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1. Tail Play and Punishment

They were already waiting on the bed when he returned from his shower. Oro quirked a brow as he entered the bedroom to find them sitting face-to-face, exchanging deep, tongue-tangling kisses between each breath. They didn't stop when they noticed him.

"Oh dear...he caught us...fooling around...without him," Sarahi cooed, her lips making wet little pops against Nayeli's, sounding anything but ashamed or concerned.

"Mmm...what should...we do...to make him...forgive us?" Nayeli mused, smiling a come-hither smile between the rhythmic kisses.

"Ooh...nibble his ears?" Sarahi suggested.

"Nibble his cock," Nayeli replied.

"Kiss his balls," Sarahi answered.

"Kiss his tail-h--"

"You were doing fine," the Rabbit growled, cutting off his wife's last suggestion, "Right up to that." Dropping his towel on the floor, he made no effort to hide the hard-on that had arisen underneath it as he watched his wife and best friend making out.

Sarahi giggled, breaking the act, as he climbed onto the bed with them. She patted the space between them as Nayeli scooted back to make room for him. "Sorry," the Sha'khari smiled as he crawled between them, and encouraged him to lay facing Nayeli as the pair snuggled up on either side of him, wrapping arms around his naked body and each other all in one tangle, "I wanted to get you in a good mood when you walked in...since I want to be bad again tonight."

"Terrific," Oro scoffed and rolled his eyes, letting Nayeli kiss his chin and neck affectionately. "What new embarrassment do you have in mind for me this time?"

"Oh, nothing too demanding," the Sha'khari promised, pulling her hands around to the back of his shoulders, gently scratching and rubbing the tight muscles there, "Tell me when you think I've started on it," she challenged.

Oro kissed Nayeli firmly, sliding his tongue between her teeth and chasing hers around her mouth, while the Lioness hummed enjoyment and encouragement. She brought his hand to her breast, and rolled onto her back to let him loom dominantly above her while Sarahi continued to soothe and pamper him, working her way steadily down his back. Oro trapped both of his wife's wrists, holding them above her head as they kissed. She liked being 'held captive' like this, he'd learned. He kind of liked doing the holding, too.

"Where, exactly, do you think you're going with those?" the Rabbit asked at last, as Sarahi's hands moved from his lower back onto his rump, loosely scratching and caressing it before she squeezed the cheeks open subtly and her fingers began to creep between them, as if expecting to be caught.

Sarahi giggled, patting his rump gently. "As sharp as ever," she congratulated him, sliding her hands down the back of his legs until she found his knees. "Relax," she urged as she pushed them a little further forward, causing him to huddle up above the smiling Lioness, "I'm not going to break down the back door unless you really seem to be enjoying it. I'm just going to touch. You might find you like it," she coaxed, leaning forward to kiss his cheek as her hands returned to his rump, squeezing it lightly and stroking his tail gently, "I discovered that I do, after Kylan had some fun with me."

Oro scowled, but Nayeli's eyes were begging him to play along, at least for a little while. Just give it a try. With a sigh, Oro allowed his short, fluffy tail to be lifted. "Don't get carried away. You're lucky I just got out of the shower." Sarahi giggled, patting his rump again affectionately, then leaned over the edge of the bed to pull a small bottle out of the nightstand. "What is that?" the Rabbit asked suspiciously.

"A little something Diya and Kylan recommended," she informed him, squeezing a generous portion into her palm before setting the bottle on the nightstand. It was decorated with an icon of a fresh, bright apple...and nothing else. "It's a local brand, apparently, and their favorite. I asked their advice, since they do this kind of thing pretty regularly," she explained as she rubbed her palms together and spread the crisp-smelling lotion over and between her fingers. "It's just to make my hands feel all nice and smooth for your sensitive little back-side," the Sha'khari cooed with a wink, "I wouldn't want to get rough with you."

Cupping her hands over his rump, she rubbed him gently with the whole of her hands, spreading the warm lotion over his bottom. Oro had to admit that part felt good. Nayeli slipped one wrist out of his grip and reached a hand between his legs, caressing his semi-soft dick with her fingertips and lightly, gently scratching his balls. "Let me distract you," she suggested, smiling up at him adoringly, "You can still ride me while she plays with you. Or would you like me to go suck you?"

Oro shook his head, frowning. "I don't want to move much while she's fooling around back there. Just keep doing what you're doing right now. That feels nice."

She nodded sympathetically, idly fondling his balls and caressing his cheek comfortingly with the other hand as Sarahi took a gentle grip on his tush and spread it open again. "I'm going to go deeper," she warned, running one finger down the underside of his tail to its base, and then continuing down the cleft of his rump until her fingertips met Nayeli's. Oro's lip curled as it ran lightly over his back door, but didn't protest. "Such a good boy," Sarahi whispered praise to him, reversing her hand to slowly caress up through his cheeks again, this time stopping just before she reached his button, "Always indulging me so sweetly. Don't you ever get tired of it?" she asked as her finger began slowly and deliberately circling his back door, gently spreading the lotion all the way around the rim.

"Fuck yeah, I do," he grunted, shoulders hunched and lips curled in a sneer, "But you put up with a hell of a lot of shit from me, not least the way I talk to you. I kind of feel I owe you this, when the mood strikes you."

Sarahi shook her head, and Nayeli leaned up to kiss his chin. "You don't owe me a thing," she promised as she continued to tease his button, now rocking her fingertip gently across it, "I don't mind the way you talk. You do plenty to make up for it already." Her finger stilled, centered over his sphincter, applying just a hint of pressure to it. "Mmm...the temptation is pretty terrible, though," she admitted with an apologetic smile.

Oro's ears twitched. "If you do, I'm going to get very pissed."

Sarahi giggled. "I like how you say that, but don't actually try to stop me, even though your whole body is broadcasting that you're very uncomfortable right now." Sarahi pressed him gently, like a button on her phone, before finally sliding her finger the rest of the way up his cleft to his tail again. "...Brace yourself," she warned, laying both palms on his rump and gently spreading him with a squeeze one more time, "I'm only going to do this once..."

"Do what?" the Rabbit growled, glancing over his shoulder as she bent her face embarrassingly close to his tail.

For one fraction of a second, he felt soft lips and warm breath against his clenched rim, and heard the faint snap of her lips as she literally kissed his tail-hole. She released him as she sat back again, gently patting his rump with a blazing blush in her cheeks and a satisfied smile. "Oh yeah, the flavoring definitely helps. Heh...you really don't like that, do you?" she asked, noting his completely limp member hanging against Nayeli's wrist.

"Alright," she nodded, stepping off the bed, "I won't bother you about it again. Let me go wash up and I'll make it up to you," the Sha'khari promised, trotting off to the attached bathroom. Despite his clear disgust with it, her dick was standing up firm beneath her belly, indicating she certainly had a good time teasing him.

Nayeli tipped his chin so she could kiss him softly on the lips. "Thank you for letting her play around with you, even though you don't like it."

"Stop it," he huffed, "I already explained why I do. It's not something to thank me for."

"Mmm...but it makes her feel special. Makes us feel special," she emphasized, kissing her husband's lips repeatedly.

They felt Sarahi return, laying her front legs on the bed while keeping her back paws on the floor, spread wide, like the first night he'd broken her. "Hey," she said softly, drawing their attention. Sarahi leaned down close to look him in the eyes. "I am sorry...for always making you uncomfortable, just for my own pleasure. I know you hate it, but it turns me on. I apologize," she said meaningfully, giving her hindquarters a little swing. "You know what to do next, right?"

The Rabbit quirked a confused brow...then seemed to catch on, and smirked. "Yeah," he assured her, crawling off of Nayeli and moving around behind Sarahi, caressing her haunches as she grit her teeth. "You sure about this?"

Sarahi nodded firmly once. "You said you get a power-trip when you do it to the twins. So...this is me letting you turn the tables. Go."

Nayeli quirked a curious brow as she sat up to watch. "Um, what's going--?"

Sarahi shrieked as Oro's hand popped her rump firmly, grabbing Nayeli's shoulders as she squirmed. Nayeli, surprised, hugged her shoulders tightly. "Oro! Not so hard!" she reproached him...but Sarahi shook her head.

"No!" she groaned through grit teeth, "He hates what I do to him. I hate this. So that's fai-AUGH!" she cried as Oro made a hand-print on her other rump.

The Rabbit seemed to be enjoying it more than Nayeli thought healthy. "Stop being such a pussy," he chuckled, rubbing the spots where he had stung her so far, "You didn't cry this much with an arrow through your fucking leg. When I do this to the twins, my fucking hand stings..."

Nayeli cringed as his swatted her again, setting Sarahi's back legs to dancing in spite of herself. "...How many?" the Lioness asked quietly.

"Th-three, at least," Sarahi answered through tears, "A-as many...as he likes...tonight," she promised, rubbing her eyes on Nayeli's shoulder.

"Just four," Oro reassured them both, rubbing the bright red print growing on her hindquarters, "To be even on both sides..."

Sarahi nodded, hugging Nayeli tight...and screamed again when the last swat fell. "AUGH! Fuck! Thank you, h-honey-bunny," she forced herself to say through the tears, swinging her hindquarters vigorously to fan the burning sensation out of them.

The Rabbit chuckled, gently rubbing her offended rump. "You're welcome. For the uncomfortable things, too. You're right: I hate it, but I won't hold that against you."

A knock came at the bedroom door. "Um...is everything okay in there?" Diya's voice came through the hollow wood, "We heard a scream. Just checking on you."

Sarahi sniffed, and chuckled. "Yeah. I just finally got one. Come in and see," she offered loudly.

Diy cracked the door open and stuck her head in. Kylan's poked through right below hers, and they both blinked in surprise...and envy?...at the clear hand-prints on her rump. "Oh, wow!" Diya giggled, "I didn't think you were into that. I'm kind of envious right now..."

Nayeli dipped a disbelieving brow. "You...like being spanked?" she asked hesitantly. They had admitted to fooling around a bit before the spell had compelled them to go all the way, but she had never been given the details, and politely never asked.

Diya realized that with a slight blush. "Yeeaah," she admitted slowly, "It's kind of a major turn-on with us. Me especially. Kylan likes it...but he'd rather have Oro straight up his--"

"Sorry we interrupted," Kylan broke in before his sister could turn Oro off even more, pulling her back out of the door and closing it, "We're going back to bed now. See you in the morning!"

Sarahi giggled, wiping the tears from her cheek as the sting waned and her heart rate slowed back to something near normal. "Oh, they're sweet. We really ought to give them a good one again, soon."

Nayeli was staring at her with head tilted curiously. "...May I try?"

Sarahi blinked in surprise, and Oro quirked a dubious brow. "You want a spanking?"

"I...," she thought hard for a minute, as if concerned about whether or not she was about to lie, "I don't think I've ever had one. That's not how Mom did things. They always sounded miserable to me," she admitted, looking sympathetically at Sarahi's tear-streaked face, "But if the twins like it...I'd like to find out for myself."

Oro still looked dubious...but shrugged. "There are two rules," he warned her, "First, you have to apologize for something, and second, you get at least three swats. Maybe more, depending on how bad the thing you did was."

Nayeli nodded her acknowledgment, kissed Sarahi's cheek, then extracted herself from the Sha'khari's arms and turned around, scooting back to bend over the edge of the bed, on her belly beside her friend. "Alright...let's see...I'm sorry...for..." She considered it for a minute, looking over her shoulder at Oro and then at Sarahi thoughtfully. "I guess...it ought to be something I actually regret, if I'm going to apologize and be punished for it, huh?"

"That tends to work best," Oro agreed.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Sarahi reassured her, "We're not looking for revenge, just having fun...even if 'fun' is a little painful in this case."

Nayeli nodded. "Still...." She thought for another second, chewing her lip, then scooted a little closer to Sarahi, until her side touched the Sha'khari's. "I've been wanting to get this off my chest, so this seems like a good time," she looked her best friend steadfastly in the eyes, "I told you when we came to get you at the lodge that I wasn't mad at you. That was partly a lie. When Oro told me about the spell...the thought crossed my mind that you had the perfect excuse to run off with him then. I even thought, just for a minute, that you might have done it on purpose, since you didn't ask for me to help cast the spell. And I thought, since you missed the chance, I'd be stupid to give you an opportunity to realize your mistake...and correct it." She put her chin down on her folded arms, staring intently at the ruffled blankets in front of her. "That was...petty. And selfish. And delusional. I know you're not that sort of person. I'm sorry. Really."

Sarahi stared, a little shaken. But she understood. That had been an intense day, full of confusion, passion, and uncertainty. Everything about their lives had changed in a matter of hours. She couldn't blame even Nayeli for being...suspicious.

Leaning down, Sarahi kissed her cheek. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Six," Oro declared sharply behind them, "That one deserves at least six."

"Oro!" Sarahi hissed, "Don't be a jerk! She's just--"

But Nayeli patted her arm and shook her head, then laid it down on her arms again and lifted her tail for her husband. "Don't go soft on me just because I'm your wife," she warned, "I saw how firm you were with Sarahi. I'll feel cheated if I don't cry."

"...Fuck," he hissed, surprisingly. Both girls turned to look over their shoulders at him...and noticed his dick had turned rock-hard, looking at them both bent over and offering their tails to him. Stepping up behind Nayeli, he gently and affectionately squeezed her rump. "Yeah...I'd rather fuck you than spank you right now."

Nayeli giggled, laying her head down once more and swinging her rump invitingly against his hands. "Then be firm with that, too. After you've left a print on me."

Sarahi laid down beside her, smiling at her friend and lover. "Don't forget me. I'm ready to be nice to you again, in whatever way you want."

"I'm gonna fuck your face with Nayeli's honey still wet on my dick," he promised.

Sarahi breathed a lusty breath, running her tongue over her lips as she continued to gaze at Nayeli. "Oh, fuck, that does sound delicious..." Blushing a little, Nayeli nodded, bumping her rump against Oro to coax him into getting started...

She didn't shriek. Not like Sarahi, anyway. Hers were more quiet little yelps that she muffled behind her hand when she thought she was getting too loud. And while she might accuse Oro of not being very rough with her, Sarahi could tell just by the sound that he wasn't being unfairly gentle, either. When the last blow had fallen, Nayeli continued to lay on her belly, sniffling and forcing herself to take long, slow breaths instead of the sharp gasps her lungs instinctively wanted.

"Gods forgotten, you even make that look hot," Sarahi whispered, leaning down to kiss her tear-streaked cheek, "Even more than the twins. I am such a wuss when it comes to this."

Nayeli chuckled and patted her paw reassuringly. Oro took her legs and rolled her onto her back, resting her ankles on his shoulders. On her back, she could breathe a little better, and hummed appreciatively when he began softly, carefully kneading the sting out of her warm bottom. "...You're kidding," he grunted just as he was getting started. His dick, resting semi-hard in the bed of her muffin, could feel the heat radiating from her, and the fresh dampness of the fur there. "You enjoyed that?"

Sarahi also quirked a curious brow as Nayeli nodded, still making herself take long, deep breaths. "Sarahi and I...would have been a good match," she admitted, looking at the Sha'khari, "You like doing things that make us uncomfortable, though you're careful not to take it too far. I...kind of like being made uncomfortable. The thought of steeling myself...proving my willingness...for your enjoyment...excites me," she blushed as she explained. "Of course, when I say it out loud, it just sounds like some kind of bravado."

The Sha'khari shook her head, bending down to give the Lioness a soft kiss on the lips. "I think it's sweet. And I'm totally going to take advantage of it," she winked, earning a giggle from Nayeli.

"Mm...you didn't enjoy it as much as I thought you might, though," the Lioness noted of her husband, not much harder than he'd been after Sarahi's handling of him, "Are we not as satisfying as the Runepaws?"

Oro frowned a little. "I told you before: I don't like bringing pain to people I like. Nothing against the twins...but there are only three names on that list, and two of them are on this bed. No, it's not satisfying to do this to you."

Sarahi gave him a soft smile over her shoulder, bumping her hips against Nayeli's in a subtle plea for him to touch her, too. "Who's the third, out of curiosity?" the Sha'khari asked.

"Tuli," he answered like it should have been obvious, "Though it's easy for me to imagine her liking this even more than you. Your mom is weird like that."

Nayeli rolled her eyes. "I like it better when you call her 'Tuli' now. It's kind of weird to me being reminded of our relationship while you talk about how she is in bed...or having us both."

Oro quirked a brow with a smirk. "Then from now on, I'm only going to refer to her as 'your mom' around you, and you can get your masochistic pleasure from that."

The Lioness rolled her eyes again, giving him a playful kick with one foot, though she was smiling gently at him. "You jerk. Quit playing with my tail and stuff me, so we can go to bed. You too, Sarahi," she reached out and poked an accusing finger into the Sha'khari's upper belly, "Spit-roast?"

"Never in a million years," Sarahi cooed as she climbed fully onto the bed and turned herself around, "Would I have imagined you liking little bedroom games like this."

"Only in the bedroom," Nayeli reminded her as Sarahi laid back down on her side with her haunches beside the Lioness' head. Nayeli reached out to gently stroke the Sha'khari's dick, appreciating how much firmer she was than Oro at the moment. "If it ever gets mentioned in public, I will die on the spot from shame," she warned, then put herself out of any further conversation by filling her mouth with Sarahi's shaft, humming happily as her husband filled her other lips with his at about the same time.

Sarahi sighed with pleasure, fondling her own breasts and leaning forward to share short, noisy kisses with Oro, much like she and Nayeli had been doing when he first walked in. The Lioness underneath them enjoyed the sight, running her tongue around the cock in her mouth each time they came together.

The Sha'khari was the first to finish. Her front paws began kneading the bed, careful to keep her claws well-sheathed, and her tail began whipping the mattress with the effort of keeping her back legs still for Nayeli's safety. "Oh, get ready, pussycat," she warned breathily before pressing her mouth to Oro's once more and holding it there, putting her arms around his back and pulling him in. Nayeli appreciated the warning, and reached up to gently fondle Sarahi's sac, giving her that last bit of stimulation to put her over the edge. The Lioness swallowed each strong pulse as it filled her mouth...and shifted her legs to lock her ankles behind Oro's back.

With a coat of Sarahi's milk still thick on her tongue, Nayeli hit her climax right behind her second husband, walls clenching tight around her first husband's shaft. He continued to rock inside her gently throughout her orgasm, though he slowed the pace to keep her comfortable. Sarahi lightly stroked their lover's tummy, watching the pleasure play across her face with a fond smile.

When Nayeli's body relaxed, the Sha'khari licked her lips with a lusty smile at Oro. "You promised to feed me," she reminded him, opening her mouth wide with a playful grin.

"...Fuck," the Rabbit growled, already near the verge of his own climax when she flashed her throat at him, filling him with the inexplicable desire to stuff something down it. Ever since she'd discovered this little fetish of his, Sarahi had made a point of finding some excuse to let him look down her throat almost nightly.

"No fair," Nayeli cooed between labored breaths as Oro pulled out of her, turning his hips toward Sarahi, "You're going to have to share."

"Mm-hmm," Sarahi agreed happily as Oro pushed her head down onto his throbbing cock. He almost didn't make it in time, and Sarahi was slightly disappointed that she didn't get to enjoy the taste of Nayeli's honey coating his skin a little longer before his pouring milk overwhelmed it. But she wasn't about to complain. She ran her tongue lightly along the underside of his pulsing shaft, drawing every drop all the way to the tip with each spurt, until the pulses started to slow. Saving the last couple in her mouth, the Sha'khari very carefully let him slide free and turned to Nayeli, who by now was ready and waiting beside her.

Their lips sealed together and their tongues swirled around each other as they shared their husband's milk. Nayeli stole most of that serving, tipping her head back to savor it as she swallowed, and Sarahi kissed her flashing throat as it went down. "I love you," the Sha'khari whispered to her unofficial wife.

"And I love you," Nayeli answered her second husband, lowering her chin to kiss Sarahi's cheek.

"And I love you," Sarahi turned to her unofficial husband, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

"Likewise," the Rabbit answered softly, if not as passionately as she might have wished.

"And I love you," Nayeli added, smiling fondly up at him. Oro answered her with a firm, possessive kiss. Sarahi chuckled, and licked both of their chins while they were lip-locked.

"I'm tired now," Oro sighed as they broke the kiss, and both his wives nodded their agreement, rearranging themselves to make room for him on the bed again as he crawled onto it. With their heads resting against her warm side, and Sarahi's pillowed on Nayeli's thigh, they all fell contentedly to sleep.

2. Kylan's Reward / Diya's Reflection

It was Friday. Dinner was done. So was the movie they made a habit of sitting down to watch together every week. As the closing credits started to roll, a subtle tension crept into the room. Friday was a significant day in this family, though the significant event did not happen quite as regularly as they first imagined, thanks to Sarahi and Nayeli both sharing Oro's bed most nights. But even so, if he was going to give relief to any of the other three, tonight was the night he'd do it. And it had been long enough since the last time that they were all starting to feel the need for him...

"Hey, Kylan," Oro grunted, breaking the silence and the tension before either could become genuinely uncomfortable, "I owe you something...I'd like to pay back tonight. That good for you?"

Kylan blinked, swallowed, and nodded slowly. "By 'owe something', did you mean...?"

Oro just rolled his eyes and nodded, getting to his feet and heading for the stairs up to the bedrooms. Kylan skipped after him quickly, followed naturally by his sister. The surprising one was Nayeli, who also got up to join their little train headed for the stairs, leaving her mother and Sarahi with heads tilted curiously...and hardly suppressed giggles as the obvious answer presented itself.

"Well this is a nice surprise," Diya smirked, noticing the Lioness at her heels.

Nayeli offered a sheepish smile. "Maybe not as nice as you think...but I hope it is." Her answer made the little female arch a quizzical brow.

At the top of the stairs, instead of turning toward the twins' room, or even his own, Oro pushed open the bathroom door, nodding for Kylan to follow. He intercepted Diya before she could do the same, though, imposing himself in the doorway. "Nothing personal," he growled, "But this time...it's going to be one-on-one." He nodded toward her and her brother's room. "Let Nayeli entertain you until we're done. I'll come for you then," he promised, then closed the door before she could refuse.

Diya blinked at the white, painted wood, then looked over her shoulder at Nayeli. "Okay...that's a first. First in a long time, actually," she blinked again, trying to remember the last time she and her brother had been apart for any kind of "leisure activity".

"Yeah," Nayeli nodded, "That's why he asked me to come along, so you wouldn't feel lonely, or think he's just ignoring you. We both guessed it's been a while since you and your brother weren't together." She gestured vaguely toward the same door Oro had. "Cards?"

Diya blinked one last time...then gave the Lioness a sly smile...

"You're not going to freak out on me, are you?" Oro grunted as the door closed behind him.

Kylan chuckled, leaning back against the counter with his arms stretched out along the marble. "No. We're close, not co-dependent. A little warning would have been nice, though," he admitted, "I'm not wearing my sexiest panties." In fact, Oro had (naturally) picked one of the rare days the twins had opted not to wear skirts or the like. They always dressed as a matching pair, but today that meant hi-cut denim shorts in spite of the cold weather, and snug, pastel tee-shirts with mildly inappropriate prints. The sort of thing they would never wear outside the house...because they hadn't planned on leaving the house today.

"That's fine," the Rabbit sighed, rubbing his head, "Does me no good to pretend you're a girl, anyway."

Kylan nodded, rolling to one side until he was leaning against the counter with his denim-covered posterior pushed out behind him and tail subtly raised. "Yeah...that makes it a lot harder, huh?" Any guy that didn't already know he was a boy...and even some that did, probably...would have found the pose dangerously inviting and attractive. Oro's brow rose more than his interest. "So what do you have in mind to do about it?"

To his surprise, Oro laid a hand on the small of his back, keeping him bent over. The Rabbit unsnapped the little strap above his tail, loosening the shorts just enough that he could push the waistline down over the tight curve of Kylan's rump, along with his polka-dotted panties. Glancing over his shoulder, quiet but curious, Kylan realized what was happening just before the first blow landed...and made no attempt to quell the squeal that the sting forced from his lips, though his hips began squirming instinctively.

"Hold still," Oro growled, "And apologize."

"Apologize...," Kylan whispered thoughtfully, though not in protest. This had been what started his infatuation, and the fading burn on his rump still left behind an erotic warmth even now. He remembered even Oro had seemed turned-on that afternoon in their room. "A power-rush", he'd called it. Yeah...they could both use a bit of that right now. "Apologize," he said again, looking around the room, "It's been a while..."

"Yeah," Oro huffed, sounding irritated. This played well to his personality, too, giving him some justification for venting his natural brutality without going overboard. Maybe they ought to make more regular sessions of it...

Laying his cheek on the cold marble, Kylan closed his eyes and spread his feet a little wider. "I'm sorry," he began, "For letting Sarahi fuck it first. She's even bigger than you, and it felt wonderful. I'm a little worried...you might not be enough now."

He shrieked again as Oro clapped his other cheek, keeping him firmly pinned against the counter. "Six this time," the Rabbit declared, "Not because I care who you fuck, but because you're making it personal."

Kylan nodded, accepting the count, and was careful to keep his grin hidden. It was working. Oro was going to enjoy this...probably. Now, so long as Kylan's tastes hadn't changed in the last few months...

A short minute later, he was a red-cheeked, hot-bottomed, weeping, horny mess on the bathroom floor. "Ohh," he groaned, carefully massaging his own tush, "For mercy's sake, fuck me now!" At some point during his squirming and kicking, he'd managed to finish getting out of his shorts and panties already. A quick peek at the front of Oro's pants proved the effort had been successful as well. Now, they just needed to strike while the proverbial iron was hot...even if his rump was also the same.

For a moment, he and Oro seemed to be on the same page. The Rabbit pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it, almost contemptuously, over Kylan's bare legs before opening his pants and shoving them down around his ankles. The little male closed his eyes, tucked his legs a little more, and took a deep breath, preparing to be invaded raw...until Oro grabbed his arm, hoisted him to his feet, and pulled his own shirt over his head before shoving him in the direction of the shower. "Get it warm," the Rabbit ordered, scooping up a bottle Diya and Kylan kept beside the tub.

Kylan fought the urge to watch the Rabbit prepare himself, imagining the strong hand stroking lube over that thick...it was a hard fight, but thankfully brief. The water had barely gotten from cold to lukewarm before Oro pushed the smaller Feline into the stall, then face-first into the corner. Kylan braced his hands against the tile, pushing his hips back against the Rabbit about to dominate him, but Oro pressed even his hips into the wall, until his cock was grinding in the corner.

"If you want me to stop," Oro growled softly in his ear even as the Rabbit pulled his captive's tail up his back, "Just say so. I'm gonna try to make this quick...but that probably means rough, coming from me."

Kylan quickly shook his head, resting his face in the corner. "Oh fuck...I've been dying...just get started, already!" he begged, nudging his hips back against Oro's, keeping him trapped here. Oro reached around his hips, taking the smaller cock in his fist...and pulled Kylan's hips back at the same time as he thrust forward.

The little male understood. Dicks were more tolerable. The sight, the scent, the very thought...everything about a tail-hole was a turn-off to Oro. The shower, and the psychological sense of cleanliness that came with it, would help mitigate that. But even so...he was making a concession to Kylan, not indulging himself. Kylan appreciated that. He'd do his best to be a pleasing partner, and not keep the Rabbit uncomfortable for longer than necessary. Even so...he did wish Oro had been a little slower stuffing himself up that small, tight hole.

Kylan did keep that scream down to a dull groan, not wanting to worry the Rabbit humping his back. Within seconds, his tongue was hanging out with the effort of breathing, and his rock-hard erection was tapping the tile tantalizingly. It was amazing...way better than the dildo he'd made. If letting Sarahi ride him had been a mistake, this was a critical error. Oro was just the right girth to be both filling and (mostly) comfortable sliding in and out of the smaller male's tail-hole. He already wanted it more...

Oro took a grip on each shoulder. Kylan could feel the swell behind his tail, and braced for what he knew was coming. Driving down and forward firmly, the Rabbit buried himself up to the balls in the happily squealing male, and finally hit orgasm. Kylan, pinned in place despite his whole body feeling limp as jelly, decorated the tiles with his own seed as Oro poured into him. The little Feline whimpered happily the whole time.

He was a little surprised Oro didn't straight-up drop him the moment the Rabbit stopped twitching. "You okay?" he grunted instead, keeping supportive hands on Kylan's back, though he released much of the pressure to provide Kylan the opportunity to stand on his own power again.

Kylan nodded, breathing deep, deliberate breaths. "Oh...fuck...yeah," he confirmed, "Better than you want to know, probably." Spreading his feet and pushing away from the wall a little, the little male checked his balance before giving his hips a little bounce, indicating Oro should pull out. The Rabbit did, and gently enough, then immediately snatched up the soap and turned toward the spray, where he washed himself thoroughly...three times over.

Turning his back to the corner, Kylan leaned against it, watching Oro with a satisfied grin and letting his abused backside relax. "Well...consider the debt well paid, though I told you you didn't need to do this at all."

"I did," Oro insisted, though with a scowl, "I'm a brute and a bastard. I'd like to at least be known as a man who keeps his word...for better or worse. And before you ask...yes, we can do it again, sometime. Try not to ask too soon."

Kylan's tongue ran over his lips at the unexpected promise. "Wow...what did I do to make you so indulgent all of a sudden?"

Oro stopped his lathering, and blew a long exhale into the spray. "Sarahi reminded me of something...and I didn't like it," he grunted, finally turning to face the Feline, "Look, you're only stuck here because you wanted to be a friend to someone who, frankly, should have stayed an acquaintance, maybe good for the occasional fling. Since then...you've been a good friend. While I like to think I haven't been any more of a jerk to you than I naturally am to the world as a whole, I am naturally a jerk to the world as a whole, and you've put up with that without one complaint that I can remember. You haul your weight, you help with the bills, and for reasons I don't want to understand you even go out of your way to try to look attractive to me."

The Rabbit paused with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest, like the smaller male might have something to say to that or want to make some kind of argument. When he didn't, Oro continued, "You deserve better than you've gotten so far. At least from me. So there's my thanks, and a proper reward," he sighed, "I'll...try not to be so stingy with it, going forward."

Kylan made a low whistle. "Wow, she must have chewed you out royally or something," he rocked his head from side to side, "It's not so bad, though, you know? I don't think you give yourself enough credit. Or your housemates. I don't regret the sacrifices I make here...and I get other rewards you're probably selling short," he chuckled, nodding to the distorted colors of his girly-clothes piled on the floor outside.

Oro grunted with a nod. "Well, I'm glad. For what it's worth, if my tastes did swing that way at all, you'd be irritatingly cute most days. I'm surprised Sarahi doesn't jump you more often," he admitted, turning back to the spray to finish rinsing clean.

Kylan chuckled, accepting the soap and beginning to scrub himself down as well. "Kind of like you, it takes more than clothes to fool her tastes," he mused, "And I'm pretty sure there's only one boy she's really interested in. She's nice enough to indulge me, though."

Oro nodded, accepting what he thought was a compliment, and slipped out of the shower to dry off. He waited patiently for Kylan to finish cleaning up and toweling off as well, but stopped him before he could reach for his clothes. "Don't bother," the still-naked Rabbit rolled his eyes, "We're not quite done yet. I will eat a plank of wood if I'm wrong." So the pair of shamelessly naked males stepped out of the bathroom and pushed open the door to the twins' room.

Both girls jumped slightly when the door opened, giving startled looks to the boys as they entered. Nayeli was on the bed, laying on her back with her face mostly hidden between Diya's thighs. The Lioness' hands were pinned down on either side of her head, trapped under her captor's knees as Diya crouched over her face. Nayeli was still fully clothed, but Diya had discarded her shorts and panties so that she could grind her pussy on her captive's muzzle.

"I don't care who you fuck in this house," Oro declared, pointing at Diya even though he directed the question at Nayeli, "But just to be clear...should I be pissed off?"

Looking a little worried on Diya's behalf, Nayeli slowly shook her head...which caused the smaller female to groan as her nose dragged against Diya's pearl. Diya raised up on her knees to free the Lioness' face, holding herself steady on the headboard. "No, dear husband," Nayeli assured him gently, licking the honey from her lips and whiskers as her hands remained trapped under Diya, "I subjected myself to this willingly...if not wittingly."

"She's bad at cards," Diya giggled, nodding to the evidence of what might have been a poker game on the little desk under the window.

The Rabbit arched a brow. "This seems a bit much for strip-poker," he noted, approaching the bed and catching Diya's tail before the little Feline could move off from Nayeli, "And where do you think you're going?"

Diya looked from his face to the hand gripping her tail and back up...then down at Nayeli, still stuck underneath her hips. "Um...kind of a mix of poker and truth-or-dare, actually. Are...is this really what we're doing now?" she asked as he pushed her a little closer to the headboard, straddling Nayeli's belly as he climbed up behind the smaller Feline, "Right here?"

"You seemed comfortable enough a minute ago," Oro noted, lining up his dick with her entrance, just above Nayeli's nose. "You're okay with it, right?" he asked the Lioness beneath them.

She frowned at him, but only a little. "'Okay' might be stretching it," she sighed, flexing the fingers of her trapped hands, "So would 'comfortable', for that matter. But if it will help you to be a little nicer to her, I'll endure it." Nayeli gave a smile in greeting to Kylan. "Was he good to you, at least?"

"Heh...maybe a bit more than 'good'," the little male admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Augh!" Diya cried out above her, drawing Nayeli's attention. Oro's hands had moved around her, sliding under her shirt, and pinched her petite nipples...hard. She kept her hands on the headboard, squeezing it and trembling against the pain even after Oro let her go.

Leaning in close to her ear, the Rabbit warned softly, "I wouldn't say you crossed a line, so that's all you get. But you toed it pretty close. Maybe that would fly in your old house, but not in mine," he finished with a slight growl.

"Oro!" Nayeli scowled, genuinely angry now, "That is uncalled for! Time out, Diya! Let me up!"

The little Feline didn't take her knees off the Lioness' hands. In fact, she made a point of keeping them pinned as Nayeli tried to pull out from under her. Tears fell onto the pillow above the Lioness' head, streaming down from Diya's cheeks. "No," the little female whispered as her throat tightened, staring down at the pillow with a distant gaze, "No...that's exactly what's called for. You break the rules, you get punished. You hurt someone, or make them uncomfortable, you get punished. Or at least apologize. Maybe both..."

Nayeli looked up in concern, giving up on fighting both of the bodies determined to keep her pinned down. "Diya? You didn't hurt me. I'm fine. You're fine. Look at me, please."

She did, with a slight sniffle, but there was the beginnings of a smile underneath her watering eyes. "That's how it's supposed to go. I always wanted...Mom to do that. To care what we did...not just whether anyone saw." The smile cracked, and a fresh flow of tears started raining down in Nayeli's hair before Diya put her face on her hands on the headboard. "I'm sorry, Nayeli," she whispered through the tears, though not out of concern that Nayeli had been hurt or offended.

Oro put an arm around her, pulling her away from the headboard and against his chest, then rolled to the side to let Nayeli out from underneath them. He scooted his back up against the headboard, sitting cross-legged, and deposited her in the nest of his thighs with her back against him. From there...he just let her cry. This had been rather more response than he'd expected, and not his intention in the first place. He wasn't sure what else to do for her until she worked through it. None of them were, including her brother.

Diya let her tears fall into her shirt, pulled up to her face. They didn't last long, but when she finally pulled the cloth over her head and away from her eyes, she looked exhausted. Completely naked, she reclined against Oro's strong chest, taking slow, deep breaths to calm herself, and placed his hands over her modest breasts before wrapping her arms over them, as if cold.

"Hey, you okay?" the Rabbit asked softly, ignoring what she'd done with his hands for the time being.

"...Maybe," came her hesitant answer, "Forgotten gods, that was a shock." She swallowed the lump in her throat hard. "That was perfect, though. You caught me right on the money. I was pushing the boundaries...seeing how much I could get away with. It's a bad habit. That's what I used to do at home...I guess to get Mom's attention. Whew!" she sighed, leaning her head back against him and closing her stinging eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, she looked sincerely at Nayeli. "I'm am sorry, Nayeli. I took advantage of you."

The Lioness shook her head, crawling onto the bed to give the little female a kiss on the forehead...and on the lips. "You asked. I agreed. No part of that suggests you took advantage of anything," she insisted reassuringly, "Although...it seems like you needed that."

Diya nodded quickly. "Oh yeah," she sighed again, "There's a reason I wanted those spankings even more than Kylan." Looking up at Oro a little tiredly, her hand drifted between and below her legs idly, finding his dick gone completely limp at this point. "We'll have to do something about that," she remarked absently, pulling it out from under her rump and gently running her thumb around the head, "You still have a spell to satisfy."

Oro arched a dubious brow. "Are you okay with that?" he asked in mild surprise, "Hell of a night you're having. There's no rule against doing this tomorrow or something, you know."

She nodded slowly, closing her eyes as she began to stroke him more earnestly. "Nothing personal, Oro...but not once since we came to this house have I actually wanted you to fuck me. That was always the spell talking. Until just now," she promised, stretching her neck out to kiss the underside of his chin. Then she gave one more apologetic look to Nayeli. "I don't mind if you stay, but I know you're not the type who likes to watch...so now might be a good time to leave, if you want. Kylan, if she goes, can I ask you for some privacy, too? I'm going to feel bad ignoring you so completely."

All three of them gave her concerned looks...not least Oro, who was apparently the one expected to stay with her in this condition. But when she seemed sincere, Nayeli nodded and gave them both one more kiss on the forehead before backing off the bed. "Come on, sweetie," she said softly to Kylan, offering him her hand, "Let's go see if Sarahi wants to fool around while they're busy..."

The door clicked closed, and the room suddenly felt uncomfortably quiet, at least to Oro. Diya didn't seem to be in any hurry to start a conversation, either. She just reclined against him, idly stroking his cock between her legs for several long minutes. "Be honest," she said quietly at last, "Do you like me? I don't mean 'love'. I mean...does the sight of me in the house make you angry, or uncomfortable, or sad? Or is it comforting, or encouraging, or exciting?" She knew better than to hold her breath on any of those last three, but she was just making the distinction clear.

Oro's lip curled a little, suspecting a trap but also dubious she had the wherewithal to set one after that little episode a moment ago. "If that's the kind of 'like' we're talking about," he answered slowly, "I don't like anyone except Nayeli and Sarahi...and sometimes even they get fuzzy. Honestly, when I see the rest of you, I just start to feel--"

"Shhh," she cut him off before he could go further, "Don't get too deep. I'm not fit to deal with two breakdowns in one night," she warned. Then she nodded her acceptance of his first answer. "That's what I expected. And I understand. I don't usually like you, either."

When she didn't immediately follow that up with anything else, Oro prompted, "What are you getting at, exactly? I can't say it's helping the mood," he noted, making a deliberate effort to twitch the length of flesh still practically limp in her fingers.

"Sorry," she turned to rub her cheek against his chest briefly, "Considering my approach, given how wrung out I suddenly feel, and that you don't like me. Sorry to say I don't have the energy to role-play this time...so I think we'll go with this," she decided at last, leaning forward to crawl out of his lap but turning right back around to kneel in front of him, close enough for their knees to touch. "I'm going to bow down and worship your cock until it's up again. Try to think of me as a sex-slave, or a very young Nayeli, or anything else that might get you excited. You don't have to tell me what. I don't really care," she insisted, despite patting his thigh affectionately as she said it, "As soon as you're hard, push me into whatever position you want and fuck me like you never want me in your house again. Be rough, be rude...I won't even complain about abusive. Leave me all my teeth and don't accidentally kill me and we're all good."

Oro frowned at that. "Just what type of monster do you take me for?" he growled, "I don't like you, but I don't hate you, either."

"I know," she replied evenly, "That why I feel safe saying this. You're not actually the type of guy who'll cross those lines...which is kind of weird, given how short your fuse is. But my point is that...you shouldn't worry about whether or not I'm enjoying it. Just do you. I'm going to be getting off on a completely different train of thought, so don't worry about it. I'll use the safe word if I really can't take it after all."

"What's the safe word?" Oro quirked a brow. He was just barely familiar with the concept, and never expected to be with anyone who actually put it into practice.

"'The safe word'," Diya repeated with emphasis, "It's as clear as anything I could ever think of, and no one uses that phrase unless they're talking about it. So Kylan and I just use that. If you hear it, please stop."

He took a deep breath through the nose, and exhaled it slowly through the mouth. "...I told this to your brother," he started to say, "In spite of everything...you guys have been very good friends. I--"

"Stop, stop," she braced a hand on his chest to put the other one over his mouth, silencing him, "I told you not to get deep. I can't handle anymore right now. I trust you...especially right now...so let's just leave it at that tonight. I'm starting." And with no more warning than that, she kissed his nose and then laid on her tummy across his ankles. Diya lowered her face to his crotch and lifted his dick to her lips, kissing it softly before running her tongue along the underside and around the head. "You really do taste good," she muttered under her breath, cupping her other hand under his sac and drawing it forward to lavish it with similar affections.

The moment his length began to stretch out, she dove on it with eyes closed and mouth open, bobbing her head up and down in his lap, occasionally twisting her neck slightly as she sucked him up. Oro grit his teeth, letting her work him as she saw fit. Her face was stone-cold serious, but the little sounds she made between kisses and slurps suggested she was enjoying herself, too.

"It's about time," he warned her in a low growl as his dick finished filling out in her mouth. Diya didn't answer, but looked up at him and gave him a long, slow blink. The rise and fall of her head slowed its pace, and she kept near the tip, just holding his arousal while she waited for him to decide what to do with her.

She didn't have to wait long. Oro put a firm hand on the back of her neck, lifting her off his dick and then pushing her face down into the mattress. "If I do what you asked," he warned as he began to scoot around behind her, keeping her head pinned down, "You're going to get hurt." Diya voluntarily raised her tail and lifted her hips higher as he crouched behind her, heedless of his warnings. "I tried to imagine, just once, what it might be like to have another woman, if Nayeli refused me." Lifting her neck and placing his other hand on her rump, Oro shoved her forward roughly, until her face nearly smacked against the headboard, protected by the pillows. Taking the hint, she braced her hands against the wood. "The only part of that I imagined enjoying just drove the point home..." He crawled up snug behind her again, finding her entrance and resting his rock-hard dick against it, then gathered her legs together underneath her, closing her thighs for maximum pressure. Oro hunched over her back to growl the last part in her ear. "Without her, or at least Sarahi, I'm just a fucking animal, and I would fuck like one."

Her breath was coming fast, expecting him to drive into her any second. Diya tried not to get nervous now, after she'd laid out the rules...but he was big compared to her, and stronger than his size suggested. He could hurt her almost without trying...and while he seemed to be aware of that, he also seemed to be suggesting he didn't intend to hold back much. She wasn't going to, either, though. "Come on, then," she huffed, rocking her hips back against him, "Fuck your bitch. She's ready."

He swatted her rump, hard enough to sting and cause her to squeal but not quite on the level he used when spanking her. "I just told you you'd get hurt," he grunted, taking a grip on her tail and pulling her back slowly toward him, "I appreciate the thought, though. Pinning you down like some bitch I had to hunt...forcing you to submit, under my teeth if necessary...then fucking so hard you lost all hope of fighting back...that's kind of exciting," he admitted as he finished settling inside her rather more gently than she'd expected.

Diya blinked, and looked back over her shoulder, trying to confirm the thought in her head with something in his eyes. But they were closed, and his teeth set in determination, as the hand on her tail and the other hugging her hip began to work her posterior back and forth in short, firm strokes. Diya licked her lips thoughtfully, then pushed herself up enough to get a grip on the top of the headboard instead of bracing against its base. "Just to be perfectly clear, before you start for real," she looked over her shoulder again and declared, "This is still entirely consensual. I haven't changed my mind at all."

He opened one eye, arching the eyebrow like he wasn't sure what she was referring to...but smirked underneath it. "Who are you trying to reassure?"

She just chuckled at that, then pulled hard on the headboard to draw herself up and away from him. She almost got completely off him. Oro let her tail slide through his hand almost to the end before clamping his grip down, and the hand above her thigh pulled back fiercely, drawing her back down into his lap. She groaned a little at how hard and fast the fall made him fill her, but twisted her hips, grinding her rump against his groin, and managed to work one of her legs loose enough to plant the foot flat on the mattress. Pushing off hard, Diya just managed to roll onto her side before he halted her, snugging her muff up tight against his pelvis again. Planting her free foot on his chest next, she kicked off hard once more, and nearly got free before he let go of her tail to knock her braced leg up over his shoulder. Taking a tight grip on the extended thigh, he pulled her back in again with a fierce grunt, and Diya groaned as she was filled again.

The next several minutes were a strange sort of wrestling match. Diya genuinely tried to get away, making a clear aim of the door. Oro made just as genuine a show of his strength, overwhelming her efforts each time before she could get fully free of his dick. It was obvious, after certain grips, that he deliberately gave her the slack she needed to try another move, and she took advantage of each and every one. In the end, she made it as far as the edge of the bed, and almost into the floor. But being suspended upside-down with her back to the mattress didn't leave her with a lot of options from there, unless he was willing to drop her entirely. Any push she made only drove her up against him again, and when she lifted her hands off the floor he deliberately squatted, driving her shoulders down into the carpet and his dick down into her tunnel.

Fortunately for her, that seemed to be the last straw for him. He grunted, breathing hard, and sat back down on the edge of the bed with her thighs wrapped around either side of his hips. She could feel the tell-tale twitch inside her tight-stretched walls. "Ugh...help me up," she begged, offering her hand to him. He pulled her up, and she wrapped her arms around his chest, leaning against him and squeezing tight with both arms and legs as he filled her with his pleasure.

"Mph...you...okay?" he grunted between spurts as the frequency tapered off.

Diya nodded against his chest, still holding tight to him. "Probably going to be careful how I walk in the morning, but it's not bad. Shouldn't have tried to go over backwards." She rubbed the back of his shoulder with one hand as he finally stopped twitching and began to soften. "Kind of wish you'd kept me in the pin before that, actually. The grip was comfortable, and I was getting tired."

"Heh...not too rough, then?" Oro chuckled, scooting back more and turning to lay her on the bed.

Diya shook her head as she settled on her back, glad to be able to have a real break. "You controlled yourself well. Thanks for that. It was...actually kind of fun. Satisfying for you?"

"Enough," he grunted, indicating his softened dick as he got on his knees at her feet...and then pushed her knees apart.

"Wait...what are you doing?" Diya blinked, surprised to find him crouching over her again, though rather lower down this time.

In a return to true Oro form, the Rabbit gave her an annoyed look, like it should have been obvious. "Unless you were extremely quick and subtle during that little tussle, you still haven't got yours. I won't leave you hanging," he promised, slowly lowering his face to her exposed muff.

The physically and emotionally exhausted Feline was tempted to tell him not to worry about it. The spell was satisfied. She would be able to get herself off tomorrow...or later tonight, if she awoke with the mood. But he still had a lot more energy than she did, and would argue...and it was one of the things she found sweet about him, that he cared about giving as good as he got. Even to the girl he didn't like. So she just let her thighs relax, and laid a hand lightly on his head as his tongue made its first tentative laps over her labia. "Hm-hm...do you ever make Sarahi work this hard? Or Nayeli?" she asked idly as he wet her lower lips.

"Sarahi...has too many...damn legs," he grunted between licks, "Couldn't...pin enough...of her down...if I tried." Diya giggled at that, easily picturing how awkward that struggle would be. What she couldn't picture was Nayeli even trying, even playfully. Might just as well try to picture her pinning him down. It wasn't in the nature of their relationship, nor in Nayeli's in particular.

Her hand wandered from the back of his head, tracing up one of his long ears to the scarred, tattered tip. She took both of them gently, and laid the thin skin over her breasts, rubbing her nipples through them and enjoying the velvety feel of the fine fur there. "Hey," she said quietly, lightly flexing her thighs against his cheeks to let him know he should listen, "That feels really nice, so if I finish, don't take it personally that it isn't loud. I'm just really tired. And if I fall asleep before I get that far...it's okay to leave me. Okay?"

He nodded silently as his tongue dipped into her tunnel and then traced around her pearl, never desisting from his work. Diya closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the play of his tongue over her sensitive places. It took quite a while, and she was genuinely surprised to be awake by the time it hit, but he eventually coaxed a sofly sighed orgasm out of her. She rubbed her pearl against the offered tip of his tongue as the tension inside her released, finally letting her fully relax all the way down to her heart. He pulled the blanket over her after that and left her comfortably asleep.

3. Nayeli's Indulgence

It was already dark before they came back inside, and thoroughly cold. Oro shoved the door open with a tired grumpiness, gesturing for Sarahi, dressed even less warmly than he was, to go in first. They were pleasantly surprised to be met by Nayeli, coming from the kitchen with a mug of hot cocoa for each of them, just as they were tucking their weapons behind the door. "You've been working hard," the Lioness greeted, handing Sarahi her cup as she leaned over to give Oro a brief kiss on the cheek. Then Nayeli pressed his mug into his hands, giving a similar kiss to Sarahi's cheek...and briefly whispered something into her ear.

The Sha'khari grinned, then stole a brief kiss from Nayeli's lips. "Sure. That'll be fine. Thanks for the chocolate," she added, chasing the kiss down with a sip of cocoa.

"Anytime, dear," the Lioness promised, "You two get warmed up. I've still got a little homework left to do, so take your time." She sauntered off back to the breakfast nook, which had become her unofficial study, while the Rabbit and Sha'khari took a load off in the livingroom, where Tuli was watching the last quarter of a movie with the twins.

"Good workout?" Kylan asked idly as they joined, Oro flopping into a recliner so hard he nearly splashed his drink, and Sarahi curling up comfortably in the floor in front of the couch.

"Sure," Oro grunted, "Getting fucking cold out there now, but it takes a while to set in as long as we keep moving."

Sarahi nodded her agreement, swallowing several more sips of the soothingly hot drink. "Oh, but I'm about done with moving for one day," she sighed, stretching each leonine leg and flexing all her toes one by one.

Diya leaned down to massage her shoulders gently. "We left you plenty of hot water," she advised, "That should help."

"Oh yes," the Sha'khari sighed, though whether to the promise of a bath or the massage was hard to tell. She finished her cocoa quickly, and gratefully let Diya continue to rub her shoulders until Oro set his empty cup aside. Then the Sha'khari got her paws under her again, taking him lightly by the hand as she headed to the stairs. "Come on," she urged softly...and grinned when he didn't resist, or even look annoyed. Halfway up the steps, she remarked over her shoulder, "You heard, didn't you? The bit about me getting you for a bath, and her getting you for bed tonight?"

Oro made a little circle with the tip of one long ear. "You're going to have to stand a Hell of a lot further away if you want to keep secrets," he snorted. They should know that by now...and truthfully they did, even if they occasionally forgot. This time, though...this time, he suspected Nayeli wanted to give him something to look forward to.

At the top of the stairs, they turned in to the hall bath instead of making for the master bedroom. Both of the house's bathrooms had tubs for her, and large ones at that, but the hall one was better for her to share with others. Sarahi giggled as she started the water running and Oro started pushing down his pants. "When was the last time we did this?" she asked amusedly, dragging her shirt over her head and unhooking her bra, "I'm not sure I remember."

Oro arched a brow, then pulled his own shirt up and over his long ears before answering. "If you mean bathing in general...that time we went swimming at the twins' place," he recalled, "I have never been in the tub with you."

Sarahi nodded happily, stepping forward to put her arms around his naked body, holding it against hers. An excited tingle ran up her back when he did not resist, much less try to pull away. "That's what I thought," she admitted, "There were some things I wanted to do back then. They seem kind of silly now...and tame, compared to what we get up to...but I think I'll indulge myself, if that's okay with you. I'm sure there were things you were tempted to do that day, too, so feel free to live out the fantasy this time."

Oro rolled his eyes...then gently took her chin between his fingers, and leaned in to kiss her, warm and full on the lips. Sarahi's eyes widened for a moment in shock...then closed as she leaned into the affection, returning it earnestly. Her pulse had doubled by the time he let her go. "Fine. Then it's a little backwards," the Rabbit admitted, "But...that's how I wish that day could have ended, instead of how it did."

"Oh you sweet jerk," she sighed happily, savoring the lingering warmth on her lips, "I forgave you for that night, but I am never going to like being reminded of it." Her fingertips traced the faint scars along his left cheek, the last testament to her heartbreak. With a soft exhale, she pulled away from him and turned the water off, climbing carefully into the steamy tub and beckoning him to join her. The warm water felt like an every-day miracle on her cold, exhausted muscles...and especially on the area between her back legs, more exposed to the elements than even she found comfortable today.

Oro stepped in carefully in front of her, sitting down with his back against the tub wall, while she settled in over the remaining length, her front paws laying alongside his thighs and her upper torso less than a hand's width from his. Taking a washcloth and the bar of soap, she began working up a good lather between her hands, smiling at him the entire time. "Anything else you would have changed about that day?"

With a smirk, Oro rubbed her soapy hands between his...then laid them, gently but brazenly, over both of her breasts. "You have no idea how tempting it was to pinch these," he warned her, now giving both mounds a gently appreciative squeeze, "Especially when you started talking about the size of my dick."

Now it was Sarahi's turn to roll her eyes. "Yes, that's very 'Oro' of you. Not 'touch', or 'fondle', or even 'squeeze'...you wanted to 'pinch'," she smirked right back. Laying her soapy hands on his chest in return, Sarahi took a short breath and exhaled. "Well? Go ahead."

With a soft chuckle, Oro ran his thumb lightly around her aoreola, coaxing the pink nipples to stand out from the soft skin, then twisted his wrists to trap both between thumb and finger. Sarahi sucked air between her teeth, still smiling, as he applied more threat than pressure to the sensitive nubs. "It was tempting then. It's not anymore. Bit of a turn-on for you to offer, though."

Sarahi nodded, letting her hands begin roaming his chest and shoulders freely now. "I know you better now than I did then. It's easier to guess what you'll like...and you're still a bit of a jerk," she giggled, "But I don't mind so much anymore. I kind of am, too." They lathered up each other's front, and as his hands dipped into the space between her front legs, diving under the water to caress her lower chest, hers similarly slid between his, caressing his semi-hard cock beneath the water. "Mm...I'm pretty sure I told you that I didn't think you were small, and that I liked the size of you," she grinned, cupping his balls, then sliding her fingers up along his shaft, "Now that I've had it in my mouth, and in my pussy, and under my tail...I just want you to know I was totally right on both points. Gods forgotten, I should have tasted you that day," she sighed, feeling him grow to a full erection in her palm as she talked through the memory. Closing her eyes, Sarahi took a deep breath and dipped her face below the water, sliding him through her lips and letting her tongue caress the underside of his shaft once before coming back up.

Oro was gripping the sides of the tub, apparently fighting the urge to push her face back down on his cock. "Fuck," he hissed, "I'd have beat you senseless for the attempt."

Sarahi tilted her head from side to side. "Probably," she admitted at last, "My spanking definitely would have been worse, and deservedly so. But you indulge me way more than you're willing to admit, sometimes. I might have survived," she smiled, then crawled forward, rising up to put her front paws on the rim of the tub to either side of his head, and sliding her back half forward along the bottom until he could feel her erection gently-but-daringly nudging the underside of his tail.

"Hey! Hey!" Oro balked a bit, gripping the side of the tub tight and tucking his legs to plant his feet against her hips, ready to kick her away. Ironically, the position also opened him up to her more fully, and she very nearly penetrated him without intending to as he scurried to intercept her.

Sarahi giggled, carefully backing her hips away. "See? You let me go very, very far now before you even give me a warning. I think you might have let me get away with a little back then." Sliding back down fully into the tub, she wrapped her arms around his chest, rubbed her cheek briefly against his, then kissed it affectionately. Settling her chin on his shoulder, she continued softly, knowing his sharp ears would catch every word. "Oro...thank you. For coming back after that. After I cut you off. I was so mad, but--"

"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, and she blinked, pulling her head back to see genuine anger on his face. "It pisses me off to be thanked for that," he told her bluntly, "I put you through Hell. I led you on. I broke your heart, after letting you pin all your dreams on me," he admonished, running his thumb along one of the scars on his cheek, "You had it right that day: You don't thank someone for that. You beat the fucking Hell out of them."

Sarahi's smile became a little sorrowful then...even pitying. "You still absolutely refuse to take a compliment," she observed, "But okay. I beat the Hell out of you for it, then, and you came back for more. For me." She pressed her nose to his, then her lips, letting her tongue brush over his briefly. "I'm still pinning my dreams on you, you know. And you're doing a fine job of making them all come true. You will take my thanks for that...or I will fuck you until you scream 'You're welcome!'" she warned with a grin, then cut off any refusal he might have made with another kiss.

Oro took a deep breath when she drew back, quelling whatever emotional rise had been swelling in him during the kiss. Sarahi patted his chest gently. Poor guy...this was probably far from the kind of bath he'd expected. "The water's cooling down," Sarahi noted, pulling away from him a little, "Help me wash my back?" Placing the soapy cloth in his hand, she started to turn in the tub, careful not to slosh the water too much and make the mess. He defeated all her efforts before she got even a quarter turned, dropping the cloth and grabbing her wrist and pulling her down against him hard enough to make her paws slide on the bottom of the tub. Her upper torso basically fell against him as her back legs kicked up over the rim.

The Rabbit gave her a second to steady herself and pull her limbs in, but didn't let go of the grip he'd taken on her upper arms, holding her eye-level with himself. "Fine," he grunted when she was steady again, "If I have to take it, then you have to take mine, too."

Sarahi tilted her head, but nodded. "Okay. For what?"

"Coming back after that day," he echoed her words, "And every day since. I broke your heart. Twice, I'm pretty sure," he turned the scars on the other side of his face to her, then continued enumerating his sins, "I cast a spell that made you a fucking sex-slave. I caused the rift between you and your parents. After all that...you're the only one in this house that wants to be here, instead of just being trapped."

Blinking at him slowly...Sarahi shook her head. "That's not true," she reminded him softly, "Nayeli--"

"Nayeli is forgiving to a fault, dangerously empathetic, and self-sacrificing," he cut her off, "She tolerates it well, and you'll never hear a word of complaint out of her. But if she could go back to the day we cast the spell, she would definitely stop us, even if it meant losing me to you. This is not a situation she can accept, only forgive," he declared with finality. Taking a deep breath, he continued, "Diya is definitely trapped, and even to Kylan I am, at best, a consolation prize. Not even a very good one. Tuli...well, it's hard for me to guess Tuli's real feelings," he admitted, "She and Nayeli row the same boat a lot. But she's under two curses now, because of me. That's not exactly endearing."

Sarahi cupped her hands under his cheeks as his eyes started to fall in shame, lifting his chin and his gaze back up to her. "If that's the way you feel," she asked slowly, ears drooped in disappointment, "Then what makes you think I'm any different? You think very poorly of us, Oro, and I will only forgive you because I think it's a reflection of what you think of yourself, first and foremost."

He ignored her last observation, at least outwardly, but did answer her question: "You're the only one who's happy to come home. After shopping, or running errands, or just taking your weekend jog with Nayeli...everyone else reaches the door and then braces themselves before opening it. Including me. Of us all, you're the only one entirely comfortable here. It shows on your face. It shows in the way you walk right up to any of us. Even when you're hesitant, it's because you're embarrassed of the topic, not because you'd rather not talk to the person." He gnashed his teeth, as though hating what he had to say, and reached up to gently caress her cheek even as she held his. "You do a lot to make living here easier on everybody, and I don't mean chores. And you may think I put up with a lot from you...but I know you put up with a Hell of a lot more from me, and for my sake. Not a day goes by that I don't recognize it. So thank you...for not giving up on me, either."

If her chin could fall any lower she'd be in danger of drowning in the tub. Laying her cheek against his chest, Sarahi put her arms around him and hugged tight. "There you are," she said softly, "It's been a while since I saw you. How've you been?"

"...Huh?" Oro arched a brow, unsure how to answer or what she was implying now.

The Sha'khari chuckled against his chest, kissing him over his heart. "The Rabbit who can break my heart with words so sweet even that feels good, I mean. I miss you, sometimes. You should talk to Oro more often. He could use a rundown," she chuckled, nuzzling his chest. "Okay. You're welcome. Now...the water's getting cold, and you have a wife waiting to make you happy in ways that I can't. We should get out."

He sighed as she pushed back and began coaxing him up, "Fuck, Sarahi--"

"Hm-mm, not tonight," she giggled, taking his hands and sitting back on her haunches, forcing him to choose between getting to his feet or getting dragged into the water, "Though you are definitely getting a piece of me tomorrow, whether you like it or not. So brace yourself." Shaking herself carefully as she stepped out of the tub, Sarahi handed him a towel before taking one for herself. She did let him dry her haunches for her, with a grateful smile, and held his hand as they strolled back into the bedroom.

Nayeli was laying on the bed. They hadn't bothered to close the bathroom door, but were so absorbed in their own talk that neither of them had noticed her come into the bedroom and change into some nightclothes. The Lioness was resting on her side, with her head propped on one hand and the other clutched over her heart. She smiled at them both fondly, but there was clear evidence of moisture in her eyes, threatening to run down her cheeks at any minute. "Sarahi...do you want to stay tonight, after all?"

"...No," the Sha'khari answered with a wistful smile, trotting over to the bed and leaning down just long enough to give her friend and wife a kiss on the lips, "Which means 'always', but you deserve a night to yourself. It's okay. There are going to be a lot of nights after this." Nayeli nodded, returning the kiss gratefully. Sarahi didn't even bother to grab a shirt on her way out the door, and closed it softly behind her before Nayeli could point out the fact.

Oro looked...more tired than when he'd come in from their workout. Nayeli patted the bed beside her, and he dropped the towel around his waist before climbing on to lay next to her. "How much did you hear?"

The Lioness arched a brow in mild surprise. "You really didn't notice? You were focused. Mmm...that's good," she acknowledged, leaning forward to kiss him softly before rolling her back to him, scooting back against his bath-warmed body. "You were saying you couldn't tell what Mom's real feelings are," she informed him, "And then...gosh, things so sweet it kind of hurt to hear it." She looked over her shoulder at him as he put his arms around her and pulled her snug against his body, desiring the contact every bit as much as she did. "Do I really look unhappy to come home, to you?"

"Not unhappy," he was quick to assure her, "Braced. It's like...," he rolled his eyes at the first analogy that came to mind, knowing how trivial it sounded, but went forward with it anyway, "Like starting up a fighting-game. You know the genre. You set the difficulty. You chose to play. The challenges come as no surprise...but there's already a low-grade tension there before the first match even starts, regardless of how anything goes afterward. That's what I see...and feel...when we come home."

Nayeli listened quietly, and nodded when he finished, satisfied. "Good," she sighed softly, relaxing in his arms, "Then you understand that, even if there are 'challenges'...I chose them. I want to engage them. I want to be here, with you."

He kissed the back of her neck, burying his nose in her fur and soothing himself with her scent. "...I know."

"Mmm...I wonder sometimes," she admitted, enjoying the feel of his affections and letting him indulge himself for a moment before rolling over to face him. "You've had a long day. I understand if you're tired. But I've had some things on my mind today, and I want to...'be bad', as Sarahi usually puts it. Will you indulge me, if you have the energy?"

The Rabbit chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pulled her snug against him again, this time burying his face against her collar-bone. "I will indulge you from Death's doorstep, if I can still move at all," he muttered, "Are you going to ask to fuck my tail-hole, too? Do you want me bent over or straddling you?" He chuckled, knowing full well she had no interest in that direction, but would appreciate the significance of the offer...which she did.

Nayeli giggled, running her fingers through the fur between her ears affectionately. "No. I was thinking about the day we got married," she mused, "And how, when I first got home after missing Sarahi, you were...doing some very unexpected things."

He winced, tensing up as the guilt flooded him. "I swear I was just desperate to find you," he sighed into her fur, "There was no excuse, but the worst I would have done was pull her hair, and I didn't even mean to do that. I would never--"

"Shh-shh," she pressed his face into her cleavage to shush him, "I believe you, though I'm not sure you believe me when I say that. This isn't about Mom." Letting him go and gently removing his arms from around her, Nayeli rolled off the bed and sauntered over to one side of the room. Putting her back to the wall, she leaned against it with her wrists crossed above her head, tilting her head to one side as she looked at her husband. "I think it was about like this that you had me. If you hadn't come to your senses, or if there hadn't been a spell behind...all of this...what would you have done next? I've wondered for a while now. At the time...you might not believe me when I say this, either...but I was very hopeful."

He was actually frowning now, sitting at the edge of the bed nearest her. He looked tired. Nayeli started to come back to the bed, to tell him to never mind, and treat him to a real, warm, affectionate wind-down to end the day. But he met her at the first step, taking her shoulders in his hands and pushing her back against the wall again, gently but firmly. She blinked in surprise...then smiled, and waited patiently for him to continue.

"...I swear you two are conspiring," Oro sighed, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers, "To make me relive the most shameful days of my life, in all their disgusting glory."

Nayeli nuzzled his cheek with hers, and let her hands rub his sides for a moment. "Not the shameful part," she insisted, "This part...this moment...the only complaint I ever had was that it ended without satisfaction. I know how that turned out. But if it could have been different at all, in just that moment...what would you do next?"

He looked her in the eyes for a moment, his own full of guilt and regret and yearning...then thrust his lips against hers so hard she couldn't suppress a muffled squeak at the pressure. It was a brief kiss, but so hard that she could feel the strain of it through his whole body, trembling as if it still remembered the desperate charge of that moment. "...That," he told her breathlessly, resting his head against the wall behind her this time as they both breathed heavily.

She nodded, touching her cheek to his reassuringly. "...And then?"

"Probably...," he panted, breathless and quiet for a minute, "Probably...something like this," he answered at last, turning her head toward him to give her a much softer, much warmer, much longer kiss. "I'm sorry," he whispered behind it, "I've wanted to tell you this for years. The time was never right. I never felt like I deserved it, and you always deserved better. But I can't stand it anymore. I love you. I can't wait anymore. I love you."

Nayeli put her arms around him with a sigh, hugging him close. "It's okay," she whispered back, "I love you, too. I have for a long time. I have never wanted anything more, and I don't want to wait anymore, either." She rubbed her cheek against his, then leaned back against the wall again, taking one of his hand in both of hers and placing it over her heart. "Do you want--?"

"Will you marry me?" he asked quickly and suddenly, like he hadn't heard her begin to speak.

"...What?" she blinked, tilting her head curiously.

Oro took a deep breath, looking her in the eyes, then got down on both knees, resting his head against her thighs. "I don't have much to offer. I don't know what I'm doing with my life. I don't know what will become of me. But I know, and I swear, that I will do anything I have to do to keep you safe, and happy, and make a way for us to live comfortably and quietly. I just want to live that life with you." Taking one of her hands, he kissed it softly, unable to raise his eyes to hers again. "Please...I have no right to ask this...but will you marry me?"

She clutched his hands, pulling him to his feet. She couldn't tell anymore if he was just playing the part, or breaking under the regret of the memory. Either way, Nayeli couldn't stand the sight of him brought so low. "I will," she promised breathlessly, pulling him to her, "I will marry you. Right now," she added, kissing his cheek and then his lips, "Come on. Take me to your room, and make me yours forever."

It was a relief, and just a little embarrassing, when he picked her up and wheeled around to carry her to the bed. It was only for a couple of steps, of course, and then he sat her down on her feet by the edge. Nayeli was concerned to find streaks on his cheeks and his eyes still downcast. "Honey," she asked gently, smearing the tear-trails gently with her thumbs, "Is there no version of that day that goes happily?"

"...Tears can be happy, too," he reminded her, "I'm a pessimist by nature. But fuck all...you said 'yes' without being asked. I was wrong to doubt, I was wrong to wait, and it was neither magic nor pity that made you do it. I know I acted angry that day...but I don't know how to act happy, honestly. And I have never, before or since, been happier. I'm sorry about the tears, but they're the happy kind."

And they were pouring freely now. She was amazed he could speak so clearly with that kind of waterfall streaming down his cheeks. Her heart ached, and everything she had thought they might do tonight had been long forgotten now. She kissed him again, now with happy tears on her own cheeks, and clung to his shoulders. "I will marry you," she whispered fervently, "I have married you. I want to be with you all my life, too. So hold me, and never let go."

He put his arms around her, and she around him, and they stood there for a long time, until their cheeks burned nearly as much as their eyes and their feet begged to flex. "Come here," she whispered into his ear at last, leaning back over the bed. He caught her before she could fall, and lowered her gently onto the mattress, looming over her as she smiled up at him with her arms laid out invitingly. "Thank you. This was good. If that day had gone this way...oh, to have gone this way..." She took one of his hands and slid it under her shirt, to rest over her heart...and against the bare breast underneath her shirt. "You definitely would have had me that night. So now, either do as you like, or I'm going to do as I like. It's not often I get you to myself for a night, so I'm not going to waste the chance."

Oro nodded, his tears having finally dried, and settled his knees on either side of her hips. His expression had softened, and he'd remembered how to smile, if only faintly. He really did struggle to look happy, she realized. She had only ever seen him smile at Sarahi and herself, and those moments had always been brief.

He slid his other hand under her shirt, pushing it up her sides and then up her arms before carefully pulling it out from under her head. Oro's hands slid under her hips, taking the hem of her pants from underneath her and pulling them down over her rump. She raised her ankles to rest on his shoulders, letting him slide her pants the rest of the way up her legs. Then, beckoning him with her open arms and hugging his hips with her ankles, she told him softly, "Come here, husband. I'm going to be a very good wife tonight..."

His cock twitched as he bent down to her, kissing the side of her neck. "Fuck, Nayeli...was there ever a night when you weren't? I never sleep soundly, except in your arms."

It warmed her heart to hear it, and she sighed happily as he wrapped arms around her, and she around him, and he claimed her almost without effort. Nayeli moaned softly as he began to ride her, starting off slow and shallow and carefully driving deeper and harder with each thrust. She made no effort to quiet herself tonight, but let him hear her every pleasure, and feel her arms cling to his strong shoulders, and her legs beg him to go deeper. Not until the last thrust did she hold back at all, and on that one she muffled herself by pressing her lips against his, crying her ecstasy directly into his kiss while her hips bucked against his, clenching him with each orgasmic pulse.

When she could breathe again...however unsteadily...Nayeli whispered encouragement into his ears, begging him to fill her, cooing praise at his every thrust, and gasping like it was her own fresh orgasm when she felt him finally erupt inside her. "Oh, Oro," she sighed happily as his twitching ceased, and he relaxed his weight on top of her pleasantly, "I know they call it 'vanilla'...but I could do this every night...and never get tired of it."

"Heh...heh," he panted in her ear in return, "Might...change your mind...after having...kids..."

"Oh, gods forgotten," she squeezed him adoringly, "Can we? Please?"

"Lemme...break the spell," he huffed, finally starting to cool, "And I'll...put all the...buns in the oven...you can raise..."

Nayeli giggled, patting his cheek gently. "Not a fan of those euphemisms," she remarked, nuzzling his cheek, "But go on. How many do you want? Three? Five?"

"I'll keep going until you tell me to stop," he answered, trailing more kisses up the side of her neck. As his cock started to soften, Oro rolled to the side, withdrawing from her, and pulled her against him to cuddle in the after-glow. Nayeli smiled to see the contented look on his face. Still not happy, exactly...but a gentler kind of tired, as if from a good day's work, and much of the bitterness of his heart purged.

"Hm-hm...we'll see how I feel after one," she grinned, "Since it's yours, it might be a handful. I always wanted about three, though," she muttered, starting to wind down and growing drowsy now.

"Great...three of each," he yawned, pulling the covers up over them, and Nayeli giggled with a playful pat on his chest.

He might have been asleep in the next minute. She very nearly was. But she found the wherewithal to voice one more thought, even though it might only be heard by his subconscious. "Oro...I love you...and this is the marriage...of my dreams..."

4. Seconds for Tuli

Sarahi padded down the hall, still perfectly naked and with the smell of soap clinging to her faintly, and knocked gently on the door to Tuli's room. Opening it just a crack when there was no immediate answer, she peeked inside and asked softly, "Tuli? Are you awake?"

The bedside lamp clicked on, and the Lioness sat up in bed with just a little difficulty, tucking the blankets in around her now-very-round belly. "I am," she answered without the least bit of drowsiness in her voice, suggesting she had neither been asleep nor anywhere near it yet, "What can I do for you, sweetie?"

The Sha'khari moved just her front half into the room, ready to step back out if she got any indication she was being a bother...though, knowing the older Lioness, she'd have to make some concerted effort to pull that off. "Oh, I was just wondering...if I could stay with you tonight?" she asked a little hesitantly, "I promised to let Nayeli have Oro to herself tonight...but I've kind of gotten used to having company. And not used to that big window in my room on the ground floor," she admitted. She hadn't thought that would bother her when they first moved in, especially with the blinds and a thick black-out curtain behind them...but the thought of so much mere glass between her and the outside world was unnerving her, now that she faced the prospect of actually staying in it.

Tuli giggled, noting her state of undress. "You poor girl! Wouldn't they give you time to get dressed, even?"

Sarahi grinned, covering her breasts in mock embarrassment. "Yeah, I just kind of waltzed out. I don't plan to make a habit of this. It'd be too distracting. But I figured there was no harm, since I've already had sex with everyone in the house at least once. Nothing left to be modest about."

Tuli continued smiling, highly amused. Yes, the Sha'khari and Oro shared that particular achievement , though for very different reasons. "Hmm...well, the answer is 'no'," she declared at last, though the grin on her face told Sarahi not to be too hasty in her disappointment. Turning her legs toward the side of the bed, Tuli stretched out her arms to the younger female. "Help me up. I'll come stay with you, instead."

Sarahi blinked, but trotted over to give the very pregnant Lioness a hand. "Are you sure? Aren't the stairs kind of a hassle?"

Tuli giggled again as Sarahi pulled her to her feet. "Yes, that's why I want your help. And also why I'd rather stay with you: so I don't have to bother with them in the morning. Thank you," she grunted once her feet were steady under her. The thin top of her nightgown draped open to either side of her heavy tummy, hanging low enough that no one could tell she didn't bother with panties after dark anymore. Laying one hand on Sarahi's sturdy back, the pair walked to the stairs and carefully made their way down. "Besides," she patted the younger girl's shoulder as they descended, taking each step carefully, "The extra space will be nice, your room might feel more comfortable after you've actually stayed in it for a night, and we're so far from the other bedrooms that I won't have to worry about how loud I'm being."

That last remark made Nayeli do a double-take as they reached the last stair. "Wait...loud? Like...but in your state?"

Tuli blinked at her. "Oh, did you not want to? I'm sorry. I guess when you came in naked my imagination ran wild," she grinned apologetically, resting her hand on Sarahi's back once more as they reached the foyer and rounded the corner, headed for Sarahi's room.

"Oh, no! I'd love to, actually," Sarahi blushed, though the color was hidden in the dark for the moment, "Oro left me...kind of excited, after our bath. I'm just surprised. I didn't think you'd be comfortable with that in your condition."

The older Lioness leaned over to kiss Sarahi's cheek adoringly. "Well, I'm not going to be doing any contortionist tricks in bed, that's true," she nodded, "But if you're willing, I'm dying to have another go at those paws of yours. That would be a wonderful way to end a day."

"Ooooh, I am so willing," the Sha'khari smiled, giving Tuli's rump an appreciative pat. Sarahi led the way through the door, turning on one of several floor lamps instead of the overhead, so that Tuli could safely make her way to the bed. Sarahi hadn't actually bothered to organize in here since moving in, so there were still knick-knacks and boxes taking up a lot of the floor-space. Once she was sure there was a clear and safe path for the Lioness, though, Sarahi hopped up onto the king-size bed and curled up on one side, patting the mattress invitingly for Tuli.

She needed a little bit of a pull to get herself fully onto the bed, but managed well enough after that, and was soon laying on her side facing the Sha'khari. Taking a quick look around the room, she noted, "We could ask Oro to move that armoire over a bit, and maybe put the entertainment station beside it. Then the window would practically be walled off, if you'd prefer."

Sarahi shook her head. "I like the view of the backyard in daylight. It's only night that makes me nervous. I just need to get over it," she admitted, laying her head down on the pillow and taking Tuli's hands in hers, "Thanks for coming down with me. I didn't mean to bother you so much."

"Shh," the Lioness grinned back, squeezing her hands gently, "I'm the one who bothered. Now, I'm going to talk a lot, probably, and sigh and scream dramatically. Put a finger over my mouth if it gets to be too much. I can quiet down...I just enjoy it more out loud."

Sarahi blushed, puckered her lips, and leaned forward to kiss Tuli on the mouth, preventing any talk for the first minute or two, at least. The Sha'khari shamelessly laid Tuli's hands on her breasts, and carefully untied the belt of her nightgown to make the Lioness' breasts accessible as well. Though she would never call attention to it, both of them were somewhat larger than Nayeli (Tuli was easily the largest cup of them all), and Sarahi thoroughly enjoyed the soft, bouncy fullness of the Lioness' breasts even more than her own.

They kissed warmly, gently fondling and caressing each other, for a couple of minutes before Sarahi slid one of her front paws up the side of Tuli's leg until it reached her hip. Following the swell of her belly, she started to slide it down below the bump and between the Lioness' thighs...prompting a giggle from Tuli. "That's never going to work from here," she admonished, pushing the paw gently away and taking a moment to roll onto her back. Holding her tummy loosely and bending one leg to open herself, she nodded for Sarahi to continue. The Sha'khari's upper torso rolled upright to continue sharing fond kisses with the older Lioness as her paw made its way back across her thigh. Sarahi reached down to gently help hold Tuli's tummy high and steady as her paw crept low between the Lioness' legs...and she gasped when she felt something stir against her palm.

Tuli giggled. "It's been getting very active lately," she nodded, encouraging Sarahi to lay her hand on top of the swell again, "Especially at night. Mmm...I'm only three months along, but I wasn't this big with Nayeli until close to the end. Honestly...I'm a little worried about what I'll do if this keeps up for another six months. I don't know if I can hold it."

Sarahi bit her lip. She wanted to reassure the Lioness, to tell her that she and Oro were planning a run through The Gauntlet to find something to help her...but that information would only worry and upset the kindly mother, she was certain. So Sarahi tried to distract her with another kiss instead, and pressed a paw up between her thighs, carefully working one broad, leather-padded toe between the folds of her muffin to dip into her smooth honey.

"Oooh, sweetie," Tuli sighed around the edges of her lips, "That's so good..." Tuli licked her lips, and Sarahi's chin, already cooing lovingly before the Sha'khari even found her pearl. The relieved groan she released when the thick toe began circling her pearl sounded like she had been aching for something like this for quite a while now.

"You okay, Tuli?" Sarahi asked in mild concern, licking her way down the Lioness' neck to lay kisses along the top of her breast, on her way to the plump nipples. The little life under her hand...churned. It didn't kick. It didn't feel anything like the textbooks made her think it would. It was a little unnerving, to be honest, so she moved her hand to Tuli's other breast, to cup and fondle it gently.

"Yeah! Oh yeah!" the older female sighed, flexing her toes in the blanket as Sarahi gently rolled her pad around the edges of her pearl, "Heh...can't reach myself these days," she chuckled in explanation for why she was so needy right now. "Ooo...harder, sweetie," she begged.

With a sympathetic chuckle, Sarahi scooted further up, bringing her paw to a better angle and holding Tuli close and warm. The Lioness alternated between moaning and praising the Sha'khari's amazing paws (she still wasn't quite sure why Tuli loved the texture so much), and kissing and sucking Sarahi's breasts fondly.

The muttered praises grew closer and closer to gibberish as Tuli's arousal grew, but Sarahi noticed she was also becoming dryer, and kept having to wet her pads more and more frequently. At last, with teeth clenched at the verge of climax and panting desperate breaths, Tuli patted the Sha'khari's leonine shoulder. "Stop, please...sweetie...stop," she begged breathlessly.

Sarahi obliged, cupping her paw gently over the warm place between Tuli's thighs and kissing her forehead. "I'm sorry," she whispered softly, "Not really used to using those for...delicate work. I need more practice."

Tuli giggled as much as her breath would allow. "Silly," she accused, "My turn's...coming up. Ngh...guess I'm...already...to the point...can't get off...without him."

Sarahi's eyes widened, then she hugged the Lioness tight against her breast. "Oh, gods forgotten, I am sorry," she hissed, having given no thought to the spell they shared. Sarahi and Nayeli relieved him almost nightly, so they barely felt the effects since the move. Tuli and the twins, though...

The Lioness gently patted the arms embracing her with such sympathy. "It's alright," she promised, "I asked. Not your fault...and can't blame...Oro, for only...coming to me when...he has to." Their little forced arrangement had never sat well with the Rabbit, for a number of reasons, but Tuli thought he had always been a good sport about it, at least in her bed. He wouldn't leave her wanting for long, if she said something tomorrow.

Tuli enjoyed the close embrace for another moment, letting her breathing even out, before letting her hand drift down to scratch idly at Sarahi's lower belly. "Mmm...now, if I can't have the satisfaction of an orgasm, at least let me be satisfied that I haven't lost my touch," she cooed as her fingers reached a little lower, combing through the fur of Sarahi's belly until they found the tip of her arousal. Just barely within reach, Tuli stroked the tip once before quickly releasing it. "Oh! Sorry. Nearly forgot you're reserving that for Nayeli. Scoot up here, where I can reach you," she urged, patting Sarahi's leonine side.

The Sha'khari did as prompted, but gave an embarrassed grin as she did so. "Um...about that, actually. I know I said it, and I meant it at the time, but...at some point, that seems to have gone out the window. Probably when I went to fuck Kylan. So feel free to do what you like with it."

"Really?" Tuli asked, looking up at her for confirmation even as the Lioness' fingers slipped into the warm, wet place behind her sac, coaxing an aroused gasp from Sarahi, "You don't mind?" When she nodded, Tuli licked her lips eagerly with a lusty gaze at the length of thick cock waving almost in front of her nose, now. "Mmm...well, I'm in no shape right now for what I'd really like to do...but thank you for the treat," she said softly, reaching out her tongue to lightly bathe the bright pink skin.

"Oh, fuck, Tuli," Sarahi sighed, squeezing her own breasts as her paws began to squirm, "You've got a really good tongue..."

The Lioness giggled at the compliment, continuing to lick and swirl her tongue around Sarahi's boy-parts, all the way down to the balls, which she kissed gently. "Mmm," she hummed appreciatively, noticing the rush of slippery warmth around the fingers buried in Sarahi's love-tunnel. "...I'm going to suck your dick now, sweetie," Tuli warned quietly, pulling the cock out to a better angle with her muzzle, "Please warn me before you blow your load in my face. You're going to be a lot to swallow, I can already tell," she winked up at the squirmy girl before bending her head down and wrapping her lips around the thick, warm rod.

"Ooooh, fuck!" Sarahi groaned at the dirty talk, paws kneading the air before Tuli even got good and down on her, "You remembered."

"Mmm-hmm," the Lioness hummed around her mouthful, nodding gently at the praise. Her head bobbed slowly back and forth, taking Sarahi's large shaft in a little at a time, while her tongue touched all the right places.

Sarahi panted noisily, curling and flexing her paws. "Ah...Tuli...I'm going to say some things," she warned, "Don't take them seriously...okay? I'm just...teasing myself..." Again the Lioness nodded, never taking her mouth away from the Sha'khari's cock, and added another finger inside her love-tunnel. Sarahi gasped, then took a deep breath and laid a paw gently on the back of Tuli's head without actually applying any pressure. "S-suck it deeper, bitch!" she forced the words through her teeth, feeling the burning sensation in her cheeks and the excited twitch of her cock against Tuli's tongue. "I wanna feel you ch-choke on that cock, before...before I stuff it up your little cunt so far...ah!...you start coughing up cream!"

The tension was building fast, through Sarahi's whole body. She felt like a coiled spring, about to snap. "Then I'm gonna make you...e-eat my tail-hole...oh fuck," she gasped, laying her front paws decisively on the mattress as the claws extended and retracted reflexively. She spread her back legs as wide as they comfortably could, fighting the urge to clamp them together around Tuli's head. "Get your face ready," she hissed as everything went tight.

Tuli couldn't resist another giggle, closing her lips around the base and gently drawing back, sucking lightly as she went. Her tongue...did something magic, Sarahi would swear...and sent an erotic shock all the way down into the balls, which promptly erupted in a flood of pleasure aimed right down the Lioness' throat. Tuli hummed happily as she swallowed each spurt just as quickly as Sarahi could pour it in, seeming to have no trouble with the volume of the load.

Sarahi practically collapsed in a limp, wet heap after the last of the spasms passed, panting desperately and seeming on the verge of crying from the shock of the climax. Tuli discreetly wiped her mouth to be sure she appeared decent before awkwardly crawling up to hold the Sha'khari comfortingly. "Did it feel good to say all those things?" she asked with a gentle smile. Sarahi could only nod, too embarrassed to acknowledge it out loud. "...Do you actually want to do any of them?"

"N-no!" Sarahi blinked in surprise, shaking her head, "I mean, I totally want to have more sex with you, when you can enjoy it again. Just...not like I said it. I'm not that aggressive. Gods forgotten...dirty-talk is exciting, but I want the actual action to be soft and sweet," she promised.

Tuli patted her cheek reassuringly. "I know, sweetie," she promised in return, "I'm just saying, if you ever want to try something Oro and Nayeli don't, feel free to ask. I've done just about every perverted thing there is to do over the years, including some pretty rough play, and enjoyed most of it. I won't mind letting you experiment."

Sarahi swallowed hard, the blush still burning strong in her cheeks. "Have...have you ever 'eaten tail'?"

With a sly smile, Tuli nodded. "As deep as my tongue can reach. Want to try it?"

"No," Sarahi shook her head, pillowing it against Tuli's shoulder as they both began to settle down, "Not tonight, at least. I kissed Oro's once, very quickly. I didn't dare do more, and I sure as Hell didn't dare ask him to reciprocate. He despises that kind of thing."

Tuli giggled, also being well familiar with the Rabbit's turn-offs. "Yes, he does indeed. But you're curious...?"

The Sha'khari shrugged. "Sometimes. The twins do it pretty regularly, according to Diya, so I figured if I ever really wanted to try it I could ask them to show me. But...I do think I'd rather learn from you, if that's okay," she confessed with a slight blush of embarrassment.

"Absolutely," Tuli assured her, "Any time the mood strikes."

"Thank you." Sarahi kissed her cheek, then leaned down to pull the blankets over them.