*NSFW* Writing Practice

[lyfibringer]

    ***With the comic getting started and lore getting written, I thought it would be good to brush up on my writing. While casting about for a topic, my perverted mind, maybe because of H.C. Missile's post a couple of days ago, settled on Yoai. One of my friends likes drooling over pictures of it, so I tried something completely different. I spent some time and came up with fantasy, possibility furry (they are a cat type race) smut. Ironically enough, my friend enjoys the chick on chick one I am working on now. I have no idea if this should even be posted here or not, so if not, kill it. But, please give me some feedback, as I want to hone my writing skills! Thanks!***

***EDIT: Added scene setting part and took out the place holder text. It should read better now***

He trudged to his shared living domain, mind nearly wiped clean of thought by sheer exhaustion. Once again, Sathasa had been worked as a beast, clearing away snow and ice for the foundation for a new Trade House for an up and coming Trade Mistress. Or so he had been told, but what did it matter to him? He was a grunt, jumping at whatever they pointed near and throwing everything he had at doing what needed to be done. In return, he, along with the males were given food, shelter, clothing, the basic necessities of life. Sathasa heaved a huge sigh, puffing out a large billowing cloud that rolled around and in itself, only to be parted by the creator's face as he strode forward.

   He stopped, brow furrowed, head and eyes seemingly moving independently of each other, soaking up the surrounding landscape. Had he walked all the way to their home without realizing it? Shaking his head, he opened the door and stepped in, feeling warmth seeming out, escaping into the merciless vast frozen plains where it did  battle with the chill, but never claimed victory.

      Shutting the door and locking it behind him, he began peeling off layers, soaking in the heat, bones thawing from the furious cold he had to endure. Sighing, he turned thoughts to food, hoping some meat was left to made stew with. Seeing how the Sarosar he shared a house with made much more money than he, by being a Servant, usually the kitchen was stocked with fine cuts of meat and fresh fruits and vegetables. Of course eating all of Saroar's food was a good way to get kicked out, forced to move to another house. And Sathasa definitely did not want such a thing to happen! They got along well, often talking until the early hours of the morning and sharing what news they had happened to pick up during the day.

   Freed from the heavy shielding from the elements, he turned to the kitchen, which was straight past the central open fire place. And finally noticed the very person he had been thinking about reclining by the crackling fire. Shirtless, smug look adorning his painted face, he got up, painted nails trailing on the cushion. Why did he not have a shirt on...? And that look! What was this? Eyes locking, Sathasa felt his heart picking up, thoughts of food long forgotten. Such a fine face...had he lived with this beauty this long without noticing? Better late than never...

      Sathasa stared at Soroar, taking in his perfection. Snow white ears nested in equally white hair on top of his head, his slim chest rose and fell as he slowly advanced, narrow hips swaying, pure tail slowly bobbing side to side. The pink of his nipples burned against the snowstorm that was Soroar. He glided to Sathasa, paws falling in silence on the wooden floor, blue eyes peering out of a face that was still colored by make up, the sign of his status as a servant of a Trade House, chosen as so for his beauty. He stopped only inches in front of Sathasa, sky blue eyes looking up into his, filled with longing, questioning. Breathing as heavy as when moving a rock as half as big as he was, Sathasa could only nod when Soroar whispered, “Please?”

   Pulling his body up against the taller Sarosar's Soroar reached his hand up, caressing the back of Sathasa's head, drawing it down to his own. Their lips touched, and both seemed to melt into one another, hands grabbing for purchase against the tide of passion that would obliterate them both. Pulling back, their eyes met, seeming to speak without words. Staring at one another, Sathasa uttered a moan of purest longing, which was met with another kiss from Soroar, venturing his tongue against the other's lips. Sathasa slowly replied in turn, eyes drifting closed as tongues started to dance about one another, slipping in foreign mouths, venturing into unknown territory. So they stood, joined in passion, slowly submitting to the other.

   Breaking from Sathara, who was panting, the smaller Sarosar grinned as if an imp as his friend struggled to find breath. Grin fixed to his face, he grabbed Sathasa's hand, leading the way to his bedroom. Stopping at the foot of his bed, he leaned in, kissing Sathasa, startling a yelp out of him that melted into a moan. Grasping the bottom of Sathasa's shirt, Saroar disengaged a step back and pulled the heavy material off, revealing a similar slender figure. With another grin, Saroar's finger began tracing one of Sathasa's nipples and planted a peck of a kiss on the other. With an quick intake of breath, Sathasa's hand found itself on the back of Saroar's head, gently applying pressure. Teasing the nipple, tracing it with his tongue before embracing it with his mouth, sucking as a newborn but slower, savoring the moans that Sathasa rewarded him with for doing such an act.

   With hands that were beginning to shake, Saroar undid the buttons on Sathasa's heavy pants as he slid his tongue across Sathasa's chest before settling on the other nipple, eyes half closed in the pleasure of the softness of that he suckled, feeding off the moans his actions created. With infinite slowness, the pure white Sarosar slipped the last button free and let the other Sarosar's pants fall with a whisper. Sathasa, breathing heavily and shaking as if cold, stood with this hand still resting on Saroar's beautiful hair, eyes closed as he kissed one of the ears sticking from the snowfield of Saroar's hair.

   His breathing became jagged as he felt his left hand, which rested on Saroar's head, slowly fall downward until he felt breath on his penis, which stood erect and firm amidst the rest of his trembling flesh. Another moan drifted from Sathasa as Saroar's hand gripped him, gentle but firm. He fell back on the bed as Saroar began stroking him, feeling another touch him for the first time. A breathless scream ripped from Sathasa's throat as a kiss, gentle as a spring breeze, brushed against his nether head, followed by a tongue caressing him.

   Gasping for breath, shaking, Sathasa whispered, barely audible, “Pla-please?”. Answering with a smile, Saroar responded by taking Sathasa in his mouth, generating another gasping scream from him, feeling the smooth roughness of him tongue lapping as he was being sucked at the same time. Convulsing, limbs twitching, Sathasa writhed and yowled as Saroar took him deeper into his throat, head bobbing up and down, running his hands up and down Sathasa's thighs as he took the entirety of Sathasa's length into his mouth. Sathasa's back arched as he reached his hands down on Saroar's head, intertwining his fingers in the stark white hair as he moaned his approval.  

   Sathara's cries were becoming more frantic, higher pitched as Saroar's actions continued. His movements were gradually speeding up, fueled by the vocalization of pure pleasure; of an agony so sweet words proved inferior to the simplicity of moans and whimpers. Back arching, tail lashing about, legs thrumming, a primal roar erupted from Sathasa, which faded to nothing more than a crescendo of ecstasy as his fingers dug into the Saroar's hair as his seed spilled forth from his pulsing manhood. Receiving Sathasa's torrent of rage and passion, some spilled forth from the corners of his mouth as Saroar swallowed as much of the tide as his throat allowed.

   Sathara, thrashing fading to trembling, fell back on the bed, breathing ragged and deep. He raised his head to see Saroar removing his silken pants, revealing his own tool, standing tall and proud out of a trimmed thatch of white hair. With Sathasa's seed still clinging to the side of his face, he crawled up around Sathasa's trembling and drained form, impish smile returning to him. Propped up with hands and knees, Saroar planted a kiss on Sathasa's sweaty navel, working his way up, pausing to give attention to each nipple, tongue dragging up to the heaving neck, stopping to suck at the hollow under Sathasa's chin.

   Twitching, Sathasa could feel his hardness protruding onto Saroar's, pulsing in tune with each other, heat burning into him, scorching his very being. Glancing down, Saroar flashed him a sly look before rocking back and forth, rubbing them together, fury and lust meeting. Gasping, they both could feel the smoothness of each other's penis, the soft yet unyielding presence of balls, drawn close to the body. Sathasa stared at the one who had given him so much and responded in the only way he knew: sliding his hand back around Saroar's head, drawing it down toward his own, greeting the painted lips with his own, tasting the salty remains of his seed.

     

[HC_Missile]

YAY! I inspired something!  *flies away*

[Tiggerjay]

Very hot Lyfi.  I like your style.  It's easy to read and very vivid.  I don't think I really have anything that I could suggest that would add to or improve what you've got.  Do you consider yourself an amateur writer or have you studied?  I ask because I occasionally write when the inspiration strikes me but I've never studied creative writing.  I just put down what I see in my head and sometimes I wonder about it's quality.  I guess I'm hoping that you aren't just naturally this good...

[lyfibringer]

    The only study I have had is High School. I went to a small school with good teachers who liked my writing and encouraged me. Now, two years after graduating, I picked up the skill again. It feels good to write and I am hoping something that falls out of my head might get published. And if you are interested, get On Writing by Stephen King. It is the best book on writing I have even read. Even if you do not care for horror or any of his books, get this baby.

    This story was practice, as I said. But the current one I am working on will be up soon, and I am curious to see what people will think of this one.

    And thank you Tiggerjay. It means a lot to know people like what I write. And I hope you like the next one...

[lyfibringer]

    ***Well, I finished it! The smut I wrote some time ago has came to a conclusion! (For now...) So if ya like it, tell me and I will write another tailored to what ya want! Serious! The first one to post after this gets a free four page smut fest written for them! And I am complete whoring myself out here! Weeeee!!! Even if ya don't like it, tell me why and maybe I can fix it!***

       Panting, soaked in sweat, Sathasa was struck with a deep longing, a need to know, yearning for experience with the want of an unproven soldier who had never seen battle. Raising his hands, he placed them on Saroar's chest and gently pushed, giving the gentle gesture of wanting to move. The lithe Sarosar complied, rolling on his back, reaching out to grab Sathasa's silky tail, relishing the texture as it ran through his hands. Positioning himself near Saroar's hips, Sathasa reached out with a shaking hand and grasped the penis that stuck in the air, as if it would be a mirage that might disappear, only to show itself minutes later, tauntingly out of reach.

   Feeling heat, the living pulse of both life and love, Sathasa began to stroke slowly, uncertain if such a simple act could produce pleasure. Saroar had found that impish grin again and started thrusting his hips upward, working with the rhythm, conducting in the only way he knew how. Sathasa stopped, removing his hand and closing his eyes, struggling with the longing that dwelled within. Lowering his body, Sathasa could feel the warmth of his destination, letting that guide him in place of eyesight. Feeling the source bump into his nose, he opened gray eyes to discover he had indeed arrived at where he wanted to be.

   Head lowering more, tongue snaking between lips, ears twitching, Sathasa licked the back base of Saroar's factory of seed. Moving tongue upward, it followed and folded to the curves, finishing at the base of the tower which stood above him, undaunted by the knowledge of this being his first time. Saroar sighed, squirming at the soft, maddening touch, wanting more, needing more. Sathasa began conquering the tower as all do; at the bottom. Sliding tongue upward, feeling the heat as it slid up to the inevitable, to the top. Having taken the tower, he began making it his own, kissing the top, still trembling as his lips opened to admit another. He felt heat, the smoothness of the head sliding past his teeth, the taste of another, musk and darkness, such decadent darkness. Feeling another's penis collide with the speed of an drifting cloud against the roof of his mouth, tongue slipping and sliding, over and under. 

   Sighing with pleasure, Saroar tried to relax as warmth enveloped him, feeling the silky roughness of Sathasa's tongue running down his length. Slowly, Sathasa began sinking his head down, taking more in, rubbing the underside with his tongue. Sucking, he rubbed Saroar's hairless legs, eyes closed in satisfaction of knowing pleasure and secure in the fact of he could give as well. Feeling contact on an ear, he opened up to the other Sarosar bidding him to rise, face flushed from his efforts. With a “pop”, Sathasa let Saroar free of his mouth, still tasting the other Sarosar as he allowed himself to be pulled up on the bed, relishing what had just transpired.

   Grabbing a pillow and rolling over off the bed, Saroar opened a drawer by the headboard, shifted around some items and pulled out a small, corked clay container. Gliding around to the foot of his large bed, penis bouncing in front of him, he slid a hand under Sathasa and grabbed a hand full of firm butt. Jerking his pelvis upward, Sathasa cried out at the unexpected, but not unwelcome, touch. Sliding the pillow under the startled Sarosar's rear, Saroar uncorked the bottle with his teeth, spitting the cork on the wrinkled blanket. With a tender touch, he spread Sathasa's legs, kneeling down in between them to plant a kiss on the tip of the penis jutting in the air.

   Breathing heavily, Sathasa could only wonder what was going to happen next. Was he going to be suckled again? Or...he jumped as he felt something wet and cold touched him down there, rubbing his nether opening. Recognizing it to be Saroar's finger covered in something silky smooth, rubbing it over the his only entrance. Breathing hard, Sathasa could only shake as he was being stroked, slowly, spreading more of the liquid. Feeling the chill in the air, listening to the dying fire crackle in the main room, the finely woven blanket enveloping and form to his body...Sathasa knew what was coming, knew Saroar wanted this, he knew he wanted this. Pressure mounting, so slowly at first, his finger gently pushing, begging to be let in.

   With a gasp from the recipient, the wondering finger gained admittance, pushing ever so slowly inward. Yet again, Sathasa could only pant and twitch as another first was tenderly taken from him, with a loving touch. Feeling another in him, even so little, was like nothing he had ever felt. Pushing into the tightness, Saroar's finger slid inward, granting pleasure with every moment. Legs spread, penis throbbing, Sathasa felt the presence slide ever deeper until he could feel the rest of Saroar's hand resting against him. The finger began moving around slowly, rubbing roof of the enclosure, delivering blossoming warmth and pleasure throughout Sathasa's body. Arms, legs, penis...all was effected by such a simple act! Calling out, trying to voice what was coursing in his body, Sathasa stretched out, letting every inch of himself feel this!

   Saroar began pulling his finger out slowly, stilled curled as a fishing hook, then slid it back in, repeating the movement to Sathasa's cries and calls for more. This went on for some time, speeding up and slowing down, giving the virgin Sarosar the impression of timelessness. If it was an eternity or only a few minutes, in time Saroar pulled out, leaving Sathasa drained and out of breath. Propping up on elbows, he asked, “Is that it? Not that it...”. Trailing off as he saw Saroar pouring that strange and wonderful liquid on his hands, then stroking his penis, covering it, coating what had been in Sathasa's mouth. Leaning back, he felt more rubbed on him, preparing for what was to come. “Shhh, relax.” Saroar cooed, voice low and thick, rubbing finger popping in again, giving cause for a moan to burst from Sathasa.

   Then the finger disappeared, replaced by a soft, vast but demanding pressure pushing, requesting entrance. This, this felt so much bigger! A finger was one thing, but could Saroar even fit his tool in, liquid or not? The soft head was proving to have some iron behind it, pressing firmer on an opening that was much too small! Sharply inhaling, body taunt, Sathasa found himself proved wrong as the head slipped in, warmth pouring forth from it. Grasping the blankets in both hands, trembling as he felt himself being worked in, hardness slowly advancing inward. More crept in, filling Sathasa with heat and presence so, so fine! Further and further in, ever so slowly and fulfilling, feeling it stop, pulsing heat and pleasure. Reaching down, he found his rigid member sticking straight in the air and began stroking it, feeling so much stimulation that he cried out.

   Pressure told Sathasa that the beautiful Sarosar began pushing again, slowly, as was his way. Feeling something give in him, wrapping his legs around what he knew now to be his lover, Sathasa spasmed as the warmth pressed forth into new depths. Feeling softness against his butt, lying on his back, he knew Saroar was completely in him, as what he felt was those balls he had licked for the first time. The wet coating, the heat, being penetrated so deeply...Sathasa knew love for the first time, knowing giving and taking, and that of pleasure. Pulsing, the presence pulled back, then came forth again, causing both to cry out in light, airy voices, intermingling as their creators did. Out, then in again, pressing forth, feeling filled to the brim as it was driven home again. Over and over, both sweating despite the growing chill in the air, locking eyes as both tried to become one. The screaming winds, the snow whipping around, the falling night and the hidden stars all bared witness to passion, to a growing love between the two Sarosar who had found solace in one another.     

   Gripping his penis, feeling the beautiful agony as he stroked himself as Saroar slipped in and out, speeding up as his breathing grew harsher, more ragged. He stuck a finger in his mouth and began sucking, feeling what was in him grow harder, firmer as it sped up, speeding up his stroking and sucking of himself. Crying in a sweet, clear tone, Saroar drove in one final time, and shuddered as his penis danced and jerked, deep in Sathasa. Miming what was happening in him, Sathasa's back arced as his hand worked at his tool, erupting forth his seed for the second time all over himself and Saroar, still buried in his new lover. Panting, pulling his flagging self free, Saroar crawled into the bed, pulling close to the exhausted, spent form of Sathasa.

   Laying together, semen wet and warm against them both, hearts winding down, the two could only manage a single kiss, sealing them to each other. Worming under the covers, their passions sated and left to grow while they slept, they tumbled into sleep, slender forms entangled, cheeks glowing in the cold, hair devilish from the wonders thay had shown each other. And so we leave them, having witnessed something rare and beautiful in it's own right: That of true love.

[Tiggerjay]

Once again you have dramatically outdone yourself.  That was some of the best erotica I have ever read.  As before, very vivid, very easy to read and picture.  And incredibly arousing!  You have a real gift.  It made me do naughtai things... >:3

[lyfibringer]

Once again you have dramatically outdone yourself.  That was some of the best erotica I have ever read.  As before, very vivid, very easy to read and picture.  And incredibly arousing!  You have a real gift.

Thank you very, very much! It means a lot to me to hear that from an unbiased source.

It made me do naughtai things... >:3

Ummm...I succeeded? Would you like to see a different story? I have a few others that are works in progress, but I would like to show off as well. The others are more yuri based, not that I think that will be a problem..., and I feel are better quality in terms of character. Just give me the word and I will post 'em!

NOTE: I edited the first part of the story, adding in scene setting and taking out the place holder text. It should flow better now.