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Story Description: Two naughty siblings gang up on their heat-stricken smaller sister in order to show her the greatest pleasures life has to offer.

** ***Keep it in the Family*****

Kieran hated waking up to his sister's insistent prodding. She could have done something better with those fingers, yet she kept sticking him as if he was a ripe, grilled sausage.

"Come on, get up already. Are you really going to fuck us again?"

It hasn't been unheard of, but this particular morning, Kieran didn't feel eager to obey the laws or anyone for that matter.

"It is up!" Kieran pointed lazily towards the tent in the blanket. "Just lemme sleep for five more minutes."

Selene's muzzle contorted with annoyance as she crumpled the blanket between her fingers, just above her brother's knee. "I wasn't referring to your bone, dickhead. We're gonna be late."

"Oh, so you wanna bury my bone now?" Kieran smiled as he turned towards his sister's grumpy face. "I can think of the perfect place to hide my treasure."

"Only if you want to turn it into a fossil, baby."

Kieran had no chance to retort. Selene already threw the blanket off their naked bodies. Fur protected them against the morning coldness, but even so, Kieran felt awfully exposed with his bare cock jerking towards his belly.

Selene took a quick look at his exposed knot, then let out a long sigh. "Entertain me for a second here, and tell me what the hell made you grow like the Capital tower of the communications district."

"Erm...you?" Kieran smiled sheepishly.

He was ready for the pillow that slammed into his crotch. An eternity spent with his sister, and he still didn't learn the value of silence.

"Gah! Ok. You hate bad jokes, but you don't have to...ngraaah, it's dry as a fucking desert!"

"And I'll make sure it remains like that if we're late."

"What the hell, Selene? What's the rush?" Kieran's eyes teared with discomfort. Selene threw herself of the bed. She had no answers, only her five magnificent tails swishing above her inviting butt.

Kieran would have done some very male specific things if he caught her in a better mood. Selene already started to dress, and with no words coming out of her mouth, Kieran had reasons to be concerned. He remembered the last time his sister went out before him. Two years ago, on a summer morning, his dear Selene had the driver -Tom at that time- take Kieran all the way into the drug infested slums. Not only he had to run all the way back to the campus, but he almost got injected by the bike riding psychos that lived there.

"Ok, I'm up now, alright?" Kieran walked up to his wardrobe. "You can tell me what's happening."

Selene threw him a quick glance. She tried on a T-shirt, then a full blown long-sleeved one. That one didn't fit either. "Greg came to pick us up at eight."

"Eight? That's good. Must be what, seven thirty?"

The scowl on her face was even more unpleasant than the actual number displayed on the digital clock.

"Eight twenty? Why the hell didn't the alarm go off?"

"It did, but your cock was the only thing that knows how to wake up at the right time."

"And you?" Kieran looked at his sister as he put on a pair of black jeans.

"Don't fucking ask," she picked the combat vest from the dresser. "Get this on. We'll have some military training going on at the campus."

Kieran threw it on the bed, put on a black shirt that matched the raven color of his fur, then got the vest on his body. In two minutes, they were both suited up and ready to kick ass. Almost.

"What about shoes?" he stared at his bare feet.

"Fuck them. We're going bare."

And so they did, without eating, brushing their teeth, or even taking the morning leak. Kieran gritted his teeth in annoyance. Jumping from the comfort of his bed into the back of an outdated jeep wasn't really his thing.

"Morning you two. How was your breakfast?" their cougar driver turned around with a polite smile.

"It wasn't. Just take us there, kitty. We'll have time to play on the road."

"A'ight mam."

The jeep rumbled to life with the sound of an angry lion. As uncomfortable as his four tails felt mashed against the cushion, Kieran learned to enjoy the vibrations of the car. They soothed him more than Greg's failed attempt at an exciting dialogue. He tried, though neither he nor Selene cared about his family, what his silly aunt did with the cats, or how three years old adorably stupid Joel sang during his birthday.

For the duration of the trip, Selene had her palms clutched between her legs, a pensive look in her emerald eyes, while Kieran looked out the window. He didn't enjoy the city as much as he let others believe. It was big. Dirty. Like a wild wolf that never stopped for a bath, always searching for something. The recent years haven't been kind in that regard. A new drug spread from the slums, the cheap price making it almost as attractive as the intense lust it bestowed upon the user. To be high and horny at the same time had been a long-time dream of most students, and Kieran couldn't help but think of Cherokee. His other, smaller, more innocent sister had two years of studies left during these infectious times.

What if temptation got the better of her? What if one of her friends came with a little extra at the end of the year party? Would she...? No. Cherokee was too smart. She was too-

"Nghh," a shiver crept up Kieran's spine. Selene's delicate hand moved along his leg, going in the opposite part of his gender.

"We're almost there. Buckle up, handler. You're going out on the field today."

"How do you know that?" Kieran frowned.

"I've got my sources. Right Greg?"

"Always a pleasure to serve, ma'am," the cougar's canine tips gleamed in the rear view mirror.

They arrived in a couple of minutes. Kieran let Selene get off first, then pushed himself out of the car. The smell of vegetation chipped at his morning drowsiness. One thing he loved about the campus was the barrier of trees that separated the training fields from the rest of the city. The dogs had actual grass under their paws, something which Kieran enjoyed whenever he came to work barefooted.

"So do you know anything else about my day?" He asked Selene after he waved goodbye to Greg.

"Just bits and pieces. I don't see why you get your fur ruffled over such nonsense."

"Access to information is not nonsense. How comes you know everything that happens around this place?"

"The info brigade is going to love that question."

Kieran sighed. "Fine. Be a bitch about it."

"Oh, I wish I had a dick right now, just to shove my fat knot into your lazy ass. If you want to know things, maybe you shouldn't sleep like a log."

"Says the culprit."

"Fuck you."

"Right after we're done, sis. Right after we're done," Kieran muttered under his breath as he ran off towards his post to see another friendly face.

Lieutenant Garnarov. The merriest feather-head around these parts seemed to have left his uniform at home today, a strange thing for a bird of his stature. Garnarov practically ran the place. He had the admiration of everyone in the campus, especially the general's, who -as some rumors flew around- had quite the thing for feathery hybrids.

"Good day for a flight, Lieutenant?" Kieran pointed towards the gryphon's well endowed jacket. "Spray, stun gun, actual gun. Two of them. A...grenade?"

"Smoke screen," the gryphon made sure his pocket was completely closed. "I always admired your keen eyes, handler. Wish you had the same amount of brains in this head of yours, but we can't all be perfect, can we?"

Kieran was forced to endure the Lieutenant's scaly hand scratching around his scruff. He almost felt like a dog, getting his ears scratched and his fur ruffled by his beloved master. "Too much fluff here. Heats your head is what it does. Why are you late Kieran?" the gryphon pulled his hand back.

"Ten minutes and everybody seems to think the world is going to crap itself."

"Kraah, the smell of a fart is worse. Always starts like that," the gryphon beckoned Kieran to follow. "It's not just ten minutes, Kieran. If you're not here to attend your tasks in time, somebody else is going to steal them from you."

"Let me guess. Ferner?"

"His brother," Garnarov pulled out a small notepad from his jacket. "Let's see here. Ten AM sharp. Reconnaissance duty in the eastern slums. Handler Kieran was supposed to go solo, but since he was late..."

"Thanks God... erk...I mean...God no," Kieran quickly corrected himself as the gryphon's sharp glare pierced into his very soul. "They need back-up, right? Ferner and Marok are way too young for this sort of crap!"

"I've already sent two watchmen to guard their backs. We shouldn't send out recruits when we have fully fledged handlers available. Get yourself together, Kieran. This is not a game. Next time you eat your breakfast, think about what the headline of newspapers might say."

"I...yeah...won't happen again sir," Kieran dipped his head in shame. He thought the gryphon would slap him with those broad wings, but they never hit him.

"Good. You'll be doing some sniffing today alongside your canine partner. Start your way from the center and flare out, like a spider building its web. I want to make sure none of that Laydex shit pours out of the slums. Is that clear?"

"Clear as daylight, sir. We won't let this wave of arousal spread."

The gryphon's unsheathed toe claws tore through the earth. "You can make jokes and brand names in the comfort of your house, handler. Not here. This is not a place for mockery."

"It was just-"

"A joke, yes," the gryphon clacked his beak angrily. "That's why it spread like a disease. The police laughs in our faces, the military is off fighting ghosts from the past, and we're left here in the middle of the shit pile to deal with this joke."

The general's voice darkened. "Only these clowns don't politely laugh from the side. They're dangerous. You don't want our citizens to live in fear of these assholes. Right, handler?"

"Right," Kieran nodded. "We'll put them where they belong."

"Good. You're dismissed," the gryphon waved him off. "And Kieran? The next time you're late, I'm putting your ass on the leash."

Kieran almost stumbled his step when the thought of chasing the bad guys as a feral hit him. He dreamed of that for years: to give in to his feral nature, run free, bite whoever's ass he wanted.

Too bad it was never going to happen. Even as a handler, Kieran's duties were strictly monitored. The government owned him. Not the other way around. He could shift, but the sheer amount of restrictions made it almost impossible to enjoy his feral form.

One day, maybe. One day, Kieran thought on the way to the canine enclosures. He just had to work for a couple more years, to make the city safer before his fantasies were allowed to happen..

The barking of dogs stopped when he opened the door to the kennels. Kieran knew the canine units better than they knew him. It was a requirement for every handler to get acquainted with the dogs before picking a partner of his own.

Kieran crouched next to Eira. The white shepherd wagged her tail furiously, licking at Kieran's hand as he unlocked the way into her canine dormitory.

"Hey, hey," he smiled as her warm tongue rolled around his muzzle. "En...enog. Eira, that's enough," he pushed the dog's muzzle out of his face so he could scratch along her neck. "We've got work to do."

Eira stuck her nose into his crotch. Kieran's hands dug into her fur, trying to push her back, but the moisture pushing through his jeans, those wet, desperate licks enticed his cock out of hiding.

"No...Eira, this is not the time."

She wanted him. His scent. His seed.

Kieran gritted his teeth, then pushed her back with all he had. More than half of his meat spilled forth, and each throb felt like sand sprinkled over his cock.

"Gah. You're getting on the leash for that."

He too had to dress more accordingly. Kieran chose an empty row of lockers to change in. He didn't want his colleagues to see his tip, or Eira's naughty tongue lapping at his privates. By some miracle of chance, she obeyed the command to stay, watching Kieran's purple tip with her big glistening eyes until the cover of pants shrouded his maleness.

Was it the same way he stared at Cherokee? Kieran never stopped to think about how his own desires affected him. He didn't want to be a creep or a pervert to his younger sister...but she smelled so good! He was just a handler, too weak to get in the way of instinct. Males were made to be inside females. Squeezed by their wet, needy muscles....buried so deep that...

"Mrrrrruuf!"

"Y-yeah," Kieran almost banged his head against the locker. "We're going. Just have to button this shirt up."

Cherokee. His sweet, small, delicate Cherokee was going through her first heat, and she needed someone to show her what to do in such a special situation. Kieran was that one. He wanted to be. For a moment, he imagined himself with her, completely naked, entranced by her small, beautiful pussy...

"No," Kieran shook his head. "No, I have a job to do. Time to head out, Eira."

Eira looked twice the badass with her canine uniform on, just like Kieran. With his fingers wrapped around her leather leash, Kieran led his partner through the training fields, waving and greeting the other handlers that trained with their dogs. A few of those canine units came by to greet Eira in a more intimate way, their sniffing noses and lapping tongues spurring shouts and orders from their handlers.

"I'm sorry sir. He's new."

"Never...that's never gonna happen, I swear."

They all said variations of the same thing as they wrestled their aroused dogs away, faces weighted by fear or shame. Kieran found this amusing. When he stood before the campus' gate, he crouched near Eira and licked her on that adorable nose of hers.

"You're raising your tail for every male now, hmm? What about me? Don't you love me anymore?"

The dog licked him back, each stroke longer than the last.

"Love you too, fluffy," Kieran pulled her into a hug. Warmth spread along his fur as he felt her paws latch around his neck. He smelled into her fur, then pushed his nose along her head until he met her ear, where he whispered. "You're my girl, Eira. My best girl."

Aside from Selene.

"Just don't tell my sister, ok?"

Eira licked into his ear, knowing full well how irritating that was. Kieran pulled her tail for that. He couldn't let naughtiness go unpunished. Not even when his mind was tempted to veer towards such thoughts.

The city offered plenty of distractions. Pedestrians. The contemplative businessmen at the coffee tables. The athletic sort who ran along the green walkways. Either of them could be a Laydex smuggler, and only Eira's fine nose was trained to spot them.

Kieran walked along the streets. At first, he was as keen as his canine companion, ears perked, eyes wide for any sort of danger.

Minutes passed. Then hours. Time trickled on, and on, and on, scraping off Kieran's focus like a feline's sharp claws tore through fresh paint. Out of all the baddies he expected to find, not even one crossed his path, and since he couldn't move too far off from his designated course, the Valfen let his senses wander wherever they wanted. Most of the time, it happened to be Eira's gender. The white shepherd held it aloft in a very inconspicuous way. Was she teasing him? If yes, she was doing an annoyingly effective job. Often times Kieran walked along her side just to avoid the full impact of her scent, but the clever bitch wandered towards the nearest green spot to make her water. Twitching tail. Flowing streams.

And a clear view of her gushing cunt pushed the Valfen's mental fortitude to the extreme.

I can't, damn it. I just can't risk my job to do that, Kieran thought every time his instincts nudged him in the wrong direction. Eira was his partner. He couldn't just mate with her on a whim.

Kieran went for a jog. The pounding blood rushing along his body merely increased his appetite. His nose was filled with Eira's appetizing scent. Was she in heat too?

"No, no. Shrug it off," Kieran bared his teeth, then headed inside the first shady alley he found, a wet and dirty place that smelled of trash and wet fur.

"Ok," he pet Eira on her confused head. "Just a moment, girl. I gotta be sure." Kieran's heartbeat increased as his hand traveled towards her rump. He lifted the shepherd's tail, pushed his nose closer to her gender, then let his nostrils draw in as much scent as they could.

A feral snarl draped over the Valfen's muzzle. Kieran licked at the air, his eyelids trembling just like the rest of his weakened body.

"N-no. Oh God, no..." he propped himself on the bitch that started licking at his nose. She was in heat. In need of a fertile male willing to fill her belly with his essence.

Eira let out a short whimper, then swished her tail left and right, her needy pussy clenching under sharp throbs of desire.

Kieran couldn't look at it. This was still a public place. If anyone saw him, even a hobo...the results could be catastrophic.

"Let's go," Kieran propped himself against the grimy wall. The bitch pushed her butt into his knee, whimpering louder, demanding to be mated here and now.

"I said let's go!" Kieran tugged hard on the leash. He lunged out of the shadows, a victim of his own lust that carried both the burden and the fix to his problem right next to him.

He couldn't carry on like this, with his body warmer than a bitch at the peak of her heat.

Kieran ran back to the campus. People passed around him like shadows. He didn't see or hear anyone until he found himself behind the campus' food storage building. Kieran ripped his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, then dropped his pants. Eira's tongue was on his cock within seconds, lapping the hefty slime that only now kissed air for the first time.

"Ngrhhhh....uuurrrhhhh," Kieran huffed in the same growly way he's done on the way here. A tongue felt good, yet he wanted the tight embrace of cunt.

Closing his eyes, Kieran let his instincts wash over him like a tide. A curt shock. That's all he felt until his two heavy hands -now forepaws- dropped on the ground. Eira's features became clearer. Her scent, better. Kieran dashed a quick lick along her muzzle, then went straight under her tail to feast on the hefty amount of juice that built there.

It was so much. So good. He lapped, pushed, and suckled on her soft flesh while the shepherd's tail trembled above his head. When Kieran pulled his head back for a breather, she rushed under his belly to kiss his tip with her tongue again and again, her strokes short and hungry for his seed, just like her cunt.

Kieran jumped onto his bitch. He grappled onto her haunches with his massive paws, then thrust the smaller female back into his cock. Kieran didn't care for her whimper, nor for his rough approach. His only need was to breed, to mount, to fill her fertile cunt with his seed.

Eira yelped when a long shaft of engorged Valfen meat pierced through her cunt. Kieran's body shivered with ecstatic bliss, then tensed like a coiled spring once his knot slammed through the shepherd's moist sex. The muscles stretched with a sharp squelch, then wrapped around his entire knot like a lasso, bathing Kieran in a pool of unfettered pleasure.

"Hawwwrrrrr," he growled and snapped his fangs at bare air as the first wave of his seed rushed through his bloating cock. Kieran was inside, yet he still shoved himself in for a few seconds, the sound of his scratching claws mixing in with Eira's delicate whimpers.

Kieran managed a lick along her ear before he climbed off her back. The most intense part of the mating died with the rapid throbs of his cock. Now that he reached his full girth, Kieran's muscles twitched at a constant interval of time, providing a long, satisfying orgasm for as long as he remained inside his mate.

She was so warm. So warm, wet, and tight. A delight for any male to breed.

Kieran's ears twitched at the sound of approaching steps. Out of all times, it had to be now, when he stood ass to ass with his canine partner. He could almost see himself stared at by a distinguished committee of generals, all laughing or pointing at his uncontrolled debauchery.

Kieran closed his eyes in shame. He couldn't stop his seed from flowing into his mate just as much as he couldn't rip himself out of Eira. All he could do was wait; wait for the steps of inevitability.

"Holy. Freaking. Damn. I should've brought my camera."

Selene?!

Kieran opened his eyes. It was her. His perverted, beautiful, teasing sister who didn't give two craps about her uniform. She let Eira hug her, merely smiling as the movement made the bitch's nether muscles clench tighter around Kieran's knot.

"She must've quite the grip. I wonder if she's better than me. You're not the panting type unless I put you through the motions."

Selene released Eira, then came closer, and closer, until she got on Kieran's level to stare at him with those beautiful eyes. Kieran tried to lick her, only to find his tongue trapped between his teeth.

"Nuh-uh. You're tied. Tied means I make the rules."

Kieran endured her teasing licks. He had the strength to break free. Even push his sister on her back to show her how a feral's tongue felt on her pussy, covered as it was.

But he chose not to. The rules of this game have been set in stone far too long to be broken. He had to give himself up to her just as he surrendered to the immense heat clenching around his knot.

Selene rubbed his head for a while longer, then used her hands to pry the jaws apart so she could lick at his tongue. Kieran licked back. He made out with his sister in the campus grounds while in feral form, her moans of satisfaction rippling along with Eira's own bliss.

The Nekken pulled back after half a minute of licking pleasure.

"My...you do know how to kiss, sweety," she rubbed through the thick fluff of Kieran's underbelly until she grabbed onto the Valfen's sizable sack. "Too bad you're emptying this in the wrong bitch. I would've loved to have you inside me. To feel them jiggle as I milk every last drop out of your cock..."

Kieran couldn't help but whine. Selene not only played with his balls, but squeezed them to match the spasms that ejected spurts of virile seed out of his cock. She weighted them up and down, rolled the spheres between her fingers. Her wickedness knew no bounds, and Kieran closed his eyes, feeling his body stiffen as his sister trailed towards his tailhole, closer, and closer, until she raised all four of the Valfen's tails.

"I always knew what happens down there. Felt it along with the strings of cum that washed through my cunt, but I never bothered to peek until now..." Selene laughed playfully as she tapped a finger against her brother's anus. "You should really see your winking ass, puppy. It's like a mouth hungry for a treat. Almost like me, actually..." Selene's grip receded. The shuffling sound made Kieran look back to see his sister rummage through a pocket. "I really wouldn't have minded to get a quick taste of your cock, but since the tap is taken, I guess we'll work on the pipes."

The...pipes? What did she mean with that? Why was she suckling on the evidence bag she just pulled out of her pocket?

Kieran got all the answers and more when Selene pushed three of her fingers into the moistened bag only so she could shove the makeshift condom -along with her fingers- into her own brother's tailhole.

"Awwrrrr!" Kieran clenched as hard as he could, yet pure strength could not prevent the intrusion. Saliva was a perfect lubricant for this sort of thing, and Selene had always been great with her fingers. Like an earthworm digging through the humid soil after the rain, she worked herself deeper into the tunnel, each of her shoves applying increasing amounts of pleasure to Kieran's contractions until the Valfen's throat erupted with an all-out cry of pure satisfaction. It traveled through him like lightning; a surge of pleasure so intense his vision fizzled for a few seconds.

"Oh my...that almost felt like an earthquake," Selene said. "Shall we try it again? Maybe a bit...slower?"

Half of Kieran's tongue fell out of his panting maw as his sister started rounding the fleshy area above his prostate. That nugget was notoriously sensitive to stimulation, and every touch, every push, every caress of her plastic-coated fingers threatened to unload the entirety of the Valfen's cum out of his balls.

Kieran knew her teasing wouldn't last. He sucked in a deep breath just before she smiled, then tensed all over as overwhelming pleasure exploded across his entire form. Claws scratched at the concrete. His tails trembled above his clenched pucker, and inside his tunnel, Selene was thrusting and scratching with the tips of her fingers, assaulting her brother with wave after wave of impossibly intense pleasure. Kieran rode the first one. He endured the second. But when the third burst came, he fell on the ground, yelping for mercy as the pounding contractions became too much for him to endure.

"Awww...my naughty brother needs a break?" Selene's teasing voice caressed him just like her hand, rough, too intense in this moment of weakness. "Just one more time, ok? I don't want them to catch you knotted like this."

But that was a lie. The amount of seed poured into his mate had nothing to do with the time it took for his knot to deflate. Kieran tried to poke his sister. To let her know he couldn't take another rush.

Then she pressed into his special place, an avalanche of wicked pleasure that rolled over him with the might of a collapsing mountain.

This time, it wasn't just stars, but complete blackness that enveloped him in a frightening blanket of heat. Kieran thought he was going to pass out there and then, tied to his bitch, spurting harder than he ever did inside her tight, hungry cunt. Selene kept fingering him up until the point of choking, then finally pulled out to allow Kieran a much needed breath.

The Valfen trembled on the ground. The sharp pounding of his cock was all he felt until his senses returned to him one by one.

"Dang. Are you ok? I think I went overboard," Selene grabbed his head, a look of genuine concern brewing inside her eyes.

"Please show me you're fine. I'm not leaving until you do."

Kieran blinked the tears of pleasure from his eyes, then licked Selene across her petite muzzle. She was relieved, to say the least.

"Ok, good...that's the last time I milk you during a tie," she crumpled the bag and shoved it inside a pocket. "Now finish your thing, and do it fast, ok? If I tracked your smell, they can too."

She left him there, with a kiss on his muzzle and a white panting bitch tied to him for far longer than Kieran would have liked. As soon as his cock plopped out, he dug his muzzle under her tail to suckle his own creamy seed out of her. Kieran's heart pounded not with pleasure, but with panic. He knew the punishment for impregnating a female without permission. Worse. He did it with his own canine partner.

All traces had to be obliterated, so Kieran licked every last strand of fur around the shepherd's pussy, then did the same with his own equipment.

Only then he shifted back to his anthro form. Kieran put his clothes on, tidied his hair a little bit, then walked back towards the campus' grounds.

Two officers were waiting for him. Kieran tried to wriggle his way out, but all cards were stacked against him. These weren't humans to be so easily fooled by lies. They could smell seed. Feel it upon their fingers. Kieran bowed his head in shame when one of the officers lifted Eira's tail. His fingers pressed around her pussy, then squeezed it to coax out a trail of pearlescent slime.

Seed. His seed. Kieran never felt more ashamed as he did when he walked towards the commanding officer's desk. One of the canines opened the door to reveal an imposing lion, and in front of his desk, none other than Selene, whose efforts at hiding her brother's debauchery led her in this forsaken room.

The punishment involved two long days in the military training camp, and no matter how much the siblings argued for the sake of their sister Cherokee, they couldn't move the lion to lessen their sentence. A sixteen years old was capable of looking out for herself, he said.

The night was rough. The following day? Even more so. The drill sergeant treated them like any other recruit. Kieran had to do fifty laps around the whole campus, shoot moving targets, stealth missions in the training room. Each of these menial tasks chipped away at his sanity until the sun went down.

That's when the two were taken into the barracks. Having your own was a perk, if it wasn't monitored by cameras. No matter how intense the urge to pounce his sister got, Kieran couldn't break another rule.

Kieran shifted constantly in his sleep, bothered to no end by his restless member. He tried holding it in place with either a hand or under a leg, but the pressure added a new degree of sensitivity to his already heated flesh. After that, he let it hang free for a couple of minutes. The result was a constant thumping noise mixed with the occasional squelch whenever precum dribbled from his tip.

Kieran sunk his hands into the back of his neck, gritted his teeth, then let out a muffled sigh to vent out his frustrations. This lack of control killed him. Minutes turned into hours, and he kept shifting, throbbing, and thinking of all manners of heated scenarios that ended up with a bursting release.

When his head started feeling heavy with fatigue, Kieran looked towards the bathroom. Twelve steps or so separated him from the room that could save his night. Bathrooms weren't monitored, yet it was a bit fishy if both went inside at the same time. Lust poured through his blood as he stared intently at the outline of the door. He needed to do it. Had to. There was no way out now.

Selene's bed creaked, freezing the thoughts in his head. Kieran closed his eyes. He heard his sister's steps, followed by the soft thud of a closed door. She was in the bathroom, but why? To relieve herself of natural needs, or release her own essence?

Soft, gasping moans answered his dilemma shortly after.

"Mfff...haaahhh....unnnnffff..." combinations of moans erupted between the delicate squelching noises, filling Kieran's head with realistic images of what happened behind that door. Selene's ears drooped, heavy with strain. Her eyes scrunched shut, her breath shallow and quick from the rapid strokes of her trained fingers. Kieran figured she was getting quite close now. Her beautiful fur rippled across her form with the great delight brought upon by the copious amounts of fluid dribbling from her cunt. One hand pushed through that soaked hole in a furious thrusting simulation while the other stroke quickly rubbed up and down the small length of her clit.

The groans picked up. Her frame tensed. Breath stuck in her throat, and with a mighty, drawn out moan of pure satisfaction, Selene thrust her cunt into her knuckles, unleashing thick streams of femcum upon the ground. They would have been completely waste, but Kieran suddenly found himself there, in front of his sister, taking the hot streams of splattering honey upon his naked body.

"Ghhhh," Kieran tensed as a constant stream of precum left his overly hard member. Selene's release felt so hot. So nice. The pleasure strained face of his sister, her wet, teary eyes stared back with an expression of pure satisfaction. Only a constant dribble gushed from her cunt now. The blunt force of her ejaculate was already out, trailing down Kieran's chest to meet his own, rock hard member.

Kieran threw the blanket off. Unsure steps took him towards the window. He pulled it open, then took a deep breath from the cold air of the night.

"Haaah....gaaah....aaaah..." he winced softly, feeling the heated beads rolling out of his rapidly twitching tip. "I can't make it...I thought I could, but...I can't make it without fucking something...or someone."

Imagining Selene cum led his mind to Cherokee. Kieran wanted to relieve her of this burning problem... But was that really the right thing? To be her first? It felt a bit dirty, yet he couldn't deny the intense rushes of arousal he got from sniffing Cherokee's heat-leaden scent. Female cum. He wanted to sniff it. He wanted to lick it. But more than that, he wanted to push his own cum out of his aching balls and relieve the great burden that stirred inside them since Cherokee entered her heat.

The bathroom door creaked. Kieran immediately jumped back into his bed. He heard Selene mutter something before she crashed. When his breathing steadied, Kieran slowly got out, sneaking towards the bathroom with the gentleness of a ninja. He held his breath while he cracked the door open, then sneaked in, shutting it behind.

Alone, finally. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself, then flipped the light on. Kieran squinted his eyes. He walked towards the water closet, pondering on how to do his deed. Then, he noticed something on the toilet seat. He bowed down, sniffed, then swiped a finger over the conspicuous goo. Lukewarm, too thick to be water, bearing a most distinctive smell.

"Selene..." he whispered as he noticed more droplets laying around. Selene was a careless kitty, it seemed. She even forgot to flush the toilet.

Kieran cringed when he saw the ripples of her femcum separating off on the water's surface. There was a sizable amount inside. How could Selene cum so much if she mated her own fingers?

It didn't matter. Not to an aroused Valfen like Kieran. Droplets of precum splashed onto the ground from his bobbing member. Either from his feet or by kneeling, Kieran cleaned off every remnant of his sister's release. The bathroom was cleaned in a matter of minutes, but it came at a horrible price. Raw, unbridled lust fettered every coherent thought inside Kieran's pleasure-dazed head, allowing only his lust to float around a tide of steamy scenarios.

Kieran licked his lips. He spread his legs around the toilet seat, then spat whatever saliva he had inside his palm. He smeared it by curling and spreading his fingers, itching to grab onto his needy cock. Was he really going to do this? Right here? Right now?

The answer was as obvious as his raging erection. Kieran closed his eyes...

...then shivered wildly as his fingers cupped around his burning erection.

"Urrrfffff," a soft groan left his clenched jaws. Even groping himself felt more fulfilling than anything he felt in days.

Kieran remained stuck for a few seconds, then slowly rotated his hand. His erection flared to life, bringing a crashing wave of heavy pleasure along the hard length of his member. Kieran's balls drew up, and his butt clenched as his insides exploded with untamed heat.

"Ghhaa....aaaaah..." his tails flicked wildly from side to side and his eyelids scrunched shut, burdened by the greatest form of delight.

Waves of precum shot inside his palm. Kieran slowly smeared them along his head, yet even something as simple as touching his tip sent jolts of debilitating weakness along his body.

With his head properly oiled, Kieran rubbed himself with a steady circling motion. His fingers stimulated the edges of his knot while his palm rubbed into the oversensitive tip. He pumped his hand from time to time, drawing out wet squelches along with the occasional groan.

The need to ejaculate increased with every throb. Kieran breathed quicker as he approached his peak. Moisture formed inside his eyes. He rubbed quicker, holding his shaft by the base with his other hand to stabilize the hard throbs wracking through his rock hard flesh.

"Mffgghhh...gonna cum," he gulped heavily. "I'm gonna cum..."

The blissful end would soon be upon him. Kieran gritted his jaws, searching for the most arousing scenario to bolster his upcoming climax. Bitches of all sizes and colors shuffled through his mind, all shapely and inviting. Some winked their bare cunts at him, others fondled their breasts, looking sexy as hell. Every time he wanted to settle on one, his mind leaped to another, until Selene's naked form appeared. She was naked, already lubricated from the waves of lust pouring out of her spreading cunt.

Kieran grabbed himself harder, eager to repay his sister with a fat load of fertile seed before his mind leaped again.

Cherokee stood before him, equally naked, her glistening lips dripping with heated arousal. Kieran opened his eyes, then closed them quick to dispel that image. Errant tears flowed along his flushed cheeks. He knew he shouldn't think that way about his younger, innocent half-sister, but he was so close to his peak...so very close. Even Cherokee laughed at him for being so silly. She slowly parted her legs, offering a good look of her entire pussy before her lips too spread, revealing her silky depths. Kieran shut his eyes. Gritted his teeth. Tensed from every corner of his body, forcing himself to think of another female.

Yet Cherokee was in heat. She needed him, like he needed her. Kieran shook his head, over and over again. She was his sister. Not a lover, not a mate, but a sibling he loved.

And she was in heat. A surge of blood rushed through his cock. Kieran pushed his flaring erection into his palm and grabbed. In his mind, it wasn't his hand that fastened around his cock, but his sister's heated lips. Cherokee's folds parted before him without any trace of resistance. They squelched as they took his cock inside. The deeper he went, the tighter she squeezed around his sensitive shaft, until his very knot plopped into the scalding embrace of her sex.

Kieran gasped. He knew he needed to pull back, wrench himself free from that heated prison before he tied her for good, but he couldn't. Her clammy lips fit perfectly around his knot. Her heat quickened his seed, and her kneading muscles urged him to spill. She felt too good. Too right.

Too tight.

With a bursting groan, Kieran curled all his fingers around his knot and grabbed himself as hard as he could. With a hard, spasming throb, his seed burst forth, smashing into his palm like the sea on a stormy day, raging on and on with long, crashing waves.

"Mhhhaaahh...grraaaahh..." Kieran groaned as his balls emptied themselves of all the lust they harbored during this excruciating wait.

Cherokee too cried out in bliss. Her little tunnel was simply flooded with fertile essence. She grabbed Kieran tight, then shoved herself into him, hugging him hard while her lips took advantage of his spurting cock.

The surge that came with that heavenly milking motion stole the little strength Kieran stored within his shivering legs. Kieran fell upon the toilet sit with a resounding groan. His butt smashed against the hard surface, sending a hard shock inside his pounding prostate. The same instinct that urged his hands to look for balance now caused his newly freed cock to shot up.

Kieran thrust his hips forth, unloading a thick line of seed into the air. Some hit the door, while most splashed onto the ground. Selene would see. Cherokee would notice. Kieran desperately tried to grab hold of his spurting member, yet his arms were clumsy, and his spurts too healthy. He tried pushing himself onto his legs...

...then fell again, leaning further onto his back than before. Hot seed washed over his chest. Kieran closed his eyes just in time before the streams reached his face. He spat out the thick substance, then grabbed his cock, directing the stream onto his stomach until the wild spurts of his early climax subsided.

"Ghaa...haaa...aaahh," he panted in the aftermath of the weirdest ejaculation he ever experienced. There was a lot of mess to clean up, but at least he could think of something else other than erotic scenarios.

After he finished cleaning, Kieran looked forward to a night of fulfilling sleep. He closed his eyes, pleased that his member finally stopped tenting his blanket. He would've fallen asleep if Selene wouldn't have started moaning again. Something shifted under her blanket. She winced again, then quickened her pace, adding a squelching sound to the constant fwoosh fwoosh fwoosh of her hand rubbing against the blanket.

Kieran smiled. Somehow, his sister found something to enjoy herself with after all the crap they've been through.

Sleep came easy enough. Morning? Not quite. Kieran was dragged out of his bed before sunrise to learn some truly magnificent news. One, his sister was bailed out on account of a shortage of officers. Secondly, her sentence now became his, so Kieran had to spend two more days in the boot camp.

As he walked back towards the barracks, the Valfen's sharp canines revealed themselves for a second. Cherokee was going to have quite the company when she arrived home from her trip.

*

Cherokee, a ligress of sixteen years, stood in front of her apartment door. She had troubles figuring out what was worse: going back to a life of crippling boredom, stinking like a wild beast, or constantly suppressing the annoying heat resurfacing from the depths of her pussy. It had been a mistake going on a trip in this state, but she was really hoping one male would have the decency to ask her out. Maybe give her a gift, say nicer things to her than variations of 'I want to fuck you.'

What she found instead was a gang of horny, Laydex infested wretches who masturbated all day.

"Whatever. I'm home now," Cherokee pressed her finger against the doorbell.

She didn't hear Selene until the door blasted open.

"Yeeeeeyyyyy!"

Cherokee found herself squeezed against her sister's bountiful breasts. She was naked. Like, completely.

"How's my little sis dooooing? I've been waiting like a bitch in heat for your return!"

"Dirty, stinky, pissed," Cherokee said after her sister gave her a bit of breathing room. "Why the hell are you naked anyway?"

"I've got my fur on."

"Not down there."

Selene laughed, then turned around, her bothersome tails becoming quite the nuisance. Cherokee shoved past them, going straight for the bathroom.

"No tail play?"

"No any kind of play. My bus-shaped ass needs a bit of rest."

"Suit yourself," Selene walked over to the couch. "I'll be around in case you need me for just about anything. Dildos, tips, tongues...you know me."

"I wish I didn't," Cherokee rolled her eyes, then walked along the hall. God, a warm shower was exactly what she needed. Cherokee entered the bathroom, turned the key twice to make sure she was not going to be disturbed, then climbed into the cabin, naked as a newborn.

After she spent her weekend in the muds of Grenhart National Park, hot water felt like God's warm embrace. Cherokee hummed softly as the warm trickles made their way down her curvaceous body. The water almost felt like another's touch. Nice. Comforting. Even...pleasing.

Another whimper burst through her mouth. The days of abstinence left her unreasonably sensitive down there. Cherokee didn't direct the stream to her nethers just yet. She placed the showerhead in its rack, rubbing the fragments of dirt from her fur, then applying a thorough shampooing over her tawny fur. Puffy clouds of bubbles formed around her rubbing hands. Cherokee cleaned her head first, scrubbing both the insides and outsides of her ears before moving down. The stringy muscles of her neck relaxed progressively as she advanced upon her shoulders. That's when she quickened her pace, slowly passing between her small breasts to rub around her belly.

Cherokee picked the showerhead. She closed her eyes, allowing the warm curtain of water to embrace her whole, naked body. Her nose glistened under the pelting stream, as did her pussy. Her hands went lower, and lower, stopping only when her jaws startled trembling with orgasmic weakness.

"Aaaahhh...mmrrhhhmmmm..." the young ligress moaned with abandon under the thrumming pressure of the water. It felt so good, as if a dozen different tongues stroke and lapped at her lips simultaneously.

Cherokee slid over her rift. The stream tickled her edges just a bit, then rushed through like a needy male. Cherokee's folds caved in. She contracted once, slamming them together for a fickle moment before her nethers lost their burst of power. As soon as she loosened up, hot water pushed through her tunnel, tickling her soaked passage. That felt amazing, though not as intense as the overwhelming bliss exploding from her aroused clit. That part was small, shy, like a schoolgirl waiting for her first date. And just like one, it happened to attract the rudest, most infuriating of suitors. Jets of hot, pressurized water slammed into the sensitive nugget, driving it upon the point of eruption.

Cherokee gasped, sucking a sharp breath before her legs started wobbling, knees bending awkwardly under the spasming throes of her greatest pleasure.

"Graaawwrrrrr!" Cherokee smashed her back into the wall, blinking fast, her eyes wide with utter satisfaction.

The pleasure was so intense. Too sudden. It rammed into her like an avalanche, destabilizing the foundation of her body. Cherokee's knees quivered with overwhelming weakness. Her folds spasmed, shuddered, squirted their very essence of life.

"Aaanghhh!"

Cherokee fell, rubbing against the wall as if it was a dear, intimate lover until her ass connected with the hard floor. The impact sent her legs sprawling to the sides, widening her pussy, and with the showerhead still firmly held by her unmoving hand, more scalding water rammed into her sanctuary.

Cherokee closed her eyes, trembling from every joint of her body as her muscles spasmed and kneaded with reckless abandon. The motions converged upon her clit. For a moment, they nestled it within their embrace, allowing Cherokee a sliver of relief.

But that never lasted. As soon as the fleshy walls parted, the hot water invaded her deeper and quicker than anything ever penetrated her before.

Cherokee knew she couldn't resist the overwhelming pleasure for long. She had to give into it. Like an animal craving to breed, she slammed the showerhead hard against her pussy, increasing the heat and the pressure tenfold.

"Mgfff!" her breath hitched as every fiber of her being tensed like a spring.

I'm cumming. I'm freaking cumming, Cherokee thought as she squeezed her tearing eyes shut.

With a hard spasm, her folds kissed each other, holding off the wild pleasure for a couple of blissful moments, allowing it to build like a raging volcano. Then, when the barrage of heat became too intense to resist, Cherokee thrust herself back into the wall, loosening her passion with a quick, sudden squirt.

"Graaaaah!" she threw her head back to howl like a wild, horny beast. Cherokee rubbed the showerhead around her pussy, thrusting it against her exposed folds with bestial urge. It felt so good...so good to be mated by something -anything- that could relive her of this need. Even the thought of a random male sticking his ugly cock inside her stirred her instincts into frenzy. Without even realizing, her peak descended, then climbed once again, rolling into a second, more powerful orgasm.

Cherokee moaned and cried, bending into all manners of awkward position as the pleasure choked the breath out of her lungs. She straddled the shower, then fell on the side, holding it fast between her legs as the water mixed in with her sweet, overflowing juices. They came out in waves, each thinner than the last, until her muscles slowly relaxed their spasming frenzy.

Breath returned to its normal flow. Cherokee threw the shower away, gasping with hunger for the precious taste of air.

"Ffff....fuuuck," Cherokee shivered, weakened by the intense series of orgasms. "That was too intense...Gah, far too intense."

Her fingers prodded around her folds before sneaking through the slimy passage. They remained there, inside the fleshy tunnel, to rub and thrust for a bit. She considered herself too young to be mated, yet the crave to have somebody's body pressed against her own tickled her desires just like the shower massaged her notoriously receptive pussy. Lion, dog, crocodile...it didn't matter. Not now. Not when her pussy was still oozing its last strands of honey.

"Meh...sometime. Had enough shity luck over the weekend."

Cherokee closed the water. She dried herself with a random towel once strength returned to her limbs, then came out of the bathroom, wearing only her ruffled, humid fur.

"Welcome back," Selene said. She was relaxing on her side, on the bed, unashamed of her nakedness. "Had a nice bath?"

"Enjoyable enough," Cherokee walked towards the dresser, trying to avert her eyes from her sister's naked body.

"No, don't do that. Not yet I mean," Selene beat the bed loud enough to attract attention. "C'mere. I don't want to see you wearing one of those ugly ass clothes. You've got a decent body. Shouldn't be ashamed of it."

"I'm not," Cherokee cocked her head. "I just don't like when you stare at me like I'm some cum dripping male. We're not all as sex hungry as you are, sis."

"Cum, eh?" Selene threw her head back, a smile spreading on her muzzle. "Starting to like the way you speak. That trip must've been quite something. Shagged anybody?"

Cherokee rolled her eyes. "Jeez, are you ever gonna stop? Ok. If you wanna know, I impaled myself with your grandpa's dead dick. Happy?"

"Ugh, not by a far shot," Selene shook her head. "I like my males warm, furry, and very, very horny," she then moved on the side of the bed, beckoning quite insistently. "There's no girl in this world who doesn't like to be admired every once in a while. Come here already," the wolfess gestured impatiently. "I want to see you up-close."

"Why?" Cherokee drew back, slightly weirded out by how insistent her sister suddenly became in seeing her naked.

"Just to make sure you're ok, Jesus. I'll keep my hands off if you insist, miss grumpiness. Figured a trip was going to do some good for you."

"Yeahmmm, well...it didn't." Cherokee seated herself on the edge of the bed. She hoped things would be simple, but with Selene, they never were. Her hands wrapped around her chest so suddenly and so tight, all she could manage was a weak yelp before she fell on her back.

"Good arms," Selene grabbed like she meant it. Her strong fingers prodded and kneaded with purpose. "Bit skinny. Can use more meat here on the sides."

Cherokee was never proud of her bony shoulders. "Done now?"

"Not even slightly."

She really meant that. Cherokee submitted herself to the most in-depth massage session she ever received in her life, from her sister nonetheless. Selene went along her hips, keeping rather decent until she sailed along the ligress's thighs. Cherokee prepared to shove her away, seeing how intent her eyes fixed on what lay between her legs.

Selene soared. Within a second, Cherokee found her breasts firmly clutched inside the nekken's hungry grasp.

"Selene-"

"Mmm, you're endowed here too. Like that?"

Cherokee winced as her nipples hardened in an instant under her sister's insistent tugs. "Get off."

"Not until you give me a yes. C'mon, purr it out of your chest."

Cherokee opened her eyes. Then, Selene twisted her fingers, forcing Cherokee's nipples to bend to the side, obliterating any words from her mouth.

An electrifying sensation that bore both pain and pleasure lanced through her thighs, forcing Cherokee to utter something between a moan and a scream.

"Oh yeaaaah!" Selene joined in. "You're properly hard now."

"Get off me!" the ligress blurted out.

She got a few fingers up her cunt instead. Selene pushed towards her clit, poking and twisting. Her magic had no effect. After three drawn out orgasms, Cherokee wasn't even wet. She slapped her sister over the face, then shoved her flat on the bed.

"Never, ever do that again! What the hell is wrong with you?" she pointed an angry finger at the smiling nekken.

Selene's canines glistened in the falling light. Her jaws parted, unleashing a long, whimpering kind of laughter.

"Stop laughing."

"You...you came, didn't you? The shower...you did it with the shower!"

Cherokee's frown deepened. "Stop laughing!"

"You're such a silly slut! Come home, jump in the bathroom, then ride...ride the freaking shower!" Selene kept on laughing. "What was your cum face? You must've...probably fallen on the ground, like aaaaah and ooooh and gaaaah!"

Cherokee couldn't stand to hear her sister moan like a whore anymore. She grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it straight into her face.

"Stop laughing!" she shoved the wolfess' hands away, then grabbed the pillow, smacking Selene again, and again, and again. "Stop moaning like a bitch. Stop laughing. Stop, stop, stop, stop!"

The conflict did stop, when a padded foot took Cherokee hard enough in the gut. She fell out of the bed completely, clutching at her abdomen. "Gaaah," a drawn out cough erupted from her throat. "Why the hell...did you do that for?"

"You deserve it for being a bitch with me," Selene's voice came, strained, and angry. "Beating me with my own pillows? Learned that from your school camp, missy?"

"Myself," Cherokee pushed herself up. "I am my own teacher, you idiot."

"Then teach me, bitch," Selene leaned against the wall, waving at Cherokee to continue even as the ligress tried to pick herself up. "Tell me. Illuminate me on where you've been gone these two days. And don't freaking say school camp. I've been worried sick. You left no message, not even a fucking note to let us know where the hell you've gone too, and to top that off? You've left your cellphone home."

"So what's the big deal? Teacher said no cells, we brought no cells," Cherokee grunted.

"That right? Teacher told you that?"

"Well..." she rolled onto her back to stare at her pissy sister. "it was more of a suggestion than an actual rule. But I know how to take care of myself!" Cherokee crossed her arms to look more imposing. "Just needed to take a break from all of this."

Selene narrowed her eyes. "You mean me and my brother?"

"Yeah..." Cherokee nodded her head. "I still need a bit of time to process that. I figured there's something between you two but...I never actually thought you had a kid. That's disturbing" she said, then pointed towards the kitchen. "Wanna grab something to eat? I'm starving. Especially after you kicked me in the fucking belly."

"It was more of a warning shot," Selene helped her sister up. "Sorry about it. I hope it doesn't hurt that bad."

Before she knew it, Cherokee had an arm wrapped around her neck. Selene pulled her close, walking side by side as if nothing ever happened between them.

"Can you...you know, loosen up a bit?"

The grip became even tighter.

"We're cook buddies. That means we'll eat some great food and have an even better time! C'mon, lets go, let's go!"

As they stumbled towards the kitchen, Cherokee wondered about what put Selene in such high spirits. She was a party girl, through and through, preferring a smile over the weight of a frown. Still, she never was quite so merry around the apartment unless a certain male happened to knock at the door.

"Selene, why-"

"Ruff!" She barked, then laughed at Cherokee's surprised expression. "That was an awesome face you put on. Can you do it again?"

"I...didn't know you can bark like that..." Cherokee said while her sister poked her tongue out, wriggling and lapping at the air.

"Bitch, I can do more things with this tongue than you can possibly imagine."

Cherokee wasn't particularly interested in that topic, knowing full well what the nekken was thinking about as she rolled her broad tongue around her sleek muzzle.

"What? I'm hungry," she said innocently, inviting Cherokee to take the lead into the kitchen.

"Yeah. Hungry for cock, maybe."

A firm hand grabbed her shoulder. "Girl, I was hoping you tried some of that during your school trip. Maybe we should head on an adventure of our own. What do you say?"

Cherokee grabbed the door of the fridge. "I say we should eat first and talk later."

Even the most stubborn of wolves couldn't refuse a warm, cooked meal. Cherokee opened the fridge, having the pleasant surprise to find the shelves fully stocked with milk, meats, and other tasty treats.

"Pass me the eggs," Selene patted her arm to gain her attention.

Cherokee handed them over, two at a time.

"Four is enough. Now give me the bacon and that big slab of meat."

She looked around, unable to find something that matched Selene's description.

"It's in the freezer."

Cherokee climbed up. She found the meat nestled among a plethora of other frozen goodies marked with a golden sygil.

"How did you afford all this premium stuff?" she said after she placed everything on the table.

Selene put the meat under a stream of hot water, then started cracking the eggs one at a time, pouring their contents into a mixing bowl.

"Well?" Cherokee leaned her hands on the table. "Mind telling me your dirty little secret, sister?"

"Kieran helped me," Selene said curtly. Once all four eggs were in the bowl, she started beating them with a hand mixer.

"My brother. He came over to support you financially?"

Cherokee was interrupted by a quick hand gesture. "How's that news to you? He comes by whenever he can to check on me, and we just happened to get a bit snuggly with each other, among other things." Selene clarified with a toothy smile.

"I won't even ask."

"Too bad. I'm gonna say it anyway," Selene stopped for a moment, adopting a pensive look before resuming her furious egg beating. "He came at me, all cute and whimpery. Gosh, I love that sweet sound puppies make when they want something. There's nobody who knows his way around a cunt better than Kieran."

Cherokee shuddered when Selene grabbed her arm, all happy and excited. "Seriously, you have to try him. His tongue feels like heaven on earth. And if that doesn't do it for you, his knot will spread you so far, all you'll feel is pleasure, pleasure, pleasure."

"Yeaaah..." Cherokee said slowly. "I don't really think tying myself with a canine is very high on my list right now."

"Oh come on!" the wolfess grunted. "You're not a proper bitch until you take the K. Seriously, it's a lot of fun. I'm not lying you on this one."

Cherokee rolled her eyes. "Who sounds like a schoolgirl now?"

"Mrrrfff..."

"I know you're really into this, Selene, but I'm still-"

"Shut up and pass me the bacon. These eggs are almost done."

Selene poured seasoning into the mixture while Cherokee split the bacon strips. One by one, they were dipped into the sticky fluid until they dribbled with golden goodness. Then, one by one, Selene dashed them through a mixture of wheat and salt. Selene called it her specialty. To Cherokee, it was nothing more than bacon schnitzel. She helped her sister cut and tenderize the meat, which soon went through the same treatment. With everything done, the morsels were thrown into the frying pan, and the heated oil did the rest.

"Smells good," Selene picked the strips with a fork to place them on a sizable plate. "I see you eyeing the first piece. You want it?"

Cherokee shied away. Anything cooked with grease turned her stomach, and bacon was the worst.

"Suit yourself, school girl," Selene said with a happy smile.

The smell of meat never agreed with Cherokee's nose. She fixed herself a quick salad while Selene was still in the process of portioning her meal, still wondering what else to ask. A week was such a long time. Cherokee took a seat at the table, taking a spoonful of oiled greens inside her mouth.

"Mmmm," Selene chewed on her stringy pork meat. "It's good, isn't it? Imported grass must have a really awesome taste."

Cherokee swallowed, then spoke. "Isn't more different than your smelly meat."

"Oh, really?" Selene leaned forward, poking a hot bacon strip at Cherokee's nose. "Wanna bet?"

"Get that thing away from me!" she swatted through the air.

An inspired move, considering how her sister's eyes widened when her tasty bacon was threatened. She ate it whole, chewing with gusto, her sharp teeth making short work of the cooked piece of meat.

"Mhm. Divine," Selene waved her fork in the air as she enjoyed a few seconds of food orgasm. "So tell me more about your trip. Met any nice guys?"

Cherokee looked back into her salad. The green hues reminded her of the vast wilderness she called home for a couple of days. Oh, those walks through the forest hit a spot that was still untouched by Selene's lewd remarks.

"I haven't screwed anybody. Unlike you, I'm not the type to mate those closest to me," Cherokee said, taking her eyes off the salad lying in her plate. "I've done a bit of camping, lots of walking, and we've seen things."

Selene rolled her fork in the air. "Things like what? Elaborate."

"It's really not something that interests you a lot. We never talk about natural reserves, and we go to the park once in a blue moon. What? You're telling me you'd like to spend the night in a tent now with bugs crawling under your tail?"

The wolfess' lips slowly slid over her fangs. "Wow... the way you said that really makes me want to remain here in the city. You really didn't have much fun out there, did you?"

"I had a tame kind of fun. What about you?" Cherokee took another mouthful of greens.

The wolfess straightened in her chair, placing both arms on the table as if she expected some kind of retort. "What do you want to know?"

"How was the city life during my absence? Did anybody I know come knocking on your door, asking questions, you know...worrying about me?"

"Dear, you really don't have as many friends as you think."

"Yeah. That's because they're all off with their lovers. Now that you mention it, I wish I met a nice lion. Even a dog worked. I've got like eight of them in my class, and not a single one of them could see past my cunt," Cherokee sighed as she bridged her arms on the table. "I've done my research on heat. Don't say I'm stupid for taking my chances."

"Nobody is. I just...you know..." Selene started making vivid gestures with her fingers.

"Why do you always think about sex? That's what made my trip suck. Everybody told me how nice I smell, how good I look and shit like that. That's all I am to them. A walking cunt only fit for breeding."

"That's what heat is, baby," Selene picked another strip of bacon schnitzel. "Drives everyone around you crazy. Females included, of course."

"No..." Cherokee shook her head. "I'm not getting dirty with you."

"Not now you mean. That heat is going to rock you really good, baby. In a day or two, you'll be begging for my help."

Yeah, right. Cherokee finished her salad. She didn't speak, for Selene always turned the topic to sex. For the better part of the day, Cherokee endured her sister's transparent attempts at getting under her fur. Only when the sun went down she finally got a breather when Selene headed out. With so many awesome things to do, Cherokee watched movies and played video games until the doorbell ruined her time alone a couple of hours later.

She knew what it was even before she reached the door.

"Shagged somebody?" Cherokee leaned against a doorframe to watch her cheerful sister undress from her go-out clothes.

"Sucked somebody," she took her coat off to arrange her hair. "And he was delicious. Full blooded Valfen. He gave me a fountain of sweet cum that I obviously couldn't handle. That boy must've braved through abstinence for a good number of hours. I thought he was dying from the way he yowled during climax, then I thought I was going to die when he burst inside my mouth. Kaploosh!" Selene suddenly clapped her hands. "He blows harder than a hurricane, and I cough, and spit, and I'm pissed cause I've never tasted such creamy essence in my entire life, but my boy keeps stuffing it down my throat, and I gulp gulp gulp while I squeeze his puppies dry."

"Puppies?" Cherokee cringed on the spot. "Selene, are you telling me another one of your porn stories?"

"Balls. He had two of them, the size of melons," she grabbed at the air for emphasis. "It was really fucking fun. And no, before you ask, I don't need dinner or anything. That Valfen progeny will keep me fed for days."

"Ugh...that's disgusting," Cherokee grimaced. "Next time just say his name instead of painting our brother like a male slut, ok?"

"What's the fun in going straight to the point? I get enough crap from my job as it is. Besides, for me, a mouthful of cum equals a visit to the most expensive restaurant you can think of, love."

Cherokee preferred not to.

"Where is he anyway?"

"Military detention or something like that. He'll be showing up in a day or two. I was lucky to meet with him tonight. See, we had to meet in secret cause he's not allowed to leave the training grounds, and that made our little tonguing session so freaking exciting!"

"Yeah. I'm sure. Tell me another time, ok? I was busy with something."

Sometimes, a lie was the best way out of a sticky situation. Cherokee went back inside her room, lounging inside her bed with "Vernard's Beautiful World" held between her hands. He was one heck of an explorer, killing the bad guy from the very first chapter. It seemed that the book started off with on the wrong foot until Cherokee realized it focused more on romance rather than full-blown adventure. She was getting through quite the descriptive parts when Selene entered the room like a boss with too little fucks to give.

Cherokee immediately rolled under her blanket to hide her blooming arousal. She wasn't wet, but soaked, her blood burning hotter than an oven.

"Chillax, sis. I'm not in the mood for those kind of games," Selene said. "Just came by to say hi."

"You should learn how to knock."

"Only if you learn how to get knocked up," Selene flashed a toothy smile.

Cherokee barely abstained. She wanted to throw that book straight into that big, satisfied face and force Selene back the way she came from. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy. Selene was insistent. She came around, pretending to look out the window, when in fact she was more interested in what Cherokee hid under the blanket. Yeah. She threw a sneaky glance every few seconds, then looked back every time Cherokee caught her red-handed.

"Why are you here?" Cherokee finally asked.

"To be with you."

"Well, I don't. Go to your room please."

"You wanna sleep alone then? I can see it all over your face. Utter boredom. Arousal. The need to breed is written all over you dear."

"More like...I don't want to even talk about it. Please leave me alone."

"Oh yeah," Selene scoffed. "Do it only with your lover boy. Mind telling me how do you expect to find the one if you read your boring books all day? Or do you expect to stumble upon a magic spell that sends you into the land of cocks and balls?"

"My business is mine only," Cherokee said.

"I can see that. Well, have fun with your fingers then. They're bound to ache considering how loud you howled back in the shower."

"Get out," Cherokee insisted.

"I will. No need to get bitchy about it," Selene walked towards the door, waving her bushy tails around. She touched the handle, fondling it sweetly between her fingers for a few seconds...then turned back towards Cherokee.

"I can eat you out if you'd like."

"Wh-What?"

"Slurpy sluuuurp," Selene flicked her tongue out, licking each of her gleaming fangs. "I'll go deep. So deep you'll beg me to bring you to completion."

"That's like...the most disgusting thing you could think of. Out. Now."

"It's gonna feel great. C'mon, let me taste you. Pleaseeee? I never ate ligress before..."

She meant that. Her wide, lovely tongue slid along her muzzle in the most inviting of manners. Cherokee was disgusted at first, but each heartbeat, each heated pounding reverberating from her soaked cunt changed her mind. She soon found herself tensing with desire every time Selene licked her muzzle. Cherokee longed to feel another's presence between her thighs. Oh, how she lusted for her beloved lion's tongue. The way he slurped and suckled on her pussy was akin to the lust of a wild, feral beast. Too bad he only showed up when she jerked off. The perks of imaginary friendships seemed to be limited to that certain aspect in Cherokee's case.

"So do you wanna got for it?" Selene asked. "I'm going to keep you on a roll, baby, licking you so long and hard that you're going to beg me to stop."

"Get out...Please, just...just..."

"You want it."

"Not now. Leave, please."

"Oh, your juices must taste like cherries. So ripe. So bountiful. You feast on veggies, so that's going to make them extra sweet."

"GET OUT!"

Both of them froze. Cherokee had no idea what took over her. She looked at Selene, then at her trembling knees, then back at her.

"P-please...just go to your room. I'm a bit cranky because you keep ramming my head all day about this sex stuff. Just let me take care of it in my own way, ok?"

"Alright. Jeez. Not like I wanted to keep you up all night," Selene stopped in the doorway. "I just wanted to taste you a little. Drink a bit of femcum to wash down all that Valfen seed I ate earlier. But whatever. I'm out."

She walked to her room right after that, leaving Cherokee completely alone.

The ligress pushed the blanket aside. She didn't wear any clothes since her return. Nakedness felt better. More natural.

It also exposed her lips to anyone's gaze. When she peeked under the blanket, Cherokee was almost startled to see how wet she got during Selene's little speech. Beads of translucent fluid gathered on the hairs surrounding her nethers, and her lips were puffy and soft, dripping with gooey sweetness.

Cherokee gasped when she pushed a finger between her sensitive lips. As much as she tried, she couldn't stop the overwhelming bliss from climbing right into her throat.

"Ooooohhhh..." she moaned with all her heart, throwing her head back into her pillow while her hips thrust, burying her fingers down to the knuckles.

She imagined a wild lion licking her. Then, suddenly, he turned into a feral wolf, making Cherokee quiver from the might of her instincts. She felt so hot. So wanted. Her legs spread open, exposing her delicate tunnel to the imaginary beast's tongue. He ate her out like there was no tomorrow, slurping her juices exactly like Selene intended to.

It didn't take long at all for Cherokee to reach her first orgasm. Once she touched her clit, it was game over. Her entire body seized up, and with a long, howling moan, she erupted into the bed sheets, soiling her covers with wave after wave of thick, translucent slime.

She had an easier time to sleep after that. Snuggled comfortably in her bed, Cherokee kept her fingers inside. She loved to pretend her male was inside her. For many nights she had this particular desire, to keep her mate wrapped inside her folds during an entire night. Two fingers might have not been much, but to Cherokee's sleepy mind, they felt quite close to a feline's tapered member.

Morning rolled in like a storm. Selene was all over her, a storm of paws, shouts, and commands.

"The hell do you want?" Cherokee blinked sleepily.

"Breakfast, my dearest kitty. I have to leave back to my job in half an hour."

"Then eat alone. You're fully capable of doing that last time I checked."

Selene wasn't about to go down that easily. "That's not what I really want right now. So c'mon. Get out of the bed. We'll cook together."

"No," Cherokee said.

"Are you going to play rough then? You know I like it rough."

"Not now. Please, just go away."

"Right after you missy!" Selene threw the blanket off, revealing Cherokee's naked breasts, along with her soft, glistening pussy.

"S-Screw you!" she fought back. "Gimme that blanket. Gimme the-"

It was no use. Selene quickly pinned her arms to the bed, standing over her with a victorious snarl. "You're mine, kitty. All mine."

She slid her slobbery tongue down Cherokee's defenseless neck, making her squirm, tense, and moan.

"Wh-what are you doooing?" Cherokee helplessly moaned as the wolfess circled one of her hard, rounded nipples.

"Showing you how to tame that heat of yours, kitty."

"Ohh...get...get...ooooh!" Cherokee's screams of pain turned to moans of pleasure as that warm, lovely tongue continued to bathe her naked breasts.

Her lust was in full swing by now, heart pumping wildly inside her chest, lips throbbing with desire. Selene abandoned her chest. She slid lower, filling Cherokee's belly with warmth before she dashed towards her exposed pussy, so ripe, so wet with last night's juices.

Cherokee even trembled before Selene got there.

"N-not there. Nraaaaaaahhhhh!" the ligress yowled with reckless abandon. Selene discovered her pussy. She had unrestrained access to one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She was so strong, but most importantly, wet and warm where it counted. That first slurp felt beyond imagining.

Cherokee shivered when a second stroke robbed her lips of their juices. So good...it felt so unbearably good to have something so long slither between her folds like a nekken's able tongue could. Selene pushed her tongue between the quivering folds, lapping the hefty juices oozing from within.

"P-please...please..." Cherokee winced softly, panting with desire, wanting Selene to remain there and tend to her soft, swollen pussy. The nekken fed for a couple more seconds, growling with pure arousal from the meal she just feasted on.

"Mrarh!" she pulled back instead to swallow hefty ropes of sweet reward. "You're so fucking tasty. I never...never expected a ligress to taste so fucking hot."

"Ddd...don't...please don't..." Cherokee struggled against the unrelenting grip that pinned her arms against the bed.

"I'm going to ravage you, ligress. Gonna eat you out so fucking hard you'll see nothing but stars and lights before your eyes."

"No...No, please don't. Pleaseee dooooon't!"

Against her will, Selene pushed her nimble tongue deep within her pussy. She lapped twice, stirring the muscles into frenzy before pushing the rest of her muzzle into the tunnel.

Cherokee's teeth trembled with blissful strain as she was forced to accommodate the nekken's hungry licks. Selene knew exactly where to go. She sailed through her walls only briefly, poking and prodding, slurping the overflowing ooze to make more room for her able tongue. It sneaked just in the right place, forcing the ligress to strain with all her might.

"Graaaaah!" A sharp breath forced Cherokee's muscles shut. She found it. By God's serene strength, she found her clit! The ligress thrust her hips up, beat her sensitive paws against the bed, huffed and moaned as Selene dashed her tongue around that nugget of pure bliss. Each touch felt like fire lancing into the core of her being. Cherokee thought she was going to explode from how hard she tensed.

Then, just when she was on the verge of collapse, Selene thrust her muzzle harder, taking the sensitive clit past her teeth and suckling on it like there was no tomorrow.

Orgasmic rage paralyzed every muscle in her body. For a few seconds, Cherokee seized up. Stars blackened her vision, tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, pressure welled within her cunt. Selene kept licking and suckling, filling the air with lewd slurps and her pussy with intense vibrations that carried into the core of her being.

Cherokee didn't cum. She exploded. With a pounding throb, the pressure vanished, unleashing from her tunnel in the form of a sharp, sudden squirt.

"Raaaaarrrhhhh!" Cherokee screamed with unfettered bliss. She was cumming; cumming harder than she did with the night wolf inside her, feeding Selene's hungry muzzle with waves of sheer bliss. Her tongue splattered through the mass of ejected fluid, splitting the stream into droplets of liquid heat that pooled on her lips, whiskers, or dribbled into the bed.

The nekken suddenly pulled her arms back, freeing Cherokee from her clutch, but not from the orgasm's iron-like reign. Spreading her legs wide open, she remained firmly stuck between them, slurping everything between her trembling jaws. Hefty amounts of femcum dribbled down the sides of her muzzle. Selene swallowed as much as she could, though even she couldn't keep everything down her gullet.

"Graaaah!" She pulled back to take a deep breath, fangs shining with dripping fluids, tongue limp with exertion.

"Don't..." Cherokee squeaked.

Her frail voice turned into a savage groan as the nekken went down on her a second time. Like a vicious beast, she took what she wanted, her tongue wriggling like an eel between the collapsing walls of Cherokee's fleshy passage.

The stimulation brought Cherokee over her second peak. She willingly raised her legs in the air to facilitate the ejaculation of her fluids. Her muscles ate away at the lapping tongue, treating it like a member eager to penetrate them, begging it to spill its seed inside.

Selene had nothing to give. She was here only to take. Her whiskers tickled Cherokee's lips as her tongue sailed around her clit once again, drawing the breath and juices out of her.

"I can't hold onto it...can't..." Cherokee managed to cry out between labored breaths.

To no avail. Selene wasn't pulling back. She remained lodged inside her passage, beating her clit into utter submission.

By the time her third orgasm arrived, Cherokee was completely exhausted. She panted like a dog after a long race, her teary eyes half opened, her tongue lolling out on the side of her mouth, dry and cracked from the many breath she took. Cherokee was more than spent. She was exhausted. And the pleasure kept running its course with no end in sight. The fire kept coursing through her as long as stimulation endured, weakening her body, drawing upon the innermost reserves.

Cherokee thought she was going to pass out. Nothing remained inside her. Not even air.

Then, when the situation became truly dire, Selene pulled back for good.

Air suddenly flared within her chest. Cherokee took a deep breath from that precious, life-giving air. The stars slowly vanished, and cold, revitalizing shudders replaced the draining flames of arousal.

"There," Selene swiped her fluid-drenched tongue over her slippery muzzle. "Breakfast has been served."

"You're...fuck...you're so perverted, I don't even..." Cherokee muttered softly, too dazed to think.

"And you're fucking tasty," she gave another series of licks that forced the ligress back into a submissive series of whimpers. "Never imagined your pussy tastes so good. Grah, I almost feel like I'm going into heat from swallowing your juices. There's something very special about your taste."

She descended back into moans as soon as that broad tongue returned inside her love tunnel.

"Good girl," Selene gave a few more fond licks, kissing her pussy with hot, intimate caresses. "Stay there. Recover. You're going to fall and break something if you get out of bed in this weakened state. Give it a bit of time. Your head will stop swirling if you keep it down."

She gave another long lick through her walls before she kissed the puffy lips as intimate as she did to any of her lovers.

"I'll be back by nightfall, kitty. Better have that pussy ready, cause I'll be rrravenous! Oh, and I've left breakfast on the table. Eat whenever you like."

With that, Selene finally took her leave.

Cherokee gave a sigh of relief. She hated how her sister stole her heat. That perverted licking wasn't love. Suckling didn't equal mating. Yet, as much as she tried to make Selene the villain, a part of Cherokee always wanted to see how a canine's tongue felt inside her.

"She did something to me. What did she find?" she probed her tunnel with two fingers. "It felt so intense. So hard. So...oooohh!" Cherokee collapsed back into her pillow when she trapped that hard nugget of flesh between her fingers.

This was her special little place. The same weakness that sent her over her peak and allowed Selene complete control over so being.

"It's...it's so small, b-but...it feel so good," Cherokee made all manner of faces while she tested, pushed, and dabbed at her nub of flesh.

"G-Goooood!" she squeezed her eyes shut. "No...no no no no no, please no!"

The pressure kept on rising, as did the heat. Cherokee wrenched her hand out, but the damage had already been done. She tensed like a spring, tethering on the verge of eruption.

"Not agaaaaaaain!" she managed to scream before her fourth orgasm dashed thin lines along the bed's messy covers.

It was short, intense, and downright exhausting. Cherokee couldn't keep her eyes open once the throbs ceased. She curled on her side, falling asleep within seconds.

When she woke up a few hours later, the craving was gone, replaced by a debilitating need to drink. Cherokee headed straight towards the kitchen, where she had a glass of juice and a full bowl of fresh salad. She felt alive. More alive than she felt in weeks. Was this why her sister mated all the time?

Cherokee went back to her room. There were so many things she could do, and with the whole house to herself, self-pleasure ranked highest on her list.

*

Three grueling days. Countless orders. Hours upon hours of sexual frustration.

That's what Kieran's punishment summed up to; an unpleasant memory he shoved on the back of his head now that he headed home together with his sister. Selene kept him updated on Cherokee's behavior. Her heat turned her into a bit of a wild card, like any other female for that matter. Kieran was just too smart to poke fun at Selene.

Now? She was the brains in the family. While Kieran could think of nothing but impregnating his sister, Selene wanted to address a more important.

They headed towards a coffee shop to talk plans and scenarios. They both agreed a council meeting would be a bit too overwhelming for the young ligress. Selene suggested something more familiar. More intimate. Like...a talk between brother and sister.

An hour later, Kieran stood in front of Cherokee's room, wondering how best to approach his sister.

He knocked first.

"It's always open, you idiots. Just come in."

Kieran pushed the door open. "It's just me."

"Why? Where's Selene?"

"Browsing the internet. She was really into it so I didn't wanna disturb her."

"It's ok," Cherokee put down her own tablet. "You can sit on my bed. It doesn't have bugs or anything."

"I was about to," Kieran smiled and seated himself right next to her.

Cherokee pushed her head into his arm. She was becoming a lot more affectionate after her heat started. First it started with a boldness, then with close physical contact. Kieran kept his hands on his legs, fully aware of the bulge rippling underneath the bulged material.

"I'm glad you're back," Cherokee looked up, smiling sweetly. "I was a bit of a bitch to you before I went on my trip. Is it true you tied Eira? That you upset your commanding officer?"

"Yeah...Eira entered her heat too. Funny, huh? How everybody seems to bloom like a flower after the rain. My mind just got so fuzzy, and...I just couldn't help myself."

Cherokee looked at him with a cute, suspicious gaze. "Are you going to...you know..."

"No, no," Kieran wrapped an arm around her back. "I'm A-ok around anthros, so don't worry. This beast is properly leashed.

"Hah, you'd wish, big pup. I'm gonna tie you all up if you make a move on me, so be careful where you stick your nose."

"Maybe. Maybe not," Kieran laughed.

They fist bumped. Cherokee grabbed her tablet, and Kieran waited on her heat leaden bed, smelling her heat infested air.

"Uh...Cherokee?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I feel great. Was just about to start one of these shity browser games. Why are you asking?"

Kieran held the answer for a bit, not knowing what to say until Cherokee crawled and rubbed into his chest.

"Something's bothering you."

"It's...simple to describe but hard to put in words," Kieran sighed, ruffling through his half sister's cyan hair with one hand. "I kinda lied about the heat. It does affect me. Messing with my mind, screwing up with everybody around here...I've talked with Selene. She told me what happened during my absence."

"She did, huh?" Cherokee looked the other way. "I swear it wasn't my fault. She just jumped me and...and..."

Kieran massaged her reassuringly. "You can say it, Cherokee. There's no better place to talk than here, among people who love you. We're family. No matter what happens, we'll always love you."

Cherokee remained pensive for a bit before she nodded her head. "Well...there are a couple of things, but I'm not sure you wanna hear them."

"Out with them!" Kieran scratched her neck. "C'mon, say it."

"Alright, alright!" Cherokee laughed. She straightened her pajamas, brushed them off, then sat back on the bed, facing Kieran. "It's obvious what my heat does to you, but-"

"I'm not embarrassed about it. Just...aroused," Kieran crossed his legs, wincing from the pressure exerted on his sensitive cock.

"No, it's fine. More than fine, really. Just sit normally if you want me to talk."

"Fine," he sighed. "Go on."

"I've been thinking about males ever since I started getting wet, you know. Naked males."

Kieran nodded. "That's normal. Everybody goes through that phase. Me and Selene-"

"That's the thing, brother. Selene and you...you are the naked males I was thinking of," the ligress shook her head in amusement. "Naked pair. Sorry."

Kieran needed a bit of time to adjust. This went far better than he imagined. "Re..." he coughed. "Really?"

"Yeah..." Cherokee nodded slowly. "I've seen you a couple of times when you did it last month...then I sat in my bed for days, thinking how beautiful it looked. It's big, so big..."

"I...yeah...comes with being half wolf and all," Kieran smiled mischievously. "Are you sure this is all?"

"No. There's more. I may finish this year if you stop interrupting me."

Kieran was just about to wave her to go on when Cherokee pushed herself against him, rubbing her head under his chin, nuzzling along his chest, hugging him so tight and so warmly that Kieran leaked in his pants.

"I tried to push it back. To deny it...but the truth is I can't stop thinking about cocks. I really, really need one in me. Please...can you help me out? Maybe...in the same way you helped Selene...?"

Kieran gasped, groaned, and throbbed, trying to process her words while the entire might of his instincts rammed into him with the force of a hurricane. She was young, she was soft, she was fertile. Why was he holding back? He could take her, right here and now, and put an end to this heat once and for all.

"Ngghh..agh!" he dropped on his back, rolling Cherokee onto the side. "I...could help you in the way I want, not in the way you need. I mean...what if things get weird between us?"

"You don't want to is what you're saying!" Cherokee scowled, irritated by his refusal. "What's so hard in putting it inside me? It takes a minute. Even less, if you're-"

"You're my half-sister, Cherokee."

"So I need to be a full sister to get fucked? Please! Selene didn't go through all this trouble and she was even younger than me when you filled her!"

"Cherokee..."

"Please, please!" She grabbed one of his hands and hugged it to her chest. "You don't know how it feels...how it burns inside me, keeping me awake every night. I can't last anymore. It's draining me!"

"We'll go into town at first light, yes? Buy some pills. That's what you need."

"No, no, no!" She threw herself all over him. "You! I want you."

"Ghhh..." Kieran sighed when her legs brushed against his flaring erection. "This...is this what you really want?"

"Will you do it?" Cherokee said, sliding her itchy fingers closer towards his crotch.

"I'll...yeah, yeah," Kieran nodded quickly. "Just don't...touch too fast. You're going too low...too hot..."

She rolled away. "Good."

Kieran bought himself some time. How was he going to go about this? He practically dreamed of this moment ever since he found himself inside Selene's overflowing passage for the first time. Mating a sibling felt more intimate than anything. More than even mating his own canine partner.

"You know..." Cherokee said as Kieran scratched along an arm, lost in thought. "I've been thinking about this before. Males, I mean. There were three of them that gave me the sweet eyes. Some dog, and two other felines."

"How did it end up?"

Cherokee's eyes acquired a determined gleam. "I told them to fuck off. All of them."

"Why's that?"

"You know why. They just saw the crack between my legs instead of seeing me," she shook her head. "I don't want my first time to be with one of those assholes. They don't love me. Few even care about me."

"We do, Cherokee," Kieran placed a hand on her shoulder. "We're here for you."

"And that's why I'm here, brother," Cherokee stood up. "I like your company. I like you, not them."

"Oh, Cherokee," Kieran hugged her to his chest despite the raging erection he harbored between his legs. "You should've told me."

"I did," she perked her head up, eyes gleaming with lustful desire. "I told you what I want. I just...I want you to want it too."

Kieran kissed her forehead, then each of her cheeks. Her scent was so pleasant. So intoxicating. He passed between her warm breasts, coaxing a soft moan out of her throat when he took three deep whiffs from the thick aroma wafting through her thin pajamas. "W-wait."

He found his head cupped by her gentle hands.

"I want to see you first...see you without your clothes I mean."

Once Kieran nodded, Cherokee slowly took off his shirt. Her eager eyes took in all the forms, shapes, and curves of his muscles while her hands touched and groped, stirring his desire. Cherokee grabbed the edge of his pants, then looked up.

After Kieran approved with a hearty nod, she pulled the pants down all the way to the heels. Kieran's erection jutted into the air, squirting a row of clear fluid onto the ground. Cherokee squeaked when that happened. She looked at her brother's purple cock from all angles, her mouth slightly agape, her breath slow and focused.

"It's so big from up-close. So big..." she reached tentatively. "Can I touch?"

"Mhm, but don't touch around the knooooooot!"

Cherokee didn't just use a finger. She used her whole palm, grabbing around his sensitive bulge like he was a ripe apple. Kieran's tails swished like mad, his knees threatening to give in from the waves of untamed pleasure besieging his crotch.

"It's...gaaah...it's sensitive!"

"I know, you silly pup," she pulled back with a messy sound. "You're wet and sticky!"

"Y-yeah...tends to do that when I'm ready to combust from all this arousal."

"Already?"

Kieran nodded quickly. "Heat doesn't fuck around."

"Oh, well...Let's do it then!"

Kieran knew he was going to lose it when he saw her pussy, so he looked at the window, hoping to avoid creaming all over his sister while Cherokee took her pajamas off. He lasted less than three throbs. His eyes ran to her petite breasts, analyzing their forms, drinking in the curves before they fixed on the lips between her legs.

Cherokee was thoroughly soaked down there. Drops of fluid formed on the edge of her folds, slowly dribbling towards the ground in thin lines as her walls contracted to squeeze more of her juices.

Kieran's breath hitched. She tensed again, then spread her walls apart, teasing him with the promise of her shelter while the air became increasingly heavier with the scent of her need. Cherokee slowly crawled along the bed, then turned around, spreading her legs wide to the sides to display her glistening insides.

"Am I pretty?" she giggled.

"You're beautiful..." Kieran climbed onto the bed, fettered by her eager folds, caged by the overpowering scent rolling out of her bare, needy insides.

Cherokee grabbed his head as soon as her was within reach. She nuzzled him, kissed his muzzle twice, sniffed his scent while Kieran too licked and bit around her whiskers. Cherokee liked that. She encouraged him to lick further before they both retreated to breathe.

"I want you," she said, panting. "I love you, Kieran. You're my dear brother. My-"

Cherokee's eyes widened as their tongues met again. She closed her eyes, moaning softly as her tongue sneaked inside her brother's mouth. Kieran welcomed it with a warm moan, tasting every part of his sister's wriggly tongue before she pulled back, mesmerized by the kiss.

Kieran kissed her lips again, then descended along her neck, rubbing her breasts and nibbling along her belly until her breath quickened and her hands sunk into his fur. She didn't know what was about to happen, but he did. He set his eyes upon her beautiful folds a long time ago. Distance and possibility held them apart, yet now they were close, the pungent scent drawing him closer, the sweet tinge begging him to take a close, intimate taste.

Cherokee's moan rippled through her chest, overpowering the wet squelch that followed. Liquid heat surrounded Kieran's nostrils. He rubbed into the folds, sucking in the overpowering fragrance with a quick breath before his jaws parted to allow his tongue to suckle and rub those wet, needy lips.

"Aaaah..." Cherokee's fingers curled as her brother's tongue delved into her virgin passage for the first time. "That's...oooh...feels....aaaaah..." she let out a shuddering moan. "So good....feels...mrrrraaaahhh!"

Kieran was in heaven, to taste such a young ligress in the bosom of her first heat. Cherokee's flesh burned with desire. She quivered and shook from the faintest touch, too eager to draw inside the first male that set its eyes on her depths. Kieran was that male. His instincts raged, tearing his mind apart with fiery stings. He pushed his entire tongue through his sister's most sensitive area, spreading the dripping flesh, smelling it, then tasting it with quick nudges before he pulled back to slurp all the slimy, fertile juices his greedy tongue caught onto. He lapped, lapped, lapped into that drenched canal, not minding the moans rippling through his sister's frame or the sharp contractions of her nether muscles. He didn't need to look up to know she was cumming all over his muzzle. The taste of her juices was obvious enough, so Kieran feasted on the oozing honey until Cherokee's eagerness oozed out in its fullest.

"Gha...haaa...aaaah!" Cherokee panted, her eyes half-closed. "Wooow, that was wild...it was...phew! Why did you do that?"

"Instincts," Kieran licked his lips off her delicious taste.

"Felt unreal," Cherokee took in a deep breath, then gestured towards her brother's jerking cock. "Put it in now," she bounced her hips up and down. "I'm really eager to...to see how it feels to be knotted."

Kieran was more than willing to comply. He approached as much as he could without smearing his sister with the strings of precum rushing out of his tip, making sure to keep Cherokee's attention occupied with loving licks along the back of her neck while his wet cock slid along her thigh. Her breath shuddered, slowly at first, then quicker once heat kissed Kieran's tip. He was there. Right against her entrance.

It took just a simple push for Kieran to kiss his sister's other lips, and they both shivered as the most intimate contacts between a male and female had been made. Kieran rubbed up and down, teasing Cherokee with his tip in order to get her accustomed to his generous cock. She clawed at his arm instead, hissing her primal need to be mated.

Kieran couldn't abstain any longer. He propped one hand into the bed, then grabbed himself with the other, pointing right between those two shuddering lips. He could've just rammed himself in like a wild wolf. Take Cherokee like a fertile, needy bitch.

But he just allowed himself to slide through her warm, fertile tunnel, holding his instincts in check to avoid hurting his beloved sister. Endless heat rushed along the veins flaring along his hardening member, followed by gripping muscles and wet, dripping juices. Cherokee's pussy squelched, and with a quick spasm Kieran found himself pulled behind her outer lips.

He fell upon her neck, grazing at her with his trembling teeth while she moaned out her great delight. Tight...she was so tight, so warm, so eager. Her tunnel shuddered without stopping, pounding more warmth through his cock and quickening his seed. Kieran pushed through. He braved her silken depths with a slow, tentative thrust, gritting his teeth against the unbearable pleasure that assaulted the core of his being. He's never been inside this little ligress before. The clutch of his hand was all he knew before Selene took him inside her sex, and later on her mouth. He thought a wriggling tongue and a bit of saliva felt glorious, yet that compared to the feel of a feline's eager pussy.

Cherokee was tighter, warmer, and infinitely wetter than what his fantasies conjured.

And Kieran wanted nothing more than to spill every drop of his essence into his hot, beautiful sister.

"Quicker," Cherokee winced, pushing her butt into her brother's crotch. "Give...give it to me. Knot me like you did your feral bitch."

Kieran drew back. He remained there for a second, preventing Cherokee from squeezing around his entire length. She found that incredibly stimulating, almost crying for his cock to plunge deeper. Her passage widened once again. She curled her fingers, gripping onto the sheets, then rotating around faster than Kieran expected to fasten her legs around him and encourage him to thrust with the eagerness of a feral beast.

Kieran wanted to shelter his entire length within her. He was just afraid; afraid he might hurt her with his size. That's why he kept to the edges, working his shaft in and out, merely stoking her appetite.

"Deeper," Cherokee lapped at his muzzle. "Stop teasing me you fucking pup and breed me already!"

"I'll...yeah, I'll..."

"Deeper!!!" she pushed forth with all her might.

Kieran's balance wavered. Weakened by untamed lust, his knees gave in. He fell against Cherokee, embracing her tighter than ever while his cock speared through her pussy all the way to the balls. Both of them cried out in bliss at the sudden might of the penetration.

"Haaaawwwww!" Cherokee moaned out loud.

Kieran groaned and gasped, trying to keep his essence inside as his knot was squeezed from every possible direction. Not like this...not seconds after entering her.

But Cherokee was already way over the edge. She choked on her breath, too worked up by the streams of fluid coursing along the bulge that stretched her virgin walls wider than ever.

Kieran felt her walls constricting around him. She was preparing to unleash her final, terrifying orgasm, and there was no way he would resist her heat when that happened. He grabbed Cherokee tight, then secured his knees onto the bed. His knot plopped out of her for a second, then entered her with the same strength and alacrity.

Cherokee cried out in pleasure, wanting more, demanding it with a wildness she never expressed before.

With quick, erupting squelches, Kieran squeezed his eyes shut and mated her in the feral ways of the wolf. His arms became iron. His abs tempered steel. His cock slowly hardened to completion, bloating with immense reserves of seed reserved only for a special female like her.

"Mrrrfff...uuunffff....raaaah..." he groaned as his knot slapped against Cherokee's shuddering pussy, refusing to go in until the wolf willed it. Kieran kept going hard and fast.

Three thrusts...two thrusts...one thrust...

He wanted her to cum first. To give her that pleasure before he plugged her cunt for good.

Cherokee drew in a shaky breath. A sudden squirt traveled along her canal, ramming into Kieran's cock. The wolf let the fluid dribble down along his knot. Cherokee's muscles convulsed, embracing him during the highest ascent of her pleasure. Kieran's eyes teared up. This was it. The moment he was waiting for With a mighty shove, he rammed his knot into her pussy, pushing so deep his balls kissed her wet walls.

Cherokee howled under her climactic ascent. Kieran too groaned with orgasmic rage as his knot fully expanded to seal off the torrent gushing out of his sister. A second. That's all it took for his seed to rush along his bloating tubes before exploding into Cherokee's fertile womb.

"Raaaahhhh!" Kieran howled, clutching his sister tight as his cum flowed within her.

"Aaawwwrrr," Cherokee too moaned, biting into her brother's neck. Both of them froze for a moment, stunned by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through their bodies. Tight muscles milked Kieran's seed, prompting his balls to give all they had. He squirted long and hard. Each burst was accompanied by one of Cherokee's heated squirts. Her body responded to the stimulation, kneading the wolf's whole length and washing it in fertile juices.

"Ghh...nnnffff," Kieran grabbed his beloved, holding her as tight as she held his member.

"Again...ooooh, it's coming again..." Cherokee managed to say before she peaked into her second orgasm from the sheer size of the package lodged within her pussy.

Kieran's crotch pumped furiously. Instinct demanded that he inseminated his mate, and with his knot secured in a tight space, his fertile ropes shot with unbearable pressure. Each burst sent an explosion of colored stars in front of his eyes, each spasm a quaking blow to his crotch. Spurt by spurt, his balls emptied to completion, turning Cherokee's juices a pearlescent color.

They both panted in the aftermath of the climax. After three orgasms, Cherokee was too tired to even move. She laid on her back, nuzzling sweetly along Kieran's neck, whispering in his ear.

"Inside...remain inside a bit longer..."

He was more than happy to oblige, treating her like a queen long before his erection subsided. He cleaned Cherokee's cum flooded pussy with his shirt, then laid on his side, with his arms clutched protectively around her naked body. Kieran only planned to rest for a couple of minutes, but when his heavy eyelids closed, only the warmth of her lips remained in his mind along with the suave scent of their combined fluids.

Kieran shifted in his sleep. Something warm swam through his flesh, slithering towards the great tightness building up between his legs. He tried to push it away, but it persisted, becoming hotter and more bothersome with each passing moment.

"Ghmm..." he wanted to open his eyes and see the source of this mysterious heat, but he felt too drowsy. Too tired. Too good.

Whether it was a dream, Kieran did not know. He swirled along the strangest tides, trapped in a blank blackness he could make no sense of. Everywhere he looked was void, though he could make out some strange sounds if he focused hard enough.

He frowned, ears twitching, tail flicking behind him. He was in a pool or a river of some kind. He didn't know how or why, just that it was sticky and hot. Kieran pushed his legs into a walk, but they crumbled like sand before a mighty tide, too weak to even take a single step. He grabbed with his arms, but the thickness grabbed him back, refusing to let go as he desperately tried to wrench himself free.

"Aaah...mmmmrrrhmm....ummmffff!" he winced as the heat picked up, becoming warmer and warmer, threatening to envelop his entire knot. It became really stubborn now. It dashed around his tip, tickled his sensitive meat with stubborn prods, and clutched around him so tight and so hard he really thought he was going to ejaculate there and then.

"Naaah!" Kieran pushed himself up to see Cherokee's pleasure-dazed eyes staring back at him. She blinked, and Kieran blinked too, three times to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Cherokee's gentle whimper confirmed his suspicions. She looked down. A second later the heat picked up, drawing another shivering gasp from Kieran.

"Aaah hawwwrrrr...stop...gah, just...just stop!"

She pulled her head back. Kieran's bare erection fell on the bed, sending a jolt along his leg muscles. That hard, dry texture felt quite horrible in this aroused state.

"Mmmm," Cherokee stopped to wipe off the sticky streams falling down her chin. She licked her lips, wiped her hand on the sheets, then looked back at Kieran, her eyes sparkling with both desire and shame. "It's wrong to do you in your sleep, I know. Probably weird. I should've...should've probably asked you, but you were sleeping so comfortably, and your body felt so warm..."

"Cherokee..."

She put two warm fingers onto his lips, frowning slightly. "Let me finish."

Kieran nodded quickly. He was leaking quite heftily from his unattended tip. A dark splotch already formed on the bed sheet, growing more and more as it was continuously fed with fresh juices.

"I wanted to wake you up, but then I felt your cock brushing against me, and...you know how good it felt last night. You were inside me. You came inside me, and I wanted to feel that pleasure again," Cherokee's gaze drooped. "It felt too crappy to do it when you were asleep, so I remembered that thing you did with your tongue. Males love it too. I've seen it in movies, and...I thought you'll like it. That's all."

Her hand slowly drew back to pull the blanket closer. Kieran caught a glimpse of her pussy. It overflowed with sticky heat, almost winking at him with a needy squelch before the enticing sight disappeared behind the cover.

"I'm dirty. You hate me. I can see it in your eyes. I should-"

Kieran grabbed her arm before she managed to leave. "Stay. Please."

"I don't want to-"

"Stop," he pulled her close enough to push his head into her warm chest. "Stop being silly. What happened last night was something we both wanted. Yes, the heat might have quickened the process a little bit, but that doesn't change one fundamental fact."

"That I'm slutty?" Cherokee smirked.

"Good guess, but no," Kieran kissed her neck. "There's a lot more to you than that."

Cherokee giggled happily. "What's it? Tell me. Eek, it tickles!"

Kieran raised his head to her level. "I love you, Cherokee. I love both you and Selene, and that love will remain in my heart forever, no matter what decisions you take or what you may think about yourself. We're siblings. We take care of our own, right?"

"Seems I took that a bit too far," she pointed down.

Kieran looked at his dripping erection and smiled. "At least we've got something in common now."

"We're horny?"

"Wet," he licked her nose. "And now you're wetter than me."

Cherokee leaned onto him. They both remained tightly wrapped in each other's arms before Kieran found himself eased on his back. Cherokee gently massaged his body, her eyes never leaving his until she reached his shaft. She looked down at his cock, then back at him, eager to receive the confirmation she wasn't going too far with her heated curiosities.

Kieran nodded. He had a hard time refusing Cherokee outside her heat. She was sweet, caring, and very beautiful. Now, with a raging erection pounding between his legs, the decision came almost instinctually.

Cherokee's fingers gently wrapped around the thick base of his shaft. She slowly moved towards the tip, caressing every vein on her way with her thumbs while the pads of her fingers applied constant bursts of soft pressure.

Kieran rolled his head back, a heavy sigh escaping his throat. She was close again. So close to one of the most sensitive spots on his body. But she didn't grab it. Cherokee went back to his sack, sliding first, then grabbing the whole package in a single hand.

"Ahhhh..." Kieran moaned, not expecting her to be so eager to touch his balls.

"They're big. Heavier than those cupcakes I like. They feel so nice though. Almost fluffy."

"Want to rest your head on my pillows then?" Kieran joked.

"Maybe," she jiggled her hand to weigh the spheres. "Wonder how much seed is hiding in here."

"You know, Cherokee. I've...ah...it's all over the bed sheets. Didn't think it was just going to stick inside you, eh?"

Cherokee noticed the harder patches, but chose to ignore them in favor of the blooming erection splayed before her.

"I want to taste it," she leaned closer to Kieran. "I wanna see how your cum matches against my own."

"It's thick, stubborn, kinda nasty to swallow. Just..."

Her clutch applied more pressure. "I want it. You licked me down there. It's only fair I do the same. Siblings share, right?"

Kieran's face scrunched with indecision. He had no good answer prepared for her, and as a result Cherokee went down on him before he had any chance to speak.

Kieran tensed up when his shaft plunged inside heated muscles once again. Cherokee held onto him just like her pussy did, stubbornly and efficiently. Her tongue had a great thirst for his precum. She suckled the juices right out of him, and Kieran couldn't help himself from delivering more. His balls were more than eager to release their burden, and with every throb he soared towards completion.

"Aagh...Cherokee...sssstop."

She slid along his shaft, rubbing him hard with one hand while the other grabbed behind his knot. Heated surges traversed his cock. Kieran's muscles bulged with feral might under the tremendous waves of stimulation. Cherokee stroke too quick. Grabbed too hard. And to make matters worse, she bobbed her head up and down, kissing his entire shaft, just like a bitch's insides would.

Kieran closed his eyes, then threw an arm towards her chest, shoving her back. Cherokee fell onto her side. She picked herself up almost immediately, watching him with a shocked expression.

"You're not...Damn it, Cherokee, you're not a whore!"

"Why didn't you say it then?" she cried back. "Why didn't you say anything you fucking asshole?"

The whole blanket fell on him, and then the pillows followed. Kieran groaned helplessly. His cock was rubbed with the wrong kinds of stimulation, making him shiver uselessly while Cherokee continued her tantrum.

"I thought you liked it. I know you did. I heard your moans, your cries, your...you almost filled my mouth, you bastard, and now you call me a whore?"

"Only because I want to take you!" Kieran cried out.

"What?" Cherokee blinked in surprise. "You really...you want to mate me again?"

"Yes!" he threw the bothersome blanket aside. "I don't want to spill myself in your mouth. You deserve to be loved, appreciated, cared for, not to suck like those dirty skanks."

"Well, the males in the videos kind of liked it."

"Fuck the males. Screw their sex. That's emotionless, Cherokee. Just a need of the body."

"Make love to me then. Please," she threw herself in Kieran's arms, rubbing all over, kissing and nuzzling. "I need you in me. All morning I've been fantasizing about this. Last night felt so good. So bloody good..."

Kieran kissed her ear before he moved down her neck. "How do you wanna do it?"

"From behind," Cherokee whispered in his ear.

"Really?" he shivered with excitement. "Wanna do it like a wolf?"

"Mhm," she gave a fond lick along the length of his jaw. "The vagina is made to be taken from behind. Read that up on the internet. You should also be able to thrust faster too."

"Selene wouldn't mind, but you're smaller than her. I don't wanna hurt you, sis."

She grabbed his head before he could shake it another time. "I'll let you know if you get too rough, stud. Now back off and lemme get ready."

Kieran carefully crawled towards the remaining side of the bed, gritting his teeth every time his cock jolted between his belly and the bed covering. Cherokee only needed a few seconds to get on her fours. She took position right in front of him, with her tail flicking invitingly above her soaked lips. Her sweet fragrance was overpowering. Kieran traced a drop of liquid lust as it trailed down her lips. It met the bed with an inaudible sound, masked by the wetness of Cherokee's shivering pussy.

He wanted it. Craved to sink his whole cock through the silky tunnel displayed before his very eyes. But that was only instinct talking. Kieran grabbed her tail, rubbing the furred tip against his face before he ran his face along its length. When he reached the base, he gently pushed the tail to the side. Cherokee looked back, fully expecting him to enter. Instead of a moan, a soft sigh left her throat. Kieran kissed her rump. He grabbed one of her cheeks, fondling it with his dexterous fingers while he nuzzled the other one. Even here, her smell was thick and irresistible. Kieran only managed to slide halfway down before he closed in towards her pussy. His nostrils flared with a deep breath, then narrowed back as a long, moaning sigh left his throat. Cherokee opened her mouth. She was just about to say something when Kieran's tongue froze the words on her tongue.

He kissed her pussy, rubbing his lips up and down her soaked flesh, puckering them in the form of wet, slurpy kisses. If her smell was overpowering, then her taste was divine. Kieran swirled her honey inside his mouth, then rolled his eyes in the back of his head when he swallowed. His whole body thrummed with desire. His cock begged to be embraced.

And he kissed her lips and parted her flesh with his tongue, driving her need into frenzy.

"Kieraaaaan..." Cherokee's voice shook. "Too...too hot. Please...just...just..." she trailed off with a short moaning cry as her tail shuddered in his grip.

Kieran let her have her first orgasm, swallowing on the hefty juices for a couple of seconds before he cleaned the honey from his lips, hands gliding slowly along Cherokee's body. Once he found her chest, he pulled slightly back, aligning his member to her entrance. Cherokee's gaze was literally pleading him to mount her. His own member burned with desire.

With a slow, squelching thrust, Kieran sank inside her heated passage all the way to his knot. The feeling of entering a wet female for the first time was out of this world. She bloomed like a flower before him, her malleable flesh adapting to the girth of his cock. Cherokee never remained still throughout the penetration. Her tail slapped upon Kieran's thighs, and her insides shuddered too intensely for him to stop. If he lingered for too long, he would undoubtedly cum from her restless embrace, so Kieran advanced inwards, pushing his knot harder and harder against her lips until every inch of his cock was sheltered within the moistest, hottest embrace he ever experienced in his life.

"Haah...aaaah..." Cherokee panted. "I could...could cum...only from keeping you inside."

"Same goes for me," Kieran gritted his jaws. "Ghh, I'm close. Fuck, too close..."

"Thrust," Cherokee scowled. "Quick! Don't spill yet. Don't spill!"

Kieran's muscles tensed with shuddering passion. The way back was even more pleasurable than the penetration. Pressure and heat worked on his sensitive knot, quickening the seed in his balls, engorging his member with rippling delight. It took humongous effort just to see himself all the way out to his tip, and even then Kieran panted and shivered like the peak itself was upon him.

"Thrust," Cherokee encouraged him with her needy voice. "Fuck me until your knot swells. Don't think I can take it if...if you start cumming."

Thrust. Spill your fertile seed inside her receptive womb, instinct raged inside the fibers of his being. Kieran managed another trip through her squelching, overflowing depths. Cherokee moaned with delight, joining his hissing groan. Her hands grabbed onto his. Kieran didn't know why until he was guided to her petite breasts. Cherokee pushed, encouraging him to grab and feel and tickle, and that's exactly what he did. He fondled her soft breasts to increase her pleasure and distract himself from the surging heat ramming into his crotch as he started mating her with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Ghh..." Kieran's face scrunched with orgasmic might. "I'm not...not gonna last very long."

Cherokee shoved herself back into his balls. The unexpected force against his sack sent the wolf's pleasure over the top just as much as the feeling of having his knot enveloped by milking muscles. With his arms firmly wrapped around Cherokee's chest and his fingers curled around her breasts, Kieran gave his final thrusts. His muscles bulged with tremendous pleasure, his breath shook, and his thrusts picked up as his knot started to harden like a rock.

"It's growing," Cherokee looked back, her moistened eyes glistening with the raw pleasure of mating. "Stretching me, mrrrhhhmm...you're almost there...almost....uuunnnnfff!"

Her eyebrows trembled and her lips too shook, too strained by the intense stimulation rippling through her tunnel. Kieran pounded her too quickly. His knot went in and out of her squelching folds, splattering juices on the bed, on his balls, everywhere it could, and the only thing Kieran could think of was to pound his sister just one more time before his knot swelled to refuse. He was too big, too firm, too well suited to quench her heat.

And with a sudden whimper, Cherokee pushed her head into a pillow and screamed, giving in to the untamed pleasure.

Her muscles seized up, holding Kieran in place for a second before liquid heat rushed out to bathe the entirety of his member. It seeped into his cock hole, washed around his bare member, squirted onto his knot with an intensity that shattered the little resistance he had left in him.

Kieran gritted his jaws, then shoved himself forward, sinking through Cherokee's erupting passage all the way to his balls just in time for his balls to release their load. Sizzling pressure build inside his crotch. Within a moment, his cock bloated with fresh seed, and in the next Kieran unleashed harder than he ever did during a masturbation session. He fell upon his sister's back with a feral cry, too weak to support his own weight during this moment of intense delight. Rope after rope of thick seed gushed through the entirety of his member, spearing out of his flaring cock. Cherokee's muscles applied significant pressure upon his oversensitive knot, making sure to milk any male that ventured so far within her passage.

Kieran was an easy target. This was only his second time mating a ligress. The first was sudden and explosive. He had no idea what to expect, but now, after he tasted Cherokee's insides, he hungered to spill into the depths of her caressing passage. Her wet muscles dripped with nectar. Strong spasms pushed her fragrance out, heating Kieran's member, coating his balls, and dripping onto the bed as a pearly mixture containing her liquid heat and his fertile seed overflowed from their union.

Embraced by such a caring lover, Kieran gave it all he got. He inseminated his sister until he drained his balls down to the last drop, and even then he still remained inside Cherokee to give her just a bit more of the sperm-rich essence that flowed out during the tie.

"Amazing," she panted in the aftermath of her repeated orgasms. "I came like five times. What about you?"

"Just once...but it was a long one."

"I felt that," she giggled. "Can I roll on my back? Knees are starting to ache."

"Sure. I'll just pull out and-"

"No," Cherokee grabbed onto his hand. "Don't pull. You'll get my bed dirty."

"It already is."

"It's somewhat dirty. I don't want to make that worse."

She grabbed one of the nearest shirts and gave it to Kieran to hold underneath her pussy while she shifted around his cock. Once she was on her back, Cherokee spread her arms, inviting Kieran into a warm hug.

He sighed softly when he fell upon her naked body. She felt just as warm as her pussy, and twice more caring. They kissed, nuzzled, and delighted in this sweet intimate contact, holding just as tight as the tie bonding their private parts together.

** ***The End*****

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