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"Seriously? It's 2218, Margaret. We've pretty much conclusively disproven magic, aside from Clarke's Law."

Margaret chuckled and held out the brown paper wrapped package to Ann. "So what do you care if it's actual magic or just technology too advanced for us mere mortals to comprehend? The package says something about pheromone emitters and follows that with a bunch of fourteen syllable words that you'd need a dictionary app to make sense of, and even then, I think some of them are proprietary names so that might not help."

It was tempting, and Margaret knew it. Ann was not the confident sort, and frequently wished she was. "Seriously, Ann. If it will help you out, why not give it a shot?"

"Fine. But I'm not optimistic," she took the little package, tucked it in her purse, and went back to discussing university classes for the upcoming semester. It was close to Christmas, and they had a short window to select classes. Mostly generals for each of them. Margaret didn't really want a degree, just more education in a few fields. And Ann hadn't really zeroed in on what she wanted out of the university. A degree, sure, but what field to take it in hadn't settled yet.

None of which was really relevant to the problem she was hoping these would settle. She could speak confidently in an academic setting. Asking and answering questions wasn't hard. But talking to people socially? She was a train wreck when it came to small talk, and a dumpster fire for flirting.

And the package and little pamphlet said these would help. Margaret hadn't been kidding about the wall of tech jargon. Proprietary, patented and unique showed up about every fourth or fifth word. There was a contact code and website as well Everything looked legitimate, even if the claims and testimonials seemed far-fetched.

Still, it was underwear. She wore one pair or another every day. Granted, none of the other ones included phrases like "you should have as little as possible between the panties and free air to maximize effectiveness" on the label. She really wasn't sure how well she was going to handle that. Her usual wardrobe was pretty utilitarian, jeans and sweaters being the primary component. She had a couple sets of coveralls, too, but that wouldn't do.

The only thing she had that fit the bill was the dress she was planning to wear to the holiday party anyway. While it seemed like jumping out on a limb, to try these panties out like that, there weren't a lot of other options. And hell with it, part of her was pretty excited to try it out, no matter where she got the opportunity.

"Well, half strength is better than nothing, right?" Ann tugged them on, pulled her jeans into place, and paused to look in the mirror. Items on display. One raccoon, short, nerdy. Curvy, but probably a little more so than she really ought to be. College uniform, consisting of jeans, athletic department hoodie that had never seen the inside of a gym, and digi shoes. A blessed necessity in winter, snow was kind to paws in neither warmth nor traction, and the species-appropriate sneakers helped with both.

It was her turn for presentation in her public speaking class, and the first two had gone disastrously. Not 'you should retake the class' bad, but bad enough that she needed to really knock the last presentation out for her to pass. She was fine doing the background work, writing the notes, composing the speech, but her delivery had been a garbage fire of "um"s awkward pauses, and reading her own slides out loud.

So she had cautious hope that the "broad-spectrum metamorphic endorphin projectors" would at least help improve reactions to her presentation. She wasn't expecting standing ovations, but smiles would be nice.

And things went well, surprisingly. She hadn't done a flawless job by any means, but she knew her "um" count had been low, and everyone had seemed to stay focused on her. Even her instructor had been all smiles afterward. Maybe they had worked?

After her classes were all done for the day, she went back to her dorm to relax. Too close to winter break for massive amounts of homework. She had a few finals coming up, but literature and algebra weren't particularly hard subjects for her.

She laid down on her bed in the little single occupancy room, just a loft bed with a desk and a small closet tucked under it and a little bit of moving space aside from that. There was the other half of the instructions to handle, and she felt the heat in her cheeks as she considered it.

The question of what on earth powered and fed the micro-emitters was answered on the back page of the instruction pamphlet. "For best results and continued use, masturbate with panties on after each use." Weirdly specific and also, if she wanted to admit it, really hot. For some reason it felt a million times more erotic to be told to get herself off than to just do it because she felt the urge. Being told to sure seemed to jump-start the urge, anyway.

And it had been a little while, anyway. Hectic schedule leading up to the holiday break. Finals to study for, reports to write, presentations to prepare. Ann wasn't entirely sure when she'd made time for that kind of "self care" last. But now she had a good reason to set aside time, at least on whatever days she wore these magical little things.

Perfect time to handle it now, honestly. She hadn't anything much to do until dinner with Margaret at seven. She slipped off her jeans, took off her shirt, and laid back down. A moment of fishing under her pillow brought her best friend to hand. Small, compact, fully charged and ready to go. She slipped the sleeve on over three fingers, and thumbed the control. Instantly the motors hummed to life, and all she had to do was slide her hand down into her panties and enjoy the ride. She was no stranger to this little ritual, it had been her go-to for several months now.

She knew where to rub, when to press harder, when to back off. Pleasure came in waves, and she rode them, hips churning. And she knew when to grab the pillow and pull it over her face to stifle the moan of relief and exultation. This round had been even better than usual, and she felt drowsy and content.

Ann was jolted awake by knocking at the door. She glanced at the clock, and had a moment of panic. She was already late, the knocking was certainly Margaret, and she had intended to clean up between getting off and going to dinner. Her crotch was not the wet and sticky mess she'd expected, but she still wished for time to clean up properly. Another round of knocking, and she had to respond.

"Ju-just a second! I fell asleep, I'll be out in a minute!" She scrambled to put clothes back on, fretted for a moment about the smell she was going to exude, but there wasn't really time for her to shower right now.

To her credit, Margaret didn't ask what the smell was, and indeed didn't seem to notice. Ann knew better, but it was hard to take offense if there wasn't any comment made. She was almost certain that the scent was noticeable from across the table.

"So how did your presentation go?"

"Pretty well, really. I didn't have as many vocal stumbles this time. Everyone seemed like they were paying attention. That's good, right?"

"Sounds good to me. Were you using the special ones?"

Ann flustered and felt her ears turning bright red.

"I'll take that as a yes. So it sounds like they worked for you?"

"Y-yeah. They worked. I was surprised at the range, I didn't think it would affect the whole room."

Margaret shrugged. "The university has good air circulation. Just a few more days to the holidays. Are you still on the fence about the party?"

"Is your brother still going to be there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Wolfgang's going to be there."

"Then I am not on the fence. I am going."

"Good!" Margaret grinned a big, wolfish grin. Ann had seen pictures of her brother. Big hunk of wolf. She was nervous as hell, but if the panties worked their magic... well, she had high hopes for what would follow.

December seventeenth rolled around. All finals were done, all grades were posted. Both Ann and Margaret had managed to pass all classes, and the panty-assisted presentation had propped her public speaking grade up to a B-. She was going to count that as a win.

It was a bit past four when Ann finally judged that she'd gotten her outfit just right. The current wave of women's fashion called for asymmetric dresses in subdued colors, with hidden flashes of garish color. In keeping with her generally drab fur, her dress was a close match, some blend of khaki and gray that wasn't so much a color as the visual embodiment of a Monday afternoon at work. But slashes cut in the bodice, that matched the sweeping angle from right shoulder to left hip, revealed pockets of vibrant red-to-purple gradients. She'd matched her shoes, there, because damned if she was going to be completely drab. She'd had enough of that as a kid.

Margaret was going to meet her at the party, and had given her the address. It was pretty far away, almost dead in the middle of Boston's skylight district. And Ann had some other worries. Specifically, about maximizing the efficacy of the magic panties. Fine, the "sufficiently advanced" panties. Whatever. She had time to "recharge" them before leaving, and there was a small but vocal part of her that thrilled at the idea of showing up to a fancy party with the glow of endorphins still fuzzing at the back of her mind. She wavered for a moment.

But she didn't want to risk being late for the party. And given her track record for snoozing after recharging these things, that was a real danger. Of course, there was another option, and at that thought she grinned, and made a few adjustments. Not going to be riding the train this time, no. She flipped through a few screens on her phone to order car service, grabbed her purse, and headed for the lobby.

The car was already waiting when she got there. Autonomous, electric, tapped into the city's traffic control systems and guaranteed to get her where she was going, provided she knew where that was. She knew which tower, and that was as far as the car would take her, anyway. Once she'd typed the destination in, she hit the command for scenic route, gave it an arrival time, and let the car make its own route from there. She had other things to do.

Lean the seat back, stretch out comfortably, and toggle the window screening to privacy. She was fairly sure this was not what the setting was for, but she was also fairly sure she wasn't the first one to have used it this way, either. It gave her the privacy to shuffle her dress around, up and out of the way so she wouldn't get it damp when she slid her hand into the panties and started to rub.

She'd never call herself an exhibitionist (because before the conversation got there she'd have burned a hole in the ground with the sheer force of her embarrassment) but there was a huge bit of thrill to this. To handling her own pleasures in public. A very restrained and hidden form of public, but it still counted. She knew best what she liked, and her fingers, while not as overwhelmingly powerful as that glove sitting under her pillow, were up to the task. Might as well get all the way into it. She propped each heel on the dash, leaned back some more, and got both hands down her panties, several fingers stuffed inside and pumping while her other hand worried about rubbing at her clitoris.

And as expected, when she did pop off, louder than she'd have liked, the panties just seemed to soak it all up, just like the last few times. Her fingers were still a mess, but she had wipes in her purse for that. She could still smell it, though. Not an unpleasant smell, really, but she was still glad when the filtration system refreshed the air around her.

The car was still randomizing a route around the edge of the skylight district, and the arrival timer was ticking down close to her mark. Time enough to calm down, get her breath back, and cool most of the heat from her cheeks and ears. Right in time too, as the car hummed down under street level into the arrival bay for Bifrost Tower. There was a steady flow of arrivals and departures from any tower, and with autocars it amounted to valet service. Hers pulled up, let her out, then hummed over to departures to pick up the next passenger. She spared a momentary thought for the next rider possibly getting hit with a nose full of her scent, but the filtration system would probably have it gone and fresh by the time anyone stepped in.

Margaret had told her where to go, and she followed the posted signs to the center south bank of elevators. Up to the 380th floor, and that was a long, long ride. The elevator stopped several times, more people getting on at various points. She was pretty sure Wolfgang was one of the last ones on, but she hadn't been introduced, and the back of someone's head was a pretty poor comparison from a front view.

Everyone got off on the same floor, conversations buzzing. One little fox was leaning heavily on his companion, laughing as they strolled into one of the side rooms. Margaret was waiting a little further up the hall. And she waved to Ann, paused for a hug from the big wolf, and waved her over. "Ann, this is Wolfgang. Wolfgang, Ann's my partner in crime."

He was even bigger in person. She only came up to his chest. Probably eye-to-nipple, if he didn't have a sharp tuxedo on. Neo-comedia style, bright colors, garish prints, and poofy trousers. Silly, but he looked good anyway. She was, surprisingly, a little disappointed that his pants weren't tighter. And then the polite side of her brain reminded her to talk.

"Hi! Yes. Sorry. I thought that was you, in the elevator. But I didn't want to assume and call out. I'm glad to finally meet you. Margaret's told me quite a bit. And thank you for letting me come to this party. Oh crap, am I rambling, I'm rambling, I'll shut-" Margaret reached over and closed her muzzle to stop the flow of nervous chatter.

"Yeah, Sis has mentioned a friend now and then. Nice to meet you, Ann. Ladies, shall we?" He put an arm out for each of them, and led them into the main hall.

It was a big space, on one of the outer edges of the tower, facing out onto the city. A million lights, more millions of people, and so far below that it was all just a sea without edges or end. One whole wall was nothing but window, and the rest of the space was open, with islands of catering tables and drinks, staff gliding busily between guests and a door at the far end. Styles ranged from the latest in fashion to the truly archaic, with some variations on timeless. Some of it looked like costume pieces, really. The huge tigress in some sort of wrapped silk dress with what had to be several pounds of gold jewelry and gemstones adorning her, for instance.

She didn't recognize anyone.

At first. She started to get a faint feeling of recognition to some of the faces. Wolfgang had gone off to get drinks for them, leaving her and Margaret against one of the walls.

"Um. Mar? What company did you say Wolfgang works for?"

"Kuroko's Finest. Why?"

Ann replied in a panicked whisper, "You brought me to a holiday party for an adult entertainment company! Your brother works for them? Dammit woman, I recognize some of these people and knowing I've seen them naked is not making me any more comfortable here!"

"Would you relax? No one is going to care. These people are professionals. They made all that so people would watch and enjoy. Which you did, didn't you?" Ann nodded. "So don't worry. Look, this is the professional party. There's sponsors and patrons and I think the mayor's going to be here later. Nobody's going to be swinging naked from the rafters, so-"

"That party starts tomorrow." Wolfgang had come back with drinks, and clearly recognized this particular conversation. He handed each of them a can of their preferred carbonated beverage, pulled a chair over, and straddled it, leaning his elbow on the back. "Don't worry, Ann. Margaret likes to drop this on folks, but really, none of us mind much if you've happened to see our work. We're not in studio, or on performance right now. Most of us are just normal folks when we're not on a job."

There was a sound from the other side of the room that mixed a crowd laughing, a crowd grumbling, and a crowd trying not to act shocked at something.

"Most of us," Wolfgang sighed, and looked over in the direction of the action. "Knock it off, you two! I know where to get a bucket of icewater!" Most of the reaction was laughter, punctuated by a shocked, surprised yelp from someone. Wolgang turned back to the two of them. "More importantly, Miss Finch knows where the ice is, and is much more prone to use it than I am."

Ann was a little confused, but the conversation, and party, wasn't going to wait for her to catch up. The next few hours were progressively weirder. Most of the time it was just another holiday party. The food was all bite sized and required no utensils. The drinks were plentiful, and conversations flowed as one host or another deftly steered groups, dispersed others, and kept people from breaking off into discrete groups.

Ann met a lot of people, and some of them were the very strange moments. The little fox had, apparently, lost almost all of his clothes. He claimed it was a cruel injustice, Wolfgang pointed out that he rarely kept his clothes on long enough to get dirty, unless forced to. The little fox had no smart reply, and got called off by a tiny little ginger-haired mouse. She saw neither of them again that night.

As the hours wore on, Wolfgang kept getting steered back into her groups, and she wasn't entirely sure why. She had hopes, but wasn't really sure what to act on. Somewhere around midnight she found herself leaned against the window, alone with the big wolf.

"So. Margaret's been trying, with what I'm sure she thinks is cunning subtlety, to point my nose at you. Which makes sense, in a way. From her point of view, I don't have any steady romantic relationships, and she thinks highly of you."

"This sounds like you getting ready to let me down easy. It's okay. You're hot, and it's pretty easy to look at a picture, and listen to Margaret, and say 'yeah, I'd let that guy rail me in the elevator' but it's different face to face. Have to see if there's a click, and I guess there wasn't."

Wolfgang laughed a little. "Yeah, something like that." He paused. "Wait, just on a picture and Sis telling you what a great guy I was, you decided that you'd bend over and take a gamble? Shit, I should have kept my mouth shut." He was grinning, and she followed suit.

"Well you've missed your chance. You want to nail me against a wall, you're going to have to ask nicely. Or tear my dress off and bite my neck. I'm good either way." She was not at all sure where this sudden surge of confidence was coming from. This was flirting, she was supposed to be flustered and stammering and staring at her feet, not grinning up at him and countering his jabs with her own. Part of her realized it had to be the panties at work.

"Oh, there's no way Sis told you about that particular fantasy. So you've seen some of my shoots?"

Ann shook her head. "Kind of avoided them after I found out I know your sister. Seemed awkward."

"But you're familiar enough with what we do to get flustered. So who did you watch, and do I need to get them over here to sign something for you?" There came the flustered. She recovered, but he saw the embarrassment flit across her face. "You don't have to say."

She shook her head. "No it's okay. I mean, it's unlikely I'll ever see anyone here in person again, so what's the harm?" She pointed across the room.

"Oooh, Alessia and Simon. Yeah, I remember that shoot. I was watching it while I was learning the ropes. Metaphorically and literally. She's even bigger in person, believe it or not." He looked like he was about to wave the satin-draped tigress over, then paused. "Do you want to meet her? She doesn't bite unless asked nicely. All of that ferocity was playing for the camera."

Ann took a deep breath, then nodded. The amount of work that had gone in to binding Alessia for that shoot had been impressive. She wasn't really conversant on the details and mechanics of bondage, but she was pretty sure she knew when someone was holding back, and when they were really trying to get loose, and it had been the latter. That those ropes hadn't snapped under the strain was amazing. That they'd held her was even more so. And if she wanted to be honest, she'd spent more than a few evenings trying to imagine what that kind of restraint would feel like.

So why not ask? If anyone would understand the question, it was these people. And if there was ever a time to push forward, it was while the panties were still doing their thing. Wolfgang led the way, and she followed in his wake through the crowd.

He was right, she was even bigger in person. Ann barely came up to the tigress' elbow. But when Wolfgang leaned up to whisper in the big woman's ear, a gentle smile turned toward Ann.

"Ah, a fan." Soft voice, deep and powerful, but with a lilt of accent, something with Latin roots. She kneeled down, resting an elbow on one knee, and the other knee on the floor. "I'm glad to have made something that you enjoyed. If you would not mind, was there something in particular that tickled your fancy?"

Ann nodded. "The title was Passion Restrained and... I won't lie, I was mostly imagining what it was like to be in your position. And up close and in person, I can't imagine how you didn't snap those ropes."

She laughed. "Simon is very, very good at his rigging, and all of those had a steel core inside the silk braid. There was no way I was going to get loose no matter how hard I struggled. Which was... nice. It was nice not having to hold back. It can be very liberating to struggle as hard as you can, secure in the knowledge that no amount of struggle will get you free."

Which had echoed a lot of Ann's imagined escapades. She'd never tried anything more restricting than tying her wrists together with a scarf. But there was a momentary pang of envy, overshadowed by a very, very powerful wave of desire. Which, apparently, wasn't hard to see.

"Oh, I see I've hit something close to heart. Is it something you want to talk about, or try out?"

Even with the power of panties at her back, Ann froze. "Nope, not ready to talk about it or try it."

"That's okay too. I trust you're having a good time at the party?" The conversation shifted away from sensitive subjects, and back to more mundane things for a while, and again the little knot of conversation broke up and dispersed, some moving to join other little clusters, some others parting in pairs for their own reasons.

Wolfgang stayed with her, moving back to the edge of the crowd, to the window. The hum of the crowd made for a surprisingly private conversation.

"Froze up, huh? That's alright, the door's open for you, when or if you decide to take it. If you want, I can bring you to the other party as my plus one? You'll get to see a whole lot more interesting stuff than this."

"Is there, um. Is there anything I'll be required to do, at this other party?"

Wolfgang paused to think, then shrugged. "Dress code is either black tie formal or bare asses, but aside from that no one is obligated to do anything with anyone, for any reason, that they don't want to do." He seemed to read her skepticism pretty clearly. "Look, we're professionals. Every one of us. They drill us on consent first and foremost because aside from a particular class of folks, people who feel used or abused don't come back as customers, they come back as litigants. Boss doesn't want that, Miss Finch doesn't want that, and none of us do, either. You say 'no thanks' and no one will push past that unless you've told us ahead of time that you want to be pushed."

A lot lot think about, but she'd had enough to drink, and was feeling more cocky than usual. "So what happens if I tell you I want to be pushed?"

That got a grin out of him, and he offered his hand. While they walked through the crowd, he went over that particular subject. "Basically you have a safeword- you know what those are right?" She nodded. "You have a safeword, and at least for this party we put a wristband on you. You say the safeword, anyone who hears it is obligated to stop the scene and check on you, make sure you're okay. If you just say 'no' instead of 'red', that gets viewed as playing hard to get, or resisting a little, not revoking consent."

The far wall had a couple of drink and snack stations, but Wolfgang passed them by and led her out into a little hallway. It was quieter here, by a big margin. The hum of conversation was still there, but muted by a closed door. The sudden hush also had a second effect, making it quite clear to Ann that there were scents in play that weren't just run-of-the-mill. She could smell Wolfgang. Not faintly, either, there was a nearly physical presence to that earthy, raw smell, and with no ventilation system to shove it away, and no thousand other smells interfering, it grabbed her nose and pushed straight through. Even if she didn't consciously recognize the smell, her body sure did, and its reaction was pretty clear.

No, me, she decided. We are not going to tackle him and tear his pants off. He's much bigger than we are and we're not totally sure he's on board with that.

But damn, he smelled good.

There was an opening, though. "So say we're at this other party, we come out into the hallway like this, we're all alone. What then?"

He scratched at the top of his muzzle, then shrugged. "If you're not wearing a red band, and I say something like, um. How'd you like to get nailed to the wall? And you say-"

She interrupted with, "Fuck yes, right fucking now." Which surprised her, because she hadn't planned those words at all.

His explanation skidded to a halt. "Well. Uh. That gets you the same reaction with or without a red band." He put a hand against the wall behind her, looming over her, and the smell of him intensified.

Does he smell me, this way? She put a hand on his stomach, felt the muscle through flimsy fabric. Bright pattern couldn't do any justice to slate fur and darker markings, and the looseness of it was hiding the shapes she wanted to see most. His free hand took her wrist, moved her hand down from his belly. The trousers were loose, there was plenty of room to slide her hand in. He didn't push, just... made the offer.

And she took it, took it without hesitation. She slid her hand inside and found him already hard, thick, hot to the touch. She was surprised he'd gone commando, but given the looseness of his pants, no one would know without hands on investigation like this. Okay me, I hope you know what we're doing. He's... big. In several very relevant ways, as she felt his hand on her hip, put her other hand on his shoulder, and tilted her chin up as he leaned down. Brief, gentle kiss, a giggle as he gave her a single sloppy dog lick and a dopey dog grin. The giggle faded into a moan as he continued down, kisses and nips, tongue and teeth dripping shivers and leaving blooms of heat wherever he touched. Heat from the thumb stroking at her hip. Heat pouring up through her hand, she could feel it overwhelming her, suffusing her.

He knew it, too, when she was overcome. Her hand tightened on his shoulder, and on his dick. He understood that signal, his hand dropping briefly to slide under the hem of her dress, lift it up, baring her thigh, big hand cupping around her hip. And teeth nipping at her throat. He was gentle there, gentle with hand and maw, and she slid her hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him in, closer. "Thought you said you wanted to nail me to the wall?" Her voice was husky, heavy, dripping with desire.

He heard that, as loud as her heartbeat. As thick as the smell of them both in the still air of the hall. Heard that and put his other hand down, grabbed her other hip and just lifted. Strong man, lifted her easily, put her face to face with him, feet well off the floor. Easier for him to nip at her neck, and she moaned as he did, wrapped her legs around his hips, one hand on the back of his neck still, the other ruffled in short, thick hair. She could feel his hands on her ass, feel them investigating under her tail, around her thighs.

His voice was as husky as hers, thick with lust. "You want to keep these panties intact, hot stuff? Tell me now, or they're tatters."

"N-no! I want to keep these."

"Alright. They're gonna be a mess before we're done, though."

"Fuck they'd better be." She wasn't sure how they'd work with a double charge like this, but she was willing to find out.

He just pulled them aside a little, leaving a hand cupping her butt while the other handled logistical issues like tugging his fly open, lining his tip up with her. She hadn't gotten a look, but her hands on examination had told her. Canid cock, narrow tip, widened out pretty quick, and there was that knot at the base. She was really looking forward to finding out what that felt like.

She was going to find out pretty soon, it seemed. He huffed softly, just a little bit in her so far. "God you're hot, li'l 'coon girl. I'll bet you make the most adorable sounds when you cum." She felt herself sinking down, felt him sinking in, and leaned her head back against the wall with a low moan. A brief moment of self-consciousness, worry that the party room might overhear, but it fled under the shuddering haze of pleasure growing low in her belly.

Slow rocking, hips moving in time together, working him in, out, then in a little further. Plenty of leverage, but he was being careful, gentle. Overpowering, but without hurry or aggression. Well, a little aggression. The teeth kept prickling at her shoulder, under her chin, she could feel a his growl more than hear it, a bass-deep rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. And he felt that shiver too, felt the way she tensed under him. "Oh, you like that, do you? You want to feel like a little prey thing with a big bad wolf after you?"

"Give me a red hood and I'll let you eat me." She whispered, starting to try to rock harder. He wasn't going near fast enough for the insistent pulse of need growing in her. "Later. Later, right now you need to nail me. Fucking do it, big boy. Faster!" He didn't need more urging. Hell, he shifted from slow and gentle to power on almost no warning. One of his hands stayed low to help steady her hips, but the other grabbed a hand of hers, put it over her head, then grabbed the other to match, held her to the wall like that, pounding her faster. She shuddered and moaned, arching her back off the wall.

There was no slow and steady anymore. He was rocking her against the wall, hard enough that anyone on the other side would surely know what was going on. And she didn't care at all. She struggled a little against his grip, mostly at the way it kept her from using her hands to urge him further, but the teeth at her throat kept her from any sort of clear thought.

It couldn't have been very long, before the firecracker sparks of climax rippled through her, prompting a mix of moans and squeaks. And a laugh from the big wolf. "Yeah, you *huff* make cute noises." He slowed down a little bit while she fluttered through the sensations, then picked speed back up when her moan didn't have so much breathless euphoria in it. After all, he hadn't got his yet, she assumed.

Nose in her shoulder, huffing as he humped away, she heard him mumble something about decisions, then slowed to a gentle rocking motion, just rubbing at her entrance with his knot. "You know if I tie, we're not going back to the party for at least a half hour, right?"

"Fffuck, you got a b-better idea?"

"Don't know how you feel about oral, but that would do."

She paused a little. "I haven't actually done that. I don't want to do a shitty job on you."

He kept grinding away, shrugged. "We have classes for that. I don't teach, but I get to be one of the practice dummies now and then. For the ambitious sorts."

"Can we get you off without tying?" She was really hoping the answer was yes. There was a big draw to finding out just how much mess those panties would soak up. He nodded, and let go of her hands, then guided them down between her legs.

"You hold here, and here, and squeeze tight, pull toward you when I pull back." He waited for her to get a good grip, a little difficult with the amount of slick coating him, but she managed to find a good angle, then nodded. He sped up, and she started squeezing and tugging in when he tried to move away. Over and over, as his hips moved faster, and she felt more sparks starting to wind their way up through her belly.

Oh, this is just going to end so, so bad. Or good. Let's go with good.

Her inner voice was right, of course. Coincidence happened on her, right about the time he was ready to blow, her own climax took over, she pulled harder and at the wrong moment, and felt the momentary intense stretch, then the powerful fullness as he popped all the way in. He hadn't been expecting that, and the sudden shock of it overwhelmed him. It was too late to stop, anyway, and he leaned an elbow against the wall, the other hand still supporting her as unsteady thrusts emptied him into her, thick, plentiful and hot.

One hand stayed down, rubbing at herself, feeling the magnificent fullness, while the other wrapped lazily behind his neck. Ann was giddy, flying on euphoria, giggling in sweaty, exhilarated pleasure. "That... that was awesome! Have to thank Margaret for finding these. I don't think I'd have ever asked for this without-"

He sputtered an interruption. "Pardon? Oh god, she did it again."

"Did what again?" Ann was a bit confused.

"Let me guess. Magic pheromone panties?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Because she did the same damn thing to me when I was in high school. Total fakes, just a super absorbent lining on regular underwear."

Ann's thoughts raced, flickered, and finally settled on a reaction. "I'm going to thank her. And then I'm going to strangle her."

Wolfgang laughed. "As her brother, I'm obligated to prevent throttling. I'll give you thirty seconds uninterrupted."

"Deal." She was still flying high, all caught up in afterglow, despite her vow of vengeance. She wouldn't be doing anything about it for, "how long are we stuck like this?"

"Thirty-ish minutes. I can probably hold you up on the wall like this that long, but it won't be super comfortable or either of us. If you hang on to me I can turn and sit and you can just sit on my lap. Call me Santa and tell me what you want under your tree, I guess."

There was a lot of huffing and a shuddery moan as they got rearranged, with him on he floor and leaned back against the stairs. She settled, straddling his lap, and laid out on his chest. "Okay, this, this I could get used to."

"What, big wolf blanket? I'm good on cold nights, sure, but if I'm being totally honest, I ain't in the market for any sort of serious relationship. Those are pretty hard with the way this job eats up time and energy, and jealousy can be brutal. Aside from some who are really, really in to knowing their partner is fucking other people, that can really make a mess of folks. So mostly we stick to casual stuff and clients. Granted, you're my sisters friend, which adds a layer to it." He still had his hands on the small of her back, rubbing absently as they chatted away.