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Alana had led the two of them off the paved path around the park, just behind the bushes and trees along the back edge where the park bordered the forest. Wesley was a bit confused at first, starting to question why they hadn't just gone to the pavilion to relax and talk. Almost as soon as his muzzle opened to ask, however, Alana pushed him back against one of the trees surrounding them and pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.

"You're overthinking this, lover boy," she murmured as she slipped down to her knees, beginning the teasingly slow process of opening his jeans. Starting with the button, slowly working it out of the buttonhole sewn into the denim, making sure each of her movements also served to brush against that slowly growing bulge she felt in his pants. His zipper was the more difficult part, what with her leaning forward to press her face against that fabric and take hold of the little metal tab with her teeth. She tilted her head down, each little movement of the zipper vibrating against her teeth. Alana always found that a strange sensation, yet it helped to build her anticipation.

"I've been looking forward to this part all day," the malamute mused as she slipped his jeans, along with his boxers, off his hips to free his thickening sheath from their stuffy confines. A confident smirk crossed her face as she looked up at him, licking the tip of his growing arousal, working to bring him to full attention. Her breath ran hot over his sheath and when he was erect, she made her next move.

Wrapping her lips around his tip, she slowly pushed her head down. Her tongue slid along the underside of his length and she only paused when the warmth of his cock hit the back of her throat. A grunt from Wesley, one of approval, made her ears perk and her eyes look up to him.

"F-fuck. Ok, I can get behind this," he panted softly, the mutt doing his best to keep quiet while a group of rowdy kids ran down the path behind them.

Alana pulled her head back to suckle on the head of his shaft, her tongue rolling over the tip a few times as she watched him squirm against the tree. A deft motion of her hand pushed her bangs back from her face before she took his hands and placed them on either side of her head to keep them in place. Still looking up at him, her head began to rock back and forth, though not taking him as deeply as she had at first.

Now that she didn't have to worry about keeping her hands free while her mouth worked his length, she set one on his thigh while the other moved to caress along the curve of his ball sack. She worked this hand back and forth for a moment, then slipped it up to the base of his shaft. With a firm grip on that slightly swollen area of his cock, she tugged back and forth. The malamute thought it was cute that his hips started to twitch each time her hand moved, feeling his shaft buck gently up into her muzzle.

Finally, she pulled back to take a breath, looking up at him with a fine strand of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his glans. The hand on his shaft continued to pump while the back of her free hand wiped her muzzle, breaking the strand. She smirked up at him, placing the other hand on the head of his shaft with short, shallow strokes. Her thumb flicked over the slit at the tip of his cock, smearing the beaded pre around in the process.

"You taste pretty good," she murmured, emphasizing her words with longer motions of her hands. The canine received only a huff in response, his hips still twitching against her in a desperate attempt at further stimulation. "Poor little pup. You wanna fuck me?" Alana stood as she spoke, leaving only the one hand on his tip as her other hand came around the back of his head.

Wesley gave a soft, short growl accompanied by a vigorous nod. That was all she needed as she gently pushed him down to the ground, his back still to the tree. Standing over him, she was giving him a perfect view of what she had decided to wear under her skirt that day, or rather what she hadn't. Wesley was now face to face with her aroused slit, the fur on her inner thighs matted down from her need.

"Like what you see?" she asked with a wiggle of her hips. The canine was surprised when he didn't respond, instead grabbing the backs of her thighs and burying his muzzle between them! "O-oh shit!" She gasped, bracing herself against the tree as he lapped enthusiastically at her exposed labia. With the roles now somewhat reversed, Alana had to bite her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

Her ears pinned back, panting, momentarily at his mercy when she felt his broad tongue plumb her depths. She couldn't see his face under her skirt, but she knew that his muzzle was covered in her juices. The idea alone had her groan softly, gritting her teeth to keep it quiet as a young couple walked right by their spot, laughing and flirting as they enjoyed their walk mere feet away from discovering the pair. The task of keeping quiet grew even more difficult when Wesley pulled his tongue back to lap at her clit, making her tail go rigid and her nails dig into the tree.

That delightful torture went on a little longer before Wesley pulled back, licking his muzzle clean with a smirk of his own when he looked up at her exasperated face.

"Yeah, I think you taste better," he fired back at her.

Alana, once she caught her breath, settled down to her knees again, this time straddling him. She pressed him once more into a deep kiss, her tongue darting past his lips when her bare slit pressed the length of his shaft against his body. Her hips rocked gently with her tongue wrapped around his, pulling back only once she was satisfied that she'd managed to get all of her taste from his mouth.

"I disagree. You definitely taste better," she teased. The malamute unzipped the side of her skirt, wiggling it off her hips and lifting each of her knees to slip out of it, kicking it off into one of the bushes nearby. Her shirt was next to go, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the same fate as her skirt.

"Ready, cutie?" Alana asked, almost breathless with anticipation.

Wesley nodded again, just as enthusiastically as he had before, and his hands came to rest on her hips. A slight twitch of her hips as she settled back down into his lap managed to catch the tip of his cock in her juicy folds. Slowly she sunk down onto him, not stopping until their hips met and she felt the entirety of him fill her body.

"Nnh! That's it, pup," she cooed, leaning forward to drape her arms over his shoulders. "Just let me do all the work," she murmured into his ear with a slight quiver to her voice while she enjoyed that full sensation.

Her breath filled his ear, hot and needy. Her hips rose, slow enough that they didn't make a sound, then fell back down, as excruciating as before. When she came back down, her pelvis rolled, drawing a soft moan from the both of them. The feeling of his shaft so deep inside her made her stomach flutter and it didn't take long for that need to get the better of her.

Picking up the pace, she leaned back and looked down at Wesley beneath her. She had come here for a good fuck, and he was delivering so far. With her hips doing most of the work, she reached up a little to bury her fingers into his hair, pulling his face into her chest. Quickly getting the idea, Wesley took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling, while his other hand moved to massage her free breast.

"That's it, just like that. G-good boy," Alana leaned forward a little to mumble into his ear. She could feel she was building up to a climax that would be hard to keep quiet. "You want to give me that knot?" Her hips pushed down hard, feeling that knot start to swell as she pulled back up, catching on her lips.

"You wanna fill me right up, huh? Fill me up with your mutt cum?" She continued to egg him on, knowing just what buttons to push with him by now. Her body rocked down hard against his again, but she stopped just short of that still-growing portion of his shaft, eliciting a whimper of need from the mutt between her legs.

His hands moved away from her breasts and back to her hips, pulling down on her. She felt her hips meet his, hard, and yelped in surprise. Her eyes went wide as she looked up, sighing in relief when there was no one around to hear her.

"N-naughty boy," she whispered before taking control again, armed with her new knowledge, she picked up the pace. Each time her hips met his there was now a faintly audible slap.

"S-slow down, Alana!" Wesley hissed through gritted teeth, doing his best to keep from making too much sound. "You're gonna get us caught!"

"What's the matter, pup? Scared?" She grinned down at him, but he was too busy trying to keep quiet to respond now. Her next push down was met with resistance, his knot having flared fully to life, and her slit spread with a moan from her. She hadn't had the speed to take him fully on that one. Pulling back up, she hovered over him with just the tip inside her.

His eyes were wide as he looked up at her, knowing just what she was going to do next when she looked him in the eye. The malamute pushed down on him, hard, and gritted her teeth when his fat knot pushed past her lips. He tilted his head back, pursing his lips as he started to howl. He got about as far as taking a breath when Alana's hand gripped his muzzle and she shushed him.

In his defense, the moment she had filled herself with his knot his climax struck. Rope after rope of his potent canine seed pumped into her womb, and as he continued to fill her, she saw sparks in her vision. She'd hit her own peak, riding it out as she kept eye contact with him. The muscles in her stomach tensed and her breath caught, the walls of her pussy milking her male for all the seed he was worth.

The pair whimpered, groaned, and panted as quietly as they could, mostly with Alana keeping Wesley's muzzle shut, all while riding out their mutual orgasm. Finally, when it was over, Alana collapsed fully onto Wesley in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Her eyes closed, a smile crossing her face while she nuzzled into the top of his head.

"Oh hell, Alana. You're so much better at this when you're sober," Wesley whispered to her, inciting a giggle in the malamute.

"So are you," she answered in kind, grinding her hips teasingly against him. Wesley cringed, gripping her hard as he took a gasping breath.

"S-sensitive! Don't do that!" He whined into her neck.

"Yep, and when we're done here you're going to clean me up, too," she kissed his cheek with that trademark smirk of her's. "I'll prove that you taste better, in about twenty minutes,"