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The chandelier's crystal reflections lay over the white plaster roof, angled and bent, their color dim in the intimate half-light of the room. Leah stared up at them, but only until her breath fluttered away and her eyes drifted shut. "Ohhhmygod..."

Mark's paws had found her nipples. The fox squeezed and twisted them, his padded fingers cupping and holding the weight of her breasts, the tip of his muzzle nipping gently at her soft-furred neck.

"OhhMark..." Leah lowered back down, her legs straddling him on the leather couch, and gasped with every inch that sunk back inside her. The white-haired husky opened her dark-blue eyes again and traced her gaze over the chandelier's patterns through her haze of pleasure.

A deep groan rumbled through his chest. One of his paws fell to the curve of her hip, holding her as she sunk down and back up again. His sharp canine fangs darted in to nip her in between.

Her instincts pined with each miniature bite, longing for his jaws to lock down hard around her neck in the peak of his pleasure. Her eyes darted to the mantle-clock; half past eleven. They'd been making love for forty minutes now, taking it slow, and his grunts and groans were becoming spontaneous and heartfelt. His grip tightened around her hips and pushed the twin bulge of his expanding knot against her, his motions jerky and driven on instinct.

Her heart skipped at the feel of that bulge against her, insistent and inevitable, promising and terrifying. She whined up at the ceiling, lifting her head to expose neck for his jaws, whimpering and lowering her ears in instinctive submission. "M-mark..."

The fox grabbed her hips harder and pushed his open muzzle over hers. Leah kissed and licked at him frantically, her heart thumping madly, the snatches she caught of his stare sending jolts of lightning through her. He forced his knot against her captive pussy and held on the verge of pushing in.

Leah broke her muzzle away and tried to speak between panting breaths. "Mark, wait..."

He groaned, his claws on her curves, and bucked his knot straight up into her tight, waiting hold.

She gasped at him, her eyes wide and bright, her paws on the hard muscles of his biceps and her muzzle an inch from his. "...he could be home any minute. We shouldn't tie..."

Mark didn't look like he was capable of caring. He groaned and moved against her, pushing and pulling his knot in her tight hold, its bulge filling out more and more to squeeze against her pussy.

"Ohhhgod..." She lifted her head back, held onto him, and looked back up at the patterns on the ceiling. Her heart pounded with the urgency and sharpness of the risk, her chest fluttering with the weakness he instilled.

Mark started kissing her neck, but not with the innocent tongue and lips of a lover. His canine teeth bit into her skin and put gentle pressure on her jugular veins: a carnal animal on the verge of taking his willing prey.

Leah closed her eyes, her head tiling further back on instinct. "Oh god..." She ran her claws through the fur on his back, feeling him tense more and more with rumbles of pleasure.

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her down to the cushions. She went with him and let him pull her beneath, her legs open around his knot, her paws rubbing through his fur until they reached the back of his head. Closing her eyes, Leah wrapped her legs around him, grasped his head, and pulled his muzzle down where she knew he wanted it.

His jaws closed against the soft fur of her neck and his sharp canines bit down hard against her thumping jugular veins.

Leah bolted her eyes open. She gazed up at the ceiling, the breath caught inside her, her neck hanging from his jaws and her whole body locked in tension around the fox's fully-swollen and fully-tied knot.

"RRRGH!" Mark's jaws spasmed around her neck, his thrusts went frantic, and the male groaned and snarled the unbearable heights of his ecstasy into her saliva-soaked fur.

Leah howled and yelped into the house, her cries echoing through to the kitchen, the garage, and to the empty nursery upstairs. She yelped in pleasure and pain as the fox rutted her between her legs, her bare foot-paws gripping his muscular thighs, her toes curled into his fur and her toe-claws dragging over his skin.

His jaws shifted around her neck and he bit down harder with each groaning cry, bruising her muscles and making her whimper in deep, pleasure-stricken submission. Then his bite slackened off and her neck fell from his rows of canine teeth.

She collapsed back onto the couch like a wilted flower. Leah panted hot breaths over her lolling tongue, her eyes rolled half-way up, her limp arms laying flat on the cushions in surrender.

Deep, satisfied rumblings came from the male above her. He ground his knot needlessly down into her and looked her over in open gloating. Pleasure sparked around the ball of muscle inside her, sharp and real, making her whimper, bend her knees, and tense her legs back up against his sides.

His muzzle dipped down and brushed against her ear, the breath from his words making her shiver. "You're so fuckin' sexy when you're tied."

Leah let out a huff of air and moved her muzzle up against his, her tongue out and searching, her jaws loose and open.

Mark turned his muzzle down into her offered kiss and wrapped his tongue around hers, their long jaws closed together.

She moved her paws back to his head and scratched behind his ears, drawing her claws through his fur. Breath rushed through their noses and urgent moans escaped through each of their muzzles, their embrace tightening and their kiss deepening.

A car door slammed outside the front windows.

Their muzzles flinched apart. Gasping for breath, their saucer-wide eyes locked together, both flicked their sensitive ears towards the door.

Footsteps clacked louder and louder along the path.

Mark's arms plunged beneath her and around her. He rolled off the couch with her hugged against him, hauled them both upright, and then set off across the floor. Leah locked her ankles behind him and gripped him with her legs, his knot still throbbing inside her. The fox half-walked and half-leaped through the room with her to the cupboard in the corner - he pulled the door open, ducked inside, and shut it behind them.

Silence. Silence and breathing. Panting, shivering, shaking, waiting. Leah held him so hard her claws dug into his arms. Neither dared to move.

The front door rattled with keys and clacked open. Footsteps came in, something heavy thumped down to the floor, and the door slammed shut again with a bang.

Silence. Leah dug her cheek into Mark's neck, trembling and shivering all over, her wide eyes fixed to nothing in the dark.

Her husband, Jake, called into the house from the other side. "Leah?"

She flinched, hard, and gripped Mark's muscles.

Jake waited a moment then called out louder. "Leah, you there?"

Oh god oh fuck he knows...

Two steps thudded over the floor. "Leah?"

He'll smell the sex he'll smell us he'll smell me he'll see the indents on the couch he'll find my cum-stained panties...

Two more steps came from the other side and then the sound of a coat unzipping and being tossed down somewhere.

A high-pitch sound warbled in her ears. One of Mark's paws slid over her back and started stroking her head gently, calmly, and the sound went away. Only then did she realize it had been coming from the back of her throat.

"Hello, Leah honey, you home?" Thumping footsteps came towards the cupboard and the other side of the door.

She buried her head against her fox's chest and fought the pining whimper in her throat, drawing strength from the feeling of him - of him knotted inside her, his bare fur against her, his paws stroking her, holding her.

The footsteps passed the door and moved away into the house. "Leah, are you upstairs?" Increasingly distant thuds moved upwards within the house, climbing the staircase, and finally let a fraction of the tension ease away.

Mark moved painstakingly slowly in the pitch-dark space. He turned around and reached out with a paw to feel along the walls, moved over to one, and sagged back against it. Still holding her, his body ridged with strength, he sunk down and managed to sit on the floor with her in his lap.

The movement flexed and pulled at his tied knot and both of them had to bite their lips to keep from groaning.

Leah straddled his waist with her legs folded back on the floor to either side of him. She gazed down into his eyes in the dark, his reflective irises glinting from within, catching the tiny amount of light in the room just like her own. Her hips ached to move around him.

Mark's need was obviously worse. His hips rocked subtly but undeniably beneath her, moving his knot, sparking the pleasure both of them could feel building inevitably back up.

She struggled to keep her ears fixed on the door somewhere in the darkness behind them. Mark's arms slid away and let her go for the first time since he'd picked her up. He grabbed both of her breasts straight away as though unable to resist. His paws squeezed her and his rough, padded fingers pinched her hard nipples between them.

Leah sucked a sharp hiss of air between her teeth and opened her muzzle towards the ceiling; the deep, heart-felt moan she was about to let out stifled and silenced at the last moment.

Footsteps thumped somewhere above them. Floorboards creaked and doors banged shut. She gazed up at the sounds through half-lidded eyes, picturing her husband, imagining him, remembering his face and his scent, all with another male driving her absolutely wild. "Oh g-god, Mark..." she breathed, "d-don't..."

His paws groped her unabashed and his hips rocked his knot inside her silky, tight embrace.

"P-please, don't...ahh..." she closed her eyes and winced, clamping her muzzle shut. She tried to breathe evenly and ignore the sensations assaulting her, but every rub of a claw or a finger over her nipples, every selfish squeeze of a breast, every tug of his knot against her...

"Ahh, M-Mark, nnhh..." Her hips started to roll in time with his, flexing around his knot, her toes curled up and her short sickle tail lifted high against her back.

"Fffuck..." he breathed, his muzzle lifted against her ear, "ohh yeah..."

"We can't." She stifled a whimper. "Please..."

Mark groaned against her. She could tell his control was slipping away, his ability to think and reason, everything dissolving away into the feelings coursing between both of their legs.

Leah bit her tongue and glanced over at the door. More creaks and muffled footsteps came from upstairs.

Mark's arms slid around her and his paws grabbed fistfuls of the fur on her back. He brought his head down and nuzzled into her neck, his hips rocking on instinct, his heart thumping hard against her chest. "Ohhhffuck..."

She nuzzled him back, rubbing her cheek against his. The cupboard blurred and faded around her. Raw pleasure flowed through her and brought her tongue lolling from the end of her muzzle in steady pants. Delirious, she flexed her hips around the rod of fox muscle trapped between her thighs, whining through her nose.

Jarring thuds from upstairs crashed her back into reality. She snapped her head around to the door and stared, still panting with her tongue lolling out, her dish-like ears turned towards it.

Loud footsteps descended the staircase and moved into the hallway.

"Mark!" she hissed straight into his ear, "stop!"

The fox groaned and rubbed her breasts in his rough, padded palms, oblivious to everything else.

The footsteps thumped back into the room and stopped near the other side of the door.

Leah flinched, rigid, frozen with terror.

Something clicked, beeped, and the long, varying tones of an auto-dialled number came through the door. "Hey, Mary-Anne. It's Jake Adlington. Yeah, Leah's husband. Yeah. Oh, all right thanks, you know how it goes, late night in the boardroom again. Say, Leah isn't over at your place, is she?"

Leah stared at the door with her ears down and her eyes wide.Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck...

"Oh. Alright. Yeah, I just got back and she's not in, wondered if she was at yours."

She'll gossip she'll tell Tracy and Tess and Nancy and Mike...

Mark's paws slid down the curves of her sides and grasped her hips. His muzzle rumbled against her neck with a low growl.

Panic flashed through her and she pulled the fox into a tight embrace, burying his head under her cheek and arms, trying to muffle his groans.

"Uh-huh. I guess she could've. I'll call Tess and ask her. Thanks; have a good night."

The phone beeped and dialed another number.

"Hi, Tessa? Hey, it's Jake. Heh, alright, Tess it is. Sure, no problem. Yeah, getting on fine, you? That's good. Say, have you seen Leah tonight?"

Silence on the other side. Breathing together, against one another, their fur meshed, their warmth so close and strong.

"Mm. Alright, thanks anyway. No, I didn't see him today, why? Oh, ok. I guess not. I'll try to catch him next time I'm there. Mark's always beaten me at squash, but I'll get him sometime. You foxes are too damn agile, that's my excuse."

Leah's paw found Mark's. She squirmed into his hold, the golden rings on both of their fingers catching against each other, and squeezed his paw.

"Yeah, okay, I'll hold on and see if she gets back. Nah, her phone's still here, she must'a left it. I'm sure it's nothing; she's probably at her mother's again. Me being paranoid. Hah, yeah. Okay, you too, talk to you later."

Footsteps, the phone clicking into the cradle, and the sound of a wide, tired yawn came through the door. Something heavy flopped down onto the sofa. The T.V clicked to life and blared sound out into the room beyond, filling the tense silence with a carpet of noise.

Mark's muzzle nudged against her neck, opened, and his tongue brushed through her fur.

Leah shivered. She gripped his shoulders and whispered into his ear. "We need to stop. You need to untie."

The fox shifted against the wall, getting more comfortable, and lifted his muzzle to whisper back. "Not when I've got you captive like this, babe."

She flinched back, shocked, and glared into his grin. Leah shook her head and darted back down to whisper in his ear. "How can you be so relaxed about this?"

"'Cause I've got you, gorgeous." His arms squeezed her against him, his breath hot and ticklish in her ear. "All to myself."

A warm flush tingled through her chest and along her cheeks. She licked his muzzle, nuzzled him a moment, and tucked her nose back against his ear. "He could hang up his coat any second. I heard him put it down on the couch. We're screwed if we stay here."

His chest flexed quickly under her in a silent chuckle. He grabbed her hips again and squeezed her around his knot. "No, babe:_you're_screwed, last time I checked."

"Stop it!" she hissed into his ear, "we'll ruin everything, both our lives,_everything_if he gets off that couch!"

"So what?" He darted forward and nipped the tip of her ear between his canine fangs.

She flinched and whined against him. Her ears flicked down in submission, the feeling of that knot tying her down to him suddenly so much more overwhelming. His paws slid from her ass to her tail and pulled on it, lifting it up higher.

"M-mark-" Leah gasped, his claws dragging over her rump and under the base of her tail, "-don't..."

The fox nudged her head higher with his muzzle, his nose rubbing through the fur under her chin, and his jaws opened wide around her neck.

She stared at the ceiling, knowing it was going to happen, and felt his teeth sink down against the sore spots from when he'd bitten her before. Her muzzle fell open and she started panting, the sharp ecstasy coursing through her building higher and higher, her hips rolling around his knot on pure instinct.

"Uhhhff-" His jaws closed and bit down into her tender bruises. His paws snatched fistfuls of the fur on her shoulders and forced her against him, holding her captive against his straining bulk, her breasts squashed against his chest and her neck held in his jaws.

Lights exploded through her vision. The stabbing pain of his teeth biting into her stroked her deep instincts and locked her muscles around his knot.

Mark's jaws bit down harder with every heart-beat timed ejaculation inside her, his balls shooting vulpine sperm through the pointed tip of his vulpine malehood, his snarled groans muffled in his mouthful of her neck.

The near-painful euphoria made her throw her paws against the wall and drag her claws downward through the wood, her muzzle hanging open in a silent, choked cry that would have rang through the whole house had she let it out. Every fiber of her being fought against it, fought to cling to that last shred of control through the loss of everything else but pure, sheer ecstasy.

"...aaahhhh!" Her claws cut ruler-straight gouges through the wood, dragging downwards with thin, spiraling coils of pine rolling beneath them into her palms. "aaaAAAHHH MAR-!!"

His paws flicked up and snatched her muzzle closed; the impact of her teeth snapping together knocked through her head. She wailed and howled into her muzzle, all of her control gone, and writhed her hips around his cumming cock like a feral on heat.

The T.V blared away on the other side of the door. The roaring cheers of some sports channel rose and fell like a rhythm that mirrored their own.

The two canine eggs nestled in the soft lining of Leah's womb were swarmed with millions upon millions of vulpine sperm for the second time that night. Their strong tails pushed their healthy bodies against her eggs - eggs that shouldn't have been there, but had slipped through her body's heightened hormones when she'd absent-mindedly forgotten to take her birth control a few times this week.

The husky rutted on her fox, completely unaware that she was rutting for real, that his sperm was at that very moment sowing the beginnings of his cross-breed pups within her. She moaned and whelped, growled and whimpered, her deeper instincts overwhelmed at finally conceiving with her hunky fox even if her conscious mind had absolutely no idea.

Leah pulled her claws from the gouges she'd scratched in the wood and grasped his head, holding his jaws tight around her bitten neck, keeping his teeth pressed hard into the pain-welling bruises around her veins. She gasped for air, still squeezing her hips around his knot, still massaging the sperm from his malehood with natural, unconscious expertise.

Terror slowly seeped through the fading inferno of pleasure between her legs: her yelping cry sudden and sharp in her mind. She flicked her eyes to the door, horror-stricken, her neck locked in place between her lover's jaws.

Mark slowly released the pressure on her neck and groaned the deep, low groan of a male in the throes of bliss. His balls throbbed up against the base of his knot and released a last few thick squirts of cum inside his husky girl, making him shiver and give her a last, reflexive bite.

Leah yelped and scrunched her eyes with the pain, her muzzle half-open in a silent cry.

His paws released the clumps of her fur and moved up onto her head. Opening his jaws, Mark finally let her bruised neck go and started licking her instead. He let his clawed fingers play upwards through her hair, stroking behind her ears and dragging the tips of his claws against her skin.

The sensations were overwhelming. She just sat in his lap and trembled in the after-heat, her mind half-turning back to the door and the other male she knew was beyond....he must have heard me, he must have, oh god I screamed out loud, he must have...

The same sports match washed through from the other side. Nothing disturbed it; no sudden footsteps, no rush to the door and no paw turning the handle from the other side.

...maybe he's asleep? Oh please let him be asleep. Please say he didn't hear me. Please...

Mark's muzzle nudged up against her ear. "Ohhh fuck yes, girl."

She lifted her own muzzle and nuzzled against him for a long, drawn out moment, then nudged down to his own ear. "You fucking idiot, he could have heard us!"

A chuckle bounced her gently on his lap. "You fuckin' loved it, hot bitch."

"I fucking screamed, I screamed and he could have heard me!" she hissed.

"Had to keep you quiet, didn't I?" His paws gave her breasts a squeeze. "Your hubby's asleep. Guy sounded wasted earlier."

Guilt assaulted her: cutting deep, tightening and acrid in her gut. "He works late nights for the board."

Mark chuckled again against her. "You sure he works the board, and not his secretary?"

"No, he'd never do that to me-" she flinched to a halt, staring straight ahead, and closed her muzzle. All of the fight drained out of her and she went limp against him, embracing him, shaking her head and pushing her muzzle into the crook of his neck.

The fox held her, stroking her back and his running his claws through her hair. "You ain't the only woman he's seeing, not unless you fuck every other day. A guy needs-"

"We_do_fuckevery other day." She sniffed. "Nearly. Every time he's home."

The knot tied between her legs throbbed faintly. "What, still?"

"Yeah. We fuck four or five times a week. Sometimes more."

His knot throbbed again. "After four years of marriage? Damn it, girl. You_are_a hornyhusky, ain't you?"

She squeezed his knot inside her. "Mmm-hmm."

"Ohhhyeah..." Mark held her tighter. "You're so fuckin' hot, you know that?"

Leah grinned against his shoulder and squeezed his knot again. "Mmm-hmm."

He moved his paws back to her breasts and started pushing and pulling his knot into her again, the sensations smoldering between them and beginning to build back up.

"How often do you fuck Tess?" Leah whispered, settling into the same rythm as him, working his knot between her thighs.

He chuckled again and nipped the tip of her ear between his teeth. "As often as she'll let me."

A surge of jealousy bristled the fur on Leah's heckles. She doubled her massaging around his knot and stroked her paws down over his pecks. "And how often is that?"

"Mmm..." his paws slid back down to hold her hips and he leaned back against the wall, relaxing to let her do her thing. "Few times a week, a couple times a day on weekends. She's a fickle vixen. Sometimes she's up for spending all day in bed, other times her head's sore all day."

The thought of Mark spending all day in bed with his wife assailed her. Images raced by of the two fire-furred vulpines together, entwined, the fox moving and groaning between the vixen's open legs, Tess's paws stroking over his back, her adoring gaze fixed to his eyes...

Leah nuzzled his cheek. "Did you?"

"Mm, what?"

"Did you spend all day in bed with Tess?"

He nuzzled her back, enjoying himself immensely, and whispered into her ear. "Last weekend? Yeah."

A shiver ran through her, the images in her mind suddenly concrete and real. Tessa kissing and holding her husband, pushing her muzzle over Mark's: giving him her body and her love in the faith that she was the only woman in his life.

His claws dragged around her breasts, tracing their shape, and darted in to flick over her nipples. "Jealous?"

She shook her head against his neck.

"Turned on?"

Her head stayed still. The jealousy was tainted with something else, something that made her close her eyes and inhale through his fur.

"Hm?" He nudged his head down against her, the two of them moving slowly with the sensitivity between their legs.

She slid her arms around him and cuddled him close. "How am I, compared to her?"

His paws froze still on her breasts. "Huh?"

"Who do you have the best sex with? Me or her?"

"Hey..." He chuckled and held her back, cuddling into her. "What's with the question?"

"I want to know if she's better for you."

He chuckled again, but with far less conviction. "Come on, girl. That_really_ain't fair."

"So she_is_better?"

"Well, nah, not that-"

"So I'm better."

"Aw hell, Leah. You're not gonna make me say it, I'm not falling into that trap."

"Make you say what?"

"That you're both amazing. That's not what you want to hear, and it's not what I'm saying."

A cold weight settled down in her chest. "You just did."

"Aw come-on, look at us." He grasped her head and lifted her up to look directly into his eyes, his voice rasping with all their whispering. "Do you think I'd be tied with you in your closet if I didn't want you?"

Her eyes stung, she blinked dampness from their edges, and whispered through a choked throat. "I'm not sure."

His eyes flashed wide and he blinked. "Hey, what's all this, where's this coming from?"

Leah shook her head slowly and blinked two stinging drops of water into the fur of her cheeks.You love her. That's what's wrong.

"Hey, hey..." His arms pulled her back into a tight embrace against his muscles.

A few sobs shook her, but his warmth and strength soothed them away. She went back to work on his knot, and soon both of them were gasping and moaning together again while the T.V washed its noise through the room beyond.