She clipped the collar on my neck and took a step back.
“I don’t know, John,” she said. “It makes you look…”
“Like a pet?” I asked.
She nodded, not exactly in approval.
I looked in the mirror at the way it nestled into my fur. My tail began to wag.
I felt… Protected. A warm comfort spread through me as I brushed my hands through the fur on my neck, feeling the leather strap taming my wild passion. It looked out of place on my fox-like features, but it felt so natural. So real.
“Sophie, I hope you can get used to this.”
By the time we made it to the bedroom, our clothes had been left behind in a crumpled trail. My penis was throbbing with anticipation, enhanced by the bond to my wife that the collar strengthened. She clipped on a leash before collapsing over the edge of the bed.
I knelt on the floor, pushing my nuzzle up to her warm pussy. I lapped my tongue and inhaled, admiring her scent. Her thighs quivered as she moaned, caressing my head and scratching behind my ears. I pushed my tongue further in, desperate to take in the full taste of her. Wild passion rushed down my spine to fuel my twitching erection.
My carnivorous fangs began to gently nibble on her labia as I sucked. She moaned again. My cock yearned to be surrounded by her warmth, planting its seed.
I licked a line from her lips to her belly button and grabbed her waist. I slipped the tip of my cock in her lips and let out a relieved sigh as I pushed all the way in. Burning lust rushed from my penis to the rest of my body. Without thinking I pulled her hips toward mine and thrust again, my head high in the air.