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Warming up the Slopes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commission for Duncan213

December 1930, undisclosed location within the Colorado Mountains

"Bethany," Hans breathed, both paws tightening on the steeling wheel. "What are you...ah..." He swallowed. "What are you doing?"

The bat shook his head, the wolf in the passenger seat licking her lips as she unbuttoned her blouse, the garment pulling lower and lower over her breasts. Their little blue hire car veered from side to side of the road, the bat's paws twitching on the wheel. Snow lined the ground as they climbed the mountain, weaving higher up an increasingly twisty route that, to anyone but the locals, required a great deal more concentration then he was currently allowing for.

Giggling, Beth shrugged, letting the blouse fall loose, slipping back beneath her arms as she bared her undergarments - at least on her top half - to anyone who cared to see.

"The drive is taking too long," she said, as if that was sufficient explanation for what she was doing. "It is tedious and I am bored."

"But you cannot do that in here!"

She smiled to hear the formal edge re-entering his voice. He'd almost lost it, spending so much time with her, but the months together as a couple, had not teased it entirely from his tone. He would always carry that note, she was sure.

"Why can I not?" She challenged him, rolling her shoulders as if to drag his attention down to the simple, black bra wore, lace cupping her breasts sensually. "I am and that is all there is to it."

Arching her hips up from the seat, she growled playfully, ears spayed to the sides of her head, and unbuttoned the catch on her skirt, letting the pale green fabric slip down her legs. Cradling around her surprisingly demure pair of black heels, it still somehow managed to complement her fur, setting off the grey tones as if it had been designed especially for her. She kicked it aside and sat up, playing with the strap of her bra.

Hans growled and shook his head, leathery wings creaking softly. Cresting a ridge, he tried against all odds to keep attention from his sweetheart's breasts, bouncing lightly with every bump in the road. It was not the best of tracks to take, but a necessary one to reach one of the vary best slopes in the Colorado mountains, reserved only for those with influence at their fingertips.

The resort, styled to appear as a massive log cabin that contained all manner of luxuries within, rose in the distance as a flurry of snow splattered across the windscreen. Hans grumbled under his breath, words indistinct, the insides of his ears a decidedly darker shade as he blushed. Beth teased her fingers across his hips to the catch of his trousers, playing with the button as a coy smile quirked at her lips.

Should she...?

"We are almost up at the resort, Bethany!" He gulped and shook his head, leathery wings folded uncomfortably back into the seat. "What if someone sees you?"

She shrugged again, her grey muzzle displaying as unconcerned an expression as she could possibly draw on.

"Are you afraid of someone seeing me like this, Hans?"

She slid her paw down his thigh, fingers creeping over his dark trousers to the bulge growing in his crotch that she knew she'd find there. The wolf smiled and licked her lips, a vary pink tongue flashing out to snake along the side of her muzzle. Shivering, Hans groaned and half-closed his eyes, steering wheel shuddering with the tremor of his paws.

"Are you afraid..." She leaned in closer, breath brushing his large, pointed ear. "Are you afraid of someone seeing you in need? Wanting me?"

He exhaled sharply.

"It is indecent."

The words came out forced, his teeth ground close together. A muscle jumped in the line of his jaw and Beth drew back, fur ruffled. Sometimes he still took a little more persuading, though she would have thought that he would be more amenable to what she would call 'interesting' experiences after their vary first time being out in the open. She smiled at the memory, eyes growing distant.

Running her paws down her flat stomach, she admired her own form, knowing that his eyes were on her even if she was not looking directly at him - not for the moment, at least. She fingered the hem of her underwear, tight around her hips and soft, feminine buttocks, slipping them down just enough so that thicker fur of her crotch peeked out. Implying more to come, she pushed herself up from the seat and gave a throaty moan, paw easing beneath her bra to squeeze a nipple lightly.

Hans sucked in a breath.

"Bethany!" He snapped, eyes wild and scanning the road for others cars - others then may see Bethany if she did not comply. "Put your cloths back on!"

She frowned.

"Now, that must be a phrase that a lady dose not often hear."

She jumped as the bat's paw brushed her breast, pushing into his touch without conscious thought. Casting him a questioning look, the wolf didn't have the chance to speak as he squeezed her breast in one paw, drawing a gasp from her lips. Beth trembled and rolled her head from side to side, delighting in the cool brush of air against her fur even within the controlled confines of their vehicle.

Anyone could see in, see what she was doing with her boyfriend - anyone at all. The wolf's breath quickened, ears twitching to catch a light chuckle breaking Hans' lips.

"I would never tell you to put your clothes back on without due reason, Bethany," he murmured, eyes on her body and the rise and fall of her breasts. "But times must..."

He trailed off, sparing a quick glance for the road and quickly oncoming resort.

"Perhaps for the bedroom, sweetheart," he said, voice trembling with a lick of what could only be desire. "If I take you out here as you deserve to be taken, we shall never make it to the resort at all!"

Huffing, Beth folded her arms over chest and obstinately refused to redress herself until they pulled right up to the resort. And, even then, the wolf flashed him a smile and tugged her underwear to the side, allowing him a fleeting glimpse of her pussy lips, the sliver of pink just showing through the thin fur. Hans groaned and squeezed his fingers around the back of his neck as the wolf tugged up her skirt and re-fastened her blouse. She couldn't help but notice how his eyes lingered and he covered his crotch with one paw, trying and failing to hide his hardness.

Chuckling to herself, she cast her eyes over the resort as a moose and a deer couple clip-clopped up the steps to the main entrance of the resort. A smartly dressed snow leopard employee darting after them with bags clasped in both fluffy paws.

Scrambling from the car, Hans turned his hips towards the vehicle and stretched his arms over his head. Beth dropped her eyes to their bags squashed into one another on the back seat, a matching set.

"Leave the bags." Hans coughed into his paw. "The concierge will take care of that for us."

He tugged at the collar of his shirt, too stiff and formal for the location, and offered his arm to the wolf.

"Shall we?"

Arm in arm, they padded lightly into the resort, Beth trying to take in everything at once. The interior was as she had been promised, a wide, sweeping room with a wood fire roaring across from the reception desk, polished to a high, rich sheen. Beth smiled and clasped her paws in front of her chest, eyes shining with the myriad of possibilities the resort held. They had earned a good, long break from all their studying, the final years coming to a close, if they did not choose to undertaker further studies. All that hard work and no play...She shook her head. It did a fur no good, no good at all.

"Good afternoon!" The mouse at the front desk squeaked, pushing his glasses up his nose. "What may I do for the lady and gentleman this afternoon?"

Hans stepped up to the desk, hips twisted away and lips pressed tightly together. Beth folded her paws innocently behind her back and shot the mouse a winning smile.

"We'd just like to check in, please."

"Of course, sir."

As the mouse took care of their cheek in, Beth pressed herself up to Hans' back, arms wrapping around his waist as she poked her muzzle over his shoulder. His wings shuffled against her chest and he murmured softly, turning his head to drop a sweet kiss on her nose.

"I'm so sorry." The mouse shook his head and pursed his lips. "Your room is not quite ready. Perhaps you would like to adjourn to the bar or one of our dining rooms while you wait? Complementary drinks and a meal for the both of you are, of course, on the resort for your trouble."

Hans shrugged.

"That's no problem. Which way's the bar?"

As the gave directions, Beth's mind whirled. How could he lose interest in her so quickly? She frowned. Was he even hard anymore?

Oh, that simply would not do.

As they padded down the wide hallway in the direction of the bar, Beth's tail wagged and she cast her partner a sly grin that he was all too familiar with. The bat's ears twitched and he parted his lips in question as her finger pressed to them, shushing him before he even had the chance to talk. Her nerves shot through with fire and the wolf's eyes gleamed. A door marked with 'Supplies' lay to her right, as good an option as she had at her disposal.

"Follow me."

Her tone left no room for argument and, as she slipped into the cupboard, a flat bat nose swiftly nosed around the door with a square of opaque glass set into it, following closely on her tail. She kicked it closed after him and pressed her body up against his, moaning into his mouth as her lips crashed into his. She kissed him deeply, heart hammering, and wagged her tail as his arms encircled her waist, body reacting even as his mind struggled to catch up with what was happening.

"Beth..." He breathed, back pressed to the door. "What are you doing?"

She shot him a look, eyes sharp.

"Would you prefer to wait until our room is ready?" She demanded. "Sit in some stuffy bar and exchange pleasantries while we wait for our friends to arrive? Is that what you really want to do? At this vary minute?"

She was sure the bar and restaurants were not all that bad, but her words did the trick. As she tried to pull away, he tightened his arms around her and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse with his lips and teeth, release the curve of her cleavage to his hungry eyes. Beth yelped in delight, arching her hips up to the tent in his trousers, letting his hardness grind against her through the unwelcome barrier of clothing.

"We should not be doing this," he murmured, eyes roaming her body in the dim light, the non-translucent glass in the door letting a little light through. "We really, absolutely, should not be doing this."

Beth rolled her eyes, ears slipping back.

"Be quiet, Hans."

Pulling her skirt up as the bat pinned her back up to the wall, a broom crashed down and they giggled, lost in their love drunk spell for one another. He unbuttoned his trousers and let his hard-on out of his undergarments, a shaft that she was intimately familiar with poking from the gap in the fabric. His trousers held around his backside and thighs, tight enough not to fall and catch around his hind paws, and he slid his paw up Beth's leg to her panties, sliding his fingers against them as her wetness drooled on to them.

He licked his lips hungrily, but the wolf shook her head and dropped to her knees. Her skirt demurely fell to cover her modestly, although there was nothing modest in her actions. She growled softly as she freed his cock, wasting no time in leaning in to take the tip between her lips. The bat groaned and let his head loll back against the wall, hips arching up to meet her, as the wolfess devoured him. Inch after inch of his thick shaft eased between her lips until her wet nose pressed into the thicker fur of his crotch, his musk enveloping her senses.

Beth moaned around his length, pressing her thighs together as her wetness soaked further through her panties. Why was every time with Hans so much more erotic then the last? She bobbed her muzzle, wrapping her flexible tongue around his shaft and dragging it slowly, oh so slowly, up to the tip. If he didn't fight her so, tell her that they had to wait until a more private location, they could have so much more fun!

But maybe the fact of the matter was that the bat simply preferred a more private location to truly enjoy her. Eyes rolling back into her head, Beth clung to his thighs and squeezed his balls lightly in one paw, enjoying their furry warmth, filled to the brim with promise that she fully expected him to deliver upon. The bat hissed through his teeth, twisting his head back and forth as he tried to contain himself. He balled his paws up into fists and slammed them back into the wall, bucking away from it into her muzzle as if he was no longer in control of his own body. Beth rather liked the thought of him losing control of himself around her. She liked that thought vary much, bringing a fresh tingle of pleasure to the corners of her mind, thus far unexplored.

Suddenly, the bat grasped her hair and dragged her away from his cock, whimpering as she gasped, through what she craved was not air. She snaked her tongue out from her muzzle to steal a last lap of his cock, frowning like a cub that had been denied a treat as the bat shook his head, struggling to pull his trousers back to a respectable level with one paw.

She snapped and snarled, lips curling back from her teeth, but the bat leaned in, a paw on each of her shoulders. His eyes bore into hers and she caught her breath, momentarily spellbound by the desire burning in his eyes.

Yes!

"Come with me."

Beth squealed as she was pulled from the supply cupboard, Hans yanking his trousers up as he hauled her after him.

"But Hans! Why leave?"

She yelped and licked his seed from the side of her muzzle, ears back. He didn't seem to hear her protests, towing her bodily to the desk and using his greater size against her. As much as the grey wolf struggled, she could not free herself and her heat could not have claimed that she wanted to be freed either.

Shaking her head as they re-emerged into the reception, she stood back and let Hans storm up to the desk, arms stretched out a little from his side so that the casual observer gained the full effect of his large, leathery wings. They wouldn't do hold his weight in midair, but, when it came to intimidation, they did the trick for the otherwise demure, delicate bat.

Her stomach did a back-flip, leaping up into the vicinity of her ribcage as her partner slammed his fist into the desk and demanded a room-any room. It would not be the one they had reserved, the abruptly trembling mouse told them as he held out a key, but would it tide them over for at least a few hours? Hans smirked and took it from the mouse without a word, spinning on his heel. Beth smiled lewdly, kissing him full on the lips as he slung her over his shoulder as if she was as light as a feather. Her heart sung and she blew the mouse a cheeky kiss as she watched his startled face retreat, ropey tail curled up against his thigh.

It took Hans several attempts to get the key into the keyhole, but, when he did, he stumbled into the smaller, double room with the wolfess cradled in his arms. He tossed her on the bed and growled like a wolf himself, ears twitching back and forth as if trying to catch a sound that was not truly there.

Yet Beth was not willing to give up the semblance of control she'd acquired - oh no! Scrambling up from the bed, she pressed herself to the bat and inhaled sharply as his hardness squeezed up to her. Oh, how good he'd tasted in her muzzle...

He caught her lips with his, tongue flicking between to claim her mouth as she struggled back, gasping for breath as his paws slid to the crook of her arms, just above her elbows.

"Wait...Not here," she forced out, legs trembling. "Haven't you always wanted to try it in the shower?"

She gasped, breathless as his lips nibbled a line down her neck.

"Wet fur on fur...Soaping up each other's bodies..."

He pulled back, eyes shimmering.

"You are persistent in deviating from the norm, do you know that, Bethany?"

She flashed him a grin and squirmed away, darting into the wood-panelled en-suite with a spring in her step.

"Only keeping things interesting for you, darling!"

She flung the words back over her shoulder as the bat chased her, catching up just as she tossed her skirt on the floor, blouse ripping open and destroying half the buttons. She laughed recklessly, not even thinking how she would get from this room to their actual one later on. What did she care? Let them see her as she truly was! Beth drew herself up tall, setting her shoulders back as her bat backed her into the walk-in shower, making quick work of her bra and panties. He slipped both of without fuss, forgetting his own clothes as he turned the shower on with a scramble of claws on the dial and switch.

Beth giggles as warm water flowed over her muzzle, turning her snout up to the stream as it flattened her fur slickly to her body. Hans grumbled and shed his cloths, kicking them out of the shower as she arched up to him, letting him ease her back against the wall. He ran his paws down her sides and kissed her full on the lips, tongues dancing together as the heat between them rose. She almost lost herself to him right then and there, caught in the sinuous sway and fall of his body.

But she had him, not the other way around, oh no. Beth moaned softly, trailing her fingers around his cheek and down his muzzle.

"I want you," she breathed. "Take me here...right here!"

She pushed her hips up to him, slinging an arm around his neck for leverage as the bat's cock jabbed against her lower abdomen. Pre cum drooled on to her fur, only to be swiftly washed away by the shower, sweeping away evidence as quickly as it appeared. Bethany licked her lips, longing for the evidence to stay, a dirty mark of their liaison.

"Please, Hans!" She swung around, placing her paws against the wall and wriggling her rump at him, tail flicked as high as she could to keep it out of the way. "You've had me tease you, you've had me get you hard...Now make me yours right here and now!"

Hans sucked in a breath, ears slanting to the sides of his head even as he advanced, one paw wrapped around his cock. Nuzzling the tip of it up to her pink sex, showing through her fur, he leaned over her, a paw landing on the wall beside her head. She moans and wriggled her hips further back for him, stretching up onto her toes until the head pushed into her cunny and the chill of water cooling on her fur didn't matter anymore.

The bat huffed as he slid his cock into her, one paw dropping to her hip as he put the weight of his body behind the motion. Even after all their times together, stolen moments in homes where they could not have claimed to be alone, she was still tight and Bethany moaned with relish, enjoying every moment of him pushing into her, deeper and deeper until something hidden inside her tingled.

"More!"

She forced out the words past lips that did not want to form the word, spreading her legs further apart for balance that suddenly seemed exceptionally difficult to maintain. Her paws slipped on the polished wood underfoot - neither of them had thought to toss down a shower mat before things heated up.Beth ground her teeth together, biting down a howl as her pussy clenched around her lover's shaft.

The wolf ducked her head down between her arms as Hans thrusts, paws on her hips for balance as he moaned and pulls her back to him with every thrust. Grinding in deep, the bat's breath quickened, chest heaving as water trickled between the joining of their bodies, Bethany's tail wagging wetly and slapping his abdomen. She yelped, resting her forehead against the cool wall as the shower warmed whether it hit her fur, breading on her eyelashes as she blinked it out of here eyes.

Yet she was too susceptible to the ways of her bat, who had learned the nuances of her body under her playfully strict tutelage. She hissed through her teeth as he drove in as deep as he possibly could, angling his hips to hit that patch of nerves inside her pussy that pushed her into a chorus of howls like her ancestors of times gone past. Bethany tensed, muscles stiff down the line of her back, a low, needy grunt bursting from her lips. She panted open-mouthed as her tongue lolled from her muzzle and she yowled like a bitch in heat.

By the gods! The wolf shook like a leaf as she was bred, taking every thrust with a little squirm of her hips, pushing back into him with ever increasing lust. He didn't hold back, not like he used to, driving into her with the force of a lover possessed - a lover that knew, intimately, what she craved and exactly how to deliver it. He knew what she could take - and more - every bit of what he had to offer. What was it about being fucked up against the wall that got her so worked up?

Already, the nudge of pleasure rose, forcing itself dominantly into the forefront of her mind. Demanding attention, ecstasy played on her senses, making every drop of water hitting her fur seem heightened in sensation to far beyond what it should have been. Hans' cock thrust into her warm tunnel with a lewd, wet slap, hips slamming into her rump as he growled and arched his body over hers, teasing across her shoulder blades.

"Ah..."

She rolled her head back, blinking water out of her eyes as she looked back over her shoulder at the dark shape of her back, the bathroom light glimmering to his rear. She held herself steady - well, as steady as was possible in her current position - and drew in a sharp breath.

"Ah..." She moaned, arms trembling as she as she braced herself, her world devolving into one of sensation alone. "Hans...I..."

Words were not forthcoming and she growled, clenching her teeth. She sucked in breath after breath, muzzle open and panting as heavily as if she had run a race, tail flicked out of the way the best she could. It wanted to move, however, and twitched back and forth in semblance of a wag as she fourth off oncoming orgasm, driven right up to the vary pinnacle from the smooth thrust of his shaft alone. As Hans ground up against her, leaning over her back with a feral growl, she shuddered bodily, awash with the sensation that she would orgasm right then and there, toes curling.

As quick as she may have been to tickle the edge of climax, her bat proved swifter. Latching on to her hips with a grip that she could not have escaped from if she'd tried, he slammed in with the full force of his body. She squealed, rocking against the wall, and gasped as he hammered in, head tucked down against her shoulder blades. His hot breath mingled with steam, washing over her shoulders, and she flattened her palms more securely against the wall, using every ounce of leverage she had to push back like a bitch in heat.

"Hans!"

She cried his name as the bat pounded her, ears slipping further and further back, almost like hers when she was getting close to her own peak. She would have smiled if she had not been so distracted, but, as it was, she could only let out a long, low moan as his thrusts sped up even more, hips slapping her rump wetly with every, brutal thrust.

Beth's eyes rolled back into her head. This was what she lived for! This moment!

Letting out a guttural moan that was shocking to hear from the little bat's lips, Hans drove in one final time and shuddered as climax claimed him. Beth swore she felt every moment of his cock pulsing within her tight pussy, sending spurt after spurt of fertile seed deep into her passage. Breathing heavily, she tried to control herself, enjoying the moment as every inch of her skin tingled with warmth, steam wafting around the two of them in the cubicle.

She resisted the urge to shake water from her fur, shoulder juddering up briefly as her lover leaned over her, arms encircling her waist. She pushed into his touch, groaning, and wagged her tail, slick hair against his soft stomach.

Yet the heat would not go until her lover had satisfied her. Twisting her head around beyond what was comfortable, she shot him a lustful look and whined, eyes wide and eager. It would have taken a fool to misunderstand what she wanted and, laughing breathlessly, Hans stole a swift kiss from her open mouth, tongue teasing fleetingly against hers.

Dropping to his knees as his cock still drooled the odd, weakening spurt of cum, the bat hungrily spread her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and leaned in. Cum gleamed on the edge of her slit, the majority poured too deep to seep out quickly, but he paid it no mind, locking his lips around her clit with a lusty groan. Beth hissed and jerked her hips, claws scrabbling over the smooth wood panels as pleasure abruptly spiked.

Pressing her forehead to the cool wood, she howled as orgasm clutched her, holding her in a grip far too tight to even consider escaping. She lost sense of reality, only aware of a tongue pressing to her nub as fingers - three digits? - drove into her needy cunt, giving her every drop of pleasure her body craved. Arching and bucking like a creature possessed, the wolf twisted back and forth through climax until her legs trembled and she feared that they would no longer hold the weight of her body. Her pussy twitched around her lover's fingers as she came back to herself, panting and pressed up to the wall as if it was the only thing that was keeping her upright.

"Wow..." Beth murmured faintly, even her voice light on her lips.

Hans' lips twitched in a rare smirk.

"Only 'wow? Is that all you can say?"

His words would have been stronger if he had not been breathing quickly, chest rising and falling too swiftly to be comfortable as he strove to regain lost breath. Beth's head spun and it was all she could do to press herself to her lover and crush her lips into his as the bat gently turned her into the water and soaped her up from head to toe. His cock hung soft between his thighs, gleaming under the steady stream of water, as he washed her as tenderly as he would bathe a cub.

Beth was dimly aware of being led to the bed, a hazing afterglow enveloping her like a cloud, and stretching out across it as the bat returned to the shower. Yet it was only a matter of time before her senses returned and , with it, the burning lust that she always seemed to carry locked within her chest.

The wolf licked her lips and groaned, arching her breasts into her paws as she trailed them down her body, teasing her way to her pussy. Too sensitive after climaxing only a short while ago, it throbbed beneath the lightest touch of her fingertips, leaving her gasping and rocking her hips up to her paw. She rolled her head back, expelling breath sharply from her nostrils as her tongue lolled from her muzzle. Would nothing sate her need? She flushed, cheeks warming. Maybe she enjoyed her bat's company a little too much.

Sprawled on the bed, Beth hooked one leg up close to her chest and waited for her bat to emerge from the shower. The look he gave her when he finally saw her in all her splendour, spread naked before him, was more then worth it.

Blowing the bat a kiss even as his cock rose to greet her, the wolf spread her legs for him, flat on her back as her pussy lips flushed with blood.

"Is it too much to ask for another round, my sweet?"

Hans grinned widely and pounced before she could even finish the question.

***

"You look a bit chilled up here!"

Beth grinned, pushing up her ski mask as she scooted lightly across the snow at the top of the slopes to Hans' side. It wasn't a particularly difficult run, but her skin burned beneath her fur, sweat flattening clumps to her skin. Fir trees, evergreen throughout the depths of Colorado summer - confusingly named to the uninitiated - littered the slope, allowing them at least some variation in the expanse of too-white snow. She dug her boot into the snow and kicked up a cloud of powder, giggling at how it scattered so beautifully against the backdrop of mountains ever reaching for a sky they could not conquer.

Her bat didn't share her moment of joy in simplicity, too much attention. Shaking his head, the bat jabbed one of his ski poles into the snow, leaving it pointed up as he adjusted a fat glove around his paw. A freezing wind lifted flurries of snow up to his muzzle and he shivered, wiping them from his flatter snout with a muffled grumble against the collar of thick jacket.

"I would expect it to be a little colder up here, Bethany," he said, adjusting his goggles, and swept ice crystals from his cheeks. "I do not mean to be rude, but this is rather an easy run for someone with my level of experience."

Beth raised an eyebrow, through it was lost beneath the edge of her goggles, propped up on her forehead.

"I am keeping you back?"

The bat shook his head, through his lips twisted.

"Not at all..." He shrugged. "The black runs are more interesting, but this is entertaining also."

He shot her a worried look, forehead creasing.

"I don't mean that I would rather be up there, Bethany," he hastened to add, holding up his paws. "I adore spending time with you - truly, I do."

The wolf tilted her head to the side, murmuring softly to herself as the beginnings of an idea came to light in the back of her mind with the warmth beneath her snow jacket. For the wolf had at least one trick up her sleeve to keep her bat duly 'entertained' when he was forced to keep pace with her.

"I know what would warm you up..." Beth murmured, pressing the length of her body up to his side. "I know vary well what would help you enjoy this slope a little more, sweetheart..."

The bat stiffened - she would have later sworn that it was not just his muscles that tensed - and turned his head with exaggerated slowness to look her up and down.

"Bethany..." His voice was low, harsh as if it was being dragged over coarse bark. "We cannot possibly do anything like that here. Do not even allow the thought to enter your mind. I'm serious this time!" He added quickly as she pouted, swinging her rump from side to side as she leaned into him.

"If you please."

She pushed off him and slipped her goggles down, sparing him a glance as she balanced herself, ready to shoot off down the slope.

"If you don't want me, you will not follow me. The choice there is entirely yours, Hans."

Pushing off, she let gravity tug her down, wind whipping past her cheeks. She yelped for sheer joy as she sped along, quicker with every passing second, a trail of powder cutting through her wake. Her path was not without reason, however, and she swung sharply across the slope into a cluster of pine trees that would at least allow them some shelter from the wind. She didn't care much for the eyes of other slope-goers.

Stepping out of her skis, the wolf stepped further between the trees, turning to watch as Hans followed surprisingly closely at her heels, skidding to a halt to a spray of snow. Bethany lunged for him, crushing her body against his as she dragged him further in, barely giving him time to get rid of his own skis in her haste.

"I knew you'd follow," she breathed against his cheek, fumbling with his Salopettes. "I knew you wanted me!"

The bat smiled and pressed his lips to hers, breath mingling.

"Bethany, I will never stop wanting you."

The wolf grinned and pushed on his shoulders until he slipped back between the trees, letting her ease him to the snow and onto his back, trying to sit up even as she leaned on his shoulders.

"You didn't take much convincing," she giggled, pressing him back in the snow. "I thought I'd have to drag you down here myself."

The bat trebled and groaned as she managed to free one strap on his Salopettes, allowing her enough space to push them down and pull out his cock, pushed up slightly by the tight waistband. Hans sucked in a sharp breath, cock softening the instant it was freed.

"It's freezing!" He hissed, clenching his jaw. "Bethany!"

Quickly taking him into her muzzle, Bethany suckled him back to full hardness, ignorant for the moment to the heat between her legs. She bobbed her muzzle on his shaft, letting the bat stroke through the fur on the top of her head, and broke free after she was sure he would not soften again, a trail of spittle briefly connecting her lips to his smooth length.

"You shall simply allow me to worm you up on the slopes then, Hans."

She shot him a cheeky wink, tail wagging as she yanked her salopettes down and wriggled out of them and her trousers beneath. They warmed her fur, when on, and she yelped as a chill bite caught her tail, lifting it up as she pushed the clothing down on either side of her bat so she did at least not have to stand on the snow. The trousers tangled around one boot, but, as her bare pussy flushed with blood with nothing to protect it from his hard shaft and the cool nip of air, she simply found that she didn't care one bit.

She lowered herself over his hips and angled his shaft just right, wriggling back and forth until the tip nuzzled between her lips. Head rolling back, the wolf bit down a groan, bearing down as the bat clutched at her, scrabbling between her and the snow as his pleasure shot up. Her warmth enveloped his shaft - a welcome heat in comparison to the chill slopes - and he struggled to keep his head up from the snow as she slid down, nestling the fur of her crotch against his lower abdomen.

Bethany's chest rose sharply as she inhaled, rising with her hind paws tucked beneath her body only to push down roughly, paws splayed on her bat's chest. The bat squirmed, cutting an outline into the snow, as he fought to thrust up into her, yet found no purchase with which to do so. Thus forced to endure the sensual rocking of her hips, the bat gasped and groaned, pleading for more that she was only too happy to deliver as she rode him, thighs burning pleasantly.

The wolf arched down, lips forced up to his and tongue in his muzzle, drawing him into a kiss that he eagerly returned, paws running down the crinkling material of her jacket. There was no need for self control when their liaison was forced to be brief and Beth held nothing back as she rode her partner for all she was worth, hips slamming down forcibly to compact snow beneath their bodies. Heat pricked across her skin, warning off the chill, yet she knew she could not stay so exposed for long. Hans fared better with his cock buried in her snatch, filling her up as deliciously as he always did, his only weakness his prone position and inability to hold back when presented with her.

The bat rolled his head and groaned as she clenched around him, juices making his glide and passage a smooth, easy thrust as the wolf's breath caught in her throat.

"Bethany," he growled, eyes wild. "I'm..."

She didn't know why he felt the need to announce it, but, as he tipped his head back in preparation for a moan that would surely alert the entire slope to their presence, she clapped her paw over his lips, hissing through her teeth.

"Don't you dare!" She glared at him, squeezing her pussy around his cock with every ounce of muscle control she possessed. "Not until I do."

The bat quailed and nodded meekly, jaw tense as he held off the inevitable, looking off at something over her shoulder. He half-closed his eyes and Bethany took the pleasure she needed from him, bearing down so that he teased over that special spot inside her that made her fingertips tingle oh so pleasurably. The wolf moaned softly, more careful then her partner, despite his wariness in their illicit public liaison. He clung to her, fingers digging into her shoulders, as he twisted back and forth, expression contorting as much as his body as he held back and back and back. The wolf shuddered in a shock of ludicrous fear, with an inappropriate giggle, that he would explode from self-restraint, through not in the way she wished.

Luckily for him, the wolf was not far behind in reaching a peak that she would have no trouble tipping off. Bethany's breath hitched as she raced towards climax, welcoming it with a smile and open arms. The wolf couldn't hold in a howl as she crashed into orgasm, bucking and arching wildly on her partner as he suddenly thrust up into her, hips slamming near painfully into her. Her head spun and she yipped loudly - too loudly - as they kicked up snow, her bat's lips parting sensually as he was finally allowed orgasm that he may have thought, for a moment, was due to be denied.

But Beth was not that way inclined. She gasped open-mouthed as the chill air caressed her cheeks, tail wagging faintly as her lover filled her. She could only imaging the amount of seed he was pouring into her, each spurt drawing a little buck from his hips, and licked her lips at the thought of savouring it later. Dollop after dollop she would draw from her dripping sex on the tip of her finger, licking and sucking it off with relish before she demanded her partner took her again and again and again until they slipped into sweet sleep.

As Hans ejaculated into her, hips juddering up to meet the wolf's needy grinds, a pair of skis cut through the snow outside the copse of trees. A deer with a full rack of antlers took a double-take as he caught the flash of their brightly coloured snow gear through the trees. He veered closer, dangerously so, as if concerned for their safety, but suddenly recoiled, realisation dawning on him as he shook his head. Turning on the edge of his ski, he shot off back down the slope, barely nudging the back of his skis together to take the edge off his headlong plunge down the mountain, letting the slope take him where it willed.

"Cubs these days," he muttered, a smile tugging up his lips on one side as he continued down the slope, antlers rattling against his custom made helmet. "They'll never learn until they find one in their belly, I tell you."

His words whipped away in the wind as he shot down the slope at a pace, leaning forward and tucking the poles up to his sides. The howls of the lovers - far from the cubs he called them - echoed behind him and his smile widened into a grin as he laughed to the empty air and remembered his adventures in his youth, back when grey hairs didn't lace his fur. Perhaps they would build as many memories as he and his wife did.

Hans and Beth were certainly set to try!