I paused outside the guest room door, my hand hovering over the wooden handle.
I could still hear the soft moans coming from the other side.
Who the hell is in there?
I thought, my brow furrowing.
Out of curiosity, I opened the door, just wide enough for me to peek through. Peering inside, my eyes caught a figure.
The beastkin girl sat on the edge of the bed, one hand wrapped around the base of her tail. Her fingers stroked up and down, and another moan escaped her lips, her eyes half-lidded in what looked like pure bliss.
My eyes widened.
Woah, is she...?
I couldn't look away. Her tail—I still remembered her saying it was an intimate spot. If she was stroking it, then...
She suddenly shifted on the mattress, her free hand moving to clutch the bedsheet as she worked her hand faster along the furry length of her tail. Her breath quickened and her hips lifted off the bed slightly.
The sight stirred something in me. I had seen a lot of women touch themselves before, but there was something different about her.
I could feel my cock stiffening.
Damn...
At this point, I wasn't satisfied with just watching from the stands, I wanted to take part in the action. I wanted to feel (and fill) her—inside and out. But with the very little time I've known her, I could tell that it would take a lot of convincing for her to agree to something like that.
I needed to play my cards right.
My grip on the door handle tightened.
Well, here goes nothing.
The door opened wider and I stepped inside, clicking it shut behind me.
She froze mid-stroke the moment i entered, her eyes gixed on me, wide with shock. Her turned deep pink, her ears flattening against her hair.
"I—um—I'm so sorry! I wasn't—"she stammered, scrambling back on the bed, her tail curling protectively around her waist.
"Hey, relax," I said, keeping my voice steady and low. This was the crucial part. If i didn't choose my words wisely, she wouldn't be convinced to do it with me.
"There's nothing wrong with touching yourself. It's natural. Everyone does it."
She blinked at me, her eyes uncertain, cheeks still burning. "Really? I mean... you're not... disgusted or anything?"
"Yeah, really." I moved toward the bed, sitting on the edge beside her. The mattress dipped under my weight, and she flinched, her tail tightening around her waist. My gaze dropped to it.
I'll start with this...
"Can I... touch it?" I asked, meeting her eyes.
Her blush deepened, spreading to her neck, but she didn't speak. Instead, her tail hesitated, then uncurled from her waist, moving slowly across the space between us toward my lap, quivering.
I took that as yes.
My fingers wrapped around it, stroking upward through the soft fur with a steady pressure. She gasped softly, and bit down on her lip to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway—a needy little sound that sent a fresh throb through my cock.
Her body betrayed her hesitation; her thighs pressed together under her tunic. Her hips shifted, angling her tail towards me for better access, her breath hitching with each stroke.
I kept working her tail with one hand, while my other hand moved to her chest, cupping her breast. It was large and soft, softer than any I had ever felt before. I began kneading it slowly, circling my thumb over her hardened nipples.
A moan broke from her, and her hand moved to grip my wrist—but she didn't push me away, she just held me there.
"Your tits are so soft," I murmured, squeezing them gently.
She stammered through another moan, her voice shaking. "T-tits? What... what does that mean? Ah..."
"I mean your breasts. They're perfect."
My fingers dipped under the neckline of her tunic and tugged it down to free them, her rosy nipples already pebbled.
Leaning in, I took one into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the the sensitive bud while my hand worked the other, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
Her back arched beautifully, her hand moving to grip my shoulder.
"This... this is wrong,"she whispered, though her voice sounded uncertain. "My parents... they could come in at any time. The door's not even locked."
I ignored her weak words of protests and switched to her other breasts, sucking harder while my teeth bit the pink bud, ensuring both breasts got equal attention.
My free hand trailed lower, down her body, slipping between her thighs toward the wetness that had gathered there.
But her hand caught my wrist before I reached her folds, stopping me from making contact.
"We can't..."
I lifted my head, looking at her flushed face. "What are you so scared of?"
"We'll get caught," she said, more firmly now, though her thighs still rubbed together subtly. "My parents—they're just a room away. If they walk in..."
I sighed and stood up from the bed. Her eyes followed me, and she let out a small sigh of relief, like she was expecting me to leave.
"Is that the only problem?" I asked, turning toward the door.
She hesitated, biting her lip, then nodded shyly, her tail flicking nervously behind her.
I got to the door, and instead of opening it to leave, I slid the iron bolt into place.
Like hell I'd let this chance slip away!
Then I turned back to her, grinning.
"There. Now your parents can't come in."