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A Playful, Passionate, PTA Meeting

"This is the project that your children worked on, together. The ancient tale of the First Ones and the love that was shared between the wolf and the lioness. Hehe, now I wonder, why in the world they chose THAT legend?"

It was PTA night at Helaku Grade School. Parents of children from every grade had come to attend the gathering and see for themselves, the progress that their children were making in each of their classes. Night and Mhina were in attendance and were in the classroom of their youngest children, Blaze and Kit. The children had been given an assignment in which they were to select a moment in history and create a presentation based on their research into their chosen topic. It was not at all surprising to their teacher, when the boys decided to do their research on the legend of the First Ones and a fabled love between the first wolf and first lioness. The romance they shared was a direct mirror of the relationship between their parents and older brother. As there were, of course, no photos or even illustrations of the ancients, the children placed photos of the couple onto a brightly colored billboard with assorted notes tacked on beside them. Night and Mhina had even dressed for the part, wearing traditional cloth, buckskin and leather garments that reflected the heritage of each.

"Ah," Mhina said, as she examined her children's presentation, "so this is why they needed us to dress-up and act out certain poses. They would not tell us what it was for. They insisted that it was a surprise and now I know why. ...this is so lovely." she said, touching one of the photos that had been attached to the board.

"The legend of the wolf that fell in love with a lioness." Night said, with a smile. Like Mhina, he reached out and touched one of the photos and read the note beside it. "The lioness had been stolen from her home, but the wolf rescued her. He took her to his home and she lived with him and his family."

He returned his attention to the photo he had touched and smiled, even more brightly. In the picture, he was dressed in traditional buckskin trousers with a breechcloth and open vest, decorated with eagle feathers and fringed with rabbit fur and a simple pair of moccasins. He was carrying his wife, who was bound at her wrist and ankles, in his arms, as she played the part of the rescued cat.

Unlike Night, whose heritage was from Adohi, Mhina's heritage came from Panthros. Back then, just like today, the continent was largely a warm weather climate, so the people wore very little and Mhina's costume was historically accurate, to a fault. A narrow hide loincloth scantily covered the space before the junction of her legs and shapely rear, while a single strip of tempered leather cloth wrapped around her chest, firmly secured her bosom. Around her neck, she wore a beaded necklace with three crocodile teeth adorning the bottom of the authentic jewelry. With that, her costume required nothing more, and so wore nothing else. Looking at the picture, Night could not help but to become aroused as memories of that day flooded his mind.

On that day, once the children had finished taking their photos, he told them that he was going to take Mhina inside, so that they could undress and he could untie her. He carried her into the house and directly into their bedroom, locking the door behind him and laying Mhina onto their bed.

"Okay, babe," Mhina said, as she squirmed on the bed, attempting to sit up, "untie me so I can get dressed and get dinner started."

"I will." he answered, his voice dripping with lustful desire. "But, if I recall correctly, I told the boys that I was going to take you inside, get you undressed and THEN, untie you, in that order. ...right?

She was in trouble...the best kind of trouble, she thought, as she watched her overly aroused husband stalk over, but not atop her. ...it was exhilarating.

"So," she said, her own voice husky and sultry, "are you going to untie me?"

"Yes." he replied, gently taking her bound hands and raising them above her head, settling them upon a pillow. "After."

"After?" she repeated, watching him kiss her wrists, then continue downward, leaving feathery kisses along her arms on his downward trek. "After what?"

He had reached the inner part of her elbow and began to intermittently nip her, as he continued further down. "After I undress you, of course." he finally answered.

"And then," she asked, a soft moan escaping her as her mate sensuously bit her arms, "you will untie me?"

"Yes." he answered, his trail of kisses leading him to her neck, where he abandoned his kissing and left only the soft, erotic biting. "After."

She sighed with dizzying passion, as she began to lose herself in her husband's tormenting foreplay. "After?" she gasped, as he took a not-so-gentle bite of her slender neck. "After...what?" she whispered, wantonly.

He left her neck and brought his muzzle around, so that he was face to face, nose to nose with his beloved. He said nothing, his answer in his piercing violet eyes gazing into the warmth of her honey-brown eyes. She knew. They both knew. There was no need to ask. With his hand still holding her arms above her head, he placed his palm in hers and threaded their fingers. She responded, in turn, by closing her hand and nestling her husband's hand within hers. Words need not be spoken, now.

Swiftly, he found her lips and kissed her once, then twice, before delving into her mouth with deep, burning need. The kiss was aggressive and urgent. His tongue danced with hers in an erotic prelude to sweeter conquests yet to come. The two lovers kissed until their lungs burned as fiercely as the blood that rushed through their veins. The need for air demanding, Night tore his lips from hers and nuzzled her cheek while his free hand worked to undo the knot that tied the fabric that was strapped around her chest and--

"Night!" Mhina shouted to her husband.

Night blinked his eyes as he looked around and found himself standing in the children's history class with his wife and the classroom teacher looking at him. No longer was he secluded in the intimacy of his bedchamber, instead, he was now among a gaggle of proud parents that shuffled about, admiring the hard work of their children.

"Ah...sorry." he said, sheepishly, as he looked at the pair of women. "My mind was elsewhere."

"Are you alright?" Mhina asked, with concern. "You look a little flushed. Do you want to get some water?"

"Yes," he replied, wearily massaging the bridge of his muzzle. "that might be a good idea. Sorry about that." he said to the teacher.

"Think nothing of it." she replied. "Just get some rest, doctor, and feel better. I'll see you at school next week."

"Thank you. I will surely be rested by then."

The two waved the teacher, farewell, then left the room and stepped into the hallway.

"Where's the nearest water fountain?" Mhina asked, knowing that her husband, the school psychiatrist, would be able to direct them.

"There's one near the second floor restroom." he answered.

"All the way up there? They don't have any nearby?"

"They do, but I'd rather use that one."

"Alright." she said, placing her hand in his. "Lead the way."

Without another word, he led his wife to the staircase. They passed a water fountain as they went, but he still insisted that they use the one on the second floor. It was very unusual, but he knew the halls better than she. They quickly ascended the stairs and made their way to the water fountain that he wanted to use, but instead of getting a drink, he pulled her into the adjacent restroom and hastily shut the door.

"What--Night?" Mhina exclaimed, tumbling into the surprisingly spacious confines of the restroom.

Slowly, he turned to her, his eyes virtually steaming with sensual need. Her expression morphed from startled, to aroused.

"...husband," she cooed, as he moved, or rather, stalked toward her, "why are we in here? I thought you were unwell and needed water."

"I'll still have some." he said, closing the distance between them and nudging her backward until her back was against the wall. He continued to move closer, pressing his body against hers and placed his hands on the wall on either side of her face, effectively boxing her between his arms. He slowly raised his muzzle to her ear and whispered, saucily, "...after."

His words exhausted, the wolf descended upon the lioness and devoured her with heated urgency. He kissed her deeply, tasting and exploring the depths of her warm, moist mouth. She tasted sweet like honey and as warm as the blazing sun. He could never have his fill of her, he would always hunger for more.

His strong, sturdy body was pressing against her so greatly, that they felt as one. She wound her arms around his neck and somehow brought them closer. She could feel the thunder of his heart beating against her own and delighted in the sensation, as well as the feel of his arousal. He was extraordinarily erect. She could feel it pressing against her abdomen like a steel rod and wondered how they had traversed the halls without her having noticed it. He was practically tearing his pants at the seam, as his engorged member tried to escape its imprisonment. Playfully, she moved her hips against him, firing his need even greater.

A primal groan rumbled from the bottom of his loins, an unspoken declaration of his sexual desperation. "Mhina..." he whispered.

With just the utterance of her name being spoken, the lioness knew exactly what her mate wanted of her. He moved away from her slightly, just enough for her to turn about and present him with an exquisite view of her back and the series of buttons that lined the back of her dress. He wanted to tear every button from her gown, or at least unfasten them so that he could disrobe her, but there was no time. He NEEDED to bury himself deep inside her and he needed to enter her, now!

"This probably isn't the best place to be naked, anyway." he thought to himself, as he hiked up the skirt of her dress.

He gathered the flowing fabric together and bunched it up. He handed the mass to Mhina, then eagerly placed his hands on her exposed hips. He ran his hands down her thighs, then up and as he brought them back down, he hooked his thumbs underneath the top of her panties and effortlessly slid them off her hips, down her thighs and legs and when he reached her feet, she raised each one and stepped out of the thin silk garment. He balled the underwear in his palm, then shoved them into his back pocket.

"They're mine, now." he thought to himself, with a wolfish grin, as he got up and returned his hands to her hips.

Just as before, he ran his hands down her thighs, then up to her waist, but with no under garments to remove, he wrapped one arm around her waist while the other hand continued moving down, then around her belly and down to the exceedingly pleasurable place hidden between her legs. He pressed his fingers against her feminine crease and gently caressed it.

"Oh..." she moaned, leaning her head back to rest at the crook of his neck, giving him perfect access to her slender column.

He bit and nibbled at her neck while continuing his erotic ministrations. She squirmed and wriggled beneath his touch and he delighted in her every movement. It was a symbiotic exchange, his stimulating her, also excited him. As she moved about, she continually rubbed against his groin and his extremely swollen erection. It really was tearing at the seam as it protested its confinement and demanded to be released. He could no longer contain his urgency.

Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her sensuous center, to his belt which he hurriedly unbuckled. With his throbbing arousal pressing so hard against his trousers, the button of his pants was difficult to undo. He struggled with his stubborn, still-fastened trousers, before, at last, undoing the frustrating constraint, allowing him to nudge his pants down just enough to allow his eager manhood to spring out and escape to freedom. It left its containment so forcefully that it swatted Mhina's rear, startling her with its sudden assault.

"Sorry." he whispered against her ear.

"I'll forgive you, if you hurry." she replied, her body already quivering with anticipation.

He chuckled, then bit her ear and kissed her neck, drawing their foreplay out for as long as he could, until she moaned his name, her voice throaty and desperate. She was not the only one that was reaching their limit. He was pushing to restrain himself, to hold out until his body screamed for release and at that moment, it was veritably howling. No more. He could take no more.

He removed his arm form her waist to grab her hips and positioned her body for entry. Her lower half in position, he returned his arm to encircle her waist, clutched his taut appendage and pressed it against the gateway to her femininity and...

They both gasped, though unfortunately, not from pleasure, but from alarm, as they heard the door to the restroom creak upon. The very reason Night had chosen the upstairs lavatory, was because the PTA assembly was on the ground floor. There was no need for anyone to go this far to relieve themselves. With his arm still around her waist, Night lifted his wife off the ground and ducked into the nearest stall. The two held their breaths and hoped that they had been quick enough to have scurried out of sight, without having been noticed.

They could hear the sound of feet shuffling frantically on the ground. Did the new comer need to get to the toilet that badly? Then, they heard hushed voices, two of them, one male and the other, female. It was then that the unsatisfied amorous lovers realized that the urgency of the strangers was to relieve themselves, though not in the way the restroom was intended to be used.

"Wait! Wait!" the woman whispered, breathlessly. "We can't get undressed here. What if someone comes in?"

"Then they can watch." the man replied, cheekily.

"Stop it!" she giggled, giving the man a playful swat on his rear. Her lover growled seductively, then pounced upon her and kissed her, deeply.

Just as with Night and Mhina, the intruding couple found themselves pressed against the bathroom wall, feverishly kissing, caressing and fondling one another. The erotic sound of their love making was torturous to the husband and wife hiding in the restroom stall. Still overwhelmingly aroused, thanks to Night's tenuous foreplay, the pair prayed that the couple would conclude their mating with haste.

Abruptly, the male stopped and his nose twitched. He sniffed the air, a musky, recent aroma filling his nostrils and quickly realized that they were not alone. "Hey!" he shouted, his voice no longer a whisper. "Who's here?"

"Eddie?!" Night and Mhina exclaimed simultaneously.

"Night? Mhina?" the man named, Eddie, answered with surprise.

Their presence announced, Night opened the door to the stall and the pair peeked out. In the main part of the bathroom, pressed against the wall, was a pair of lovers with the same dynamic as the Bravewolf's, a male wolf and a lioness. The wolf was tall and lean with a woodsy shade of brown for his coat and rich ebony hair crowning his head. In contrast, the slender lioness was much more brightly colored with a bright yellow coat, fire-red hair and shimmering green eyes..

"Hey, Lucy!" Mhina greeted.

"Mhina!" Lucy replied. "What brings a fine gal like you to a bathroom like this?" she teased.

"I was dragged her by my overly amorous husband." she said, extending a hand out of the stall and pointing it at the violet-eyed wolf who was wearing a cheeky grin on his face. "You?"

"Same." she answered, pointing to her black-haired mate who, like his other wolf counterpart, was grinning ear to ear. "This never ending libido, I wonder if it's a wolf thing. But, he doesn't have any siblings, so I have no one to compare him to."

"I do!" Mhina said, raising her hand, like a school girl. "And I can say, without hyperbole, that EVERY male in Night's pack around his age do NOT have a sexual off switch. It stays on all day, every day."

Lucy laughed. "I had a feeling, but it's good to have confirmation." she said, pinching her wolf's nose. "Oh! I saw your boys' project. You looked lovely in those photos, but I'm sure he didn't let you wear it for very long, long enough to appreciate the tailoring." she said, pointing at the black and white canine.

It was Mhina's turn to laugh at her friend's commentary. "How did you know?" she giggled, biting her husband's ear. "Hey, wait," she said, returning her attention to her friend, "you don't have children. What's up?"

"My neighbor is sick and wasn't going to make it." she explained. "Her husband needed to stay behind to take care of her, so he couldn't come, either. So, they asked Eddie and me to come in their place and to take lots of pictures for them."

"That's so sweet of you." Mhina sang.

"Well, it started out sweet, but Eddie worked himself up by remembering our old make-out spots from when we were kids. This" she said, gesturing to the area they were occupying, "was one of our favorite afterschool spots."

"I see, so you're taking a stroll down memory lane?"

"I think we are well past the 'strolling'." she giggled. "I think this is more like tumbling."

The two women laughed about their sensual reminiscing, meanwhile, the two men were growing increasingly impatient with unattained carnal satisfaction. The girls looked at their impatient mates and giggled at their pouting.

"Hey, Lucy," Mhina giggled, "I know this is your make-out spot, but would you mind if my horny hubby and I finish what we started?"

"I was just about to invite you to stay." she giggled in reply.

"Thank goodness." Night sighed. "I thought you two had forgotten us."

"Not to mention, why we're here." Eddie added. "I thought I was going to die of old age waiting for them." he said, earning him another swat from his lovely lioness.

"If not from old age, then from my...what did you call it...never ending libido?"

"I hear you." Eddie agreed. "Seriously, if I don't get inside this woman in the next 10 seconds, I'm going to burst!"

"EDDIE!" Lucy shrieked, at the unexpected intimate disclosure uttered by her beloved.

"Same." Night replied. "I had just opened her door, when you two opened that door."

"NIGHT!" Mhina cried in embarrassment. "You can't say that! What is wrong with you?"

"I'm painfully erect and my wife is chatting with her friend, while I am hard and aching and in need of her touch." he replied.

Eddie laughed, heartily. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't know you were already up. Go take care of that."

"Thanks. We'll try to keep it down."

"Why? We aren't. ...well, she won't. She's the vocal one between us."

"EDDIE!" Lucy growled.

The black-haired wolf grinned and said, "Lu, you know you're going to prove me right in a few seconds."

"Bite him, Lucy!" Mhina cheered.

"Oh, I will." she assured her. "He is definitely going to get it."

"'Getting it' is exactly why I brought you here, sweets." he said, seductively. When she opened her mouth to respond, he covered it with his own, kissing her soundly and resuming their intimate rendezvous where they left off.

Giving them their privacy, or as much as they could in the modest confines of the restroom, Night and Mhina ducked back into the stall and shut the door. Inside the cramped confines, the young married couple sought to resume their love-play, as well.

"'Open my door'?" Mhina said, as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Is it still open?" he grinned, placing his hands over hers and once again, pressing her against the wall.

She glared at him for a moment and tried to resist his playful charm, but found it impossible to do so. Giving into their mutual need, she slid her hands from beneath his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You are my husband." she said, quietly, her voice heavy with titillating want. "For you, it's never closed."

He smiled, a mix of love, devotion and sexual passion in his dark eyes. He left one hand on her hip and brought the other behind her head to get lost in her forest of chestnut brown hair. Gently, he tilted her head back and kissed her slowly. She made a sound that was hot and completely arousing. It was lascivious music to his ears.

He pressed the weight of his body against her, firmly keeping her in place. He removed his hand from the tendrils of her hair and brought it down to her hip to join his other hand that had never left her waist. Downward, he slid hands along her legs to the base of her skirt and, once again, hiked up the fabric. When his hands were back at her waist, he gripped her firmly and lifted her off the ground, steadying her against the wall of the stall. He slid his hands beneath her bottom and gently spread her legs apart so that she could wrap them around his waist.

"You're going to have to help me, sweetheart." he whispered in her ear. "I need both of my hands under you, right now."

Understanding his need for her assistance, she took one arm from around his neck and slid it down his torso, all the way down to the bottom, where his aching, engorged member awaited her touch. Tenderly, she took his length into her palm and began to stroke it, lightly. He panted, heavily and bit her neck and shoulders and anywhere he could reach. It was intoxicating, his impassioned nipping at her flesh. She enjoyed the pleasure and thrill of it a moment more, then concluded her intimate petting of his erection and positioned it so that its tip was at the entrance of her flowery gate.

Feeling his pulsing arousal at the heat of her dewy petals, he carefully lowered her down, far enough to allow the length of him to pass through her treasure gate and plunged through it. She gasped when he impaled her with his sinewy shaft and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him fiercely. He drove himself into her, all the way to his base where he could go no farther, then began the rhythmic dance of thrust and retreat. He rocked forward and back, increasing his pace and force with each thrust, until he was driving into her with near reckless sexual abandon. He heard her voice, moaning and whimpering in his ear and started to lose himself as she rode him, hard.

Mhina was holding onto him, her strength fueled by her scorching need. He moved inside her and she loved the feel of his thick, hard, masculine appendage rubbing against her inner walls. She trembled, as his thrusts increased their speed and intensity. The cauldron of her passion was boiling and nearing its limit where it would erupt in fiery ecstasy. She tried to say her lover's name, but the word was lost amidst her amorous sounds of pleasure.

He was fast approaching his limit. There wasn't much more that he could take. Eruption was imminent. With her legs fastened around him while he steadily burrowed deep within her, he no longer needed to brace her against the wall. Without stopping, he pulled her from the cool stall wall and rested her against his sturdy frame. In the modified position, he was able to plunge into her more quickly, thoroughly and deeply. It was madness, sweet, delicious, wonderful madness.

Mhina nearly screamed when he changed her position atop him. Tears of pleasure sprang to her eyes and her grip around him tightened. She tried, again, to say his name, but the word was lost as she panted loudly in his ear. This was it, she had reached her end and was about to erupt. Her mind was spiraling out of control as she raced to an explosive climax.

He had reached his limit, but he could feel that she had not arrived at hers. Just a few more strokes, he needed to hold back just a few seconds more and...

"Ah!" she cried out, as sweet rapture embraced her in its embalming heat. Her hidden maidenhood convulsed and reverberated around her husband's hardworking staff, as it continued to move hotly within her.

Her orgasm detonating around him was the permission he needed to release his restraint on his own finish. No longer needing to hold back, the wolf released the floodgates of his stalk in a rush of blinding bliss. A loud, primal growl escaped him as he ejected his hot, sticky seed from his length and showered the womb of his beloved with his alabaster essence. The sensation was so tremendously euphoric that his body trembled with indescribable gratification.

Thankfully, in the position that they were in, there was no danger of inconveniently knotting. It was a good move, because in that moment, he was not sure that he would have had the presence of mind to keep them from tying and subsequently being intimately bonded together for an indefinite amount of time. Slowly, he lowered them both to the ground. He sat on the cool floor with his exhausted wife sitting snugly upon his lap as they both tried to regain the ability to breathe normally. He languidly wrapped his arms around her and rested his head upon her shoulder as she lazily massaged his back.

"Oh, damn!" Eddie cried.

"What?" Night and Mhina asked at once.

"Nothing," he replied, his voice strained, "we're just...stuck here for a while."

"...terrible pun." Lucy groaned.

Even without seeing his face, Night and Mhina knew the black-haired wolf was grinning.

"You want some company?" Mhina asked.

"Yeah, Eddie," Night chimed in, "if you want, we can stick around, too. Right, love?" he said, smiling mischievously at her.

The lioness glared at her sultry mate and growled, "I...will...bite...you!"

"So, that's a yes? Got it, I'm on it, or rather, I'm on you." he said, saucily.

"Don't you dare!" she warned.

"You're right. What should I have said was, I'm in you." he teased, slowly leaning forward and lowering her to the ground.

"Night!" she cried, laughing at her spouse's playful foreplay.

"Yes, say my name just like that when we begin." he said, lowly.

She couldn't help but to laugh at her mate's unending lust. Playfully, she poked his nose and said, "...naughty."

He smiled, as he finished resting his wife on the cool ground, then whispered in her ear, "...only when I'm with you."