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Nights Like This

Kemper and Willow adored nights like this. Sure, they also loved going out for dinners and trying out new activities and doing the occasional wild and crazy thing together. But really, when it came down to what they craved most consistently and intensely, it was just this. A quiet night at home. Curled up together with nothing to keep them apart, not even their clothes.

The two blue hued furs sat together upon the couch. Willow straddling Kemper, her arms wrapped around his back, fingertips clawing into his soft fur. Her face was buried in his neck, the wolf muffling her cries against him as deep, passionate grunts escaped the feline male. His hips bucked and jerked up from the couch, so close to bringing to an end this two hour marathon of intimacy. This almost motionless, entirely passive bout of slow, luxurious lovemaking.

Their minds were reeling. Half crazed, half drunk on their lust and love for one another. They were so close to finishing, so close to cumming. They needed it. They needed it so badly, they felt as though anything would have been worth sacrificing, just so that they could keep on holding one another and rocking back and forth until bliss claimed them.

It was then, at that exact moment, that the doorbell rang.

They froze.

Their eyes met, and a frantic, pleading whimper escaped Willow as she shook her head violently.

"N-no. Don't stop. Don't even think about it..."

To her relief, Kemper growled tenderly in reassurance and pressed his lips tightly against hers. She ground herself down against him once more, moaning happily into his maw, only to break the kiss with a muffled cry of frustration as the doorbell rang again. And again.

The living room curtains were drawn, shielding them from view, but of course they had the lights turned on. Light which could almost certainly be seen through the soft, pale blue fabric.

"It's late. Past nine. N-no one who knows us would call round without checking. Just ignore them. They'll go away."

Willow wanted to believe that. She truly wanted to believe that they'd stop knocking, stop ringing the bell and just give up. But after another thirty seconds of near constant bell-ringing, even their passionately enamoured libidos could not sustain their desire under such scrutiny.

Letting slip a snarl of pure anger, Willow pulled away from Kemper. She rolled off him, down onto the couch by his side, and they sat there, panting and staring at one another in apologetic anguish.

"I swear, I'll kill them. If you make me go and answer that door, I'll kill whoever's out there..."

The knocking and ringing of the bell continued, and as Willow sat and seethed, muttering under her breath exactly how she'd go about tearing the fingers off each person who was responsible for ringing that damn doorbell, Kemper pulled himself upright and hastily dashed across the room to pick up his robe. He couldn't remember exactly how he had come to remove it in the first place, but given how they'd spent the last couple of hours of this evening, the big cat was far from happy to be putting it back on again.

Tying the robe round his waist as best he could, his cock wilting back into its sheath due to the blunt, mood ruining nature of the interruption, Kemper stomped out into the hallway and towards the front door. Clearly the people outside heard him coming, because they stopped ringing the bell. He could hear them though. Chatting. Laughing. There seemed to be quite the sizeable group of them.

Slipping the lock off the catch, Kemper flung the door wide open and leaned out into the warm night air. His eyes blazed with impatience, and his cheeks with impotent rage.

"I really hope you have a good reason for hammering on our door at this time of the evening!"

Outside, gathered on the front path, were a group of seven or eight college students. Several bottles of beer were grasped in their hands, and judging by the liquor store carrier bags each of them were carrying, they had plenty more still to drink.

"Uh... hey man! Sorry about that, but, we're looking for Nile. Does he live here?"

The speaker, a fox with a long blonde fringe that hung down over his eyes and a pierced lower lip, looked up at Kemper hopefully. His eyes were glazed with the obvious twinkle of someone who had been drinking either for quite some time, or a whole lot really quickly, and by the general size and appearance of him, he couldn't have been more than nineteen.

Kemper took a long, deep breath, trying his hardest not to clench his hands into fists by his sides.

"No. No, Nile does not live here."

The fox frowned dejectedly, but perked up again almost instantly. With a flash of inspiration, he reached out and rang the doorbell once more.

"Hey! Uh, what about Tracy? Does she live here? Or Carlos?"

A soft, but audible growl escaped Kemper's throat.

"No. Tracy doesn't live here. Carlos doesn't live here. Nile does not live here. None of your friends live here. I do. So please, whoever you're trying to find... whoever is having a house party, and decided to send you all the way out here to try and stop you from showing up and ruining their evening, go look for them somewhere else."

Turning for a moment to stare at his friends, shocked by the feline male's outburst, the fox snorted dismissively as he turned away from Kemper and began to walk unsteadily back down the garden path.

"Dude..."

He called back over his shoulder, lifting up one arm and making the classic 'jerk off' sign with it.

"...you need to chill out and get laid."

The next sound Kemper heard was the door slamming shut, having done so himself with such force that it left his ears ringing for a moment or two. He growled loudly, finally allowing one of his fists to clench as he re-set the lock upon the door. By the time he entered the living room again some fifteen seconds later, he was scowling darkly and moving with a hunched, defensive posture; his mood thoroughly soured.

He fell down back onto the couch, close to where Willow was still seated; having slipped back into her underwear, a bra and panties. He looked at her, she looked back and him, and they both sighed mournfully.

The moment was over. Their night was ruined.

"Dammit..."

Even as Willow slid over to him and cuddled up against Kemper, he was still trembling with anger. Still unable to let go of how pissed off he was at being so pointlessly interrupted, that even now the interruption was over it was still ruining his time with the woman he loved.

"Stupid kids. Did you hear what the one guy said to me at the end there?"

Willow nodded, running her fingers soothingly through Kemper's hair.

"Yeah, I heard. If it makes you feel any better, he's probably a virgin. He sounded dorky."

The big cat raised his eyebrows, actually managing a smile.

"Dorky?"

Willow giggled, shrugging.

"Well I dunno. He didn't sound like someone I'd want to sleep with."

Again Kemper's eyes grew wider.

"Oh? And what does the kind of person you want to sleep with sound like?"

The wolf grinned, and leaned forward to plant a warm peck upon Kemper's lips. Her tongue brushed out across his cheek, licking him affectionately, and the hand upon his hair moved to cup his face. She held him there, and held the kiss. Drawing it out longer, and longer.

By the time it ended some fifteen seconds later, a needy moan was hanging on both lover's lips.

"A-are you... do you still feel like having some fun tonight?"

Willow's cheeks flushed as she spoke, but not with embarrassment. With excitement. Kemper purred happily, nodding and shuffling closer still to the gorgeous, dark furred lupine.

"Five minutes ago I'd have said hell no. But damn, Willow... you make a convincing case."

Kemper felt one of Willow's paws sliding forward and teasing its way into his robe, while at the exact same moment one of his own hands was already working its way up the wolf's thigh, ready to glide its way down the front of her panties.

"Oh... oh, my fluff..."

Willow bit her lip, moaning under her breath as she felt her lover's sheath swelling once again and found herself suddenly quaking in pleasure as a warm, expert hand began to tease and rub at the fabric of her panties.

"...shall we pick up where we left off? O-or, do you want to try something else?"

Still shaking, but less and less from residual anger and ever more due to renewed arousal, Kemper pressed his muzzle briefly to Willow's once again before quizzing her in a longing, coaxing whisper.

"Something else? What did you have in mind?"

The wolf grinned, watching and relishing the expression on Kemper's face as she wrapped a paw around his rapidly stiffening cock and squeezed it lovingly. With her own eyes twinkling gleefully, she murmured her suggestion teasingly into her lover's closest ear.

"I loved it so much, having you inside me for all that time. So maybe, now... I thought perhaps I could be inside you."

***************

It took ten minutes for the two lovers to make their way upstairs and into their bedroom. Ten minutes due to the number of times they got sidetracked by one another's lips. One another's bodies. The fun of taking off their clothes all over again, rediscovering that heat which had so completely, albeit briefly, been extinguished.

When finally they arrived in their room, sliding the door closed behind them, turning on the bedside lamps and promising one another not to stop what was about to happen for anything or anyone beyond the two of them, they were both shaking with anticipation. Kemper found himself squirming gleefully upon the bed as he watched Willow briefly disappear into their walk in closet, listening to her giggle as she rooted around in their box full of 'bedroom accessories' and picked out a few choice objects. His squirming stopped however, the feline male falling perfectly still, silent and wide eyed with delight, when his lover emerged once more.

In her left hand, she held the toy which was going to make their night a whole new kind of intimate. A green, fluorescent silicon dildo set into a black harness. In her right hand, she held a bottle of the slipperiest lube they owned. And upon her face, the most joyous of giddy grins.

"Wanna put it on for me?"

She fell upon the bed, scrambling up onto the soft sheets before throwing herself down, spread eagled upon her back. Kemper set upon her instantly, stealing the strap-on toy out of her hand and reverently guiding it down to her midsection.

Soft giggles and happy murmurs escaped Willow as her partner began to slip her long, beautiful legs into the harness' straps. She wriggled and yipped with playful excitement when his fingertips brushed against the soles of her paws, and moaned in a combination of relaxation and pleasure as his hands rose up and up, caressing her thighs before beginning to settle the harness into place around her midsection.

"O-oh..."

The toy was double ended. Willow gasped as she felt Kemper guiding it home, cupping her crotch around the exterior of the dildo while he slid the shorter, thicker and more curved end into the warm wetness of her pussy. It was swiftly settled into place, and with the straps of the harness soon tightened around her trembling flesh, Willow was ready. Her lover's work was done.

But still, though he did not need to, he continued to tease and pleasure his lover with the toy. He leaned down over her, wrapping one hand around the length of the green dildo's shaft, and began to firmly stroke it. With each motion of his hands, he tilted the toy so that Willow's end pressed up against the forward wall of her depths. Grinding, swirling, working the toy against the sensitive inner reaches of her body.

Willow shuddered in joy, barely able to keep from crying out in pleasure. And yet just a few strokes later she found herself reaching down, grasping Kemper by the wrist and drawing his eager, hungry gaze into her own deep green eyes.

"Sweet fluff, much as I'm loving your hand on my cock..."

She paused, giggling at how that phrase sounded leaving her lips, thrusting her midriff up off the bed for effect.

"...I don't think I can wait any more. I want to be inside you."

Blushing deeply, Kemper withdrew his hand. He knelt upon the bed, watching, whimpering happily and ever so slowly stroking at his own rigid cock, as Willow took her bottle of lube and began to drizzle a liberal dose of the slick substance over her free hand. She upturned the bottle over the shaft of her fake cock, applying an extra coating before finally beginning to massage the liquid all over the dildo's lean, pointed length.

"Will you ride me? Please?"

She lay back, long hair flowing free around her gorgeous face; breasts heaving as she panted with visible excitement. Her hands caressed her own thighs, teasing, tempting her needy lover even though she knew he was as eager to take part in this role reversal as herself.

Sure enough, Kemper nodded. With his cheeks burning and his tongue lolling out as he whined and gasped in anticipation, the feline male crawled up the length of his lover's body and straddled her hips. He shivered as the cool lubricated tip of her cock prodded him between the cheeks of his rear, and moaned loudly when she grasped him by the waist.

"Sit back... I want to see you. I want to see it as you go down."

Doing as instructed, the big cat leaned backwards as he slowly began to lower himself down onto his lover's shaft. It wasn't the first time they'd done this, but the infrequent nature of that particular kind of bedroom play meant that his rump was still particularly tight. Even well lubricated, he found himself wide eyed and gasping in discomfort as the tip of the toy sought to pierce his outer pucker.

"O-oh... oh... oh!"

Little by little Kemper eased himself down onto the toy, until with one final gasp he felt his body's internal defences give way, the smooth, lubricated silicon beginning to slide deeper still as it overcame the resistance and ploughed inward. He arched his back, throwing back his head and whining happily at the unique, unforgettable feeling of being filled up. His own cock, untouched by his hands, twitched and throbbed violently, much to Willow's delight. Already droplets of glistening pre-cum were oozing from his pointed tip, and the deeper he sank onto his lover's fake shaft, the more his real cock strained and pulsed with steely stiffness.

"Willow... it feels... y-you feel so good."

Kemper writhed and wiggled upon the wolf's cock, grunting with pleasure as she gyrated her hips up against him. Slowly he began to lift himself up from Willow's lap; just a little, just enough to feel her shaft moving within him, before lowering himself to the hilt once more. He moaned. She moaned. Their hands flew to one another, fingers lacing together tenderly.

"Again, Kemper."

Willow whined pleadingly, relishing the tremors of pleasure that ran through her as her lover moved, causing her end of the dildo to shift and rub up against her aching pussy.

"Again. Harder."

She cried out as he bounced upon her lap, once, twice, three times in succession. His cock strained, slapping up against his flat stomach. The big cat's eyes widened, and he let slip a sharp cry of pleasure before letting loose a short, potent spurt of pre-cum which lashed across Willow's own belly.

The sight of that sweet seed pouring from her lover's cock, born of her cock inside him striking at his prostate, was more than Willow could handle. She growled, grunting in ecstasy, and flung her weight forward suddenly; throwing herself into a sitting position. With her hands grasping tightly at her lover's hips to keep them both in place, she span them, rolling the two of them over upon the bed to bring Kemper into place beneath her.

"I love you..."

She whispered those intimate words with fevered excitement, leaning down over Kemper and pressing her lips to his even as her hips began to shake and jerk, humping at the feline male's exposed and filled rear. She watched his eyes rolling back into their sockets, out of his mind with the eroticism of having her take control and go wild like this. It was no secret that Kemper loved her passion; her strength, her willingness to take what she wanted sexually and be damn proud of that lustfulness. It still never grew old though, to see how he reacted. To see how much he loved to see her happy and satisfied on every level, from the most intimate to the most carnal.

"I love you, and I love that sweet ass of yours."

Kemper wailed in pleasure as Willow took control once again, wordlessly guiding him with her hands, moving his body, arranging him to her liking. Her hips gently bucked against him, slapping at the cheeks of his rump as he shuffled and manoeuvred himself, never once letting her cock slide all the way free from his backside.

In a flash, Kemper's sweet ass was on full display to Willow; the male now positioned upon his hands and knees, while his canid lover began to lay into him at full tilt in doggystyle. They both cried out, louder and more delirious with pleasure than at even the height of their bliss earlier that same evening, as Willow's thighs slapped against Kemper's buttocks and her toy cock jackhammered his sensitive innards.

"Yes! Yes!"

Tongue hanging out. Eyes closed. Face reddened with joy. Kemper groaned and wailed in repeated bliss as the toy rubbed against his prostate with each and every stroke of his lover's hips. He could feel his body shaking with pleasure. His hands clawing at the bedding. His feet, toes curling in delight. It really felt like it was going to happen. Like he was going to cum without a single touch being laid upon his cock.

"That's it. Oh, oh fluff... you feel so good. You feel so hot."

Willow humped and ground against her lover's rear end as she whispered to him passionately, placing more and more of her weight upon him, pushing him down towards the bedding little by little as their lovemaking became ever more frenzied and savage. She kissed the back of his neck. She licked the top of his head. She buried her nose in his hair and inhaled his sweet, manly scent as her hips slapped against him with a life of their own, an instinct of their own.

Somehow, though his body obscured its view, she knew that he was drooling with desire down below. Throbbing and dripping with his need for release. His cries gave away that he was close, but somehow she managed to resist reaching down to feel just how close. Just how wet and sticky he was making their bed. If she had, Willow knew she wouldn't have been able to resist wrapping a needy paw around his cock, milking him for every drop and denying them both the honour of a hands free climax. Instead, her paws remained upon his back. Clutching at him, pushing him down even closer to the bed, giving her hips an even easier time of grinding their way to his very core.

"Oh, Kemper. You're shaking like a leaf. A-are you... are you going to..."

Before Willow could finish asking the question, a breathless groan of ecstasy gave her the answer she sought. She heard her lover's breath escape him in a joyous release of all tension, and for a moment his trembling body fell totally limp. Then, a moment later, it seized up. He stiffened, every inch of him, and began to quake more violently than ever.

"A-ahh!"

Bearing his teeth not in a snarl, but in a grimace of pure ecstasy, Kemper began to pour his hot cum out across the bedding. He huffed and whined happily as Willow's hips continued to rhythmically plunge her shaft into him, and felt his already burning cheeks flaring brighter than ever when he felt the canid female lick-kissing him affectionately upon the head once again.

"Ah! Y-yes... Willow... m-my Willow."

His orgasm blew through him like a tropical storm, knocking away all his defences, leaving behind nothing but a bedraggled, trembling shell of his former self. The pure essence of Kemper. His love. His heart.

He felt himself collapse upon the bed, and felt Willow collapse upon him.

She hadn't cum. At least, he hadn't heard her cum. But for now, all the big cat could do was store that knowledge away and mentally promise to pay her back later. Currently, he couldn't have moved to aid her even if she'd crawled up to the top of the bed and spread her legs right in front of his panting maw.

She was happy though. She sounded happy, murmuring and whispering and nibbling affectionately at the tips of his ears.

"My Kemper. My man. My handsome fluff."

They were both happy, because they were together. Because they were in love. And of course, because they had the whole night ahead of them to cuddle and snooze and enjoy one another's simple company and comfort.

No distractions. No clothes. And hopefully, no more doorbells and no more drunk college kids.

The perfect recipe for a night like this.

By Jeeves