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"Two days of freedom!" Amelia sang to herself as she pranced around her home. "Don't got no jobs, ain't got no responsibilities, don't need no pants!" The bobcat leapt into the air and kicked. Flaunting her natural glory for no one to see. Which was a disappointment, but her pool of guy friends to hang out with had dwindled. Andrew had gotten married while back. While the bear had offered to have the occasional fling, home wrecking wasn't her thing. She liked her fun to be drama free.

She dropped onto the couch and grabbed the remote. Time to catch up on some shows she'd been missing out on. Well, kinda missing out on. Working as a Deputy meant that her job could be boring for hours on end, then wild as fuck for no reason.

Well, there was always a reason. Though since Damien had gone off to college, things had been quieter. She was waiting on the next round of trouble making teens. Though she'd likely handle them very differently than she had the local rich kid. Most of them could be settled with some gentle talking and being given someone to listen to. Damien had...

Amelia sighed and stretched out. He'd been a special case. She wasn't the only one that had tried helping him out through the years. Not his fault that Daddy would rather throw money and nannies at the problem. Still though, she'd tried talking with him, tried reasoning, and he'd just doubled down. Had taken her some extreme measures to get him to open up and start changing. Not her proudest moment, but also one she was proud of. As weird and convoluted as that sounded.

Seeing him heading off to college had been bittersweet. Town did it's usual graduating party for all the seniors. Hell, Mr Moneybags had even shown up for it. Think that shook Damien a bit, seeing his father there. Later on, the wild dog mutt had gotten her aside and they'd talked about his future. Daddy dearest was paying for Damien to go to college. Which was good, Damien had turned himself around and managed to graduate. Just barely, he'd slacked off a lot in that senior year. But, once again, there had been enough money to throw at the problem that Damien got into a school of his choice.

Yay for rich parent.

Amelia grabbed a stick of beef jerky and chewed on the end of it. Absently watching the show through lidded eyes. She hummed out a quiet growl and twitched her ears. Wondering if she should linger on that line of sleeping and watching, or if she should pack it in. Yeah, it was kinda early evening, but her sleep schedule was all kinds of fucked. Overnight shifts then having to pick up some day shifts this last week? She'd been living on naps, coffee, and spite.

Which meant she'd somehow managed to get home, shower, and pass out. She hadn't even gotten to do more than eat a handful of fries from the food she'd grabbed on the way home.

As Amelia found herself pondering just how long a burger would be food safe for, her ears twitched. Someone was coming up her driveway. That was the sound of a front wheel drive slipping on gravel, catching, and surging up.

"Who the fuck is coming round here?" She wished she'd gotten round to installing those remote cameras now. Especially as she began to glance around for clothes. Oh, she had plenty of clothing scattered around. With the shifts she'd had, when she got home it had been time to strip off and pass out. So the floor was her hamper.

Before she could ponder on which shirt was the least funky, lights swept across her window. The engine cut off. Then footsteps right up to her front door and a firm knock. "Yo, Melia."

She knew that voice and just about rushed the door. "YOU'D BETTER TURN AROUND OR I'LL SHOOT!" Then she slammed her hand on the rickety table by the door as hard as she could. Doing her best to imitate gunshots. Then she opened the door.

Damien stood there, looking somewhat bemused. "Not even a dive for cover or worried look?"

He shook his head, "You tried that last year with the firecrackers." The male tilted his head ever so slightly and looked at her. Even in the dark, his eyes glittered with mischief. "Though you had pants on last year."

She flipped him the bird and let him in, "Why're you here so early? Thought you weren't going to be here till like... next week or some shit. Didn't get kicked out did you?"

Damien stopped staring at her ass long enough to shoot her a confused look. He tilted his head ever so slightly and allowed one of those radar dish, Wild dog ears to swivel at her. "What do you mean? You'd gone quiet, but said it was all good. Figured you had a rough week and all, so I just rolled up." Amelia froze and perked her ears. Admittedly, things had been hell all week long, and she'd only taken the time off because the Sheriff told her to go home and sleep. She'd all but been a zombie for days. Doing things on automatic and nearly causing issues more than once. She also knew that when she crashed out, she crashed hard, and could sleep most of the day. Blessed be blackout curtains. Hell, she also knew that she could wake up, make food, eat it, and pass out without remembering it. Had she been so exhausted that she lost track of the days?

Then she saw Damien's shit-eating grin and hurled a throw pillow at him. "Ha!" he barked, "Had you going with that one."

"Yes, for once you did. Asshole." She dropped to the couch and crossed her arms with a huff.

He flashed a grin and joined her, setting down a bag. "Finished my tests early and figured I'd just swing up a little sooner. Especially since I know you're only," he wiggled his hand, "at taking care of yourself." Looking pointedly at the bag of cold fast food.

"Bold words coming from the town troublemaker. Shits been kinda quiet the last couple years." Her ears perked as he began to spread food out on the coffee table.

Damien put on a look of mock hurt, "You say that like it's my fault. That I was the one and only cause of all that trouble for years." He caught the look Amelia shot him, "Yeah, even I had trouble keeping a straight face through that." He waved his hand at the food and grabbed himself a bite. Sushi and the like, so plenty easy to grab and nibble.

"Uh huh," she smirked, "reminds me. How is Peanut doing?" Peanut was Damien's second in command. Well, kinda sorta. More best friend and willing cohort for most of the things going on, if only to have something to do. While the moose hadn't been able to go to the same college, he did get a scholarship and went to State. Amelia grabbed some tuna and engulfed it with a purr.

Damian's ear twitched, a sure sign he was thinking about something. The bobcat took the chance to glance and examine him, see what she could read off him. He did take after his father a lot. The round ears were a sure African Wild Dog trait, as was the tan fur and spots that dotted his hide. His mother, the mysterious maned wolf, was more in his hair and eye, that snout that was a little long. Damien had let his hair grow out some. It had been long, but he'd always gone for the scraggly, grungy rebellious teen look. It was still scraggly, but in a more managed way.

After a moment, he breathed out, "Peanut? She's doing great. Really bloomed once she got out of here."

That caught Amelia off guard a little. Oh there were rumors that floated around town. Always were rumors in a small old place like this. Folks didn't have much to do most days except chat. "She is? That's great."

Her casual acceptance made Damien relax with a quiet sigh. Over the last few years, they'd worked on building trust. Well, mostly she'd found a way to tempt the troublemaker to keep him calm. Carrot and stick deal. Make him work for work thing he wanted, and give him more when he earned it. [i]Must have been something he worried about for ages. Knowing I'd probably cool with it, but still wanting to protect Peanut. It's sweet.

"So, out of classes early?"

Damien shrugged, "Finished the finals, was going to mostly hang out and wait for the grades. Folks were off partying and," he waved his hand, "Kinda boring really. Seen one party where someone gets too wasted, seen them all. Plus I didn't wanna risk some property damage claims."

She smirked, "Again?"

He winced and shrugged, "Again."

Amelia leaned against his side with a low purr. Letting the sound roll around her chest, crawling like a near growl. Eating with one hand as her other dropped to his lap. Nails oh so carefully scraping the fabric of his jeans.

Damien knew what was next, was eager for what was next, but he also knew he wasn't the one in charge. Ears perked and his breathing picked up. She could feel him tense and felt that little shift as he leaned back ever so slightly. She smiled and casually ran her hand over his jeans. Feeling how his bulge twitched and stirred as her hand ran over it. "So no parties? Don't have any girl who is interested in you? Or guys? I know how you whined and moaned when I…"

She didn't have to say what she did. The mere implication was enough to make him whine and pin his ears back. "N-no," he breathed, "hadn't really found anyone that I jive with, you know. Too much drama or shit like that." He was doing his absolute best to stay calm as she unzipped his pants and pushed his boxers down. Just casually flopping cock and balls out in the open. Plump sheath getting fatter as his tip poked out. "Half them feel like the high school bitches, but turned up and loaded with Daddy's Money." He raised the pitch of the last two words. Throwing in a mocking flick of his hair for bonus.

Amelia shrugged and reversed her grip. Thumb down as she stroked his sheath. Rubbing her hand up and down, giving a squeeze, then repeating. All while she put away one piece of sushi after the next.

Damien knew the routine well. She'd tease him while he talked. Once he'd told her enough, she'd give him release. He also knew that she could, and would, go at it for hours. Stopping and starting to work him up more. It was more than just tantric or playing. There was something about her calm, cool control that just riled him up in ways no one else could. He narrowed his eyes and bit back a whine as her fingers danced around his tip. Instead, he did his best to just talk and focus on the food. Even though every drop of blood was rushing down south.

So he talked. Just attention forward, eating bits and pieces of the food, and talked. Classes, friends, updates on Peanut and her circle, anything and everything he could think of. Well, not everything. There was the usual dance around his father. They'd been on better terms the past few years. Not that that was saying much. Their relationship had always been on the cooler side of cold. Still, it was nice to not be such an outcast to the only relative he knew.

He felt Amelia lean into him and fully expected the bobcat to climb on top of his lap. She loved to tease him, get him to open up, then reward with something fun. Damien grinned to himself and leaned back in anticipation.

Only to have the feline slide down his side and fall out across his lap with a snort. Her breathing slow and even.

"Right," he sighed, "night shifts." She'd bust her ass at work, stay up who knew how long, then crash out. Only to rise from sleep long enough to eat something, and then crash out again. Glancing at the food packs, he realized just how much she'd eaten. Chuckled and stroked her head, shifting to carefully tuck himself back into his pants. Though not before sliding his hand around her front and letting his hand brush over her breast with a, "Honk." That made the bobcat snort in her sleep. He stretched and sighed, pondering may be a bit of a nap himself. Glancing towards her bedroom door and wondering if he could carry her into there. Though first...

Amelia woke on the couch, alone, with a blanket draped over her. The feline made a face and stretched, "MMmmph," before something tickled her nose. The scent of Damien, fresh and nearby. It didn't take her sleep deprived brain longer than a couple seconds to remember what had happened mere hours before. With him showing back up early. "Faaaaak," she breathed, knowing she'd teasing the poor guy and then left him hanging by just passing out on him.

"Oh you're up," Damien poked his head out of the bedroom door. "Was just finishing up in here."

Amelia yawned and sat up, shedding the blanket as she did. "Yeah, sorry about that. Didn't mean to blueball you before I passed out. Was going to do it after. I mean pass out after we took care of business." She yawned again and showed off her teeth, "You know what I mean." Her ear perked as she heard him moving around her bedroom, "What are you doing in there?" She rose from the couch and crossed her cabin to go check.

Damien was just finishing putting the sheets back on the bed. Properly, rather than just hurling the linens at the mattress and calling it good enough. If she didn't have guests, she wasn't gonna put in more effort than she had to. Though it took her a second longer to register that the floor was clear too. Her clothing having been picked up and put away.

The hybrid male rolled his shoulders, "Figured you could use a little help. I know you bust your ass trying to look busy out there all week." There was that snark and smile, "I also know that the Sheriff knows you'll bust your nub if he asks. Didn't feel like taking a nap just yet, so I did a little tidy up."

Amelia cracked a smile, "Oh, should I get you one of those maid outfits? You would look cute in one, you know." He snorted at her, but didn't stop smoothing the sheets out. "You know, you're rather calm and cool about this. You didn't jerk off on me while I slept or something?"

His ears twitched, "Was tempted, you snore pretty loud. Was wondering if I should put something in your mouth." He stuck his tongue out and grabbed his crotch with a lewd noise. "Give you something good to suck on, hurhur. Also how the fuck do you take care of your bras? I can't fathom how to fold them up, and your cell service out here sucks ass."

"That's cause you don't, you goober. They get laid flat out in the drawer and stacked." She moved to sit on the bed as he moved to fluff the pillows. "Bet you felt up my tit though." He didn't answer, but she knew him well enough to read his expression. "You did, you perv." She grinned, "You know you didn't have to do this, yeah?" He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, but didn't reply. Instead simply dropped to the bed beside her with a huff. "So," she rolled over and let her hand come to rest on his chest, "you're here a week early. You've done my laundry and none of it is pink, I guess that earns you something special. What do you want?"

Damien didn't have to think long, "I wanna try something in the shower." Amelia opened her mouth to remind him that her shower wasn't large enough, but he beat her to it. "I know the place we could try something." He nodded in the rough direction of his father's estate, "Daddy dearest isn't in town. The staff probably aren't there either. Heard he kinda half-mothballed the place the last year or so."

Amelia wiggled her hand, "Kinda. They send people in there about once a month to clean it up and keep it from getting too stank. Not a full layoff, but you know what it's like." She thought about it a second, "Isn't there alarms and all that?"

He hummed, "Yeah, but I've got the codes. If he gets an alert, he won't think twice about it. Especially if I send him a text that I'm in the area and want some quiet. Which," he turned his phone around and showed a text chain, "I did last week." Sure enough, it was Damien and his father talking about Damien taking a break in the manor. A post-finals wind down to help recover his mental health. As well as a promise to get some groceries sent up.

"Well then," Amelia sighed and sat up, "guess that means I've gotta put on pants." The bobcat stretched and went to her dresser to find something to wear.

The manor was clear on the other side of town from her cabin. Which meant a drive, and since Damien offered to drive, she wasn't going to argue. Amelia sighed as she settled into the passenger seat of the crossover. "Not as sporty as I'd thought. Figured you'd have something like a Benz or a Jaaag."

He pulled a face, "Dad figured the same thing. When I told him this was what I wanted, he looked surprised. Broke out the numbers, service, Yada Yada. Figured if this brand could survive you for as long as it did..."

Amelia reached over and gave him a swat. The canine barked a laugh and leaned back. "Brat," she chuckled and glanced at the road. "So, tell me if it's too distracting."

Damien did good by keeping his eyes on the road, "If what... " he cut off in a gasp as Amelia twisted and unzipped his pants. "Oh," he breathed and nearly melted into the seat. Adjusting to give her plenty of room to work as she reached in. Expertly fishing him out of boxers and pants, exposing his sheath to the air. She did have to wiggle some to get around the center console. Though that was only a slight bump, and the reward was worth it. Hearing Damien huff as she ran her tongue around his tip slowly.

Just a slow lap and stroke that brought the male to hardness. His chiseled canine length all but leaping towards her. She grinned and pursed her lips. Casually dipping her head down on his shaft with a hum. To his credit, the mutt didn't floor it or anything. He just moaned and let his hand come to rest on her back.

Amelia pulled up, "If you wreck while I'm like this, I'll be unhappy." He muttered something, but moved his hand back to the wheel. All his attention on the road as she took him back into her mouth. Humming quietly around his cock as she began to bob her head. Each pass feeding more of him into her mouth. Playing with his flesh with her tongue, teasing him a little more. She let her hand slide into his pants and feel up his balls. Nice and heavy, as expected, between his age and the teasing she wasn't surprised at all. Though a naughty part of her wanted to tease him some more. Bring him to the cusp before backing off again.

She grinned around his cock and shook her head. He'd been more than just good, he'd been considerate. No one asked him to do her laundry, yet there he was. Sure, he snuck in a bit of a fondle, but what guy wouldn't?

The bobcat let out a humming purr as she started to move. Bobbing her head up and down over his cock, tongue bathing every inch of his spire. Damien huffed and arched, wiggling his hips to give her more room to work. Not that she needed it. She was already nudging her head into his sheath with each stroke. Pushing him fully back with her lips while she worked his sac. Juggling those hearty balls between her fingers. Stroking and pressing with her palm.

"Faaack," Damien moaned for her. She could just imagine his face, trying to keep a neutral look so no one would look at him twice. All while trying his best to not just bust right away. Something that would be increasingly difficult as she started to lap and slurp on his cock. Driving herself all the way to his base with each stroke.

Then she happily drove herself all the way down and kept herself there. Nuzzling into his base. Tongue and lips playing on his knot. The wild dog hybrid huffed and arched. Bucking into her mouth some without thinking about it. She let him, keeping her head down, grinding her nose into his groin. Glad that he took hygiene seriously. She'd drilled that into his head over her sessions with him.

Damien's knot began to grow. Thicker, pressing against her lips. Amelia bobbed her head a little, just enough to let her mouth pop over the knot with each stroke. Slurping wetly around it as his breathing picked up. Oh she could feel how it throbbed. Each pulse matched with another shot of his precum into her gullet. Cute little whines started to break from his maw as she worked, bringing her hand up to tease his knot as well. It had been months since their last encounter, but she knew what he liked. Knew just what it sounded like when he was ready.

She also knew the rough rhythm of the lights in town.

As soon as Damien hit about where downtown was and slowed, she redoubled her efforts. Adding a louder hum to the mix as she pumped her head on his cock furiously. Slurping and drooling around his cock as she huffed and panted.

Damien all but jumped out of the seat with a, "Oh fuck!" was just what she wanted to hear. Lips pushing against his knot as she grabbed onto it. Using her fingers to simulate a tie. She could just imagine that cute face, ears pinned back, as he finished in her mouth. The bobcat greedily gulping down shot after shot of his cum. Hand dancing from knot to balls and back. Coaxing both to give up what he had in wait for her. Letting each shot linger for just a second before she swallowed it so smoothly.

To his astounding credit, Damien got the car moving about the time the light should have turned green again. Amelia grinned, releasing his knot and letting his finish die down. Just stroking his thigh and stomach as she purred around his cock. Letting him give his all before she pulled back. "There we go," she announced, "that was fun wasn't it?"

Damien huff-laughed at her, "You are evil, you know that? Old Mrs Jensen was behind me up till the end there."

Amelia tucked him away, which took a second because of canine anatomy. "I'm sure she didn't see anything. Really shouldn't be out driving, but at least it's the day time." The bobcat spared a quick glance around before sitting up. Wouldn't do to have anyone spot her coming up from that position. She'd never hear the end of it if she was caught. Still though, she sat back with a smug look and wiped the corner of her mouth. "Feeling better, more focused?"

He cast a sidelong look, "Focused on dat ass!"

She made a face at him and mock-growled at him. He returned it with a growl of his own and snapped his jaws, putting on his best mean face.

His family's estate was exactly as it should be. His father made sure that the Sheriff had people patrol it once in a while. Even if he wasn't there all the time, dude had some serious security. Cameras, remote gates, the works. As Damien pulled up, he pulled out his phone, "Gotta make a call just to let him know." His phone buzzed as he got up to the gate. Rolling his window down at the same time to key a code into the panel by the gate. After a few seconds, "Voicemail, of course..." He rolled his eyes and waited as the gate swung open. Then after the beep, "Hey Dad, made it back to Mill Creek," the name of the estate, "Gonna click off the security so don't panic. I'll get it back on before I leave. Just wanna chill a couple days and enjoy the woods. Later."

Amelia perked an ear, "All of the security?"

A nod, "Yeah. He's got some cameras on a second system. Thinks I don't know about them, but he won't be too shocked if they're turned off too. Probably have someone come up after I leave to double check everything. If he doesn't send someone up by tomorrow." His eyes dropped to his phone as he steered up the long, sweeping driveway. Working his way through apps and menus to turn off the systems.

Amelia perked an ear, "I dunno, he does trust you a bit more. Least from what I've heard you say."

Damien shrugged as he pulled around to the massive garage. One of the many doors rattled up smoothly to let him in. There were still several cars there, as well as various things most people would expect in a garage. Damien didn't say anything about it as he turned his car off and closed the door. Waiting until it was all the way down before he got out, "Gimme one sec. Don't want Dad calling the Sheriff asking why one of the deputies is in the house with me."

"Trying to save my reputation, I'm touched," she teased. Damien pulled a face and wandered into the house proper. Leaving Amelia to wait in the car for a few minutes before he returned, "Alright," he waved at her, "Got all the inside cameras off."

She arched her brow at him. The wild dog/maned wolf shrugged, "Figure if he sees I'm not bringing in a party bus or people aren't arriving in droves, he'll panic less."

"Clever." She followed him into the house proper. The garage connected right into a kitchen that looked like it should be in some restaurant, not a house. She whistled, "You know, I've never been in here before."

"You haven't?" One ear perked and the other lay flat, "You've brought me home plenty."

"Nope, that was always the," she took on a more dramatic tone, "Entryway."

Damien's ears twitched and swiveled as he thought about that a second, "Huh, guess so. Well, this is the main kitchen. There's another upstairs, used that one more for the staff and myself. Down here was more like, event shit." That made sense. Bring in caterers and let them use a large, professional kitchen. "Come on, I'll give you the ten cent tour."

Amelia followed him through several rooms. Damien pointing out each as they walked through or past. A dining room, living room, the grand entry with twin, curved staircases. He pointed down a hall and named off several other rooms. Including bathrooms, guest rooms, private theater, game rooms, and more. All while steadily working his way upstairs. "Bedrooms, bedrooms, study, bedroom," Damien waved his hands at doors they passed.

"A lot of bedrooms, huh?"

He shrugged, "Apparently parties and events used to go for days. Rich people showing off with day after day of drink, food, music, blah blah. My room's down here."

She bumped her shoulder into his, "Not taking me down to Daddy's room? Don't wanna defile me on his bed or something like that?"

Damien returned the bump with one of his own. "I would, but last I saw, he didn't even have a mattress here. Old one got bedbugs from his trips. He had it taken out and hadn't replaced it I guess." Then quickly, "Rest of the house got treated. They brought in these big fucking heaters and baked the bugs. Fwoosh! Anywhere, here we are."

Amelia didn't really know what to expect from Damien's room. He'd been all but banished to this manor most of his life. Raised by nannies and staff, with Daddy dearest only taking notice when he had to. Least that's what it felt like from the outside looking in. Damien's mother wasn't in the picture. No one really knew who she was, or where she was. Just that there was some sort of 'legal thing' and then Baby Damien was around.

Damien pushed open the door and clicked a light on with practiced ease. It was more a suite than a bedroom. The doors opened into a living area. Couches and chairs arranged around a TV almost the size of an entire wall. Gaming rig still sat nearby. She spotted a fridge and microwave by a small kitchenette. Beyond one set of double doors, a bedroom with an actual four-poster bed. Another door lead to a bathroom. Which is where Damien was making his beeline.

"Jeez," she breathed out as she followed him. Damien's ear perked, but he didn't say anything. "Your quote-unquote bedroom is larger than my entire cabin."

That made him stop, "No it isn't." But he did look and she could just imagine him trying to visualize it all. "I don't think…"

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, "I'm teasing, you dork." One hand dipped own to grope him playfully.

Now that got his mind back on track. "Guessed as much," he huffed. "Anyway, bathroom."

To her surprise, the bathroom looked like about any other bathroom in the world. A sink and vanity that was immaculately clean. Fresh supply of toiletries in a small cabinet. Toilet that looked, well like a toilet. And a shower...

"Holy fucking shit, what is THAT?!"

That was a nearly wall-length glass enclosure. It was straight out of one of those Better Home magazines. Large marble tiles, built in benches, and several shower heads glistening on the walls and ceiling.

Damien was a little too casual with his, "My shower. Told you it was big." He flashed a grin and began to strip off his clothing. She took a moment to look at him. He'd always been tall, but he'd been a bean pole. Now there was a bit more muscle to him. Not ripped or jacked, but certainly active. He looked good, but in a purposefully scruffy kind of way. Not a full shaggy mutt, or even the punk he liked to he years ago. Good, decidedly so.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, "Drug me all the way here just so you can get me in the shower?" The bobcat disrobed quick enough those. Kicking off worn sneakers and shedding her jeans. Making sure to face away from Damien as she did so. Revealing that she had, in fact, gone commando. Pussy on full display as she wiggled her tail and glanced in the mirror. Seeing him all but drooling at the sight before him. She flashed a toothy grin and stood up to remove her shirt.

Only to find his hands joining hers. Fingers sliding over hers as he stepped in close. Body so warm, soft, and his scent. She didn't know what conditioner he used, or even what all was in it. Not without burying her nose into his fur. Something about it was just delicious. So she allowed his hands to linger on her body. Tracing her physique, cupping her breasts as her shirt came off. No bra of course. If she wasn't gonna put on panties, no way in hell was she caving the girls. Which meant Damien had full access as his hands swept over her beasts. Gentle touches pinching and rolling hat right. Making her moan oh so quietly before letting out an open mouth gasp like she knew he enjoyed.

That was enough to make him growl into her ear. Pushing his body against her backside with a little huff. She could feel his arousal nudging against her. The swollen sheath and peeking tip a sure sign he was getting worked up. Not that she was going to complain too much about the precum that was matting her fur.

Not too much at least.

Instead, she stepped away with a smile. "So, how's this work?" She could just about feel the disappointment radiating off Damien, but he followed her to the shower.

"Just gotta set it here." He reached past her and trapped a screen she'd missed. It sprang to life and he twisted one dial to set the temperature, the other seemed to change the scene. Whatever that was. "Then we just wait for it to cycle the water and three, two..." He pointed at the shower itself as sprayers mounted in the walls and ceiling fired up. "Rainfall, one of my favorites."

"Well then, why wait around? We both know you want some wet pussy." Damien made a face at her, but quickly followed her into the shower.

She didn't know if she'd ever be able to go back to her old shower again. First off, the water was just the right temp and came in at just the right angles. Then there was being able to walk around. She'd been in stalls and communal showers before, but this was something else. To top things off, there was the company.

Damien's hands found her back as she turned. Nails scrubbing into her fur just so. Working up and down her back, pressing into her shoulder blades, then down. She huffed and let him work her back. Lather up, scrub, and rinse odd. Then followed his lead to do the same to him. Combing fingers through his long mane and luxurious fur.

Then came their fronts.

Damien focused on hers far more. Leaning down to kiss and bite at her neck while his soapy hands ran over her body. She arched, allowing him access and breathing out low purrs. Relishing in the feel of the warm water raining down on them. She even allowed Damien to guide her backwards. Sinking onto the tile of the built in seat. A breathy sigh slipped from the bobcat as she watched him drop to his knees before her.

Though it was a little hard not to laugh at just how drown he looked. Hair and fur matted down.

Not that she would linger on those thoughts for long. Not as his hands swept under her thighs and lifted them. His muzzle greedily diving in between her thighs with a huff. Nose twitching ever so slightly as he breathed in her scent. Planting more of those nibbling kisses over her thighs. Up and around her labia. Drawing another moan from her as his hands swept up. Gladly letting her legs come to rest around his shoulders. Then, "Ahhh," she breathed out as his tongue bathed her pussy lips.

Planting her shoulders on the tile, she let the water pour over her as Damien tended to her. Licking slowly, taking his time to play with her. Toying with her outer folds for several seconds before his fingers joined. Spreading her a little so he could take delicate little licks inside. She arched, breathed out a lusty growl just for him. Fingers slid over his fur as she reached down and brushed his hair with a, "That's a good boy." That sent his tail into a wag that splattered water all over.

Damien had learned how to eat a gal out. She'd taught him well. Those quick little licks that made her insides quiver. How he transitioned from coaxing her clit out to nibbling on it. Never staying in one spot or doing one thing too long. His hands roamed over her body. Cupping her rear, kneading her almost possessively,. Then up to her breasts, cupping both and playing with them. Always changing his angle and force. Clearly as into it as she was. Prompting the bobcat to moan out for him.

She tightened her legs around his head and he dove in eagerly. Suckling, licking, nibbling, anything and everything he could do to please her. She moaned out and arched, gasping and huffing for her partner. Insides quivered around his tongue. Pleasure rising more with each and every thing he lavished upon her. Amelia felt her pleasure rising. That steady building that burned and coiled within her.

Oh she could hold back and make him work for it. Have him tease and eat her out until his jaw was ready to fall off. Maybe she'd do that later. They had all week for her to tease him and make him beg. No, he was giving her a treat so she might as well give him one too. Amelia leaned back and surrendered herself to it.

Fingers wound through his hair as thighs squeezed his cheeks. "Almost," she breathed out. His tongue dove deeper, lapping at her nosily. She gasped and arched, thighs shaking, "Right there!" came the moan that he was waiting for. Thighs tightened around his head and squeezed. The hybrid dog only dug in more furiously. Growling with his own hunger and lists. Teeth nipping at the edges of her folds before nibbling at her clitoris just so. She pushed his head down and yowled out. Rewarding him with her excitement as she peaked.

Bucking and pushing into his muzzle with her own noises of pleasure. Hissing and spitting as the male continued to tease her. Working at just the right pace to make her keep going, and let her come down slowly, steadily.

Not that she'd release his head right away. No, she had him in a leg lock and knew he was sturdy. While back she'd joked and called him IKEA because he was an easy to make chair. He'd blushed, but hadn't argued. Well, he might have, but it had been hard to hear around his little whimpers as she ground into his face.

Amelia released him a moment later, panting. Damien rocked back onto his haunches and peered up at her. His arousal obvious in the peeking tip and hard cock. She flashed a grin at him, "Dry off and into bed. We can try for something more later." He looked disappointed and started to say something, "Should have warmed me up outside of the shower, Junior."

He mock growled, "Fucking pussy," and gave her thigh a playful nip before standing up. "Always giving me a hard time." Even as he complained, he shut the water off and grabbed a brush. Amelia stood up and took it from him, starting to brush and push the water out of his fur. He likely had a standing dryer, but if he did then he'd likely try to start something there. She didn't know how sexy it might be to have a fuck in a dryer, but she didn't want to find out. Especially didn't want some blown out fur winding up places it didn't need to go. So the brush was a good way to tidy up his fur and get most of the water out.

She waved him off, "Go get the bed ready," before taking the brush and working on herself. Damien grumbled and growled, but did as she asked. Heading out into the bedroom proper to... She didn't know. Put sheets on the bed maybe? Did you take the sheets off when putting a house in storage? Did someone just come and change the bedding regularly? She wasn't rich, so had no clue. Instead, she gave him a couple minutes before going to join him.

As expected, Damien was laid out on the bed. Big fucking bed, of course. Covers thrown back with him stretched out. As she came out of the bathroom, his hand shot up from his cock and tucked behind his head. He looked at her, silhouetted in the doorway, and whistled. "Shut up," she laughed at him before sauntering over to the bed. "I hope you're ready for this."

"I've been ready," he licked his lips as she moved onto the bed. He was clearly expecting her to slide on top of him. Maybe pin his cock between his body and her vulva. Grind to tease him for a while. Maybe make him whine and beg to let him fuck her. Tease this out for a couple more hours or something. All things she'd done before and would likely do again.

What he wasn't ready for was for her to simply lift his cock up and sit right down on it. Yowling her pleasure as his length spread her open. Damien's head shot up hard enough that it banged off his headboard. "I'm okay!" he winced, "just wasn't expecting it."

Amelia laughed and let her hands rest on his chest, "You should know better than to not expect me to do the opposite of what you expect." She stuck her tongue out then lifted, starting to ride him hard and fast. Damien groaned under her, hands jumping between the bed and reaching for her hips. They came close, but stopped, hovering so near her body. Only coming down on her form when she reached down to guide his hands there. She'd trained him well. Always looking for some permission, unspoken or otherwise, before going too far.

She arched her back as his hands swept over her hips. She planted her feet on the bed and leaned back, letting him have a full view of her body. He immediately brought his legs up to give her something to lean against. She flashed a smile and purred, bouncing her hips on his. Fast, shallow rides. Grinding her hips back and forth as she bounced. Damien groaned at her and arched, pushing into her some. Hands dancing over her hips and sides. "Oh fuck," he breathed, "been waiting for this…"

Oh she knew he'd been waiting. She could already feel his knot, half swollen and rubbing against her. The bobcat smirked and picked up the pace a little. Grinding and pushing against him. Then firmly sitting down right on it. Feeling the slight pop as her body stretched around his half-grown bulge.

That little push made Damien's eyes snap open. "W-wait!"

It was too late. She knew he could hold off for a bit, so long as she didn't play with his knot. Getting it stuffed right into ether almost immediately? Well, there was only one thing his body could, and would do, biologically speaking. His knot began to grow thicker. Stretching her with each grind of her hips. Pushing deeper into her core. Filling her up as blood rushed to his shaft. Amelia didn't slow her roll, instead she just smirked down at him. Hissing through clenched teeth as he struggled to clamp himself down.

It was inevitable.

"Ahhh HhhHhaaaww." Damien twitched inside her. Balls bounced off her rear as he began to cum way too soon. Mere moments after they'd started.

She hissed and growled playfully, "Already? Thought you had more stamina."

Damien growled, "Very funny. Noaaargh!"

Whatever he was going to say, she cut off. Amelia dove forward and hooked her thumb into his muzzle. Damien looked at her with shock and confusion, but didn't have to wait long for his answer. Holding his mouth open, Amelia leaned toward and began to slam her hips down and back into his. With his knot nice and swollen, she could only move so far. Not even an inch, but that was all the space she needed.

Her ass clapped off his body with each motion. Which meant that his jumping balls moved up to meet her with each bounce. She moaned and arched over him, leaning over the taller male. Panting, heaving, groaning, putting on the full show for him. Which only made his eyes roll back in his head. Damien all but drooling on her fingers and himself.

This was something she'd been wanting to try for a while. Finding someone to practice it on had been difficult though. Trying to figure out just how far she could move without hurting either of them? Just glad that she'd found that friendly wolf.

Now she got to watch Damien's expression as she kept working him. Still feeling his cock twitch inside her steadily. Pumping his seed into her even as she kept riding him. He groaned under her and around her fingers. Tongue rolling on her thumb as he panted. Body shuddering, heaving under her. Barely aware as her breathing picked up pace. Leaning forward, she let Damien hear her moan. Let him feel how she clenched around him.

Panting louder, harder, hissing down ta him. Her free hand dipped down. Fingers drumming against her clit. Pressing her pearl against his still throbbing knot. Not letting up, not letting him relax. Reveling in every moment of it with a trill. All before she slammed back down once more and hissed like a kettle. Shuddering over top of him as she peaked. Huffing, panting, heaving over him. Making sure to ride him for that moment more as it shuddered through her.

Slowly, she let her hand slide from his maw. "Well," she purred down at him, "That was good wasn't it?"

"Awhh... fu-fuck... hrrrf you. Cunt." Amelia chuckled as she stretched out on top of him. Damien slipped his arms around her slowly as he breathed, "Wouldn't have it any other way though."

Her fingers ran though his fur slowly as she hummed. "Is that why you haven't been dating? No hooking up with college girls? You are rich, smart, and handsome."

Damien stared up ta the ceiling and blinked slowly. "Yeah, but... I mean, they're not you."

Now that made her still and look at him some. He kept staring at the ceiling, thinking, not replying. She gave his chin a kiss, "Smitten punk."

"Deputy bitch.”

Amelia yawned widely, "We are going to talk about this. Later. After another post-nut clarity or two from you."

A chuckle, “Oh, got more for me?”

She flashed a toothy grin, “Yeah, I could start riding you right now, right away. You forget, I can go for a while! Muhahahaha.”