by Verity Rayne
As we step toward the couch by the tree, its plush striped fabric eagerly anticipating the warmth of our tingling bodies, you turn toward me and we kiss once more. At last, our hands roam free, groping each other’s flesh as our growing fur keeps us warm. Our mouths are fused together now, tongues wrestling each other as if we’re eating each other’s faces. You taste as delicious as ever as you pant inside my mouth. My hands can’t stop groping your asscheeks and, after a few seconds, I pull from our kiss and start slathering my tongue over your nipples, tickling each of your nubs hungrily. I’m about to drop to my knees, but you beat me to it, leaping down to a squat and taking my throbbing rod in your hands as they become paws.
I can feel the tip of your tongue lick the hole on the fat head of my cock, savoring the flavor of my leaking seed. Then your tongue begins to wag along its length, your hands moving to my thighs, then at the crooks between my legs, taking my balls in your paws. The moment you make contact, my hips thrust forward on their own and you take me in your mouth. It’s warm and wet inside you, your tongue hard at work, and we thrust hips and face together as you suck me dry. My ears twitch and I can feel our wolf snouts growing together. You’re taking me balls-deep and my head’s craned to the ceiling, our faces pulsing to the changes as my asshole begins to tighten. My fingers, slowly becoming paws like yours, start to clinch your hair, holding on until you feel the my claws on your scalp. My jaws are wide open and the way your paws feel on my balls is driving me to orgasm faster than before. I hear you mumble and I tremble to the tingle from the sound, trying to keep from cumming for a few more seconds, for a few more licks. But control is an illusion by now: by that point, we are wolves again, fully returned to our primal forms.
All of a sudden, a dull thud comes from the ceiling and I jump, making me blast a thick wad of cum down your throat.
I shudder as my hip locks, just as much from surprise as from pleasure, holding the back of your head and looking above us as my cock continues bucking inside your mouth, pumping more gobs of seed inside of you. The grinding sound on the roof stops and we hold in place, me gasping for breath, but trying unsuccessfully to be quiet. I’m relieved it’s no one inside the house, but the realization of where the sounds are coming from gives me an uneasy feeling.
Just then, I can feel you back your head up, your throat swallowing my jizz. You wipe your mouth with the back of your right paw, looking up to the ceiling with me. Both our ears prick to the faint sound of jingling sleigh bells, to a few heavy footsteps coming from above. Instinctively, we’re holding each other face-to-face. Realizing my form, I am a bit nervous, but you turn my face to yours. Your piercing eyes look back at me from above your same familiar mischievous grin. As you draw your paw from beneath my jaw, I can already feel myself getting hard again, my sticky cock rubbing against your furry inner thigh.
Like two naughty children staying up past bedtime, we sneak around the corner paw-in-paw past the living room, toward the entrance to the kitchen. You peek your head around the corner and look through the room to the adjoining living room, to the smoldering embers in the fireplace. I am behind you once more, my paws on your shoulders, sliding down your forearms before they stop at your elbows. You glance back at me knowingly, then hold your right paw to your face. I watch with you as specks of dirt flutter down the chimney as a faint rustling sound comes into the room. But the more I do, the more I keep staring at your marvelous backside, your coat of white fur shimmering in the flickering light from the tree. Just that quickly, I have forgotten the sound from the roof and the fear that it brought.
I lean my face closer to the left side of your neck and my paws begin to wander. The left one glides up to your left breast, cupping it gently. My right paw succumbs to gravity, tickling your tummy as it nears your wanting pussy. When I kiss the crook of your neck, your body twitches, then relaxes. My left paw begins groping your left breast, grabbing and swirling it in lazy circles. As you exhale, your body instinctively inches back into mine, and one of my claws tickles your swollen clit. Your eyes close, then open, still watching intently as one black boot, then another appear in the fireplace, round red-suited legs following them down as our visitor appears. As you watch, you bend forward, shoving your ass against my lap with my paw resting on your pubic bone. Your right paw is reaching behind your head, caressing my face and scratching the fur on my head. When you feel my fangs nibble gently against your neck, your claws dig into me. You feel the tip of my rock-hard cock tickling the bottom edge of your pussy. I release your breast for a moment to take my cock in my paw, guiding its fat tip into your dripping cunt. As our hips move toward each other, easing my shaft inside you all the way to my furry balls, I look up and follow your gaze back to the fireplace. There, I’m startled to see a man in a red suit with his back to us, dropping handfuls of candy into the stockings hung from the mantle.
With your pussy throbbing around my hot rod, however, soaking me in your delectable juice, the realization that Santa Claus is in the next room immediately transforms into excitement. He hasn’t seen us yet, and we are determined to make the most of this.
We squish into each other once more, your ass clapping against my grey thighs as I hold your body to me. My face remains buried in your neck, licking and knawing it voraciously as you crane your head up high, letting my left paw glide up and down your throat before grabbing your bouncing breasts. My left paw is covered by your own, holding it fast to your clit as I pump you from behind. All the while, we glance up at Santa, watching him move from stocking to stocking, never looking behind him as he works.
The more Santa ignores us, the more adventuresome we get. We start moaning louder and louder, thrusting harder and faster. The more we fuck, the more you reach across the entryway to the kitchen and grab a nearby wooden post with your paws, letting your claws tear deep ruts into its shape. This leans your body forward until it’s almost parallel with the ground, backing your ass harder against my lap as we fuck. In this position, my paws slide back to your hips, grabbing your asscheeks firmly as I take you. Then I push your ass off me and spin you around, lifting you up in my hands as your white furry legs wrap around my hips. Our faces meet in a violent kiss and I ram my cock back inside you, our paws roaming everywhere all over our bodies. I bang you against one wall, then you push back and spin me backwards into another, my cock getting harder as your pussy grips it tighter, urging it to release once more.
We spin again and I set you on the edge of the now-empty dining room table, its varnished wooden top warmed by your tingling body as I lay you backward like the main course. Lifting your legs up, I drill you intensely, my face tightening as I’m about to orgasm once more. You feel your body scoot and squeak its way back and forth against the table, our thrusts hard enough now to knock one of the chairs to the floor. I look back at you and lay my full weight on you, as if trying to fuse our wolf forms together, and the table creaks out a complaint beneath us. As I kick another chair over against the wall, one of your moans sends a shiver through my right ear, your juice splattering out of you, onto my cock and pooling onto the table, and I can’t hold back the first pulse of cum. I dig my own claws into the tabletop and shudder with you, our powerful jaws wide open as we are rendered powerless by our combined climaxes.
With every pump of cum, however, I start to become aware of a strange person’s sound, a voice coming from the other end of the living room:
“HO-HO-HHH-HO-HH-HOO-HOOOOO!”
We look and there’s Santa Claus looking back at us, sitting there with his pants down around his ankles. He’s slumped backward on the couch by the tree with his right hand wrapped around his fat red cock, and we look just in time to see one final squirt of cum burst out of it, splattering against an adjoining wall. When our eyes meet, his round cheeks burn bright red from embarrassment. You’re about to say something when Santa touches his nose with a cum-covered finger and disappears in a cloud of sparkling white glitter. The grinding of the sleigh against the roof and the jingling be
lls follow immediately after.
We look back at each other in silence, then start laughing, kissing each other as we do. I roll off of you and pull you toward me, spooning our bodies together as we lay on the dining room table.
As our bodies slowly revert once more, fur retreating back into our bodies until we can feel our sweaty skin once more, I whisper in your ear, “Merry Christmas, my dear,” then nibble on your earlobe.
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