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"Okay that was awesome." Natasha beamed as she stepped through the door into Ilorek's apartment. "It's like dinner and a show, but it was dinner, a show, and a horseback ride!"

Ilorek walked in after her, sighing and breathing just a little heavier than usual. "Fine, but no more riding me, thanks. I'm not made to carry anyone like that." he held his back and cracked his spine, feigning agony as he did so. He was grinning the whole time so she knew he was just joking.

"You have to stop whining, you know that?" Natasha said as she flopped down on the couch. "Your father was equine, and I'm like, less than 50 kilos. Hell, I'm sure some birds could even carry me!"

Ilorek shook his head, mumbling as he tosses his bag of nuts and berries on the counter beside the sink.

"What was that?" Natasha chirped as she poked her head over the back of the couch to look at Ilorek.

"Nothing, just complaining about my feathers being ruffled, is all. Go back to doing whatever you're doing. I'm thinking about making something to eat. Berries didn't do much for me."

Natasha turned and looked around the apartment for something to do. He had a television, but she didn't feel like watching anything. He did have a disc player for music, though! It didn't take her long to decide she wanted to listen to something, so she got up and started rifling through his discs, mumbling the titles as she went through.

"You want anything in particular?" Ilorek asked as he was browsing through his cupboards.

"Something with lots of protein. Could go for beef or pork if you're okay with that." she responded idly, still flipping through his music discs.

Ilorek continued looking through his cupboards before shouting out, "Alright! I know what I'm making!" he got out a few things and pounded on his counters before reaching into his fridge to grab a couple of slabs of pork. "Alright, Pork Tenderloin in an apple and bacon sautee!"

The malamute's ears immediately perked up and her attention was immediately drawn from the music she was looking at. "Oh the Gods, that sounds heavenly!" she moaned, a single strand of drool oozing out of her black muzzle lip.

"Nope, you stay over there. Put some music on and I'll try to be quick with it. If I do this right it could be done in less than 20 minutes." Ilorek said.

Natasha obliged. She really wanted to try something else that he made, if it was half as good as the last meal he made, she was gonna fall in love! The thought of he last meal forced another strand of drool to fall from her lip, which she had to brush away before it gummed up her chest fur. That image also reminded her of the embarassment of having to beg for her food, but deep down inside she knew that Ilorek wouldn't dare make her beg again. She got even and now she knows how to bug him just as much.

Once she'd snapped out of her food-fantasy trance, she returned to the music discs, finding one to put in. It was soft rock, totally neutral and inoffensive. Normally she'd prefer drum and bass songs, but this would work just fine.

She tried to dance, but her tail just wasn't feeling it. It didn't help that by the time she'd put the disc in, Ilorek had already started cooking the slab of pork in the bacon and apple sautee. The intoxicating, meaty smell of the pork and bacon mixed with the sweetness of the apple blended in such a way that she could almost taste it already!

It wasn't long before Ilorek had proclaimed that dinner was served.

"Wow that was fast!" Natasha said as she sat down at the table.

"I had a special stove put in. Cooks things real fast, and thanks to my super keen vision and fast talons, I can chop and prep faster than most. You know, they say avians are the best chefs, and equines have the best appetites. The two go together really well."

But Natasha really didn't care. She was just staring at the plate of food in front of her. "This...looks and smells so delicious..."

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

"You gotta bit first...." She said, still staring and drooling.

Ilorek sighed and took a bite, gulping it down fast. "I will break you of this habit, you know."

"In time, for now I nom!" She had barely even finished her sentence when she grabbed her fork and knife and started cutting furiously, the knife scraping the plate a bit before she shoved the meat in her mouth. "Oh god it's as good as I imagined!" she groaned as she chewed slowly, letting her saliva mix with the pork so she could get the most flavor out of it.

"Glad you like." Ilorek laughed as he daintily put another neatly sliced piece in his beak.

"Wait a sec...." Natasha said, still idly chewing. "You say you love to cook and you have a great appetite, but you just said earlier today that you can't taste much....what is it?"

"Can't it be both?"

"Well, how would that work?"

"I gotta make good food, normal food is so bland I barely taste it. I need the spices and flavors to taste anything. Tastes good, that's all that matters." He shrugged and enjoyed another bite.

Natasha shrugged. "Works better for me, you get to keep making me food!"

It wasn't long before both of them were done, and Natasha even licked off her plate of the apple juices and bacon grease that mixed.

"So what now?" she asked. "I'm out of ideas."

Ilorek picked up the plates and headed over to the sink to clean them. "I dunno, I'm thinking it's pretty late. No school tomorrow, but I do have work at night. You wanna spend the night again?"

"Sure, whatever. Actually, would it be okay if I spend the whole weekend here? Like I said, I told my roomies that I was gonna be away all weekend and they're not expecting me till Monday."

"No problem at all. Just make sure you pitch in for food and I don't mind cooking for you. Hell, maybe I'll invite some friends over and you can meet them!"

"Sounds fantastic. If we're gonna be spending time together, might as well get to know each others' friends. Tell you what. You bring me to see your friends this weekend, and I'll take you back to see my friends on Monday after school. You working that night?"

"Uh, lemme think here." He tapped his head a bit, squinting as he tried to remember. "Oh yeah. I am working but it's a late shift, so I start work at midnight till 3 AM."

"Sounds good. So anyway, tell me more about these fights of yours. You never told me before today you used to be a champion sparing master."

Ilorek laughed as he put the final clean dish away. "Oh man, I don't think you heard me right. I'm no champion."

"You said you used to be a winner, you said that earlier! Honest!"

"Naww, I won a few, but I was no champ. One season only, didn't even make it to the finals." He dried up his claws and walked to the couch, flopping lazily on it, splaying out so there was no room for Natasha.

"Well you still must have been good at it, you're good at other sports." Natasha said, sitting on Ilorek's belly.

"oof!" he gunted. "You don't gotta sit down so hard. That's just mean! Anyway, I was competing three age groups ahead of myself, but to be honest I only stopped because I was afraid of hurting someone."

Natasha glanced over to him and leaned back, wedging her butt in between his hips and the back of the couch. "What do you mean, 'worried'? Don't you have any self control?"

"Well, I do, but it's amazing what your physical and magical education teachers will push on you, especially if they think they've got a winner on their hands. They tried teaching me how to use all sorts of elements in fights, and I just wasn't interested, I really didn't want to train myself to use magic, and have it go haywire on me. That's a real disease, you know: Magical combustion. Basically, the body tries to exert more force and energy than it can handle, and the body releases an immense amount of magical energy in all directions, effectively turning the person into a bomb!"

"Yeah yeah, this isn't a bio lecture, tell me more about your past. Did you hurt someone?"

"Naw, I forfeit mid-tournament because the guy I was set to go against was...well he was about your size compared to me. I figured if I got a hit in, I'd break him in half. He was a magic user, and I tended not to heal well when the healers got their hands on me, so I was usually more of a defense guy. Can't really defend against magic. So I called it. Someone was getting hurt in that match, didn't want it to be either of us."

"Aww, that's so noble of you." Natasha cooed, somewhat distracted. Ilorek was about to continue his story, but was distracted when the small malamute reached a single hand down and started rubbing scratching at his leg fur, slowly making her way up to his crotch.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Ilorek asked, writhing uncomfortably at the touch.

Natasha didn't immediately respond, instead starting to rub in circles a few times. "Just...testing the waters I guess."

"Testing them for what?" Ilorek growled through a gritted beak.

Natasha stopped rubbing and hopped off his belly. "Don't be like that Ilorek. You've been flirting with me all goddamn day, and I've been flirting back. I'm a psychologist, I probably know what you want more than you do." she leaned in close to stare into his almost-angry golden gaze. "So do yourself a goddamn favor and loosen up." she poked him on the end of his beak then stepped back, still staring at him as she reached over to unbutton the top of his shirt.

His talons reached up to idly brush her hand away from his shirt, but instead he just held her hand there. "But, you know my rules. You know how I feel." he said, the anger dissipating from his tone, replaced by an undefined unease.

She let out another soft cooing sound as her fingers strained against his talons, still idly trying to unbutton his shirt. "Ilorek, your rules...they're clear, but I don't care. I'm not one of those girls you're protecting yourself against. I'm not here to use you and run away, I'm not here for my own needs."

Ilorek's talon loosened from hers, giving her fingers the freedom needed to get that first button undone.

"In the short time I've known you, I've gotten to know you better even than the people in my apartment, and I can tell you're enjoying every minute of my company. I want you in my life, I respect you, and you respect me. You've done a lot for me, more than you know; there's no reason I can't return the favor."

"I don't think we should...." Ilorek tried to sit up, but Natasha's fingers on his chest kept him down.

"You need release, mr horsey. Stop being so damn reserved and let me help you." she continued to unbutton his shirt until his entire chest was exposed, fur and feathers puffed out a bit in distress. She ran her fingers through the fluffed out feathers on his chest, cooing gently as she crawled over his body. "Relax, dear."

"Natasha, I'm serious...." he started, but She put a finger up to his beak, silencing him.

"So am I. Trust me, give me ten minutes and if you're still uncomfortable, I'll stop and we can go back to talking about your past." She leaned down to give a gentle lick on the end of his beak, a quick but oddly sensual kiss as she cradled his neck in her hands. She stared him straight in the eyes before continuing. If he really didn't want this, his eyes would say so.

His eyes were quite complacent.

Content, She slowly slid herself down his body until her legs were wrapped around his massive knees, her upper chest leaning against his crotch. She could actually feel his heartbeat clearly, and every pump made the bulge in his pants grow just a bit. "Don't be shy, dude." She said as she carefully unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. She tried to pry back the fabric to expose him, but his legs were too damn big.

There was a hesitant pause from Ilorek as he decided what to do, but after a while he leaned forward and started shimmying his pants down as Natasha leaned to the side, giving him the freedom he needed to liberate his bottom half from the confines of his pants; a feat made even harder when a massive horse-tail is factored in.

Once the garments were tossed to the side, Natasha was given her second look at that massive member. Currently still almost completely sheathed, it was a soft, velvety, wrinkled mound of growing flesh with two massive orbs hanging below. Last time she was a mere observer, but this time she was the instigator. She wanted to feel it, not just see it.

She gently rested both her paws on either side of the fleshy mound of wrinkled flesh, using her fingertips to coerce the flesh out. It wasn't long before the first few inches poked their way out, pointing right at Natasha's chest. She giggles a bit and brought her paws up to cup either side of the growing glans. She felt the gentle tickle of the barbs. She noted that they didn't feel nearly as firm or aggressive as she'd been expecting; a pleasant surprise.

Ilorek was looking down at Natasha, unsure if he really wanted to do this, but with his nethers getting excited, most thoughts not including flesh wrapped around his member quickly dispersed.

Natasha's eyes met Ilorek's as she leaned down, giving his tip a bit of a lick. She was a little disappointed in the lack of distinct taste, but she knew that would come as he got more excited. This just meant he kept himself clean.

Not wanting to waste any of her ten minutes, she didn't hesitate to wrap both hands around his shaft, stroking up and down as his flesh continued to expand and stiffen. Only eight inches of him was exposed, but she could tell he was enjoying hisself, since his head gave occasional throbs with each heartbeat.

She gave a gentle tug, urging the rest of his length out of his sheath, but seeing he wasn't ready, she leaned down for another lick across his tip, much slower this time to ensure she got as much of her saliva over it as she could. She wanted his entire length moist, it worked better that way.

Her hands wandered up and down his shaft as her tongue explored all over his tip, tracing the edges and even presing down against the opening, where she knew he would like it the most. He proved her right by having his hole dilate and pulse with every touch. She tried to suck ever so gently on it, wrapping her entire mouth around it, but she found this very hard to do without accidentally biting, so she returned to licking and stroking, occasionally taking a moment to drag her claws ever so gently against his balls, sure to not press too hard; she was sure to not make her touch any more than a tickle or scritch, as it should be.

Just as she cupped one of his balls, her tongue pressed against the groove of his tip, she felt his ring finally emerge. Her free hand tried to wrap around it, to feel its expanding girth, but her hand only got two thirds around it. She tried to hold back an eager moan, so she gave his head another deep, slow lick as she wrapped both hands around that median ring.

She was grabbibng onto that ring, using it to gently stroke up and down his length, occasionally stopping to spin her palms around it, spreading the moisture that was dripping from her mouth off his cocktip. She was having a lot of fun with it, but she could tell he was enjoying it as much as she was. Each new action of hers was met with a gentle writhe, an idle hip thrust, or a deep muscle twitch. He didn't even the slightest noise, but in a way she enjoyed that. It let her focus her ears on the wet, sloppy sounds that her tongue made as it lapped at the engorged flesh.

As she continued, she got a little bit more into it. Her strokes became a bit firmer, and noticeably faster. Her licks became more feverish, and with each few strokes she'd do what she could to wrap her mouth around his upper half, but she barely got his whole head in before she had to let off.

"Do...do you flare out like a horse?" She whispered in between licks.

Ilorek just grunted. "No, not really..." he moaned, clawing at the couch cushions as his body writhed in motion with hers.

"Good." she said before returning the cock to her mouth.

She was really getting into it now. She was trying to push her mouth over the cock as far as it would go, her hands constantly tugging on the rest of the loose, velvety skin to urge more of it out. Deep inside she knew that the knot wouldn't inflate till he was about to cum, but that didn't stop her from trying her best to take it all.

"Be....careful..." Ilorek gasped in between ragged breaths. "Small mouth."

She shook her head and fixed her pale blue glare on his. "Don't worry, bigger than you think..." She said as she grinned, forcing her mouth down almost as far as it would go. Her nose was rubbing on his median ring and she could feel his pulsing cock pressing against the back of her throat, halfway down her neck.

As she pulled off, she tasted a very strong taste. It was the first burst of precum that had released itself in the back of her throat. It was thick and musky, but sweet and tangy. She licked her lips eagerly before pressing her tongue against his hole again. She wanted more.

Up and down her mouth went, her tongue used as a bed for the cock to keep it from resting on her canine teeth, her upper lip curved in such a way that it kept his flesh from ever scraping. Instead, she felt his head constantly dragging against the rubbed texture in the roof of her mouth, and he felt it too. It was like being blown by three professionals at once, and he was wondering if he was able to hold back any longer.

Ilorek felt his body start to tense and his beak clamp shut. His tail started to twitch as a few more rapid pumps began to inflate his knot. "Knot...." he managed to get out, warning her as best he could.

But Natasha was waiting for this. She quickly opened her mouth and pulled off, taking a quick moment to coat her hands in the combination of saliva and thick, musky precum that had been oozing from his tip. She rubbed this around his head then down his shaft; she went past the median ring and dug into his still partially wrinkled folds to wrap her hands around the base of his inflating knot. She took in a deep breath an used this leverage on his knot and the fluids on his head to press her mouth down over the cock as deep as it would go. She could feel his head pulsating, the barbs tickling her throat as the knot grew in her hands.

That knot...grew so much that even using both hands she couldn't wrap around it. She knew she had to apply pressure, so she did all she could.

Hands around the base of his knot, mouth engulfing the shaft, Ilorek couldn't take it anymore, so he let his body go, quickly tensing up in a sudden burst, followed by a gentle shudder as his balls feld themselves draining into the malamute's throat.

She did her best to swallow every drop of the intensely thick, white fluid, but some of it dribbled out the side of her mouth, gumming up the fur of her chin. She tried to keep the entire top half of the shaft in her mouth, but her lips were just barely past the median ring, and that wasn't enough to keep it on with all the pressure of his eruption.

Cum splashed everywhere as she eased her mouth off him, occasional spurts still erupting from his head as it emerged, remnants from her throat dribbling down her tonge, giving her an even better taste. It was somewhat bitter, but it was balanced by its sweetness, and she loved the texture so she licked as much of it as she could off her lips before licking off the bits that dribbled down his shaft. Her hands were still wrapped around the base of his knot, so she used her leverage to aim it more at her face.

More spurts came forth, erupting from the opening in his head. None were nearly as potent as that first blast of cum, but instead were basically just pushing out then dribbling down around his glans. She had no problem licking every single one off him, after all, it was her responsibility to clean him up when she was done. It was only polite.

Eventually, the spurts stopped completely, and she released her grip from the base of his knot, letting his member deflate to a more natural state.

Ilorek was nearly knocked out from his orgasm, which isn't uncommon for knotted creatures. "I....you lied..." he sighed.

Natasha giggled and licked her lips, doing her best to wipe off the rest with the fur on her forearm. "About what?"

"Took you fifteen minutes." he laughed, then let his body relax. His cock was slowly shrinking, but it was still over 10 inches long, though there was no hint of the knot that had grown in her hands. One of her favorite things to do was to feel a knot growing in her hands, it was unrivalled by anything most species could offer her. This was just as intense.

Ready to call it a night, she leaned down and nuzzled underneath his massive cock, letting her body rest on his leg. She licked her lips again, enjoying the musky taste that his cum left on her tongue. He was clean, so if they so desired, they could have another go.

"So...uh...I gotta repay the favor..." Ilorek started.

"Not tonight." she interjected. "I'll let you some other time. Promise."

Ilorek paused for a moment before speaking. "You promise you won't leave like the others?" he pleaded, resting his talon between her ears.

"Not going anywhere. I'll see you in the morning, and the day after that. I told you, I'm pretty transparent and stuff. If I'm gonna be your friend, enjoy your company, no harm in letting you milk you from time to time, right?"

Ilorek chuckled and tried to get up, his cock almost entirely retracted now. "Can't argue with that logic, I suppose. Either way, I think I better get to bed. Uh, I still think it's best you stay out here."

Natasha nodded, her eyes staring at his moist crotch. "I think that's fair."

The larger hippogryph reluctantly turned to go to his room, but his knees wobbled a bit, forcing him to lean agaisnt the wall before continuing on.

That put a smile on Natasha's face as she grabbed the blanket that had fallen on the floor. As she curled up and laid her head down, she noticed there was a bit of spunk on the couch beside her tail. She happily wiped it off with her paw and sniffed it before licking it.

She watched with a grin on her face as Ilorek disappeared into his room, giving her one last look at his rump before he shut the door behind him.