Establishing Relations, Bonus Story: Long Distance Relations

Natani made it back to his room with a few minutes to spare before curfew, still steaming from the bath. He locked the door behind himself, then did a quick check of the room to make sure he was alone -- he'd never had an unexpected visitor in his time in the castle, but it was a habit he had no intention of losing -- before pulling off his robe and tossing it on the bed, eager to let his fur breathe. He'd made the bath nice and hot to ease the soreness of his muscles, and the heat that had soaked into him had made the heavy cloth feel more than a little stifling. The room itself was warm, too, from facing the evening sun, but there was a pleasantly cool breeze from the solitary window, and it felt wonderful in his fur.

After a moment, he also unwound the enchanted wrappings from around his chest, letting his breasts pop out from their pocket dimension. For a moment, it still made him... alert, like not much else could, to feel the air on his chest, to know that he was exposed. But he felt safe here, safe enough that it didn't feel like an emergency, and the moment passed, leaving him with a pair of breasts and a thorny tangle of emotions he didn't quite know what to do with.

But the breeze did feel wonderful, even on his chest. He stepped closer to the window, which was thankfully high enough that he'd have to really lean out for anyone below to see more than his face. So he kept back, propping his elbows against the window sill as he looked outside, at the walls of the castle and the city beyond. The view had been growing on him, and while it was no forest, there was some part of him that had started finding the basitin city -- unavoidably somewhat chaotic in its sprawl no matter how orderly they were as a people -- beautiful. Especially so now at dusk, the evening sky rapidly going through its colors as the sun made its plunge into the ocean. Out in the streets, the last few basitins he could see -- barely more than dots at this distance -- were hurrying to their homes, and soon they were all gone, the only ones left in sight the few patrolling the section of the wall nearest to him, considerably closer. Out on the ocean, he could make out four of their great ships, sails glowing on the horizon, and wondered if any of them were the one Keith was currently on, learning about some practicalities of basitin naval life that he'd missed out on during his exile.

Turned out that having such a high rank came with a whole slew of things Keith was expected to know, even if they didn't directly have to do with being an ambassador, and so his duties sometimes took him outside the city for a time. Though never for too too long.

And thankfully -- Natani smiled to himself -- that same rank almost always rated Keith a room all to himself at night.

The sunset swept into the city, and Natani turned his attention back to the castle walls while they still had light. One of the basitins he'd been working with had said that she'd be on the walls tonight, and he was wondering if he could spot her -- but even though he'd gotten much better at telling basitins apart, at this distance they were all pretty much just a pair of ears and a uniform. Even their gaits tended to be almost identical when when they were on patrol. So he wasn't having much luck -- but then he caught one particular pair of ears glancing in his direction more than once, and when he tried a friendly wave, the figure raised its spear slightly in answer, before going back to diligently scanning their surroundings. So that was probably her.

She'd just been volunteering at the worksite -- much like Natani himself -- rather than on duty, but maybe he'd see her again tomorrow? Natani had taken to helping out with the reconstruction when he had a bit of time to spare either before lunch or at the end of the day, lugging bricks or breaking down sections that needed to be replaced. It was very good exercise, and a nice change of pace from all the magic and his other more sedentary activities. And the basitins seemed impressed that he was strong enough to work like one of them.

He didn't go out of his way to point out that he couldn't keep that pace up for more than an hour at most without feeling like a limp noodle afterwards.

At least his height came in pretty handy sometimes.

The sunset caught up to the castle, dousing the walls in darkness, then washing past Natani, the sun now just a fading glow on the horizon. He looked at the distant sails again, and let himself start feeling the excitement of the evening. A long day of hard work deserved a reward.

And when those sails went dark, Keith should be done with his day, too, unless he was on some other ship much further out west. And so --

A little belatedly, Natani caught himself and turned his focus inward, into the mindscape he shared with his brother. Visualizing the link between their minds as an open doorway, he began to close the door, slowly, gently, not making any noise that would draw Zen's attention. When the door was almost flush with the frame he stopped, leaving it just the tiniest bit ajar. Zen would know better than to rush in if he found it like that.

Especially at this hour.

His feelings now his own, Natani turned his attention back to the sea, and to his excitement.

A minute or two more of growing anticipation, and the ships blinked into the night, one by one, until none remained.

Natani closed the shutters, then used the tiniest spark of mana to light a half-burned candle on the corner of his desk, filling the small room with warm light. He sat down on the bed, leaning his back against the wall to make the most of the space, then crossed his legs under himself. He grabbed his robe, then rummaged around until he found the hidden pocket where he'd stuffed his very special shorts.

He retrieved them, shook them out, fastened the second button on the fly but not the first, then reached inside, pushing his hand briefly against the fabric and then past it, into the pocket dimension they connected to, carefully feeling his way forward until he was in to his elbow -- and his searching fingers came into contact with Keith's already hard cock, ready and waiting for him. Natani smiled, flushing warmly, and gave it a little squeeze, a little rub, and felt it jump in answer. He worked his fingers around its girth, squeezing softly, then found the tip with his palm and rubbed against it, and felt a heavy throb against his hand, and the familiar slickness of Keith's excitement.

He let out a long breath, a warm shiver passing through him, a mix of his own excitement answering Keith's, and the touch sparking a deep desire to be with the basitin, to hug him, kiss him, hold him close and not let him go until morning. Natani slid his hand down Keith's shaft to the basitin's flank, pressing against it, careful not to push, then spreading his fingers wide, grasping in a gentle squeeze, a soft stroke of the thumb, grounding that desire right into Keith, willing him to feel it.

After a moment, he felt Keith's tail loop around his wrist, and smiled wide, his heart filling at the gesture. Apart, but together. The sudden yearning melted into love, leaving all the more room for the desires that could -- and would -- be sated tonight.

He reached farther around Keith, to find the base of his tail, and gave it a slow scratch and a squeeze, feeling it wag in response.

Up for anything, huh?

Sitting in his bed, Natani could picture Keith in his bunk, his matching pair of shorts hugging his body, pulled in tight by the magic, laying on his back with his feet comfortably spread -- or -- Natani grinned -- maybe on his stomach, with his cute little butt in the air?

But that wasn't the itch Natani wanted to scratch tonight. He gave that butt a friendly little squeeze, then trailed back to the front, finding Keith's sack and cupping it in his palm, feeling the weight and the warmth and the fullness of a long and productive basitin day.

The King had explained, when Natani had wondered out loud to her, that it wasn't that every male basitin was going around in distress all-but-one-week of the year. (Or at least, not for that reason.) Most of the time, male basitins simply weren't sexually active; they became so when the female heat cycle called for it, and then soon calmed down again after the heat was sated and the socially acceptable opportunities to indulge went away. But the heat itself wasn't necessary, and if you got a guy going outside of it... well, they would still be every bit as active as they were during a heat. Every bit as capable of fulfilling the needs of that one straight week of intense sex they were built for, with all that entailed.

Natani felt Keith's sack twitch against his palm, and then a dollop of pre land on the inside of his forearm.

Another shiver ran through him, and he needed more; more access, more senses, more contact, more. He took hold of the base of Keith's dick, pressing his arm alongside the shaft, and pulled, gently but firmly, retracting both from the pocket dimension, starting to turn the shorts inside out. As soon as Keith's tip was out, he ducked in with his muzzle to take the basitin's scent and taste, tongue meeting him in a lick and then lapping at both Keith's delicious flesh and the fur of his own forearm, seeking out and cleaning up that pearl of pre, and then the next, that he felt squeeze out against his fur, Keith's tip twitching against his tongue, and then the next... until finally he just curled his tongue around the basitin to catch it directly, to stem the tide and stop the cycle before it spun out of control, breathing deep of Keith's scent as he held there, shivering with the taste of each new spurt of pre onto his tongue as he waited for them to peter out. When they did, he backed up just enough to finish pulling the basitin's thick shaft out into the room, shifting the dimensional boundary all the way to its very base, then sneaked his fingers back inside the pocket dimension long enough to gather up Keith's sack and pull it through as well, before twisting and rolling the fabric up behind them, solidifying the boundary and making a knot of fabric he could hold.

He switched up his hands, using the one he'd been handling Keith with to grasp the balled up shorts and hold up the brunt of the weight, while the other went to the middle of the shaft, supporting it, pivoting it up towards his muzzle. He lifted it higher, to right in front of him, and kissed Keith slowly on the underside of his tip, feeling the heavy throb squeeze right past his lips, then another, the scent of Keith's pre filling his nostrils and making him squirm in his seat until he couldn't help but flick his tongue higher to collect. He kissed his way down the shaft until his lips and tongue met fur, and then he nuzzled right into Keith's fuzzy orbs, letting yet another scent fill his world. Natani swallowed, drinking it in, feeling his self-control begin to crack, his own needs starting to push their way to the forefront.

With a long sigh that Keith probably felt in his fur, he shoved those needs back aside.

For the moment.

He tasted Keith again, tongue pushing out to lift one of those heavy nuts and drag it into his muzzle, moving in to meet it for a tug, a suckle, feeling it twitch in response, another even heavier throb squeezing up Keith's shaft as it did.

He did the same to the other one, too, then slowly lapped at both, once, twice, three times, each lick heavier than the last, before pulling himself back up -- lowering the shaft back down -- flaring his tongue wide and pushing it against the underside of Keith's cock as it slid past, gathering up all the pre that had been working its way down, until he cleared the tip and brought his tongue back in for a swallow.

He let it be too much, this time, changing his plans on the fly to make some time for himself, too. Desperate to free up a hand, he stuck his tongue back out a small ways, then leaned the shaft against the flat of it, balancing it there, letting the hand that had been guiding it dart down to his own groin, two fingers expertly honing in on his stiff clit with a sure, heavy touch that made him shiver, then shiver again, not seeking release, not yet, but pleasure, and the promise of more.

The worst of that itch scratched, he eased up on himself, not stopping with his fingers but taking a lighter touch, starting a slow rub as he brought his attention back to Keith, probably even more on edge than he was. It wouldn't have been hard to get him to come quickly, but Natani wanted to make it a really good one for the basitin -- one of those ones where Keith groaned like he came all the way from yesterday, and then looked at Natani afterwards like he couldn't believe his eyes.

So he took Keith into his muzzle slowly, just the tip, not straining his jaw for the rest, all a matter of changing the angle and using his tongue to bring Keith up and in. He suckled on the tip, gently, careful not to overwhelm in a moment what could be built up over a minute or two. Even so there was a powerful twitch of Keith's cock almost as soon as his muzzle closed around it, laying a hearty dollop of pre right on his tongue. Natani let his eyes slide closed, focusing on the taste as he swallowed it down, slowly, and for a moment rubbed harder at himself before going back to suckling, looking for that next spurt, rewarding each with a swallow that had his tongue curl against the bottom of Keith's tip, and a stroke of his fingers that brought Natani closer to his own release, keeping pace a few steps behind where he thought Keith was, both their needs driving him crazy.

Finally, with a heavy twitch, the basitin exploded, and in his imagination Natani could hear the groan as that first, heavy jet hit all the way at the back of his throat, bringing a reflexive swallow, making Natani tip his muzzle lower to catch the next one all across the broad of his tongue, the taste hitting him right as his racing fingers brought him to the edge, and with the next, filling his muzzle, he went over. The moment stretched out, and for a time Natani was as beyond thought as Keith was, every sense overwhelmed, his fingers and tongue now driven only by instinct, moving all the way through their shared climax, playing against the involuntary twitching of his hips and Keith's tip as that first, full, long day's load wrung its way through both of them, one laden jet at a time.

Finally, it came to an end, and after a long, steadying breath through his nose, Natani made a last, thorough swallow, smacked his tongue, and let Keith slip out of his muzzle, his other hand, rich with his own arousal, coming up from his groin to help support the shaft as he brought it down, into his lap, laying it out over his belly, carefully settling down the soft fuzz of Keith's sack near his clit.

Rethinking things on a clearer head, Natani thought he could still get back to his original plan but they could both use a bit of a rest first. And he'd need to stoke Keith up a bit... but for the moment, he stayed leaning against the wall, feeling his breathing return to normal, enjoying the afterglow, eyes closed, one hand still at the base of Keith's cock, the thumb of the other slowly stroking across the top and side of it on his stomach, thinking warm thoughts at the basitin at the other end of that touch.

When he opened his eyes again to look down at his lap, he was surprised to see his breasts still out.

He'd actually forgotten.

He looked past them, at Keith's cock between his legs, and smiled wryly at himself. It did kinda balance out the breasts nicely. He stood the cock up and turned it around so it was facing the right way, with the sack draped over his lips, then waggled it from side to side.

He shook his head, smiling. Keith could probably tell exactly what he was doing.

Well, maybe not exactly.

And on that thought...

Natani lifted the cock up again, rotating it back around so it was as if Keith was standing there facing him, then brought it back to his muzzle, just giving it a little kiss to send that same image to the basitin. Then, without breaking contact, he slowly pulled the tip down and toward him, rounding his chin to trace it down his jaw, throat, collarbone... and right onto the mound of one of his breasts, making Natani shiver a little at the still unfamiliar touch. He let the weight of the shaft press itself in, the tip burrowing into his fur and beyond as he slowly pulled it over his breast, until he felt it rub against his nipple, bringing a whole new slew of strange sensations as it quickly became hard at the touch, standing up against the pressure. That brought a throb from Keith, and yet another new sensation as a fresh spot of slickness grew in his fur, right near the nipple.

Natani smiled again, a little wistful, but he couldn't exactly begrudge the basitin his enjoyment -- not when Natani's goal had been to surprise and excite. Keith was always so careful and gentle, and clearly didn't know what to make of his breasts any more than Natani did.

And it was precisely that care more than anything else that made this... okay.

Weird, but okay.

Natani kept slowly rubbing the tip against himself, feeling out those sensations of skin touching skin, and before long there was another larger spurt, right on the nipple, and the sensations became a whole lot slicker and... more enticing.

Hmm. Could he...?

He brought in his free hand to lift up the breast from below, still using the other to keep Keith's cock where he wanted it, and craned his neck down -- and was able to reach with a lick, running his tongue over the fur of his breast, and then both Keith's tip and his nipple, collecting up the basitin's taste.

That got a reaction from Keith, so -- stopping for a grin first -- he did it a few more times, until Keith stopped making a mess for long enough to get everything clean.

Maybe there was something to having these after all... but that was something that would be better explored either in private or with Keith. All of Keith. But, it had given him other ideas, and so Natani shifted his legs, pulling them out from under him and to in front of him instead, crossing just his wrapped ankles, his feet forming a v-shape -- into which he laid Keith's cock, letting the basitin feel his ankles, leaning him first against one then the other, then flexing the toes of both feet to trap the tip between the tops of them.

As expected, his toes got a little sticky.

Natani began to unwrap his ankles, moving Keith out of the way only as much as was necessary to make space to unwind the wrappings, letting the basitin feel the fabric moving against him, and when he was done with a foot, he finished by letting the strip of cloth trail along the basitin's shaft one last time, first the one, then the other, leaving his feet as naked as the rest of him, as naked as Keith's cock nestled between them.

And then -- after a quick stretch of his neck and shoulders -- he leaned forward again, toward his feet, and could indeed reach, pushing his tongue into the space between one of his ankles and Keith's shaft and pulling up in a long lick, all the way to the basitin's tip and his own toes.

After a few more tries, he had to pick Keith up again before he could get the tops of his toes to stay clean, but as soon as he'd finished that bit of grooming he spread his feet wider still, so that his paws were facing each other on the bed... and then gently squished Keith's cock in between, pushing in with his pads and curling his toes around the tip, then joining in again with his tongue, pushing it in any which way to slide between Keith and his paws, to clean up the mess he was making, and to make him make more.

He intentionally made his touches and licks haphazard, never focusing too long or too intently on any of Keith's most sensitive spots, or settling into a rhythm that would build and build and demand release -- but before too long he could tell that the basitin was still getting close, driven wild by what he was doing if not how he was doing it. So Natani stopped, lifting Keith up from his snug berth between his paws, and putting him aside just long enough to finish one last bit of cleanup that left his pads with a slick sheen and a tingly feeling. Natani became aware of his own excitement as well, growing again alongside Keith's, but it was easier to keep it at a distance now that he'd already had some release. He had things to do beside pawing at himself -- or Keith! -- and this time, he intended to see them through.

Natani straightened up again, getting his legs back under him to get comfortable. He brought Keith back up to his muzzle, slipping the tip in straight away, cushioned on his tongue, once again immediately rewarded with a fresh spurt -- but this time, Natani opened his mouth wider to take more of the basitin in. He started bobbing his head, slowly, tilting his muzzle forward as he took Keith deeper, then back when he pulled out, pushing his tongue against the bottom of the basitin's thick cock. One hand held the shaft steady, swaying with his motions, while the other went to Keith's sack, caressing the tender orbs, then tugging on their pouches gently.

It was only because he started slow that it took any time at all, but it still wasn't long until Natani felt Keith's nuts tighten up in their purse, drawing up despite his tugs, and the basitin started laying down his second load of the day straight into Natani's muzzle, not quite as heavy as the first but still making him swallow not to spill any, making him push aside fresh temptations of his own to stay focused on Keith. He continued his bobbing all through the basitin's climax, not going as deep but picking up speed as he did, focusing on the tip, working it for even more of the basitin's bounty, dragging out Keith's pleasure -- and then, when he felt Keith start to unclench, Natani swallowed up the last of it, and without a pause began to take Keith deeper again, until the basitin's tip was hitting the back of his throat at the deepest point. Natani took a deep breath, pulling his lungs full of air, and on the next bob he didn't pull back up, instead only tilting his muzzle up, lining Keith up better with his throat -- and swallowed, pushing the shaft down from behind as he did, even deeper than Keith could ever reach if he was standing there, Natani's muzzle coming to meet his fingers past where it would have already been pressing up against the basitin's stomach.

He held, feeling the cock spread his throat, filling it utterly, feeling it throb at the tightness, and fought the urge to gag, struggling to suppress it but also using it, letting the muscles of his throat work around the intruder, squeezing and massaging it for all they were worth. One moment, another, the strange straining pleasure of it warring with the discomfort, Natani willing his throat to accept Keith, fighting for control, gaining it -- and with a rippling swallow, now having to hold back the shaft to keep it from slipping even deeper, he pushed out his tongue against Keith's girth, sliding against the fur of the basitin's sack, nudging its way past his nuts then curling around them in a tight caress, marking the finish line.

Another swallow, squeezing Keith down to the tip, Natani's tongue working, tight against the base, wrapping around, throat straining -- now there, Natani let the sensations overwhelm him, his free hand again straying to his clit, pleasure for pleasure, the electric sensations combining to add the vibration of a stifled moan to the mix. One last bit of stimulation as his throat continued to milk the basitin, insisting he wasn't done yet.

And then... Natani could feel the moment coming, Keith's jewels drawing tight once more under his tongue, going into overtime. He could imagine the basitin in his bunk, head pressed back against the pillow, his whole body tense, back arching, clutching at the sheets as Natani's throat began to draw up his third load of the day, from somewhere deep inside, and could feel each desperate, clenching jet work its way from his balls, through his shaft, inch by inch, stem to tip, and straight down his throat. Natani matched each with a new tight circle on his clit, a new moan, a new flex of his tongue, Keith's climax stretching out, and Natani's quickly approaching -- until he was seeing stars, and had to pull up, had to ease up on his clit, needing air more than pleasure. But he still managed to keep most of Keith in his muzzle even as he pulled back and finally, shudderingly released that too-long held breath, forcing it out through his nose, hungry to start drawing in fresh ones. He even found the presence of mind to still keep teasing at Keith's tip, still coaxing out the basitin's pleasure as Keith finally began to come down, squeezing out the last of his hard-won load right onto Natani's tongue.

He took his time in swallowing it down. Air came first.

He felt lightheaded, and it took a while before every breath stopped feeling urgent.

And he needed to clear his throat and swallow a few times just to get back to feeling something like normal there.

But...

Yeah, he had the hang of it now.

He had the hang of it, and he was ready to greet Keith with it when the basitin got back this time. Ready to find out how Keith looked at him after that.

He wouldn't push it that far with the breathing, but... he wouldn't need to. Not if they were actually in the same room, not if Keith could actually see him doing it, watch him, touch him...

Not even if it was a fourth load.

And maybe there were other things... he'd never expected taking the basitin in his throat to feel good, but there was a way in which it did.

So... what if it was Keith doing the moving instead? What would that be like?

He didn't think he was ready to try, but... maybe in time.

He still had a lot to learn about giving up control.

If he wanted to.

But all of that was for later. Now, he had more than earned himself a good time, and after having had to pull up short... the need ran deep.

All the way back to himself now, Natani parted with Keith's tip with a smooch, then gave one to each of his hard-working nuts as well, rolling them around with his tongue before spending a few more moments gently licking them to ease any aching he might have caused... and maybe make Keith groan some more. With that thought, he let them be with another set of kisses -- and a grin for himself -- saying goodbye for now. He untangled the portal shorts to adjust the boundary, tucking Keith's fuzzy pouch back inside the pocket dimension, along with maybe one or two finger's widths of his shaft, before twisting the fabric back up.

Leaving him with just the right length for what he had in mind.

Natani laid the shaft against his belly again, only this time pulling it lower, running the length and weight of it past his clit and across his more-than-ready lips, rubbing the tip against himself for a moment -- adding a different kind of slickness -- then using his other hand to spread himself, just to make it easier to press the tip inside. He loved that feeling of stretching around Keith, first a little, then more and more as the tip drove a wedge for the shaft, so wide that it felt like it couldn't possibly fit, then did anyway, pressing on his insides so much he could feel it pushing against the underside of his clit, making it stand out, even harder and more tender, eager to be touched. Loved too the way it felt moving inside him, pushing and tugging on him, stubbornly making room for itself as he drove it deeper and back, deeper and back, until he had it worked most of the way in, leaving him feeling wonderfully full. He kept it there, only moving it back and forth slightly now, driven by the fingers of one hand, wrapped around the twisted tail of fabric behind the base, while his other hand returned to his clit and slowly teased him to that orgasm he'd missed out on, not far at all, that took his breath away and had him clenching and squeezing on Keith's cock, his muscles really needing to work to try and grasp around the sheer girth of it, Natani enjoying those sensations to the fullest as he rode his pleasure all the way out to its slow end.

Mmmmmmh... not bad.

He straightened out his legs, bracing them against the edge of the bed and bringing his knees a little closer, to close his legs even more tightly around Keith, and did it again, driving himself to a toe-curling orgasm that had the bed creaking with his throes, legs pushing out of control as his body seized around Keith, Natani fighting not to add any noises of his own that might raise questions in the quiet castle, the climax stretching out until it left him out of breath and panting.

Not... bad at all.

But not quite what he needed.

After a moment to gather himself, he slowly got up on his knees, clumsy with Keith's size still inside him, then turned and leaned forward along the length of the bed, getting down on one hand as the other stayed at his crotch, keeping Keith's cock in place. He leaned for his pillow, slightly out of reach, and grabbed it with his teeth to pull it closer, under his head. He lowered his stance, dropping down to his elbow and spreading his knees wider, and let his hanging muzzle press against the pillow as he slowly started working Keith inside him again, a few short pumps to get his bearings, then pushing in more than he pulled back, feeling out how Keith filled him, deeper and deeper, always so, so thick. He was waiting for the moment the sensations would change, and shuddered deeply when he found it, on the first gentle tap of Keith's tip against what he was pretty sure was the near wall of his womb, jutting out and making a little corner of sorts. He gave it a few more shivering taps to see if the tip would nudge past it, and when it wouldn't, a few more, trying to feel out the angles amid the tingly shudders, pulling down on the fabric below Keith's base and flexing muscles he still didn't quite understand to try and line things up better.

Eventually he got it right, and shuddered with a less pleasant sensation as Keith's tip slipped out of that corner and pushed deeper, brushing against the too-sensitive spot that probably marked the entrance to his womb -- then shuddered again, deeper, as he could feel Keith give a little spurt right there, the sensations impossible to process.

The basitin must have been getting close again, too.

Another spurt, making Natani bite his lip and press his muzzle against the pillow, tail trembling as he carefully pushed the tip past and over that spot, letting out a breath of relief as the pressure eased, Keith now pointed past his womb instead of directly at it. Natani gave a few more miniscule strokes, making sure he had the angle, the fingers of his hand almost flush with his sex now, Keith spreading him so, so deep.

Natani swallowed and took a deep breath, then another, while he started to tease at his clit with his thumb, the little nub stiff and hungry from being neglected during his preparations. He let his climax get near, and when he was about to crest he pushed, finally sliding Keith in all the way, the tip jamming into the very back of his passage with a deep pop as Keith's base slipped past his lips, then jamming even harder as the muscles at his entrance pulled Keith even deeper, locking him in, squeezing down around the slick fabric trailing the shaft as if it was the stem to a knot.

The orgasm hit like a wall and Natani staggered, falling down to his shoulder, breasts pressing against the bed, the hand at his groin not even trying to break his fall, fingers too intent in a heavy rub, circling his clit, driven by raw need to add what they could. The rest of his body wasn't far behind; hips beginning to move in great erratic jerking motions, not even working together with his hand as they ground themselves against and around Keith's incredible presence inside him; his tail, trembling like the rest of him, hitching up higher and higher, raising his ass with it; his muzzle locked in a continuous, strangled moan, muffled by the pillow; his shoulder and legs shaking under the weight of his climax and even his toes, curling and clutching at the bedding as if trying to hold on, trying to find some footing in the impossible storm. Natani let the body go, and all he could do was to bite down hard on his pillow, anything to keep from howling out his soul as the crushing pleasure worked through him, each orgasm melting and cresting into the next, even bigger one, making him quake, shooting out in waves from his clit and every single inch of the shaft planted in his depths, filling him beyond compare from the entrance all the way to the end, the tip feeling like it had to be past his belly button, the whole weight of the shaft bearing down on his deepest parts or pressing down on his womb or both as his hips worked around it, twitching, gyrating, driving, every angle wonderful and impossible, the pleasure building higher and higher as he squeezed and squirmed around Keith's overwhelming girth --

And then, as if that still wasn't enough, there was that tell-tale twitch of the basitin's tip, jammed deep against his back wall, followed by the first of many heavy throbs as Keith found his fourth load of the day and started packing him even more full, jet by heavy jet, finding every little space, every corner and groove the basitin's shape had still left open and cramming it full, so full, each new spurt pushing Natani even farther over the edge, until his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was shaking from his toes to his ears, completely lost in the pleasure, his hips continuing to twitch and jerk in the open air.

A lifetime later, when it was finally, finally over, Natani barely had the strength left to collapse. He slowly pushed his knees out from under him to fall down onto his front, the movement creating aftershocks that forced out a muffled groan, and inspired his hand that was now trapped under him to search out his clit and tease out one last tired shuddering orgasm that had somehow gotten left behind.

Yeah... that had hit the spot.

He might have remained like that for longer, but lying on his breasts was getting uncomfortable, and so he rolled over, laboriously, collapsing again on his back.

He took his hands to his stomach, lazily teasing out Keith's shape, taking his time in enjoying the afterglow.

He was so full.

Eventually, he found the energy to pull up his legs, bracing them on the bed to let him tilt his weary hips back, his hands going to the tangle of fabric trailing out of him. He spread his knees wide and started to tug, and found yet another orgasm just in trying to pull out, before his body would finally be convinced to let go of Keith.

Natani pulled him out slowly, up, then toward him, already moving the base toward his muzzle when the tip finally slipped free, Keith's cock dripping a trail of their combined mess across Natani's stomach and breasts before he got it to his mouth and started haphazardly cleaning it up, letting it hang down over -- and then around, and across -- his muzzle as he lapped and nudged at it with his tongue, or angled it to press against his cheek, letting the basitin feel his smile.

When he was done to his satisfaction, his arm now as weary as the rest of him, he let Keith's cock down, laying it across his chest -- and as it happened, nestling it between his breasts.

Well, at least they made a convenient wedge to hold it in place.

After a few moments of lying like that, he felt a new spurt, a new damp spot in his fur, and laughed soundlessly.

Keith... Keith.

Natani roused himself to sit back up, then gave Keith's shaft one last kiss and two little taps on the side, before letting it slip back into the pocket dimension and undoing the button on the shorts. He stretched, stretched some more, then stood up and stretched his entire body at once.

That was a whole different kind of trembling satisfaction.

He cleaned up his front and his muzzle, then finally wrapped up his breasts again to get them out of the way. He blew out the candle, leaving the room in near-total darkness, then found the shorts again. He shook them out and pulled them on, then fastened both buttons, feeling the garment draw in tight with his body as the magic activated. With a last bit of wriggling, he jammed the base of his tail under the waistband as well, with the rest of his tail following along, floofing out into the pocket dimension.

Natani stretched again, then flopped down on the bed on his stomach, pulling in his pillow and nuzzling into it, happy and relaxed.

It was Keith's turn to do some work.