her folds, her back leaving the bed as her inner thighs clenched tightly around his head as she gasped, and moaned, and groaned, her head tossed back, and the most arousing noises fell from her mouth. moans, and groans, whimpers, whines, mewls, and hisses, sighs and whines of pleasure as she wriggled and squirmed in a dual effort to get away from that hot, wet, flat tongue, and to drive it deeper into her body. she didn't even know what she wanted anymore, all she knew, was that she was feeling the most pleasure, that she'd ever felt in her life, and she wanted more! and damn if he wasn't already driving her closer and closer to the strongest orgasm she'd ever have in her entire, mousey life. "ooooh gooood pleeeease!" she moaned for him, arching again as she ground her hips, trying to warn him that she was close, so close, begging him to stop, and to not stop, lost in a sea of pleasure that she couldn't escape from. how could his Tongue, be better than any cock she'd ever had in her entire life!?

(i forgot to ask, how old would you like Esmeralda to be? i won't play anyone under fifteen just to let you know.)
 
((However old you'd like her to be. My character is about in his early 20s.))

Flint smirked slightly at the squeal he elicited from Esmeralda as his tongue delved into her for the first time. Deftly, he continued to work on her moistening cleft, nipping tenderly at the mousette's hardened clit, easily sending waves of unrelentingly pleasurable sensation through his helpless prey...
I have so very much to teach her! He mused to himself.
Flint never ceased to be amazed at how effective such relatively simple techniques seemed to be when used on inexperienced country girls such as Esmeralda. He often wondered if it had begun to make him uncreative, but it seemed his storytelling skills translated well to thinking up new things to do in the bedroom, something he would learn as he put Esmeralda through her paces over the course of their adventures.
Flint briefly imagined the many benefits of having a piece of nice looking, open-minded mousette tail with him on the road; his journeys would be considerably more interesting from here on out...
 
i think i'll make Esmeralda 18^^))

she gasped and groaned, arched and moaned as he deftly worked her folds like the master that he was, arching, wriggling, writhing as he ate her out, making her buck and whimper as she drew closer and closer. he could feel her oncoming orgasm, her tight little cunt getting tighter and tighter, and every time he touched her clit she'd jerk and wail in her pleasure before she arched again, crying out as she came, hard. her slick juices lining his tongue as she writhed and gripped the bed sheets tightly, desperate for something to hold onto as her pleasure ripped through her, leaving her mindless to anything but the intoxicating, wonderful waves of pleasure that crashed into her again and again, leaving her limp on the bed as she gasped and moaned, lost to the sea he had pushed her into as she enjoyed her orgasmic high.

"oh... oh that was amazing..." she muttered softly, managing to lift her head to look at him, lust, arousal, desire and want swimming through her eyes. "oh please... give me more..." she pleaded, rolling onto all fours, lifting her long naked tail as she spread her legs and dropped her chest, presenting herself to him... begging for his cock. his thick, long, perfectly wonderful cock for her tight, so tight cunt. she wasn't a virgin, not by a long shot, but compared to fennfolk, mousefolk where just smaller... tighter. "please... oh please Flint..." it was the first time she'd actually called him by name, so lost in her pleasure, she forgot to be 'polite' to the man who was now basically her master. she knew better than to think he was a lover, to him, she was just a hot piece of tail who would give him pretty much anything he wanted. he was her ticket out of this place, and she was willing, and now very eager to pay the price, and she'd eagerly keep paying it until he got bored with her, and cast her aside.
 
Flint easily rose to the occasion, in both senses of the word. Climbing to his knees, he positioned himself behind the plainly desperate mousette, his strong hands moving to grip the sides of her hips.
Wiping his lips of her feminine juices, he smirked down at her.
"It should be a crime that you need this so very badly..."
Slowly, Flint pushed his hips forward, his firm manhood rubbing easily over the outside of Esmeralda's slick cleft.
"...truly no man has shown you this before?"
He squeezed the mousette's rump slightly.
"No longer."
The Fennman repositioned his hips slightly, and on he came.
His tapered tip spread Esmeralda's nether lips easily, and in his first long, slow thrust, he seemed to sink himself all the way to the hilt. He was large, larger truly than any male the mousette had shared the company of before, and he stretched to an extent that was almost uncomfortable.
But oh, there was no discomfort here.
Flint reached centers of pleasure within Esmeralda yet unknown to the little female, and once known, never again could they be ignored. The male drew himself back, and then, like some great piston of heat and pleasure, he sank deep once more, breaking waves of pleasure over his helpless conquest...
 
she was panting, gasping, clearly in desperate need of more, of everything that he could offer her, and she moaned as he gripped her hips with a bright gasp and a shudder of delight, her eyes fluttering closed. "please... don't tease me anymore. i simply can't take it." she pleaded, arching as he rubbed her slick, sopping cunt with the tip of his cock. she did need, need so very badly, she needed to feel that large, exotic cock spreading her wider than she'd ever been. "no... no one has ever... touched me in such ways." she moaned with a gasp. "they never... i never knew... such things... oooooh." she fell silent as he squeezed her rear, and as he pressed inside of her, she squeaked, and squealed, arched and writhed and clenched tightly, so very tightly around him with cries of passion that could have woken the entire house if there had been anyone left downstairs. as it was, it was only her drunkard of an uncle, who was well used to such noises... and would no doubt be rubbing his paws together greedily in anticipation of stealing whatever gold she made from using her body.

he pressed her wide, spreading her tight little hole to obscene amounts, making her gasp and grip the bedding so hard, her tiny little nails split the sheets, tearing them as she cried out. it felt... strange. not bad, it didn't hurt, but being that full she felt... satisfied. she'd never felt satisfied before, not even after sex, not even after masturbation, nothing had sated that burning lust for more, for better deep inside of her. so, as he moved inside of her, she began to cry out, loosing herself to the passion, and the pleasure that he was filling her with. his large dick pressing against every little spot deep inside of her that made the pressure build so fast, she couldn't hold it back, and she came all over her cock with such sharp cries of delight, a person might have thought she was dying from pleasure. oh how GOOD he felt! she knew she would never again take a mouse, or a rodent for a lover. probobly never even a cat... Canines, where clearly the best... if he even was a canine, she wasn't sure... if she'd had the mind to think with she would have asked him, but as it was... all that mattered... was his cock, and the way it was bringing her to that shining edge all over again.
 
Flint delved and delved again, hunched over his mousette conquest, grunting and panting in pleasure is he mated Esmeralda. Compared to anything previous, the vulpine male was like one of the great machines down at the river mill; an unrelenting piston.
Esmeralda, of course, was the wheat beneath it.
Flint's hand, moving from the mousette's rump, slid up, moving to grasp and kneed at one of the female's hanging breasts, which bounced under ever impact of his strong hips against hers. Hunching over still further, the male nibbled gently at one of Esmeralda's round ears.
He listened to her cries, smirking proudly to himself. It always pleased him to know he could draw such sounds from any female he chose; with so little effort, he had mastered this mousette, after all.
And for as long as she entertained him, he would have such satisfaction every night...
"I'm the best, aren't I..." he murmured into her ear as he nibbled it. "...the best you've ever known..."
 
she moaned and squealed for him. mewled and grunted and groaned as she squirmed and wriggled and cried out in passion and pleasure, gasping as she felt those strong, strong hips pounding into her again and again like a massive pounding waterfall. unyielding, and unceasing. she came for him, again, and again as he worked his hips, and his cock deeper and deeper into her as she moaned, and groaned and trembled under him. she squeaked as he gripped her breasts, and her ear twitched as he nibbled on it, shuddering eagerly. "yes! yes your the best... the biggest... hardest... fastest." she moaned eagerly as she tried to keep up with him. she was too new at this to be able to even match half of his thrusts, and ended up simply sitting there and moaning eagerly as her cunt squeezed and worked his flesh as she came for him again, her tiny claws digging into the bedding as he took her, her first time, with the fury of a bull seeing red. she was clearly starting to loose her energy, not only had she cum more than she'd ever cum in her entire life, but he was so much more than she could handle. as soon as he came, she was probobly going to pass out... but it would be easy to work her Libido and her stamina up.
 
Flint smirked, easily working the breathless barmaid. He shivered; she was a TIGHT one, and already he had felt her yielding cleft grow tighter still as she was wracked with the pleasure of release several times. At this rate, it would not be long before Flint himself had satisfied himself.
For a time, anyway.
For a moment, he slowed his thrusts, savoring what was now quite indisputably his. Biggest, hardest, fastest, his smirk grew at the praise that Esmeralda heaped upon him. He had earned them, sure enough, and he gloried in the knowledge that it was all true.
Eventually, as he neared his edge, Flint sped back up, pounding into the mousette. Something new had been added this time, a bulb of hard flesh, swollen at the base of his manhood, bumping against the barmaid's nether lips.
Eventually, it forced its way past them, and wedged itself securely inside the receptive little female.
Shortly after the knot was tied fast, Flint stiffened. More seed than any of Esmeralda's previous partners had ever produced sprayed deep into her, hot, thick and churning.
Splaying his arms to support himself above the mousette, Flint panted, still jetting sperm into Esmeralda in little spasms. His knot ensured he wouldn't be going anywhere for at least a few minutes.
"*hah*... *hah*... you're welcome." he said after his breath had returned, smirking broadly...
 
she gasped as she felt something new, something she'd never felt before, a hard... bulge? "F..Flint!? what.. what is Th..o..oooooh." she moaned as it spread her even more wide, her tight little cunt spread to it's limit under that hot, hard bulge which rubbed all the right spots in all the right ways, making her cum again, writhing underneath him as she cried out, and yelled, and moaned as her cunt was flooded with his hot hot seed. she gasped and groaned with every little thrust he gave, shuddering as his hot seed still spilled into her, making her pant and moan as she tried to relax, wincing as she realized she couldn't... the bulge was locking them together so that they where connected. "oh g... god... that.. feels so good..." she was grinding her hips now, unable to stop herself from trying to milk him of every speck of seed. she didn't know if separate species could impregnate each other, but she wasn't too worried about it, Flint wouldn't pump that much seed into her if she could get pregnant, and she took steps against such things, eating such herbs as her mother had once taught her. it would be pretty damn hard to get per pregnant, even with a mouse man. "feels... so good..." she moaned again, nearly fucked stupid. he really was good at what he did, and she was practically asleep beneath him, despite still being locked together.
 
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