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Tristan woke slowly, blinking away the sunlight that streamed in through the open window and rolled groggily onto his side. He lay, staring at the chrono on the bedside table, his thoughts coalescing into something more coherent. His half hour nap had turned into three hours and it was already late in the afternoon. He pushed himself up and shuffled back against the mound of pillows on the bed and heaved a giant yawn, a stretch popping his joints and pulling his muscles taught, chasing away his weariness. He stared at the bedroom door, becoming aware that the shower was running. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and looked around at the room. Lia's work satchel, crammed with datapads and a bundle of styluses, sat alongside her handbag on the chair in the corner of the room. Her clothes were draped over the back of the chair and he frowned. He hadn't heard her come in and wondered just how long she had been here. He stood up, stretched again and padded out into the hallway where he was greeted by the faint scent of cherry and honey.

'You can come in.' Came Lia's muffled voice, sensing he was there.

Tristan hesitated. He shrugged off the feeling and followed through on the invite, carefully opening the bathroom door. A cloud of steam rolled out and the smell of the scented soaps became a little stronger. Lia, her golden fur shimmering under the cascade of water, ran her hands through her hair and smiled at him.

'I didn't hear you come in.' He commented. He looked her up and down, admiring her lithe body, wide hips and heavy breasts. A smile curved his lips, 'Need any help?'

She smiled back at him, 'Please. I can never seem to reach my back.'

He hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his trousers and slowly pushed them down over his hips. Lia's gaze became fixed, watching the slow reveal of his groin, his muscular thighs...

'I need help reaching other places too.' She purred with a swift lick of the lips.

Tristan kicked his trousers to one side and stepped into the shower, the hot pellets sending a shiver down his spine as the water washed away the last vestiges of sleep. He pulled her close and gently cupped her chin, lifted her head and leaned down to kiss her. She melted into his embrace, her arms sliding around him, pressing herself hard against his body, enjoying the feel of his left hand sliding down her back, over the curve of her backside to squeeze her. The feel of his claws gently raking across her buttock and the taste of him in her mouth was more than enough to ignite her lust.

'Cherry or honey?' He asked, breaking off the kiss, leaving her breathless.

'Your choice.'

'Cherry it is, then.' He reached across to the narrow shelf and grabbed the bottle of cherry shower gel, squeezing a glob of it in the palm of his hand.

He put it back and rubbed his hands together then started gently rubbing the soap into her fine, velveteen fur, working up a lather. She stayed pressed against him, resting her head against his broad chest, enjoying the feel of his strong hands massaging the knots from her muscles. It had been a long, stressful day and some attention from her T. rex was exactly what she needed. His fingers pressed firmly against her back, moving in swirling motions, kneading her stress away. She draped her arms over his, letting him have full control, enjoying the feel of the hot shower, the feel of his hands and fingers working their way down her back, the feel of his muscular body against hers and his scent, a mix of thick musk and worn leather.

He kissed the top of her head, between the faintly glowing antennae and spun her gently around, bringing her out of her fantasy of riding him senseless. He rumbled something, but she couldn't make out what; his impromptu massage had thoroughly derailed her sensible thoughts and put them in the gutter. His hands came up, squeezing her shoulders, rubbing more of her tension away.

'Mm, that's nice...' She purred softly.

'I'm not done yet.'

His hands moved from her shoulders and down her front. He stroked her breasts, kneading and groping gently, pinching her thick nipples erect between forefinger and thumbs. She gasped, pressing herself forward into his grip as he continued to massage the soap into her fur. His hand slid from her breast and down her tight stomach, his fingertips tickling gently between her legs. A clawtip lightly grazed her clit and she groaned softly. He kissed her neck, his left hand slowly making its way back up to her breasts whilst his right slowly played with her clit. Lia parted her legs a fraction. He was much taller than she and he was barely reaching between her legs as a result, but that didn't stop either of them from enjoying themselves. She leaned back against him, feeling his erection pressing hard into her back and she instinctively tried wriggling upwards, wanting him inside her. A deep, rumbling chuckled vibrated against her as she squirmed, biting her lip as Tristan continued stroking her clit with his finger and clawtip. It was maddening, each gentle stroke making her ache with the need for something more.

He held her tight against him with an arm across her torso, her breasts lay heavy across his forearm as her squirming became more desperate, her breath coming in short gasps. He increased the pressure on her clitoris, the deep ache turning into a sharp tingling and she shuddered with a sharp cry as she came. He lowered her to the shower floor, the tiles cool against her hands and knees and breasts. Tristan's hands glided across her back, washing away the cherry scented foam, his nails scratching gently across the backs of her shoulders, down her back and over her rear. The water was turning cooler as the hot water tank started running low, but she did not complain. The cool water felt just as good and was more than welcome now that Tristan had gotten her worked up.

She was fully expecting him to insert a finger into her vagina like he had often done during the course of the last two weeks they had spent together. Instead, his thumbs stroked gently across her labia. He spread her lips and a wash of relief and anticipation cascaded through her as he pressed the tip of his long, thick cock against her. He released her and took her hips in a firm grip, pushing forward, spreading her wide with a long, drawn out groan. She sank forward, resting on her elbows, her forehead against the cold tiles, panting hard as he went as deep as he could. She felt the tip of him pressing against her cervix, the twitching of his cock making her shudder. The patter of cold water against her body tickled, adding to the sensation and she had no idea how long she could resist him.

He slowly pulled back, almost removing himself from her before delving deep again. She groaned, resting her forehead against the backs of her arms as he started slowly moving, enjoying her every quiver, twitch and moan. He leaned over her, bracing himself with one hand as his pace picked up, his thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. She started pushing back against him, needing him to go harder, faster, wanting to hear more of his soft, rumbling moans. Lia shuddered beneath him, her back arching as a set of spasms wracked her body. She gasped and cried out, her voice descending into a series of long, low groans as she climaxed. Just as the first orgasm had died away, another crashed through her and her knees slid together, her muscles tightening hard around Tristan. He let out a moan, his nails digging into her thigh as she squeezed him hard, the convulsions of her second orgasm trying to draw him deeper.

He swore, rearing up, his cock twitching and pulsing hard inside her, and she felt the rush of liquid heat pouring into her as he came, his thick tail lashing the tiled floor, a deep, gutteral snarl hissing through clenched teeth. She finally calmed and relaxed enough for him to slide back out, spent and panting for breath, watching with an ecstacy numbed mind as thick semen slowly dribbled out of her quivering pussy, dripping in thick rivulets to the tiles. She stayed in place, face down, ass up, panting for breath, her long, soft ears limp across the tiles either side of her head. Her antennae glowed brightly and the underside of her of tufted tail was matted from sex.

'Do you need a hand getting up?' Tristan asked after a long moment of admiring her rear.

'I'm going to stay like this for a few minutes to increase my chances of pregnancy.' She replied, her voice thick and sleepy as she basked in the afterglow.

He cocked his head, a thought ocurring to him. He had almost forgotten to tell her about his morning's exploits. He gently ran his hands over her butt and shuffled forward again, his knees either side of her. He leaned back over her, the icy rain of water prickling across the thick, leathery skin of his back, cooling him down. He kissed the back of her head and slid and arm beneath her.

'That reminds me. While you were at work, I paid a visit to the local Sangaardian clinic and made a, er, donation...' He said a little sheepishly. He had never been a sperm doner in his life. He had never even considered it, at least not until he met Lia and she had decided that she wanted him to be the father of her children. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, surprised. 'I ship out the day after tomorrow. I made it so that you're the only one who can get access to my sperm and use it. You know, incase we don't get a chance to meet up again for whatever reason.'

She smiled at him, joy blossoming in her breast, 'You did that for me?'

He nodded, not feeling any less embarassed about it, 'I did. Your copy of the paper work is on your bedside table.'

She twisted beneath him so that she was facing him properly and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands sliding up his biceps to his shoulders. He had agreed to be her Sire, had given her access to his medical records to help reassure her of her decision and that had led to two weeks of the best sex she had ever had. Now, he had given her full access to his genetics. She teared up and pulled him close, planting kisses all across his snout, face and eyeridges.

'You're the best.' She purred happily.

'I don't know if it's allowed, what with our relationship being what it is, but... can I know my children? I just don't want to be like my old man and be a parent in title and genetics only.' He babbled.

She placed a finger against his mouth and gently kissed his nose, 'I would love nothing more.'