Niasa & Duncan – 8. Cruising the Caribbean Can Create Companionship

Migraine and dry mouth were not the best things to wake up to, even when they’re accompanied by the sunlight softly shining on your face. But that was fine; safe to say, I was used to waking up hungover. Plus, it was far from the worst one I’ve ever suffered, merely a three out of ten. I hadn’t gotten that drunk last night.

The bed was a mess. The sheets had all fallen down, as well as one of the pillows. Our clothes were strewn everywhere, and I could even see one of my shoes on top of the dresser in front of the bed. Good thing we didn’t have to do the cleaning, although I felt like I would need to apologize in advance to whoever would be tasked with getting our scent out of the sheets.

Outside on the balcony, the sea was calm, softly shimmying under the sun, and the sky was as blue as ever. This promised to be another beautiful day in the Caribbean Sea. Maybe we could actually make it out of our room today, enjoy the onboard pool, the spa, the gym, the theater, the restaurants. Not that I was complaining about spending the entire day -and night- with my spouse in our suite for our honeymoon, but we had paid for the whole package on this cruise.

Yawning and stretching, I managed to extend my hand far enough to reach the bag placed on the nightstand, and retrieve the aspirins in the front pocket, in spite of what was weighing me down. I don’t mean the hangover, I mean the furry, muscly, wifey mass spooning me, partly laying on top of me. As I popped one aspirin, she began to stir. Her arm wrapped around my torso, brought me closer against her, then she moved her head closer to mine, took in my smell, and… burped in my ear.

“Good morning to you too,” I said.

Niasa snorted, then kissed my neck.

“How long have you been awake?”

“I woke up about half an hour ago, but I went back to sleep,” she mumbled. “Had a good night, darling?”

“Mostly. Something kept groping me in my sleep.”

“Hey, you’re my property now. I can do whatever I want, whenever I want,” my wife said, her paw clutching my arse.

I turned around to face her. “Oh, is that how marriage works? I didn’t know. Maybe I should get an annulment.”

Niasa smirked. “Too late, husband. That union has been so consumed it’s…” She winced, then massaged her forehead. “Fuck. So consumed it’s practically digested by now.”

“Hungover too, eh? Not surprising, after all that red wine last night.”

“Hmph, yeah. That was some damn good grape.” She closed her eyes and smiled at the memory.

“I’ve got some aspirin, if you want,” I said

“Painkillers don’t do shit for Hellhounds, darling, you know that. Buuut… If you really want to help, there’s something that always relieves my achings.” She licked her upper lip. “All of my achings.”

I lifted my head on my elbow. “Hmm, what could you possibly be referring to? Oh, I know: a scalp massage.”

“Nope.” She lifted her head too.

“No? How about… A foot massage?”

“Try again.”

“Back massage?”

“Nuh-uh”

“Butt massage?”

“Duncan.”

“A warm cup of tea?”

“Duncan.” She smirked again.

“How about watching a chick flick while eating dark chocolate?”

“Duncan.” Her paw went to grab my nape, hunger flashing in her eyes. “Stop being a brat and get to work.”

“Work? Whatever do you mean, love?” I replied, my face the very picture of innocence.

My wife scoffed, then grabbed my head with both paws, and pushed me down. I resisted as much as I could -which wasn’t a lot. I descended along her body, passing by her perfect breasts and her well-sculpted abs. Soon, her muscular legs wrapped around my neck like a furry noose, and I found myself caught in the sexiest of traps. I took a moment to appreciate the all-too familiar warmth of my wife’s most intimate body part, before giving it a lover’s kiss. With tongue. My wife sighed happily as I worked my mouth organ inside her. One of her paws went to pet my hair, while the other fondled her tit.

Her love juices poured into my mouth, coating my tongue as it ran along her good spots. My wife started quivering and breathing faster. I put a hand over her abs; I just loved the way her stomach muscles became taut when I brought her closer to an orgasm. In fact, I loved it so much I decided to keep her there for a little while, so as to truly enjoy the moment. I licked her G-spot, gave it a few tickles, then slid my tongue back in my mouth. My wife gasped, tutted, then glared down at me. Oh, sorry, love. I began licking again, this time also sucking on her clit, then stopped again. My wife grunted in frustration this time, baring her fangs.

“Oh no, you don’t,” she said.

“So sorry, I think my tongue is getting tired,” I told her, unable to keep from smirking.

“Yeah? Maybe you need some motivation.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say no to a scalp massage.”

That quip made my wife laugh. Then, she jumped up, still holding me between her legs, and ended up on top of me, her mound pressing down on my mouth. She grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head.

“Lick me. Now,” she growled. “And make me cum quick.” With a mean smirk, she added: “You know how I get when I’m frustrated.”

Hmmm, yes I did. Actually, the memory of the last time she got frustrated was still present in my mind. It was just last night, after all. I had apparently been going too slow and too soft -a silly mistake, of course-, and she had decided to take the lead… roughly.

“Now,” my wife repeated, her paw balling my hair.

“Yes, dear,” I said, and I started eating my wife’s pussy in earnest.

I’m saying “my wife” a lot, aren’t I? Ah, well, I can’t help it. Chalk it up to being a honeymooner.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she said, moaning and licking her lips. “You’re mine, now, so I expect this every morning.”

“Mmmh, such terrible oppression,” I mumbled into her very wet folds. 

She growled again, her pussy dripping on my face as I went back to sucking on her love button. Her lips stretched into a carnivorous smile, and her fluffy tail wagged left and right. Then…

Someone knocked on the door.

“Breakfast, ma’am!” a perky female voice announced on the other side.

“Come in!” my wife immediately answered. 

Erm, what?

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she admonished me.

Oh, it’s like that, eh? Not surprising, I suppose: this wasn’t the first time my wife has enjoyed an audience during our intimate moments. I resumed working on her as the door opened. I heard what I assumed was some kind of serve trolley being pushed in our room, then, predictably, a gasp.

“Just put it right by the bed, please,” Niasa said, looking above her shoulder.

“I, um, yes,” the employee said. She sounded young, about our age.

I tried to peek above my wife’s thigh, but she just tightened her hold.

“Ah-ah. You’re on me, darling,” she said. “You’re not getting out of here until I cum all over your face.”

The employee silently pushed the trolley next to our bed; I could almost hear her blushing. Niasa reached out and grabs a cupcake, and bit into it, “accidentally” dropping a few crumbs on me. This made me realize I was quite hungry, in addition to being horny. Our guest had probably noticed the latter as well, given that I couldn’t even try to hide my hard-on.

Niasa thanked the employee, who stammered some kind of “you’re welcome”, and headed back to the door. Was it just me, or did it sound like she was stalling as she left? Well, I wouldn’t blame her: my wife sure is something to look at, especially naked and mid-fuck. Unless it wasn’t Niasa she was looking at…?

“Something got you distracted, darling?” my wife said, her glowing orange-red eyes glinting with amusement. “Focus, I’m nearly there.”

Indeed, it only took a few moments of tenderly licking the softest parts of her pussy, and sucking on her clit for her to cum. The first orgasm of the day has always been my wife’s favourite. This one looked like she’d be upbeat and energetic until sundown. It wasn’t howling good, but it was whole-body quiver good; also, leave-a-mess-on-my-mouth-and-chin good. A couple of seconds later, I heard the door close. Apparently, our guest had stayed for the fireworks.

“Oooh yeah,” Niasa said, head tilted back. “That’s how you deal with a migraine.”

“Glad to hear it,” I said. “Um, about our… guest…”

“Ah, don’t worry, darling. This is an adults-only cruise, that kind of thing happens often. Hell, I bet we weren’t the first couple she saw getting it on today.”

True enough. Niasa picked up a piece of toast, buttered it, then ate it in one bite. My hands temporarily free, I tried to push her thighs off me, but I might as well have tried to budge a rock I was pinned under. She did move her hips back a few inches, freeing my mouth as well. Then, she got another piece of toast, put some jam on it -raspberry, going by the color-, and nonchalantly pushed it in my mouth. I obediently chewed. Yes, it was raspberry.

“Does it taste good with a side of pussy?” my wife inquired.

“Very. Can I get up now?”

“Nope.” Niasa grabbed another cupcake, which she shared with me. “That’s just your break.”

“You said you’d let me go after you came all over my face.”

“I didn’t say how many times,” she said with that predatory smirk that’d leave no man indifferent -and quite a few women, too.

After inhaling a third cupcake, my wife slid her hips down my body, trailing some of her juices on my torso, until her pussy lips came in contact with my rock-hard cock. I was still pinned to the bed, but I could now move my upper body. Well, that was what I thought, until I moved to take a croissant on the trolley, and Niasa grabbed my hands again.

“Um, I’m a bit hungry, love,” I said.

“Oh, don’t worry. I take care of what’s mine.”

My wife took the croissant I was about to get, tore it into pieces, and shoved them in my mouth one by one. She did the same thing with a few other foodstuffs. Then, she prepared a cup of tea, and poured the contents in her mouth. I wondered since when she preferred tea over coffee at breakfast, until she leaned down to kiss me. As she did, the hot, amber liquid dripped from her mouth into mine. Being fed like this was actually rather pleasant, and I’m not just saying that because Niasa’s hot, soapy cunt felt great pushed against my dick, though it certainly didn’t ruin anything.

Niasa had ordered breakfast for three, which was just enough for the two of us. After the last pastry had been ingested and the last drop of coffee gulped down, my wife leaned down over me, brushing my hair with her free paw and looking straight into my eyes.

“We have a weird definition of romantic, don’t we?” she said.

“I’m more than fine with that,” I said.

“Me too.”

We stayed like this for some time, staring into each other’s eyes, simply enjoying the moment, the energy between us. After a little while, I saw something shine in my wife’s gaze, and her expression shifted from loving to… something else. She leaned further down, until her mouth brushed my ear. Then, she took to softly rubbing her pussy lips against the length of my boner. I bit my lower lip to keep from gasping. She kept on moving her hips, slowly and deliberately, just enough to give me a little bit of stimulation. Reflexively, I tried to move my hips, but she almost immediately immobilized me with her legs. Then, she gave my cock another gentle rub; I quivered as her pussy lips kissed the head, this time.

“I wonder how long I can do this to you before you break,” she whispered.

“Oh, I can take it, love,” I proudly said. “You’ve tried that on me so many times. I’ve become so good at taking it, you’ve ended up losing patience first the last few ti-”

She shushed me with a kiss, a long, deep, and ravenous kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth like it naturally belonged there, and toyed with mine. Our mouth organs battled for dominance, but she quickly won, and pushed further. I shuddered as I felt her entering my throat, and struggled to free my hands. To no avail: Niasa was completely in control. I knew that, of course, but I still had to try. It makes things more fun -for the both of us.

I was actually panting by the time she released my throat. She hadn’t stopped caressing my dick with her pussy the whole time, leaving me sensitive enough that a soft breeze might make me cum. Her glowing eyes pierced into mine, their glint of superiority almost hypnotizing me. She knew she was going to win; her tail was already wagging with delight. Pressing her lips against the shell of my ear again, she said:

“Beg for it.”

“Never.”

Her fangs closed around my ear, and tugged gently. At the same time, her torso came in full contact with mine, letting me feel her voluptuous breasts, with erect nipples. The sensation of her warm fur made it so much worse. Bloody hell, this was bad.

“Beg,” she repeated, like I’m a dog she’s training.

Fuck it, fine. I lasted almost five minutes this time.

“Please fuck me,” I said through clenched teeth.

“That’s it?” She chuckled. “As I recall, you made me beg a lot better than that, yesterday.”

“Did I? I don’t rememb-”

She interrupted my lies with a little shimmy of her hips. My lips trembled as I suppressed a moan.

“You did. You made me call you “master”… and you called me your bitch. Even made me wear that collar…”

I smiled. “Oh, right, I did do that. And as I recall, you were very much into it.”

Niasa clicked her tongue. “Maybe. But, big turn-on or not, you have impugned on my honor. I want payback.”

“Is that right?” I muttered as I felt her fangs move down to my throat.

“Yup. Now, beg.”

I gasped as she bit my neck, just deep enough to leave her mark. She also licked my skin, making me shudder again.

“Okay, okay!… Gods. Please fuck me, mistress, please.”

“Do you want it?” she whispered. “Do you want my pussy around your cock? Do you want me to ride you until you come?”

“Yes. Yes! Fuck. Please, mistress!”

“What would you do for it?”

“Anything!” I said without thinking. Thinking was not really a possibility anyway.

“Anything, uh? Would you call me mistress in public?”

“Yes…” 

Not like I hadn’t done that before…

“Would you eat my pussy in public?”

“Yes!” 

Wouldn’t be the first time either.

“Would you wear the collar?”

Wait, what?

She lifted her head to look into my eyes again, triumph brightening both her eyes and her facial lines, lupine ears raised, a gluttonous smile on her mouth. Her index claw ran along my neckline as she licked her lips.

“I told you I wanted payback. Now, will you wear the collar?”

I didn’t answer immediately, but it wasn’t because I hesitated, only because talking was a bit difficult for me. You see, to better make her point, Niasa had grabbed my dick and pointed it at her cunt, letting the head feel the warmth of her insides. Ah, Gods, I would have said yes even if she was asking me to go naked in public all day.

“Yes,” I managed to say.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll wear the collar, mistress.”

“Attaboy.”

Before I knew it, something was wrapped around my neck, just tight enough that I knew it was there.

“It looks good on you, my prey,” Niasa said, running a claw over the material.

My prey. Hearing her calling me that reminded me of the last few times she and I went… hunting.

“Alright, enough stalling,” Niasa said. “My pussy’s actually aching.”

How do you think my cock feels? I almost asked. Niasa lowered herself on me, and within seconds my hard dick was once again invited to the best place in the world. The warmest, too. Not a second later, my wife started moving her hips, the inner walls of her wet pussy sliding up and down my cock. She finally let go of my hands, which I immediately used to get ahold of her round arse. Her grunts in my ear turned into growling as she quickened her cadence.

“That’s it, prey. Moan for me.”

I hadn’t even noticed I was moaning. What I did notice was one of her paws clutching my head, claws mingling with my blonde hair, while the other was planted next to my shoulder for support as she fucked me faster and rougher still. She tilted my head back, and kissed me again, dominating me with her tongue just because she could. This whole power play must have gotten her really riled up, because it only took her a few minutes of hard fucking to bring herself to a second orgasm. This time, she actually howled in pleasure. The crew member who had introduced us to our suite had mentioned it was soundproof; for our neighbours’ sake, I really hope it was.

That orgasm didn’t stop her, of course. My wife grabbed me by the collar, and began slamming her hips against mine hard enough that I was probably going to be bruised there throughout the day. I didn’t even think of tapping out, though. Absolutely not.

She leaned back, towering over me, her gaze still laser-focused on mine. Then, she took my hands and placed them on her tits; I didn’t wait for her command to start kneading into them.

“Say you’re mine, prey,” she said, her claws brushing the sides of my throat.

“I’m yours, mistress,” I moan.

“Again, prey. Louder!”

“I’m yours, mistress!”

My wife’s back straightened, her tail shot up, and she came again. A good thing too, I could not have lasted another minute. Actually, I did not last another second. Feeling Niasa’s hot, velvety cunt tightening around my dick was all I could take. She looked down and chuckled.

“Good thing I’m on the pill, right, darling?”

“Right…” I mumbled, dropping my head on my pillow.

She laid down by my side, her furred arm resting on my chest, her paw toying with my collar. I closed my eyes to enjoy a few minutes of rest, but ended up going back to sleep. When I woke up, my wife had left the bed for the bathroom. I planned on joining her in the tub, but by the time I came in, she was already drying herself and brushing her fangs. Better luck tomorrow.

“What do you think, love?” I said as I hugged her from behind, my chin just about reaching her shoulder. “Do you want to see the rest of the ship today?”

“Why not? I’d like to try the hammam and the movie theater.”

“It’s “cinema”, love. You’re not in America anymore, you’re in the Caribbean, where we speak proper English.”

Niasa made a “pshh” noise that sprayed toothpaste on the mirror. She spotted the collar, still on my neck, tenderly brushed it, then removed it. 

“Too bad, I was getting used to it,” I confessed.

“Oh, don’t you worry, darling. I’ll make you wear it again. And I might not warn you beforehand, next time.”

The morning passed by quickly, on account of the two of us sleeping in -and then staying in. We started with the hammam, with one session right before lunch. All the individual units had been booked in advance, so we had to use the shared unit. A couple was already present when we came in: a bulky Asian guy with a wolf tattoo on his chest, and a Kobold woman with beige fur that looked half his size. The latter spent a few minutes trying to convince her significant other to… make the best of their time there, but he was clearly feeling the heat too much to do anything. Hard to blame him, I was in the same boat. This place was hot. While I admit it was more tolerable than saunas -which I’m really not a fan of-, it still drained me. Niasa really enjoyed it, which, given the amount of fur on her body, I found courageous. She and the Kobold- ended up striking a conversation, while I and the lad pretty much just sat there, taking in the heat.

The movie th- The cinema ended up being a bit of a disappointment. Nothing in the new releases seemed particularly tempting, so we ended up picking this fantasy flick about Dragons and Orcs. The plot was… Well, honestly, even after nearly two hours of suffering through the film, I was still not sure what the plot was. There were Dragon tribes and Orc tribes. The Dragon tribes fought against the Orc tribes for territory, but also between each other for honor or something. There was this Orc woman who had found out something called the Lumen, which was some kind of shiny, poorly explained MacGuffin that could bring an end to the war by empowering the Orcs, or something like that. Then, there was this other Orc who betrayed his people for some reason, and gave over the MacGuffin to the Dragons, who immediately used it to kill him. But actually, he was not dead, because the Lumen didn’t kill, it turned people into some kind of demon/zombie/I seriously have no idea. Also, every fight scene used shaky cam and was edited in the most confusing way possible. Niasa got so bored she went back to concessions four times and bought more popcorn, just to have something to eat so she wouldn’t fall asleep. Yes, the film was confusing, poorly directed, not very well acted, and overall pretty bad. Not enjoyably bad, just boringly bad. Oh well. At least the tickets were included in the package.

We spent the rest of the day at the open-air pool at the back of the ship. Niasa grumbled when she saw the numerous signs forbidding cannon-balls. There was a Mermaid working there as a lifeguard. It was actually the first time I saw one in real life; they weren’t very common in the Bay Area, preferring cold places. A group of people surrounded her, almost all of them men. It must have been the first time they saw a Mermaid as well, as they asked her a whole bunch of questions, ranging from borderline-insensitive to just embarrassing. I’m not kidding, one of them asked her if Mermaids were descended from manatees. Several of them also tried to pick her up. She fended them off by telling them she’s working, but it was clear she was really not interested -and really annoyed. Hard to blame her, especially considering one of them offered to get her “mer-laid”. Gods…

Dinnertime arrived just as quickly. We chose to eat at the French restaurant, a place that looked, smelled, and even sounded fancy, thanks to a string quartet playing on a stage in full view of every table. called the Fluctuat Nec Mergitur -of course the French restaurant had a pretentious Latin name-, mainly because Niasa wanted to try lobster thermidor for the first time. She ended up liking it so much she ordered three of them. As for myself, I had a single course of fried scallops. Since drinks were included in the package, we ordered champagne to go with our food. Like Niasa said, it was actual French champagne, so we would have been silly not to.

“Ooh, that’s good bubbly,” my wife said. “My mouth feels fancy.”

I chuckled, and tried some too. That was the fancy stuff. Niasa tilted her head.

“What, nothing to quip about that?” she said. “Something along the lines of: “I’ve got something to make it feel less fancy?”” She took another gulp of champagne, then giggled. “You know, like your dick.”

“Uh-oh,” I said. “How many glasses have you had?”

“I’m working on my fourth.”

“You might want to slow down a little. Maybe drink some water.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, beloved wife of mine, stars of my night and sun of my days, main character of my fantasies, you… cannot hold your drink.”

“Excuse me?” Niasa scrunched her nose cutely, and folded her ears.

This was true. My lovely Hellhound could run for miles without getting winded, bench press me without sweating, and eat some of the world’s most insanely hot spices without blinking. But then it came to alcohol, she was a light-weight. She could get drunk on beer. On an empty stomach.

Admittedly, watching my wife getting drunk was something of a spectacle. For one thing, she was mouthy when she was pissed. She already didn’t have much of a filter while sober, but as soon as alcohol entered her bloodstream, all bets were off. Normally, I’d find that amusing, but we were currently in a classy restaurant, surrounded by classy-looking people. While this ship had several restaurants, getting banned from one of them for the rest of our cruise was definitely not on my bucket list -especially this early in the cruise. I filled a glass with water and handed it over to her.

“You know, you’d make a very good housewife,” she blurted.

Too late.

“You would! I mean, you keep the house clean, you cook, and when I get home from work, you’re ready to fuck. And let’s be honest, I’m wearing the pants.” She giggled again. “I should get you some dresses. And some aprons, June Cleaver style. You’d be adorable.”

“No, no dresses.” Not again.

“Ah, come on. I always wanted to try that: me, coming home to you in a dress. You, getting down on your knees, and eating my pussy, making me forget about my stressful work day. Then, you’d make me dinner, and eat my pussy while I’m eating. Then, you’d draw me a bath, and eat my pussy while I’m bathing. Then, we’d go to watch TV…”

“And I’d eat your pussy while you’re watching, I get it. You know you work from home most days now, right?”

“And yet, you’re not eating my pussy twenty-four seven. What’s up with that? Maybe I should get an annulment. Or… I could make you. Like, tie you up and sit on your face for an entire day. That’s one sexual fantasy I definitely want to make a reality, especially now that I’m married.”

With a chuckle, she got some more champagne in her, ignoring the glass of water I was still holding for her. Well, there was little point in stopping her at this point anyway. I drank the water myself; it would probably be better if one of us remained mostly sober.

“Speaking of sessual fannacies-” Niasa blinked, then cleared her throat and tried again. “Speaking of sexual fantasies, there’s one I want to try soon…”

“Oh, really?” I said, glancing at the nearby tables. Were people looking at us?

“Do you know how some people have a rape fetish?” she asked, just a little bit too loud. The two Elves at the table on my right were definitely looking our way now.

“You mean, like you do?” I said, lowering my voice and hoping she’d follow my example. “Both giving and receiving, but mostly giving, as I recall.”

“Heheh, yeah. I’m a domme, and domme proud of it.” Niasa chortled. “Domme proud of it. Heheheh. Anyway, there is something we haven’t tried yet, and I really wanna.”

I should have changed the subject. Both logic and seemliness dictated that I should have at least made the attempt. And, you know, I wanted to. But Niasa had piqued my curiosity. If nothing else, because I was surprised to hear she still had a sexual fantasy we hadn’t tried yet. I mean, in our nearly four years of relationship, we had been pretty prolific. I leaned towards her, she did the same.

“First… When was the last time you slept with another woman, darling?” she said.

“That was Sorina, only two months ago. Remember? You were there.”

“Really? No one since?”

“Well, I was sort of busy, you see. I got married, and all.”

Also, I hadn’t really pursued anyone lately. I just hadn’t felt like it. A couple of women had approached me, but I had turned them down. Nothing against them, it just… didn’t click.

“How about I help you end your dry spell?” my wife said.

“That’s your fantasy? Watching me have sex with another woman? I’m pretty sure we did that already.”

More than once, actually.

“Oh no, no, I’m not just gonna watch.”

“A threesome? We’ve done that, too.”

“Shit, darling, d’you need me to say it?” she said, laughing. “I want us to… gang up on another woman.”

Oh. Oooh.

“You mean like with Sorina?”

“Meh, no. Sorina was too… willing. I want a girl that fights back,” she replied with a toothy grin that sent a shiver down my back. “Or tries to, at least.”

Well, now.

“Erm, just so we’re clear, love, this would just be a fantasy, right?”

Niasa huffed, and drank some more champagne. “Come on, darling, I’m kinky, not morally bankrupt. I’ll make sure she’s up for it beforehand.” She toyed with her glass, running her claw along the rim. “So what do you say?”

I finished the couple of bites on my plate, giving myself time to think about it.

“Sure, I’m in. On one condition.”

“Yeah?”

“You stay sober through the whole thing.”

My wife blows a raspberry. “Fiiiine, Mister Square. Like you can handle your booze. Every time you get sloshed, you end up spilling all your secrets. Like on Valentine’s day last year, I got you that bottle of scotch, and you ended up telling me all about that time you and Gordie were in that casino in Vegas, and that Demoness bitch-”

“Alright, alright,” I hurriedly said. “So, we’re in agreement.”

“Awesome!”

“Okay, so when are we-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Niasa jumped out of her seat and ran off to the back of the restaurant. Through the throng of tables and patrons, I saw her approach and talk to someone. A waitress, I assumed, though I couldn’t see much of her. I could only imagine what that conversation was like, given the subject matter and the quantity of booze soaking my wife’s brain cells. A waiter came by my table while I was trying to keep an eye on Niasa, taking away our empty plates and inquiring whether we’d like some desserts.

The chocolate and caramel cake I ordered for my wife arrivesd a few moments before she makes it back to our table, much to her surprise and delight.

“So?” I said as she devoured her dessert.

“Wanna go clubbing after that?” she said.

“Um, sure, why not? But what about-”

“Let’s finish eating, drink some water, and go. I feel like dancing.”

All right then.

Niasa and I didn’t go dancing often. Or clubbing, for that matter. In fact, the last time we went to a night club was a little over a year ago. It wasn’t my thing, and Niasa only liked hanging out there with her friends, but we were both committed to enjoying everything this cruise ship had to offer.

My wife was not much of a dancer: for someone so athletic, she really had poor coordination. She more than made up for it in enthusiasm though, owning the dance floor with her energy; it helped that she towered over most of the other dancers, and most people around preferred to give the giant lupine creature some space. Niasa definitely danced like no one was watching. As for myself, I confess I wasn’t the most competent dancer either. I had had practice, including some lessons when I was a teenager -I thought it would help pick up girls, and it did, but it was also too much of a bother-, but mostly with slow songs. My stamina was nowhere near on par with my wife’s, who could rock her body to five consecutive, fast-paced songs without a break; I tapped out after two.

After about an hour, Niasa was starting to yawn and lose steam. We left the night club to go star-gazing on the top deck. The moon was in its first quarter that night, and the stars were numerous in the open sea, far from any light pollution. Clad in my coat to protect me from the night’s cold winds, I stood there, leaning over the guard-rail, one arm over my wife’s shoulders, taking in the night sky and its reflection in the calm sea. I could have stayed there for hours, but my wife got bored after ten minutes. We went back to our suite, and spent the rest of the evening exploring all the categories of porn available on our home cinema; Niasa mused that I had more variety on my computer.

I had forgotten about what we had discussed at the restaurant the next day, as my wife and I went to try more of the ship’s activities. First was the bowling aisle, where my wife absolutely ruled in spite of two warnings by the personnel to not throw the ball so hard that it could be picked up by a seismograph. Second was the spa. Niasa had never really gone to a spa before, and was a little curious what it was like, so we made sure to book the full treatment. Ultimately, my wife didn’t enjoy much of it. It was too calm and slow-paced for her taste, so much so that she ended up falling asleep five minutes into the full-body massage. She also declined the mani-pedi, not liking what the manicurist was proposing to do to her claws.

“Seriously? “Blunt the tips”?” she told me afterwards, as we left the spa. “I’m a Hellhound, not a house cat. I need my claws to be sharp. I mean, that’s like shortening an Elf’s ears.” She smelled her arm. “Ugh, and I’m gonna smell like ylin-ylan all day. Why couldn’t they use jasmin-flavored oils?”

“Okay, so no more spa for you,” I said, cracking a smile. “What do you want to try next?”

Niasa consulted the cruise ship’s app on her smartphone, mumbling her thoughts under her breath. One minute later, she decided: the arcade. While she was a tad disappointed that there were no prizes to be won, she still very much enjoyed the VR skydiving simulator. My personal preference went to the air hockey game, and I’m not saying that because I managed to score a solid -and surprising- victory against my wife (“The pushers were too small,” she later complained).

Throughout the day, and especially in the afternoon, I noticed my wife consulted her phone often. She didn’t even unlock it, only checking the time. I asked her whether she had some kind of appointment, but she denied it.

“Niasa, you have one of the worst poker faces I’ve ever seen,” I said as we were doing some window-shopping at one of the ship’s boutiques. “Well, your face is fine, but between your ears jumping up and down every time you hide something, and your tail that gets wagging every time you’ve got something on your mind, you simply can’t lie. Not to me. Come on, why are you constantly checking the time?”

She licked her lips -another one of her tells. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“Maybe I could make you tell me…”

“No, you couldn’t,” she said, throwing me a daring glare.

I slid a hand in the back of her pants, while pretending to be interested in a bottle of men’s perfume, and delicately wrapped my fingers around the birth of her tail. She drew a sharp breath, then glanced above both of her shoulders. There was nobody around except the cashier, who was busy doing some restocking behind the counter.

“Keep that for tonight,” Niasa said, swatting my hand off.

“Ah-ah, so something is happening tonight,” I said, smirking. “I’m guessing it’s related to what we discussed over dinner last night.”

“Stop being smart. But yes, okay, I prepared a little something for us tonight.”

“A little something, uh? Come on, I pretty much guessed what it is already, you might as well come out with it.”

She tilted her head and dropped her lupine ears, her bright eyes reflecting sorrow. “You really want to ruin the surprise I worked so hard for, darling? To make you happy?”

I sighed. There was no winning when she made that face, and she bloody well knew it. I didn’t bother pointing out that she didn’t work on this solely to make me happy,

 “No…” I muttered.

In the blink of an eye, her smile was back and her ears sprang up. She kissed my cheek.

“Don’t worry, darling. You won’t have to wait much longer.”

Cue her checking the time on her phone once again. I rolled my eyes and didn’t question it, anymore than I questioned how my wife was acting more antsy as the day went by, nor the strange smile on her face. After the boutique, we went to one of the bars for a cocktail. Niasa had her favorite, a Hemingcore, but I decided to try something new, and asked for a Sazerac. Barely two sips in, as I was still pondering whether or not I liked cognac, especially mixed with absinthe, my Hellhound suddenly broke out of her semi-trance, tipped the barman, and dragged me out. We hurriedly went back to our suite, and Niasa put the “do not disturb” sign on the door. Good thing she didn’t have an appointment…

My wife led me through the living room and into the bedroom, where she told me to sit on the bed.

“When it happens, open that drawer and get what’s inside,” she said, pointing at the nightstand on her side of the bed. “Don’t open it before.”

“When what happens, love?” I said, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh, you’ll know.”

She went back to the living room, her tail raised, leaving the door half-open behind her. A few minutes went by, and I laid back on the bed, resting on my elbows. Finally, someone knocked on the door.

“Housekeeping,” a female voice said. It sounded familiar.

“Come in!” my wife joyfully said.

The entry door opened and closed, and I heard footsteps venturing into our suite.

“Um… Hello?” the voice said, dainty and a little hesitant. The woman was clearly young, about my age, possibly a couple of years younger. “Is there someone-”

There was a blunted noise, followed by a muffled exclamation and a tumble. Assuming this was the signal I was waiting for, I opened the drawer and retrieved its contents: a ring gag, a pair of black, fuzzy handcuffs, a pink leather collar with a steel hoop, and a black leather leash.

“That’s about right,” I said to myself.

Grabbing the stuff, I rushed to the living room, to find my wife on the floor, smiling brightly. On top of her was a Kitsune with long red hair and red fur. Sprouting from the small of her back were three silky-looking red tails; on top of her head were two fox ears the length of my index finger. She was wearing a maid uniform, with a black skirt, a black top, black elbow-length gloves, and a white apron. A nametag on her top said “Cynthia”. She had tanned skin, brown eyes, a snub nose, and a petite, athletic body. Niasa was holding her bust with one arm, keeping both her arms stuck, and entrapping her legs with her own legs, while her free paw was pressed against her mouth, muffling her. The maid -Cynthia- was struggling as hard as she could to free herself, bucking against Niasa, trying to shake her arms and legs off. She was doing better than I would in her shoes, I had to give her that -not that it meant much to Niasa.

“She’s a fighter, isn’t she?” Niasa said, enjoying the struggle as always. “Pass me the gag, please.”

I did just that.

“Hold her arms for me for a second, would you?” she asked matter-of-factly.

The Kitsune had toned arms and soft fur. She was also rather strong, for such a small thing -at a guess, she was five feet three, maybe five feet four. I couldn’t hold her as easily as Niasa made it look. With both her paws now free, my wife pushed the ring in her mouth, forcing it wide open, indifferent to the maid trying to bite her fingers. Cynthia let out a strangled squeal when she felt the leather straps being fastened around her head. Regaining control of the maid’s arms, Niasa said:

“She’s still making too much noise. Get me her panties, darling.”

She forced the Kitsune’s legs down, pushing them together to help me. I slid my hand under her skirt, slowly following her thigh, enjoying the soft material of her tights. She tried to kick, but Niasa stopped her with an amused grin. My hand ventured up blindly, until the soft sensation of a damp piece of cloth told me I had found what I was looking for -and a bit more than that. I pulled down her panties with one hand, the other brushing the Kitsune’s mound. Yes, she was already getting wet. And sensitive: my thumb, running down her pussy lips, made her jump and squeal again. I gave the panties to Niasa, who pressed them against her nose, then hummed like a connoisseur sampling a good wine. Then, she balled them, and shoved them in the Kitsune’s mouth. Cynthia tried to spit them out, but the ring gag made sure they stayed in place.

“That’s better. Now…” Niasa said.

She flipped the maid over, holding her arms together behind her back.

“You know what to do, darling.”

Indeed. I grabbed the handcuffs I had dropped on the floor, and placed them on Cynthia’s wrists, who shuddered every time a cuff tightened; her tail also raised, the fur on it getting puffy. She pulled on her restraints with a muffled, barely audible grunt, and struggled some more. Niasa held her tightly, laughing at the Kitsune’s energy, until the latter gave up, out of breath.

“There we go,” my wife said, patting her head. “Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Niasa, and I like to play with pretty things. And you… are a very pretty thing.”

The maid mewled through her panties. I myself felt a shudder down my back. The regular Niasa was already quite enthralling in a dominating way, but Predatory Niasa… She was basically a sex-trap, the kind you’d eagerly throw yourself in, consequences be damned.

Niasa took to slowly running her paws all over Cynthia’s body, turning her on her back again, and groping her curves. The maid moaned and grunted as my wife’s paws clutched her chest.

“I can’t wait to see those tits,” Niasa said.

Cynthia let out a few small sounds, like she was trying to speak in spite of her gag.

“Oh no, we’re not letting you go. We haven’t had our fun just yet…”

Apparently, Niasa could understand gagged English. Practice, probably.

She ran her tongue up the Kitsune’s neck, making her shiver. One of her paws slid down from her tit to her skirt, which she pulled up, revealing her now dripping mound. Cynthia tried closing her thighs, but Niasa forced them apart again with her legs. With two claws, she gave her smooth, freshly-shaved slit a gentle rubbing, chuckling at Cynthia’s little whine. Her clawed fingers pushed between her lips, easily entering her moist intimacy.

“She’s really tight down there,” Niasa commented. “You’re gonna have fun, darling.”

My wife removed her fingers, now covered in love juices, and licked one of them. I took her hand to lick the other. Hmm. There wasn’t enough for me to judge whether I liked the taste, so I decided to get more directly from the source. Cynthia watched me move my mouth closer to her pubis, shaking her head, and made one more attempt at protecting her pussy by crossing her legs, which Niasa prevented.

Soon, my tongue dipped in her cunt, snaking its way inside inch by inch. She was very responsive, letting out a series of little squeals every time my mouth organ moved. It wasn’t long before a river of love juice poured out of her, wetting my lips and my chin. She was indeed quite tight, making it all the more easy for me to find her move sensitive spots. At the same time, Niasa kept licking her neck, occasionally biting her skin. Cynthia’s breathing became brisker and shallower as I ventured deeper, until my wife signed for me to stop.

“Take off your pants, darling. Show her what she’s in for.”

Cynthia made a small, surprised whine as my tongue left her pussy. I stood up, and took off both my bottoms and my top; might as well. The Kitsune looked up at my hardened cock, her eyes growing wide.

“Not bad, uh?” Niasa said, mouth pressed against the shell of her vulpine ear. “I bet you dreamed of getting another good look at it.”

Another? Wait… Was Cynthia our lookee-loo from this morning?

“Now, my husband just went down on you. I think you should return the favor.”

“Mmff?!” Cynthia said.

“Go sit on the couch, darling. I bet you want to know how well our little vixen can suck a dick.”

Well, maybe I was just a bit curious…

Niasa brought Cynthia up on her knees as I sat down on the living room couch, the leather cracking under my naked butt, then she dragged her in front of me. My wife reached to our captive’s mouth, and pulled out her panties.

“All right, start sucking, bitch,” she said, pushing her head towards my crotch.

Cynthia tried turning her head away, but Niasa grabbed her hair to keep her still, and kept on pushing her down. I was worried for a moment that the ring gag, lodged behind the maid’s lips and forcing them open, would be too small for the girth of my cock, but my wife had to have taken some measurements -or have had a good memory- as it was just the right size. The Kitsune made a gargled protest as her lips were made to slide along the length of my cock, but at the same time I felt her tongue coming to meet my head, circling around it.

“How does she feel, darling?” my wife inquired.

“Not bad,” I said. “I wonder how deep she can take it.”

“Let’s find out!”

Niasa pushed her further down, putting more strength in her paw. Cynthia’s throat made a choking noise as the head of my cock entered, but she offered no resistance this time.

“Looks like the taste of my husband’s cock has made you more obedient,” my wife commented. “Or maybe you become more submissive when you’re being choked? Hmm. I think we’re gonna need to test both theories.”

The Kitsune flashed her an angry, rebellious glare, to which Niasa responded by impaling her completely on my cock.

“Hmmmmph!” the maid protested.

“Good girl,” I said, petting her head between the ears. “You took it all in.”

I expected to get a glare for that too, but the look I received was anything but angry. It seemed our prisoner liked being praised.

“Keep sucking, you vixen slut,” Niasa told her. “Don’t stop until my husband comes down your throat. And don’t spill either, unless you want to clean the couch with your tongue.”

Cynthia began bobbing her head up and down, her lips moving along my cock from base to head, her tongue licking the underneath of my shaft as she went. She closed her eyes at first, but Niasa prompted her to keep them open and fixated on mine, swatting her ass to motivate her. Her brown eyes met my gaze; they were filled with lust, with just a hint of submission. Niasa looked at both of us, savouring the scene, lewdly commenting on how enthusiastic a cock-sucker Cynthia was, and on how much I was enjoying it.

My wife sensed I was going to cum without any signal from me. Immediately, she forced Cynthia’s head down one more time, and this time held her there as I sprayed her mouth and throat.

“Hmgglrg!” the Kitsune mewled, eyes wide as saucers, foxy ears standing straight up on her head.

Surprised by how much spunk I released, Cynthia tried to swallow as much as she could, but a good quantity overflowed, splashing the base of my cock and dripping down from her lips. The ring gag probably didn’t help. None of it made it onto the couch, thankfully. Niasa still made her clean my cock, then fed her the cum that was staining her chin.

Then, she released the Kistune, who sat down on her heels and threw her head back, panting, her tongue lolling slightly through the gag. My wife turned to me and lifted my still half-hard cock with her paw, and worked her magic. It was still crazy to me how she could get me hard with the lightest touches, even seconds after cumming, thanks to what she called her “magical powers” -even after everything I had seen, I still wasn’t sure I bought that. Cynthia did a double take as she saw my dick being fully erect again in the blink of an eye.

“You thought we were done? That was just the appetizer,” Niasa said.

She kneeled next to her, her bust pressing against her side.

“I bet you’re picturing that cock inside you.” Her paw went back to the maid’s snatch, circling it with her claws. “Yeah, coming in and out of you, pounding your slutty pussy. You want it, don’t you, you foxy bitch?”

Cynthia closed her eyes and vigorously shook her head no. My wife pulled up her top and her bra, revealing a pair of small, perky tits. She groped one, and played with her erect nipple.

“No? You don’t want that big cock to fuck your tight pussy?”

The maid inhaled sharply through her nose as Niasa attacked not only her nipple, but also her neck, nibbling it ever-so gently. She shook her head again, but with a lot less determination; a bit of blush adorned her cheeks. I joined in on the teasing by gently scratching her ears. Goosebumps appeared on her lower stomach, and her tails twitched.

“That’s too bad, little vixen,” Niasa said. “You’re ours to do whatever we fucking want. And right, now I want to see you raped by my husband. I want to see him pound you until you scream, so that’s what’s gonna happen. Then, I think I’ll rape you myself. I hope you’re a good pussy-eater, you fox bitch. You don’t want to disappoint me.”

Cynthia swallowed her saliva. I myself felt a shudder down my back; my wife could be really intimidating when she wanted to -which was often. Niasa pushed her panties back in her gagged mouth, then grabbed her handcuffs and removed them. The Kitsune tried to get away from my wife, but she strongly held onto her wrists.

“Let’s get her naked first.”

She made the maid stand up, then held her arms above her head so I could take off her top entirely. Cynthia actually had very fair skin underneath her clothes, with clear tan lines on her arms and legs. I untied her bra next, moving my hands around her bust and getting closer to her; she was wearing some kind of lotion that smelled of coconuts. The bra dropped to the floor. As I withdrew my hands, I ran my fingers along her skin, tracing the shape of her breasts and lingering on her nipples. Well, I did a little more than linger while I was at it: I cupped both of her tits to massage them softly. She gasped, and turned her head away, eyes closed, cheeks now very red. Niasa chuckled, pushing her head against hers and kissing her neck.

“She’s very sensitive, isn’t she?” my wife said. She glanced down. “What about her tights? Do we remove them too?”

“Oh no, they’re staying on,” I said.

However, the skirt, cute as it was, was definitely in the way. Niasa offered to take it off, but I preferred to do it myself, assuming Cynthia would want to get it back intact. The now naked maid had her hands cuffed behind her back once again, then Niasa asked me to put the collar on her. She made a cute little moan when I clasped it around her neck, and struggled again when I produced the leash. Niasa responded by opening her mouth wide and closing it around the nape of her neck, her fangs sinking into the skin without breaking it; the Kitsune shuddered and stopped struggling.

“I guess you still don’t get it, vixen bitch,” she growled in Cynthia’s fluffy ear. “You’re ours. We’re gonna do anything and everything we like to you. Fighting us will only make things worse for you. Now, we’re going to the bedroom. Behave yourself or we’ll punish you.”

Cynthia whined at the threat, but at the same time rubbed her thighs together. Still, she fought us again as we half-pushed, half-dragged her to our love nest. Eventually, Niasa resolved to grab her and toss her on our bed. A second later, she was on her, using her whole body to restrain her. I got on the bed as well, kneeling in front of them. After tying the end of the leash to the bedhead, my wife laid down on her back, Cynthia once again on top of her. She grabbed the Kitsune’s legs and lifting them up, holding her ankles on both sides of her head.

“Pretty flexible, huh?” she told Cynthia. “That’s good. Now, before we get to the fun part, we’re gonna punish you like I promised.”

“She didn’t behave herself, did she?” I said with a little smile. “Naughty vixen. What are you thinking, love? A spanking?”

“Yeah, that’ll do for her first offense. Give her ten spankings, darling. Ten good ones, I want to see her ass turn red.”

The Kitsune mumbled something like “please, don’t!” through her gag, but I moved closer, leaned over her, and placed a hand on her thigh for support. Looking her straight in the eyes, I lifted my other hand, kept it in the air for a second… and let it down on her left arse cheek. She squealed, but it sounded a bit forced, like she was reacting more in surprise than pain. Ah, I still had a hard time getting my spankings right, even with all the practice I got with Niasa; I was always still afraid of hurting the other. I didn’t even leave a handprint, and that’s the best part. Oh well, the first one was just for fine-tuning. My second spanking, on the other cheek, made Cynthia gasp, and did leave a red mark. The third left a bigger mark on the left cheek. It wasn’t until the sixth spanking that I actually made her entire body shake. The eight actually drew tears from her eyes. That gave me pause, but Niasa smiled at me, then pointed at her mound. Her pussy was now gushing, and a few drops of love juice had left small stains on our bedsheet. Our prey, it appeared, was a masochist.

Eager to get to the next step, I deliver spankings number nine and ten in quick succession, giving her arse a nice, almost uniform red color. I didn’t manage to get her to full-on cry, however. Niasa brushed her arse with her paw, then gave it a strong pat that made Cynthia jerk.

“That was just for starters,” Niasa asked the captive vixen, still holding her tight-covered legs up. “Disobey us again and your punishment will be worse. Do you understand?”

The Kitsune nodded.

“Good. Now, my husband is going to rape your pussy. Don’t get any ideas: this is purely for his enjoyment, not yours. If you want to cum, you had better beg for it first. Got it?”

Another nod.

“All yours, darling,” my wife told me.

With a little smile, I grabbed my cock, aimed it at her snatch, and pushed the head between her moist lips. She was so wet I entered her without any trouble. The short, high-pitched sound she made as the head of my cock sunk into her encouraged me to push deeper. With every inch, her eyes grew wider, and her bust arched some more, pushing her tits. I groaned as the soft walls of her pussy wrapped all around my member. Soon, I was balls deep in her; well, almost: I still had a couple of inches to go, but she was full of me. Cynthia sighed, and laid her head down on my wife’s chest.

“Don’t get too relaxed,” I said to her. “I won’t be gentle.”

I pulled back until only the head of my dick was still soaking in her juices, then slammed my whole length back in. She squealed again, and this time it didn’t sound forced. Without waiting, I immediately repeated my move, slamming my cock in her pussy again, and again, and again. I wasn’t quite as rough as I was with Niasa, just putting enough strength in my strokes to make her feel it deeply. And feel it, she did. Her eyelids half-closed, her stomach tensed up, her foxy ears twitched, and her hips moved to meet my poundings. She moaned louder and louder every time I shoved my cock in her cunt. Niasa removed the panties from her mouth again, letting her cries of pleasure fill our bedroom. She grabbed her by the throat, her furred paw squeezing the collar ever so slightly, and tutted.

“What did I just say? This is not for you to enjoy,” she told the Kitsune. She took off the ring gag as well. “Look at you. Are you going to cum, fox bitch? Beg for it.”

“Please,” Cynthia managed to blurt between cries.

“Please what, bitch?”

“Aaah! Please I- Oooh! I want to- Aah! I want to cum! Please! Aaaah! Please let me- Oh God!”

Smirking, Niasa waited a few seconds, then said:

“No.”

“What?” Cynthia blurted out.

“No, you can’t cum. I don’t give you permission.”

“But- Please! Oh my god!” the Kistune said, now sounding desperate. “Please, I have to- AAAH!”

I had taken that as a cue to start really giving to her. My hips slammed into hers with a fleshy noise, turning her cries into screams. I really hoped the walls had been properly sound-proofed… Cynthia threw her head back, pushing it against my wife’s tits, her screams interspersed with panting. She wouldn’t last long, I could tell by the way her pussy twitched around my cock; neither would I, actually.

“Please let me cum!” she cried sharply. “Please! Please!”

“I said no,” Niasa said, her smirk growing wider. “Control yourself.”

“Oh, please! I can’t- I have to-”

“If you cum, you’ll be punished again.”

She squeezed the Kitsune’s throat a little bit more, while her other paw went down to her cunt. With one clawed finger, she began rubbing her little clit. Oh, that’s low, Niasa! I thought with a mischievous smile.

I had often wondered if women could actually control their orgasms. From experience, I knew that men could, but what about women? Niasa rarely even bothered trying, always cumming as quickly and as hard as she could. Given how sensitive the female body could be, and how many erogenous zones it had, it seemed impossible. Cynthia gave it her best shot, clenching her teeth and shutting her eyes, her face turning almost as red as her arse. But with both of us working her over, she had no chance. After less than a minute of her valiant efforts, she opened her mouth, and let out a short, high-pitched scream, her tails flailed wildly, and a tremor went through her whole body. I pulled out just in time, splashing my cum all over her stomach.

“There you go. Had fun in there, darling?” Niasa enquired.

“She’s a pretty good fuck,” I said, underlining the last word. “I can’t wait to have her again.”

“You’ll have to wait, I’m afraid: it’s my turn. But first…”

She drew one of her claws along Cynthia’s collar.

“Our slutty vixen has disobeyed an order once again.”

“No, please, I didn’t-” Cynthia began to say, but Niasa pressed her paw over her mouth.

Humming a little song, Niasa picked up Cynthia’s panties, and used them to mop up my semen all over the Kitsune’s skin. Once she was reasonably clean, the stained piece of cloth went back in her mouth, this time without the gag. Cynthia mumbled a protest and tried to remove them, but Niasa pushed them down with two fingers.

“That way they’ll be clean when you leave,” she said. “If we ever let you leave, that is.”

“So, that’s her second offense,” I said. “What are you thinking, another spanking?”

“Oh no. Our little captive needs to learn to be obedient. Plus, no offense but your spankings aren’t much of a punishment.”

Fair enough.

Niasa tapped her lower lip and hummed.

“Darling, could you bring me my suitcase, please?”

I retrieved it from the closet -which was so large it was almost walk-in-, and opened it next to the bed. It surprised me how heavy it was: Niasa was usually a light packer, and in fact often forgot some stuff while on vacation, meaning we often had to buy what she had neglected to bring. She wasn’t an efficient packer either, and had made a habit of just shoving her clothes in her bags, often resulting in a crumpled mess. Niasa pushed some of her T-shirts aside, revealing a smaller bag that looked filled to the brim. She undid the padlock with a four-digits code and opened it, revealing an… interesting display. A ball gag, several clothespins, a black marker, three pairs of fuzzy handcuffs similar to the one Cynthia was wearing, two red candles, an anal plug, and a pair of nipple clamps. My wife thought for a second, then pulled the last one out of the bag, revealing that they were connected by a silver chain less than a foot long. With a carnivorous glint in her eyes and bright lines descending from them along her cheeks, she turned back to the Kitsune, who visibly recoiled at the sight of the clamps.

“Maybe these will teach you a good lesson about submission,” my wife told our prisoner.

Cynthia shook her head frenetically, mumbling scared protests, then defensively retracted her legs before her chest. Niasa and I both grabbed her ankles and splayed them before tying them to the bedframe. I was worried at how much this spread her legs, but she really was quite flexible and didn’t even seem uncomfortable. She tried to kick, testing how secure her bindings were, and found out she could only move her feet a few inches. Clamps in paws, Niasa approached the now completely restrained and defenseless Kitsune, moving the offending objects closer to her tits at a sadistically slow pace; I swear she was moving at an inch a minute. Cynthia began breathing faster, still shaking her head and mewling through her panties.

“Don’t move so much, fox bitch, or it will hurt more,” Niasa said gleefully.

With a quick move, she grabbed one of the Kitsune’s boobs, gave it a squeeze, then released the open clamp on its nipple. I chuckled at Cynthia’s reaction. She was a good actress, and it was clear she was really into it, but the way she faked pain sort of gave away the game: she reacted a second too late, and a bit too dramatically. Also, there wasn’t much she could do to cover the shudder and the hiss she made when she felt the steel object biting into one of the most sensitive parts of her anatomy. Niasa placed the second clamp, making Cynthia skip a breath. Then, my wife tied the chain to the Kitsune’s collar, pulling both clamps slightly up.

Niasa looked at her work with a satisfied smirk, then gave one of the clamped nipples a pinch. Cynthia squealed. Then, my Hellhound straddled her, her butt pressing down on her thighs, and took to fondling her tits.

“She’s quivering, darling,” she told me. “Come feel this.”

I did, putting a hand on her cheek, my thumb brushing her lower lip. She was indeed quivering from head to toes, breathing impatiently through her nose; Niasa’s treatment was essentially a tease to her. In addition to the goosebumps, rivulets of sweat were running down her neck onto her chest. Niasa’s paws became rougher on her breasts, her claws sinking into her flesh, leaving a few red marks. Then, she grabbed the chain, and gave a few pulls, smiling at the bound Kitsune’s muffled screams.

“You want it off, my little fox slut?” Niasa said, yanking on the chain sharply.

Cynthia nodded fervently, mumbling a “please” through her cloth gag.

“Yes? Have you learned your lesson this time? Are you going to be a good, submissive sex slave?”

Another nod.

“Tell you what: watching you get fucked by my husband has gotten me horny as Hell,” Niasa said, rubbing her very wet pussy on Cynthia’s stomach to underline her point. “If I don’t cum soon, I’m gonna go crazy. Here’s my offer: do a good job eating my pussy, and the chain comes off. Deal?”

Cynthia glanced at her clamps.

“No, those are staying on. You’ll have to do something else if you want them off…” Niasa licked her upper lip.

The Kitsune stayed silent for a moment, her breathing calming down a smidge, then shook her head no. I raised an eyebrow. Niasa shrugged.

“Okay, as you wish.”

But then, she raised on her knees, and moved her hips forward until her mound was nearing the Kitsune’s face.

“Hmmmfff?!” Cynthia protested, recoiling against her pillow.

“Oh, I’m still going to rape your mouth, fox bitch,” my wife said. “I was just asking to be nice. Like I said, you’re ours to do as we please.”

She ripped off the panties from her mouth, then pressed her pussy against her lips. Cynthia turned her head away, trying to avoid the inevitable, but soon Niasa’s thighs closed around her jaw, forcing it in place. As my wife’s hips pressed down on her, Cynthia mumbled:

“Wait! The chain- You said you-”

“Don’t think so, bitch. You turned down the offer, so it’s off the table,” Niasa retorted. “Now shut up and eat your mistress’ pussy like a good slave.”

“No, please! I’ve never-” Cynthia said, a bit melodramatically.

“I’m sure you’re a fast learner,” my wife said, abruptly sitting on her face, her cunt muffling her.

The Kitsune cried out in panic, and fought to get my wife off her. Even if her hands were untied, that would have been a tall order. Niasa simply clamped her thighs tighter, then moved her pussy to cover both her mouth and her nose, and stayed there for almost a minute until all resistance was gone from our captive. I don’t know what did it: the asphyxiation, or Niasa’s glare. My money was on the latter. I had been on the receiving end of that predatory, conquering glare, that look that says the battle is already lost, because of course you’re going to submit to the powerful, domineering, sexy Hellhound sitting on your face, and give her everything she wants. Of course you are. That was never in question. The Hellhound chose you as prey, and so you are hers.

Niasa growled with delight as Cynthia’s tongue ventured in her moist insides; she moved her hips slightly back to let the Kitsune breathe. Our prisoner was not at all shy for someone who was allegedly performing a cunnilingus for the first time. She was pretty good, too: I could tell by the way my wife’s back straightened, and her tail wagged. Still, it wasn’t enough for Niasa, who pressed her mound harder against Cynthia’s mouth, and even began rubbing it.

With the show I was witnessing, I had gotten hard again minutes after I had my turn. Looking at the Kitsune’s pussy, framed by her softly wagging tails and glistening with want, I decided it was my turn again.

“Really, darling?” Niasa said, glancing at me getting between the Kitsune’s legs above her shoulder. “Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes?”

“You said it yourself: we can do all we want to her. Also, we both know when you get your pussy eaten, it’s never just for a couple of minutes.”

“Hah! True,” she laughed. Peering between her thighs, she added: “I’m actually really enjoying raping her mouth. I think I’m gonna keep doing that for a while. I might even beat my pussy-eating record today.”

Good luck to Cynthia! That record was seven hours. A little gift from me for her birthday -it was better than flowers, she said. Gods, my jaw was sore for an entire day after that.

“Hold on, I got a better idea,” Niasa said. “Untie her legs.”

Thankfully, I had chosen knots that were easy to undo -too many past experiences with hard-to-untie knots. Niasa removed the leash from the bedhead, holding it firmly in her paw, then rolled on her back, Cynthia’s head still stuck between her muscular, furred thighs.

“I might as well get comfy,” Niasa announced. With a frown, she slapped the top of the Kitsune’s head. “I didn’t tell you to stop, slut.”

Seeing where she was going with this, I too gave our captive a slap, mine on the arsecheek.

“Raise your arse,” I ordered.

She moved her knees, bringing her butt up. Her arse, like her tits, was small, but well-shaped, and a good fit in my hands. I ordered her to spread her thighs; she only obeyed after I spanked her with both hands at once. Her tight pussy quivered as I pushed my cock in. Cynthia squealed when I slammed it fully in.

“That’s it, darling! Make it hurt,” Niasa said.

I withdrew myself from our prisoner’s pussy until only the head was left in, then shoved it back in with a strong move of my hips. The Kitsune gasped and screamed, as if my cock had blocked her breathing. Niasa moaned, and wrapped her legs around Cynthia’s head.

“Hmmm… I like the way she screams in my pussy.”

“Do you? Well, then…”

Grabbing the Kitsune by her cuffed hands, I began pounding her, my cock coming in and out of her fast and hard. I wasn’t making love to her; I wasn’t even fucking her. I was using her like she was a sex toy. And I wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Cynthia screamed every time I jammed my cock deep in her wet cunt, until her voice was nothing but a long, uninterrupted, muffled cry of pleasure. Her tails raised and flailed wildly, while her pussy squeezed my cock. Niasa began slithering and growling under our prisoner’s ministrations, her eyes and facial lines glowing.

“Deeper, you fox bitch!” she said, clenching her thighs. “And apply yourself. I want to feel some passion-.”

Her sentence ended in a groan, and she arched her back, biting her lower lip. It looked like our captive had taken her recommendations to heart. Niasa fondled her tit with one paw, the other clutching the Kitsune’s hair, ruffling her vulpine ears. My wife cursed and swore, bucking her hips hard enough I was worried she’d give Cynthia whiplash. Moments later, she orgasmed, howling loud enough to shake the room. She didn’t release the Kitsune, who came on my cock soon after. I myself was seconds away from cumming, so I asked my wife:

“Mind if I borrow her mouth for a moment?”

Still in the throes of her ecstasy, she gave me a little nod. I grabbed the Kitsune by her long hair and pulled her away from my wife’s cunt. Cynthia understood what I wanted from her immediately, and encircled my dick with her lips -still wet with Niasa’s juices- before going down on me again. Two bobs of her head were enough for me to fill her mouth, making her ears flutter.

I mostly lost track of the evening after that. Niasa’s Feeling did its thing and my mind entered that cozy, pleasurable blur. I remember giving up before my wife did, completely drained after what must have been four sessions with her, and at least as many with Cynthia. Niasa kept going, however; orgasms always had a way of recharging her batteries, even in the middle of the night, even at the end of a long session of… physical exercise. She too had a breaking point, though -thank the Gods.

It was late in the morning when I emerged, my arm numb from having slept on it. Niasa was on the other side of the bed, sleeping on her back on top of the sheets, a light, nasal snore coming out of her mouth, along with a bit of saliva. Cynthia was between us, sleeping on her side, an arm folded beneath her cheek, the other laying on Niasa’s stomach. I stayed down for a couple of minutes, regaining my senses and stretching my back. Cynthia must have realized I had woken up, as she turned to me.

“Good morning,” she whispered to me. “Do you have the time? I don’t know where my phone is.”

I grabbed my own phone from the bottom of the end table, from which it had dropped at some point, and turned it on to see that it was a few minutes past eleven o’clock. Cynthia’s eyes bugged out when I told her.

“My shift begins at one in the afternoon. I gotta go.”

“Not staying for brunch?” I said.

I hadn’t bothered to lower my voice, causing Cynthia to point at Niasa with concern.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s a heavy sleeper,” I said. “She fell asleep in a night club, once.”

“All right… I really need to shower before I take my shift,” she said.

“You can use our bathroom, no problem.”

“Great. Um, can you help me?”

“With?”

She pointed at the collar she was still wearing, then tugged on the leash, tied to the bedpost. With a snigger, I untied her, and went to sit on the edge of the bed to let her pass. She sat up, and licked her lip.

“Um…”

“What?” I said.

“Are you not going to… you know… lead me there?” she said, giving me a falsely coy smile.

“Oh!” I scratched my nose. “Yes, sure.”

I grabbed her leash and pulled. She followed obediently, her three tails wagging behind her. We got to the bathroom and I closed the door, and the lights turned on automatically. I did a double take as I looked at Cynthia. Her naked body was covered in writings, left no doubt by the marker I spotted in Niasa’s belongings. The word “SLAVE” was written on her chest in big, capital letters, along with the words “SLUT” and “FOX BITCH” on her legs. As she stretched her arms over her head, I also saw “USE ME” and “FREE HANDIES” on her forearms. There was even a tally just above her pussy, indicating I had fucked her seven times last night. A similar tally on her throat informed me that my wife had enjoyed her mouth and her tongue eleven times; rookie numbers, by her standards. I noticed Niasa had purposefully made those markings in places that could be hidden by clothing.

“Looks like my wife was inspired,” I said, holding her left arm to get a better look.

“Oh, you haven’t seen the best yet,” she said with a wink.

Before I could ask about that, she entered the shower cabin, turning her back to me and showing me what she meant. There were more markings and writings there, starting with a big “VIXEN SLUT” on her shoulder blades, half-hidden by her long hair. On her left cheek, a hand had been crudely drawn, with the words “HARDER PLEASE” written in the palm. The right arse cheek had “THANK YOU SIR/MA’AM, MAY I HAVE ANOTHER?” written. Following her inside the cabin with a smirk, I tied her leash to a handle.

“Hands on the wall,” I ordered her. “Let me get a good look at you.”

She obeyed, leaning slightly forward. I ran my hands along her petite body, from her shoulders down to her calves, finding more of my wife’s writings: “TIE ME UP”, “FUCK ME UNTIL I CAN’T WALK”, and “SAFEWORD = MADAGASCAR”. There were also a few bite marks and scratches, the kind I was intimately familiar with: Niasa loved to leave them all over me when she got really frisky. Depending on their placement and their size, they could either be marks of affection or proofs of ownership -usually both. 

Cynthia shuddered and sighed under my touch, then gasped as I became rough on the parts where Niasa had bitten her. She was wet again before I turned on the water. I pressed my body against hers, my hands clutching her tit and her mound, my teeth nibbling on her furry ear. My finger teased her clit until I got her to be as responsive as I wanted.

“Oh, sir!” she said, putting on a dramatic voice. “What are you doing? I’m just an innocent maid… We- We can’t-”

Bit of roleplay, eh? Sure, I was game.

“It’s your job to satisfy the customers’ desires, isn’t it?” I said. “Well, what I desire is your tight cunt around my cock.”

“But- Oh!” She moaned as my middle finger slipped between her moist lips. “Oh no, sir! Your wife is in the next room over… This is wrong, we mustn’t…”

Ha! The only thing really wrong was that Niasa wouldn’t be here to see this. She would have enjoyed this at least as much as I would have.

“Then you’ll have to be really quiet,” I told Cynthia.

“Sir, no! You can’t-”

I clasped my hand over her mouth, while guiding my cock in her pussy. Cynthia moaned loudly in spite of me muffling her as I quickly went balls deep inside her. She raised on her tiptoes to better align her hips with mine, and arched her back. As I began moving in and out of her snatch, my hand let go of her mouth to grab her throat instead. As I recalled, she quite liked that too…

“Sir, please! Oh God… No, you can’t do this! Please!” she moaned, her voice reverberating in the cabin. “Oh, please! Sir, you’re a married man, this is- Oh! Hah! This is wrong!”

My hand squeezed harder as I hastened the pace. Electricity seemed to run through her whole body every time I shoved my entire cock inside her. With my other hand, I went back to teasing her little love button. Her moans became louder and sharper, her words less coherent.

“Please, please, please…!” she said.

“Please what, you maid slut?” I said in her foxy ear, unable to keep from smirking. “Please stop? Or please don’t ever stop?”

“Oh God, oh please, sir… Your wife- Your wife will…”

“She will hear you scream in pleasure like the wanton maid bitch that you are. She will hear you fucking her husband, and on our honeymoon, no less. Is that what you want?”

“N-No, please, sir, no, I don’t, oh, I don’t…”

I have to admit, while at first I was just playing along with Cynthia, that roleplay was kinda working for me too. I think I particularly liked the idea that Niasa could definitely hear us, provided she had woken up.

The Kitsune’s whole body was now moving to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her legs quivered, her ears fluttered, and her eyes rolled back in her skull. She tried to put her hand on her mouth to silence herself, but I blocked her arm.

“Please… Please… Please!” she nearly screamed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the bathroom door open. Niasa entered, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, a little smile on her face. She drew a circle in the air with her claw. Nodding at her, I grabbed Cynthia, removed her from the wall she was leaning on, and pressed her against the cabin’s glass door, facing Niasa.

I didn’t keep the Kitsune begging for long after that. Niasa watching our tryst made it about ten times hotter for her, and she came on my cock soon after, screaming in delight. I didn’t last much longer. I’m not sure if it was the glint of excitement in my wife’s eyes as she watched us go at each other, the way she bit her lip, or even her mere presence. My cum splashed the small of her back as I pulled out, and was soon washed away by the warm water. Speaking of washing, Niasa’s writings seemed to hold even under the shower. Cynthia made no special efforts to remove them, even as she grabbed the liquid soap and took to cleaning herself.

The Kitsune washed herself quickly, then exited the cabin, humming a happy song as she did. I was about to turn the water off, when my wife entered the shower with me, her large frame occupying easily half of the space and barring me from leaving.

“My turn,” she said.

“I’m getting pruny,” I said, showing the tips of my fingers.

“I’m getting horny. What’s more important?”

Well, that was no debate.

It was half past noon when I could finally settle my stomach’s increasingly loud grumbles with some food. We had brunch delivered to our living room. The woman who brought it said nothing when she noticed Cynthia sitting down with us, even though she clearly recognized her. The Kitsune only ate a little before she left us, worried that she might miss the start of her shift.

“Maybe we can see each other again after your cruise is over,” she suggested as she put her clothes back on. “Where do you guys live?”

“In the Bay Area,” I said.

“Ah… I’m from Florida. Well, maybe if I’m on vacation on the West Coast…”

She gave Niasa her phone number, kissed us goodbye, and hurried out. As the door closed behind her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was in fact the last time we met -barring seeing her around the ship.

“This was fun,” Niasa said, shoving a forkful of crispy bacon in her mouth.

“It was. Say, love, how exactly did you talk some random woman into having a threesome, with rape roleplay? That must have been some conversation. Were you planning it in advance?”

“Planning?” She chuckled. “Darling, I was drunk. I just walked up to her and asked if she wanted to get tied up and fucked by my man and I.” She took a big bite out of her eggs-on-toast. “Heh. Pretty sure a lot of people around us heard that, too.”

“Yes, that sounds like you,” I said. “And did you just guess she was a masochist, or did she mention that in public too?”

“The latter.”

I shook my head, the corner of my lips curling up.

“Hey, like I said, it’s an adults-only cruise,” Niasa said. “People talk about this kind of shit all the time. In fact, I heard this old woman tell her husband how she’d like to peg him one time.”

She laughed as I choked on my cereals.

“Yeah, old people have no filter. I take it that’s not something you’d be into, by the way?”

“Eh, no, thank you. Much like you, I’m more of a giver than a taker.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said, throwing one of her fur-covered legs on my lap, while the other went behind my back. “You seem to really enjoy taking from me…”

“Well, that’s different, of course.”

Her legs went up my torso until they reached my shoulders, then enclosed around them. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when, seconds later, Niasa pulled me down, bringing my face against her pussy.

“So, with one item off my bucket list, let’s move on to the next,” she said, pulling up her phone as I ate her cunt. “You ever did it on the bow of a ship?”

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