Pleasured

The fire crackled softly in the corner of their den, casting flickering shadows against the wooden walls. Zoella stretched out on the plush furs covering their bed, her red hair spilling across the pillow. The day’s tension still clung to her muscles, but she knew Furny would take care of that.

“Relax for me, love,” Furny murmured as he straddled her thighs, his warm paws gliding over her bare back. He started at her shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the tight knots of muscle. A deep, satisfied sigh slipped from Zoella’s lips as he worked his way down, his touch firm yet gentle.

His claws traced light, teasing circles along her spine before moving outward, massaging the dip of her lower back. The heat of his touch spread through her, easing every ache. She shivered when he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, his breath warm against her fur.

Moving to her arms, he lifted one gently, kneading the soft muscle from her shoulder down to her wrist. His fingers traced along the sensitive skin of her inner arm, lingering at her pulse point before he did the same to the other. Zoella flexed her fingers as a contented hum left her throat.

Furny shifted lower, his paws gliding down the curve of her hips, then over her thighs. He kneaded the firm muscles, his thumbs pressing just enough to make her gasp. He chuckled at the sound, enjoying how she melted beneath his touch.

“You’re so tense here,” he murmured as he worked on her calves, fingers pressing and stroking in slow, deliberate movements. The tension unraveled from her limbs like ice melting in the sun.

Then, his hands moved back up, resting on the plush curve of her rear. His grip was firm, yet his caress was slow, exploratory. Zoella arched slightly into his touch, a lazy smile playing on her lips.

“Furny…” her voice was a breathy whisper, half-plea, half-warning.

He chuckled, his thumbs tracing lazy circles over her soft fur. “Just making sure I don’t miss a spot.”

Zoella shivered under him, anticipation curling low in her belly. The night was still young, and his touch had only just begun.

Zoella let out a soft, contented sigh as Furny’s paws lingered on her hips, his teasing touch leaving a trail of warmth along her fur. When he finally pulled back, she stretched lazily, rolling onto her back beneath him. The firelight flickered over her body, illuminating the snowy white of her fur, the contrast of her red-tipped tail, and the inviting curve of her form.

Furny’s blue eyes drank her in, the hunger in them unmistakable, but he kept his touch slow, deliberate. He started at her collarbones, tracing the delicate line with his fingertips before working down, his paws gliding over the swell of her breasts.

A small gasp slipped from Zoella’s lips as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, her body reacting instantly to his touch.