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"How is it that we've never stopped by this _charming_little venue before?"

"Given that you and I actively go out of our way to avoid each other-

" You go out of your way to avoid me , dear brother."

"All the same, I'd say it's not that hard to believe that this is our first trip...but I'd gladly make a return sometime, if we can expect this kind of service."

Zack and Zelda Norton were closer than most people realized, and a tumultuous relationship on the surface made it even less likely that anyone would be able to do the digging required to find their deepest secrets; that was to say nothing of how willing they someone might be, when they saw the genuine intensity of their sibling bond.

So much of that animosity stemmed from an evening that they each recalled in a unique manner, and though their retellings varied dramatically, one common thread was how unusually comfortable they'd become in each other's intimate affairs.

It should have been weird for Zelda to share a staring match with her brother when he was actively pumping his hips into the backside of a scantily clad beagle, but then, it should have been every bit as weird for Zack to maintain that stare while Zelda pushed forth with hips of her own and a false cock, entertaining the inner muscles of a bound tomcat.

"You are used to doing a little more work with your bare hands, aren't you?" Zelda teased. "It's been quite some time since I actually had to do my own ropework; good thing my skills haven't dulled just yet."

"We'll see if you still feel that way when that little kitten wiggles his way out of that rig and puts you in it."

Zelda cocked a brow at her brother and went completely still, denying Dan the bliss of another fulfilling stroke. "Now, I don't think this little sweetheart could ever do that to me. He's so well-behaved...but that one, I think you might have to watch out for."

Zack looked down at Krista, wishing that he might catch a glimpse of her stare, but she was looking straight ahead, locking eyes with her bounded husband.

She could hardly believe what a trap they'd fallen into, but then, neither husband, nor wife was in any rush to find a way out of their current predicament.

"I can definitely sense a little mischief about her, but I don't think she's the type, either...I think she likes being held down like this," Zack theorized, learning more and more about the beagle with every clash of their bodies. "She hasn't said much since I tied her down, but something about that whimper-

"It's oddly familiar, isn't it?" Zelda asked. The Doberman siblings were used to that particular sound coming through in a moment of passion, but that was always with other canines: this time, Zelda was giving her brother a look that told a greater story, with a skin that couldn't be pierced by the daggers her brother stared at her.

" Very familiar," he confirmed. "Though I can't imagine you'd remember the last time someone moaned like that for you."

One paw was wrapped tight around Dan's hip, anchoring Zelda in place to give her all the control she could ever want, as far as her pace was concerned.

The other was up around the middle of his back, her fingertips walking a slow, tickling path toward the nap of his neck.

"You're too quick to give in to your baser instincts, little brother. If you had even an ounce of style about you, you'd understand that it isn't always the moan that you hear that conveys the greatest pleasure. It's the s-

"The silence that comes before," Zack cut her off. "I know, I know...you're all about the slow burn, building them up for something great, snatching it away, and giving it back to them in little doses...a grape from the vine, one little pleasure at a time."

"And you never outgrew fruit salad."

Bound as they were and well aware of the animosity between the siblings, Dan and Krista shared a brief chuckle at their fascinating exchange. There was something inspiring about the way that Zack could keep thrusting without having to account for his breath, but on the other side of it, Dan would have been quick to defend Zelda's approach.

When she was just sitting still within the feline's backside, the shaft of her feeldoe allowed him to feel a presence that was greater than the girth of the false flesh: there was a silent recognition of the control she held over Dan, and as far as he could tell, the control she held over her own brother.

"When you're so used to eating high off the hog, you forget the simple joy of a value menu," Zack answered. "Believe me, I'm happy to take it as slow as I can and show Krista a good time: goodness knows the little lady deserves it, but that doesn't have to mean filet mignon and fine wine every single step of the way, you know."

"...I'll let the puddles speak for themselves, when we're all said and done, here."

Able to get a better look at Dan's expression than Zelda was, Zack could see that the tomcat was enjoying himself. Glasses that once balanced precariously on the bridge of his muzzle were set aside; the way that Zelda was capable of thrusting, those glasses never would have survived the fall.

Whether by the force of the thrusts or the constant grimace of the feline, resisting the urge to reach his orgasm even an instant before his wife did, Dan's face was a masterpiece of the blissful struggle Zelda had trapped him in.

"Something tells me that isn't gonna stop you from running your mouth all the while," Zack countered. "And I know you're proud of your curves, but...when it comes to showing someone a good time for a long time, we both know that you don't hold a stick to me, Zelda."

It was rare that Zack could say something that would actually get under the skin of his older sister, but at that, she pumped hard into the tied tomcat, enough that the nightgown wrapped around his body shifted up and away from the curve of his backside.

"I have to apologize for my brother and his brutish behavior," Zelda muttered. "It's fortunate that your husband is such a flexible boy, Krista. I'm afraid he'll have to take the brunt of my greatest source of frustration..."

Zack wouldn't undersell the pleasure of turning Krista into his personal pincushion, but as much as Zelda didn't give him the credit for being sophisticated, he was a Doberman of the finest tastes.

The physical bliss of feeling Krista's tailhole clutch and squeeze around his shaft was too great to be overlooked, but that was to say nothing of the thrill that came from having his arrogance stoked; when he could draw any reaction from Zelda, it made his entire week--though he wasn't going to overlook that evening--Krista would be able to confirm that.

Her own nightgown, matching the silky scarlet of Dan's, was pushed up slightly as Zack adjusted his posture against the beagle. He was taking his time at that point, thrusting gently enough that her ass would be allowed to stretch and adapt to his girth along the way...

...But he couldn't help himself, when he felt Zelda's glare narrowing on his naked flesh.

"Don't you worry about your hubby, Krista. I'll see to it that he's very well taken care of," Zack promised her. "But 'ladies first' isn't just an expression, as far as I'm concerned. His needs can wait until I've taken care of your own."

Zelda hated to admit that Zack was a perfect gentleman, but she knew he kept that skill hidden until he wanted to employ it.

When she was around, he rarely embraced that aspect of himself, but right then, Zelda could see shades of their strict upbringing, and the respect that was instilled in her brother as a result.

His fingertips were free to roam; Krista was bound into the grasp of a rig, her ankles and wrists held so firmly to the cushions by a set of ropes that she didn't have a prayer of escape...and with a single swirl of a surprisingly delicate fingertip, she was convinced that she didn't want that prayer.

"One touch, and you seize up around me...so what would a second touch bring?" he asked her, leaning in close enough that he didn't have to bellow his voice over the crowd: he cared only about Krista being able to hear the sophisticated grit in his tone. "Is that a secret you're willing to share with me, Krista?"

Angling his hips and pumping slowly enough that every pap of his sack against her petals would reach her already sensitive ears, Krista was melting under Zack's new approach, but as her eyes started rolling back, she caught one more glimpse of Dan and tried her best not to giggle at his expression.

His was bewildered: his introduction to Zelda was in the common area at the Maison Melange, and in that space, she was quiet and controlled: the very example of the belief that the greatest show of power was restraint.

Whatever nerve her brother pricked, she couldn't ignore the fires it stoked within her.

"You really are a sweet little thing, Dan. I'm sorry that my asshole brother is making me do this to you..."

It was every bit as rare for Zelda to let her guard down as it was for her to pass the buck: part of her philosophy as a dominatrix was that no situation was beyond her control, meaning that she was responsible for every fate that befell her pets and playthings.

In the middle of such a spontaneous hookup, she was okay with throwing out the rule book and pounding into Dan with a ferocity that she _rarely_employed...and a whimpering tomcat was doing everything he could to relax and adjust to the deeper, firmer thrusts of her feeldoe.

"But you're taking it so wonderfully, aren't you? You're so capable...t-taking every inch of that cock without breaking a sweat...without offering a single complaint," Zelda spoke to Dan with a sweeter tone than she'd ever offer to a permanent member of her stable, but in that moment, it was all part of the game.

She could make it sound like any cruelty she offered was the fault of her brother, all while enjoying herself as much as she wanted; that lack of guilt made it easy for her to focus on the pleasant, internal buzz of the vibrating egg and the eager resistance of Dan's inner walls, pushing back against the girth of her false cock.

"I think you'll find my sister's brand of sweet talking to be a little too saccharine," Zack took to the competition like a fish to water, buttering up his own half of the married couple. "She talks about the high life, but she doesn't understand the complexities of the act the same way that I do...the importance of doing more than just thrusting , for example."

Free to roam her body at will, Zack trusted his hips to do all the work, pumping into Krista's ass with a level of skill befitting someone of the Doberman's illustrious reputation. His aim was impeccable, and while he drank in the pleasure of such a tight, tender orifice, he sampled the curves of her hips through the drape of her nightgown.

Fingers that were quickly becoming addicted to the shape of her form pushed up from the valley of her thighs, tracing the indent of her navel through the outline of the nightgown. Claws raked at silk as Zack continued to push, but he refused to let the uptick in the pace of his hips change the speed of his tactile approach.

Like an expanding web of feathers, his palm cupped at the underside of a breast before smooth, confident digits clutched around that supple flesh, stoking her nipple through delightfully thin fabric.

So much for him being the ravenous beast they warned me about, Krista thought. He's passionate, skillful, fantastic attention to detail...and...goodness, can he ever hit all the right spots!

A trio of fingertips swirled around the hood of her clit, with the middle digit brushing just against the tender nub of her clit when her stifled moans began to settle; Zack had her on the edge, knowing he could push her over at his luxury.

"Not that my brother would pass up a chance to fuck a cutie like you, but...I don't intend for you to have the strength for another round, when I'm done with you," Zelda spoke to Dan, but her voice wasn't the sneaky whisper that her brother used.

She was domineering in every spirit of the word: the tone of her voice alone would have been enough to keep the feline on his knees before her, without a single cord of rope to play with.

"He can talk all he wants about thrusting, but I'm sure you'd be happy to vouch for me..."

She hesitated there, pumping hard into Dan's backside, so much that the ropes at his wrists whimpered as loud as the beagle across from him.

From under tussled locks of brown, through desperate, panting breaths, Dan knew he had clearance to speak for the first time. "Y...yes, Mistress," he struggled through the words, thinking it the best title to address Zelda with.

"...To hell with my brother. I'm keeping this one."

Krista perked her ears at the concept; she'd be happy to watch Zelda play with her husband, especially when she was in a less compromised position.

She knew she wouldn't have that good fortune that evening, but sooner than later, she hoped her chance would present itself.

"Your loss, then," Zack teased. "That means I get to keep this one, and she...she's an absolute devil , whether she sounds like it or not."

A soft, canine whimper escaped her lips as she tried to look back over her shoulder for the same approval that Dan was granted.

"Not that you need to confirm it for Dan, but if you want to share with the rest of the class...why don't you tell my sister how much you're enjoying yourself?" Zack suggested. "How much you enjoy letting me stretch you out...while I keep you just distracted enough to keep your orgasm at bay?"

At first, it didn't make sense to Krista: the cup of his palm at her breast, the swirl of his digits at her clit and the satisfying rhythm of his solid, driving hips were all building her toward what she thought would be a mind-shattering climax.

She didn't realize that everything he'd offered her was just a tease, with an internal timer to change when she finally parted her soft, tender lips.

"You've b-been so much better than they told me," Krista admitted, but she couldn't finish the next thought without sucking in a sharp breath: two digits pushed down against her clit and swirled in a tight, messy circle, while the heel of his wrist pushed up against her pubic mound, applying a sneaky form of pressure to an already overstuffed body. "O-oh...wait! W-wait, you're g-gonna...gonna make me cum, Zack..."

"Wasn't that the idea?" he asked, as elegance was driven from his voice by sheer, domineering force. "Don't tell me you want me to stop-

"No! No! Please...p-please don't stop!" she cried out, feeling his hammering pace tick up with every passing thrust. Her asshole was comfortably stretched by then, allowing Zack to embrace his inner canine as much as he liked: she took every pump of his cock faithfully, and already, the muscles of her womanhood were clenching at the air, desperate for their own, penetrative treat.

Without something to fill that tight, gripping passage, there was nothing to stop the plentiful juices that flowed; Krista knew the sensation well enough, but she couldn't find the words before her liquid desires squirted all over the inside of Zack's thighs and over the delicate fluff of his sack.

"Wasn't planning on it," the Doberman assured her, his voice hurried by the oncoming ecstasy of his own release. "Just keep squirting, Krista...keep leaking all over the floor like a good little bitch..."

She couldn't help the long, gushing streams that pushed from the peak of her womanhood. Tight, delicate folds parted just slightly with the force of her internal grip, but up above, Zack could feel another set of muscles trying to milk the cum right out of his body...

...Just as the first length of the same leapt from the tip of Dan's soft, swinging length.

"Such a messy kitty," Zelda's voice dipped into smoke and honey as she watched a streak of warm, slick white spray across the floor of the private room, staining it with unique, milky color that she was always delighted to see. "And you've got so much to give! You're a very lucky woman, Krista...having such a productive man in your life is truly a blessing."

The competition wasn't entirely forgotten: the volume of the spilled juices would come back into play, but in the moment, it was that same competitive spirit that made Zack and Zelda forget about what they were supposed to be measuring.

"Can't s-stop cumming," Krista groaned, her voice hinting at a thoughtless nature. Zack was working her to the very edge of what she could handle, and the bulk of his knot against her asshole was every bit as dangerous as it was enticing. "Fuck...d-do you ever stop?!"

Grinning wide, Zack saved his breath and picked up the pace that much further, but Dan was just as fortunate on the other end: Zelda matched her brother blow for blow, pounding into the feline's backside with a long, rapid gait, forcing the excess dripping of his cum to fling across the front of his nightgown.

"Not until she does," Zack offered the simplest reply.

Krista watched Dan's face twist up with orgasmic delight, and from there, she gave Zelda a pleading look.

"Good thing you aren't planning on going anywhere for a while, Krista."

Wrapping both arms around Dan's hips and mounting him properly, Zelda locked in for the long haul; Krista didn't have a choice but to do the same.