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Jak & Daxter: Precursor Predilections
By Tempo
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With the help of Daxter's eager paws, Tess wriggled free of the last of her clothes. Her lithe form sprawled against the bedsheets, beside his already-nude body. Grinding against her with a grin, he kissed down her neck. She squeaked, surprised by the wetness of her fellow ottsel's nose. Even now, even naked, she hadn't quite gotten used to her Precursor body. He nuzzled closer to her, nosing under her golden hair. His hands ran down her body, smoothing sleek fur. Their foreheads pressed together, spines curved in ways that would've sent her human body to a chiropractor. That soft nose met hers again, more kisses following.
Her nervous hands settled on his shoulders, stroking his familiar form. His body still moved with liquid ease under her touch. Her heart still skipped a beat when he looked up at her. His tender paws played with her long hair. With a deep breath, she relaxed, opening her mouth to the kiss.
That little tongue of his didn't feel so little in her mouth, though it moved with eager speed. Her heart raced, ears lowering under the weight of her arousal. Wetness collected in her groomed pubic hair--Dax had been right about shaving.
Heat flushed under her fur. She'd never considered that ottsels still blushed. The heat lingered longer than for humans, no doubt due to insulation. Just as she started to design a heat sink necklace in her mind, he nibbled the fur of her jawline, the sensation scribbling over her mental blueprints.
"Oh!" She hugged his back, tilting her head to let him kiss down her neck.
Gentle teeth parted her fur, scritching the skin beneath. He pressed her back against the silky purple sheets. Her tail got in the way a little, but a rock of her hips wiggled it back between her legs. Above her, those playful blue eyes searched hers, one orange paw stroking a lock of hair from her cheek, the other caressing her drooped ears. "Honey, ya got no idea how long I've wanted this…"
A slight bump against her thigh. Her gaze flicked down to see the red tip of his cock against their yellow fur. A thin sheen of liquid coated his head, as well as a streak of her fur. Her unsteady hand reached down, exploring, tracing the edge of his sheath, cupping his fuzzy sac. Her blush deepened at the thought of that night he'd gotten a little too excited from her petting, remembering how shy and aroused and adorable he'd been. She ground her legs together, lips slick with anticipation.
Daxter toyed with the fluff above her breasts and straddled her tail, pleasure spreading his grin as she toyed with him. Her hands stroked his sheath back, stroking his bare flesh. A shiver traveled down his entire spine. Tess smiled. She'd always had good manual dexterity.
A few more strokes and she started to feel his precum collecting and evaporating on her knuckle fur, cool on her hot skin. A quiet giggled bubbled up inside her. She glanced up at him. "I still like petting you."
Eyes hazed with pleasure, Daxter moaned his unintelligible approval. He drooled a little, paws on her tender breasts.
Tess smiled, feeling safe with his weight on her waist. She stroked faster, tugging his sheath now and then, liking how it made his balls move, liking how it made him squeak.
The orange ottsel panted, swelling larger in her paws as pride swelled in her chest. She rubbed faster, squeezing harder, eliciting loader moans from her fuzzy little love-toy. His smile contorted with delight, those long, supple ears couldn't seem to decide how to align. They drooped further, further, the tension growing on his face...
He jerked upright, back arching as he gripped her wrists. Frantic for speed, he helped her stroke, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut. A sudden pulse traveled up the underside of his erection, spurting an arc of white fluid toward her stomach. It landed around her navel, seeping heat through her pelt. Another tremor up his shaft; another splatter of hot semen on her creamy fur. A third throb brought a dribble, the fourth an ooze of rich ottsel appreciation.
They panted together as Daxter tried not to tip over. She could feel his heartbeat in the fading erection, a pulse she alone had sent racing like a runaway zoomer. A glance down surveyed the damage--a fair amount of come in her fur, but it'd wash out. It had to, considering how often the boy snuck off for some alone time. She examined his dick, watching it retract back home. Not the heftiest weapon she'd fired, but, judging by his face, she couldn't argue with the results.
After a few moments, he collapsed atop her, uncaring about the sperm on her stomach. Their messy fur intermingled, his tongue seeking hers. They kissed until her hips started bucking, just a little, on their own. He felt so good.
An orange knee pressed up against her lips. She worked her swollen slit against him, reveling in the texture of his fur as he watched with obvious pride.
She blushed behind her hair, which had gone wild during their session. She watched him rise from her, wondering where he was going.
Reading her expression, he smirked, sinking between her spread thighs. "Baby, what kind of gentleottsel would I be if I didn't return the favor?"
She bit her lip, nervous, as his sleek orange head nuzzled between her thighs, that cold nose brushing through her thin pubic fur. His sticky shaft throbbed on her tail. She wiggled it, feeling his soft sac and sheath move against his stiff length.
Nuzzles warmed his nose and stirred heat in her folds. His breath teased her, shivering through her thin pelt. He nibbled with ticklish lips at her outer labia, down one side and up the other. Nimble fingers brushed fur aside, locating her nipples, tweaking them, making delicate calibrations to her writhing body.
She leaned back, eyes closed as her hero's tongue danced deeper into her passage. His nose, cool and wet, brushed her clit. The yellow ottsel gasped, her legs tensing around his head. With considerable effort, she eased them back down, allowing him access to her tender, throbbing nub. It pulsed with pleasure against the texture of his tongue, lifting her breath tighter with every lap. Meanwhile, two slim fingers wriggled into her, their fur matted against her slippery walls. She clenched on them, adoring that her beloved Daxter was the one fingering her. Her hips rocked up on her tail, pressing against his muzzle with urgent need.
With a smarmy chuckle, he kissed her clitoris, suckling wave upon wave of pleasure through her body. His free hand grabbed her rump as he tilted his head back and forth, lavishing her tingling nub with ardent affection. Faster and faster his fingers stroked in her, wet noises echoing through her bedroom, until he discovered a fun little spot just under her mons…
She shivered.
He rubbed with frantic delight, french-kissing her clit.
Gripping sheets, she gasped.
Her passage clenched and fluttered at his fingers, pure joy rippling through her agile body. Her back arched from the bed--paws, shoulders, and tail supporting her weight as orgasm crashed through her. She panted his name, loving how he felt inside her, how he felt as she rippled against him, around him. As that shining moment diffused into afterglow, she eased back to the mattress.
After a few victory laps, Daxter licked his lips and rose from her petals. One paw wiped his messy whiskers, but his smug smirk remained. As he crawled up her body, her tail twined with his. A deep, musky kiss. They rolled together, relishing the feel and flavor of one another. She pulled the sheet over them, her feet wrapped around his tail base, her hands roaming his back, safe and naked in the embrace of the ottsel she adored.
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Been super-busy polishing up Windfall, so I thought I'd post a little something for you guys. : ) I'd been meaning to write ottsel smut for years and I'm pretty proud of this story. Zetht drew the original pic a while back and helped with the story. Go check out her stuff!
Let me know what you think! *wags*
Art: Zetht
Proofs: Slate, Carlminez, Darkdragon452, Apollo, TheFunkyOne
-Tempo