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Kiros wasn't sure if he was just getting into his own head, or if Rachel's body was simply getting the better of him...

"That's it...t-that's the spot, Kiros! Gimme more!"

Of course, the sound of her voice echoing in the bedroom and the constant, hammering whud of the headboard against the wall were nice touches, as well, but they were only toppings on an already decadent sundae: warm, slick arousal was already soaking the side of the bed, drizzling from Rachel's womanhood in such volume that Kiros couldn't help wondering a little further.

She's not in her cycle, is she? Did I miss it, somehow?

They'd made love so many times that he'd started to pick up on the differences, no matter how subtle they would have been...though, in Rachel's case, they were anything but subtle.

There was such a plentiful moisture to her petals that he could have skipped their foreplay entirely, if he wasn't so eager to drink her juices straight from the source. The greater warmth, as well, was tipping him off to the fact that she must have just been starting another cycle of estrus, but it wasn't until she cried out with that unbridled intensity that he was sure of his assumptions.

"No matter h-how many times I take you like this, y-you...always find a way to get the better of me," Kiros muttered, needlessly frustrated with his body; the pair were already panting with their continued labor of love, carrying well beyond the minutes needed for Rachel to achieve her first orgasm. "And when you moan like that...f-fuck...that's just not fair!"

With her paws planted in the covers and her backside perked up high for Kiros' enjoyment, Rachel was more than happy to hold steady for her lupine mate and let him do the bulk of the work, most of the time.

When he found his stride, it only took the slightest arch of her back, the most delicate push of her hips, the sudden, heedless clench of inner muscles around his shaft...and she'd leave him so weak in the knees that it was a miracle he could hold his ground behind her.

"Who said anything about playing fair?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder and grinning wide, her muzzle painted with a snarky curve. "You're trying to make me...c-cum before I'm ready; I'm just returning the favor, big guy."

If she gave it everything she had and pumped back at her lover with all the intensity she could muster, she might end up knocking the larger beast onto his back, and goodness knew that he wouldn't be able to scramble up to his feet before she dropped to the floor and took her rightful seat on the tip of his length.

If she gave him just enough of her hips to give his paws something to hold onto, however...

"If that's the way you wanna play it, baby..."

She had to turn away, even for a moment: she knew she wouldn't be able to hide her devious grin, spreading that much wider to know her plan was working. "I wanna drain those f-fucking balls already, so...unless you don't wanna fill me up..."

Her tail flickered anew as his open palms clutched at her sides and steadied her, forcing her gently swaying backside to halt for his renewed vigor.

A shit-eating grin was stolen away by the next thrust, as Kiros poured the entirety of his length into her passage on a single push, only to deny her the delight of sitting still and letting her bathe it with her juices: he was already leaning his weight into her and prepping the next thrust when she felt the tip of his lupine member kissing near the edge of her cervix.

"Go ahead and act like you're not the one b-begging for it, Rachel," Kiros turned the onus back onto his mate, but he kept pumping into her all the while, forcing her to grip the covers that might tighter.

The soft, plush comforter was balled up between her digits as she clung to the fabric for some form of respite, but she was reaping everything she'd sewn over the past half an hour.

Impressed as she was that her lover could go for such a long time without stopping, the Arcanine was standing above a small puddle of her own arousal, knowing that at least a pair of orgasms had already stained the covers that draped toward the floor...and the uncontrollable quivering of a third was already forcing her inner walls to clutch and seize at the delicious shape of Kiros' member.

"Damn...y-you could...s-slow down a little, baby," she tried to encourage him, but getting out a single word was a struggle when the full weight of the brilliantly colored wolf was bearing down on her at such breakneck speeds. "Fuck...f-fuck...that's not fair...I'm g-gonna cum, Kiros!"

He tried to wear a confident grin all the while, but seeing a desperate eye turned back to him, the gaze begging the wolf to give everything he had for the last, blissful moments of that first round, he couldn't help his deeper passions spreading over his expression.

"Thought that's w-what you wanted," he countered, digging his claws a little deeper into the plentiful fluff that draped over Rachel's thick, curvy hips. "Should I st-

"Oh, don't you fucking dare ," she growled, letting the last of her resolve disappear with the proper onset of her heat. "Pound me...hump me... fuck me, now!"

Begging for his length with an intensity that went far past her usual, sensual desperation, Rachel confirmed Kiros' suspicions in one breath and absolutely coated him with her juices in the next, offering his body a squirting orgasm that completely drenched the warm, soft fluff that hung around his sack.

Left breathless by watching such a lewd display, it was no surprise that Kiros was left cumming from it when he finally managed to pull even a hint of a breath again.

"Damn, d-did you just squirt on me?" he asked, so bewildered that it offset the stronger, thicker moans that Rachel had been so patiently waiting for. "That's...t-that's so fucking hot, babe..."

She was plenty wet enough to facilitate an easy, messy schlip of his knot passing through her parted folds, but the excess of her orgasm made sure that Krios wouldn't have any trouble leaning the whole of his body onto her back, completing the tie with their legs spread just a little wider, quivering a little less with every moment that passed.

It was a few seconds longer before any sort of clarity came to Kiros; to even consider asking Rachel if they'd just done something that they never should have, given the risk...but the Arcanine beneath him was so busy panting and drooling against the bed that he didn't want to disturb her until she had a little longer to collect herself.

She was trembling beneath his weight, shuddering with such delight that he could feel her inner muscles rattling anew and milking his cock that much more.

Much as he enjoyed it, Kiros was silently delighted to find that every twitch and every pulse of his cock remained within her womanhood, flooding her inner walls until his seed was forced to pour into the depths of her womb, providing the exhausted Arcanine with an internal sense of comfort that would come from no other source.

"Feels like you've still got...p-plenty to give," Rachel finally spoke up again, finding her orgasm was ever present when there was so much heated flesh throbbing within her. "I know you've given me some huge loads in the past, but this...h-holy fuck, this is a lot , baby."

Panting into the comforter and looking back the little bit that she could, Rachel gave her lover a gaze that was more appreciative than anything, but she couldn't entirely do away with the little bit of concern in the pits of her eyes.

She hadn't told her secret just yet, but she knew how intuitive and intelligent Kiros was, and his attention to detail wouldn't have allowed him to miss such obvious cues from her body.

"You know I always make a little more than usual when you're in heat," he told her, taking the initiative and breaking the seal that they'd been dancing around. "But most of the time, you give me a heads up so I can grab a condom...or at least pull out."

Rachel's smile was turning, the shape of her lips becoming a sly grin, but that was before she made another realization. "W-wait a minute. You knew, and you just kept going?"

"I had a hunch, anyway," he confessed. "But now that you've said that, I know my hunch was correct."

"And you didn't think that you should have stopped and asked?"

"To be honest, the way you were grabbing at me and seizing up like that, I was getting the impression that you didn't want me to pull out."

"Of course, I didn't!" Rachel countered. "I just didn't...y-you know...I didn't know if you were ready to take that next step or not. We haven't really talked about it all that much..."

To have that conversation while she was pinned under his weight, capturing delicious samples of his scent with every labored breath, Rachel knew she wouldn't be able to resist begging him for a second round, but the onus of what they'd done was a sobering thing, indeed.

She didn't want to tempt him into another romp if there was any regret about him.

"I guess we should have talked more about it before we...before we did that ," Kiros agreed. "But you don't seem all that upset about it; you're not, are you?"

Flustered, but absolutely desperate to drain every last drop of seed from his body, Rachel knew that honesty was the best policy, but she wanted to make sure it wasn't just her estrus speaking for her.

When she paused and allowed the daydream of a small, round bump in the middle of her slender figure and the comforting touch of Kiros' paw upon it, she remembered that it wasn't the first time she'd lost herself in such a fantasy.

All along, she'd been just a little too bashful to ask him if he felt exactly the same way, but there were more than enough hints in the course of their relationship that she'd picked up on; it was only a matter of if she'd been reading the wrong signs or not.

"To be honest, this...t-this is the best thing that could have happened to me, today," Rachel finally confirmed. "I was a little too shy to say it at the start, but now that I'm r-really feeling this heat, I...I'm not sure that one try was enough, love."

Kiros gave a bewildered look at the unique creature: despite her fiery species, her fur was a series of softer, creamier colors, with a tail that looked as though it had been dipped in vanilla. Instead of the brilliant, orange coloration that an Arcanine would have been known for, she was striped with tongues of dusty brown upon an overcoat of beige, and upon her torso, the same vanilla of her tail moved along her underbelly...

...A sight that Kiros was still chomping at the bit to see, once his knot finally eased away enough to let his lover move from the spot.

"You...y-you're sure?" he asked, having the same concerns that she had.

The last thing he wanted was for her to make such a decision in haste, but the idea of being the father of her pups was such a turn-on that the wolf was burning under his fur, the covered flesh as brilliant and bright as the overcoat of orange that wrapped around his shoulders.

"For what it's worth, my only regret is not asking you to knock me up sooner," she admitted, making sure that the sense of clarity in her voice was every bit as strong as the sense of rekindling sense of arousal. "Not that I haven't had a good time getting dicked down by you in the past, but...isn't it just a little more _exciting_when there's that little bit of risk involved?"

His length was finally starting to come free. Between their legs, a growing stream of mingled juices continued to flow, until Rachel was forced to bite down on the comforter to stifle another groan.

The weight and width of his knot pulling free always drove her up the wall, but this time, it was the desire to keep it inside that was bothering her, even more than the pleasure that came with the delightful stretch.

"It's..."

Kiros bit his lower lip and silenced himself as his knot pulled back through, letting a cascade of his seed follow the tip on the way out. Just seeing that waterfall was arousing enough to keep him throbbing, but to feel his own mess spill back over his shaft, aided by her plentiful juices, was all the inspiration he needed to come to a full erection once more.

"It's s-so fucking hot," he confessed, but he didn't stand in place and let his mate lie there in waiting: his palms stroked down the small of her back as he stood up, and just above the raked flesh and fur, he watched her body shuddering with continued, earthly delights. "But I wanted you to know...I wanted to be absolutely sure that it was more than a kink, babe..."

"Is it, then?" she asked, her tail picking up in a slow, lazy wag once more. "Or do you and I need to run to the store really quick?"

"Oh, you're not going anywhere."

Rachel grinned. "That's my line, love."

"That so? You really think you're the one in control, here?" Kiros asked, leaning into the breeder's instinct that his lover had nudged him into. "Needy as you are...absolutely riddled with heat...you really think that's the best time for you to be making decisions?"

"We just had this conversation," Rachel teased. "Another ten seconds of hesitating isn't gonna change my mind..."

Feeling how slack his digits were on her hips, Rachel tested his grasp and spun over as quickly as she could, letting the juices of their previous round spill down her inner thighs and over the base of her tail.

Shuddering at the ticklish delight of those fluids pouring over her tailhole, Rachel's toes were already curling when she flipped onto her back, kicked her legs up, and slammed them down around the taut flesh of her lover's rump.

"But it did give me enough time to make up my mind about how I want you to breed me."

Much as they were happy to tap into their natural roots and assume a doggy style posture for their first round, Rachel wanted to be able to see the looks of pleasure on her lover's face in the second act...and though she was on her back, she loved the degree of control that came with being able to wrap her legs around his back and lock him into place.

They'd toyed with the idea of that risk before: of the Arcanine clenching her legs that much tighter and daring Kiros to keep going when they knew it wasn't a safe time for him to finish inside of her.

"Gotta say, that's a view that I never get tired of," Kiros admitted. His legs were already a little tired, but standing over her at the edge of the bed, watching her breasts rise and fall with each anticipating breath, he could already feel new strength building, helping him to rise to the occasion. "I'm...kinda flattered that you want me to keep drinking the sight of you in for a while, Rachel."

"Got any plans for the rest of your life?" she asked. "Cause having you on top me for a good portion of it sure would be nice..."

It was as close as they'd get to having a tender moment in the middle of something that was so sexually charged, but it was still enough to soften Kiros' smirk into a melted, love-drunk grin, even if it only lasted a minute.

In the next, claws were curling into the top of his rump, forcing him to stifle a gasp; the Arcanine had been patient with her mate long enough.

"Shall I get started, then?"

His cock was resting just against the cleft of her womanhood, letting her feel the weight of his shaft against her tender, sensitive clit; a treat though that may have been, she needed to feel the girth of his flesh within her passage, and from the flat of her back, she could only encourage him to make the proper adjustments.

The way her liquid desire was oozing down the underside of his shaft, she didn't think he'd have any problem with picking up on that hint.

"You'd d-damn well better," Rachel demanded. "It's...it's really kicking in now, Kiros...I need you to fuck me again!"

Having just enough time to recover and catch his breath, the wolf grabbed the base of his own shaft and rubbed the tapered, lupine tip against her petals with a teasing dip, allowing Rachel to feel the head penetrating her for a moment, but only that much...

...And he might have kept at it for a while, if not for the narrowed, golden eyes that were burning a hole in his skull.

"Point taken," he answered, pushing down one last time to guide his length into her soaking depths. "And since you asked so nicely..."

"There won't be anything nice about what happens to you if you keep this up," she warned him, her own lips taking on a smirk that he'd seen from her only a handful of times before: if he wanted to be able to sit for the rest of the week, he needed to give her his absolute best from there on out. "You know I love a little teasing now and then, but...this isn't then, so start...f-fucking...me... now."

Kiros found it remarkable that she could be so clever when she was having trouble thinking clearly, but he didn't have a chance to dwell on that marvel.

He was too busy being drawn in by the clutching muscles of her womanhood, finding she was that much tighter the second time around: concentration and desire combined in a massage that drew his length further and further into her passage, even when he'd only given her that first, subtle thrust.

"Just don't blame me when you're sore tomorrow," he finally gave up the playful ghost and wrapped his palms around the small of her back, lifting her hips from the bed and making it that much harder for her to push back into him.

Keeping what control she could, she raked her claws down the small of his back, right into the top of his rump. "Promises, promises...you'd damn well better keep them," she told him, making it clear that she wouldn't accept anything less than his best...and that she'd take his best, if she was forced to. "Anything less than that, and I'll...m-make you wish you'd thrown your back out, pounding that fucking cock into me..."

The delicate and wonderful bouquet of her scent was alluring enough on its own, and the heave of her breasts as Kiros pumped into her eager body only added to the mix, but to hear Rachel making such lewd and overt demands of him was the thing that kept him going, above all else: his grip tightened at the back of her hips as his own crashed down into her, burying the full weight of his cock inside of her once more.

He _expected_to hear a sudden, shrill gasp from his mate, but the Arcanine was looking up at him with a greater sense of expectation herself, the narrowed gaze demanding that he stop worrying about hurting her.

He knew she could take it, and she had no problem reminding him of that when her footpaws slapped down against his ass.

"F-fuck! That...t-that was a little much, wasn't it?" he asked, wincing as he moved into his next thrust and set the pace, only to feel another slap against the flesh of his backside when he didn't offer her the intensity she was after. "_Nnngh..._R-Rachel!"

Beaming at her lover in one moment and pushing her open palms against the underside of her breasts in the next, Rachel had no chance to play dumb or innocent, but she could _easily_own up to what she'd done and curl her toes that much harder against his flesh, until the playful bit of pain they were used to experimenting with was in the rearview window.

Finally allowing herself to own up to the intensity of what her heat made her want to do, Rachel was bucking her legs around her lover's back like he was a literal breeding stock, and little by little, she could see him coming around to the idea.

"That's my name," she paused, finally having to gasp when Kiros leaned his full weight into her body and pumped with proper, lupine pace. "Say it again, baby... louder this time!"

As ferocious as the couple had become, it was fortunate that they decided to get started with their breeding antics in the middle of the day: keeping them awake would have only been the first step.

"Fucking hell...Rachel, y-you're squeezing it so...f-fucking hard... mnnnngh!"

With every thrust, the wolf gave more of himself to his declarations, until a noise complaint seemed like an inevitability.

"That was _almost_loud enough," Rachel taunted her mate, delighted that she wasn't just the one in charge of keeping him going, but that she was the one getting to offer every tease thereafter: the way that Kiros had been toying with her to start, it was only fair, as far as she thought. "But you can do better than that, baby...you can let the whole fucking neighborhood know that you're about to knock up your lover!"

She knew just how to push his buttons, and at that point in their relationship, she wasn't afraid to abuse them and push them over and over again, especially when she was already rushing toward her fourth orgasm of the afternoon.

"Had no idea that you were...s-so proud of the idea," Kiros admitted. His confession came with a softer breath; she'd caught him off guard with that, but they were too far along for him to even think about stopping, much less slowing down. "If you really w-want me to tell them all the truth-

"I want everyone to know," she cut him off, gripping one of his wrists and tugging it from her hips, dragging it right to the base of her tummy. That pressure alone was enough to get her off, but the idea of their excess juices being pressed back out of her by that same paw heightened her bliss and left her whimpering as they neared the finish line all over again. "And when they see this bump...t-they...they'll all know, Kiros..."

Curvy in the hips and graced with a supple bosom, Kiros could already imagine how heavenly his mate would look when she took on the final curve of a baby bump: just that one, brief thought had him spilling a full, thick load of cum into Rachel's body, even before his knot had a chance to seal the mess inside of her.

"Damn...f-fucking...right," he gritted his teeth and huffed, struggling to manage a word between each labored breath. The whole bed shifted as he hunched over her body and kept her pinned, determined to prove that he was her dominant equal and a worthy father to their coming litter of pups: his reward was another messy, squirted jet of feminine ejaculate, spraying up across the fluff of his crotch and the tapered flesh of his torso. "Fuck the neighborhood, love...I...I want the w-whole damn world to know that you're mine!"

Taken aback by those final efforts, Rachel curled her toes one last time and gripped her lover's backside tightly enough to feel every throb of his orgasm through the muscles in his rump.

Each contraction filled her womb with another burst of heated, virile seed, and each shudder of their bodies milked another moment or two from their combined release, leaving Rachel helpless to describe what an incredible feeling it was to be taken with such domineering force.

_If that mess all over his stomach doesn't get the point across, though...nothing will , _ she thought.

Soaked, exhausted and panting, Kiros slumped into his lover, keeping her legs curled around his rump as he shifted his way up onto the mattress. His tired legs turned, and without breaking their tie, he curled onto his side, guiding Rachel's muzzle into his collarbone.

"Even if you can't t-tell the whole world, you can always tell me that, whenever you want," Rachel whispered. "I love it when you do, Kiros..."