# King of the Ring 2.5: Respite

Author: King_Degen
Tags: Anon, Bunny, Greentext, HMOFA, Heterosexual, Human, Outdoors, Public, Rabbit, Romance, Sex

An unnatural heat wave sweeps through your side of the country, and you need escape. Luckily your friends decide to take a trip to the nearby river to beat the heat. You'd like to take this time to unwind and relax. But Mirabelle has other plans for your day.

\>It's hot.

\>Unnaturally hot.

\>Unbearably hot.

\>It's got no reason being this hot when it isn't summer yet.

\>The sun has grown sentient in its old age, and the only emotion it knows is hate.

\>It's been like this for just about two weeks.

\>Some freak of nature heat wave swept through most of the east coast.

\>It's never been this hot.

\>School was a hellscape.

\>Your home wasn't much better, even though you hit the AC like you were about to lose it forever.

\>God have mercy on the electrical bill.

\>Circle activity was at a dismal level.

\>Tisha, the squirrel who sells drinks, sold out within the first like, hour on the first day of this heat wave.

\>The people who tried to fight, almost got slept by heatstroke instead of their opponents.

\>The sun became a new challenger. And it won.

\>So the executive decision was that you would all wait until the heat died back down.

\>With no Circle to go to, your days consisted of speeding Mirabelle home, and idling at her house as you attempted to let the heat fade before heading home yourself.

\>You asked Mirabelle if her house had a pool.

\>Every Hills house should have a pool, or so you have convinced yourself.

\>She told you they did, but it can't be used because it needs "attention".

\>She emphasized attention, so whatever attention it needs, it's probably serious.

\>So you continued to suffer in the heat.

\>Eventually Mikael came to you all with a genius idea.

\>"Let's go to the Bluemoon this weekend."

\>That sentence was like a message from the heavens.

\>The Bluemoon River is one of those natural attractions, or whatever one would call it.

\>You can go tubing or kayaking and such, depending on the water conditions.

\>You don't need to buy a ticket or anything, but you do have to rent a tube.

\>It's not even a particularly long drive away, so it sounded like  a fantastic idea.

\>Everyone agreed.

\>Mirabelle opted to invite her friends.

\>Mikael thought that was a great idea.

\>Of course he did.

\>MIrabelle's friends agreed, so you've got a whole ass party together.

\>You hash out the details, and you've got a plan to go tubing on Saturday.

\>You're in the back of Lewis' car with the boys, jamming to the music obnoxiously loud.

\>Everyone met up before leaving, but Mirabelle chose to ride there with her friends.

\>So you're just a bunch of dudes being bros right now.

\>But since everyone chose to arrive in their bathing suits, you caught a sight of Mirabelle.

\>It was just a bikini top and a pair of denim short shorts.

\>You think she has the bikini bottoms on too, because you can see the strings slightly peeking out over the shorts.

\>But damn.

\>Something was rising and it wasn't the temperature.

\>It's strange.

\>You've seen her in various states between dressed and naked on several seperate occasions.

\>Ever since your relationship became intimate several months ago.

\>The fact that your parents are not home means the opportunities for lovin' are always available.

\>But seeing her still brings an excitement that doesn't fade.

\>And seeing her swimsuit was very much the same.

\>You had to squat and count pi to yourself for a moment.

\>The boys knew why. The girls didn't.

\>Anyways after a good 30 or so minutes of getting buck wild in Lewis' niisan, you guys arrive at the Bluemoon River.

\>Finding a park is simple because it's kind of just a, wherever your car can fit, kind of deal.

\>The girls arrive a few minutes after you.

\>Lewis drives kind of fast sometimes.

\>You look around as everyone gathers together.

\>There aren't as many cars around as you expected, so there might not be a whole lot of people.

\>Which is good, because it's not like you reserved tubes or anything.

\>If they ran out you'd be out of luck.

\>"Well, no point standing around, let's get a move on." Lewis says, eager to get out of the heat and into the water.

\>You all agree and move to the rental area.

\>"Well well, look what we have here." calls a slightly familiar voice.

\>You look over to find Alison and Elise walking over, tubes in hand.

\>A few of the other cheerleaders are here, however names are unknown to you.

\>You do however see Tyrell with his girlfriend.

\>You call out to him and throw your hand up in greeting.

\>He trots over to you and offers a fist bump which you reciprocate, then retreats to his girlfriend.

\>"So this is why we're here?" you interrogate Mikael. "So you can do what you always do."

\>"What. Nooo." he replies, convincing absolutely no one. "We're here to spend time together, as friends. This is complete coincidence."

\>You look to Elise and Alison.

\>"We told him we were coming since it was so fucking hot." Elise gives you the truth. "We said he should come and he said he would if his friends did."

\>"Something tells me he would've come even if we said no." Verne inputs.

\>You nod. As does Lewis, Mirabelle, Jane and Kim.

\>"Well, now that we are ALL here!" Mikael says. "We may as well all hang out."

\>You shrug.

\>The more the merrier.

\>Or at least that's what they say.

\>Everyone gets their tube for the day.

\>As you're all geting ready to go Mikael points out a small vendor selling what looks to be snow cones.

\>"Who wants snow cones?" he asks. "My treat."

\>"Fuck yeah. Treats on Mikael's dime, say no more." Verne says, walking toward the vendor.

\>You're inclined to agree, snow cones sound pretty poggers right now.

\>You walk towad the vendor as well, but notice.

\>Mirabelle is not with the group.

\>You give a quick glance around and find her near the water's edge looking down the river.

\>You walk up to her.

\>"Hey. We're getting snow cones, you want one?" you ask her.

\>She takes another moment to look down the river.

\>Then she turns. And smiles at you.

\>It's not one of her joyful smiles, but it isn't quite one of her smug or taunting grins.

\>Well, you don't think it is, but with the way her eyes are squinted as she beams up at you.

\>Maybe it's a strange variant.

 \>One that you don't think you've seen before.

\>"You alright?" you feel the need to ask.

\>"Oh. Yeah, I'm fine." she tells you. "I just, remembered something interesting about this river. In fact. I'll show it to you, let's go."

\>"Okay?" you say with more than a hint of confusion. "But right now? What about the group?"

\>"Eh. They'll all be together, they'll be fine. Won't even notice we're gone."

\>This is odd.

\>You all came as a group, her friends are here. You aren't sure why she's so eager to ditch them.

\>You aren't too keen on ditching everyone like this, but Mirabelle seems... Strangely insistent.

\>She's already pulling you by the arm and hurrying you along.

\>"Alright alright, if it's that important we can go." you say, relenting to her advance.

\>Now that odd look on her face changes to the joyful smile you know so well.

\>You give one more look over your shoulder at your friends grabbing snow cones.

\>They're a little too far to hear you call for them with the chatter and river sounds, and Mirabelle is still moving you toward the river, refusing to release you.

\>Luckily, or seemingly sensing your need to make contact, Mikael looks back and notices you near the water's edge.

\>You wave at him and hook your thumb over your shoulder, signaling that you're going ahead.

\>He throws a thumbs up at you, then says something to the group and points in your direction.

\>A few of the group turn and nod in understanding.

\>Alright, so they at least know you're taking off, that's good enough.

\>You feel the pang of daggers glaerd into you, and you can only assume it's Jane and Kim, upset that you have stolen their friend yet again.

\>But it's not your fault this time.

\>You will be sure to tell them that once you all meet again.

\>And they will surely not believe you.

\>Oh well.

\>You float lazily down the river with Mirabelle.

\>She was insistent on getting as close as possible and holding your hand.

\>"Don't wanna float away from each other or anything." she said.

\>You're going the same speed in the same direction, so you doubt the possibility of that.

\>She obviously just wanted to hold your hand, it's just like the "Don't get lost in the crowd" excuse.

\>But hey, as you've demonstrated to everyone time and again during Circle antics, you are not above your public displays of degeneracy.

\>You feel a deep sense of calm as you float.

\>The water is cool.

\>There's plenty of cool air and shade from the millions of trees that line the edges of the river.

\>You enjoy the peace and tranquility for a while.

\>You look to Mirabelle, but she looks more like she's searching for something along the river.

\>Maybe she's just admiring the scenery.

\>You're too zen to question her at the moment.

\>Some time passes, but you don't know how much.

\>But eventually Mirabelle's voice brings you out of your oneness with nature.

\>"Oh, there it is." she says.

\>You open your eyes and look around.

\>"There what is?" you ask.

\>She points to a tree.

\>You recognize that tree.

\>That tree is hanging dangerously over the edge of the river.

\>Like a strong jolt or a shake of the earth will cause it to fall in.

\>It's either going to partially block the river, or create a dope ass tree bridge.

\>You aren't sure which since you aren't completely sure how long it actually is.

\>You remember when you were young, a group of older asshole kids were throwing rocks at it or something, trying to get it to fall.

\>You had come with your parents and your dad laid into those idiots.

\>If tone of voice could kill someone, they would've been fucking dead.

\>It gave you a strange mix of fear and awe, hearing your old man like that.

\>Of course, that was the only time you saw him that way.

\>If he ever finds out you've been lying to him about the Circle, will you see that side of him again?

\>Not a question for today!

\>"Why were you looking for that tree?" you ask her.

\>"That means we're close." she answers. "C'mon, we need to start going this way."

\>She starts paddling with her free hand toward the rightmost side of the river.

\>You follow her motions, but you're still confused.

\>"Close. To what now?" you continue to question.

\>"You'll see when we get there." is her answer.

\>That odd smile has returned to her face.

\>Eventually you reach a small divide in the river.

\>The side path is small, barely a dozen feet wide.

\>You're certain it's a dead end, surrounded by trees and grass and foliage.

\>But Mirabelle insists it's the way to go.

\>"This way." she urges.

\>"That's a dead end, Mira." you try to explain. "We're just gonna have to get up and walk our way back to the main part of the river."

\>The split is practically side by side with the main part of the river, but it elevates a bit somehow. 

\>Or maybe the actual river is just on a decline.

\>"Don't worry about it." she says, waving your warnings away.

\>Alright, let her do what she will.

\>You continue to follow her lead and drift for a while until the current slows down even more than it already was.

\>The trees have thinned out a bit, so you can peek and see the regular path of the river from where you are.

\>You have to paddle your way forward now.

\>And like you said, you come to a part of the split that is consumed by a big ass bush.

\>It might be several bushes that grew and fused together over the years, because it lies right above the little stream and everything.

\>"So." you say. "Where to now? We gotta go around?"

\>"Nope." she replies. "We're here."

\>She comes to the right of the little stream and steps onto land, dragging her tube up a bit.

\>Curious, you follow her.

\>You look passed the giant bush thing, and see the stream does not continue.

\>"We're here huh?" you say with all the confusion in your voice that you can muster. 

\>She comes up to the bush and reaches out.

\>She grabs a branch of it, and you notice that it has a very tiny red ribbon on it.

\>Oh shit.

\>Is this?

\>She pulls back on the branch and an entire patch of them pull back like a leafy doorway.

\>It's like a secret hideout!

\>You peer in.

\>Completely unlike the giant bush thing you would expect, the inside is manacured, like someone trimmed the inside of it like a garden hedge or something.

\>There's a big hole directly at the top, likely to let sunlight into it.

\>The edges of the stream have been dug out to give it more circumference along with the edge of the shrubbery.

\>It's like a small pond or something.

\>Enough space for your party of nine-ish to have fit in it, and then some.

\>"I had no idea this was here. How did you-"

\>You don't get to finish your question as she(not so) gently shoves you inside.

\>The water comes up to about your thighs,even though right outside it was about waist deep.

\>"Short answer: my older brothers, a year or two ago. Did they tell me about it? Not exactly. Did I still find out about it? Yes I did."

\>She walks in and steps past you.

\>With her back to you, she looks up into the natural sunroof and takes a deep breath.

\>"Now. No more questions." she continues. "There's something better you can be doing with your mouth right now."

\>At this sentence she turns to you, and that odd smile is back and more intense than it has been so far.

\>She's biting her bottom lip, just a little bit.

\>...

\>Oh.

\>You think you finally understand what that look is.

\>You believe the ancient scholars of facial expressions and gesture based communication would refer to this particular look as the infamous "fuck me eyes".

\>Oh baby.

\>"Are you-" you start, not sure of the words you need to use to craft a coherent thought. "Are we- Did you bring me here...? So we could...?" 

\>She reaches to her back and pulls at the strings supporting her top.

\>As it gracefully falls away she grabs it, tosses it to land and says "I thought I said no more questions."

"Yes ma'am." you say. And those are the final words you offer.

\>The gap of several feet between you feels like miles as you move to close it.

\>Luckily she meets you halfway.

\>You wrap her in your arms and she places her hands on your chest.

\>You move to kiss her and.

\>Pause as you hear the sounds of casual conversation to your left.

\>It's far enough away that you can't hear the particulars, but close enough that you can still hear it.

\>"Wait Mira." you say, forcing yourself to think with the head on your shoulders and not the one in your pants. "I can hear voices down there. If I can hear them don't you think that means, they could probably hear us?"

\>She looks at you, and brings a finger to her lips before whispering, "I guess we'll just have to be quiet then won't we?"

\>There is no reason in those big blue eyes, only lust.

\>She stands on her tiptoes and brings her hands to your shoulders to pull you down toward her.

\>She plants a kiss on your lips, gentle at first. Before all semblance of gentle is tossed to the side.

\>Her tongue knocks at the gate of your teeth, demanding entry, and you grant it.

\>She slides and glides her tongue over yours eagerly.

\>You attempt to match her fervor, but there's a fire in her, greater than any of the other times when things have gotten sexy.

\>You've only locked lips for a few moments, before she slides a hand down toward your trunks, loosening and dragging them down to reveal the object of her desire.

\>She grips your Lil 'Non with purpose.

\>She doesn't stop her tongue though as she begins stroking you back and forth.

\>No longer content with simply receiving everything she's throwing at you, you force your hands into action.

\>You trace them down her back and stop at her tail.

\>You make gentle scratching motions at the base of it.

\>You know she likes that so you do it whenever you get the chance.

\>The moans she lets out as her lips stay firmly connected with yours spurs you onward.

\>With one hand continuing the motions, you bring the other to the front of her shorts to undo her button.

\>You've mastered the legendary art of the one handed button removal, and after a dexterous flick of your fingers, it is no longer an obstacle.

\>Unfortuantely, your successful dexterity check causes Mirabelle to part from your kiss and release your manhood.

\>Head angled down and eyes cast up at you, she makes a show of dropping her shorts, slightly swaying her hips as she brings them down, inch by inch.

\>She just has to tease, nothing has changed.

\>Once they're off they join her top.

\>She looks down and notices you twitching in anticipation.

\>"Oh he's just begging for my attention, isn't he?" she says seductively.

\>You nod fervently.

\>Ever since your first time, she's gotten real good at the whole seductiveness.

\>The shy bun has faded, and a bold temptress has emerged.

\>"Well lucky for him, I need some attention too." she says, retaking your member in her hands. "So let's-"

\>But it's at moments like these, that you two really understand your differences.

\>Namely, Mirabelle is fucking shor-, er uh, vertically challenged.

\>Her head barely comes to right under your sternum.

\>Your member is about level with her stomach area right now.

\>You take a quick look around.

\>The surrounding area is a bit to gritty to sit or lay on.

\>You could pick her up and do that move you've seen in your Saturday night research.

\>"How do you wanna do this?" you ask her, open to suggestions.

\>She gives it a moment of thought.

\>"If I remember right." she mumbles, more to herself than to you. "There should be a..."

\>She wanders closer to the northern part of the pond, feeling around with her feet.

\>"Found it!" she yells out, stepping onto something.

\>It gives her about a full foot in height.

\>"What's that?" you ask, because apparently you need answers more than you need the feeling of Mirabelle's body on yours.

\>"Stepping stone." she answers. "For the height differences."

\>"Oh." you say.

\>... A thought occurs to you.

\>She said she heard about this place from her older brothers, though it sounds more like she overheard about it, instead of them telling her about it.

\>There's a stepping stone. "For height differences".

\>Her brothers are tall as fuck.

\>...

\>Is this like, her brothers' fuck pond or something?

\>They just bring girls here to smash?

\>You don't know if you feel comfortable standing here anymore.

\>But you think.

\>Is this kind of like that "fucking a girl on your brother's bed" thing you've heard about?

\>Mirabelle's voice brings you back to the present.

\>"Anooon." she calls.

\>Glancing over her shoulder, she bends over slightly, hands on her knees, arch in her back.

\>Her tail gently swaying left and right beckons you forward.

\>"Don't keep me waiting."

\>Once again this distance is too great.

\>You close it in an instant.

\>You lay a hand on her supple but firm ass.

\>You use your other hand to line yourself up with her waiting entrance.

\>You bring yourself forward and.

\>Miss on purpose, causing the head of your cock to graze against her clit.

\>She half moans, half sighs, like it felt good, but wasn't the pleasure she was seeking.

\>You angle again and repeat the action, missing purposefully.

\>On the third miss, she looks back at you.

\>Which would be hot, but there's impatience on her face.

\>"Are you. Teasing me? Right now?" she asks slowly.

\>"... What? No, of course not." you spew quickly.

\>There's a look in her eye that  says "if you keep playing, you will drown in this pond."

\>So you opt to give her what she wants.

\>You line up for real this time, and push your way into her wanting flesh.

\>The sigh of content you receive this time tells you that she has decided to spare your life.

\>You place your hands on her hips and rock your own hips forward and back, slowly.

\>The pleasure building in you says this isn't enough.

\>But in the interest of remaining quiet as was stated, you continue at the pace you've set.

\>Even if they've never sang it themselves, the sounds of the Pound Town Anthem are easily recognized by all.

\>However Mirabelle has the body language of a woman in need.

\>She leans back into you as you thrust forward and as she takes you to the base a particularly lustful moan escapes her lips.

\>You hope no one heard that.

\>"Hey hey." you sharply whisper. "I thought you said to be quiet."

\>"Sorry. Can't help it." she moans. "Feels good. More, deeper."

\>You know for a fact, that if you do as she asks, all attempts to be quiet will fail spectacularly.

\>It takes a certain level of strength to deny her requests.

\>Unfortunately it is strength that you do not have, and so you yield.

\>Maintaining the same speed you've kept so far, you lay into her with deeper strokes.

\>The feeling of her walls contracting in pleasure is a sensation that you can never build resistance to.

\>However the abysmal pace you've set for yourself is beginning to grow frustrating.

\>It's frustrating Mirabelle as well, it seems.

\>"Faster." she practically demands.

\>You need no convincing this time.

\>Brain effectively turned off, you increase your speed now.

\>The familiar sounds of your bodies colliding begins to resonate in the space around you.

\>Oh well. If people hear, then they hear.

\>You're hidden here, not like they'll know who exactly it is.

\>With that being the excuse you've given yourself, you continue to slam your hips against Mirabelle's.

\>You move your hands from her hips to wrap around her waist and stomach, pulling her backward into you.

\>You hold her against your chest tightly and increase the intensity of your thrusts.

\>She holds her arms over yours and tightly grips at your arms.

\>She's still attempting to stay quiet, but every several thrusts will force out a powerful moan, or a sharp intake of air.

\>You look down to admire her form clasped against yours, and something catches your eye.

\>Her ears slightly bouncing from every wild thrust you deliver.

\>...

\>A sudden idea sparks to life.

\>Still thrusting, you angle your head low and do your best to grip onto the tip of her ear with your mouth.

\>You've rubbed her ears before idly and she seemed to enjoy that.

\>You don't plan to do anything so gentle right now though.

\>With the tip of her ear in your mouth, you introduce teeth.

\>As you clamp down on her ear, her body goes rigid, her walls threaten to crush you, and she lets out a cry of pained pleasure.

\>... Now all of China knows you're fucking.

\>You consider letting go.

\>"Ooh, y-you are so, g-gonna get it." she says, stammering through her sentence and promising revenge.

\>Well, ix-nay that plan.

\>Now you hold dominion!

\>You bite her again and renew the fervor in which you pound against her.

\>Her grip on your arms tightens as your pleasure simultaneously begins to reach a crescendo.

\>After informing her of the low chance of children during your first time, every climax you've given her has been internal, at her behest.

\>And if for some reason you don't fill her up, the round doesn't count and you have to go again.

\>So you make an effort to give her what she wants.

\>At this point you don't even really need to let her know when the finish line approaches.

\>But you still feel the need to inform her every time it does.

\>"Getting close, Mira." you tell her quickly, needing breath for more important things.

\>"Me too! Do it, y-you know, what I want!" she replies, similarly quickly.

\>Of course you do know, and you plan to give it to her.

\>Just a few more moments and.

\>"Ahahaha, Mikael!" a familiar female voice shouting your friend's name causes you to freeze up instantly.

\>Oh fuck, they caught up.

\>You halt and listen.

\>If these jokers manage to hear you, and figure out it's you two, they surely won't let you live it down.

\>You can hear their conversation, and it sounds like they'll be passing you soon.

\>Just gotta ride it out until-

\>"Why'd you stop?" Mirabelle asks, disappointment flooding her voice.

\>"Sh sh sh!" you hurriedly whisper.

\>They're still talking but don't seem to have noticed.

\>But Mirabelle. Oh, Mirabelle.

\>What she wants, she now gets.

\>She rocks her own hips back and forward, ignoring the world around her.

\>She begins to moan again but you place a hand over her mouth.

\>Her response to this is to lick at your fingers.

\>Your mind tells you to stop, but your body says fuck that.

\>And suddenly that familiar sensation that you had denied Mirabelle and yourself is returning.

\>It's returning to her too because she picks up the pace.

\>You can't hold yourself back anymore either, and you thrust forward to meet her.

\>And just as the end approaches, your hand on Mirabelle's mouth falters.

\>She lets out a sharp but prolonged moan that people back at the start of the river could probably have heard.

\>As you fill Mirabelle with the product of your climax, your entire body is tense instead of relaxed like it usually is.

\>As if you were just caught in the act right at the moment of release.

\>Mirabelle however, is in a state of bliss, and you have to hold on tight, lest she fall forward into the pond.

\>"What on earth was that?" you hear a voice, likely Jane, call out.

\>Well shit.

\>They're passing your area now, but the jig is up.

\>If they reach the end, notice you aren't there and can figure out that the sound they just heard was a moment of sexual release.

\>Well, you know for a fact you'll never hear the end of it from Verne and Mikael.

\>But, as if receiving a decree from Odin, Mikael attempts to come to your rescue.

\>He lets out a sharp and impressively realistic bird-like caw, as if Huninn and Muginn are roosting in his throat.

\>"You think that was a bird?" someone says.

\>Louder than you would think is necessary, he replies "Of course it must've been a bird. What else could possibly be in those trees, making those high pitched noises?"

\>The tone in his voice says, he knows exactly what it was, and is just trying to save someone's skin.

\>At this point they're drifting too far for you to hear anything else they're saying, but you think they believe him.

\>Thank God for Mikael's silver tongue. Even the most heinous of lies are gospel to these people.

\>Your heart is beating pretty hard.

\>That was nerve racking.

\>And kind of exciting?

\>Maybe you understand why the Dunwick brothers have this little spot.

\>Mirabelle recovers quickly from her afterglow and you loosen your grip on her.

\>"So much for being quiet." you say flatly.

\>She shrugs in response, smile on her face.

\>"You think you have one more in you?" she asks, because of course she hasn't had enough.

\>Luckily your stamina's gotten better from dealing with hers.

\>"Yee." you say quickly.

\>Your friends are definitely going to know something was up when they arrive way ahead of you, even though you left before them.

\>But oh well.

\>You have her face you and you plant your hands firmly on the space between her ass and her thighs.

\>You give a heave and lift her up easily.

\>She wraps her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck.

\>You begin the second round of your lustful tongue duel.

\>Luckily, the ceaseless endurance Mirabelle holds has caused your refractory period to shorten dramatically, and within a minute or two you're standing at attention again.

\>You lower her against your member to wordlessly announce that you're good to go again.

\>But you have your hands full and lack the magic ability to slide exactly where you need to go.

\>So a helping hand from Mirabelle brings you to where you need to be.

\>A wiggle of her hips and a quick motion from the both of you, and once again you are firmly rooted together.

\>As you bounce and slam her weight against yours, she rolls her hips in a similar rythym.

\>You continue kissing her in an effort to keep her silent this time.

\>But maybe because of this, she doesn't feel the need to hold them back.

\>So as the moans are freed from her mouth into yours, you could swear they were louder than they were before.

\>Maybe it's just proximity.

\>She breaks from the kiss and buries her face in your shoulder.

\>Mouth agape, you can feel her tongue lolling from her mouth and the edge of her teeth against the crook of your shoulder.

\>You  look at her from the corner of your eye, and it's kind of cute.

\>But you didn't realize that revenge was her actual aim.

\>She brings her head back up and you can feel her lean forward.

\>A hot breath against your ear tickles it.

\>And then she noms down on your earlobe.

\>You stifle a screech of pain.

\>But at the same time it sends a jolt through your spine to your loins.

\>That wasn't. Bad?

\>Aw man this is how kinks are born.

\>Still latched onto your earlobe, you can hear her chuckling.

\>Of course you know, this means war.

\>You reignite your thrusts with improved vigor.

\>The sloppy pounding sounds that are sure to alert everyone no longer register in your head.

\>The moans in your ear and the slightly sharp pain pulsating on it do however register.

\>She bites down a bit harder and it brings you closer.

\>You slam into her with every bit of energy you have left.

\>You didn't expect her biting you to get you going so hard.

\>This is probably what she felt when you bit her.

\>Granted, her ears are definitely more sensitive than yours.

\>But this is it.

\>Another finish soon approaches.

\>For you as well as her, judging by the increasing pitch in her voice and the unyielding tightness closing around you.

\>Another nom on your ear sends you off to another dimension.

\>She opened this box.

\>And you came.

\>You hold your breath in an attempt to silence any vocalization of your climax.

\>Mirabelle does not follow suit and as she frees your ear from her assault, you block her mouth with yours to try and keep it down.

\>It definitely did not work.

\>You manage to turn around and slowly bring yourself to sit on the stepping stone.

\>Sex while standing is kind of tough on the legs, huh?

\>Mirabelle sits in your lap, still coupled together, and leans into you.

\>She lifts her face to look into your eyes.

\>You look down at her.

\>And then, to ruin the moment and announce your failures, a female voice that you don't recognize shouts out "Damn! I wish I was getting fucked like that!"

\>And a male voice a bit up the river returns "I know right?!"

\>... Mission failed! We'll get 'em next time.

\>You both look at each other, embarrassment carved deep into your faces.

\>Time to get out of here, is the general idea.

\>You redress and wait for an oppurtune time to escape the nest of your shame.

\>After a moment where it looks particularly clear, you return to the main part of the river.

 \>It seems like nobody noticed where you came from, so it should be fine.

\>But the underlying feeling that everyone knows of your debauchery stayed with you for some time.

\>You and Mirabelle continued to float lazily down the river hand in hand, until you came up on the portion where you had to exit.

\>You looked around and didn't see your friends, so you thought maybe you could play it off a bit if you ran into them.

\>Maybe they already dropped off their tubes and got lifted back to the top.

\>People drive karts back up to the starting zone of the river, for the people who parked up there or are trying to go again.

\>Mirabelle and you return your tubes and head toward the bench where you can wait for a kart to take you back.

\>"Anon." you hear from behind you, and turn to see Mikael, posted up against a tree like a shifty thug.

\>"Oh damn, Mikael. Where's everyone else at?" you ask him.

\>"They went farther down." he explains. "Some of them thought you two had fallen asleep and missed the exit or something, and the others just wanted to walk the trail."

\>He grins at you.

\>"But I stayed behind. To wait for you."

\>...

\>He knows, he knows, he absolutely knows.

\>"I mean," he continues. "I just can't help but notice that you two left significantly ahead of us. And yet you're just now arriving. Why on earth could that be?"

\>"We had a problem- There was a tree- a bunch of jerks- my tube started deflating-" you and Mirabelle ramble.

\>"... I had to stop... And go pee." you say as more of a question than a statement.

\>He circles you, eyeing you intensely.

\>Like an inquisitor ready to deem you both heretics and exterminatus your entire existence.

\>That was a terrible lie, it makes absolutely no sense.

\>But then he stops in front of you, offering a shrug and a nod.

\>"Makes perfect sense." he says.

\>Oh.

\>Speech 100

\>"But next time you uh. 'Stop and go pee'." he says with air quotes. "Try not to make your physical evidence so obvious."

\>You have no idea what he means.

\>He looks to both of you and tugs his ear before grinning and walking away.

\>You look to Mirabelle.

\>She seems to know what he means.

\>She pokes your ear, then grabs her own to inspect it.

\>Ah.

\>There's a visible red mark from where you bit her.

\>Your teeth parted her fur and now you can see the shape of your teeth planted in her poor flesh.

\>Likewise, you're sure it's obvious on your own ear as well.

\>You facepalm in defeat.

\>Mirabelle and you look at each other.

\>"Worth it." you say in tandem.

\>Time to go find the rest of your friends.

\>Let's hope they don't also ask the same questions.

\>Luckily, when you do all meet up, no one questions you.

\>Mikael gave them a good bullshit story that was leagues better than anything you could've come up with.

\>And of course he's Mikael, so whatever he says has to be true.

\>He must have practice with cover stories.

\>He gave you a wink, and you promised him Kane's on you.

\>He held you to Kane's and also some ice cream from Dairy Kween, which you agreed to.

\>All in all. You had a pretty enjoyable day.

\>As exciting as the prospect is, you just hope the public stuff doesn't become a regular occurrence.

\>You already have to match your beloved queen's stamina.

\>You hope you don't have to match any of her dangerously wild fetishes as well.

\>However, because you love her, you will if you absolutely have to.

\>But for today, with the heat beaten and the lust sated, your queen is satisfied.

\>Long live the queen.

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Author's Notes:

I had substantial free time and I was motivated. So have another follow up right after chapter 2 to tide you over for a while.

Nothing much to say about this one, it is what it is. So I hope you like it.

You know where I'll see you.

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