FSE

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(This piece was written for a commissioner, Alex Heil from sofurry! Enjoy!)

Whew. It was a bit warm inside, even for October. Alex paced back and forth. That info couldn't be right. He took a moment to look at himself. A few rings under the eyes were presentable right? He totally hadn't been waiting for a good hour or three for one of his friends to wake up. Not this time at least. This time, he was waiting for a message back from one of his side gigs. He'd just finished up a remote chat with a rather nice woman having some problems with her electronics. It was a rather fiddly laptop that wouldn't stay connected to her wi-fi. Should be a simple fix. But, fixing it wasn't what was on his mind at that moment.

Rather, the thing that was on his mind was that the address was a few doors down the hall. That couldn't be right though. His laptop dinged, making him jump a little bit. Eh. So long as it was fixed by the end of his visit, she wouldn't mind. Alex was sure of it. But, it was almost noon. Shouldn't she have been at work or something? He settled down, even while his thoughts didn't.

"Yeah, that's the right address. It should be a quick walk if your contact info is right?"

He could lie, of course. Say that it was just a holding address so no one had any weird ideas like stalking him at night or something. As doubtful as that was. Alex chewed on his lip a bit, tail tucking to the side as he sat down to write a proper response. Cold coffee woke him up as much as it could. The laptop keys clicked as he wrote it out.

"I'm up a bit late, but I could take a look now, if you're home. Didn't expect you to be so close by!"

The leftover takeout in the fridge was calling his name, but the messenger app dinged quicker than he thought possible.

"To be fair, I was surprised too. Come on over Alex, bring your toolkit and whatever you need."

Welp. That was encouraging. She already knew his name, too! There was no way it wasn't Ms. Rynar. Or, he corrected himself, Mrs. Rynar. Alex recalled a wedding bracelet she wore sometimes. He knew better than to ask though. Even if she was hot. Either way, he'd try to keep it somewhat professional. A fresh pair of slacks, and a casual professional button-up suited him well. The blue and black stood out against his earthen tones, and they might have been his only set, but that was just what it was. Maybe he could go clothes shopping afterwards. Either way, it didn't take long to get ready. It was probably a wi-fi chip problem, so he brought an external adapter. Sure, it was a temporary fix, but cheap, and quick. He paused at the door. Damn. He really did have a crush on her. A deep breath later, he was striding down the hall, shoulders back, and as confident as he could be given the circumstances.

Knock, kno- The door opened before he'd even knocked twice. Grey eyes looked him up and down.

She was just as pretty as he remembered. A bit tired-looking, but who wasn't when they worked full-time. Rynar was rocking a youthful outfit, a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt. A whole lot more casual than Alex's business casual outfit. The sergal had a toothy smile, and beckoned him in. His backpack brushed against the door. Why had he even grabbed that again? He could barely remember. Her tail caught his eye, and it drew his gaze back towards her eyes.

"For a trip across the hall, you sure are dressed up."

"Helps distract from the tiredness underneath my eyes." He afforded himself a small chuckle as well.

"I suppose. The laptop is in the den, already logged in. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Not exactly. Probably won't be long either. I brought a small adapter to plug in, and if that works, it's just the..." He could see she was already getting distracted.

"Wifi. Something to do with the wifi." She finished for him. "I'll be in the kitchen."

Damn if she wasn't distracting him good! She was practically sauntering into the kitchen. The apartment wall tore his gaze away from her ass. Those jeans didn't leave much to the imagination, and it showed. Alex took a moment to adjust himself subtly. Sure, it had been a while since his last fling, but a married woman? He caught himself. She may have been married, but he hadn't ever seen her husband around. He shrugged, and got to work. Wasn't his business. He pulled out his own laptop, and checked the wi-fi signal.

"Remind me, what's your network name?"

"High Latency Spy Satellite!" Rynar yelled from the kitchen.

He pulled the password from her laptop. The signal was strong on his laptop. It was an easy fix. The adapter would work, or she could swap out the wifi module in her laptop. Considering the complexity of the latter solution, Alex was sure she'd take the adapter and be done with it. All the same, while he was here... It must have been half an hour while he cleaned her laptop vents, optimized what he could, and installed the adapter. By the time he was done with it, the laptop performed as close to new as it was going to get. Anything more and she'd need to put some newer hardware in it. He tapped away on his own laptop as a friend or two provided links to software and a few lewd remarks.

"Rynar? Wasn't that the older sergal you were crushing on?"

"You should definitely try to tap that, married or not, if you've never seen her hubby, she's probably lonely. BC is cheap too!"

He rolled his eyes, tabbing away just in time as he heard her pacing behind him. He finished up what he was doing, and sighed. It was hard to concentrate, and harder still when her handpaws were kneading at his shoulders. It came as a shock, and felt a bit odd. But damn if it didn't feel nice. The wedding bracelet was strangely missing, though.

"Say, aren't you married, Rynar?"

"Barely." The word hung on the air, and Alex almost wanted to pry further.

"This feels nice. But... the chip in your laptop isn't quite working. This adapter here..." He pointed towards the small fingernail-sized plug..."will fix it so long as it's plugged in. It just uses that instead of the chip." She paused as Alex purred a bit. The problem was fixed, and a short massage besides? This was pretty good.

"That's good. What do I owe you?"

"Well. Repayment for the adapter is cheap, then a bit for my time. It's not much, but I can get you an invoice later. Don't have the figures on hand... hmm?" Her handpaws started to massage his neck, and he could feel the older sergal leaning over the couch.

"I could do you one better. I'll pay whatever you ask. But how about you show up to this gym I work part-time at? Just before closing. And I'm sure we could work out something a bit more... mutual."

"I... Miss Rynar. Your husband." Alex was silent for a moment.

"Think about it. He'll be out of town this weekend, and he'd rather lay the secretary besides. Never comes by my workplace either."

Alex packed his things, leaving the adapter with Rynar. He swore the entire latter half of the visit was a hallucination. He was glad for the quick walk back to his apartment, because walking with a full hard-on was difficult, to say the least. At least no one was in the hall. The laptop came out of sleep mode quickly, and he couldn't help but question his sanity.

"I think she's hitting on me haha? Massaged my shoulders while I was working and told me to come to her workplace later this week... what do guys?"

He plugged the laptop in, and waited for a few minutes. The anxiety was killing him. A hot shower helped a lot to relax. Regardless, she was the one that had offered. And the way she referred to her marriage... It didn't exactly put a lot of confidence in her husband being loyal. If anything, it sounded like they got married out of pure convenience and financial reasons. And if he was already cheating... He yowled as the water turned cold, and the sergal scrambled to get out, and toweled off. The blower blowed lukewarm air, and didn't help in the slightest with the cold water. Any traces of a boner were definitely gone with that stunt.

Of course, it came right back when he read the responses. They were pretty much all in agreement, even if they said it differently. The entire lot of them said the same thing: if she's offering, then Alex should probably take the offer. Worst case, he'll be dodging the husband in exchange for enjoying a bit of her hospitality. The sergal weighed his options, and it came out almost exactly as he expected.

He was gonna do it.

"What did I print this out for again? I emailed the damned thing too."

It was chilly, and even more so outside. Sleeping the last few nights was difficult, made more so by erotic thoughts of Rynar. It wasn't his fault she looked so good! Though working at a gym for her day job made a lot more sense now that he thought about it. Regardless, it was a cold evening, and the lights on the street were already on. His fingerless gloves didn't do a whole lot for it, and his paws were freezing. The gym spilled light out onto the sidewalk, as empty as it was. It seemed homely, in a way, and comfortable too. He peered into the floor-length windows, trying to find his...date? Alex wasn't quite sure what to call her at this point. The door was locked already, and he pulled on it just enough to make some noise.

Rynar had an irked look on her face, but it lightened the moment she saw him. She disappeared back into further depths of the building, and a buzzing lock unlatched only long enough for him to get inside. She didn't waste any time locking it back up after Alex stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. He was awestruck when she popped back around the corner. Yoga pants, a tank top, and little else besides? Alex gulped. Damn, she was even hotter in this outfit than the wannabe teen one. It showed off her fur too, the thicker winter coat only just covering up her firm muscles. Rynar cleared her throat, reminding him that she was there too.

"Good to see you showed up. Was nearly about to start my routine and lockup for the night."

"You did, though?" Alex questioned.

"Not quite, there are lockout shutters, and the chip-reader needs locking, and the computer..." She listed off a half-dozen more things besides.

"I get it..." He threw up his paws, shaking his head.

"Good. Done yoga before?"

"No. Thought it was a bunch of woo, and other spiritual stuff."

Rynar grinned, a warm smile starting to thaw the cold that had settled into his bones from outside.

"Not really. You look like you need to warm up anyways. C'mon. It'll only be ten or fifteen minutes."

She didn't take no for an answer, either. Two mats had already been put on the floor. Hers was much thinner than his, but he didn't mind as they progressed through the different poses. It took all his focus just to keep from falling over, and his lungs felt like they were on fire by the time they were half done. It almost felt like blood rushed to his extremities, only to slowly crawl back towards his core. Felt like it was making him colder before he started to warm up a bit. Moving to the next pose, he could see Rynar looking him up and down, even while she settled into her own pose. A sneeze later, and she was sizing up her own pose.

"Try to relax a bit more."

"Hard to relax when you're beside me. It's a challenge all it's own to hold these damn poses too..." His voice dropped into a growl as he felt the acid building up in his muscles. Soreness was gonna be a guarantee tomorrow.

A small cramp turned into a very wobbly limb. He wasn't that out of shape, he just had a little bit... of extra padding. Kept him warm and such. Rynar got up gracefully, barely any sweat on her form. Alex took a moment to push through the pose for a few moments longer. It was hard to keep his focus, and harder still with Rynar's paws nudging him into a more proper posture. She wasn't shy with touching, either, feeling his muscles through his clothes.

"Like I said. Relax more, and it's easier. Here." She pushed some more, her voice adding some words of encouragement as she adjusted his pose a bit.

Alex could only grit his teeth, feeling muscles stretch to their limit, and then some. Smelling her perfume was easy with her body so close to him. It was still a minor surprise when the paws stopped, and she bent more than he thought was possible to bring her muzzle down to his level, but upside-down. An upside-down smile was all it took for him to lose his balance. The extra padding was great when he hit the floor a bit more roughly than he wanted. Rynar was way too flexible... and it made his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he heard her laugh.

"Sorry. It's just that you're so cute when you're huffing and puffing and trying to not fall over."

"You're way too good at this. It kinda makes me jealous. And frustrated, but mostly jealous." Alex confided, dusting himself off as he picked himself up off the floor.

"Been doing this for years. Do it for years, and you can do a lot of things that'd blow your mind."

"My mind's not the only thing being blown..." Alex tried to hide his growing erection, before Rynar swatted his backpack away.

"Let's hit the showers." She didn't comment on it.

It was like she was teasing him on purpose. Regardless, he left the backpack where it was. It wouldn't be hard to grab a change of clothes afterwards, and they were the only two in the building besides. The showers kind of reminded him of his last few years of high school. It took a moment or two to divest his clothes. Rynar had disappeared for the moment, and he didn't hear any water running just yet. He settled into a stall, and let the water warm up a bit. It wasn't long before there was steam floating towards the ceiling. Maybe this one wouldn't suddenly run cold. Alex growled a bit, annoyed at his too-sensitive boner. The growl died in his throat when he felt Rynar sidle up behind him.

"I did promise a bit more than just some yoga?" She questioned, as if wanting him to shoo her away.

"...you did, yeah."

"If you want some privacy, I can leave you alone in the stall. But I figured you might want some help with this..." Her handpaw was already wet, gripping his shaft gingerly, while the other massaged at his shoulders.

"I wouldn't mind sharing. That's for sure."

"I thought you'd see it my way." Her voice sounded closer than before, and in moments her chin was resting on his shoulder. She practically wrapped herself around him.

He purred as she nudged him into the hot water. She hissed a bit, shivering behind him. The water cooled a bit as she turned the dial a little cooler. Her handpaw didn't miss a beat, slowly massaging his cock, the water only aiding in that. Rynar nibbled on his shoulder, inhaling his scent deeply. Alex let her take the lead, pleasuring him however she pleased. He shivered in the warm water, Rynar's skilled paws teasing him just enough that he would want more, but not enough for him to get off. It was amazing, and his earlier reservations had just melted when she stopped. A quick peek over the shoulder, and those grey irises met his own again. Her handpaw, still sticky with his own pre, pulled him around.

"Just a quickie."

The shower stall seemed crowded with the two of them in there. Every time she moved, their fur ground together. His back pressed against the tiled wall, watching her dip down into an easy squat. She was tall, but not absurdly so. One of her handpaws dipped below her waist, massaging at her folds. Alex raised an eyeridge. The tongue clitoris was pretty normal for sergals, but it never ceased to amaze him when they could twist it around their own fingers. Her other handpaw guided him into her muzzle. Her fur glistened with the water, and it was all he could do to brace himself against the wall behind him. His knees shook, her skilled tongue getting right to work. Electric sensations ran up his spine, and his tail made the water splash back and forth as it brushed the ground. She paused a moment, handpaw still gently stroking him.

"I do have to get home early tonight. But, tomorrow is Saturday..."

She didn't wait for him to respond, and any response he could've formulated was blown out of his mind as she worked his shaft. It was easy for her to swallow the entire rod into her muzzle, while her handpaw roamed. Rynar's muzzle massaged his cock, while her paws swapped between massaging his ass, and his balls. He could have sworn she was shivering still, but it was the farthest thing on his mind. He was getting close, insufferably so. His handpaws gripped the back of her head, encouraging her to help him finish. She twisted her muzzle a bit, adding just enough texture, and sensation. Just enough to make the breath catch in his throat. She purred, and he melted like butter in a hot frying pan.

Jet after thick jet of seed rocketed out of his rod, and into her throat. The older female sergal swallowed greedily, and the moment seemed to stretch out into eternity. It wasn't long before he was nudging for her to stop. A bit dribbled down her chin, and it was hard for Alex to focus at all. She kept him against the wall, strong arms making sure he didn't slip. A long tongue stole the last bit from her chin.

She turned away, and Alex couldn't help but admire her smooth, natural curves even more. A glance lower told him all he needed to know. Rynar had the hots for him too, she had a glistening trail of femcum disappearing down the drain. A pop distracted him for a moment. But, it wasn't long before a smirk of his own graced his muzzle.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one to enjoy that."

"Maybe I did! Been quite a while since I've enjoyed myself."

"Good that I could help. Think I'll take you up on your offer of a visit Saturday, then?"

"That still a question? You'd be dumb not to. Let's get to cleaning up."

She was ruthlessly efficient, soap, shampoo, and conditioner getting on both of them as she cleaned herself. She didn't grudge his paws working the various cleansers into her fur. Not even when he glanced across her chest. Rynar was hardly shy, and she took a moment to drag his paws over her breasts. Alex's heart hammered in his chest. She had just blown him, sure, but to let him feel up her body while cleaning it? That was something else. It was... exhilarating. She was utilitarian about it, but he felt that it was hiding her enjoyment.

"Two extra paws help clean faster. Don't be shy about it, they need to get cleaned too!"

Alex didn't respond, he merely did as she asked. It wasn't long before she was doing the same for him. Of course, the teasing didn't stop, but he felt it only fair. And of course, having those heavenly paws massage the tension out of his back, and thighs helped too. It felt like an instant had passed, it had ended so quickly. She pecked a quick kiss on his neck before turning the water off. She practically disappeared in another moment while he was left to his own devices.

"Plenty of towels on the rack. Get warmed up, and I'll lock up after you're gone."

"Yes Miss Rynar."

"Drop the Miss. I'd really prefer you'd ignore that."

The air was quickly growing cold in the showers. The full-length blowers were a premium model, hot, gusting air rushing out of the grates on the wall and floors to get him dried off quickly. It was a nice change from the cold outside. Alex frowned. He'd have to jog back to his place quickly. Or maybe... Nah. He couldn't ask her for a ride home. Of course, she was having nothing of the sort after she noticed it was a few degrees below zero outside. By the time he had his clothes back on, she already had her car pulled up and waiting outside.

"Think we can risk it?" There was a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Maybe. Only one way to find out."

The computer did all the driving and navigating, but she sat in the driver seat anyways. Must have been an old habit. The snow drifted down outside, piling up in small drifts on the sidewalks. It was a short ride, the car pausing a block away from their shared apartment building. She shrugged, motioning for him to leave.

"Think you can take it from here?"

"Yeah. Thanks for the ride."

"When we're going the same place..." She waved as the car drove the few hundred feet into the connected parking garage.

It didn't take long for him to jog into the building, but it was just long enough for the biting cold to get to him. She had already gotten to her own room by the time he made it up the stairs. His thoughts ran a mile a minute as he swiped his keycard.

Another shower would have been great, but after last time, he didn't trust the water heater to keep the water warm for him to luxuriate in. It felt dreamy, like he'd nodded off into a daydream, and had only just woken up. But, everything that had happened in the last two hours was definitely real. Regardless, the covers and bed had their own appeal, and his feet were moving Alex to bed before he'd even thought of a solid answer. The light from the hallway cut off after he had passed out. That in and of itself was a miracle.

A note begged his attention as he paced the apartment after waking up. It had been slipped underneath his door, and practically begged to be read. The smell of cookies wafted into his nose, as well as the perfume Rynar had worn last evening. It took a moment or two for his tired eyes to focus, but he managed nonetheless.

"Left a package of cookies downstairs. Should still be warm by the time you get to them. Heat insulation is a wonderful invention. Swing by this evening. The laptop is acting up again. XOXO" - Rynar

Alex smirked. Sure. The laptop was definitely acting up again, and that definitely wasn't a ploy to get back into his pants again. Not that he minded at all, it was just that the subterfuge seemed odd, and almost amusing, even. Who else was going to read that note, anyways? His morning wood? A yawn reminded him of the ungodly hour it was. It had to be the early Ams, yet he felt like he'd been run over by a truck. Admittedly, it had been a curvy, Rynar-shaped truck, but a heavy thing nonetheless. Her yoga was gonna leave him sore for the rest of the day, at the very least. He could only hope that she kept it to the weekdays. Regardless, he threw on some clothes, and meandered downstairs as his coffee maker was brewing god's gift to sentient beings.

"There's supposed to be a package for me?" The attendant was every bit as sleepy as he was.

"Alex?"

"That's me. Last name is-"

"Don't need it. Ms. Rynar left me a few too." The raptor smirked as he nibbled on a homemade chocolate chip cookie. He pushed a thick package of cardboard into his paws, and it practically exuded her scent. He nodded, and left without another word.

It was a good morning, but he was still quite sleepy. It didn't take him long to tear into the package, and start nibbling on the delicious contents therein. She must have made them that morning. And damn if she didn't know how to bake!

Cookies for breakfast wasn't exactly healthy, but neither was half a week old take-out. Both at once was definitely unhealthy. Oh well. Alex shrugged, checking his laptops news feed. There wasn't much going on today, luckily. Furtube had enough to entertain him while he ate. But only just. The food settled in his stomach as he eyed up the last cookie Rynar had left for him. It disappeared quickly too. He paced back and forth, debating sleep, or staying up for the rest of the day. His sore arms, legs, and back convinced him that the bed was calling his name again. It only took a moment or two to meander back into his bedroom.

Luckily, his alarm got him up at a decent enough hour. 4PM would definitely mess up his sleep schedule, but it wouldn't be too hard to reset it. And besides, he had the whole weekend to do so! The sergal took a moment to throw on some better-looking clothes than the ones he fell asleep in, as the coffee maker was warming the coffee back up. It was a late morning, but a morning nonetheless, and coffee was a good way to jolt him awake regardless of what hour it was. Something stuck to the bottom of his footpaw as he paced around the apartment. Another note? Had he even passed by the door? The last vestiges of sleep stuck like cobwebs in his mind.

"Get over here. See the back." It was definitely from Rynar. A yawn rolled out of his throat before he could flip the note over. He grimaced smelling his own morning breath, and used the note to blow away the awful scent. But wait, was that-

Alex cocked his head staring at the picture. That was definitely her. Albeit, her, in bed, wearing lingerie, makeup, and the whole nine. It was a well-lit photo too, with just enough light to cast convincing shadows to accentuate her curves. A tightness in his pants told him all he needed to know about the photo. She was every bit as attractive as he imagined, and the photo, along with the memories from last night were more than enough to get him moving. Wallet made as good a hiding place as any, and he quickly got moving.

Knock, kno- Somehow, she was even quicker this time than last time. Alex didn't even have a chance to knock a second time before he was being pulled inside. Her handpaw was a grip of iron as Rynar pushed him against the wall behind the doorway. A series of clicks made a knot form in his throat. She was really going all-out this time, and she was still wearing the outfit from earlier. He opened his muzzle to compliment her outfit, but her fuzzy tail tip stuffed his muzzle enough to interrupt his train of thought.

"Four is a little early. But, it's still technically evening, and I've got you, and the rest of the weekend all to myself." she pulled the still wet tip of her tail out of his muzzle, only to drag it underneath his chin.

"Your outfit is even nicer than the yoga one. The photo was well-done too."

"Internet makes for good tutorials. Now c'mon, don't keep me waiting. May have two days, but I've been waiting a long time for this."

"Just how long have you been eyeing me up?" That same grip from earlier pulled him towards her bedroom.

Rynar growled. That was all the answer he was going to get. Her bed was still made, and even still had the indent where she had laid while the camera took a video. Another set of locks, and she was pushing him onto the bed. It felt like an overbearing set of security precautions just for a simple fling. But, with the lights dimmed, he wouldn't have this interrupted for the world. She locked him in place with a sultry gaze, pulling what few bits of clothing he still had off. Alex felt like she was a predator, a shark looking to savor her own meal. A rough yank, and his pants were on the floor, and she didn't bother with his shirt.

Boxers didn't do much to hide the growing tent in them. Just like the rest, she tugged his waistband down, and then over his legs, before it disappeared elsewhere in the room. Alex tried to lean forward, but she wasn't having it, one of her paws pushing underneath his shirt, and shoving him back into the bed. Another gaze, and he saw why. Her other handpaw was eagerly pleasuring her, wetness already trailing down her leg fur. Rynar's tongue made him shiver, pulling his rod into her muzzle with trained ease.

Her light fur made her look ethereal in the low light. He only just caught the glassy lens of a camera before her tail knocked the entire stand over with a light 'thwump'. His cock strained against her fleshy prison, her tongue doing its' best to convince him to blow his load right then and there. Even with last nights adventurous rendezvous, she might have had her wish if he didn't hold back a bit. It might have only been ten minutes, but it felt like he had already spent ten hours in her paws. And he was putty, his button-down shirt being undone one button at a time. Her hands were too talented.

"Rynar..." His statement caught in his throat as she redoubled her efforts.

He couldn't last. That must have been part of her plan, too, with how quickly she worked to get him off. Her muzzle bobbed up and down on his rod, easily taking him to the root, only to tease him with her tongue, and then do it all again moments later. His balls twitched, the first load of many dying to be let loose. Rynar took a moment for some air, and then nodded. One of her handpaws kneaded at the base of his rod, encouraging him to let loose with all he had. And let loose he did! Thick white cream painting her muzzle white, seemingly making her throat bulge with every swallow. It was plenty, but she somehow swallowed it all down. Alex groaned, his paws crumpling her sheets, chest heaving with exertion.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"A lot, yeah."

"We're not quite done yet."

It took a few moments for it to register, but Alex nodded dumbly. She hadn't had her fill yet, and he doubted she'd let him go until Sunday, perhaps early Monday morning even. But that was fine. As fine as the curves presented before him, outlined in sharp black lingerie. It contrasted nicely against her light coloured fur, every bit as lovely as the photo. Pressure on the bed made him sink a bit, as he realized the pillows were the only thing keeping him looking at the ceiling. When he looked down a bit, Rynar was looking back at him quizzically.

"Care to please the lady while we wait for you to recover?"

"Can do..." Alex muttered.

It would be a first, but Alex was enthusiastic. He'd have something to distract him as Rynar cleaned the last few drops of cum from his rod. Her sergal clitoris invaded his mouth, all too eager to draw him in. His handpaws spread her open, and his tongue drew messy trails across her outer folds. She shivered, and he patted her reassuringly. Just how long had it been for her, anyways? She was practically as sensitive as a virgin. Long enough that she had been sizing him up, Alex supposed. His mind drifted back to the task at hand. A moment more, and her was gently sucking on her clit, rolling it around in his muzzle. She playfully fought him with it, wrapping it around his tongue. It went rigid for a moment, feminine cum dripping out of her as he pushed one finger into her. He was glad she was holding herself up thus far, because the paws gripping the fur on his thighs felt like they were going to rip it out.

"Damn that's good..." He barely caught the words.

"Was that a compliment I heard?"

"Get back to it. Please."

Alex obliged, withdrawing his digit, and replacing it with his tongue. He took a moment to tease both sides with his forked tongue, before pushing it into her gently. Her heat practically rolled off of her now. The gal felt like a furnace around his tongue. Fur was all he could see from his angle, but he was sure she was panting, feeling a need she forgot about being fulfilled must have been quite something. A rougher spot on his tongue made his mind light up. It was enough to pleasure her, but what about dragging her over the edge again so soon? It was a devilish plan, and one he indulged, pushing his tongue against the sensitive spot. A wanton moan rolled out of her muzzle, loud enough he had no trouble hearing it. It was music to his ears. He played with it, and the rest of her sensitive, fleshy tunnel too. Right up until he nudged another orgasm out of her. The bed shook as her upper body rested in the space between his legs. Her breasts rubbed against his rod, and he shivered as much as she did. But, that was more than enough of that sort of play. His tongue slid free with a loud pop, and a trail of fem cum stuck to it in thin trails.

"Care for the full course? I'm sure you can't have too many more of those."

"You'd be surprised. Let's get on with it though."

He nudged her tail aside as she turned, until she was facing him, straddling his legs. She looked truly happy, alive in a way that could only be described as a subtle, satisfied, and pleasured glow about her. It culminated with a short smile she had as she stared at his tapered rod. Rynar looked pensive for a moment, clearly thinking about something. But, Alex knew better than to pry. He was content to lay there, and let the older sergal use him for their mutual pleasure. It almost came as a shock as her paws lined up his tip with her folds.

"Last chance to back out."

"With you looking heavenly as that? No chance."

"So be it."

She took him to the root in one easy, measured drop of her hips. Rynar quickly brought herself back up, her tongue-clit forming the perfect highway to smear her natural lube onto his rod. She was more than ready to ride him, and Alex knew it. It didn't take long to ramp up, either, progressing from a slow, sensual ride to something more. Something more primal, needy, and satisfying than either of them realized. Her paws took his, and brought them up to her chest. She was encouraging him, putting his paws directly onto her breasts. She teased herself every bit as much as he did, his handpaws massaging them gently. They filled his palms, plenty to go around, and yet not excessive. It was hard to keep them in one place with Rynar riding him like a rented mule, though.

She shuddered, another orgasm ripping through her nerves, making her insides ripple around Alex. If this was the first time he'd mount her, then he could only imagine how drained he'd be after ten more of these. And it was guaranteed, she'd be making use of him the whole weekend. It was a surprise when she arched her back, grabbing the back of his head. She looked at him for a moment, locking their gazes together like a padlock. He couldn't look away if he tried. Their muzzles locked together as their shared orgasm peaked.

Despite his earlier orgasm, his second peak was every bit as strong. And so was Rynar's, their shared orgasm bonding the two together, his seed shooting out of his rod, mixing with her own fluids. A pang of anxiety was washed away in their shared bliss as her athletic stature gave its final keening, pleasured cry. She collapsed on top of him, nearly smothering him in boobflesh. All the same, Alex relished it, his handpaws admiring the work that went into her subtle musculature, defining her fine ass. He shivered, mixed fluids flowing down his cock, and onto the bedsheets. She panted, and it felt like their heartbeats were one for a short eternity. Alex was hesitant to break it.

"You are on BC, yeah?"

"Shut up. Of course I am." She clamped his muzzle shut with her paws. "Savor the moment. I'm already logged into moviecast on the..."

Soft snores gave Alex a small chuckle. She'd fallen asleep mid-sentence! The rest of the covers were within arms reach, and with the laundromat in the basement, he didn't hesitate for a second tossing them over the two. Admittedly, it should have been hard getting to sleep in someone else's bed, with someone else's wife stuck to him like glue, and almost smothering him, but it was the most restful sleep he'd ever had, and it took him quickly.

"That was something, huh?"

"Sure was." Rynar was messaging him back and forth throughout the day. He had a few more gigs than usual, keeping him busy, but happily employed. One of them might have even gotten hima job, and proper full-timeemployed if what the client had said was true.

"Again?" The one word hung in the chatbox for seemingly forever.

"Next time he's out. I still love the lug, but I hate him cheating at the same time. Albeit, now I know how he feels..." It took a while for her to type out.

"I'll be here if you need some physical companionship. But I don't know about the rest."

"That's good. Because this weekend he'll be gone again."

Alex smirked. Even if he was busy from dusk till dawn during the week, he'd make time to see her again. And, if sex came up, it came up. If not, well. She was good at camera work, and her MovieCast account was in good standing too...

• fin?

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