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Kyra didn't mind the warmth of the summer months, but her favorite time to jog was in the middle of the spring, when the air was still nice and cool throughout the day.

In the summer, she had to wake up a little earlier and hit the trail before the sweltering heat of the afternoons made it unpleasant for her to work up such a sweat.

"After that many miles, it sure would be a shame if my breakfast wasn't ready for me!" she called out, announcing her presence as she walked through the front door of the house. She was still panting quietly when she closed the door behind her, but she hoped to distract her lovers with the playful and boisterous entrance.

She was delighted to see that Gavin was hard at work, manning the stove, but she didn't expect to see so much of him when she stepped through the living room.

"It's almost done," Trish mentioned. She was leaned against the wall, enjoying the show more than she was helping. "I put the boy to work; I wanted to see if his pancakes were up to my standard."

"And...?" Kyra asked.

"He's doing well enough, but I think he'd feel a little more comfortable if he had an apron."

Flipping a couple of the fluffy, golden cakes with a spatula, Gavin looked back over his shoulder and Kyra and smiled. He gestured to a small plate of bacon to the side of the stovetop in case she was too hungry to wait for the stack of pancakes to climb. "It's a little too warm for clothes today, anyway," he suggested. "Not that you would have let me wear them, anyway."

Trish smirked. "And I don't hear you complaining, so..."

Kyra shook her head as she stepped through the living room and into the kitchen. "What am I gonna do with the two of you? Can't even trust you to make breakfast without getting all hot and bothered," she teased. "And I am very familiar with hot and bothered."

She stroked a pair of fingertips through the flowing tresses of Trish's long, silvery hair and stole a kiss from her vixen, knowing that Gavin wouldn't be able to keep his focus on the food with such a passionate display right behind him. His eyes continued to drift, but he was smart enough to reach forth and turn the knob on the front of the stove, putting out the flames as the last batch of pancakes cooked to golden perfection.

As long, warm tongues danced upon each other and Trish gave her lover a subtle gasp of praise, Gavin frantically started piling the pancakes on a plate beside the oven; he didn't want them to burn, but he didn't want to miss a moment of the show.

Even with his hips turned away from the girls, his cock was already sneaking past the edge of what his body could hide, as it started growing out from the warm confines of his sheath.

"I think you're a bit more on the hot side of things," Trish pointed out, as their lips finally parted for a moment. "And it's got me bothered...you should really get yourself into the shower, Kyra."

Waking up straight from a sleep and going for a run in the heat meant that Kyra's scent was a bit stronger than normal, but Trish was _definitely_exaggerating, just to be a tease.

Wrinkling her muzzle and walking right past Trish with a lifted tail, Kyra cupped a paw under the tender, soft fluff upon Gavin's sack and gave him a playful fondle, skipping the more casual greetings that she could have offered him.

"I'm sorry if my scent is a little too much for you," she looked back at Trish and stuck her tongue out, before turning back to Gavin with it still between her fangs. In contrast to her forward, sensual greeting, her look was almost goofy, and nothing short of adorable. "But I bet Gavin doesn't mind at all."

At the very start of his introduction to the pack, Gavin would have melted into a puddle just from feeling Kyra's warmth so close to his own.

With months gone by and more experience on his side, he only let out a quiet, eager gasp as he shifted in her palm, unable to ignore the delight of her skillful touch on his orbs. "I can hardly smell it over the food," he admitted, "But what I'm getting is quite lovely, Kyra..."

This time, it was the husky who ended up just a little bashful. She giggled at his flattering words and gave his sack another delicate squeeze in reply, but Gavin kept taking her by surprise as he set the spatula down on the counter and turned to face her.

"You know you don't have to sweet talk me to get your morning kiss, Gavin," she assured him. "Not that I mind all of the extra affection, of course..."

"I didn't think you would."

Trish watched closely, her eyes widening with interest as Gavin went past the point of the kiss and dodged under Kyra's muzzle instead, pressing the end of his muzzle into the top of her cleavage. The husky did her best not to moan, but a quiet whimper of delight slipped past her lips as Gavin kissed into the warm, tender flesh at the top of her breasts and slowly worked his way down, into the widening gap of her sports bra.

The purest, sweetest notes of her scent had gathered between her breasts, leaving Gavin drunk with lust as the tip of his tongue flickered through that gap. His length was already starting to grow with an easy pace, but Kyra yelped in surprise as she felt it poking the inside of her thigh with sudden, throbbing excitement.

"Looks like we might want to wait on that shower after all," Trish recommended. She stepped right into the fray and hugged Kyra from behind, cupping the underside of her breasts and resting her chin on her lover's shoulder; she wanted to watch every long, slow drag of Gavin's tongue in the warm cleavage. "No doubt in my mind that the two of you are gonna make an even bigger mess before this is all said and done."

Kyra shuddered in the sudden embrace and looked down at an eager Gavin, unable to keep her moans under control at such a forward act. "But...b-breakfast is gonna g-get cold," she reminded them. Her protest, while truthful, was completely devoid of a backbone, meant only to see how dedicated Gavin was to his craft.

Just hearing the whimper in her voice seemed to spur him on, no matter what the words were.

"I don't think any of us are worried about that," Trish suggested. She pressed her nose into the back of Kyra's ear and whispered right over the tender spot, knowing that the sensitive husky would melt into her paws if she kept it up. "You're putting off so much heat that it won't be a problem!"

Returning the lewd gesture that Kyra used on Gavin before, Trish reached past the underside of her tail and cupped the mound of her womanhood through her tight, tiny shorts, feeling both the natural warmth that radiated from her sex, and the extra heat that came along with a satisfying workout.

She'd need a little extra attention from Gavin to cool down, but Trish was already staring at his cock with a greedy eye; long before Kyra made it back from her jog, the vixen had already decided what she was really having for breakfast.

"Trish, t-that...that's too much!" Kyra whined out loud and did all that she could to stay upright, but her tired, quivering legs would bring her to the floor any minute, if she wasn't given a break.

She knew that one wasn't coming, but somewhere ahead, there would be glorious, blissful relief.

"A little too hot for you, my dear?" Trish asked, keeping her teasing voice right at the base of Kyra's earlobe. "Why don't you strip down like the rest of us, then? Would probably be an easy way to cool off, don't you think?"

"I need more than that," Kyra admitted. Sexual frustration was already pouring over her expression like the sweat from her brow, and Gavin peering up from between her breasts wasn't helping that problem; his gaze simply melted her. "Need him to put that tongue to work somewhere else..."

Trish captured the stare of the fox and smirked. "I don't suppose you mind if I change up the menu on you just a bit, baby?"

Gavin didn't even take the time pull his tongue back before shaking his head, leaving a slathered mess of saliva across Kyra's chest. "_Mrnn..._n-nu uh," he replied, finding himself both too comfortable to leave his current position, and too eager to try something new to stay there.

The girls didn't mind helping him make an impossible decision, as Trish tugged down at the hips of Kyra's shorts and pushed them down to the floor, revealing a long, thin strand of feminine arousal at the crotch of her panties. The husky slumped down with the touch, and clumsily, Gavin did his best to stay in place, but Kyra was already on the move again.

"You can play with those anytime, foxy," Kyra reminded him, and she earnestly hoped that he would take her up on that offer. "But you won't get this kinda heat from me just any old time."

With the couch just nearby, and presenting a much more comfortable surface than the hard, unforgiving floor, Trish and Kyra leaned that way, and Gavin, still as buried in the husky's breasts as he could be, began to tumble with them.

As Gavin fell to the side with an awkward chuckle, he watched the husky descend on him in a rapid pounce, straddling right over the end of his muzzle. Her warmth completely overwhelmed him, but it was the delightfully heavy aroma that came from her petals that took his lust to new heights; a small trickle of precum spilled from the tip of his cock just from the scent alone, and Trish was right there to slurp it from the underside of his shaft as she approached it, crawling toward his lap.

"Good thing he landed on the couch," Trish murmured, teasing Kyra one more time before she focused on Gavin's twitching, sensitive length. "Might have knocked the poor boy out if his head hit the floor, instead!"

"I dunno if that would have stopped me," Kyra confessed. Her hips were already starting to roll, and though he was surprised by the rapid pace, Gavin was keeping up admirably with a quick press of the tongue. "I f-fucking need some relief, Trish...g-gotta fuck his t-tongue..."

Trish was moving a little slower: she took her time deliberately, allowing the moisture between her petals to soak the very tip of Gavin's member as she moved toward it. She held the pulsing shaft in her paw and gave it a few soft, easing strokes before guiding the tapered head inside of her.

"Do whatever you need to relieve yourself, lover. We know that Gavin won't mind one bit," Trish reminded her. "He's become quite the adept little foxy, hasn't he?"

As the silver vixen eased herself onto Gavin's length with a careless, easy pace, Kyra grabbed the delicate velvet of his earlobes and held them tight in her grasp, needing something to grab onto when his tongue got to work. "You must be keeping him busy at the office, if you know w-what I mean," she teased. "Every time I get a chance to play with him, he..._nnngh..._he's even better than he was before!"

The girls had both done their part over the last few months, helping to mold Gavin into a lover that wasn't just passionate and eager, but genuinely caring, as well. They were always happy to meet his needs, and in turn, he wanted to do whatever it took to keep them satisfied.

As he'd learned early on, however, Trish and Kyra had _extremely_high sex drives, and keeping them happy consumed more time than his actual job; he preferred the payments from his private work, however.

"Don't think I haven't noticed his increased endurance," Trish pointed out. Just from the first dip onto his member, she'd completely soaked it through with her natural juices, but there was a hint of effort in her expression; Gavin was just the right size for her inner walls, but that meant feeling a little too full on the first pass. "You've been working him out in a few ways, haven't you?"

Kyra looked back over her shoulder at the vixen and smirked. "Guilty," she quickly admitted, struggling to keep her breathing under control. "He's just so good at pumping that cock into me...and he lasts a little longer every time."

"And what about his tongue?"

"He's learned a t-thing or two," Kyra replied. "I'm sure I have you to thank for that?"

"Let it be known that I'm a brilliant teacher," Trish joked. "But it takes a willing student, and he has been very willing to put that tongue between my thighs and..._mnn..._d-do whatever I ask of him..."

Kyra's ears perked at that. "Whatever you ask, hm? So if I told him to focus on my cli-

Gavin took the initiative from her words and brought it to life, as the flat of his tongue pressed over the tiny, sensitive bud and swirled about in wide, slow circles. His touch was impressively soft, at first, but as he moved closer and closer to the center, he added a little more pressure. He kept the pace uneven, so Kyra could never guess when he was going to add a little more weight to the back of his tongue, and finally, her body went stiff upon his muzzle, paralyzed by the skillful trick.

Watching with inward pride at Gavin's progress, Trish rewarded him in a silent way by picking up her own pace, bucking at his length with strong, eager hips.

"I'd tell you to give him more of a challenge than that," Trish murmured, "But it seems to me that he's already gotten the better of you, hasn't he?"

Reaching from her seat, Trish cupped Kyra's breasts once more and squeezed them tight, pressing her digits into the pliable flesh. The husky sucked in a sharp gasp, but even when her own fangs sunk against her lower lip, she couldn't fight off the start of her climax.

She didn't want to admit it, but even when she tried to make Trish work for that sound, Gavin suckled gently at her clitoral hood and utterly shattered her attempts to remain silent.

"Nnyeah, h-he's...he's making me cum," Kyra finally admitted, despite her efforts to keep those words under wraps. Her head tossed back as she cried out, her words echoing off the ceiling and filling the quiet halls of the house in the early morning. "But he's n-not gonna get the better of me...j-just...fucking watch! Nnyes!"

The excess moisture of her orgasm was already spilling over the bridge of his muzzle and filling his nostrils with the purest extract of her scent, but he could already smell something a little more coming through as his tongue spread her folds apart that much wider.

He moved it back under her entrance just in time to feel a splash of golden warmth upon the tip, and instinctively, he swallowed it toward the back of his mouth, trying to keep it from spilling over the couch.

Trish grinned wide as she heard Gavin's quiet, pleasured moans become completely muffled by the sound of him drinking up a different kind of breakfast from the husky. "I see what you mean," she said, watching with sharpened eyes as tiny streams began to trickle over the side of his cheeks; there was no way he could contain it all, with Kyra rolling her hips so ferociously. "But if you're not gonna hold back, n-neither am I..."

Her own climax was quieter, but she still let out a high, eager whimper of delight as she released the pressure on her bladder. Gavin's length was already soaked, but a different moisture began spilling out at the base and spreading over his lap as she marked his body twice in one fell swoop.

If he weren't so eagerly drinking up the blessing that Kyra offered him, Gavin would have joined in the chorus of moans that was filling the living room. He wanted to give Trish some kind of warning that he was already on the verge of a climax; her peeing on his shaft was all it took to push him over that edge, but the weight of his knot against her folds was all the warning that she needed.

In a state of blissful, orgasmic relaxation, Trish was able to take the bulb easily into her womanhood. She squirmed her way down around it as her own release continued to flood over the base of his tummy, but inside of her, the last of the juices were finally being released as Gavin poured his cum into her womb.

"Oh! He...h-he really likes this, Kyra..." Trish stammered, feeling the sheer force of his climax as long, thin strands of vulpine seed sprayed up into her passage. "He's throbbing so f-fucking hard...I think...I think I'm cumming again! Fuck!"

Kyra was having trouble deciding which show to watch, but as the last trickles of her urine spilled into the back of Gavin's throat, she took a glance over her shoulder at Trish and watched the feverish pleasure that crept over her expression. "Looks like you two were enjoying yourselves a little too much," the husky pointed out, seeing their bodies tied together at the crotch. "Gonna be like that for a while, I assume?"

The pair of foxes were exhausted, but nodding eagerly as Kyra slowly picked herself up from the couch. Her thighs were still quivering as she made her way back into the kitchen, where she found the food that Gavin worked so hard on had gone cold.

"Milk him for every drop he's worth," Kyra ordered to her vixen lover. She flashed a quick wink and looked down at Gavin, seeing his chest rise and fall with the bliss of his release. "And let me worry about breakfast."