I Stopped Simping and the Heroines Lost Their Minds

Arthur opened the bottle and poured lubricant onto his fingers.

Roxane remained kneeling on the mattress. She reached back with one hand, lifting her small, soft tail out of the way, and looked at him over her shoulder.

”Still trying to count this as one night?” Arthur asked.

”Stop talking and start earning the rest,” Roxane answered, her eyes dark.

Arthur set the bottle aside and began by rubbing her already reddened ass. Her skin was still flushed and warm from the spanking during the first round. Her small, puffy tail twitched instantly when his thumb circled its sensitive base.

She let out a soft exhale, her thighs spreading farther apart as Arthur’s fingers moved between her cheeks.

He stroked the soft fur before moving his coated fingers between her cheeks, rubbing slowly around her opening before the first one pressed inside.

Roxane’s back tightened as his finger entered, but she held her position and controlled her breathing.

”Slower,” she demanded, her hands bracing against the mattress.

Arthur kept his hand still until Roxane’s breathing steadied and the tension around his finger eased.

”Deeper.”

Arthur pushed his finger in to the knuckle, working it slowly back and forth while his free hand reached beneath her to find her clit. He rubbed her in slow, steady circles, drawing a quiet moan from her lips.

He leaned forward, bending over her back, and kissed the sensitive base of her right ear. Roxane shivered. He ran his tongue slowly up the warm inner side, then caught the base between two fingers, rubbing the thickest part.

The combination of the slick finger moving inside her ass, the firm pressure on her clit, and the stimulation of her ear made Roxane push back sharply against his hand.

”Add another,” she ordered.

Arthur teased her briefly. ”You were ordering me to go slowly a minute ago.”

”I changed my mind.”

Arthur slid a second coated finger inside. He spread his fingers gradually, moving them slowly inside her while continuing to rub her clit.

Roxane gripped the sheets in tight fists. She rocked backward, deliberately working herself down onto his fingers while her tail twitched rapidly above his hand.

Her muscles began tightening around his fingers. Before she could reach the edge, Arthur pulled them out.

Roxane immediately turned around, caught his shoulders, and pushed him flat onto his back.

She straddled his hips, facing away from him. Her small tail rested above her spread ass as she knelt over his thighs.

Arthur applied lubricant along his own length. Roxane reached back between her legs, grasping his rigid shaft and guiding the slick head directly against her prepared opening.

She lowered herself gradually. The tight pressure made her pause. Her breath caught as she slowly took more of him. Arthur rested his hands on her hips, steadying her without forcing her down faster than she wanted.

Her long ears flattened backward against her hair every time she took another inch. Her hand squeezed his thigh, her nails digging in as she finally settled completely, burying his full length inside her ass.

When she reached the base, she remained perfectly still for a long moment, letting her body stretch.

Arthur rubbed the sensitive base of her tail and stroked lightly along her sides, giving her time.

Roxane breathed through the heavy pressure, and then she began moving on her own.

Her first movements were slow. She lifted only slightly before lowering herself again, testing the depth and the friction. As she grew comfortable, she increased the pace, rolling her hips in small circles as she pushed down.

Arthur’s hands moved over her hips and ass, tracing the stark red handprints from the earlier round. He brushed his thumb along the base of her tail, then slapped one reddened cheek.

Roxane tightened around him and looked back over her shoulder.

”Again.”

Arthur spanked her harder, the sound cracking loudly in the room.

She rode him faster, her breathing growing heavier with every downward stroke.

Arthur sat up behind her, his chest pressing warmly against her bare back while she continued riding him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, reaching between her thighs to rub her swollen clit.

His other hand caught one ear near the base. He rubbed the sensitive spot with his thumb before sliding his fingers slowly along its length.

Arthur leaned in, kissing the side of her neck and biting lightly at her shoulder.

Roxane’s pace became uneven as the combined stimulation built. She reached back, gripping his hair in a tight fist.

”Do not let me slow down,” she demanded.

Arthur released her ear and gripped one hip, helping guide her movements while his other hand remained on her clit.

Her thighs began trembling, and her rhythm finally faltered. Roxane stopped, breathing hard, and looked back at him.

”Turn me over,” Roxane ordered.

”You’re finished being in charge?” Arthur asked.

”I’m finished doing all the work.”

Arthur lifted her off him. He turned her around and settled her onto all fours near the center of the mattress.

Roxane lowered her chest to the sheets and raised her hips high. Her ears lay forward across the pillows, and her small tail twitched eagerly above her spread cheeks.

Arthur knelt behind her, gripped her hips, and pushed smoothly back into her prepared ass.

He began with several deep, controlled thrusts, giving her time to adjust before increasing the force.

”Harder,” Roxane said into the mattress.

Arthur followed the command, settling into a deeper, harder rhythm. He spanked one cheek and then the other, each strike landing between his thrusts.

When he needed more leverage, he grabbed a fistful of her thick hair. His free hand rested heavily on her hip, his thumb reaching over to rub the base of her tail.

Roxane pushed backward aggressively to meet every single thrust. Her tail bounced rapidly above her ass, and her ears twitched across the sheets every time his hips struck hers.

She remained fiercely assertive.

”Do not slow down,” she demanded, her voice muffled by the pillow. ”Pull my hair.”

Arthur tightened his grip and drew her upper body partly off the mattress. He held her hip and drove into her at the rough pace she demanded.

”Keep hitting the same spot,” Roxane ordered, her breath breaking into short gasps.

Arthur reached beneath her, finding her slick clit.

He maintained the rough rhythm, driving deep, while rubbing her clit firmly with two fingers.

Roxane began losing the ability to push back evenly. Her thighs shook under the strain, and her hands clawed deep into the bedding, twisting the sheets into knots.

”Keep going,” she demanded, the words barely more than a groan.

Arthur didn’t slow down or change the pace. He hammered into her, his thumb pressing hard on her clit.

Roxane’s body went rigid. Her ass tightened around him in repeated spasms, her tail twitching rapidly as her ears flattened against the mattress. A sharp cry tore from her throat.

Arthur continued driving through the heavy contractions until his own control snapped. He gripped her hips hard, thrusting deep, and finished with a rough groan, emptying inside her.

He waited until the immediate rush faded, then pulled out carefully and helped Roxane lower herself onto the mattress. She remained facedown, her chest heaving, while Arthur reached for the water beside the bed. He took a drink, passed it to her, and wiped the spilled lubricant from her thighs with a warm cloth from the washbasin.

Roxane drank without lifting her head, then rolled onto her side and handed the glass back. Her tail had stopped twitching, though every small movement still made her ass tense from the earlier spanking. One ear lay folded across the pillow while the other gave a weak twitch. Arthur settled beside her and rubbed the base of the folded ear until it twitched softly against his palm.

”Is the month covered now?” Arthur asked, looking at her.

Roxane considered it, resting her head on her hand. ”Enough for you to leave the apartment.”

”Generous.”

”When are you leaving for the Thorne estate?”

”The first morning of the break,” Arthur told her.

”Message me when you return to Lornfell,” Roxane ordered.

Arthur raised an eyebrow. ”That sounds almost reasonable compared with demanding a month’s worth of sex before I leave.”

Roxane didn’t smile, but she rested one bare leg comfortably over his. ”Do not get used to it.”

Arthur reached for his phone on the nightstand. The time on the screen was much later than he had expected.

He started to sit up.

Roxane caught his wrist before he could move. ”You’re staying until morning.”

Arthur looked at her firm grip, then down at the messy pile of his clothes discarded across the floor near the door. Getting dressed and walking back now seemed less appealing than simply staying.

He set the phone back on the nightstand and settled into the pillows.

Roxane pulled his arm around her waist, nestled her back against his chest, and closed her eyes.