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(Italicized words are thoughts.)

The music carried far; the strains of the violin and other instruments rolled around the room, almost drowning the steady chug of the ship's engines as the force of steam propelled the wheels and drove the boat up the river. Down below the balcony the people mingled quite happily, though no doubt as she watched grave matters were being discussed, matters of trade and politics disguised behind smiling faces and high-class conversation. For a moment she remained watching, fancying that maybe she could perceive in the drift of the crowd some hint of intrigue. After a while, though, she sat back, wishing one of the ship's clocks was somewhere she could see; such complex devices were expensive, however.

Instead the vixen glanced to the door, as she had done already, wondering whether the time for the meeting had passed or was yet to come. She didn't know who she was meeting; a precaution she disliked, but which was common. Those who could afford her services would seldom lack the money to insure themselves against any possible scandal. She wished she had her own brand of insurance on her--a small pistol, tucked away somewhere in the voluminous red silk and complex undergarments of her dress--but considering the purpose of the meeting, its inevitable discovery would only spoil the mood for her client. And she prided herself on her ability to please her customers as much as possible; that was, after all, why she was up here, waiting in comfort for a person who had already delivered their hefty payment and their proofs of security, rather than out at some dismal frontier bar or lurking in the city streets like the majority of "working girls".

"Girl", of course--she allowed herself to think with a self-confident smile--was not a very apt word for her. "Lady" was also out, thanks to her profession. No, she mused, taking a moment to arrange her mass of long red hair, she was a woman; and no-one who looked at her could ever think otherwise. Looking out the high windows to the stars in the sky, Marie idly stroked her tail, and waited.

Marie's ears visibly perked up--Alex Kralik, the tall, lone tigerwolf removed his hat as he entered the room. He'd employed the services of the woman, mostly to amuse himself while he traveled along to the next city, to another assignment, to another day in a life that was filled with death. He'd heard things about this vixen that could only be considered tall tales, but looking at her... he found himself wondering just how fabricated the rumors were.

"I hope she isn't related to any of my contracts. That might make things a little uncomfortable," he thought, reflecting that even though he'd had to leave his iron downstairs, as long as the tigerwolf had a free paw, he was never unarmed.

"...Good day, miss," he said, unsure of how to begin things.

By the time the tigerwolf has come in the vixen had already gotten gracefully to her feet. The door to the balcony had been locked; that he had gotten in meant he had the key (a twin of which was in her own possession) and that this was her client. Such arrangements avoided unfortunate misunderstandings. "Good evenin', sir," she said, dipping into a curtsy; the motion made her dress hug her a little more tightly, for a moment.

"I'm Marie Remaine, as I'm sure you know already. I must say," she added with a smile both seductive and warm, "I didn't imagine I'd be meeting someone so striking."

Her manner was attractive and calming at the same time; she had already picked up his uncertainty and was subtly trying to make him feel more comfortable. Her voice was similarly pleasant, confident but welcoming, with a hint of accent. She had not yet asked for his name, and she wouldn't; it was his to give if he felt like it.

Strangely, Alex found himself comforted and even calmed by the vixen's soft, welcoming tone, and found that he gave her a graceful albeit short bow in response to her curtsy. The tigerwolf's hard face softened slightly at her compliment. "...I hope that ain't somethin' you say to all customers," he smiled briefly, lighting up his stony features.

"I do pride myself on tailorin' to my clients," she replied, her face tilted slightly aside in a manner that lent a little air of privacy.

With Alex put a bit more at his ease, the vixen moved closer, and put a hand on his arm; her eyes looked up into his own, judging his response to the physical contact. She still wore that smile, subtle but warm, suggesting that she liked what she was seeing. "Shall we take our leave, then, to a more intimate setting?"

"That's what I'm payin' for," chuckled the tigerwolf, not physically reacting to her contact. "Come on," Alex said, moving as if to throw his arm over the vixen's shoulders, but thinking better of it.

She relaxed a little herself; clients were sometimes nervous, which made things more difficult. The tigerwolf seemed to be mostly at ease, however, and that was good. She continued to hold his arm, and move in beside him, pressing them together side-by-side, and ventured her own arm around his waist.

With that they left the small space of the balcony and moved out into the ship's richly decorated passages, passing furnishings of wood and brass until they reached the room that had been set aside for the night. Her key unlocked the door, and they stepped in. The room was quite large, being one of the more luxurious available on the riverboat; a table, a dresser, a wardrobe were all present, but what the room was dominated by was the big, soft, inviting bed.

Putting a finger to her lips--a gesture for momentary patience that earned her a short gasp, to which she gave a comforting smile--Marie locked the door again and set the key down on the table beside the door. There was also a teapot and a cup there; she filled the cup (it was still warm, though not hot) and offered the lightly spice-scented herbal drink to her guest.

"Here," she said with a smile, "it'll help make the most of the night."

During the walk, the tigerwolf had found himself stealing many a glance at the vixen. Not at places where males seemed to concentrate their attention. He was glancing at her face, not her breasts, but, sometimes, blushing nonetheless.

Alex took the tea with a nod and smile of thanks, sipping at it.

"Delicious," he purred, closing his eyes and breathing in its scent slowly.

"So..." the tigerwolf said, slowly, putting down the cup.

"I'm here for a reason. And so're you... but miss, I dunno..."

_"_Could be yer good marketting, but you're interestin' me more'n just 'cause of that luscious figure o' yours," he chuckled softly, putting a paw at her side, and stroking it down the vixen's hip, egged on by the tea.

_"I can't see you as just an object. _

Marie smiled. She knew that she was incredibly attractive. But over time, she'd learned to pretend to feel actual attraction for her clients. And that's what attracted them the most...

"Of course," she said, seemingly enthused by the compliment, "and that's what makes me as good as I am."

Her knowledge of medicine, though highly specialized, also helped in that regard; she had had a drink herself, earlier, though it was more of a preventative measure than an aid to stamina.

But both of them had had mild aphrodisiac qualities. Marie moved back in close to the tigerwolf, allowing his touch to slip around to her lower back; she rested both hands on his chest, gazing up with dark green eyes.

"My voice..." she purred, "My motions... or is it that little bit of mystery that you're likin' the best?" She smiled, and winked; the vixen was close enough now for him to smell her perfume, an evocative but not intrusive scent, hanging in the background of all the details that summed her up.

"Maybe them things..."

"...or maybe it's somethin' more..."

"But what do I know... I'm just a--bounty hunter," said Alex, almost slipping up and giving away his real job. "My first time with a woman... make it great," the tigerwolf purred slightly, intoxicated by her perfume, and pulled the vixen a little closer, but not quite having the guts to reach down and kiss her. "Funny... I c'n kill anyone I'm paid to. But with a female... I ain't naught but a little pissin' cub."

_Aha, I see... _ she thought to herself, his words revealing much.

She had wondered why he was a touch timid, when his manner suggested a lifestyle that required confidence; she didn't miss the slight fumble of the tongue when he said what he did, either. But it wasn't hers to reach into his life. No, she felt, as she had felt before on her best days: with her was when her clients could forget their lives, forget whatever were their troubles, and be free for a time. Her job was to help them enjoy themselves, and to see that they were able to drop their burdens for a while... or so she liked to think of it. Close enough now that the softness of her chest pressed up against his, she reached up to touch the side of his face, and gently guided him down to lock their lips together. Her free hand slipped around, holding them together, and feeling the muscles under the clothes on his back; all the while, the kiss continued, drawing all of Alex's attention to the powerful sensations of being so close. The scent, the softness, the warmth, and the feel of her mouth against his, all filled his mind.

The tigerwolf had tensed up as Marie brought him to her for a long, as if passionate kiss, and found his own arms wrapping around the vixen. As if he could care about her, or anyone but himself. Alex backed off after a moment, breathing heavily, searching for words. "You're... incredible," he said, licking her nose, slowly.

She laughed; he would have called it a giggle, if it weren't so... sexy.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, darlin'," she murmured, and stepped forward, gently pushing the tigerwolf back.

Large though the room was for its location, all shipboard rooms were a little confined, and Alex's legs met the side of the bed quickly. Lifting her arms to hook her hands behind his head, she guided him down to sit on the soft mattress; a position which, not coincidentally, put his head level with her breasts. Her dress was not so low cut as was expected of her profession, but it certainly wasn't chaste, and somehow the fabric clung in such a way that it detracted not one bit from her attraction. Marie took his hands in her own, lifting them up to her face; she took a moment's pleasure in feeling the tigerwolf's palms against her fur, resting them on either side of her neck. As she relaxed her hold, his fingers brushed out against the edge of the cloth that hung from her shoulders; the unspoken suggestion of what to do next was quite clear.

"Amazing," the tigerwolf whispered again as he purred at the feeling of her luxurious neck fur in his paws. But he could see that he was supposed to see, and feel a lot more. So, after taking a breath, he slid his paws down her shoulders, and gently, carefully, _nervously_tugged her dress down...

The cloth rolled out to the side easily, and with graceful roll of her shoulder she pulled her arms free, stretching them up over her head and bending at the elbow to reach back and run her fingers down through her hair. As well as making the fabric strain a little around her chest, it also allowed her to reach back and undo a crucial clasp that tied together both the dress and the complex underwear beneath it; she had had the set custom-made for such ease of use. The change was barely noticeable, but it meant that, as Alex moved his paws lower, everything came away from her body. It revealed first the top of the swathe of white fur that run down her front; and then, the soft swell of her considerable breasts. Well-rounded, well-sized, fur deep red and bright white with two touches of pink beneath, they held his attention firmly. She smiled, taking his paws again, though the dress was not yet down below her stomach. Gently but insistently, she pulled them back up and placed them over her chest, the small nubs of her nipples pressing up against his palms; the whole night was ahead, and she wanted him to fully appreciate the experience.

"Why does she do this... she could be so much more..." Alex found himself thinking, as he involuntarily held his breath at the sight of the vixen's luscious, furred breasts. But deep inside him, he knew that that wasn't true. Such a beautiful female would never, ever be anything more than... a whore. But the tigerwolf found his paws, his own two paws, gently massaging her perfect chest, erect nipples rubbing up against his palms, and he let loose his breath all at once, gasping in shortly thereafter.

Marie allowed herself a pleased sigh, the feel of his hands stimulating her; things would be so much harder to bear, of course, if she did not take a few moments to appreciate her own pleasures. But she still had a job to do. Leaving Alex to enjoy the feel of her soft flesh, she slipped her hands down to where her dress hung, half-undone, from around her stomach; the swell of her hips kept it from falling by itself. But with her thumbs hooked in under the fabric she eased it down and over her curving form, slipping her tail free and letting the red fabric fall to the ground. The undergarments of the era--a pair of white stockings that reached up to her thighs, and a frilly arrangement of silk that concealed the core of her sexuality--remained, along with her shoes. But she stepped free of them, and stepped back from the tigerwolf, allowing him to see her more fully.

She turned around, and letting her long tail emphasize the motion of her hips, she put her hands on her waist and took hold of the cloth that remained around her; looking back over her shoulder with a smile, watching his reaction, she slowly pushed them down. It was a long, even movement, and she gradually bent over as they lowered down her legs, inevitably drawing Alex's attention to her attractively rounded rear. Her tail concealed the most interesting sight, however, until she straightened up and--just for a moment--it swung aside for just long enough to flash a hint of what waited between her legs. She deftly nudged her clothes into a single heap with her foot--she had not removed her long socks, and did not seem about to do so--and turned part-way back towards her client, a three-quarters view, stretching her arms above her head and bending one knee slightly to accentuate her curves as she displayed her full, practically bare body to his eager eyes.

The tigerwolf found himself standing up, and wrapping his arms around the vixen, feeling her perfume make his fur stand on end. His paws found their way to her hips, and he pressed her voluptuous rump into his lap, tail swishing in anticipation as he did so. "You do this fer every customer?" the hitman asked, whispering into her ear, and maybe licking it just a little.

"Mmm... not every customer, no..." she replied, loud enough to hear but quiet enough to add to the intimacy of the moment.

"I'd guess you're likin' it, though..."

"More than a guess," she thought to herself; she could feel his arousal pressed against her back. It seemed he was over his initial hesitancy, driven to action by his rising desires. Perhaps it was time to let him take the reins for a while. "So what else would you like...?" she whispered.

"Heheh... don't be like that, miss. You know what I want," the tigerwolf said, shifting his hips a little, so that the vixen could feel his member pressing through his pants against her rump. "Why doncha turn around... let me get a good, long look of your gorgeous self..."

Her smile shifted a little; she seemed pleased. Though Marie had heard them many times and in many ways, compliments were always a valuable coin with her. She stepped away a little, and her tail drew itself teasingly up over the tigerwolf's crotch and stomach, allowing one last pleasant view from behind before she turned herself around. She lifted her hands up behind her head, spreading her long hair behind her as if to form a backdrop to her almost perfect body; now that he had a good look, Alex noticed a speckle of dark red fur just under and left of her navel that upset the symmetry of her fur's red-white pattern. Somehow, though, this small flaw made her more attractive, more approachable. The front of her body was otherwise dominated by the streak of white fur that ran down from her chest, over her stomach and down between her legs. Though he still couldn't see everything he wanted to from this angle, he did notice that some of the white fur extended part-way down the inside of her thighs. These were all afterthoughts, however; though each part of her was beautiful in and of itself, together they added up--shape, posture and scent--to a woman who would set a flame to the minds of the sternest men.

The tigerwolf found himself purring at her picturesque body, something he hadn't done for... months? Years? Regardless, he didn't even register that he couldn't see the vixen's slits. The view he got was more than enough. So, Alex brought his paws to Marie's hips, then stroked them up her sides, slowly, sensuously, bringing them to rest just to the sides of her breasts briefly, before moving them inwards to fondle her luscious chest.

Marie lifted her arms again and lowered them onto his shoulders, pressing slightly to get a feel for them under his clothes. She'd have to do something about those... with a massaging motion, she slipped her fingers in to caress about his neck, then trailed them down to work at the buttons of his trenchcoat, opening them one after another until it was completely open. And then it was back up again, reversing their path to unfasten the smaller buttons of his shirt, until her hands were up high on his now partly bared chest, feeling the fur and muscle. Her deft fingers moved out slowly, underneath the fabric, opening the garments further.

Alex paused for a moment, then carefully pulled his shirt and coat off, exposing his lithely muscled frame. It was the first time a female had looked on the tigerwolf's body, and he couldn't stop himself from blushing. "Don't make fun o' me, miss... I'm stronger'n I look," he said, and to demonstrate, lifted the vixen up and nibbled at her neck. His lips massaged at the white fur, tongue flitting out now and then, as he vibrated her entire body with his low-frequency purrs.

Marie would never make fun of any customer, of course, but she sincerely could find nothing to object to as the tigerwolf's trenchcoat and shirt dropped to the floor beside the bed. She would have said so, but his sudden grip surprised her and she gasped as her body was lifted off the ground and pressed against his lean body. As she felt his lips and teeth on her, though, she smiled again, and reached around to get an equal (though not as strong) hold on him. She nuzzled the side of her face against him, his occasional licks sending small tingles of pleasure across her back. Lifted so, she could feel the tension in his pants, the hardness pressing against the subtle swell of her lower stomach.

Alex murred, licking the vixen once more, before setting her down carefully, almost lovingly. "I'm sorta new at this, miss. What do we hafta do next?" the tigerwolf asked, eager for more pleasure that he was already getting, just by being able to hold the female. His arms were still wrapped around Marie, and his paws moved slightly lower, stroking her plush back fur, and then making their way to her nicely rounded rump, resting just above it.

"Hnn..." she murred, enjoying his attention, "well... I suppose the most important thing to do..." she moved her hands down across his back, until she was able to grip the waistband of his pants, "... is to get these off." Sliding them around to the front of his body, her fingers found the buckle of his belt and began to unfasten it; her practiced dexterity took only a few seconds to do so. The buttons beneath--he felt the light touch of her fingers keenly, so close were they to his eager flesh--soon followed.

The tigerwolf gasped, and then held his breath, placing one paw on top of the vixen's head to stroke through her red hair for a moment, before he turned his full attention to what she did with the prominent bulge in his undergarments.

Once again, she laughed that quiet laugh of hers; a seductive sort of giggle. She poked at his boots with her toes; he got the message and pulled them off with his feet, noticing for a moment the smoothness of the wooden floor before his attention was drawn back to her. She looked into his eyes, and winked; then, taking the waist of his unfastened trousers in hand, she pulled them down to his feet, bending her knees as she did so so that her head ended up at the level of his hips. She didn't get up again, even when he stepped out of his pants and she pushed them aside. She just brought her hands up again, took hold of his underwear and pulled it away, leaving him completely bare.

"You're... uh, real good at this, miss," the tigerwolf said, hoping the compliment came out the way he meant it to, and not as an insult. He felt rather embarrassed as he was exposed, but then realized that she was too... it couldn't be that bad. For most women of the time, the suggestion of sexual proficiency would be considered an insult. Marie, however, had learned to take pride where she could. Of course, Alex was not really in a position to make an expert judgment, but she let it slide; the feeling behind the words was what mattered. He liked what she was doing. And--she smiled to herself--he should like what came next, too. She didn't reply with words, but she cast her eyes up at him with a warm look. And she kept watching him, wanting to see the look on his face as she brought one finger up and stroked, gently, teasingly, up over the length of his member. Then down, and up again, and then a circle, traced lightly around the tip. Her fingers curled around the throbbing flesh, and the vixen began to shift her grip up and down. Her other hand came up from below, to carefully massage the furred globes beneath his male length. Up and down... again and again. She had brought her face very close to him; so close he could feel the warmth of her breath pass over him. Marie then tilted his hot shaft away from his body, and softly licked the very tip.

Alex's eyes closed, and he softly moaned; pleasure like this had been totally unknown to him until now. The way her fingers teased his member, just by traversing it sent chills up his spine. When she caressed his balls in her soft, luscious paw, the tigerwolf shuddered, then relaxed, just in time to feel her tongue flit across the tip of his member. He didn't respond in words either, just looked down at her, searching for words, but finding none, and instead gave her a pleading look that said, quite clearly, that he wanted more.

The look was all it took; she held his gaze just a little more before dropping it down to focus on what she was doing. Marie altered her grip, running her thumb around the tip of the tigerwolf's length while she moved her mouth, running her tongue down his shaft, up again, down; then she moved to his balls, circling each in a figure-eight motion while her hand stroked up and down over his eager member. Then her tongue was back up (her other hand carefully replacing it) and along, until it flicked over the top again. She repeated this sequence, twice. Then her lips parted, and she took him into her mouth, lowering herself halfway down before pulling back again. Immediately the motion reversed again, and she went a bit further before retreating. Then down completely, taking his length fully into her mouth, until he pressed up gently against the back of her throat and felt the tip of her nose pushed against his stomach. He could feel the heat of her mouth pressing in all around his member, and the dexterous motion of her tongue spurring his pleasure to new heights.

Alex murred in pleasure, not even looking down as she licked his member, and gently caressed his balls in her soft, luscious paws. Each time she licked or stroked his member, it would quiver a little, as if begging for more attention. But the tigerwolf's eyes suddenly opened and widened, as he felt a change. Not even daring to believe it, he looked down, just in time to see the vixen's nose hit his underbelly. Her tongue swirled all around his cock, motions that could only be accomplished by a real professional, and he was pushed close to the edge when he felt his member's head brush against the back of her throat. Marie's almost affectionate actions were rewarded with a hot spurt of pre-cum, but the tigerwolf blushed. "Sorry, miss," he managed to grunt through gritted teeth as she continued to suck him.

"Nrf" was all the reply she was able to give to his words.

In response to the burst of pre, however, she swallowed; he felt her throat massage the tip of his length. She didn't seem at all surprised; she just stayed where she was, moving her head back and forth just slightly, working the tigerwolf's hard flesh with her tongue, until he began to wonder how she could possibly be breathing. Then, with a shift in sensation that brought forth another spurt of sticky fluid, she suddenly pulled back, let him loose long enough for her to turn her head sideways and run her tongue all the way down and up again, and then took him into her mouth again. Not keeping herself still this time, she had taken firm hold on either side of his firm rump with her hands, and moved her head back and forth in long, smooth strokes.

Indeed, the tigerwolf found himself wondering, vaguely, how she could possibly be giving him so much pleasure. Every stroke of her tongue, every brush of her throat against his member, everything about her intoxicated him, and he found himself wanting more and more with each passing minute. Groaning in pleasure, and letting some cum loose again, his eyes widened, disappointed, as he felt her warm, soft maw leave his cock. But as she flitted her tongue out against the side of his shaft, Alex found out that this was only... halftime. He felt her soft, furred paws firmly grasp his muscled rump. As she pressed her mouth around him again, his entire body shook in pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of his head in ecstasy as she bobbed her head back and forth over his cock, he found that his paw had moved to the back of the gorgeous vixen's head as if to guide her, though she clearly knew what she was doing. "Mar--ma'am," the shady youth said, almost calling her by her first name, "... you keep this up... I'm gonna come," he gasped.

"Nr..."

She went forward and stopped suddenly, leaving him lodged deep in her mouth the same way as before. She cast her eyes up at him, and a certain gleam suggested she would smile were her mouth not otherwise occupied.

"Hrrmmmmm..." The hum, the sound rose in her throat, and Alex felt the vibration of her flesh against his even as she continued massaging him with her tongue. She was well able to tell whether he was close or not... and she also knew that, after the drink she had given him, there was no reason not to keep it up. Confidently, expectantly, she moved her head back and forth again, uncovering no more than half his shaft with each motion, circling his member entirely with a long lick at each outwards pause before quickly coming back in. She was ready for him.

The tigerwolf groaned, louder and louder, and with a growl, felt his member discharge right into Marie's maw. It wasn't a particularly huge or powerful spray of cum, but respectable nonetheless overall, and Alex panted, almost sweating, watching her swallow...

Marie sensed the tigerwolf's tension just as he came, and closed her eyes as if savoring the sensation while the thick fluid burst from his throbbing member. She continued to move her lips up and down his length, but slowly now, with just enough motion to lengthen his climax. She swallowed immediately--again, he felt it--and then let the volume of his cum build a little in her mouth, holding it on her tongue, before swallowing again. Her eyes opened, looking up to him, and she pulled back. She gave one last lick, cleaning him off, before she sat back on her heels, smiling. "Mmm... you like that?" she asked, playfully, and slowly got back up onto her stockinged feet, in such a way that she stood barely an inch away.

Her paws went around to take hold of his behind, and his still-hard shaft twitched slightly against the fur of her stomach as she pressed her hips against his. The night had barely begun.

"Y... yeah, ma'am," Alex panted, hot with lust for the female. The way she lengthened his climax like that with her gentle, practiced suckles, the way she swallowed his entire payload without difficulty... and the way she seemed to enjoy it like that.... Again, the tigerwolf found himself wondering... He'd dealt with women before; indeed, some that had wanted to mate him. But never, ever had he felt any sort of reciprocal feelings for them. And he'd come to Marie this evening just to ease some tension... but she lit some sort of fire in his chest, a fire that made him wrap his arms around her, holding her close as she grasped his rump and pressed his quivering member into her soft, plush belly. "What else you got for me?" he breathed into her ear, then nipped on it, slightly, without knowing why.

Her lips parted into a slight grin as he teased her ear with his teeth; her grip tightened slightly in appreciation of the small tingle of pleasure it gave her. But then she released it, moving her hands up to rest in front of his shoulders.

Keeping herself pressed up against him, she tilted her head back and whispered her response: "Well, that was a nice little pleasure for you... but if we're lookin' to get you the whole experience, we need to go a little... deeper. This time, we'll take it nice..." She stepped forward slightly, pushing him, until the back of his legs hit the bed. Her hands on his shoulders guided him down to sit on the bed, but that wasn't it; her fingers slid down his chest and pressed again, until he was lying on his back, the smooth sheets soft beneath him. "... and..." Her knees spread to either side of his, her legs tucked beneath her, she eased herself forward atop him so that her soft rear pressed down on his thighs; he had a very good view until she planted her hands on either side of his head and leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest and her face hanging close to his own. Her long hair spilled over her shoulders, so that she filled his vision, and her scent pressed heavily about them. "... slow."

Alex's eyes slowly widened in pleasure. He resisted, at first, when she "guided" him to the bed and then pressed him down onto it so that he was splayed out. But he quickly gave up, realizing that she only wanted to give him the whole experience, as she put it. His face flushed, imperceptibly, as she straddled him, soft rump on his thighs and breasts, underbelly, and lovely face all completely visible to him at once. And then, all at once, her face was right above his, intoxicating scent smothering him, voluptuous breasts just fluttering across his chest. "...slow, huh..." The tigerwolf raised his own head up, just slightly, a crazy thought going through his head-- But he did nothing except for sigh, slightly, and lower himself again. _"It ain't right ta kiss her,"_he thought to himself, closing his eyes and gulping for a second, gathering himself. "I'm good for that," he gave a small grin, stroking her arm, wondering what she had in store for him.

She knew what he had wanted to do; he had decided against it, though, and she knew not to press it. It was his decision. But she did smile, and lick the end of his nose playfully before pushing herself back up a bit. With her weight on her hands she moved her legs and hips forward, brushing the underside of his member with the soft fur of her lower stomach. She continued a bit further, then sat back... and he felt something soft and slick press against his hard flesh, pinning his arousal between her body and his. Her hands moved to his chest, giving him that wonderful view again as she ran her fingers through his fur, and she shifted her hips, moving the hot, wet spot between her legs up and down over the side of his member.

The desire to kiss her only increased as the vixen flitted her tongue over the tigerwolf's nose, but still, he managed to hold back. He murred audibly as she stroked his muscled chest, running her soft paws through his softer chest fur. However, as she slid her wet slit over his rock-hard member... Alex wondered. "Miss..." he said softly, then thought, "Does she see me as more'n a customer?"

A single finger on his lips set him to silence. As events--and people--came together, passions rose and mingled, and sometimes people said things they wouldn't have said at another time. Or so Marie thought, as she had experienced before. She could certainly sense her own feelings beginning to boil. Her hands went back to his chest, feeling the muscle, her thumbs brushing his nipples beneath the fur. He could feel her hips grind, back and forth, adding the slippery moisture of her arousal to his member. She pushed herself up and forward onto her knees, her long hair brushing his face as it fell over her shoulders, her chest filling his vision. The tigerwolf felt her reach down along his stomach, earning a gasp from him, and take his stiff length in hand, lift it away from his body. She moved back, just a bit, and he felt that same wet spot gently touch the tip of his sex. And then she continued down; he felt her soft flesh part, stretching around his shaft as it slowly slid up inside her. Marie moaned softly, as Alex felt the wonderful sensation of tightness and heat engulf him.

He murred, softly, as she rubbed her wet slit along the length of his long, rock hard shaft, and felt it grow even longer and harder. Alex wondered exactly what that strange tea was... He reached a paw up, halfway, as she tilted herself forward onto her knees, her luscious, welcoming breasts only inches away, but stopped himself, sort of. A claw flitted across her nipple, toying with it for that split second of contact. And then, he moaned along with her, as she lowered herself, feeling her stretch, slightly, wondering just how many men had been there first... but deciding that it didn't matter. Today, all that mattered was him and her. As that warm, soft feeling of moist tightness engulfed his member, the tigerwolf let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It sounded more like a death rattle--whatever else he might be feeling, Alex was still nervous... but at the sound of pleasure she made alongside his, he imagined he wasn't doing that badly. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped his muscled arms around the vixen, still too nervous to be proactive. He held Marie close to him, shifting his hips slightly as their two forms became one, sending shivers up his spine... and hers.

Close though they were, she moved so slow it seemed ages until his throbbing length was as deep as it could go, totally encompassed by her tight, wet sex. The vixen felt a sense of warmth cloud her mind, the sense of being filled bringing both a contentment and a further hunger in her body. As Alex put his arms around her and held them tight together, the fur of his lower stomach brushed her clit and sent a tingle of pleasure through her, teasing a soft gasp from her lips. She hooked her own arms behind his head, bringing her head down beside his to kiss the side of his neck. Her breath was heavy, made slightly more difficult by the press of her breasts against him, but the sound of it so close to his ears was arousing even in itself. Slowly, and only slightly at first, she pushed herself forward and back atop him. His member seemed to ache with desire as it moved gradually in and out of her body.

"How long's it gonna take..." Alex vaguely wondered, as his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the intense pleasure of his long member making its longer journey into the depths of Marie's slit. Finally, though, she seemed unable to take him any further, and his cock was enveloped to the base by her soft, moist folds. And incredibly, he heard her gasp... could her job, even after all these years, still give her pleasure? Or was it the tigerwolf himself? Alex murred as she hooked her arms behind his head; apparently, she liked being close, as well. But then, the vixen did something that the "bounty hunter" could not have expected She kissed his neck, albeit on the side, but the tigerwolf understood that the meaning behind her actions was what really counted. Her breasts were squeezed right up against his muscled chest, so the vixen had trouble breathing, slightly, and Alex wondered if he should relax his grip of her a little. But no... that heavy, husky sound of her breath going in and out of her lungs sent tingles all across the tigerwolf's back, arousing him even more. Slowly, slightly, she rocked back and forth, his member still held almost completely in her slit. These motions, while maddeningly pleasuring to the tigerwolf, being that he could feel her thighs and rump all over his lap and own thighs, only thrusted his member in and out of her by centimeters... so while it quivered in desire, it brought Alex no closer to ejaculation than he already was... This time, he decide *d to take the lead. Kind of. He moved his arms, still wrapped around her, a little lower, so he was helping her slide up against him... though, to be honest, he'd prefer it if she was right there against his chest, always, even if it wouldn't empty his load into her... the tiger wolf couldn't help it: he saw her as something more than a place to cum into. *

Almost imperceptibly, each stroke became slightly longer than the last. As she moved forward, she would lift her hips slightly, bringing his member further out before it drove back up inside her. Her inner walls firmly massaged every inch of his member, from the curve of the tip to the hard girth of its base. Occasionally, as she herself experienced a particularly strong pulse of ecstasy--always accompanied by a quiet gasp--her sex would tighten itself around him; so even though the basic motion was repeated again and again, the tiny variations in what she was doing held him firm to the height of pleasure. Again and again; in... and... out. Again, she sank herself down, pushing his entire member up into her tight, slick depths; she didn't rise again, though. She moved her legs, setting herself, and began to roll her hips, up and down and side to side. The movement was small, with her pressed so tight to his body, but the delicious friction of their flesh rubbing together sent a wave of pleasure through the tigerwolf's mind. Then she sat back, and moved forward again; this time she lifted herself up a bit on her elbows and knees, arching her back so that the swell of her chest was pushed up into Alex's vision and she could move a bit more freely. The speed of the rhythm, rocking back and forth, increased.

Now, finally, her strokes became slightly vertical as well as horizontal. The tigerwolf could feel Marie's... passioned?... efforts as each time, his member came further out of her... and went further back in. The luscious vixen's soft, wet, heavenly folds gripped and massaged at his cock, as if begging it to never leave, as if holding onto it, just for a few seconds longer... Incredibly, Alex was not the only one whose body was racked with pleasure. Being a "bounty hunter", his senses were sharp... and he didn't miss the occasional, stifled gasp of the vixen, always accompanied by the heavenly feeling of her tight sex tightening further over his member. This would entice a groan from him, without fail. It was amazing: every motion was basically the same. But each was just slightly different, which kept the tigerwolf at the peak of his pleasure, though they both knew that he wasn't cumming anytime soon. The tigerwolf's ears flattened, disappointed, as she sat down on top of his cock, but then perked up again as it pushed deeper into her than before. However, when she didn't rise to work his member again, Alex wondered if he hadn't paid her enough... But then, his eye's widened, and he looked down to see the awe-inspiring sight of her hips rolling, grinding against him, up, down, left, right. There was little if any change in penetration, but the way their bodies were pressed so close together, even those relatively minute motions made the tigerwolf spasm slightly as a particularly powerful wave of pleasure hit him like a sledgehammer, causing him to moan in pure ecstasy. And now, she was back to that same, old, time-tested, and incredibly arousing forward-and-backward movement. However, being that she was on her elbows and knees, the tigerwolf felt more of his member thrusting in and out of her; it was still only by centimeters at a time... but still... she was exponentially increasing his pleasure with each passing pattern. And then, she arched her slender, voluptuous form, as if offering her breasts to him, being that they were all he could see as he looked down. The tigerwolf was content; beyond content, with closing his eyes, and enjoying the vixen's motions; though he himself still was too nervous to be proactive and reciprocate... anything, yet. However, now she was moving more freely, her loose, rounded chest swinging back and forth in front of his face, as the speed of the back and forth motions increased. With trembling paws, Alex reached up-- He placed his paws on either side of her breasts, as if in wonder, even as she continued to move back and forth over him. He merely touched them, ever so gently, then cupped them in his paws, thumbs stroking over her soft, luscious fur, purring quietly at their soft warmth.

His touch on her chest was rewarded; losing herself more and more in the pleasure of his shaft sliding in and out, she let loose a soft sigh of appreciation. It wasn't much, compared to her gradually more common gasps and gentle moans, but it was encouraging. She moved her arms forward, allowing her to increase the range of her motion, and each penetrating stroke was now drawn out, Alex's cock almost entirely parted from her before plunging back into warmth and pleasure. For a moment it seemed as if she was about to start moving harder, faster, but she caught herself; she remained moving slowly, tenderly, giving him ample time to move his hands along with her breasts. Occasionally she would pause, shift her hips, and begin again; sometimes, she would alter the angle of the penetration slightly. All the while, he realized, she was slowly letting herself more loose; her face, once a picture of pure confidence and seduction, was now painted with passion and desire. This was her charm; more even than her skill and her beauty, it was her ability to enjoy herself that had allowed her to push herself up to the peak of her profession. And a woman who enjoyed herself--thoroughly, sincerely--was extraordinarily arousing when she was doing so in your embrace. Unbeknownst to the tigerwolf beneath her, Marie could already feel the pressure of sensation building inside her.

Alex didn't miss her soft, almost inaudible sigh of pleasure as he got slightly more... aggressive... in the manner in which he held her breasts; he went from merely cupping them in his paws to actively rubbing them, though he didn't quite have the courage to squeeze them at all yet. As she shifted her arms, increasing the range of motion of her forward and backwards thrusts, Alex felt his member almost leave her warm folds entirely, and then ram back inside of her; the feeling so powerful that it made him pant each time she moved. Suddenly, the tigerwolf sensed her desire to move even harder and faster than before; rather than her slow, powerful thrusts that made him feel so great. But then, the vixen seemed to give herself a mental shake, and she remained slow and strong, just like Alex loved it. He took advantage of the sudden, welcome regression to the original pace, and stroked her luscious breasts, perhaps toying with the nipples using his thumbs for just a second, groaning loudly as she continued to ride him. He liked it when she changed the angle of penetration; every time, it sent tingles of pleasure up and down his spine. But he really loved it when she paused, sat on him, lovely rump resting on his thighs, and gyrated her hips, moving his member all around inside of her. If he was a braver man, he might have asked for more of that... but instead, he kept quiet except for involuntary noises of pleasure. But Alex could help but notice that her expression had, over time, changed. In the beginning, she had a face of confident seduction. But now, she looked just as impassioned and lustful as he did... and maybe something more... The tigerwolf's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth, holding back ejaculation as long as possible... but it wouldn't be long now before the vixen made him hit his climax again...

Though her own self-control slipped somewhat, the vixen didn't miss a word of the tigerwolf's body language; her skill at reading other people had long ago reached an instinctual level. Marie imagined she could almost feel what he felt, and every motion or sound that indicated his pleasure was a compliment to her. And she would repay that. She was, after all, here to give him what he wanted. With a smile--broken off by a moan as she drove herself completely down again--she moved her hands down, slowly pushing herself upright atop him. It made it a bit more of a reach for him to grasp her breasts (and she did very much appreciate his attention there), but it was a far superior position for her to move her hips. And that, after she propped herself up with her hands on his stomach, was exactly what she did. Back, forward, a slight swivel, a tilt--the range of motion seemed limitless. But that was too simple; closing her eyes, she focused, and began to consciously tighten herself around his hot shaft. It was a strange but wonderful sensation, and she used it fully, timing each squeeze to focus his pleasure at just the right moments as her movement caressed his member with her own tight, slippery flesh. She gasped as a surge of heat passed up through her, a powerful reminder of the building pleasure inside her body, pushing against a fragile wall. Her breaths sped up, her heavy panting seeming to flow into a sequence of gasps and moans. Alex felt her trembling beneath his touch, as if she strained to contain herself. Suddenly, she took a deep breath, and fell silent, gritting her teeth; her hands on his stomach gripped his fur tightly. It was too much. She tossed her head back and cried in ecstasy as the force of her climax broke through and arced through her body like a bolt of lightning, her hot sex convulsing around his cock and soaking his crotch with her cum. And it went on, wave after wave crashing over her, until each one began to grow weaker than the last and, finally, stopped. But all the way through, she didn't stop moving.

Alex didn't miss the smile and content moan either, which he responded to in kind with a murr of pleasure as she buried his member inside of her again. Then, she slid away from him so he had to outstretch his arms to continue to touch or rub her breasts, take your pick; he was still too nervous to try much else than the occasional thumb over the nipple. And then he realized... somehow, she'd picked up on the fact that while he enjoyed her angle changes, the way she would gyrate her hips on top of him drove him mad with lust... She grinded her hips in every conceivable manner and more, causing the tigerwolf to groan in pleasure loudly. His eyes widened, as he felt something different. He looked up to see Marie closing her eyes, concentrating, and then felt her tighten herself around his member even more, almost but not quite painfully so. This caused him to give her breasts a quick, accidental squeeze that even he didn't notice, such were the waves of pleasure that racked his body at her efforts. Incredibly, she seemed to be timing her squeezes to match up with her beautiful gyrations; every time she did it brought Alex a new, unthinkable level of pleasure. She had him in her grasp, and rather than denying him, causing him to beg for more, she was meeting his expectations and surpassing them, a thousand times over. The tigerwolf looked on, tilting his head slightly in vague curiosity, his eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but still, he noticed her gasp... no, more than that, he felt her slight, pleasured exhale as well, causing him to shift his hips consciously, moving them upwards, just slightly. Her breathing sped up, along with his own; she gasped, she moaned, and he did too, the two different beings were acting as one. Paws still rubbing at her breasts, Alex felt the vixen tremble, slightly; the softness of her chest muffled the vibrations. But he noticed it nonetheless, as if she was trying to hold something back, like he was... And then, suddenly, she inhaled deeply, and fell quiet; though her awesome gyrations or squeezes never stopped for a second. He felt her paws grip tightly onto the soft, thick, fluffy fur on his stomach-- And then, several things happened at once. The tigerwolf was once again struck by the vixen's beauty as she threw her hair back, moving her breasts just out of his reach, and giving him the full view of her body... with his member inside of it. Her soft, pleasured moans and gasps suddenly climaxed in a cry of pure pleasure, and Alex felt her pleasure drive his own beyond the limit. Her soft folds pulsated around his member, massaging and gripping it, as if pleading for something from him. But instead, she gave him her own cum; soaking his crotch and thighs with it; causing the tigerwolf's eyes to roll to the back of his head as the sweet, tangy scent intoxicated him. She came for an incredible amount of time, wave after wave of her juices leaking out onto him, each slightly weaker than the last, until they stopped altogether. And then Alex realized... throughout her own orgasm, she had never for a second stropped her gyrations. She pressed down hard, wriggling her hips back and forth, sensing the tigerwolf's own climax-- He grunted and groaned, paws moving to her hips as he pulled her down onto him, thrusting his own hips upwards as he shoot his seed deep into her. The torrent of cum was longer than ever; his sticky goo covering her walls with such force that he really did need to hold her down; even then, some of it leaked out of her sex onto the bed. Finally, Alex too was done. He let his hips fall, and his paws relaxed as he even then continued to groan in pleasure, her hips still gyrating over his still-hard member. This night was incredible... but even now, they weren't even close to finishing. "Ma'am... Mar--ma'am..." the tigerwolf gasped, almost making a terrible mistake again, "you're..." he didn't have the words. A braver man would have sat up then and there, wrapped his arms around the vixen, and kissed her; pouring his passion into her by the mouth. But not Alex... he rode, he shot, he tracked, he killed... but confessing his... feelings... to this vixen, this whore, this incredible woman... that was beyond his talents. "Ma'am..." he said, almost pleading, "I... want more..."

Marie recovered her senses just in time to look down and enjoy the sight of him as he pulled her down, this position letting him in even deeper than before, watching with pleasure as he tensed and bucked his hips upwards. She let out a moan--quieter than before, as the warm afterglow calmed her--as she felt the force and heat of his thick cum shoot up into her body. "Mmm... That's right..." she whispered, moving herself around even despite his tight grip on her hips. "Let it all out..." She felt him loosen; she shifted her hips a bit more, venturing another squeeze of her inner walls, teasing another few drops of sticky fluid from his member. Its hardness and heat felt so good inside her, and the comfortable feeling that suffused her after her orgasm remained; she felt the urge to just lay down atop him and hold him close, intertwined with each other, warm and still. But the night wasn't over, and the drinks they had taken earlier left a hunger that wasn't yet sated. Though it was obscured now, it was there... she felt the urge for more, and didn't need his words to tell her he felt it too. "Then we'll have to give you more," the vixen said, almost a purr, and stilled her slow motion. She ran her hands across his chest and stomach, savoring the feel of him just one more time, and then pushed herself up; a trickle of his sticky white cum spilled from her sex as his cock pulled free, mingling with the layer of her own fluids that already coated his fur. She moved over and off him, kneeling on the soft fabric of the bed. He had the opportunity for another good look at her before she turned herself around, and he suddenly noticed that her curves were just as pleasing from behind. Her soft rear in particular was very nicely displayed as she bent over, holding herself on her hands and knees, and lifted her tail. It was rounded perfectly, and formed a wonderful frame for the sight of her pink slit, still glistening with the remnants of their passion. "Or perhaps it would be better," she said, giving him a provocative gaze from over her shoulder, "if you took it, this time..."

The tigerwolf found himself wondering, yet again, as she pawed at the fur on his chest, if he really was just another customer. But he held the question. For now. Alex gasped at the sight of her luscious, round ass. At first, he'd been disappointed when she turned, hiding her dainty, but sexy body away from him. But that didn't last long. Her curves were as enticing, as comforting, as feminine from the back. The tigerwolf felt his member harden even more, and pawed at it for a second, until he realized that this time, he had a female... "I'm new at this, ma'am..." he said softly, but positioned himself behind her. Nervously, he reached out. At first, he did nothing but stroke the vixen's tail, as if gathering his courage. But then, he placed his paws on her hips, maybe just gliding them over her ass first, and held her, as he moved closer. "...go easy on me..." he whispered, leaning over to speak to her; she was still turned halfway, so he had no excuse to run a paw through that luxurious red hair of hers. Then, almost curiously, wondering how it would feel in this position, Alex inserted his member into her slit. Just the head, first, until he purred, realizing that it was just as good, if not better. Then, gathering a little more courage, he shifted his knees and went in a little more, then a little more, then a little more, until his member was fully inside of the vixen. "This is... great..." he moaned loudly, not even thrusting it all, just loving that feeling of warmth; actually, that feeling of closeness. But then he shut up, and remembered his place. Just a customer. So he slid out, slightly; her sex still slick from both of their fluids, and went back in, gently, causing her rump to jiggle a little.

"Hnnn..." her left ear flicked reflexively as he looked as if he wanted to run his fingers through her hair. "In this position, it's you who decides whether you go easy on me..." She let out a soft "ooh" of pleasure as he guided his cock back into her welcoming sex; with her legs closer together, she was tighter than before, and the angle of his penetration gave them both a new tingle of pleasure. She curled her tail encouragingly against his chest as he pressed further in, resisting the urge to push back against him. Marie wanted him to be in control this time. Gently, slowly, he drove himself fully inside, pushing the most against the outermost wall of her sex as he leaned over her; she moaned as his hard shaft rubbed a particularly pleasant spot. He held himself... then he pulled out, and thrust back in. The impact of his hips against her soft behind rocked her body forward and set her breasts swinging slightly beneath her body. Again encouraging him in his actions, she wiggled her hips just a little, like she did before.

Alex realized that like this, her legs pressed in on the sides of her slit, making it that much tighter and that much more pleasuring for him. He murred as she wrapped her tail around his chest, and even went so far as to nuzzle it for a split second. As he started to slowly, nervously thrust into her, he realized that she liked it... maybe more than that? ...Maybe? After all, she was wigging her hips, slightly, in just the manner that he so enjoyed yet had never verbally communicated. Maybe like this, words were the last thing that mattered. "That must be it..." the tigerwolf thought, reaching down to cup one of her breasts in his paw for a second before placing it back on her hip, then thrusting in again. Her tightness was incredible. And her gyrations were still earning a rise out of him, every time. But she was just receiving it. That's how it was--either she was doing the work, or he was. They were never truly in unison, except for those few seconds when they ejaculated, almost together. He found himself wondering what it would feel like if they both made efforts at the same time--and found that he couldn't possibly comprehend it. "Ma'am..." he panted, then suddenly leaned over her, supporting himself with his arms, his chest pressed against her back, his head nestled over her shoulder even as he continued to thrust in and out of her, "...am I any good at this?"

...Tough question. She'd been asked that before, and it was tricky to answer; especially when he was still--she moaned--inside her. His hard length pumping in and out was very distracting, but she got the impression that honesty was, in this case, best. "You--uh!--are certainly makin' me feel good," she said, interrupted momentarily by a surge of pleasure as his cock squeezed between her inner walls. "You feel... wonderful... but you don't do it... deliberately, and you are... ooh... a bit... timid." She turned her head to look at him, reassuring him with a smile; she lifted one hand from the bed, bringing it around his head and running her fingers through his hair, as he had done to her. "I like the feel of you inside me" she whispered, holding his face close to hers; "I like the feel... nnh... of your hands holding me. I like being touched, and... ahh... I like knowing that you want me. And you're doing all those things. So don't," she added with a wink, "be so nervous..."

"Yes ma'am," came the whispered reply. More than her words, her actions and soft, feminine sounds of pleasure told Alex that he wasn't all that bad at what he was doing. So he forgot himself a little more and nudging the back of the vixen's neck with his wet nose. Never stopping his thrusts, he reached up with a paw and began to fondle her breasts; still only touching and feeling, unsure of how she'd respond if he squeezed them like he wanted to. After a moment of that, He straightened up, and decided to give Marie a taste of her own medicine. So he thrust deep inside of her, holding himself there by pressed her hips towards him with his paws. And then, he gyrated his hips, bucking them slightly, member finding unexplored depths in her, as he gasped; it was pleasuring him greatly. And then he went back into that familiar pattern of slow, strong thrusts, resisting the urge to speed up, and instead, leaning back over to nip at the vixen's ear. "Is that better?" he asked seductively; having to resist the temptation to lick her.

"Hnaah..." she cried out softly as he leaned back and pushed himself deep inside her; her eyes closed, she focused on the wonderful sensation, letting herself savour the friction of his member stroking her inner walls. "That's... very good," she gasped, arching her back as he touched a particularly sensitive spot. She opened her eyes again and sneaked a look back at him, almost obscured by her overhanging hair; she always gave a chance to be in charge, but it seemed to her that Alex might appreciate more of a... unified effort. She smiled, then pushed herself up, pressing her soft rump back against the tigerwolf's hips, reaching a hand back to stroke the side of his face. In this position, both of them sitting up with her in his lap and facing forward, she began to move against his thrusts, complementing his actions with her own. With her free hand she took one of his and pulled it up, resting it on one of her breasts. And she pressed, made him squeeze her soft chest. She moaned encouragingly.

The tigerwolf heard and registered the vixen's words fully, but didn't--couldn't respond, such was his attention to what he was doing for--no, to_her, he reminded himself. He murred in pleasure, softly, as she turned to look at him, gorgeous face concealed by her long, red hair, partially, and unconsciously rewarded her by shifting his angle of penetration, rubbing against a hard spot he found with the tip of his member. And then, all at once, she was in his very own lap, pressing her soft, furred rump against his thighs. Purring from the feeling, he was suddenly surprised--happy, but surprised--when she stroked his face. _"Customer service... or more?" he asked himself, for the umpteenth time. He'd never stopped his thrusting, but he moaned in pleasure, a split second before she did, as she worked against him, physically, but as far as intent goes, with him. Their thrusts were exactly in sync, he'd meet her as his hips bucked upwards, and she'd come thrusting down to accept his member into deeper and deeper places; incredibly, Alex was growing more lustful by the second, the tea had started a fire in him that was burning more and more brightly by the second. His paws had shifted to her hips, which he was holding dutifully. But then she surprised him again by taking one, and moving it up to her own breast. He squeezed her paw over his and moaned, pleasured. Maybe he should fondle her chest a little more? So continuing to the thrust in and out of her, as strong and slow as ever, the tigerwolf reached up with the other paw, and slowly, in a trance-like state of amazed wonder, he pressed, squeezed, and rubbed her breasts slightly more firmly, vigorously, though he didn't quite have the guts to nestle his face in between them...

The vixen pressed her back up against him, tilting her head back onto his shoulder. Now he had gotten the idea of what do with his hands--she gave a sigh of approval as his palms brushed her nipples--she lifted her arms and stretched them back, hooking behind his neck. She was surprisingly flexible; even with her long, scent-filled hair pushed up under his nose by her shoulder, her hips remained capable of twisting, lifting, pushing back down, to encircle his member with the pleasure of her motion. She was hot, he suddenly noticed. The heat of her body seemed a constant wave, hammering into his flesh from her breasts, her back, her legs, her hips. It pressed down all around his cock, as if the tight, wet passage of her sex was made of flame. Strange flames, that drew him in and seared him with pleasure. And still she moved but slowly, matching the pace he set, the gentle rhythm of in and out. Like breathing.

"Ma'am... it's coming again... do the... hip shakin' thing... please?" the tigerwolf managed to say through his teeth, again having to resist the desire to suddenly thrust much, much faster. Instead, he massaged her breasts more, enticed as she rubbed her rump against his thighs. The heavenly scent of her hair intoxicated him, as if it was wrapping around his hybrid face and nose, as if daring him to resist her. But the best thing of all was when she rested her head on his shoulder. For a long second, Alex felt the desire to just stop, and hold her there like that; their bodies intertwined, their minds, passions and desires as well. He couldn't help but feel even more pleasured as she hooked her arms behind his head to lean back, meeting his thrusts at a slightly different angle, positioning herself perfectly for the service he asked of her. And then he felt her heat, flowing from her hot body and fur into his own, fueling the fire in his chest even more. She was enjoying this... maybe even as much as he was. That, or she was an incredibly good... prostitute, he recognized as his ears flattened for a split second, in sadness. But he couldn't stop himself from feeling even more lust for her; her heat was driving up his own pleasure again, as if her entire body was begging for his seed inside of her...

"Mmm... you like that...?" she whispered, turning her head to look at him.

Her eyes, half-closed, seemed to draw him in with a force equal to that of her softly swollen sex. She stopped moving, right on the outside of her motion, the tip of the tigerwolf's cock just barely inside her glistening folds; and she slid down, one more time, bending her torso just a little more to get him in as deep as he could go. Her hands came down from around him, planting her palms firmly on his body to steady herself, and as he had asked, she obliged. Out to the side, around in a circle, her hips stroked in a long, curving motion, rotating the angle of his member inside his body. Then back--she stuck out her rear a bit, flicking her tail--and forward--tilting her stomach up towards her chest--and back again, slow and sure. Then a long swivel, like a figure-eight motion, and on the furthest point at each side of that movement she moaned, tightening herself consciously so that her slick depths squeezed his member at just the right moment. Occasionally, she would suddenly and smoothly reverse her motion, and a new sequence of her erotic dance would begin, massaging his hot shaft in every possible way.

"Yeah..." said the tiger groaning. He felt his member pulse, slightly, as she lifted up and set it just inside her, and murred at the sight of her half-closed eyes; they intoxicated him as much as her scent, her sex, or her perso--no, just her scent and her sex. She slid down, arching her back in just that way, Alex's cock inside of her as deep as it had ever been, before she started her "dance". He watched, not thrusting so as to prolong his pleasure and hers as much as possible. Her hips found new angles, new motions, new patters, making his pleasure hit new peaks as he stared at her, moaning loudly in pleasure now and again; hearing her do the same, and feeling her knead his member with her soft folds. He then groaned again, louder, as he ejaculated into her again; wondering if she had ever had cubs... if she would ever, with h--no, she's just a whore, he reminded himself. Still, his seed spilled into her, less powerfully; though this time there was much, much more of it, so much so that he could literally hear it make its short journey into her womb, filling her up to the brim...

"Gooood..." Marie breathed, not pausing for a moment in the slow grinding of her loins.

Again, she smiled as she felt the tigerwolf's body tense and the slight but perceptible buck of his hips as he shot his thick cum up into her innermost depths once more. Again, the upright posture let his juices overflow, a rivulet of thick white fluid squeezed out from her hot feminine entrance to run down over his crotch. As she moved she flexed herself, her inner walls clutching at him rhythmically to prolong his orgasm. Three times now, he had cum; she herself had been brought to climax once, and though she was very aroused she was not quite there yet herself. No matter; even once was good. But it did leave an itch so... With a significant amount of pleasure, she watched Alex subside from his peak. She also took the opportunity to get her breath back, and savour the scent of the tigerwolf that now clung to her. "So..." she purred, giving another teasing tilt of her hips. "What now?"

"I think I need a quick break, ma'am," Alex was panting heavily now, exhausted, "but I dunno if we're finished yet..." he said, purring at the same time. He sighed in contentment as she rubbed her sex over him again, as if daring him to ask her for more. But, well, risks were part of the tigerwolf's job... "Well... for now... I guess you could clean me off with that little pink tongue of yours," he purred at the thought of the vixen licking all over him, from his thighs, to his balls, to his member, to his crotch, to his stomach, chest, and maybe even his face? ...this time, Alex didn't stop himself at that thought. "And then, well, you could do the hip thingy again," he held her by the hips again ans shook them, slightly; feeling his hard member tell him to do it again, "but please... for now... don't... nothing up an' down." But then he paused. "Sorry... I'm askin' so much. And you've already given me my money's worth. And so much pleasure. So much happiness," his voice nearly cracked, "and I ain't given you much as far as pleasure goes..." "...if it's time fer me ta go... just... well, just turn away an' don't look at me. I'll understand," he said, looking away from her face, ears flattening.

In almost a totally opposite movement, Marie's ears perked up. The tigerwolf's words seemed to please her. And he was quite surprised when she nuzzled her face in against his neck, put her arms around and squeezed him with unmistakable affection. "You," she said, slightly muffled, "Are so generous. I don't do business with bad sorts, but nearly all my clients are rich fellahs who have their eyes on the bottom line... but you, you're bein' so sweet to me." She pushed herself back and looked up at him, green eyes sparkling even in the dim light of the room's gas lamps. "Maybe 'cos I'm your first, or maybe you're just like that... either way, don't you worry," she said. "I'm not goin' anywhere right now." She pulled herself off him--his cock let out a last shiver of pleasure as it slipped free--and gently pushed him down onto his back. She stuck out her tongue, and winked; then she gracefully dipped down, moving back on her knees so that her face hovered over his crotch. He felt the warmth of the vixen's breath, and the light press of her breasts hanging down onto his knees. Just a little lower, and she was able to flick her tongue carefully across his fur, picking up droplets of the mingled fluids that remained there. Down the inside of one thigh, up the other. Over above his reddened member, teasingly staying away from it for now, and pausing a moment to rub her cheeks appreciatively against his firm stomach, she began to clean him up.

Alex was taken completely off guard when the vixen planted her lovely face at his neck and rubbed against him, nuzzling him. He blushed, and gasped again when she wrapped her slender arms around his toughened chest, squeezing him in a manner that he could only describe as loving. Or maybe it was just him being stupid: after all, he'd never really experienced affection before in his life... He blushed in her full view when she called him sweet, and thought on her words. "It might be 'cause yer my first. But I ain't normally sweet. Maybe it's you, Marie..." he thought to himself, not daring to speak his mind. He didn't miss the sparkle of her green eyes in the dim gas lighting of the room. Maybe there was something here, something more than lust. This time, the tigerwolf didn't resist as she pushed him onto his back. She was in charge here, and there was no point in questioning her authority in the bedroom. He swore he saw her wink at him after she stuck out her relatively soft tongue. But, as always, she teased him, building up his anticipation by lowering herself, resting her breasts near his knees and breathing on him; her warm breath parting his fur, making him sigh in contentment before she even gave him a single lick. She cleansed both of his thighs easily, whicking away the mingled fluids as if she enjoyed the flavor, or enjoyed being close to him... not likely. Thankfully, she steered clear of his member, at least for the moment, and nuzzled his rock-like abdomen before she began to lick him higher and higher...

The pattern of her movement was strange; though they moved slowly upwards, each soft touch of her tongue seemed randomly placed near the last. Her hair has fallen over her face, trailing along his torso, so it was impossible to tell where she would move to next, and he found himself tensing slightly in anticipation before the small, wet sensation of each little lick would suddenly register, then depart, leaving a spot of moisture on his body. As she went slowly upwards, she moved forward gently on her hands and knees, and sometimes he would feel part her--her legs, her tail, her chest--brush lightly against him. Though he couldn't see well, she smiled; the tigerwolf's scent hung heavily around him, feeding her arousal. The vixen came on level with his chest (a quick shudder of pleasure accompanied her motion, as the curve of one of her breasts touched his member), and a small tingle passed over him as her tongue found a nipple beneath the fur, stroking over and around.

Alex could only watch in wonder as the vixen, her face veiled from his view by her own hair, licked him all over. The fringes of her long, smooth red hair trailed over his torso, almost tickling him, as she got down on all fours, occasionally flitting her feminine body over his own. For some reason, the tigerwolf sensed that she was aroused by these actions as well, though it couldn't possibly compare to the... lust? ...emotions? ...pulsing through his body. His member quivered as one of her soft breasts just touched it, causing him to spasm again, murring in pleasure. His eyes widened, and he felt a gentle tingle, then looked down. She was right there, leaning over him, her luscious face not six inches from his own, licking over his nipple. His muscled chest rise and feel; he was still panting from the exertions of his first sexual experience. Trembling, wondering if he was going too far, the tigerwolf reached out and placed a paw into her hair, against her head, not daring to just run it through her long, red locks. But hold her he did, allowing the weight of his paw to guide her a little closer to him... maybe, just maybe, she'd use her sharpish, clean teeth, or even more crazily... she'd nuzzle him.

As Alex placed his paw atop her head, the vixen pushed a little against it, turning slightly to make it run over her hair; she had guessed he would still be too tentative to do so himself. Taking it as a sign of approval in any case, she lingered a little more where she was. She lowered herself down--again, his tender cock was trapped between his stomach and her soft tummy, while her breasts squashed against his torso--and in that comfortable position moved one hand down, passing in a caress over his shoulder until her fingers found his other nipple, and lightly tweaked it. The arousal-firmed nub beneath her tongue glistened with moisture; wondering what his reaction would be, she closed her lips over it, like a kiss, and suckled softly. Over her back, above the curve of her rump, he saw her tail twitch side to side with her subconscious excitement.

Alex murred, loudly, as she manipulated the tilt of her head to allow his paw to run through her hair. He did so slowly, loving the feeling, but didn't go through with it. He bunched her red locks up and then continued to hold her head, maintaining his illusion of control. He sighed in contentment as she suckled and tweaked at his nipples. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. But suddenly, a wave of loneliness hit the tigerwolf. He'd be with Marie for this night... and then, work would call him far, far away... he might as well enjoy things. "Ma'am... can you just... lie down on me? For a minute," he added, knowing that soon enough, his member would be up to the task of sex again.

The vixen paused, and looked up at him; she lifted her hand to push back her hair, allowing their eyes to meet. Once again, she seemed to look into him, reading his feelings and desires. But there was understanding there too, and she smiled. She put her head down against his chest, closed her eyes, moved her legs down to rest comfortably interlocked with his. Her hands moved in around his body, gently embracing him. Her tail curled up around both him and her. And she just lay there, quiet, no movement save for the soft, rhythmic pressure as she breathed, pushing her chest against his. That was all. Just softness, and warmth.

Alex laid like that for a while. Slowly, his member softened, as he calmed, and he wrapped both arms around the vixen. She felt so incredibly good... the way her soft breasts pressed up comfortably against his chest; her nude form intertwined with his... There was no lust here. No malice. Was there affection, or was it one-sided? The tigerwolf didn't know. But one thing was for sure: he was going to do his damnedest to try to make her reciprocate the feelings. Maybe, under that tough, harsh exterior that he'd lived his life inside of, there was a softer... sweeter man. He ran a ginger paw through her hair, looked down at her, and did the riskiest thing of her life. He kissed Marie, the whore, on the forehead, allowing his lips to gentle touch her plush fur, and didn't lean back until he thought that the job was done.

Her eyes flickered open when she felt his lips against her fur; a soft act, filled with tenderness. They had kissed, once before, at the start; that, though, had been a kiss of desire, one she was used to. This one was... affectionate. _Is he... _she began to wonder, and quelled her thoughts. Troubles lay down that path, and dangers. Best to leave it for now, to enjoy this moment. She lifted her head, accepting his touch; she was not close enough to comfortably return a kiss, even if she felt the risk of such a gesture at this moment was wise. But she tightened her grip on him, just for a moment, as a sign of approval, and nuzzled her face against his furred and muscular chest. And she sighed, a sound not of depression, or of physical pleasure as she had done before, but of contentment.

The tigerwolf lay there for a moment, content at just laying there, holding the vixen. He was far from sleep, and he felt her nuzzle him, sighing in contentment. He would have continued to hold her for as long as she liked, but unfortunately, the tea kicked in... His member slid out of its sheath, and for as long as he could bear, Alex ignored the lust building up inside of him. But he was not omnipotent: so several minutes later, he spoke, albeit still softly, and tenderly. "Ma'am... think I'm ready ag'in. Could you... do the hip thingy... cept... turn around?" he asked hopefully, but still quietly, though his grip around Marie relaxed slightly.

She looked up at him; her smile spread, splitting into a grin. "It would be my pleasure," she said, and slowly pushed herself up. Once again--he suspected, now, that it was deliberate--he was treated to a wonderful view of her body, the beautiful curves from shoulder to chest, to waist, to hips. She pulled herself forward as she sat up, so that her could feel her weight against his stomach and her furry tail lightly brushed over his crotch. Then she carefully lifted her legs, and turned--what could have been an awkward motion becoming a graceful one--so that her back was to him. The vixen remained looking over her shoulder for a moment, though, still smiling, before she moved her gaze forward and down, to where his rejuvenated shaft strained upwards into the air. She didn't dive straight into his request, though. Bringing her hands around, she took his cock in a light grip, and began to stroke and massage, ensuring its full length and hardness with her soft caresses. Then she pushed herself up on her knees, bending forward slightly and lifting her tail; another nice display. Keeping one hand on Alex's member, she brought the other to the warm space between her thighs, using two fingers to spread her glistening pink sex. Keeping it all in the tigerwolf's full view, she guided the tip of his length to rest at her entrance, embraced on each side by her soft folds. And then she let herself sink, her own weight parting her inner walls and pushing his cock up inside her body once more, where he was treated again to the tightness and heat that filled him with pleasure. Down, until her softly rounded rear pressed against his stomach and he could feel the delicate globes that hung beneath his sheath touch against her mound. And then--supporting herself with one hand on each of his thighs--she once again began that incredible grind of her hips.

The tigerwolf watched, smiling, as she quite deliberately treated him to the full view of her body. It was all his for viewing, from her still wet sex, to her flat, perfect underbelly, to her lovely breasts, to her face... He wasn't winded as she sat on him, though he did gasp as her delicate tail flitted across his member, tickling it, causing it to quiver with desire. She easily turned, facing him over her shoulder, through the locks of her red hair, and then pleasured him again; this time with her soft, furred paws, as she stroked and massaged his cock, coaxing it into becoming longer and harder than ever before. He murred as she leaned forward to prepare herself, lifting her tail and opening her own sex with her fingers, causing his member to twitch, placing itself just at her entrance; even brushing across it for a split second. She positioned it just right, and then sank down onto it, taking it into her to the base. She was as warm, tight, and welcoming as ever; and the feeling of her voluptuous rump against his stomach... Alex couldn't stop himself from reaching forward, and placing his two paws on it, stroking it, feeling it, and then patting it, ever so gently. She lifted herself, holding onto his thighs, and began that marvellous dance again. Forward, backward, side to side, figure eights, and so many more motions... nothing seemed impossible to her. But she placated him--never moving up and down more than the merest centimeter, giving his member more time to recover, and prepare itself. The night was far from over, they both knew that. "Okay, Mar--ma'am... you c'n go up 'n' down now," Alex got closer than ever to calling her by her name. "This time, I'm not gonna just sit 'n' take it. I'll make her feel good, too... she's gotta... feel somethin' towards me... she's gotta." "By the way..." he cleared his throat, "my name's Alex."

"Alex..." she replied, softly; her lips drew out the sound of his name, her seductive voice turning it into something sensual. As if it were some secret password, he suddenly felt closer to her than ever, as if the passing of even this harmless piece of knowledge from him to her were a deep, intimate gesture. Even though he had given her permission to alter her movements, she continued rolling her hips back and forth; it was only after several moments that she pushed herself up, sliding his cock partly out, and then sat back, stroking up along her inner walls and teasing a soft moan from her throat. She repeated this slow up and down motion once more, then returned to the expert gyration of her hips, massaging his member inside her. The wetness where her body met his, coupled with the powerful motions, made soft, slick noises in time with the flow of her movement. They were accompanied by a shuddering gasp as she lifted herself and dropped again, and again, three times this time before she went back to the other pattern. She was enjoying herself.

The tigerwolf purred audibly when said said his name in just that manner. And, of course, she didn't do what his lips asked--she did what his body, mind, and soul yearned for, pulsing her hips back and forth, changing the feel of her rump in his paws every second. "Be a man," he told himself, and forced himself to thrust up, slowly, but powerfully, as she sat downwards onto his member. She moaned, too, telling him that he was doing well. His member continued to bury itself deeper and deeper into her, stretching her with its girth. And now she was taking the level of pleasure in the tigerwolf to new extremes; combining powerful up-and-down motions with gentle, exotic gyrations. Listening to the slick sounds that emanated from their union, the tigerwolf could tell that maybe, just maybe, she was enjoying this? Enjoying... him? And so he again acted riskily, proactively and reached up, running his paws through the vixen's hair before he held her shoulders, and pulled them, so that she was leaning backwards; red hair on his chest, her paws supporting herself on the bed, as they continued to mate.

"Ooohh..." she groaned, and rich sound of pleasure that seemed pushed up from within her by his slow, strong thrust. "Hh... ah!" a gasp of pleasant surprise followed as he pulled her back; as her body tilted over, the angle of his penetration shifted and his member stroked outwards, pressing a particularly sensitive spot that made her slick inner walls tighten reflexively around him. This position made the tigerwolf's thrusts affect her more powerfully, bouncing her up slightly in a way that made her breasts shift back and forth with each one. Grinning with approval of Alex's newfound daring, she decided to reward him. She lifted her legs up and around, no longer kneeling but with her knees up in front of her and her stockinged feet resting beside his thighs. And as she continued the slow rotation of her hips, she gently pulled her thighs together, squeezing his cock even tighter within her hot, wet sex.

The tigerwolf groaned loudly as she squeezed his member inside of her. The feel of her stockinged feet on his thighs, her lush red hair on his chest, her soft, feminine moans... she was making him want her more every second. By now, the pair was going strongly enough that each time he thrusted into her, a wet flapping sound echoed through the room, coupled with the sound of her breasts bouncing. Alex reached up, slowing down for a moment, moving his hips in unison with hers for a moment as they moved up and down and then paused, allowing her to continue her gyrations. He cupped her breasts in his paws, again, rubbing them, stroking them, and then took another chance: he nuzzled her back so that she could feel his thick, fluffy fur intermingle with hers, and even went so far as to give her an affectionate lick.

Marie was breathing heavily now, from arousal and from exertion. Even as she took the slow in their rhythm as a chance to catch her breath again, however, she kept moving. It was more than just her duty to please him; after their last session, she had been left with an unfed hunger that had now returned full force, and her slow, powerful grind--the added tightness of her closed legs increased her pleasure as well--was driving her towards another orgasm. Despite the buildup of a liquid warmth inside her, though, she still noticed full well when Alex nuzzled against her back and traced his tongue up along her spine. She couldn't return the gesture exactly, but her fluffy tail curled up beside his neck and stroked softly across his throat.

The tigerwolf murred as she rubbed his neck with her tail, then curled it up beside him. She was breathing as hard as he was, now, and Alex knew that it wouldn't be long before Marie pleasured him to ejaculation again. So he removed his paws from her breasts, reluctantly, and decided to be proactive again. He stroked her sides as his paws moved down, down, and gripped at her hips for a moment. He twitched, as if he wanted to rub a finger against her sex, but decided against it, and merely held her still, off of him, so that for a second, everything was perfectly still. And then he thrusted up, harder than ever, though still going at a slow, powerful pace, groaning loudly; he would be cumming very soon.

As he thrusted mightily upwards, the vixen called out; it was short, cut off, as if she hadn't meant to do so and had tried to catch herself. But it marked a change in pace. Again the sounds she made shifted as her climax approached; she timed her breathing with Alex's powerful penetrations, moaning aloud as his hard member drove up and parted her hot depths, then breathing in sharply--sometimes a loud gasp of pleasure--as he pulled down again. With each slick withdrawal she would twist her hips slightly beneath his paws, just enough to accentuate the pleasure while she squeezed her inner walls, tightening around his cock as if her sex was unwilling to let him go. In, and a wave of electric pleasure would shiver out over her body, pushing that pool of tension that grew inside her. Out, she moved and tensed, and a tight pulse of warmth would shoot up along her back. In and out, still slow, up and down. The tight heat in her loins built so gradually, almost torturously, until she was right on the peak. She grit her teeth, her breath came fast, her toes curled against fur of the tigerwolf's thighs. And she came. The sudden thunder of pleasure shook her with a roaring fury, forcing itself from her throat in a surprising cry: "Aaah! Alex!!" Her hand almost tore the bedclothes, so tightly she gripped them, while the tigerwolf--still shocked by her use of his name--felt her sex clamped down with what seemed equal force, squirting her hot feminine fluids over her crotch again. Again she cried out as the second wave of her orgasm hit, and a third; the rest, though they made her moan loudly, were not so powerful. But still it was surprisingly long before they faded away.

The tigerwolf murred as she cried out; it was almost like a shriek of agony, one that was as familiar to him as breathing. But it was different: it told him that she was loving what he was doing to her. He could hear and feel her soft, pleasured breaths as he thrust in, and groaned everytime he pulled partially out as her sex grasped at his cock, begging it for its seed. He could tell that she was nearing orgasm just a hair quicker than him. And he moved just a little harder than he'd thought he was capable as she curled her toes on his thighs-- She came, again, and Alex was pleased with himself for pleasuring his partner so. She said his name... and if he was a more emotional man, a tear might have come to his eye. That didn't happen, but the tigerwolf understood what it meant... maybe... was she warming up to him? Again, he came just a second after she did. His hips bucked, and he suddenly groaned loudly, slamming up into her just after her final wave washed over her, and sprayed her insides full of his seed. Thick gobs of cum were launched deep inside of her, and Alex moaned, and then called out a single word. "Marie...."

"Oohh... oh, Alex," she panted, feeling the heat of his cum pumped up deep into her body. He had filled her twice already, and she couldn't take it all; more than before, a thick stream of his white fluids oozed from around his tightly gripped member, matting the fur of his loins. After a moment--when she was sure he was done--she stopped moving herself, and let herself gently sink down to lie on his chest, still joined to him by her wet, embracing sex. "Thank you..." she whispered, breathing still a little heavy from her exertion. "I can't remember the last time someone was so concerned... for how I enjoyed myself."

"Well... I ain't like other men," the tigerwolf said softly, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close, almost cuddling her. His member was still painfully hard inside of her, but Alex ignored it as best he could, and merely snuggled up underneath the vixen, putting his head on her shoulder, murring to himself as her soft red hair flowed all around him. Tentatively, he gave her ear a lick, and stroked her sides, muscles rubbing against her as well, as he sighed in contentment.

"Mmm... no, you're not," she said, and gave that seductive giggle of hers again. Knowing that he was still aroused--knowing very well, considering he was still inside her--she appreciated his desire to just lay and enjoy the sensation of being close to her. She enjoyed it herself, a feeling enhanced by the warm afterglow that she still felt herself suffused with. He really did care for how he made her feel... Hmm. That gave her an idea. "Alex..." she whispered, "Would you like me to teach you... a bit more on how to pleasure a woman's body?"

"'Course... Marie..." the tigerwolf whispered, snuggling against her, rubbing his paws over that flat underbelly of her's.

"All right then..." the vixen replied, and lifted her hands, placing them atop his. Gently she guided one up to her chest, where pressed it against the softness of her right breast. "To begin with, women get aroused from contact all over their bodies, while men are more... focused. A little bit of play around here..." she made him squeeze her a little, "Is a nice compromise. Though if you could," she added in a low purr, "I would love to feel your hands all over me..." "And then..." she continued, bringing his other hand down to just above where her sex was still spread by the girth of his member, "When thing get more... involved... you can move your attention to more sensitive spots..."

The tiger didn't give a verbal reply, he just gave a deep purr, that vibrated his entire body, and hers as well. He mimicked the motion she'd taught him to do to her breast perfectly, squeezing it, fondling it. He then tried to be more creative, and rubbed it in slow circles, putting a bit of pressure on it. He gave her a short break for a moment, to give her time to pant or moan, encouraging him, and then squeezed her, a little more firmly than before. With his other paw, he stroked down her flat, furred belly, guided by her own paw. He loved the feel of the plush white fur on Marie's underbelly running through his paw, and even extended his claws slightly, to run deep furrows through it. He noticed that she stopped pointedly above where his member was still finding its entrance into her. But the tigerwolf nervously reached down, placing a digit on one of her outer folds, and gave it a rub.

Marie closed her eyes a moment as he fondled her, allowing herself to enjoy the stimulating sensation. During the day she would always have to wear the confining garments common to the region, and it felt good to have her chest massaged. She gave a small gasp as she felt his fingers stroke around the edge of her sex, but it quickly followed with a smile. "Hnn... interested in that, are you...?" With a delicate deftness she was able to place her fingers atop his, guiding his touches very precisely. She pulled slightly, bringing his fingers up over the pink flesh that still glistened with both their fluids--she let out a quiet moan, to let him now that was pleasant to her as well--to where they encountered a small nub of flesh, directly over the point where their bodies were joined. "Ahh..." she sighed, and he felt her whole body react as a shiver of pleasure passed through it. "Right there..."

"Okay... Marie..." said the tigerwolf, directly into her ear, as he nibbled it again for a moment, then pulled back to look down and watch what he was doing. It did not pleasure him, directly. But feeling the vixen pulse against him, pleasured so much... yes, it made him genuinely happy. He rubbed her breast a little harder, and for a second, toyed with her nipple between his claws, then went back to massaging it, this time, just a little bit more vigorously than most females would like. But he sensed that, for her extremely feminine appearance and mannerisms... underneath it all, this vixen had been toughened up. He wondered what her life had been like, to cause her to take such a job. The reason that he'd been thrust into the trade of death was simple: his parents had been shot dead in an act of robbery when he was a cub. He'd hid out, yes, and wandered for years, dead-end job to dead-end job. Along the way, he'd been pushed... and in such a world, he pushed back. But he pushed back so hard that word got around... and one day, he found himself pushing first. But this time, the reward wasn't life. It was money. And in this world... that was life. He shook his head out of such dark thoughts, and fingered the slightly firmer nub in her sex gently, pushing against it, stroking it, toying with it, seeing how the vixen reacted...

"Hey," she objected, but warmly, as he squeezed hard on her breast. "Careful, there..." she added, smiling. But then she gasped as he stroked and rubbed all around that sensitive spot above her slit, and for a moment it's not totally without pleasure for him, as he feels her inner walls tighten reflexively around his member, responding to some surge of pleasure. As he continued, she even squirmed a little atop him, moved by the shivers of sensation engendered by each experimental motion of his fingers. "Ooh, yes..." she breathes happily, "That's good..."

"Sorry..." the tiger said, almost whimpering, and eased off of her breast, but still rubbed and massaged it in his paw, pleasuring her as much as he possibly could. He murred loudly as she gasped, sensing that he wasn't that bad at this. The tigerwolf's heart melted as she squirmed atop him, and almost said something he wasn't sure he really felt then and there. "I'll sort out my feelin's before I leave this town. And if it turns out that there's really somethin' between me and her..." he sighed... such a thing was impossible. But he still had the vixen for tonight, at least, and continued to rub that little nub in her slit faster, moving his other paw to her left breast, so that he had an excuse to wrap an arm around her.

"Hnnn..." Her moans were louder now, amplified by the continuing stimulation of her delicate flesh. With his arm across her chest the tigerwolf could feel her breathing, a little faster now as her arousal began to build once more. It didn't happen quickly, but steadily, the pleasure built in her body, slickening her sex again, allowing a tiny amount of motion around his cock as the attention he was giving her made her writhe in his embrace. But she wasn't content simply to take it. Her options were a little limited in this position, but she reached her hand down a little further and began to run her fingers up and down over the part of his member that was exposed just beyond her entrance, careful not to disturb the motions of his hand against that critical little pink nub.

"Ahh... Marie..." the tigerwolf purred, softly, as she rubbed his member slightly. He met her continually increasing moans and wetness with increased attentions to that hard little pleasure nub in her slit. Alex rubbed it, gliding over it now with her wetness, and was soon working away at it quickly, nuzzling her neck, hoping that she wasn't just liking what he was doing... that she was liking him.

Tension built; desire clouded the vixen's mind as she felt the beginning of another orgasm approach from deep inside her. Back and forth his fingers rubbed her clit, while his hand squeezed and massaged her breast, and she couldn't help but respond physically, her self-control wearing thin after everything she had already done tonight. A particularly pleasant touch made her moan loudly and arch her back, pressing her head against his chest, and then another made her involuntarily buck her hips upwards against his fingers, massaging his member within her. "Oh... Alex... you're a natural at this..." she gasped, and aside from the heavy tones of desire there was a faint note of professional admiration in her voice.

"You're a... good teacher..." the tigerwolf panted, resisting the temptation to thrust into her again, even as she moaned and squirmed, even resting her lovely head on his muscled chest after a moment. He purred as she suddenly bucked her hips upwards, inserting his fingers into her, next to his member, causing him to massage her clit from a different angle. He too found himself giving soft, low sounds of pleasure as he never let up his efforts for a second, and again gave her ear a lick, rubbing her clit more vigorously than ever.

"Haah... ah, yes..." she moaned, panting heavily, her chest moving in and out with her breath, pushing against his arm. She had lifted her free hand to her other breast, not able to help her desire to feel as much as she could. For a second she bit her lower lip, as if trying to stop herself from making a sound, but another deft stroke across her sensitive flesh made her cry out loudly and he felt her whole body tense in his arms, around his hungering member. "Ah... Alex, please, I, I'm going to..." He curled his fingers around beneath, caressing her clit from below, and it pushed her over the edge. She screamed as the tide of pleasure crashed over her, curling her toes and her tail and curving her spine so that her shoulders and hips pressed down hard against his body, and with his hands on her most intimate areas he felt her trembling in the throes of ecstasy. For the third time, her hot sex squeezed hard on his long shaft, covering her inner thighs with her own passionate juices.

The tigerwolf murred; the way she seemed to be holding back, as if she didn't want to make him nervous told him that maybe, just maybe, he was growing on her. Maybe. He couldn't help but groan as she suddenly gave a lustful cry and tensed in his grasp, screaming as her rump and shoulders pressed against him, hard, causing his member to throb slightly, as his face was engulfed in her long, red hair... He felt her hit her climax, the power of it was much greater this time, apparently, because she didn't stop squirming in his grasp, moaning for another minute. "Marie... can I... I want to lick you... can I clean you up?" Alex asked, cautiously; not only did he want to run his tongue all over her soft flesh, he knew that it would increase his chances of winning her over more than anything...

"Oh... oh, my," Marie panted, still tired by the exertion. "No-one's ever offered t' do that before..." She moved a hand up to lightly cup the side of his face; he felt the weakness in her touch, compared to before. Despite this, however, she smiled at him, an expression touched by a trace of amusement. "That would be... great... but..." she began, reaching her other hand down to rest on his. "... Are y' sure? It's just that I'm a bit... of a mess... if y' know what I mean."

"Ah, 's okay... 's why I wanted ta clean you off..." Alex murred as she gently touched his face. He took her lack of dissent as an affirmative, and slid out from underneath her to the side. He got on his knees on the floor, looking up at the vixen's face. The tigerwolf then stroked her sides, then thighs with his paws, creating deep furrows in her soft red fur. He then nuzzled her knee, but caught himself, blushed, and scooted a little closer to her. His licks were not like hers, short, random, and sporadic. He ran his tongue over her slowly, gently, coating her with saliva wherever he touched her. Every now and then, he had to remove a paw from her hip to rub his member; the tea was a real double-edged sword. He cleaned her upper legs, and the insides of her thighs. He took a leaf out of Marie's book and stayed away from her sex, for the moment, and paid attention to the gentle squirms of her flesh under his tongue, so that every now and then, he could sneak in a nuzzle...

The vixen let herself flop a little on the soft mattress as Alex scootched out from under her, but as he got down onto the floor she pushed herself up onto her hands and sat at the edge of the bed, giving him a better angle (and a better view). Still tired, though, she let him take full control as he ran his tongue over her soft fur. It was a pleasant and, for now, relaxing sensation; she smiled as she noted the way he avoided her most sensitive regions as she herself had done. "Mmm... you're a fast learner, Alex..." she murred, her tail twitching in appreciation behind her.

"Only when I learn from th' best... Marie..." the tigerwolf said, then returned to licking the vixen clean. He blushed from the view she gave him, she was so considerate. Now that he was finished with her lower region, Alex wrapped his arms around her waist and started to lick at her underbelly, shading her plush white fur slightly darker with his saliva. His member quivered, but he ignored it. He was _going_to make Marie like him, and if it meant ignoring the craving urge to mate her again... he'd do it.

Marie grinned from the compliment, and after a moment's consideration, lifted a hand to rest on the tigerwolf's head, rubbing softly to show her appreciation. I've never had a man be so... generous before,_she thought to herself. _I wonder how deep that goes... No! Don't think about that. Think about it later, if you have to. It's too easy to get your emotions mixed up when you're... mmmm... She let out a long, soft sigh of pleasure, and gave Alex another encouraging stroke. So nice...

Alex purred, softly, as only a tigerwolf could, and licked the vixen again before adjusting his grip. Now, his arms were interlocked directly behind her upper back. He'd thoroughly cleaned her midriff, so now, he had to move on to her breasts. The tigerwolf steeled himself, pausing for a second, before he reluctantly withdrew his arms from behind Marie. He gripped each breast in one paw, gently, not wanting his sexual desire to overshadow his deeper attraction to the vixen. And then, he licked in between and then above her breasts, before shifting the grip of his right paw slightly, rubbing her, and then nuzzled and licked at her left breast.

He heard her give her quiet, seductive laugh as his tongue traced up between her breasts; by the sound of it, she was a little ticklish there. As if only just noticing it herself, she stopped after a moment, restraining herself. But she was still smiling as she looked down at him, his face pressed up against her soft, plush chest, tracing her curves with his long, careful licks. She could feel her arousal beginning to mount up again into full force, though of course she had it under tight control. As Alex's attentions became more focused, she moved her hand behind his head to run through his fur, and let out a soft, enticing moan.

Alex resisted the temptation to still her paw, look at her in the eye and kiss her. But he could tell, by the more gentle and less lustful way that she stroked him that his efforts weren't going unrewarded... And so he glanced up at the vixen before licking at her breast more. He then nervously gave her nipple a nip, careful not to be too rough. But he could tell from the way she squirmed underneath him that she enjoyed it. And so he went a little further, and enclosed as much of her breast in his mouth as he could, swirling his tongue over her as he did, purring, stroking her sides with his paws.

She breathed in sharply--a little longer than a gasp--when his teeth pressed together lightly on her flesh, but it was a sound of pleasure, not pain. As he opened his jaws to apply as effort to her soft breast as possible, she let her hand slide down over his head and onto his shoulders, where she lightly squeezed the muscle there. Aside from what he was doing, which she appreciated, she seemed to enjoy watching him; with her head tilted down to get a good view, a bit of her hair feel over her shoulder to lightly brush against the side of his face. Once again, he was aware of the heat of her body, beneath and before him, where her flesh pressed to his. Her plush fur tickled his nose. Even after the exertions of the night, she still smelled wonderful.

Alex closed his eyes, purring as her hair flickered onto his shoulder, joining her soft, gentle paw in massaging at the muscle on his shoulderblade. He continued to gently lick and apply pressure to her breast, and then slowly withdrew, shaking his head from side to side to jiggle her breast within his maw. He continued to marvel over her chest, licking her even when there was little reason to. He just loved the feeling of being so close to the vixen... And then, all at once, the tigerwolf realized that he was licking her neck. He paused, feeling fear nearly overtake him-- But then, he did what his experience had taught him to do. He didn't back off. He went in, full-force. So he licked at her neck, gently, passionately... and nuzzled her, in a way that she could feel his affection flowing into her.

Is he... _ she thought, as he moved his face up against her neck, his arms moving almost unheeded around her; and she felt the passion in his motion, not lust, but something else. _He is... _ she thought; an array of emotions welled up from inside her as she became certain of his feelings. "Alex..." she whispered, letting him take the weight of her as she put her arms around him. _Can you understand how difficult this will be...?

"Marie..." Alex gasped, feeling her lick his head. Now, he stopped licking her altogether. The tigerwolf instead nuzzled at the vixen's neck, gently but firmly, but vitally, lovingly. His arms stroked her sides, still, though slowly, marveling at the body under his own, and the fur between his fingers. And then, he took things a step further. He kissed her, just under the chin. First, it was a peck. But then it was a full blown kiss, gentle, slow, and passionate. His arms stopped stroking him, as he moved just a little higher-- And planted his lips on hers.

Don't, though Marie; but it was a reprimand to herself. You've tried relationships before, it's never worked. Stop this, deflect his attention, keep yourself at a distance. You'll both get hurt. Heedless of her thoughts, her arms encircled his body, stroking through his fur, massaging his firm musculature, pulling him down against her. Her chest pressed against his, she could feel every breath he took, just as he felt hers. The scent of him, strong, masculine, different from hers but so attractive to her, battered against her senses from this close proximity. As he leaned in, the tip of his neglected member brushed against her, but neither of them payed much heed, so intent they were on the deeper sensations that surged through them. But I can't stop... I can't give up. I don't want to be just a whore to everyone I know. I want someone who thinks of me as more than that. And I think he does. I need to take the chance. His lips touched hers. Almost unconsciously, one of her hands moved up behind his head and pushed him towards her. Lips parted, jaws interlocked, each took the other into a deep, intimate kiss.

"Marie..." Alex kissed her lovingly, flitting his tongue against the vixen's. It wasn't lustful, just intimate and affectionate. And the tigerwolf felt her pull him into her, causing his heart to soar. It really was working. His arms encircled her body, holding her, and he kissed her as long as he could before breaking off due to the need for air. "Marie... I think... I think I _love_you..." he said, whispering into her ear, as he rested his chin on her soft shoulder.

"Alex... not yet," she whispered, her breath heavy. "Those words... save them. A week. A month. For when you know... when I'm in your arms again, without money to hold me there, and you're sure of what you feel. I want to be... certain." She lifted her knees on either side of his body, pressing her thighs in against his waist. Her long tail, beneath her, curled itself around behind his legs. It was as if she were trying to hold on to him more completely, or to get as much of herself in contact with him as possible. "For now... let me feel your presence here, in my embrace," she murmured, almost pleadingly, into his ear. "Lift these blankets and wrap us up together, so I can feel the warmth of your body around me... and inside me. Just once, just one time, without needing to control myself for you. Just... make love to me, Alex. Just this once."

"Marie..." the tigerwolf said, understanding the wisdom in her words, "I already know." But Alex carefully, lovingly brought the blankets up over them, and snuggled up against her, merely holding her for the briefest second. And then he reached down to take his member into his paw, and place the tip of it teasingly at the vixen's slit. He then moaned as he thrusted in, slowly, until he was entirely inside of her again. "Don't hold back. Yell as loud as ya want..." he whispered into her ear, and then began to mate her. He was still as strong as ever, but this time, two things were different. He was going much faster, and he was looking into her eyes... so that she could look back into his, and see the deep, genuine affection that he held for her.

"Aah... Alex..." she whispered, feeling him touch against the sensitive lips that nestled between her legs. He heard her softly moan as he pushed inwards, spreading her hot flesh to either side of his shaft; then, as he moved, more quickly then before, out and inwards again, he heard her gasp, finishing with a rough groan as he drove as far as he could go and the momentum of his thrust rocked them both slightly forward. Her eyes seemed to sparkle; where before they had glittered darkly, enticingly, drawing him in, now they burned with her own emotion and desire. It was almost as if a mask had dropped away; as he continued to swing his hips back and forth, stoking the fires of pleasure, her lips parted to breathe deeply, to gasp and moan and even cry out, often with his own name.

Her hands on his back tightened on his body; one gripped his densely muscled rear, as if she were trying to pull him onwards with every thrust; her other hand came up behind his head, running fingers through his fur, and after a moment, pulled him down into another deep kiss.

The tigerwolf kissed Marie, managing to display both intense passion and intense lust at the same time. Even during their kiss, he didn't stop thursting into her for a second, pausing every now and then to catch his breath before pounding her again. Alex gave the vixen one final kiss and then leaned back, grinding his hips against her rump for a moment before holding her firmly into place and mating her harder and faster than ever before. The pleasure he achieved like this was incredible, and it wasn't long before he felt near his climax.

Marie's cries of ecstacy became louder and fiercer, and the tigerwolf could watch her squirm against the soft mattress as he thrust his hard member in and out with greater speed and strength. But although she was wrapped in a roaring cloud of emotion greater than, indeed, any she had experienced before during sex, she still wasn't close to her own orgasm; her body was just too used to the sensations it was feeling, wonderful though they were, to be driven over the edge this soon. The vixen groaned, lifted her legs around to hook them around Alex's waist, and gripped the bedclothes tightly in each hand, as if to anchor herself as the force of his penetration rocked her body back and forth.

Alex groaned, pausing for a second to step back, so that he could mate the vixen in a more horizontal fashion. He changed his pace, going as powerfully as he could, but slow, so that dull thuds were heard as he slammed his member into Marie. He was sweating by now, and a spurt of pre-cum shot into his partner. He grasped her breasts for a second, and then went as fast as he possibly could again.

"Ah... Anh..." she moaned, sharply and loudly, each time his hips impacted against her flesh, accompanied by a soft thump, the whisper of fur brushing fur, a slight creak of the bed beneath, and the quiet sound of moist surfaces rubbing together. The tigerwolf was almost pushed over the edge as he felt the heat and pressure of her sex squeeze around him, her body responding to some shudder of pleasure; the slick wetness of their fluids allowed him to keep moving, squeezing his shaft up between her inner walls. "Ah... A-alex..." she gasped; her eyes seemed to slip in and out of focus as his every thrust clouded her concentration, but she managed to fix her gaze on his face. "I'm go... going to..."

"Me... too..." Alex groaned. He leaned over once to lick Marie from the neck to the nose, and gritted his teeth, closing his eyes as his hips moved impossibly fast-- The tigerwolf then ejaculated into his partner for the last time that night. His member shook as it sprayed her full with thick, gooey gobs of his seed, coating her inner walls as he groaned in pleasure, never stopping his powerful thrusts.

Marie couldn't settle for a lick, thorough though it was; as he groaned with the force of his final climax she reached up and grabbed him, pulling him down roughly atop herself, and pulled him into an incredible, almost desperate kiss, forcing their mouths together even as his member forced his white fluids up and out to burst forth into her depths. Pressed so tightly against her, he felt her body tense and shudder... wrenching her lips from his, she screamed in ecstacy as her own sex spasmed and sent a tide of indescribable, electric pleasure roaring through her body. Her arm and legs clutched him tightly to her as it tore through her again and again, as if she would be washed away without that grip. Eventually, it passed; her cries dulled to moans and then to the heavy breathing of exhaustion, her flesh around his member (soaked, now, with her cum and his) ceased to squeeze in time with the tension in her body. She relaxed... though still she wouldn't let him go.

"A-alex..." she whispered, after what seemed an age of simply lying in each others' warmth. She laughed: quietly, weakly, but also happily. "Pull... the sheets... back up."

"A'right... Marie," the tigerwolf said. He didn't want to leave her embrace, even for a second. So he used his tail to ease the blankets up to where he could reach them with his paw, without leaving her, and pulled them up over them both. "Marie... I like you a lot..." Alex purred, holding her close, tightly.

"Mmm..." she sighed, and rolled slightly to the side, taking Alex's weight off her but leaving her body nestled softly against his. She rested her head on his shoulder, and moved her arms into a comfortable embrace. Her tail curled around under the sheets, covering and warming their feet. A sensation of warmth, kept whole by the soft bed, settled over them both. "I like you too, Alex..." she whispered, and closed her eyes. And she smiled.

The tigerwolf didn't--couldn't--sleep. He was incredibly comfortable, and incredibly happy... or at least, he should have been. "I love her." "No, you don't. It's just 'cause she's yer first." "Naw... she's great. She loves me." "She's a whore." "I'm a killer." "That's why you can't be with her." It was true. If Alex really, really did love her... well, then what kind of a man would he be to bring her into his life? If he really loved her... he'd never, ever allow himself to be around her, ever again. After all, Alex's business was death... and he brought that to wherever he traveled.

So it was with a dry sob that the tigerwolf gave his partner, the whore, the amazing woman whom he shared... love... with one final, passionate, tender kiss on the forehead....

She'd wake up to find that Alex was gone. There was no note on the nightstand, no explanation of where he'd gone, and no clues to his whereabouts. By noon, the tigerwolf was far, far away. After leaving her room, tearfully, he'd had the good fortune to find a drunken wolf strutting around the deck. Coldly, he'd pushed the older fur over the edge, watching him thrash about, screaming for a moment, before following him in. Alex's quieter, more aerodynamic splash was not heard, and his absence was not noticed, but by one. "I love you."

Empty bed. Less warmth. His smell was still there, but faded. Marie felt as if something had been torn away from her, left a bleeding hollow in her heart. That was a melodramatic way of putting it, but as she lay there, her hand resting on the hint of a hollow left in the mattress beside her, she thought she understood how the poets could use such language. How had he slipped away? Long ago, she'd learned to wake before her clients did. Somehow... somehow he had made her feel safe, made her sleep more deeply than she had slept in years. And now he was gone. She sat up; the blankets slipped off her, let the mingled scents trapped within billow up into the air. She felt a sting in her eyes as she caught a breath of it, and cursed her weakness as she rubbed the back of her hand across her face. Cursed him, too, for leaving, even as her vision blurred again at the thought of him. Did he think she was so weak? Did he imagine, for one moment, that she had gotten to where she was in life without ever being in danger? She knew why he had done it. She could read men like books. What did he think he was leaving her to? Life? She had no life. She just survived. Comfortably, yes. But she had nothing to live for, nothing to advance to. She needed someone to love. Someone to love her. Of course it would have been hard, and risky... but she wanted to try. With him. Well. Her face set, and she let her hand drop to the bed again, heedless of the tiny drop of liquid that ran down the side of her face. She got up. She ordered a bathtub through the speaker tube, and washed. She dressed. And all the while, she thought, and planned. She'd never have even survived if she hadn't known to take opportunities when they came. She had resources. And she could show him just how tough she was to lose...

(Don't wait up on Chapter Two.)

(2019 Update: This story is vintage late 2000s. I believe I took it down in the early 2010s, though I'm not sure why. Anyway, enjoy and share and rate and comment, and I may yet post a Chapter Two... who knows?)