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"I love you, too," those words made my heart soar. She loved me! Overcome by emotion, I swept her up in a tight embrace, impulsively kissing her. Zuri giggled at my sudden affection but responded in kind, her strong arms wrapping around me. I think our impromptu make-out session would have gone on a little longer, and probably escalated to things of a more intimate nature, had we not been brought back down by the sound of someone clearing their throat. That person being Shuri Amaka, Zuri's mother.

We broke the kiss, both of us wearing sheepish expressions on our faces as we looked back to Shuri. She was looking at us with an expression that was both bemused and cross at the same time, but the look in her eyes said it was more amusement than anything else. "I take it this is the first time you've admitted your feelings for each other?"

I self-consciously cleared my throat and nodded, trying(and failing) to keep the smile from my face. "It is."

"Ah, I see," the hyena matriarch nodded slowly, clearly enjoying this. "And how long have you known, young man?"

"About, uh," I glance at my watch, "one minute?"

Shuri gave an amused chuckle and glanced at her daughter. "And you, Zu?"

"After our big fight," Zuri confessed. I whipped around to look at her, shocked.

"Really?"

She looked over at me and nodded, an apologetic expression on her face. "Mhm."

"Fight?" Shuri interjected, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, uh, yeah," I said, shifting uncomfortably. "We had a bit of an argument, things got heated, but in the end, we worked things out and some good came out of it." I looked questioningly over at Zuri, who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, we got into it a bit about...well, the visit, to be honest."

Shuri's eyebrow went higher. "Oh?"

"I was, uh" I cleared my throat again, "I had some...ah...concerns...about coming here."

"He was nervous that you wouldn't like him and wreak a terrible vengeance," Zuri clarified.

"You know, that's the first time you've ever mentioned any of your partners being nervous about coming here," Shuri mused. "Most are either chomping at the bit or bail because they think things are getting too serious. Nervous is good, though."

"It is?" I blinked. "So you will wreak a terrible vengeance if I don't pass muster?"

"Of course not!" she giggled, shaking her head. "Silly boy. I can see why she likes you. No, you being nervous is good because you care. Not about getting something from her or favors or just a good time in the sack, but about being with her. That means a lot in my book, and hers, apparently."

"Quite a bit," Zuri confirmed and gave my hand another squeeze. I looked over at her and smiled, and she smiled back at me, both of us still giddy from our declaration of love.

Shuri cleared her throat again, smirking at us from across the room. "I can see that we're not going to get much done in the way of discussions, so we'll table this until Akachi and Deka get home. In the meantime, you can show Denryk where you'll both be sleeping and get unpacked while I get out the cute baby pictures."

"Oh, Mum, leave it out, will ya?" Zuri groaned, much to my amusement. I tried to stifle my grin, again without much success, as she turned to me. "Alright, loverboy, let me show you my room...and quit grinning like that!"

"Yes, Mistress," I quipped, drawing peals of laughter from her mother.

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We carried our bags upstairs, both of us traveling relatively light and carrying a rucksack each, and headed down the corridor until we reached what I presumed was her room.

"Here we are," she announced, confirming my suspicions, "Ready to see what no other lover of mine has ever seen?"

"Your diary with unicorns and rainbows on it?"

She playfully thwapped me on the arm again, chuckling. "Cheeky fucker. The inside of my room. And maybe I do have a diary! Written in pink and purple ink and just filled with 'Denryk and Zuri' in hearts, you don't know."

"I mean, if you did, it'd be kinda creepy considering we'd never met before until a month ago."

"True," she conceded, "In any case, welcome to my room!" She dramatically pressed the open icon on the console, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. "After you."

I walked in and was immediately struck by how...sparse it was. A computer sat idle on her desk, a few books and manuals on the shelves, a poster of a popular rock band from a few decades ago, but precious little else beyond the king-sized bed.

"I know it's not much to look at, but it's home," Zuri said as she followed behind me and shut the door. "At least, between jobs, that is."

"Kinda spartan," I said, putting a voice to my thoughts.

"A bit," she admitted, "But you never know when you've got to go, so you travel light. I mean, you've got the Phoenix set up the same way."

"It's a bit different, though. I try and live light because my bedroom can be turned literally upside down. Don't bring anything on board a spaceship you aren't prepared to lose and all that. This is-" The sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. For her, it was the same thing. All those times she had to move, had to live on the run. She was worried about her room being turned upside down in the metaphorical sense. And then it hit again, like a chain reaction. The room, her job, the impermanence of it, not wanting to follow in her sisters' footsteps, her being so quick to just break up and run at the first sign of trouble. She was either terrified or incapable of comfortably setting down roots with anyone or anything beyond her family.

Of course, I decided not to bring that up; we'd just gotten out of one argument recently, and I was in no hurry to start another by playing dime-store psychologist. Instead, I simply cleared my throat to cover the temporary pause and continued, "Excuse me. Not how I would decorate my room in an actual home. But we are two different people."

"You were just disappointed I didn't have a diary," she smirked, setting her bag down and wrapping her arms around me as she hugged me from behind. I placed my hands atop hers, leaning back into her embrace, grateful that my shorter height allowed me to rest my head against her glorious bosom.

"Guilty as charged," I lied. "I guess I'll just have to settle for those cute baby pictures."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, like you aren't going to pump my mom for every last adorably embarrassing picture and story of mine when we visit."

"Yes, but that's different."

"How?"

"I'm allowed."

I chuckled, turning around in her embrace until I was looking up at those mischevious blue eyes, a playful smirk on her face. "Oh, are you now?"

"Mhm," she nodded sagely. "It's a known fact that once an admission of love is made amongst hyenas, the male surrenders all rights to cute baby pictures of the female."

"Uh-huh," I responded dryly. "And if the couple is the same gender?"

"Then it's the shorter one who gives them up." Damn, she managed to pull that one out quick.

"And your mom didn't mention this because...?"

"She's not the staunch traditionalist I am," she remarked haughtily, tipping her nose up and assuming an imperious expression. I stared at her, my own expression one of doubt and disbelief, eyebrow arched, until at last the facade broke and we both broke down into giggle fits. "Ah, thought I had you there for a second."

"I admit, I'm not the world's leading expert on ancient hyena matrimonial rights, but I do have a pretty good bullshit detector."

"Matrimonial, hmm?" She leaned down and ran her tongue along my ear and whispering into it. "Is that a proposal, Captain Barsuk?"

I jumped at her touch, a shiver running up my spine as I tried to stammer out an answer. "A-ah! N-no, we just said we l-loooOOove each other, I don't think we should jump straight into marriage."

She leaned back, a serious expression on her face. "Why not? Am I not good enough for you, is that it? Am I not 'marriage material'?"

"What? No! I mean you are, but not right, I mean..." I trip over my words as I try to explain myself, only to be cut off by her raucous laughter.

"Ah, there we go! Finally got you!" She grinned. "You're getting better at that, y'know."

"Oh, son of a..." I muttered. "I take it that's my payback for the baby pictures, huh?"

"Oh, your punishment hasn't even begun, loverboy..." I have to admit, the look on her face filled me with equal parts dread and arousal...

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After getting everything finally unpacked, we headed downstairs for the rest of the tour of the house. The thing was massive, I think you could have parked the entirety of the Phoenix inside it and still had a bit of room left over. There was also a pool and hot tub out back, along with a commanding view of the valley just behind the house. After the tour, cute baby pictures were shown, laughs were had, along with dinner, and finally, Zuri and I retired to her room for the evening. I flopped onto the bed and began to unbutton my shirt whilst I kicked off my shoes.

"That was fun," I declared, turning my head to watch Zuri as she had begun to slip out of her own clothes. She nodded as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it in the hamper. I turned away to unbuckle my pants, and barely heard the sound of her opening one of her dresser drawers. I'm not sure why, whether to get a nightshirt or a new bra or what, but that's not what she found in there.

"Huh," she muttered, reaching in to grab something out of view. The sudden comment grabbed my attention, focusing back on her. "What is it?" I asked.

"Thought I lost these," she remarked as she held them up for me to see. It was a pair of handcuffs, still as shiny and clean as the day they were purchased, most likely.

"Handcuffs?"

"Yeah, but not real ones. You don't need a key, you just press the little switches here and here..." She demonstrated, and the cuffs popped open. "See? Just like that." Two quick snaps and they were back in place. Zuri eyed me with unbridled desire, twirling the handcuffs around on one finger. "So what do you say? You wanna give it a go?"

For a second, I stared blankly at her, not quite believing my ears. Did she just...? "You want to use those on me?" I asked.

"Of course, silly badger. Just slip your hands through the bed frame, a few clicks, and you'll be all mine for the night. Bound and helpless..." As she spoke, she slowly stalked towards me, her hips swaying seductively. She licked her lips, her blue eyes roaming up and down over my body, stopping when they settled on my crotch. "Oh, I see at least one part of you likes that."

To be honest, it was more than just that one part, but at the moment, my arousal was impossible to hide. Pants unbuckled and unzipped, my shaft was straining against my boxers, already hard at the promise of what was to come. And I admit, this was a long-held fantasy of mine. Tied up, helpless, at the mercy of a beautiful, strong woman...this was definitely my kink. And most importantly, I trusted Zuri. I knew that she wasn't going to hurt me or go too far or just mess with me. I nodded eagerly, earning a sultry chuckle from my beautiful amazon.

"Alright, then. Clothes off and assume the position, loverboy." I eagerly shucked off whatever clothes I still had on and laid back on the bed, my arms raised over my head. Zuri made a show of disrobing, slowly shimmying her pants off to reveal the lacy panties underneath that left little to the imagination. She gave a slow turn to show them off from the back, the sheer black material barely covering her beautiful rear, her tail lifted to give me the best possible view. It also served to distract me from her unhooking and discarding her bra, only realizing she had done so when she turned around and she dropped her hands, revealing her gorgeous bosom. As I laid there, in awe of her beauty, she slowly crawled atop me, her eyes never leaving mine as she steadily overshadowed me. She leaned down, and her lips met mine in a tender kiss, our tongues briefly sliding against one another before she moved away, straddling my waist. Her hands gently grabbed my wrists and cuffed them, making sure that it was both comfortable and hard to escape.

As she fiddled with my restraints, her breasts dangled right over my face, tantalizingly close. Moving carefully as not to disturb her work, I leaned my head up, gingerly grasping the silver barbell running through her nipple with my teeth and tugged lightly on it. That got a gasp out of her, and I grinned as my lips closed around the nipple, my tongue tracing over the nub, feeling it begin to stiffen up. I continued to gently suckle and tug on it, teasing her as she worked to secure me to the bed. When I felt her finish her work, I released her nipple and let my head fall back against the pillows. She looked down at me with a playful grin on her face, a shiver running through her body.

"Cheeky fucker," she teased, and I shrugged as best I could in return. "How are you feeling? Nothing too tight?" I test my restraints, struggling and pressing against them, making sure they didn't bite too hard against my wrists, but that I would still be unable to escape. Once I was satisfied, I nodded. "I think I'm good."

"Good. The safe word is 'Spanking'."

I blinked. "Spanking?"

"Oh, are you into spanking?" Zuri seemed a bit surprised at the question.

"Nooooo," I quickly answered, shaking my head. "Not really into pain." I paused for a second. "Are you into spanking?"

She shook her head emphatically. "Not really into pain either. Now, where were we...?" A wolfish grin crossed her face before she leaned down to kiss me again, this time deeply. I returned the kiss eagerly, lifting my head up off the bed to keep contact as she pulled away. But it wasn't long before I felt the handcuffs hit the bed and hold me in place, helpless as she pulled away, licking her lips with that predatory smile. That smile sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel my cock twitch in anticipation for whatever was to come.

Zuri began crawling back down my body, peppering it with soft, gentle kisses, her eyes looking up at me, watching my every reaction, every twitch and jump, ears perked to hear me gasp softly as her lips press against my body, or when her fingers lightly tickle my fur with an unexpected caress. I couldn't help but writhe slowly, the feeling of being at her tender mercies exciting me even more than our normal lovemaking sessions had. Finally, she reached my manhood, eagerly awaiting her pleasures, but instead of paying it any attention, she slowly caressed my thighs and planted kisses all over my hips. Everywhere but where I wanted it, needed it the most.

I whimpered, my hips shifting, thrusting, desperate for her touch. Her response was to simply chuckle and pin my legs down with her body. I writhed and squirmed, pressing against my bonds as she continued to tease me, running a finger lightly along the underside of my shaft, eliciting a sharp gasp and a loud moan from me. She continued to do this for what felt like an eternity, her fur lightly rubbing against my hard cock which twitched and jumped with every sensation, desperate for more. By this point, I was moaning and whimpering constantly, almost begging her for more, and she would simply smile at me and continue her relentless, agonizing teasing, sometimes replacing her touches with her tongue.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take any more, she wrapped her fingers around my member and began to slowly stroke. The change, the blessed relief was so good I almost came right then and there. But somehow, I managed to contain myself and instead, moaned loudly, my hips trying in vain to thrust in time with her strokes, still held down by her muscular frame. Quickly, my relief turned back into blissful agony as her pace was slow and steady. Enough to keep me rock hard, but not enough to come even close to orgasm. She knew exactly what she was doing, and keeping me in the perfect limbo between frustration and ecstasy.

Eventually, I could take it no longer. Swallowing my pride, I quietly whimpered "...please."

"Hmm? What was that, loverboy?" She asked, feigning innocence as she punctuated the question with a quick lick on the head of my cock. I shuddered and rewarded her with a jet of precum, matting both her fur and mine.

"Please," I repeated.

"Please what?" she giggled. I moaned again and struggled against my bonds to no avail. She responded to my struggles by wrapping her lips around the head of my shaft and suckling lightly. My eyes rolled back in my head, my back arched as I strained against the handcuffs and her body.

"Ohhhh, please, Mistress..." the last word, slipped out unbidden, and for a brief moment, I wondered what her reaction would be. I did not have to wait long.

She let out a sultry purr, her hand stroking me faster now, as her eyes lidded with desire. "Mmm, say that again."

I let out another moan, arching my back as I do as she tells me. "Nnngh....please, Mistress."

"Please, Mistress, what?"

"Please, Mistress, let me cum..."

"Ohhhh, no no no, not yet, loverboy. Not until I've had my fun..." She grinned up at me and lifted herself off the bed. The act allowed me to move my legs again, but now that she was getting up, there wasn't much I could do with that. I groaned, throwing my head back against the pillow, much to her amusement. "Don't worry, my silly badger, you'll like this part."

She crawled up my body, planting more kisses as she went until she was straddling my hips, my cock tantalizingly close to her rear. With a wink and a grin, she leaned back and guided my member to her entrance, rubbing the head against her slit. I could feel just how wet she was, that she was just as aroused by this as me. Goddess, I could not have met a more perfect woman. As she sank down, I could feel my shaft slip inside her, her warm walls immediately clamping around me, welcoming me, eager for me to fill her completely. I shuddered and moaned, grasping onto the headboard as I fought the urge to buck my hips and ram into her all at once. Zuri reached down, her hands on my belly to steady herself as she took me in, inch by glorious inch. A shudder ran through her as well, and she moaned my name breathlessly, an act I reciprocated.

"Goddess, Zuri..." I groaned, unable to hold it back any longer as I began to thrust up into her. As she lowered her hips, I felt our bodies press together as I hilted her, and then she push me back down onto the bed with her weight. She smiled down at me, reaching out to caress my cheek.

"I love you, Denryk."

"I love you, too, Zuri," I whispered back, turning my head to softly kiss her hand.

"Good boy. Now hold on, and don't cum until I tell you."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Mmm...I could really get used to hearing that..." Without any further warning, she began to slowly ride up and down my cock, rolling her hips to make sure I feel every inch of her, and she feels every inch of me. I tried to match her pace, but the more I felt her tunnel squeezing me, milking me, eagerly waiting for every last drop of me, the harder it was to prevent my climax. Zuri, sensing me beginning to lose control, decided to give me something to do and leaned over me, bracing herself against the headboard and letting her breasts hang directly in front of my face. I quickly took her up on her offer, leaning my head up and began kissing and licking her breasts, letting my tongue explore her areola, tugging on her barbells with my teeth, eliciting gasps and moans from her. Her pace quickened, as she bounced harder and faster up and down my member, our hips slapping together, the bed rocking with our combined efforts. Her breath was beginning to grow ragged, and I knew it had nothing to do with stamina. I redoubled my efforts to hold back my orgasm, hoping she would allow me to climax with her.

"Nnnngh, fuck...are you ready, loverboy?" she gasped, still riding me hard.

"Yes!" was all I could gasp out.

"T-then cum with me, give me every last drop!" I nodded, thrusting back into her as hard and as fast I could, lasting a few more seconds before I hilted her one last time and climaxed deep inside her. It was honestly the most intense orgasm I had ever had up until that point. Every nerve felt like it was on fire as wave after wave of release rolled over me, my cock pulsing jet after jet of hot seed deep inside her. My own peak had triggered Zuri's, who wailed out her pleasure as she held me tightly, her body shuddering and shaking as she came with me. Inside, her walls continued to clamp and milk me, prolonging my orgasm longer, almost to the point of becoming. Eventually, however, we both finished and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

I was, in a word, spent. That was the most powerful, the most intense sexual experience of my life, and while I loved every single minute of it, I felt utterly drained. And by the heaving breaths I could hear Zuri taking, I think she felt the same way. After we got our composure and a bit of our energy back, she embraced me tightly, cuddling up with me as we lazily made out.

"Oh my Goddess, Zuri...that was...that was incredible," I finally managed to get out whilst I tried to undo the cuffs on my own.

"Mmm-hmmm..." she purred, burying her face in my neck to plant little kisses and nip at the fur there. "I could tell how much fun you were having from all the squirming and moaning. And you called me 'Mistress'. Really liked that bit."

"Oh you did, did you?"

"Mmm-hmm...that was such a huge turn on," she paused, pulling back to look me in the eye again. "Would you want to do this again?"

"The calling you Mistress thing or the bondage thing?"

"Both?"

"The bondage thing I am definitely okay with doing again. I don't think I could survive doing it every night, but it seems like a fun way to spice up our normal routine."

Zuri smiled and nodded, "This was a lot of fun, I haven't had an orgasm like that in years. Thanks for letting me have my way with you."

"Thank you for asking me. It really turned me on and you were amazing."

"Good," she kissed me softly on the lips. "And the Mistress thing?"

I let out a long breath and really thought that one over before answering. "That was a heat of the moment sort of thing, and it was a huge turn on, but I don't want it to go too far. If we're tying me up again, I'm okay with it. I trust you. But nothing outside the bedroom or anything like that."

Zuri listened attentively, and when I was finished, nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me. Not really ready for the whole BDSM lifestyle, but it was pretty sexy to hear you moan that out. Didn't even have to put on skintight leather for it."

"Dammit!" I swore, "Shoulda held out for that."

"Well, it's too late now, loverboy. Missed your chance."

"Ah, well. I'll just add it to the revenge list."

"Like you'll ever get around to it."

"I may surprise you yet, Miss Amaka. But, ah, in the meantime...can I make a suggestion and a request?"

Zuri fixed me with a puzzled look. " 'Course you can."

"Next time we do this, let's invest in some fur-lined cuffs or something because the handcuffs don't hurt at first, but as time went on, they started to bite."

"Seems fair. And the request?"

"Could you help me out of these? Can't quite get to the release switches."

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After Zuri helped me out of those cuffs, and we had a good laugh about it, we stayed up for a little while longer; caressing, kissing, exploring one another, enjoying the afterglow. Eventually, we drifted off to sleep the way we normally do, with her pressed up against my back, her strong arms wrapped around me. Normally, I felt so safe in those arms, so cared for. That night, however, they became something very different....