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Part II: Down

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Tongues slew in rampant, fervent mannerisms and the distance between bodies was marred by the physical want and dire need to touch; to be pressed as closely together as possible.

There were few times, Yuri recalled; that she would offer herself to him in this way. Previously, it was either over a special occasion, or it was in thanks - usually something involving him going a bit out of his way to do something for her. An example of such a time was when he put that doberman in his place after the sleaze had been constantly harassing her. He would have grinned in amusement at the memory, but his maw was otherwise occupied.

"I've... really missed you..." Kuras breathed in a huff; her mouth leaving his slowly, with a hint of hesitation. "It feels like you've been gone forever!"

She wiggled her hips, sliding herself back a hair as she raised herself to sit; the spread of her legs causing the pleated black skirt to raise and rest over her hips, not exactly covering her from behind at all anymore. Her tail twitched back and forth as she smoothed her paws up the front of her shirt and began to unclasp the buttons that held it to her frame.

"Missed you, too..." Yuri replied, running his tongue over the edges of his muzzle to savor the lingering taste of her. "I have been gone forever!" He grinned, "It really felt like it..." Letting his words trail off he raised his arms and caressed his paws over hers, brushing them away - halting the process of fingertips and glossy buttons. Yuri leaned his body up, shoulders pushing back against the floor to give him a forward momentum. He tugged at the opening of her shirt and pulled her back into a soft kiss as digits began the work of undoing what remained of her shirt to be unbuttoned... but with a little nip seconds after the beginnings of the second kiss, and the flick of her tongue over his snout she moved back from him and stood; an odd twist as she played her claws along the last button that was left; half turned she tossed her head to one side, peer over her shoulder at him. She teased him, as she did often; letting the white material of her shirt slide off to bare her left shoulder. He had been quite oblivious to the fact she hadn't been wearing a bra, but now that fact displayed - or, not displayed. However one decided to phrase it.

Yuri's lips curved into a light smirk, and he raised himself up into a more comfortable position, still seated on the floor. He stared up at her for a moment, eyes following the curves and lines of her legs to where her skirt shrouded the rest. Kuras had always kept her body in shape, hers legs the most toned things about her - if you happened to notice them before her breasts; which weren't by any means large... but he found them greatly appealing. He had never known another pair that felt as soft and so perfectly shaped.

The gray furred wolf started to stand, tugging up on the hem of his shirt as he did so. It didn't protest and thus, was slid effortlessly off and let to lay crumpled on the floor near the base of the couch. As for his body; he didn't work much to keep it in shape - it just seemed to be naturally so. Though, it could've possibly been attributed to the fact that he worked a lot on his parents farm in his youth - So, perhaps his body had adapted to being lithe and not too overly muscled, and decided it liked to stay that way. At least, that's the theory he fabricated for himself when issued complaints by friends over the fact he hardly worked out and never seemed to gain a pound.

She slowly turned toward him as he stood and discarded his shirt; gaze tracing along his smooth, light gray tinted stomach and the waist line of his jeans. The last button was finally undone and the shirt let to fall open to expose the expanse of her front side. They stepped toward each other in what seemed like a well choreographed sequence; his paws brushing up over her collar bones to push the thin fabric from her shoulders. The shirt fell from her arms, and she moved closer to him; smoothing paws over his stomach, tracing tips of fingers over the waist of his jeans, before pressing - digging; under the material and tugging him up against her. Their muzzles met a third time, his head tilting just slightly to one side as his arms wrapped around her; paws caressing down her back to play just above the curve of her rear and tail.

It was a slow movement of two bodies; carefully maneuvering backward, toward a common destination. Yuri felt the material clinging to his waist loosen with the unhinging of the button, the weight of the denim dragging itself down his legs. Her paws slid beneath the soft fabric of the navy blue boxer briefs he wore, feeling along the heated parts of his thighs. That material was eased downward as well; their movements toward the couch fragmented by the restriction of clothing around appendages. They'd done this before; and Yuri was in enough of a state of reminisce that his body just moved, following a pattern it recalled from a time in the past.

As jeans and undergarment were kicked off in some undefined direction and another step was taken back, Kuras suddenly shoved him back down onto the couch. She leaned over him, paws pressing atop his knees, inching lethargically higher. The pinkish tip of his member protruded from the soft shell of its sheath; growing by the second. "Skirt..." She whispered; leaning in to nip at his cheek, and down the line of his neck. "On?" It was a play of quick successions - nips and flicks of her tongue against his body in a downward motion. She kissed over his chest, her body bending with the movements. "Or..." Her words, tinged in a purr as she nibbled over his stomach, pausing just before his groin. "Off?" - The barest of touches; the warm tip of her tongue against the smooth flesh of the tip of his penis. And just like that, she pushed up and took a step back from the couch, cocking her head to the right with a little smile and a questioning raise of brows; claws languidly tracing over the waist line of her skirt.

Yuri breathed out - a breath that he felt he had been holding for far too long. The anticipation was always a killer. He bit at his lower lip a moment before deciding. "Off." It had felt like forever since he had seen her body exposed in full. Kuras nodded and reached behind, taking a moment to find the small zipper that kept the skirt from falling off of her hips. As the small metal strip was unfastened and the skirt let to fall to the floor she stepped from its deflated circle and rotated her body around slowly; still giving him that look of inquiry. Yuri gave a small laugh and shook his head, "You're as beautiful as always. But you know that already."

Kuras smiled and knelt back on the edge of the couch; partially straddling his left leg as she lightly seated herself upon his knee. She let her paws ruffle about the top of his head, over that single streak of short black he kept of his hair. "...It means more coming from you though." She said, playfully licking the side of his muzzle.

One arm curled over and behind his shoulders as she nuzzled at the side of his neck, and her other slowly trailed its way up along the inside of his thigh; claws dragging lightly up along his sheath before her paw curled around him, squeezing delicately before beginning to rub over his sheath and the length of his shaft as it began to stir, rise and grow harder. Yuri murred, and curved one arm about her waist, but wasn't in a position where he was able to do anything for her... so he resigned to nuzzling her affectionately in return.

She knew he was probably fatigued; more mentally so, from his expedition to his parents. He had called to let her know when they had both passed away and had tried to sound like he was doing well, but there was a certain tone he could never fully keep from his voice. He hadn't been alright. There was a sense of hidden tension about him... and she wanted to relieve that stress. If there was anything she could do to help him get over the expiration of his parents, she would do it. He had always been around for her when she needed him, so it was only fair she was there for him. Kuras didn't really know how to make him feel like himself again. The only thing she had to offer him at that moment was... her.

As Yuri's sheath was pushed to the base of his shaft and the full length of his member became exposed she readjusted her position, much to his surprise. She half knelt and half laid along the couch; her arm about his shoulders sliding down, between him and the couch to somewhat press against his lower back. She gripped the base of his shaft and lowered her parted muzzle over the tip of him, and slowly brought him into her mouth, as much as she could. The sudden press of her mouth causing him to groan lightly; the spread of moisture and warmth, and the movements of her tongue about him threw his nerves into a frantic mess.

Claws of one paw kneaded along the arm of the couch, and the other played down the back of her neck and about her shoulder blades. She was good at letting him know when she wanted something, but there was no sense of anything for him to do in that frame of passing moments.

Kuras lifted her muzzle from him, admiring his stable length as she worked her paw in a heavy motion along him; her saliva proving to be an ample lubricant.

"Kuras?" Yuri breathed out slowly, as if he were about to ask something - but the coming question, if there was one, caught in his throat. "Shh..." Was her only reply as her mouth pressed over him again. She moved her paw; and sucked the full length of his member into her maw, pressing her snout to the base of him. He let his eyes close and rolled his head back, letting it rest against the couch. She drew herself up along him slowly until she almost released him, but before that could occur she curled her tongue around him and leaned back down to engulf him again; this time keeping her muzzle firmly around him. She worked at him with the back of her throat, and the muscles of her jaw. She let her tongue writhe about his smooth shaft; pleasuring him - as if he were the last mechanism in a draught world that could produce water.

His claws dug into the back of her neck and he bucked his hips gently upward with her last series of actions. She was very careful about not nicking him with her teeth; and he wondered how she was able to keep her perfect record with all she did.

She let one of her legs slide off the edge of the couch, the ball of her foot paw pressing into the soft, light cream carpet. She had raised herself just enough to slide her arm that had been laying dormant between his lower back and the couch; and move it beneath her body. Fingers smoothed over the curve of her body between her thighs, and fingertips were let to play along the edges of her sex. With a small inhaled gasp of breath as she lifted her muzzle completely from his member, she buried her middle finger into the folds of her already well moistened depths. She hadn't realized how much she had been anticipating his return until she was there with him...

Her tongue flicked against the tip of his member, and she was about to draw him back into her mouth again, but a paw placed just below her throat stopped her. Kuras blinked and tilted her head up to look at him; her hazel tinted oculars meeting with his awkward dual hues. Yuri pressed up, and she followed with the directed motion of his paw. It was when she was just about to her knees when their positions changed, and he pushed her back; pressing over her. Maws coming together to play out a series of small, quick and heated kisses in the space of aroused breathes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down against her; her tongue snaking its way into his muzzle - as if she could crawl into him. He began to adjust his posture, but as he started she pushed him back - something she did often, and he had just learned to go with it. He leaned back on his knees, but she pushed him further, until he was on his rump; half laying back against the arm of the couch. She crawled onto him, dragging her warm body up along his. His erect member slid between the crevice of her breasts; and there was a pause. A slow, repeated movement of hips initiated, and a rise of pressure followed as she nestled his length betwixt her cleavage; moving her body with his rhythm. Her muzzle was angled downward, and as he thrust up she kissed the tip of him. It wasn't long before she began to move up his body again; paws caressing over his figure - the gray toy she loved.

Finally when she came to rest, poised above him; their eyes fixated on one another. Yuri placed a paw at her nape and pulled her down, brushing his muzzle along hers. His hot breath felt good against her fur. "I love you." It was something they had gotten into the habit of telling each other. It just seemed something natural; yet it wasn't as if they were even dating. She smiled, drawing her tongue along his muzzle in reply of his slight nuzzle. "I love you too."

She could feel his pulse beating strong beneath her; through the press of her chest against his. Kuras raised her lower half just a hair, sliding an arm down between them. She felt gently around for a split second before her paw gripped his hard length. She massaged him; rubbed him against the heated fur of her inner thighs before pressing his tip firmly against her damp sex. She played with the first inch or so of him; stroking him as she teased herself - ever so lightly penetrating her opening with him. Slowly, she rolled her hips back against him, taking him in a little more - she did the work; until the moment she began to pull her paw away from him... His paws pressed to her thighs, claws digging in against her fur, and he pushed her back; easing his hips up. She was ready for him; and he slid into her without much effort at all. They both shivered at the sensations that arose from the movement. For Yuri, it was the gripping muscle; the heated, moist depth of her as he pushed further inside. For Kuras; the feeling of being filled... the way she was spread apart by him; penetrated by him. When he was near completely inside of her she moaned softly and lifted herself up; only to press herself back down in a hard manner, dispersing the space between their bodies. He drew in a sharp breath at her action; grinding up against the heavy press of her body against him.

It had been so long since they had done something like this, that it felt like the first time - amazing.

Their bodies became an incoherent rhythm of motions; caressing paws and the depthless press of muzzles together; a dance of tongues and limbs. For a time she would lift herself up with his aid, till just the tip of him remained within her grasp - and then their bodies would collide again, and again. That motion would then fall into a maddening writhe; hips grinding against thighs.

Her breath began to come in jagged segments; like the fluttering of wings caught in a strobe light. She felt the base of his shaft begin to swell; and it was no longer a smooth composition of working parts. Each gear had to push its own weight to continue the balance of motion. The electric hum of pleasure rising and sparking between live wires. Kuras pressed her body down against his; wrapping her arms around his neck as she moved her hips over him with as much fervor as she could managed; small moans and purrs of delight muffled into the fur of Yuri's neck.

His claws had found their way over the apex of her thighs and massaged into the fur of her rear. The ache of continual movement over a prolonged period of time leaving the joints of his legs; parting with a gift of numb warmth. It was a mechanical sequence that was swiftly approaching an end.

The bulge of his knot hardened and it became blatantly painful to have it continuously plunged in and out of her. It was that final thrust of hips and push of her body that coupled them; drove him as deep inside of her as it was possible to go. They clung to each other frantically; her teeth sinking into the fur and flesh of his neck as their bodies still mimicked movement. She felt the hot release of his seed inside of her; a deep growl working its way from his muzzle against her ear; nuzzling at the side of her head. The audio climax of her system lost in the compressing curve of his neck, still - the harsher set of teeth and spasms of her body atop his let him know she had come seconds after he did.

They both lay there; movements ceased... breathing still rapid; pulses still running in their paroxysmal circuits - slowly winding down.