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Irving hadn't been able to come over after his own long day at the office, and when he arrived, he was too tuckered out from putting in a hard day's work to do much more than snuggle up to Bridgette and comfort her with his presence as he slept by her side.

That might not have seemed quite so profound, but if Bridgette had told him the whole truth, he might still be awake, holding her with greater intensity and pumping his hips into her body, like she'd hoped he would.

"Should have just told him," she whispered to herself, giving proper cadence to the concept of how quiet a mouse could be, especially when having a conversation with themselves. "He probably would have loved to hear about it, honestly, and now he's out like a light..."

In her line of work, Bridgette was lucky enough to be able to do her job from just about anywhere, and in the middle of a pandemic, she was one of the few who benefitted from the solitude. Even before the virus began its terrible spread, she was the kind who preferred to do her job from home, and only on rare occasions did she ever go into an office or work on the servers with a direct interface.

After the time she ended up wrapped up in wires and was almost happened upon, completely naked, she was that much more hesitant to go to a jobsite...but from the privacy of her own home, the little technophile could play with wires all day and get paid for it, all while being a genuinely useful and helpful member of the team, and society at large.

That she decided to spend the entire afternoon thinking about knots was her prerogative, and all day long, she was tempted to text Irving about her thoughts. She knew the canine would be delighted to hear it, but as much as she enjoyed using technology to get off, she was still hesitant about sending such thoughts over the phone, knowing that almost anything that made it onto a network could become permanent.

She almost snapped the picture of her four fingers going into her womanhood as she tried to simulate the impressive and simply _delicious_weight of his knot, having only experienced it properly a couple of times before...but the fantasy and her fingertip surrogate could never compare to the girth and pressure of the real thing.

The real thing, of course, was only inches away from her body, hidden in the depths of a warm, cozy sheath; that same sheath was bumping against her lower back as the canine spooned her, and temptations continued to dominate her sleepless thoughts.

She knew he would have put in the effort to please her if she'd only said the word, but she knew how tired he was when he first came over. With dinner in a sack instead of cooking something fancy, there was no hiding his exhaustion, but he'd been asleep for a few hours at that point, and Bridgette wasn't going to fall asleep without getting off.

Her palm was resting against her clit, rolling in a tiny circle as her fingertips worked at her pouted folds, but the mouse knew she wouldn't be content with working herself to a cheap, quick orgasm...not when she'd already given herself a pair of those earlier.

For whatever reason, her body decided that the only way she was going to get any sleep was to tackle the very thing that had dominated her thoughts all day; she was ready to listen to her mortal coil and do as it asked, but as her dry paw reached back and felt around the blankets, she didn't know for sure if Irving was up to the task.

Finding his sheath with the tip of her thumb, the mouse was determined to keep her canine boyfriend asleep for as long as she could, but sneaking out from under his thick, comforting arm was a difficult task. Moving as slowly and evenly as she could, Bridgette lifted slightly and turned, but she kept her palm on her clit and pressed in a little harder when she saw the naked, exposed end of the housing.

Open just enough for the pinkish-red tip of his canine member to emerge, Bridgette gazed upon it with a covetous stare, and for a moment, she thought that might be enough: drool gathered at her lower lip and pooled over as she looked up the heated flesh, imagining the weight of it against her pubic mound.

It was a shocking thrill, and though it forced her to bite down on her lower lip to stifle a groan, she could already tell that her fingers simply wouldn't cut it, no matter what visual aids she was given.

She knew what a risk she was taking when she pushed her thumb further into that opening, but she couldn't help herself any longer: seeing an immediate reaction from his length, as it jumped further out of the sheath and pushed into her digits only bolstered her confidence, and in seconds, she was cupping the tapered tip of his length with a sneaky grin, realizing that she was learning plenty about herself in the process.

"Is it so bad if this is...r-really fucking hot?" she whispered, keeping her voice so subtle that even the sensitive ears of a canine wouldn't quite perk to it. "Is it worse if I want you to stay asleep and just...have you pretend that this is a really s-sweet dream?"

Unable to know for sure if Irving was actually asleep, Bridgette knew she could move forward with the act: they'd talked about this kind of thing before, and she wasn't crossing into forbidden territory, even when it felt like she was.

Knowing that he was unconscious enough not to react when she squeezed the tip of his cock in time with the push of her fingers within herself, she felt terribly naughty, but the dripping juices against the heel of her wrist told the story of how much she was enjoying that fact.

It was just another of the behaviors that Irving was teaching her to embrace about herself.

She'd lived such a scenario before in plenty of virtual reality simulators and dating games, but this was her first time crossing such a line in the real world, exploring the sleeping body of a living being. "He's really starting to throb...his body is responding, but he's still asleep..." she whispered to herself, quietly amazed at just how heavy of a pulse she could feel in her palm as she held his cock. "I wonder what he'll do when I finally get him out of these..."

Her panties and his boxers were in the way, and if there was even a hint of light in the room, they would have told the story of an impressive bulge of his, and a soaking patch of arousal against hers.

Shimmying out of her underwear was easy enough, and spreading her thighs a little wider was delightfully liberating, but getting his briefs down far enough to no longer be a problem was proving to be the next challenge for Bridgette; it was more of a regret that she had to release the enticing flesh of his cock, but a genuine challenge to hook her thumbs into the waistline of his tight, clenching boxers and slide them down, tick by tick, until the tip of his member was exposed again.

She didn't want anything in the way, but she'd counted off nearly a full minute since she started pulling, and only then was the waistline of his briefs settled below the edge of his sack. Full, heavy orbs enticed her with their weight, but she needed to go a little further still before she was safe to dive in and make herself at home.

That, of course, wasn't enough to stop her from kissing the soft, pliable sack and moving her lips around on the spot, or giggling when she felt that same skin going taut at her playful attention.

"Knew you loved it when I played with your balls," she claimed, her voice picking up dominant steam and confidence. "I'll have to tie you up some time and just mess with those for a while...keep you all wrapped up in wires while I inspect your hardware..."

She was a computer geek and a technophile through and through; even her dirty talk wasn't spared from mentions of technology.

"Speaking of hardware..."

The tip of Irving's length was still emerging, and behind it, the enticing inches of his length quickly followed, with the heated flesh moving over Bridgette's forehead. She tried to silence her giggle, but the ticklish sensation left her lips to quiver and vibrate the sound over his sack...forcing another quick jump from his growing shaft.

She wouldn't be able to get to the knot quite so easily, but she was enjoying the process of coaxing it out and taking her time, getting to know Irving more intimately than she ever had before.

It wasn't that they hadn't taken time with each other as a couple, but this time, the only pressure was keeping the canine asleep: there was no fear of performance or doing something right or wrong when he couldn't speak up, and anything truly untoward, his body would let her know about before it became a problem.

Judging by the tiny spurt of precum that dribbled down her cheek, she was doing just fine so far, but she'd given up plenty moisture of her own without any proper reward...and a kinky idea was crossing her mind.

"You've never mentioned wanting to see me taste my own juices before," she said, her voice soft and teasing as she switched her paws about. The one that was soaked with her arousal wrapped around his shaft as the full length was finally presented to her, but she only gave enough of a stroke to spread her liquid desire about his flesh before she put her lips to better use than naughty words.

Going from the warm, soft flesh of his sack, she pushed her short, narrow muzzle against the underside of his shaft and traced the thick, pulsing veins, dragging her tongue through the mess of her own natural lubrication.

"Wish you'd said something earlier," she breathlessly moaned into his shaft, putting on a display that would have left him speechless, if he were awake to enjoy it. "I taste amazing...and it's even better when I get to lick it off of you..."

A subtle trail of spittle replaced the juices that were there before, but by the time she reached the tip, there was another mess to deal with: his precum was spilling in greater volume, but she was more than happy to seal her lips over the tip and guide it into her maw, moving with greater haste than she properly realized.

It wasn't until Irving shifted in his sleep that she went completely still: stiff as a board and wide-eyed, she watched his lips smack and his body start to shift, but his eyes never opened.

Lucky for her, he stayed rolled over on his side, and when his body went still once more, she let her sigh of relief pour right over his shaft in a warm, soothing breath.

Dunno what I'm so nervous about, she pondered. Like he's really gonna be upset that I woke him up by sucking his cock...

They'd discussed the possibility plenty of times before, and there were always jokes of a wake-up call on weekends when the pair were sleeping in, but as she thought it over, she realized that this would be the first time she'd actually gone through with it, if she ended up waking him up.

She could only hope that she'd be able to finish the task before he woke up, but some part of her quietly wanted him to wrap his arms around her without warning and take her.

Dunno where these thoughts are coming from, either. Never felt this way about another person before...plenty of machines and games, but to want a man to just wake up and take me like this?

Her thoughts were flooding into reality as she continued bobbing her head slowly on the tip of his length, but already, her backside started wiggling with anticipation, knowing it would be put to use in the process of teasing an orgasm out of the sleeping dog.

She wouldn't stop until she found a way to feel his knot inside of her, and that meant doing a fantastic job of lubing him up before she went ahead with the next step.

"Such a messy boy," she murmured, pulling back just a little and watching a strand of his precum spill from her lips in the low lights of their charging smartphones. "Has it really been that long since you've gotten off? You're leaking like a faucet..."

Her paw came to rest at the base of his cock ad held it steady, just above the knot that she was after...but the other paw wrapped around the covered bulge, knowing it was hiding just a little bit deeper in his sheath.

She'd work it out in due time, but right then, she held steady over the head and opened her maw wide; her tongue pressed against the underside and the roof of her mouth to the topside, and there, she waited.

Her womanhood was buzzing with arousal as she allowed her spittle to drip down, spilling over every inch of his shaft and soaking him thoroughly, but her fingertips stayed right where they were, loving the deep, internal pulse of his member and the strength that she felt behind his knot.

It was more than enough to inspire her tail to join in the fun, as the prehensile length swung forward and worked between the petals of her sex, spreading them with all the width of a lesser cock.

She couldn't remember the last time she resorted to using her tail; it felt dirty in the best way.

"Don't you see what you're doing to me?" she asked, speaking with her lips utterly soaked by her own saliva. Every word kissed a little more juice onto his flesh, until she could feel a plentiful flood reaching the digits at the base. "What you've already done to me?"

I wasn't like this before...a slave to my desires...helpless to resist that thick, huge fucking knot...

Even in her own head, her voice was laced with a certain level of pressure, moving beyond what she would have considered a _normal_tone. She was always worried about things feeling organic in bed with other people, but as she dropped her mouth around the soaking rod against and moaned with the weight of her mouthful, she found she wasn't forcing anything.

Every noise that came from her tight, tiny throat was natural; a praise that she wanted him to hear, even when her voice fell on sleeping ears.

I know I can't take your knot in my throat, but if I could, I would, she thought. I'd let you fuck my face and tie with my mouth...pour every drop right into my stomach...

It was a thought process that was there before, but it was never present for another living creature; she didn't think that creatures in online games counted, as many times as she'd imagined deep throating the plentiful tendrils of a monster or beast while she fought it.

This time, there was no pretending, and no ignoring her internal dialogue. She went deeper still, making absolutely sure that his cock was dripping with heated spit, and finally, she pushed her luck just a little too far once more...

...Irving was moving, and if she didn't pull away, she was going to be flipped right over by his length.

Shitshitshitshit

Gasping aloud and immediately covering her face with both paws, Bridgette leaned back and watched as Irving groaned in his sleep and rolled once more, this time going flat on his back.

His member was pointing straight up at the ceiling, and for a moment, Bridgette could only imagine that she was being invited to become queen of the mountain.

"Hmrnf...mnnrlf...nnnz."

His voice could only manage nonsense, and that left Bridgette with just enough relief to let out another sigh of the same. She'd cut it close a few too many times already, but this time, she wasn't going to stop, even if he woke up the moment she moved into the next step.

All told, what he'd just done was perfect: Bridgette would have been happy to roll into Irving's side and rock herself back and forth on his length, but without his help, that position almost never would have given her the knotting she was after.

Flat on his back, the only way he'd be keeping it from her was if he woke up, but she still couldn't imagine he'd have to think twice about what a pleasant wake up call that would be.

"Not sure what all that means," she teased, hearing the words and letting out a final giggle. "But I'm gonna assume it's your way of inviting me to take the best seat in the house...why else would you have rolled onto your back? I've never seen you sleep like that."

Without a blanket to hide it, his erection was twitching at the air and glistening with the impressive coat of saliva she'd poured over it. With each second that passed, she was giving him back just a little time, wanting him to be able to last a while before she finally took the knot; it wasn't just the finale that interested her, but the entire performance...and they were just getting to the third, pivotal act.

His part was easy: asleep and drifting off with the most pleasant of dreams, Irving stayed flat on his back as Bridgette stood up in the bed. She moved across his lap, but she didn't straddle it just yet, preferring to stand over the impressive length of his cock and simply admire it for a moment...

...Looking straight down, even when she was standing upright, she barely had to squat to kiss her dripping petals against the tapered member.

"How I've ever been able to t-take this whole thing is a mystery," she admitted. "Even to me...and I'm the one who j-just keeps...taking more and more of it...e-every time..."

Squatting with such perfect technique that she could have passed for a fitness instructor, Bridgette clenched her backside tight and moved lower still, welcoming the first few inches of his lubricated cock into her womanhood with practiced ease...but that didn't mean that the pressure was anything less than overwhelming.

No matter how many times she took his dick, or how well her insides learned the shape and feel of it, she didn't know that she'd ever get used to just how completely full she was inside when she moved past the tip.

"Still just...j-just a bit to go," her voice wobbled as she kept it quiet, but she was losing the ability to control her tone as her insides stretched and her inner muscles clenched.

As much control as she had over her inner walls, she felt like she lost every bit of it when she was dealing with Irving, and it wouldn't have been the first time that she'd been riding him slow and easy, only to feel the unexpected pressure and flood of an orgasm...but it was never his.

This time, as she recognized that internal flutter and the rapid gain of her heart rate, she held still on his shaft and focused instead on the strain in her knees as she lowered herself; it bought her just enough time to breathe aloud and hesitate, talking herself down from the edge.

"No...I d-don't fucking care if I can d-do it more than once...I don't want the little one," she said aloud, and once more, her voice grew in volume, but even then, Irving was still motionless in the bed, save for the twitch and pulse of his length as she continued lowering herself onto it. "I want t-the fucking big one...the one that makes me f-forget how to fucking walk..."

It was rare that Bridgette found herself with a sexual partner who could give her such a climax; Irving was one of the few men to ever experience such a thing with her, as almost every other occurrence came while she was balancing a pair of toys in her womanhood and her tailhole, all while properly immersed in a virtual reality game.

Knowing that Irving could get her there, without even being awake, was making it that much harder for her to ignore the growing sensations. She knew she was riding his length on borrow time, and her dull, short claws raked against the blankets as she curled her toes into the covers, looking for any method to delay the inevitable.

Her approach was working for the few seconds that it could, but she was locked in a deep conflict with herself, and her womanhood was eager to feel the rest of his shaft right away, even if it sacrificed the larger orgasm before the weight of his knot had a chance to seep inside of her.

"Fucking legs...g-giving out on me..."

Her toes uncurled as she rolled forth and dropped to her knees, taking another large portion of the canine's member inside and forcing her to throw her paws around her muzzle again; she was still screaming into her fingers as she dropped so suddenly, but it was only the subtlest hint of discomfort, like stuffing the contents of a box just past the brink of what it was made for.

On the other side of that discomfort was a pleasure that kept her trembling in place, and for that effort of vibrating on his length alone, she could feel the bulge of his knot teasing at her petals, eager to get in on the action.

After spending so much time getting to the peak of the action, Bridgette was doing everything she could to draw out the waning moments of the act, but as she bit her lower lip and strained on her lover's flesh, she could already feel the first tremors of a release building up, even before she was able to welcome the front of the knot inside of her womanhood.

She'd need just a little more time and relaxation to fit the whole thing inside, but she was racing the growing pace of her pleasure, and she didn't have any help from Irving...but she did have the pleasure of pride: knowing that she was able to draw his knot toward her body when he wasn't even conscious to enjoy the romp spoke to a level of skill that she didn't know she had, until she'd experienced it in that moment.

The burst of confidence that came along with that knowledge wasn't enough to delay her release any longer, but it took some of the pressure off of her movements; that was pivotal to her ability to take the full width of his knot, and as she gave up on resisting her own release, she settled further in, allowing her soaking petals to kiss against that lump for the first time, that night.

What seemed like fireworks at the time was only the burning of the fuse...but it was a terribly short fuse, and feeling her folds spread wider and wider at that lump, Bridgette quickly realized that what she'd felt was only the first delicate ripple in the pond.

The thunderous waves followed with unexpected intensity and volume, leaving her to throw her head back and pretend that she wasn't going to cry out...but Irving wouldn't be able to sleep through such an incredible show.

She didn't know when he'd woken up, and with her head tossed back regardless, she didn't see one of his eyes peek open, drinking in the sight of her slender body, the outline of his cock against the slim lines of her tummy, and the rapid, tantalizing bounce of her breasts as she worked herself into a frenzy.

Pretending to stay asleep was proving a difficult task when such an incredible sight was waiting for him, but he didn't want to spook her in the middle of her release. His grunts were so much quieter than her own that she couldn't possibly hear them, or the quiet rattling of the bed as she put the frame through a workout.

How he could possibly be asleep was beyond her understanding, but resisting the continued, overwhelming waves of pleasure that rattled her form overshadowed any other thoughts she could hope to process.

"Gonna c-cum...g-get the hell in there, damn it!"

Genuine frustration took her stare as she looked down between her legs and gave a legitimate push , throwing herself down with such force that the knot began the deliciously slow sink...but she was already in the midst of her climax.

There was no turning back, whether she was able to welcome the entire bulge inside before she hit her peak or not.

"Just a little more...c-come on, Irving, shove the whole f-fucking thing in me!"

She didn't know that he'd recently stirred awake; if she did, she would have been furious that he wasn't giving her any extra assistance, but feeling the weight of the knot moving just a little further inside, she knew she was going to be flooded with his mess any second.

As far as she knew, it was possible for someone to have an orgasm in their sleep, but this was taking that idea to a new extreme, and one she couldn't imagine going any further without his knowing.

The messy squelch of her inner thighs slapping against his lap as she finally welcomed the whole knot, and the squealing, muffled whimper of her orgasmic bliss filled the room, even when her fingertips clamped around the sides of her face.

Nothing could keep Irving from hearing that, or the subtle trickle of a squirting orgasm as she released her juices upon his crotch, mere seconds before the burst of his cum flooded her womb and left the tiniest bulge at the base of her tummy.

"_Ooofuck..._s-so much cum, Irving...that's so much! Where have you been keeping it all?!"

The panicked, repeated curses that flew from her mouth were a desperate ploy to keep her from crying out; the soundproofing in her apartment was impressive, but people on the other side of town would hear her screaming with climactic bliss if she'd howled out with everything that she truly felt.

Even the muted, stifled version was enough to draw a reaction from Irving, as he did his best to pretend that his eyes were flickering open...but his timing was off, and the head of the mouse threw forward with a panting, exhausted glare just seconds after he attempted his fake.

For being in the throes of such passion and still actively squirting out her own ejaculate onto his body, the mouse was immediately still, and her nerves forced an internal clench stronger than any she'd offered before; his knot would need to come down before they had any chance of pulling apart, but as she felt another pulse and a flood of his juices inside, she got the impression that he wanted to move about as much as she did.

"...How...h-how long have you been awake, Irving?"

It was tough to look innocent when you were naked. It was _impossible_when you were panting quietly and enjoying the waves of an orgasm that you weren't supposed to know about.

"Couple...maybe five minutes?" he suggested, genuinely unsure. "Long enough to know that you were really in the mood to get knotted, anyway..."

Right then, Bridgette took solace only in the fact that her paws were covering her face, and the room was dark enough to obscure any further details.

With any shift of her weight, however, the otherwise silent room filled with the messy sounds of their coupling, and within, she could feel the weight of his yield sloshing about, tickling the confines of her womb and leaving her in a terrible juxtapose.

She'd loved every single moment of what she'd done, and quietly, she had an inkling that he'd been awake for at least a little bit of the act, but she'd properly let her guard down and said things that she'd never been able to bring herself to say around another living being before.

Despite all of that, Irving's smile wasn't condescending or teasing, like she worried it might be: it was genuine and small, as if he was just a little bit shy about what she'd done, as well.

He's not just like me, but maybe...maybe he can be bashful from time to time, she theorized. Who would have thought that I could ever make him shy about something?

That would have been an accomplishment by itself, beyond taking the comparatively huge knot of his member...but clenching upon it once more and shuddering, Bridgette realized what an effort she'd already put forth.

Most importantly, she came to remember what was keeping her awake in the first place, and now that the sleep was in her eyes, she could only lean forward with Irving's help; he'd seen the exhaustion in her timid expression, and rolled his hips forward to guide her.

"It'll come out on its own before too long," he reminded her. "Go ahead and get some rest, if you can."

Impossible as it seemed to fall asleep with something so long, thick and warm sitting inside of her womanhood, by the time she finally did nod off, Bridgette wondered how she ever fell asleep without it, before.

**

The morning that followed was one that began with a quiet ooze and the delicate spop of a knot sliding free of Bridgette's womanhood. Her petals were stretched and terribly tender, but for his transgression of pretending to sleep, Irving had the perfect morning planned out for her.

Inspired by the cream that was still oozing from her snatch, Irving was making her a batch of cinnamon roll pancakes, complete with a frosted topping and cinnamon powder sprinkled on top...and for her sore, aching bottom and bodice, a cold pack was waiting on the chair in the kitchen.

"I thought the way to a man's heart was through his stomach," she claimed, as she dragged her sleepy paws across the kitchen floor and nudged into his arm, still flustered by what had happened the night before.

She was barely awake when she curled up at the table, but the scent of pancakes brought a smile to her face: the warmth of the plate in front of her nearly put her back to sleep, and the peck of an affectionate kiss atop her head ended up being the nail in the coffin as she drifted back to rest in front of her favorite breakfast.

I'll warm it back up for her later, Irving thought. After what she did for me, it's the least I can do for her...