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Beautiful sunlight streamed in through my kitchen's open window. I stepped up to it, unable to help a broad smile as I caught a bit of that wonderful spring breeze. It carried the scent of tulips and lilies, fresh baked bread, and the sweetest pastries. Young love was in the air again.

It feels like a lifetime since we've had a day like this, where everything was right and the world hadn't turned itself upside down.

I turned my attention back to the small kitchen that might as well have been my second home. It was in a state of disarray - organised chaos where only I could really find reason to its madness. Chopped onions, crushed garlic, diced herbs, ground spices...

This was my blank canvas, my open book, my battlefield. A small joy in this small corner of the world I called my home.

Here I nursed a broken heart, sheltered from the falling bombs, and rediscovered life anew.

A taste... just a pinch of salt, the smallest sprig of rosemary, a little hint of lime... perfect. I stepped back and took stock of everything I'd cooked as I unbound the loosely fitting apron from around my waist. The aroma, the taste, the beautiful colours - everything was ready.

And just in time as a man strode in from our bedroom, my tall and strong wolf. His arms wrapped around my waist before I could turn around and his snout came down on top of my head, nuzzling between my ears. He gave me the smallest lick and whispered apologetically:

"Please don't be mad, love."

"Gabriel Benoit... What have you done?"

"I..." His arms slipped beneath my shirt to caress and hold my flat stomach. The way his claws raked against my skin itched in all the right ways. I held myself still and stared down at his arms as he struggled to find the words. "See, the thing is..."

"Rainhart wants you at the barracks, doesn't she?"

"There's some, ah..." he licked at his lips and took a sniff. The smell of the food I'd prepared for the both of us must have finally clicked in his head; "... new recruits from the officer's academy and she wants me there to give them a welcome."

"Can't she do it?" I asked as I turned in his arms to face him. The answer to that question was obvious: Gabriel was already dressed head to toe in a black military uniform, so pristine and perfect for him. Medals and commendations from his years of service clung tight to that broad chest. "Or, can't you at least stay a few more minutes? Please..."

"I know, love. I'm sorry." Gabriel backed away from me before I could plant a kiss on his jaw, a white and perfectly groomed tail hanging low between his legs. "But... hey, I'll make it up to you tonight, okay? I can stop by the bakery on my way back and-"

"Gabriel," I interrupted as he shifted from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable now that my eyes were on him. God, I couldn't deny how handsome he looked in that uniform. "It's fine."

"Are you... are you sure?"

"Well there's not much we can do about it, is there?" I placed my hands on his chest and felt the gentle rise and fall of his breaths. "But next time? A little more warning before I spend my whole morning in the kitchen, okay?"

"Like you didn't love every second of it."

"Not as much as I do spending time with you, hm?" I grabbed his hand and forced myself against him to place a kiss against the side of his jaw. His sad eyes brightened up in an instant as he returned that affectionate gesture. "My handsome man."

"I love you, Alain." He held me tight in his arms and kissed me again.

"I love you too - hey, one last thing. Before you go."

He couldn't say no to me, even if he'd wanted to. He couldn't let go of my hand. He loved when my fingers grazed their way down his body. Even if his voice complained with a weary, "Alain..."

"Just a minute," I murmured. If only he had longer than that - ten minutes. Twenty minutes. A whole hour! I got on my knees and pressed the palm of my hand against his crotch. "Maybe two minutes. That's all I need."

"Alain," he began again but stopped when he placed a hand between my ears. I glanced up at Gabriel and gave him the slightest and most playful lick of the tip of my snout as I could muster. His fingers tightened around my skull, taking handfuls of my soft grey fur within. "You're insatiable."

"Only when I'm with you," I said as I rubbed his groin to feel the weight of his cock twitch against my hand. He could complain all he wanted, but he was ready to go. "I promise not to make a mess and swallow it all if you promise to feed me a good load."

"Alain!" Gabriel exclaimed with the hardest blush his wolfish features could ever give me. That widening of his eyes, the flatness of his ears, the slight pull of lips, and the sheepish tone of his voice. I almost stood up just to put a kiss against those burning cheeks.

"I'm not going to stop," I said to him while looking back down between his legs. He visibly twitched hard against my hand, already straining the trousers with every beat of his heart. "Now, let's get you out of these before you stain them."

"Do you have to say that?"

"You're a leaky boy," I whispered as I unbuttoned his pants. Sure enough, there was that musk that immediately slammed into my nostrils. Even having expected it, I had to take a moment to stop and think and reorient myself. His scent was strong and concentrated, a little damp, and so masculine. "Hah, there! See?"

Gabriel didn't look, his eyes shifting left and right then shying away when I exposed his cock to the open air. It was soft, smooth, the crown of it already polished to a wet sheen with precum. There was enough there for me to play with even if he wasn't erect - I planned on correcting that in just a moment.

He huffed as I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, his stance widening and his hips bucking slightly in my direction. I stroked him once, twice, and felt his girth thicken between my fingers. Precum beaded at the tip of his urethra, swelling up before slowly dripping in a long and fat strand that I caught with the tip of my tongue and audibly savoured just to embarrass him that little bit more.

"So leaky, but that's what I love about you." He grew beneath my fingertips; his cock twitched and swelled and rose until the fat heat was aimed directly at my mouth. Another strand of precum was already threatening to spill over, all the more encouraged as I stroked out more of his sweet nectar. "Your orgasms are always so messy."

"Please..." He wanted to tell me to stop saying that. I caught the words written on his face as he finally looked down at me. But what he really said was, "Just put your lips against it," with a desperate, whimpering need so unbefitting of a military man of his calibre.

But that's also what I loved about him.

"I love you," I said to him, my heart hammering up against my throat as I parted my lips and held the tip of his cock right up against my snout, both hands now firmly holding to his turgid length. Three years together and every time felt like our first.

From somewhere above he mouthed the echo of a reply, that he loved me too and didn't want this to end, and how he wished we had more time so we could really have some fun, but the words got all choked up in his throat as I slid my tongue back and forth against his frenulum. I didn't let him deeper into my snout; I wanted the taste of his precum smothering my senses.

And like the leaky boy he was, Gabriel rewarded the smallest of my efforts with a prize worth its weight in gold: stringy, bitter, and thick pre. First it dribbled onto my tongue, then gushed with a concentrated effort when I cupped his balls with the palm of a hand at the same time as I stroked the base of his shaft and licked his crown.

I wanted to hold it there in my mouth, let it all pool in my tongue and mix with my saliva so I could eventually sit back on my knees, open my mouth, and show him how thoroughly he'd tainted me. Just thinking of it, and the look on his face when he saw how stupid drunk I was for his cock, made my own member throb hard inside my pants.

But the next time I felt another fresh gush of his precum smear near the back of my tongue I simply swallowed it all and moaned my approval of his gift.

"Your mouth is incredible," Gabriel praised as he scratched between my ears. His other hand held tight to the back of my head, not forcing me to take him balls deep but neither did it let me back away an inch. "Please Alain, don't stop."

His balls were heavy and thick against the palm of my hand, and so sensitive for the poor wolf that he practically melted under the slightest bit of attention that I gave them. I rewarded his praise by rolling my tongue around the head of his cock, cleaning him up of all that delicious precum and while swallowing whatever else he gave me.

Gabriel bucked his hips against my hand and pressed himself into my snout. I gave him some resistance at first, teasing him as I tightened my lips around his head and flicked my tongue against his urethra before finally opening up and swallowing him whole in one smooth thrust that had my tongue dragging hard against the underside of his length as he gasped and moaned and drove himself further toward my throat.

I gagged and swallowed and slobbered all over his cock. Between my own legs my body begged for attention as I throbbed and ached, hard against my pants and leaking not unlike he was, but this was about him. The raw thrill I felt as his balls pushed up against my chin while my nose was smothered against his groin was unrivalled. I would have lived happy if I'd spent the rest of my life on my knees for him.

"My perfect boy!" he groaned between breaths as I dragged away from his cock until only the head was once again parting my lips to vigorously stroke his spit-coated length. "Mmf... that's it. Just like that! Suck on it. P-Please..."

Then I popped off his dick with a satisfied, "Ahhh!" Strings of spittle connecting me to his turgid length, so angry and erect, demanding to be sheathed back in the warm depths of my maw. The poor wolf whimpered overhead and humped against my lips. "Oh, someone wants more?"

His whining and whimpering grew louder but he offered no resistance as I dragged my tongue across the length of his shaft rather than swallowing him whole once more. My prize now were the two orbs hanging heavy between his thighs, so wonderfully rich with his musk that I nearly swooned with every breath I took. They begged for attention and demanded praise - I was more than willing to give it.

"Gods!" was the only exclamation Gabriel could muster as I carefully yet deliberately swallowed his balls whole, waiting a moment or two for him to really experience the warm feeling of them being fully wrapped up in the warm and wet embrace of my mouth before finally fondling them with the full length of my tongue.

I was careful, but I wasn't gentle. This was one of Gabriel's buttons and a particularly sensitive pair of them at that. The way his cock smacked between my ears with heavy desperate throbs was proof enough, which was nothing to say of the now steady stream of thickening precum that he showered me with.

I wanted him to cum, and I wanted him to cum hard. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his seed and then paint my face so thoroughly that it'd be matted to my fur for the rest of my life. When I closed my eyes I could only see the images of it - his throbbing cock and clenching balls and the powerful jets of his messy orgasms. I wanted him to cum so hard that he wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it in the presence of his captain.

The pressure of my cheeks against his balls made him tremble whenever I swallowed. They clenched and throbbed with the steady beat of his twitching cock and I adored it. I took a deep, dizzying breath of his scent and gave the orbs one last thorough licking before finally allowing them a gasp of fresh air so I could plant the head of his cock between my lips for the last time.

All it took was a look as I glanced up at my wolf through my lashes before mewling out a desperate moan. 'Give it all to me', it said. 'I need it now.'

I held his cock with both my hands and felt it swell within my grip. With tightened lips, I cradled his head against a curled tongue just as the first squirt of his cum slammed against the back of my throat.

"Swallow it!" he ordered with a steady growl and an underscored whine, and I tried. Gods I tried, but the second load had already sprayed against the back of my tongue just as I swallowed down the first. Then came the third, gushing thick and heavy across my tongue, pooling and overflowing a little past my sealed lips as the fourth painted the roof of my mouth and desecrated the inside of my cheeks.

Gabriel's balls clenched with the same intensity as the throbbing of his cock. His entire body was working to thoroughly mark the inside of my mouth as his own and I loved it. It was exactly what I'd wanted - what I needed more than anything else in the world: a hard and drawn-out orgasm that would have left me satisfied for the rest of the day.

I stopped counting the loads he'd fed me when I sat back, mouth agape so my wolf could see how thoroughly he'd creamed me. It didn't stop either. Whimpered moans escaped me as he came across my face, leaving his cum smeared against my nostrils, over my eyes, and messily dribbling just past my chin. Gabriel didn't stop until I was thoroughly saturated with his seed.

Just how I needed it.

His heavy breathing slowed and his eyes refocused on me as if to take inventory of the mess he'd made. Mouth still agape, I gave him the best smile I could and made him watch as I swallowed his gift down to the last drop.

"My sweet hyena," were his few words of awkward praise as he staggered back to a nearby dining chair to sit, think, and observe. There was love and pride in his eyes, all mixed with a healthy dose of his burning blush that just made me want to curl the larger wolf up in my lap and kiss him for the rest of the day.

If only we had that much time.

I sluggishly wiped some of his cum from my eyes with the back of my hand and lapped it up. The only words I could muster were, "I love you," as I finally made it up on my own two feet.

"I love you too, Alain."

"Here, let me help." I walked up to my wolf, refraining from falling to temptation and planting a gentle kiss on the side of his cheek because I knew he needed to be immaculate for Rainhart. Still, I carefully helped him button up his pants and said, "Good as new."

"Thank you, love."

"Thank you! Now get going. Don't want you to be late. Oh, and Gabriel?"

"Yes, love?"

"Please be careful out there."

He smiled, nodded, and replied with a simple, "Always," as I watched him leave.

***

I'd only met Captain Rainhart once before, but my impression of her was the natural embodiment of her country's inclination for strength, honour, and war. She was a small jackal - smaller than I was - lithe in build but strong and with the kind of presence that would easily command the room. She was also a woman of few words and no smiles; my brief introduction to her was as awkward as it was terrifying.

So finding her at the doorstep of my home alongside Gabriel was the last thing I could have ever prepared for, and the shock was clearly evident in my eyes as my wolf nervously smiled down.

"Captain Rainhart," Gabriel began as she took one confident step toward me, her yellow eyes fixed to mine, the expression on her face as solid as stone, "this is Alain - my mate."

Should I shake her hand? Bow? Greet her like I would a friend?

She gave me no indication, didn't so much as move a muscle. That perfectly poised posture made her seem like a marble statue chiselled to an obsessive precision. I quickly glanced up at Gabriel, who stood behind her now and was nervously fidgeting with his hands, but all he did was give me a quick nod of his head as if to tell me, 'Well, go on!'

"Captain," I mumbled before swallowing down saliva and clearing my throat. My voice came clearer then; "it is an unexpected honour to have you visit. Uhm..." I bowed slightly; shaking her hand did not feel like the right thing to do. "... to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Her breathing was slow, steady, quiet. She barely even blinked. But then I finally caught the slight swish of her sandy tail just behind her legs, the briefest of flicks from left to right before she stilled it with conscious effort.

Now it was she who had cleared her throat. Her body tightened up a little and her jaw seemed to steel itself for a punch that never came. This was not her comfort zone and yet when she spoke it was with all the unwavering confidence and command of a woman in her position of power. Her voice bid me to focus on everything she'd ever have to say.

"As I understand it from Commander Benoit, you have recently..." She stopped entirely and looked me over once more. In the presence of the two of them, with their immaculate black uniforms decorated with their medals, I felt severely underdressed; "... earned the privilege of citizenship for our fine nation. He informed me that you excelled at every one of our naturalisation exams. A commendable achievement."

"That... Thank you, m'am." I glanced up at Gabriel again - he was all smiles. Something tight and hard formed inside my throat. It made it hard to speak or breathe. "In all honesty, I feel like I did as well as the rest of my group."

"No. I took it upon myself to corroborate the story so I will say it again: you performed far beyond the expectations of any of our instructors and set a bar of excellence future generations should strive to achieve. For this, among other things, I asked Commander Benoit to allow me the opportunity to personally congratulate you. You have more than earned the right to be called a citizen."

I bowed once more, lower this time, and barely caught the hint of a smile on her thin snout. "Thank you again, m'am. You're too kind."

"May I come in?"

Gabriel was the first to speak, some small excitement in his voice now that the introductions were out of the way. Had he planned all this? "Please Captain, make yourself comfortable."

"And please excuse the mess," I added while stepping aside and casting a glance back into our home. "Gabriel did not warn me of your visit."

"Nor would he have been able to," Rainhart remarked as she stepped inside with Gabriel in tow. My wolf looked down at me and quickly gave my hand the smallest squeeze. "It was a last minute decision on my part - Commander Benoit was accommodating of my request. I hope I am not intruding."

"Absolutely not!" I replied as she took a seat at our dining table. "Like Gabriel said, please make yourself comfortable."

"I promise to make this visit brief. There is just one matter I wish to discuss. See as things stand, your newfound citizenship now affords you certain privileges, chief among them being employment in a more official capacity. You were informed of this on the days leading up to your graduation, correct?"

I nodded. Myself and Gabriel now sat opposite of her.

"Good. Commander Benoit also informed me that you planned on taking advantage of this opportunity. Is that correct?"

Gabriel's hand landed on my thigh. He gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"That's right, Captain Rainhart."

"Jacqueline will do - Now, as you know the application process is rather long and arduous, and we cannot really guarantee where you will end up placed. Or with whom, for that matter. In my opinion, it would be a waste not putting you to work immediately, so I have a solution for that. Commander Benoit?"

"Captain Rainhart thought it best if you... worked for her directly." I could feel her eyes on me as I looked up at my mate. "Skip the bureaucratic red tape - you'd be earning benefits of the state almost immediately, as you should."

"So this is a... job offer?"

Jacqueline Rainhart sat up a little straighter. She set her hands on the table and dragged her claws along the oak. "The only one you will get from me, and the only one that you will get tonight. Otherwise..."

"It could take months," Gabriel added moments after, "even years. Someone like you shouldn't be stuck waiting on approvals and background checks when we already know you're good to work."

"Right... With all due respect, uhm, Jacqueline?" She nodded. "I'm not a military man."

"I am not asking you to be one. Fighting, training - that's all well and good, but for my purposes I will not need you doing any of those things. The closest you will get to our military disciplines are the expectations I will have for you, and I expect you to excel at every one of them."

She spoke as if I'd already agreed to the job, like the word 'No' wasn't an option.

"Of course," Jacqueline added after a moment's pause, finally sitting back with one slender leg crossed over the other. She almost looked relaxed; "your unconditional and unwavering loyalty to my every order is to be expected. One misstep, or a single shred of hesitation, and our arrangement is done."

Gabriel's hand slid down my thigh. He rubbed it back and forth. 'It's going to be okay. Deep breath. She wants you.' His smile was all I needed to feel like I had some control over myself. "I assured Captain Rainhart that you wouldn't disappoint."

"But why me?" I asked her, the only real burning question I couldn't let go of. "There's a thousand others-"

"Because you are one in a thousand, and more than adequate for my purposes if you are half the man that Commander Benoit and your examination reports say you are." I finally caught the hint of a frown - even that held a sort of regal elegance to it. Had I upset her with my question? "Anything else you want to ask me?"

"N-No, m'am. Jacqueline. Everything seems pretty straight forward."

Gabriel chimed in, his voice a low and comfortable rumble against my ear: "Take the job, love. You won't get another shot like this for years."

"Are the stipulations of my offer agreeable to you? They are non-negotiable, but like Commander Benoit said, you will not get an offer better than this for a very long time."

Gabriel trusted her with his life. Why should I doubt her - why should I doubt him?

"I just wish you'd given me a little more warning. Time to think? Look over the contract? But... I do have to make a decision tonight, right?"

"Now," Jacqueline Rainhart corrected, "if you would."

Gabriel nodded, a small smile spread across his snout. He wanted me to do it. This would help us. Isn't this what I'd worked so hard to achieve?

"Well then I don't see why not. I'll do it."

Jacqueline leaned forward, her sharp claws clicking away at the dining table. Predatory eyes didn't so much as waver from mine. Suddenly I felt small in her presence.

"Good - The physical contract will be drafted in the morning for you to sign, so a verbal agreement will have to do in the meanwhile. Understand that they are both equally binding. That being said," her shoulders slumped for a moment. The smallest of smiles finally revealed itself; "I am satisfied with your decision, although I did not doubt that you would make the right choice."

"M'am?"

"You are a smart hyena. Is that not right, Commander Benoit?"

Gabriel turned his eyes away and awkwardly stumbled through his words of affirmation. "Of course, Captain."

"Now that business is concluded, will you indulge me?" She was addressing me again. 'Business is concluded' but her voice still carried such a commanding tone. "A test, if you will, of your loyalty and obedience. I have to make sure that you are willing to do anything and everything, as discussed."

"O-Of course."

"Good. Now, kiss him." She flicked her gaze at my wolf. "And make it worth my time."

"Captain...?" Gabriel's voice was stilled by an icy stare that was quickly redirected back at me.

So she knew of our relationship. The request was simple enough, if a little odd. Just a kiss, right?

Gabriel's fingers pressed against my thigh as I turned to him and asked, "Is this okay?"

"As long as it's okay with you," he replied, his hand instinctively sliding up my leg as we leaned into another. I was so acutely aware of Jacqueline's eyes on us - on me - but for a few seconds I couldn't bring myself to care. After all, I could never really pass up an opportunity to kiss my wolf.

He parted his lips for me; I felt him holding back a moan as he accepted my tongue inside his maw. He gently rubbed his tongue against my own as his hand found itself rubbing up between my legs, teasing me just enough that I was already feeling that familiar twitch of excitement. Gabriel's other hand caressed the side of my cheek as his tongue wrapped around mine and held it down to massage and savour and nearly swallow it whole.

"That's good," Jacqueline spoke without a hitch to her voice as Gabriel and I parted from one another. I couldn't help but pant a little - his hand continued to rub against my growing erection just beneath the table. "Obedient, quick to act. But how loyal are you?"

Jacqueline pointed to our right and I realised, with something of a sinking feeling in my heart, that her little 'test' was far from over.

"Against the wall, Alain. Now."

"Captain Rainhart," Gabriel began to protest, but I watched him visibly deflate when she shot him another icy stare.

"Commander Benoit, whatever you have to say I need you to swallow it down and keep quiet. At any rate, you will not be complaining soon enough."

I stood slowly - she seemed satisfied with my response. "It's okay, love. It's just a test."

"Believe me when I say that I have your best interests at heart, but first I need to know that you will do as I say." Jacqueline pointed with a slight nudge of her slender finger. "Against the wall."

"Like this?" I asked her as I rested up against it. I didn't know what to do with my hands - I didn't know what to do with myself with how she stared at me.

"Turn." I did as she ordered. "Hands against the wall." Her words were like poison. What kind of job had I signed myself into? "Spread your legs... arch your back. There, just like that. Commander Benoit?"

"C-Captain?" I glanced back over my shoulder. Gabriel nervously fidgeted where he sat. He could hardly keep his eyes off of me.

"What do you think of this?" She pointed at me, my body, the position with which I was presenting myself to them. "And please, refrain from any lies. The two of us already know how awful a liar you are."

I felt vulnerable in this position, and so unnecessarily exposed, yet I couldn't find it in myself to argue or complain. Especially when I glanced back and saw that hungry look in Gabriel's nervous eyes as they flitted back and forth from me to Jacqueline, and then back at myself. Without a word I raised my tail and slowly swayed my hips - an invitation.

"He's beautiful," Gabriel murmured, and my heart swelled. His involuntary smile made this all feel okay.

"Do you want him, Commander Benoit?"

I turned my head back to the wall and breathed. My heart was about to burst. The room was so suddenly hot.

"I do," he replied with a growl.

Jacqueline Rainhart's amused huff made me glance back at her. She'd shifted where she sat, turned now to face me directly. Her left arm was hooked against the table and her chin rested comfortably against the upturned palm of her hand; her right arm lounged across the backrest of her chair. She both barely resembled the woman that'd walked through my front door but so readily embodied her as well.

"Then take him," she said without sparing a glance at my wolf's direction.

He stood with uncertainty, walked over to me cautiously, but when his hands gripped my hips it was with a deliberate and practised confidence that drew a low whining moan out of me. His low, husky voice trembled nervously, but the words he spoke were the sweetest nectar:

"You're stunning, love." His eyes devoured me. Those hands slid around my hips and started fumbling with the buttons of my pants. "I've been thinking of you since this morning."

"Oh yeah?" I whimpered back as my pants dropped below my knees and his hands found their place on my groin. They were large and rough but Gabriel had such a gentle, tender touch that I hardly felt the calluses on his fingers as he cupped my balls and gently stroked my cock. "Gods, Gabriel... that feels good."

"That look on your face this morning," he continued, his voice burning deep into my head as he gave my balls the lightest tug, "while you choked on my cum made me want to fuck you right then and there. I wanted you so badly."

"Well I hope you still do because I'm ready." He pressed in against my bare ass and I felt the strain of his cock against his pants, so eager now to rub between my cheeks and spread me wide. "Don't stop until you're balls deep and - ah! Gods, yes!"

Gabriel pressed the flat end of his tongue right up against my asshole and massaged me open until the tip of his tongue finally penetrated me. I clenched hard for him and bucked back against his snout as that hot, wet, writhing muscle explored deeper into my insides. The way he breathed against my ass as he explored every inch like it was his first time drove all forms of thought from my head beside the primal desire for him to rail me against this wall.

Pressure built with every heavy stroke of his tongue but the wolf stopped just short of what felt like the trickle of an orgasm. His tongue snaked out of my ass, leaving me with just a single parting lick and that terribly cold, empty feeling.

In the time it took for Gabriel to line himself up against my entrance I caught the slightest huff from somewhere behind us. It was Jacqueline, her breathing had grown sporadic and shallow. I couldn't look back at her but I could almost feel the way she carefully observed the two of us. I could almost taste the excitement she secreted.

"Stop teasing me," I moaned back at Gabriel as he pressed his dick against my hole, not quite penetrating me yet but just barely spreading me open as well. I could feel him twitching with anticipation as he slowly rubbed himself up against me. "Please, love... Just push it in already and fuck me."

"Easy," he commanded with such a steadying voice as a hand came across my lower back to firmly hold me in place against the wall. "Hold still and just enjoy it."

"Mmph... fuck, please Gabriel."

"There, that's it." His hips moved an inch - he finally started to penetrate me. Muscles clenched hard at his entrance, grinding down against the top of his head. I felt his precum gushing into my ass. "Keep begging."

"Just fuck me!" I tried to push back against him but his hold on me tightened. My own dick felt like it was about to burst from how hard it throbbed between my legs. Little dribbles of precum - far cries from the copious amounts Gabriel produced - pooled between my feet. "D-Do it like you always do. Please. I can't take it-"

My asshole stretched around his crown as he shoved in little by little, forcing the air out of my lungs and leaving no words left to be said. All that saliva he'd stuffed me with was just barely enough lubrication for him to split me in half and drive in as deep as he wanted without really sacrificing the friction that made every inch of him feel so absolutely overwhelming.

I drooled as his name escaped my lips, slobbering all over myself like a common cock-hungry whore just as he hilted himself against my ass. My tail swatted against his stomach; his balls clenched and churned right below my asshole. The hand that's been holding tight to my lower back suddenly wrapped hard around the base of my tail and with it he dragged me back against his body with a force that nearly ripped me from the wall.

"T-Thats it!" I huffed as he throbbed against my prostate, the weight of his shaft smothering it down against my body. "You're so good to me. You're s-so fucking good to me."

Panting, not from my mate who'd leaned into me to lick up along my spine, but from his captain. She couldn't take her eyes away nor could she keep her hands steady. Above the heat and sex and the white noise of pleasure in my head I could hear that click... click... click... of her small sharp claws as they beat against our dining table.

I rolled my hips back against Gabriel and once more slobbered all over myself as he began rocking back and forth against me. His shallow and steady thrusts were divine, and the way those swollen balls of his pressed up against my own felt so...

... it was spectacular. My whole body buzzed in delight as he stroked the base of my tail while using it to slam me back against him. His steady rhythm felt like it had no end in sight, like he could have fucked me through the rest of the night if he'd so desired. I wouldn't have argued, wouldn't have fought it. If he wanted me planted against his wall so he could drive that incredible cock into my greedy ass for hours, then that's exactly where I'll be.

And if that's what Jacqueline wanted out of me, then who was I to argue as well? I couldn't deny that feeling in my heart that wanted to prove itself to her as badly as it wanted to pleasure my mate.

My mate whose own drool I could feel splattering across my back as he grunted hard and rutted into me with a ferocious fervour he hadn't had before. In, and out... the steady beat of his heart made his cock jump against my inner walls as they squeezed around and milked him for every drop of cum he could offer me.

I needed him to fill out my insides and make a mess of them like he had my throat this morning, to plant that searing load so far up my guts that I would feel it in my stomach and stuff me with so much of it that I wouldn't be able to stop it from leaking out between my legs.

"C-Cum for me," I begged him as he grabbed tight to my hips and really slammed against my ass. He didn't care about rhythm or passion, nor did he have any intention of drawing this out any longer than it had to. All Gabriel wanted - all that my dear, sweet, beautiful wolf needed - was to chase the high of an orgasm with animalistic lust.

And with a desperate howl he finally came, the first of his loads striking so deep inside me that the full length of his cock swelled up and throbbed against every inch of my ass. Those plump balls steadily pulsed his desire deeper into me and, for a moment, he finally stopped humping against my ass to breathe and shower me with praise and admiration.

How much he fucking loved me, yet all I could do was grunt and moan his name as I struggled to form any thought into coherent words. Not with how sharply I was focused on him still pumping thick, hot cum into my guts.

"Good boy," Gabriel whispered as he slowly eased back, allowing the last of his orgasm to fill the brim of my asshole just before he popped out of me. "Gods, I love you so much." He held me tight in his arms; I could barely stand on my own two legs any longer.

"I love you too," I whimpered into him as he turned me around, pushed me up against the wall, and shoved his tongue to the back of my throat. I barely even had the energy now to really wrestle with it, so I just accepted what he offered and slowly dragged my tongue back and forth against his while swallowing down the occasional gag. I couldn't even focus on the dribbling heat running down my thighs.

"Ahem."

And in an instant he stood at attention, his hands still on me but his ears falling so flat over his head they practically disappeared. I leaned up and kissed the side of Gabriel's cheek - his blush was steady and strong. My sweet boy.

"Captain Rainhart! I... uhm..."

"Performed admirably, Commander Benoit." I glanced around my mate's body to look at her. Her uniform wasn't exactly in a state of disarray, but it was odd seeing it even slightly out-of-place with how careful she seemed about her appearances. It was just like her voice now actually, just slightly wrinkled but still managing to mask itself as anything but. "As did your mate. Alain?"

"Y-Yes, Jacqueline?" I couldn't help myself either. When she spoke to me I stood a little straighter.

"Get some rest. I'll be expecting you in the officer's barracks at first light. Commander Benoit can show you the way."

There it was, the smallest hint of a melancholic smile. It brightened the sadness in her yellow eyes.

Jacqueline Rainhart left us without another word, only sparing a glance back to look at me and the wolf who still stood at attention, his eyes nervously planted on the wall. We were alone again - just the two of us.

"Gabriel?"

"Y-Yes, love?" His hands carefully pulled me back and guided me to a chair. He was already looking for a towel that I could clean myself with.

"Did all that really just happen? With your captain watching...?"

He paused for a moment to stare out the kitchen window. He must have been watching her leave.

"It did. She's never - I mean, I didn't think she would..." He was at a loss of words.

"Is she okay?"

He sighed and came back to me, planting a gentle kiss between my ears. "She's fine, love. Come on, let's get you to bed."