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The yiffing scene was so long that I was forced to cut it into two seperate chapters. I'll have the next chapter posted ASAP.

Chapter 5-Intimacy

Vanya almost jumped as the warm tongue strolled across her spine, back arching as she gave a harsh gasp. She was freezing cold by now, so the contrast of temperatures was quite a shock. That and his tongue had a texture she had never felt.

She soon settled again as she grew accustomed to the feeling. Surprisingly enough, it somehow felt comforting to have him clean her as he did. More than that she felt it was the fact that he wanted to take care of her. Whether that was long term or not, it was something she hadn't experienced since her parents and of course that wasn't the same thing.

She had searched and searched for love all her life, and though this certainly wasn't love, it was something she imagined it would be like. Someone taking care of you, caring for you, trying to keep you warm and safe.

The chinchilla jerked again as he ran his tongue across the base of her tail, a most sensitive area for her. It was almost as arousing as having someone pleasure her nether regions. Her back arched at the feel and she had to stifle a moan that fought release in her throat. She felt him stop a moment, his eyes glaring into the back of her head as he began again in much slower strokes.

She bit her lip tightly, eyes closing and paws balling into fists as she felt arousal creep up her form. But he soon relieved her of the emotions by moving over the rest of her tail. That, too, was rather sensitive, but nothing compared to the base.

He politely skipped over her rump, slowly turning her to face him and aiming for her neck. She immediately stopped breathing as the hot air from his breaths trailed across her neck. She swallowed nervously as the tongue lapped at her against, working over her collar bone and shoulders.

Montor's paw reached up, grasping at her upper arm and attempting to tug it away from her chest, but she held fast. He tugged again, and yet again she didn't move. He could have easily ripped her arm free from its position, but he wanted permission it would seem.

"Vanya, please," he rumbled out gently. Her ears twitched at the sound of her name. Oh, how wonderful it was to hear him utter it!

Her body, including her arm, practically melted at the sound, and his paw soon lead her appendage free of its clasped position. She waited for his eyes to move to her now hanging breast, the nipple hard from the harsh winds and his teasing.

But he didn't. His eyes stayed on hers as he turned her palm toward him, running tongue across and in between her pads. He moved further and further up, thoroughly cleaning her arm. A small smile flicked across his face as she giggled lightly when he went for her arm pit.

She didn't protest at all as he once again pulled her other arm free, cleaning it much in the same fashion and causing her to giggle again, but as he finished his ears suddenly twitched, eyes growing wide as his eyes met hers.

"What is it?" she asked, growing a little alarmed at his expression.

He pressed forward with sudden ferocity, causing another sound of surprise as his nose dug into her neck. She almost fell back, but her paws landed behind her to catch her body. She also felt his digits land on her back, having obviously prepared for her to spill backward.

His nose nuzzled into her fur, taking in her scent deeply before pulling back. His face came close to hers, scrutinizing her as he spoke, "You're in heat, aren't you?"

"Wh-what?!" she exclaimed, more because she knew it was true. Her heat had started only a few days before. She was forced to take a day off the first day it started; the scent was so strong that the was afraid of getting tackled by the many horny greenhorns that had only recently discovered women and their breeding phase.

Whenever a femme went in heat, they often had a peculiar scent that attracted males in the first beginning days. More than that, they became highly objective of mates, trying to find a flaw and scoping others to find the best to father their children. The young males often didn't know how to handle a woman in heat due to their constant mood swings and quick change in partners. A smart male would hunt down his woman if she faltered and teach her a lesson by harsh sex.

But her scent had become quite faint by now. Vanya knew how to fight her heat; she had been doing it for years. With enough perfumes and a mental set to not have children, she could easily mask the scent after the second or third day. His nose had to be very strong to pick up anything by now.

"You are; I know it," he said. He nuzzled into her neck some more before slowly moving up her chin. But he wasn't licking her anymore; he was kissing her!

Light butterfly kisses fluttered across her jaw line, instinctively turning her head to give him more lee way with his actions. But as he slipped across her chin and neared her lips her mind snapped to attention.

"Wait! What are you doing?!" she shouted, paws pressing against his chest to try to put distance between them. His fingers on her back quickly prevented it, however, even tugging her closer to where their faces were only inches from one another.

"I can't leave you in this wanting state. You need special attention and I'm the one to give it to you," he spoke, his voice now rough with determination.

He tried to push his lip against hers, but her paws came up and shoved against his snout. He snorted with irritation, face forced to press back. For the first time she grew truly angered with him, "Now listen to me for a second! I don't knot how it was in your time, but women now aren't simply mated because they're in heat! Furthermore, I don't even know you. Mating is something special to me and I don't do it with just anyone." Her body practically screamed with anger at her. It had taken a lot to force herself to deny him access. Though she could mask the scent, the instincts were still there.

He sat still a long moment, eyes glued to hers. She could still read his mischievousness as he spoke, "All right, I understand. I'll finish cleaning you and leave you be."

"I don't think you could fini-ahh!" before she could complete the sentence his paw suddenly gave out from beneath her. She fell back suddenly, but his arm and paw caught her head and back before she landed harshly upon the concrete.

The most shocking part, however, was that while she was falling he fell with her. And in the process his lips had latched onto one of her sensitive nipples. She desperately wanted to shriek her disapproval, but it only came out as small squeaks while she squirmed and turned beneath him.

Her body reacted immediately when the tongue slipped out and flicked against the captured nipple. Her back arched once more, unable to force back the deep moan that left her. She slumped again as he stopped, breathing heavily as his eyes looked up at her with sexual ferocity, watching every reaction with an intense appreciation and hunger. He tortured her again, moans leaving her again when he sucked upon it suddenly, wrapping his mouth about the entire breast and lapping at it.

She rested again when he suddenly let go, mouth leaving her breast completely. She was forced to try and catch her breath before attempting to get away again.

Montor's head moved close to her ear, licking at its base before teasingly whispering, "Vanya, Vanya, Vanya. How many years has it been for you? I've never met a woman so sensitive in my life." A loud squeak left her as his paw dove for the qold, squeezing in between her legs and twitching back and forth across her clit.

"Tell me no now. Just try," she could hear the laugh in his voice as he suckled on the tip of her ear. She wanted to prove him wrong.

"N-N.." she was cut off in her attempt as his fingers suddenly pinched at her clit. A deep sound of pleasure pushed past her lips, her response so fast that she couldn't think to stop it, "Y-yes! God yes!"

"That's what I thought," he chuckled, noting his victory. His lips saught hers. She resisted, but with another tingling twitch of his fingers, she couldn't help but give in.

Vanya expected something harsh and angry; a kind of kiss made by nothing but hunger and passion. She was pleasantly surprised. His lips were soft and tender, his familiar tongue brushing against her lips and begging for access. She granted it, lips parting and letting his tongue carefully enter, soon wrapping about her own.

Her body slowly eased beneath him, his free paw moving to brush against her other breast, the one that had been neglected during his cleaning extravaganza. His other paw moved away from her clit, trailing downward to let fingers tickle and play within her flowing juices.

She was forced to break the kiss due to a light giggle she gave at his flitting fngers. He smiled with, nuzzling his snout into her neck while murring, "I think I'll finish cleaning you now."

Vanya felt herself give in completely as he moved his tongue across her neck and reached the unlicked breast, once again taking it in and suckling upon it like a kitten in need of nourishment. She couldn't hold back the flood of feelings and her immense arousal; she was his. His for now and forever. She thought of telling him, but with the constant moans interrupting her train of thought, she couldn't fathom forming sentences.

Montor's lips left the breast, crawling across her taut stomach and moving betwixt her legs. He immediately shot for her clit. Her paws instinctively grasped at his mane, hips bucking with another loud moan vibrating off the walls. She couldn't hold it in anymore. As his fingers probed at her sex and his lips formed and suckled upon that snesitive little nub, the pressure within her built up.

A sudden burst of pleasure spilled from her womanhood caused a harsh, gasping moan, body having tensed incredibly before the action. She quickly slumped against the concrete, breathing heavily as he suckled his fingers clean and gave a few laps to leaking lips.

"Mmm, my little lady tastes good," he teased. His body shifted again, his legs coming to rest on her inner thighs, slowly pressing outward to force her legs open.

Vanya had felt almost ready to pass out after the pleasure of climax, but she quickly regined her consciousness at his newly acquired position. Her rested above her on paws and knees, her eyes widening as she looked between his legs. His sheath had grown greatly by now, swelling and letting the large, red member peek out from its hiding hole. She had obviously aroused him quite a bit with her reactions, for he was now fully grown. The member was incredibly long, its width good, but nothing that would kill her. It pulsed and vibrated with anticipation, veins flowing with excitement. She also noticed that his sac was gargantuan; bigger than any she had seen at least.

"Y-you'll never fit in me with something like that!" she exclaimed. It wasn't the diameter she was worried about, but the length! She wasn't even sure if her passage was that long.

He gave an ouright laugh, the loud, barking sound vibrating against the walls, "I'm sure we'll be able to make it work. Besides, do you really want me to stop now, my lovely lady?"

She shook her head quickly. Her mind had all but shut down now; she gave everything to passion. She had been wanting a moment like this for years now. Even if he didn't mean it to, it felt romantic with how he called her 'lady', but especially that he called her his. She felt protected and secure, something that made her give herself to him all the more.

His hips lowered while paws moved her legs, wrapping them around his own to force her sex to line up directly with his member. He rolled the head across her clit causing another soft moan. But she also couldn't help a whine as his teasing continued, going on much longer than she wished.

"Please.." she whispered gently, pleading with him to continue.

He smiled gently, "As you wish, my lady." He brought his lips to her again. She noticed that he had to hunch his back to make their faces meet when in such a position, but he didn't seem to mind.

Montor slowly pressed forward. Vanya's response was quick. She couldn't help a small yelp of pain, breaking the kiss immediately as she began to pant at his size. Apparently the diameter of the head was a little larger than she expected.

He cooed gently in her ear. Words of affection continued as he moved very, very slowly within her. He stopped any time her body tensed, waiting for her to rleax before moving again. This greatly reduced the pain.

Vanya felt the head finally slip past her outer lips, giving a small 'pop' when it fully entered her. Her body relaxed quickly. The hardest part was over. Though her lips still pulsed from being so stretched, she could now focus on the pleasure of the experience.