Cerulean/Goldenrod Femdom 1

Cerulean woke from a restful slumber, and yawned. She took a moment to take in her surroundings; it's the same room she'd been housed in for some time. The decorations were all done in white and pale blue, the temperature cool without being inhospitable to persons other than her. In short, its home. She looked down at herself. She was nude, like she usually slept. Modesty had been a concern in her younger years, but really, was there any point in hiding your body from people you fought, and possibly died, alongside? People that had seen your insides, on the outside?  She winced a bit at that memory, a finger tracing the last vestiges of a long healed scar on her stomach. Her finger traced up further, past her well sized breasts, a throaty purr coming out of her, as her ice cold claws passed over the tender flesh.
She'd been in the middle of quite the nice dream before she'd awoken. A sudden noise made her stop and glance at the door. There, blushing hard enough for it to be seen through his fur, was Goldenrod. She stood, arching her back and stretching, feeling the muscles awaken after her rest, enjoying the frantic glances of his eyes up and down her furred form. She walked up to him, and wrapped her arms around him in a firm hug. "Morning Goldy", she murmured, "What are you doing in my room?".  A slow grin began to spread across her face. Goldenrod stuttered and tried to speak. "You were having a vivid dream, and it woke me up... Stupid fish."
Cerulean pulled him closer to her, and whispered into his ear, her cold breath tickling him. "Really? You sure you weren't enjoying it?".  Goldenrod squirmed in her grasp, writhing, trying to break free of the hug. "Of course not! I can't stand you, you stupid f-", was all he got out before his breath caught in his throat. Cerulean's hand had moved instantly to his crotch, grabbing his already hard member through his pants. One of the many varied uses of feint attack.
"Really?", she cooed into his ear, slowly caressing him. "You seem like you're enjoying it very much."
All of Goldenrod's protestations faded into gasps, as Cerulean began to slowly pump his cock up and down. Finally, after a few moments, he managed to regain some composure. "Stop it you stupid fish! I don't want to do this with you!"
Cerulean laughed, and smiled as she leaned in, nipping him on the neck, and sliding her tongue up until her mouth was right next to his ear. "Yes you do.", she cooed. "If you didn't want to, you wouldn't have put yourself in this situation. Or you would have teleported away. That's an option you still have, if you really don't want this."
The last of Goldenrod's arguments formed in his throat, and began to leave his mouth, but were halted by Ceruleans lips, pressed against his. The final protests failed, and quickly turned into a moan, as she continued to pump his shaft as she kissed him. She pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting them for just a moment longer. "Good boy.", she purred. "I don't know why you pretend you don't want this; we both know you do. You just need to stop putting up that front of resistance."'  Goldenrod said nothing, his blush deepening.
Cerulean smiled a wry grin as she slid down onto her knees, tugging his pants down as she did. She planted a few icy kisses up his shaft, before adjusting the temperature of her mouth. She didn't want to make Goldenrod uncomfortable... Well, too uncomfortable. Goldenrod let out a moan, as she slipped her mouth over his member. She began to bob her head up and down, slowly toying his glans with her tongue. She continued to slowly suckle, teasing him, smiling at the little noises he made, the panting and the moans. Goldenrod began to pant harder, slumping back against the wall behind him, every muscle in his body slowly beginning to tense. In an instant, she dropped the temperature in her mouth, and slid herself off, stopping Goldenrod from cumming. As he began to look down in confusion, she rose up and planted a kiss on his lips, her tongue working its way into his mouth, forcing him to taste his own salty-sweet precum. "Silly Goldy...", she crooned, as she pulled back from the kiss. "You were bad earlier. You wouldn't admit that you enjoyed this. You don't get to cum before me.".  With that, she took the stunned Goldenrod by his hand, and led him over to her bed, pulling off his shirt as they went.
    Cerulean plopped herself down onto the bed, slumping back on a pillow. She chuckled a bit as Goldenrod climbed on, still dazed from the abrupt denial of his orgasm. She spread her legs, revealing her pink slit. She gently toyed with herself, as Goldenrod raised his head. He stared at the sight before him; soft, white furred thighs, surrounding engorged pink lips, slick with fluids, a perfect pink pearl at the top. He slowly began to crawl forward, positioning himself for penetration. "No.", she said, gently grasping his head. "You're going to return the favor". With that, she pushed his head down, until his nose was between her legs, forcing him to breathe in her scent. He stared at it for a moment, enraptured, before he took a first tentative lick; Cerulean sighed in relief, the fire burning within her finally receiving some much needed attention.
She tasted like she always did to Goldenrod; fresh and clean, with a hint of heady musk. He continued diligently lapping at her, running his tongue up and down her slit, lashing her clit periodically. She began to moan, the fingers of one hand entangling in his hair, encouraging him on, the claws on the other tracing cold lines across his back and the nape of his neck. Finally, her thighs clenched down, and she climaxed, spraying him with her fluids. She gently pulled him up, and planted a kiss on his lips, tasting herself on him. "Good boy. You seem like you're awfully worked up now.", she whispered to him as she reached a hand down and gripped his throbbing erection. "Let's take care of that."
    With her hand on his erect prick, she guided it easily into her dripping folds. It slid in, stretching her a bit, but feeling oh so wonderful. She knew he wasn't going to last long, not with how worked up she had gotten him, but that was alright; they'd both gotten quite a bit of enjoyment out of this night. She placed her head next to his, nipped at his ear, and said "Come on Goldy. Time for you to have your fun.".  He began thrusting, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. It felt good, as it always did. Sure enough, the end came rather quickly. She felt Goldenrod shudder on top of her, and a few warm pulses as he came inside of her. He slumped down on top of her his head nestled between her breasts. She rolled him off of her, and straddled him. "You're not quite done yet Goldy. You've left a mess, and you need to clean it up."He stared at her, confused, for a moment, before he grasped her meaning. "No. I'm not doing that.", he said. Cerulean pinned his arms down with hers, and started shifting her crotch over his face. "Yes. Yes you are. For one, because you're a good boy, but also, because if you don't, I won't let you cum next time."  With that, she lowered her crotch to his face, and he began to slowly, reluctantly lick.  Gradually though, he began to get into the act, and speed up his ministrations. As he lapped at her, she began to grind her soaking slit across his face, smearing her juices across him. Once he'd cleaned the remnants of his seed out, and given her another few orgasms in the process, she climbed off of him, and lay down next to him.
Both of them tired from their bout of passion, cerulean rolled over, wrapping her arms around Goldenrod's back.
"I hate you", he muttered.
"No you don't", Cerulean cooed into his ear
"... I don't like you, or anything", he whispered.
"Love you too grouchy", Cerulean said, as she pulled him closer to him.
The last thing she noticed before falling asleep, was him moving in tiny increments, nuzzling himself deeper into her grasp.