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“If I had to sit through even one more of those meetings, I think I might have actually jumped out the window.”

The door of the hotel room closed behind Aya, as Ian slammed it shut. He was already going to work on the deadbolt and chain locks that would offer them a better feeling of security, but as far as Aya was concerned, she already had enough privacy to start pulling away the cover of her suit coat, tossing it over the chair in the corner.

“At least it wouldn’t have been that much of a fall for you,” Ian teased, finding Aya was the only person he knew that he could make a ‘tall’ joke to. “But I would have been right there with you; that was the slowest day I think I’ve ever had on a business trip.”

“So slow that it felt like time was going backwards,” Aya concurred. “Are you sure we aren’t just getting up in the morning for a full day of meetings?”

“Even if we were...I think we’d have to tell the managers that we were running late,” he told her. “I get the impression that you and I have a few matters to discuss in private.”

“Oh, we’re not discussing anything ,” Aya confirmed. “We’re well past the need for words...and I can already tell that you agree.”

Though she was turned away from her business partner, Aya had seen the bulge in Ian’s slacks shifting about before they’d returned to their shared hotel room, and it was only pressing harder against the front of his dress pants as she unclasped her brassier, adding it to a rapidly growing pile of clothing.

“You sure you don’t want to discuss it?” he asked. “I know how much you enjoy it when I tease you about how horny you are, Aya.”

“If you can tease and touch at the same time, you’d damn well better get to it,” she warned. Pulling down the zipper along the side of her pencil skirt, she had only the cover of her nylons to remove, but claws were already digging into the sheer, thin fabric, threatening to tear them apart...and giving Ian a warning of the kind of marks she’d leave in his flesh if he didn’t hurry up.

He was already halfway through untucking his shirt and unbuttoning his slacks when he saw the naked maned wolf turning back to greet him, her lips curled in a greedy smile and her eyes drinking in the sight of Ian as though it was her first time ever seeing a man in the buff.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he kept up that playful spirit just a moment longer, but it would have been a foolish move to keep running his mouth when his legs still worked.

“And now I’m done asking,” Aya warned him. She watched her fellow wolf try to work his way out of his boxers a little faster, but as she approached, there was no seduction in her step: no sway of her hips to entice Ian into coming after her.

She was taking him for a ride first.

“Is it so bad if I was hoping you’d say that?” he asked, but when her paws came to rest on his chest, his pants were still draped around his ankles, and his boxers were only to the knee, making it impossible for him to step aside.

Resisting her touch was that much harder, and a mere shove sent the wolf off balance, leaving his sore rump to bounce against the floor, while his back slumped against the wall.

“If you want me to take the lead, don’t make me wait,” she warned him, her voice laced with enough ferocity that Ian wasn’t sure if he’d pushed her too far...but in either case, his flesh would be happier for her approach, as she knelt right into his waiting lap and settled her warm, glistening petals against the tip of his exposed cock. “Next time...you’d better just speak up and ask to be fucked, Ian...because I won’t ask again.”

There was no need for Aya to worry about his consent, knowing that Ian would be up for whatever she suggested.

It was only a matter of how prepared he was to take the reins, and when Aya took them first, Ian was all smiles, watching the head of his impressive member disappear between her tight, delicate folds.

“I’ll t-try to make a note of that for next time,” he offered, but words became difficult as her body moved down his shaft, glazing every inch with the plentiful, liquid desire that she held for him. “I know it’s...r-rude to keep a lady waiting...”

“Extremely rude,” she agreed, putting the right point of emphasis on his words and letting a truly wicked grin spread across her lips. “And what better way to punish you for that than forcing you to sit still for a moment while I have my fun?”

Whatever kind of fun the maned wolf could come up with, Ian would be on board every step of the way. There was an added layer of danger, courtesy of the way that his legs were bound by his half-dressed state, but Ian didn’t think that Aya would be the type to take such direct advantage of that.

She proved him entirely wrong, settling herself on the very base of his cock and rolling her hips from side to side, squirming herself into a comfortable seat in the middle of his lap.

Warm as it already was to settle against the fluff of his groin, there was an even greater heat to be shared with him, and that golden intimacy began flowing forth as Aya released not only one of her greatest stresses from the day, but one of her greatest delights, into Ian’s fur.

“...When was the last time you went?” he asked, breathless at the sheer volume of her flood, as much as he was at the pleasure of having such molten warmth spill across the base of his shaft. Golden, trickling streams dripped around the sensitive flesh of his sack, and against the cheap carpet of the hotel room, the pair were set to leave a host of stains to be dealt with.

“Mmmn...fuck...that’s s-so good...” her answer came with less direction than Ian hoped, but as she draped her arms around his neck and leaned in closer, the smoky lust still lingered in her voice. “I didn’t have a chance to sneak off to the restroom before the meetings started for the day, Ian. I’ve been saving all this up, just for you...”

To some, it might not have been the kindly gesture that Aya considered it, but she knew Ian well enough: even though she was completely still on the shaft of his cock, she could feel new, throbbing excitement within her womanhood, driven by his pulsing flesh.

“You’re being...s-serious...” Ian’s voice was left hollow by the thrill of feeling gush after gush of warm, slick urine spill over his body, and even after the course of a full minute, Aya was still leaking over his lap, until his rump was settled in a slowly fading puddle of her own design. “Do you still have that much left to give?”

There was no need for the pair to start slowly; Aya was driven up the wall by her meetings, and Ian, for his part, was being driven up the wall by Aya.

Now that she’d properly marked him, she knew he’d be willing to take the reins back from her, but she didn’t expect him to pump back against her rump and lift her slender body by the armpits.

“You want every last drop, big guy?” she asked, feeling his powerful grip against the sides of her breasts. “You’re gonna have to fuck the last few outta me...”

From underneath, Ian could have easily taken hold and pumped at the maned wolf with plenty of sincerity, but to do that would have been a betrayal of his true nature.

Aya could already see the switch being flipped in the back of his mind: she wasn’t at all surprised, but she was completely delighted when she felt the thicker wolf lifting her body from below.

He managed to stand upright without pulling the length of his cock from her soaking depths, and still carrying her body with ease, he brought her over to the edge of the bed, finally letting his shaft fall out of her stuffed, needy womanhood.

A cascade of golden moisture followed, but some of those juices rolled over her own thighs as Ian grabbed her by the hips and turned her over, leaving Aya just enough time to catch herself and lift her tail; she knew just what Ian was after.

“Come and get me, then,” she offered, swaying her hips- the very sight she’d denied him before- as he approached the bed and mounted her from above. “Breed me like a feral, little bitch , Ian...”

Thick arms draped around the sides of a long, slender wolfess, and the weight of a thick, pulsing cock pressed against her petals, moving so gently only for the sake of accuracy.

Going in blind and finding her soaking heat by feel, Ian took his time lining up the shot, but when his tapered, canine member pushed inside of her slit and sunk further in, Aya was already grabbing a pillow and biting it in anticipation of the pressure to follow.

Had she not bitten down the moment before Ian started a rapid, ferocious pace with his hips, Aya never would have been able to silence herself; their hotel neighbors would have been treated to a chorus of whimpering delights like they’d never imagined.

“When you’re walking funny at those meetings tomorrow...and everyone is asking you what happened to you last night...I dare you to tell them,” Ian growled low, his voice making it difficult to tell if he was teasing her, or if it was a genuine order. “I dare you to tell them that I was bending you over this bed, fucking you silly...knotting your tight, little cunt and flooding you...”

He was trying his best to monitor his own voice, knowing they might have had coworkers on the other side of that wall, but with every crashing thrust of his hips, he pounded into Aya with such intensity that she could feel a delightful rugburn forming on her shifted knees. Her rump was already sore from taking the powerful weight of his thrusts so many times, but she wanted to be sore when she curled up for sleep, that night.

She needed to feel his cum leaking back out of her, after his knot slipped free of her gripping, quivering depths, but for that to come true...she needed to coil her tail around the small of his back and meet with his intensity, head on.

“You sure t-talk a big fucking game, Ian...you gonna live up to it?” she asked, her breasts shaking against the bunched-up covers beneath her pinned, eager frame. “Gonna knot me? Fill me?!”

Thick, swollen orbs slapped against her inner thighs, splattering the last of her spilled juices from before, but new, slick moisture was replacing her pee: liquid arousal flooded down from her womanhood and soaked Ian’s flesh with every pass...and though his pace was reaching a fever pitch, he had more than his knot to give, as she was quick to find.

That weight sunk into her folds with greater ease than she thought, but as she cried out the bliss of her orgasm and felt the warm, creamy release of his cum into her depths, she realized that she hadn’t seen Ian sneak off to the restroom, either.

“That’s it, big guy...f-fucking knot me...g-gimme all that cum, Ian... do it!”

Meeting her demands every step of the way, a panting, nearly feral canine rutted his partner from behind, thrusting into her with a pace and depth that would have done his ancestors proud.

He looked the part, most certainly, as the marbled flesh of his knot completely disappeared inside of the narrow, tender slit of the maned wolf, trapping every single gush of his seed inside of her trembling body.

“You always do...f-find a way...to get exactly what you want out of me,” he noted, his breathing still ragged from the impressive effort that he’d pounded into her flesh. “Not that I mind, when we want the same thing...”

She knew they’d be tied together for a while longer still, but Aya found it soothing to have such a full, massive cock inside of her body...and the slow, constant pulses of his yield pouring into her womb created a satisfying and comforting rhythm.

Her expression shifted and her lips pursed again when she felt something more joining that volume: like a dagger of sharpened heat, the first stream of Ian’s other release flooded into her overly stuffed passage, teasing her with a warmth that she would have wanted to see...but all she could do was feel his pee, as it continued to spread across her flooded insides.

“You know I wanted that on me ,” she claimed. “Not in me.”

“Should have said something sooner.”

“...Remind me to shatter your hips into dust tomorrow morning, Ian.”

“Looking forward to it, Aya.”