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When he arrived at the party with Shadi in tow, Isiat had no intention of being one of the last couples at the house, but they were among good company, and were assured well in advance that they'd be able to stay the night if needed.

The comfort of their own bed was calling out to the feline and the vulpine alike, but with a warm, cozy blanket tugged over their bodies and the cushions of the couch sinking lower and lower with ethereal gravity, their staying the night was a forgone conclusion.

"I'm gonna get a terrible crick in the neck if I try to sleep like this, love..."

Isiat's head was already pushed over the back edge of the couch, his neck supporting most of that weight at an awkward angle...but Shadi was so comfortable in his lap that he couldn't bring himself to budge her one bit.

Even if he'd tried, he could already imagine her making a quick, playful fuss and curling right back up; he could have lived with that, but she was settled just right against his lap that he didn't want to deny himself a single moment of her intimate warmth upon the thin fabric of his slacks.

"Sounds like we either need to take another position, or find a way to wake you up a bit," the lioness countered. She'd already seen just how sleepy the multi-tailed fox was after an evening of strong drinks and good times with good friends, but there was just enough of a spark of mischief in her eye that his own sleepy gaze couldn't miss it. "And I'm pretty comfortable, so...what's say we perk you up a little bit, hm?"

Comfortable as she was, Shadi had taken note of the numerous times she'd brushed over a covered bulge in her particular stance, sitting side-saddle in the vulpine's lap.

The only thing she would have changed was the posture of her toes, finding it difficult to keep them warm as her husband's multiple tails flickered around them, but never quite managed to covered them all the way up; a quick shift under the blanket would have done the trick, but as she pulled her legs in and moved her thighs about, the natural posture of straddling his lap brought her face to face with a knowing grin.

His own paws were hiding under the blanket all the while, keeping warm...and her backside made for a quick, presentable target. The curve of her rump pushed back into his grasp so readily that it wasn't clear who was teasing who, but under the long, emerald flow of her skirt, there was plenty more warmth, and at that, a far more intimate warmth to be had, if they were willing to get creative.

"...Always tryin' to get me into trouble, aren't you?" Isiat's brow cocked as he felt Shadi dropping and shifting into his lap, teasing his growing erection through the plentiful layers of clothing. "Just what am I gonna do with you this time, young lady?"

Long, soft tresses of brunette were pushed to the side of a knowing, mischievous grin. "I'd say whatever you want to, old man...or whatever you think you can get away with."

Her voice faded a little bit with every word, acting as a herald for the presence of a friend coming around the corner of the living room. A proper common area in the middle of a split-level house, there was no avoiding the other people who remained at the party, but they were few and far between, mostly walking around to collect their belongings or make their way to their own bedrooms.

It was delightfully risky, such that neither of the pair could resist letting their open palms roam the enticing flesh of the other...but where Isiat was free to push his digits further and further up the backs of Shadi's thighs, the poor lioness was limited in how directly she could put her fingers to good use.

For the moment, she tried not to make it so obvious that she was suffering a delightful tickle at the hands of her lover, but she leaned into the touch, pushing her breasts upon Isiat's chest and letting him feel every tremble of her body along the way.

Her claws stroked at the nape of his neck as she nestled in. "That's it?" she asked, drawing circles in the edges of his throat with a stiff clawtip. "Just gonna tickle and tease me?"

At the end of most of their games, Isiat was the more dominant of the pair, but Shadi loved pushing his buttons and bringing that nature out of him whenever she could.

If the blanket was enough of a guise for her, it would prove more than enough for the unique vulpine...and sliding his palms to the inside of her thighs, letting his thumbs rest on the crotch of her panties was a blissfully effective way to bring Shadi's teasing to a halt.

"Excuse me for takin' my time, love," Isiat replied. "I didn't think you'd mind a little more of a warmup, but if you're talkin' like that, perhaps you don't need one, after all?"

Through the soft, thin layer of cotton, Isiat could already feel the heat of her womanhood kissing against his thumbs.

He could already tell that she was just a little damp, but if he kept pushing her buttons in return, she'd offer up plenty more moisture than that, and the multi-tailed fox never did anything halfway.

Without having the visual delight of seeing her flesh exposed, Isiat rolled the flat of his thumb over Shadi's clit, pressing the pad in against the hood of her most sensitive nub. One quick swirl over the spot was all it took to force the feline to muffle her voice against the side of his throat, but her moans still rattled his flesh when the tips of her fangs grazed over his flesh.

She was going to curse him for going in for the kill so quickly, but before she had a chance to pipe up, she noticed a familiar face coming in from the kitchen, a beer bottle dangling from the end of his paw.

"Guess you two decided to take me up on the couch, after all?"

The best she could, Shadi put on a brave smile, addressing the hybrid with as much composure as she could manage when Isiat was still rolling his thumb over her clit in a slow, wide circle.

"Yeah, d-decided that driving home tonight wasn't f-for the best," she tripped over her words, praying that the full-body shudder wouldn't be evident through the navy color of the blanket itself. "Thanks again for your hospitality!"

Orange stripes shifted as Joshiah gave a knowing grin. "My pleasure, really. We'll see you two at breakfast."

Isiat could barely speak with Shadi so tightly curled into the side of his neck, but he didn't think he was fooling his friend, regardless.

He put on his best, innocent smile and bid the hybrid an incredibly brief farewell. "See y-you then!" he stammered through, feeling Shadi take out her revenge by grinding hard into his covered bulge the moment their friend was past them.

Pausing just long enough to hear a distant click , the vulpine released his gritted teeth and a long, desperate sigh thereafter. "Fuck's sake, Shadi...you know I didn't bring a change of clothes, right?"

"And I didn't bring another pair of panties, but you're still trying to soak them..."

They'd caught each other red handed in a dangerous tease, but as much as Shadi was happy to have her panties pulled aside, Isiat needed a little relief from the fabric prison that held his cock in place.

There was no telling how many others were still awake and wandering about, but the house was quiet enough that Shadi was looking over her shoulders constantly when she went for the zipper; every separating tooth seemed to echo in the living room, and the pop of the button had all the thunderous percussion of a stabbed balloon.

"Is that a complaint?" Isiat asked, letting his whisper cover the rustling sound of her skirt being hiked.

Shadi helped him along, rolling back onto her shins and letting the slack of the skirt ease past her knees...and when she rolled toward him again, there was new moisture tickling the tip of her lover's manhood.

"Only because I don't have another pair to change into," she answered. "But I don't mind sleeping in the mess if you don't mind helping our host with the laundry in the morning..."

An evening of making passes at each other had the pair flirting with the razor's edge of arousal, and they'd gladly take a wound in exchange for the satisfaction that was waiting on the other side...

...But just as Shadi eased her panties aside and kissed the warm, pink flesh of her womanhood to the tip of her husband's member, she saw another guest wandering into the room, keeping her from dropping herself onto the shaft.

It was the most blissful torture Isiat had ever known, and catching onto Shadi's quiet signal, he knew he couldn't beg for her to finish the job and squirm her way down, into his lap.

He couldn't even wince with the pleasure he felt as Jaq turned the corner of the living room, her fingertips drawing lines over the edge of the occupied couch.

"I had a feeling you two wouldn't be making it home this evening," the Somali feline made her presence known by voice when she noticed Isiat avoiding her gaze, but the way she was looking at the blanket-addled pair gave an inkling of knowledge; the pair were doing a terrible job of keeping their antics a secret. "Awfully nice of the hybrid to let you two stay the night."

"And it seems he's extended that kindness to you, too?" Shadi asked, speaking with a calm and collected demeanor that betrayed how much she enjoyed the subtle pulse of Isiat's length against her parted folds.

Jaq watched the couple with the same appreciation that she always had, her jade eyes casting a flicker of affection that hinted at more than casual affection...but she kept her posture at the edge of the couch, making it clear that she had her own agenda to attend to.

"Of course. Ever since he bought the new place, he's been dying to show it off. One hell of a party he threw, too," Jaq mentioned. "But I've definitely had one or two sips too many, myself."

"I suppose that means you'll be looking for Regi, then? I'm sure he's passed out over an armchair or an ottoman somewhere."

"I'll catch up with him, aye," Jaq confirmed. "You okay there, Isiat? You look like you're a little...uncomfortable."

Shadi knew she was making it harder for the vulpine to speak his mind, letting the tip of his length bathe in the slick moisture of her arousal, but she'd taken it a step further with her demure response: it would have been that much weirder if he ended up letting out the full, pleasured gasp that he'd been keeping in.

Swallowing back a lump the best that he could and letting a confident grin curl the edge of his muzzle, Isiat settled for nodding, hoping a tremble wouldn't shine through the gesture.

"Totally fine, yup!" his answered was hasty enough to put another question on the edge of Jaq's lips, but not so much to force her to ask it. "Just awfully warm under this blanket and this little kitten of mine, but...if she's comfortable, I'll find a way to make it work."

Lips that were thinned with curiosity began curling to match Isiat's own grin, as if Jaq was confirming her own suspicions. "Yes, I'm sure you two will make it work," she chimed in, allowing her fingertips to drop away from the couch with such a measured touch that it played the role of a silent question.

The pair knew what she was getting at, but even a lifted tail and a knowing, narrowed gaze weren't strong enough signals, right then: Shadi wasn't leaving her seat until she was good and satisfied, and Jaq's usually bold nature was being saved for Regi, wherever he'd gotten off to.

"Try not to make too much noise," Jaq whispered, but even that little tease felt like it filled the whole living room as she made her way past the couch. "Such a kindly host deserves polite guests, after all."

For a moment, Isiat thought Jaq was going to steal a touch from something other than the couch, but the Somali cat was on her best behavior, moving past without another stroke or glance...but she couldn't help the giggle, letting it tease Shadi's tall, fluffy ears into a flattened posture.

Her body followed suit; spreading knees and opening thighs gave Isiat the treat he'd been so patiently waiting for, with a payoff that left him desperate to moan aloud.

Shadi captured his muzzle in that moment, startling him enough to delay the sound...and when it finally came, his lips were pressed into her own, sealing the sound within and forcing it to rumble against a moan of her own creation.

Way to save the day, sweetheart, he thought. Didn't expect you to take the whole thing so suddenly...

She'd taken a little time moving herself down to the base of his vulpine length, just enough that he'd feel every inch of his shaft disappearing inside of her warm, capable depths, but she didn't move as slowly as he expected.

After the long, intimate kiss of his tip to the very edge of her petals, he expected her to tease him with a slow, shallow grind...to stay in line with the pace that they'd set through an evening of teasing.

Sure hope you're ready for one hell of a ride, love, Shadi thought.

That same evening was weighing heavily on Shadi's mind, but the fresh memories were still flooding her bodice, bringing on another glistening layer of liquid desire. She was more than happy to coat her lover's cock with the same, and the faster she bucked in his lap, the harder it was for her to escape the sound of their bodies crashing down against each other.

The acoustics in the living room were just right that they were surrounded with delightful song of flesh bouncing upon flesh, but it wasn't reaching the far corners of the house, as far as they knew.

"Mnn...mm. _Nmf..._c-c-couldn't...couldn't wait to find a bedroom, could you?" Isiat asked, needing to break the kiss for just a moment; he wanted to give as well as he got, when it came to teasing Shadi for her amorous nature.

She answered silently first, working her inner muscles about his shaft and milking his length with something greater than blind desperation: hers was an act of pure skill.

"Oh, sure...I could have," she argued, her fangs poking through the front of a knowing grin. "But what fun would that have been, dear? I had such a wonderful time making you squirm in front of our friends-

"The friends who definitely knew what we were doing?" he cut in.

"Just makes it hotter, and you know it ," Shadi finished her thought. "Besides...if you hadn't noticed, we're well past the point of some playful teasing."

Her fluttering walls were moving with a calculated and rhythmic approach, at first, gripping at her lover's shaft where she knew he'd love it the most...but a firm, controlling grip on her ass and the press of a thumb into the hood of her clit were just enough to wrestle that sense of control away from her.

An evening quivering replaced her skillful approach, and Shadi was forced to bite her lower lip, stifling the first, pleasured groans of an impending climax.

"Trust me," the vulpine replied. "I'd noticed how far along we are, love...ready to settle in for the night?"

They both wanted to take things a step further: to throw each other down to the floor and pound their hips together in a sensual display that would have been loud and vigorous enough to wake the whole house.

They'd be able to answer those physical demands when they were back home proper, but until then, there was something that much more intimate about the idea of having to work each other to an orgasm with a subdued approach, and neither one was about to complain about drawing a few more thrusts out of the slow, passionate fuck before they brought it to a satisfying end.

"Been r-ready," the lioness managed to sneak out a reply through gritted fangs, but she couldn't help her body moving a little faster, her hips bucking against the couch until a squeak accompanied every drop of her backside upon his thighs. "So...g-gimme that cum already, baby... fill me!"

Isiat rolled a tight, pressing circle over the hood of his wife's clit, but when he tightened up his approach and focused right on the nub itself, Shadi gasped so loud that her paws flew from Isiat's shoulders, capturing the end of her muzzle with a tight, interlocked cover.

Despite the deep, internal throb of his cock and the repeated, blissful pulses of the orgasm that followed, Isiat was snickering at Shadi's reaction, drinking in the sight of her glare. His own expression was painted with a faltering grin and a wince of delight, but parted lips finally gave way to his panting desperation; he needed to thrust back against her, no matter how many subtle sounds joined the chorus of their actions.

Even the quiet pap of his sack bouncing against her body was audible in the otherwise silent house, but the most intimate act of all remained silent: the trickling of his cum, spilling back out of her body and painting his sack didn't give anyone a clue what they were up to.

The stain of that seed, forming a puddle on the couch until his knot plugged up the gap and halted the mess, would be a little bit harder for them to conceal.