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"C'mon Pierre, just tell me where we're going. The suspense is killing me."

"Not yet, love. I'd hate to spoil the surprise."

Moira let out a huff, the Tundra Wolf crossing her arms as she scanned the view from the car window, looking for a familiar sight. Her girlfriend, Pierre, had promised her a fun filled and romantic evening away from it all, but now the bat was being vague on the details. As much fun as a surprise could be, her curiosity was driving her mad. "Can't I just have a hint? Please?"

"If you don't stop whining, I'll get the gag and blindfold." The Mouse-tailed Bat threatened with a grin.

"Promises, promises. Wait, is that a hint?"

"Moira."

"Okay fine, I'll stop asking." Moira finally relented, though she wasn't pleased. They had already been driving for hours along scenic back roads, and the wolf was getting antsy. She could only hope they arrived at this mystery destination soon.

"It won't be much longer." Pierre assured her with a pat on the leg, sensing her girlfriend's frustration. "And then we'll have the whole evening to spend together. Just the two of us."

"Oh I can't wait!" Moira hugged Pierre's arm close, cuddling as best she could while in the car. "I can't wait to have you all to myself. It's all so romantic and exciting." She leaned in closer, her voice turning husky as she breathed into Pierre's ear. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

Pierre didn't reply, beyond a smirk, the car picking up just a bit more speed as they raced to their destination.

True to her word, it wasn't long before they arrived. Moira's eyes lit up as they pulled up to a cozy looking motel by a clear, rippling lake. "We're spending the night here?"

"What? Is a cabin by the water too cheesy?"

"Nope. It's just the right amount."

Arm in arm they checked in, Moira refusing to let go of her beloved until they entered the room Pierre had booked for them. "Oh my god, this room is huge! And it has other rooms!?"

"Yeah, I decided to go all out and get the Presidential Room. I figure we don't do this often, so we might as well go big when we do."

"We get our own hot tub!" Moira exclaimed, barely listening to the bat as she darted from one part of the suite to the next. "Even the bedroom is separate, and this bed is huge. Oh my god we have our own patio!"

Pierre couldn't help but smile at her partner's exuberance. Not that she could blame her; the room was far more impressive than the online photos had made it out to be. Still smiling, she followed the wolf out to the patio, coming up to hug Moira from behind as she took in the view from the railing.

"It's beautiful here." Moira said as she leaned into the embrace. "The lake, the trees, the clear blue sky. It looks like a place from a fantasy novel."

"Then we should make our own fantasy romance while we're here." Pierre teased, planting gentle kisses along her lover's shoulder. "We're only here for the weekend, so we should make the best of it."

"I want to stay here forever, with you." Moira sighed contently. "But I supposed a couple days will do."

"Maybe we should get started then." Pierre cooed, her kisses traveling up Moira's neck towards her ear. "Since we only have so much time, best we make the most of it."

"Oh, Pierre." Moira breathed, turning to face her lover more properly. They wrapped their arms around each other, the lovers holding themselves close as they shared a deep and passionate kiss. They moaned each other's name softly, tongues wrestling in their mouths, hands roaming the other's body as they let their bodies express what their words could not. Moira gasped as a pair of hands firmly grasped her ass, teasing her and sending her blood racing. "Oh I'm so wet for you, babe."

"Yours is the best wine, love." Pierre cooed, nibbling at the wolf's neck once more. "And I'll drink up every last drop."

"Oh, Pierre..."

"But not just yet." The bat teased, suddenly pulling away. "There'll be plenty of time for such fun later. We have dinner reservation in less than an hour, and I think we should look our best, don't you?"

"You big tease." Moira pouted, though the promise of dinner tempered her annoyance. "But we just got here. Do we have to leave for some restaurant already?"

"Oh no, the dinner is here." Pierre explained, rummaging through her bags for the new dress she'd purchased just for this evening. "A candlelit dinner for two out on the beach, or something like that. I told you, I went all out."

"Clearly. I hope I packed something nice enough."

"I packed something for you." Pierre shot her a grin. "That black dress I like."

"You sneaky little..." Moira swatted the bat on the ass as she stepped back inside. "Fine. I'd wear anything for you, anyway."

"Anything?"

"Almost anything." Moira clarified, sticking her tongue out at her lover. "Now hurry up. I'm starving... in more ways than one."

The young ladies soon made their way to the motel's lovely patio, tight, sensual dresses clinging to their bodies as they were seated at a small table overlooking the lake. Side by side, they were able to look out over the sparkling waters, providing Moira and Pierre a wonderful view as they waited for their meals. "It's so pretty here." Moira commented, leaning against her lover's shoulder. "The sky's so clear, and the air is so fresh. It would be like a dream to live in a place like this."

"Any place could be a dream, if I could live there with you." Pierre replied, bringing an embarrassed smile to the wolf's face. They shared a kiss as the waiter poured them each a glass of wine, assuring them their meals would be along shortly.

"Here's to us." Pierre announced, holding up her glass. "May we always be as close, happy, and sexy as we are right now."

"I'll toast to that." Moira smirked, clinking their glasses together before taking a sip of the aromatic red. She then leaned over, nuzzling her mate before whispering, "I'm wearing those panties you like. Y'know, the soft ones you love to touch."

A smirk crossed the bat's face. Casually, she placed a hand on her lover's thigh, sliding her fingers slowly up her dress to investigate. She arched her eyebrows in pleasant surprise when she came to the end of the wolf's legs, finding naught but soft fur, and damp flesh. "Love, you don't seem to be wearing any panties."

"Exactly." Moira said with a wink. "The kind you love to touch."

"You sneaky little devil." Pierre said, though her fingers continued to tease at Moira's inner thigh and soft fur. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?"

"You can take me anywhere you want." Came the heated reply, Moira spreading her legs a bit wider. "I'll come with you, always."

Moira's emphasis on the word "come" got a chuckle out of the bat, and she dragged a finger along her slit as payback for the sexual pun. The canine barely contained her gasp, lightly gripping Pierre's arm as her blush deepened. She looked about, checking just how close any other patrons or staff may be, before deciding to go all in. She rubbed the tip of a finger along the length of Moira's slit, feeling the moisture building as the wolf began to quietly pant, then slowly pushed the digit inside, wiggling up between her heated folds to tease just inside her entrance.

"Pierre..." Moira huffed, a heavy blush on her face now. "There are people..."

"Then best to keep as quiet as you can." The bat teased, not relenting as she wiggled her finger about. "Especially with our waiter bringing our food over. Smile and behave."

"Yes, dear..." Moira whimpered, before taking a deep breath and trying to sit up straight. It certainly wasn't easy with that fingertip teasing just the edge of her heated snatch. Enough to leave her flustered, but nowhere deep enough to properly get her off. It was so distracting that she nearly yelped when the waiter placed her meal before her. She still managed a shaky "Thank you...", her blush a mix of lust and embarrassment as he finally left their table.

"Good girl." Pierre praised her, finally pulling the digit free, though she kept her hand on Moira's thigh. "Maybe next time I'll have to use two fingers."

"You big meanie." Moira pouted, though she hugged her lover's arm all the same. "What if he noticed?"

Pierre just shrugged, chuckling at the thought. "What would he have said? Miss, please stop fingering your girlfriend at the dinner table. It's impolite."

They shared a laugh, then a kiss, before turning their attention to their exquisite meals. The ladies took their time, eating as they enjoyed the view and each other's company and sharing everything on their plates. Throughout the meal, Pierre would randomly run her fingers over Moira's warm slit, flicking her clit or poking at her folds. The wolf would gasp and moan lewdly each time, always caught by surprise by the sudden attention to her nethers. It became a bit of a game for them both, to see how badly Pierre could catch the wolf off guard and make her moan, and how well Moira could recover and endure her own panting and moaning. It was a contest they both new Pierre would inevitably win, but one Moira still loved to play.

"That was delicious." Pierre sighed as she pushed her now empty plate away. "I had heard the food here was good, but I didn't think it was this good."

"Yeah... It was g-great..." Moira whimpered, trying to act as relaxed as she could as one of the bat's fingers slowly circled her swollen clit. "Pierre... I can't take anymore..."

"I see you ladies have finished your meals." The waiter suddenly surprised them, moving to take their empty plates. "Could I interest you in some dessert this evening?"

"Ooo, some dessert might be lovely." Pierre cooed, rubbing her finger more purposefully over Moira's bud. "What d'you say, Love? Want some dessert?"

"Sorry..." Moira gasped, a noticeable shiver running through her body. "I think I'm full."

"Perhaps later then," Pierre relented, smiling warmly at the exasperated wolf. "Thank you anyway."

"Very well. I hope you two ladies have a, uh, wonderful evening."

"Did you see the tent in his pants?" Pierre smirked after the waiter had walked away. "So much for keeping our fun discreet. Guy's gonna have a story to tell his friends tonight."

Pierre..." Moira whimpered, wiggling in her chair as her blushed deepened. "Please..."

"Oh, right." The bat withdrew her fingers with a lewd grin, giving the moist digit a lick as she savoured the flavor. "Mmm... sweetest thing on the menu."

"Well, you can have all you like. "Moira offered, glancing around nervously to see just how many other people had noticed the display. "Once we get back to our room."

"In time." Pierre agreed, suckling the last bit of flavor from her fingertips. "First, I thought we could go on a nice, romantic walk around the lake as the sun set."

"But..." Moira's ears folded down, the canine squirming in her seat once more. "I'm all... heated, now. I can't just go for a walk after all that."

"It's good to go for a walk after dinner." Pierre leaned over, wrapping one arm around the wolf's shoulders and the other returning to her thigh. "Now be a good girl, or I'll make you endure even more."

"Well... okay." Moira pouted, leaning against her lover. "A sunlit walk around the lake does sound romantic."

"Come then. Let's go before the sun sets, or they kick us out for making the chairs wet."

Embarrassed blushes were soon replaced with content smiled as the two women made their way down lakeside. The water sparkled with the last light of day, an orange hue masked both the lake and sky as the sun disappeared beyond the mountains. Gentle waves lapped at the shoreline as the leaves waved in a lazy breeze, providing a quiet ambiance for the two lovers as they slowly meandered along the soft sand.

"You found a beautiful place for this weekend." Moira sighed, happily holding Pierre's hand as she felt the sand squish between her toes. "It's so... I dunno... perfect. It really feels like it's just the two of us right now."

"It kinda is." Pierre noted. No one else was anywhere near the lake at the moment, giving the girls full reign of the beach. "It's like our own, private place right now."

"Private enough that maybe someone could perhaps finish something that they started, maybe?"

Pierre raised an eyebrow as Moira leaned against her. The canine's musky scent was surely evident in the breeze; it had been since they left the patio. But she hadn't accounted for just how badly she had stirred the girl up. "Really? Here? Someone could still walk by, y'know?"

"We could always just slip into the trees over there." Moira offered, nodding her muzzle towards the nearby foliage. "Just enough for some quick fun maybe?"

"You're not as innocent as you want people to think." Pierre teased. They shared a quick kiss before sneaking off beyond the treeline, searching for a small place out of sight of the beach where they could have some fun. A small clearing, still lit by the last lights of day, lay just a few feet from the shore, the girls come to a halt there to share a more heated kiss, arms tightly wrapped around each other in amorous embrace.

"I'm so wet for you." Moira moaned, grinding against her lover as though mad with heat. "I feel like I left a trail all along the beach. I need you so bad, babe."

"I know you do." Pierre teased, running her thumb along the canine's lips. "I can feel the heat radiating from your beautiful body. Now show me. Show me just how wet you really are."

Moira nodded obediently, taking a step back and lifting up her dress. The musky odor suddenly grew even more potent, Pierre inhaling sharply as the scent filled her hungry nostrils. The wolf was indeed dripping wet, the fur along her inner thighs practically glistening with her juices. And as Pierre watched, a thick, delicious drop slowly descended from her nether lips, hanging for a moment in the cool air before finally falling free to dampen the ground below.

"Goodness, you're leaking." Pierre teased, licking her own lips as she enjoyed the lewd display. "Such a naughty girl. I can't take you anywhere."

"It's your fault." Moira shot back with a grin, spreading her legs a bit wider to let more sweet drops fall to the soil. "You got me all worked up. So, it's your responsibility to take care of this mess."

"You're right. And I know just how to stop a leak." Grinning from ear to ear, Pierre reached up her own dress, pulling her panties down and slipping them free. "We plug it up."

"What?"

"Hold still, love." Pierre knelt down before the panting wolf, balling her thong up into a tight bundle before rubbing the soft fabric against Moira's drooling nethers. Tenderly, she pressed her lips against the thick fur before her, kissing just above that delicious looking pussy as she slowly pressed the thong against, and then into, Moira's slick passage. Moira hissed out a breath, her nerves jumping at the sensation of the soft and pliable fabric slowly being worked up into her nethers. Her body twitched, toes curling in the dirt as Pierre gently worked the garment in deeper, trailing soft kissed along her lover's stomach and thighs as a further teasing distraction. With one last push, the thong disappeared between Moira's pink lips, fitting snuggly in her pussy as her muscles flexed around them.

"There. That should keep things dry." Pierre said with a wink. "Shall we continue our walk?"

"But," Moira mewled, her hips wiggling insatiably, "that'll only make it worse."

"It might make your itch worse." Pierre agreed as she stood once more, taking Moira's hands in her own. "But it will stop the leaking. Come now, love. Let's finish our walk all the way around the lake. I'll tend to your needs once we get back to the room, we're we'll have some real privacy."

"Yes, my love." Moira agreed, obediently following the bat back out to the lake. And though she wouldn't admit it, the feel of her lover's panties buried deep within her as they slowly walked around the lake managed to put a bit of an extra spring in her step, an extra wag in her tail.

The women made it to their room just as the last light of day dimmed from the sky. The door was barely closed before they were in each other's arms. For a moment, there were no words. Only the sounds of their kisses and moans filled the dimly lit room, the ladies leaving a trail of discarded clothing as they slowly progressed to the bed. Pierre maintained the upper hand, promptly pinning her lover to the sheets, grinding her body against the wolf as she suckled on Moira's soft lips and tongue.

"Pierre..." Moira hummed, her own body writhing between the sheets and the bat. "I'm so hot for you. Take me now."

"Gladly." Pierre said, leaning up to get a better look at the desperation in her lover's eyes. "Let me just get you the way I want you. Stay."

Though Moira whimpered, she obeyed, laying back in the bedsheets as Pierre left her side. The sneaky bat made for her luggage, digging for a few fun toys she'd snuck in for just this moment. There was a gleam in her eyes when she stood back up, a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "Told you I brought something to help you behave."

"Oh no, not the handcuffs." Moira swooned in overexaggerated despair. "You are just too cruel, my love, to tie me down like this."

"Oh you love it and you know it." Pierre countered, cuffing Moira's hands together above her own head. "But, you can be very grabby, and I want you as helpless as possible when I make you howl. Over, and over again."

"Oh, Pierre!" Moira tried to rise up, to embrace the bat so they could indeed finally get to it. But Pierre was quick to push her back down.

"Stay." She ordered, firmly yet lovingly. "Or I will tie you to the bed."

"Promise?"

"Stay." Pierre reiterated. She hovered over Moira's body, running her tongue along the side of her neck and up to here ear. "Feel free to be as loud as you want, though."

Moira gasped as Pierre suddenly nipped at her neck, the bat's hands grasping her breasts and giving them a playful squeeze. She resisted the urge to wrap her arms around her lover, wanting to endure whatever sexual fun she had planned without interruption. She whimpered and writhed under Pierre's attention, her heart racing even faster with every love bite to her collar, and every pinch of her stiffening nipples.

Feeling hungry, Pierre began lowering herself along Moira's body, kissing and biting a trail across her breasts and stomach, until she got to the heated and aching mound between the wolf's legs. Even the fabric still buried deep within her loins wasn't able to back the flow of her juices anymore, a rich musk filling Pierre's nostrils as she gazed over those swollen lips and clit. It was just such an appetizing looking morsel, she simply couldn't contain herself.

"Oh god!" Moira cried out, eyes rolling up in her head and hips lifting from the sheets and she felt Pierre's lips lock around her swollen bud. Jolts of pleasure arched through her body as the bat suckled away, Moira moaning lewdly and without remorse. She writhed, barely able to control her own body as that devilish tongue swirled around her sensitive clit, soon howling out in pleasure as her heated, pent up body was quickly pushed over the edge. And there she stayed, calling out Pierre's name as her hips continued to buck, and as Pierre continued to suck on her aching clit.

"Pierre! Please!" Moira gasped out, her fingers digging into the sheets above her head. "I can't! Need a break! Oh, fuck!"

Pierre let out a chuckle as she finally released the wolf's aching clit. "Done already? But we've only just started."

"You're so... mean." Moira panted, collapsing into the sheets as she tried to catch her breath. "What happened to... foreplay?"

"This entire day has been foreplay, love." Pierre cooed, leaving a few kisses along Moira's hips. "Dinner, the walk around the lake, all leading up to now. Besides, I thought you were horny and wanted to get off."

"I just didn't want it to be over this fast."

"Oh, I'm hardly done with you yet." A devious grin spread across Pierre's face as her fingers teased the entrance to Moira's soaked passage. "Can't leave these in here all night, can we?"

A shiver ran up Moira's spine as a pair of fingers slowly snaked their way into her pussy. Pierre watched with a smile, her eyes glistening as she wiggled her digits about, causing Moira to pant and moan once more.

"Goodness, I put these in deep." Pierre teased, using the endeavor simply as an excuse to finger her lover. "Oh, I think I've found something. Now, to just get a good hold of it."

"Take your t-time..."

"Got it!" Slowly, Pierre began pulling her fingers free, letting her thong unravel itself was she pulled it from Moira's pussy. Bit by bit, the panties slipped free, the fabric thoroughly soaked in canine love juices. The potent musk grew even stronger, Moira breathing heavy as she felt those panties slide through her, gently teasing her aching nerves just enough to fill her with torturous bliss.

"Almost, and there we are." Pierre giggled as she finally pulled the thong all the way out, holding them up so even Moira could see. "Goodness, they're drench. And they smell so strongly of you. Hm, maybe I'll wear them all day tomorrow and see if anyone notices."

"You're such a perv." Moira sighed, relaxing into the bedsheets once more.

"Like you're one to talk." Pierre countered, the soiled panties now hanging from her mouth. "You're still drooling all over the place. Looks like I need to find a better plug."

The bat scrambled off the bed once more, letting the thong fall away as she want for something more fun. Moira took the chance to properly catch her breath. Her heart was still racing from all the fun, and despite her complaints, and already cumming once, her loins did indeed still ache for more. But how could anyone expect anything else from her after the day they'd had. Plus, it wasn't everyday you got to go all out in a romantic getaway. Best to take advantage of every second.

"Hurry up, love." Moira sang out, giggling despite herself. "I'm starting to get all cold and lonely without you."

"Coming, dear." Pierre replied, returning to the side of the bed. "And I've got just the thing to keep you warm."

Moira let out an excited gasp when she looked down, quickly finding her second wind. Her lover was already crawling back onto the bed, now wearing one of her favorite strapon toys. The faux shaft seemed to glint in the dim light, ready to be buried deep into Moira's aching pussy. She spread her legs wide for her lover, lifting her paws in the air and licking her lips as Pierre lined up her latex cock, rubbing the tip against Moira's sensitive folds.

"You ready?"

"I've been ready." Moira breathed. "Give it to me."

Pierre was quick to comply, pressing in with a hungry look in her own eyes. Both women gasped as Moira's folds parted, the toy stretching her wide while the other end teased at Pierre's own passage. The women pressed in until their hips met, tied to each other by the toy, and their love.

"You're so big." Moira cooed, peppering a few kisses along Pierre's jaw. "I love feeling you so deep inside me."

"You're so tight, love." Pierre replied, taking a moment to kiss the wolf properly. Her tongue pressed into Moira mouth just as she began rocking her hips, slowly sliding the toy in and out of the wolf's pussy. They breathed heavily into each other's maw, words lost as they bucked their hips against one another, making love as they stared into each other's eyes.

Pierre kept the pace slowly, enjoying every whimper and moan her beloved made when she thrust in, grinding her hips against Moira's just to make her squeak out and beg for more. She couldn't help herself; she just loved to see her beloved all hot and bothered.

"Harder, please?" Moira begged, her hips desperately thrusting back against the bat. "I need you so bad."

"But you're so cute when you beg." Pierre teased, gripping those hips and pinning them down. "And you only beg if I go slow."

"But I want it NOW!" Suddenly, Moira wrapped her arms and legs around Pierre, hugging her tight. She twisted her body, and in one swift motion she flipped them both over. Pierre now found herself pinned to the bed, with Moira straddling her lap and happily impaled on the toy.

"No!" Pierre playfully scolded. "Bad girl. Sit!"

"That's the plan." Hands still cuffed, Moira raised her hips, then slammed them back down. A visible shiver ran through her body as she began riding Pierre like a wild stallion, grinding relentlessly against the toy and sending waves of pleasure through them both.

"Fine... if that's how you want it." With a grin, Pierre grasped Moira's firm ass, while bracing her own feet against the bed. "Then we'll go HARD!"

Just as Moira rose up for another drop, Pierre thrust her hips upward, burying her faux dick as deep as it would go. Moira let out a pleasured howl, her eyes rolling up in her head as Pierre began jackhammering the toy into her soaked depths. She quickly recovered from the initial shock, once again slamming down in time with Pierre's thrusts. The room was soon filled with the sounds of their cries, mixed with the wet slapping of their hips. They cried out each other's names with little care for who may have heard them.

It wasn't long before their cries hit a crescendo. Pierre felt her body tense up, just before her mind exploded with ecstasy. She thrust her hips up higher than before, lifting Moira off the bed as she came. The last thrust pushed the wolf over the edge herself, howling out Pierre's name as her body writhed atop her lover's hips. Their cries mingled in the dimly lit room as their minds reeled from pleasure, the women momentarily locked in orgasmic union.

Neither woman really noticed as they fell back to the bed, Moira easily slipping off her lover's hips to curl up at her side. They wrapped their arms around each other, breathlessly hugging and kissing as they embraced in the warmth of afterglow. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, the moonlit world existing only for the two women and the love they felt for each other.

"That was amazing." Moira eventually breathed out, breaking the silence as she nuzzled into the crook of Pierre's neck. "You are amazing."

"No more than you." Pierre replied with a content smile. "You look absolutely beautiful in the moonlight, love."

"No, stop!" Moira giggled, burying her face even further to hide her embarrassment. She took a deep breath, taking in Pierre's scent and letting the closeness wash over her. "Thank you for today, Pierre. I couldn't have asked for a more romantic getaway."

"Anything for you, Moira." Pierre replied with a kiss to the forehead. "I'm happy to take you anywhere, so long as I get to be there with you."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

They held each other close, Pierre taking just a moment to remove the cuffs from Moira's wrists so they could properly curl up under the sheets. After the long day, and exciting evening, both women were exhausted. But they were filled with happiness, smiles glued to their faces as they curled up in each other's arms and let the comfort of sleep overtake them.