FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

CRASH

A strange noise brought Gabie out of the sound sleep she'd been enjoying; she sat up in her bed, her ears pricked. It took her a moment to realize that the alarm panel on the far wall was flashing and buzzing insistently. She quickly got out of bed, pulled on her robe and went to read it.

"ALARM- FRONT WINDOW BROKEN"

She frowned. Odds were that it was simply a neighborhood vandal throwing rocks... but an old woman living alone couldn't take risks. She went into her closet, turning on the small nightlight inside and kneeling down to open up a metal cabinet. Inside was a small lockbox with a combination lock; she quickly unlocked and opened it, then took out the .38 revolver she kept inside, loading it with six rounds and quietly closing the cylinder. She went back into her bedroom, carefully opened the door and looked out.

There was a shadowy shape in the living room, standing near the window closest to the front door, which had been covered in duct tape and then broken. Gabrela's breath caught in her throat, and the intruder apparently heard; he- the broad shoulders seemed to indicate male- spun, revealing himself to be a muskrat dressed in a black trenchcoat. Instantly her revolver was leveled at him, hammer cocked. "I don't know who the fuck you are," she growled, "but you had better put your hands on your head and stay where you are or I'll shoot."

The intruder froze a moment, apparently evaluating his chances. Then, seemingly deciding to try his luck against an armed old woman, he lunged at her, one hand outstretched to snatch the weapon from her hands.

BOOM!

In the bright flash that the revolver gave off, she could see the hole open up through the palm of his hand in a spurt of blood. He screamed in agony and ran back for the window, throwing himself through the broken glass in his haste to escape; by the time her vision cleared from the muzzle flash, he was gone, only a trail of blood signifying he had ever been there at all.

Gabrela still held her revolver at the window for another half a minute, unable to bring herself to move. Then she lowered her weapon and ran to her kitchen table to pick up her telephone, quickly dialing 911. "Police? I've just been attacked in my home. 1821 Fig Tree Road. I shot the intruder, but he escaped. Yes, that's probably my alarm. Please hurry."

She hung up the phone, almost dropping it as her hands suddenly began shaking. She set the revolver down on the counter, sat down on one of the bar stools and buried her face in her hands for a moment, as the fear finally fought its way through the adrenaline rush. If she hadn't been armed, or had been a moment slower in firing....

She picked up the phone again and dialed. The phone rang once, twice, three times, then was picked up. "Hello...? Gabie?"

She couldn't keep her voice steady. "Bryan... someone broke into my house. I shot him."

"Oh my God. Did you call the police? Are you hurt?"

"Yes. They're on the way. I'm alright. I just...." Her voice cracked, and she couldn't speak any further.

"I'll be there in five minutes, Gabie. Stay safe." The phone clicked, and she hung it back on its receiver before lowering her head and bursting into tears.

She heard sirens, then a pounding on the door. "Police! Open up!" came a loud voice. She quickly opened the door, revealing two uniformed cops with their weapons drawn. "He's gone," she said. "I don't know where he went. I shot him in the hand when he reached for me." She pointed to the trail of blood he'd left.

Both cops nodded, and one of them reached for the microphone on her shoulder. "Dispatch, this is Eight-Adam-Twelve," she said. "Suspect has fled on foot and is wounded. Request backup and search team. Victim appears to be unharmed, but send EMT for evaluation." She nodded to her partner, who went back outside; the female officer holstered her weapon, leaning against the bar and noticing the still-smoking revolver. "Nice gun," she commented. "I bet that bastard regrets coming in here tonight. Are you alright?"

"He didn't get a chance to hurt me," Gabrela replied, her voice still tight. More sirens sounded in the distance, as well as the roar of a familiar car engine; she heard a door slam. "Gabrela!" Bryan called out from outside.

"Bryan!" She looked at the officer. "Let him in, please," she half-begged. "The young man out there is a friend of mine...."

The officer nodded. "Wilkins!" she called. "Let the guy who just arrived in."

Bryan rushed into the house a moment later, wearing only a sleeveless T-shirt, cotton shorts and a pair of beach sandals. He ran to her and held her against him; she melted into his arms. "Are you alright? What happened?" he asked quietly.

He took her to her couch, sitting down and gently pulling her into his lap as she told him what happened; the female officer took notes, asking gentle but direct questions of her own. An ambulance crew arrived and gave Gabrela a quick examination, finding her shaken up but unhurt; once they were done, she returned to Bryan's lap, hugging him tightly against her. The entire front of the house was cordoned off with police tape, and officers examined the area for evidence.

It was close to three in the morning when the female officer came up to them. "We caught him," she told them. "He went to a hospital, and they contacted us. Your bullet went right through his hand and lodged in the bone of his upper arm; he'll be lucky to keep the arm. Bastard deserves it for trying what he did." The calico felinoid paused a moment. "I've been told that he had condoms, zip ties and a switchblade as well. It looks like he'd planned a home invasion and rape. It's a good thing you were armed, Ms. Falchayn, and that this place has an alarm system."

Bryan stroked Gabrela's headfur gently. "Sick bastard," he murmured. "Do you need Gabie for anything else, Officer?"

"Not for tonight, Mr. Lainsworth." Her professional demeanor softened. "You can feel free to take her elsewhere if she wishes. I'll just need your contact information. In the meantime we'll have a patrol car parked here to keep watch. We'll need to hold the gun as evidence, though."

"Alright." He looked into Gabrela's eyes, and she nodded. "I can't stay here tonight, Bryan," she half-whispered. "Even with police here... I don't feel safe."

"Then you can stay with me tonight." He helped her to her feet. "Grab some things to bring with you and I'll drive you."

She quickly packed an overnight bag, went out into the cool November night and got into Bryan's car, fighting the urge to curl up into a ball and cry. His strong hand on her shoulder was calming, though. She gazed at him. "Gads, look at me," she murmured. "Falling apart at the seams... and half-naked to boot!" She'd been too upset to think to throw on anything over her robe, underneath which she was completely nude. "And you must have nearly frozen yourself driving over here...."

"Shhhh, Gabie." He stroked her shoulder. "The only thing I care about is that you're alright. If something had happened to you...." She looked over to him and saw him give her a concerned glance; she took his hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "I'm alright, Bryan. But thank you. Thank you for coming for me. Thank you for caring."

"I can't imagine not caring about you, Gabie." He didn't let her go until they arrived at his apartment, and that was only to get her things out of his car. As soon as he was done with that, he was back at her side, with his arm around her waist and hers around him in return. She walked with him into his apartment, taking a look around inside. "You have a nice place," she told him. It was definitely a bachelor pad of sorts, with a small potted plant the only real feminine touch, but it was still open and welcoming even in the night's darkness. On one of the walls was a black-and-white mural of a non-hominid wolf composed of several pictures positioned together. "That's pretty!" she said, pointing at it. "Did you make that?"

He grinned. "Yes, on my computer. I'm not much of an artist myself." He walked her into his bedroom, gently sitting her down on his bed. "Here you go, sweetheart," he told her. "I'll be in the living room. If anyone even thinks about trying to get in here... well, I don't own a gun, but I do have this." He reached up and took down an authentic-looking Japanese sword from its mount on the wall, partially unsheathing it and showing her the quite sharp-looking edge. "And I can use it in a pinch."

She reached up and held his arm. "But Bryan," she protested, "I can't make you sleep on your own couch in your own home! I'll sleep out there instead-"

He gently put his hand on her muzzle, quieting her. "Not on your life," he told her, his concerned but firm tone brooking no argument. With a sigh of exhaustion, she settled into his bed. "I was half-afraid I was pulling you away from a night in some pretty young thing's arms," she told him.

He chuckled. "To be honest, Gabie, you're the first woman that's been in this bed in a long while."

She reached up to hold his hand and, before she could stop herself: "I wish this occurrence could have happened under better circumstances."

He squeezed her hand, leaned over and kissed her gently. "Get some rest, sweetheart," he told her. "I'll be right outside if you need me."

She watched him leave his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. His bed was warm and covered in his scent; she pulled the blankets over her and settled in. But before she could close her eyes, another scent caught her attention; she leaned over the side of the bed and found a soft towel tucked underneath it, streaked with white. Fresh semen, she realized, inhaling the scent deeply. He must have finished not long before I called....

She felt a sudden urge to lick the towel clean of his seed, to throw off her robe and call him into the bedroom, to beg him to mount her right there on his own bed. Not like this, old girl, she commanded herself. Not after what's happened tonight. We both need a clear mind... I won't settle for a 'pity fuck'. I want Bryan to want to be with me as much as I want to be with him.

She set the towel back where she had found it, nestled her head in his pillows and closed her eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

A wonderful smell brought her eyes open again, and she sat up slowly, blinking her eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight now streaming in through the window. The bedroom door opened and Bryan poked his head in. "Gabie, are you awake?" he asked. "I have breakfast ready for- oops." He glanced away.

She blinked at him, not comprehending for a moment, until she realized that her robe was open and not hiding a bit of her body from Bryan. "Oh my, I'm sorry!" she gasped, closing the robe quickly.

"You don't need to apologize, I should have knocked." He smiled. "Are you hungry? I bought us some breakfast. You don't want to try my cooking."

Her stomach chose that moment to growl, and she blushed. "Breakfast sounds wonderful, Bryan," she said, getting out of his bed and stretching. "What are we having?"

"I ordered from the local pancake place. I don't know what you like so I got you a couple of different types. I didn't have the heart to wake you up to ask you what you wanted... I figured that you needed the rest."

"I appreciate that, hon." She sat down at his kitchen table, gazing at him as he set a plate of pancakes before her and gave it a generous coating of maple syrup. She took a knife and fork and dug in eagerly. "Mmm," she murmured. "Delicious."

He nodded in agreement and smiled, putting a glass of orange juice down for her, then sitting down across from her to eat as well. "How are you feeling, Gabie?" he asked quietly.

She paused to swallow her mouthful of pancakes. "Safe," she said. "And happy. Thank you for everything, Bryan."

He reached over to hold her hand for a moment. "I would do anything for you, Gabie," he told her.

They finished breakfast quietly, content to simply look at each other. Bryan gathered up the dishes and set them in the sink. "I'll worry about those later. Mind if I grab a quick shower, Gabie? I'm feeling a bit funky right now." He grinned. "Sometimes I envy you furred types for not having to sweat."

"Oh yeah? Wait until you see me blow my coat out when spring comes. Fur everywhere." She giggled. "You sweat, I shed, we're both imperfect. I promise not to love you any less."

He laughed at that. "So all I have to do is brush off a little fur and I get to be near you? Works for me!" He squeezed her hand once more, then got up. "My place is your place, sweetheart. I won't be long."

She went to sit on his bed as he disappeared into the bathroom. As she heard water running, she got up again and sat at his computer desk, turning on his monitor. It felt like prying, but curiosity overwhelmed her; she opened up his movie player and brought up the list of most recently-played files. She gazed at the names that popped up- "wolf_blowjob", "human and wolf", and several other similar titles; some she knew very well, others she had never seen before. She held her breath as she selected one at random, making sure that the volume was muted; she was immediately greeted with the image of a wolf woman mounted on a human man, unabashedly driving herself up and down on his penis, her tail raised high to allow the camera a stunning view of the slickened organ sliding between her wet folds. Gabrela stared transfixed for a moment before guiltily closing the program, but it was too late to prevent the tingling that began between her legs. She turned to look at the half-closed bathroom door. He said he'd do anything for me, she thought. Would he sleep with me? Would he give himself to me? I... I truly want you, Bryan. I want you as a lover. Do you desire me the same way I desire you? She sighed to herself, standing up. There's only one way to find out, Gabie, old girl....

She opened the bathroom door, and was greeted with a wall of steam as she stepped inside and closed it quietly. Apparently Bryan enjoyed hot showers as much as she did. She gazed at the indistinct form on the other side of the shower curtain for a moment, then gathered her nerve and cleared her throat. "Bryan?" she asked nervously.

He poked his head out from behind the curtain. "Gabie? Something wrong?"

"I was wondering if... perhaps you would like company in there." She opened her robe and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, leaving herself nude before him. She held her breath as his eyes wandered over her form appreciatively. "Gabie, I...." he half-whispered. "You're beautiful...."

She could feel her ears burn as she blushed, but she did nothing to cover herself; watching him look at her body was more arousing than she would have imagined. "Thank you, Bryan. May I join you?"

After a moment that seemed to last forever, he smiled at her and pulled the curtain back, revealing his body to her. He was lean, not muscular but fit, and bore what looked like a couple of old scars along his stomach- but her eyes quickly locked on his groin, gazing at his penis, which was fully erect and pointing at her. It wasn't as big as her dildo, but it was plenty big enough- and it was real, and it belonged to the man she wanted to lay with. "Do you really find me arousing, Bryan?" she asked, somehow managing to look up into his eyes. "Even as old as I am?"

His gaze wandered over her body again. "Gabie, do you ever look in a mirror? God... for the last couple of months I've been imagining touching you, having you... I must have jerked off a hundred times thinking of you. That night we first kissed, I wanted to ask you to come in, to spend the night with me, but I just... I didn't know how to tell you how attracted I was to you, Gabie. I admired you so much, I never felt worthy of you. I was afraid that you'd be offended, and you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me."

"Oh, Bryan... how could I ever do that?" She stepped into the bathtub with him, letting out a deep sigh as the hot water soaked into her fur; the sigh became a soft moan as Bryan wrapped his arms around her, closing the curtain and enclosing them in steam. She relished the feel of his skin on her fur. "With everything you've done for me, I could never want to exclude you from my life." She caressed his sides, hearing a soft moan escape his lips. "I just don't understand how a young, attractive man like you could want something to do with a woman as old as me," she murmured, resting her head on his bared chest and looking up at him. "You could have any woman you wanted. I bet some of those girls who saw you on that dancing game would've eagerly joined you in that bed of yours."

He chuckled as he stroked her wet headfur. "I don't know them, though, Gabie," he replied. "Sex with a stranger is fun, sure... but what about after? All you end up with is an empty bed and a memory." He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "It felt pointless to me. I wanted more, to be honest. Not just to be inside a woman, but to be with her- to make love to someone I cared about, to pleasure someone who wanted to pleasure me in return. Do you know what I'm saying?"

She closed her eyes, smiling. "I do, Bryan. I feel the same way. You're lucky to realize that, you know." She grinned up at him. "When I was around your age, we were all about 'free love' and 'experimentation'... but hon, in the crowd I 'hung out' with, all it boiled down to was- if they weren't doing drugs, they were doing each other. I never was 'into' the drugs, but I did have a list of different species of people I wanted to have sex with. I was two-thirds of the way through it before I realized I'd just lost the desire for impersonal sex. By then, I was thirty-five... I hadn't taken a lover since, and eventually I'd just forgotten what it was to actually want to make love to someone." She lowered her head and licked his chest, feeling him shiver in response. "You reminded me, though, Bryan," she continued. "You reminded me what it felt like to be young, to have hopes and dreams. And you reminded me what it felt like to desire someone. Also... you reminded me that 'human' was one of the species on the list I never got to cross off."

He gently cradled her muzzle in his palm, placing a soft kiss against her lips; she caressed his back as she leaned into the kiss, a tiny moan escaping her throat as she felt his penis press up against her stomach. When he broke the kiss, Bryan had a playful smile on his lips. "Well... I don't think it's too late to fix that," he told her, slowing lowering his head to her chest. She let out a soft gasp as he placed gentle kisses across her breasts, licking between them in the same way she had done with him. "Mmm, Bryan," she moaned, stroking the back of his head.

Then she felt his lips close around her nipple, and she let out a gasp, leaning against the wall of the shower as he sucked on it lightly. She felt his hands cup her breasts, squeezing them gently, and she arched her back. He's only getting started and already it feels so good, she managed to think, reaching down and stroking his back, urging him on with her moans- which only became louder when he tugged lightly at her nipple with his teeth. "Bryan-!" she gasped. "Mmmm, hon... ohh, that feels wonderful."

"I'm just getting warmed up, sweetheart." She watched as he knelt down, leaving a trail of kisses along her stomach and sliding his hands along her sides to caress her hips. She began panting in anticipation, spreading her legs and running her fingers through his hair. He nibbled on her stomach for a moment, sending shivers of pleasure through her body, before going lower; she felt him run his tongue through her pubic fur, and she braced herself by resting her hands on his shoulders. "Oh, yes," she murmured.

His tongue caressed her lower lips, and she moaned deeply in pleasure, feeling jolts of ecstasy travel through her entire body. She had completely forgotten what it felt like to have someone else touch her intimately; she could feel the warmth of his tongue on her lower lips, teasing her with gentle licks, the tip of his wide tongue sliding back and forth against the entrance to her sex. Her knees threatened to buckle, and she leaned against him heavily, panting softly in arousal. "Oh, Bryan, I don't think anyone I've ever been with has been so wonder- oohhhh!"

She hadn't expected him to go after her clitoris, and the sensation of his lips closing around it and sucking on it gently almost overwhelmed her. She knew that her fingerclaws were digging into his back with the force of her grip on his shoulders, but he didn't seem to mind in the least; he was humming deep in his throat, adding a gentle vibration to the already incredible feelings that made her whine in ecstasy. "Bryyyyyyannnnn," she whimpered, closing her eyes tightly. "Oh God...." Lights seemed to explode behind her eyelids as his tongue flicked against her sensitive nub, his mouth making wet noises as he literally suckled at it just like he had with her nipple. Finally she could take no more. "Bryan, please," she panted. "I could have you do that forever... but I can't stay standing, not with how good that feels... let's dry off and continue this in your bed."

He stood up again, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "Alright," he said, reaching back and shutting off the water, then opening the curtain and stepping out with her. "But I was enjoying doing that." He winked.

"You were most certainly not the only one." She took one of his towels and began caressing his skin with it, sighing softly in contentment as he took another towel and returned the favor. Her hands gently caressed his penis with the towel, making him moan softly. "I am greatly enjoying touching you, Bryan," she told him, leaning forward to kiss his neck. "Why did we wait so long to do this?"

He kissed her ear in return. "I don't know, Gabie. But you're worth the wait."

After they finished drying each other off, they made their way back into the bedroom, kissing each other deeply the entire way. When they reached the bed, Gabrela leaned back to look into Bryan's eyes. "Lay down, love," she said quietly. "I couldn't in good conscience let you continue that wonderful job you were doing without returning the favor. And besides...." She smiled. "I have been dying to know what you taste like."

He gently stroked her back. "Whatever you wish, beautiful," he replied, giving her a loving smile. He laid himself down on his bed and stretched his arms out towards her, beckoning her to join him. "I dreamed of this a couple of times, Gabie," he told her. "Of having you in my bed and us pleasuring each other like this. I was always disappointed to find out it was just a dream."

She knelt down on the bed next to him and kissed him gently. "I'm glad to finally be able to make that dream come true for you," she said, gently caressing his chest with her fingertips and drawing a shiver from him. Then she moved along the bed, lying down against him and raising her tail, allowing him full access to her sex; her hands wrapped gently around his erection, and she gazed at her prize for a few seconds, simply relishing the intimacy of the moment.

Then her tongue snaked out and lapped at the tip, catching a small drop of semen as it leaked out. It was warm and salty and every bit as wonderful as she'd imagined. She felt Bryan's lips press against her opening in a soft kiss, and then his tongue began to rub firmly against her lower lips; she groaned softly in pleasure and swabbed his length with her tongue, curling it around the base and dragging it upwards to the tip. His moans of pleasure were music to her ears.

After a moment, she felt his fingers spread her open, and his tongue snaked into her. She shivered in pleasure as he lapped at her inner flesh; her channel was dripping wet, almost drooling from her incredible state of arousal, and Bryan was eagerly licking every last bit of her juices that his tongue could reach. His other hand gently squeezed the base of her tail, stroking it lightly; she almost collapsed upon him, groaning deeply at the unexpected pleasure. "Gads, Bryan...!" she gasped. "Have you slept with a canid before? How did you know...?"

"I haven't, Gabie. I read a lot about what canids enjoy during sex, though." He caressed the base of her tail, drawing a soft whine of pleasure from her. "I'm glad I did... I want to give you as much pleasure as I can."

She nuzzled his penis with the underside of her muzzle. "Mmmh," she sighed. "You are, Bryan. And you're not the only one who has read up on pleasuring techniques...." She leaned forward, using her free hand to gently cup his sack, bringing it to her mouth and lapping at it with long, smooth strokes of her tongue. Her other hand slid up and down his erection, lightly squeezing the rounded head each time. His moans vibrated against her entrance. "Ohhh, Gabie," he murmured. "That's incredible."

She left not a single bit of his penis and scrotum untouched by her tongue, snaking it downwards and caressing the soft bit of flesh beneath his sack before taking one of the sensitive orbs in her mouth and sucking on it gently. She was careful with her fangs, very lightly scraping them against his skin, and was rewarded with a loud moan. Apparently the human was not to be outdone; she felt several of his fingers slide into her hungry sex, spreading out to caress her depths, and his lips once more closed around her clitoris to suck deeply upon it. Pleasure shot through her body like a jolt of electricity, and she moaned deeply against his sack.

She couldn't resist the urge anymore- she placed the tip of his length between her lips and lowered her head, slowly taking him into her mouth, pressing her tongue firmly against his flesh. He tasted wonderful, especially the thin trails of semen that he left along her tongue as she slid her muzzle up and down along him; her free hand caressed and squeezed his scrotum, gently rolling the soft orbs within between her fingers and tugging ever so lightly at them. She whimpered and growled softly in pleasure as his fingers slid deep inside her, and his lips, tongue and teeth gave her clitoris no end of attention. She took his length completely into her mouth and held it there, moaning deeply against it as an orgasm rocked through her body; when it finally receded, she slowly drew her head back, releasing his length from her lips with a soft pop. "Bryan?" she murmured.

He nibbled her lower lips gently before responding. "Gabie?"

"I need you inside me. Right now." She slowly turned herself over to straddle his waist, snaking her tail down to brush against his erection and loving the soft groan of pleasure it elicited from him. "No man has ever gotten me this aroused before...." She leaned back, feeling the tip of his length press against the edges of her entrance, and let out a soft moan. "And no man has ever been as good to me as you have." She took just the very head of his manhood into her, closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them to see him gazing at her. "You are so wonderful," she murmured, before taking in a deep breath- and letting herself slide down onto his waiting shaft.

It was much, much better than she'd imagined to have him inside her. The heat of his body, the firmness of his erection, the throbbing of his heartbeat through his flesh- her hypersensitive sex threatened to overwhelm her mind with every sensation. She wrapped her arms around him and felt him do the same to her, holding her tightly against him. "Mmmmh," he groaned into her ear. "Gabie?"

"Yes, Bryan?" she panted.

"I love you." He stroked her headfur, looking deeply into her eyes. "I shouldn't have waited so long to say it. But I love you, Gabie."

She leaned up to kiss him gently, tasting herself on his lips. "I love you too," she told him. "With everything that's happened over the last few months, you have always been there for me. Any woman would be lucky to have a man like you in her life." She licked his chest lightly, her eyes never leaving his. "And I want to thank you by being the best lover you've ever had."

"You already are." He reached down and stroked the base of her tail. "Take me, Gabie. I'm yours."

She could never resist a request like that, especially from the man she loved. She gave his length a gentle squeeze with her inner muscles, then began to slide up and down along it, clenching him tightly as she drew herself up and then letting his shaft part her deepest inner flesh on the way back down. The pleasure was exquisite, even more so as his hand gently squeezed and stroked the base of her tail to match her actions. His other hand slid down to one of her breasts, gently caressing it.

The pleasure was incredible, overwhelming, and Gabie lost herself in it easily. Everything faded from her mind except the sensations Bryan was giving her- the warmth of his body, the sounds of his pleasure, and the ecstasy his length was causing as she rocked herself up and down on it. She almost didn't hear him speak softly into her ear. "Gabie, would you like to try something else?" he asked.

She paused a moment, forcing her eyes to focus on him. "I would like to try everything with you, Bryan," she replied. "What did you have in mind?"

"Lay against me with your back to my chest." He smiled. "I can put my arms around you and touch you everywhere, and you can take me as fast as you like."

She gave him a carnal grin, her ears raised. "Oh, I adore that idea." She slowly drew herself off of him, giving him a gentle squeeze with her inner muscles along the way, and then laid back down with her back against his body and her tail laying between them. Her leg muscles took the strain of the new position without complaint- another thing to thank that dancing game for! she thought- and she eagerly sank herself down onto his length again. She felt it slide into her, stretching her inner flesh and rubbing firmly against areas she hadn't felt touched in a very long time. "Ohhhhhh!" she cried out. "Bryan... oh, love, this feels so wonderful!"

She wasted no time resuming her pace, placing her arms at his sides to help add strength to the quick motions of her hips. The wet noises coming from her crotch were music to her ears, especially mixed with the deep groans Bryan was giving off; she felt one of his hands snake around to squeeze and rub her breast- and the other slid along her stomach, sending a shiver through her body. Then his fingertips pressed gently but firmly against her clit, holding it against his shaft as she slid up and down along it... and her body seemed to absolutely explode in fireworks. "Bryan!" she managed to gasp. "That- ohhhhhhh!"

She lost whatever self-control she might have had at that point, only dimly remembering that Bryan lived in an apartment complex and she had to keep her voice down. She impaled herself on the human's penis over and over again, whining and moaning in ecstasy, her tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. An orgasm came, crested, faded and was quickly followed by another; her inner muscles clenched at Bryan tightly of their own accord, drawing him in as he entered her and squeezing him as he withdrew. "Oh God, Gabie, baby," Bryan gasped in her ear. "This is so good, I'm getting close...."

Something crystallized in her mind then, the one aching need Bryan hadn't met yet. She slowed her frantic pace and leaned back against him. "Bryan," she half-whispered. "I want your seed inside me, I want you to fill me with it... but before you do I have only one other thing to ask of you."

She felt him kiss the back of her ear, sending another shiver through her spine. "I'll do anything for you, Gabie."

She slowly, reluctantly, drew herself off of him, the sudden absence of his wonderful flesh inside her leaving her feeling empty and wanting. She rolled over to face him, licking his neck and gazing into his eyes. "Bryan," she said slowly, "I want you on top of me. I want you to mount me like the needful, horny wolf bitch that I am. Even at the height of my most powerful heat, I have never desired a man as much as I desire you." She turned and crouched on all fours on his bed, gazing at him over her shoulder as she raised her tail, giving him a full and complete view of the puffy, dripping folds of her sex. The look of desire on his furless face thrilled her. "Come take me, Bryan," she begged. "Come claim me. I am yours."

Wordlessly, Bryan got to his knees behind her, leaned down and pressed his lips against her entrance in a soft kiss. Then his tongue pressed firmly against it, dragging itself upwards along her slickened outer lips, all the way up to the puckered edges of her tailhole, teasing it for a moment before he withdrew; the sensation made her shiver. I've never had anyone in there, she thought. I wonder if Bryan would like to try that sometime....

She gave him a loving smile as he gently slid himself over her back, kissing his way along her spine as he moved to cover her. Her primal lupine instincts rejoiced at the sensation of a male's body over hers. The tip of his penis brushed against her lower lips, and she reached down to guide him into her. He paused with just the head of his length inside her. "Are you ready, Gabie?" he asked tenderly.

She nodded eagerly. "I couldn't be more ready, love. Take me the way we've both dreamed of."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and, with one thrust, buried himself inside her to the base. Gabrina gasped in pleasure at the feeling of being mounted by the man she loved, gripping his sheets tightly and steadying herself for the powerful thrusting she knew was coming.

Bryan did not disappoint her in the least. As soon as she had braced herself, he began humping her with hard, smooth motions, hilting himself in her with every thrust, his hips smacking softly against her backside. Her hips rose to meet him as he drove himself deep into her, the exquisite pleasure leaving her unable to do anything else but hold on tightly to his sheets and enjoy the ride. And what a ride it was... feeling him covering her, taking her, loving her was more wonderful than anything she had ever known. It seemed that he had been thrusting into her forever when she heard his moans of pleasure become louder. "Are you close again, love?" she panted.

"Yes," he groaned hoarsely.

"Don't hold back. I want all of it in me. I want to be yours in every way I can."

He leaned back and added speed to his thrusting, sending her rocking back and forth on her hands and knees and driving her to yet another orgasm; she repressed the instinctual urge to howl her pleasure to the skies, but couldn't keep back the moans of pleasure that escaped her throat. Finally, with one last hard thrust and a loud groan, Bryan climaxed inside her; she could feel the sticky warmth of his semen coating her depths, and her inner muscles milked him for every drop they could, making the human shudder and moan in pleasure. After a long moment, his orgasm passed, and he slowly drew himself out of her before moving to lie down on the bed next to her. "Gabie...." he whispered.

She embraced him, holding his body to hers tightly. "Oh, Bryan," she murmured. "You are so wonderful. I've never felt so loved, so appreciated, as I do with you." She reached up to run her fingers through his hair. "I can't believe that I thought you were something of a jerk when I first met you," she chuckled.

He smiled at her, taking her other hand in his and kissing the palm. "Gabie, when we first met, I was a jerk. I was high on my own brilliance for graduating so high in my class, and then there I was going in to modernize an old-fashioned office... I was full of myself, acting like I was bringing fire to the Neanderthals and the Old Packs." He reached up to rub her muzzle. "You showed me that I was working with real people, people whose livelihoods was riding on the job I was doing. You had a big hand in making me the person I am now."

She snuggled up against him, resting her muzzle beneath his chin and looking up into his eyes. "If I had anything to do with you becoming the wonderful, loving and special man you are now, then I'm quite happy," she told him. "Now, Bryan, I have a question for you. Would you consider, perhaps... moving into my home?" She stroked his cheek. "Now that I have you as my lover, I don't want to wake up a single morning without you in my arms."

"I would love that, Gabie." He kissed her forehead. "They just raised the rent on this place again, anyway. And I couldn't think of anything better than to see your beautiful eyes first thing every morning."

They stayed in bed a little while longer, caressing and snuggling and enjoying the afterglow together. Then they decided that they needed to shower again- only to find once they got inside that they were ready and quite willing to enjoy each other a second time.