A Night Saved

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The harlequin hare anthro was easy to spot, sitting at a small table at the far end of the bar, drinking his wine with his eyes quietly set on his book. Others in the bar were louder and brasher than Oswain, yet the hare had never felt the need to raise his voice in order to be heard. Maybe that was where his enjoyment of magic came into play, using more subtle, elegant means to subdue anyone that wanted to start trouble with him. He could always come out on top without someone else even knowing or quite understanding what he had done to them.

That was just why and how Oswain got away with as much as he did. Yet, that night, he was away from his travelling party, missions lying ahead for them, relaxing and drinking, whiling the night away.

At least, that was what the hare had intended to do. Whether or not he was on a quest, life had a funny way of throwing unsuspecting things at him. Almost as if there was someone above dictating the moves that he and his team took...though that was surely a silly thought to have indeed!

She caught his eye. Not because of her rugged beauty, the crimson scaled dragonborn reptilian with a frill above her cheekbones and piercing, amber eyes. Oh, it was cliché to say that, Oswain was sure, but sometimes it was the most obvious features that captured one ultimately. He stared when he shouldn't have, his wine glass halfway to his lips, ears twitching.

She was alone. That was odd. Not because the hare had seen her before, but, well, it was strange that she was there and she looked out of place, sitting at a table with an empty seat opposite her.

Oswain's heart pulled for her. She was stunning, dressed in leather armour -- but clean armour, with a cotton, supposedly, underlayer. It looked like she had made an effort, not just slouching in after a mission to celebrate.

He was up and moving before his mind had caught up with what he was doing, his book tucked under his arm as he approached.

Oswain smiled, though the hare could not help but be a little nervous before a dragonborn still. It was something about the teeth, yet he had had enough wine to ease the edges of his worries. And the hare was well known for being a little on the flirtier side after a glass of wine. It didn't take all that much, to be fair, for him to lose his concerns.

And she didn't look like she wanted to be alone either: that was what really got the hare to approach.

"Hello, fine lady," he said, dipping his head politely in acknowledgement, a gentle smile on his lips. "What brings you here this evening? It seems a little quiet here."

He only meant to offer conversation, though she lifted her head instantly, eyes narrowing. Oswain chanced that there was a curl of smoke wafting from her nostrils, her muzzle short but still draconian in nature.

"What do you want?" She said, though there was no aggression in her tone: she didn't need it to know that she could look after herself. "Did Thomas send you over?"

"What? The bartender, Tom?"

Oswain glanced back at the well-groomed black rat, who smiled and gave him a wave.

"No, no," he said, answering her question. "You just... I don't know. I just felt like coming over and seeing if you'd like to chat."

"Hm..."

She surveyed him, sitting back in her chair a little, her arm slung over the back of it. If she had been standing, she would have been the same height as he was, with her horns making her seem a little taller, despite Oswain's upright ears. Yet height didn't matter and he slid into the seat opposite her when she nudged it away with her tail.

"Thanks!" He said, sliding his book onto the table, unable to stop his nose from twitching in a smile. "I had intended to sit alone but...how come you're here on your own? Pardon me for being so forward, but a lovely dragonborn, such as yourself, doesn't seem like they'd be wanting for company at all, regardless of what company they'd be looking for."

She leaned back, a tiny smile on her lips, her tail twitching back and forth shrewdly.

"You don't even know me."

"No," he said with a half-shrug. "But I like to think I can get a judge of people, I'm a wizard, you know. I have to have some intuition wrapped up in all that, don't you think?"

As more wine was brought for them, Thomas clearly in on something that neither of them knew about, she smiled more genuinely and splayed her fingers out flat on the table.

"I was waiting on a date," she confessed with a snort, as if she was trying to appear unaffected. "But...as you can...they don't seem to have turned up. So, I am rather wanting for company tonight, as you put it."

The hare's mood could have soured with that news: he couldn't stand anyone that lacked in respect. Of course, there was no telling just why her date had stood her up, but...there was no time for that as he poured a glass for her, careful to keep his paws where she could see them. It was just polite, after all, and he didn't want her to even briefly think that he could have been doing something to her drink.

No, he was just being a gentlefur -- and there should never have been anything wrong with that. Not as the two of them got to know one another. Drink and conversation flowed -- more wine than, honestly, Oswain had genuinely been planning to consume.

But Oswain could never have expected the night going as well as it had, the conversation flowing more and more easily between them as they shared another bottle of red wine -- not just the single glass that he had enjoyed before. He found out that her name was Rhiannon and that she was a mage, utilising some of the same magic that he did, even though there were important distinctions between the two.

That was okay though. And it was even more okay as she dragged him back into her room at the inn, down the street from the tavern, by her tail, the hare laughing and yelping playfully as she hauled him along.

"Hey!"

"Oh, come on, wizard," she rumbled, drawing him to her as the hare's paws slipped more boldly down her body to her rump for a teasing squeeze. "You know you like it."

And Oswain did -- very much, in fact. It was easy to slide down against her as they hastily disrobed, clothes hitting the floor, boots kicked off, until they were chest to chest, the warmth of her soft breasts teasing up against his chest.

"Mmm..."

He kissed her neck, though her scales were so soft, unusually enough, that they felt like skin. The hare nuzzled down between her breasts as the surrounding room heated up, even though there was not a fire raging in the hearth, no, not at that time of year. Yet nestling down between her thickly muscled thighs was just where Oswain wanted to be, kissing the heat of her snatch and dipping his tongue between her folds.

"Ah... Yessss..."

The dragonborn hissed, arching up against him, though Oswain pressed on, gently and slowly warming her up. There was no rush, not as minutes ticked by, surely, his ears slanted back while his arousal swelled. His hard-on was not to be ignored but, well, he could set it aside to take care of a lady in that moment.

Rhiannon's tail snaked up between his thighs, though it was shorter than a dragon's would have been, under most circumstances. He'd never been with a dragonborn before, yet leaned into the pressure with a needy whine as she flipped and rolled him onto his back, panting and licking his lips while the dragonborn slid down his body.

"I see you need no help at all to get hard and ready for me, Oswain..."

He shivered. How she said his name would never be replicated by another, of that much he was sure. Her hand closed around his shaft, keeping her longer, claw-like nails out of the way, though she didn't need to get him hard, as she had said. Rhiannon's body and, of course, her attitude too had already more than done that for him.

"Unff..."

That didn't mean that the hare could not rock up into her touch, sparks shooting through him as his need built.

She didn't make him wait long, not with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the head of his cock. Straddling his hips, Rhiannon let him position his cock up against her pussy, the hare trembling in anticipation below her, before she sank onto him.

"Mmmm..."

Their moans rose, the slow slide of his cock into her ensuring that everything, that time, was seamless. He panted heavily, gripping her hips once his cock was seated up where it was needed, pleasure washing warmly through him as she bucked and rolled her hips.

"Ah... Oh, my..."

She groaned out something that Oswain didn't quite catch, bearing his hind paws down into the bed and thrusting up slowly. He wanted every inch inside her and the dragonborn was more than amenable to that, working her body wantonly up against his. It may have just been one night together, though it was one night of shared pleasure that they would remember for a long time, the hare not forgetting her at all as his wandering paw found her crotch, sliding down to tease the bud of her clit with two fingers.

"Agh! Oh, yes... Yes, more!"

He helped her along, though Rhiannon ground against his cock in a way that she took care of herself too, her breath hitching and catching while he got a prime view of her breasts. Her body was long and lean, her oblique muscles showing down the lines of her stomach, and the hare revelled in her beauty.

He had never expected to end up in bed with her, though it was not something that Oswain would have turned down, not to come together with someone that gripped his cock with such devout passion. All he needed, in that moment, was pleasure, her arousal slickening softly down the length of his cock, the rise and fall of her hips speeding up.

They tried to move together, in time with one another, but they did not yet know each other well enough for that. Sometimes they bumped awkwardly, startling grunts and giggles from each other, but it was alright: not everything was meant to be seamless. He groaned, rolling his head back against the pillows as she gripped his cock terribly tight, her inner muscles squeezing him as his head spun.

Rhiannon's snarl wound through the room as climax gripped her -- yet Oswain was only a breath behind, thrusting up more savagely, unable to help himself, as orgasm captured him. Oh, but he wanted to be caught, hot spurts of cum filling her pussy, mingling with her arousal into a potion of sexual juices and fervour that the hare was sure could not be matched in any means.

They climaxed together, shuddering, letting ecstasy roll through, though Rhiannon's orgasm lasted longer than his. Even when his cock had softened a touch, having spent all that he had to give in that round, he collapsed back to the bed with a whine and the dragonborn grinding wantonly down on him.

"Mmph... Mmm... Come on..."

She moaned, a little desperate, and Oswain perked up his ears. Was one orgasm not enough for her? That was fine, of course -- and he could surely help her out there.

He was not squeamish in the slightest about his own semen -- just a product of the body really -- and eased out of her even as Rhiannon snapped, throwing him a glare. He shushed her softly, rolling her onto her back and sliding back down between her legs, the backs of them up over his shoulders.

His tongue brushed her pussy, cleaning her up, slowly, softly, sweetly. He took his time, pressing his fluffy cheek to her inner thigh, the dragonborn's need mounting all over again.

"Ah... Yes... Your tongue..."

Rhiannon could barely get any words out, her toes curling and flexing. Oswain smirked against her sex, dragging his tongue up and around the bud of her clit as she drew it into his mouth to suckle. Her lack of words was something that he very much could take as a compliment, no concerns at all. If she wanted him to stop or if she needed him to change the pressure he was using, Rhiannon was fully within her rights and means to do so, to get him to shift his attention.

As it was, his tantalising tongue guided her through orgasm after orgasm, tenderly eating her out, until his own hard-on had risen once more, refreshed and recharged.

The night was not over yet...