"Just relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.
As his skilled touch began working over her tense shoulders, a slow heat spread through her body. What started as a simple massage soon became something more—something deeper, more intimate. The way his fingers traced her curves, the lingering caress of his lips against her neck… Zoella knew exactly where this night was headed.
And she wanted it just as much as he did.
The fire crackled softly in the corner of their den, casting flickering shadows against the wooden walls. Zoella stretched out on the plush furs covering their bed, her red hair spilling across the pillow. The day's tension still clung to her muscles, but she knew Furny would take care of that.
"Relax for me, love," Furny murmured as he straddled her thighs, his warm paws gliding over her bare back. He started at her shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the tight knots of muscle. A deep, satisfied sigh slipped from Zoella’s lips as he worked his way down, his touch firm yet gentle.
His claws traced light, teasing circles along her spine before moving outward, massaging the dip of her lower back. The heat of his touch spread through her, easing every ache. She shivered when he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades, his breath warm against her fur.
Moving to her arms, he lifted one gently, kneading the soft muscle from her shoulder down to her wrist. His fingers traced along the sensitive skin of her inner arm, lingering at her pulse point before he did the same to the other. Zoella flexed her fingers as a contented hum left her throat.
Furny shifted lower, his paws gliding down the curve of her hips, then over her thighs. He kneaded the firm muscles, his thumbs pressing just enough to make her gasp. He chuckled at the sound, enjoying how she melted beneath his touch.
"You’re so tense here," he murmured as he worked on her calves, fingers pressing and stroking in slow, deliberate movements. The tension unraveled from her limbs like ice melting in the sun.
Then, his hands moved back up, resting on the plush curve of her rear. His grip was firm, yet his caress was slow, exploratory. Zoella arched slightly into his touch, a lazy smile playing on her lips.
"Furny…" her voice was a breathy whisper, half-plea, half-warning.
He chuckled, his thumbs tracing lazy circles over her soft fur. "Just making sure I don't miss a spot."
Zoella shivered under him, anticipation curling low in her belly. The night was still young, and his touch had only just begun.
Zoella let out a soft, contented sigh as Furny’s paws lingered on her hips, his teasing touch leaving a trail of warmth along her fur. When he finally pulled back, she stretched lazily, rolling onto her back beneath him. The firelight flickered over her body, illuminating the snowy white of her fur, the contrast of her red-tipped tail, and the inviting curve of her form.
Furny’s blue eyes drank her in, the hunger in them unmistakable, but he kept his touch slow, deliberate. He started at her collarbones, tracing the delicate line with his fingertips before working down, his paws gliding over the swell of her breasts.
A small gasp slipped from Zoella’s lips as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, her body reacting instantly to his touch. He circled them with gentle strokes, teasing her with light flicks before pressing his palms fully against her chest, kneading and massaging with just the right amount of pressure.
"Furny…" Her voice was breathy, need curling through every syllable.
He grinned but didn’t rush, taking his time to roll her sensitive peaks between his fingers, watching as she writhed beneath him. Only when her breath hitched did he move lower, his touch gliding down the soft curve of her belly.
His paws pressed and stroked in slow, hypnotic motions, easing away any lingering tension. He traced his claws gently over her sides, eliciting a soft shiver, before moving lower still.
Starting at her feet, he massaged each one with care, rubbing slow circles into the arch before trailing his fingers along each toe. Zoella twitched at the sensation, a mixture of pleasure and ticklish sensitivity making her giggle.
Furny smirked. "Sensitive here too, huh?"
"Maybe," she teased, her eyes dark with anticipation.
He worked his way up her legs, kneading the muscles with firm, loving strokes. When he reached her thighs, he took his time, spreading her legs just enough to get better access. His fingers danced over the soft inner flesh, pressing, rubbing, stroking in slow, lingering motions.
Zoella’s breath hitched as his touch inched higher, teasing the sensitive skin near her core without quite touching where she ached for him most. She squirmed, hips tilting, silently begging for more.
Furny chuckled, his voice low and rich. "Patience, love."
Zoella let out a half-groan, half-whimper, her body alight with need. The massage had turned into something far more than simple relaxation, and they both knew it.
And yet, Furny wasn’t finished taking his time.
Zoella’s breath came in soft, uneven waves as Furny’s paws kneaded her inner thighs, his teasing touches drawing her deeper into blissful torment. Her legs parted instinctively, inviting him closer, yet he took his time, letting the anticipation build between them.
His fingertips traced delicate patterns along the sensitive skin just beside her aching core, never quite touching where she wanted him most. Zoella let out a needy whimper, shifting her hips in a silent plea.
"Furny…" Her voice trembled, a mixture of frustration and longing.
He chuckled, his breath warm against her belly. "I love hearing you like this," he murmured, letting his fingers finally graze the soft, heated folds of her sex.
Zoella gasped, her back arching at the gentle but deliberate touch. He traced along her entrance, parting her with slow, teasing strokes. His fingers moved with practiced ease, spreading slick warmth as he massaged her with sensual precision.
His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, measured circles that sent shivers racing up her spine. She moaned, her body instinctively rolling into his touch, seeking more.
Furny watched her intently, drinking in every reaction as he played with her, coaxing her higher with every pass of his fingers. He slipped one inside her, curling just right, then another, stretching her with delicious pressure. The way her walls clenched around him made his need flare, but he kept his focus on her pleasure.
Zoella’s breath hitched, her hands fisting the furs beneath her as heat coiled deep within her belly. He built her up slowly, relentlessly, stroking her inside while his thumb continued its firm, rhythmic caresses over her clit.
Her moans turned into gasps, then sharp cries of pleasure as her climax rushed toward her like a crashing wave. "F-Furny—!"
He pressed harder, rubbing faster as her body tensed, pleasure tightening through her limbs. Then, with a final stroke, she shattered.
Zoella’s back arched off the bed as her release hit, her cry of ecstasy filling their den. Her body trembled beneath him, pulsing around his fingers, her fur damp with heat.
Furny didn’t stop right away, drawing out every last aftershock with soft, lingering strokes until she finally collapsed against the furs, utterly spent.
He leaned over her, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, his blue eyes dark with love and satisfaction. "You’re breathtaking," he murmured.
Zoella let out a weak chuckle, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "You… are unfairly good at that."
Furny smirked, trailing a finger along her thigh. "I take pride in my work."
She reached up, pulling him down into a lazy, lingering kiss. "Then I think it’s only fair I return the favor…"
Zoella lay beneath Furny, still trembling from the pleasure he had given her, her green eyes hazy with lingering bliss. The fire cast golden light over them, flickering shadows dancing along their fur. She reached up, cupping his face, pulling him into a slow, languid kiss.
Furny groaned into her lips, his body pressing closer, their warmth mingling. His paws roamed over her, relearning every curve, every soft place that belonged only to him. She melted against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him where she wanted him most.
“Furny…” she breathed against his mouth, voice soft but filled with raw need.
He lined himself up, teasing her entrance, rubbing against her heat but not pushing in just yet. Zoella whimpered, her hips tilting, wordlessly begging for more.
With a deep, reverent sigh, he eased into her, slow and steady, stretching her most intimately. They both gasped at the feeling, at the perfect, familiar fit. Zoella’s arms tightened around him, her fingers tangling in his blue hair as he buried himself fully inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync. Then, Furny began to move.
His thrusts were slow, and deep, each one deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second of being inside her. Zoella moaned softly, tilting her hips to meet his pace, her body welcoming him completely.
He kissed her—long, deep, and full of emotion—pouring every ounce of love into the movement of their bodies. This wasn’t just about pleasure; it was about them, about the connection they shared.
Zoella whispered his name between soft gasps, her nails dragging lightly down his back as he continued his slow, intoxicating rhythm. Every movement sent waves of warmth curling through her, building higher with every roll of his hips.
Furny watched her beneath him, utterly captivated by the way she unraveled in his arms. "I love you," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with emotion.
Zoella’s heart clenched, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes—not from sadness, but from the sheer overwhelming love she felt in that moment. "I love you too," she whispered back.
The pleasure built between them, slow and unstoppable, until neither could hold back any longer. Their rhythm faltered, movements becoming more desperate as they neared the edge together.
Zoella cried out, clutching him tightly as her second climax tore through her, her body clenching around him. The sensation sent Furny over the edge as well, his growl of pleasure muffled against her throat as he spilled into her, filling her.
They clung to each other as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed, their bodies still entwined, hearts still racing.
Furny pressed soft kisses along Zoella’s shoulder, her cheek, her lips. She sighed, utterly content, tracing slow circles on his back.
"Stay like this," she murmured, nuzzling against him.
"Always," he promised, holding her close. Keeping himself buried deep inside her.
As the fire crackled beside them and the cold Arctic night settled outside, they remained wrapped in each other’s warmth, basking in the glow of their love.