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"Heeeeeeeeeey! How are you feeling today Z. . ."

Kat had gingerly pushed the door open, a tray of lovingly prepared food clutched in her paws. A tray she almost dropped.

"Oh, hey Kat." Zen replied, "I just woke up."

The male wolf pushed himself up, allowing the blanket to fall away from his well-toned chest.

". . . got something for me?"

The mixed-breed keidran wasn't about to admit that she had spent the better part of two hours on the meal. She was simply here to deliver breakfast to the injured wolf, nothing more. Certainly nothing to entertain the sudden onslaught of lewd, lascivious thoughts that now bounced about her mind. Why did this punk have to be so damn attractive!?

"Kat?"

She'd been staring, eyes glazed over as she imagined what was under that blanket. Her heart pounded, blood rushing to all sorts of places, almost certainly flushing her face red.

"Oh, haha, yeah, I do!" she finally managed to force out a few words, "here you go, Zen, I prepared it myself!"

It was now or never. She knew well what 'assets' she possessed, having been specially bred for just that purpose. A lack of experience wasn't the result of a lack of trying, though her efforts in her attempts to scratch that ever growing itch had come up short time and time again. Right now, though, there wasn't any manner of human prudishness to get in the way. Zen was a fair catch, tall and athletic, with a carefree, confident attitude to match. A few sessions of self-pleasure that she had brought herself since meeting him had seen his enticing form front and centre in her imagination.

Now or never. . .

Mustering what confidence she could, she padded her way into the room, placing her feet in line so as to accentuate the sway of her hips. Zen's eyes fixed to her as she walked, almost unblinking.

'Got him. . . I think.'

The tray was placed upon the bedside table, though Kat made a point of going through the motions as slowly as she dared, bending over and bringing her tail up, her rump rotated to face the male wolf. She lingered, keeping herself presented to him for as long as she dared. Probably long enough to seem desperate, a needy bitch in heat, or some cheap tavern harlot. This was how keidran in the wild did it, wasn't it? No flirting, no courtship, just a simple "here I am, take me!"

Turns out she wasn't far from the mark.

"Are you going to climb up here, Kat?" Zen's voice came in softly from behind her, though with the unmistakable undertone of a heated, lusty growl..

"Oh! Zen! I mean.. . I wasn't. . ." she stammered in response.

Zen grinned.

"I think you were," he said, "beside, I could smell you the instant you walked in the room, and you're not in heat, so. . ."

"Y-y-you could s-smell me?!"

The wolf nodded, "Oh yes, and you smell amazing. Get your cute little butt up here."

Kat was shaking all over by now. She had some idea in her mind of how this little encounter might proceed, though being so directly and shamelessly propositioned like that, simply told to bed the male, that threw everything into disarray.

Of course, she didn't decline. Not in a million years. Not in a billion.

It was almost comical, and indeed Zen did chuckle at the sight of her as she scrambled up and into the bed, paws clambering over the covers and reaching for her prize. Her wolf. Her big, strong, and irresistibly sexy wolf.

Zen, though, put his own paw out to stop her.

"No no no," he chidded, flicking her nose, "spin around. Ass first."

"Oh. . . Zen!"

Again, she did as she was told, standing back up before sitting down on the edge of the bed, back, shoulders, and of course, her deliciously shapely rump positioned towards the male keidran. She shuffled herself backwards, keeping her tail raised so as to afford him an enticing, erotic view. Once completely on the bed, she leaned herself forward, running her paws down Zen's legs and grasping him just above the knee. At the same time, her hips were raised, coming up until she was on all fours, her head facing his feet and nethers positioned directly in front of his face. Lewdly, and with complete willingness, she spread her thighs, thrusting herself backwards and fluffing her tail across his face a few times. Her cunt was already soaked, a fact that Zen had picked up on the instant she had entered the room. Her hips gyrated back and forth a few times, a sensuous offer, a prize to be taken.

"Sit on my face."

"Eh!?"

Zen voice was gentle, yet definitively commanding.

"Sit on my face," he repeated, "I've wanted to taste you since I first saw you. You're gorgeous."

She blushed. Both from the comment, and from the fact that she was seconds from pressing her pussy to an eagerly waiting muzzle.

"O-okay."

Eager didn't even begin to describe it. A pair of strong paws gripped her rump, a cheek firmly grasped in each. Zen squeezed, feeling the supple, soft flesh and fur under his touch. Kat moaned, deep and throaty, and sank her chest down, pressing her ample breasts to the bedding. She felt as her cheeks were spread, opening herself up entirely, as bare as she could possibly be. The wolf's thumbs pressed slowly inwards, settling either side of her already parted labia and spreading them further, stretching them out, revealing her most delicate, pink and overwhelmingly sexual spot.

A few blasts of warm breath tickled over her sex.

She sat back at the same time that Zen dove his muzzle forward, his long, wet tongue already snaking out and pressing to her heated, and even wetter folds. His nose touched her clit, and he licked. Hard and deep, he licked into her, sampling her nectar, spreading it from his chin to his nose, smearing the musky, divine essence across his face. He followed the first stroke of his tongue with a deep breath in through his nose, filling his senses and clouding his mind with her scent. A scent that overpowered him ten times over, no, one hundred times over what he had detected just a few minutes ago.

Another lick, and a gasp from Kat. Then a few more, each one deeper, each one pressing further into her folds, ravishing her pussy with the oral attention she had so long desired. She pushed herself upwards, sitting upright and pressing her full weight down on the wolf, his head now trapped between her thighs. He didn't mind, and she absolutely loved it. She clenched her teeth, shuddering as pleasure threatened to override all semblance of rational thought.

"How. . ." she gasped, "how do I taste?"

Zen responded by pulling her hips down into his face even harder, pushing his tongue in again, over and over, diving into her. Lick after furious lick ran across her pussy, unceasing in their intensity.

He did, though, break his muzzle from under her rump just long enough to reply. A single word.

"Heavenly."

That break in contact, as brief as it was, sent a shockwave of sudden, all-consuming need through the female keidran's body. Not having her pussy stimulated by that amazing lupine tongue, even for such a short period of time, was unacceptable. She crashed forward from her upright position, her paws tearing the bedding aside and exposing Zen's lower body. He hadn't bothered to wear anything to bed, and the activities of the past few minutes had left him sporting an impressive erection. Red and hard, throbbing and needy, it took Kat all of a microsecond to decide what to do.

She lunged forward, keeping her cunt pressed to his face as she devoured his wolfcock in a single motion, pressing the organ past her lips, over and tongue and down her throat. The sudden warmth and wetness that Zen felt about his member served to send his own efforts into overdrive. No longer content to simply hold her, he ran his arms under her spread thighs, hooking them over and around so he could again grab at her ass. Now embraced against her intimate parts, he pulled her down once more, pulled her cunt into his muzzle, and ate her out with a wild, brutal savagery.

Kat couldn't think, at least not about anything but the rapturous pleasure crushing every nerve ending in her body, gushing from her loins like as if a dam had been burst open. The wolfcock she had throughly locked her own muzzle about, too, drove her wild. Zen's taste, a mix of his sweat, pre and natural musky essence filled her. Each breath brought the scent of his maleness to her, each lick of her tongue across his rock hard flesh brought a taste she couldn't have imagined in her wildest fantasies. A mouthful of hot, pulsating wolfcock and a long, slick tongue between her legs. What more could she want?

Fantasies no longer.

Wolf and mixed breed were now entertwined in the most obscene, ravishing session of mutual oral pleasure, attacking the other's sexual organs with a hunger they didn't know they had inside them. The sound, slick and wet, mixed in with gasps, moans and near-screams as the epitome of pleasure approached, an all-encompassing, all-consuming release that bore down upon them like a typhoon.

"Z-Zen!" she said, removing his cock from her maw just long enough to speak, "I'm. . . c. . . cu. . ."

"Cum for me, kitty," came his response, muffled between mouthfuls of keidran cunt.

"ZEN!"

It was in fact he who reached his climax first. Growling into her nethers, his entire body tensed as a wave of searing heat overtook him, driving every muscle and joint to strain to its limit. His essence, thick and white, jetted from his tip, coating Kat's tongue as she greedily gulped it down. The sensation continued to rack him with waves of ecstasy, the young female continuing to work his cock over even as she had to pull back to avoid choking. The last few spurts splashed across her face and muzzle, sticking to her fur.

"Oh. . oh w-wow. . . Zen I. . ."

The door swung open. Eric Vaughan, dressed in his morning robe, long, luxurious and flowing, pushed his way into the room. His eyes were fixed upon a piece of parchment held delicately between two fingers, the other hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, Kat," the human said, "have you seen. . ."

Whatever he was looking for, it suddenly didn't matter. The document fell from his hands, floating softly to the floor as he beheld what had been suddenly presented before him. Kathryn, wolfcock in paw and her face coated in cum, looked up at him, her own expression of horror nearly matching his own.

"K-kat. . " words started to form in Eric's throat

"Oh, morning Eric!" Zen's attitude could not have been more different.

He swiped his tongue across Kat's pussy a few final times before sealing his lips over her clit and delivering a single, long, and ravenous suckle to the overstimulated love bud. Kat's jaw dropped open, tongue rolling out as her climax hit. Any excuse she had been formulating in her mind was utterly banished as her world became a wash of orgasmic thunder.

"Oh. . . Ohhhhh. . . OHHHHHHH GODS!"

She shuddered, unable to look Eric in the eyes as her pussy gushed her love juices over the wolf's muzzle.

"OOOHHHHHHHHH!"

Spurt after spurt splashed out, her cunt convulsing as it deposited the results of Zen's expert oral attention onto his fur, soaking his face, chest and the bedding underneath.

"AHHHH!"

Still more came, the female keidran cumming harder than her own fingers, or a few brief evenings fooling about with Mike and Evals, had ever made her. She screamed, wordlessly, drool now dripping from her cum-stained lips, as she rode it out, still receiving a thorough tongue lashing as the wolf brought her to a crescendo.

A few more spurts hit Zen's face.

". . . oh. . . oh. . . oh my. . . heavens. . . f. . ."

Words didn't seem to be enough. She collapsed, one last shiver trickling up her a Zen delivered a final, soft kiss to her petals.

"I. . ." Eric was equally speechless.

No such trouble, however, for the wolf keidran.

"Sorry man," he said, grinning ear to ear, "you weren't using her so I thought I'd help myself. Hope you don't mind!"