New Outfit NSFW + story (Noxie, Original)

The first official Noxie NSFW! I always wanted her to be a nice combination of cute and sexy and silly (kind of like Iru, in a way), hopefully that comes across. The idea for the outfit and the initial pose is courtesy of BunnyAyu on Twitter, who was kind enough to let me use her post as a reference as long as I credited her.

I considered adding dialogue to all of these images, but the text really cluttered up the pages. As an alternative, I decided to weave it into the alt text, which is less of a simple description this time and more of an actual story. Like, legit, I wrote some erotic fiction, lol. Hopefully someone will appreciate it other than me -- but either way, it's always nice to do some writing.

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Noxie, raccoon beastfolk and thief extraordinaire, has acquired a new outfit, which she's been showing off to anyone willing to stop and look -- a slinky dark green number with detached sleeves, a tear-drop shaped cleavage cutout, and exposed midriff. Plenty of people at the rowdy tavern told her it looked good, but one patron was more than just complimentary -- he has, in fact, invited her back to his room upstairs at the inn.

"Wow, this is a nice room," says Noxie, glancing around at the fine furnishings. "I like a male with money. These clothes were expensive, too, I had to stea-...er, I had to work real hard to afford 'em."

The well-dressed merchant lights several lanterns strung around the room, then shutters the window. He pours a glass of wine, takes a drink without offering any to Noxie, then grabs a pillow off the bed and tosses it on the floor in front of her. The two of them stand in silence for a moment before Noxie tilts her head in confusion. In response, he simply points at her, then down at the pillow.

"Sitting on the floor, huh?" She plops down on her knees. "I guess it's warmer over here next to the hearth."

The merchant grabs her by the wrists and pulls her hands behind her head, exposing her bare armpits and causing her top to push her cleavage together. Noxie watches as, without a word, he removes his silk shirt, then drops his trousers. A splendid stiffened member hovers inches from her face, and she eyes it hungrily.

"So, you let your actions do the talking! I like that in a male, too." When she starts to reach for his manhood, he slowly but assertively pushes her back into the same arms-up kneeling pose. She narrows her eyes a bit and grins, tail giving a single wag. "Hehe, so that's how it's gonna be? We'll do it your way, then."

With a practiced hand, the merchant unhooks the clasp that holds the straps of her top together, and her round full breasts are suddenly released, bouncing a bit before coming to rest. Her nipples and areola are large, and the little beauty mark that was visible through her cleavage window stands out even more on a plain of bare tan skin.

He simply watches her for a moment, drinking in her body and stroking himself. Noxie puffs out her chest further and smiles smugly. "Males are all suckers for boobs, it's one of the laws of nature." Then the merchant roughly prods her nipple with the end of his rod, hot flesh on hot flesh, rubbing it mercilessly until Noxie can't help but a squirm a bit in place, a tiny moan escaping her tightly pressed lips. The merchant's eyes never leave her face, enjoying the fresh blush spreading across her cheeks.

Without a break, now he presses his cock against her armpit, sliding back and forth in the warm pocket between her breast and arm. Beads of precum add just enough lubrication without eliminating the pleasant friction of the folds of her skin. Noxie giggles. "You're one of those guys, huh? Figures, the rich ones are always into some weird stuff." Her giggles turn to another little moan, and she closes her eyes to focus on the sensation. "Mmm...not that I mind."

Eyes still closed, her armpit goes cold and instead she feels something hot and lightly wet poking her cheek. She peeks with one eye and smirks. "For such a hasty guy, you sure do take your time getting to the main attraction. You act all stoic and manly but then ya just rub your dick all over me instead of sticking it in anywhere. It's cute, in a way!"

"You talk too much." the merchant says.

Noxie laughs and says, "Ya know, I hear that aaaall the ti-"

She can't finish the sentence as a dick is shoved into her mouth, the tip now poking her cheek from the inside instead. She's momentarily indignant at being interrupted, but that feeling quickly switches to enthusiasm and a desire to show her skills. Her mouth is small and hot and wet and her soft lips grip with each movement, her tongue caressing the base of the cock as it passes in and out, in and out, slick with a mixture of saliva and precum. The merchant watches her with the flickering flames of the fireplace reflected in his eyes, his breath getting hotter and faster. His pace quickens, then quickens again, and she feels a light throb in time with each thrust. Noxie looks up at him, an expression of expectation, her tail swishing languidly from side to side.

The merchant delivers one last thrust deep into her throat, prompting a light spasm from Noxie, then pulls out and strokes his sloppy cock to immediate completion, releasing ropes of hot cum on her open and waiting mouth, across her hair and chin, and dripping down the peaks and valley of her breasts. Her tongue greedily flicks out and laps up anything it can reach, then she swallows audibly and lets out a long, deep, satisfied sigh.

"Had your fun now, have you?" Noxie relaxes her arms, then glances down at her body, hastily catching a string of cum before it slides off her breast and onto her lap. "And you managed not to get anything on my new clothes, what an excellent male! This fancy room has a tub, right? Run some water, let's get clean together."

The merchant begins to protest, but Noxie stands and raises a finger. "Alright, alright, I get it, you're big and tough and you like being in charge. But if you want more, then be a good boy and get a bath going." He opens his mouth to speak and stops, the gears of his brain turning almost visibly, while Noxie simply stares at him, unbudging. At last he sighs, nods, then spins on his heel and disappears behind the door that leads to the private bath.

When she hears the burble of running water, Noxie quickly crouches and rifles through the merchant's discarded trousers, finding a small but bulging coin purse. She replaces the coins with similarly-weighted river stones she kept in a hidden pocket in her sleeve, deftly deposits the coins back in that same hidden pocket, then disrobes, all in a moment and without making a sound. As she stands and walks to the bath, she has a lilt in her step and a silly grin on her face, her tail waving merrily from side to side, singing to herself, "Bonus, bonus!" 🎵