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The Cops' New Toys

A Police Corruption and Mafia story by:

Marciana Abbatelli (Marci) & Ra'Arsenio Basilio (Arsen)

Part 6: Overnight and Early Morning Lessons

Marciana shifted as she could, sliding her boots off her hindpaws and slid under the covers, scooting towards the middle, but not quite the exact middle of the bed, and turned onto her right side, giving him plenty of room to curl up behind her. The removal of her boots left her bare-furred, but he still had his boxers on from earlier. She still didn't know what a male looked like between their legs, but she figured she'd learn soon enough from her husband-to-be. Her body trembled with the desire he'd woken in her, and while she felt it coursing through her, it was already starting to lighten up a little bit. But she ached for him.

Arsen watched from the side of the bed as she climbed under the covers and turned so she was facing away from him. He smirked and pushed his boxers off of his waist and let them fall, leaving him as nude as she, and sporting quite the erection. He climbed up behind her in the bed, and scooted until he could put his arm around her. He tucked his hips up to hers and felt as his cock nestled snugly between her asscheeks. He licked the side of her neck and purred in her ears, “Goodnight, my love."

She knew a big change for her was going to be getting used to having someone sleeping with her, so sleeping with her new fiancee before the wedding would be a perfect way to both get used to sharing a bed with him as well as learning a little more about him. So far, she's discovered that he'd fallen for her before meeting her in fur, that he's disillusioned with the legal system around the world, that he knows how to get her worked up without taking her virginity before the wedding, that he was comfortable in letting her make decisions if she knew more about the situation than he did.

With her back to him as he undressed and climbed into the bed, she was unaware that his boxers came off and he was as nude as she was. It wasn't until he tucked her rump into the cradle of his body that she was aware that he was naked. She felt his hard shaft tucked between her cheeks, nestled in her cream colored cleft, so close to her core, yet so far away. A shiver raced through her as he licked her neck, a soft whimper slipping from her throat. “Goodnight, Arsen," she murmured, the hecticness of the day and the wickedness of the night getting to her as she closed her eyes.

Arsen felt her shiver against his body and he gave her another purr as he curled his arms around her and pulled her in against him. He laid his head down then and nuzzled her hair, smelling her scent and letting it fill him. He had slept with women before of course, many times, but usually his bed was only filled for a night or two at most. This would get him used to sleeping with another on a more permanent basis.

He soon drifted off into the black comfort of sleep, but the sleep lasted only for a few hours before he had again awakened. He found himself laying there, thinking everything over and considering life and where it would take him, then considering the young femme in his paws. Arsen nuzzled her some more, and then with a smirk he let one of his paws drift down between her legs and begin to, ever-so-gently, massage her pubic mound and her labia.

Despite being exhausted from all the events of the day, it took a little for Marci to fall asleep. But when she did, it was deep and restful. She didn't know how many females had slept with her fiance in the past, but she would guarantee that her bed was the only one he needed to spend the nights in from now on. But at least he agreed that she should be there to see the methods he was going to use to break in the girls for the ring.

Finally falling asleep, she snuggled closer to Arsen, her rump pressing tightly to his groin even before he woke up and moved his paw to start teasing her with his fingers and pad rubbing her mons and labia. She shifted some, trying to either move away from the paw or into the paw, it was rather difficult to tell with how much she was squirming and writhing against him. She tried to turn onto her back, but the cuddling with Arsen didn't lend to her moving too easily.

Arsen was careful not to wake her with his touching, at least he tried his best not to. He was just toying with her while she slept, his paw groping his lovely wife-to-be as she laid beside him. The touches were gentle, loving, and teasing. His lips kissed on her shoulder and the back of her head softly, and a deep purring came from his chest. This wouldn't last long. He wanted to make sure she had a good night's rest, but he also wondered what she would be like if she woke up horny from his touching.

Marci shifted against him as he kept petting her between her legs, then settled as she felt his muzzle against her shoulder and the back of her hair as he kissed her. She was nestled close to him, so his purring vibrated through her body, helping to keep her soothed enough to let him play with her body the way he wanted to. Of course, her squirming and shifting and writhing kept a certain part of him nice and hard, eager to fill her, somewhere….

As much as her lover would have loved to push his fat shaft into a tight, hot little hole, he knew it wasn't a good idea. Not now, and not here, in any case. Once they were married he would have to do some serious thinking about how to work with his peculiar interests in female anatomy, and her family. Obviously some of the things he liked to do would not be suitable for anything less than a private room, when done with her. Perhaps they could utilize the honeymoon suites…

He felt her butt rubbing into him, her tight rump stroking his cock and the fur of her tail brushing the tip of it with each movement. He let out a groan and his paw pressed harder into her cunt, which he felt start to slick up and get drippy all over again. Arsen smirked and whispered softly, “Such a soft pussy...such a lovely femme...I love you Marci…"

The insistent rubbing and pressure against her nethers had brought about more of that delicious wetness he'd created in her earlier. Soft whimpers started in her chest and throat, and she wiggled her hips back and forth, between his paw and his shaft. She shifted against him, wanting to roll to her back when his words settled her down, instead, relaxing fully in his arms and surrendering herself to his tender ministrations.

Arsen felt the soft-furred femme relax into his body as he whispered to her gentle words. That and the way he was touching her was sure to have her needy the following day. A perfect mindset for teaching her more about his body, for pushing her farther. By the time their wedding night rolled around, she was going to be the perfect minx for him. He slipped his paw deeper between her legs and ran the pads of it across her clit one by one, then pulled his hand away and simply held her again. “Sleep tight darling…" he purred.

Whines were interspersed in her whimpers, unaware of what she was doing in her sleep, as his paw moved deeper between her softly furred thighs. A quiet, nearly unheard gasp slipped from her as his finger pawpads ran over her tender, sensitive clit. Her body arched towards his paw as he pulled it back, leaving her teetering on the edge of something. It took a little longer this time for her body to settle down again.

After Arsen fell back to sleep, the remainder of the night slipped by without incident. Morning rolled around and this time, Marci was the one to wake up first. Careful not to wake him, she shifted until she was facing him, her gaze on his face.

He did not wake immediately the following morning, rather he remained asleep until the sun was at last pouring into the room and the breeze off of the grape fields was stirring the curtains. Arsen awakened with a wide yawn, his ears flattening to his head and his back arching. The lids of his eyes fluttered and then opened and he smiled as he found himself staring into Marci's gaze. “Good morning," he purred deeply, then leaned forward and planted a lick on the end of her nose. “Did you sleep well, my sweet?"

She blushed at the lick to the tip of her nose, then leaned down and kissed him shyly. “Good morning. And yes, I did, after I got used to having someone, namely you, in the bed with me. Not even the boys ever slept in the bed with me when we were younger. It just didn't happen." She wiggled slightly against him, then looked at him, her voice dropping to a whisper as she stretched herself out. “You looked so cute while you were sleeping. Almost like a cub denied a treat. But you didn't get denied a treat. Just need to wait for it. And you know that treat will be worth the wait."

Arsen smiled and rolled over onto his back as she whispered and stretched. He languidly pushed his limbs out and let his tail go stiff for a few moments beneath the light coverings and then he propped himself up on one elbow and reached over to trace little swirls in her fur, “I'm counting on that treat being worth the wait. But as with last night, I'm sure we can get up to plenty of fun things long before the wedding night." He yawned again, “So how does breakfast happen around here?"

She grinned and arched towards his paw as he reached to trace the designs swirled in her fur. “Well, we could have the staff ring us food. Or we can go down and get something. Option one is good when the boys need to be avoided. Option two has a couple options to it. The staff can get us breakfast in the dining room, or we can grab some coffee here and food either on the way to Bari or at the resort itself. Which would you prefer?"

Her serval lover and husband to be smiled at her, his purring continuing softly in the background as she pushed her body closer to his paw when he started touching her. They were gentle, playfully little touches that were just serving as a way to keep them in contact. “Well, I haven't met your brothers, and I should do that sooner rather than later, just in case they disapprove and challenge me to a duel or something," he chuckled. “I feel as though we should certainly spend more time today getting to…" he chuckled, “Know one another more." His eyes fell upon her body once more, eyeing the way that the sheets were gathered up just below her breasts and they were out in the open air with hard nipples pointing outward. She looked so gorgeous in the early morning light.

“Do you have 'business' to tend to today? I should also get introduced into the workings of it so that I will be equipped when we are married. And eventually we should begin talking about my own operation. It may not be going into business until after the marriage, but plans should be laid."

She ducked her head as his eyes drifted to her bared breasts, then lifted them to meet his, giving him a hesitant smile. “So breakfast downstairs so you can meet the heathens. As for getting to know each other, we have the option of here or at the resort. The resort would give us more privacy to get to know each other better. And there's always business to take care of - the resort, the wineries, the oil factories, and the other family business. Luckily, we have knowledgeable furs in charge of the legal businesses, so I only get reports on them, and deal with the other in person. But you're right, you should learn everything you can about ALL of them."

She arched and stretched against him, her body pressing against his. “Before we get breakfast, though, I need a shower. How about you?"

“Why don't we try out the resort for our alone time later? Maybe even stay over there tonight." He gave a smile and a little shrug, reaching over to gently stroke her chin with his paw and give her a wink, “Breakfast downstairs sounds good too. And then some time with a couple of the businesses, and then together again, I think?" Already he was trying to take charge a little with how the day would go, what they would do. He would show her that he was both capable of making decisions, and competent when he did so.

A playful grin lit up his face and he purred, leaning down to kiss her on the lips and gently rub his body against hers. They were both dirty and needed a shower. “I should take one too," he leaned up to nip at her ears and lick them, then he stared into her eyes. “Is it big enough for two? Or should I hang back so we don't get too excited?"

She leaned into his paw as he stroked her chin and jawline, a soft murr rumbling from her as she listened to his idea for the itinerary for the day. “Would you prefer the wineries or the oil factories first? Both businesses are closer to home, so we could swing by them on the way to Bari and the resort. We can go over the resort books and things later this afternoon and if something comes up with the other business, we'll be there to handle it. I'm certain Papai would agree that your plans for today would be a good use of time, while giving me time to get to know you as well - both in our personal life, as well as the business life."

The kiss to her lips, followed by the nip to her ears had her whining softly as she pressed tighter to him, fresh jolts of desire rushing through her. Grabbing his paw, she rolled to the edge of the bed, pulling him with her. “The shower is big enough for us both. And you said there's ways to teach me that will leave me a virgin for our wedding night, right?"

“Either will be suitable," he deferred, giving a small shrug as he was tugged toward the edge of the bed, “Let us visit them in the order you mentioned. Wineries and then the oil factories." Arsen released her paw long enough to clamber out of the confining covers and then again catch her by the fingers and follow her toward the bathroom. “I should hope that the shower is big enough for us in any case. We will have much need of it with our combined lusts, I think," a wink was directed toward her.

“There are many ways to have sex, Marci," he said with a smile. “And quite a few of them don't involve me sticking my cock up your pretty little pussy." He caught up to her and patted her rump with one paw, “How about oral? I did it to you last night. And anal...intense and very primal…"

She blushed at the reminder of what he did to her the night before, a look of shyness and uncertainty on her face before she ducked her muzzle for a moment. “Do all males do that? Lick females like you did? Do all females like it? Or am I strange for liking the feel of your muzzle between my legs and your tongue there?" It seemed she was curious about what they'd done the night before as well as what else they could do. “Do I do the same thing to you?" Lifting her head again, she looked him in the eye, the shyness and uncertainty still there, but tempered by her curiosity and eagerness to please him. “Does 'intense and primal' mean I'll be loud? If so, we might need to wait until we get to the resort later on."

The level of innocence that Marci displayed almost every time that Arsen brought up sexual matters was amazing. In the United States, even the UK, nearly every child over the age of 13 knew about most sexual acts that could be performed. They may not know the details, but oral and vaginal intercourse were commonplace and anal wasn't far behind. To think that Marci would be questioning these things…. He smiled.

“It varies from couple to couple. But it is a rare femme that dislikes having her pussy licked by a talented tongue, male or female." His eyes tracked her as they kept on toward the bathroom, “But not all males like to do so. Some think that it makes them weak and submissive. I personally like watching the control I have over the femme's pleasure. As for doing it to me...it's a bit different when oral is performed on a male, but obviously your mouth is generally used." He noted the shyness in her gaze, “Intense and Primal mean that….well...yeah. You'll be pretty loud. It will be an experience you won't forget in a hurry. I warn you now that I love anal sex and I'll train you to have me do it to you...often."

The look in his eyes as he mentioned how much he loved anal sex sent a shiver of anticipation through her and the faint hint of her newly-born arousal rose in the air between them. Her tongue slid over her lips and muzzle, her eyes softening and hooding with building desire. “If we do these before the wedding, would I still be the virgin I want to be on our wedding night?" Her voice was soft and shy as she asked, then rose just a little to finish relaying the reason behind her desire to wait, “I was raised with very old-fashioned values. Neither of my parents believe in premarital sex. Even while they were in the rain forest, they didn't have sex, though they were forced, by limited number of tents and stuff, to sleep together during their journey back to Rio."

“I suppose that depends on what you consider as 'virginity'. Some femmes consider that as a 'no sex' at all before marriage. No oral, no anal, and definitely no vaginal. Some femmes mean no sleeping together, no nudity, etc." Arsen shrugged, “I guarantee that neither oral or anal sex will break your hymen." That was the best explanation and security he could give her. “I promise that I will not penetrate your vagina with anything until the wedding night. But if you would rather abstain from the rest of it until then, I can understand."

She turned to him and lifted her paw to his jaw, a soft smile on her muzzle. “Well, it's a little late for me to say no nudity or sleeping together, isn't it? Besides, I felt safe in a way I've never felt before. I want to learn how to please you best, but I don't want my hymen broken before our wedding night. Also, after you get the ring setup, I have another rule - You sleep at home with me, or wherever we are. Not with one of the whores. What kind of training are you planning on giving them?"

They were in the spacious bathroom now, and she was able to reach over and push a button, the shower turning on behind her. It was large, easily able to hold 5 or 6 large furs with space to spare. The entire ceiling was set to rain down on them as well as a few spots on the wall to get harder to reach areas clean.

The bathroom they stood in was luxurious to say the least. But then the entire place was what he would call ultra-high-end when it came to decor and amenities. Perhaps someday they would have their own villa. He liked the outdoors as much as he enjoyed the ocean. After all, his ancestry was from the wild savannahs of Africa.

Arsen smiled at the touch to his jaw, “I don't want to deprive you of your hymen. You have my word." he bent his head to kiss her hand, and then quirked a brow at her words, “Another rule?" He smirked, “Anything for you, my sweet. If you are going to be bowing to my wishes in the bedroom as I train you to what I like, then the least I can do is allow you the pleasure of expressing those skills at every chance you get." He bent down to lick her nose, wrapping an arm around her waist for a brief moment, “What kind? It depends on the whore. Some will be easy, maybe even willing. The others will require breaking...and perhaps long hard hours of fucking in order to bend them to our way of thinking. Me, or my men that I will hire, or even some dommes, will take care of it. At first we'll start small so it will be all under my direct supervision until things run more smoothly."

Her paw slid to his, tugging him with her under the water of the shower, shaking her head. “I meant, are you going to have to do oral, anal or vaginal with them? I'd prefer if one of the other males did the last one. I don't mind the idea of you fucking them in the ass or choking them on what I felt by my cheeks this morning. But I'd rather keep that one to just us. Something private for us, you know what I mean?"

Arsen considered a moment as he was pulled into the shower with his lover and soon to be wife. He eyed her as she spoke. “I was intending on fucking them all three ways. I may love anal but that doesn't mean that I love vaginal any less." he looked at her as the water from above poured down over the both of them, dampening the fur covering their bodies, “Perhaps I can see my way through to doing that though. Or maybe fuck each one in the cunt only once." His orange eyes tracked her face, wanting to see her reactions, “However, if it really means alot to you, then I suppose I could consent to that as well. Or perhaps you will aid me in breaking them and you can take that part yourself."

Her head tilted slightly as the water cascaded onto them, listening to him. “If you fuck them in each hole, and you teach me to pleasure you using each hole I have, what difference is there between me and one of the whores? But if vaginal is just between us, it makes it more.. special, more.. intimate, more OURS." She turned her head, thinking through some things, then back to him. “Until what we did last night, which wasn't much, due to my requirement of being a virgin on our wedding night, I've never experimented or thought about sex or anything like that. I'm not sure how I'll react when I'm with you and you're fucking the whore, but I know that I'd rather be with you and seeing it, than hearing about it after the fact, or worse… But I don't want any of the whores getting knocked up and then trying to force their brat on us, claiming it's yours. I want any child of yours to be the ones I bear you, not some whore's brat."

Arsen gave her a nod and smiled a little bit, “There is some pleasure to be had in sometimes taking what is not freely given. But I understand your point and…" He gave her a warm smile, “Very well. I Agree. We alone shall have vaginal sex. The whores will have to be content with a dildo, or a fucking machine, or one of my men." He reached up to put a hand on the back of her neck, “I want us to agree and our marriage to flow smoothly." A smirk lit his lips, “I won't always agree to what you want, but I will always listen to your position on things and take it into consideration."

Her paws slid up to his chest and then to his shoulders as she got on her toes and kissed him. “Thank you." Returning her hindpaws back to the floor of the shower, she leaned against him and let her fingers lightly scritch through his fur, getting the water under the fur to really work on cleaning him. “I don't expect to get my way in everything, or even in most things. But this one, along with my hymen remaining intact until our wedding night, is very important to me, and I'm glad you're willing to forego vaginal with the whores. Besides, you can always take them in the ass, and I bet you can do it more painfully there than vaginally."

“You're welcome," he said, smiling as she rubbed her paws over his chest. His head dropped to kiss her on the lips as she pushed up toward him. “I could tell this was important to you. And I don't see anything wrong with it. You're right of course, I can still make anal as painful as I want for them." He paused and glanced down at her, as she started to wash him with her fingers. “You'll be in pain too. I have a drug that I can give you which will dull the pain, but it won't take everything away and it isn't permanent." He smiled and winked at her, “But I do love anal, so I'm afraid it's something you'll just have to deal with."

Leaning her head against his chest, she murred softly, her tail wagging behind her. “I want to make you the happiest male alive. If that means I have to 'deal' with some pain during anal, then I will. But who knows? I might enjoy it as much as you. We'll have to find out." She kissed his chest then moved slightly to grab a bottle of fur wash and started soaping him up. Her claws ran through his fur to really wash him, though as she got to his groin, she hesitated, not sure how much pressure to use washing him there.

Arsen gave her a warm smile and knew, just knew, that she was the femme for him. It was rare to find a woman in this day and age that was willing to put herself in the place of serving her male's every whim without even knowing the extent of everything he might ask of her. “I would hope that you do come to enjoy it, maybe even through the pain. Some femmes, I've heard, enjoy that kind of thing." He bent his head to kiss between her ears, “We'll find out, yes indeed."

With that he fell silent and let her get to work washing him. It was a bit unexpected that she was taking it on herself to do so, but then he was looking forward to touching her in return if she would allow him to wash her. Not that he thought she would stop him, but he wondered if she would protest anything about it not being his 'place' to clean her up.

Skipping his groin for the moment, she crouched down and cleaned his legs before moving back to that area, still crouched down in front of him. She looked up at him shyly and said, “Tell me if I'm too light or whatever. I don't want to hurt you, but I also don't want to leave any part of you unwashed." She reached forward, her soapy paws stroking over his sheath lightly - almost too lightly. Definitely not hard enough to clean anything.

“You can work at it harder than that, darling," Arsen said with a smile and another wink down at her. “Just don't squeeze my balls too hard. For the sheath, just use the same amount of force that you would for your breasts or your vagina. You won't hurt it. The most you'll do is get an erection poking you in the face," he chuckled a little and ran his fingers through her soaking wet fur and hair. “You should get used to touching it anyway. You're going to have plenty of close contact with it from here on out," his words and expression were playful as he said it.

She looked up at him and nodded, putting more effort into her washing and handling of her husband-to-be. Her paws were gentle but rather insistent while washing his balls, and a little firmer as she worked his sheath with her paws. She moved from his sheath back to his balls, her eyes on the slit at the tip of his sheath. If she should get used to it, she might as well get her first look at it now. It could only help her get used to touching him and all… The tip of her tongue appeared, licking her lips as she focused on what she was doing, and only a brief glance up at him was given as she felt his paw in her hair.

The shower was large, spacious, and they were standing in the middle of it with plenty of room on all sides for the two of them to move about if necessary. However that meant he really had nothing to steady himself with, so he simply spread his hindpaws apart a little as she scrubbed and rubbed between his legs to get him clean. He felt his shaft beginning to stir from her touching, and also realized that her own scent was filling his nostrils and the sight of her nude body was exciting him as well. It wasn't long, as she kept touching him, that the tip of his shaft emerged from the slit atop his sheath. “Go ahead and give it a lick…" he purred, “it will appear more soon enough."

Her head tilted as she heard his words, then leaned towards him, her breath warm as it brushed over the emerging tip of his cock while her muzzle was parting to let her tongue slip back out to lick him. And lick him she did. Her broad, canine tongue lapped over the exposed tip, teasing more of him into showing for her. Her teeth barely brushed his flesh, as she was trying to keep them from raking him too hard. She didn't want to cause pain the first time she attempted to give him pleasure. Her paws slid down his legs, stroking those firm cords of muscles as she licked and bathed his cock with her tongue.

Arsen smiled as she leaned in and touched her tongue to the tip of his shaft. It throbbed at the contact and swelled a little, pushing further from its sheath. The sensitive tip felt her teeth brushing it too and he adjusted his feet a little, letting out a little grunt at the sensation, “Not with your teeth, Marci. A little teeth brushing it is ok, but biting at all is a serious, serious thing." He gave her a quirky smile and a little wink down at her. “Just keep teasing it until it's out of its sheath. Your first oral lesson might as well happen right now in the shower."

She gazed up at him, showing that she was trying not to use her teeth on him if she could help it. Her tongue kept lapping at his tip and the length of him as he exposed more and more of his shaft from the sheath. She was lucky that the water was still cascading down on them, washing the soap from his sheath, so she wasn't licking soap off him as well. Turning slightly, she licked up his length, then flicked her tongue against the slit at the very tip of his cock. Behind her, her tail wagged, sending the scent of her into the air of the shower stall.

Arsen knew she wasn't trying to use her teeth, and that was why he mentioned it. She would need to know that teeth on genitals, at least most of the time, was not acceptable. Unless of course it was him doing it to her perhaps….or one of the whores. He smiled down at her as she licked along his length and around the slit at the top of his cock. He groaned and his hips pushed up a little bit, causing his shaft to slid out of its covering even more, exposing nearly the entire length, including the barbs along his cock that she would one day, very soon, feel gripping at her cunt and asswalls.

She kept licking up and down that length, feeling his barbs rubbing along her tongue as she bathed his cock with her saliva. Her tail wagged faster as he smiled down at her and she felt him pushing towards her. She had to be doing it right! Her eyes never left his face, watching the nuances crossing his features. Her fingers stroked his thighs, the claws raking through the fur lightly enough not to hurt him, but with enough pressure to let him know she was eager to learn how to please her mate-to-be.

It did feel good, perhaps better than he had anticipated, having her tending to his cock the way she was. Her licks were becoming more sure as she got a feel for both how he reacted, and how he tasted and felt in her mouth and on her tongue. He groaned a little, “Now put your mouth over it and suck. I know they call this a 'blowjob' but there really isn't much blowing, just sucking." He chuckled and gasped as his balls twitched and released a little stream of precum from the tip of his now fully expanded shaft.

Marci gave a single nod, then opened her mouth and took him into the warm, wet depths of her maw, being careful not to close down too much. Her tongue had even covered her bottom teeth, trying to keep them as far from his cock as possible as she suckled on his cock slightly. As she did so, the precum coated her tongue and slid down her throat, a murr of appreciation for his taste rumbling up her throat. Her eyes continued to gaze up at him, reading his reactions and facial expressions.

Arsen's cock was fully engorged now and he felt her tongue and lips around it as she tended to it gently. The sensations were amazing and his shaft vibrated along with the little noises she made. “Mnn… just like that. Now go deeper when you're comfortable," he urged, guiding her on so that she would know what to do and what he was liking beyond just what his face would show. His paw went to her hair and gently stroked it. The other paw reached out to steady himself on the nearest wall.

His words encouraged her and she eased her muzzle down a little more, going slowly enough that she could adjust to her maw being filled with his cock, but just fast enough to let him know she wasn't slacking. Her saliva coated what was in her maw, but the water cascading down on them in gentle sheets from the various shower-heads above, and to the side of, them made it easier for her to take him in without pulling back up first. She could only get half of him in her maw, though, before his tip hit the back of her throat.

Sometimes it seemed that felines weren't renowned for having the largest of cocks. That was not a problem that Arsen had to deal with, that was certain. He smiled as she pushed her muzzle down over his shaft, and he could tell she was being careful not to use her teeth at all, instead concentrating on letting her spit coat him and her tongue massage over his cock as she used her mouth to pleasure him. He kept his fingers in her hair and when he felt her hit bottom he used some light pressure to hold her there for just a moment, before letting her pull her mouth back if she wished. “Well? How do I taste?" he asked with a smirk.

She felt his fingers, firm against the back of her head as they tangled in her hair, holding her in place as his tip teased the back of her throat. It didn't impede her breathing, but it did tell her that it wouldn't be long before he was pushing down her throat. After all, he always got what he wanted… or, at least, that's how he came across. She eased back as he gave her the chance, his words being spoken before her maw was cleared of his cock. Looking up at him, her tongue licked her lips and she murred, “Delicious."

Arsen gave her another smile when she answered him, “Well, it sounds like we're perfect for one another. You tasted perfect last night too." He followed his words with a wink and then nodded, “Back to it again. I need some relief before we go for the day. Don't worry though, I'll be perfectly worked up again later for our next….lesson." He tangled his fingers in her hair and guided her mouth back toward his shaft, letting her slip it into her muzzle and then pushing her head down a little to get her moving once more.

She took him back into her mouth and started sucking on him again, working her way down to having nearly half his length in her maw again. Her eyes remained looking up at him as she slid up and down the length in her maw now, knowing that he would ease her into going further, if he wanted her to. But he could also wait until they retired for the night to push her further.

He felt the water still running over his fur and knew that they were pushing the time that they had spent in the shower a little bit. But then he didn't much care. He smirked to himself as she got to work once more, and his eyes never left hers while she worked his shaft. His paw in her hair moved until he felt the tip on her throat, “When you feel my cock going to your throat, swallow and let it push down a little. I'm not going to take you all the way right now, but soon enough it will be all down your throat…"

She gave a slow blink to let him know she heard him, then pulled back and pushed forward again, swallowing as she felt him against her throat again. The tip slid into her tight throat and her gag reflex kicked in. Her throat tightened around him, squeezing his tip as her stomach clenched from having him in her throat and her air cut off for the moment. Backing off, she breathed in, then tried again, taking 2 inches into her throat this time. And still, she gagged around his cock.

The second time he refused to let her pull away immediately. The clenching sensation on his tip was exquisite, but that wasn't the point. The point was to illustrate his control, and to get her to trust him by letting her know that he wouldn't harm her. Arsen released her head and let her pull off to catch a breath, “I think that's enough for now, Marci." He chuckled, “You'll learn. I'll have you deepthroating me on your own before the wedding. Maybe before the end of the week..."

She slowly pulled back as he released her, then rose to her hindpaws, her legs a little shaky under her. She liked having him in her mouth, and even though she'd gagged, she wanted to try taking him all the way. A small smile crossed her muzzle and she dropped back down before he could stop her and took him into her mouth again, pushing… pushing… pushing… 3 inches, 4… 5… finally she had her lips around the base of his cock, her nose in his groin fur, his cock fully entrenched in her mouth and throat. She looked up at him, her throat rippling around him as she gagged more, then slowly she pulled back and off his cock.

He thought they were finished, as he had said. But evidently she didn't think so. A gasp was what came out of his mouth as she was once again down on her knees, sucking his thick shaft into her mouth, this time without his help or insistence. She took it… all of it, in one long go. He felt her gagging and the sensations on his cock were wonderful. He thought about cumming down her throat, but decided that it would be better saved till later that day. The look in her eye said she was victorious and that made her happy, made her feel accomplished. Arsen laughed and gave her a nod, then gestured for her to stand once again, “You continue to surprise me, it seems…"

Once again, she got to her hindpaws, her legs shaking again and she leaned against him. Snuggling against him, she let her legs regain their steadiness as she looked up at him. “I promise to surprise you with something at least once a week. Just as I'm certain you'll surprise me as often with something." She looked at his freshly washed body, then down at hers. “I think it's time I wash up..."

Arsen smiled playfully and brought one paw down on her pert behind, “Well then, I shall do my best to also return the surprises." His tongue danced across her muzzle for a moment as she snuggled into him. “I should give you a spanking for not stopping when I said so, but then I'm alright with the surprise so I won't hold it against you." He licked her again and then nodded, “I think so." His paw reached out for the fur-wash and squirted it generously onto his paws so that he could begin to scrub her down.

A soft, startled yelp escaped her as he swatted her rump, but the smile on his muzzle told her he wasn't mad at her. But when his paw reached for the fur-wash, her eyes opened wide, then a shy smile and blush crossed her face, the blush only noticeable in her inner ears. Lifting her paws, she put herself into his paws for the washing. It was also a symbolic surrender of herself into his keeping before the wedding. She was his to explore, to play with, to sample - so long as her hymen remained intact until their wedding night.

Arsen was not shy about washing her. If she did it for him, as was expected, he saw no reason not to do it in return, especially if it gave him the chance to further savor her luscious body. He smiled as she blushed and lifted her paws to give him access to her. His touch began at her waist, and he started to massage the wash into her fur, rubbing in gentle circles with his pawpads digging deep into the strands to make sure it got in deep. He intended this to be soft, slow and erotic. A further example of how he wanted to possess her and wanted to make her want him.

A soft murr slipped from her throat as Arsen started massaging his fingers through her fur at her waist. A slowly simmering pleasure burn started deep within her, making her whimper as need built. Her tail lifted, uncovering his favorite part of the female body, though it wasn't where he could see easily, being that she was facing him. She looked up at him, holding nothing back. Every flash of pleasure crossed her face, letting him know just how he was affecting her.

His paws stroked across her back and up to her armpits, then around her shoulders and up her neck. Sure that he had now washed those parts as well as he might, his paws slipped around to her front, washing across her collarbone, and then using both paws to stroke the outsides of her breasts, around their full bottoms and over them, being sure that her nipples were rubbed heartily as he touched both of her tits. Her cleavage was not left out, but then he was moving on down to her stomach and lower.

Her back arched outward as he washed up her back and sides, then under her arms, over her shoulders and up her neck, stopping just below her jawline. Faces could be a bitch to wash in the shower if you weren't used to washing someone else's. Then his paws moved to tease and caress her breasts as he washed them and she murred, her tail wagging behind her, the soft fur brushing against him. This time, her chest thrust forward, her breasts pushing up into his pawpads as he lathered and teased the hell out of her breasts, making a wetness form between her thighs.

Arsen stared into her eyes as he possessed her body with his paws. He slid downward as her tail wagged and went onto one knee. His paws stroked across the outsides of her thighs, but he went all the way down to her hindpaws, and lifted one, washed it, and then went up her leg. When he got to the knee he switched and repeated the action on the other foot, then went on to her thighs. One, then the other. The movements were always firm, insistent, strong, but not harsh. As if to tell her that the body he was touching belonged to him, but he wasn't going to abuse it.

Marci shivered, not from cold or fear, but from anticipation. She was eager to feel his paws between her legs, washing her where he licked her last night. Her paws fell to the wall next to them, her body aching for the release she had gotten close to, but not achieved the night before. Her paws shifted slightly, giving him free access to her sopping wet slit, and the tender, wet flesh around it. She looked down at him, her eyes dazed from the pleasure racing through her, and begged with her eyes for a taste of what he'd withheld the night before.

His attention was wholly on her body now, and he scarcely looked up at her as he cleaned her thighs and then reached around for the globes of her ass. He squeezed and scrubbed across them, and his gaze rose to meet her own. There he saw written desire. A smirk appeared on his face and he gave his head a little shake, then stood once more and this time plunged one paw between her legs. He soaped up the slightly shorter fur that covered her vulva and the flower hidden within, and in doing so ensured that he cleaned between the folds, and around her clit. He felt hot wetness there, and knew beyond doubt that she was soaking wet, and it wasn't from the water. “You don't get to cum now, Marci… You don't get to cum until I say. Never until I say. I haven't even cum yet...and the man should always have the choice. You can whine and beg and plead, but your pleasure is mine to command…" The words were barely more than whispers.

Despite how low he was speaking, she heard him, and, after a moment, a single drop of her chin showed that she understood, though her body was still trembling with her need. That moment was not defiance, but an attempt to get herself under control, to reclaim the ice princess title that most of the mafia called her. Of course, to them, she was icy, distant and determined, nothing like she was with Arsen. He alone saw her fire, her spirit, her need. Her eyes closed as she tried to rein in her newly-born lusty, needy desires. Her head pressed against the wall of the shower, hoping the cool tile and the water sluicing over her would cool down her suddenly-out-of-control libido.

There was certainly a time to let the hot Brazilian blood in her veins to burn passionately, and he would give her every opportunity to do so when they were together. But first he had to make clear just who was in charge from here on out. Unimaginable pleasure could be hers if she surrendered herself to his paws. Arsen nodded in return, pleased with her response to his words. “Good girl," he reassured her, his paw still scrubbing her nethers for a few moments longer. “Now turn and put your palms on the shower wall, lift your tail as high as you can like a good girl. I'm going to scrub your ass better. Later today you're going to pleasure me with it and I demand you to be clean…"

Her fluffy tail had been washed when her back and rump were washed the first time around, the fur clinging to the flesh-covered cartilage that supported all that fluffy goodness. So when she lifted it as she turned to face the wall, none of her fur was in the way of his scrubbing. Her paws rested on the wall, her head turning to look over her shoulder and down her back at him, murring softly as she tried to keep her tail from swishing and interfering with his scrubbing. “Arsen, I know who the boss is. I know you're in charge. I would never demand anything from you. It's not my place. While I would love to taste more of the pleasure you were showing me last night, maybe even to completion, I know you'll show me when the time is right." Her hindpaws spread some for better balance, and she wanted to say more, but she felt it would be better said without her towering over him as he scrubbed her. She'd rather look up into his eyes as she told him the rest of what she wanted to say. Possibly while they were drying off. Or in the bedroom, getting dressed again.

Arsen moved behind her when she got into the position that he had described. He ran his paws down her back and one of them gripped tightly around the base of her tail, a grip that gave him some control over her ass as she spread her legs and let him scrub. He put his hand beneath her tail and scrubbed around her asshole, cleaning the crack between her cheeks and making sure that everything was nice and clean. Looking up her body at her he smiled and gave a nod, “I get the feeling that I'm not going to have to teach you much about submission." It was a compliment, “You already have that subject down. Just the details need working out." He gave her a wink and finished cleaning that area of her for a moment, then he put his finger back at her tight rear entrance, lubed with soap, and he worked it at her tight star till he felt it slip inside up to the knuckle. He held it there and wiggled it around.

A gasp slipped from her as she felt his finger pushing against her tight little backdoor. She loved that he complimented her natural submissiveness to him, and smiled at him before leaning her head against the wall and closing her eyes. Her rear didn't want to let him in, then suddenly, it gave way to the pressure of his finger, bringing another gasp from her. Her body had stiffened, but she forced herself to relax, knowing he wouldn't hurt her. She was his treasure, his arm candy, his submissive little spitfire. It felt strange having his finger in her tailhole, since nothing had ever been in there before, but he said she was going to be using that hole to pleasure him later, so she made herself relax and adjust to feeling something inside that hole. With his love of anal, she figured that was going to be a hole filled often with his cock.

She was going to have to get used to having objects and fingers and his cock stuffed deeply in her rectum. Her tight anal passage was going to be the star of many many sessions with him ravaging her for hours on end. This was only the tiniest taste of what was to come. He felt her relaxing, though her muscles spasmed around his finger a little bit as she struggled to force them to relax. He wiggled the digit inside of her, twisting it around and around, then pulling it out and pushing it in. He worked at that tight hole for several moments, then pulled his finger free and gave her rump a solid pat, “There we go, all clean." Standing once again he released her tail, “I rather like you in this position…." Arsen mused as he stared at her, “But we had better get going."

As he worked on cleaning her rear, a small flare of the pleasure she'd felt before rose in her, drawing a soft, nearly inaudible murr from her. It was enough to tell Arsen that she would definitely submit to her tailhole being used often. Her legs felt shaky already, and she had yet to cum. She'd definitely need to be in bed or where she could remain until her legs regained strength when he finally allowed her to find release. At least this time around. After that, who knew?

Finally turning around, she gave him a dazed look before pushing off the wall, letting the water sluice over her, dragging the soap from her fur and down the drain. Turning the water off, she reached out to the outer wall and snagged a towel, then turned to Arsen, drying him off before attending her own soaked fur.

When the water shut off Arsen gave a little shake to get the excess water off of his fur, then allowed her to rub him down with the fluffy towel that she pulled in. When at last he was dry, his white fur gleamed between the black spots all over his body, and it was fluffy and soft. He stepped out onto a floor mat and stepped once more into her bedroom, now bathed fully in sunlight and already warming up nicely for the day ahead. He lounged back on the bed for a moment, “All of my changes of clothing are in my car at the resort." he said with a laugh, “Will you be able to find me some new clothes here? Or shall I dress in yesterday's until we get to the resort. I didn't get too dirty, after all."

Marci started drying herself off, grabbing a second towel to get the majority of water from her fur and hair. Moving to the doorway between the bathroom and bedroom, she gazed at him, her eyes taking in the sights he would be seeing daily from now on. She found the sight in front of her as yummy as the sight of him at the table when they had dinner last night. Giving a shake of her head, her wet hair swirling around her shoulders a little and she reached for a third towel for her hair. Wrapping it around the wet tresses, she gave another shake of her head. “My brothers aren't as grow as you are, so their clothes are too small. My father has developed a bit of a belly, so his would be too big. The guards are built differently, so I doubt their clothes would fit. Yours might have to do for now, but we might think about putting some clothes here that fit you for when we stay overnight again."

He picked up his cellphone from the side table and checked for any messages or texts he got, then put it back again, looking up toward her while she stood in the doorway and dried herself. She was a hot, sexy thing, and he grinned at her. Maybe she didn't even know how hot she was. But he would love to cherish and defile that beauty, owning her in every way. He stretched, yawning and letting his paws splay out in a very feline manner, then nodded, “I'll just dress in my own clothing. We'll have to figure out my living arrangements until the wedding of course. Being six weeks, I'll obviously have some work to do with my job between now and then. I'll have to talk to my bosses."

Still towel drying her long hair, she padded over to the bed, then sat on it carefully, not disturbing his position at all, though she sat right next to him. “I have an idea for that, Arsen. But if possible, I'd like to keep it a secret until I have the arrangements made. I think it would work for both of us, plus, as mamãe said, we need to get to know each other more, and you said you wanted to teach me some things. So if this works out, it would fit both plans, without having the boys all up in our business. Plus, you can tell your bosses that you're working on getting information from me about my father's plans, which while we know are fruitful as hell, whether legal or illegal, we can feed just intel about the legal businesses."

He shifted his legs to make sure she had plenty of room, and he turned slightly to lean on an elbow, lacing his fingers together and nodding at her, “Secrets won't work between us too often once we're married, Marci. I don't mean that you have to tell me if you have some kind of surprise for me. But things that concern both of us…" he sighed and said, “I assume that it's about our living arrangements, and I have an idea what it might be already, so I'll let you have your secrets for now." He chuckled, but then became serious, “Leave my bosses to me. I already have ideas for what I'm going to tell them. Some of them probably won't expect me to go as far as marrying you. But it's just better cover. After the marriage I won't be on extended trips for them for a while, until I get back to them with final reports and things. I'll make sure things go smoothly." He sighed and flopped back on the bed, stretching once more, “As for your brothers, I suppose that I should get off my ass and go meet them."

Leaning down, she kissed him, smiling. “I promise that as soon as I know if it's doable, I'll tell you. But if it's not, I don't want to say we could and find out we can't." She nodded and dropped her eyes for a moment, then said, “Alright, Arsen. I was just giving you some ideas for that, but I'll leave that in your more than capable paws." She picked up the nearest of his paws and started a light massaging stroke over it before turning it over and kissing the middle of his pawpad. Stretching her back, she rose to her hindpaws again. “Do you have anything in particular you'd like to see me in today, Arsen?" She moved to the closet and opened it, the interior lights coming on when the doors opened, highlighting the clothes inside.

Arsen gave her a reassuring smile. He wasn't meaning to snap at her about his work, but that was up to him to mess with, “I know. And i'm not upset or anything. I just want you to know that I'll handle it and you don't need to worry about it much. The ideas are welcome." He reached over with his own free paw and stroked her knee and thigh when she kissed his paw. “And I understand that you don't want to get hopes up and then dash them. It's fine."

He sighed as she left the bed and went to her closet. Seeing the vast array of clothing that she had on the shelves and hanging on the racks, he knew he could probably ask her for whatever. “Well either a summer dress that leaves me plenty of room to feel you up when we are out and about, or a pair of really tight pants to accentuate that beautiful ass of yours...maybe with a haltertop?"

She grinned and reached in, pulling out two outfits. The first was a spaghetti strap summer sundress that had slits up both legs to mid-thigh. The second outfit was a pair of black leather pants and a black sleeveless, midriff-baring top. The thigh-high boots that went with that outfit were on the right side of the closet. Tilting her head, she hung both on the closet doors, then moved to the dresser where her lingerie and jewelry was at. Looking back at the two outfits, she chuckled. “Looks like I'm going bra-less, today, Arsen. Neither is very… conducive to a bra. With the black, I would wear any color underwear, but with the dress, I'm limited to white."

Arsen smiled as she pulled a pair of outfits from the closet and hung them up where he could see them. He nodded his head, approving of her choices interpreting his requests. Sitting up fully he examined them from the distance and smiled when she said she would be going braless. “I like the black outfit I think. I saw you in a dress yesterday and today we'll go a little different." He had a feeling he was going to like how she looked in black leather with that top. He would have to get her something to go with it, though he was sure she had all the jewelry a girl could want. A bracelet or necklace perhaps. “You pick the underwear. Surprise me for later…"