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Venetia let out a low growl at the sun as the early morning's light stabbed her in the eyes. The wolfess wanted to turn away from it, but that would do the opposite of what she was wanting to achieve. Problem with a sailboat was that one had to follow the winds. It'd been a fairly long time at the wheel as it was, which only made her that much grumpier. All be worth it soon enough though. It had taken more doing than she cared to even think about to arrange even these couple weeks off.

Eyes darted to the satellite phone that she'd propped up on the console. A light on it blinked merrily, showing that it still had a full charge. Good signal too, but no calls. Which meant that either things were going perfectly fine, or they were all going to shit. Either way, there was absolutely nothing she'd be able to do out here in the middle of nowhere. If things were going fine then she'd be back to business as usual in a couple weeks. If not, then it'd be a couple days of solid sailing to get anywhere with an airport. As much as she loved her boat, the prospect of spending another thirty hours working in shifts to get somewhere just plain hurt to think about.

To ward off any growing grumpiness that might otherwise ruin her vacation, she reached for her coffee.

And she's out.

Ven lashed out with a foot and kicked the door leading down into the cabin. “Del! Delta!” The wolf rained several more kicks on the door frame.

“What?” came the drowsy shout from somewhere down in the cabin.

More kicks came down on the door frame, “Been up here all night, need some brew before I get really, really grouchy!”

The cabin door opened and a wiry guy practically fell out onto the deck. “Before you get grouchy?” fingers combed through the wild tangle of dirty blonde hair as he yawned. Del reached for the thermos, only just managing to grab it before oozing down into the cabin. “Better get on that before you decide I'd look good with a pair of concrete shoes.”

“Concrete fucking shoes? Do I look like a New York mook to you?” She waved a hand towards the ocean, “Do we look like we're near the East River? Is this 19-fucking-36?” A huff came from the wolf as she slumped in the chair and propped both feet up on the console, staring at the monitors. “Much easier to just go out and dump you with an anchor.” Jaws stretched wide in a massive yawn before snapping shut. “Wouldn't even need much of one for your scrawny ass.”

“If you did that,” he said as he came back up with a pair of mug, “Who would get you your cappuccino?” He swept the drink towards her, “or your cornetto?” he said as produced a plate with a flourish.

Venetia snapped up both, dropping the coffee in a single gulp before taking a bite out of the pastry. Eyes narrowing with a murmur as the apricot jam filled her mouth. “You have redeemed yourself,” she said around her mouthful, trading her mug for the full one.

Delta eyed the empty mug and, with a sigh, deposited the pastry plate on the deck's table before vanishing below to get a refill. “How far out are we?”

Casting an eye over the displays, she stretched to get a second pastry before she'd even finished chewing the first. “Shouldn't be more than, sonuvabitch come here,” she growled at the plate as her fingers only just brushed the pastry, “within the hour. Got good wind all night long.”

He came back, “So you wanted the line bitch in place to start winding everything up?” Del slumped into the couch and sipped at his own cappuccino, “You know it'd be so much easier to just take like a helicopter or sea plane out here. Something other than sailing for hours on end.” Unlike his partner, who for lack of a better term, continued to wolf down the pastries, he chose to nibble on one.

“You know how how I feel about flying.”

A sigh was hidden into the mug, “I know.” Del watched as she slumped a little in her seat and rolled her pastry, “Planes are generally safe.”

She didn't bother shooting him a withering look. Not until the coffee kicked in at least. “Until someone decides to engineer an 'accident' to happen.” Ears ticked back, “Pop would've never let something as simple as line maintenance slip. Hydraulic failure my ass.” Silence fell over the pair for a moment before a beep sounded from the console. “Depth alert.” Venetia downed the rest of her coffee in a swig before sitting up. “Button up, buttercup, we're about to have ourselves a sweet vacation.”

“A sweet vacation, huh?” Delta looked over the villa that was, quite honestly, the island's only building. The door hung open, its lock busted open by some unknown intruder. The pair had abandoned their luggage, setting it down quietly and drawing their guns. Venetia shot him a look as she flicked the safety off her handgun as Delta checked on his shotgun. The pair nodding at each other before slipping into the villa. Back to back, they ventured into the great room and open kitchen. Guns sweeping carefully as they shuffled their feet. Mindful of any traps that might have been left behind.

The place was a mess. Empty bottles and cans strewn wherever they could land. Food left to rot on the counters or in the trash. Venetia's sensitive nose wrinkled against the scent as she led the way. The bedrooms were in no better shape than the other rooms. Mattress thrown off to the side and sheets tangled. Delta dropped to check under the bed for any surprises while she peered into the closets. The pair glanced at each other, her brows wrinkled in a silent question of, “Anything?”

Delta shook his head and probed the sheets with his gun, untangling them as best he could. A low growl rolled in her throat, but went no further as they ventured through the villa. Room by room they cleared it until they were certain that they were the only two living souls within the building.

Shoulders rolled, “Probably a bunch of tourists. No locals would've fucked with the villa, not with the crest on the door.”

Fur bristled she prodded a bottle of wine, one of her father's favorites. Assholes had gotten into the wine cellar as well, be lucky if they had anything good left down there. “Still want this place checked. Make sure there aren't any surprises left in the wiring or anything like that.” Pressing both palms into her eyes, she groaned in frustration. “Should have brought along Vincent. Stupid, stupid...” Her bodyguards had protested not going along with her, but she'd put her foot down. This was supposed to be a vacation and it'd be really hard to relax with them skulking around.

He ran his hand along her shoulder and squeezed, making her jump. “Go lay down, Boss.” She shot him a look, but he curled his fingers around her muzzle gently, “Ah, no arguments. You've been up all night, and then this? We know the bedroom is completely clear. Go lay down and rest. I'll check the rest of the house and see what all's busted up.” He casually swung his shotgun onto his shoulder and started towards the stairs, “Besides, you know Vincent gets seasick.”

She slouched against a wall, “Yeah, and Geno's wife is about to have their first kid. Fine,” she relented with a sigh, “but if you die, make sure to do it loud enough to wake me up.”

With him going to the cellar and tunnels below the villa, she holstered her 1911 and went to retrieve the luggage. She didn't want, or have to, trust the sheets that had been left here since they'd brought their own. It was a matter of moments before she had shoved the tourist-used stuff into the closet and righted the bed. No stains on the mattress at least. She let out a soft sigh as her eyes drooped, the long night and even longer morning getting to her. With adrenaline and the caffeine having abandoned her, the wolfess felt herself start to sway before she'd even finished getting the sheets in place. A low groan came crawling up her throat as she stripped her shirt off, ample breasts bouncing free as she let out a wider yawn. Off came her gun, getting half-shoved under the pillow before her pants were dropped to the floor. She barely managed a yawn before simply face planting into the pillow. Already snoring before she'd even managed a full bounce.

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There was no telling how long she'd been out. Her fur was still warm from the sun that had been coming through the window, but the room was dim as she cracked open her eyes. Sleep still clung to her mind like cobwebs, making dragging herself awake a monumental task.

Although the tongue that traced along her privates was certainly helping. Venetia breathed out a low moan and arched her back, hand freeing itself from under the pillow to grip Delta's tousled hair. The lean human turning to smile up at her as he brought his tongue up along her shaft. “Couldn't resist waking you up properly.”

She didn't let him finish, pushing down on his head. “Shut up and start sucking like a good bitch.” Fingers ran through his tousled hair and pulled back towards her already raging erection. Her growl turning into a pleased moan as his lips wrapped around her pointed tip. There was a time for foreplay and then there was this. Hours on a boat, sleeping in shifts and staring at the sea, getting to the villa to find it trashed, and the exhausting search? Holy fuck did she need to get off and get rid of some of that tension.

Rocking her head back, the wolf let out a deeper groan and licked over her lips. “Oh I have needed to get these balls drained something fierce.” Del let out a questioning noise, at least that's what she was going to assume the noise was. He certainly wasn't going to do any talking until she let him. Back arched as she shifted her legs, letting her fingers twine and pull at her toy's hair. “All that work getting here, then the work getting ready to come here.” A low growl rolled up her throat as she planted her feet and began to thrust. Each shove diving her cock to its fat base against his lips, her furred balls bouncing off his chin. “Hadn't even gotten a chance to jerk off in days.”

Tongue rolled from her maw as the wolf began to pant. Huffing deeply as her eyes narrowed most of the way. Cock already jumping and spitting precum right down his throat. Her low grunts starting to catch in her throat. Oh he was damn good. His tongue rolling against her shaft as he rolled his head into each of her thrusts. The growl rolled in her throat as hips pounded faster now. Knot nice and fat, stretching her lover's cheeks and jaws. Head fell back with a howling call as the wolf peaked.

“Fuck yeah! Urrggh, take it bitch.” Ven shuddered as the tongue played over her knot and base, Del's lips wrapped tightly around her girth. The wolf uttering a low groan as she lay there, spread out on the bed. Her tongue rolled form her maw with a huff and a wide grin. “Mm, that's the good stuff.” She laid back and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. A tug made her look down, smirking at Del as he tried to pull away. Be pretty hard to do with her knot swollen like that, stretching his jaws. His teeth were pressed against the hard knot, but not painfully so. Right now Del was having the same problem as that one idiot who she'd shoved a light bulb into their mouth. Body just didn't want to let go once it was in there and if you tried to force the issue then there would be blood and screaming. “Every fucking time,” she grunted. “It's not going anywhere for a bit and neither are you, and you know this.” A snort came from the wolf as she ran her fingers through his hair, “Think you'd learn to either take it or...”

She trailed off as the pressure on her knot lessened. Del's jaw going slack as he rolled his head very slowly. Lips stretched and cheeks stained as he drew back. His throat muscles flexing around her engorged length as he took deep breaths. Doing all he could to keep himself calm as he pulled away. His lips stretched against the fat bulge of her knot as he twisted his head. One glans popping out, thick and gray, throbbing as it kept firing her cum right down his throat. Ven could feel his relieved sigh rush around her girth as he twisted his head the other way, practically leveraging himself off her now.

With half her knot out of his mouth already it was easy for him to get the rest out. Gasping as it popped free, her swollen length slipping out far easier now. Del sat back on the bed and rubbed his jaws, “Hurt more than I thought it would.” He offered a sideways smile and reached up to brush the mess of his hair out of his eyes, “Been practicing that.”

Venetia brought her hand down on his head in a heavy pat, “Good boy, just like a proper bitch toy should.” She let her cock flop against her belly, ignoring how it continued to spit cum, as she stretched with a groan. “How long did I sleep?”

Now that she was awake, Delta got up to turn on the light, drawing a groan from the wolfess. “Long enough for me to check the house, get the power on, and clean up a fair bit of the mess.” He joined her on the bed again, still wearing his usual button down and slacks despite being on vacation. “Bad news, most of the wine was either taken or trashed.” He let that sink in for a second. “Good news, they didn't get to the really good stuff.”

“Well that's good. Did you get a couple glasses to go with dinner?” Jaws snapped with a yawn before she sat up, “And did you get dinner?”

“Or yes great mistress, I've hauled it up from the boat and merely awaits preparation for your grandeur.” He mocked and played it up, but she knew what he loved most. Which is why she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Tongue driving right into his mouth as he gasped from the rough treatment.

She broke it after just a breath and casually dropped him back towards the bed, “I knew I kept you around for something. I need a quick shower before dinner.”

“Oh, okay,” Del mused as he lay there with an obvious bulge tenting the front of his slacks. Standing up, Ven let the underwear that had been pulled down to let him get at her privates slip right down to the ground. He'd pick them up for her later. Not that either of them was really planning to do any laundry. They'd need to wear clothes for that.

Really wasn't much to the villa. A couple bedrooms, the main room, and a single bathroom. Despite only having a singular bathroom, it was nearly the size of the main room itself. Tiles forming a mosaic along the floor to mirror a seabed before racing up the walls to form a landscape. The bathtub itself was the size of a small pool, easily large enough for several people to get into. She and Del would be enjoying that before too long. But her attention was on the shower that stood in the corner. A grand, open stall sporting several shower heads arranged around the top.

Ven leaned against the wall and played with the knobs, only having to wait a few seconds before finding that sweet spot. Countless weeks here, coming around for vacation with her parents or when they needed to lay low for a bit, had made this place more of a home than her own house. There was something about that rustic charm that was just hard to turn down. Even if it did mean having to either settle for cold showers, or ones after the sun had enough time to warm the tank.

She didn't want or need much of a shower. Just one long enough to get that salt out of her fur. One of the biggest downsides to sailing if you asked her. As refreshing as the spray was, getting salt everywhere was a downright pain in the ass.

Dipping her head, she scrubbed fingers through her hair with a low growling noise. Just enjoying the sun-warmed water washing away everything that had built up. Salt, sweat, and stress all just getting washed down the drain with everything else. Tilting her head back, she let the water beat against her neck as she scrubbed her fingers around her breasts. A soft moan slipping from her lips as fingers brushed against her nipples. Tongue peeked from between her lips as she imagined what it'd be like to get a bit of fun from Del with those. Mm, maybe if he was a really good boy she'd let him make a mess there. All depends on so many things though.

Ah who was she kidding? By the time they were ready to pack everything up and head back homewards the pair of them would be rather sated and walking funny.

She turned the water off before it got too cold and stepped out to scrub herself with a towel. No way she'd ever get all the water out of her fur, but she could get dry enough. At least she wouldn't be dripping water everywhere. They had a big enough mess to clean up already, didn't need the place smelling like wet wolf if they could avoid it.

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Dinner was nothing to really write home about. Neither of them were in the mood for something extravagant. Not when they needed to do so much to get the dining room cleaned up. Rather than their usual complicated dinner and elegant dance and flirt at the table, they settled for some wine and canned food out on the veranda. Del not having changed clothes since that morning, still in his regular wear, her in nothing more than what nature gave her. Lounging out in a pair of matching chairs as they shared a tapas. Food just spread out on a tray between them so they could dip into it as needed.

While Del was more one for picking through the food, a nibble here, a bite there, she was focusing on the wine and beer. Maybe a bit more than she needed, but it wasn't a proper tapas without beer, and no one would convince her otherwise.

So there they were, watching over the sea in silence, feet kicked up, and enjoying the start to their vacation. With no outside lights, their only illumination was the moon, stars, and a dim light filtering through the windows. Couldn't really ask for a more romantic scene. Especially not as Del stood up and approached the veranda's railing. Leaning over it to watch the sea as it washed over the beach below them, moonlight giving his dark hair a silvery halo. Ven admired him for a long moment, tongue rolling over her lips as she breathed out a deep growl-like noise to herself. Letting the sound rumble around in her chest without, but not coming out to be heard just yet.

Tipsy as she might be, she still managed to get up without spilling anything on herself. The wolfess rose and staggered her way over to him. Wrapping both arms around Del's lean chest and pulling herself against him. What she meant as a gentle hug turned into him having to support much of her weight as she dropped against his leaner frame. Driving the breath from the lean male as he was pressed into the unyielding stonework.

She breathed out a light growl as she dropped forward as well, losing all balance and pressing him against the railing even harder. Del squirmed under her frame, accidentally or purposefully, pressing his rear back into her groin. The growl took on a new note as he did, her body rolling towards him and pressing tight against his backside.

Hands dropped from his chest to curl around his waist, stroking there. While one dared to venture up under his shirt the other started to fumble with his belt and pants. His sober, and far more steady hands, joined hers in getting his belt open. Those slacks falling loose with the rattle of metal and whisper of leather on cloth. Her growl rose again, hungrier this time, followed by a nip to his neck. A soft whimper came form the human as he twisted his head to expose more of his neck to her. The alpha's growl softened and her tongue bathed his neck, rolling her hips into his backside.

Each rock was met with a push from him, pants slipping further and further until her plump, gray sheath was pressed between those pert cheeks. He shivered under her as manicured nails scraped over his chest and belly. Tracing the lean muscle that lay under his flesh. Freed of having to open his pants, her other moved down to stroke his privates. Curling around the hardening manhood.

Her thumb teased over his shaft and rough fingers teased over his shaft. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as she coaxed a breathy huff from her partner when her fingers played over his tip. It was only a couple seconds before he was hard as a rock and throbbing in her grip. Her own length peeking out of its home and spitting hot precum against his backside. Teeth grazed his neck as she uttered a throaty growl, “Is my bitch ready to be fucked?” Fingers traced his shaft down to his balls. Cupping them in her hand and rolling slowly, “Feels like he's nice and full. Ready to pop at any given moment.” She knew how much he loved it when she brought her teeth into play. Grazing them against his shoulder made him tremble under her and gasp, balls leaping against her hold. “How long has it been? A week? Two?”

“T-Two,” he managed to stammer out, his entire body already starting to hum under her. Rather than work him up further, she busied herself with taking his shirt off.

One by one the buttons popped off, pinging off stone and tile to vanish into the darkness. “Two weeks without touching yourself.” She whistled, “Impressive. Well, if my good little beta can keep from blowing his load before I'm done prepping his pansy ass, I might let him put that load somewhere.” Teeth pressed to his ear before lips planted a kiss there. “But where, hmm? I don't think he's been good enough for my ass. Over my belly maybe? Between my tits? All over himself as I lick him?”

“B-bre-breasts please, Boss.”

The growl shook with her laugh, “Okay then.” She practically ripped his shirt open the rest of the way as she stood, Del twisting and contorting to get out of it as she whipped it away into the night. His feet shuffled and kicked the pants away as soon as he could as well, leaving his body just as bare as hers. “If you can last long enough, then that's just what you'll get.”

Dropping to her knees behind him, she grabbed his cheeks, spreading them with a hungry growl. Muzzle drove between his cheeks and tongue powered its way into his star. She ignored his gasp, but when he began to squirm too much she brought her hand down with a resounding smack. The noises died into muted whimpers, Del doing his best to mimic the noises of a submissive wolf. Ven knew just why he was doing it to, hoping that she'd hurry up and decide he was ready. Well joke's on him, she was just getting started back here!

Pressing her cold nose against his backside, she drove her tongue deeper into him. Nails scratching up and down his hips and sides as she snarled against her toy. Her tongue slapped against his taint and up over his star with each lap. Dipping occasionally into his rear to really get him worked up. Del had done a great job keeping himself clean, rightfully anticipating that this would be happening around dinner. Which was good, she'd been training him well. Tongue rolled against his insides, nowhere near the finer control she could usually manage. Rather this was a sloppy rimjob, her tongue lashing against anything and everything as she just savored the feel and sounds of him getting more and more worked up.

Teeth grazed his pert backside as she pulled him back. Tongue slathering every bit of flesh that she could get to. Ears perked as his moans started to get louder and louder. Muscles grabbing at her tongue when it drove into his backside.

Color her a little surprised when he cried out right when she was really getting into it. Hips jerking and the scent of cum flooding her senses. She tightened her hold on his rear and drove her tongue deeper into his rump. Swirling it around inside of him to keep him going for that much longer. Make sure to drain every last drop of cum he had onto the ground itself.

A low growl rolled up her throat as she leaned back with a grin. Tail waving behind her as she kneaded his rump. She probed his backside with a thumb and teased him a bit more, watching as he squirmed. “Well, look at that. Didn't even need to touch your cock to get you to pop.” She stood up and rubbed her sheath, her own cock nice and hard now. Throbbing as it spat some precum against his backside as she moved against him.

Ven gave a few short grinds against his backside, coaxing her cock out further to expose more of her flesh. She grinned down at him as he arched his back ever so slightly to ready himself for her. Not that there would be too much he could really do to prepare himself once she got going. Grinding her sheath against his ass, she let her furred balls slap against his with a few of those long strokes before moving in.

She barely lined up before slamming into him, pointed tip easily punching through the prepared ring. He practically howled under her as she drove every last inch into his tight white ass. Claws scraped up his flanks before catching onto his hips, jerking her bitch back into her.

Thrusts were short, hard pounds that railed her body against his. Kneading his thighs roughly as her growl rattled through his chest. “Good bitch,” she brought her hand down on his ass with a smack that echoed out over the seas. “Tight little fuck toy.” Her body hammered his as she stepped in closer to him. Balls bouncing off his she leaned over him. Lips peeled back to let her growl pour over him. Del grabbed the railing and held on for dear life as he tried to match her pace. There was only so much he could do though. Little pathetic wiggles and squirms against her nearly bestial hammering.

Despite having just blown his wad all over the ground, his cock was hard again. Swaying with each of the rutting thrusts that she was pounding into him. Ven stretched against his body, hand resting on his hip as she lunged and grabbed onto the railing. Using it to pull herself even tighter against him. Her thrusts began to drive her plaything forward, feel scuffing on the tiled floor as her nails clicked off it.

Rough and hard, she kept her motions shallow. Taking him like a feral dog would, showing him just where his place in all this was. Her knot began to grow, stretching his backside with each passing moment. That was when she started to take longer strokes. Feeling how it popped in and out of his tight little ass.

Slower now, but no less rough than she had been when they'd started. The full length of her raging red cock hammered into him. Leaning back, she watched as her fat knot slammed against him. Light glistening off her flesh before she pressed in and it vanished into his star with a pop. Pushing at him as she drew back. Flesh stretching around her girth before she popped free again, drawing a whimpering gasp from her partner. His entire body trembling under her rutting as he tried to hold himself back from blowing again before it was too late.

Ven leaned in and let out a throaty growl. Her teeth biting at his neck and ears, “You want it, don't you?” She rolled her hips against his and let her knot teeter right on the edge. Glans stretching his flesh and rolling right on the verge of locking into place and tying them together. “To be bred like a good little bitch.”

He was shaking, “Pl-please.” Del could feel it right there. His cock twitching as he tried to fight off the urge to simply let loose. “Please br-b-breed me.”

Both hands clamped onto his thighs and pulled him back against her with a snarl. Her knot popped into his backside, grown large enough now that she was certain it wouldn't be able to slip free again. Pressing flush against his body, she dropped both hands to his hips again and pulled him as tight to her as she could manage. Teeth dug into his shoulder hard enough to bruise as her eyes narrowed. Her growl shaking into his body as nails scraped against him. Wrapping her hand around his rigid cock and stroking it firmly.

Del yelped as he peaked. Hot cum rushing past Ven's eager stroking and oozing around her fingers. It was as his ass began to grab at her knot that she hit her own peak. Jerking away with a howl as she orgasmed as well. Fat knot throbbing against his prostate as she fired her cum so very deep into his backside.

The pair stood there for a very long moment in the moonlight. Ven's hand idly rubbing his cock as hers throbbed away in his rear. Pumping everything into him that she could spare. The blowjob had been good earlier, but it'd only gotten her stirred up and wanting more. And there was plenty of time to get more before they'd have to go back to face it all.

“Ready?” her hands stroked over his hips, mindful of where she'd raised welts.

He nodded, “Ready.”

Feet shuffled back slowly, “Left. Right.” One foot after the other, Del keeping his rear pressed tight against her lap. Cum still dripping from his tip as her knot continued to do its job. Ven staggered a bit before sinking back into the chair. Del practically falling with her to end up in her lap. Arms wrapped around his waist and held him there, stroking fingers along his bared flesh slowly. Neither minding too much as she spread his cum across his chest. Just basking in the gentle afterglow following a really rough session of sex.

Nose rubbed against his neck, bumping gently against the already growing bruise left by her bite. She licked over it and breathed out a gentle sigh before closing her eyes and leaning back. “I guess maybe you earned a good tit job.” She let her jaws stretch wide in a yawn. Even with the midday nap she was fairly worn out and more than ready to a good night's sleep. “In the morning though. After you make breakfast.”

Del shifted on top of her, careful not to dislodge the wolf's knot. Now that he'd earned a good breast fucking he didn't want to risk losing it by upsetting her. “Will have to be couple day old pastries or something else.” He let his fingers trace over the soft fur of her arms.

Ven nuzzled into his hair and closed her eyes with a soft little murmuring noise. “Don't care, so long as it's hot and good.” She breathed out a soft little sigh and ran her fingers along his chest gently, staring up at the stars. Been too long since she'd managed to swing such a truly simple and pure pleasure. Her tail thumping gently against the chair. “Maybe before breakfast if you're a good cuddler.”

They lay there for a very long moment and just enjoyed the world around them and each other. His fingers combing her fur as she nuzzled the top of his head. And there they stayed until her knot had gone down enough for the pair of them to slip apart and go, arm in arm, towards the bedrooms. Lights clicking off and throwing them into darkness. Del shifted under the blanket, curling towards Venetia. His head resting against her neck as she curled around him. Larger form tucked around her lover as eyes shut.

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“You like that, huh?” Ven grinned up at Del as she uttered a growl. The wolf craning her head so she could lap at his cock head when it popped up between her breasts. The wolf breathed out a deep growl, letting the noise shake through her chest and up into his body. She arched towards him and pressed her breasts together around him. His hands joined hers on her breasts, cupping her nipples and playing with them with his thrusts. Soft little moans began to leak out around her growls as she rolled towards him, panting as her lover boy kept thrusting.

Oh fuck he loved the feel of her silky smooth fur, so carefully groomed and maintained, as it rolled over his cock. Precum only adding to how it tickled him while slicking up the skin that lay beneath. And those growls, they'd terrified him at first, but over time he'd learned what each one meant. He knew when she was really loving something and when he should throw a pastry her way. “Y-yeah,” he huffed, rolling his body faster now.

Her tongue lashed out again and head twisted. The tip of his cock grazing ever so lightly against her fangs before retreating. Ven snapped her jaws as he pulled back, the sound of her snapping jaws and rush of air washing over his length making him jump. His thrusts came faster, her tongue meeting his cock each time it appeared before repeating the gently tooth scrape and jaw snap. Despite how they both knew how she'd never bring those teeth to bear on his tender bits it still got him worked up even faster.

A low groan built low in his throat, body hunching over hers as he braced a hand on the headboard. Pinching and rolling a nipple as he moaned, “Gonna cum...” hips rocking faster.

“Do it,” she urged, tongue lashing out to catch his cock next time it came forward.

He cried out and jerked his hips as his peak hit. Cock leaping between her wonderful breasts and pumping his thick seed across her chest and muzzle. A deep growl shook through his body as he sat there, straddling her chest. Del looked down and started when he saw the wolf glaring up at him, a thick streamer of his cum right across one of her tightly shut eyes. “Uh... I'll get you a towel... and breakfast.” He practically leapt off the bed and rushed for the bathroom.

“A good fucking breakfast! None of those rancid fucking pastries! And then I'm going to fuck your scrawny ass into next week, you hear me, bitch!”