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"Should've ditched the condoms a long fuckin' time ago, Mark...you feel so much better this way."

Nia wasn't afraid to speak her mind on any platform, and in the bedroom, she took the gloves off with an extra layer of glee: she might have been the one on her back, but she was leading the action, having trapped her boyfriend's cock inside of her with nothing more than a tight, internal clench and a quick drape of her legs around his lower back.

The zebra had plenty of flesh to offer her, but getting to experience her womanhood unprotected for the first time, he was so riddled with nerves that he almost missed how incredible Nia felt inside when there wasn't a latex barrier keeping him from the finer details of her vaginal passage.

"I still just...just can't believe it," Mark confessed. "I really didn't think you'd let me do this until we got a little more serious, but if you're sure, I...I can't deny that this feels amazing."

"Told you that you'd been missing out," Nia teased. "But you had to pass the loyalty test before I was gonna let you feel me inside without a raincoat. Had to make sure you weren't jumping in other puddles."

The blissful combination of her playful banter and the warm, soaking juices of her womanhood were melting away Mark's concerns, allowing his backside to relax.

Thanks to that relief, his hips dove forth and gave Nia a reason to struggle: the wild dog was used to the size of his length by then, but even when they'd used condoms, it was rare for the zebra to give every inch of himself to his girlfriend.

Removing the barrier, it seemed, was removing some of his other hang-ups.

"Can't imagine any guy being dumb enough to have a connection like this with a girl like you and throwing it away like that," Mark replied, giving the typically aggressive canine reason to cast her eyes aside in a bashful, demure stare. "Not when you feel so...s-so fucking good to be with..."

"To be inside, you mean?" she teased, taking the chance to get back in the driver's seat.

"Well, y-yeah. That too."

It was a moment too intimate not to have a little romance about it, but Nia's eyes were filled with too much desperation to lean into gentle lovemaking: she wanted her boyfriend to feel like the prey that he was...as if the only way he'd survive the evening was by satisfying every need but her voracious hunger.

"Just wait until you know how it feels...t-to have me cumming all over you," Nia teased. "Just wait until you f-feel that fucking mess swimming around your cock every time you thrust... then we can talk."

Even though she'd made it clear what her expectations were, Mark was still surprised to think that Nia would allow him to finish on the inside: there was so much more risk associated with the act, even if she'd been taking contraceptives... nothing was 100% effective, but instead of being scared off by that fact, Mark revealed that he had a little more left in the tank.

Full, equine flesh stretched the lucky canine to the absolute brim of what her inner muscles could handle; as much as she wanted to keep control of the act and the pace, she could already tell that Mark was going to run away with the show, once his enthusiasm got the better of him.

"You really aren't gonna let me out, are you?"

Nia's grin might have killed a lesser man, but as Mark rose to the occasion, it only sharpened his resolve and aided his hips in keeping a deep and satisfying pace, reaching such depths that Nia found effort in her continued tease.

"You don't r-really want me to, do you?"

The sound of his sack slapping against the very base of her womanhood was filling the room, but Mark's belabored panting was overtaking that sound and giving Nia an extra thrill, beyond her anticipation.

She'd known that her boyfriend was a capable lover, but she didn't think that the added risk and thrill would bring out the best in him. She utterly refused to complain about that fact, and wouldn't have been able to find the words if she so desired, but she was trying her best to make a mental note about his reaction.

It would be far from the last time that she allowed him to experience the bliss of her vaginal passage without the pesky barrier of latex to dull their mutual pleasures.

"If your legs just happened to grab me a little tighter...y-you know, because you just can't help it...I don't think I'd complain about that," Mark admitted.

His tone refused to stick to just one note, never quite leaning into a more dominant nature. It was refreshing for Nia that her boyfriend was such a well-rounded, balanced individual, but she didn't realize how much she'd appreciate that fact in the bedroom, as much as she did in their daily lives.

She would have been perfectly fine with his taking control, pinning her back and properly breeding her, but that little bit of his playful nature was perfectly welcome as the continued buck of his hips left a _delightful_soreness upon her inner thighs.

"Bold of you to assume that you've already pushed me that far," Nia countered, keeping up with his playfulness and letting her dominant nature stay one step ahead of his own. "Though, I do love a confident man...especially one who knows how to make me...c-cum...the way you do..."

The wider, flared end of his cock was reaching just deep enough that Nia couldn't ignore the extra pressure of his unique flesh against her g-spot.

It was almost frustrating to feel when it seemed like the pair were just hitting their stride, but Nia wasn't going to ask Mark to slow down: the zebra, in turn, couldn't help himself when her inner walls gripped him with an unfair, calculated squeeze.

"Gotta do my best for the girl who always returns the favor," Mark replied. "Especially when she's grabbing like that...t-trying to make me cum... just like that!"

She loved seeing his teeth grit on the other side of that declaration, but nothing could compare to the wince in his eyes and the accompanying groan that slipped through his lips.

Seeing the proof that she was just a little too much for him did wonders for her confidence, but the greater reward for her vaginal tease came not in the form of the warm, satisfying breath that rolled over the side of the neck, or the desperate "Fuck, Nia...I'm...g-gonna cum!" that tickled the base of her ear lobe.

It was that deep, overwhelming pump of his hips that finally took her over the edge with him, removing any notion of technique from the clutch of her inner walls: the bliss of orgasm forced a series of flutters through that soaking channel, but she couldn't offer Mark any kind of warning.

It would be just as much a surprise to her when they came.

"You're really gonna pour e-every fucking drop into me, aren't you?" Nia managed a final tease as she felt Mark leaning his full weight over her body, trapping her physical form beneath his own and giving her a taste of her own dominant medicine. "You never even asked if you could...you...y-you naughty little shit!"

When it felt as though he might pulled back, her legs slapped against his lower back, drawing a demanding buck out of his hips and forcing him to stay right where he was when the final, orgasmic throb ran through the bottom of his shaft.

Nia was well aware of just how much a condom could dull the sensations, but she didn't have a proper appreciation for just how much stronger the pulse of Mark's flesh would feel without that barrier in place.

No matter how dominant she could have been before, for a moment, she was just the other half of the equation, knowing that her eyes spoke of desperation to Mark, more than anything else.

"Can't h-help it," Mark stammered his way through his release, his own face painted with such bliss that he almost looked concerned with it. "Oh, f-fuck...Nia, you didn't tell me it would f-feel like this!"

Strong as the pulse within her was, Nia was shocked to feel such a shudder in Mark's grip.

His digits couldn't steady themselves anymore than his hips, and with each pass, another spurt of cum flooded her womanhood, while the hammering flesh of his cock pushed more of the excess out of her body in a warm, thick flood, coating the tiny gap between them with the evidence of what a risk they'd taken together.

"I don't have a dick, you...y-you dork," Nia reminded him. "But you've got more than enough f-for both of us...damn...you're still cumming, baby?"

Mark was discovering what so many men had before him: when presented with the chance to properly breed, it didn't matter when they'd last finished.

There was always a little more than he would have expected, and with a few chaste days coming before the act, he already would have had plenty to give...but even when his hips gave up the ghost, his shaft was still twitching around inside of Nia's stretched, filled passage, leaving nothing to chance.

"You're the one w-who won't stop grabbing at it like that," Mark countered. "How am I supposed to stop if you won't?"

"As you so adorably put it...can't help it," Nia confessed. "You get what you give, after all, and I don't think you've ever given me anything like this before."

She'd seen the reservoirs of his condoms before. No matter how flooded and bulging those ends were, she didn't think she'd have a proper appreciation for just what a mess he could make when that layer of latex was removed.

With a subtle bulge at the base of her slender tummy and a lingering fullness that she'd never known before, Nia was delighted to find that she was right in her assumptions.

"Hopefully it was worth the wait?" Mark asked, finding his voice and his breath a little faster than he would have expected, after such a vicious romp. "Cause I...I can't speak for you, but for me , that was definitely worth it."

Rolling her eyes at his return to bashful form, Nia followed up with an affectionate draw of her tongue, brushing the flat of it over his cheek. "I know you felt me cumming on you, dork. You really have to ask if it was worth it for me, too?"

"I was just checking!"

"Yes, because you're a gentleman and a dork," Nia replied. "But you're an amazing fuck, beyond all that...and it looks like you're more worried about getting in another round than you are about being a gentleman."

"Couldn't they be the same thing?"

"Could be, but...I'm gonna ask you do something a little dirtier than most gentlemen would do," Nia warned him. "You think you'd be up for something like that?"

The zebra had been dating Nia long enough to stay one step ahead of her: anymore, she found it difficult to catch him off guard, but she didn't wait for him to answer, this time.

She dropped her quivering legs from his lower back and rolled over onto her body, denying Mark the sight of her perky, modest bosom in exchange for the flick of her tiny, canine tail...lifting and brushing at the underside of his neck to draw his attention to the warmth of both her dripping, cum-filled womanhood and the tight, narrow pucker of her asshole.

"...I can't believe I have to ask right now, but...w-what exactly are you asking me to do, love?"

Mark was already growing stiff with a full, second erection, and the flesh was still dripping with the mingled remnants of his impressive load and Nia's own offering of warmer, feminine arousal.

Some part of him couldn't help wondering if Nia was just trying to be clever about asking him to take her in a more familiar posture; he knew she wouldn't be too shy to spell out her intentions if he didn't figure them out, first.

"Well, I don't think you're gonna act like the dogs and go for a taste of your own medicine," Nia joked. "But I can practically feel you staring at my asshole...maybe you're not quite the gentleman I thought you were?"

Mark was prepared to argue his case, but he only made it as far as dropping his jaw when Nia completed her thought: "If that's the case, lemme assure you...I couldn't be happier with you for being such a naughty boy."

His taller body was already lined up more directly with her tailhole than the drooling petals of her womanhood, but every time Mark thought he knew the extent of what Nia would ask of him, she raised the stakes once more: letting him finish inside of her would have been enough to make it a banner day, but confirming her idea with a push of her hips, kissing her pucker to his flared tip...

...That was enough to make this one of the greatest days of his life.

"You're s-

"Don't," Nia cut him off, pushing back harder and forcing his paws to grip the sides of her full, rounded backside to ease her progress. "Just take it nice and slow; I'm not letting you out of this bed until I'm sure I've got all of your cream filling, and those balls still look kinda heavy...can't have you walking home like that, can I?"

"If you keep working me like this, I won't be able to walk home at all," Mark leaned into his humor as his body leaned over Nia's own, knowing it would be a waste of effort to resist her temptation, and a waste of an opportunity to turn down her generous offer. "Not that I think you'd mind sharing a bed with me this evening."

"Long as you don't mind sleeping in a puddle of your own jizz," Nia said. "Like hell I'm sleeping on that side of the bed."

"How about I just help you strip the sheets?"

" After you make another mess, which...you're currently delaying. Don't let those nerves get the better of you now, darling...you've proven that you're more than up to the task already, today."

Somehow, the idea of penetrating Nia's ass was proving a more daunting concern than the possibility that she might not have been on birth control, but that was all part of her plan: she wanted to keep Mark guessing every step of the way, knowing that his mind would drift from one occasion to the next, rather than struggling with the collective stress.

The slow, eager stretch of her flesh was proving enough to keep his focus on the task at hand, but it wasn't the push of her backside toward his hips that finally broke him: it was the twin orbs of commanding, liquid gold that finally broke the icy blue resolve in Mark's gaze.

"That's it...n-nice and easy," she reminded him, feeling his fingertips clutch at her hips with greater intensity, begging for control. "Once that flare gets in, it...it'll be a breeze for both of us..."

Mark and Nia hadn't jumped into bed too early in their relationship, but it occurred to him that he'd rarely seen Nia masturbate or tease any part of her body without his help: he had no idea what kind of experience she had with her own ass, but a hasty gasp and a low, satisfied groan from her lips told a tale of a woman that had been more nervous to ask for the act than she was to perform it.

He made a note to tease her about that secret bashfulness, but it would have to wait until the wild dog gave him a chance to breathe: only a few inches into that first thrust, he was already panting with disbelief at how tight of a grip Nia could manage at his cock.

Perhaps more stunning was how gracefully the first thrust came to a peak, as his entire shaft eased further and further; at the very end, the delicate pap of his sack tapping her clit was a proper delight, but one that couldn't be overstated.

"A few more of t-those and you're g-gonna make me cum again," Nia warned him. "Speaking of things that we really should have d-done sooner..."

Mark and Nia were happy in their relationship, and they'd certainly agree that they'd taken their sexual advances at a healthy pace, but now that she knew he was willing, Nia was planning to invite Mark into her rear entrance much more often, provided he had the endurance to keep on going two rounds in a row.

To have that extra weight and presence of his last cumshot flooding her womanhood added just the right kind of pressure to the act, and as slow as Mark was taking the act, he could actually feel his own cum being pushed around by the presence of his length.

"Not gonna argue with that," he whispered hurriedly, concerned that he might reach his second peak before Nia would. "This is...h-holy fuck; this is amazing , Nia..."

A domineering grip couldn't take control of the situation, but it could temper Nia's overzealous nature, forcing her knees to steady and her ass to hold still for the slowly growing pace.

That careful approach and the smooth, comfortable thrusts of the zebra above were pushing Nia into her own release a little faster than she would have liked, but the greedier nature of the wild dog was evident in the way that she gripped the sheets, tugging on them with renewed desperation.

She might be able to milk two or three more climaxes out of her boyfriend, if she was lucky...and she knew he'd be willing to try, at the very least.