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Smiling at her reflection Zevery dabbed just a hint of rose oil at her neck and wrists before stepping back and looking over her slender form. Her tail curled behind her in delicious delight. The red evening dress hugged her lithe frame so tight it was like the tongue of a lover trying to caress every inch of skin it could reach. Nothing more than spaghetti straps held it up and little more then a few bare inches down the thigh kept it from being absolutely scandalous. Grinning, she lightly licked her fingertip and pressed it to the mirrored reflection of her cheek in giddy delight. Thinking to herself, she crooned, Tonight is going to be fun...

Giggling, she started faintly at a slight movement by the door she caught at the edge of her perception. Spinning about she gripped the edge of her vanity, heart beating fast in her chest in excitement and a hiccup of thrilling fright. However, she released a sigh of relief at seeing the curious face of a lithe, feminine feline. A gentle smile slid over Zevery's beak as she watched Ahurya's ears dart forward and to the side, catching the sounds of the world and taking in all that was around her as her eyes could not.

Smiling softly the black feline's tail curled slowly as she spoke, "Did I frighten you? Sorry, I hadn't meant to."

Zevery shook her head, chuckling at herself as she straightened and brushed a hand down her red velvet dress absently, 'Nah, I'm alright. I spook easy. Real easy... besides you're so quiet. And I had thought that maybe-"

"-I was Rak?" Giggling lightly the young feline prowled into the room and stretched her hand forward. Smiling, Zevery took the teen's paw and pressed it lightly against her own face. A protective tenderness sprang into her breast as Ahurya's fingers glided lightly down her face and paused at the necklace that dangled at her throat. It was a simple rose the color of a new copper penny with a hint of blushing pink that matched her earrings. The fragile rose glinted against her white chest fur in the soft light of her bedroom. Ahurya smiled after caressing the pendent for a moment before her hand swept lower to feel the cut, fabric, fit, feel, and length of the dress. Contentedly, Zevery brushed a hand along the kitty's cheek and smiled as Ahurya felt the dangerously revealing length of the hem and released a giggle, "You're going to make poor Rak sweat."

Zevery chuckled in response as Ahurya stepped back and the griflet looked herself over in the mirror one last time, "You don't think it's too much?" She paused a moment before she couldn't resist and released a giggle, "Or too little?"

Ahurya covered her muzzle to stifle her own giggles as she shook her head, "No. I think it's perfect. Besides, tonight is a special night for you two, right?"

Zevery nodded her head with a sigh. It had just been some time since she and Rak had really had a night to themselves. She loved living here with his adopted siblings and her own strange, lil' family. She had found a warm home and an accepting, open family in this new roost that she had never imagined she'd be blessed with. Jerome was pleased as punch to have a plethora of friends and relations to chat and tussle with. Not to mention he adored looking after Ahurya and Cecilia. Cecilia had opened up surprisingly well to Raknar and his odd family with a growing ease and apparent happiness that made Zevery smile in pure joy. Even Ricor seemed to be opening up to them slowly but surely in his own stubborn way. Cici was less wary of him then she had been at first and Jerome absolutely refused to be daunted by his aloof, reclusive nature, often prodding him to a discussion or playful, light teasing whenever he could. But she and Jerome both knew he had a good heart. And Rak...

She sighed wistfully, leaning back against the vanity with her hip as she glanced over at the gilded, silver frame that held a photo from their first real date. Rak was faintly flushed with pleasure, a matching blush though somewhat darker painting her cheeks. They were sitting in the sparkling sunshine at the outdoor patio of a charming little cafe that specialized in foreign delicacies and delicious teas and coffee. It had been a rather unexpected moment because one of her friends, Colinar, a snow leopard with a playful nature, had come upon them rather suddenly while they had been deep in an animated conversation about cooking and food.

Caught unawares the two had blushed identically at her friend's chuckled comment that they looked "absolutely adorable" together. He'd snapped the pic while they had still been recovering their wits and were trying desperately to look up at one another once more. Before that they had chatted at Rak's home once or twice when Zevery had been visiting another friend of hers that lived in the same building. They'd hit it off so well that Raknar had stumbled over an invitation to a date sometime after their third random encounter. Still getting to know one another, the comment had both pleased and embarrassed them. Afterward, Raknar had asked her out upon walking her home and seeing her to her door. They had shared an amazing kiss that night that still made her swoon at the memory to this day.

Shaking her head Zevery looked up as she realized Jerome, a fellow gryphon, had poked his head in the door and whistled. Ahurya turned her head toward the sound of his voice as she purred happily, "Isn't she pretty?"

Jerome crooned deep in his throat, "Of course... If she weren't like my lil' sis... well Zevie, Rak would definitely have to share you at the very least."

Zevery chuckled at this and tossed a small throw pillow at him as she strode to the door, "You gonna look after Ahurya and Cecilia? And how's Rak doing? He ready yet?"

Jerome snorted faintly with a sigh as he patted Ahurya warmly on the head and she nuzzled his hand in response, "Sadly these two hardly need looking after. Ahruya's practically an adult as it is because she's so sharp." Ahruya beamed at the compliment as Jerome looked back up at Zevery, "Besides, she's got Cecilia to play with right?"

Zeve watched the feline's shy reaction as she looked down quietly, smiling secretively to herself. Zeve knew something was there but knew better then to press. Happy for her timid Cici and glad to see the warmth of affection the black kitty seemed to hold for her she looked up at Jerome as the griffin finished with a wide grin. "And Rak is looking very delectable. I helped him get into the custom shirt and pants you had tailored for him. He looks damned delicious. You sure you do not require a little aid in savoring that tasty morsel tonight?"

Zevery giggled at this as Jerome playfully pouted in response, "Sorry Jerome. Tonight Rak is all mine... and vice versa..." She flushed happily at this as she led Jerome and Ahurya from her room and padded downstairs to meet Rak and head out to dinner.

As she padded down the stairs she grinned as Jerome scooped up Ahurya with a sudden whoop and the feline released a startled but pleased cry. Taking the stairs in bounds he hit the bottom floor and spun about with a laugh. A startled gasp and warning from across the living area told her Cecilia, a fair colored and shy gryphon, had spotted them. Jerome pouted faintly at being chastised but grinned none the less as he released the black feline and she embraced Cici warmly, reassuring the easily worried griflet. Zevery watched all this warmly as she looked down into the den area and spotted Ricor off to the side watching quietly. Jerome grinned at this and began stalking toward the brooding hawk who clacked his beak a bit at the advance but Jerome remained unfazed. Shaking her head at this she scanned the room for Raknar and... nearly tripped over her own talons heading down the stairs at the sight of him dressed up for their night out.

He was absolutely stunning.

The griflet gripped the railing as she released the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding in. Swallowing, she looked him over with the enthusiasm of a young teenager getting the chance of a lifetime to ogle her biggest pop star crush. For the moment he hadn't turned to see her yet, still a bit startled and chuckling over Jerome's playful antics with Ahurya.

Knowing how much Rak disliked conventional clothing, she had taken him out shopping about a week ago to get some tailored dress shirts and a few pairs of slacks made just for him. At first he had protested, not quite certain about the whole thing but with the promise of a special surprise of his choice upon getting home he'd readily agreed. They'd had him fitted for a few pale gray and white dress shirts as well as a pair of black slacks and a matching set in dark brown. She cursed softly to herself, reminding herself to thank Arcanei for the tight fit in the rear. The tigress worked out of her own shop and had done the measurements herself with an eye for just how to make the clothing comfortable but sexy.

The she devil had outdone herself on this one.

The slacks hugged tight to Rak's rump in a drool worthy display of his thigh and butt muscles. The butt has muscles? Shooing the thought away she smiled, the legs were loose and went down in a neat, business like cut. And the waist was lowered for his tail but had a custom buckle and tail hole in the back that allowed Rak to pull the pants over his waist and fasten them over his tail. The shirt however was the true masterpiece. It was a button up white dress shirt tucked into the slacks that also had slits cut into the back that buttoned at the top so as to allow Rak's wings to be free of his shirt. Raknar had been thrilled with this and she was glad to have made the purchase. The loose shirt hugged his broad torso with a casual cling that left her drooling. She already wanted to slide her hands up under the shirt tails to feel the chest it hid despite being already rather familiar with the flesh and muscle there. Intimately so in fact...

Fighting a blush she padded further down the stairs and caught Rak's eye as he turned to look toward the stairs and stifled a chuckle. They both paused as he flushed and her own blush grew darker. She loved his reaction at seeing her even now. He'd pause and smile, embracing her with that same warmth he always had. And now... she knew he was staring and was glad for it. She had dressed to kill for him and only him. And, based on his reaction, she had accomplished just what she had hoped to achieve. Coughing a bit the albatross turned his gaze away briefly to collect himself before looking back toward her as he cleared his throat, "R-ready to go?"

Smiling slyly despite her blush and looking him over unabashedly she crooned, "Hai, ready and willing sexy."

This comment shook him out of his momentary shyness as he chuckled, grabbing her about the waist and pulling her close, "I'd hope so. I'd only get this dressed up for something really important. So where are we going love?"

Placing a finger on Rak's beak as he dipped low to lick her beak and initiate a kiss, she stopped his movement and she giggled, "That's a secret 'til we get there. It's an awesome little restaurant in the city. You'll love it. Promise. And I'm definitely driving."

Raknar smiled sheepishly upon remembering the last time he'd driven in the city. It had only been once and, while his usually keen sense of direction made him a great country or expressway driver (not to mention flyer), he tended to get lost in the city. The one time he'd driven they'd ended up being lost for about an hour before they found a place to get directions. However, to his credit, the trip had ended rather pleasantly for they had found a little nook of exotic shops tucked away in the older section of the city that had a unique charm to them. They had spent the afternoon browsing the selections and had gone back a few times to visit the quirky shop owners and to get ice cream from a place across the street that made and flavored all their rich, frozen deserts themselves.

They pulled out of the driveway in Zevery's slightly beaten up, teal convertible. The griflet gave one last wave to Jerome who stood watching from the front door as they took off into the night and heard him calling after them to behave. This made both her and Rak chuckle as they glanced mischievously at each other then back onto the open road. The radio sang to them as the night air whipped back their feathers.

She loved driving. The freedom of the road, the purr of the engine, and the soft call of music were all a drug that let her escape the craziness of her somewhat frantic life at times. And having Rak there only made the high sweeter. The albatross slid his hand onto her thigh and snaked it slowly upward before leaving it there to rest. She smiled at this. Glancing at his hand, she grasped it gently, gave it a squeeze, and then released it. Rak looked up at her with a warm affection that had her blushing all over again. She'd never understand how this boy did this to her but she knew it was right and it was good so she didn't really care anymore than that. Giggling she sped up and took off into the night heading toward the city and their destination.

Within 20 minutes they made it to the city limits. Zevery couldn't help but sneak a peek at Rak as they rolled through the city and skirted past scenes of the night life. He was getting used to the towering buildings, the bright lights, the noise, and the smell but it was still fun to watch him take in the sights with an interest in his surroundings that was usually all but dead to the city dwellers. This place was amazing in its life and activity and Raknar felt that as much as she did. They pulled into a parking garage, parked the car, and meandered, hand in hand, down the shopping window strip toward the restaurant. She paused at a window and looked over the glittering baubles of a shop that sold glass blown creations.

Rak paused and looked over them as well for a moment before tugging on her hand and chuckling, "Aren't you worried we'll be late?"

Zevery shook her head and grinned, "Nope, we've got reservations for 9:30. We've still got a little time?? They wandered down the lane of shops, crossing the street and glancing curiously into the bars as they passed. Most of the shops were closed but the restaurants and bars had a fair number of people. It was a Thursday night so most of the bars were jumping considering it was ladies' night in most places. Raknar had teasingly suggested they go in to try to score a few free drinks off the bartenders. Blushing, Zevery giggled in response and tugged him toward the restaurant, "Maybe after dinner. But come on, we're almost there."

The griflet playfully tugged the laughing albatross toward a small bistro restaurant that sat on the corner of a street looking out into a small town square. The town square had a grounded fountain that shot jets of water in a timed sequence every hour on the hour. A few couples sat on benches along the cobblestone paved ground that wrapped around four separate planters. The planters had a variety of blooming summer flowers that bobbed their heads in the gentle breeze that wafted through the square. Rak paused, gripping Zevery's arm and lifting his beak. The breeze caressed their feathers gently and she caught what he had paused to admire. The square must have been home to hidden jasmine for the scent of it danced in the breeze with a butterfly kissing faintness that teased her senses and made her all the more giddy.

Purring softly, Zevery led Raknar into a small but relatively lively Italian restaurant. The host glanced up from his duties and brightened immediately at seeing the cooing pair as they entered. Raknar was tugging Zevery backward to nip at her neck in response to a comment she'd made just as the host cleared his throat, smiling pleased. The gryphon looked up with a bright blush. She caressed the albatross's cheek before pulling away from him and embracing the host. The host, a startlingly handsome brown fox, murmured quietly into her ear, causing the gryphon to blush and smack his arm playfully even as she giggled throatily. The brown fox winked at Rak over Zeve's shoulder. He pulled away from the griflet and lifted her hand to his lips. Rak bristled at the sight as the fox led her by the hand to a table in the back. As he left to retrieve them some menus, Rak questioningly looked toward the blushing Zeve as she shook her head at the fox's attentions.

Seeing her boyfriend's gaze she smiled, crooning softly, "That's Sebastian. He's an adopted brother to my college buddy, Cakarta. He's a brown fox from a family of blonde foxes. Anyway, he, Cakarta, and I used to do all kinds of crazy things back in college. He was even a model for some of my pictures. I haven't seen as much of them since leaving but we still hang out sometimes. He and I always used to flirt playfully but mostly just for fun. Actually, he's the one who got me the reservations on such short notice. It was kinda a surprise because I'd been tellin' him how bummed I was we hadn't been able to get out recently. He works here so he arranged for us to get a spot though they're usually booked a month in advance."

Raknar blushed faintly at this as Zevery chuckled and leaned in to lick the tip of his beak before they took their seats sitting opposite each other. His possessive streak thrilled and often aroused her. To think that her lover was so taken by her as to desire to call her all his own and protect her from the advance of any other, sent a chill down her spine. To belong to someone so wholly as to be claimed with an aggressive lust... To be desired so strongly to feel it from his invading kiss to the way his lingering hands memorized her frame slowly...

She blinked to see Rak smiling at her from across the table with a knowing look on his face. Sebastian had come and gone, leaving them each with a glass of water and with a set of menus. Embarrassed, the griflet buried her beak in the menu thinking quietly to herself. She rarely daydreamed like that unless she was contemplating just what Rak seemed to think was going through her mind. Cursing his willful amusement and her own sudden flare of thrill that he could not only guess but, seemed likewise pleased with her train of thought, she fought her blush and focused on studying the selection of food as best she could... trying hard to not think about how yummy Raknar was himself...

Sebastian returned after they had a few minutes to study the menu. Zevery could not hide her blush from her grinning friend as they ordered their beverages and food. The brown fox winked at her spiritedly and licked his lips as he took up their menus with a chuckle. The host leaned down to murmur quietly to her, "He's cute. Be sure to have fun tonight. I'll have the chef serve you up with a little something extra special in the meal. It makes the entire dining experience all the more... memorable and delicious." Chuckling to himself as he left, Zevery muttered quietly. Only at that moment did she realize how odd it was that a host was serving. Rubbing the area just above her beak she sighed faintly, He probably asked to serve us especially. Damn him...

She looked up after thinking to herself for a moment to find Raknar watching her from across the table. His chin rested in his palm as he leaned forward to take in her heated blush. His elbow rested on the table as he cradled his chin making him look for all the world like a noble taking in the pleasures of seeing his servant squirm beneath his practiced touch. Growling softly the griflet drew her hands into her lap, wringing them in agitation as she grumbled softly and her blush darkened, "W-what?"

The albatross chuckled softly as he cooed to sooth her ruffled pride. Reaching across the table he brushed her cheek then lifted up her chin with the crook of his finger. Eyes dancing with an affectionate but mischievous light the albatross crooned soft and low, "I don't have any idea what you are so wound up about. But I can't help but wonder, what's going through your head to make you blush that brightly?"

His laughing eyes made her growl softly as she clenched her fists faintly and glanced to the side with a muttered curse. It was true that this jibbing, teasing nature of his was something she adored in him but that did not mean it didn't raise her hackles at times. Her partner feigned innocence at her pouting glare but could not suppress a smirk of pleasure that curled at the edge of his beak. The gryphon closed her eyes with a soft sigh as she rubbed her temples and thought to herself, Irritating bird... he knows exactly what I'm thinking about but he just loves to prod me about it.

However, rather suddenly, a calm, sly smile slid over the griflet's beak as she lowered her hand to her wine glass. Plucking up the dainty glass and swirling the blush colored liquid within, she smiled sweetly and cooed just as softly in response, "Oh... nothing in particular dear. I just can't help but imagine naughty little things with you around."

Rak's smile faltered for a moment as he removed his hand from her cheek and sat upright in the booth. Sensing the power dynamic had shifted somehow without him knowing his eyes sparked with interest as he chuckled. Leaning forward, Raknar folded his hands before him on the table as he raised an eyebrow at her words and grinned, "Oh? And what naughty thoughts are those?"

Grinning, Zevery remained quiet for a moment. Sipping the wine from her glass with a pleased, throaty purr, she allowed Rak's own imagination get the better of him before she stoked the fires even higher. Setting down the cup with a nonchalant gesture, she mimicked Rak's earlier posture and expression by cradling her chin in her hand. Zevery cooed softly enough only for him to hear, "Just thinking... about how hot you'd get if I told you I'm not wearing any panties and am already wet."

The effect was immediate. Her boyfriend flushed brilliantly and gulped to wet his suddenly dry mouth. He hissed low in response and almost moaned out his words, "A-are you serious?" A simple nod was all the grinning griflet gave in response but it was enough to have him shifting uncomfortably as he reached for his wine and took an unrefined swig. The blush colored liquid was bitter and sweet all at once on his pallet and sent a heady rush to his brain. He glanced away from his grinning girlfriend and thought silently, No wonder she looked so sure of herself... I'll have to find a way to gain an edge if there's anyway I'm going to keep my cool...

Zevery loved the games they played. Often times they managed to break even but more often than not, when the two of them vied for dominance in their escapades, Rak came out on top. Not that she minded this however. Far from the truth, the griflet adored having finally found a man who could dominate her successfully and make her feel like a female; taken and ravaged by a strong, lusty male. However, there were moments when she absolutely loved to make him squirm and remind him that, she too, had a dominant streak that she'd exercise to the fullest when she wanted. And now that she had the advantage, she'd give him no quarter.

Giggling she purred, "Something wrong?" Given Rak's distracted response of a murmured 'no', she knew he was already trying to come up with a way to retaliate. However, she knew better then to let up now considering her boyfriend's sharp wits. The gryphon grinned coyly. Rak may dominate her most times spontaneously in bed but they were playing in her arena. Her cunning lay in plans, traps, delectable bait, and delicious surprises.

Raknar stilled suddenly in the seat across from her. His wide sky-blue eyes caught her emerald green gaze with a stunned expression as he swallowed and shifted uncertainly. His hands drifted to his knees as he closed his eyes briefly. Releasing a slow breath, he tried to gain control over his body's response. It was gradually growing difficult to handle his reactions in more ways than one. Zeve had curled her talons and stretched out her foot to slowly caress up the inseam of his slacks from his calf muscle to the edge of his thigh and back down again. Thankfully and/or sadly, her legs were too short to reach much further up or he'd be in trouble. The unfamiliar press of the fabric against his feathers beneath the ministrations of her talon's knuckles proved more distracting then he would have thought.

Zevery giggled softly to herself. Normally Rak's reaction wasn't so strong with just this little urging. However, she knew he adored the thought of sex in a public place. The erotic potency of the public setting of the restaurant combined with her all too rare streak of dominance was sending him down faster than he was used to so she already had quite an advantage. This allowed her to savor his slight shifting without worrying about him reorienting himself too quickly.

Zevery stretched out a claw to scrape the deep inside of Raknar's thigh. Her talon curled and scraped along his pant leg making him want to pull away and edge closer all at once. He exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm himself, looking up as the waiter delivered them bread and pesto as an appetizer. He smiled slowly as the waiter poured oil over the pesto. The albatross was about to ask about the ingredients of the pesto before he jerked violently and released a sudden gasp of surprise. The waiter raised an eyebrow and murmured quietly in concern. However Raknar shook his head swiftly in response to stifle the waiter's curiosity.

The waiter left with a shrug as Raknar released the low moan he'd been holding back and shuddered. Zevery's tail had curled beneath the table and was even now rubbing over his groin and inner thighs with a teasing touch. Twitching to and fro, it promised pleasure but denied any constant sensation. Growling faintly Raknar closed his eyes and murmured, "Don't start what you don't intend to finish..."

Zevery clucked at this comment as her tail flexed filling the crease between his right leg and his steadily thickening groin. She scraped her talon down his thigh as she leaned forward and purred throatily, "What makes you think I don't intend to finish this?" She raised an eyebrow as Raknar shuddered at this remark. A smirk curled at the edge of her beak as she added in a whisper low and husky with lust, "In fact... I'd have to say I'm rather prepared to finish this. After all... I'm not wearing anything under this dress. Nothing..."

Raknar swallowed hard at this. His fingers gripped his knees tightly, itching to slide inward and upward. Hell, he was tempted to do just that to knock her teasing tail away and relieve the aching frustration himself; if not to help stabilize his quickly dwindling restraint with a little satisfaction, then to tease her by self pleasuring. That would at least even the odds a bit. But his low, barely suppressed groan betrayed his need as her eyes sparkled with flashes of passion and a dare for him to fight her slow seduction.

By this time however Raknar was far from fighting. With a delighted purr, his girlfriend leaned forward, entwining her fingers in front of her chin. The albatross gulped as his eyes traveled down to her cleavage. Her chuckle of amusement had him growling a bit but her murmured words set him groaning once more, "Slide forward if you want Rakky, so I can reach it better."

His ice blue eyes locked with her flashing green eyes as he grunted with arousal and slid forward in his seat. This movement knocked the knuckles of her talons against his groin. The sensation immediately soothed his aching erection. Zevery squeezed the curled toes of her talons along each side of his throbbing cock, slipping her toes up and down the length with a slow pace. Panting softly, Rak closed his eyes against the sensual massage with a sigh of relief, moaning low each time she shifted her toes to a new angle or changed pace. She pinched the base of his erection with her toes and massaged his inner thighs in small circles with her talons' knuckles. The griflet pressed his cock between her curled talons and slid up the length with a tight grasp. So involved was he in the slow, torturous foot job that he jumped, startled, as their salad arrived and was set before them.

Immediately, Raknar's hands flew to the table as he gripped the tablecloth and looked up, bewildered, at Sebastian as the grinning host set two fresh salads upon the table, one before each of them. The albatross had slid back into his seat with a soft gasp as his eyes shot to his lap and he swiftly flushed. The brown fox raised his eyebrow to this action as he clucked softly and shook his head, "Something wrong sir?" The white winged bird stuttered a quiet response as Sebastian slowly unfolded his napkin. The host tsked softly, attempting to lay the napkin over the albatross's lap with a soft chuckle as Raknar swiftly took the napkin and completed the task himself with a furious blush.

Sweeping his hand over the salad, Sebastian spoke with a smooth edge of playful teasing and refined courtesy, "Your salad has arrived. It's rather delicious so I suggest you sample it at the very least before getting too distracted by your ravishing company." Raknar opened his mouth to break his stunned silence as the chocolate brown fox sauntered away. The albatross however could say nothing before the host called over his shoulder, "And do try your best to be discreet."

This spurred a burst of giggles from Zeve that left her boyfriend huffing softly in agitation as he grumbled, "Seeing how evil you are, I'm not surprised he's the kind of company you like to keep..." The comment sobered the griflet immediately as she looked across the table with an almost hurt expression. Raknar bit his tongue as her foot slid away from his own. It had been resting there in the interim of her foot play while they were being served. The loss of warmth at the absence of her talon curled beside his surprised him as the downcast look in her eyes made his heart leap in regret. Wishing desperately he could swallow the words back, he crooned softly to sooth her. He laid his feathered hand over her paw and cooed sweet endearments meant for no one but her to hear. Mentally kicking himself he bit his tongue faintly, praying she'd forgive his offhand slight. Rak closed his eyes with a soft sigh before a squeeze to his hand made them flutter open with a start.

Zevery looked up at her boyfriend through her long lashes with a gentle smile and a cooing purr. She knew better then to take what he'd said as offensive. Given the strain she'd placed on his circulatory system to provide enough blood to his straining erection and to his head, she was pleased to see he had noticed her momentary startled state at his words. Truth be told, she was a bit embarrassed by her friend's behavior and certainly planned to have a word with the fox for intruding on their alone time. However, she had been more afraid Rak hadn't been pleased with her little escapade thus far and was annoyed once he'd been given the time to recover himself from her teasing. But his soft, harried attempt to smooth the feathers he thought he'd ruffled let her know he was hardly displeased with her.

Leaning forward, the griflet brushed his cheek and chuckled, "I'm fine babe. Really... I just thought you were a little upset. I'll have a word with Sebastian later. Right now let's enjoy our meal. Besides, it's hard for my poor baby to think with all his blood invested in his loins rather than his head... well... in the other head anyway." Leaning back she giggled as his relieved expression gave way to a faint flush at being reminded of his predicament. She was surprised he had enough blood to allow him the luxury of blushing, thinking, and fueling his rather impressive hard on.

They set into their salad with relish however Rak found it hard to focus on the food as he watched Zeve pick through her salad delicately. Every once in a while her tongue would dart out and lick a bit of dressing from her beak and all he could think of was having that tongue caressing and cleaning his own? Shaking his head he released a cough and resettled himself uncomfortably on the chair. Looking up he blinked to see his girlfriend watching him with an intent, hooded gaze. Sitting upright in his chair he mumbled quietly, "W-what is it?"

The griflet laughed a bit, covering her mouth to hide her smile at his lost expression. Clearing her throat she repeated herself, "I asked you if you could get my cell phone out of my purse. I put it under the table to keep it safe but I knocked it closer to you when I... well while playing a little earlier." Her teasing grin sent the blood rushing through his veins again in reminder of her daring. It was only then though that he heard the jingle of her phone ringing softly near his feet. Mumbling a quiet assent he had to carefully rearrange himself in the chair so that he could lift the table cloth to search for her purse, finding he couldn't easily reach it otherwise. It was then he noticed how long the tablecloths were. His beak fell open at the sudden realization as he thought, The little minx... had it all planned... the tablecloths would hide her foot play... Chuckling to himself he reached over for her purse and made a promise to himself, Smart little devil... I'll have to get her back for it.

He grabbed her phone as it fell silent and, having retrieved the little bugger, his eyes wandered toward her long, sturdy legs with a stray thought. Admiring the curves and muscles that shifted as she uncrossed and crossed her legs he fought the urge to whistle as he felt his groin tighten in response. It was then however that he jerked back as she parted her legs faintly and his cock instantly leapt at the sight. She really wasn't wearing any panties as she had teased. In fact, her pussy lips were drenched with moisture and glistening with her feminine juices. Sucking on his tongue to stifle the moan building in his throat the albatross struggled to right himself in his chair as she closed her legs once more and he rubbed his aching head. (Sadly it was the one he had struck in surprise on the table and not the one pounding with surging blood and weeping with arousal.) His girl furrowed her brow in worry but he waved it off with a sheepish smile and quickly set back into his salad. Drawing further attention to the matter would probably send him so deep into lust nothing sort of a good screwing would relieve his yearning desire.

Zevery phoned her caller back and spoke with them quietly and briefly. After hanging up the phone Zevery sighed a bit and pushed her bowl to the side. Looking up, Rak asked quietly, "Is everything alright?"

The griflet giggled softly, waving it off with a swish of her hand, "Yeah... it was just Jerome calling to ask how everything was going. He's terrible sometimes. He was certain we were up to no good and pouted when I told him we were just having a nice quiet dinner out."

Raknar frowned a bit at this as a waiter came by to take up their salad bowls and he tilted his head to the side, "But... I mean... you mean we are just gonna... What about..." He blushed at the implication and looked down, wondering if he'd overstepped himself somewhere.

The griflet leaned forward once more, giving him another generous view of the valley dipping between her small perky breasts as she murmured huskily, "What I want from you tonight is between you and me and is meant for just the two of us. Jerome can mind his own business..." With this murmured purr her tail flicked along his inner thigh reassuring him just what she what she meant. A shiver rolled down his spine as their entrees arrived just a moment later and provided an unwelcome distraction once more to their verbal intercourse. It was especially irritating considering the only thing he cared to dine on right then was the honeyed treat nestled between Zevery's thighs. A grunt of frustration left the griflet smiling as she purred with a teasing chastising, "Dinner before sweet desserts Rakky baby." She winked at this, "And you'll get your just desserts and more if you're a good boy and are patient. Be sure to eat all your vegetables too."

Raknar couldn't help but laugh at this trite statement and set into his meal with vigor. He watched Zeve with a sharp hungry gaze promising his little gryphon that, though one appetite was swiftly being satisfied, another raged just as hungrily and would take quite a bit to sate. He watched as she picked at her food slowly, taking enjoyment in watching his momentary shifting to make it more comfortable to sit with his throbbing erection. Smiling to himself he cleared his throat and woke the gryphon from her thoughts. Looking her petite frame over with a sly look as he licked his beak he murmured low, "Be sure to eat up too sweetie. You're gonna need all the energy you can get to be able to handle the pounding I'm gonna give you." Zeve immediately flushed at this as he crooned huskily and smiled to himself, I'm not going down without a fight cutie and you know it.

Zeve swallowed hard at this, her stomach churning wildly at the lust this sent surging through her. Her knees went weak as her flush grew darker and she set into her food with a hushed silence. The sexual tension was palatable as each of them were left to their own thoughts as they dined in the quiet, glow of the candle lit table. Raknar was pleased with having caught her off guard but knew better then to celebrate. She'd fight back to regain dominance over the situation soon enough. And gods help him he loved the thought. He looked up at his love and cooed, "So how's your meal?"

Zevery had just then been kicking herself for being so easily swayed. Her libido was impossible sometimes. But just then, as Raknar spoke, her mind clicked and she crooned with delight. Rakky had just provided her with the perfect opportunity to turn the tides in their little game. She knew several of his turn ons and was a little disappointed that she hadn't thought of this one sooner.

Sitting straighter, she licked at her fork with a sigh of pleasure before glancing at Raknar with a dreamy expression, "The food is amazing. The chicken is so tender it yields with perfect willingness to my tongue and teeth. The meat is savory and spicy. The tomatoes have a sweet, surprising tang that reminds me of our hurried, passionate moments in the wee morning hours when I have to rush off to work and you're just settling in for bed. With nothing more then a promise of too few precious minutes we cherish the time with a hot and heavy kiss. Red as these ripe tomatoes you grow flushed. Your soft tongue twines with mine, soft as the flesh beneath the fruit's delicate satin skin, taut and heavy with seed and plump flesh. The lemon adds a spark of tartness that relives the fluttering skip my heart gives at the sudden kiss. The succeeding faint sour sting of the lemon weakens me with surprise just as your kiss buckles my knees and threatens my willingness to leave the sweetness. And the lingering bitter spice of the basil recalls the bittersweet thought of leaving you but knowing I'll return to that deliciousness at the end of each and every day." Cooing softly she looked up at her gaping partner with a pleased expression, "How's your meal Rakky baby?"

A rumble low in Raknar's throat was all that came in response from her tense albatross. His eyes burned with a broiling intensity that trapped her breath in her throat and made her pace quicken with desire. She swallowed to wet her suddenly dry throat as his utensils clanked onto his plate, his meal half eaten and entirely forgotten. Leaning forward, her boyfriend hissed with a low, rushed whisper, "If you keep that up woman? I'll take you here on this table hard and fast for everyone to see. And I won't care what the consequences will be."

His guttural words sent an immediate pulse to her already sopping pussy as she crooned low in distress and her eyes darted about them nervously, "B-but... there are so many people here Rakky... Oh gods when you talk like that..." She swallowed once more and moaned softly as a fresh surge of moisture flooded her pussy lips. She pinched her legs shut in a desperate attempt to quell the stinging lance of desire to her loins and to try to hold back the slow trickle of the fluid over her thighs. Her breath came quicker as she looked up at her boyfriend with a panicked chirp of need. The game was over. In a hushed, stuttered breath she crooned, "Rak... I need you. Now."

Raknar took a deep breath and closed his eyes to steady himself. The scent of her need had reached his nostrils and had driven almost every thought from his mind but the raging need to slam himself home in her wet warmth and bury himself there until they were both screeching in ecstasy and weak with pleasure. And that was just for starters.

Opening his eyes once more he quickly scanned the area, thoughts racing and heart pounding. Blood surged from every point to his body into his groin it seemed until all he could do to think was clench his fists and glare at the other patrons with disdain for their mere presence. If it weren't for them he could already have slammed her down onto the table and... Shut up Raknar and think for cripes sake! I'm not going to be able to make it to the car... bathrooms are out. Too many... oh fuck it... it's hardly romantic but...

Suddenly a wide grin spread over his beak as he watched a brisk waiter stride swiftly toward them. A roped off section of the dining area lay just behind them that the waiter had just stepped out from. It was an area smaller than the one most of the tables occupied and, more importantly, it was set apart from the rest of the restaurant by long hanging velvet drapes that hung from the ceiling to the floor. There was only one entrance to the area that the white winged bird could see. Rak grabbed the waiter's arm with a surprising firmness just as he was about to walk past. The albatross crooned huskily, "What is that area back there for?"

The frightened waiter, a middle-aged male tiger whose name tag read 'Jasper', stuttered hopelessly in a rushed response, "Th-that's the s-special dining area... wh-where we receive our-our-our..." He swallowed to steady his tongue, "Our sp-special guests. W-we have ah-ah-ah..." Swallowing again he tugged his arm nervously and murmured quietly, "We have a party we're p-p-preparing for c-coming in i-ii-n half an h-h-hour." He finished with a relieved sigh as Raknar released him.

The albatross looked toward Zeve with a triumphant smirk. And, despite her pitying the stuttering, terrified waiter, the griflet found she could say nothing in that moment. Nor could she look away from the blazing gaze that set her body on fire with that mere glance. The waiter murmured softly, "I-iii-is there ah-anything else I can... help you with s-sir?" Raknar merely shook his head at the question and the waiter swiftly darted off without looking back.

Extending a hand, Raknar tugged the stunned gryphon out of her seat and came around the table to walk behind her. Steering her toward the reserved dining area he pressed his throbbing erection into the cleft of her ass and hissed as his straining cock met damp fabric. As the slick dampness of her excitement seeped through his pants and wet his straining cock he choked back a groan, "Damn it Zeve... I don't know if I can..." Her hand darted back and slipped between them as she swiftly clutched his cock and his eyes went wide with surprise.

The griflet's words were low and husky, dangerous with lust and snapping with passion, "You will." She flashed a sparkling and somewhat curt smile to the patrons looking up at them with confusion as they bustled past with haste. Raknar had to admit she held up well considering. They slipped into the dining room without being detained and, as soon as they slid behind one of the thick, midnight blue curtains, Zevery spun about and tugged him roughly down to her by the collar of his new dress shirt.

Their beaks met with a clumsy clack that had Raknar giggling a bit before he gasped in surprise at the sudden thrust of Zevery's tongue into his beak. Moaning with need he grabbed her ass and pressed their taut bodies together with a shudder of bliss. She cocked her leg over his hip and pressed her heel into his rear to pull his body closer into hers. Releasing his beak with a panting breath, her flashing gaze met his with a spark of passion as she chirped low, "We don't have much time."

Raknar swallowed at her need, throat clenched with desire and voice caught on his suddenly thick tongue. Saying nothing, he hoisted her up on his hips with a huff and placed her at the edge of a clothed table. Usually he took his time to explore her body with his mouth and hands but the urgency of the situation canceled out this option. But he couldn't say he was too sorry to have to make this a hard, quick session. He quickly brushed aside the plates, silverware, and glasses that were set up on the table and grunted in frustration as he tossed the elegant centerpiece to the floor. Zevery could not contain her purr of delight at his frantic rush and the curses he mumbled under his breath on catching the second wine glass that nearly toppled to the floor with his hurried preparation.

Raknar spread her out on the white linen then. He handled her with the delicacy of an artist setting his most prized creation, one that epitomizes the culmination of his talents, upon a pedestal for all the world to admire. At least that's how the griflet felt under the warm, affectionate gaze of her winged admirer. Blushing faintly she looked away as his breath caught and he murmured softly, his lust overridden for a moment by the image she presented, "You're so... beautiful..."

Swallowing hard, the gryphon closed her eyes and fought the tears that threatened to spill at the joy that welled in her heart. Again, she didn't know how but he'd captured every string of her heart and played each chord of their courtship with a wonder she'd never dared to dream of. Some notes clanged together disharmoniously. Still others thrummed so deeply within her as a peaceful melody that it filled her every thought and moment with a brilliant radiance of warmth and love. This was one of those times. She wished she could let him know just what he did to her. But she thought, in the long run, she might never be able to accomplish it. But that didn't mean she couldn't take every moment as a gift and do her best to share the joy she received full fold every way she could. The griflet opened her arms for her lover and purred softly, "Because you give me a reason to shine."

Raknar leaned down to capture her beak in a fierce kiss just then. The world melted and there was nothing but the enveloping strength of his arms, the press of his solid protecting frame, and the twining of his tongue in hers. No more words or coos, whispers or whimpers; they merely spoke in quiet pants and desirous glances.

Raknar's hands slid down her sides, caressing the velvet of the red dress as he bit his tongue to stifle his groan. The plush material of her dress complimented the soft brush of her fur. He trailed his hand lower and hitched it beneath the hem of her dress. Wishing for the world he could kneel down and sample her juices right then and there, he drew his hand inward and flicked a finger into her dripping folds. She bucked against the sensation and his breath whistled from his beak at seeing how sensitive she was already.

Growling softly, Zeve's hands immediately slid down to his hips. Gripping them with a surprising strength, she tugged his body toward her. Her eyes locked with his as she spread her legs and purred low in her throat. The view she presented undid the albatross as he swallowed hard and fumbled for the fly in his slacks. Grunting with effort he trembled as her steadier hands met his and freed his aching erection.

Without ceremony the griflet wrapped her legs securely about his waist and, planting the heel of her talon into his rear, tugged. Raknar spilled forward, body and cock slamming her into the table with a rattle of the brushed aside dishes. With a grunt he grasped his erection in hand and pressed it into the lips of her gulping pussy. He rubbed the head up and down the length of her vagina, spreading her lips with each pass and delving deeper with each stroke.

Arching back his head he released a sigh of pure animal pleasure, licking his beak as his cock found her gate and slid home without restraint. Their flesh slid together, her warm wetness enveloping and clutching his hard member with an erotic familiarity that still felt as delicious as that first intense time they fucked hot and hard in the airport bathroom. Raknar had just returned from helping induct and train new priests in the ways of his clan's temple and had been more then ready to end his months-long stint of abstinence. Neither of them had had any patience to wait until they had gotten back to his pad. They'd been apart too long to wait.

A growl broke the spell as her wild expression awoke his inner beast. A primal grin spread over his beak as he braced his arms on either side of her head. Hands fisting in the material of his shirt, threatening to rip the expensive garment, the griffin's pupils widened with interest. Her tongue slid over her beak as her boyfriend widened his stance to gain better leverage, drawing out until only the head of his cock remained nestled in her weeping pussy. With a quiet crow of triumph he slammed into her to the hilt causing them both to gasp with pleasure and the table to shudder.

Hissing low, Zevery gripped Raknar's shoulders tight as he drove into her with a slow, deep, pounding pace. Each rocking blow had her world erupting in stars at the sharp stinging pleasure that burst through her body with the motions. Raknar's arms trembled as he forced the slow, leisurely pace that made the scattered dishes jump with each thrust. But, after the first few sweet moments, Zeve would have none of it.

Throwing her hips into the next thrust, she wrapped her legs about his waist and buried him deep. Her eyes fluttered shut as she clutched him close and he released a moan of frustration. Their position gave him very little room to move. However, her low growl snapped the last of his restraint. A rumble rolled through his chest as he hitched closer to her and rolled his hips forward to pound into her deep and fast.

Their panting gasps mingled with the clinking of dishes as each thrust rattled the table and the dishware scattered across the cotton white table cloth. Their pace mounted as their breaths hitched and shuddered. Each relentless blow of Raknar's throbbing cock into her slick pussy inched her further onto the tablecloth that bunched about her head and hips. Gripping the fabric tightly in one claw she ripped it blindly in her breathless ecstasy as her other paw tightly clutched her lover's shoulder. Spurred on by the sharp, concentrated pinpricks of pain in his shoulder, the avian released a guttural possessive croon as he slammed into her with a renewed vigor and a hurried pace.

The rattling dishes had begun to gather the attention of the nearby patrons. Low muttered whispers barely penetrated the thick velvet curtains that hung around them. Some instinctual preservation kept them silent however their low grunts and panting breaths began to rival the volume of the clinking dishes and the jarring table.

Raknar pinned her hands above her head to keep them from roving his form and driving him any more wild than he already was. Hissing and snapping softly in agitation her eyes glittered with challenge and glared up at him in indignation at being restrained. Smirking darkly, he sunk down on her in a halted thrust and ravaged her tongue with his own to neutralize her quick, possibly dangerous beak. Zevery gasped in surprise briefly as her eyes fluttered shut and she gave into the sweet plundering of her willing mouth. Raknar groaned low in the back of his throat to feel the surrender of her supple body. Her thrashing motions ceased and the griflet offered herself up to him without complaint or struggle.

For a moment she surrendered to the sweet sway of his control. However her eyes snapped open suddenly as her tail whipped up and wrapped about his right leg and over his hip. She enjoyed the kiss with a chuckling croon as she met his quick, pumping thrusts with her entire body. Her contracting motions rolled up her form with the naturalness of a wave breaking upon the shore. The sight left the albatross drunk with lust as his eyes slowly slid open at the sensation of her tail wrapping around his leg and beneath his cock. So far gone was he that he didn't realize her ploy until it was too late.

Raknar released a choking gasp and his whole body shuddered as her tail tightened about his leg and beneath his cock. The added pressure to his cock and balls made his pounding release all the more eminent and drove him closer to the brink. Gaping down at his smirking girlfriend he released a stuttered moan of lust. He tugged her down the table roughly as her arms came up with an iron firm grip. He drove wildly into her wet heat. Each slapping smack of their flesh was punctuated by the jerk and thump of the table being jarred by their love making.

The added pressure drove the albatross to set a frantic pace as everything but the sweet promise of release for he and his girlfriend faded from his mind. The muttered concern of the other patrons had drawn the attention of the waiters who were beginning to murmur between themselves. It reached Sebastian within minutes. Hissing low to himself his eyes darted to the empty table and half eaten food that had been abandoned by the lusty couple. Cursing to himself, he came to the curtain and opened it an inch to growl a low warning to the pair he already knew to be the culprits behind the suspicious noise, "Guys, keep it down! Hurry up and get out of there!"

A sharp hiss from Raknar followed by a growled threat to disembowel the fox with another word frightened Sebastian enough that he took a step back away from the curtain. He flashed a worried grin to the patrons who looked up at him with concern and murmured quietly among themselves. He muttered a quiet, hurried excuse to them about the waiters cleaning up a few tables that had been suddenly upset. A furious mother wolf with a chuckling mate and a pair of confused cubs glared up at him with a huff, knowing the flat out lie for what it truly was. She threw down her napkin and ushered her family out with a growl, leaving in the middle of the meal without a word. Sebastian muttered something unflattering about her as he shooed the other waiters off and grumbled low, "You owe me big Zeve..."

Raknar clutched Zeve tightly to him as he drove into her like a wild stallion set free to plunge head long into the wind with his feral passions. And Zevery rode him hard and fast toward the edge. Like a daring cowgirl, she seemed determined to send her mount to the stables lathered in lust and tamed by the satisfaction of a full run and a hard ride.

Just as Zevery felt she was about to scream in frustration from the impending orgasm that tickled her clit and pussy with a withheld promise of release, she tightened her tail and felt Raknar shudder. The albatross's body tightened. His toes curled. His breath drew short. His leg muscles tensed as his arms bunched tight about his girlfriend's body. He clamped his beak about her shoulder to stifle his cry of release as what felt like boiling magma surged from his balls and erupted from his cock, spurting his spunk deep into the blessed, wet heat of Zevery's body. The griflet released a soundless cry as his swelling cock drove home and slammed deep within her, driving her to the peak and sent her crashing over the edge. Her orgasm broke over her in bursts of pleasure and overwhelming ecstasy as she writhed beneath the tight hold of her boyfriend's protective embrace. He emptied his himself into her very core. The sharp but tender pain in her shoulder barely registered in the wake of the mind-blowing pleasure. Soon breathless and boneless the pair slumped back against the table, panting through the shuddering aftermath of their love making and holding each other with a serene bliss.

Raknar nuzzled Zevery's breasts with a happy sigh and the blissful smile of a sated beast. The griffin purred contently, cradling his head to her breasts as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sweetness of the moment. However, it was then that the murmuring voices broke through the fog of her senses and had her blushing from the tips of her talons to the edge of her wingtips. Swallowing back a croon of horrified embarrassment, she looked down at her foolishly grinning boyfriend. Seeing his pleased expression she could barely suppress the burst of naughty giggles that arose at the spark of playful mischief that danced in his eyes and pleased grin. He had loved this just as much as she had and, despite her embarrassment, she had to admit that even now, the thought of being caught in the act was thrilling.

The couple hurriedly arose from the table and straightened themselves out the best they could. They could not restrain their naughty giggles at the holes she had torn in the back of his new shirt and the thought of the chastising Arcanei would give them for it. The two bustled from the curtained section of the restaurant just as the manager began to pull the curtains aside to address the noises that had been bothering the other patrons. At seeing the manager and the flushed Sebastian the two broke of into a run and dashed from the restaurant as fast as they could. The manager's angry shouts followed after their hurried flight and bursts of pleased laughter as they raced out the door and jumped into Zeve's car as fast as they could.

Just as the manager was fuming about the lewd couple racing off without paying and leaving a mess, Sebastian spotted a few bills tossed onto the table along with a hastily scribbled note. The money left totaled at plenty more then the meal his friend had left and then some. Probably to pay for the trouble they caused, he thought quietly to himself with a chuckle. Handing the cash over to his manager to shut him up, he snapped open the note and left the mess to the waiters as he went for a much needed break. Grinning he clucked at the note and shook his head, laughing quietly to himself, "You owe me Big time for this Zevery dear, Big time." In fact, he could already hear the manager snarling softly at him to get back to work. And he just knew that later he'd have to explain his involvement in this whole fiasco considering he was the one to specially book the two. But, he figured, it seemed that they had fun and it certainly made this boring job a little interesting for once. I bet the manager would have flipped his lid if he saw this note too. Though... maybe it could be a campaign angle...

The note read very simply:

Thank you immensely for the wonderful meal and the awesome memories! Our compliments to the chef and restaurant for providing the perfect mix of spice and atmosphere for a particularly 'memorable' evening. Thanks again!