by Ze Blitzkrieg » Fri Aug 09, 2024 11:13 pm
"Yes!"
Rover almost seems to trip over himself when you make your sheepish little offer, which itself is flattering in its own way. Perhaps realizing how overly eager he sounded to get you out of your wrappings and exposed to his eyes, he's quick to speak again before you take things the wrong way. Or the right way, given what the two of you were allegedly going to do.
"I mean... I would like that, very much so," At least you aren't the only one who feels a little awkward about this, although you get the impression it isn't so much because Rover's shy about it, at least not mainly, but rather because he feels the need to hold back his baser instincts, which you were privy to not so long ago, "I could help you undress... er, if you'd like that."
It's a little embarrassing to have the boy... male... whatever, that you're about to do things with offer, but when you nod your consent, he doesn't waste time closing the distance between you. Your heights are such that he has to look up to meet your eye, although that's certainly advantageous for his purposes, given it puts him more or less on level with your chest. Stepping close to you, you feel his strong arms come around you to work at the tuck of your top. Once he's gotten it free, he helps you in bringing it around and around, literally unwrapping your tits like a present. And once it finally loses enough strength to coil around you, it drops suddenly, and your girls alongside it, letting your bosom hang only inches away from his face. Something he doesn't miss, his crimson eyes growing wide as he gets a good look at them for what must be the second time since you met.
Unlike the first time, though, he's encouraged to touch them. At least, that's how he acts. As if acting on their own accord, he brings his hands around and wastes little time filling his palms with your breasts, lifting them up, and kneading them with his tough fingers. It's a little hard to tell if you've gotten any more busty, what with the velvety fur surrounding them now, but it definitely feels like you are. He seems to struggle to keep all your plentiful titflesh in his hands, which commit diligently to toying with them to his eye's content. And, eventually, his nose too, as he suddenly lurches forward to bury his muzzle in your cleavage, huffing at your fluff in the process.
"Ahh... You smell... very good," He eventually manages, though muffled by your bust, the lusty Fighting-type tilting his view so he can gaze up at you with hungry eyes even from between your breasts, "Sorry, I... I can't help myself."
His apology is punctuated with him pulling his head free just long enough to drag his tongue along the side of one of them. He laps once, twice, before eventually migrating far enough to reach your areola with the third swipe, flicking at your fuzz covered nipple until he can coax it out of your coat and suckle it into his mouth. His hand redouble their efforts, feeling you up in earnest as he samples your teat. As a matter of necessity, this also means he's all but sandwiched himself against you, letting you feel just how cut he is under his own downy layer of fluff. He might be a bit on the short side, given your difference in evolutionary stages, but there's little doubt in your mind—especially after he proved it so earlier—that he could overpower you any time he wanted and just flatten you beneath him. And that alone might encourage some... exploration of your own. Especially with how hard you can feel him throbbing against those thighs he loved so much, his cock practically thrumming against the fabric keeping it contained.