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You haven't met a forward, self-assured woman 'til you've met Eliana.

I first got to know her over a cup of damn good hot chocolate from the coffee shop she works at, a funny little place a bit of a ways into the city - and then got a bit of a better taste for her when she dragged me into an alley down the street, pushed me down to my knees, and had me get her off with my tongue, all over the fur of my face. This all happened in return for her doing the same to me just a few moments before; it was one of those mutual-attraction kind of things. And, then, next thing I know I'm at her apartment - and then she's pushing me down to my back, she's quickly undoing my pants, she's sinking down onto me, she starts to ride me... you get it.

Afterwards, she slipped me her number, along the way mentioned that she had a brother - and I have a thing for cheetahs, see - and... well, one thing led to another, I guess.

God. Not only was she on my mind for the rest of the day, but she also came back to my thoughts later that night - and the following night - and the one after that, each time in an assortment of the positions we'd already done. Me on my knees with my lips against hers, so to say; her in front of me, sunlight-amber eyes focused on my muzzle as she bobbed up and down, up and down along my length; her gradually, sweetly sinking down onto me, a feeling I'd never felt before - and, God, one that I'd _love_to feel again.

So I give her a call, leave her a message letting her know that - oh, hey, maybe I'd like to get to know your brother, Eliana. She loved the idea, and promptly got to work with setting something up.

And that leaves me where I am now, walking down the street to her apartment, paws in my pockets and a faint jittery excitement in my heart (and loins, of course). Frankly, I had no real idea what to expect from today - maybe a movie, or something? Eliana had told me that her brother wanted to get to know me first before he decides to do anything with me, and honestly, I couldn't think of much else we could do in their apartment. Maybe she'd set up lunch for the two of us? What would we talk about - school? Our friends, our relationships? "How your sister sucked me off and then brought me back here to ride me when I should've been in class"?

The way Eliana had phrased things struck me as a little odd, though. When I asked what time I should be over, she told me "whenever works for you"; in response to me expressing concern about her brother not liking me, "oh, you'll do fine"; and then, when I asked what the plan was, all she said was a simple "You'll see..." followed by a smiley face.

So. Needless to say, I didn't really know what to expect. After getting to her apartment complex a short time later, I stepped in, went to the elevator, waited for it to open - ding - and then entered... and then couldn't help but think about last time I had been here.

It had been just me and her, me and Eliana. She wore a short skirt and a button-up shirt that fit her body, arcing in above her hips and then coming out at her breasts again, which almost strained against the buttons of that shirt. It was the uniform of the coffee shop she worked at. She'd worn striped panties that day, green I think, which I'd gotten a pretty good look at when she pushed me down under her skirt earlier. The characteristic scent of a cheetah, spicy, dry, something like cinnamon, lingered on my nose, on my lips, on the fur of my muzzle - as well as a faint lingering moisture from our activities earlier. While in the elevator, I'd half-expected her to pin me to the wall, to run one of her paws down my chest, claws digging gently against my skin - I'd half-expected her to set those sharp teeth of hers against my neck, to undo my pants and wrap her fingers around my length again...

Back in the present, I swallowed, and adjusted the fit of my pants with my paws already in my pockets - and, then, realized that I'd never pressed a button on the elevator console. Thank God I was alone in here.

It took another minute or two for the elevator to get to her floor, and then on the way down the hall I checked my phone - she'd told me which one was hers, but I couldn't really remember. I mean, I've _been_there before, but... there had been more important things on my mind than trying to remember which apartment was hers.

Hers and her brother's, I should say. She mentioned that she shared the apartment, and the bed (a smallish double) with this brother of hers. So that was interesting. I envisioned him as tall, slim (being a damn cheetah; his sister certainly lived up to those expectations), charming and charismatic, probably a little sly... and, given how she'd talked about him, about how he'd have to meet me before committing to doing anything - well, that made it sound like he knew about Eliana's activities, and more than once played witness (or even participant) to some of them.

So, again, that was interesting.

She opened the door almost before I knocked on it - and then, again was I hit with the gentle, tantalizing aroma of her apartment, the mixed scents of cheetah and spice and whatever else. A scent that - God - almost made me shiver all over when I first picked it up. It's like the smell of a damn good meal when you're hungry: you just want more of it, more.

And there Eliana stood, half-leaning in the door with an arm up over her head against the threshold and something that looked like a scrap of beef jerky in her other paw, while she gnawed on some of it. Bright amber eyes flicked up and down my body as she chewed, and mine did the same: today she wore fairly slim-fitting jeans that stopped short just above her ankles, and...

I swallowed. She wore a bra, blue, and nothing else on top. Really, this was the first thing I'd noticed, but I thought it would be rude to stare - but, God... seeing the form of her body again, the smooth curves inward along her belly from above her hips - and how the golden-yellow of her fur as well as the black spots dotting her back both melded to a creamy white at her belly. It's as soft as it looks.

Every now and then amid her juicy chewing on the jerky, I caught a glimpse at her pink tongue. What with her being a cat, that did_have the characteristic roughness, but... it wasn't as bad as you'd think. Hell, it got _me off, so. "Hey, Lukas." She gave me a little smile. "Good to see you."

"Yeah..." I forced myself to look up at her muzzle. Now, I'm gay most of the time, but... jeez, I sure as hell wouldn't mind having that chest of hers pressed up against me again. Cheetahs have a similarly blunted muzzle shape like us otters, and... well. Eliana and I had certainly shared more than a few kisses last time we'd seen each other. "...I, uh - wasn't expecting to see you here. I thought that-"

"-My brother was gonna answer?" She popped the rest of the jerky into her mouth and spent a few seconds chewing on it. Then, she straightened up and waved me in. "Nah. He's not home yet. Here, come in."

"You gonna take my pants off before we make it ten steps inside?" I said it as a joke, but... honestly...

She turned her head a little, and flicked an ear at me. "I'm thinkin' about it."

"So where's this brother of yours at?"

"Excited to meet him, huh? Is seeing me here instead a disappointment?"

"No, ma'am." I swallowed. Instead of her leading me down the hall and into the bedroom, the only room of the apartment I'd really gotten a good look at, she brought me past the kitchen and into the living room. Fairly small: one couch, one table, a TV that looked about the same size as my computer monitor back home, and then an old-looking recliner set a bit of a distance away. She slouched down on the couch and folded one leg over her other, and I slid into the recliner.

Orange eyes fixed resolutely on my face. She seemed to be expecting something. "Quite the opposite, then?"

To this I couldn't help but return the sly smile she gave me. I just couldn't stop thinking about last time... hell, was I wrong to expect (and maybe-sort-of want) today to turn out like then? "You _do_know me better than most people, Ellie."

"I know how you feel, how you smell, how you taste... I know some of what makes you groan and whine and wriggle." Now that she had finished that scrap of beef jerky, Eliana lifted a claw to her mouth and started chewing on that, all the while maintaining steady eye contact with me. Looks like she expected today to turn out the same way, too. I'm no canine, so I couldn't say for certain, but - there had been a little bit of extra tasty spice on the air when she opened the door, something that made my whiskers twitch and briefly derailed my train of thought. Either this cheetess was in heat, or that had just been some really good beef jerky.

"So... yeah. Like I said, better than most people." Believe it or not, that's true.

"Mhmm." She peered at that claw, and then went right back to chewing on it. "Y'know, Luke, I think my brother will like you."

"Oh, yeah? What makes you say that?"

"You often do what you're told without complaint - he and I are both kind of dominant, if you couldn't tell; that runs in the family - and you're damn easy to get along with, which never hurts. Oh, and you're an otter..." Here, her lips curved upwards in another smile, and she dropped her paw to her thigh. Then, she uncrossed her legs. "Which he loves. I told him about what we did last time."

My cheeks started to grow warm. "You... did?"

"Oh yeah. Made him even more excited to meet you." She scooted closer to the edge of the couch, and then spread her legs a little. "Hey, Lukas, c'mere, would you?"

Not knowing what else to do, I obeyed. The recliner creaked a little when I stood up from it, and I had to come in sideways to squeeze between the front of the couch in which Eliana sat and the table... but, before I could turn to sit down next to her, she placed her bare feet against the edge of that table and pushed it away. This startled me a little, so I just looked at her.

"What do you need?" I mean, I had an idea with the way she looked at me...

She made sure to push the table far enough away to make room for me in front of her, and then straightened up a little."You on your knees."

"But..." Of course, I didn't ignore the suggestion. My tail flicked behind me as I stepped over one of her legs, and then started to lower myself down in front of her. Already could I feel the heat of her body start to warm me on all sides - the same heat that I'd already buried my muzzle in before, and that I'd no doubt soon do again... "...what about your brother?"

It took her a moment to respond to me. Instead of speaking right after, though, she took my head in her paws and tugged me closer as soon as I'd lowered myself down to my knees - and had my press my nose right up against the rough fabric of the fly of her pants. Right there I could definitely pick up a little bit of tantalizing spice like what I'd smelled when I first entered the apartment, and, God, did it ever make me squirm... I found myself nuzzling against the front of her pants, the question I'd just asked already forgotten. "...oh, don't worry about him..." Eliana purred. She moved one of her paws to her belly, and slid a pair of fingers beneath the waistband of her pants. "He's out picking something up for me. We have time."

"...Mm," was all I could offer in response. Every time I pressed my muzzle up between her legs, the heat of her body redoubled against my nose and lips, and I could feel the flesh of her sex underneath give its little bit of resistance.

"Well?"

I looked up. With one thumb and forefinger, Eliana popped the button of her fly loose.

"You know the drill."

So I did. My fingers briefly brushed against hers when I reached up to take over, my paws shivering a little with anticipation - and, then, my mind moved on from focusing on that. That damn scent of hers that tickled at my nose picked up a little after I'd opened the fly of her pants - and then she lifted up a little to allow me to tug them down her legs and past my head, and soon, she kicked them off of one leg and let them hang limp from the other. Then, when I next lifted my head, I looked up at the fur of her legs: like her back to her belly, it turned from spotted fields of gold to a more mellow white, and then, all of that ran up along her inner thighs and disappeared beneath the band of her panties, the soft fabric the only thing between what both of us wanted.

Instead of pulling that away and getting to work, though, I looked up, met her eyes one more time - she'd returned that claw to her muzzle and had started chewing on it again - and then leaned forward, to drag my nose up along the line of her slit beneath the fabric of her panties. I could feel the sweet shiver that this sent through her body, and that only made me want to press in a little further, to dig my nose into the gentle, still almost-imperceptible scent that hovered off of her - and, before I could stop myself, I'd moved up so that my nose rested just below her belly button, while my tongue pressed up into the space between her lips, still through her panties. God, the warmth there - and the taste, too, also a dry, tingling spice. A faint moisture that was not my own saliva, clinging to my lips and the surface of my tongue-

"There we go..." the cheetess breathed. I could feel her legs squeezing around my head a little, trying to keep me in place. Of course, I had no complaints. "Honestly, Lukas, I've been waiting for this all day

Again I replied "Mmh," unwilling to put in the effort to say me too. Yet again I dragged my nose up along the front of her panties, now slightly moistened with both my saliva and the slick juice of her arousal, strengthening her scent a little further. When I started to move back down to do so again, though, my nose caught on the band of her panties and tugged them down just a little - and when I half-opened my eyes again, I could see all of that soft, white fur centering in on the pink, glistening flesh of her clit, above her slick slit. I couldn't help myself: one paw found its way up to tug her panties out of the way, and then, I set my tongue against her clit - gently, just to get a taste.

Instantly, Eliana's back straightened, she bit her lip as well as her claw, and she breathed out a low, rumbling "mm-"... with women, sometimes it's amazing how things so small can do so much. A flick of the tongue, a little bit of pressure with the lips, a gentle swirling right underneath her clit where her supple lips enclosed on it. This time when I brought my tongue back into my mouth, it came back with someone other than saliva along it - and a thin strand of which still connected my lips to hers, so to say.

Still Eliana kept her other paw on the back of my head, and still she tugged me forward - so I dove in again and again, each time pressing my tongue against her a little lower, a little deeper, and pulling it up along her. I started having to tilt my chin up to wriggle my tongue deeper into her, feeling the slick, slick warmth gently squeeze around me and press back against my lips; I shifted my paw to hold onto her thigh while working at her, nose often buried in the heated pubic fur just above where I focused.

And I could hear her moaning gently, could hear each little intake of breath and exhalation, as well as the noises from her shifting her position on the couch, or accidently pushing away the table against which she had her feet braced a little further. Last time I'd done this, I could smell her on the fur of my muzzle for a few hours afterward - and at one point here when I moved away to lick my lips and swallow, I could tell that today would be much the same. The fur along my chin had started to get soaked through with some fluid or another, something slightly salty, slightly spicy when I flicked my tongue over it.

Eliana moved her other paw from the back of my head to her front and, with two fingers, spread her lips wide. Such rich, inviting pink, glistening in the light with slickness - I leaned back in and dragged the flat of my tongue along her presented sex, and then did so again, and again, and again, keeping my eyes fixed on her face while doing so. All she could do was give a weak smile before her eyes fluttered shut again, and her mouth remained half-open in steady panting. I moved down a little bit, kept my tongue firm, and slid it up into her, stopping only when my nose pressed against her fur just above her clit - and remained there for a moment before coming back, and then doing so again.

She moved her fingers up to her clit and rubbed at it while I dug my tongue into and along her, starting to feel the familiar ache at the bottom of my jaw that usually came as a result of doing this sort of thing (which, if you ask me, simply meant that I needed to practice a little more). Her breathing had spiked a little bit and she'd started to tense up, evident in the twitching of her fingers, the heat of her sex, the way she lifted her hips up and almost humped at my muzzle-

She sped up her rubbing at her clit, and then suddenly stopped with a sharp intake of breath - and I could feel the burst against my lips and tongue as she came, squirting out against my muzzle still pressed forward and tongue buried halfway in her. By now my own pants had gotten quite tight, but - I didn't want to ruin things early. Waiting for her to cool down from her peak, I shifted back a little, swallowed down what she'd emptied into my muzzle, and then remained between her legs, lapping hungrily along her slit as she caught her breath.

"...What are you looking at?" she managed after a while, between measured breaths. It looked like she'd blunted her claw considerably. One of her legs dropped down off the table and remained draped over my shoulder; I closed my eyes and, instead of my tongue, ran my nose up along her sex again, relishing the way that her slickness and scent clung to my nostrils. Her taste was a slight one, but one still present - and did I ever enjoy it. "You're not done yet, Lukas; that's only one..."

At least give me a chance to rest my jaw, I thought, but - well, that wasn't too much of a concern. I leaned back in, dragged my tongue up along her inner thighs and the supple skin of her lips to lap off the slickness of her orgasm still clinging to her fur. My other paw made its way down my front to start undoing my own pants-

-and, then, the front door of the apartment _click_ed open, followed by first the rustling of a plastic bag and then a smooth mid-tenor male voice I didn't recognize: "Hey Ellie, I got your thing." Then footsteps, footsteps... I was frozen with my nose between Eliana's legs and my tongue against her clit.

"In here, Skyler." Her voice sounded laden with the remnants of exhaustive pleasure - but, as she spoke, she settled her paw between my ears and pushed me away a little, only so she could slide her panties off one leg as well. I wouldn't say I was used to people walking in while I had my muzzle between someone else's legs, but...

That male voice went on, coming closer as he turned the corner to this room. "Sixty dollars. Y'know that's how much it cost? I tried to find one that I thought would be a good size, and that _I'd_enjoy, too."

"Only the best." Then, to me: "Keep that tongue of yours working, Lukas - you're well on your way to making me cum again..."

"So!" Now, Skyler sounded like he was _right_outside the room. "When is-"

Then, I could feel my cheeks turn red again. I'm glad that Eliana had her thighs on either side of my muzzle, though, so that her brother couldn't see me blush.

Eliana raised a paw in greeting - and maybe even widened her legs a little further, as if to give her brother a better view. "Hey."

Over the sleek fur of her leg, I could see him - another cheetah of course, with similar amber eyes that looked, from here, to have a tinge of bright green to them. "You coulda told me he was already over!" Skyler complained, continuing to step forward. He shifted the plastic bag to his other paw; I couldn't tell what was inside. "I haven't even showered yet."

"Oh, he doesn't mind, I'm sure..." Eliana scritched behind my ears while I continued to lap against her. Instinctively, I leaned in a little deeper, ignoring the ache of my jaw - just to get her taste on my tongue a little bit more, a little stronger. Sure, I was nervous - I get performance anxiety sometimes - but, well, for Eliana... honestly, if she were to take my paw and slip it into the front of her pants on, like, a park bench or something, well. I'd keep it there. "What'd you get me, Sky?"

More rustling. "How's this?"

"Oh, my..."

"What was that you said? 'Only the best'?"

Curious, I placed one more kiss against Eliana's slick flesh and lifted my head up from between her legs (jeez, it really had_gotten warm down there) - and saw something that made my heart skip a beat. Not only was there another _damn hot cheetah in the room - he smiled and waved with one paw - but, he held what certainly looked to be a fair-sized strap-on, which he brought over here to his sister. She took it from him and then straightened up on the couch while looking it over. I thought she was done with me, but no: without taking her eyes off of it, she abruptly leaned forward again and tugged me back between her legs, pressing my mouth full-on against her slit, where her scent and taste had focused the strongest.

"I guess we're starting, then?" Skyler said from behind me. I resumed digging my tongue against Eliana, while behind me I could hear the table being moved away - and, then, felt warm paws slide up my sides, lift up my shirt a little, then move back down towards my waist. Sharp claws gently tracing against my skin, making me shiver and exhale hot breaths over Eliana, and then even more when those paws centered at the fly of my pants. He had bent down so quickly, so eagerly, and now pressed his chest against my back as he worked at unzipping my pants - and I could just barely pick up his scent over Eliana's, thoroughly ground into the fur of my muzzle and my nose... when I opened my eyes and looked over, Skyler had his muzzle right next to mine, which still nuzzled and lapped at Eliana's slick flesh as she rubbed at herself and kept herself spread for my easy access. He must have been able to taste her scent, her gentle musk on the air, too; every now and then his whiskers twitched and tickled my cheek. "Hi. I'm Skyler."

"Hello..." I managed, quite worked up from being held in this position. The cheetah's paw rubbed against my cock through my underwear when he pulled my pants down; I lifted up a little to allow him to pull them completely off. Every word lilted out of my parted mouth and against Eliana's spread lips, dripping with her arousal and my saliva. Skyler didn't appear to be too shocked at getting such a close look at his sister. "I'm Lukas."

"Do this often, Lukas?" Before I could settle back down, Skyler hiked my rump into the air and intentionally rubbed at my hard cock through the fabric of my boxers, one paw around my body to squeeze at my length with the other between my legs massaging my sack. He leaned back and then adjusted his position - and, then, slid his fingers beneath the waistband of my underwear and tugged that down, too.

I rested the side of my muzzle against Eliana's thigh and moved back a little, just watching her rub at herself. I _very_much enjoyed being in this position, able to feel her warmth on all sides of my muzzle, able to taste her slightly-spiced scent with each inhalation, able to lean forward whenever I wanted and dragging my tongue along her... "Not as often as I'd like..."

...and I would have said more, had it not been for the warm, rough tongue that then pressed up beneath my tail, right against the rim of my tailhole. A heated huff of breath worked its way out of my mouth, and yet again I found my head tugged forward. Whatever I'd wanted to say promptly left my mind, especially as that tongue swirled around and around my tailhole, tracing over the ridged rim - and I found myself emulating those movements with my own tongue around Eliana's clit. She had started to tense up and breathe heavier again.

As much as I enjoyed having my tongue buried between her legs, it was damn hard to focus with another tongue doing the same thing underneath my tail - and I could tell that Skyler had had more than a bit of practice with this in the past. It was obvious in the way he ran his tongue along the rim of my tailhole, how he gently pressed in, teased it in without straight-up shoving it into me... and, then, he drew his tongue back out and continued swirling it around, one on my rump keeping me spread while his other continued to stroke the base of my length. It didn't surprise me at all to feel his thumb quickly become slick and slippery with the amount of pre that had drooled from the end of my cock, as a result of being held between Eliana's legs for so long - with her taste on my tongue and the back of my throat and her scent always in my nostrils.

At one point I had to stop and just rest the side of my muzzle against her thigh again, while Skyler dragged the flat of his tongue up along my tailhole again and again. He moved his other paw from my cock to my tail to lift it high up into the air, and I repeatedly felt his cool nose press up underneath the base with his licking. Eliana kept on going, though, and eventually ended up squeezing my head between her thighs while she sucked in another gasp - and again spurted her warmth out across my muzzle as she came again, only releasing me after her climax had receded. Still, being myself, I licked it off my lips and then leaned forward to lap off what still dripped from her lips in front of me.

Then, I could feel Skyler's exhalation of breath against the rim of my tailhole, warm with his saliva: "Ready to switch, Ellie?"

The cheetess nodded, and then actually pushed me back a little bit so she could get up - and, I was happy to see, she took the strap-on with her and started putting it on before she left my lines of sight. That was alright, though, because her brother took her place on the couch in front of me... but not before he'd already unbuttoned and unzipped his pants on the way over. He wore no underwear: instead, his hard cock throbbed between the undone flaps of his pants, his foreskin (I could feel my heart skip another beat right there when I noticed this) half-retracted and a small drip of pre hanging from the end.

Before I could lean forward and lick that drip off, though, Skyler sat down on the couch and leaned forward for me - but, he tilted my chin up with his paw and peered briefly at my face. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me (which I totally wouldn't be opposed to), but, no: instead, he drew his thumb across my cheek, right where Eliana had... moistened.

"Jesus Christ, El. You squirted all over his face." He brought that thumb to his mouth and sucked off the slickness. Then, to me - and with a small wave of his cock with a paw, as if to say to me get to work: "She's always done that - I do it too. Shooting for distance runs in the family, I guess."

"Yeah, well, Lukas doesn't mind." Behind me, along with slightly strained breathing, I could hear the faint rustling of her working the strap-on up her legs. I kept my tail raised and ready. "Don't you?"

Skyler took over just like his sister had: he placed his paw on the back of my head and pulled me down for my lips to meet the end of his cock. I swirled my tongue around his head, around the rim of his foreskin - which earned another throb out of him - and started to dive slowly down, the taste of his musk mixing with his sister's in my maw. "Mm-mm."

Sure, I wouldn't get any rest for my jaw, but at least it'd give my tongue some manner of relief for a while. One paw at the base of his length, I kept him angled towards me so that I could easily bob along him, slowly turning my head to one side or the other, keeping my tired tongue cupped around the underside and then flicking it over his head each time I came up. Skyler relaxed back on the couch, arms over the back and eyes half-closed but directed behind me - probably at Eliana, who then pressed that strap-on up under my tail.

"Nice n' slick..." I heard her murmur - and then she started to sink into me, making me tense up all over and breathe out a gentle huff through my nose into Skyler's pubic fur. He rubbed behind my ear with his paw.

Skyler shifted a little, lifting his hips up into his muzzle. I dove down a little further, keeping my legs spread and tail up as Eliana slid slowly deeper into me. Strap-ons felt different than an actual cock, a little less comfortable, not as warm - but, hey, it was still good. "Well, what can I say? My mouth was watering."

"This otter here-" Eliana moved her paws to my sides for support as she pressed into me. I found myself pushing my hips back against her and then forward in a short rhythm, easing the strap-on into me. "-might be as eager about giving oral as you, Sky. Lord knows you like licking things."

"Lord also knows you like being licked." Skyler released my head from his paw so that I could take on my own rhythm, and I gladly did so. I kept my own paw still along his length near my lips stroking him, so that I could feel his foreskin roll back and forth, back and forth over his head with my movements. "And making a mess."

"Like you can talk, mister 'I can almost hit the ceiling when I cum if I try'."

"I never said that! And, besides, the ceiling in that room is kinda low."

"You didn't." Eliana's hips pressed against my rump; I could feel the straps of the toy tight around her thighs. Now that she had hilted in me, she leaned forward over my body and moved one of her paws to my own thigh, and then from there to the base of my twitching shaft. "But I've seen you do it.

"My orgasms don't require us to wash the sheets afterwards. Sometimes I wonder why I don't just sleep on the couch."

I thought it was charming, having the two of them bantering - while they each slowly thrust in and out of either end of me, Eliana under my tail and Skyler between my lips. His scent had started to overtake hers in my nose, due to his scruffy, unkempt pubic fur that tickled at my nostrils each time I descended on him - and he'd been bound up in his pants doing probably more all day than Eliana, so there was a bit of an edge to his musk as well, one that made me want to dive down on him and keep him in the back of my throat as long as possible before coming back up. Gradually I changed my rhythm, moving back to roll his foreskin as far over his head as it could go with my lips and swirling my tongue around on the inside, which made him twitch and moan gently between his words.

"It is a bit of a tight fit in that bed." Eliana braced her other arm on my lower back just above the base of my tail, causing my rump to lower down a bit. This in turn only allowed her to more easily thrust up into me - and she'd started to pick up speed, too, to where I had to take a few moments getting used to it. I'd prefer to be riding her - holding her down, paws on her shoulders (or elsewhere), feeling that long tail of hers wrap around my leg; leaning down and setting my teeth against her neck for slower, deeper thrusts, drooling pre out into the soft cream fur of her belly-

"Not the only thing that's a tight fit."

Skyler's breath had started to become slightly labored, and he lifted his hips up into my muzzle a little more each time I descended on him. His cock was now thoroughly slickened with saliva, enough so that the pads of my paw slid easily over his skin in stroking him; not only this, but his paw had tightened again on the back of my head and held me in place for him to thrust up into my muzzle, lips tight and tongue cupping his shaft. I'd already swallowed down what Eliana had to give me (today, twice already), and I'd gladly do the same for her brother...

Meanwhile, the cheetess's paw gripped and stroked my own shaft fast and hard, just slightly off-rhythm with both her thrusts into me and my pressing back against her. Her paw moved swiftly and easily along my cock, especially what with me humping forward into it whenever I lurched away from her. Not only was Skyler's musk now definitely caught in my muzzle as well as on my tongue, but the unmistakable salty taste of pre had started to leak out against the back of my muzzle as well.

Skyler was the one to cum first. I had my eyes open when he began, but right as his orgasm peaked, he fixed that - by tugging my head firmly down onto his cock, further than before so that the end pressed roughly against the back of my throat and so my nose ended up buried in his pubic fur, with the warmth of his body just underneath. Spurt after spurt after spurt - I could feel each one through the underside of his cock, firmly cupped in my tongue; only when he started to pull out did I taste him, and when I did I wished that he'd pulled me back, made me keep my mouth wide open so he could empty his load over my muzzle and waiting tongue. After he'd finished and lay back against the couch, mouth hanging open in exhausted panting, I kept the head of his cock between my lips with tongue gently dragging over the rim of his foreskin and the underside where the last of his seed dripped down.

Maybe it was something in my breathing or my movements, know, that let Eliana behind me know that I was close, too; she adjusted her position and got somewhat over me, so that each thrust pounded down and made me clench around the strap-on - all the while her paw remained moving fast and hard along my shaft, throbbing and twitching. My breathing rose and peaked, and each exhalation turned into a moan slightly higher and slightly louder than the last - until, with a few final rough thrusts under my tail, she caused me to jerk forward into her tight paw and shoot out my own load across the floor and front of the couch, near Skyler's legs. Even after finishing, while the warm shivers of the afterglow rippled through me, she continued stroking my shaft - slower, more gently, squeezing out the last of my cum down over her fingers.

Legs unsteady, heart pounding in my chest, so many different tastes and scents caressing my tongue and nose... I had to take a moment to rest my forehead against the edge of the couch cushion, which put me right beside Skyler's sack. He didn't seem to mind.

"...So..." Eliana said after a moment. She started to pull out of me; I gripped onto the fabric of the couch. "Glad to see you two get along... well enough, at least."

Skyler rolled his foreskin all the way back, peered down at his cock (I'd done a pretty good job of cleaning the rest of his cum off), and then wiped his forefinger and thumb off on my nose after I'd looked back up at him. "Oh, you bet, El... but, I gotta say - I want some one-on-one time with this otter." He tilted my chin up again. I couldn't help but lean forward and nuzzle against his cock, just now beginning to soften. "What'd you say your name was?"

"Lukas," me and Eliana said at the same time. After tugging out of me, she rubbed the shaft of the strap-on under my tail, making me moan gently and press back again.

"An' you've known him for a while, El?"

"Sorta. I wouldn't be opposed to getting to know him even better, though." Whatever that meant.

"Alright then, Lukas..."

I pulled myself up, and then sat back on the carpeted floor. Where the hell had my pants gone?

"How about you come over sometime for dinner? You n' me n' Ellie could - I dunno - see a movie or something after. It'll be fun."

I felt the heat of Eliana's body bending over me before she started speaking. Her whiskers tickled at my cheek, her breasts pressed against my upper back- "Or..." Then, she dragged her slightly-rough tongue up along the fur of my shoulder towards my neck. I had no doubt that she could easily smell both herself and her brother on my muzzle and breath. "Maybe we could have a sleepover party."

Skyler scoffed. "Eliana, there's hardly enough room in the bed for the two of us. Especially since you still sleep with that stuffed animal."

"We'll make it work, Sky. What was that you said about sleeping on the couch?"

"Hey, hey, I wasn't serious...!"

Well, hey, at least the ache in my jaw and back of my tongue had gone away.