Over the Road (Anthro Herm x Male Human Story)

Part 3, Don't Poke the Bear

***NSFW Ahead!  Extremely.  You've been warned.***

Laris could not remember ever being so warm before in his life.  It was not oppressive or stifling, more rather it was an all-encompassing warmth that filled him to his core.  The soft scent of maple syrup and other sweet things soaked into Gwen's fur made his nose tingle appreciatively.  The pressure of her arm around him was like an anchor and a weighted blanket at the same time.

He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep but he felt better than he had before.  His head and body no longer ached so badly.  He didn't want to admit it, but her big furry body felt amazing to have wrapped all around him, like a dream come true.  Still half-asleep, he arched back more into her, nuzzling further into her fluffy, plush front.  The swells of two pillow-like shapes pressed against his hair and ears, bringing him closer to the source of that wonderful scent of hers.

A soft mumbling growl came from her.  He immediately froze, worried he had done something bad, only for her arm to tighten around him and tug him actually closer than his worming had already accomplished.  She was practically draped across him at this point, the crushing weight of her huge, solid frame overpowering him completely.  It felt wonderful and he couldn't resist wiggling back in delight.

Something nudged him then, a hard, persistent pressure that was wholly unlike the rest of her fluffy form.  It was incredibly firm and solid, almost like a metal rod or a piece of timber.  He wiggled again, trying to resituate himself against it.  His boxers ground against its shape again and he abruptly heard Gwen take a deep breath in.  It came out in a soft growl, sounding pleased.  Whatever it was, it was incredibly warm.  It twitched against him, pushing even harder against his rear for a second and providing a delightful increase in pressure that he guiltily realized he deeply enjoyed.

That was when it clicked.  Laris' eyes blinked rapidly open, throwing off the torpor of slumber fully now.  He glanced back at what he could see of Gwen but with her body practically laying half atop of him, his whole field of vision was dark outlines of her furry limbs.  Nothing distinct stuck out at all.  He lay his head back down and tried to calm his abruptly hammering heart.  Maybe he should just lay very still and it would go away.

The twitch came again, the heavy weight of her lower limb bobbing against his backside once more.  His face heated and he tried hard not to think about how nice it felt.  It brought back some of his only pleasant memories in high school.  The only thing was that Laira had never felt quite that...big.  Almost subconsciously, he shifted his hips, pushing his boxer-clad lower half back against Gwen more.  Maybe just...one more feel?

With him actively grinding against it now, he was absolutely sure of what he was feeling.  Gwen's aroused member pulsed against him, even through the fabric of both their clothing that covered their lower halves.  He bit his lip hard at how much warmer it was compared to the rest of her.  He sawed his legs back and forth slowly and softly, having firmly wedged her between his cheeks.  She twitched heatedly again, pressing harder back against him.

Gwen's breathing had changed.  It was heavier now, soft grunts each and every time he moved, and her paw had begun to knead the sheets in front of him.  She made an appreciative murmur as he ground back more firmly, the tip of one of her fangs showing over her bottom lip.  Her eyelids fluttered rapidly.  She must have thought she was still dreaming.

Then her big paw lifted slowly from in front of him and gripped his hip directly, which forced his movements to cease.  He was worried for a second before her padded fingers took a more firm hold on his hipbone, easily enveloping it in such a massive palm.  The tips of her dull claws creased his skin but weren't in danger of breaking through.  She pulled her hips back from his at the same time, relieving the blazing heat and pressure he had achieved.  He bit back a displeased sigh right before it returned but even heavier than before, making his eyes go wide before fluttering just like hers had been.  Gwen had just thrust herself against him, aiming herself as if by instinct.