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This vignette was written for Ebni as part of my themed Patreon request day for May 2019. The theme this month was "I Spy" and the story contains M/F sex between consenting adults.

One Last Night

Rita knew she should have been happy, that she should have been beside herself with elation when she felt her husband slip into bed with her and felt the rigid length of his erection pressing between the plump cheeks of her ass. And, for a few short seconds she was, or rather, she was without qualification. Without anything else to complicate or muddy those emotions. After she had giggled though, and after the tigress had rolled over to face him, already reaching down to wrap a hand around his manhood, she saw the urgency, the desperation in Caspian's eyes. The hastily dried but visible evidence of tear-stains on his cheeks. Her breath caught in her throat, but he shook his head at her pleadingly. He didn't say it. He didn't openly ask her not to ask him what was wrong, or what had happened to make him feel that way. Not because he didn't want her to know, she already knew in an instant what it was. But, because saying it would make it real. And if it was that unavoidably real, then they would have to talk about it. They would have to spend tonight cuddling and crying and with Rita begging Caspian not to go. To let someone else do it. To let this be someone else's problem. Someone else's mission.

But, if they never said it, if they never let it be acknowledged, though they both knew and both knew that their partner knew they knew, then they didn't have to surrender this night to sorrow. Instead, it could be about what Caspian's rampant arousal clearly wanted it, needed it to be about instead. Pleasure. The kind of pleasure that could make you forget about everything else in all the world even if only for ten or twenty orgasm-stricken seconds at a time. And love. The kind of love that would endure through anything, through everything. Even through the unspeakable, unthinkable eternity of mortality.

"O-ohh... oh god..."

As frantic and swift as Caspian's actions where though, they were anything but selfish. Quite the contrary in fact. The fact that his first action was to begin teasing Rita's ass, to rub his cock between her cheeks before drawing back, sliding his lithe form beneath the covers and beginning to lavish tender kisses upon each cheek of her rump in turn, was because he knew that there was nothing better to get Rita worked up for a long, wild night of passion than making her feel beautiful. Making her feel sexy, and craved in her sexiness. And of all the features of her body which the tigress knew without any arrogance whatsoever to be deeply appealing to many others in the world, not to mention herself, there was no part of her physical form she found more seductive and sexy, nor any part she loved for her husband to treat as such, than her ass.

"Yes..."

Rolling onto her belly, glancing round to see nothing more than a concealed lump in the sheets where her lover was crouched behind her, Rita trembled and whimpered in delight as she felt the fox's pointed snout tease its way between the cheeks of her rounded rump. She felt his cool nose press against the flesh at the very centre of her backside, and a moment later arched her back and shuddered in longing as she felt his tongue there. As intense as the excitement, the arousal was as Caspian began to rim and pleasure her ass with his muzzle though, it took all of Rita's strength to keep her composure and enjoy the act, and not to ask herself as she had a dozen times before whether this might be the very last time she felt her husband lick her there.

"Fuck me."

Rita heard herself growl, heard herself begging before long. Of course there was no answer from the bundle of sheets, but when she pulled the bedding aside and repeated those words with even more fevered urgency, she gave a giddy snarl as immediately the fox's tongue withdrew from where it had been probing inside of her and he sat up for a moment to regard her and to let her take in his own body in return. His body was stark naked and beautiful in every respect, slim but toned from years of combat training and of course the real thing. Several patches of his fur were missing from various wounds, slashes, burns, gunshot entries and exits. But just as he had been the day he'd rappelled in through a window and kicked the man holding her at gunpoint out through another, there wasn't a millimetre of Caspian's body which Rita wouldn't eagerly plaster with loving and lustful kisses if given the chance.

With a grin that concealed his sorrow as only a spy could, Caspian sprang away from his wife, his erect cock bouncing and twitching as he moved, and reached for the drawer of the bedside table. He drew forth a small bottle, and moments later Rita was gurgling as she felt cool lubricant being worked into her ass by one of Caspian's thumbs. Hurriedly she hoisted herself, or at least the back half of her body up into a kneeling position. One hand fell between her legs and pressed its digits to her clit without even waiting for her husband to begin, ensuring that there was already a strangled cry on her lips even as she first felt the stiffness and heat of his cock, albeit tempered by the cool lube glistening upon his shaft as well as her ass, press against her pucker.

"Oh. Oh, Cass... I love you. I love... ohh god, yes... I love you so fucking much."

He knew just what to do, and he did it. He wasn't gentle. He didn't start slow. He gave himself to Rita the way she loved to receive him under any circumstances never mind those as heated as tonight; as hard and as deep as he could muster the energy to provide. She grunted in ecstasy as he mounted her doggystyle and went to town, huffing, snarling, moaning breathlessly in his own brief, broken words of adoration while the bedroom was swiftly filled by the sounds of furred flesh upon furred flesh, the slapping of thighs against thighs, hips against buttocks as he drove himself to his limits and to Rita's own.

The tigress roared as she fought to masturbate in time with the motions of Caspian's cock, his erection a blur of blissful motion just long and just thick enough let her really feel how substantially he was endowed without allowing even his most breakneck pace to be uncomfortable for her well lubricated and ever so welcoming ass. Her fingers driving in and out of herself as her thumb took over their former station on her clit were just a way to heighten and vastly intensify the pre-existing bliss emanating from her ass. She would have cum without them, years of experience told Rita that was an absolute certainty. But as overwhelmingly powerful as the feelings brought about by Caspian's cock in her ass were, tonight of all nights she could not turn down the chance to feel even more in her husband's presence.

"Cum in me..."

She begged, mewling in ecstasy as he nipped at the back of her neck and panted in her ear.

"Always."

Her toes curled. Her eyelids fluttered in uncontrollable ecstasy at that passionate whisper, that promise made so readily in the heat of the moment, but which tonight meant so, so much more.

"Tell me y-you're..."

She gasped, unable to finish the sentence as a cry of pleasure burst forth amidst a particularly fierce strike from both Caspian's cock and her fingers in unison within her body.

"I'm close."

He growled back in answer, knowing exactly what she was thinking. Exactly what she needed to know.

"Caspian!"

She cried out in rapturous, desperate love and longing.

"Rita."

He snarled back, frenzied, savage, on the brink. Then, just a moment later, his thrusting ceased. He drove to the hilt within his wife's ass and froze, and held himself there huffing, grunting, shuddering over her, arms wrapped around her belly and lips peppering the back of her neck with kisses as his knot swelled within her, locking them together and making the tigress scream as he stretched her, as he filled her more, and more, and more until there was no escaping the intense, throbbing girth of his cock. Two, three more times Rita hammered her fingers into her g-spot as she heard Caspian's growls and groans of building ecstasy growing louder, deeper, more wild and ferocious by the moment.

" Yes!"

She screamed as the first hot rope of his cum painted the insides of her ass.

"Aaahhyeessssssss!"

She wailed again as she joined him a split-second later, dragging her fingers out of her clutching depths just in time to feel the mindless release of her orgasm consume her, and for a few brief moments free her from the only dark cloud in the sky at the beginning of what was going to be a night far more relentless and unabashed than anything they had shared so far. She shrieked, she came hard as Caspian did the very same within her backside amidst his own whimpers and yelps of free-spirited elation, and for twenty, almost thirty solid seconds, she did not for an instant think about the fact that Caspian initiating a night like this meant he would be leaving in the morning. Leaving for a mission of national, if not international importance... and on a mission where there were only two possible outcomes for a secret agent like himself.

Either he returned triumphant, and in a couple of days, weeks or even months' time they would be sharing a new night even more gleefully shameless than this one. Or, she would receive a letter in the post, an invitation to visit the secret services building to discussion his pension and to sign some fresh NDAs, and she would forever have to live with the knowledge that tonight, and everything they shared within it, would be the last time she was ever going to see her husband alive again.

By Jeeves

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