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"Hi there!"

"Oh, hey Flora, didn't. . . uh. . . see you there."

Of course he had seen her. Ever since the young female keidran had taken to performing her morning yoga routine out on the decking, Keith Keiser hadn't been able to help himself. She was quite the sight, one which he had helped himself to an eyeful of on more than one occasion. Her notable habit of walking around without clothing had easily pushed aside any notions of guilt he may have felt at stealing an illicit glance or fifty of his friend's partner.

Flora arched her back, thrusting her rump out and twisting her spine through an absurd angle.

"Hey, is Trace up yet?" she asked.

Keith quickly averted his eyes, "uh, no. I think he's still asleep. You two. . . um. . . made a bit of noise last night."

Her reply came with a giggle, "oh don't act all sheepish about it, Keith. We're a long way from the Basidian Islands. No need to be such a prude!"

"Heh, I guess you're right," he flashed a shy grin.

"And don't think I don't catch you staring!"

The basitin blushed, "oh, sorry. . ."

"Aw, don't be!"

Flora shifted, rolling onto her back. Maintaining eye contact with Keith, she raised her left leg, sticking it directly up while keeping the right flat against the ground.

"I don't mind if you look. . ."

And look he did. Keith'sheart raced as he ate up the sight presented before him. Following the slender contours of her leg, his eyes snaked a path from her delicate paw pads, over her calves, her thighs, before settling between her legs. The slightest hint of pink, near imperceptible yet so very tantalizing, peeked out from her creamy white crotch fur.

He kept his gaze fixed for as long as he dared, well aware of the heat rising in both his cheeks and his loins, as well as Flora's ever widening grin, smug and satisfied.

"I. . . I. . ." he stammered, ". . .coffee!"

Without waiting for a response, the flustered male wheeled about and quickly departed the outdoor deck. He was about half way back to the large, forest estate when he brought himself to an abrupt halt.

His eyes shot upwards, scanning across the facade of the manor where they had been holed up the past few days. The curtains were drawn tight across the windows to the master bedroom.

Trace was sound asleep.

"Screw it."

He stole a quick glance back over his shoulder, peering through the lush foliage that covered the majority of the estate grounds. Flora was contorting herself through yet another set of absurd angles, presenting her intimates to some invisible, imaginary audience.

Or a certain basitin.

Keith pushed his way through the shrubbery, closing in on the female keidran. Stalking his away around and to the right, he took up a position behind her, still concealed in the garden.

"Wow. . . wow. . ."

He almost spoke the words aloud. The object of so many of his desires, as forbidden as they may have been, was not ten feet in front of him. A sight he had caught only glimpses of, yet had spawned more than a few heated, erotic dreams, along with the occasional bout of self-pleasure, was now on full display.

Flora hummed softly to herself.

Another stretch, along with another vividly enticing extension of her limbs, and she pressed her pert chest to the ground. She raised her rump off the mat, curling her back, bringing her legs up and over until her feet touched the hair atop her head. Her tail slowly waved back and forth, its tip hanging just in front of her face.

Keith's view was exquisite. Flora's perfect, delicate pussy was ever so slightly spread just in front of him. With her tail flagged up and out of the way, there was nothing to prevent him from taking in what he had so longed to feast his eyes upon. While clothes were something that the female keidran only sometimes considered neccesary, walking bare in the fur more often than not, to so intimately see her sex was straight from his fantasies. Her petals were spread just enough to give him a sample of her soft, pink and ever so slightly wet love tunnel. Keith felt tight in his chest; this was wrong, so very wrong.

He stepped forward, placing his foot upon the decking, slowly moving up behind Flora.

Her eyes were closed, a contented smile across her face and cunt on display, "hmmm, that you, Trace?"

Keith didn't respond. He sank to his knees, shuffling up, inching closer.

The smell hit him. It was intoxicating. Divine. He inhaled deeply, the combination of delicious scent and equally delicious sight eliciting a near instant response from between his legs. His heart pounded, far too fast.

The bastin's paws trembled. He reached out.

"Enjoying yourself there, darling?" she hadn't yet noticed. He had mere seconds.

Keith's paws brushed over the soft, silky orange fur just inside her thighs. His own fur, a dull brown, was far more coarse, yet the contact was delicate enough to avoid giving himself away. He ran his digits downward, stoking over each stripe until orange gave way to white.

And then to pink.

His paws came to rest just inside her thighs. With a soft, gentle pull of his thumbs, her labia were parted, giving him a now completely unobstructed view of her most precious, intimate place.

Flora spread her legs just a little, welcoming the contact, though keeping her chest pressed to the ground and feet atop her head, "hmmm, Trace, what are you up to bac. . . Keith!?"

She had finally opened her eyes, twisting her neck just enough to catch sight of his rapidly swishing tail. For the most fleeting of moments, the two sat there in a lewd display, all notions of modesty for the typical immodest keidran completely gone.

"K-keith, w. . . what are you d. . . ooohhhh. . . OOOOOHHHH!!!!"

Keith leaned down. His muzzle crossed the last few inches, bringing his mouth into contact; taboo, sinful contact, with her searing hot cunt. His first taste of her, something so long desired, was a brief, soft, almost loving kiss to her clit. His tongue traced out slow, sensual circles about the sensitive flesh, licking through her folds, wishing the moment would never end. The taste was overwhelming, even from such a brief contact, but he savoured it. Savoured it like he would die tomorrow.

He broke contact. A kick was expected, hard and fast to his face, or perhaps a shriek or scream. Whatever the outcome, he had likely just jumped himself into a hole too deep to dig himself out of.

Nothing came.

A few, awkward seconds passed.

"D-do it again."

Her voice was below even a whisper, so quiet that were it not for his fluffy, oversized ears, he would not have heard it.

"I. . ." his own voice was hardly more audible.

Keith ran his paw over her sex, feeling her heat. He pushed a single digit into her depths, then another, feeling her; feeling the wonderful hot, tight and wet sensation about his fingers.

And wet she was. Soaked.

She spoke again, louder this time, and more needy, "just. . . don't tell Trace, okay?"

He wouldn't. His friend's girlfriend, offering herself so willing to him, would be a dirty little secret he would take to the grave. Something the two of them would share, all thoughts of fidelity and decency forgotten for now. The needy, wet cunt in front of him told him all he needed to know. The juices across his lips, their taste teasing at him, driving him to lust for more, confirmed it.

Keith drove his muzzle down, locking his lips over Flora's pussy and dragging his tongue through her folds, lapping up her essence, devouring her flavour, relishing the act that he finally, finally had the chance to indulge in.

She shuddered.

"Yes. . . yes," her voice was pleading, moaning, "that's it. J-just like that."

Flora's pleasurable sounds spurred him on, and he set about eating the keidran girl out with a savage, manic lust. He had craved her, wanted her for so long, yet had been certain that such a fantasy would never come into being. But now, his head jammed between her thighs and tongue buried in her cunt, time practically stood still. He licked. He ate. He sucked her on clit, tongue-fucked her tunnel and lashed his organ over her folds, ravishing every single inch of her nethers.

"I. . . oh gods, Keith!" her voice was getting dangerously loud now, "Trace. . . he's enthusiastic, b-but. . . OH GODS. . . sometimes I feel like s-something. . . m-more. . . wild. OH GODS YOUR TONGUE!!!"

That was it. They had thirty seconds, tops. Her cries of pleasure would wake the whole household. Trace, Natani, Madelyn, not to mention other travelers, would almost certainly be wondering what the commotion was. Discovering the two of them like this would be, to say the least, a supreme awkwardness.

Flora's juices flowed from her cunt, running down over her naked belly and dripping onto the decking.Keith redoubled his efforts. His tongue dug into her pussy, devouring her divine, delicious flesh. He worked her clit, electrifying her entire body and bringing her rapidly encroaching orgasm ever closer.

"More. . . MORE. . . KEITH!"

She exploded. Fangs bare, she bit into the mat to stifle her screams of all-encompassing, all-consuming pleasure. Keith sealed his lips over her gushing sex, drinking up her essence, not wanting to waste a single drop. His paws grasped at her rump, squeezing and kneading her flesh, pushing her crotch harder into his muzzle, grinding her into his maw. She rode him, humped his face, milked every last ounce of sexual ecstasy from her thunderous, raw and unrelenting orgasm.

"I want to fuck you," the basitin removed his mouth from her privates, trailing a line of her juices, "I want to fuck you so badly!"

Flora slumped sideways, her paw rapidly finding her cunt, fingers plunging into her sex. For a few, agonising seconds, she fingered herself, determined to ride out the climax that the basitin had brought crashing down upon her.

Something stirred in the house; the sound of a door opening.

Keith scooped Flora up. The scent of their forbidden act hung in the air. Her love juices stained both their furs. A bath might hide the scent from Trace, but the keidran and basitin among them would know. They would know for sure.

Keith didn't care.

"I want to fuck you, Flora," he locked his eyes with hers, staring into them, seeing the unmistakable signs of shame.

Without warning, she pressed her lips to his, locking the pair of them into a quick, sudden, but deeply passionate kiss. The female keidran tasted her own nectar on his lips, her own tongue engaging in a brief, but intense wrestling match with the male's.

"I want to fuck you."

Her fangs flashed into view, the shame suddenly replaced with a burning, lusty desire.

"Tonight."