FSE

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Zakron Kar sat behind a massive mahogany desk in his home office, his ice blue eyes lazily surveying foreign stocks scrolling across his screen. Most of the lights in his house were either off or low, but the moon coming through his window cast plenty of light around the room.

The wolf yawned, his perfectly white teeth shining brightly in the moonlight. Christine was slightly late again, he noted, just as a knock reverberated around the house.

Zakron stood up and pulled the creases out of his suit. "The door's unlocked," he said, shutting the monitor off and walking towards the door.

The door opened and Christine walked in, giving Zakron a little smile with her vibrantly green eyes. Zakron let his eyes fall from hers and trace the grey tabby's slim figure, lightly clad in blue jeans, a loose white tank top, and black open-toe stilettos. Her jeans had a black weathered design of swirls trailing down her right leg, and light blue stitching almost mirroring the design on her shirt, but on the left. She wore several silver bangles around her wrists, which jingled lightly when she moved, and her ears had small silver loops close to her head. Two in the left and one in the right.

"Nice to see you again, Zak." Her words broke his trance and Zakron's eyes jumped back up to meet hers.

"And a pleasure to see you, as always," he said, taking off his coat and laying it across the arm of a leather armchair. "How much time to we have tonight?"

Christine walked over to Zakron, her steps simultaneously light but deliberate, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You have me all night."

Zakron smiled and leaned toward the feline, her lips soft against his muzzle, yet her tongue rough against his. Without his noticing, the cat put a hand to his chest and gently pushed him back through the door to his bedroom and kept pushing until he fell back onto the bed. Christine paused just long enough to take off her shoes before pouncing on top of the wolf and locking her lips to his muzzle again.

Zakron may have been a wolf, and an alpha in the business world, but he found it therapeutic to have someone else take control and just enjoy the ride every so often. He brought his hands up to the feline's shoulders and traced down her sides to her hips, where they rested.

Pulling away from the wolf for a moment, Christine pulled his tie off and began unbuttoning his shirt, following her progress with soft kisses all the way down.

Zak lifted himself up onto his elbows, watching her movements with a gentle smile on his muzzle. Christine undid the last button on his shirt and looked up at him, locking eyes as she quickly unbuttoned his pants with practiced movements.

Christine smiled and tugged the wolf's pants down, her fingers just touching his already hard shaft. It jumped at her touch and she grasped it firmly, her fur soft against the sensitive member.

Zak let himself fall back onto the bed, the darkness of the room eliminating anything just Christine's gentle attentions. Eventually, he felt a kiss on the tip, then her lips teasingly enveloped the tip of his cock, refusing to go any farther. He moaned slightly and she lowered her head to just where his knot started.

Slowly, Christine pulled back off of Zak's cock, her rough tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. He moaned and she got a taste of his precum before going back down, thrusting and swirling her tongue around his member.

After some time of this, Zak pushed on Christine's shoulder, and she backed off, letting him stand. He pulled her up to her feet and pushed her against the wall, his hands lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side. He undid the front clasp on her bra and pressed his muzzle to her breast, his tongue flicking at her pink nipple.

Christine was paid to make her clients feel special, but her moans were never faked when she was with Zakron. His tongue brushed against her nipple and her knees weakened, pleasure going through her body. He grabbed her other breast, running a finger around that nipple, and it was all she could do to hold on to him to say upright.

Zakron sensed this and picked Christine up, throwing her onto the bed and quickly pulling her jeans off. He leaned over her, his nose pressed against her panties. She could feel his breath through them, and she felt herself get wetter. He pulled her panties down, tossing them across the room, and his tongue pressed against her wet lips, pushing them apart and quickly finding her clit.

Christine couldn't help but moan. Her head rolled back and she grasped at the edges of the bed, Zak's tongue flicking faster and faster against her clit. He pulled away for a moment and Christine lay there, breathing deeply with her eyes closed and her head back.

Zak licked Christine's lips and plunged his tongue between them, rolling it around inside. Chistine arched her back, her moans echoing throughout the quiet house. Eventually, he stopped. It seemed too soon, but then he was lying on top of her, the tip of his cock pressed against her wet lips.

Christine clung to him, his slight scent intoxicating and comforting. She willed him inside of herself and he obliged, his length thrusting into her and filling her with warmth. She gasped and tightened her hold on him, his knot just pressing against her.

Breathing heavily, Christine whispered into Zakron's ear. "Fuck me."

Zak pulled out and started thrusting, slowly at first, but then he started building in speed, his cock began to throb, and Christine's moans became more like desperate gasps for air.

Zak felt Christine's hand press against his stomach and he pulled out, looking to see why she had stopped him. She was waving him onto the bed next to her, so he laid down on his back next to her.

Christine climbed on top of Zak, her legs to either side of him. She leaned down and pressed her muzzle against his, lowering herself onto his length.

Zak grabbed onto Christine's hips, moaning quietly and thrusting up into her.

Christine sped up, pressing a hand against Zak's chest for support, her breathing becoming labored. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, and then his body started to tense, and she rammed down onto his knot, gasping as it slipped inside her. Zak moaned loud and long, and she felt his warm cum filling herself. A moment later, she reached her own orgasm, and gasped, falling onto Zak's chest.

Breathing heavily, Zak wrapped his arms around Christine. Having knotted her, they would be connected for a while, and he was very alright with this.