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Hi,

welcome to the thirt and last part of the continuation. Again, overall information in #2.1, in case you just magically appeared here. Starting with a clean, character developement focussed introduction, I decided for a more raunchy, yet not meaningless ending (last third). So yeah. Have fun and maybe give feedback if you feel like it (PMs also welcome, if you understandably don't want your opinion publicly available).

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Half an hour later, when the sun already started poking over the horizon, They arrived at Sam's flat withSarahbehind the wheel.Ashort but exhausting argument with the unreasonable terrier had lead to her taking control over the car. Heluckily had given in pretty quickly,but she wouldn't have accepted any other outcome anyway. "You coming?"Sam asked shylywhen he left the car and smiled back at her, "You can also keep the car for tonight, if you're heading home. Your choice." And without further ado, he turned around and made his way to the entrance, while Sarah remained in the car for a little longer. The terrier didn't look back, but he didn't need to as Sarah followed him soon after, just in time to make it through the closing door.

He noted her decision with a playful grin and unlocked the door to his apartment,then opened his arms dramatically to invite her in his home. Although Samuel seemed happy about her presence, he couldn't hide a nervous wagging of his tail, while he dragged his sore and beaten uplimbs through the flat. The hallway gave access to fiverooms. Threeof the doors was closed, one opened up to a smallkitchen with a perfectly fitted table, and the remaining door led into a living room. He seemed to prefera semi-modern style with grey and black mirror finish furniture in front of white walls, brightened up by indirect lighting and a few strategically placed plants to give it a bit of life. A few metal figures and contraptions, early prototypes of his work as he explained, stood in the shelves and only helped stressingthe spacecraft aesthetic.

"It's...lovely," Sarah lied and started taking off her boots and jacket. "It's boring, I know, but I need this clean environment at times. Eases the mind a bit. Ican just sit here for hoursand hours torelax withoutmuch of a distraction." "No offence, but I still don't like it." "None taken, but don't worry. You might like your room for tonight a little better." he laughed,kicked open one of the remainingdoorsandlike through a portal, it opened a view to a whole new world. The cold tiles changed into a wooden floor, a huge mostly green carpet andwooden furniture completed the forest appearance, and only the bedwith an organic sand- and brown coloured patterned blanket andred mattress broke up the atmospherea little bit as a charming deviation.This room was the only one actually showing signs of itsinhabitant so far. Without fuss, Sam entered the kitchen and searched a moment fora bottle of wine and two glasses. "A little good night drink?" "No, thanks. I'm tired," Sarah mumbled distractedly, still examining the newly discovered environment. Samuel carefully placed the stuffbackon the kitchen counterand signalled her to take a seat somewhere. "Ok,I just have to mail the company, that I won't be coming tomorrow, but make yourself comfortable in the meantime." He left into the fourth room,while Sarah looked through the books and photos, that flooded the place, fractions of his life, that made this area special and personal. When he eventuallyreturned, she did not really react, too focussed on the discoveries, until he sat down next to her. "You alright?" he carefullyasked,while taking her in a light embrace, almost as if she was too fragile to touch.

Out of a sudden whim, Sarah responded by kissing him more and more passionately,softlypushing him back on the bed while running her hands over the overwhelmed terrier. Her passion had taken over and an incredible weight dropped off her tired shoulders, but once she had nearlypulledhis shirt offhisbarechest and he started to give in and return her emotions, the frenzy abruptly ended and she collapsed onto him, whimpers shaking her body and hertears sinking into his fur. "Sorry, I-I can't. I'm just..." broke through the sobs, while Sam still tried to understand what was going on. At some point, the panting canine wrapped his arms around her and held her as close as possible, humming a deep, strange yet beautiful melody, that vibrated through her body andeasedthe paina little.Slowly the twitching ceased and her emotional breakdown came to an end.

While Sarah regained her breath and the listened to the dying song, she took her time to think about today's events again, but was too spent to get a clear thought. Though the small fractions popping up didn't feel nearly as frightening in his presence. She couldn't quite tell, when how long they lay there, indulging in the intimate closeness it promised, but when he carefully let go, she was tired and oddly unemotional. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Just... something 'snot right," she mumbled, unable to look at him. Samjustkissed her gently, although she could hear his heart almost bursting out of his chest,before he finally replied, "I have no idea, what you've been through, but I would be worried, if it was different. I love your independent side, your decisions and everything, but imagine what would be lost, if you gave up the other you, the part, that loves, hates, cries. Whatever causes this pain right, I owe her so much, our whole relationship basically." With an extraordinary caution he rolled her off his chest and onto the pillows. "Try to sleep and tomorrow you'll be back. If you need something, I'm right there on the other side of the hallway." He suddenly chuckled and shook his head, when he reached the door frame,"God damn it, I almost sound like your father. Nonetheless-"

"Would you stay?" Sarah asked and patted the spot next to her. A strange expressionlay in his warm smile as he complied after a moment, maybea little reluctantly as she noticed. "Am I too much for you as he said?" Sarah nervously asked with slowly passing voice. "Never. I'm glad you're here," Sam whisperedwhileshe slowlyfell asleep.

WhenSamwoke up again, the sun was peeking through the curtains. He tried to stand up from his usuallyempty bed, but had to notice two things. Every muscle in his body refused to move and more importantly, he wasn't alone any more and this particular someone had claimed his arm as a pillow. With the patience of a surgeon, he pulled his itback, careful not to make any sudden movements and wake the predator up. Eventually he was done and snuck out of the room. Only once the door was closed behind him, he took a deep breath, groaning a little as he stretched his ruined limbs. "There's work to do," he reminded himself and stumbled towards the bathroom, "but there are more important things right now." After tossing his clothes aimlessly into a corner, he switched on the water. The cold flood hit way harder than expected, but it at least provided a desperately needed adrenaline rush. Temperature slowly rose and helped loosening the tension as it made its way down his body. Like yesterdays dust and paint, and smell maybe, got washed away and down the drain, his worries vanished too. This development, the fact, that Sarah was in his flat right now, even for the most understandable reasons, had felt somewhat rushedand way too methodless for his taste, but in the end, he wasn't so sure anymore, whether this was just his limited, inexperiencedpoint of view. When he was done and dressed a few minutes later, he had finallyregained a hint of his former elegance.

"On with the easy part," Samuel thought and headed for the kitchen, only to find Sarah, who apparently had the same idea and had already started preparing an extensive breakfast. "Did I wake you up?" he asked and attempted to help, but his paws were met with a light, but determined hit with a spoon. "No, but don't you dare lifting a finger for me in your condition," Sarah smiled and returnedto the tasks at hand, but Sam wouldn't give up that easily, wrapping his arms around her and trying to steal her weapon. Sarah wasn't easy to come by either, resulting in a soft tussle for the tool in the tiny kitchen, until Sarah finally had to to surrender. "I don't hit the weak," she smirked and placed a tender kiss on the panting terrier's snout, "But I love you anyway." "I love you, too," he replied happily, "but that's still my kitchen and you ruined my surprise, so get out of here. Take a shower, too, or something, but at leastlet me be a proper host for the time being." "Then,myloyal servant,get my luggage from the car. I still need something to wear afterwards, don't I?"Her suggestive undertone lit his cheeks on fire, much to her amusement,beforeshe turned around, took off her shirt and entered the bathroom.Sarah seemed to be fully aware, that he was still looking after herand the short view on the gorgeous wolf in just her underwear definitely had the desired, stunningeffect. 'What have I gotten myself into here,' Sam thought and shook his head, now fully realising of how much she had changed over night.

The delayed breakfast took a while, partly because it was the first time since their first failed date they actually had time to talk, leading to increasingly deeper topics, that only emphasized Sam's admiration for his guest. At one point, Sarah remembered the bottle of wine from earlier. One bottle became two, that eventually lead tohard liquor,and as intimidating as Sarah usually was, she didn't stand a chance against the growing influence of the alcohol. By the time Sam had opened the third one, both slurred their speech and their movements were somewhaterratic and funnilyuncoordinated.Sam had never been drunk before, a little tipsy maybe, but never on a control-losing level, but this was amazing.

Whatever had restrained him was gone now, inching closer and closer with his chair. What she said didn't matter, what he replied didn't matter, just her sheer presence meant something to him as an overwhelming allure slowly clouded his mind. In the middle of her sentence, Samuel took her hands and as she stopped and gave him a puzzled look, the sensation finally took over the rational, fearful part of his brain and he pulled his love into a lingering, passionate kiss. When the panting canines separated again, he saw the same fire burning behind Sarah's eyes. "I love you and I want you, Sarah. Right now," he muttered as coherently as possible "I thought you'd never ask." she replied and pulled him back in. But the sudden movement cost his balance and with two startled yelps, the pair tipped off their chairs and on the carpet.

Searching hands ran over bare fur, pushed garments away wherever possible and soon the grey beauty lay bare in his greedy gaze. The organised part of Sam's consciousness, that used to guide his actions was gone, replaced by a drooling instinct to claim her, to let out all of the dark desires he hasever had, formerly suppressed under a well trained discipline, and he knew, that she wouldn't resist. Whether it was actually there or just the alcohol talking, but all the sudden, he noticed an intoxicating smell filling the room. He lifted Sarah up on the couch, felt her trembling under his lusty touch and as she lay in front of him on her back, her perfect shape presented before his eyes, obediently awaiting his next move, he had found the source. Diving between her legs, his tongue went deep down Sarah's waiting soft spot.As the odour increased more and more as he dug up ever increasing amounts of her pleasure, he slowly fell into a frenzy.He felt her squirming in his firm grip, moan to his exploration and beg for more. Her paws gripped his shaggy ears, held him close, pushed him in to the rhythm of their passion while he went down rougher and rougher on the delicate prize in front on him. It didn't take long for Sarah's tail to wag erratically against his tummy, while delighted seizures shook her figure.Finally he felt her buckle up as her inner walls clenched down on the intruder. She howled like a wounded animal, while he was rewarded with a flood of this wonderful taste of her climax. When the pleasured twitching of her thighs ceased, he raised his head and moved upwards while his fingers ran along her form teasingly and stopped here and there to admire the delicacyof her nethers, her trained body or the precious shape of her breasts, earning a soft whimper for every of his caresses.

When the immense heat turned down a little and Sam regained his breath a little, a devilish grin appeared on his mate's face. In a surprising force, she turned him over and violently pressed down on his chest, pushing him deep into the pillows. "My turn," she demanded and didn't await his response. He was too spent to sit up and watch her, but he felt her claws slowly running down his chest, along the length of his body and a long detour over his behind. Suddenly a rough tongue made a painstakingly slow journey from the base of his hardening shaft, all the way up, before playfully licking the tip and earning a weak whine from the owner. Sarah's careful fingers eventually lifted his member from his belly and just as the cool breeze from her breath ran over the sensitive part, her hot lips embraced it, incredibly slowlymoving up and down, while Sam trembled on the other end. He wanted to take her head as she had done it, make her end this torture, but a warning growl and her sharp fangs pressing against his flesh stopped him in his tracks. Extradited to her temper, he was forced to play along her cruel game, slowly picking up speed and when tension was building up, she just left him hanging, until he had calmed down enough for another attempt. Finally she patted his thighs approvingly and stuck her maw back in place, going deeper than ever before, while her tongue applied pressure on every part of him at once. He groaned and moved to her effort, even allowed to force her downwards, until with a final pleased whine of her name, he came into his captor. Patiently she continued sucking, until it was over, before slowly pulling back and letting her teeth carefully glide over the sensitive skin as a promising goodbye.

"You are amonster," the terrier finally sighed though the rushing blood in his ears,while his circulation suddenly dropped off, now that the initialrushceased. "What are you going to do about it?" Sarah asked suggestively, but hefelttoo tired to react, the room started spinning and his head felt painfully heavy. "That's why I usually don't drink," he faintlymumbled, "I'm sorry to kill the mood, but... oh, this is bad." "No, it's alright," she softly chuckled and took a seat next to him, "Just make sure to remember at least part of the experience."Sarah cuddled against him and listened to his slowing heartbeat for a moment, before continuing, "I love your cute, silly politeness, but sometimes... it can't hurt to be a bit more reckless." "Can't make any promises, but I'll try, ok?"

She smiled happily and embraced him a bit tighter, but quickly had tolet go again when he winced from the pressure on his injuredribcage. After a while, somewhere between slumber and idle cuddling, Samuel gently tapped her back. "Wanna sleep for the rest of the day, or are you still open for some activity?" Shegave him a tired glance and Sam almost felt her sinking a bit deeper into his chest. "Don't you dare to move now. Even if for terrible reasons, I have the first actual day off for months and I see no problem in spending it entirely on sleeping on such a wonderful pillow.Besides, you just escaped hospital. So play sick like any normal person would." "But-" he started, until she pressed his muzzle shut again without looking up. "Rest now."