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Sam found herself swiped off her paws before she fully realized what was happening, Tom having picked her up from their embrace to carry her in his arms. He remained on the spot for a few seconds, looking around the room -- for a cozy place to bed her, as she realized very soon. All of the readily accessible surfaces that were not on floor level were littered with the various remnants of Tom's improvised Christmas party, the tools and parts she had used to assemble the microcontroller toy -- and whatever accesoires they had managed to dislodge from their intended repositories when they inaugurated their love nest.

It wouldn't have been very much of a hassle to free up some space on top of one of the workbenches, however Tom's priorities didn't include housekeeping here and now -- and neither did Sam's. So she left it to him to come up with a quick and easy solution for the comfy bedding dilemma. Fortunately, such a solution was readily available: Set apart from the remainder of the workshop there was a small workstation with its own desk, large enough to accommodate the coyotess.

"Sit -- stay!"

This was precisely where she found herself set down before the lupine set out to hastily gather an assortment of pillows and a blanket. She was eager to comply, leaving the initiative to her lover who despite his heigthened state of arousal did a respectable job with arranging an impromptu bedding on top of the only table surface that was still tidy in the immediate vincinity. As soon as the preparations were finished his full attention returned to her... and her alone: Hungry eyes regarding her, a hunter's unerring determination to catch his pey reflected in them -- kindled and amplified by her, with exactly the same single-mindedness that now drove her lover's advances.

Noticing she had stayed on spot while he left her semi-supervised Tom gently patted her on the head, causing her to lean into his gesture of affection as he switched to scratching her behind one ear.

"Good girl! Now, where were we?"

Another rhetorical question, one he instantly proceeded to provide the answer for: She found their muzzles locked in another passionate kiss, one of his arms holding her in a close embrace with paw holding her head while its counterpart again ventured between her legs. Neither his finger pads nor his paw pad made contact with the thin fur or the sensitive skin underneath: Instead, he ever so slowly drew the back of his paw over the thin fur covering her nether regions without making contact with the highly sensitive fold of skin it hid. Ever so slightly tickling nerve endings that were already on fire purely from the urgent need for attention, primed by the earlier act of passion that had left her expecting -- craving -- more...

This fleeting contact alone was enough to have her try and push back against her lover's paw in the -- futile -- attempt to intensify the breathtaking sensations even this minute stimulation sparked. Her lover didn't fail to notice her motions towards him, using her want to guide her where he wanted her to follow him: To lie down on the improvised bedding, her upper body level with the table plate she rested on, her legs reflexively spreading as the paw satisfying her most urgent need prompted her to push her hips forward.

A dozen feathery touches later, the so far unbroken kiss ended -- and her lover's paw made its first true contact with her inner thighs, eliciting a subdued moan from her. One that was followed by more moans, the coyotess failing to suppress her need as the warmth radiating from her want intensified and spread deeper inside her. With half-lidded eyes, paws aimlessly grabbing for something to hold on, she felt the first telltale signs of nearing satisfaction starting to form -- but her lover had different plans.

Once more brought back to full awareness by a playful nip, a brief bitter-sweet spike of pain penetrating the snug bubble of untainted pleasure that had just begun to form. Her sight focusing again, she found Tom's snout... smooching her left breast, her nipple seemingly lodged in-between two of his molars. His sly grin was there again, this time reinforced by two rows of teeth exposed by drawn-back lips.

"Fushust fwanfed fo mafe fure fou ftill fay affenfion."

Speaking without having let go of her mammary -- winking at her -- he nevertheless managed to catch her arm she was trying to bat him with mid-air, catching it at the wrist. He took hold of her other wrist before she could take another (playful) attempt at batting him, inching closer to her until his head was resting comfortably between her breasts -- all the while doing his best to lean into her, to have as much physical contact with her as he possibly could while he wiggled himself into position, coming snout to snout with her after a few excrutiatingly long seconds.

A wet lick over her quivering nosepad cut her off before she could raise any objection. The unanticipated contact made Sam's nose tingle, an almost-sneeze forming and dissipating with her eyes crossing and her whiskers trembling.

"Oh no, Dr. Williams! You're done talking for the time being -- I only want you to yip, snarl, bark and whine from here on and until further notice..."

At that, he crept backwards again... this time notably faster than on his way towards her snout. The coyotess had already made room for Tom to accommodate him as he made his advances while he provided a sneak preview of what was to come at the same time. When she understood what he was intending to do, she let her head sink back into the cushion behind her while relaxing her leg muscles -- her tail following suit as she curled it downward and out of his way.

Before his head disappeared between her thighs with only the tips of his ears still visible to her over the outline of her own breasts, she swore that she could see him winking once more at her: His self-confidence was starting to soar sky-high again after her renewed encouragement. Before she was able to react, any chance of giving a witty answer was silenced as the first soft puff of his warm breath washed over her love triangle -- acccompanied by what must have been his whiskers grazing her fur as his snout closed in, making her hold her breath in expectation. She sucked in a sharp breath as a sudden drop in temperature hit her outer wall: Sam's snout nuzzled against her; she could feel every single of his breaths flow over her as he sampled her scent -- which only served to boost her yearning for his full attention.

And from one thought to the next, her cosmos exploded into a brilliant array of colors as millions of overstrained nerves all fired in unison as something smooth and moist made contact with the spade-shaped gateway to her inner sanctum: His tongue lapped over her inner thighs... once, twice, again... slow at first, savoring the sweet taste of the fluids that had moistened the tender layer of fur there, but soon picking up its pace as her smell and taste worked their magic on him.

And it was a potent spell: Tom's world only consisted of the sensations his nose and tongue reported back to his endorphine-ridden brain -- at the moment, nothing else mattered to him besides his fragrant-sweet desert goddess. He lapped at the entrance to her inner sanctum as if it was the source of Ambrosia, the very nectar of the gods themselves: And it was for him, for all intents and purposes. His fervent licks were enough to leave Sam lightheaded, fanning the flames of passion. Her wolf was amply motivated... and oh my, was he eager!

Still, his technique needed refinement, for he was applying his flexible tongue far too superficial for her taste. True fulfillment lay deeper within, underneath her love triangle -- he still was to learn that there was a lot more to the snout-on-snatch game than what he could reach purely from the outside.

Practice still was the best of mentors, so she decided that an unmistakable cue was in order: Bracing herself -- and not without difficulty in properly articulating her own movements -- she fumbled for his ears that still protruded from in-between her legs; they made excellent handles, after all. Once she was certain she had a solid grasp on them, she gave them a hearty pull while spreading her legs apart a little further as she slid a little further towards him: Nosepad met spade, with the spade being the one to give way first.

A surprised, surprisingly coyote-like yip was her lover's first reaction -- but not the only one. As his eyes flew open following Sam's unexpected intervention, his surprise at how malleable certain parts of her anatomy were didn't last very long. When he discovered that access to the third dimension didn't necessarily require applying hip-to-hip mechanics, there was nothing that could have kept him from exploring her depths as thoroughly and enthusiastically as he had done with most of her body previously.

Sam had almost forgotten how good this felt -- words failing to describe what, how she truly felt when Tom finally, blissfully delivered what she had been wishing for, craving for. Conscious thought overridden by every single neuron in her pleasure center firing in unison she transitioned into the onset of an intense orgasm. Her last lovers had been much more experienced in intimate matters and had shown a lot more restraint when they had led her towards her climax, but Tom? He was a raw and uncontrollable force of nature -- he would not be denied his prize, and as such he dove in with full abandon, in turn rendering her own self-control meaningless as she was swept away under a veritable torrent of carnal pleasure.

And they hadn't even gotten to the truly dynamic part yet! Her message for her lover had gotten through -- so thoroughly in fact that anyone (or anything) trying to separate him from his prey would have found him to be unmovable. He didn't require further guidance as he adjusted to her quickly mounting arousal: After a dozen or so licks (how many exactly was hard to tell) Tom had already figured out how he had to twist and bend his tongue to elicit increasingly desperate moans from Sam.

Motion-wise the lupine didn't have to pin his coyotess in place... not yet, at least: Each of his tongue's forays into her vulva urged her to thrust towards him, reflexes forestalling the motions that would later -- not very much later -- entice her lover to claim and thoroughly tie her. Tom now had the upper paw, sure-footed enough as to resume attending to her mounting excitement by squeezing her slender buttocks just besides the root of her tail. The additional source of sensations drove her even closer to the edge of a phenomenal orgasm -- telling up from down and left from right became a true challenge. She felt around for something, anything to hold on to: Her legs being of no use in finding purchase as they pawed empty air in sync with her thrusts towards her lover's snout, flailing her arms was the only way she had to find purchase.

She would probably have wondered about the curious nature of the surface of the workbench they used as improvised bed if there had been attention to spare: Unlike a normal table, it wasn't level... and its surface... there were little nubs dotted all over it? They weren't pointed, so their presence was noted and ignored when her arms brushed over them. The soft clicking noises they made when actuated were lost in her yips and moans of passion.

Had Tom been more observant when picking a spot for their current adventure, he might have remembered that the specific piece of the workshop's equipment they were currently using had been a prominent part of the briefings he had been given during his first days on the job: Especially that he had been told not to touch it under any circumstances except for maintenance and diagnostic purposes. These briefings -- along with everything else in his life -- were far away at the moment; they could as well have been in another galaxy, or in a different dimension altogether for all he cared. Right now only his desert flower -- a flower that was blossoming for him and him alone, her supernatural beauty and tantalizing nectar only existing for his pleasure.

A couple of switches unlocking the diagnostics terminal for operation while the particle accelerator was in regular operation? Such an insignificant detail found no seat in the trains of thought on a collision course on the only pair of tracks that was currently remaining operational in the wolf's hormone-swamped brain. As such, the switches flipped on, off -- or on-and-off over and over again depending on how her lover's licks and paws were prompting her to react -- dutifully reconfigured the particle accelerator's magnet assemblies, power supply and cooling systems as their unwitting operators asked them to. The console came to life as buttons were pushed and switches were flipped at random: Little causes lead to great events, provided they are allowed to grow until they can unfold their true potential -- it may take them some time to reach a critical mass, but once they attain it, there is no stopping them.

Just like it was the case for the lustfully engaged canine couple: Sam's relentless efforts to rile up her lover over the past couple of hours to a degree where he would willingly give in to his instincts -- not without her prior approval. Which, guessing by how she had practically shoved Thomas's head between her legs and was now riding the crest of an incredible wave of pleasure set in motion and sustained by the nimble tongue that now dared to adventure into previously unknown depths without restraint. Her student had also realized that the right rhythm was paramount: Each time he stroked her sweet spot she instinctively pushed back, trying to prolong the intimate contact.

She felt alive -- no, as if electrified! The small part of her conscious attention that still clung to sensations besides her lover's activities could have sworn her fur stood on end each time the stimulations surged to a new high driving her closer to the edge of a climatic release only to smooth back down as the intimate contact between his tongue and her folds abated momentarily before returning.

Was it possible that the tingling sensation he felt each time his tongue was retreating from his lover's dephts -- like his entire body was all softly caressed at the same time, a billion of the slightest of touches brushing against each strand of fur from his eartips to feet paws -- was caused by an orgasm of his own building up? Considering he had experienced his first height of passion a few hours ago and this hadn't happened then... that could only mean one thing, right? This would surmount to the most epic of all possible orgasms. Dr. Thomas Richter the elecric engineer might have had different explanations for this, but alas -- his consultation hours were canceled until further notice.

Thankfully both of her paws had found something to hold on in the meantime, allowing her at least a small measure of focus in reality: Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to tell up from down and left from right any more... her lupine's enthusiastic if unrefined licks, nips and caresses easily unhinged her perception of space and time to a degree she would hardly have considered possible under normal circumstances.

Her paw-holds had the strange quirk of giving in each time she rocked back and forth in sync with Tom's increasingly urgent maneuvering both on the outside and the inside of her most intimate regions. For some reason that was lost to her currently over-stimulated brain, they didn't remain stationary as good paw-holds would have done. No, they insisted on moving up and down for some certainly funny reason, confirming reaching the limits of their actuation range with soft click and clack noises each time she tested their limits.

Over a certain who cared how long period of time and yes, more! repetitions of the back and forth cycle between his licks and her response by means of gyrating her hips against his muzzle their motions followed an impressively regular pattern: Had someone (or something) been there to record the cycle times of their intimate interactions, they would have found an astonishing resemblance to the behaviour of a driven harmonic oscillator.

The rhythmic click-clack of her anchors to reality was progressively drowned out by sounds of passion -- but not only these: The usually low-threshold humming and buzzing noises resulting from the operation of the particle accelerator, became the only competitor for auditory domination on this otherwise silent early Chrismas morning. Instead of staying at their familiar constant level as they always did, they chose to pitch and ebb in tune with the rhythm Tom's licks set for their lust-driven back and forth.

From first-paw experience gained just hours past he realized she must be about to climax; his enthusiastic displays affection must have been effective then! To him it was amazing how his coyotess managed to hold on -- he was exerting some force pushing and pulling her back and forth, but most of the effort put into their shared act was applied by the smaller canine. She must have found some paw-holds to do so -- otherwise she would have backed herself up against the wall already.

The up and down in background noise did register in some remote part of Tom's mind that was not focused on the sweet flow of honey and the omnipotent fragrances right in front of his nose. This far-away part of his analytical mind had figured out that the pleasantly tingling situation he had been feeling since things had picked up peaked exactly in tune with the variations of the humming tones all around them.

It was as if someone could, no -- was -- reading his mind and cranked up this... electrifying whole-body experience each time he dove into his lover's folds, as if to spur him on to redouble his efforts. The inner voice that tried telling him about the connection between ambient sounds and the tickly-brushy exaltation he was rewarded with each time he carried his love higher towards the peak of pleasure; he was anything but inclined to listen, however. That professional, polite and dressed Thomas had taken leave for the time being -- leaving behind a ravenous predator intent on satiating his hunger. The thrill of hunting Sam had got his blood boiling after the hours he had spent tied up and at her mercy -- the entrée he was relishing presently only adding to his own desires...

The nature of physical systems is to drift into chaos once they are forced away from equilibrium states -- depending on the boundary conditions they will even start to resonate if the proper type of actuation is thrown into the mix. As such, the pair's heated intercourse was the perfect example of a such an actuation -- a positive feedback loop: One that was converging towards its climax at a rapid pace.

Thoughts of physical concepts, of what constituted the elementary building blocks of reality itself... anything that had to do with her daily routine, that was inspiring her in her professional daily routine? Pushed aside, swept away by a flood of pleasure -- nothing but the imminent peak of passion mattered any more. Her reality was narrowing to the sensations she craved, sensations her lover and only her lover could provide her with when she required them: Now!

Sam's reactions weren't lost to Tom: For a while she had ground against the front side of his muzzle and nosepad with astonishing precision -- the sensations close to overcoming his resolve to not give in too early and blindly follow what his instincts urged him to do. Then the rhythm of her thrusts had become faster, more urgent -- more demanding. Her moans and yips had become more pronounced, her breathing deeper and more labored. Inner muscles started to flex trying to clamp down around his tongue but failing to hold it, the anatomic fit made for a different part of the wolf's body.

He still lacked the experience to tell for sure when his partner would exactly cross the threshold of an orgasm, so he had to err on the side of caution. For what he planned next he would need the element of surprise -- not that seizing it was a particularly difficult problem to solve given how his lover was responding to his efforts in pleasuring her. Wax in his paws indeed! Still, she had outsmarted him often enough for one night; the time had come for him to get his turn.

With a final series of short licks -- and giving her sweet rump a good squeeze with both paws as Sam arched her back under the sudden staccato of stimulation -- Tom tipped the coyotess off-balance. Before she could gather her wits and stop him from getting up he had risen, pinning her underneath him in a gentle but unyielding embrace.

They both panted from exertion, but Tom had no intention to let the height of passion ebb away -- yet he was uncertain how to proceed, lacking a clear sign of consent from his desert flower. The last time he had taken the initiative without Sam's approval... granted, it had brought him here. But the road to redemption had been a rocky one: He wasn't willing to take trips down the same lane in one and the same night!

His hesitation wasn't flying for her: The moment she was finally, blissfully drifting -- no, leaping, shooting -- over the threshold of an orgasm without equal... how could he dare to deny her?

Words had not been necessary, no... not required for Sam: Her yips, moans and cries of passion carried all the meaning her lover needed to take away from them. For Sam, words were off the schedule by practical necessity since his tongue was busy otherwise -- words were redundant seeing, tasting, scenting what and who he could.

Now, as they lay there panting, taut with desire -- instincts no longer willing to be held back by willful thoughts? It was a time demanding, screaming for less talking and more action. So Tom did as the time demanded -- loosening his embrace, he went on with directing Sam into a new stance on top of their makeshift bed: One arm wrapped around her shoulder, paw pressing softly but insistently against the small of her back to bid her to get up and turn. Meanwhile his other paw chanced in-between her legs again... guiding her by no uncertain means to no longer lie on her back, but to come to rest on her side.

Far from having any reason to protest -- his paw was now circling over the spot where her lover's tongue had been at work up until recently, applying juuuuuuuust the right amount of pressure. Gently continuing to rub and squeeeeeeeeeze, maintaining her arousal without pushing her over the edge. Following her lover's lead, she came to rest on her right side, slightly lifting her left leg on her own accord to grant the source of the celestial sensations better access to southern realms.

She didn't notice her lupine lover had positioned himself situated above her, both knees and one supporting him while his free paw continued to occupy her. Bent over her he nibbled along the side of her neck again, kissing his way over her cheek and nipping at the outer rim of her left ear -- the last couple of nips firm enough to let the resulting pain shake Sam out of her lust-induced high.

"Handpaws and knees... no... oooowwwwww!?!"

His half-whispered, half-growled words had possessed an unexpectedly dominant edge. Lucky for him, Sam had him covered there -- specifically, a nimble paw that wasn't his own got hold of his privates... yet again. It wasn't just the sudden contact that made him yowl in surprise -- it was also the less than gentle squeeze that came with the grasp. He froze on the spot, his ears folding back against his head as he saw his lover's stern look, her lips curled up in a slight snarl -- the tips of her needle-sharp teeth just showing.

"Uhhhhh... pretty please?"

The snarl turned into a smile, the vice-like grip relaxing... turning into a very pleasant massage. Sam was hardly surprised to find her... boyfriend as excited as she was.

"Good boy. And... yes -- now!"

She playfully shoved him away just far enough to turn over further, stretching luxuriously when she had come to rest on her stomach. Her tail -- curled upwards, wagging lazily -- revealed just the slightest hint of what would normally be hidden underneath to her only spectator as... he slid past her? He wasn't seriously backing down now of all times, was he? No, he was not -- his gaze was fixated on her rump as he slid off the workstation they shared.

"Going somewhere...?"

He surprised her yet again as he kissed her just above the base of her tail, his incisors nicking the skin underneath her fur as his kiss became much more physical without warning. Catching the paw that tried to smack him on the nose in retaliation mid-air he smooched another kiss on the same spot he had just nicked in order to placate the coyotess. But for her that would not do the job -- especially not for any longer period of time!

"I'll be back before you'll miss me!"

He didn't go far: Her ears turning to follow the sounds he made, she could hear him... what, snuffling around? He was searching for something that he found quickly. Then some rummaging, a tearing sound as a plastic wrapping gave way to superior force. Then some growls and a few words muttered under his breath mixed with Oh...'s, Aaah!'s and an Ow!... and a pitiful whine. Then... silence. Listening intently for a few moments, Sam tried to find out where Tom had gone...

Her half of their shared portion of reality shortened out for a few blissful moments as a handpaw made contact with her currently most sensitive spot again -- drawing a sharp breath as one digit exercised a little more pressure besides mere caresses. Meeting little resistance the digit sunk into her folds, causing all her poor hypersensitive nerve endings to fire at once. Somehow, Tommaterialized next to her -- him whispering in her ear was an unambigous indication he had returned.

"So... did you miss me?"

She had a pretty good idea where she had to reach to get a hold of him based on the direction his voice had come from. With a huntress' instincts and the moment of surprise on her side she snatched her lover by an ear, pulling him close.

"Yes! Didn't anyone teach you that it's bad manners to keep a lady waiting? Foreplay time is over, pup. Now shoot!"

Again her lover was surprised by the vehemence of her tone -- her gaze kept him fixated, her words were underlined by a barely contained mix of hisses and growls. Swallowing visibly under her scrutiny Tom got one last chance to speak up before it was his turn to call said shots.

"At least one of us should pretend to be a responsible adult -- I got myself some... protection before the main act. Besides, you kept me on edge for hours, so... it's just fair I get to return the favour."

She tapped his nose vehemently, making him jerk back his head in surprise.

"You, Mister, required a lesson in patience and self-control! I desire you -- that's a difference. Now... are you planning to talk me into erotic overdrive, or do you have a better plan?"

There was a better plan, of course -- the simpler, shorter variety of the Sam's hour-long teasing and baiting: It had its intended effect for sure seeing how his coyotess was commanding him to carry on with the main act. He openly respected that her talent to push his buttons was far greater than his ability to push hers, but for his second time things could have gone far worse. Time to put the requested better plan into action...

Slinking past her again he got up, this time taking up a standing position right behind the smaller canine -- oh... the view! Her tail had never stopped flagging since he had suspended his quest to incite her desire; she was as stoked as he was, that was for certain!

Unlike their first union -- which had been a glorious rush towards their shared climax -- their second mating had been a true test for Tom's willpower and persistence. The stunts his lover had pulled on him -- wiring him up, testing the limits of his resolve far beyond anything he would have considered possible -- while he was tied up and at her mercy? Reprociation was in order: No-one had said that tying couldn't be a game for two!

Heart pounding, breathing rapidly -- eyes, nose and ears all focused on her -- every fiber of his being urged him to claim her as she wanted him to. And he was intent on doing so: Her invitation could have hardly been stated in a more obvious fashion. Only... she had told him in no unclear terms that he had to learn patience and self-control; that especially applied to lovemaking, no? What better proof could there be that he had learned these lessons than to draw out the height of passion a bit further -- to the point where Sam would be first to give in to the irresistible temptations of a sexual high.

He inched closer, close enough to have his thighs brush along the insides of her thighs -- carefully adjusting his stance so that he would find his mark with his first forward thrust, purposefully drawing out the contact while putting just enough strength into his forward motion to make his coyotess shiver with delight as he started leaning into her. His motion being very much what she desired, she arched her back -- both arms stretching out to secure her enough leverage, pushing her rump towards her lover's loins. She was was fast, but not fast enough: Before she had the chance to conclude the motion she was about begin, Tom's paws took hold of her hips -- pinning her in place assertively.

Setting the pace would be his privilege, his triumph: Sam had called the shots for hours, so he felt that it was rightfully his turn to do so now. This would be an unforgettable salvo for both of them -- he was intent on making sure it would be!

Bracing himself with a wide stance, he started pushing forward -- at long last fulfilling both their desires as he felt her folds part, sliding into her welcoming inner sanctum without tangible resistance. As her inner muscles worked their magic on his member -- contracing, massaging, enticing him to push deeper -- it was his turn to moan: The warmth, the pressure, the fast and rhythmic beat of her heart he felt pulsating as he sunk deeper... it must all been there during their first fervid union as well. But then it had been swept away by the rush of their shared climax, the sensual high he went through then burying all the minute sensations he experienced with unprecedented fidelity now.

Silence before the storm -- just as the two summiteers passion took a respite before daring the final push towards the peak of passion, the world around them had fallen conspiciously silent again: Gone was the humming and buzzing that had risen and fallen in tune with Tom's fervent licks; no more arbitrary click-clacks noises from buttons, switches and levers. The electrifying tickling and tingling that had washed over their fur and skin in connection with the noises? Vanished as if it had never been.

Slowly, carefully he kept going until the base of his knot began to press against her outer lips. He lacked the leverage to make any attempt at tying her -- he would have done so on the spot otherwise. So he pulled back ever so slowly again, both for the wonderful sensations and for the sake of not pushing either of them over the edge already on the first venture into her silken depths. He stopped just before he would have completely withdrawn from her enticing embrace, both paws still firmly holding Sam in place -- ears splayed, gritting her teeth, lips curling up in a silent snarl, tail shivering -- she was just as hard-pressed to not give in to her peaking arousal as her lover was.

Tom poked forward again, a little stronger and faster than before; sinking into her until his momentum wore out, pulling back a little less far than before: She shivered under his renewed motion, his deliberate slowness leaving her begging for more while at the same time keeping her arousal in the sweet spot between the onset of a climax and the splendid heights of sensation its fulfillment would spiral her into.

With all the sensations assailing her Sam instinctively searched for some means to orient herself once more -- groping around blindly, guided by sheer instinct, she somehow got hold of something stable that finally got her ups and downs into something at least remotely resembling a sensible order again: A pair of blessed paw-holds, restoring her ability to decide in which direction she had to push to meet her lover's increasingly bold thrusts.

As she found her bearings again -- pushing her rump towards her lupine partner's groins in an imposingly synchronized rhythm after only a pawful of... knocks -- she didn't realize her sheet anchors weren't the unwavering constants in her own lust-filled reality she assumed them to be. While she pushed against Samantha only to draw away from him until only his tip remained within her a heartbeat later her pair of paw-holds happily matched her back-and-forth motions in the opposite direction.

They weren't the only implements to oblige her commands: While the two canines kept grinding against each other -- Sam eagerly welcoming her wolf back in her folds -- her breasts and stomach rubbed over the surface of the workstation Tom had laid her down upon. Between the surges of raw carnal pleasure that rocked her world she briefly wondered how her companion managed to massage and fondle her in more than two places at once. She clearly remembered that wolves only had two handpaws -- had Sam suddenly turned into some sort yogi and mastered his art so perfectly that his flexibility by far surpassed that of a feline? She had no time to ponder this mystery -- another wave of pleasure swiftly swept it aside.

Lovemaking had never felt so... intense, so invigorating, so... full of suspense! When they had made love for the first time earlier Tom had been eager to please, happily following her lead until his instincts had taken over, awarding them both with a glorious high point for the evening. Now her lupine mate was about to exceed their first union in every way: His thrusts intense but measured, precariously keeping the two of them balancing on the small ridge between pleasure and bliss. Each time he fully sunk into her she felt his knot pressing against her folds, more persevering with each single thrust. She gave up on trying to stifle her moans and yips, freely giving in to the fireworks sparked by touch and motion -- here and now she was his... his to please as he saw fit.

When he didn't back out of her rebuke for him overstepping his honey pot privilege she was delighted to find him trusting her enough to go through with a very -- utterly, insanely intense -- show of affection. One she certainly wouldn't have chosen for their first date... neither for the second, maybe for their third. Yet he had gone along with her lessons, allowing her to give him a taste of what effects restraint and patience could have when it came to pleasure in an utterly effective manner.

As for eliciting his predatory side: That had worked out even better -- snarling and growling he nipped at the scruff and sides of her neck whenever she (intentionally) waited for a slight moment to meet his thrusts, the tips of his fangs grazing her skin just shy of drawing blood. The sheepish lupine she had run into earlier this evening was currently absent -- Tom's wild side had taken over, driving him on into even greater heights of passion.

As they strived to become one their senses focused on nothing besides each other: Eyes squeezing shut or rolling back; ears splayed, filled only with their shared yelps and moans, noses only searching for -- and finding -- their lover's scent. Nothing else mattered to Sam and Tom here and now: Their very own world had to offer anything they could have ever wished for. If they had the opportunity to stay there

Snarling and growling her lupine lover pulled his coyotess closer as he thrust forward with renewed effort, his paws finding and tightening their grasp on her hips. His bulbous knot grazing against her nether lips made her draw in a sharp breath -- she could tell his climax was building up in earnest, complementing the surging urgency of her own need for release.

every action causes a counter-reaction. and even if it very much appeared to the two lovers as if they were perpetually floating through an endless sky their passion-filled lovemaking did prompt the world around them to react to their furious exchange of intimacies: Gyrating bodies, paws roaming over each other's bodies -- at times failing to find their destination and reaching out for something to hold on -- and even the occasional flick of an ear all did their part in drawing a reaction from their impromptu lover's nest...