Cabin Get-Away

Oro sank into the steaming water with a soft sigh, wishing — just a little — that he could still feel heat. A hot bath would have been nice. But the demon fused with his skin dulled nearly everything, to the point this might as well be a lukewarm rinse back home.

“Whee!” Kitt cheered, skipping naked across the deck before leaping into the tub with a reckless splash. “Ooo,” she cooed, sinking until the water lapped at her chin, eyes half-lidded in bliss. “Broro, this world is so luxurious! You can even make your own hot-springs wherever you please ...”

Sarahi giggled and slipped in after the little Dog, easing her long, leonine body into the tub with practiced care. The water rose sharply, almost to the brim, forcing the overflow drains to gurgle into action before Kitt found herself dog-paddling in the corner.

“Sort of,” Sarahi replied. “These things are pricy to build, and even pricier to maintain. That’s why we don’t have one at the house.”

She exhaled deeply and sank lower, letting the water rise over her breasts. Her cheeks were already flushed just from the brisk trot from the back door. “They are a nice treat, though.”

Situated on the back deck, with no buildings between them and the river, she figured she’d be safe from prying eyes. But the thought still tickled at her nerves, just enough to make her feel exposed.

It took Sarahi a few moments to find a position that didn’t crowd the others or leave her awkwardly contorted. The tub wasn’t really designed for more than two, and she nearly counted for that much by herself.

Eventually, she leaned her upper back against the curved wall, settling like anyone in a hot tub might, while her lower half sprawled across the bottom, tail curling to one side, legs stretched out beneath the others.

Oro shifted to accommodate her, pulling his feet up and resting them across Kitt’s lap to leave room for Sarahi’s rump. Kitt, in turn, draped her legs over Sarahi’s broad belly and began idly rubbing with her toes.

Sarahi did her best to look relaxed — contented, even — but the color spreading down her neck betrayed her. Fully nude and half-submerged, her sheath and sac floated in full display beneath Oro’s tail ... and had already begun to stir.

Naturally, Kitt noticed. And just as naturally, she barely even tried to be discreet. One foot wandered forward, toes spreading around Sarahi’s sheath with deliberate slowness — teasing, coaxing, all while shooting the Sha’khari a smug little grin.

Sarahi rolled her eyes, lips twitching into an amused smirk.

“You just cannot help yourself, can you?” she muttered, resisting the urge to buck into that teasing touch. “Were you always this horny, or is this just what I get for letting you sleep next to us for once?”

Kitt giggled, abandoning any pretense of subtlety. She dragged a single toe from the base of Sarahi’s sheath up to the tip of the length slowly emerging.

“Well, I might have been a little less shameless ... back when someone else was paying attention to me,” she mused, patting Oro’s knee and casting a not-so-subtle glance between his thighs.

The Rabbit was flaccid — about as aroused as if he were in another classroom lecture — and his posture matched: cheek in his palm, elbow propped on the tub’s edge, eyes closed like he was half-asleep.

“I was kinda hopeful last night, you know,” Kitt added more softly. “It’s the first time I’ve been allowed in your bed since I got here. But you two were so wiped out, you passed out before I even got a cuddle in.”

Sarahi’s brow creased at that, her smile dimming as she reached over to gently rub the top of Kitt’s head. “You really miss him, huh?” she asked softly. “Your brother, I mean. He must’ve been a pretty great ride…”

Kitt let out a wistful sigh and let her fingers trail playfully up Oro’s thigh. “Oh, you have no idea.”

When the Rabbit still didn’t stir, her tone sobered. “You promised, you know. When I broke the curse on Tuli. But you haven’t touched me even once since then.”

Oro’s scowl deepened, subtle but unmistakable. He was clearly awake ... and carefully choosing his words.

“Nothing personal,” he said gruffly. “And I’ve no grounds to refuse you, if you want to put a point on it. But you’re in the same boat as Tuli and the twins. I’ll do it — to keep my word and my wife happy — but I don’t want to.”

He did open his eyes then, to meet Sarahi’s. “I only ever want...”

That look said the rest. And it was enough. Everyone in their family knew exactly who really held his heart.

Sarahi sighed, her expression softening with a mix of flattery and sympathy for the smaller woman. “You really want a good, hard fuck, like you remember your brother used to give you, huh?”

Kitt’s gaze shifted, more calculating now. She inhaled deeply through her nose, eyes locked on Sarahi. Then, slowly, that familiar, smug grin crept back in.

“...No,” she said, her toes brushing teasingly along Sarahi’s length once more. “I want Broro. But a ‘good, hard fuck’ could help tide me over until the mood finally hits him.”

Sarahi rolled her eyes, casting one more glance at Oro — who still looked like he was dozing, even though she knew better. With a light nudge of her back paw, she caught his attention and gave a subtle nod toward Kitt, prompting him to swap places with her.

“Alright, then leave it to me,” she sighed. “At some point it looks like I’ve taken over responsibility for all the fucks my husband ought to be giving. I’ll take care of you, just like I did for Kylan. You’ll have to be satisfied with that.”

Kitt giggled, her grin sharpening as she began to squirm out from beneath Oro’s legs. “Not likely,” she said in a teasing tone, “but I’ll take it for now.”

“Fucking right you will,” Oro muttered, shifting aside to give Kitt room to move opposite Sarahi. As the Sha’khari began rolling over to get her paws under herself, Oro added in a low, firm voice, “And you’ll thank her for it, or you won’t get even that much.”

Kitt, already on her hands and knees at the tub’s edge, tipped her head back with a soft gasp like he’d just entered her with a mere word. Her eyes locked on Sarahi’s as the taller woman stepped forward, towering above her.

“Sarahi,” she whispered, voice trembling with anticipation, “Thank you so much for fucking me. Please … make it rough and hard, just like he used to.”

Sarahi reached down to scratch Kitt’s chin with gentle affection. “I’ll be firm, if that’s really what you want. If I go full-bore, I might actually hurt you.”

She stepped forward, letting the weight of her bestial chest press Kitt’s head gently down onto the edge of the tub. “Now, chin down,” she murmured with a playful grin. “And tail up.”

Kitt giggled and dropped into position without hesitation, her rump raised high and wagging in full view. Peeking back around Sarahi’s front paws, she flashed Oro a grin. “Should I tell her how we used to do it?” she teased, voice low. “Does it make you jealous, seeing your woman take me the way you used to?”

A sneer curled across Oro’s lips. Before she could fully mount Kitt, he slipped an arm beneath Sarahi’s belly, just ahead of her hind legs, and lifted.

“Alright,” he said in a sharp voice. “Just for that: change of plans.”

With one merciless motion, he hoisted Sarahi’s hips and yanked Kitt out from under her by the tail. The little Hound squeaked but looked delighted, eyes gleaming as he plunked her down beside his hip.

Sarahi, still suspended mid-air, blinked in alarm. “Honey, what are you—?!”

She barely caught herself, bracing on the tub’s edge as Oro slid his other arm around her and flipped her bestial half onto its back with calm, unyielding strength.

Oro gave Sarahi a moment to adjust, letting her settle onto her back more comfortably before he turned to Kitt. With one hand, he hauled the little Hound around and dropped her neatly between Sarahi’s spread hind legs, right over the pink swell beginning to emerge from her sheath.

“You’ll be the one doing the fucking now,” he said, voice firm. “And you’ll keep going until she’s satisfied. And she won’t complain about you being as rough on yourself as you want.”

Then he bent low, nose level with hers, his voice dipping to something darker. “But if you hurt her, there will be no more fucks given. Are we clear?”

Kitt whimpered softly, eyes wide with a heat that bordered on reverence. “A-absolutely,” she whispered, smiling up at him like the warning alone had undone her.

“Honey-bunny,” Sarahi sighed, rubbing her face with one hand. “You’re going too far again.”

Her front paws moved down to support Kitt as the smaller Dog adjusted, easing from side to side, positioning herself over the growing length rising to meet her. Her movements were slow and exploratory, the tip of Sarahi’s arousal brushing against slick folds as Kitt got her centered and began to sink.

Oro snorted and leaned back along the edge of the tub, stretching out like a man settling in to watch a long game. “Not according to her,” he muttered.

Kitt nodded in agreement, glancing up at Sarahi with a grin that danced somewhere between playful and sincere. “I do kind of wish he’d give a demonstration,” she sighed, the thought clearly warming her. “But aside from the forced abstinence, every threat he’s made so far just sounds like the beginning of a decadent night to me.”

Sarahi arched a brow, doing her best to stay focused despite the delicious tightness squeezing around her length. One paw slid along Kitt’s side in quiet encouragement. “Kitt, that’s really not —”

“What is this?!” the little Dog gasped, grinding her hips in a slow circle. She tested the swollen bulge pressing against her, as if measuring whether her lips could stretch wide enough to take it.

Sarahi’s next gasp came softer — and far more pleasured. “Eheh... that’s, uh... my knot,” she said, her voice a little breathless.

Kitt twisted to look over her shoulder, eyes wide with delight at this revelation. “You have a knot?! Is that a common thing here?” Her tail wagged in quick, excited flicks. “Broro doesn’t have one...”

Oro snorted from the side like he’d just been slighted, which only made Sarahi’s grin grow hotter.

“Common enough,” she said. “About twenty percent of males have one. Maybe closer to eighty for Kinships like Canines.”

She tilted her head curiously. “Not something you have back in your world?”

Kitt shook her head, ears flicking as she stared down at the thick bulb nestled against her entrance. Her eyes sparkled with delight. “No one in our world has that, so far as I know. Not even the Houndain.”

She leaned forward just slightly, hips rolling in a tight circle as she ground herself around the knot. “Is it sensitive?” she asked, grinning like she already had a good idea of the answer.

The look on Sarahi’s face said everything: yes, and very. “Extremely,” she managed. “But don’t feel like you have to take it. It can be a bit of an adven—”

Her breath hitched sharply.

Kitt had hooked her heels beneath Sarahi’s sides and pulled herself down — hard. The knot popped in with a slick, sudden stretch that made them both gasp.

“I ... love ... adventure,” Kitt panted, tongue lolling as she began to bounce gently, testing the seal between them with gleeful determination.

Sarahi’s front paws shot down to grip Kitt’s thighs, halting her before she could overdo it.

“Ack! Easy, easy — easy,” she gasped, a grin tugging at her lips despite the warning. “Once it’s in … the backside gets really sensitive.”

Kitt’s grin turned devious. That was the wrong kind of confession to make to someone like her—but she gave a nod, and exercised a little restraint.

Instead, she clenched down and began to grind slowly in a circle, hips rolling like she was stirring the water with Sarahi’s shaft. The wave of sensation made the Sha’khari moan under her breath, tingles running up both her spines.

Her eyes flicked toward Oro, lounging nearby with an expression that hovered between bored and vaguely annoyed.

“This is entirely your own fault,” she reminded him in a husky voice. “No getting pissy about it now.”

That little remark pulled him firmly over to the “annoyed” side, but the Rabbit just shook his head. “Nah,” he muttered, “I’m kicking myself for different reasons.”

He reached out and gently took Sarahi’s hands, pulling them away from where she’d reflexively laid them over her breasts. Then, replacing her hands with his own, he slid a leg across her upper belly—just ahead of her forelegs—and straddled her with slow, deliberate weight.

“You do pick up a lot of slack for me” he murmured, eyes searching hers. “I don’t like making you do that. But ... thank you. For stepping up.”

Sarahi placed her hands lightly over his, her voice already softening as she rubbed her nose against his. “I don’t mind a—!”

He kissed her.

Firm. Unhesitating. Unapologetic.

Her words dissolved into a quiet gasp as her eyes flew open — then fluttered shut, bliss blooming across her features. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever gotten to kiss him during sex ...

“Oooh — gods above and below…”

Kitt’s moan broke on a breathless laugh as she bit her lip, struggling to contain herself. Sarahi’s heat pulsed through her, filling her until the water around them trembled. The Sha’khari’s paws rose up to steady her, and Kitt leaned against them gratefully, bracing her palms against Oro’s back, just barely within her reach.

She drew in a deep breath through her broad nose — and wished she hadn’t.

It should go without saying, she supposed. They were married, after all, even if it was both informal and secondary to his marriage to Nayeli. But the air between them was so thick with it that it burned the little Dog’s nose: love, heavy and undeniable, saturating the steam. It clung to Sarahi like perfume, and Oro matched her note for note — rich, warm, and absolute.

Kitt’s smile held, but her eyes faltered. She couldn’t remember the last time that scent — that pure, untainted devotion — had ever come from him. Even for her.

Sarahi winced, a soft squeal escaping against Oro’s lips as Kitt shifted forward, trying to draw closer, to wrap herself around the Rabbit like she belonged there. Sarahi gently pressed her back with both paws, her breath catching.

“Ack — wait, not yet!” she gasped, breaking the kiss. “Let me calm down first. If you just yank free, it’s seriously going to hurt.”

Oro sat back with a grunt and turned himself around to straddle Sarahi’s belly, facing Kitt. His expression was worryingly flat.

“Warned you, didn’t I?” he said, voice low. For just a second, Kitt’s ears drooped.

Then he shifted forward, his shaft — suddenly hard — pressing against her overstretched entrance as if to taunt her with how much that kiss had stirred him. His hand slid beneath the water, fingers finding her.

“Sorry for being a fucking heartless bastard,” the Rabbit muttered. “But based on what you’ve told us about your brother ... sounds like you should be used to it.”

Kitt whimpered happily as Oro’s fingers found her pearl, already pushed into prominence with Sarahi’s knot straining behind it. Her tail flicked in eager pulses against the Sha’khari’s sac, helplessly wagging as she pressed her nose to Oro’s chest.

“I am — I am,” she panted, drinking in his scent like she was searching for something lost inside it. His fingers worked with an oddly calm precision, coaxing pleasure from her like a pianist coaxes music from the keys.

Sarahi leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on Oro’s back supportively. Her cheeks flushed as she felt Kitt’s walls clamp down and then flutter around her—tight, rhythmic, unmistakable. The Hound’s climax came in gentle waves, her whimpers muffled against Oro’s chest, her whole body trembling quietly.

Oro waited until her breathing slowed to ease his fingers lower, tracing the lips still drawn tight around the base of Sarahi’s knot. He moved carefully, fingertips slipping just beneath the edge until, with a slick pull, both women gasped as he freed her.

“Now move,” Oro murmured, his voice soft as he nudged Kitt gently to the side. “You’ve got me all hard for my wife.”

Sarahi’s ears twitched at the warmth in his tone, a flutter rippling down her spines. She extended a hand toward Kitt, inviting her higher up even as Oro began shifting into position between her hind legs.

Kitt slid around without protest, curling beside Sarahi’s upper body like a pup seeking warmth. The two women briefly shared a soft kiss before Sarahi gently rolled Kitt onto her back, atop the Sha’khari.

Kitt sprawled easily across her, legs loosely draped to either side of the broad, leonine chest. As she glanced down toward the motion between their tails, she could almost pretend that Oro’s steady thrusts into Sarahi were meant for her.

Sarahi groaned as Oro pressed deep behind her sac, her fingers trailing gently over Kitt’s chest, teasing the small nipples with absent affection. Both women lay still, watching the man they loved move with steady rhythm between the Sha’khari’s legs.

Oro looked up, eyes meeting Sarahi’s, checking her comfort as his thrusts gained urgency. She answered with a sultry lick of her lips and opened her mouth to flash him a show of her throat. Beside her, Kitt mirrored the gesture, her gaze just as inviting, though a touch more hopeful than teasing.

The water sloshed softly as Oro thrust one last time, then held, groaning low as he spilled inside Sarahi, his warmth mixing with the already-steaming bath. Her heels hooked against him instinctively, holding him close, while her hands wandered idly down Kitt’s belly in contented strokes.

“Mmm... maybe we should get one of these for the house,” Sarahi murmured, head tipped back in the afterglow.

Kitt giggled faintly and nodded, but her eyes never left Oro, watching the little spasms of pleasure play out across his body until he was spent. But, even as she smiled, the sharp tang of love between them still burned her nose — and her heart — just a little.