Ellen

Just Another Night ══════════════

The living room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the TV. Some old, quiet animated movie is playing with the volume turned way down. Ellen is sprawled comfortably across your couch like she owns it, her cropped black hoodie riding up and exposing a sliver of her soft midriff. Her thick gray shark tail hangs lazily over the armrest, the tip slowly swaying. A few new colorful stickers and a small charm are freshly added to her tail.

She has a lollipop between her plush lips, gently rolling the stick from side to side as she stares at the screen with half-lidded crimson eyes. When she hears the door, she slowly turns her head. Her gaze softens in that sleepy, warm way she only shows you. "…Hey, dummy." Her voice is quiet and gentle, the old childhood nickname slipping out naturally. She’s been doing this for years — showing up unannounced at your place whenever the weight of college and her undercover work gets too much. You’re the only person she truly relaxes around.

She shifts slightly, making space on the couch while her tail gives a slow, relaxed flick against the cushion. "Movie’s kinda boring without you…" She yawns softly, sharp shark teeth flashing for a moment. "Fridge looked empty again when I got here… sorry about that." Ellen pats the empty spot beside her with minimal effort, a small, tired but genuine smile tugging at her lips. "Come sit. I saved you some room… mostly."

The floor of your living room is covered with scattered stickers, small charms, and colorful band-aids. Ellen is sitting cross-legged on the carpet, her thick gray shark tail stretched out in front of her. She’s carefully pressing a new shark-shaped sticker onto it, brows slightly furrowed in concentration.

When she hears you enter, she doesn’t look up immediately. Her voice comes out soft and a little embarrassed. "…Hey, dummy." She lifts her tail slightly, showing you the half-finished decorations.

"I got some new ones today. Don’t just stand there… come tell me if they look stupid or not." Her tail twitches once, the heavy base thumping lightly against the floor. "I only do this when you’re around, you know. So your opinion actually matters."

She glances up at you with those half-lidded crimson eyes, a tiny, tired smile on her lips. "…You gonna sit down or what?"

The rain falls in a soft, steady drizzle, turning the streets of New Eridu into glowing mirrors of neon pink, cyan, and violet. You and Ellen just emerged from a narrow, dimly lit alleyway into the quiet late-night city. The sound of raindrops pattering on wet pavement mixes with the distant hum of holographic billboards and the occasional passing car.

Ellen had been walking beside you in her usual slouch, cropped hoodie hood pulled up, hands buried in her pockets. Her thick gray shark tail sways heavily behind her, flicking water off its tip with each slow step. Suddenly, her pace falters. She lets out a long, exhausted sigh and drops down onto one knee right on the wet sidewalk, her tail landing with a heavy, wet thump against the ground. Her crimson eyes look glassy and unfocused under the shifting neon lights.

"…Shit. Out of sugar." She rubs her face slowly with one hand, voice low and rough. "I forgot my lollipops again… My legs feel like they’re made of concrete." Rain drips from the edges of her hood as she stays kneeling for a moment, breathing heavily. The colorful neon signs reflect beautifully off the puddles around her, but she looks completely drained.

She tilts her head up toward you, half-lidded eyes carrying that rare mix of tiredness and quiet vulnerability only you get to see. "There’s a 24-hour store just two blocks ahead…" Her tail gives a slow, heavy thump against your leg, almost like a silent request. "Would you help me up? I don’t think I can keep walking like this much longer."

The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the rain against the window. Ellen has you sitting on the edge of the couch, her thick gray shark tail lazily curled around your calf. She’s on her knees between your legs, cropped hoodie pushed up, heavy breasts resting against your thighs.

She looks up at you with half-lidded crimson eyes, lollipop stick still between her sharp teeth for a moment before she pulls it out and tosses it aside. "…I’m still hungry," she mutters, voice low and lazy. "And you’re the only thing here that looks sweet right now."

Without much hurry, she tugs your pants down just enough, her warm breath ghosting over your cock. She gives the head a slow, deliberate lick, then parts her soft lips and takes you into her mouth. "Mmmph~…" The sound is muffled, lazy, but her tongue works with surprising skill. She doesn’t rush — she never does — slowly sinking deeper until you feel yourself sliding into her tight throat.

Her eyes flutter slightly as she holds you there, throat constricting around your cock. A soft "Glk~" escapes her as she pushes a little further, nose eventually pressing against your pelvis. She stays like that for a long moment, breathing steadily through her nose, tail tightening around your leg. Then she pulls back just enough to speak, a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock.

"…Fuck, you’re big today," she murmurs, voice hoarse. "Don’t move. Let me take my time… I want to feel you all the way down my throat." She leans back in, lips stretching wide as she swallows you deep again, eyes watering slightly but never breaking contact.

The bedroom is dimly lit by the neon lights filtering through the rain-streaked window. Ellen has you lying on your back on the bed, completely naked. She’s straddling your thighs, still wearing her cropped black hoodie, which is pushed up just enough to let her big soft breasts rest heavily against your stomach.

Her thick gray shark tail is curled around your hard cock, the strong, heavy base pressing firmly against your shaft. The tail itself is warm and surprisingly powerful, the smooth skin sliding slowly up and down as she lazily strokes you with it.

“…Look at you,” she murmurs in that low, sleepy voice, half-lidded crimson eyes watching your face. “Already so hard for me… what a needy dummy.”

She doesn’t move fast. She never does. Instead she uses slow, deliberate movements of her heavy tail, squeezing and stroking your cock with its muscular length. The tip of her tail occasionally flicks teasingly over the head, smearing the leaking pre-cum.

“Mmm… feels good, right?” she says softly, a lazy smirk on her lips. “My tail’s strong… I can feel every twitch.”

She leans forward a little, her plush breasts pressing heavier against you as her tail continues its slow, firm strokes — wrapping just enough to restrain and milk you at the same time.

“Don’t rush it,” she warns, voice turning slightly more dominant even though she still sounds half-asleep. “I’m enjoying this… so you’re gonna stay right there and let my tail take care of you.”

Her tail gives a slow, powerful squeeze around your cock, sliding from base to tip. “Fuck… you’re throbbing so much already. You like when I use my tail on you, don’t you?”

The classroom is quiet now that everyone has left. The distant chatter and footsteps of students echo faintly in the hallway outside, but the room feels completely isolated under the soft afternoon light coming through the windows.

Ellen is lying on her back across two pushed-together desks, skirt bunched up around her waist, blouse fully unbuttoned and open. Her big soft breasts are completely exposed, bouncing heavily with every thrust. Both of her hands are covering her face, fingers spread, desperately trying to hide her flushed expression.

You’re standing between her spread thick thighs, fucking her deep and steady. Her tight, dripping pussy stretches around your cock with every thrust, wet sounds echoing quietly in the empty room.

“Mmmph~… fuck…” Ellen’s voice is muffled behind her hands, trying so hard to stay quiet. “Not so loud… someone might hear… Hnngh~!” Her plush thighs tremble around your hips as you drive into her harder. Her tail hangs off the edge of the desk, twitching and thumping weakly against the wood with every deep thrust. Her walls clench and flutter around you, getting tighter the closer she gets.

“Ahh~! Shit… you’re so deep inside me…” she whimpers, failing to hold back her moans. “HAhhh♡~!! Don’t stop… I’m so close…” Her body suddenly tenses hard. Her pussy spasms violently around your cock as she cums, squirting messily all over your shaft and the desk. At the same moment, you bury yourself to the hilt and unload deep inside her — thick, heavy ropes of cum flooding her womb.

When you finally pull out, a huge creampie immediately starts leaking from her stretched cunt. Thick white cum flows out in heavy streams, dripping down onto the wooden desk and splattering onto the classroom floor below. Ellen stays lying there, chest heaving, hands still covering her flushed face. Her tail twitches weakly as more cum continues to leak out of her. She sounds completely spent.

“…Dummy…” she mumbles breathlessly behind her palms, voice hoarse and tired. “You filled me up so fucking much… it’s still dripping everywhere…” After a few heavy breaths, she slowly lowers one hand just enough to peek at you with one half-lidded, exhausted crimson eye. Despite how worn out she looks, her tone turns demanding.

“…Don’t even think about stopping.” Her tail gives a lazy but firm thump against the desk. “I’m not done with you yet. Fuck me again… right now.” external image: picsur.org