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"You said you're waiting here for someone?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I..." Someone up in front finally got their order, and the line shifted a little bit to bring me about a step and a half away from where I'd just been waiting; the rail tilted slightly when I leaned back against it. "Well. We agreed we'd go to a concert tonight, but he's got work for another twenty minutes or so, so I just figured... hey, I'll get something to eat."

"Hmm. Let me guess..."

The she-wolf in front of me leaned forward, tapping the fingers of one paw against her chin. Bright blue eyes squinted at me, appraised my muzzle and my face, and I - well, hell, I found I couldn't look away. Whoever she was, I had no idea; I'd just stepped into line at this fast food place right after her, and she'd turned and started talking to me. And for some reason, I had far less trouble speaking to her than I usually did with strangers.

All of a sudden, those eyes lit up, and her ears perked - and she gave me the brightest grin I'd seen on anyone in the past month and a half. "You're gonna get the double - no... single? Quarter pounder."

"Are you a witch?"

She ran her paw back across her headfur and half-turned away from me, tail wagging behind her as she laughed. "Lucky guess. You look like you weigh all of a quarter pound, so..."

"So then - let me guess..." The line shifted again, making her the second in line. I peered up at the menu above. "You'll have the... double cheeseburger."

"Ouch." She looked back at me over her shoulder, amusement illuminating those blue eyes. "Dunno about you, but I was always told it was rude to tell a woman she needs to lose weight..."

"That's - not what I meant! Double cheeseburger 'cause... 'cause you're..." ...okay, it sounded better in my head. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and breathed out a frustrated huff. "...cheesy..."

This time, she had to cover her mouth with her paw to quiet a sudden snrrk. "Look who's talking, otter." Her tail flicked, and just barely brushed against my upper hip - right before she stepped up to give her order. "Yeah - hi, I'll have a... yeah, sure, how about a double cheeseburger, no pickles or onion..."

Our conversation very well could have ended right there, and I somewhat expected it to - even though my mind, for whatever reason, was scrambling to find something to keep her talking to me. As it went, though, I didn't have to: after the cashier verified her order and gave her the receipt, the wolf started to step off, then half-turned to me again - and gave me a wink.

"Why don'tcha come sit and eat with me?"

Took me a moment before I realized it was my turn to order. I could feel that wolf's eyes on me, then, as I gave it: quarter pounder, plain, with a large side of fries, and - oh, how about a milkshake... yeah, the Oreo one, that'd be good...

It wasn't hard to find her; she'd chosen one of those little two-person tables right next to the window, affording a grand view of the busy highway just outside and the flat yellow grass alongside it. If you squinted really hard, you could just barely make out a few skyscrapers from the next city over, way out on the horizon beneath puffy clouds. She sat with one elbow on the table and her chin resting in that paw, watching the cars zip by - though flicked her ears towards me as I pulled out the chair across from her.

Then, she had that paw extended out across the table, and that same bright grin on her muzzle. It was the kind of smile, the kind of happiness that just - that you just couldn't resist, and that you found quickly spread to yourself.

"Hey." For a quick second, she flicked her tongue out over her lips. "I'm Kayti."

"Lukas..." Her grip was warm, firm, confident - and I could feel something else in it, something that caught my attention but that I couldn't quite place. When she released my paw, one of her claws drew along my wrist and palm... and sent a slight shiver up to my shoulder. "You're - Kayti?"

She leaned back in her chair and draped her arms over the back. "No, no - Kay-ti."

"That's... that's what I said."

"Oh, is it? Sorry. I was too busy looking at that pretty face of yours - oh. Wow. Wow, you turned red fast..."

Hadn't I already said it? There was just something about her. By the time I'd gathered my confidence back up (and felt the warmth of that damn blush leave my ears and cheeks), I leaned over the table, cleared my throat, swallowed-

"Look who's talking, wolf."

Her grin returned once more, though this time, with something else behind it. Maybe it was in the flicking of her whiskers and ears, the way she bounced a little with light laughter, how she raised her eyebrows a little higher... but something told me that my compliment to her had much the same effect as hers had had on me.

That look just funneled a little bit more confidence into me. I spread my receipt out on the table in front of me, eyeing the big black order number at the top. "I heard you order a double cheeseburger..."

"I heard you order a quarter pounder."

"You did?"

Kayti reached up and batted at one of her ears. The soft flesh and fur briefly folded over, and then snapped back up into place. "Us dogs have good hearing. Can hear your thoughts, if you think loud enough."

My phone vibrated once in my pocket, but I ignored it. Text could wait. "So you are a witch."

Kayti chuckled quietly, and turned her muzzle over to face the restaurant door, way on the other side of the room. "I mean, not saying I ain't. But - y'know..." I took the chance to get a better look at her, to look at the angle of her ears, the color of her eyes, the line of her jaw and chin above her soft-furred neck, the smooth curve of her collarbone and shoulder just visible beneath the fabric of her shirt... "...when I got here, I had something entirely different I wanted, but... cheeseburger just sounded so good after you'd said it. So - oh, hey, did they just say 369?"

Honestly, I hadn't been paying attention to the announcer; I could only shrug. Kayti didn't seem to mind, though, and soon had pushed her chair back to go get her food. Her hips swung as she walked, not in that kind of slow-motion zoom-in-on-the-butt style like you see in action movies with the odd romantic-interest placement, but... well. After she grabbed her tray (as well as mine, it looked like) and started on her way back, I reached over for my drink so I wouldn't look like I'd been watching her... and then grabbed at empty air, having forgotten that I'd ordered a milkshake instead.

I hoped she hadn't noticed. When she got back, she set our food down, and then gave me another wink. Which just ended up in sending another shiver through me, this time down my spine instead of along my arm. Strange how that worked.

"Yours was done, too," she explained, "so I just figured... you know. Anyway. What was I saying?"

"Um..." Wow. Maybe I should've gotten just a medium. This was a lot of fries. "Cheeseburger?"

"Oh! Yes!" Kayti rummaged around in the paper bag sitting atop her tray, pulled out her burger, looked at the wrapper for a second... and then pointed to text along the side. "Cheeseburger."

I lifted my milkshake. "Double cheeseburger. By my suggestion, apparently. Sometimes I can't handle a single quarter pounder..."

"That's 'cause you're tiny, otter," Kayti said, through a mouthful of meat and bun. She swallowed it down. "By the way, you don't mind me commenting on that, right? It's just - I dunno. First thing about you I noticed, other than your rudder."

"The rudder is one of the best parts of an otter. And - yeah, no, I don't mind. I know I'm smallish. Even with that, though, sometimes I still have trouble lifting myself out of bed in the mornings..."

"Start going to the gym! I try to make it at least every other night."

"Really?"

The wolf glared at me as she took a sip of her drink. "What's that supposed to mean?"

At first, my heart jumped up into my throat - but she still had that unmistakable glimmer in her eyes, and the slightest of upward turns at the edge of her lips. Her whiskers repeatedly twitched with her straining not to smile.

"I mean..." she went on, "I bet I could benchpress you. You weigh, what, a hundred twenty?"

"Fifteen. And-" This part came out before I could stop it. "I dare you."

Silence for a second, other than the sizzling of the fryers up behind the counter and the quiet conversations coming from the other patrons and the televisions hanging in the corners. Then - a quiet snapping when she leaned in to take another bite of her burger. A small fleck of melted cheese dropped against the fur of her chin, soon to be wiped away by a claw.

"I'm tempted." Kayti pursed her lips. "But you have somewhere to be, don't you? Believe me - I'd love to have you over. Working out always feels a lot better when you've got a friend with you."

Oh God. I'd been roped into going to the gym with someone else before, and... the next morning, as well as three mornings after, I woke up sore in more places than I'd previously thought possible, and for a number of reasons too. Somehow, I felt that an evening doing the same with this she-wolf would leave me... marginally less sore.

Or not. That's something we'd have to try in order to be sure of.

So I shrugged, and turned my burger to start on it from another angle. "Yeah. My ride'll probably be getting here soon to pick me up... and he has the tickets, too, so it's not like I can go anywhere 'til then."

"What concert are you going to?"

"Oh, it's some - metal group... they've got an opera singer for their lead. It's pretty cool."

"Boy, you should hear me sing."

"I bet you're good."

There it was again, that kind of... startled amusement, evident in her eyes, her mouth, her ears. This time she actually had to set her food down and bring her napkin to her muzzle, partially to wipe off another little bit of cheese, and also to cover her blush. It added a tint of warm pink to the stone-grey fur along her cheeks. "Lukas..." She avoided meeting my eyes, as she reached for her drink again.

"What? I'm just saying - hearing you talk, your voice... I just think-"

The next look she gave me took me off-guard, and then it was my turn to fall silent. The wolf sat back in her chair and popped the last bite of her burger into her mouth, then grinned once more at me. I hadn't yet gotten halfway through mine. "'s there something you wanna tell me?"

Was there...? Since this damn wolf had first turned to speak to me, I'd been just vaguely aware of this - this kind of... I don't know. The way she smiled, that little laugh of hers, the spicy sweetness beneath her words... it took me a few seconds to realize I was staring, and then, I set my half-eaten burger down on my tray and leaned back.

"I should... should probably..." Trying to get my phone out of my pocket gave me an embarrassing bit of difficulty. That text I received earlier turned out to be from the friend I'd be meeting tonight. "Oh! Got a message from my - my friend... he's probably here, um..." And I stood up. Why was my heart beating like this? "It was - was good meeting you, Kayti..."

She looked up at me with genuine concern on her face, her ears half-splayed back. "What, already? You're not even - I don't think you touched your milkshake! And that's the Oreo one! That's the best kind!"

"Oh, yeah, you can have it. Hey - sorry to dip so suddenly..."

And, honestly, it hurt a little bit noticing her ears droop further and seeing the look on her face as I made my way towards the door. I don't - really - do well in social situations, and here this forward, confident (and damn attractive) wolf was, talking to me, making me blush and smile... and I got nervous and walked away. Along the way to the door, I glanced down to my phone and actually opened the message-

Hey, sorry man, but something came up in the family literally fifteen minutes ago and I don't think I'll be able to make it. How about we reschedule? That ska group Smash Hella is coming around in June, I'd love to see them...

-and then spun around on my ankle and headed back towards the tail. Kayti's ears perked up to my footsteps, and her tail started wagging through the back of the chair even before she looked up at me.

"Forget something, Lukas?" She slid a strip of napkin across the table towards me, a sleek, sly smile lifting her lips.

I picked it up: it was a phone number. Once more, I could feel my cheeks and ears warm up. "I - I... well, my friend actually... cancelled, so..."

Kayti spent a good four seconds trying to get a sip of my-slash-her milkshake. Once she'd managed it, her tail started wagging again. "So that means you don't have anywhere to be."

"Well..." She'd also commandeered my fries, and had the remains of my burger sitting atop the wrapper of hers. Another bite had been taken out of it since I'd put it down. "I kind of do, actually..." Again, her ears lowered - but I didn't let them stay that way for too long. "Your place, right?"

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"I'm not gonna benchpress you," she made sure to clarify on the way back. It wasn't that late, honestly, but it was that time of year when the sun got tired early in the evening and drooped down beneath the horizon like two hours before it felt it should.

I'd shrugged and looked back out the window. "I didn't think you would."

Even now, I can still remember the feeling I got right then, a kind of hot tingling in the back of my head. It's that sensation you get when you just know someone is glaring daggers right through your soul. Several playful little daggers. "Well, I mean, I hate to back away from a challenge..."

"I'd challenge you to wrestle with me." And then there was that, too, this odd bright confidence I felt just from being near her. "But we both already know who'd win." What she said next stuck with me, all the way to where we now sat side-by-side on the couch:

"Do we?"

We could both tell that something was going to happen tonight, but - despite her rather forward demeanor and my own burst of confidence, something still held both of us back. After getting here she showed me around the house (except her bedroom: she started to bring me in, and then kind of jumped and closed the door with this impossible-to-miss blush brightening her cheeks) and then guided me into the living room, excited words always on her lips.

And I enjoyed it. It wasn't hard at all to match her pace and listen, her tail occasionally catching mine or my leg as it swayed behind her, her voice keeping my ears perked and constantly refreshing the gentle smile on my face. As the afternoon bled into evening, as time went on, I gradually came to be more aware of just what it was this wolf was making me feel.

I think it became palpable to her, too, once we settled down on the couch there, and once she put on the movie. The house felt awfully quiet in the short time between when she finished telling me her story about that time her brother almost fell out of a train, and when the soundtrack to the movie itself started... and in that silence, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she'd been able to hear my heartbeat. Certainly felt like it was loud enough, and it kicked up another few paces when she settled against the cushion next to me - and lifted my rudder up and settled it into her lap, claws tracing softly through the thick fur, leaving little lines between the fine hairs.

"You ever-" Something caught in my throat, and I had to cough. Kayti tilted her head my way, but kept her eyes fixed on the screen as she stroked. "-um... been close to an otter before? Like - you know..."

Slowly, she shook her head, and then finally looked at me. Her eyes caught the light of the screen across the room and glinted back at me. "No. Why?"

"Because that-" Here, I swallowed, and squirmed. Everyone's got a certain spot or two or three on their body that elicits a bit of a reaction out of them, and - I guess I discovered today where mine was. "...feels good..."

At first, I was a bit startled to hear a repetitive, quiet thump-thump-thump come from around her, but then realized it was her tail again. As soon as I opened my eyes again and looked at her, she shifted her gaze back towards the TV. "Yeah?" she said, a moment later. She'd increased the force of her stroking a little bit, digging her claws in just slightly further so they traced along the skin beneath the fur. "You ever been close to a wolf before?"

"Once or twice..."

"So you know what feels good for us, then."

Talk about sneaky side-eye; a lot more in that sentence than she let on. Just like before, as soon as she noticed me looking at her, she averted her gaze again and pretended like she hadn't just been watching my face. I pushed through the shivering pleasure, like that feeling when someone lightly grazes their fingers across your back, and straightened up.

"Well - yeah, I mean, I know the basic things..." Again my heart beat in my chest, this time out of that so-familiar "am I really about to do this?" But Kayti didn't seem opposed to the idea at all. In fact, even before I'd reached over to drape my arm around her shoulders, she'd leaned back towards me... and then returned the same sort of shiver that she still drew out of me, in reaction to the light claws on the back of her neck.

This was a position I didn't often find myself in; usually by now I'd either be on my knees or on all fours, on the carpet in front of the couch, but with Kayti... after a moment I had to brace my other arm out beside me, to keep myself up beneath her added weight against me. Whatever had happened in the last seven minutes or so of the movie, neither of us had any idea; the wolf's paw on my tail squeezed and stopped once I dug my claws more steadily against her skin, and when I glanced over at her next, her eyes had drifted shut, and her mouth had fallen half-open.

So I started to shift my position, and lean more towards her. Brief flash of blue once more catching the light from the TV, flitting across my face and over my own eyes - and then the slightest of amused smiles, accompanied by her arms making their way up my back, around my shoulders, and finally tugging me down on top of her.

The warmth of her body beneath mine, the way her steady breaths tickled at my whiskers and the fur of my cheek, feeling her tail squeezed between our legs and the back cushions of the couch, her slight adjustments to get into a more comfortable position... she smelled faintly of lavender, lavender and lemon and something else that, again, I couldn't quite place. That seemed to be a pattern with this wolf: there was always something about her that took me by surprise, that caused the image of her in my mind to constantly shift and change.

That little something in her scent escaped me even as I dug my nose into the warm, soft fur along her neck, and drew my muzzle up along the line of her throat towards her jaw. She tilted her head back and let out a low, shivering sigh with the nuzzling, and then - parted her legs a little bit and squeezed them around me, my body settled up against hers. Out of embarrassment at what this closeness was already doing to me, I tried to keep my hips lifted away from her, but she'd have none of that.

We'd started out with a conversation about cheeseburgers, and now found ourselves here with her arms around my back, my nose and lips making their way up along the side of her muzzle, her grinding up against me and - hell, working me up further. Kayti didn't at all seem to mind me nosing down into her fur against her cheek and jaw and neck and shoulder, breathing her sweet scent, enjoying the warmth of her body against mine.

A warm jolt of sweet electricity shot through me, and I lifted myself above her with my paws braced against the cushion on either side of her shoulders, looking down over her muzzle. One leg up between hers and the other stretched out behind me, my rudder hanging off the side of the couch with her tail repeatedly brushing against it in slow, steady wagging.

Once more, Kayti flicked her tongue out over her lips, smooth soft pink for a fraction of a second. Then, just barely audible beneath the movie that still played: "C'mere, you."

At first, the words didn't register in my mind. "Huh?"

She wouldn't take something like that for an answer. Her arms tightened around my upper back and yanked me down close to her, then slid down towards the waistband of my pants, the hem of my shirt. Her fingers teased at the soft fur beneath the fabric there, and then started making their way up underneath - while she kept her eyes fixed on mine, our muzzles closer now than they ever had been before. Another little tug from her arms around me brought my nose to bump against hers, warm and very slightly bumpy like canids' tend to be... I could feel each breath puff out through my whiskers and across my own lips, maybe a half-inch from hers, but - hell, I didn't have it in me to close that distance.

By God, did I want to, though. Kayti could tell, too. She licked her lips again, and caught my upper lip with her tongue in doing so - and then held me firmly in place against my little jump of surprise. After another second of watching my expression, she leaned in and returned my nuzzling, dragging her nose up along my short muzzle and - and lightly setting her teeth against the skin of my neck-

"You know," she cooed, her breath warm in my fur. Still those paws worked their way up my shirt, squeezing and pressing in all the right places, forcing my body to push and grind down against her just as a natural reaction, "I heard that otters are supposed to be predators. But here you are, unsure of yourself, jumping at every little thing..."

"Predators?" I tried to move my paw to her shoulder and instead ended up placing it square against her breast - and then when I tried to move it away, one of her paws shot up and held it in place. "Well, we - we eat fish and small mammals-"

To this, Kayti dragged the flat of her tongue up along the fur of my neck. It was my turn to tilt my head away, and... goodness, by now there was no denying what she did to me, physically. She was definitely aware of it, too; that would explain how she'd moved her other paw back down towards the base of my rudder, to keep me pressed firmly up between her legs. Just as I'm sure she could feel mine, could I feel the heat of her body.

"Do wolves count as small mammals?"

"I don't th-"

...and then, what she meant clicked. Her grin widened just as my blush deepened, and then, finally she released my wrist and moved her paw up from around my back... only to place both to my shoulders and push me down her body.

I certainly wasn't about to say no. Excitement and interest palpable in the air, noticeable in her scent that continued to waft up and tickle at my nose - especially as I traced my muzzle down along the front of her body, over the slight dip of her belly button beneath the fabric of her shirt, towards the tight waistband of her pants soon to be opened by fast-moving fingers.

That was always the longest and most awkward part in an encounter like this - getting the other person's pants off. Instead of bothering with it all the way, though, I just managed to get her fly unbuttoned and unzipped, and then she was the one to tug her pants halfway down her thighs - and brought into view just what I'd wanted to see, the wolf's scent now even more noticeably carrying that twinge of interest and arousal.

God, she smelled fantastic. Almost before I knew what I was doing, I'd closed the distance between my lips and hers, different from what gave me pause before, and just - felt her warmth against my muzzle and tongue, felt her shivering, twitching heat, breathed in the thicker, muskier aroma, less lavender and lemon and more of that same spice I'd picked up on her before, transferred to the back of my mouth as I started on her... and Kayti shivered and lifted her hips up against me, already urging me deeper. And again, I wasn't about to say no.

What a turn of events, right? The couch was only so long, so - I was right when I'd said that by now, usually I'd be on my knees. This wolf half-turned her body so she could keep herself against my muzzle, chin churning forward and back, forward and back with my tongue working up between and against those lips, warm and slick with both her arousal as well as my saliva, soaking into the fur of my chin. Opened my eyes and looked up - and then closed them again with her paw settling between my ears to hold me in place, her other right where mine had been along her chest just a moment earlier. But, damn, was that a nice sight while I had it: her eyes lightly closed and mouth hanging open, light breaths of pleasure repeatedly rolling off her tongue and rippling down through her body, ending in rhythmic thrusts up against my muzzle between her legs.

After a while it was hard to tell if it was me or her who was guiding the pace and rhythm of things. One of my paws had made its way up to her knee for balance, to her thigh to spread her legs a little bit further, then right beneath my chin to press a pair of fingers up underneath my tongue... while Kayti kept my maw squeezed against her, holding my head down to give herself something to grind and hump against.

This was getting a little bit... tight on me, so when I found the time between dragging my tongue up along this wolf and feeling her squeeze and clench around my fingers, I reached down with my other paw, undid my own pants, relieved some of that tight pressure. Listening to how her breath caught in her throat, how she continually gave voice to needy moans and whines, how the springs of the couch strained underneath her writhing body... well, it was pretty easy to see that both of us would be perfectly content with bringing this to finish.

Just like before, though, Kayti had something else in mind as well. Right as I moved back again to swallow down the sticky slickness coating my tongue and lips (as well as to give my jaw a bit of break; admittedly this wasn't something I did particularly often, so), that paw between my ears gripped my headfur and seemed to tug me up - but what came next made me realize: she simply needed something to grab onto, in order to pull herself up. For a moment all I could see in front of me was grey fur and smooth thighs, flesh-pink lips glistening with saliva, dripping down along the interior of those thighs - especially as she shifted to pull her pants the rest of the way off-

-and then suddenly found myself pushed down to my back on the carpeted floor, this same wolf settling into place above me. Once more there was the heat of her body, the pressure of her weight against me, the thrumming shivers of her desire and arousal echoing through my own body, especially with one of her paws planted firmly in the middle of my chest and the other down underneath her, warm fingers along my length. The touch of those fingers sent another hot jolt through me, and actually caused me to arch my back up. This movement, though, transferred to a shift of my hips, to the end of my length brushing up against those slick lips.

Our eyes met once more, mine half-lidded with anticipation and excitement, hers with misty, breathless pleasure. Her paw tightened on my chest, claws biting just barely into my skin through my fur, and she - she started to sink down onto me, causing both of our eyes to close the rest of the way and our mouths to fall open. It was hard to keep myself propped up on my elbows with the feeling of that, hot and tight and slick sliding down on me, both of our mixed scents tickling at my nose, keeping the rest of my senses tingling, swimming in my head.

I could still taste her on the back of my tongue and smell her, fresh and rich, on my upper lip. Whether it was her panting or mine that interrupted her rhythm here, I couldn't tell; I could just feel the little breaks in her lowering down onto me, her paw repeatedly tensing and releasing on my chest, claws pierced through the fabric of my shirt.

Many times before had I found myself in her position, faithful to the eyes closed, the jaw hanging open with tongue visible, the exhalations of sweet pleasure that each felt like a weight lifted out of your lungs, the pressing desire, the need to feel your partner's hips pressed up against your rear... but - of course I enjoyed the times like now, where I was the one being held down and ridden. Especially with this she-wolf, for whatever reason; I still hadn't quite figured out what it was about her that ignited so many fires in my chest and between my legs, but... it brought me more pleasure to see her shivering and panting as she took me to the hilt, than I'd gotten from the last couple of times I'd hooked up with a friend-with-benefits.

It was a different kind of pleasure, then, this sweet, wet warmth squeezing all around me, making me shiver and moan with every little movement, pulling my hips up as she started to lift up off of me and then start back down. She slid both of her paws down my chest towards my belly for balance as she rode, hips rising and falling, rising and falling slowly, steadily at first but quickly picking up in pace, in urgency and eagerness. Somewhere along the way my shirt had been thrown halfway up along my chest, allowing the wolf free reign to press and squeeze at my belly, and to draw more lines with her claws in the fur there.

It was tough, but I managed to open my eyes against the pleasure and look up at her, to see her tongue hanging out of her mouth and bouncing in the air just as her hips did on me, her own enjoyment evident in each breathy moan and shivering gasp. So we had a few things in common, it looked like.

"Lukas..." she panted, which caught my attention - and next thing I knew, she'd doubled over across me and had set her teeth to my shoulder again, the sudden depth with which she took me forcing an "ah-" from between my lips. Her hips churned against mine, and I shifted my legs so I could thrust up against her in the same rhythm she'd left off with - and soon it was both of us moaning and panting, me close to her ear and her through the fur of my shoulder.

One of my paws made its way to her back, and from there, down along the line of her spine, towards the base of her tail as it swayed with my thrusts and her reciprocal grinding, to settle on her rump and hold her down against me. Every time I lifted up into her, she lurched up against my body and let out another sizzling sigh of a moan, still rising in pitch and force - and I could feel myself getting there, too, definitely.

Each thrust from me, each clench from her - another jolt of hot pleasure rippling out through my abdomen and ending in me gritting my teeth or squeezing the fur and flesh beneath my paw. Soon I was lifting my hips full off of the ground every time I pressed up into her, my hips against hers, our arms squeezing around each other. Never had I felt such - interest, such excitement, such desire like this. I loved her teeth on my shoulder, I love her chest against mine, I loved her tail curled around my leg and her weight bearing down onto me, loved her squeezing on my sides, squeezing around my cock-

Her claws tightened on my sides enough to shock my eyes open and bring a different noise out from between my lips. At first I was a bit confused, a bit worried, but - feeling her shuddering on top of me and hearing the breathless moan so close to my ear, followed by the warmth of noticeable extra slickness pooling in my pubic fur and dripping down my sack.

One time when I had my lioness friend over recently, I managed to get her to the same point with my muzzle still between her legs - and as a result ended up with the fur of my muzzle soaked and dripping.

Something about knowing she'd reached her peak of pleasure just worked me up further, led me to increase my pace and my force even as she settled down onto me, chest rising and falling against mine with labored panting. Kayti's heat, her scent, the feeling of still being some six inches buried between her legs, the slight pain and wetness left by her maw on my shoulder...

Another shiver shot through my body, and this time, it was I who dug my teeth against her neck. Fast and hard, urgent and needy- another half-second of enjoyment, and we would've had a little bit of a problem. Kayti anticipated it, too, and managed to untwine herself from me just long enough to allow her to lift up off of me, take my arousal-slickened cock in her, and give a few more strokes - until I had to dig my claws into the carpet beneath me and bucked my hips upward once, twice, a third time, and a little fourth, each one emptying a thick spurt across my chest and belly.

For a moment, I lost the ability to keep myself upright. I thumped back down against the carpet, eyes open but focusing on nothing, jaw hanging open while I tried to catch my breath and let my panting calm down... and Kayti's weight lifted off of me, just for a brief moment - before a different wet warmth settled against the base of my still-hard cock and dragged up towards the end, rolling my slickened foreskin forward (and making me twitch) as it did so. Again and again she licked at me, careful not to press too hard, cleaning off what she'd done to me.

I licked my lips, swallowed - suddenly got another taste of her, and twitched again with the enjoyment. The movie, forgotten, still played across the room, long since past the point where we'd stopped paying attention. "What - what time is it?"

Kayti remained down between my legs, and reached up to the coffee table for her phone. "Around... mmm. Ten." She took a moment to wipe her mouth, and settled back onto her ankles. Her jeans and panties lay in a discarded heap out behind the table, and - seeing her like that in front of me, exhausted and satisfied, naked from the waist down... if I'd had the ability to pull myself up, you can bet I'd push her down onto her back and get right back to work on her. "Why? You have somewhere to be?"

Between your legs. Buried under your tail. On your tongue. In your arms.

I shrugged. "Your place?"

Blue eyes, this time shining with a light of their own.