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Fiona is relaxing in her surprisingly comfortable bed in the castle when she suddenly gets an armful of Scourge’s already red face. Resting on top of her tits like the horny bastard he was, tail flicking eagerly behind him.
She loved him anyway.
He kissed her hard, more of a battle of dominance than a loving embrace, gnashing teeth almost clacking together with the intensity, and she had potentially been ignoring him recently, so she responded with a soft moan and opening her mouth to let him in, which he responded to by moving his body up to partially pin her down, his tail wagging behind him as he ran his hands up her hips.
But she pushed him back. "Ah ah ah," she tutted, one hand holding onto his leather jackets collar to keep him close, "I have a better idea than the normal arrangement."
Scourge’s eyes sparkled with poorly concealed curiosity, trying and failing to come off as aloof in a way Fiona couldn't help but find somewhat cute. In a pathetic sort of way. "What's the idea toots?" He is so lucky she finds his odd vocabulary endearing rather than annoying.
"You ever hear of 'petplay' before, babe?" He probably had, he was the kind of degenerate who'd go along with almost any kink as long as he got off in the end.
"Sorta. So what, you want to be my bitch?" He asked somewhat sarcastically, his eyes shining with ideas Fiona would have to stomp out quickly.
"Oh no dear," she said softly, placing a finger against his chapped lips, "not me. You."
Scourge pulled back slightly, face losing its cute redness and turning slightly annoyed. "I told ya before, i ain't no damn bottom." And she was working to change that.
"You obviously aren’t going to bottom," she soothed him anyway, "You can be my dog while fucking me." The idea of him being completely lost to his instincts as he rut into her was so damn cute.
The return of his blush made it clear Scourge was imagining that too, though he was probably imagining himself much more dominant than he'll actually end up being.
"That sounds hot." And she had him on board, blushing exitedly already, tail wagging, fuck he was so cute.
"So, you ready puppy?" She asked teasingly, pulling him forward into her lap again, watching his pupils dilate slightly and grinning to herself.
"Oh fuck yeah-" he said, trying to regain his footing before Fiona interrupted him.
"Puppy's don't talk." She corrects him, tightening her grip on his jacket and pulling his head down so he was looking up at her. "They bark. So bark for me." She said with a cold smile, though she could feel the heat building in her own cheeks.
His pupils dilated further, his face growing more red, making her own tail start wagging slightly, and he swallowed before letting out a small "A-arf!"
He was crumbling even faster than usual! He must really be enjoying this.
She moved her free hand down and pushed it into his fluffy pube hair, having to dig through it slightly to find his button, the tip of his cock already poking out of it, which she rubbed, making Scourge let out a shuddering moan, "F-fuuuck.."
She used this opportunity to push him back slightly so she could pull her pants down, feeling her underwear already clinging to her slightly damp lips. Scourge licked his lips, already halfway unsheathed just by looking at her, the length warm and heavy in her hand.
Scourge tried to move forward, to touch her more, but she gripped and pulled his cock to make him immediately come to a stop with a moan, and leaned over him again to whisper, "Down boy." Which he obeyed with an even redder face, wide eyes, and harder cock. He was so easy.
She crossed her ankles to lean over the side of the bed, shimmyed her underwear and pants off her legs, tossing them beside her carelessly, and moved back against the pillows, pushing them back to prop her up more, and reclaimed her grip on his leather jacket, using it to tug him forward into a crawl, eager tail wagging the entire time.
She would have liked to make him hump the bed or a pillow desperately as she got undressed, but Scourge wasn't quiet ready for that level of submission yet, at least not without her over him the entire time, so she reluctantly put that fantasy away for a another day.
He grinned shakily, panting and eager, so she wasted no time and spread her legs around his waist, carefully guiding his cock between her lips until it was fully settled inside her, listening to him moaning in her ear the entire time.
Gaia he was too cute. He even let out another bark, this one more eager, causing her to gently pet the side of his head, before she squeezed her thighs in a go ahead motion and she felt him shift slight, hesitantly moving backwards, which she rewarded with a soft swear, before pushing back in with a much louder swear himself.
"Fuck, that's the spot," she moaned as he really started rutting into her, petting his head more, "That's right, good boy- Ah!" Fuck, he really liked that one.
If Fiona wasn't distracted by him fucking her and moaning soft whines into her chest she wouldn't be so surprised. But Scourge was whining softly so Fiona couldn't be expected to think clearly.
"Harder boy," he obeyed and barked between his whines, "g-good boy." She panted, making him let out a louder whine.
He was going so fast now, the only sound in the room was their mingled panting, the slap-slap-slap of his hips against hers, and the steadily growing whines coming from Scourge.
Her insides felt like they were burning up but in a very good way, warmth spilling off her in waves as she pulled him closer, her moans mingling with gasps, she could almost feel her legs start to tremble at the speed, her eyes rolling towards the roof as he pounded into her harder and harder, getting louder and more eager as the warmth built and built.
She squeezed one of his ears and he let out a pitiful whine, making her blood pump faster as she yanked her gaze down to the mess of a boy in her lap, quills tussled, eyes half lidded, a cute blush painting his cheeks and nose, and those sharp teeth of his with his tongue hanging out, completely helpless in her grip. She loved getting him like this, so horny he was completely helpless.
She reached her hand down to rub a finger over her clit, moaning roughly before moving her hand up slightly to rub Scourge’s cock, making him whimper yet again, feeling him start to tremble under her hands, which made her feel so powerful she ran her hand along his hips, still rubbing between her clit and his cock.
She felt a knot growing in her crotch, Scourge’s legs trembling harder as he grinded into her, their panting mingling into one heavy sound as they moved towards their peaks together.
She traveled her free hand back up to move under his leather jacket, feeling the soft downy fur on his chest, beginning to pant harder as she switched to only rubbing her own clit, finding his pebbled nipples hidden in the fur to pinch them tightly, making him jolt and grind harder and harder before completely collapsing into her arms.
Then she felt a warmth spilling inside her. Fuck! She forgot a condom! She pulled back before she reached her own peak, Scourge barely moving on her chest, white liquid spilling between them and staining the mattress cover. Fuck.
She took a deep breath, winding down as she focused on evening out her breathe, air pushing her chest up, then falling down as she breathed out. In, raising her chest, then out, lowering it, in, raising it, out, lowering it.
Scourge’s head had landed beneath her breasts when she moved back, his own breath evening out with hers.
Despite her breathing, the heat remained inside her, and with Scourge’s crushing weight making it clear he wasn't going to finish her, so she had to sit up slightly to push her fingers inside her wet heat, the lips spreading around her probing fingers, the world fading out around her as she pushed in, deeper, then out with a squelching sound. In and out, like her breathing, feeling herself cling to her fingers, squishing in and out as she panted and dripped.
"F-fuck, haa'h.." she rubbed faster, squishing in and out, rubbing the soft folds. "Fuck!" She moaned loudly as the knot popped and spilt out form her fingers.
She then laid back and let her head sink into the pillow as she closed her eyes.
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Fiona woke to Scourge nuzzling her breasts, the hedgehog still asleep himself.
Fiona smiled. She's definitely going to get him to do this again soon.
"Fi.." he mumbled groggily, making Fiona nuzzle him, "We're definitely doing that." He grinned up at her, making her huff out a laugh.
"Of course."