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The snow outside was still falling, keeping the world decorated with pristine sheets of sparkling white, and the moon was hitting with just the right amount of light to send a brilliant wave of silver through the front window.

Thanks to that, the living room was bathed in a sparkling, silvery glow...and thanks to the snow, there was no work to be done outside, giving Nightfire and Duskwing all the excuse that they needed to eat up some of their paid vacation time.

"A cozy fire, a moonlit living room, and a couple glasses of wine...couldn't have asked for a much better evening, could we?"

Nightfire was curled up on her side, sitting a little closer to the fireplace itself and making good use of the wide, open living room floor in front of it. The arm of a contented gryphon was wrapped around her from behind, providing a different, but equally satisfying warmth to the other side of her body; it was almost enough to rob her of the motivation to move...but there was one greater force at work than her husband's body heat.

Her heat, as it was, provided a greater sense of urgency than anything else ever could...but Nightfire couldn't decide when it was best to let her husband in on that secret.

"I think things could still be a little better," she claimed. "Not that I'm complaining at all about the ambience, but are you sure we're making the most of it?"

Duskwing cocked a brow, letting one of his golden orbs give his wife a looking that was knowing, and yet, still begging a further question. "And what else might you suggest?" he asked.

In such a warm and cozy moment, the pair decided well beforehand that they didn't need the burden of clothing to get in the way of their intimacy.

All they needed was a brief layer of teasing and foreplay, and that, too, was being undone by Nightfire's growing lust.

"If you think you're up for it, I'd suggest that you roll onto your back so I can have a taste of some fine meat...feels like the perfect compliment for all the wine we just had," she said, knowing her lover would get the gist of her intention. "Unless the deli counter is closed for the night?"

The gryphon's beak parted for a quick chuckle. "When has it ever been closed?" he replied, turning from the big spoon to the proverbial cushion, his front leg leaving her side so he could roll properly onto his back.

Nightfire could hardly contain herself, presented with such a delicious looking spread: soft, cornflower blue eyes beheld a full and pulsing shaft of pink amid a field of close kept fur of tawny brown, and one more sliver of pink, that of her eager, flickering tongue, pushed out over her lips in anticipation of that first taste.

"That's why it's always been my favorite...and I sure hope you plan to keep it open a while longer," she mentioned. The tauric feline was happy to tease her lover with her words for as long as he'd listen, but she was in need of something more than the air on her tongue.

She was almost close enough to taste his flesh already, and the warm, delicate scent around the base of his shaft tickled her nostrils with an even greater intensity, aided by the growing burden of her heat cycle.

"As long as I've got the world's best customer coming back to me over and over again," Duskwing played along. "I'll be more than happy to keep her favorite spread out on the counter for her..."

Nightfire giggled, her lips staying parted as she came in closer, crawling through her mate's legs and putting the end of her muzzle right to the underside of his shaft.

A soft breath along the smooth, tender flesh drew another pulse out of it, and much to her delight, a spurt of precum spat up and spilled back down, meeting with her tongue in a first, eager taste.

"You'll have to forgive me for climbing up on the counter and making a mess of the place, then," Nightfire apologized in advance. Her paw captured the base of his throbbing length, her grip tight and forceful compared to her usual, curious touch. "Because I just...c-can't fucking help myself, Dusk..."

The gryphon had his theories about why Nightfire was already in such a mood, that evening: they'd created plenty of their own aphrodisiacs, of course, but there was more to the way that she grabbed his cock and held it steady than that would explain.

He'd come to know and appreciate the way that she was so delicate with his flesh, the way that she was always so exploratory , even when she'd tasted his member hundreds of times before.

This came with a greater sense of urgency than mere exploration, and the usually dominant gryphon found his talons curling and his head tossing back as his lover's maw went to work, collecting the tip of his unique manhood in a hungry suckle.

"Won't hear a-any complaints from me," Duskwing assured her. He tried to keep his head from rolling too far back, not wanting to miss the incredible display of his mate making such quick work of the tip of his cock, but just as his wincing eyes captured her again, she was already on her way past the tip, dipping the back of her mouth over the middle of his shaft with impressive ease.

Her throat was already relaxed, and before the gryphon could ask his wife what had gotten into her, he watched the answer pushing down her neck and leaving a subtle bulge...providing an absolutely gorgeous accent to the rest of her already beautiful expression.

Eyes that narrowed with an unquenched lust and a smile that continued to curl into a confident grin, even around the mouthful she'd taken, told more of a story than Nightfire ever could have managed with mere words, and the heavy, eager suckling near the base of Duskwing's sack seemed that it might be the dagger in the act.

"Careful g-going too hard there, love...unless you wanna m-make me cum!"

She was bobbing her head just slightly, swallowing at the edge of her throat and treating the sensitive tip of her lover's cock with more care than most men would ever be fortunate enough to know.

For Duskwing to ask her to stop that treatment was a courtesy on his part, and the hungriest part of the feline didn't want to abide him...but a genuine desire to taste his seed wasn't as great as the desire to be filled with it.

"Mnn..._mlllmm..._ahh! There we go," she eased back, leaving his member absolutely coated with her spittle. "Hard to get the whole thing in there, but it's just as hard to get it back out..."

"Decided to have mercy on me, then?"

Moving further onto her lover's prone body with a widening grin, Nightfire didn't even take the time to wipe her lips before she'd fully climbed upon her mate, pinning him down to the floor and leaving him with plenty to admire right above, while denying him the sight of her folds kissing against the tip of his cock, below.

" Hardly ," she answered. "I just decided to finish you off another way; didn't think you'd have much of a problem with that."

"I'm not gonna stop you from playing with your food."

"Dork..."

Nightfire was more than happy to play along with Duskwing, but her playful nature would only be able to carry things so far, that evening: the burden of her heat was more than she could tolerate for long, and playfulness wouldn't be enough to ease her stresses away.

The tip of her lover's cock pushing against her folds and easing them apart with nothing more than the slump of her hind legs, however, was a good start.

"I might be a dork," Duskwing agreed. "But you still love me..."

"More than I can ever say," Nightfire carried on his words and swallowed up his length, pushing herself down to the midpoint of the shaft and halting there, knowing how close to the proverbial edge she'd already brought him. "But I hope this w-will help you get the point, baby..."

That time, Duskwing refused to wince his eyes, wanting to meet with the feline's desperate gaze. He was searching those soothing, cool blues for an answer to the extra warmth in her passage and the silky, plentiful moisture that bathed his cock, as if he could feel the change of her estrus before he could put the pieces together.

The only answer he received was a brief, teasing wiggle, and then, a sudden drop of the hips, as Nightfire slammed herself down onto her mate's lap, capturing the entirety of his impressive length within her eager passage.

Only the bulge of the knot remained out of her reach, but Nightfire wouldn't let that last too much longer: she could already feel the weight of the delicious bulge against her petals, begging to be swallowed up with the rest of the shaft.

"Not...f-fucking fair," Duskwing protested, wishing that he could see even a single glimpse of what he could feel: the messy, drizzling warmth of her arousal was already soaking his inner thighs and leaving a matted streak along the middle of the softer fur on his sack. "Working me over like this r-right after sucking me off!"

He was always proud of his endurance, but Nightfire knew exactly how to push his every last button; when she wanted to milk an orgasm out of him in a rapid fashion, the gryphon rarely had a choice in the matter of how long he'd last.

"You know, normally, I'd make you wait a little longer for complaining like that," Nightfire reminded him, but that look in her eye was absolutely pleading with the gryphon to give himself up, rather than holding back for her. "But I don't...f-fucking care...just flood me already, Dusk...pound me with that fucking cock!"

Her head tossed back as she planted her hind legs, the taur using every single one of her limbs to add a little force and speed to an already impressive pace. The hefty thump of her body crashing down upon his own filled the living room and drowned out the quiet, background music that they'd picked for the evening; that relaxing tune was hardly fitting, anymore.

The song their bodies produced: messy, slick and vigorous, was a greater treat for their ears, and Nightfire had one more ingredient to give as her panting breaths and subtle whimpers blossomed into full, orgasmic moans.

"Holy...f-fuck...Night, I think I'm g-gonna cum!" the gryphon gave his warning, well aware that his lover might not be in the safe part of her cycle...but he trusted that she'd move away from his knot, if that wasn't the case.

Without knowing for sure if it was safe or not, an extra layer of excitement was added to the act, leaving Duskwing on a higher edge, crashing over the line of his climax that much harder than he would have when his lover paused at the peak of his tip, winked, and bounced back down, kissing her petals against the delightful girth of his knot.

Thrusting onto it wasn't quite enough, but as toes curled into the floor and fingertips found a new grip on Duskwing's shoulders, Nightfire worked that wonderful bulge into her womanhood, little by little, until the schlip of it sealing within her told of their mingled release before their words could do the same.

"Good...g-good boy," Nightfire whispered, knowing her next words would flourish with the overwhelming pleasure she felt. "F-fuck me, that's good! Keep it coming, baby...k-keep pumping that fucking cum into me!"

The warmth of the same was already splashing around inside of her body, filling her with a sense of comfort from the inside and leaving her womb at capacity in a matter of just a few instants, but the length of those glorious seconds didn't determine their value to Nightfire.

Each pulse was a heavenly thing, rattling her inner walls and forcing them to seize up around her lover's flesh once more. Each adjustment kept her from knowing a typical, predictable release, and the sheer volume of Duskwing's yield was enough that the seal of his knot wouldn't be able to properly contain the mess: a hint was sure to spill out, even before his length went soft again.

Nightfire was looking forward to feeling those juices trickle back out of her, but that wasn't the only thing that needed to slip out before the evening was through.

**

Brilliant, flowing tresses of white were still tussled into Nightfire's eyes when she felt her lover's knot coming undone, easing back toward the entrance of her womanhood and letting a brief trickle of his captured juices spill from her body.

She gritted her teeth and held onto his shoulders that much tighter, nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a quiet need for greater comfort, but nothing ever quite prepared her for the messy splop of his knot slipping out, his length coming free, and the waterfall of excess cum gushing down and out of her satisfied bodice, when the pair were good and satisfied.

"Damn...h-has it really been that long since we last did this?" she asked, her fingertips quivering along the sides of his neck. "Feels like there's just... so much."

"You got me all worked up with a romantic evening, and then warmed me up with a blowjob," Duskwing reminded her.

"Yes, I was there."

"Not like I could help giving you a lot more than usual, after that," the gryphon finished his thought. "Not that you seem to be complaining about it..."

"Not at all, love. Just glad to feel that you haven't been spreading your seed around all over town while we've been on our little vacation."

Duskwing shook his head. "Never, darling. You know that."

"Good," Nightfire's response was quick, almost snippy in nature. "Because...I've...decided that I'm ready for you to put that seed to good use."

At first, the gryphon didn't quite follow. "You mean filling you up with it and letting you drink as much as you want hasn't been enough for you?"

Nightfire couldn't help a cheeky grin curling her lips. "I mean that you did a lot more than fill me up just now, love."

The change in the tone of her voice, the devious, narrowed glare and the curl in her lips were all signs enough, and that was before Duskwing acknowledged the extra scent of her womanhood in the air, having ignored that telltale signal before.

"...You're in heat?"

"Sure am," Nightfire answered, her voice cavalier. Her giggle was taunting Duskwing to push her body from his own, to take his right place as the father of her first clutch, but right then, she was still dominating the conversation and keeping their second round a simple breath away. "And as much cum as you just poured into me, I can't imagine you didn't just take full advantage of it..."

She knew how protective her lover could be, and that was before she'd let him in on her little secret.

There was no way to know for certain how he would respond, but Nightfire was making an educated guess when she decided to take that chance, and looking down at her lover with a knowing, almost teasing gaze, she could already see the intent in the pits of golden pools, moments before his body decided to act on them.

"Good thing we've been wanting this for such a long time," Duskwing replied, his words sharp and brief. "Would have been an awfully naughty little trick to make me knock you up if that wasn't the case."

"Well, you think you knocked me up," Nightfire corrected. "I mean, we can't possibly know for sure if you did or not after just one round, can we?"

She could already feel the throbbing flesh of her lover's cock pulsing back to life and kissing against the part of her folds once more, but she knew better than to think that he'd let her take his flesh for another ride.

Nightfire knew just what she was doing when she offered that tease: to leave those words dangling over Duskwing's ears, tickling the sensitive flesh of his lobe with all the weight of a feather, falling from above...she knew that she was going to be tossed and turned well before she felt the absolutely frightening strength of her lover against her body once more.

"You really think I don't know your game, dear?" he asked, his voice calm and collected to provide a level of contrast to his intense stare and his overwhelming force; the former kept Nightfire paralyzed in place, but the latter was what pushed her from his chest and pinned her down to the living room floor in the first place. "Like I could resist a chance like this...especially after waiting such a long time for it."

The feline taur wasn't surprised by how strong her husband was, nor how skilled he was at pushing her body around and framing her up in just the right posture to take her from behind.

She was , however, caught off guard by just how quickly he gripped the base of her tail and lifted it up, revealing the slow, heated ooze of his last cumshot and revealing the warmth of her pucker in the same gesture.

"You have been especially patient with me about this, but I think...I think you're ready," Nightfire suggested. "I think we're ready."

They did everything they could together, as a couple: this was no small decision to be made, but the gravity of the act wasn't lost on Duskwing, who'd rolled up from his back and knelt in behind his mate with both a rapid and graceful movement.

Though neither of them were canines, the gryphon felt that taking her from above and behind, mimicking the style of the dogs was the best way to ensure a good, deep seal with his knot, and the forward lean of his lover's posture would help everything drain down and into her womb while they waited for that second tie to come to an end.

"And you're sure that isn't just the heat speaking for you?" Duskwing asked, having just enough wherewithal to pose an important, serious question in the heat of the moment, putting their bodies on pause just a moment longer.

To do that when the tip of his cock was twitching at the cleft of her womanhood, when fresh heat was radiating from that spot and begging him to thrust forward and fill her with another load of cum was a herculean feat, but aroused as she might have been, Nightfire still had a soft spot for the respect that her mate showed, especially in the face of temptation.

"It...it gave me the courage," Nightfire confessed. "But that's all it did...I've been wanting you to do this to me for a while now, love. This just felt like the right time...when we didn't have to worry about the outside world for a while; just each other."

The clarity that came with their unexpected vacation was the missing ingredient that Nightfire had been after, and she wanted to make it clear to her gryphon that he was always perfect just the way he was.

Her first reminder of that fact was in her words, and he traded her an action, pushing forth with the tip of his cock and letting her body adjust to the weight and girth of his member anew.

"You're all I ever worry about anyway, Night."

"Will you worry more, on the other side of this?"

"Maybe a little."

She wanted to know that he wasn't intoxicated by her heat, as well...at least, not to the extent that it clouded his judgment.

To feel so desired, even without the tantalizing scent of her arousal in the air, was the kind of thing that made it easy for Nightfire to arch her back and spread her hind legs a little wider, pushing herself up and toward the driving hips of the eager gryphon.

Her backside met with the base of his crotch, the tip of his cock kissed against the entrance of her cervix at the very deepest point of their penetration, and Nightfire's head cocked back as she accepted her lover's answer, believing the sincerity in his words as much as his actions.

The words were wonderful to hear; the actions, however, drove her up the wall and forced her to buck against the hybrid's capable flesh.

"Pump those worries into me, love," she instructed, feeling his pace pick up in the next breath. "Your anxiety, your fear, your stress...take it all out on me...let me f-feel you like I never have before!"

His front legs hooked around her midsection and held her body steady, stilling the backside of her tauric form and giving him plenty of leverage to thrust just a little deeper into her.

With his talons scraping at the floor and his wings spreading wide with his excitement, Duskwing loomed over his mate and pounded forth, humping her ass and absolutely stuffing her womanhood to the brim, pushing the excess juices of their first round out of her passage and down to the warm, quivering flesh of her inner thighs.

"Everything I've got? You sure you can handle that?" Duskwing kept his cool until that point, but the driving of his hips and the slapping of his sack against his lover's body told a different tale than his nonchalant voice. "Because if I get into that-

"Fucking...d-do it..."

Nightfire wouldn't wait for his teasing games, any longer.

The length of her tail coiled over his back in a display of pure, feline affection, but the grip of her inner muscles carried a much stronger message, daring the gryphon to pump into her bodice with every bit of effort he had left.

Minutes into the act, he was already panting into her ear, nipping at the nape of her neck with a hungry beak, teasing her every nerve ending with the curious scrape of his talons, raking through her fur...

...But all of that would be put on the back burner when his knot pushed up against her folds once more, spreading them just enough to warn her to brace against the floor.

"Just remember you asked for this...w-when you're walking funny tomorrow..."

"Just tomorrow?" she shot back, confident to the end, even when she buckled under the hammering weight of her lover's thrusts, helpless to do anything but yield to the gryphon's length. "I hope it'll be a bit longer than t-that, baby...better be a few months , at least!"

Those words served as a proper reminder of the intention behind Duskwing's hurried pace.

Hearing them inspired him to go that much faster, until his hips were erratic in their pace, trying to move a little faster than they reasonably could.

Nightfire was all too happy to feel those efforts pounding against her, forcing an even greater pleasure into her already fluttering passage, but the weight of the knot and the messy, slick sound of it passing through and sealing inside of her again stole the show and left her gasping into the floor.

Her face rubbed and nuzzled against the carpet, desperate to feel any sort of other sensation; she needed to dull her climax a little bit to properly appreciate how amazing it truly was.

"Mnnnf...f-fuck...Nightfire, I'm g-gonna-

"Do it, baby...just fucking do it!"

Spurred on by her heat, Nightfire was trying to keep up with her mate through the finish line, but she felt warm, creamy essence spreading within her body and soothing her lust one pump at a time, on the other side of a swollen, tying knot.

That weight kept the taur pinned to the floor just a little bit longer, but when Duskwing slumped against the feline, she wouldn't have budged an inch all the same.

She was too happy to rest there and feel her womb swell to the brink with her lover's seed, confident that their first successful clutch was already coming to life within her.