nsfw lmao

Getting Caught

Surviving in the Constant was always hard, but, ever since Wren took him under her wing, each day seemed more tolerable than the last. Her stone cold demeanour melting into a kinder, more forgiving nature, but, even with that, things were still quite tense. It turned out that, beneath his own look of uninterest in intimacy, he adored her. But unfortunately, that wasn't what the scientist was occupied with.
It had been months since he hard a hard on, let alone morning wood. Each little fabric of his pants teased the poor man, making him groan quietly. He peered out of the tent, looking for any sign of the Woman of his dreams. Yet, she was away, tending to the gardens and the three birds they owned. He sighed, quickly working off his slacks to rub himself through the thin layer of cloth from his boxers. Each rub sent a shock of pleasure through his body, as he slowly opened the small flap to reveal his girth. He rubbed the sides with one hand, tasking the other to keep him quiet. Precum flowed in rivers, painting his fingers a translucent white. Small whimpers would escape when he rubbed that certain spot beneath the head, and sometimes, his fingers would dip too low to brush against his sac, causing a groan to rumble in his throat. His fingers left indentations to prevent any sounds from getting too loud.
"Ngh, hah, pleasepleaseplease, I just.."
He huffed, his speed increasing.
"Mmgh, Wre-enn.. Fuck.."
Wilson whispered to himself, gripping a bit firmer to satisfy his growing need. He shuddered beneath his hands as he slowly sped up,  Just a little longer, just a few more minutes, and he would-
"Snowbird, the jerky is ready and the someone needs to pick the... Tea leaves."
Wren entered the tent, reading off a small slip of paper from her self made notebook, but, seeing the man sprawled against the beefalo fur blankets, her cheeks dusted with a bright pink.
"M'Lady! I-"
Her singed, reddish brown hair and porcelain skin were illuminated with the sun's rays, as her expression was frozen in surprise. It was as if his dick was set alight, tucking it away and "out of sight." Her look of shock softened into a lustful smirk, as she slowly licked her teeth. She sighed, closing the tent flap behind and cocking her head. She cocked her eyebrows teasingly, as his girth pulsed in his hand.
"Good god, is this any way for a gentleman to behave? You must be running a fever, you're burning up. Tell me, Wilson. Were you close?"
His eyes widened in surprise when she sat down mere inches away, her soft, cocoa brown eyes piercing into him.
"Wait, I -"
her hand snuck down under his chin, as her small fangs glimmered in the faint light.
"Were you close, dear? You're turning purple, Snowbird, Breathe.."
He was like putty in her hands, as his breathing slowed. He melted in her palm, as she smiled.
"Good.. Now, start slow."
"Miss, I would-"
Her eyes flickered that pinkish crimson, as her frills flaunted. Her eyes were locked on to his, as she smiled with malicious intent.
"Come on, love, put on a show for me, won't you?"
He traced his finger down the shaft, restarting his process. He bit at his lips, he was getting loud again. He raised two fingers to silence himself, and Wren's eyes flicked towards them. Her talon snatched it up, pinning it against the ground. His fingers scrambled against the fur blanket, as he looked on in surprise. A deep, feminine growl rang through his ears.
"Don't you even THINK about keeping those sweet moans in, Higgsbury."
The hollowness that accompanied her voice caught him off gaurd, slowing him a bit. Wren noticed this, and used her free hand to guide his hand.
"Mmgh! M-M'Lady?!"
"If you're going to be a horny little scientist, the least you can do is be a bit loud. Don't worry, I won't hurt you.."
He picked up his pace, and Wren's hand slipped down to his thighs, rubbing circles into them. He groaned, his eyes rolling back. Wren snickered.
"Getting there again, Aren't you? Rub right there, it'll feel- there you go.."
Wren's talon let go of his other hand, gently caressing his face. He was gasping, biting his lip.
"Yes, please, Miss!"
Wren felt the warm precum starting to fall onto her hands, as he moaned from the buildup.
"Soaking wet, aren't you babe? Just from me rubbing on your strong thighs?"
"Ga-ah, Wren, please.."
"Just wanna fuck your hand till you paint yourself white? Are you close again? "
His grip tightened, the pleasure was too much. This only heightened when he felt two familiar fangs brush against the crook of his neck, followed with a tongue. Wren smiled against his throat as he gave a high pitched moan in response.
"How long has it been, Wilson?"
He was practically thrusting into his fist now, his puffy hair whipping back in bliss. He could barely speak without moans cutting him off, his eyes fluttering from pleasure.
"T-too long, haah, Wren, ple-ease.."
Her eyes deepened in color, as her purrs rumbled against his throat. A deep, lustful growl took their place, as she continued to suck and bite.
"I'm not doing a good job of you can still talk.. Let me fix that."
She gripped onto his throat, a sweet spot being abused by her ravenous fangs. He yelped, as Wren left small bruises with her teeth. They didn't hurt, of course, and they would be hidden easily, but the fact she left them..
"Keep going, that's a good scientist.."
His vision grew hazy, each of his spots being hit as he rubbed just under the head with each stroke. Drool tipped from the corner of his mouth, and Wren giggled a bit. He was practically encased in Wren's soft voice, as he pumped himself with a new ferocity.
"I can see it, you're so close, aren't you Wilson? You wanna cum for me?"
Her whispers grew husky, as her lips trailed their way across his face. He couldn't make a word that could answer, as each word was replaced with a gasp or a groan. It was too much, he needed it..
"Cum for me~.."
Her lips met his own, Silencing any further cries as the white spilled over. He continued to pump despite this, milking himself dry as they parted. When he finished, he felt a new wave of fatigue wash over him. He glanced to see Wren running her finger through the mess, lapping it off like a starved dog.
"Good boy.. Next time, let's enjoy this together, shall we?"
She got up, brushed herself off, and smiled towards him once more. He gave no verbal response to her offer, but his dick gave a rather interested twitch.
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Hee hee writing Wren as a dom is fun