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“Good morning, sweetie.”

Trace rolled onto his back. Something warm, furry and very, very soft slid up beside him. Delicate limbs wrapped about his torso, gently squeezing him. A damp nose pressed itself to his cheek before a swift kiss was delivered.

“Hnnnngg. . . morning, Flora.”

A cute, feminine giggle came from his left, followed by another few kisses across his cheek.

“Trace, you really are a zombie when you wake up.”

The human groaned, reaching out and wrapping his arms around his lover’s torso, pulling her slender form against his chest and returning the embrace.

“I’m just not so full of energy as you,” he replied, stifling a yawn, “I don’t know where you get it all from.”

“Aw, it’s just because I have such a loving, cuddly little tracey-wacey to recharge me!”

The human grinned, his eyes still closed, “heh, I don’t think last night really ‘recharged’ me. Drained me until I couldn’t walk, more like it.”

The tiger girl’s squeezing intensified, “hmmmmm, you’re telling me. I’ve got a few little kinks to work out myself. Holding my legs in that position and all. . .”

“I liked it.”

“I know you did!”

A final kiss was delivered to his cheek before the embrace was released and the contact broken. Flora sat up, bedsheets sliding from her slender form. Trace followed suit, though far more clumsily and with a much greater deal of groaning.

He sniffed the air a few times. The bed still bore a telling reminder of the previous night’s escapades. Not that he minded; Flora’s scent was heavenly.

“Are you sure we have to get up, darling?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head.

Trace ran his hand down her back, relishing the sensation of her fur, “yeah, we do. . .”

“Nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“Well. . . I don’t know,” he replied, allowing his hand to sink to her rump, giving it a firm squeeze, “there might be.”

“Oh? Is there?”

Flora fell forward and onto her stomach, her head now pointed towards the foot of the bed, chest pressed into the bedcovers. Slowly, she slid forward. Her paws reached out, jutting off the edge of the mattress. The rest of her body strained, muscles and joints stretching and twisting, before following her arms off and onto the floor.

"Nothing at all?"

She paused; half on, half off the bed. Hips, rump and legs remained on the mattress, while her upper body flowed down and over the edge, her breasts making contact with the plush carpet that covered the floor of their bedroom. The tiger keidran's feet kicked upward, knees parting by the smallest amounts, though her tail still maintaining its relaxed position, and with it a modicum of modesty. Her pert posterior, though, was very much thrust directly towards Trace's rapidly reddening face; the alluring, feminine sight front and centre in his vision.

Flora lifted her tail.

"Buuuuuut," her voice flowed like wax, "I know we have a lot to do today, just give me a moment to. . . work some of this tension out."

Her tail rose further, flicking up and out of the way. Whatever modesty had been briefly entertained completely evaporated. Flora shamelessly flaunted her soft, pink cunt for her partner, hiking her rump off the bed just a little, presenting it to the enraptured human male. Perfectly framed by her white fur, her lips parted enough to reveal her damp love tunnel, her clit a perfect little pearl set in her delightful flesh. A lone bead of nectar dripped down, bringing with it the scent of her essence, more than enough to remind Trace of just what he could have, at any moment. Whenever he desired.

"Nothing to say there, sweetie? Can we stay in bed after all?" she teased.

Trace shuffled forward. Though he'd had an entire evening, and many before, to enjoy the exotic, erotic delights this lithe, nubile and exceptionally sexy keidran could visit upon him, such a offer was too much to ignore.

"I. . . I suppose we could. . ."

Flora giggled, shaking her rear and waving her tail about, "well, seeing as you're being so nice and just so damn adorable, how about you just do. . . whatever. . . you. . . want. . ."

"Whatever I . . ."

"Hmmmm, that's right. I just need to. . . ah. . . stretch a little more here."

Flora arched her back even further, her nethers now pressed upwards and offered without reservation; a lewd, obscene display of pussy and ass.

A few satisfying cracks sounded from her back.

"Ahhh, that's it, just like. . ."

Whatever coy commentary the female keidran had intended to make regarding the predicament was cut short as Trace buried his face between her cheeks. His hands grabbed at her rear, spreading her even further and taking a deep, hungry kick from her clit, dragging through her folds, circling about her sex before flicking over her tail hole.

Flora shuddered, ripples of pleasures cascading across her fur.

"Ohhhh, hmmmm, seem you. . . ah. . . did have something in mind after all," she moaned, voice wavering.

Trace, with single minded determination, set about feasting on her cunt with a wild ferocity for a few, all too brief moments. Flora's eyes closed, face contorted in tortured bliss at the sensation of the human's tongue probing her privates. A few more licks at her snatch, with his pink organ pushing into her tunnel once or twice, and she was on the edge of climax.

It never came.

The wonderful, warm sensation of his oral ministrations was suddenly replaced by the cool kiss of the morning air. Her searing sex ached with need; even the short time Trace has spent pleasuring her enough to drive her libido into overdrive. Sexual by nature, the female keidran demanded more

And more she got.

"F-fuck, Flora!"

The gasp came from just behind her, closer than she had expected. The softness of his tongue was replaced by something far harder, and longer. Trace practically climbed on top of her, his hands reaching down and grasping about her wrists, pinning the smaller female to the floor. Unable, though of course utterly unwilling to move, she let out a long, shuddering moan as her partner's cockhead pressed against her opening, spending the most infinitesimal fraction of a second lingering before plunging into her warm, wet depths.

"TRACE! Oh my fucking GOD!!!"

Passions had always run high between the human and his keidran lover, but the spontaneous nature of their fucking, the raw savagery with which he pounded into her searing hot, soaked snatch, had her eyes rolling back in their sockets. The wet, obscene sound of his hips slamming into her buttocks almost drowned the equally burlesque sound of their combined moans.

Moans that became a deep, purring growl on her part.

"Fill me, sweetie. Please!"

Trace happily obliged. His morning wood ensured that no preparation was required of him, her divine, delicious and sublimely tight cunt taking every thrust of his member with joyous rapture.. He was close. She was closer.

Flora's scream pierced the air, a wailing, sinful burst of overwhelming pleasure and ecstasy. Trace was not far behind, reaching his peak and feeling his cock jet his thick, white seed into her soaked, gushing pussy. He pounded out the last few thrusts, reaching a furious crescendo before collapsing atop her, his weight still holding her in place, shaft thoroughly buried in her depths.

"Hmmmm, Trace," Flora finally spoke, grinding her hips back against him, "you're terrible, you know? What would your old Templar buddies think if they could see you now?"

Trace could only pant and gasp, feeling as if half the day's energy had already been expended.

"Who. . . who cares. . ."