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Corneria, fourth planet of the Lylat system, the blue jewel beyond the Celestial Anomaly.

Krystal had never once visited the planet, having stayed on her world of Cerinia for half of her life, and Sauria for much of the later half. It was a different kind of beauty; where Cerinia had once been a world of temples and spirituality, and Sauria that of tribalism and raw natural beauty, Corneria City held the beauty of Lylatian technological ingenuity blended with a respect to the environment. Her eyes gazed up at the tall, strong spires of the city, the rush of low-altitude speeders and rail transportation causing her ears to flick. The populace around her were putting out good vibes, enough that she barely did not need to use her psychic abilities to read the people around her, enough that it caused her to unconsciously wag her tail.

"Of all the wonders in the galaxy... this is amazing," she breathed.

She'd arrived only an hour earlier by starship, having been dropped off at the Cornerian Defense Force's starport intending to be met by her team. Months since she had been informally added to the Star Fox mercenary unit after the Sauria Cataclysm, her talent for flying and her psychic abilities had been enough to be added on the CDF's payroll- all that remained was for her to get her paperwork signed and to conduct a formal interview, not least because she was one of the few remaining survivors of the now ruined planet of Cerinia. Being apart from the team was new, even daunting, but the general amiability of Cornerians had helped settle her nerves; though no amount of pleasantry could settle the natural urges in her lower belly, a distinct roiling signaling her seasonal fertility. The fact that her ship had left and arrived two hours later than scheduled had meant she'd needed to suffer through it for that much longer.

The satchel on her side buzzed and she jumped, quickly digging into it and pulling out her phone. Her muzzle split into a happy smile at the sight of Fox's picture on her phone, quickly taking the call.

"Hi, Fox!" she chirped.

"Hey, Krystal," Fox chuckled. "Sounds like I caught you in at a good moment. Did you land okay?"

"I did! This place is amazing- a lot cleaner than I was expecting."

"It's a damn sight better than Titania. I'm glad to hear you made it. Where are you right now?"

"I've been wandering around the starport for now- I'm sorry I couldn't meet you here, but I suppose even advanced technology won't make every flight take off on time. I know you wanted to be there for my interview, but hopefully they can take us in later. Where should we meet up?"

There was a pause, then the sound of Fox clearing his throat. "Uh... yeah. About that... There's been some unrest at the border of the system, and General Pepper wanted my input on how to deal with the situation."

"How bad?" she asked, suddenly serious. If there was a job to be done, she would be ready to help him with it. "Do you need me there?"

"No, you're alright where you are right now. It's nothing too major yet. A lot of it is confidential. What _isn't_confidential is that two weeks ago we received a few extra-galactic visitors from another region, the Wild Space sector, in the Skyriver galaxy. Something of a mix of ambassadors and fighters, but they're here as diplomats."

Her brow raised at this information. Non-Lylatian sentients in their part of the universe were not unknown, but a diplomatic visit was unusually rare. "You're sure you won't need me there?" she pressed again. "I can probably get a read on their intentions if you need an empath."

"If you were officially added to the team and we had reason to believe they're hiding something, we'd be getting you onboard quick, but these out-of-towners are pretty forthcoming with their information."

"What are they like?"

"I've yet to meet them, but I'm told they're very similar to Lylatians; anthropomorphic, bipedal beings. We may even share similar origins through genetics. I kind of wish I _could_meet them in person," he sighed.

"Can you not?"

"Gotta help in the war room. Anyway, the rest of the team is busy getting the ship prepared, so they can't come to meet you. I _was_able to meet one of the diplomats over the comm channels here, and I told him you needed a pickup and transport to a good hotel. He's a former mercenary who specialized in security, so I asked if he'd be willing to get you situated here, since they've been here a few weeks already, and he agreed. Would you be comfortable with that?"

"I hardly think I need a babysitter," she replied, frowning.

"Try not to think of it like that- you do need to get a better grasp of the city layout, and he's been here long enough to get you around. Besides, maybe you can get some information out of him on your own, unofficially. It could help."

She brightened at that. "Well, now that sounds like a mission, Commander. I think I'd be alright feeling this guy out and getting a read from him. Might not do all that good unless we know what's going on, though."

"Best I can tell, it's an incursion into Lylatian space from some kind of cult remnant, that these representatives are trying to stop." He paused for a moment and Krystal got the sense that he was trying to choose his words carefully. "But... don't make it top priority. I feel like these diplomats can be trusted, and right now it's better if you take it easy rather than having me throw you right into the fray."

"Fine, I guess I could do with a break," she said fairly. "Though I hope I at least get to see you after, maybe we could spend some time together."

"I'll try to get away if I can, but I won't turn down being put into the field, if that's what ends up happening. You understand that, yeah?"

"I understand," she repeated, smiling. "The best heroes know when they're needed. But hopefully you'll be alright. Give me an update when you can."

"I will. I lo..."

There was a pause. She waited, curious.

"... Fox?"

"... Ah... no, it's just... look, just enjoy yourself for now," he said in a subdued voice. "Have a little fun. You did great work on Sauria, and you had a rough time of saving the world. You'll be a part of our team even if they say no, we can get the paperwork done when you're ready."

"I know. I'll try to take it easy. Take care, Fox."

"You too."

The call ended and she pulled the phone away, staring at the image of his face with a sigh and a smile.

A part of her could guess what he had wanted to say, but she was not going to force him to say it until he could be comfortable around her; even if by this point they had been intimate.

It was only natural. System mercs were often under duress, she and Fox had saved the world, he had saved her life- there was something there, a spark that had ignited some deep feelings. It had only culminated in sharing oral attention, but it had been enough to stave off the pressure between them, building up better familiarity. The thought of his toned body and other distinct "features" caused her tail to wag again, the warmth in her loins burning at the mental image.

Which caused a bloom of embarrassment and humor behind her tangible enough for her senses to feel. She glanced back curiously, cocking her head as several bystanders hurriedly looked away with blushes on their face; though not so quickly that she didn't notice a couple of their eyes gazing at her barely-clothed backside.

Their attire triggered a thought, some small part in the back of her head remembering that most of the rest of the Lylat system preferred to maintain their modesty with more clothing than she wore, which at the moment only consisted of a dark-blue, translucent shirt, a pair of sneakers, and a bikini thong that barely covered her. It was more than acceptable wear on Cerinia, where modesty was focused on manner and behavior over appearance- it was not uncommon for many to forgo clothing entirely- but now she realized that it did nothing to hide the scent of estrus coming off her.

...Oh what the hell. Let them stare, she thought. Even were she completely nude and selling her body, she would not be breaking any laws on the planet. When she did turn away it was with a shrug and a smile, feeling there was no sense in being ashamed of her own body now. It wasn't as if she was propositioning others.

A ping on her phone interrupted her thoughts and she brought her phone back up- a text from the commander himself. "I forgot to tell you his name, look for a wolf with black hair named Kajex."

Her eyes flicked up from her phone and around her. Wolves in Corneria were not uncommon, though they were more common on Fichina or Titania; still, she could not see any nearby that matched the description. She winced, wondering if perhaps she should have stayed in place and waited for a pickup instead of wandering around the starport- until a voice cleared his throat behind her.

"Miss Krystal?"

The vixen's ears perked up and she turned to speak, only for her words to die on her lips. He was perhaps half a foot taller than Fox was, with gray fur, light-gray on his muzzle and below, a gold band marking across his eyes and the top of his muzzle and long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, though the right side of his bangs bore eight hair beads, alternating between two gold and two blue. He was dressed in a black and gold-trimmed captain's longcoat, with a black shirt beneath it and brown trousers from which a holstered pistol hung. His golden eyes gazed at her quizzically, a calm smile on his face. To any other sentient species he might have been mistaken as a local, yet there was a distinctive strangeness and exotic appearance in him that the vixen could only chalk up to instinctive knowledge- he was definitely from somewhere else.

The vixen stared at him for a few stunned moments, drinking in his handsome smile while she processed the courteous gesture. Fox was attractive by _any_standard- but she had to admit that this wolf was already stiff competition.

"You're Krystal, right?" he repeated again, holding out his hand.

The words jostled her out of her shock and as she held her right paw out to him she said the first thing on her mind. "Oh! Oh, yes, I'm Krystal! And you are... er..." She paused for a moment, still trying to get her mental balance back. "You're... you're not Lylatian, are you?"

He shook her paw with amazing gentleness for his build. "It's true, I'm from 'out-of-town.' I'm Kajex Surnahm. It's nice to meet you."

She adjusted the staff holster on her back, hoping to hide the nervous twitch and the purr in her voice as she responded. "It's good to meet you, Kajex. I'm Krystal. I, er... I hope it didn't take you too long to find me."

"Not at all," he assured her. "I've already narrowed down a place for you to stay and eat at while we wait for things to settled." There was a slight pause in which she could see the subtle widening of his nostrils, the slight contracting of his pupils and the barely perceptible shiver along his neck fur. The body language was scant; but through her empathic skill she could feel the pleased surprise coming from him. "Of course... if you'd prefer, we could find you a place to get you some new threads first."

A simmering heat grew beneath the vixen's skin at his words. Under his eyes it was now impossible to feel underdressed, it made the sensation in her womb spike a little more. With a little effort she straightened up (ignoring that it caused her ample breasts to jut out) and nodded.

"Thank you, Kajex- I would like that very much."

Her escort had arrived by speeder, and he was more than happy to take her where she wished, giving her the opportunity to learn about him. There was an expectation that it would be difficult to get him to open up, and she could sense that he likely did not do so easily with others; but on the things they _did_talk about, she could only sense complete honesty, causing her to wonder if perhaps she had somehow put his mind at ease.

It took an hour of sight-seeing before they found a place, neither cheap nor outrageous in price, though the price was hardly on the forefront of her mind, devoting most of her attention to him. In that time they had talked about their own histories, with Krystal relating her experiences on Sauria and meeting the Star Fox team; in return Kajex explained a little of himself, like the fact that he was a pack leader with a family on his ship, that he was mated to one of the diplomats that had arrived, and that he was in a law enforcement group helping to make his region of space safer.

"So the shorthand is that we were tracking down and detaining cultists in our system, only to learn that they'd found a breach in the Hyperspace Anomaly separating our galaxies. We expected to find a lot of void, same as anywhere past the Anomaly border- instead, we found the Lylat system. By chance the people here spoke Basic, same as most people in our galaxy, so communication was easy enough- which is good as the fringes of your system were being attacked."

"That's the 'incursion' Fox talked about, then?" Krystal asked.

"Pretty much," the wolf nodded, pulling the speeder into a parking space. "We're just trying to get ahead of the game so things don't get out of hand. At the same time our local politicians wanted us to approach peacefully and establish good political relationships, blah blach, etcetera..." he trailed off, rolling his eyes.

"Not used to playing an ambassador?" she guessed.

"Not really, no. My mother-in-law has helped in that regard, but even though I'm decent at it, I prefer a more 'hands-on' approach to solving issues. I usually leave the negotiations to my mate, unless it involves my own species."

Her ears perked up at the mentioned of a mate. "Ah, you got a special girl in your life?" she pressed.

"Sure do," he nodded with a grin. "You'll be meeting with her later, I'm sure. Alright, we're here."

It had been years since the vixen had been on a planet civilized enough to have its own clothing stores, and she'd never perused the goods of a technologically advanced metropolis like Corneria City. In the period between, she'd been clad in attire so skimpy it oftentimes resulted in her abandoning it altogether unless she was in the presence of a bipedal Saurian. Those working the front said nothing about her relative lack of clothing, but she could feel their eyes on her body all the same, causing her to smirk and flick her tail playfully to keep their attention. A half-second later she remembered she was being followed, expecting an admonishment from her attendant. When seconds passed and he said nothing, she glanced back at him.

The wolf slowed, hands in his jacket pockets and giving her a curious look. "You good?"

"Hmm, yeah," she decided, turning back. For a moment she sensed that he'd noticed the flick. The look on his face hadn't changed, and the brief blip in interest she'd sensed had flicker away into nothing - or had been hidden, she guessed. With a shrug she turned her attention to the clothing.

Having been the daughter of a Cerinian noble she was used to having security detail in her early, daily life, for things as mundane as shopping or going into any public area. To his credit Kajex did not seem lax in his job, keeping step and staying no farther than a few meters away. As she gathered a few pieces of clothing here and there she couldn't help but glance behind her, noticing how alert he was being. Beneath the calm surface she could feel a pleasant buzz from him, an aura of confidence and vigilance. Before long, she managed to strike up another topic.

"... You're being very attentive," she pointed out.

"Hmm?"

She brought a finger to her temple. "I'm telepathic, so I'm usually able to get a good read on people. You're a little harder to read than most, but right now you're very aware of our surroundings."

"Ah, I see. Well, I like being laid back, but I still take my work seriously," he nodded. "There's no reason to think anyone would attack the newest member of Star Fox on Corneria, but I'd be doing an awful job if I was slacking and someone stole your satchel."

She grabbed a pair of form-fitting jeans from another rack and draped them over her arm. "I used to go one-on-one against oversized knucklehead Saurians from violent tribes; I'm pretty sure I could handle a couple of common pickpockets," she assured him.

"I'm aware- the commander was saying that you're a skilled staff-fighter."

"And I still carry it," she said, pointing to the telescoped weapon on her back. "So I appreciate you being vigilant, but really, you can relax. I don't think this will take long, and I doubt we'll be accosted here."

"As you say, ma'am."

She turned, giving him a flirty smile. "Please, Kajex, you can call me Krystal. You don't have to act like a bodyguard."

His shoulder's seemed to slump slightly into a relaxed posture. "Sorry. My partner is counting on me to behave and set a good example."

"You'd probably do better to act like a normal person instead of a statue," she giggled. "I'm not asking for a stern bodyguard - you can get close to me, be friendly with me."

"Alright then, Krystal," he chuckled, nodding to the clothes she had picked out. "Need some time to try those on?"

"I know my size, I'm sure it'll fit," she told him, checking the tags again to confirm.

Probably look damn good in them, too.

The thought caused her to shiver slightly, feeling the slight hunger behind it. She looked back at the wolf, then around her; based simply on the fact that no one else was within ten meters of them, she was certain that it was his thoughts she'd heard quite clearly. It had been a little difficult to read him, but on this it seemed to radiate from his mind almost as if he had said it aloud, even though his expression hadn't changed.

She paused, regarding him curiously before holding up the few articles she'd picked out. "What do you think?"

He blinked. "Huh? Oh, you mean... I think it would look great on you, yeah. White and yellow hues compliment the blue," he replied. "Do you have what you need?"

Her muzzle was halfway open to speak, before she glanced back down and noticed that she hadn't picked anything in terms of bras or panties. In any other situation she would have addressed it aloud, but now with the wolf it seemed a little embarrassing. She shook off the sensation, eyes flicking up ahead at a nearby sign- "lingerie."

She hesitated a few moments, remembering what the wolf had already told her- if only to himself, he'd already complimented her body. Perhaps...

"I... have a few more things, actually," she admitted, before moving ahead towards the nightwear section. The wolf followed for a few steps before faltering and falling behind- as she had expected. She turned, cocking her head. "Is everything okay?"

"If it was something from this section you were looking for, I can give you some privacy if you need it," he told her. She couldn't sense any embarrassment or fear from him, so much as a sharp interest.

"Don't be silly, we're both grown adults," she told him, though it reminded her that she was barely twenty while he was in his thirties. Not that it prevented her from blushing. "I don't mind if you decide to tag along, and maybe give me your opinion, while you're at it," she added playfully.

At that he raised an eyebrow, a slight smile on his muzzle as he joined her. She chose quickly, zeroing in on articles of white lace, pretending to study the fabric and price. What she did instead was study his reaction to each piece, the sudden jolts of surprise and attention as she made her selections. There was much to choose from, but it only took a few minutes for her to get a solid idea of what he liked- it was practically screaming in his head.

She'd look fantastic in that. Anything in white, really. She picked up white bridal gloves- now his interest was physically visible, as his tail started to wag unconsciously. All she'd need is a veil and she'd look like the perfect mate after a wedding- almost as good as Syrra, in fact.

She giggled, looking away.

"What's so funny?" he asked, in a voice that perfectly masked his inner words.

"Your tail," she pointed out.

He cleared his throat, looking away. "I mean... can you blame a guy? If you wanted an opinion, I'll tell you right now you've got good taste. I bet your boy Fox would love it."

She purred and tapped his nose with a finger. "I'm glad you think so, but you might want to hold off until you can see what it looks like on me," she informed him, swaying her hips as she sauntered towards the dressing rooms, leaving him with a nearly dumbfounded expression.

"Really? But--"

"Who said I was going to wear this for Fox?" she interjected, giving him a wink.

She entered the room, taking the chance to see his reaction. The wolf was doing exceptionally well in keeping most of his shock hidden; but no amount of self-discipline could hide the bulge in his trousers. Her heart hammered as she closed the door behind her, letting out a breath she hadn't been aware of holding and starting to pant.

She looked down at her thong, the piece practically dripping with dew, and it was only now that she realized she could smell her own scent in the air. A roiling feeling grew in her belly, warmer than it usually was, causing a spike in alarm and desire.

... Oh gods... I might actually be in heat...

She bit her lip, thinking to herself.

... Am I really going to let that stop me from having fun, though?

Now she had to see where this would go.

He waited outside the changing room, arms folded and eyes scanning the area, but there was no real focus in them. The internal dialogue echoed in his head, trying to parse through what he was feeling.

She's doing it on purpose, I can feel it.

She's not 'asking for it,' but it sounds like she might any minute now. She's as bad as Keris- in the best way possible.

What if she's seeing somebody? Commander McCloud seemed to have some interest in her.

But that's your perspective on his possible interest- not her decision. It comes down to that.

If she asks, what do I say?

You know you're allowed to. You know why it's important to. It's not like it'll damage our marriage- it hasn't before.

So how far does it go, then? When do I take control?

"Kajex?"

His ear twitched, half expecting the door to open fully and turning to greet the vixen as she walked out. Instead he found himself facing a partially-opened door, a blue paw being held out, a finger beckoning to enter.

A clear lure. And it only took a moment for him to decide.

He did not let himself be pulled in, emboldened by her own forwardness that he entered the room with her. It was wide enough for at least four people to occupy, with mirrors on the door and the back of the room- and thus it made its only other occupant stand out that much more.

She'd piled the rest of her selections off to the side, on a bench near the back, having only donned the white lace attire she'd picked out only minutes earlier. Against her blue fur it was quite striking, matching the tone of her tribal markings. Her pose was a little shy, paws behind her back and muzzle facing down while she stared up at him with her cerulean eyes, her tail swishing gently in anticipation.

"Well," she murmured quietly, a deep blush in her face, "what do you think?"

The thought came first. She's fucking gorgeous!

She giggled. "Thank you."

"I... didn't say anything," he replied.

"You did, though- in your head. And you didn't hide it this time as you've been doing before," she pointed out, approaching him. "I'm glad you think I'm... 'fucking gorgeous.' I was hoping that was the reaction I'd get."

"Trying to feel out if Fox would feel the same?" he guessed.

"Fox isn't here- and this isn't about him." She stopped only a foot away from him, reaching out to touch his arm. "I'm more interested in what you intend to do now that we're both in here."

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he did not draw away. "You're not the first vixen to do this to me."

She raised an eyebrow. "No? So what happened to the first vixen who did, then?"

"... I'm not so sure I should say."

"Then maybe you should show me," she suggested in a quiet, seductive voice.

... Yeah, that's a green light.

It was like a skip in his immediate memory, no transition between where he stood to where he ended up, no memory of crossing the short distance between them. One moment his back was against the door, staring at the sexy blue vixen- the next moment she was in his arms, his muzzle locked with hers in a deep, erotic kiss. Krystal purred into his muzzle, arms around his neck and her nearly-bare body pressed against him, her tits firm against his chest. The taste of her muzzle was divine, his tongue sliding in and exploring her. His paws moved to do the same, sliding down her back and caressing over the curve of her ass. She shifted, moaning into his lips and pushing back against his paws, allowing him to pull her in closer. Another shift and her loins were grinding against the firm bulge in his trousers, a pleasured growl rolling into her muzzle.

The kiss broke and she pulled back, panting and staring up at the wolf with a sparkle in her eyes. "I'll bet... she loved that, didn't she?" she teased with an exhilarated grin. He leaned in, his muzzle next to her ear.

"That wasn't all I did," he growled quietly. He breathed in, smelling the sweet intoxicating scent of a vixen in the air. "You have no idea how fucking good you smell right now. I bet you're aching right now." She shivered, clearly loving the words, but it made him more aware of the situation, clearing some of the fog in his head. "So... why are you doing this with me?"

"I'm just... having some fun right now," she purred. "I helped save an entire planet from breaking apart, I haven't really been able to unwind."

"Not even with your commander?" he asked. "He seems like your type."

She blushed and looked away, and he could feel her body warm up even more. "I've... treated him before. Just not gone all the way."

"Well, I wouldn't want to make him jealous," he said with a grin. "But I also don't want to miss out."

She looked back up at him, brow raised as she seemed to catch the hint. With a pleased look she nuzzled his neck before lowering herself into a crouch, the wolf watching her closely as she unbuckled his belt and flipped open his trousers, revealing his black boxers, a distinct bulge outlined beneath the fabric. Her eyes widened at it.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"It's..."

"You might want to get a look at it in full before you say anything," he suggested, more to move things along - he could only hold himself back so much.

She obliged, pulling them out of the way and revealing the healthy sheath beneath it, a good three inches of his jet black cock having already spilled out; beneath them, a pair of heavy balls that the vixen reached out and hefted, staring at the entire package with a look of awe. He said nothing, waiting for a vocal reaction, time that allowed the remainder of throbbing wolf-cock to pour from the sheath, easily more than a thick foot of shaft pointing directly at her muzzle.

When she finally did speak, it was with a breathy whisper. "Oh...fuck."

Her scent seemed to spike, the hit to his nose like a club to the side of his head. He shook his head around, trying to clear it again. "Too much?" he asked.

"Fox is..." She paused, stammering. "He's huge, bigger than most - probably one of the biggest in Corneria. Certainly bigger than any Sharpclaw on Sauria, but this... I mean... even most equine Lylatians aren't..."

The wolf swallowed, trying to master his arousal. He had trained years to do it, and it wouldn't be hard to pull back - if that was in fact what he wanted. "If it's too much, I get it. I know this is probably really fucked up to you, sucking my cock only a couple of hours after meeting. We can stop now, I can calm down, you can buy your wardrobe, and we can leave and forget this ever happened." A beat. "... If_that's what _you want."

She looked back up to him, brow furrowed. "I know what I want. Tell me what you want."

"You don't want to hear my answer," he offered, giving her one last chance to back out. Because if you do, I might follow through, he thought to himself.

She cocked her head, smirking.

Is that a promise? You can't hide it from me.

He jerked up at that, hearing her voice in his head as clearly as if she had spoken aloud. It was not a sensation he was unfamiliar with, but to finally realize the extent of her psychic abilities seemed make the situation more severe, most real. Now he was certain her analysis of him was as accurate as the best of any empath. He could try to hide it. But it would be no use, not with his mind the way it was- she could read him like a book.

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her, a smile on his muzzle as he finally decided on how best to respond, reaching out mentally to her.

You aren't the only one who can be this forward.

She gasped, eyes wide- he had said it loud and clear in _her_head. A few stunned seconds followed, the vixen looking like she was processing this new information. She had probably not met many other telepaths in her life. Eventually her smile returned, reaching up and grabbing the base of his cock.

If you won't say it out loud... then say it this way.

He reached down in turn, putting a paw behind her ears.

Fine. I want to see how you treat your commander. If you're good enough, I'll return the favor- and then we'll see how much further we get later.

She raised an eyebrow. Looking for a nice night, huh?

That's not even the start of it. His fingers dug into her hair and she chirped, surprised. "Now start working it," he said in a low voice.

The vixen obliged with a purr, clearly turned on from the dirty talk, her tongue working around his girth. Her tongue slathered against the drooling tip of his shaft, the sweet, salty taste of his natural cockgrease spreading along her palate. She angled the spire upwards, her heart hammering as she nuzzled the base of his shaft and breathed in deep. The wolf watched as the act seemed to cause her eyes to glaze over, and through that mental connection he could feel a tingle within her, as if she was intoxicated. Drunk on lust she applied her technique, kissing his balls, washing them with her muzzle and tongue, massaging her fingers into his shaft and pumping more of his slick precum along the surface, the side of her face stained with the sharp scent of the lubricant. She moaned and purred as she teased his flesh, tongue exploring his sheath, swirling around the subtle curve where his knot would form- every skill in the art of oral sex she had developed, she put into practice, treating the wolf to what she could only describe as sincere, sacred cock-worship.

And she made sure to let him know. No part of her thoughts, muddled as they were, were kept from him.

"Fuck, that's good," he growled, gritting his teeth. "Where'd you learn to do this?"

She backed up, grinning up at him. "When you grow up as a Cerinian noble, you learn some good negotiation skills."

He chuckled. "Quite a bit different from my mate."

"I might have picked up a few extra bits on Sauria," she admitted. "We're not done yet."

He said nothing, bracing himself as she leaned back enough for his prick to poke her nose, using a paw to keep a firm grip on the base. With only the barest hint of hesitation she slid the first inch of his thick length into her muzzle, holding it there as she suckled the tip. It took an enormous amount of discipline not to grab her ears and begin face-fucking her, though it didn't take long before she began to work her way farther along his shaft. A lustful growl poured out of his throat, the feel of her lips massaging his girth sending subtle ripples of pleasure through the nerves of his cock. When she had managed to swallow half his cock she paused, pulling back and panting, a string of saliva and cock-drool connecting her chin to the tapered tip of his breeding pole.

"That... it's so much," she squeaked, leaning against his thigh. "The taste is... so good..."

"Take it easy," he groaned, the air on his slick shaft cooling the heat. "You did good, Krystal, not many can--"

"Give me one second," she said, returning to nuzzling his balls and kissing the base of his shaft while shivering. "Your cock is beautiful, so... bestial. Not even the Sharpclaw tribe was this gifted."

"You mentioned them before. Friends of yours?" he guessed with a grin.

"I learned to orally please men as a Cerinian noble- the Sharpclaws refined my technique, but..." She took a deep breath, looking as if she was steeling herself. "I can do it."

"Don't push it, kit," he cautioned. "We can find other ways to have some fun if you can't.

"I don't back down from challenges so quickly," she purred.

He said nothing more, watching as she leaned in and took half his cock into her muzzle and stopped once it reached the back of her throat. Her paws reached low and cupped his heavy orbs, squeezing them gently in her palms as she pushed forward. The wolf tensed, feeling the downward bend in his cock as she deep-throated him with no shortage of expertise, his breathing heavy as her throat seemed to ripple around his girth. Her teeth grazed against his flesh yet he said nothing of it, the tingle of her fangs against the sides of his prick unusually pleasant.

"Good... good girl," he breathed, petting behind her ears. "Almost there, kit."

She seemed to whine around his cock, looking up with a shy look. He would have worried if she hadn't been telepathic, yet he was sure she would tell him if it was too much. With her head under his paw he pulled her in gently, his hips rolling into her face. The tightness around his cock seemed to relax and the final few inches slid past her lips, the bottom of her chest nestled against her balls.

I... told you I could do it, she told him, her voice a whisper in his mind.

He had nothing to offer in response save for a wolfish whine, content instead to begin thrusting into her muzzle in this position. The vixen mewled, her voice muffled by wolf-cock, but did not resist in the slightest, instead grabbing his legs and working her muzzle along his shaft. His voice came through grit teeth, trying to stifle the noise, dimly aware that they were still only in a changing room. He braced against the wall, her head stuck between it and his body as he began to facefuck the vixen, struggling to curb his thrusting- yet still she did nothing to make him back off, instead pulling his hips in closer and taking the brunt of his thrusts without complaint.

Five minutes passed in relative silence, save for the wolf's stifled gasps and groans, an ache building in his balls as they screamed for release. It was the vixen who reacted first, her eyes widening and a muffled mewl ringing out as her body shook. Startled and scared by the sudden reaction he reached out into her mind- and found nothing. A shudder passed through her and her throat and lips tightened around his girth, causing the wolf to curse as he felt knot begin to swell. He pulled back with seconds to spare, the bulb safely out of her muzzle, but seemingly on reaction her paw snapped back up and grabbed the base of his cock, tugging the knot hard. What remained of his stamina vaporized from the sharp feeling of her palm around his knot, forcing him to stifle the snarl he would have otherwise let out into a strained growl as he felt his balls draw upwards, twitching as they pumped hot, potent seed through his prick and into the vixen's throat. A full three jets of wolf-spunk flowed into her belly, a final, powerful spurt painting her muzzle as he pulled out.

She breathed in deep, panting and coughing, eyes watering from the effort she had put into servicing him. Worried, her helped her up back to her feet, just as a female voice rang out from the other side of the door.

"Ma'am? Are you alright in there? Do you need help?"

The pair traded glances, the wolf half-worried she wouldn't be able to answer. After a few seconds Krystal managed to speak. "I-I'm fine, just... had a little asthma attack, but I have my inhaler," she said. "I'm almost done, I think I'll be making a purchase today."

"Alright," the lady said, sounding satisfied. "Bring it up to the register when you're ready."

They waited until she moved off, the wolf breathing a little easier now that they were out of danger. "That was close," he muttered. "I'm sorry, I should have--"

She didn't let him finish, clinging to him and giving him a kiss on the muzzle, sharing the taste of his cum on her lips. He didn't push her away, treating her to as deep a kiss as he could, his tongue dancing against hers. When they broke away, she grinned drunkenly.

"That was... amazing," she said, holding up her left paw, now covered in nectar. "I came so hard..."

The wolf grinned. "Guess you're going to have to buy those, now."

"I don't mind. Besides, I think you like them," she purred, nuzzling into his neck.

"I love them- not as much as I love your company, right now," he admitted, his tail wagging.

She giggled. "That's awfully quick of you, Sentinel. What would your mate think of you saying something like that to a cute girl you only met two hours ago?"

"Well, my mate isn't here," he chuckled, picking her up and sitting her down on the bench before getting to his knees. "No need to worry about it right now- it's just us for the moment."

"Yeah, but we should probably go--oohh!!"

She had to slap a paw over her muzzle to stifle the heavy moan the wolf brought out of her, a reaction from him leaning in and burying his muzzle in her honey-stained loins. A simple tug to the side revealed her quivering slit, a target of conquest that he suspected no mammalian partner had ever explored with anything save their lips and tongues, and in only a few seconds the wolf was certain none of them had reached as deeply as he had. His strong, thick tongue plowed through her folds and swirled around the path, caressing the rippling inner walls of her pussy. A sharp gasp tore through her and the wolf felt her walls bearing down around his tongue, enveloped in the sweltering, sweet depths.

He pulled back, licking his chops and putting a finger to his lips. "Mind your voice," he murmured quietly, though he grinned all the same. "We don't want to draw any attention to us, not when your scent is attention enough."

It was a bluff, of course- it would be far more likely that the closed space would not allow her heated scent to filter- but it had the intended effect of making her shiver. It was enough to broaden his grin, guessing that the risk of being caught was a turn-on for her.

He started again, gently this time, his lips dancing around her slick netherlips. The effect was immediate, with Krystal whimpering and trembling the closer he approached her clit. He breathed in, the strong sweet scent causing his cock to ache and harden once again, but this time he maintained his mental discipline and put more focus into the vixen. When his nose brushed ever so gently against her button she chirped, her paw only barely muffling the sound- the scent intensified. He relinquished her clit for only a few seconds before diving back in and taking her clit in his lips, squeezing it between them and causing the vixen to arch her back and mewl into her knuckles. Her legs opened wider and he attack, sliding two fingers past her folds and pushing the pads of his fingers against the roof of her tunnel, massaging the ceiling in quick strokes.

Her free paw grabbed his right ear and pulled him in, but as painful as it might have been at any other moment it was a perfect signal that he was doing everything he could have done perfectly. It was the only thing she did beyond writhing on the bench, as she did not make a sound beyond labored breathing. Certain she was close, the wolf reached out to her mentally, staring up at her.

Are you close, little vixen?

She jerked upright and looked down at him, her paw in her muzzle as she bit into her knuckle, and nodded frantically, her telepathic dialogue loaded with heavy lust. I'm so close, gods I'm so close!

Do you want to cum, Krystal?

Please make me c--

He anticipated the release a half-second before it came, leaning in and kissing her netherlips deeply and pulling back just as a deluge of nectar spilled out of her quivering hole. To her credit Krystal did not moan, though her heavy breathing and quiet whimpering was enough to suggest she had only just held back, her body shaking as the brief squirt subsided. The wolf grinned, having noticed none of the items she'd selected had been sullied by their fooling around.

"O-ohh... fuck," the vixen breathed, leaning back against the wall.

"You good?" Kajex asked, getting up and sitting next to her, allowing her to lean on him for support.

"I'm... so good," she purred, nuzzling against him. "That was... only Fox has made me cum like that before."

"He's a lucky tod to have you," he told her, nuzzling back. "So I hope you don't mind me being a little selfish in trying to have you for myself for today."

"Heh... just today?" she asked.

"I might have plans for us," he admitted. "But I can tell you later."

They held each other in the intense afterglow for a few minutes longer, before the vixen looked up at him. "We should probably get going," she said quietly. "If you have a place to stay..."

"I booked a decent hotel while my mate and I stay on the planet," he told her, nuzzling beneath her chin. "I can get you a separate room if you'd like."

"That would be nice," she admitted. "But I don't want to be alone tonight, either."

"Then you won't be," he assured her, looking into her eyes with a smile.

"Good- because you promised you'd show me _exactly_what you wanted to do," she reminded him, licking his nose.

The sale was not difficult, though Krystal had opted to wear half the clothing she'd picked up, leading to an awkward moment when she showed the tags she was still wearing (which included the lingerie). But the rest of the trip went without incident, and both she and her escort were able to resume talking and enjoying each other's company as if nothing had happened between them - on the surface. Beneath it she could sense the raging storm of arousal and lust in their thoughts, something she'd not experienced from most other beings in the Lylat System.

Fox had been able to somewhat sate the year of intense arousal and lack of sex on Sauria with a few private moments of oral and anal attention, and to his credit he was as skilled as Kajex was. But now that she was on the surface of a planet with someone new, that arousal was becoming far more difficult to contain; moreso as she had managed a taste of his cock, a taste that had stoked an unfilled hunger. Though she made no attempt to speak to him telepathically, nor did he reach out to her. The remainder of the trip was only discussion. For half of it she if perhaps her eagerness was off-putting, that he had engaged simply because she'd been so forward and he was only trying to sate her. But when the vixen snuggled up to him affectionately as he drove, he did not complain in the slightest, and finally broached the topic again.

"You must have enjoyed yourself," he chuckled, doing nothing to push her paw away as it rubbed the bulge in his trousers. Even if he hadn't been parking the speeder, she doubted he would have waved it off.

"Did you not?" she asked him.

"I did, but you might not know what you're getting yourself into," he warned her with a smile.

"Give me some time with it, and I think I can manage your size," she smirked.

The wolf stiffened, then sighed, leaning back in his seat as he put the speeder into park. It wasn't a sound of annoyance or frustration, or exhaustion- to the vixen's ears, it seemed more like uncertainty. She shifted away a few inches, ready to back off if he wished it, but now she could feel trepidation in his thoughts.

"Too fast?" she guessed.

He said nothing for a moment, then half-shrugged. "In a sense. I'll be clear, I've been lucky enough to have plenty of lovers in the past, but I've always taken time to know them. Even for a sexually-open species, I'm not looking for a one-night-stand. But with you..."

Her cheeks burned, but his attraction felt warm, tangible. "You're genuinely interested, then?"

"I don't know how any man or woman wouldn't be," he admitted. "I'm surprised Fox only ever went anal or oral with you."

"He's not without his own sexual history," she reasoned. "Just... not as intense with me."

"So," he continued. "What if I told you that I want to take this far? As in something one might consider long-term?"

She hesitated, considering the words carefully. It would be dishonest of her to say that she didn't feel like she owed Fox and his crew, that she still wanted to contribute to the team. But she wasn't on the team, and as much as she longed for a connection to McCloud, she now had an opportunity to pursue a new life. Something away from Sauria, from Cerinia. Slowly, the words came to her.

"I was raised to follow my instincts," she started. "Something that served me well on Sauria. It scored me many victories, and a few lovers. Fox learned to do the same without me, and it's gotten him just as far. Now you're offering me a new opportunity, something different - I'd be foolish not to consider it. So I'm going to follow that advice and trust my instincts; and encourage you to follow yours."

She reached out and touched his paw. "Do to me what feels right." She smiled, leaning in. "At the worst, I can only say 'no.' And you'd be surprised how much I might say 'yes' instead."

He stared at her a few moments, then smiled back.

She anticipated the kiss, meeting him halfway and catching his lips against hers as she moaned. There had been so much risk in the changing room- now the stakes were higher, and so was her arousal. Muzzles locked together he pulled her up into his lap, her ass against the steering yoke and the front of her tight jean shorts grinding against his bulge, his strong paws grabbing her ass and pulling her in closer. She pushed herself into him, immersing her mind into his thoughts without a conscious word between them, having never felt more yearned or wanted by a man- save one.

And as she yearned for the one currently holding her in his arms, she could not find regret nor blame in missing out on the other.

Oh Fox... it just wasn't the right time for us,_she whispered to herself. _And it's still not.

It will be, someday, Kajex whispered back.

Someday,_she agreed. _For now, I'll gladly have you.

What happened over the next few minutes was a blur, the vixen hanging on to the wolf as he guided her through the hotel lobby, dimly aware that he was adding her details to the guest list. Part of her would have asked why, but she found she could not care. The haze cleared up upon boarding the elevator, and she found herself kissing the wolf again, their paws roaming each other's bodies. By now she could detect her own scent in the air around her, filling the limited space like a sweet perfume. Halfway there he picked her up, growling and grinding the tent in his trousers against her loins, a rush of exhilaration coursing through her nerves knowing only a few layers of fabric was keeping their bare bodies separated; all the while the risk of being caught was a thrill that matched the intensity of their moment in the changing room. Even as they reached the top she did nothing to dissuade him or stop herself.

The lift doors parted just as their muzzles did.

"Almost there?" she whimpered.

"Almost there," he panted.

Their bodies drifted apart, but his paw tugged her wrist and she followed on unsteady feet, though thankfully the wolf did not rush her. It was only a few steps forward to a pair of suite doors, Kajex quickly digging into his coat pocket and sliding the key in, pushing past the entrance and pulling the vixen in with him.

The door closed and almost immediately she was backed against the wall, her body pinned between in and the wolf's strong body, their muzzles locked once again and their tongues struggling for dominance. It only broke so he could treat his muzzle to the rest of her, lips trailing her neck and throat, heated affection grazing through his lips and into her fur. At no point were their paws idle, peeling away each other's clothing with a sort of desperation born from lust, and for a moment the vixen wondered why she had even bothered to buy new clothes when neither she nor the wolf had any interest in her wearing them.

When at last she was reduced to the enticing white lace she had teased him in, and he was clad only in his boxers, he spun around and moved them both to the bed, laying her down and continuing to press his lips down her body, his paws caressing every part of her he could touch. Something akin to a warm haze seemed to fill her mind, the sensation of lust borne from a sexually-hungry male flowing into her mind. It was a feeling she'd come to know well on Sauria, the erotic appetites of the Sharpclaws and Earthwalkers who lusted for her body, some of whom she allowed to sate their hunger through sex. It was a hunger Fox had possessed too, at times, yet that hunger had not been enough to satiate her own needs.

She would have lied if she'd said she didn't miss the feeling of a warm cock lodged deep in her pussy, her vulpine leader having treated her to oral and anal engagements. But the sensation Kajex was giving off was... deeper. Somehow more primal. And as his lips neared her lower belly, his paws kneading her lace-covered tits, she finally recognized that hunger not simply as one desiring a quick fling. What was storming through his head and body, what she could read from him from subtle telepathic connection, was akin to rut - a deep urge to breed a vixen in heat, so overwhelming that the mental feedback caused her pussy to twitch.

He stopped just below her navel, seeming to stare into her belly as he took in a deep breath, though his paws did not stop kneading her tits. It was enough for her nerve to falter, shivering and panting as the silent seconds stretched on, now aware that her womb was burning, receptive, ready to be filled. He finally moved again, hooking his fingers into the loops of her ribbon-tied lace waistband and undoing them with a pair of smooth tugs, peeling away the panties and revealing her sopping wet cleft. Without an ounce of hesitation he leaned in and buried his muzzle between her legs, slathering his tongue against her folds. The vixen's back arched and she moaned long and loud, once again subjected to the oral lashings he'd treated her to before.

After several long seconds of his oral attentions the wolf drew away from her slit, getting to his feet, pulling the waistband of his boxers away and letting them drop, his cock flicking up with a long string of precum flying through the air and splattering against her abs. The bestial, ebony breeder pulsed slightly, a dollop of cock-lube drooling from the tip like a ravenous predator having spotted succulent prey, and although his face bore no expression, the same hunger she felt in his mind could be seen in his eyes. When she finally found sense to speak, her head was swimming.

"W... wait," she mewled. "Do you have a condom?"

The moment his eyes met hers, she had her answer. He didn't have to say a word, neither vocally or mentally. He had no reason to be carrying one in the first place, had not anticipated that he would meet a vixen who was eager to have sex with him, much less one who was in the middle of her season. Even if he'd thought of it beforehand, neither of them could know if they'd find one big enough to fit him. There was a hesitance there, a sliver of understanding beneath that storm of instinct that told her that he would back down and heed her request if she asked it of him.

But she didn't.

Risks and consequences be damned. She knew what could happen, what would happen if she let it. She was more than ready for it. She craved it.

"Breed me," she finally whispered.

He breathed in, shuddered, and reached for her legs, pulling her to the edge of the bed until his cock was laying against her stomach, his precum pooling against her belly and into her navel as he wordlessly showed her how deep it would drill her. Had it not been similar to Fox and some Saurians she'd bedded, she'd have dismissed the idea of taking such a beast into her as impossible. What set it apart from others was the girth and rough shape, quite unlike any other canid or vulpid in the Lylat System that she'd been treated to - as if anything else needed to remind her that this wolf was not from her system. Yet there was no doubt in her mind that his tool was more than capable of dooming her belly to swell.

She thought her nerve would falter the moment her drew his hips back to angle his cock against her folds, but she held her tongue, anticipating the moment it would glide into her body. Her eyes went wide as the tip parted her netherlips and stretched them out around his girth, her loins singing in bliss as he filled her core with every inch of his turgid wolf-cock, gasping as he bore down on her until his heavy balls were pressed against her supple ass.

"It's... so big," she managed to whimper through shaky breaths, reaching up and clinging to his shoulders.

"I... I know," he groaned through grit teeth. "Take your time... to get used to it. I won't move until you're prepared."

She took deep breaths, trying to steady herself and finding it difficult. Her Saurian partners (or conquerors, as they might have seen themselves) were often anxious, wild and eager to breed, with all the maturity of a vulpine having come of age looking to stick his dick in the first available hole; Fox had been more mature, calmer and gentler. The wolf who has now balls-deep in her cunt held a raging arousal within, but held it back with amazing discipline, ready to rut her once she was prepared. She took a final, shuddering deep breath, wrapping her legs around his waist, reaching up to cup his face with both paws, and pulling him into a deep kiss, savoring everything she was feeling with him. Lips locked and with no way to say it aloud, she sent a flicker of thought into his mind.

I'm ready.

He took her paw and pinned it against the bed, palm-to-palm and fingers entwined while his other paw supported her thighs, pulling her in ever so slightly, before he drew his hips away. An aching emptiness followed, as if a deep hunger had suddenly set in, only for it to disappear when he drilled deep into her folds. A satisfied, guttural growl poured from his muzzle, breaking off the kiss as he started with an easy, slow pace. She was quickly thankful for it, her inner walls feeling almost painfully tight around his cock every time her sheathed himself back into her heated folds. What had been an ache in her loins borne from her seasonal heat had turned into a thirst for sex and seed, moreso given how unusual her lover and this situation was. Each time her hilted her she squeezed her thighs around his hips, keeping him there a second longer so she could savor the depths that his cock had reached; and every time, she gasped at the subtle sensation of the tip of his cock kissing against her cervix, making her belly burn all the more.

It took a paw in her muzzle to stifle the gasping and moans that tore through her each time the wolf speared his cock through her folds, every thrust causing her back to arch ever so slightly, every caress of bare wolf-prick through her tight vulpine folds making her womb ache even more. And with every movement the wolf's rhythm increased, almost imperceptibly, the strength behind each piston of his hips growing as the seconds passed. The moment she noticed this she clenched down around him, hoping to ease his pace and slow him down if only for a few seconds longer, but while he did growl and whine from the sudden squeezing around his throbbing flesh, he did not cease his pace.

K... Kajex...?

The wolf did not pause, but his eyes did seem to clear slightly. Y-yeah?

Is it fucked up... that I want you to cum inside me? What if you knock me up? Just articulating the thought to him mentally caused her arousal to surge, mewling as her thighs clamped around him again.

I'll give you whatever you like. Tell me no.

I... yes. But what about--

He leaned in, stunning her with another deep kiss. I don't want to take you from anyone. I just want to make you mine - if only for a while.

I'm yours, she told him, bringing her free arm up and clinging to him.

He stopped suddenly and slid his paws around her waist, a chirp of surprising ringing out as she was lifted from the bed and into his arms, the wolf shuffling into the middle of the bed as he settled the vixen into his lap and continued to rut her. Her arms went around him and their muzzles met, a moan pouring from her chest as the change in position allowed her to contribute; and it was only at that moment it became clear that he had done this purposefully, a flicker of insight from their mental connection that made his intentions clear - that he wanted her to make this her decision, to breed herself on his cock and show him this was more than a game, more than just a moment of passion.

She met the challenge with no reservations, her legs and thighs flexing as she rode his pulsing wolf-cock, putting years of sexual training an endurance into her movements. Sex among Cerinians was often casual, laid-back, meant to relieve tension and foster good relations; but moments of intensity and passion always indicated something deeper. And while she could not know for sure if this was a part of his culture, the intent behind it was still the same, even if she didn't have the ability to read it from his mind - he intended to sire pups in her, and intended to make her want it.

... Well... you are here to foster diplomatic relations, right?

Even through his lustful growling, he managed a chuckle.True enough.

_I don't mind playing the diplomat here,_she told him slyly.

She rolled her hips into his lap, purring as the shift in position allowed her to better control where his cock was grinding. He'd done an excellent job ensuring her g-spot had been caressed while she was on her back, yet in this position it was on her to serve her needs, their kiss breaking as she leaned back and clung to his shoulders. They moved as one, the wolf bucking his hips into her while she bounced in his lap and rode his cock, no longer bothering to hide her moans and screams as she gave herself to the vigorous breeding. The craving for his spunk to fill her, for his seed to sate the thirst in her womb, rose with every second, became central to her immediate goals every time her ass was swatted with his heavy, twitching nuts. To know that they were both close, a potent load of wolf-seed only a little more than a foot away from her receptive belly, made the act so much more insane.

Now she could feel the swell of his knot, the base of his cock expanding as it neared climax. A pang of disappointment burned in her chest, knowing it was now too late, though she wondered why she couldn't feel the pulse of his seed within her.

It's not too late, he told her. My species... our knots are designed to slide in after they swell.

So... you're going to knot me? She shivered. Do you want to knot me? Claim me as yours?

I... want you. I'm gonna cum in you,_he agreed - and now his efforts were slowing, his knot grinding her pussy lips and stretching them out to their limit . _Unless...

'Unless...?'

Unless you say no.

She drew in close to him, cupping his face and looking deep into his golden eyes, watching as the haze of lust cleared completely, his mental clarity restored as she spoke aloud.

"I will never say no, Kajex Surnahm."

A fraction of a moment after saying his name, accepting the man who would claim her womb, she sank down a half inch and he rutted upwards with a final thrust. The knot slid past her netherlips and into her quivering pussy, the throbbing bulb grinding hard against her g-spot, the tightness putting the perfect amount of pressure right against her clit. She howled in ecstasy, her loins burning and clenching as she soaked both their laps in hot nectar, just as he threw his head back and let out a feral snarl. He grabbed both her legs and folded her flexible body, her calves next to her shoulders as he forced her into a mating press, her doomed womb ready to receive his seed.

It came seconds later, the wolf's balls twitching and tensing up, his cock distending deep in her pussy as it channeled his spunk through the pulsing cum-vein, until it blasted out of the tip and into her burning uterus. The ache that had persisted since their foreplay in the dressing room faded away, displaced by complete ecstasy as white-hot baby-batter poured into her vulnerable vessel, flooding her belly and giving it a subtle but noticeable swell that she could certainly feel, a heavy and warm weight of potent life seeping into every crevice it could find. The pressure built and when it nearly became too much to bear the weight seemed to reduce, just as the seal of Kajex's knot was tested and a few ropes of excess seed shot out from around it, staining his balls and her thighs.

She panted as she drank in every sensation. It was not strictly new, her Saurian lovers were gifted and attentive to her needs, though none of it was done with the intent to breed and sire a clutch - the genetic disparity was too large, making her frequent sexual interactions safer. What set it apart, to the point that she was still stunned and aroused, was that it was the first time someone_had_ intended to impregnate her. Even as Kajex's body relaxed and let her loose, their bodies joined as one as they held each other in the afterglow, she could still feel the desire of breeding in both him and herself. Where once she would have considered seeking some form of contraception, she instead felt content, in no hurry to address what was hardly a problem.

The wolf stirred and she ran a paw through his hair, their eyes meeting. "You're... amazing," she breathed softly.

"I try... my best," he panted. "Give me some time, and I'll--"

"Take all the time you need," she whispered, touching foreheads with him - it was hard not to be in love with the wolf, an affection that did not match what she felt for Fox, but was still present and genuine.

She did not know where this would lead, but she was wasn't afraid of it - not for a moment.

Beep beep beep

"Ahn! K-Kajex, hold on!"

The wolf grunted, his paws latched firmly on her hips. "O-okay, Krystal... just need to calm down a bit." There was an underlying irritation that the vixen could sense, but not real anger or annoyance. If she had to be honest, she was just as irked that she would get a call on her phone.

Hours had passed since the two had first coupled, and by now Krystal was sure that he had hit his mark. She had decided not to immediately go again after their brief nap in each other's arms, as both of them admitted through laughs they were starving. She did, however, pass up on ordering an appetizer for her meal - the wolf's delicious, cum-slickened cock had been a suitable _amuse-gueule_to momentarily sate her appetite.

Once they came back to the hotel room, however, they both agreed there was more for 'dessert.' She hadn't even taken off her original ensemble, her thong having been moved out of the way, and she was just in the middle of riding his cock reverse-cowgirl style when her phone started to ring, prompting her to calm Kajex down and search for her phone.

"Here, I got it," the wolf panted.

His paw reached out and her eyes widened as she saw her phone tremble for a second before gliding toward them through the air by an unseen force, until it landed in his palm.

"Telekinesis?" she asked, still a little surprised.

"I've been training for a while," he admitted with a grin. "It's Fox."

"I... should probably let it--"

"Nah, answer it," he insisted.

"Answer?!" she repeated. "But... I mean-- I can't just tell him that we've been fucking! I don't want to hurt him."

"You won't, trust me," he assured her, and while she could not see how answering him wouldn't land in that precise outcome, she could sense the sincerity in his voice. "You don't need to tell him anything, it's not his business right now. And I'm sure he's plenty busy as it is. Just tell him we're working on... diplomatic relations."

Her cheeks burned, but while she was hesitant on the deception she couldn't deny there was something thrilling about what she was about to do. "Just... don't fuck me too hard, okay?" He nodded and she took the phone from him, leaning against the wolf's chest and working her hips a little, clenching her pussy around him to keep him hard as she accepted the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh good, I'm glad I was able to finally catch you. I called you earlier." Fox sighed. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, hey Fox!" she chirped, smiling. "I'm sorry for being late, it's my first time in a big city. Kajex spent a bit of it showing me around."

"I guess that explains that," Fox chuckled. "I keep forgetting you've never been to Corneria City. I hope it hasn't been too intimidating, I would have preferred to be there to escort you."

"I understand, but it's alright, Fox," she assured him. "I made a new friend, so it's all good!"

"Getting along quickly, I take it? That's good, these visitors from Skyriver are great. Sentinel Keris in particular has been easy to work with, as has her older brother. They've been very attentive, actually, they almost seem Lylatian."

"Mmm, might be there are some... genetic similarities between us," she mused, rubbing her belly with her other paw, blushing as the wolf rolled his hips into her again. "You should be careful if they decide to get a little playful."

"I... c'mon, you know I'm being professional about this," he insisted with a sheepish laugh.

"Oh, I know - but I'm just saying that it's important to establish some long-term relations with them."

"Well... about that."

She paused her movements, detecting hesitation in his tone.

"The CDF wants a few mercenary groups working the outskirts of the Lylat system over the next few months. Long-term deployment, excellent pay. The main focus would be what remains of the Bolse satellite array and Sargasso Station. It's pirate territory, but the Skyriver ambassadors are concerned that this cult of theirs might be helping the pirates there. The last thing we need is Star Wolf or Venomian Remnants getting extra-system training in psionic abilities."

"You're right about that," she nodded, sitting up. "I'm with you, Commander."

"... You won't be coming."

The vixen froze, her heart falling. "W... what? But why?"

Another pause, another moment of hesitation. "You're one of the last Cerinian survivors, one of the only people to carry on your culture. The CDF respects that deeply, and losing Cerinia as an allied world is not something they take lightly. General Pepper is adamant against sending you with me when you haven't been qualified to fly and Arwing, and yes," he intercepted her quickly, "I told him I had full, complete confidence in your ability to handle one. It didn't matter to him. Law says that every member of a registered mercenary unit needs to show proper qualifications. If I try to sneak you with us, they can shut us down, and the General wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"Then... what am I supposed to do?" she asked, the news having almost completely evaporated her sex drive.

"Well, Sentinel Keris made a suggestion for that - you could go with them to work the other side and visit the Skyriver galaxy in return for their help here."

She blinked, turning to face Kajex. The wolf said nothing, looking curious as to why she had stopped. "You... want me to go with Kajex?" His ears perked at that, looking at once confused and hopeful.

"It would only be for a few months, less than a year," Fox informed her. "General Pepper did agree that it would be a proper test of your abilities if you were to go with a few other Lylatian operatives and mercenaries to foster good relations with the Wild Space region of the Skyriver galaxy. Once you're done, you're in Star Fox, no questions asked, no strings attached."

"But... what about you? And me?" she added.

"Well, like I said, you'll be a part of Star Fox aft--"

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she told him flatly.

There was a long pause where Fox said nothing, and Krystal could sense he was trying to muster some nerve. Before too long, he sighed. "I... love having you around. I _like_you. I don't know where this is going to go after... after everything. But if it means I can have you fighting by our side - by _my_side - then I'm willing to spend a few months apart."

She smiled, feeling genuine warmth from his admission. "I like you too, Fox. If you think this is important enough, and if you're okay with it... then so am I. Tell General Pepper I'll accept the assignment."

"That's great. It'd be good to get things organized quickly, he wants the team to move out tomorrow with a liaison from some of the ambassador's sentinels."

"Tomorrow?" she repeated. "Hold on, can we come see you before we leave?"

"Absolutely," Fox replied.

"Oh good," she sighed. "I want to see you off before we both head out."

She moved to say more, only to be cut off as Kajex grunted and thrust up into her cleft, hilting her once more. Her eyes went wide and she gasped, her heart hammering as she tried to turn it into a yawn. The noise did not go unnoticed.

"Whoa, are you alright, Krystal?"

"Y-yeah," she lied. "Just exhausted, I think I'm ready to settle down for a nap. Kajex is here if you wanna talk to him."

"Yeah, put him on - and Krystal, I... I care about you, you know?"

"I know," she replied, pleased. "Be safe, hon."

"You too."

She nodded to Kajex, handing him the phone and letting her focus her attention on riding his cock. It took no shortage of restraint to keep her voice down, doing her best not to overstimulate her current mate as she savored his length and girth sliding through her folds, yet the wolf did not seem to waver in voice in the slightest as he spoke.

"Hm? Oh, good evening, Commander." A pause. "Yes, she's doing just fine, like she said." Another pause, during which he stroked her back affectionately. "Mmm, I doubt anyone will target her, she's new and unknown to the city, but she's already used to the size," he answered, jerking his hips up and generating a squeak out of her.

_Ooo, you cheeky fucking stud,_she shot at him telepathically.

Yeah I am, he agreed with a wink. "Oh? For how long?" Pause. "Ten months?! Aw, I'm sorry to hear that, Commander. I'd heard a lot about you and your work, you're doing your star system proud. I'm sure my wife would love to meet you for sure." Another pause. "Keris and Talrik? They'll be perfect for the assignment, I trust them with my lives completely. They'll have your back. Syrra and I will head back to the colony once we're finished here. ... Wait, you want Krystal to come with us? Well, sure! I'm sure she can help us out, if you don't mind me borrowing her for a while." Pause. "Yes, I'll be staying there for about a year, so we'll get a change to work together."

Even through his speaking, Kajex kept his pace steadfast, reaching up and squeezing one of the vixen's sensitive nipples between his fingers. She only barely managed to stifle her erotic chirp, blushing furiously as it turned into a moan. In a meager attempt at retaliation she amplified her efforts, bouncing in his lap.

_That's it, Sentinel, keep it up - you're going to have to work if you want to knock up your vixen mate!_she teased, panting behind her paw.

"When are you leaving?" the wolf asked. "...Tomorrow? Oh yeah, we'll see you off a the starport - gotta give your sweet girl a chance to say goodbye, right? I'm looking forward to it." Now... just imagine hugging your commander and bidding him farewell while a litter of Kanj'Isha pups is growing in your belly, kit,_he growled into her mind. _You love the idea?

Yeh, she purred back her heart racing at the absurdity and pure affection she felt for her lover. I wanna have your puppies, Sentinel. I wanna help your species.

"Rrr... yeah, just a little exhausted," Kajex grunted. "She's just been so excited to explore and have fun, I'm worried we both might have overdone it. I'm sure once we get her belly filled, she'll have gotten her vigor back."

Fucking right I will,_she told the wolf, moaning into her knuckles. _Gotta make sure I swell, right? C'mon, I know you're close... cum inside me, breed your vixen!

"Ah! Uh-huh... then we'll see you tomorrow!" Almost as if in playful retaliation he lashed out, swatting her ass with his free paw and get her to chirp again. "Of course, I'd be glad to have her around! You don't have to worry, Fox - she's in good hands. Talk to you later, Commander!"

The knot started to swell and Krystal's heart sang, knowing he was close to claiming her womb once more. A beep sounded and she realized he'd ended the call, his paws grabbing at her hips as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, mounting her like the bitch in heat that she was. Without any need to stifle her moans any longer she began to scream for him.

"Gods yes, Kajex! Fuck me, pour your puppies into my belly!" she mewled. "I'll be a good mother to them, a good mate for you!"

"Fuck!" he snarled, bearing down on her and grunting almost ferally into her ear. "You want it so bad, I'll gladly give it to you. Here it comes, Krystal, here come our pups!"

"Yes!" she howled, feeling his knot pop into place and clamping down on the bulb. Once again she felt the churning of his cock as he painted her womb alabaster with his spunk, erasing any doubt in her mind that she would end up pregnant by the end. It was hard to feel guilty about having passed up Fox, if only temporarily, when the wolf was showing he was more than capable of doing the job of sating her heat; and at the moment, it was easy to ignore any guilt when her thirst for his seed was slaked, her belly now warm and comfortable.

"There you go," the wolf breathed into her ear, making her shiver as he worked his paws up her body and cupped her tits. "Mmm, good girl... taking your mate's knot and seed like a proper bitch should..."

"Never thought... my first litter would be like this," she admitted, arching her back with a gasp as his teeth nipped into her neck. With amazing gentleness the wolf picked her up in his arms, still knotted firmly in her trembling cleft, and laid her on her side, draping an arm around her body.

"You're getting tired," he murmured into her ear. "I can sense it."

"I can... I wanna go again," she whimpered.

"We will, don't worry," he whispered into her ear. "But only after you get a little bit of rest. I have promises to keep, after all, and one of them is looking after you."

"Thank you," she purred, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be snuggled against him. Even as she drifted into sleep, she felt no worry or guilt for what was happening - it was what she wanted.

Sleep came easily to Krystal, immersed in a warmth the both enveloped her and radiated from her belly. Slight tickles of pleasure rippled through her fur and body, subtle but enjoyable enough that she slowly felt herself being roused from sleep. Near as she could tell she was on her back, and Kajex was no longer sleeping by her side, yet she didn't worry - she could sense the wolf's presence, his hunger, somewhere nearby.

Easy there, kit, he whispered into her mind. I'm right here. Just let it happen.

She would have asked what he meant if she hadn't only started to wake, but when she felt a tongue slide against her netherlips she let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into the sheets. A rush of adrenaline surged through her, not enough to wake her up entirely, but just enough to spike her senses.

Kajex,_she managed to moan into his mind, _are you gonna fuck me again? Please say yes... please don't make me wait.

I will, I promise, he assured her, exuding nothing but pure honesty in his telepathy. But it's like I said, I have other promises to keep - and this is part of it.

It was enough of an answer for her to be satisfied, the vixen spreading her legs apart to give the wolf better access to her body. Her tits heaved into the air as she felt a muzzle press firmly against her pussy, treating it to a deep kiss, a swirling tongue tasting the creamy spunk still lodged in her depths, grazing against her g-spot and sending a sharp jolt of hot bliss through her loins. Her paws grabbed the sheets and she writhed around, panting and mewling. Whatever he was doing, it was was new and it was working perfectly.

Oh gods! K-Kaj, it's so good!

I know, baby, he said. Just stay with it. Do you trust me?

_Y-yes!_she cried out mentally.

Then close your eyes, and get ready.

She felt the muzzle pull away, then movement along the bed, and she readied herself for the inevitable penetration, spreading her legs apart against for her lupine mate. There was something new in the air, a different, pleasant scent that made her heart skip and her loins tingle, but she thought nothing of it until she felt a warm body bearing down on her.

She expected his athletic body laying atop her own, his prick gliding against her cleft. What she felt instead of a body that was soft in some areas, firm in others. The paws that slid into her own were smaller, about the same size as hers; the lips she felt were thinner, the muzzle shorter, the tongue much thinner and rougher, carrying the taste of wolf spunk and sharing it with the vixen; instead of a strong chest she felt a pair of soft breasts rubbing against her own, hardened nipples caressing against each other; and instead of a drooling cock, she felt the warm, moist netherlips of another woman kissing against her own.

But she gladly returned the kiss, purring into the stranger's lips, only to be met with a similar purr that vibrated her body in the best possible way. She raised her hips, meeting the other woman's pussy and chirping as the body responded, grinding firmly against her. It would have been silly for her not to accept this sapphic change in intimacy, especially as she felt no alarm or apprehension in sharing a physical moment with what she could only assume was an attractive woman.

_It certainly wouldn't be the first time,_she thought to herself, a hard blush in her cheeks.

The light beyond her eyelids seemed to brighten and she broke the kiss, opening her eyes. It was indeed a feline, a female with gold fur and blonde hair, and sapphire eyes that stared lovingly into the vixen's. Braided within her hair on the left side of her face were eight beads, alternating between two blue and two gold; not unlike Kajex's hair beads, she noticed. The vixen's cheeks burned at how bold she was being with a new arrival, but she smiled up at the feline anyway, instinctively realizing she was much the same as Kajex - and herself. She could feel the playfulness in her new partner, the heat in her womb. This woman was also deep in her season, vulnerable and ripe to be bred.

You're beautiful, she said simply, connecting with the feline's senses.

So are you, the feline replied with a purr. I can see why my mate desired you.

And you are...?

Syrra Surnahm, she answered with moan flowing from her, rolling her hips into Krystal and reaching down to press her paws into the vixen's tits, an act that she mirrored as they explored each other's bodies. Kajex told me you were teasing him earlier, and I told him he was good to have a little bit of fun. But he forgot to tell me that the woman he was playing with was in heat, so that means I get to have a little fun of my own, if you don't mind.

They kissed again, Krystal more than pleased with this turn of event.Mmm... not at all, she panted.

Syrra giggled, getting up and pulling the vixen upright, then sliding one leg beneath the vixen's, the other draped over her thigh. The vixen understood quickly, scooting her ass forward and embracing the other woman close, the pair gasping in delight as their netherlips connected and kissed gently. Though her dalliances with other women were rare, she was no stranger to them, and in only seconds she was reminded exactly why she favored such moments from time to time. The feline slid her arms around her waist, pulling her in and stifling a moan behind a bitten lip, their clits flicking against each other's and stimulating their wombs - a sensation that doubled as that telepathic link seemed to gift Krystal with Syrra's personal sensations.

_I've never felt... this kind of mental link,_she struggled to tell her, slightly overwhelmed and worried.

I ask you to trust me, Krystal,_the feline requested, leaning in and catching the vixen's lips as they writhed and gyrated. _It never hurts, it's only meant to enhance the moment, to help us be closer. After all... we're trying to foster good relations, aren't we.

The vixen giggled, cuddling against Syrra and purring as the two fucked.You're doing a wonderful job, Syrra.

The feline threw her head back, a surge in pleasure having been a little to much to handle; Krystal felt the feedback, swaying and dipping forward as that same sensation passed through her nerves. When her vision cleared she found herself staring at the feline's tits, her dark brown nipples looking enticingly sweet, a bead of white cream having formed at the tip - a perfect physical indicator of how ready to be impregnated she was. Her tongue flicked out and lashed the rightmost peak, clearing it of its sweet milk and generating a chirp from Syrra; a second lash against her right teat brought another chirp ringing through the room.

"That's not all," a voice from behind Syrra said. Krystal's ears perked up at the sound of Kajex's voice, looking up and barely making out the wolf's form a few feet behind the feline, though he was blurred in her vision. "Give those vestigial nipples a little attention, Syrra loves that."

Years in Sauria's jungle, training with a staff, and learning erotic dance from a young age to please and seduce her male Cerinian suitors, all fell into place as the vixen bent low and held Syrra in place, kissing each of the nipples gently. Yet even as she treated each one with as much tenderness as her arousal would allow her, Syrra still flinched and gasped, arching her back with each touch. Krystal could not believe what she was sensing, could not fathom how those points could be such potent erogenous zones, the hot shocks of sexual bliss reverberating between them. When she sat back up she had no time to react to the feline reaching out and pulling her back in, giving her a more intense, passionate kiss, and this time the vixen focused solely on sharing the budding love, drinking in the taste of Syrra's muzzle, the pleasantly rough surface of her tongue, the sound of a beautiful woman moaning into her lips. Clearly, the feline was no stranger to such intense lesbian intimacy, but it would have been dishonest for Krystal to say she was fully prepared for how sincere and genuine Syrra's affections were - to say nothing of the fact that she didn't bother to hide those emotions.

_We like to be very... amorous,_Syrra told her shyly.

Don't hold it back, Krystal whimpered.

G-gods, I'm so close! Syrra mewled.

S-so am I! Krystal whined.

Almost simultaneously they reached their sexual apexes, both women throwing their heads back, blindly reaching out and clasping palms instinctively as the rolled their pussies into grinding, gyrating movements, their loins burning with pleasure as they hit simultaneous orgasms. Both sang their bliss, mewling and howling in tune as an hot explosion of nectar sullied their clefts and inner thighs, soaking the bed beneath them as they spent nearly a full minute riding out their peaks, panting and gasping as they shook and tremble. When at last it felt like their strength would give out, they drew together in a close hug, Krystal rolling Syrra onto her back and purring while she treated her feline lover to a series of nips and nuzzles, both women giggling and panting as they shared the afterglow with meager acts of tenderness.

Movement beside them drew Krystal's attention. She turned her head only a fraction, seeing Kajex reclining in a chair with a broad smile on his face, his ebony prick at full mast.

"You two put on a beautiful show. You should consider careers in professional porn."

"Mmm... professional porn doesn't like pregnant actors," Syrra purred. "And I like it better when I'm _not_acting."

"So... you're Kajex's mate, then?" Krystal asked.

"I am," Syrra beamed.

"And... you do not mind that he has bedded me?"

"I was the one who _encouraged_him while you were clothes-shopping," she explained. "I told reminded him that he knows he's allowed to, and that it's important for him to do it."

"Important?" Krystal repeated, sitting up.

Syrra hesitated for a moment, glancing at the wolf, who merely nodded and smiled. She sat up, taking Krystal's paws in hers and looking into her eyes, and there was no question in the vixen that she was going to be told the truth.

"Kajex's species in the Skyriver galaxy is officially recognized as being critically endangered," she began. "Less than two-hundred individuals on only a handful of worlds in the Trianii colonized sector. I know there are many wolf-type Lylatians in this system, but where we're from... his species is almost gone."

"You need genetic variability," Krystal said, catching on at once.

"Well, it's more than that," Syrra continued. "They don't just fuck anything on two legs, there has to be a genuine connection involved. I mean, he _could_just knock you up and leave you to deal with the pup - but his species never does that. He wouldn't be trying to hard if he didn't actually like you."

Krystal turned to the wolf, cocking her head curiously, blushing. "... Do you?"

"Hell yeah I do," the wolf said without missing a beat. "It's a benefit of being able to sense who a person is through telepathic links, you know that. I'm not asking for a long-term mateship, I know who it is you're really gunning for - and I don't intend to keep you or anything like that."

"So, what do you think?" Syrra pressed her, smiling.

"You... really don't mind that he's been trying to get me pregnant?" she asked.

"'Trying?'" she repeated. "Believe me, hon, if he's knotted you then you're already as good as bred by now. But you don't need to take care of it alone," she added quickly. "We'd be there to help - it's just our way."

"Then... I'd be happy to accept," Krystal answered, beaming at both of them and placing a paw on her belly as she stared at it. There was a feeling of deep contentment as she did so, what she could only describe as instinctive warmth. Reason would have told her it was logical to render aid to an endangered sentient species, but right now her heart was telling her this was the right thing to do.

Fox would be waiting for her when she returned, she knew.

She looked up, just in time to see Syrra lie on her back. "Wait. What about you, though?" Krystal asked. "He's your mate. What do you get out of this?"

"Other than diplomatic ties with an important member of the Lylatian system?" Syrra purred. "What _I_get out of it is what Kajex is obligated to do, every time this happens."

"'Every time?' Just how many others--"

"At last count, six," Kajex intercepted, sliding into place over Syrra. "Including some of Syrra's kin."

"My older sister, for one," Syrra giggled, spreading her soaked thighs apart and holding his sides. "My surrogate mother, for another."

"And her birth mother, too," he chuckled. "By her command."

It was not what Krystal was expecting to hear, but she laughed and blushed at their admission - it was the first time she'd heard of one's mate being that close to their in-laws. "But what about you?"

Kajex grinned and got into position, aiming his cock against the feline's sopping pussy and drilling past her folds; Syrra moaned, arching her back and pulling the wolf into her.

"Anytime I put a pup in a pretty girl," he told Krystal, "I have to put one in my mate, too."

Krystal watched as the mated pair began, years of intimacy obvious in how they moved, how every motion one made was met with a counter-motion. Before long she found herself licking her lips, an action that Kajex didn't mix.

"Don't worry," he told her, reaching over and cupping her cheek. "You're next."

"I can't wait," she purred. "Still... I can't help but feel a_little_ bad for Fox."

He laughed and shook his head.

"Trust me - I'm pretty sure he'll get over it."

"Fuck... Keris, I'm gonna--"

"Ahn, Fox! Do it, gimme that hot fox-cum!"

"You're... sure you wanna do that?" he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips and holding her in place.

"Fucking yeah I do, Fox. You can't blame a girl in the middle of her heat for going for the best two available tods, right bro?"

"Absolutely," a voice behind her groaned, as the vixen leaned in and kissed Fox, moaning into his muzzle

Mercenary work gave Fox McCloud little time to develop long-term relationships. In the years since he'd reformed the Star Fox team, he'd only had a few opportunities to build on close, intimate moments with both women and men, often those who were current or former team-members. Fara, Miyu, Faye; any one of them would have been glad to spend the night on their backs and underneath him, and probably would come running if he called - something he hadn't done since he'd been so dead-set with Krystal. With the blue fox out of the picture, at least for a few months, he had entertained the idea of calling one or all of them in to cover for her empty spot in the team. He still might, of course.

For the time being, though, Keris and Talrik were doing plenty to keep his bed warm.

The kiss parted and he stared up at the vixen riding his cock, her emerald-green eyes staring into his, her heavy breasts heaving in the air, her cherry-red hair draped over her shoulders. She wasn't like Krystal, exactly - but damn if she wasn't gorgeous in her own right.

"You good back there, Talrik?" she breathed.

"Almost there, little sister," he groaned, leaning over her shoulder and cupping her tits. Fox clenched his teeth, feeling the other male fox's balls caress against his, both of them thrusting into the whimpering vixen with alternate strokes. The male ambassador had done a superb job as a lover. Fox couldn't remember the last time he'd fucked a cute guy who was so good under the sheets. Once the vixen had discovered this, of course, she couldn't simply let it slide. In less than an hour, all three of them had turned the commander's bed into a vulpine love-nest, a trio of purring and moaning bodies intent on knocking up the only female among them.

He felt Keris' orgasm before he heard it, the ripple of vaginal walls tight around his cock and the splash of nectar against his balls, a half-second before she screamed and arched her back. The extra lubrication was enough to send him over the edge, snarling and bucking up hard into the vixen, his knot slipping in and tying with her. There wasn't an ounce of guilt in him as he unloaded his balls, pumping thick ribbons of fox-seed into his new lover, practically guaranteeing she would swell with kits. If her mewling was any indication, she seemed to hope so. Behind her Talrik yelped, apparently having cum in her ass, contributing to the double-stuffed cream vixen.

The flow tapered away, Keris still milking the commander's cock for every drop she could get, reaching down and grabbing his paw, placing it on her belly. "Thank you, Fox," she purred, treating him to a look of pure affection, one that he could not help but smile back at. These out-of-towners were certainly unusual, but he could not argue with their methods of "diplomacy."

"I'm glad... I could help," he panted. "And you're sure that... your mate won't mind?"

"He's got his own partner for the time being," she reminded him, laying atop him and kissing the side of his muzzle. "Our plan was actually allowing my brother to give me _another_kit, but if you don't mind a little sexual competition, you can join in and roll the daddy-dice, too."

Fox raised an eyebrow at that. "You knocked up your own sister?"

"_Adopted_sister," Talrik clarified, leaning over and giving the vixen a deep, non-sibling-like kiss. "But she's my sister all the same, and I was happy to give her what we both wanted." He grinned down at Fox, touching his nose against his. "So... you still good with us sticking around for your op?"

"Hell yeah," Fox chuckled. "Long as we continue doing this every night. If you don't mind a little extra company, in fact..."

"Oh, so Krystal is coming?" Keris asked.

"Ah... no, actually," he said, now feeling slight guilt. "And I appreciate if you don't... y'know..."

"Babe, we can both tell you're in love with that pretty blue girl," Keris purred, licking his cheek. "We ain't here to take you away from her. We're just looking to make some long-term connections, forge some lasting bonds outside our galaxy. We won't tell her about this."

"We promise," Talrik nodded.

"But... call it a hunch," she giggled, "I don't think she'd mind one bit."

Fox shrugged, chuckling. "If you say so. So... once the knot's out, how about round 2?"

"You'd better," Keris grinned. "I'm counting on _one_of you to make me a mommy tonight."