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Aeon licked his lips and swallowed, short claws pricking gently into the edge of the bed where he sat. His fluffy tail swished and danced behind him, ears constantly flicking with this tremulous enjoyment: he could feel her breath puffing out between his thighs, tickling at his carefully-maintained pubic fur, teasing lightly at the lip of his sheath held open around his stirring arousal. Every time Fyra exhaled he felt himself shudder, and twitch, and slip out a little bit further - and knowing that she held herself there so close to him, breathing in his scent, wafting it back across his sheath and sack, just fed right back into the growing flame.

"You smell just as good as I remember," the spotted hyena rumbled, her words trailing like so many fingers through his fur. Aeon swallowed again and tilted his head back, unable to resist the urge to lift his hips up towards her muzzle; he felt the touch and brush of her lips, the slight damp roughness of her nose, before she drew away again. "I missed this scent."

"I was here - just a week ago..."

"Yes, you were. So think about how much I've been wanting this, each and every night."

He had thought about it too, of course. The way she had plunged up inside of him until her hips had pressed against his rump, how he had felt her inside of him, how that motion and the pressure and closeness had forced him over his edge, so that he had painted his own muzzle with his peak... remembering this sent another twitch and throb through him, the underside of his shaft once more brushing against the hyena's nose.

This time she didn't bother pulling away, and instead lifted up underneath the warm, firm flesh. Aeon watched as Fyra nuzzled in along his length, nostrils flaring as she drew in the scent of slick wet meat straight from the source, each exhalation puffing out and tickling against him. One large paw came up to slip underneath one of his thighs, then the other did the same - and then she abruptly tightened her grip, yanking his hips closer to her muzzle, pressing herself right up against the base of his sheath. Her nose pushed in at the base there, tugging the supple skin back a little bit further, pressing and pulling at sensitive nerves until he gasped and grinded forward, drawing that pressure a little bit deeper. The strain, the tension, the shivering sweetness built up, until he felt the subtle slip of his unswollen knot sliding up past the rim of his sheath, succulent skin bunched up behind it.

This seemed to be what Fyra was after. She nuzzled in place again, nose buried within thick, humid fur, and nosed slightly to the side, fingers and thumb positioned right along those overlapping wrinkles to spread them forward, slide them across Aeon's shaft, and then squeeze back towards his base until they bunched up all over again. Occasionally she caught the edge of her nose in the movements, smearing the black skin there in streaks of foggy, glistening stickiness, but if anything it seemed that this just drove her further, the frequency and urgency of her little huffs along Aeon's shaft both increasing.

And something about that made him squirm and grind up against her muzzle just the same. Brown eyes half lidded beneath indulgent pleasure flashed up to him, then back down to where she buried her nose; her fingers came up to stroke along his shaft, squeeze it against her cheek, press it back down. Aeon felt the hyena part her lips and sigh out across his sack, the warm, humid puff of air also making him shiver and squirm, spreading his legs out further. He brought himself closer to the edge of the mattress, felt his balls roll slowly off to rest against the side, then stir again under the shifting swirl of temperature - and then a sweet chill vibrated up his back as thick, dense, wet warmth suddenly curled up from underneath and in between.

Fyra's tongue folded up between his balls, easily molding the supple, loose skin across itself. She gave an open-mouthed swallow, brought in a breath through her opened maw, then slid her tongue gently around behind one of his balls; Aeon straightened up and angled himself forward, cock throbbing again, then once more in response to the slight pressure of suction as she pursed her lips against him. The one slipped easily into her mouth, rolling back and forth over her tongue, fur quickly soaking through with hungry saliva - and before long she turned to the side and lowered herself down a bit, nose now squaring against the underside of his knot, one paw still gripping his thigh while she fished for the second. Pursed lips kept hold of the first, sensitive skin pulling out into her deliciously warm maw, and then her tongue slid out again, slurped around, and repeated the same with the second.

And that was a new situation. Aeon sank slowly back onto his elbows with a sweet, shaky sigh dribbling from his lips, as he looked down past his plump sheath and fully hard shaft at the sight of the hyena with his sack held atop her tongue, between her lips. Again and again she suckled at it, swallowing around it, tasting his musk and smearing him in saliva - and it felt so, so good, these sensitive nerves rolling back and forth, her deft, skilled tongue dancing over, in between, underneath, back and forth. She slid her paw up to resume pumping at his shaft, turning her muzzle to the side so that she could watch as he did so; Aeon felt his sack naturally shift, trying to adjust to the different sensations yet still caught within her mouth, until she parted her lips and let his saliva-soaked balls dribble back out.

"Taste good, too..." Fyra murmured, lips positioned right at the spot where his sheath spread down into his sack. Aeon shuddered, then did so again as her tongue flicked out again, this time pressing in between his balls hanging down under the warmth, grinding into the firmness of his arousal underneath. He twitched against her nose.

Panting softly, he picked his claws back out of the bedsheets underneath. "I - ah... brought my toothbrush, and a change of clothes, since I assumed I'd be - staying the... ah-" There they went again, balls folding up into her mouth, tugging out as she pulled gently back, sheath spreading with the tension. "-the night..."

Fyra opened her mouth to let them roll right back out, then swallowed. "Good assumption."