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Life in Pink is finally here! This is the first story in a long planned series that will look into the lives of Selenica Rae, Natalya Ruskiri and their friends and loved ones set about the 'Life in Pink' photography studio.

Life in Pink, Selenica Rae & Natalya Ruskiri are © Ghosty

Guest appearances in this story are as follows:

Mikael Wolker © EXos

Adeola Oshodi © shakattax

LeiLani Perrier © LeiLani

This story focuses largely on Mikael Wolker's point of view. This is a LONG story so buckle up and enjoy!

Ghosty.

Breaking Ground

A Life in Pink Story

The sound of blood pumping around his ears was all he could hear. Part of it was anticipation for the night ahead, but the rest was born of frustration. Tiredness seeped through his bones as a sigh left his mouth. Leaning back against the bright foyer pillar, Mikael Wolker took in his surroundings for the tenth time. The foyer of the apartment complex looked more like it belonged as part of a business suite or hotel. It was very modern; white walls cut with slender black lines and silver shimmering stones in wide bands with a white marble water feature in the center of the room. In five large clusters he saw gathering areas with minimalist chairs couches and coffee tables. One looked out of place, like it had been moved since he had last been there. The custodians of the building were nothing if not militant about appearance and cleanliness. A few exotic potted plants dotted the room, mostly next to the large panel windows, but a few were evenly spaced on either side of the central walkway. Four pillars, one of which he was leaning against, helped hold the vaulted the ceiling up to what he guessed was the third floor which made the area all the brighter and spacious in spite of the mid-autumn twilight that was descending on the world outside.

With everything in such fine order the tigolf hybrid felt somewhat out of place. Where everything around him was precision, he was a patchwork of two hard to breed species. His wolf body was covered in mostly dark smoke black fur and tufts of white on his chin chest and paws. Breaking up his mostly wolf-like appearance were patches of tiger-like orange and black stripes and his elongated feline-esq tail which was still thick with fur from his canine blood. He had at least made the effort to look presentable though. A dark grey suit with a wine red shirt and black shoes had been his choice of attire; one he hoped would stay intact on his latest adventure. Working for Tek-Metal Trading had given him a good sense of dress for meeting clients, which easily ported over to his more casual life style.

Again Mikael sighed and wondered how he had gotten where he was and why he was still putting up with the situation. He chuckled to himself and smirked; it had all started a few months earlier with a chance meeting of his favorite fitness model, Selenica Rae and her friends outside of a restaurant, and how his date for the night, Natalya Ruskiri had taken a liking to him.

* * *

Two months earlier

With his dinner and the last of his wine finished Mikael finally found his courage. He still couldn't believe his luck; he'd ended up having dinner in the same restaurant as Selenica Rae. The pink wolfess had become a point of near obsession for him since he had first seen her on the cover of a female fitness magazine almost three years earlier, and now she was only a matter of feet away from him in a black cocktail dress and heels. A giant hyena who he recognized as Adeola Oshodi, another well-known fitness model accompanied her as well, dressed in a deep red summer dress with a red, orange and yellow stylized floral pattern, and another very busty, dark pink and white furred husky with raven black hair who was a little shorter than the strapping six-foot tall Selenica, but easily as well built and wearing a deep teal sweater dress and simple peep-toe pumps.

He had kept an eye on their table as he ate, and the young sea otter, Leilani Perrier he had been dinning with had even snapped her fingers in front of his eyes to get his attention back to their amateur writers meeting that had been woefully under attended by the group he had joined online. With their dinner meeting concluded and his notes made, Mikael had waited until the three fitness models had decided to leave until he made his move. He had noticed the husky had spotted his less than discreet observations and had even smiled and batted her eyes at him flirtatiously amid her own conversations.

He watched as the three females gathered their belongings and left the building and then quickly followed them outside. With his own bill long since paid, he made haste to catch up, but saw them taking to another wolfess in a gorgeous white and silver dinner gown and another younger wolf who he guessed was her son in smart slacks and a neat shirt. He watched as they spoke, laughed and took some quick photos together and handed over some paper and said their goodbyes. When he stepped closer Adeola spotted him and whispered something to her friends. The husky turned towards him and smiled, then whispered something in response to the hyena that made all three females giggle.

Feeling slightly awkward, Mikael waved at the trio of females as he approached and with a tightening in his throat finally said "Hello."

"Hello" Selenica said in a soft English accent that had something else behind it. "Are you another fan looking for a quick, what was it again, selfie?"

The husky giggled and in a strong Russian accent replied. "Da, selfie. You get a hang of the techno-babble sooner or later."

"Psht," Selenica rolled her eyes and chuckled. "I'm sorry about her, I swear, I'm not that bad with technology."

Adeola laughed and prodded the husky in the shoulder. "Is what you get for poking fun." She chirped in her African accent. The husky merely shrugged and turned her attention to Mikael and looked him up and down; her eyes changing back and forth constantly between taking his measure and scandalous flirting.

"Sorry, yes. I'm a fan. My name is Mikael, Mikeal Wolker."

The husky tilted her head to the side as her ears flicked. "You from Germany? Nedderlands maybe?"

Mikael nodded. "The Netherlands, yes."

Selenica looked surprised. "Really, I don't hear much of an accent from you?"

"Been too long traveling with the company and speaking English instead of Dutch. It's stronger when I'm at home I think."

"Well either way, it's a pleasure to meet you. Would you like a group photo or one with each of us?" Selenica asked.

"Why not both?" The husky said suggestively and nudged the wolfess playfully.

"Sure, why not." Selenica chuckled happily.

For the next few minutes, the husky took photos of him with Selenica and Adeola using his smart phone as well as recording a short video. They did some basic poses and some fun ones too, and then Adeola snatched the phone from the raven haired husky. "Your turn, Nat."

The husky narrowed her eyes at the massive hyena for a moment as if she was doing something she knew she didn't like. Glancing at the tigolf, she smiled and stepped towards him and gently drummed her fingers on his chest as she stood next to him. "Mikael, was it?" She asked quietly. He nodded and felt his breath catch in his throat as he heard her accent again. "Natalya."

The words left her mouth like sweet music to his ears and he relaxed for a moment as her paw rested on his chest. It only lasted a moment before he tensed with excitement as she ran the claws on her other paw up and down the back of his neck and lightly through the base of his hair. "Uh, Natal..."

"Smile!" Adeola called out.

He had barely pulled the muscles in his face tight when he felt Natalya's lips brush his cheek and kiss him lightly. There was a click from the phone and he knew the moment had been captured. In shock he stepped back and gently placed his paws on her arms to guide her back; as his paws gripped her, he was amazed at how well muscled she was with only gentle contours showing on her fur to hint at her build. Another click and he realized the females were playing with him now, but when he tried to step away he found himself unable to move as Natalya's paws gripped his arms just above his elbows. His eyes locked to hers questioning her with a glance but suddenly realizing she had striking violet eyes.

"What? You no want to stay with me?" She giggled, holding him in place with next to no effort.

"Uh," he resisted a shiver and smiled awkwardly at her. "I'd love to, really I would, but sadly I do have to get back to the hotel. I have a meeting to get ready for."

"Awww," the husky pouted "Nyet, nyet, nyet. This not do."

"Nat, behave." Selenica giggled and shook her head, setting her knee length hair fluttering behind her.

"Spoil sport." Natalya retorted and released Mikael from her grasp. "Just harmless fun." She chuckled and took the phone from Adeola before handing it back to him.

Mikael smiled nervously and slid his phone into his pocket and noticed that the husky's gaze was utterly unwavering. He began to wonder if she was actually interested in him. "Sure thing." He nodded with no small amount of anxiety.

"It was nice to meet you, Mikael." Adeola said with her well-known grin, obviously still amused by Natalya's antics.

"Sorry about Natalya, Mikael. She can be a pawfull sometimes. It was nice to meet you though." Selenica said with sincerity that almost silenced him.

"You too, Miss Rae."

"Selenica, please." She laughed softly before handing him a small slip of paper with her and Adeola's autographs on it. "Enjoy the rest of your evening; I hope your meeting goes well for you." She made a very slight bow towards him and nodded, before taking Adeola's arm and walking towards their car.

Mikael sighed with both relief and disappointment that the pink wolfess had left, but then suddenly realized that Natalya was still standing next to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I guess this is good night to you as well, uh, Natalya, right?"

Smiling and nodding slightly, the chesty husky stepped closer to him once more and brushed her muzzle next to his ear as she gently took his paw and pressed something into his palm. "Call me." She whispered.

Mikael stood in stunned silence as Natalya kissed his cheek again and while still holding his paw, lifted it towards his mouth. It took a second for what she was doing to register, but he quickly took charge and raised her paw and kissed the back of it sweetly.

The husky batted her eyes at him and spoke softly. "There is gentleman in you it seems, da?"

"Da, um, yes, yes there is."

Natalya winked at him as she pulled her paw away reluctantly, and walked after her friends. "Good night, Mikael." She called back in a low sultry tone.

"Good night, Natalya." He said not quite believing what had just happened. Opening his paw he looked down to see her business card giving her full name as Natalya Ruskiri and with her personal phone number written on it over the business numbers. He looked up to hear the engine of a large Humvee start up and quickly pull out of its parking spot. On board he could make out the three females waving to him as they drove away. "Holy shit, that actually just happened."

* * *

The present

That had been the beginning. Two days later he had called her and they spoke for over an hour. Their schedules clashed for the most part, but after some checking and rechecking they agreed on a day to meet for coffee to chat more in person two weeks later with lined up with the start of a long vacation for him. That coffee date had been pleasant; he had learned that Natalya was Selenica's personal trainer and partner in her photography business. She had a mischievous manner about her that he found quite charming and they had agreed to go on a proper date. That was when the trouble started.

So far they had gone on nine dates; each one getting a little crazier than the last. The first night out she had pushed his alcohol tolerance, hard. The hangover from the following day had been an event he wished he could forget. Further late night dates had slowly worn him down. Natalya had started a fight on their third date when a random ferret grabbed her backside. That had been a sight to witness and a level of stress he hadn't expected. His swift talking to the bouncers and gathering a few witnesses prevented the ferret from pressing charges. Further misadventures had seen him ending up in the water at a marina on one evening and his favorite shirt being destroyed as she tore it off him during something that vaguely resembled a conga line. To her credit, he had received a package the following day by courier; it was a replacement shirt of the same make and colour with a note of apology attached.

Throughout it all though, Mikael felt as if their relationship was going no-where. Earlier that day she had asked him to take her somewhere nice for dinner and then maybe to a bar. The request had seemed remarkably plain given the nine dates over the last four weeks they'd had. This would be number ten. Keeping his own council, he decided that if their relationship dead-ended tonight, he would break up with her. He knew she was playing with him, much as she had on the night they first met and he was close to being done with her; exhausted by her antics. Natalya was fun, but hazardous to him and he wasn't sure how much more he could take.

There was a chime from the elevator at the top of the stairs. Pulling himself together he turned to see who it was. There had been several others since he had arrived, but he checked all the same. With the echoing sound of clicking high heels, Natalya came into view and Mikael's jaw dropped.

After several dates with her choosing either inappropriate or outright trashy outfits, she suddenly looked positively angelic. Wearing a form-fitting black skirt that stopped a little above her knees and a champagne coloured armless crossover top that had some subtle shimmer and sparkle to it. On her feet was a simple pair of black strapped heels with white gold buckles and black bands that rose to the bottom of her calves. In her paws she carried a sparkling champagne coloured clutch purse with a simple clip fastener and around her wrists were a slender watch and several slim white gold bracelets.

Brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face she smiled at Mikael in a way he was certain she hadn't since the night they first met. His heart raced as he stepped away from the pillar to greet her properly at the bottom of the stairs. The dark pink and stark white of her fur and raven black hair completed her at a distance, but seeing her violet eyes up close still made his words catch in his mouth.

"Hello, Mikael." She said softly with a slow flutter of her eyelashes as she stepped next to him and then lightly kissed his cheek.

"H-hi!" He blurted in a moment of high anxiety. Natalya just stood and smiled, holding her purse in both paws. Realizing he'd been silent for several seconds, Mikael collected his thoughts. "You, you look amazing." He was certain she blushed at the compliment as she turned her head shyly and slightly rocked her shoulders. As innocent as she looked, she still exuded a massive physical presence, backed up by her exposed arms and legs.

"You look quite dashing too." Raising a paw she lightly gripped the collar of his shirt as if inspecting it and smiled again at him. "So, where you take me for dinner tonight?"

Mikael was relieved that she was so well dressed. He had booked them a table at a nice restaurant downtown and only a short walk from her apartment. If it was going to be a last date, then it was at least going to be a good one. "It's a surprise." He said with almost child-like glee. Looking into her eyes again he saw something wasn't quite right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Offering Natalya his arm, the husky smiled and looped her arm through his and pulled herself closer to him. "Lead on."

* * *

Dinner had been remarkably pleasant, but something was still bothering the tigolf about his date's behavior. As they sat and ate, their conversation had been mostly idle chit chat, not focused on details or making strong points. Two glasses of wine each had come and gone with the meal; a third was close to being finished, but Natalya had been nursing the last few sips for almost twenty minutes. Her gaze shifted every few minutes, settling on him, then on something outside, then a corner of the restaurant and then back to him.

Mikael wondered if she was bored with him and wasn't putting in any effort anymore. The energy of the last few weeks was gone and though the tigolf reckoned that this had been their best date so far, he guessed that they would most likely end up as ships passing in the night. The thought burdened him heavily. He was dating an Amazonian queen for all intents and purposes; someone who he doubted would ever have cast him a second glance if they had met under different circumstances. He wanted to be the happiest person alive right now, thankful for an opportunity so rare it might as well be rhodium. Here he was though, just pleased that their night had been dinner and light conversation compared to the whirlwind of mayhem that their last few dates had been; the whole ordeal of their relationship had been fun to some small degree in his mind, but ultimately tiresome.

Raising his head, Mikael felt he understood what was going on. Natalya was tired; she had spent so much energy dating him in such a crazed fashion that she was now spent. His brief epiphany was followed by intense melancholy as he began to see that the ties of their relationship may never actually have been bound. The best he had managed in these ten dates were some hugs, which had been most welcome, and a few kisses on the cheek and only two kisses on the muzzle which had been affectionate of sorts, but never a real lover's kiss. He wondered if he had done something wrong, if he should have been more dominant to combat her wilder personality, or if he should have just been a better sport about what she considered 'fun'.

Watching Natalya suddenly but elegantly down the last of her wine, a small smile crept across his muzzle as she reached out to him and brushed her pink fingers over the back of his palm. "Let's go." She said with a remarkably sober smile. "Let's go dance."

"Are you sure? We can wait a little longer if you want." Mikael said trying to mask his somber feelings.

"Da, will be fun. I know place around corner." Natalya smiled and gently tugged on his paw as she swung her legs out from under the table.

Still trying to make the best impression he could, Mikael stood up and offered Natalya his paw, which she took and gracefully stood up and took his arm. As they walked to the door, Mikael suddenly stiffened. "Damn it. I didn't pay for our dinner."

A strong paw gripped his bicep and squeezed gently. "Is taken care of." Natalya said softly.

"But I..."

Natalya shook her head. "Is nothing, my treat."

Alarm bells began to ring at the back of the tigolf's mind and his tail twitched with his agitation. "When did you pay?"

"When you were lost in thought."

In his mind, Mikael groaned. He'd been so focused on his thoughts he hadn't been paying attention to what had been happening around him. One last dance he thought, maybe this would be her burst of energy to end things. At least he'd have the memories and a few photos to remember their time together. Feeling a finger under his chin tilting his head up, Mikael realized he had been blindly following Natalya as she led him out of the restaurant.

"Cheer up, world not ending, you know."

For what felt like the first time that night, Mikael laughed out loud. It wasn't particularly loud, but it was enough to make the husky on his arm chuckle and gently squeeze his arm again. It was true, it could be much worse, and at least he'd have some interesting tales to tell when he got back to work.

* * *

The club wasn't what Mikael had expected. From their previous dates, he had imagined something more akin to a student's bar or nightclub, with too many people, music so loud it hurt after only ten minutes and drinks so cheap he could get drunk on the change in his wallet alone. He hadn't paid attention to the name of the club, but wished he had. It was far classier than he'd thought it would ever be. Everyone there was well dressed and seemed to be in their late twenties through to their mid-forties. The dance floor was alive but it was a different energy to what he had become accustomed to with Natalya. The architecture of the interior was something to behold and had something of a character of its own, blending a primarily modern minimalist style with warm rustic elements. Exposed beams with heavy iron rivets, classical wood tables and chairs, clean white walls with amber lighting and dark glass ornaments and fixtures made the whole environment feel warm and inviting. He wasn't surprised why there were so many older people enjoying the place.

Before he could ask if she wanted a drink, Natalya took his paw and led him to the dance floor and then slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Their presence attracted some attention and Mikael was certain that several individuals around the room recognized Natalya. Thinking about it, he remembered that she said she knew the place, so it stood to reason she might have known some of the clubs inhabitants. Some of the looks they got were not to his liking, and while he kept his wits about him, he didn't want to cause a scene, something he was now ready for Natalya to do at a moment's notice.

Confusion gripped his mind. It was like he was dating someone completely different. The Natalya he had come to know would already have been starting trouble purely for her own amusement, yet here she was, quiet and serene; happy to just be dancing with him from what he could tell. The music was just fractionally too loud to hear anyone speak properly without raising his voice so he decided to watch her for any clues about her intentions. Natalya locked eyes with him briefly every now and then, but she was impossible to read. Mikael continued to wonder if she really was bored or just playing with him. Her dancing wasn't particularly energetic, but she remained close, occasionally brushing her chest against him or her tail and backside when she released him from her arms and turned away before resuming her previous position.

After almost fifteen minutes of dancing, Natalya stopped and shook her long black hair out before brushing it back with her claws. Nodding towards the bar, Mikael smiled and took her paw as they left the dance floor and went to order drinks. The sudden drop in volume from where they had been made Mikael wonder if they were using a specialist sound system or just a series of well-placed speakers. At the bar they ordered and collected more wine and then moved towards a private booth. Taking their seats they smiled at each other. "Everything alright?" Mikael asked.

Natalya nodded and idly ran the pad of her middle finger around the rim of her glass. "Da all good, you?"

He nodded but couldn't hide the doubt on his face, though Natalya didn't seem to notice. She turned her gaze and looked over the club and laughed quietly to herself. "Something funny?" the tigolf asked.

She looked at him with tired but playful eyes and chuckled softly. "Just this place." She looked towards the dance floor again and to a group of males who were gathered on the far side. "They were here first time Selenica and I came. Assholes; every one of them."

"I did see some of them giving us nasty looks."

Natalya raised a paw and waved dismissively. "Eh, let them look how they want. I have no time for them tonight."

Mikael looked concerned. "Did they bother you in the past?"

Natalya giggled and took a sip of her wine before answering. "Da, they thought Selenica and I would be easy," she paused trying to think and flexed her fingers before the answer came to her "Score, that word? Score. They want easy score; typical brain dead playboy's." Natalya sneered at the group and sank further into her chair. "Got more than they bargained for."

"Did you..." Mikael started but was quickly cut off.

"Nyet." She said flatly. "Wouldn't date that kind of scum even if they handed me their trust funds."

The tigof smiled, pleased that she had some judgement of character.

"I smacked one of them harder than he was ready for though." She said with a grin.

There it was, he thought. Not wanting to probe further he labored under the assumption that she had been provoked and that was enough. Taking a bigger swig of his drink than he had intended, he glanced over at the group and saw some heated discussion. "I think you've caused another stir again."

Natalya sighed and shrugged. "Joy of being me." She glanced back at the group and grimaced before downing the rest of her glass in one gulp. "I no want to cause scene. Take me home, please?"

She sounded so sincere and disheartened, but Mikael wondered when it would happen. In his mind's eye the night was over and in the next short while, so was their relationship. Finishing his wine and quickly standing, he once again offered her his paw and helped her to her feet; an act that made the husky smile and nod slightly while batting her eyes a single time at him. Taking one last look around, he figured they were making the right decision. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

* * *

The walk back to her apartment had been short, but pleasant in the warm evening air. Their conversation had been a little clipped but friendly. The closer they got to her apartment the dread of their inevitable break up seemed to lessen and simply became a matter of fact. Some confidence returned to him but the disappointment still lingered at the back of his mind; he just wished their relationship and dating had started off as well as tonight had.

Entering the foyer of Natalya's apartment building, Mikael sighed softly to himself and walked Natalya to the bottom of the stairs and stopped. It was the furthest she had ever allowed him to get to her door. "Well, I guess this is goodnight."

The husky stood and looked at him curiously. "You make it sound like goodbye."

"Well I..." He never got to finish.

Gripping his forearm gently, Natalya stepped towards the stairs once more. "Come, at least have coffee with me."

Mikael was in two minds. The first told him it was over and he would only be prolonging the inevitable. The second held on to the minuscule chance that she really did like him. A firm but gentle tug on his arm started him up the stairs. He saw a genuinely warm smile appear on her muzzle. No mischief or tricks, just contentment. As they approached the top of the stairs, they began to walk side by side once more and entered the elevator. Silence surrounded them as they rode up seventeen floors; the only sounds that accompanied them were their breathing, the whirr of the elevator in motion and the ding when they arrived at her floor.

Walking down bright clean corridors to her apartment, Mikael's doubt got the better of him again and his want to leave returned. As they reached her door, Natalya stopped and released the tigolf's arm and sighed, dropping her head low. Mikeal stopped and looked at her curiously. "Are you sure you're alright, Natalya?"

A long sigh issued from her and Mikael was sure she was about to drop the bomb on him. "I... I owe you, apology." Mikael sighed in kind and nodded, seeing where the conversation was going. "I have not been fair. I have pushed you and made you do so much you didn't want to or weren't ready for, da?"

It wasn't a question he'd been ready for. He straightened and then tilted his head, trying to see her face. "I guess so."

"I have. I know I have. I tore up your shirt, embarrassed you and worse."

Mikael had been certain only seconds ago what was afoot; now he wasn't so sure. "Natalya..."

"I need you to know, I am sorry for everything."

"Natalya I..."

She looked up with sad eyes and raised her free paw to his chest. There was a gentle shove, and he found himself against the wall with her fingers still lightly pressed to his chest as she took a step closer. Mikael remained silent. "I do this because," she paused and swallowed hard "I have been hurt by males in past." Her fingers splayed across his chest as her full paw came to rest on his chest. "I like you a lot, Mikael Wolker. I have since we first met; I had good feeling about you."

Mikael blinked hard. He could barely believe his ears. "Natalya, I understand you've been hurt, lots of people do get hurt, but why all of..." He lost his train of thought as Natalya lightly scratched at his chest through his shirt.

"Why go through all this?" She said softly looking away in shame. "Most people show their best, then their worst. I have been of opinion for long time that if you can put up with me at my worst, then you are worth giving my best to."

"You mean?"

Natalya raised her paw from his chest and stroked his cheek lightly, smiling a lover's smile. Leaning in slowly, she closed her eyes and kissed the tigolf slowly, deeply, and passionately. Mikael's eyes went wide with shock. The evening had taken a sudden and unexpected turn of events. She actually did like him after all! Easing into the kiss after a few seconds his paws came to rest on her shoulders and he guided her a little closer. As their tongues danced slowly together he felt her heavy bust press to his chest and her inner thigh brush against his outer leg. A shiver of pure elation and excitement rushed through him, but was quickly quelled when Natalya broke their kiss.

Mikael looked panicked. "Did I do something wrong?"

Natalya shook her head and smiled a wide toothy grin as her paw gripped his shirt firmly. "Don't run away." She said softly and then brushing her muzzle next to his ear she spoke in a whispered tone. "Come inside. Let me warm you up."

Mikael's head snapped back and he stared her straight in the eyes. Her accent was gone. In its place was a well-spoken English accent with no dialect that he could tell immediately.

"Too much?" Natalya said with a giggle before stepping to the side and recovering her key from her clutch purse.

"I don't... Are you Russian or English?"

The husky laughed. "I am Russian, but I was raised in England for the most part. My parents wanted me to fit in better than they did, so they sent me to elocution lessons so I could speak English better than they can."

As Natalya opened the door and guided Mikael into her temporary home, his mind filled with questions. "But, why speak with the Russian accent then?"

"I normally do," she said in a matter of fact tone "but when you speak both languages for so long and people know where you're from they have an expectation of you. What you've heard while we've been going out is actually how I talk about ninety-five percent of the time."

"That didn't answer my question."

Natalya chuckled. "I think the prankster in me just loves surprising people. Do you prefer the Russian or English accent?"

Suddenly on the spot, Mikael wasn't sure. "Um, I don't know, both are really nice."

Setting her key and purse on a small table Natalya took his jacket to hang up on a wall peg and as soon as she was done, they walked into her living room; she looked over her shoulder and smiled at the tigolf affectionately. "Good answer." She gestured for him to take a seat on her couch as they walked through her apartment. Passing him by, she headed for the open plan kitchen and called back to him. "Do you like your coffee hot or cold?"

Taking a seat in the corner of the L-shaped couch, Mikael looked towards the kitchen. It was everything he had come to expect from the building; spacious, clean, and modern. "Cold please, iced if possible."

There was some noise of movements from the kitchen while Natalya prepared their drinks and in the brief interlude, Mikael looked around his surroundings in more detail. The first thing he was acutely aware of was the large windows; lots of them. They offered a striking view of the city, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat exposed to people he could see in other buildings. The whole place felt like it had been pre-furnished, with the exception of a hand full of photo frames and what he guessed were some of Natalya's personal mementos from her travels.

Hearing her approach, Mikael looked at her sadly. "You're not staying here for long are you?"

Setting their iced coffees on the table she shook her head. "Just renting for an extended work stay. It worked out to be cheaper than a hotel, so why not?"

"So, where's home for you?"

Natalya was pleased with his interest. "A little place on the outskirts of Edinburgh."

"Scotland?"

"Yes. I used to live in Oxford, but when Selenica bought the new photography studio we both decided to be closer, so we both moved up North, its closer to her family as well, so it works out for her better than me, but I'm not complaining, it's a nice area."

Mikael smiled trying to imagine what it was like. "I'm sure it's beautiful."

Natalya laughed softly and stroked some strands of hair from her face. "It's nothing like this place, but it is very charming."

He smiled at her and then realized she was still standing. Nerves got the better of him again and he started to stand, only for Natalya to step directly in front of him and gently push him back into his seat. He looked confused as he stared up at her, but then his heart seemed to freeze as she moved closer, sliding one knee along his thigh until it came to rest next to his hip on the couch, then the other leg followed on the other side. The top of her feet rested on his knees and her paws pressed to his chest gently. Almost nose to nose with her, Mikael could feel sweat starting to bead on the back of his neck.

"Don't run away, remember?" She said in a honeyed tone that made his heart melt.

"I-I remember." He stammered.

The husky smiled playfully at him and stroked a paw back through his long hair. "I want you to know that I wanted you from the first night I saw you, Mikael. You played my game, and passed my tests, so I think you're long overdue for a reward." Some of her Russian accent began creeping back into her words. Mikael found the sound endearing and as his paws came to rest on Natalya's thighs he realized how high her skirt had risen. His fur bristled and he knew she could tell he was blushing. "Is alright, Mikael. Just remember this; I called this your reward, but I am not a prize and neither are you. I want a relationship, not just sex."

"I understand." He said quietly and cupped her cheeks with his paws and then kissed her sweetly. As they kissed, Natalya's fingers kneaded the tigolf's chest and both of them seemed to feel a weight coming off their minds.

Breaking the kiss, Natalya sat back and smirked at the tigolf beneath her. "We are overdressed for this." She purred in her full Russian accent as she began slowly unbuttoning Mikael's shirt.

The tigolf scratched the back of his head awkwardly and looked embarrassed that his train of thought had moved. "Didn't you want coffee first?"

Natalya giggled and stroked his cheek. "Sweet boy," she nodded towards the coffee on the table "That can wait; YOU are my coffee, and I want a big drink." She growled seductively.

"Do... do you want to... right here?" Mikael said nervously, still not quite believing the female straddling his lap really wanted him.

"Do it?" She chuckled and bounced her eyebrows at him. "Sweet, sweet, Mikael. Listen to me; you have access all areas." Her mouth pulled back in a wide grin as Mikael grasped with what she was saying. "Not just in apartment, with me too." Sitting back and taking her weight off of him, she gripped the bottom of her crossover top and pulled it over her head, tossing it to the far corner of the room with blatant disregard for the garment. Mikael watched with wide eyes as Natalya's heavy bust was held barely an inch from his muzzle. The champagne coloured lacey bra she wore seemed to hold her breasts in a perfect shape and as she reached behind herself, and unfastened her underwear, Mikael was surprised to see little change as her bra was removed.

"Natalya, have you..." He couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence.

"Have I had enhancements?" She shook her head. "Nyet, I have some genetic issues. I tell you later, but they real." Mikael shrunk a little, feeling bad for even thinking about asking such a question. "Cheer up, Mikael. It fair question."

He tried to look up to her face, but her chest dominated his view; her erect nipples drawing his attention, their bare flesh making him salivate. "Oh Gods..."

"You can touch." She said in a sultry tone and gripped his wrists then slowly raised his paws and placed them on her breasts. A soft moan escaped her muzzle as his fingers flexed against her body. Placing her paws over his, she held him in place and let him fondle her.

Thick soft fur met the pads of Mikael's paws and the warmth of her flesh was next. Squeezing gently he realized her breasts were firmer than he had expected, still soft and pliable, but they held their natural shape unbelievably well. He thought back to what she had said about her genes and wondered if she actually had an excess of muscle around her chest. Carefully pinching her nipples and extracting a murr of satisfaction from the husky who began writhing subtly in is lap; he smiled to himself, happy that he was bringing her some small amount of pleasure.

Tossing her hair over one shoulder, she leaned into the tigolf's touch and licked the tip of his nose quickly to get his attention. He blinked rapidly and raised his head to meet her gaze. "So, what you into?" She asked curiously and saw his ears burn bright red. "No shame here, Mikael. I not judging you." Seeing his discomfort she decided to offer up some suggestions. "You want to eat me?" She giggled. Mikael nodded. "Want me to suck you?" Again he nodded. "Take me on bed, table, couch even?"

"Uh yeah, please." He said relieved she was not only willing but happy to oblige.

"You want to try butt stuff?" She said as if it were nothing.

"What?" Mikael tried and failed to hide the shock in his voice.

"Anal." She said with a surprisingly comforting tone he hadn't quite expected.

Licking his lips that had suddenly gone dry, he nodded. "Yes, it wasn't something I thought you'd want to do so..." He trailed off.

Natalya tickled the underside of his chin and smiled reassuringly. "I told you, access all areas. I meant it." She leaned in close forcing his paws to her sides as she squeezed his muzzle between her cleavage. "My mouth, pussy and ass are yours. You are one of very few males who I have ever let have such privilege with me."

"Are you sure?" He asked in in a muffled voice.

"Sweet Mikael; you can wreck me, but try not to hurt me. If I say stop, you stop, Da?"

Mikael nodded making the warm soft mounds around his muzzle jiggle slightly. "Of course." In a moment of levity, he buried his head between her tits and motor-boated her, making her laugh and hug him close for a few seconds before pulling him free and tilting his head back. She saw relief and happiness in his eyes and smiled lovingly at him again as she leaned in close and kissed him deeply once more.

Sitting up as they kissed, Mikael began to pull off his shirt and unfasten his belt as best as he could, before Natalya guided his paw to the zip and fastener on her skirt. Their motions became more energized and the tired feeling that had hung over the whole evening seemed to melt away like a forgotten memory.

Gripping his ears and pulling them back gently, Natalya gazed into her new lover's eyes with wild lust. "Fuck me like animal, Mikael. I want neighbors to know what happening here."

"Now that's some mischief I can get behind." They both laughed and held each other tight as their paws groped at flesh and tugged at clothes. Pulling herself from Mikael's lap, Natalya let her skirt fall free, revealing a sexy black lace thong that she hooked her thumbs into and slid off of her hips and off her well-muscled yet feminine legs.

Mikael stood up and started removing his pants, but stopped as his head came up. "Someone might see us." He said with concern.

Shaking her head, Natalya strode towards the window, the loud click of her high-heels echoing around them as she reveled in her near total nudity and patted the glass. "Mirrored; if anyone see anything, it only be blurry silhouettes."

Nodding Mikael finished stripping himself and followed Natalya. As he came closer, she stepped away with a spring in her step and a childish laugh. "Oh no you don't." He growled playfully and gave chase, making her squeal as they ran naked through her apartment. Even in her heels, the buff husky gave him a run for his money as she dodged him again and again with impressive agility. Their laughter filled the large apartment and it brought a warm feeling to him that he had felt was absent for some time.

Finally catching up with her, he reached for her forearm, but in a blur of black, white and pink, she spun on the spot, grabbing his wrists and pulling him forward, spinning him on the ball of his foot and pressed him against the wall. Mikael though he would smack the wall hard and bang his head, but Natalya kept a hold of him and guided his movements. They giggled at each other, panting hard as they did. Releasing his arms Natalya pressed herself tight against the tigolf and teasingly ran her claws down his flanks towards his crotch. Her actions were more than enough to garner a favorable response from his body. As her right paw reached his crotch, Mikael watched her eyes widen with excitement. "My, my, you are big boy, aren't you?"

Lowering herself to a crouch, the virile femme trailed her large breasts down his torso while dragging her claws lightly down his flanks brushing through black white and orange fur with utter indifference. With his member stiffening, the fleshy appendage slid between her breasts, which extracted a delightful murr from the husky. Bringing her paw closer, she gently stroked his cock and licked her lips with anticipation. "Holy shit, it's been a while." Mikael huffed in excitement.

"Mmmm, nice and thick," Natalya growled huskily "just what I like."

Mikael ran a paw through his hair; his short claws digging in deep enough to case small welts on his skin to form. He had always figured females wanted length; not that he was lacking in that department being a little above the average length, but he'd rarely thought his girth was an issue. As her large, strong paw closed around his shaft, he was immediately and acutely aware of his size. An awkward chuckle left his throat. "Don't pull a muscle."

Raising her head enough to catch his eyes with hers, she giggled sweetly and then let her tongue slowly lick over the tip of his cock. Mikael inhaled sharply and continued to claw at his head and then the wall as well. The melodic sound of her soft laughter returned briefly before she spoke. "I not tear you out by root, you better in one piece." She looked up at him and smiled before casually using her paw and forearm to brush her hair over one shoulder and then dipping her head, she took about half of his shaft into her warm, sex starved mouth.

There was another sharp inhale as Mikael felt her lips close around his length and it made him feel dizzy. It had been a year or more since he had been with anyone. He'd busied himself so much with work he'd almost forgotten his physical needs and wants. The sensation of teeth lightly dragging along his flesh forced another shudder through his body and then cool air hit his shaft once more. Settling his breathing he dipped his head to see Natalya gazing back lovingly.

Her paw moved to his thigh and she shook her head. "Calm down, we have all night. I'm not tired and in no rush." Mikael nodded and was about to speak up when her sultry husky growl stopped him. "Don't hold back, let what happens, happen."

"Should I get a..." He started but stopped when Natalya shook her head.

Patting her arm she smiled up at him. "New implant a few weeks ago. I be fine, but thank you for being responsible."

"Are you sure?"

Natalya grinned. "I like feel of real thing, condom ruin experience for me."

"AlriiiIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTT!" He gasped as her mouth rapidly returned to his dick and began teasing him relentlessly. Her tongue swirled over his tip and along his shaft while her head bobbed back and forth. Playfully dragging her teeth over the length of flesh and playfully increasing pressure at carefully selected points kept him squirming.

Lowering herself from a crouch to fully kneeling, she cupped his balls with a strong paw and gently massaged them in her grip as she slowed the back and forth motion of her mouth. Seconds turned to minutes and Mikael felt ready to burst, but she kept finding more ways to supply a new sensation or unexpected feeling. Pressing her tongue firmly to the underside of his shaft, she forced his tip to slide back and forth repeatedly over the ridges on the inside of her mouth.

With his flesh drenched in her saliva, Mikael felt totally out of his league and not for the first time when it came to the husky on her knees before him. He wanted to ask her how she had learned so much, but every rise and fall of her head erased the forming thoughts. He wanted to last longer so badly, but he knew he'd finish soon.

Warm pressure of a different kind surrounded his member and he groaned his approval as he lowered his paws to Natalya's head and ran his fingers through her silky dark hair. Thick fur from her breasts and a small tuft that nestled at the top of her cleavage brushed the saliva from his dick as the warmth of her heavy flesh closed around him. Glancing at the femme beneath him, he saw her gripping her nipples tightly and squeezing her tits around his member. She looked to be enjoying herself as her head tilted back; her eyes were closed as she bit her bottom lip under one of her canines and moaned her satisfaction.

With his toes curling he crouched slightly and gripped Natalya's shoulders. "There you are." She murred happily. Without asking she moved to press more of her breasts around his groin and clamped them in place with a strong arm.

"Never, never had a titty fuck this good." He growled as he began thrusting his hips. Natalya said nothing. Instead, she squeezed her tits a little tighter and took the tip of Mikael's shaft into her mouth and clamped her teeth just behind the tip before sealing her lips tightly around his meat. As she sucked and flicked her tongue across his sensitive glans, tickling his tingling barbs, Mikael made a deep feline snarling roar as the first jets of pre-cum shot from his cock into her mouth.

Drinking down his first offering, Natalya gripped both of her nipples hard again, teasing herself as much as him while she altered the way her boobs rubbed along his cock. The jostling of her tits was too much for the tigolf as he moved a paw back to Natalya's head and held her in place while he thrust firmly against her. There was no complaint from the husky as she eased the clamping of her lips and teeth. His shaft sank deeper into her mouth with each thrust, and just as he was about to reach his climax, Natalya released her breasts from around his member and sank her mouth down the full length of his shaft.

As the tip slid to the back of her throat, Mikael's dick erupted with a thick load of his seed. A gagging cough caught his attention and he lifted his paw quickly to release Natalya. To his surprise, she remained where she was, and looked on in wonder as the seconds trickled by. After almost half a minute, the raven haired husky eased her head back with a moan and a cough, and let his still hard shaft slide from her mouth.

"Are, are you alright?" He stammered.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes looked like she was in a dream like state as she slowly stood up and pressed herself against him tightly. Still in her high heels, she was almost as tall as him, a fact that made her next action so much easier. Gripping the back of his head, she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply.

Mikael's eyes widened as her tongue slid into his mouth and as they intertwined, he realized what she had done. He could taste his own sperm as it mingled with both of their saliva. He could feel her grip on his head and gathered that she wanted this. Back and forth the mix of fluids seemed to pass before Natalya finally released him and breathed in heavily, swallowing what remained in her mouth as Mikael followed suit.

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that." He chuckled while suppressing a cough.

"Just a little snowball." Natalya giggled and lowered a paw to her groin. "You do same for me?" She growled suggestively and spread the wet pinkish flesh of her vagina.

"Oh hell yes." Mikael growled and took her free paw, guiding her to the couch. The sudden display of authority made the husky growl more amorously in anticipation. They had barely arrived in front of the couch when Mikael grabbed her upper arms and playfully flung her onto the L-shaped couch, making Natalya squeal with delight. Quickly crawling on top of her, he pinned her wrists above her head, not that he thought he could hold her, but the act gave her the impression of what he desired.

Panting excitedly, she parted her legs and let Mikael between her thighs. Smiling down at her, he watched as her chest rose and fell and then looked up and stared into her shining violet eyes. "My Russian Queen."

Natalya blushed and bit her lip again shyly. "Never been called that before."

"Do you like it?" She nodded, as the fur on her cheeks bristled with embarrassment. "I never thought I'd make you blush." Mikael chuckled.

"Little things." Natalya murred softly. "Little things go along way with me."

With his heart pounding in excitement he lightly trailed his fingers down her muscular body. The low greenish-yellow light mixing with the soft white ambient lights of the apartment illuminated the contours of her muscles showing how well defined a figure she had. Shaking his head, he smiled. "I know so many people who'd kill to have abs like yours." Tickling around her belly button, Mikael watched her squirm and playfully swat at his paw.

"Would you like some too?"

Mikael's head snapped up and he saw a serious look on her face. "Abs like yours? I don't think I'd be able."

The husky shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Wrong attitude. You want abs, da? You work for them." She locked her calves behind his thighs and with some heavy force she shoved him forward, bringing him eye to eye with her.

Mikael barely caught himself from falling on her. "I get it, I get it." He snorted a laugh. "Do you really think I can, given my work schedule and life in general?"

Bringing her paws to his cheeks, she smoothed his fur with her pink thumbs. "I show you. If you want, I help make you my Adonis." They smiled at each other lovingly, but she broke the moment with a single tap to his nose. "There be change, it not be easy, but I help you each step of way."

The tigolf nodded his appreciation and acceptance of her offer. "Thank you."

"You welcome." Placing her paw on top of his head, she began pushing him down her body once more. "I break your concentration. Please continue." She said with a barely contained giggle.

"Yes, your highness." He said with a smirk and flicked his ears as Natalya covered her muzzle and squealed quietly in delight at his comment.

Her scent hit him hard as he lowered his head, planting light kisses as he moved down her torso. It had been around him since they had started pulling their clothes off, but it had been far more subtle. Now though, she was excited and her juices were flowing. Sharp and musky, and far from unpleasant; Mikael's mind raced as he processed the heady scent. Desire, want, no... Need. Need was what he could read from her scent; it seemed as if he weren't the only one who hadn't gone without sex for some time.

Opening his mouth, he breathed a warm breath over her soft labia and was rewarded with a soft moan and catching a glance of her toes curling in her shoes in expectance of his next actions. He didn't disappoint. Sliding his tongue from his mouth, he dragged its length over her vagina. Her hips bucked as he licked again and again, teasing her lips open as he slid his tongue between them.

"Mmmm, rough..." Natalya murred softly as she gripped and kneaded her breasts. Mikael smiled to himself. His tongue was rougher due to his mixed heritage; it was something he was glad the females he had been with in the past had appreciated. Watching Natalya squirm as his tongue lashed across her sensitive flesh made him happy beyond measure that he was actually pleasing her.

Curling his tongue, he pressed it to her opening and slipped it inside her moist folds. The husky gasped, surprised at just how far he had pushed in and the gentle scraping his tongue made as he retracted slightly and pushed forward again, lapping at her fluids. Her strong thighs clamped on either side of his head and squeezed gently as her ankles crossed behind his back. Pulling his tongue out he tried to look up at his lover. "Too much?"

"Why you stop?" Natalya said propping herself up on her elbows, flustered at the sudden stop.

Mikael chuckled. "I can't think of a better way to die."

She smiled and winked at him and then reached down to him and lightly ran her claws through his hair. "I not hurt you. You safe between my thighs."

Nodding in acknowledgement then dipping his head, he returned to flicking his tongue over Natalya's clit which made her fall back on the couch and writhe sensually. Her paws roamed her body and occasionally gripped at his head, teasing her claws through his hair or over his ears. Not wanting to overstimulate the same area too much, Mikael slipped his tongue back into her depths. Taking his time, he paid attention to lapping at every part of her fleshy tunnel and every moan, gasp, and murr of pleasure she made. Certain points made her thighs and abs tighten slightly, while others made her relax. The most sensitive areas he focused on, made her sit up and squeal; sometimes loud, sometimes soft.

Placing his paws on her thighs, he began firmly massaging her taught muscles as he continued to lavish his attention on her soaking pussy. A growl of appreciation emanated from her as he felt her powerful legs ease from around his head. He really hadn't minded the sensation of being held in place by her gloriously thick thighs, but he wanted room to move for what he was about to do.

Moving so that he was fully crouched on the floor, he, moved his paws to her inner thighs with a series of soft strokes, to keep the husky femme distracted. Once in position, he slowly forced her legs apart exposing everything. In a partial daze, Natalya pushed herself up on one elbow to see what the tigolf was up to, but as she was about to ask, she got her answer. His tongue quickly retracted from her dripping honey pot and then lapped slowly from her anus to her clit.

Sitting up as if she were doing ab crunches, she gripped his head, pinning his ears back and growled seductively. "Naughty boy!" She panted and then pushed him back to do it again. Natalya shivered with pure excitement and called his name as she reached lower and ran her claws over his back.

Pressing the tip of his tongue to her sphincter, he began making a swirling motion which made her scream in absolute ecstasy. She gripped him tightly as his tongue worked across her flesh and began bucking against his muzzle. Pressing as much of his tongue against her pussy and ass as he could, he let her use his face as a toy to play with. His only interaction was a gentle squirming of his tongue and gripping the couch to keep his balance as she rode his muzzle aggressively.

All of a sudden, Mikael was released and he fell back slightly then ended up kneeling in front of her. Gazing up at Natalya, he smiled at the now disheveled husky. Her hair was a mess and she was panting heavily, her massively busty chest rising and falling heavily with each breath. She'd have looked distressed if it weren't for the wild lusty look in her eyes. "Everything okay?"

Nodding rapidly, she reached down and unfastened her shoes and then kicked them off to the side. Finally free of all of her clothing, she turned around and knelt on the couch with her legs spread wide and tail wagging while held high, presenting everything to her lover once more. "More, please; I'm close."

Mikael smiled and got in position. Placing his paws on her backside he spread her ass cheeks, exposing her tight tail hole and pussy. He marveled at her butt for a moment; rounded by well-toned muscles, and yet supple enough to feel her flesh yield under his fingers. Hearing her whine for attention made him smirk before he pressed his muzzle back to her pussy and drove his tongue as deep into her warm wet mound as he could. Natalya yipped and squealed as he took charge, her legs hooking up and feet pointing straight up as her toes flexed and curled.

Coiling and rippling his tongue inside her, he lapped up her sweet nectar as his fingers dug into the meat of her backside and tugged lightly at her anus. Clawing at the back of the couch, Natalya struggled not to squirm from her lovers ministrations in her pussy. Every drag of his tongue made her buck and her heavy tits bounce, scraping her nipples across the rough fabric of one of the cushions. With her squealing returning, Mikael, removed his tongue once more and pressed it hard against her tailhole. Forcing his flexible tongue to pulse against her stretched ring made her growl lustfully and press back more firmly against him, but his paws held her firmly in place. At the end of a long squeal, she panted. "Cumming!"

Pulling back and opening his mouth, he lapped several times at the Amazonian husky's clit. Each contact made her jerk and bark in surprise and after five short lashings; she gripped the couch hard as her body rode out her orgasm. It lasted almost twenty seconds as she squirted her juices over his muzzle and into his mouth; bucking and twitching as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her every few seconds.

Mikael sat back, his mouth full of her sexual fluids as he tried to catch a breath. A blur of pink and white motion happened before his eyes, and suddenly, she was in his lap. Pressed tightly against him, she took his head in her paws and kissed him deeply, once again sharing their fluids in a lust fueled kiss.

As the kiss broke and a little string of liquid snapped between their muzzles, they gazed into each other's eyes and then hugged each other affectionately. Mikael found his head squeezed between her breasts once more and was hard pressed to think of a better place he could be. Still feeling the occasional shudder from his lover he glanced up at her with questioning eyes. She stared back and smiled as she lightly stroked his hair. "I think you only second person to make me squirt in my life."

Rocking him back until he fell over and his legs sprung up behind him; she cradled his head so he wouldn't hurt himself. Now straddled by her and with the tip of his cock close enough to feel the heat from her pussy, Mikael felt he knew what was next. "That a bad thing?"

"Not in my book." She growled softly and kissed him again; pressing her massive tits to his chest and feeling his paws come to massage and kneed her warm flesh.

He could feel her thighs tensing and releasing, gently squeezing his hips. Flexing his fingers as he moved his paws, Mikael groped at her impressive breasts and could feel her heartbeat; heavy, fast and steady. Then he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers; with a little tug on the sensitive nubs, Natalya arched her back, sitting up straight but still keeping her pussy just out of reach of his cock. Moaning blissfully, she held her paws over his, making sure he kept doing what he was doing.

Looking up at her, he couldn't deny that she was a fine example of near physical perfection. Her feminine curves enhanced by sculpted muscle and soft fur. Mikael considered himself reasonably fit, but being with her, he realized just how far in the league above him she really was, yet she didn't seem to care. She'd agreed to help him make improvements and support him along the way, but it had been his choice to agree. He wondered just what she might help him turn into. She had said 'Adonis', but that had many connotations.

Feeling her paws slide to his wrists, Mikael held his gaze on her, waiting to see what she wanted next. With a gentle tug, she removed his paws from her breasts and guided them to her hips. He smiled as she rocked her hips and carefully placed one of her paws in the middle of his chest. His eyes darted down as her other paw drifted between her legs and slowly gripped his shaft. The thick knot at the base of his penis had already begun to swell, and it was that which the sexually charged husky grabbed.

"Time for that LONG drink." She said in her English accent with a lovers grin on her muzzle.

There was no waiting. She sank her crotch over his full length, taking him all the way to the flare of his knot. He grimaced and groaned as she forced him to penetrate her in the first few seconds, and then let out a sigh of relief. Natalya shared his long moans, but the sound didn't end, it simply changed to a low, continuous growl of satisfaction that he couldn't deny was a major turn on.

The physical world brought him back as he felt her tensing and squeezing the walls of her vagina. "Holy shit, you're tight!" He growled and dug his fingers into her muscular hips. The husky stayed silent, save for her low seductive growl. Slowly, she began moving her hips, tensing her thighs, buttocks and abs in a well-orchestrated series of patterns that made sure he touched every part of her slippery tunnel and let the short barbs on his cock do their work. Mumbling under her breath, Mikael struggled to hear her and moved a paw to her stomach to lightly stroke her abs, which seemed to get her attention.

"Wreck me."

"What?"

Slamming both of her paws down flat on either side of his head made Mikael jerk slightly and extracted yet another short moan from his new lover. "Wreck me!" She panted. "Don't hold back; just fuck me so hard that you might break us both."

With no further encouragement required, he wrapped his arms around her waist and planted his feet firmly on the floor. Feeling his hips rise, Natalya sat more upright, fully ready for what he was about to do. Slowly at first to test his range of motion, Mikael thrust into Natalya's waiting pussy. Closing her eyes and raising her head, she grunted and sighed softly as he withdrew. Feeling the small of his back touch the rug beneath him, he found his mark and was pleased to still be inside her throbbing flesh. The next three thrusts were more firm and with less time between them. Her growls intensified, but it was clear that it was what she wanted. He wondered if she had been lonely and needed more than just a friend to talk to; for how long he couldn't say, but she had chosen him, and wanted him to vent his own sexual frustrations with her. Then it started for real.

Natalya's eyes shot open and her mouth fell agape. There might have been a gasp, but the sudden rapid pounding her vagina had started receiving caught her off guard. Again and again, he thrust in and out, hard and fast. What would have amazed her more was his stamina but her mind was being overrun with wave after wave of pleasure. Jolts of electricity surged through her every time his cock slammed to the rim of his knot. Growls and gasps turned to yips and grunts of incoherent bliss and still he did not relent.

His hips, back, and thighs were working overtime. Still he held her tight around her waist, pulling her closer and once again feeling her boobs smoosh against his chest. It was a feeling he was getting used to and one he thoroughly enjoyed. As his pounding continued, he saw her arms quiver and struggle to hold her up; her thighs similarly shuddered at the overwhelming attention he was giving her.

It had been almost two minutes of fast, non-stop aggressive sex. He knew he couldn't keep it up, but he also knew they both needed this. Glancing around quickly, he formed a plan. Slowing down, he heard her groan in displeasure and as she dropped her head, he pushed her off of him towards the coffee table.

Not quite ready for what he had done, she sprawled over the table, narrowly missing their coffee cups and then shook her head. Pulling her hair over one shoulder to look back at the tigolf she spoke, sounding confused. "Mikael?" but as he got up behind her, she suddenly understood.

Standing in a low crouch, he lifted her tail and pushed it to the side and then slid his pulsing cock back into her dribbling wet mound. Gripping her hips firmly he thrust in again; the angle was different and he swore he went deeper than before. Natalya howled her encouragement, digging her claws into the table as Mikael kept the pressure on her from behind. Mikael laughed in his own mind; it was like she wanted to fight him, but also really wanted him to win too. With the shift in gravity around his body, he felt more comfortable, and began thrusting at speed once more.

Natalya moaned loudly as Mikael's groin slapped into her rump over and over again. The dull noise was cushioned by their fur to a point, but the dampening of their fur was quickly changing that. She felt her butt bouncing with every connection and her nipples dragging on the woodgrain of the table. Gripping the edges of the table she held on and called out to him to go faster and harder. The tigolf was more than obliging.

Watching her ass jiggle against his crotch as her tail wagged back and forth uncontrollably, Mikael wanted to do something, but was afraid of the consequences of asking or just simply doing. He didn't want to break the highly energized mood and swallowed his fear. Raising a paw, he slapped her backside firmly. Natalya squealed again, but not like before; it was like she'd been waiting for him to do it. She was well and truly wrapped up in the moment as she pushed her body off of the table, while still holding its edges. "Again!" She howled delightfully. Mikael did as she wished. Several more times, her ass received a firm smack. When he was certain he could see the skin beneath her fur begin to redden, he stopped, and yet still she begged for more. After several minutes of not receiving what she was asking for, she glanced over her shoulder and grinned as she saw Mikael slow down.

On an outward thrust, Mikael suddenly found himself off balance and Natalya's butt was the cause. She's forcing me back... no, she's forcing me back AND standing up! He thought. He tried to follow suit, but she playfully shoved him back onto the couch with her butt and stood for a second on shaking legs. Catching her breath, she stood silently with her eyes closed and then stared at him with her deep violet eyes. "You have more stamina than I thought." She murred softly and backed up to him, sitting in his lap and using her paw to guide his thick throbbing member back where she wanted it to be.

"Shit, I think this is the best day of my life." Mikael grunted as he sank into her depths once more and placed his paws on her hips.

"Best day I've had in while too!" Natalya panted as she took the reins and began riding her lover. Lifting her legs and planting her feet on the couch, she used her new position to control her own rhythm and motions.

Mikael eased back into the couch as Natalya bounced up and down on his lap, squeezing and twisting him inside her with nearly every trick she knew. For Mikael, it was the ultimate lap dance and Natalya wasn't afraid to put on a show. "Shit, gonna cum soon!" He growled.

"Cum in me." She pleaded. "Not felt full in a long time."

Gripping her hips and helping them both along, he scrunched his face up as they sped up for one last surge. She yipped and moaned loudly as Mikael's snarls and growls matched her intensity. With their bodies connecting and the cacophony of sexual noises surrounding them, they were on the cusp of an extraordinary charged moment; then there was a banging on the apartment door and a raised voice on the other side.

They both froze for an instant and Mikael knew they had lost their momentum. He growled in frustration, but it was Natalya who boiled over. "Nyet!" She roared as she stood and glared at the door. "Nyet! Nyet! NYET!" Her voice getting louder as she got up and stormed towards the entrance of the apartment. Mikael thought she had exploded when a ferret had grabbed her butt on one of their dates. Her posture now looked far more terrifying. He called out to try and stop her, but it was too late.

Unlocking the door and throwing it wide open, Natalya stood naked and soiled with her own sexual fluids glairing down at a ram who appeared to be in his late thirties and wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants and carrying a large bag of potato chips. He suddenly stared at her wide eyed and totally out of his depth. "WHAT!?" She yelled at her neighbor.

"Uh, um..."

"WHAT? CAN IT WAIT? I GETTING THE FUCKING OF LIFE TIME AND YOU RUIN MOMENT!" Natalya's rage was towering and quite terrifying to behold, but Mikael saw something as he watched that he hadn't seen up close on their dates. She was angry, certainly, but her posturing, the bravado, the sheer intimidation she was oozing; it was an act. He couldn't help but smile; when they had been out tonight, Mikael realized he had actually been with Natalya, not a character she was trying to make people to believe was her. It was a carefully crafted character of no fear and little shame, but as he was becoming aware, she was a master at manipulating situations. He'd just never seen it until now.

"Miss, you uh, you're..."

"NAKED, DA! YOU NOT HEAR ME? I GETTING FUCKING OF LIFE TIME AND YOU RUIN IT!!!" She growled baring her teeth and forcing the ram to step back.

"Sorry to disturb..."

"FUCK OFF!" She snarled before reaching out and snatching the bag of potato chips from the ram. "THIS DO AS A SORRY!"

"Uh yeah, right I'm uh..."

"If you want to complain, come back in morning. I not had boyfriend in over year, so fuck off and let me have my night!" Still wide eyed and not sure what was happening, he simply nodded. Natalya shot him a wicked sneer as she slammed the door and then locked it.

Mikael watched Natalya stride back towards him still visibly tense. "Well that was, uh, something."

Stopping by the couch she sighed and shrugged, her explosive anger seeming gone in an instant. After a short moment of thought she looked into his eyes and smiled, holding up her prize. "We have chips for after now."

Their lips both quivered before they burst out laughing. Tossing the chips onto the coffee table, Natalya reached out and took Mikael's paws and helped him to his feet, still pleased he was ready to continue. Wrapping their arms around each other they kissed lovingly and teased each other's bodies with their paws. "So..." Mikael growled softly as their kiss broke.

"So?"

"The fucking of a lifetime?"

Natalya grinned and giggled and then pulled herself tight against the tigolf. "You do the fast thing better than anyone I've been with in past. Now, let's see how you do slow." She stepped away and took his paws in hers as she led Mikael to her bedroom with a slight shyness to her demeanor. It was a new thing to see with her, and he liked it a lot.

Stepping into her bedroom, Mikael grinned while Natalya's back was turned. Like the rest of the apartment, it had the same modern look, it just lacked personality; unlike the husky leading him to her bed. As they arrived at the edge of the bed, Natalya spun on the ball of her foot and threw one leg up against Mikael's hip and locking her foot on the back of his thigh. One paw smoothed its way around his torso and came to rest above his enthusiastically wagging tail, while the other slid up and cradled the back of his neck. Pushing herself up on her toes slightly, she wrapped him up in another kiss. The tigolf felt the remaining tension of the last few minutes ebb away as his paws came to rest on Natalya's soft furry hips.

It was pleasant; more pleasant than any kiss they had shared so far, and for a moment he was sure, something was wrong. As they collapsed on the bed, he realized that once more, she had distracted him just enough to make him forget his surroundings. Suddenly horizontal with their hair layering over each other's; Mikael opened his eyes and broke the kiss. She was staring right at him; eyes half lidded, pupils dilated and with slow blinks the tigolf felt this was the real moment, the character of Natalya was now gone. No more acts; she was somewhere she felt safe, with someone she wanted to be with. Her guard was willingly down and even then, he felt as if he were lying next to a titan; still she looked softer and he guessed happier as well.

"How you want me?" She whispered as she lightly ran her claws over his chest.

There it was - Trust. The permission she had spoken about earlier now held true. He could feel it; something in the way she had asked let him know. "On all fours, please."

She smiled and nodded. Peeling herself away from Mikael, she rolled further up the bed and on to her tummy before pulling her legs in and pushing her upper body up with her arms with the grace of a yoga master. As her back arched she flicked her hair away from her eyes so she could see her lover. "Like this?" She murred with a slow wag of her tail.

"Perfect." Mikael said with a happy sigh and then got up and moved into position behind her. Kneeling on the bed, Mikael couldn't help but look over his shoulder and out of the large windows again. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, but Natalya's lack of care and earlier explanation of the panes eased his mind a little. Bringing his attention back to his lover, he brushed the tip of his cock along her slit several times drawing out soft murmurs of delight from the husky. With a gentle push he slid back into her tight pulsing pussy. Lightly gripping her shoulders he began to thrust with slower motions than he had on the couch.

"That it, go slowly." Natalya sighed contently.

Feeling her squeeze his shaft on each stroke in and out, Mikael wondered how long he'd last. He had been ready to burst when they had been interrupted, but now her attention to his thrusting was rapidly bringing him back to the edge. Pulling her back slightly, she sat more upright and his shaft buried deeper into her warm flesh. Gently gripping her neck with one paw, he reached forward with the other and ran his claws over her breast.

Rolling her head twice, she grunted and then raised a paw to the one gripping her neck. "Not like this." She panted softly and shifted his grip. "Like this." With his fingers settling on one side and his thumb on the other side of her neck she nodded. "Squeeze a little, if you like."

Mikael wasn't sure but added a little pressure. In a matter of seconds, she felt more compliant to his movements and willingly took his lead. "You like this?"

Natalya nodded. "Da, not in charge anymore."

He understood perfectly. With such a strong and dominating personality, he guessed she was used to being in charge most if not all the time. To give it up to someone else must have felt like a true release. Slowing the motion of his hips, he made longer strokes against her throbbing pussy which made the busty femme pant heavily.

Her head lolled from side to side as she began to moan with each thrust into her; the sensations were met with a firm squeeze of her vaginal muscles. With her chest heaving, she splayed her fingers out across the bed sheets and pulled them in, closing her paws into fists. Comfort and contentment filled her as Mikael continued. She had begun to lose track of time and was happy enough for him to keep impaling her on his cock over and over again as slowly as he wanted. Feeling a heavy throbbing in his shaft as his body wanted to fill her, she glanced over her shoulder. "You ready?"

Through a groan, Mikael managed to speak. "Yeah, so close. You?"

She shook her head. "Nyet, don't stop though. Let it all out."

Mikael was lost in bliss as his thrusting began to speed up with his climax on the edge of release. Even with her legs spread wide to take him, she gripped his dick inside her body as if she had contorted herself into a ball and was bearing down on him with all of her might.

Sensing his change in speed, Natalya began rolling and bouncing her hips, making her backside slap lightly against Mikael's stomach. It had been so long since she had felt a male release inside her that it had become a craving in her worked up state. "Fill me, Mikael!" She panted.

Gripping her shoulders once more, Mikael thrust hard and deep into the Amazonian husky making her yip and moan in rapture at his ministrations of her body. Her words had triggered something, and he felt it. The sudden rush, a tremble in his muscles and then a first wave of pre-cum splashed at her soaking wet tunnel. Natalya pushed back firmly against him, so much so that he felt his knot begin to stretch her pussy a little wider. The extra pressure caused his seed to erupt from his cock. Months of pent up cum were released in a few heart stopping seconds. Two thick jets from his penis flooded her insides and slowly globed out of her wet folds as he continued to buck hard against her. The electrical feeling of orgasm shot through him several times and after a few seconds he sat back, his dick slipping free of Natalya's thoroughly swollen pussy. Still firmly erect, his shaft sprung up against his abs and bounced back against her ass, settling in her crack as one more long thick jet of his cum spat out and broke; splattering across her backside, tail, back and even shot over her shoulder, catching one of her breasts and her cheek as she turned to look at him.

"Messy boy." She growled seductively as she turned on her knees and pressed herself against Mikael's chest. Bringing his muzzle to hers, she kissed him softly, stroking his cheeks as she did. Their tongues danced together for a short while and then her paws slowly moved to his chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed.

"Sorry, I didn't mea..." a finger pushed over his muzzle silenced him as he lay prone.

"Is okay, I don't mind. We clean up soon though."

Gazing up at her, he couldn't help but smile. Stroking her cheek a well of his feelings suddenly surfaced. "You're so beautiful. I think I'm well and truly in love with you."

Throwing a leg over his hip, Natalya straddled her lover and lost herself in his soulful green eyes. "I think I'm in love with you too, Mikael."

"You can just call me Mik if you like."

"And you may call me, Nat. Only people close to me do." She murred softly as she wiggled her soaked crotch against his thick member and pressed it to his belly.

A new throb of blood rushing through him readied him for another round. "Not done yet?"

A wide toothy grin split her lips. "Not even close. I keep you up all night if I must."

"Promises, promises." Mikael chuckled.

Natalya laughed softly as she stroked his chest and slid her swollen labia along the length of his shaft. It was a beautiful sound with no extra motive or force behind it; she was just happy, happy in a very intimate way, something Mikael was pleased to be a part of. Raising her paw to her mouth, she sucked on two fingers for a moment, and then slipped it between her legs, carefully teasing herself before catching the tip of Mikael's shaft and guiding it back inside her fiery honey pot.

As she slid him inside her, Mikael watched as her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip under one of her canine teeth again. It was almost comical, but the moan she released as she reached the top of his knot dissolved his train of thought. Even after all they had done she still wasn't ready to fully take him, but she made it more than clear with her body that she deeply desired it to happen. "Relax," she purred "my turn to ride." With only her finger tips touching his chest she rose up on his shaft, squeezing him tightly as she moved. The motion made Mikael grunt as his paws began to rub her thighs. As she reached his tip she rolled her hips back and forth, teasing her lover for a few seconds before sinking back down and repeating the actions again.

The quite rustle of bedsheets and Natalya's soft moaning filled Mikael's ears as his head fell back on the bed. She looked gorgeous as she rode him slowly; small motions in her legs, hips and butt all added to the experience as she squeezed her inner walls around his shaft several times on each up and down stroke. Her paws lifted and began to caress her own chest. Dark pink fingers attached to snow white palms cut through the white fur of her breasts and as she squeezed her own body a low murr rose from her throat and turned to a gasp as she roughly pinched and tugged on her nipples. In his mind he imagined that in some way, the raunchy husky actually did enjoy putting on a show of sorts; and it was all for him.

After several minutes of riding him, she exhaled slowly and closed her eyes as she pressed her body down firmly on Mikael's cock. Her pussy was soaked to the point it could have been considered drooling, it made her effort to squeeze his knot inside her easier, but she still wasn't quite ready. Whining softly as she tried to force the bulbous knot inside her vagina, she relented and returned to riding his shaft. Gazing down on him lustfully but with no small amount of exasperation she shook her head and chuckled softly to herself. "Thick cock, Mikael. You're a challenge."

"Sorry if it's keeping you waiting." He smirked while firmly massaging her thighs.

"Mmm, I teach you how to do that properly someday."

"Please do." Sliding his paws towards her hips, she rose up a little farther on his dick and starting slowlyat first, she began to move and gyrate differently than before. It took Mikael a moment to realize what she was doing, but as her arms began to move with her hips he noticed she was doing a loose form of belly dancing on him while making love to him.

With her breasts swaying and jiggling and her abs flexing rapidly, Mikael watched wide eyed and ran his paws through his hair, not quite believing what she was doing. With certain moves she lowered herself and pressed his tip or most of his length against specific parts of her insides and squealed softly or loudly, depending on where she caught him inside her. Her performance was near hypnotic; Mikael was sure she could have done it for hours and still kept him rock hard. Wanting to be more involved with the experience, he launched his paws at her hips and slowly pulled her down as he lifted his own hips, thrusting into the dancing husky.

Gasping sharply, she felt her flesh begin to stretch more easily around his knot as it made contact. Her whine returned as she nearly crested the widest part of his knot; swiftly she launched her paws at his chest and rose up, easing the pressure on her throbbing wet mound. Mikael looked up at her, concerned that he'd pushed too far too fast, but strong fingers lightly caressed his muzzle as she gazed down at him. "Not yet, but soon." She growled softly. "That felt good."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Shaking her head, Natalya kissed the tip of his nose sweetly. "Nyet, was sore, but felt good; like morning stretch." Smiling at him, she could see some tension and willingness to help her along the way to orgasm. "You want to take charge?"

His cheeks flushed as his fur bristled with embarrassment. "Yeah, I want you to be satisfied too."

Lying down on top of her lover, she began to roll and pulled him on top of her. Now fully on her back, she seemed to sink into the bedsheets. The look framed her perfectly; long black hair sprawled out beneath her and shining violet eyes held his gaze as her body writhed slowly beneath him. "You make me your bitch?" she teased shyly.

"You're no-ones bitch, Nat. You are my queen though." Mikael smiled.

Once more, the compliment made the buff husky blush. "Flatterer." She giggled bashfully.

"You'd better believe it." He growled in a low seductive tone that seemed to make Natalya's eyes light up.

"Do it, wreck me." She whispered.

Without pulling his gaze from hers, Mikael took a hold of her right wrist and moved it above her head and then did the same with her left. Natalya grinned expectantly as his paws slid into hers and their fingers interlocked. "Someone as lovely as you should never be wrecked. I think sated will do."

"Truly a gentleman." She murred.

Working his hips back and forth, Mikael thrust into her as deep as he could. Her fingers extended as she inhaled sharply and let a tremor of pleasure run through her. Mikael assumed that she wasn't used to just lying back and letting herself be dominated. Her fingers closed around his paws once more, but her grip felt looser. As his cock withdrew she sighed happily and hooked her legs around his. Another thrust, then another and the cycle of moaning, yipping, grunting and crying out names began again for both of them.

Catching sight of her nipples as her breasts bounced with his thrusting, Mikael remembered how much she seemed to enjoy tweaking and tugging on them. He decided it was his turn to so her some further attention there. Bringing his mouth to her breast, he began swirling his tongue around her right nipple; she let out a sharp yip of delight that quickly turned to a throaty moan of bliss as his mouth closed around the sensitive exposed flesh. Rolling his tongue over the hard nub again and again while he pinched it lightly with his teeth and tugged just enough to make her squirm; Natalya whined and panted her approval and even struggled a little against his grip.

Locking her legs tighter around the tigolf's, Natalya howled like she was in distress. Pulling himself away, he glanced down at her. "You okay?"

Panting hard, she nodded and swallowed, trying to catch her breath. "Keep going."

A smile wiped the look of concern off of his face as he watched her for a moment. Seeing she was in no real distress other than being held close to fulfilment, he turned his attention to her left nipple. Being a little rougher with the lashing of his tongue and pinching and tugging with his teeth, he listened attentively as her moans and gasps began to sound all the sweeter.

There had been no let up from any quarter. She remained pinned by Mikael as he teased and sucked on her nipples. His cock continued to piston in and out of her; every few thrusts he tried to enter her fully drawing out more squeals and groans. Part of him wondered if he had too much girth for her to take. Had she really gone so long without or was she just naturally extremely tight? Their bodies fell into rhythm with each other, his thrusting timing as she raised her hips to accept him. Minutes began to tick by and both of their frustrations grew.

Mikael knew he could only go so long and assumed he might only have one more load to fill her with; he just wanted her to be satisfied as well after the night had taken such a turn for the better. It was almost like work for a few seconds until one hard thrust, Natalya's eyes shot open and she felt his knot begin to pass her tight entrance. For a moment, Mikael felt some relief, but as soon as it was there, he felt Natalya squeeze him out of her.

"What wrong?"

She didn't answer, her paws came away from his and with a slight twist and rocking of her hips; she knocked the tigolf off balance and rolled him onto his back. Not quite sure what happened, he watched Natalya carefully as she pressed two fingers to her labia, spreading her lips wide as she closed her eyes and let her body slowly sink down the full length of his shaft. She made a satisfying whine and he held his breath as his cock breached her with every last inch; his wide and bulbous knot flaring her vagina for a moment before being engulfed.

"Oh Gods, it been too long..." Natalya panted as she brought her paws to Mikael's chest and lowered her head until she was almost nose to nose with him. Glancing down, she rubbed at his chest over his heart and smiled. "Mine?"

Mikael was surprised that it was a question. Placing a paw over her heart and using his other to tilt her head up to look him in the eyes again, he smiled. "Mine?" They nodded and smiled at each other. After a few short seconds of feeling their connection they wrapped each other up in a loving embrace and kissed each other wildly.

A firm pressure around his shaft brought Mikael back into the moment. As he let his paws roam and grope across Natalya's body, his hips began to buck again, moving his thick cock deep inside her pussy. She called out his name and begged him to bring her to climax. He knew he had to now, but being so deeply connected he wanted to stay inside her for a little longer. With every move she squirmed and shook in pleasure, so close to her release but still just out of reach. His semi-barbed glans probed and massaged the very deepest parts of her vagina, stroking and tickling areas she hadn't felt before; he even made several brushings against her cervix.

Natalya's passion in the moment was far from controlled. She clawed and groped at his body, even gripping his backside firmly for a while to keep him as close as possible. Even though her claws scraped his skin, she meant no harm. Her body pulsed and rippled with excitement and electric heat seemed to build in her groin as she squeezed every muscle she could around him.

Pressing her back onto the bed, Mikael sat up and opened his lover's legs wide. Gazing at her as she hugged her breasts tight and pinched her nipples; she bit her lip and nodded, seeming to know what he was about to do. Gripping the back of her knees, Mikael began to withdraw his cock, making both lovers moan deeply.

Slowly at first, his knot stretched her once more and with a slow wet slurp, he came free. A sigh left Natalya's mouth and was once more turned into a gasp as he thrust back in to her depths. "Oh shit!" Mikael growled "That's tight!"

There were no words from Natalya as she felt him plough all the way back into her pussy. Forcing his hips back once more, his cock slowly stretched her again to the sound of another wet release and as he drove back in, he felt a slight easing on her vagina. On and on they went; thrust after thrust, moans filling the room, slick fluids coating the bed sheets and still Natalya was not quite satisfied.

"I'm so... so... close..." She cried out in a hoarse voice, desperate for release.

Releasing her knees, Mikael launched one paw at her breasts and firmly massaged the warm soft flesh, teasing and pinching her nipple between his fingers and lightly dragging his short claws across her skin. His other paw he rested over her crotch and with the pad of his thumb, he gently rubbed her clit. With each deep thrust, his balls slapped against her muscular backside, the sound loud from how wet the two had become. Every gentle passing of his thumb pad over her clit sent jolts of pleasure through her body and the firm hold on her breast and nipple finally tipped the balance.

"Oh shit, I'm... I'm..." Natalya lost her words as a loud cry robbed her of her vocabulary. Bucking and twitching violently for a few seconds, Natalya fought for control of her body. It had been so long since she'd had such a powerful orgasm, that she had forgotten how to ride it out.

Mikael fared little better. As Natalya's body rippled with pleasure induced convulsions, her pussy clamped down hard around his cock. The throbbing sensation triggered another orgasm for him as more thick seed shot from his thoroughly drenched penis.

In her throws of pleasure, she latched herself around him and squeezed him tight. It was a bear hug like no other and for a brief moment as they rolled on the bed together, Mikael though she might accidentally hurt him. As they came to a stop and their afterglow began to settle in, Mikael found himself looking up at Natalya as she released him and sat up still trembling from the experience and firmly impaled on the tigolf's pulsing member. Somehow, she had enough energy to lift her legs and plant her feet on the bed. With a soft blissful moan, she raised herself enough to let Mikael's still hard cock to slip from her body. With a wet slap it hit his belly and in parody of what had happened earlier, sprang back towards Natalya and sprayed one last jet of cum that splattered her inner thighs and bottom of her breasts.

Collapsing back onto her knees, Natalya laughed softly as she tried to catch her breath. "Needed that."

"No shit." Mikael panted. "Feel better?"

Natalya smiled and nodded and then brought her paws to Mikael's stomach. Idly stroking his fur, she gazed at him dreamily. "You are messy boy though."

"Didn't mean to coat you again, sorry."

Laughing quietly, she stroked his cheek affectionately. "Told you I don't mind; best sex always has a lot of clean up anyway."

Mikael chuckled and pulled her on top of him, wrapping her in his arms and kissing her softly as they lay in their afterglow. Nuzzling her gently and stroking some hair from her face, he growled softly in her ear. "You've got a grip that could crush tanks."

Sitting up quickly, Natalya looked panicked as she tenderly touched his ribs and searched his posture for any damage she might have done. "I not hurt you, did I?"

Taking her paws in his and bringing her back into his embrace, he soothingly stroked her back. "I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"I'm sorry." She said, disappointed in herself.

Mikael stroked her cheek and kissed her nose softly. "Don't be, I'm fine. You were just a little energetic, that's all."

Even under the pink fur on her cheeks, Mikael could tell she was red with embarrassment. "Been a long time," she sighed and looked away, staring out of the window for a second before looking back and smiling "and never been with a hybrid before."

The tigolf chuckled. "I assume that's a good thing."

Natalya nodded enthusiastically. Best bits of canine and feline. "Canine what I made for, feline barbs just too much; but yours are perfect."

Scratching the back of his head, Mikael found himself blushing. "I'll take that as a compliment." He smiled at her but noticed her eyes darting between his and his cock. Taking a quick glance down, he saw that he was still rock hard. Normally he'd have been done by now, but his body seemed to have decided that tonight was going to be a long one.

"You got one more round left?" The busty husky asked playfully as she stroked the underside of his shaft with the back of her fingers.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" The look Natalya shot the tigolf with told him it wasn't the answer she was looking for.

"Yeah, I think I can go once more." He coughed, retracting his former answer.

Finding her feet as she stood up, the husky took three uneasy steps towards her ensuite bathroom. "Good; wait there, stay hard." Striding away with confidence in her steps, a sway in her hips and matted fur with his seed running down the inside of her thighs. Mikael grinned and took a hold of his dick, pleased with the mess they had both made. Stroking himself slowly to stay erect, he watched as she glanced over her shoulder and winked at him before entering her bathroom.

He heard the opening of a closet and then some rummaging noises. After almost a minute he could hear Natalya speaking in Russian to herself and from the tone he guessed she was swearing. Then there was a sound of relief. "Just a minute." She called out.

"I'm not going anywhere." Mikael chuckled.

Another two minutes passed and Natalya prowled out of the bathroom, her hungry eyes glued to him as she approached. It was both predatory and sensual to watch as her hips swayed and large breasts bounced with every step.

As she approached, the scent of their love making became stronger, but he noticed she had wiped the worst of their fluids from her inner thighs. Stopping in front of him she stroked the underside of his chin and smiled. "You ready?" Still slowly pumping his cock, Mikael nodded. "Good." she turned around and bent over slightly. Lifting her tail and gripping her backside firmly with her paws, she spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing her tight puckered tail hole. "All yours."

Mikael's nose and ears twitched as he sat forward and placed his paws on her butt as she withdrew hers. Smiling as he saw a small amount of clear liquid on her anus he felt the need to ask a question. "Did you just lube up for me?"

"Da, want you all in there too."

"Do, do you like it?" Mikael asked with some apprehension.

With her tail wagging slowly from side to side and a slight wiggle from her hips, she nodded. "Da, I know most girls not a fan, but I enjoy it in my own way."

"Fair enough." He tried to pull her towards him, but she skipped out of his grip and giggled. Mikael raised an eyebrow at his lover. "I thought you said; all mine?"

"Still got to come get it." She growled suggestively.

His legs still weren't the sturdiest, but as he stood and felt his balance return, the tigolf followed Natalya as she playfully backed away from him. It only took a few seconds before they began fully chasing each other around the room, and then out into the wider apartment again. Their laughter rose as several thumps on the wall from Natalya's neighbor could be heard. "You're not going to tell him to let it go again are you?"

"Nyet, he's seen enough of me for one night." She chuckled while darting around the couch and heading back towards the bedroom.

Giving chase, Mikael slammed the door as he entered the room and then bounded across the bed, making Natalya squeal as he crossed the remaining distance and pinned her into the corner of the room. "Your ass is mine now." He chuckled, realizing how bad a line he'd just said.

Natalya pushed herself up onto the window ledge and hooked her legs around Mikael's waist. "Was always going to be if you stuck with me." She murred reassuringly as she kissed him sweetly on the lips. Pulling away she spat on her paw and then smeared it over the tip of his cock. "I might be lubed, but don't want you to be completely dry." Pleased he was still firm, she angled his cock and rested his tip against her tailhole. "Be gentle. Been a long time since I did anything there."

"Sure we won't be seen?"

Natalya nodded. "Told you, mirror type glass. If I wrong though, someone getting hell of show."

Mikael couldn't help but giggle; they were already too far gone to worry and here she was offering something he'd only had the chance to do once before. With growing pressure, Mikael began pushing his cock tip forward. Her ass was tight, tighter than her pussy had been. Slowly as the pressure built her sphincter began to buckle, some clear lube oozed out around his tip and trailed through her fur. Easing the pressure, he pulled back, and started again a few seconds later. A soft whine rose from Natalya, but when he looked into her eyes, she merely grinned and nodded, urging him to continue. With the tip of his shaft now well and truly lubed, it only took a little more pressure before her fleshy ring gave way and allowed him into her back passage.

Natalya inhaled sharply and gripped his shoulders with an iron hold. Mikael froze as he could feel her tremble. Looking down he saw more than half of his cock had become buried inside her and he even saw her anus spasm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She clamped a paw around his muzzle and kissed his nose while panting. "Is okay, just not so much so quickly, da?" With her breath returning, her grip loosened and she stroked his muzzle tenderly. "Not stretched yet. You need to loosen me up, slowly."

With a paw on her hip and one on her tummy, he pulled out until just his tip remained inside of her puckered ring. The feeling made Natalya's head roll back and rest against the large glass pane and her tongue loll out of her mouth briefly. Seeing her obvious enjoyment; Mikael thrust inside her gently, not going quite as deep as he had before. Natalya's upper body seemed to go limp, but her legs remained firmly locked behind him; it was a clear indication that, she wanted him to keep going regardless of their slight false start; after all who was he to disappoint such a rare female?

His strokes were short and slow; knowing full well that moving too fast or too deep could hurt his lover. Feeling her slight resistance as he pulled out and pushed in, he became very aware of the trust she had in him and how he had originally imagined she might treat him like a new toy or plaything after they started dating. All evening she had been firm with him, but she'd not done anything to hurt him even though he knew she could in a heartbeat. There had been playful pushing and holding, but she hadn't ever tried to hurt him; even when she had destroyed his shirt on an earlier date. He smiled, that event felt so long ago now; now they had crossed the threshold into a more intimate side of their relationship.

Taking a deep breath and slow exhale, Natalya became more animated again. Her tail swayed from side to side as if she were lazily dusting the wall with it. Gripping his biceps, she let out a sultry growl and leaned forward while pushing her feet into the back of Mikael's thighs. "Deeper." She murred softly.

Following her demand, Mikael slid his dick a little farther into her depths. Her paws shot from his arms and firmly grabbed the ledge that she sat on. He heard the buckling of plasterboard as her claws dug into the wall; smirking, he shook his head laughing as his own thoughts, wondering if Natalya had just given up any deposit she had made on the apartment due to the minor damage.

Natalya pushed herself up, lifting her backside off of the ledge and taking her weight on her paws. The tigolf's eye's became wide orbs as he watched her muscles tense, taking almost her full weight. Rolling her hips and squeezing her buttocks tightly, he was sure she was trying to milk one last load out of his cock. If he had anything left, he'd gladly give it to her for indulging him with such a wild and passionate night.

Gripping her butt with both paws, Mikael growled and pushed deeper still. "Yes!" She cried. Mikael smiled; he was sure he hadn't heard her say 'yes' before in her Russian accent only, 'da'. He had thrust almost his entire shaft into her and there was only a small gap between his knot and her anus. The way things were going, he assumed that he'd knot her twice that night if her demands for more kept up.

Mikael chuckled as another cheesy line entered his mind. "I'm gonna plough you so thoroughly and leave so much seed in you, people will think your ass is a field."

Balancing back on the window ledge, she cupped his cheek with one paw and gazed into his eyes encouragingly. "Promises, promises, my Dutch King."

The tigolf felt his heart flutter and he suddenly had a mountain's worth of pride in himself. Her words stoked something in him and with a heave, he lifted her higher, sliding his arms under her knees so that her feet moved over his shoulders and then he lowered her until his knot began to stretch her tight tailhole. She tensed and bucked against him, feeling some pain but wanting more. She called out something in Russian that he wasn't even sure was coherent through her moaning, but it was quickly replaced by familiar English words of encouragement.

Her calls were uplifting, filthy, and were just giving him more ideas. He wanted to be fully inside her again before doing what he really wanted to, but she still wasn't quite ready. Changing his pace, he started a firmer thrusting and added a slight rocking to his hips as he did. The motions synced up with Natalya's as she rolled her hips as best she could while keeping her balance. Natalya's expression became wide eyed and her tongue started to loll out of her mouth once more.

"You really do love this, don't you?" Mik growled as he took on a more dominant posture.

"Da, da!" The husky howled as his cock pumped in and out of her muscular rump.

"Gonna have to do this more often."

"Da, anywhere you want." She panted as her eyes crossed briefly.

Her expression amused and excited Mikael, but he was growing impatient. "I'm knotting you." He growled as he leaned closer to her ear.

Natalya was about to try and slow him down when a strong thrust rammed against her tailhole and she felt her sphincter buckle slightly to the pressure, taking his knot almost to the widest part. She groaned and launched herself forward, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and almost clawing at his back to hold on.

"Keep going!" she cried. "I want to feel it in the morning."

"Anything for my Russian Queen." He growled lustfully and with several quick thrusts while supporting her weight, he lowered her a little farther with each thrust making her cry out in ecstasy until finally with one deep thrust and lowering her at the right moment, his knot breached her tailhole and locked them together for the second time that night.

Natalya's body spasmed and she sounded like she'd just come in from an Ice storm. She shivered but continued to hold on tight. The tigolf in her arms froze for a moment just holding her until her shivering stopped. After a few heavy breaths, he felt her head rest on his shoulder as she lightly nuzzled his neck.

"Keep going, my King." She panted softly.

Still buried to his sheath in her ass, Mikael lifted her fully into his embrace and then moved to the bed quickly and carefully lay her down, all the while Natalya groaned and murrmered with satisfaction as his cock moved around in her asshole. Letting her unfurl from him, he looked down at her and smiled. "Now that's sexy."

Natalya caught her breath and giggled. "Make it sexier and messier; don't stop."

Reaching forward, he took a hold of her paws and held them to the sides of her head. As his muzzle brushed against hers, he kissed her deeply and as their tongues intertwined once more; his hips began to move and made the Amazonian husky moan passionately into the kiss. To see her so submissive all of a sudden really turned him on and he swore he felt himself get even harder. His thrusting continued for several minutes all the while she lay back and played the role of his captive and relished every ounce of attention he gave her.

Rising up again, he began to pull out and felt her body try to hold him inside of her. "Gods, every bit of you is tight." Slowly and with groans of both pleasure and pain from the lovers, Mik's knot was finally pulled free. The sudden relaxing of pressure made them both pant heavily.

Through blissful whimpering, Natalya finally uttered "Re-knot me."

Mik's eyes shot wide open. "You want me to knot-fuck your ass?" He said with some surprise. Knot fucking was a thing that particularly intimate canine lovers did. After knotting they would forcefully separate and then re-knot multiple times. It wasn't something done regularly, but if done right was said to deepen the bond between lovers, as the urban myth went at least. For someone to want the same anally was truly rare.

"Da, fuck me hard and deep, Mikael." She said through deep breaths as she closed her eyes.

Smiling broadly, Mikael grabbed behind her knees and held her legs in front of him, tilting her butt up and towards him he altered the angle of his penetration. Pushing in slowly he watched as her asshole yielded to his knot a second time while she moaned her approval. After a few seconds he pulled out again and extracted more deep throaty groans of lust and desire from the near insatiable husky.

Again and again, the cycle continued with growing rapidity. For a moment Natalya looked to have lost all of her strength and just lay on the bed accepting the thorough knot-fucking Mikael was giving her in her ass. After almost five minutes of repeated knotting, she was loose enough that his knot slipped in and out of her with such ease that it just became like anal sex but with a much wider dick filling her at the entrance.

Natalya's moans lowered as she enjoyed the feeling of him being inside her until all that could be heard from her was a low murmur of constant satisfaction. Opening her eyes she saw Mikael lean over her once more as his thrusting slowed. Reaching up she lightly stroked his cheek and smiled with half lidded eyes. "Hello lover." She said playfully.

"Are you done?" Mikael asked sincerely, "I swear you look like you could go to sleep with this going on."

Natalya snorted a short laugh, but shook her head. "Enjoying something I've wanted for a while now, with someone I love." Lowering her paws to his chest, she lightly massaged his muscles. "And you? Are you done?"

"If we keep this pace up, I'll go for a good while longer."

The husky grinned. "How about big blow out?"

Mikael growled suggestively. "I have an idea, if you've got the strength for it." Pulling out of her tail hole, she moaned over a loud wet slurp as a large glob of lube spilled out of her back passage, over her tail and on to the floor. He grimaced and glanced back at the prone husky. "Sorry about that, I didn't know how much you put up there. I'll clean that up..."

Sitting up and tenderly gripping his cock in one paw, she slowly jerked him off as she gazed into his eyes. "We'll clean up together. Now, what your idea?"

"Will you let me be in control?"

She smiled softly and nodded. "You only have to ask."

Grinning like a school-boy, Mikael took her paws and led her to the windows. "Face the glass, please." He said softly while stepping behind her. She obliged and let him lead her actions. Taking a hold of her wrists he placed her paws on the glass and them pressed himself to her back and reached under her arms then fondled her heavy yet firm breasts.

Gasping loudly, Natalya glanced over her shoulder through sweaty matted hair and licked her lips. "I think I know what you want."

"Think we can handle it?"

"Da, take me again Mikael. Tie with me."

"Yes my Queen." He growled softly in her ear as he moved one paw back to his cock and lined his shaft up with her quivering stretched tailhole. His first thrusts pushed her forward slightly and she quickly rested her forearms and paws against the glass. "Ready?" He asked as they settled into a comfortable position and his tip slid slowly back into her anus.

"Fuck me, Milyy!" She growled seductively.

No further encouragement was needed in that moment. His thrusts were slow and powerful to begin with and over the next few minutes became faster and more frantic. The wet slap of flesh and fur barely sounding over their combined growling, moans, and groans. Reaching forward again he firmly kneaded the Huskies huge breasts and realized his assumption might be right. She did have more muscle on her chest and it lent its shape to her magnificent mounds of flesh.

"Harder!" Natalya called out.

Mikael was all too willing to provide what she wanted, even if tiredness and a growing pain in his muscles were building. Squeezing her breasts more firmly and returning to harder more powerful thrusts made her moan weakly, but he could see she was far from done. She started speaking softly; switching between Russian and English, he wasn't sure exactly what she was saying all of the time but he got the impression of sweet nothings, pleading for more, and begging to be filled again and again.

His cock pounded all the way in and out of her tailhole. After a while every pull out extracted a gasp from her and a grunt from him, while every push back inside enticed a moan from her and panting from him. Her pussy was drooling her fluids; she even felt saliva drip from her mouth as she moaned excitedly in his grasp.

Feeling close to his limit, Mikael played his final card. Grabbing her inner thigh, he forced one of her legs up and then quickly shifted his grip to her ankle and held her leg up as best as he could. Amazed that Natalya was holding their position so easily, he continued to plough her tailhole for all it was worth.

"Knew it," she panted, "next time, I do full splits."

"You'd do this again?" He huffed as his cock slipped in and out of her ass.

"Just ask." She growled in a sultry tone. "Not properly stretched right now."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" He growled.

Nataly panted harder as she felt her lover pick up the pace again. A grin crossed her muzzle as she lowered her head. "Stick me with those barbs, Mikael. Fuck me like a tiger!"

Her words triggered something primal in Mikael. The pride he had felt from her earlier words, suddenly felt like power. He snarled and pounding her hard and fast. The pace was relentless and the wet slapping quickly became louder than their growls and gasps. Natalya cried tears of joy for being so thoroughly mated and Mikael growled, holding his lover tightly as their climax approached.

With the burst of adrenaline fading slowly, Mikael huffed and groaned in relief as he felt one last load of his cum spill inside of the beautiful huskie's bowels. He trembled all over and felt his cock pulsing again and again making sure every last drop was spent. Natalya lightly bit her lip as she felt his seed coat her insides. Her legs trembled as both her pussy and tailhole twitched erratically with more of her fluids gushing from her pussy and lube squirting out of her anus, but only after Mikael finally withdrew from her and shot the very last of his seed over her thighs, stomach and underside of her breasts, did she allow herself to fall.

Catching his lover with what strength he had left, he lowered her to the floor and lay by her side on the cool tile flooring. Curling up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her and felt her body ride out the last of her orgasm.

They lay in silence for almost five minutes just enjoying feeling close to each other. Natalya was the first to break the long quiet moment. Rolling over, she pressed herself close to Mikael and nuzzled his shoulder. "I was right about you." She whispered.

"Right about what?" He asked, uncertain in her meaning.

The husky smiled sleepily and carefully stroked some matted hair from his face. "Everything I wanted. I hope I'm the same for you."

The tigolf felt her words play on his heart more than ever before. "Everything and more." The lovers cuddled close together, not caring where they lay, just so long as they were together. After a few minutes, Natalya spoke up again. "We really do need to clean up though."

"Five more minutes?" Mikael asked sheepishly.

Natalya laughed softly and then stood up. Offering her paws to Mikeal, she helped him to his feet and then walked with him to the bed with his cum leaking out of her pussy and her ass. "Five minutes, but in comfort." She chuckled and fell back on the bed. "Come here, Milyy."

Mikael smiled and crawled over her and kissed her softly and slowly, enjoying the afterglow of the moment before lying next to her. "Yes my Queen."

After a short rest, the lovers moved into the bathroom to clean each other thoroughly. They shared a long and intimate shower, barely talking, but slowly and carefully exploring each other's bodies. As they cleaned each other, Natalya had dropped to her knees and given Mikael oral sex once more, but guessing he was spent, she didn't try to over stimulate him. Likewise, Mikael returned the favor, gently lapping at her pussy and slowly tightening anus. It had been a bonding experience that had ended with them holding each other lovingly, not wanting to be parted, until the water saver timer kicked in and stopped the flow of water.

After drying themselves, Natalya continued to parade around the apartment naked, while Mikael wandered around with a towel tied around his waist. The clean-up in the apartment had been quick; a few bleach wipes, a little stain remover and a quick change of bed sheets had fixed everything. For about half an hour they idly chatted while enjoying some of the potato chips that Natalya had stolen from her neighbor along with tall glasses of water.

Looking at the clock, Mikael realized it was only eleven-thirty, and yet he was well and truly drained. Seeing his eyes drifting to the bedroom, Natalya took his paws and led him there. Sliding beneath the covers, she invited him to join her and as he moved next to her. Wrapping herself into his embrace, she whispered to him not to run away before they both felt sleep wash over them.

* * *

Mikael woke slowly. As his senses returned he could feel soreness in parts of his body he was sure he hadn't used the muscles properly for in years. "Worth it." He mumbled to himself as his eyes cracked open. Blurry vision resolved and with it came the realization that he was alone. The space next to him where Natalya had fallen asleep was vacant. Stretching his arm, he slid his paw over where he had expected her to be and hoping to feel some residual heat. Nothing; her side of the bed was cold.

Sitting up Mikael dropped his head into his paws and grimaced. Nerves and anxiety began to fire off and flood his thoughts. His thoughts from early in the previous evening resurfaced and he wondered if she was just done with him. He wondered again about Natalya's personality and considered that last night had just been the end of a game to her. He was upset, but there were no tears to cry just a hollowness he had been dreading.

Getting off the bed, Mikael picked up the towel he had dried himself with after their late clean up session and wrapped it around his waist. With a sullen expression he left the bedroom and glanced out of the massive windows. It was late, later than he thought. The clock on the pillar showed just after nine-thirty; it was a later wake up than normal for him but given the late night activities he and Natalya had been up to, he wasn't surprised. Turning into the kitchen he checked the cabinets and retrieved himself a glass and then filled it with water and took a long drink.

Depression threatened to overcome him when he heard a sound from an area around the corner. It sounded like something heavy had been set down and then a moment later he heard footsteps. He was surprised when Natalya walked around the corner and saw her sudden shock that he was there. She wore a tight fitting deep blue and black sports bar and shorts along with white tennis shoes and her hair tied back into a long pony tail; she looked quite adorable and his heart skipped a beat when she smiled and jogged happily towards him.

"Milyy." She barked with joy as she approached him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Was just coming to wake you. Sleep good, da?"

Mikael was taken aback, as his mind continued to fill him with negative thoughts. "Uh, yeah, just great."

"How you feel?" She asked curiously.

"A little sore, but good. You?"

She smiled and let her paws trail down his chest. "Same, not felt this good in a long time."

Mikael felt his old nerves taking control. "Do you need me to head out? I mean, you look busy."

Concern washed over Natalya's face. "What? You need to leave? I just finished new work out plan for models and had short work out."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden."

Natalya took his paws and walked him to the couch. Taking a seat, she patted the cushion next to her and without a word, Mikael sat and faced her. "You not burden to me. I want you here; I told you last night, I want a relationship, not just sex, not just one night."

Mikael wanted to say something but the words caught in his throat. Gazing into her violet eyes he saw realization come to her and a few seconds later she shifted her position and straddled him on the couch.

"Mikael, I'm sorry," her Russian accent was gone and the crisp tone of her English accent took its place, "I worried I'd gone too far with my tests, but I had to see them through, I just needed to know if you were the one for me. I'm sorry if all of this hurt you, but I need you to understand that I don't want you to leave me. I want you in my life, always."

It was hard for the tigolf to argue with Natalya firmly sitting in his lap, but his anxiety still got the better of him. "I'm.... I'm not good enough for you, Natalya."

Leaning forward, she pressed her muzzle to his and kissed him tenderly. Seconds dragged on as she took her time; her tongue coaxing his until finally he relaxed and enjoyed what was happening. Finally pulling away, Natalya smiled lovingly at Mikael and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs as she cupped his head. "Let me be the judge of that."

The sincerity of her words broke Mikael and he wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his head against her shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm a wreck."

Stroking his long black hair, Natalya sighed happily. "I am going to need you to get your things though."

Mikaael sat back sharply with absolute confusion. "I... I thought you wanted me..." He was swiftly silenced as her finger pressed to his mouth.

Smiling broadly, she shook her head. "Not like that. You're currently staying in a hotel, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"First, we are going to get changed and have breakfast. Then we are going to your hotel to get your things and get you checked out and get any refund you need. You're staying with me now."

Mikael looked surprised. "I thought you were only renting this place in the short term?"

"For now yes, San Francisco is nice, but with things working out positively between us I was hoping you might want to buy an apartment with me in L.A. seeing as we both travel there a lot for work. Are you interested?"

"Are you serious?"

The husky leaned closer and softly kissed his nose. "Mikael, I don't ask life changing questions if I'm not serious."

The logic part of Mikael's brain took over as he started to figure out how things would work. "Sure, I guess it could work, I do long term stuff in L.A., but then we'll need to figure out taxes, holdings, do I need a dual citizenship?"

Natalya giggled and rubbed his chest. "Relax, I know a great international accountant, and immigration lawyer if we need them. I've also seen a building there by the same architect as this one, so we could get something similar to this."

"You really want this, don't you?" Mikael asked softly.

Natalya nodded, her black hair bobbed slightly as she did. "Da," her Russian accent slowly took over as she spoke, "I've had fun in my life; I have good friends, a stable job, and a life that I enjoy, but I'm tired of feeling alone, Milyy. I want you to complete me, and I want to be the one to complete you."

Mikael felt a lump in his throat, but a soft laugh escaped him. "No more craziness?"

Natalya smirked playfully at him and rubbed over his heart. "No promises, but I won't be picking on you anymore."

"Well that's a relief."

"Unless you want to play a different type of game in public?"

"What kind of game?" He asked with some excitement and foreboding.

"Trying not to get caught."

Mikael's mind was blown. The idea of sneaking around at public events had been a fantasy of his for a while. He had even written a few short stories about it, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine he'd ever find someone to indulge his fantasy.

"You're insatiable." He chuckled.

"And you're encourageable." She purred softly.

"I suppose asking for a threesome is out of the question?" He asked jokingly.

A sultry smile broke across Natalya's lips. "It not off the table."

"I was just..." He tried to start but was quickly silenced.

"I know. Wouldn't mind having a threesome someday."

The tigolf looked shocked. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Da, I'm bisexual, Mikael and maybe someday, we be comfortable enough to have a girlfriend with us."

"Wow," he said with some renewed confidence, "I never thought you'd take that seriously."

Natalya stroked his chest and smiled softly at her lover. "Let's just be us as a couple for now though. Want you all to self."

"I have no objection to that; just one thing though."

"Hmmm?"

"Milyy?"

Natalya beamed with happiness. "It can have different meanings in English; it commonly means 'cute' but can also have meanings like, 'endearing' or 'darling'."

Mikael grinned. "I think I like that."

"Good." She growled seductively and then kissed him sweetly. "I have one more thing for you too; something to look at."

"Oh, what's that?" He asked as Natalya got off of his lap and padded away quickly to the office by the front door. A few seconds after she disappeared into the room she re-emerged holding a large catalogue with some page flags marking it. "What's this?"

"Cassandra has idea for photoshoot she wants us to do in future. Not sure if I will be part of it though, I not the biggest fan of being in front of camera. However, I'm not against sexy outfits and if you want to have some fun in the future I was thinking about some of these." The husky handed her lover the large catalogue and he quickly caught the cover image as being a lingerie catalogue of some kind.

Flipping it open to the first page flag, Mikael's jaw dropped. He sat in stunned silence for a moment and then looked for the next page flag, and then the next and more in quick succession. After nearly five minutes of silence Mikael glanced up wide eyed and hopeful at Natalya who stood quite innocently waiting for his response. "You'd wear these?" Natalya nodded and slowly batted her eye lashes at him. "For me?"

"For us." She stepped forward and gently pushed his paw holding the catalogue to the couch and then slowly sat in his lap. "I'm no fool, Mikael. I know I'm fit and can wear this kind of thing easily and make it look good. I'm asking if you're okay with me doing this to help out with work, and are you okay with me doing it for us."

A sheepish grin formed on Mikael's muzzle. "Of course! Why would I stop you?"

Natalya giggled. "Show me your favorites; then we eat."

* * *

The next week had been a complete change in the tigolf's life. He and Natalya had become much closer after he had checked out of his hotel. Mikael had begun to identify when and how her personality changed and the more time he spent alone with her or in the company of a few close friends, he saw the real Natalya. A kinder, more uplifting, and understanding woman than he had dated in the beginning. Loving, affectionate, and passionate almost to the extreme, she did everything she could to help keep him calm while still having her own brand of fun in the world at large.

For the most part it worked. In his quiet moments alone he still had a deep running fear that their relationship may not last; either because of her actions, or his own anxiety. He was a no-one, and she was not only physically gifted, but financially powerful too. He dearly wanted to talk about it, but always hid the truth in the end. His life had changed, he was now the happiest and the most scared he'd ever been.

Their days and nights had been fun. It had been nice to walk around town with Natalya on his arm or just by his side. Dinner, dancing, movies, visiting parks or even just shopping turned into a wonderful distraction and built fond memories as their relationship blossomed. The sex was better than great and incredibly frequent. Mikael found that two sessions every other day worked for them, though secretly he knew they both wanted more. The husky had a libido that could make even the most seasoned nymphomaniac run for cover, but she had considerable self-control. Any time they had to wait only made the next round more intense, whether they were taking things slowly or pounding each other so hard and fast that the neighbors complained again.

Saying goodbye at the end of the week proved to be hard for both of them. Natalya had been close to tears but never left the flood gates open. It was that moment that Mikael realized she really was the one for him. She'd miss him and he knew it from the sound of her voice; her emotions were at the surface and they were hard to hide. When they finally parted, Mikael did his best to bury his fears and focus on getting back to work and staying in touch with Natalya as often as possible.

* * *

"You are looking far too pleased with yourself, Mik." Merlijn said shaking his head. "I know you like your work, but please, you're making the rest of us look um... Like we're being less than productive. How the hell you scored a month off is beyond me."

Mikael laughed. "Six years with the company and securing four major contracts got me that month of time off. As for the vacation, it left me with plenty to be happy about."

"Really, was the trip that good?"

Mikael's smile grew into a wide cheesy grin. "Taking the time off after the meetings were done was one of the best decisions I've ever made."

Merlijn cocked an eyebrow; the older elk becoming irritated with the tigolf's attempts to be cryptic. "Alright, spill it."

Reaching into a lower desk drawer, Mikael pulled out a fitness magazine and flipped it open to an article close to the center. Setting it on the desk he tapped the picture of Selenica Rae in an obvious studio gym with dark mood lighting and working out in winter camo sports bra and shorts. "I met her."

"Bullshit." The elk said with another shake of his head.

"Hey, what's going on?" Terrance asked. The squirrel's head appeared under the elk's arm without warning.

Merlijn snorted. "Our boy Mik here tells me he met that fitness model he's been drooling over for years."

"You met Selenica Rae?" The squirrel looked stunned at first, but then the elk's skepticism seemed to filter through. "Pull the other one."

"It's true; that's not all either. I met Adeola Oshodi and Selenica's personal trainer too." Mikael said leaning back in his chair and folded his arms.

"I call bullshit on that too." Bill growled as he got closer and bullied his way into the conversation. The massively overweight bear was normally friendly enough, but over the last few months had taken to trying to raise himself up the corporate ladder and was meeting with some success by showing a more dominating personality. "So who is this personal trainer then? He have a name?"

"She, yes she does and I've got to know it pretty well; Natalya." Mikael said flatly.

The bear shook his head. "Sure, so no last name then?" The sarcasm was so thick Mikael mentally wagered he could have cut it with a knife.

"Ruskiri, Natalya Ruskiri. She's a husky, a little shorter than me, white and pink fur, black hair, violet eyes, and one of the sexiest accents I've ever heard."

The elk looked disapproving. "Alright, Mik you've had your fun; what really happened?"

Reaching into his wallet, Mikael retrieved three business cards, one he swiftly slid back into his wallet as he saw the hand writing on it, the others he showed to the gathering of his work colleagues.

The squirrel leaned in closer and squinted his eyes and began to read. Both cards had the same logo and graphics, but different names. "Life in Pink Photography, Selenica Rae, Founder, Principal Photographer, Model." He paused before looking at the second. "L.I.P.P. Natalya Ruskiri," pausing again the squirrel locked eyes with the tigolf to which the black furred tigolf just smiled; he continued "Founder, Lead Administrator, Personal Trainer..." He trailed off.

"So you found some business cards; big deal, you have no actual proof." Bill said with a triumphant huff.

Reaching for his phone, he paused as a calendar alert chimed. Confused, he pulled out the device and sure enough after unlocking it, there was a time slot allocated for lunch with a client, but he seemed to have forgotten to add any details. "Huh, apparently I have a lunch I forgot about."

"A fine way to dodge your friends." Merlijn said with a friendly wink. "Nice try though."

Mikael growled and flipped to the gallery on his phone and found what he was looking for. Revealing the screen to his colleagues, they stood with wide eyes, seeing him posing for photos with both Selenica and Adeola.

"Holy shit! Those ladies are tall." Merlijn gasped.

"No kidding," Terrance squeaked "They've both got to be taller than you out of heels. I mean the hyena obviously, but the wolf, she must at least be as tall as you, Mik."

"Yeah, I think I'm two inches taller than her. She's reall...." Mikael's thought was interrupted as his desk phone rang and he reached to grab it. "Mikael Wolker."

"Mister Wolker, its Paula from reception. You have a visitor signing in to meet you for lunch, shall I send them up?"

"Sure thing, just make sure to give them the visitor pass. I'll be right here."

"Very good." The line clicked and buzzed as soon as she was done talking. Mikael chuckled; she was efficient with her calls, but she hated saying goodbye to anyone over the phone.

"Well seems my lunch meeting is about to start." Mikael growled and rubbed his head, still trying to wrack his brain as to who he was having lunch with.

"Alright, Mik, so let's say you met her. Not saying you didn't but I've seen you edit photos professionally for the company as a favor to the V.P., how did you get to know the trainer so well, as you said?" Bill growled in frustration at possibly being proved wrong.

"We're dating now."

The bear snorted. "You? Dating the personal trainer of a fitness model? Now I know you're pulling my leg."

"I don't have time for this." He growled, making Terrance shrink back slightly. He flipped through a few more photos and showed the photo of his look of shock when Natalya had kissed him on the cheek. "Here, satisfied?"

"Oh now I know you're taking the piss. Two girls with pink fur in the same place? You paid someone to stand next to you and colour corrected this yourself." Bill growled and looked down at Mikael as lower than him for lying to his face.

Mikael's muzzle twitched with irritation and as he stood to confront the bear they all missed the sound of the office elevator door opening. "Listen, Bill, just because you can only seem to climb the corporate ladder and not the relationship one, don't take it out on me."

The bear bristled and both the elk and squirrel backed off. "Easy guys, this doesn't need to be a big thing." Merlijn said trying to ease the situation.

"He's a liar, Merlijn. You can see it in his eyes. No female of that build would date him."

"Bill, I'm contacting H.R. about this." Mikael growled.

All four co-workers suddenly became aware that they were being watched. As Bill, Merlijn, and Terrance turned their heads, Mikael saw their eyes widen in disbelief and then he stepped out of his cubical to see who was there.

Standing in a pair of black jeans with tan ankle boots with short tassels and silver buckles, a red and gold floral portrait necked top and a soft leather jacket with her long black hair pulled over one shoulder; was Natalya. She stared at Mikael's three co-workers judging them harshly for what she had heard. "Nyet, this not professional." She said sounding deeply disappointed.

"Nat?" Mikael said; his voice full of surprise. "You set up this lunch?" The husky's warm smile that he'd become accustomed to split her muzzle as they stepped forward to hug each other. Wrapping their arms tightly around each other, they shared a short kiss which kept the others silent. "When did you get here? I'd have come to pick you up."

"Would ruin surprise that way." She chuckled and then looked at the three others on the walkway. "Let me guess, they not believe you?"

"Got it in one."

Her eyes became distinctly more predatory and the three males could feel themselves break into a cold sweat under her gaze. "Oh, I could have field day..."

"Don't," Mikael said with exasperation directed at his co-workers "you'll break them, and the company does need them."

Natalya pouted. "Like machine parts, da? Replace when broken." She said with a wicked grin. "I not like being dismissed as figment of people's imagination."

"Hang on." The tigolf said, raising his voice a little. Natalya stopped and glanced at him. "How about an apology?"

"Ehhh, less fun, but will suffice." She said and relaxed her posture.

"Gentlemen?" Mikael growled in a low authoritative tone. One by one each of Mikael's co-workers apologized and disbanded their gathering, heading back to their own cubicles with their tails between their legs. Mikael smiled and hugged his lover close and with the same affection, she returned the gesture, resting her head on his shoulder as they held each other. "Well, I have an hour. Where do you want to go for lunch?"

"Surprise me. Show me your home town."

Mikael chuckled and reached back into his cubicle for his jacket. "I know a bar that does some great Roti for lunch."

"Sounds good. I have other surprise for you tonight too." She said with a wry smile as they approached the elevator.

Gazing into her eyes curiously, he took her paw in his and squeezed gently. "What might that be?"

Brushing her muzzle next to his ear, she spoke in her English accent, barely above a whisper. "Black latex thigh-highs."

Mikael was certain his heart missed a beat. Swallowing hard he lowered his voice and whispered back. "Did you get it all?"

Biting her lip, Natalya giggled. "Maybe, is part of surprise." She said in her full Russian accent.

"I'm not going to get much sleep tonight am I?" He chuckled.

"Tonight?" Natalya laughed softly. "Sweet boy, I'm here for a week."

As the elevator door opened, he wrapped an arm around Natalya's waist and pulled her close. "You do have the best surprises."

Gently nuzzling his shoulder as they stepped into the elevator she spoke softly. "I know, you worth doing it for."

"I love you, Natalya." He said and softly kissed the side of her muzzle.

"I know; I love you too, Mikael. Very much." She growled softly as the doors closed and then kissed him passionately.