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Elly heard Marshall's door open. She called from their shared kitchen, "I'm making breakfast!" The smell of already brewed coffee called to her, but she managed to keep her attention on the pancake she just flipped on the griddle. Already strips of bacon drained their grease into the folds of a paper towel on the counter. Elly bumped her hips to a small speaker playing a soft pop song from atop the fridge. As the pancake cooked, she started to braid her thick, copper curls.

The shark's grey ears twitched as she heard the toilet flush. Water running as Marshall washed his hands. She wondered if he heard her over the speaker, but didn't turn the music down. He might have been a numbskull, but the maned wolf's big, pointy ears weren't hard of hearing.

Braid half-finished, she flipped the pancake, and quickly got to work taming the rest of her hair. As she neared the end of her braid, she felt a broad, warm and furry chest push up against her back, folding her dorsal fin against her back. Marshall growled in her ear, "Mmmm, you should dress like this more often."

Given how hot the kitchen got when cooking in the summer and their new relationship, Elly wore a cropped tanktop and red pair of panties. She shouldered him backwards and said, "It's hot, and you're too hot, so--"

"So are you," Marshall interjected. He still hung onto her, dark paws slipped around her cream waist. The stupid, leathery pads on his digits felt good rubbing along her abdomen, a claw pricked her navel. She fought back a gasp and beat her tail at his knee.

"I'm trying to cook..."

"Smells like you're burning something."

"Marshall!" Elly complained as she quickly scooped the ruined pancake off the griddle. "Stop distracting me." She felt the bump of his sheath beneath the gym shorts he wore. He definitely wore nothing else but that.

"Mmmm..." one of his paws stopped feeling her up and went down his shorts, "I didn't want pancakes for breakfast anyways."

"I'm warning you. If you don't--ah," Elly almost moaned when Marshall grabbed her snout. Those pads rubbed in circular motions around her nostrils, making Elly's face flush. Worse, the digits were slick, smelling sharply of Marshall's sheath. He'd dipped two digits inside the furry pouch, drenching them in his musky, acrid fluids that now smeared onto her snout. Elly's head spun, knees wobbling. She did moan now, head foggy from that scent and the sweet pleasure of having her snout touched.

"That's a good girl," Marshall growled before nipping her ear. His teeth teased along the sensitive flesh, making her face redder. "Sometimes I wonder if other sharks are this easy," Marshall teased while the paw not fondling Elly's snout began to rub at her panties.

"D-dammit, Marshall..." Elly whined. She clenched her jaw. His pads felt just as good grinding on her labia as they did her snout. She cursed and snapped off the stove.

"Heh, good idea."

"Fuck you."

"So mean," Marshall played, fake wounded before he ducked down. Elly yelped when Marshall hoisted her over his shoulder, protesting loudly into Marshall's black mane. He ignored her, carrying Elly back to his room and dumping her on his bed.

Elly sat up to find Marshall kicking off his shorts. She snapped at him, "Stop wagging your tail like you're so special."

Marshall stood and smirked at her, something bundled up in his left paw, with his right he gestured to himself. "Don't act like you don't want a piece of this."

Elly rolled her eyes as dramatically as she could muster. "Dumb boys like you think just because you're conventionally attractive that any girl would want you." She turned her head and huffed. "Some of us care about things other than physical appearance."

"Heh," Marshall dropped onto the bed on his knees, getting a squeak from the surprised shark. He moved a little closer, voice husky enough to get Elly blushing again as he said, "I know you're not interested in my looks." He loomed over her now. "You like me cause I know how to press all your buttons."

"Th-that's--" he silenced her by forcing what he held in his paw into her face. It was a jock that stank like... like... Elly moaned and nuzzled into his paw. "Oh... fuck..."

"Wonder what all your academic friends would think if they knew how slutty you get just from a dirty jock."

Elly moaned, rubbing the fabric against her snout, head spinning like she had in the kitchen. The ripe scent of sweat mixed with the slight tang of precum in the stained jock. Marshall had found out her weakness for this sort of thing after he walked in on her masturbating with underwear fished from his hamper in her face. Now, she barely noticed Marshall guiding her on her back. She gladly sniffed his jock, one hand shamelessly disappearing under her panties. Her wet sex felt so good to just stroke. She bucked her hips into her fingers, unaware until something nudged the jock away. Marshall had straddled her shoulders and shoved his heavy sheath in her face.

The tube of flesh felt heavy, its pulse a steady thump. As its sweaty fur rubbed against Elly's sensitive snout, her fingers plunged into her snatch. She bit her lip, whining while Marshall grabbed the back of her head. He ground his balls and sheath up and down her face in slow, steady motions, all while whispering, "That's a good girl, Elly."

Normally she wouldn't stand for someone calling her a good girl, but when her snout flushed with his pheromones, the flesh tingling from all his concentrated, constant stimulation, she couldn't deny the praise felt good. Being humiliated by how easy he made her felt good. Her whole day ruined just by a few choice smells and touches to her nose. Her fingers dug deeper in her cunny. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing her inflamed clitoral hood. Something slick and wet dripped onto her muzzle. She opened her eyes and saw the bridge of her glasses getting pushed up by Marshall's cocktip. It just peeked from its prison, unable to hide any longer.

Her legs closed on her hips and now she gyrated into her hands, her breath short as heat and tension built in her waist. She was going to cum just from this. It was fucking pathetic, and she loved it, but right before she reached that final step his hips pulled away.

Elly whined, "No! Wh-what are you..."

Marshall answered by turning around and hiking his tail. In a moment of clarity, Elly quickly grabbed her glasses and tossed them to the edge of the bed just before Marshall sat on her face. Elly grabbed his hips to help guide him in place. She nuzzled into his taint, where the fur thinned to a soft white patch. The scent here was an earthier blend of him, but it still got her wet.

Marshall sighed and leaned back a little while she took deep huffs of his scent. "Help yourself," he encouraged, "I made sure I was clean back there before I came to bother you."

That was all Elly needed to hear to open her mouth and drag her tongue up her stud's taint. She didn't stop there, but lapped along the thinning trail of hairs to Marshall's dark pucker. The pungent scent there made her rub her snout all along the cleft of his tail, self-stimulating her sensitive nerves with his muscular rump and soft fur. His rim was a soft bud of heat, that twitched as she tongued it. She kissed it and curled her toes, fingers digging into his fur.

"Mmm," Marshall growled before loudly observing, "You know, I've never known a girl as into this as you are. Though, ah, I gotta say I can't complain."

She had to tell Marshall to sit on her face one day to get him to do it. When he did, it only took her some light rubbing on her nether lips to cum. Since then, Marshall took every chance to leave her happy and subdued. She became nothing more than a pleased little shark, tasting and kissing and worshipping his backside. Marshall, rightly, suspected she enjoyed it more than getting penetrated, but Elly wouldn't tell him the truth. After letting her indulge herself, the least Elly could do is let him knot her and try to pump her womb full of cubs.

Elly's fantasies were interrupted when she felt Marshall pull off her panties. Her arousal stuck to the cotton in shiny strings, the tart scent of her nethers got Marshall's tail wagging. That stupid, adorable mutt. Elly shimmied her legs to make it easier for Marshall, then spread her thighs once she kicked off the offending underwear. He bent double to sixty-nine her, and Elly had to hold his waist to keep her muzzle dutifully buried in his behind.

She did not french and kiss his pucker raw for his benefit. As that wrinkled flesh got puffier, its musk smeared all around her snout, it just made Marshall's tongue feel better. His oral muscle split her inflamed labia in a delicate spread that showed off her nethers; allowed her arousal to taint his tastebuds. Her cunny contracted on nothing, quaking pleasure wracking her thighs. She knew better than to just lock her thighs around his head, and let him continue. He lapped up her fluids eagerly as she ate out his asshole.

By the time he satisfied his hunger, she softened up his hole enough to wedge her tongue inside. She tugged his rear against her face, taking a deep, smothered breath while she came. Marshall gasped and clenched on her wriggling invader before his tongue started working over her clitoral hood. Fast, forceful looks erased all sense of time for Elly. She held onto Marshall's hips for dear life, her moans muffled as he dragged her pleasure out. She felt her wet erupt out across Marshall's bed, soiling his sheets and spiking the room with the scent of her cum so sharply even Elly smelled it. Marshall snarled when she did, teeth chattering a moment against her mound before he managed to regain control and kept licking her clit.

Marshall worked Elly's button until she couldn't feel her bottom half, till her sore clit shined red with spit and her thighs tried to close to get Marshall to stop. Only then did she finally let herself come up for fresh air. Her head fell back, panting, face tinted red under her grey hide, covered in sweat, eyes half-lidded.

"Fuck..." she managed to curse while Marshall took his queue to swing off her and move between her legs. She looked down at him, trying and barely helping to spread her legs. He grabbed her by the hamstrings and helped, angling his fat doggy dick right at her sensitive pussy.

Marshall growled, "Guide me in." Elly did without thinking, her fingers wrapping around Marshall's spade tip. God he was so hot, and she could smell the sharp, acrid scent of his cock so clearly it might as well have been in her face. Sometimes, when drunk on lust, she wished Marshall could actually knock her up.

She aligned him with her entrance, and Marshall whispered, "That's, ah," penetration, "g-good girl." Elly barely heard him over her wailing. After cumming so hard without anything in her vent, her extra sensitive walls mapped every vein of Marshall's length as it slid deeper. The heat from his cock boiled through her, left her tail twitching with pleasure, like she walked a tightrope wavering on the edge of another climax. He bottomed out, grinding against her cervix in a final sharp kiss of sensation. Her cunny contracted again, her fluids spilling out across his sheath and balls.

"God, Elly," Marshall breathed. He fell across her, quivering, and she hugged him close. He nuzzled her cheek then growled into her ear, "How is it you always feel so good."

Elly's fingers curled through his mane, holding thick handfuls of his fur. "Y-you, hah, gonna shoot early again?"

Marshall propped himself up on an elbow so he could glare at her. He huffed and puffed for a minute, brow furrowed, clearly trying to think of something to say to get the upper hand. All the while Elly felt his cock throbbing inside him. "Shut up and kiss me," Marshall snarled before he forced his lips to hers.

Elly made a pleased, "Mmmph," as her lips parted to his. Marshall's tongue filled her mouth, and she heated up all over again as the taste of her cunt was forced onto her palate. At the same time, Marshall started to work his hips. Slow, steady gyrations quickly turned into hard, forceful humps. Marshall panted hard through his nostrils, while Elly grabbed her kneet pits, pulling her near numb legs back so she was better spread to receive him. His cock speared in and out, pummeling her labia, her nectar squishing out with each thrust.

Marshall broke the kiss with a, "Dammit..." His knot was inflating, the bulb punching its way inside her, his movements getting shakier and shakier. Soon he stopped pulling all the way out, resorting to desperate, short movements. His knot smashed against her labia and clit, a moment of resistance becoming the sweet spread of her cunt as he fucked her on his knot. She locked her legs around his waist, digging her nails in his back.

"That it," Elly breathed, "ruin my pussy." He fucked his knot in and out of her, each thrust more difficult than the last, her pussy split wider and wider. That fat mass of red flesh had her seeing white. Pain and pleasure mixed in a cocktail she howled into his shoulder, teeth close to raking open his flesh. One more fist-sized plunge into her pussy broke them both.

"Ah, fuck, Marshall!" Elly screamed while he melted against her. For all his domineering, he always became so cute and submissive when he finished. He whimpered against her neck, tail twitching as his spade scraped along her cervix. One last, final, throb of pleasure before hot gouts of seed began spilling into Elly's contracting cunny. Every part of her tried to draw him closer into her, her whole body begging to be bred. Her labia and tail twitched, legs quivering, shuddering and shivering and breathing in his dusty, lupine scent. Marshall had his teeth grit, his balls drawing up then down with each pump of spunk into her. The canid cum pooled in Elly's core, warm and mellow, spreading out through her pussy, making her feel full as his pulsing knot kept all of his seed inside her.

"God... damn," Elly whispered, "How do you always cum so much?" Not that she actually disliked how full he left her, but any day spent in this apartment was a day spent draining Marshall's balls, and still, day after day, he filled her more than any boy she'd been with.

"I... you're just too good," Marshall breathed. He licked her neck in a show of canine affection. She let him, relaxing her grip and basking in her afterglow.

"You know... I never mind waiting for your knot to go down."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Elly whispered before pecking his cheek with a kiss, "I can't feel my legs right now, anyways, so it's not like I'd be going anywhere."

"Heh, you're welcome, Elly."

"Mmm, don't get cocky." She rubbed her hand through his mane, up and down his spine. "You're lucky you're so good at this."

Marshall shrugged, propping himself up on his elbows. "I just pay attention to what gets you off and go for it."

"First boy who's done that for me," Elly said. She gave him a light kiss. "You're something special, you know that?"

Marshall wagged his tail. "You too. Love you, Elly."

She nuzzled his cheek, smiling and warm with all of him inside her. "I love you, too, Marshall." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "But once you deflate you're going to finish making breakfast for me."

Marshall hung his head and sighed. "I guess I deserve that." The tail wagging had stopped.

She patted his shoulder unsympathetically. "I'll take my pancakes with the chocolate chips we have left over from last week."

"What about me?"

She answered by clenching her walls around his cock, which still oozed seed inside her stuffed pussy. "You'll have plenty to eat once your knot goes down."

Marshall shuddered. "God, Elly, if I do that we'll be in my bed until noon."

What else was a Sunday good for but spending the morning in bed with someone you love? She kissed him, eyes half-lidded as she purred, "Plenty of time for you to make breakfast after."