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“So why are we out here again?” Damien breathed out a sigh. The tall, maned wolf, wild dog hybrid looked out of place this deep into the woods. His nose wrinkled a bit as he looked over the cabin they’d pulled up to. “If you wanted a cabin in the woods, we could have stayed at your place.”

Amelia was already out of the car and heading for the rear, “You’re the one that said you wanted to spend this long weekend somewhere not my house, and not your dad’s place. Since you didn’t send me money to book a vacation,” the bobcat rounded the car and intercepted Damien as he walked to the rear, “like I asked.” Each word was met with a nose poke, “I had to go with something on my budget.” Which meant damn near free. Though she was lucky that she had connections and knew people that didn’t mind her using their cabin for a weekend. So long as she didn’t make a mess.

Damien’s ears twitched back and he rubbed his nose, “Sorry, everything’s just been…” he trailed off then waved his hand, ”Bwoosh. Been running on fumes for weeks it feels like. Almost forgot what day it was a few times.”

“Yeah, you passed the fuck out before we’d gone five miles. Was tempted to play with your tongue.” She rolled her head back and mimicked him. Jaw slack and mouth open, snoring and drooling on herself a little.

“Yeah yeah,” he waved a hand at her and stretched, wincing as his back popped in a few places. Damien's ears twitched back, "I'm not trying to sound ungrateful. Just," his ears twitched as he rolled his hand. Amelia let him think. Just cocking her hip to the side ever so slightly and staring up at him. "Just well, it's always the woody... Forest..." he waved his hands out towards the expanse around them, "green."

She delivered another tap to his nose, making him draw back with a soft snort. "Of course it is." The bobcat let out a little sigh, "Shit's busy all over. You gave me less than a week of notice that yes, you would be having this long weekend. In that time I had to: find a place that was within a couple hours drive, not rented out already, arrange food, and bargain for an off day. We can worry about less green when there's more of a heads up."

Damien rubbed his nose slowly, "Alright, sorry." He rubbed his nose slowly and looked around the area before leaning back against the truck. "Just used to, you know." An ear twitched as he breathed out a sigh, "Get told to pack for a weekend, and then get shuffled onto a plane. Sometimes wouldn't even know what the trip was going to be until I was landing." He adopted a look of mock surprise, "Oh hey, there' s mountains and snow. Alright. Whoops, there's a beach, I probably won't need this ski jacket." He looked at the cabin properly now, "So what do we have here?"

Amelia reached into the back of the truck and fished out her backpack and a box of supplies. "According to the brochure? Two bed, one bath cabin. Common room, kitchen. There's boat access, but no boats unless we brought or rent one. There should be a TV, power, no cable or internet, make sure to turn on the propane so we've got hot water and can cook."

There was something cute about Damien's lost little, "Riiiight. So how do I turn on the propane?"

"You," she shoved a box into his chest, "start taking shit inside. Keys," the bobcat dropped the keys on top of the box, "I'll handle the propane." She started to walk around the cabin, "And put it away, don't just leave things sitting on the counter again!"

Damien muttered something, but she was already rounding the cabin. It had been a while since she rented one, but she wanted to get a good walk around. Make sure there weren't any broken windows or something like that. Better to do a walk around and take pictures, than them try to charge her later. Though she would admit that Damien was right. A beach vacation would have been really nice. She could maybe have swung that and gotten him to pay her back later. Though she wasn't sure how he'd deal with economy tickets or a lot of connecting flights. Not to mention she couldn't really afford things. Not since she'd just had to get her own propane tank re-certified. That's always a ball ache and a half.

Inside the cabin, Damien was grumbling quietly to himself. He had been hoping to get away from the woods for a bit. Lifetime of living in a podunk logging town made him tired of it. Sure, there were the trips abroad. Fishing trips, skiing trips, Yada Yada. Though were always with his father or friends. Not that the friends stuck around much when he started to go straight. Just Peanut, but she was off doing her own thing now. He'd heard that college tended to make friend groups fall apart. Sure, he'd met a couple new folks there, but they were off doing their own thing this weekend. Plus, it was really great to get to hang with Amelia. Now that they were...

He stopped to think a moment. Ears twitching as if powered by his thoughts, trying to tune into what he was thinking of. Were they equals now? She was still older than him by like, damn near ten years. He hadn't really been keeping track, never asked how old she was. The one time he had tried, she had warned him off on how rude it was. Though that could always just be her. It still felt like there was a bit of an imbalance in between them. Not that he largely minded. Something about the way she took charge made him shiver.

Still though, he could and would complain about things. A beach weekend would have been baller as hell. Especially if he got to see Amelia in a bikini or something. Did she have swimwear like that? He could always get her something. Had enough stashed away in his petty cash to treat her now and then.

Now that made him stop and look up. Why did thinking about treating Amelia make him feel kind of... Giddy? Not in a ‘hehe, I hope she touches my wiener' way, but in a I hope she'd like it sort of thing. Really, it was his fault for them not being at the beach right now. Between all the testing, the studying, and doing the odd bit of tutoring to help his buds, he was about wiped out. Still though, she could have reminded him about this. He would've given her a card or something. Pretty sure she wouldn't have charged up a fortune.

Damien sighed and opened a cabinet to put away some of the food. Immediately his ears went up as he spied a baggy kind of crammed into the back corner. "Huh," he breathed and pulled it out. Inside was a couple folded paper pouches adorned with a simple L in sharpie. Now, he'd been enough of a delinquent and been to enough college parties to know a bit of Lust Dust when he saw it. He hadn't touched the stuff in years, but he did recognize it. It wasn't a hard drug per say, it more... Enhanced ones mood. Encouraged you to be friskier than you might be otherwise. Bit like getting drunk, but the sex was great.

"Uuuggh!" Amelia bellowed as she booted the door in. Damien jumped, shoving the bag back with a box of crackers, "Fucking valve was stuck. Got it opened though."

Damien kept putting the food away, "Need any help?"

"Nope, I just neeeeed," she drew the last word out as she scanned the boxes stacked on the table, "this." The bobcat snapped up a long lighter. "And now we just purge," she went to the stove and turned it on. Waiting as it sputtered and hissed before lighting. "There. Be a good boy and check the other eyes. I'm gonna get the water heater going so I can grab a shower. Make sure there isn't anything else gas powered." She snapped the lighter towards him and set off. "Might grab a nap then."

He perked his ears, "Nap? We just got here."

Amelia called from the utility closet, "Yeah, but I've been driving, and I worked last night. So unless you want me to fall asleep on you, I'm gonna need a nap." Amelia stretched with a yawn and began to shed her clothes as she roamed the cabin. Which certainly drew Damien's attention "Got all weekend to be lazy and whatever. Plus, not a soul for a couple miles."

Damien's ears twitched, "Could have stayed at your cabin, yanno."

"Yeah, but then I'd have to clean up. Here, we have someone else clean up for a small fee." She kicked her panties back towards him, "I am gonna do a lukewarm shower and sleep. Get some snooze on yourself. Maybe we could sneak to the lake for a swim later."

That made his ear perk, “You brought a swim suit?” Oh he’d been wanting to see her in something like that. The mere mental image of her wading around in something that clung to her body was enough to get a rise from him. The hybrid male flashed a hidden smile as he let that image flash though his mind. Just thinking about pulling it aside so he could play with her. Stretch it out as he let his hands roam over her body until they worked up into a frenzy.

“Nah,” she called over her shoulder, “figured we’d just go skinny dipping.”

Like that, the bubble burst. “Yeah, that makes sense.” He was sure that he kept the disappointment out of his voice. Really, he couldn’t have expected much else from Amelia. She was rather straightforward with most things. Skinny dipping did suit her. Not to mention that she might find some way to use it to tease him. Though a guy could dream, couldn’t he?

Who was he kidding? Even the skinny dipping would probably turn into another one of her teasing things. He tilted his head ever so slightly as the sound of the shower reached him. Eyes darted from the door to the boxes he still had to unpack. Was she going to test him? Was this one of her games to see if he could finish a task before she rewarded him? Why was he still so fucking tired? Fuuuck, Damien knew that he was grumpy and grouchy and probably needed another nap. The car drive had been a blur of him fading in and out, but couldn’t really sleep well in the passenger seat of a car. Maybe he really did need this weekend and a nap more than he needed.

He knocked a box as he put it away, revealing that little baggie again. It took Damien a full second of staring before a new thought began to form. A slight smile crawled over his lips. That troublemaker side of him started to rear its head again.

But first, yeah. A nap sounded good.

Amelia staggered into the main room, her hair a mess. The bobcat yawned and stretched, bared breasts bouncing as she rolled her shoulders one way then the other. “You know,” she churrled, “I would’ve figured you’d at least come in to bother me in bed.”

Damien was on the couch, long limbs splayed out awkwardly. He woke as Amelia spoke, ears twitching as he held back a yawn. “I’d thought about it, but sat down. Checked the TV to see if we got anything, and,” he waved at the flat screen that was getting static. “You can see something sometimes.”

Amelia chuffed at him, “That’s cause we’re out in the woods. No internet or anything like that. Hell, doubt they’ve even got an antenna hooked up to that.” She made shooing motions at him, “I’ve got a player and some movies. Scoot and I’ll get it set up.”

"So what about dinner?" Damien stretched as Amelia shambled over towards the TV. His eyes darted along her body, really appreciating the view.

She waved a hand dismissively, "I grabbed a couple heat and eat meals in case we were too busy or tired. One of them should be fine." She practically crammed a hand into her mouth as she yawned, "Not how I meant to spend the first day on vacation. Sleeping several hours then feeling like garbage, but here we are." She shot a look over her shoulder, "Sorry for being a bit of a mess. Being an adult sucks." The cat sighed and brushed fingers through the mess of her bed head, but then went back to setting up the player she'd brought along.

Damien waved a hand, "Yeah, can't wait to join the work force. Who knows, maybe I can nepobaby my way up and get a cushy job." He tried to keep his tone playful, but he knew there was a job waiting on him. Hi father, as cold and distant as he could be, would have something for him. Though he did want to actually earn it. Hence going to school and busting his ass studying. Getting up, he shambled into the kitchen and checked the meals. "Mexican or meatloaf?"

"Mexican. I don't know, you of a few years ago would've been find with that." Amelia rocked back on her heels, "Would you today?"

Damien paused as he read the directions on the back of the package. That question was something he'd been asking himself for a while. Well, kind of. He'd been trying to figure out what would make him happy overall. That was something far bigger, and not something he wanted to get into right now. "I dunno. Could be fun to try for a few years, save up some money and whatnot." He wedged the two dinners into the microwave and turned it on. "Be like, five or six minutes." Another stretch and groan from sleeping on the couch. "Bathroom," he announced and shambled towards the door.

Amelia craned her head to watch him shuffle around. "You're too young and spry to start bitching about crashing out on a couch! Might need to get your lanky ass to do some yoga." She cracked a smile as he flipped her the bird.

While he was in the shower, she dug through the bag of movies she'd tossed in there. Some mindless action, drama, comedy, just a random assortment she'd grabbed off her shelves without thinking. Which naturally meant there were a couple spicy movies in there too. Oh the temptation to throw on one of the porn parodies was strong. Get to watch Damien's reaction for some actual acted porn with a budget. Something more than just 'guy fucks girl' or the like. Maybe later though. They had all weekend to fuck around. Plus she was in the mood for something goofy. So she grabbed a comedy and threw it in. Then a leap onto the couch and try to take up as much space as possible.

By the time Damien wandered out of the bathroom, naked now, the microwave chimed. "Food!" Amelia called out at him.

"Yeah yeah," he sighed and shuffled over. Grabbing the TV dinners and peeling the covers off. He cast a quick glance at Amelia and fished one of the packets of Lust Dust out from the silverware. "Drink? You wanting a beer with his high grade..." he checked the box as he sprinkled the powder over the refried beans, "enchilada dinner?" The paper got wadded up with the plastic cover and tossed. The power vanished into the beans with a quick stir.

"I think not. Not yet, too early to get tore up or anything. The soda cold?"

Damien confirmed, "Soda's cold." Before grabbing a couple and shoving them under his arm. Balancing the drinks, two microwave meals, and silverware, he moved to the couch and booted her thigh lightly, "Scoot." Amelia grumbled, but complied. Shifting over so he could sit down and arrange things. She scooped up her food and started digging in. "Hey, watch out! I want to keep all my fingers," he cracked a smile and picked at his own meal. Budget microwave dinners weren't really something in his wheelhouse. Even in his most troublesome times, the worst he'd had was fast food.

She pulled a face, "I wasn't going to eat your fingers. Just stab with the fork." She brandished it playfully before scarfing down a mouthful. "Hmm," she wrinkled her nose.

"What?"

"They must've changed their recipe or something. Tastes a little funky."

He rolled his shoulders, "You're the budget meal connoisseur."

Amelia bumped his shoulders gently, "Cant' tell me that you haven't had the cheap microwave meal in your life. Especially now in college."

Damien shrugged, nerves only fluttering a little. He'd fucked around with this stuff before, so wasn't too nervous about that. The stuff was nearly tasteless, just left a little something behind. Guess the beans weren't as flavored as he'd hoped. "I mean, worst I've gotten is ramen. Except seems I'd been grabbing the good shit, Least that's what the other guys say."

She wrinkled her nose, "If it costs more than a quarter per, it's the good shit. Though I bet you like to add all kinds of little things to it. Egg, those seaweed sheets, some little extras."

"You can do that?"

She snorted a laugh, "Of course you can. That's the whole point. Sure, you can just eat them as they come out, but it's always better to add a bit extra. Hell, they sell entire bags of mix ins for ramen. Just plain?" she pulled a face, "bleh."

Damien chuckled and shook his head, "Better than a couple guys. Watched one of them just eat it dry." Amelia pulled a face. "Seriously. Just broke up the block, sprinkled the flavor stuff over the top, and," he mimed biting into something crunchy. "That got a lot of looks from everyone else in the room though."

Their very late dinner continued with more teasing and taunting between the two. Damien sharing odd stories about the other students. Amelia relating odd things the other cops did here and there. All while the movie droned on in the background. Providing something the could watch in the moments of silence. There was no rush to get the meal down. Though Amelia did clean her tray first and take it to the kitchen before getting another drink. She dropped back to the couch and propped her back against the armrest as she sipped and watched.

It wasn't too long before she started to feel a little something. A warm tingle that pulsed through her. The bobcat's ears twitched, but she didn't say anything. Damien kept an eye on her. Watching from the corner of his eye as he finished and then cleaned up his meal. Moving in, he nudged her with another, "Move it," before trying to slide in behind her. Amelia grumbled and growled as she was want to do before adjusting.

The couch wasn't the best or largest. Meant to seat three or maybe be used as a napping spot. It took a bit of wiggling before the pair found themselves spooning up. Damien's lankier from tucked behind hers. The shorter bobcat curled towards him, rear planted firmly in his lap. Sometimes her ears would tickle his chin, but she kept her attention forward.

At least until his hand began to move. Slow, stroking pets that roamed along her front. Tracing his way up to the soft curve of her breast. Oh she knew this tactic well. The steady, slow petting as he tried to avoid what interested him. It was a favorite tactic of the canine. While it was better than him just awkwardly pawing or going straight for something, she'd have to teach him to be a bit more subtle. Later though, she was enjoying the light touches and gentle pets. Especially as his hand roamed up and cupped a breast. Stroking ever so gently as he felt the weight and heft of her. Fingers moved further along before circling her teat. Just a slow pet to coax her flesh up. She shivered as he let his fingers dance and touch. Bringing them around before.

"Ahh!" she breathed out as he pinched her teat. It was a move she was used to, but it felt so good! Must be there right mood, change of scenery and all. She bit back another moan as he toyed with her more. Circling and squeezing the teat before pushing on it gently.

His voice was a little too innocent, "What was that?"

A chuff, "Must have been the wind."

"Mhmm," he hummed and nuzzled into her hair. Other hand snaking under her. Fingers wiggling a path between cat and couch. She didn't do anything to help him as he tried to get his arm under and around her. Just narrowed her eyes ever so slightly as he wiggled his hand around to cup her other breast. Assaulting both of them now as he nuzzled into her neck.

Fucking hell! she breathed to herself, thighs pressing tighter together. What was in the air tonight? Him fondling her like this was usually fun foreplay. Now she was squirming against him, starting to pant already. Any other given day, she could tease him for hours and get him all worked up. Her tail twitched against his sheath as he mashed and squeezed her breasts.

Teeth on her neck, nails on her nipples, and his low growl drew a louder huff from her.

Then his hand went down her body. Tracing along her belly before dipping between her legs. Amelia shuddered as his fingers brushed over her pussy lips. "Wha-what do you think you're doing?" she tried to keep her usual commanding tone, but it was really hard right now. Especially as her thighs trembled against his fingers.

There was a smugness in his voice, "Just fingering you." He teased her with a quick pet to her outer lips. Fingers spreading her open, "Want me to stop?" Though even as he posed the question, his middle fingers stroked her. Just a quick little tease before pushing in. She arched, mewled, and sank back into him. Thighs shook and breasts heaved as raw pleasure shook through her. Something that Damien took full advantage of. Pumping his fingers deeper as she gasped and writhed.

He shifted on the couch with her. Shoulder into his chest, legs squirming against his hand, fighting to spread and press together at the same moment. One breath, they were spooning on the couch. The very next, he was on his back and she was stretched atop him. One leg thrown up over the back of the couch, the other almost falling off. She managed to hook her heel against the edge of the seat, spreading her thighs wider as she huffed. Damien growled playfully and bit at her shoulder. Teeth digging in as he pumped his fingers deeper, faster. She trembled above him and bit her lip. Moaning out as her hips jerked and rocked. The slick sound of her body wrapping around his digits filled the air as she gasped.

Pleasure came faster than she expected. It churned and rolled against her core. Welling up as his fingers teased and stroked her. Spreading her body open then diving in again. He muttered something into her ear. She couldn't make out if it was actual words or just growling at her. Amelia bit her lip and reached back. Fingers tangling themselves in his hair or fur, she wasn't sure what. It was all she could do to just hang on as his fingers hooked and curled. Teasing her insides playing with her clit. Her entire body was trembling.

"Fffsssst!" she hissed and spat like a kettle. It was a fight to hang on there, trying to push back the budding pleasure. A fight she lost as his fingers hooked inside her just so. Striking her G-spot and tickling it. The bobcat jerked and yowled out, screeching as she came with explosive force. Squirting around his fingers as he dig his fingers deeper. Jiggling them just so to keep her going, playing with nipple and biting her neck at the same moment. Her world went white as raw bliss shot up and down her spine.

Amelia gasped, panted, and tried to steady herself, "Holy... We need to FFSSS!"

Damien wasn't going to let her rest. Her thighs hadn’t' even stopped shaking before his fingers were moving again. Pushing and rolling, teasing her core. She tried to pull away, to get herself a little second to breathe. The bobcat somehow got her feet under her and wrenched herself away from the devilish wild dog/maned wolf.

The room swayed and tilted as she stood up and took a staggering step towards the TV. She wanted to get some water, to splash some on her face or something.

Somehow, they wound up in the bed. She wasn't sure how or when. Just that, at some point, between one step and the next, she fell back into the softness of the bedding. Damien loomed over her, the male dragging her head over the edge of the mattress. "Say ahh," he huffed as his cock smacked off her cheek. Amelia's mouth opened on reflex. She wasn't sure if it was to protest or to welcome him in. Damien took it as an invitation. That canine member sliding into her maw with a moan. She arched at the familiar taste of his flesh as it pushed over her tongue and teased her throat. A low, panting groan sounded from the male as he leaned over her with a, "Fucking hell." Hips jolting forward as he slid his cock deeper.

Then he began to thrust. Steadily at first, then leaning over her as he built up a head of steam. She grunted and moaned around his cock. Drool starting to trickle down her cheek as her tongue lashed over his manhood. Both hands came down on her breasts, making her arch as he tuned her nipples. Twisting and pulling, massaging her mounds, all while his hips thrust. Each push driving him deeper into her waiting maw.

What is going on with me? Was the only thought she had before craning her head back further. Slurping wetly around his cock as he bottomed out. Sheath pressing flush to her lips as he groaned. The male's balls bounced off her nose as he huffed and leaned over her. Hands abandoned her breasts to pin her thighs down. Hot breath blasting her pussy a second before his tongue found her. She arched and moaned around his cock.

Faster, deeper, his body pressed against her face. Bed creaking under them as he breathed in Amelia's scent. There was something so delightfully fun about this. Seeing her losing control like this. The way she squirmed and writhed under him. Maybe he'd gotten a bit of the dust in his meal, or maybe he was just having a blast on his own. Didn't really matter either way. Not as he buried his nose against her and lapped. Diving his tongue into those trembling walls. She jumped and squealed under him, sucking hard around his cock. Audibly slurping around him as she tried to draw in air.

It took more effort than he'd like to admit to pull out of her face. Cock already throbbing, knot halfway up. He slapped her cheek with his throbbing length, "Mouth or pussy?" he growled.

She didn't even answer him. Just somehow flipped around under him, squirming around until she was on all fours. Thighs pressed tight together and pushing up into his body. That was the only answer he needed. Lining up with her and pushing in.

Amelia shrieked again and jerked, rising up onto her toes. The bobcat's entire body shook and jolted, torn between pulling away and driving back into him as she came again. Was that two or three? He didn't care as he drove in harder. Slamming his body off her lovely ass. Snarling over her as he shifted his grip from the bed to her rear and back. Trying to find purchase as she squirmed and pushed under him.

A shimmy, a step, and she was halfway onto the bed. Damien followed her, climbing onto the bed as she inched forward with each thrust. Yowls and gasps filled the air. The impact of their bodies shaking the bed under him as she fought to get away, but also to drive back into him. He knew that look on her face, overstimulated, yet wanting more. A part of him thought about slowing down, about stopping, but...

Amelia slammed her full weight back into him and nearly bowled him over. Damien snarled and threw himself against her. Driving her onto the bed. Laying atop her as he pushed her into the mattress. Barely noticing that he was knot-deep in the bobcat until he felt the familiar clench around his base. A grab and pull that made him shudder, growl, and dig deeper. Hips barely moving as he pounded the cat. "Like that?" he panted, reaching up and hooking fingers into her mouth. She moaned and licked at his fingers. Head rolling as her body kept pushing up into him. Harder, faster, he could do this all night!

Damien snarled as he slammed into her. Giving in a beat later. Balls leaping as he pumped his load into her. Amelia's hand reached back and grabbed at his hips. Nails digging in as she shuddered and gasped under him. Twitching with each shot of his seed that painted her depths. The hybrid growled over the bobcat, rocking his hips against her as she shuddered. Pumping his full load so very deep into her.

A breath, a pant, and then began round two. The feline squirming under and against him before his knot had even stopped throbbing. He growled and dug in with as much fervor as he could muster. Giving as best he could. He could do this all night! He could...

He didn't know what hour it was when he woke up.

Damien yawned and stretched slowly. Wincing as some muscle complained about being asked to flex. It took him a few seconds to fully process everything about him. Sunlight splayed through half opened windows. The bed was at an odd angle, bed sheets tangled about him more than anything else, a pillow up in the rafters, and the scent of sex still hung in the air about him. Yet there was no Amelia here.

It didn't take a genius to figure out where she was though. He could hear her shuffling about in the other room. Moving with her usual lack of grace in the kitchen area or something. So, with another yawn, he stretched and extricated himself from the bedding.

"Morning," he muttered as he left the bedroom and rounded on the bathroom.

"Nooning," she replied with a yawn of her own. Working to get coffee going while only working on half brainpower. Damien didn't take long. Quick shower, brushing teeth, and other things, then he was out and padding to the kitchen. Scrubbing his hair down with a towel. She pushed a cup of coffee towards him. Sipping her own, fur still damp from her shower. Damien muttered something and took a sip. The warm, bitter brew surging through his body.

"Did you have fun last night?"

There was something in Amelia's tone that he knew well. That slight cadence and lilt to her voice that said she knew something. Something that would get him into trouble if he tried to lie to her. Damien looked at the bobcat and tried to figure out what she knew, or what she had figured out. It was still early though, and he kinda needed coffee before he started firing on all cylinders. Had damn near lived on the stuff the last couple years in college. "Well, how could I not?" He kept his tone somewhat neutral, but added a smile. Playful, not cocky, try to disarm her.

She arched a brow, "Oh I don't know," out came the baggie from under the table and she slid it towards him. "How could you not?"

Busted. Damien sank onto the chair and leaned forward, "I mean, how could I pass it up? We both know the stuff is safe, just makes you a little... Riled up is all. I suppose I should have double checked to make sure it was clear." He sighed and rolled his head, "Not to mention I should have asked you before I gave you anything. It was the beans, by the way."

"I figured as much. Also should have known you'd try something like that." She flashed a little smirk at him, "Once a little shit, always a little shit. Although," she mused as she sipped her drink slowly, "that's also why I had it planted here." Damien looked surprised. "What? You think people just leave that stuff around? Oops, I forgot my substance in the rental? How many did you find?"

Damien's ears twitched, "Just that one. I didn't really go digging around the entire cabin."

Amelia breathed out a noise that was somewhere between a growl, a purr, and a hum. "Just the one, a little disappointed there from the crime major." He started to look around, "Oh don't bother, I already grabbed the rest while you were drooling on yourself." There was a smile, "How's your coffee by the way?"

He stopped mid-sip and glanced down at the mug. "Fair play... So what's the punishment?" At least she seemed in a decent mood. So maybe she wouldn't get too wild and bad with it. Not like he could call her out for dosing him. Not after last night. Though maybe he should have figured she'd do something like this. Sneaky bitch that she was. Especially after last night, it wouldn't have taken a genius to put two and two together.

Amelia stood up with a smile and tapped his nose. "You are going to sit there while I get breakfast." The naked bobcat turned and started to dig through their supplies.

Damien shifted, he could feel the coffee waking him up, but he could also feel the lust dust starting to affect him. It was weird, when you became really aware of just how your sheath rubbed against your cock. Even a little squirm was enough to make his length twitch. "That's it?"

"Well," she mused with a hum, "you'd better not touch yourself. If you can make it through breakfast, then we'll go back to the bedroom and I'll get my revenge on you." Her tail wiggled up as she swayed her hips back and forth. Damien's eyes locking onto her curvy rear.

"And then?" he was already starting to sweat bullets. Which got worse when she smiled at him. He swallowed, “Are you going to tease me all breakfast?” Amelia just smirked and turned to start on food. Damien was starting to fear for his life. Especially as his loins began to hum.

"This is humiliating," Damien whined softly as he laid out on the bed. His ears twitched against his head as he lay back, letting his head hang off the edge.

Amelia was right there, finishing up putting on a harness. The bobcat flashed a toothy grin as she adjusted the fit and reached down to pat the rather thick dildo she'd attached to her rigging. "Well, turnabout's fair play isn't it? You got me all lust drunk last night, now I get to repay you. Open up." She tapped the fake dick against his cheek.

Damien's cheeks were red hot, but he did as she asked. Huffing as he opened his mouth up. Tongue flicked against the tip as she leaned in and pushed against him with a purred, "There we go."

It was an odd feeling for Amelia. Leaning over Damien like this, trying to work her hips. Thrusting wasn't something she was used to. Used whole other set of muscles then she was used to. Not to mention just how much taller he was than her. Though that meant it was easy for her to lean over and scratch along his belly. The hybrid whined under her and squirmed. She could just hear the faint sound of suckling, felt the toy shift as he licked it. It was odd and she had to leaned back to look at him. Sure enough, his eyes were half closed, rolled back, with his tongue rolling against the toy. "Such a good boy," she purred. Honestly a bit surprised at him yet playing into it.

Stretching out again, she let her hands roam over his belly and down. Almost immediately, his cock sprang from his sheath. Chiseled tip twitching as precum spurted against his belly. All it took was a whisper and soft breath from her to make that shaft twitch again. Sheath swelling more with the drugged excitement.

Though she wasn't going to make him wait too long. Reaching out, she let her fingers trace over his sheath. Petting it ever so slowly as she kept rocking her hips. Damien gurgled a groan under him and jerked his hips up. A firm hand pushed him back down as she grinned. One hand on either thigh, Amelia breathed out a purr. Muzzle vibrating near him as she let her tongue run over his flesh. Teasing the male in a way that had him panting and squirming under him. Oh she didn’t have to do much to get him worked up. She could see his knot throbbing as her tongue bathed his sheath. Teasing him with slow, careful licks.

Not that it mattered how slow and careful she was. His cock sprang free, twitching and spurting precum freely. She watched as his sheath grew thicker with his knot. That can’t be comfortable, she hummed to herself. Making a note to ask him about it later. Especially since she knew that he’d be getting driven mad right about now.

“Alright,” she purred as she leaned back, giving his belly a good pat. Amelia cracked a smile and looked down at him, licking her lips. “Flip over onto your belly and spread’em.” Pulling back, she watched as Damien panted, tongue rolling from his maw. A thin strand of saliva connected him to the vibrantly purple toy for a second. When it snapped and hit his nose, it almost seemed to pop some sense into him. Normally, he’d muttered something snarky at her but do it. This time, he just rolled awkwardly around on the bed. Getting tangled in his own arms and legs before coming around.

The bed was tall enough for her to easily bend over. With him, it was just high enough that he had to splay his legs out some. Still though, it was the perfect height as she came up behind him and lifted his tail. Crouching down, she leaned in and ran her tongue around his tialhole. Damien gasped and jumped. Shuddering as he groped around in front of him. Glad I had him clean out. Amelia ran her hands along his backside and spread the cheeks apart. Tongue brushing over and around his rim. The wild dog/maned hybrid moaned and she felt him moving and squirming. Trying to fight the drug-induced need to push back, with what sense he had. She flashed a grin and grabbed the bottle she’d stashed there. Casually working some lube over the toy while her tongue played over his rear. Gently pushing in with just enough pressure to make him arch and moan. Tail trembling overhead as he bit into the bedding. Slick fingers came up and pressed against him. Casually massaging his pucker before pushing in. She was, fairly, certain that he wasn’t used to this. So she was going all out with preparation.

For added measure, she reached under him and carefully pulled his sheath back. Making sure it wasn’t caught on his knot. Thankfully, he had gone down some. Which meant she would have to take care of that in a minute, once they got going.

Alright, she breathed as she stood up, he’s not gonna be in his right senses. Doubt he’d have enough sense to use the safe word. Fuck knows I wasn’t in my right mind last night. So keep an eye on him. Be nice and gentle, take it easy, and make sure he has a good time. Just like any other time you’ve helped someone through a trip.

“Alright, hope you’re ready to feel what it’s like to be a bitch.” Lips curled to show teeth as she slapped the toy off his ass. Fur getting matted down as she flung lube all over the place. The bobcat leaned forward and nudged the toy against his pucker. Easing the pointed tip against him, pushing past the ring.

“Ahh… HAAA!” Damien grabbed the sheets and arched up, eyes rolling back in his head as she pushed deeper.

“Oh it’s not even that big,” she kept her tone light and playful as she plunged in. Hips rolling just so as she leaned over the male. Pushing his tail out of the way as she tucked in closer. She kept her plunge nice and slow. Patiently taking her time while undoubtedly teasing him. Took her a good few seconds before she bottomed out. Stilling to make sure he was comfortable before she drew back. Letting the ridged toy ripple against his backside and hopefully his prostate too.

Nice and slow, she worked her hips against his. Grinding more than thrusting. Certainly not the hip-bruising force that even his lanky ass could muster. It was smooth, kinda, but focusing on grinding at the right angle to probe his prostate. She’d done that often enough to know just where to aim, more or less. Not that it would stop her from simply reaching around him and grabbing his cock. Pressing her breasts to his back as she growled at him. She bit his shoulder playfully and rocked her hips faster. Trying to pound against his rear hard like he did with her. Stomach starting to ache and burn as she used muscles she wasn’t used to.

Damien hunched and arched under her, hips jerking wildly. He buried his face into the bed and howled. Hips twitching wildly in her hand. Driving into her hips and then down into her hands. It only took a moment or two before. “Ah.. HA… HAAAA!” his cock began to leap and twitch. Blowing his load all over the bed in front of him.

Amelia flashed a grind and ground against him. Biting down on his shoulder with a, “Grrrf!” as she did her best to imitate how he’d rock when he peaked against her as well. Slowing down, rocking against him, letting him come down. Not that it’d matter too much since it’d keep him going for a while. At least it would if she hadn’t led about dosing him. Boy, was he going to be annoyed when he found out just how much he liked pegging.

“And now we cool down,” she purred, pulling out of him slowly. Damien’s ears folded back as he panted. Body rocking slowly as his knot pulsed and throbbed. “Do you want anything, some ice, a drink, a good cuddle?” she cracked a grin as she ran her hand over his rear. Damien muttered something into the bedding. “Alright, I’ll get the ice cream.” Another mutter. “And make you a float. Just lay there and recover, I’ll get it.” She gave his rear a scrub, which made his tail start to wave lazily. “That’s my good boy.” His tail waved faster.