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It was time for some preliminary colour and Ana could sense that Timeo seemed not only warmer to the idea of this whole thing, he was a little excited by it.

It wasn’t a feeling she’d had from many who took getting a picture done as a matter of course, especially as many of them were a station or two higher than she. It always seemed to be a formality rather than anything else.

For him, it was something new. It seemed that it was something he’d never been asked to do before and he had been somewhat reluctant but at the same time incredibly curious. He’d probably wondered who’d want to see a picture of him in the first place.

It was a few days into that week she knew for sure she’d still have him with her so she hadn’t wasted time. On the table beside her, her mixing palette was set up and she’d brought out the pigments in various shades of blue, white, black and brown. There were some others for variety but those were her principal ones.

‘I have to admit. I don’t quite know how you have the patience for that.’ Timeo scratched his nose at an inconvenient itch then put his arm back.

‘How do you have the patience to lie so still when you have your targets?’ Ana swept the brush over the canvas, daubing swatch after swatch, looking up every so often.

‘Ah. Good one.’ He chuckled. ‘I tried drawing once. As a boy, I’d draw on whatever paper I had, draw the others with me, the older boys, even the horses. Chicken scratch. Mere chicken scratch but it passed the time.’

‘Different skills and sometimes, ones you have to force yourself to make time for.’ She paused, watching him curiously.

The past few days had been pleasant. Well, more than that. But one thing she'd noticed was how bright he looked now compared to the first week, even the first day. She wondered if anyone else saw it. ‘Chicken scratch is still art. I heard they’ve found caves with very old art now. Even some on old books they keep in the libraries. Do you still have it?’

‘Hah! No. Ended up using it as kindling. It was better to stay warm. Besides, it isn’t a patch on what you’re doing right now.’

It had all felt like a dream at times. These past few days had been nothing but working and it was with little hope of being able to snag him for a more in depth session that they’d had in the library. It had felt like the main thing she thought about when it wasn’t about the painting itself.

It wasn’t as if they didn’t get some time to indulge the passion from that evening. It was never full on, not like then. It still felt, in a sense, forbidden. Not locking the door made it somehow more exciting.

Two days before, she’d caved. She’d wanted to feel the cock harden and form from the sheath and he’d readily let her.

‘All yours,’ he’d rumbled before her paws had worked the fluffy sheath and balls free within seconds of his assent. It had always been one of her favourite parts of any foreplay and Dag was especially vocal when her paws worked effortlessly. It was often a struggle to keep him quiet if they’d opted for it in a setting other than their home.

Timeo had no such issues there. He’d leaned his head back, muzzle parted as his breathing became heavy. Within seconds, the broad and barbed head of his cock had appeared and soon followed by the remaining inches that had felt so good inside.

She’d wanted to linger on this moment, watching his face as his pleasure made itself known with huffed breath, low growls and whimpers, that constant purr. From down here, on her knees and looking up at him along his chest, he had appeared so very very needy and ready for her to do as she wanted, a contrast to Dag’s usually more dominant stance. Her light touch at the tip then swirling her finger around it had made him squirm visibly in the seat.

Then she could wait no longer. Her muzzle took him in, the barbs tickling her tongue, the roof of her mouth. By a cautious reckoning, she had maybe a few minutes. Not long enough to really take in every twitch of his body, every roll of his hips to her muzzle. So it was urgent, it was brief. With a low whine, Timeo’s eyes shut tight as he filled her muzzle with thick ropes of his seed.

Either he’d had good timing or they were getting accomplished at doing what they had to quickly, but a few minutes later they might have been discovered.

There’d been a sudden flurry of activity outside and it was just in time they looked decent before someone had come in to see if she’d be able to assist with some household maintenance. Her household was not very large at all out of necessity and more often than not, she was hands-on with anything the house needed.

Timeo had left graciously, even if with a knowing look, and Ana had let him go.

Today was a repeat but this time there’d been little to announce their surprise guest. They’d had all of two minutes after another turn of making sure Timeo’s balls were drained and she was still surprised at how quickly he could make it as though nothing had happened.

A courier had arrived and knocked smartly on the door. The scene that greeted him was Ana at the easel and Timeo adjusting the coat as their most recent conversation went as follows.

‘There’s blue in this?’ Timeo queried with some forced casualness, turning his great coat this way and that, ears flicking curiously as the tufts swayed.

‘Oh yes. Blue-grey if you see closely.’ She saw the courier, subconsciously flicking her tongue out to the side of her mouth in case any fluids still lingered. ‘Oh, right! Is this for me or my guest?’

A nod to Timeo. The feline nodded and took the missive. ‘Thank you,’ he said tersely and the courier left.

The atmosphere changed. It had felt akin to electricity, the sort of feeling you got after a storm passed when it was calm but just moments before it had been a burst of excitement. She had, after all, helped to relieve him of any need for maybe the next few hours. But the moment he read what was inside, it felt tense. All he did was simply nod and put the note inside away then tuck the envelope into a pocket.

‘I have four days.’ He turned to her. ‘Then I have to go. I should be back in two weeks.’ His tone suggested that even if he were paid to stay put, whatever it had said was far more important.

Ana could only nod as a knot of anxiety formed in her throat. ‘It’s long enough. A few days more and you’ll at least see some progress. And you did say you’d come back.’ She almost said: ‘You come back alive. That's what you said in the library. Right?’ She didn’t though. Her wavering voice seemed to be enough that the sentiment made itself known.

Timeo reached out and held her paw gently. ‘Ana, I always come back.’ He offered her a reassuring smile as both ends of the fluffy white moustache curled upwards. ‘But I appreciate the concern.’

She didn’t move her paw from his but for some impulsive reason, she decided to ask what was on her mind anyway. ‘Can you visit later? Tonight, I mean.’ The words tumbled out in case she was worried she’d forget what to say. ‘I’d appreciate the company and it’ll be something nice before you go.’

He tilted his head to the side as if giving this due consideration. Then he nodded.

To anyone listening, it had just gone very quiet then the door opened and Timeo left, looking somewhat purposeful.

It had been arranged then.

Timeo wouldn’t spend the night per se, but he’d be back around and not a moment too soon.

Ana’s work was not done though. Picking up the brush, she began to daub the canvas with what colour she recalled the coat had been to distract her racing thoughts.

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‘So how is he?’

Hilde’s visits were not entirely unexpected. If you knew what to listen out for, with such lines as ‘I might pop in later, just to catch up, you know?’ then you could alert the kitchen staff to the real possibility of her turning up in a few days. While it was impolite to not offer some sort of refreshment, it was much more a slight to Hilde and so Ana had learned to always be prepared.

Besides this quirk of her personality, Hilde was a woman very much like Ana. Both of middling origin, both had fathers engaged in the trade business and had married into a higher station to diplomats.

Unlike her however, Hilde chose to often travel with him. The only times she didn’t find herself at Franz’s side was when he had to go to those meetings, or when it was deemed too risky to take partners.

It was late afternoon and still light. Ana hadn’t felt like too much to eat after today, so much of the smorgasbord was left to the red tailed hawk who eagerly partook of it.

‘Last letter Dag sent indicated he was frustrated.’ Ana kept quiet about why. To be the partner of a diplomat was to have some discretion, at the bare minimum. Marielle would have failed and caused several international scandals. ‘But he is going to be back in about a week. He sounded relieved.’

Hilde nodded. ‘It’s an…’ She paused while finding her words. ‘I don’t want to say too much, you know how it is. But these days, my home country is so tense.’

‘It always sounds like it.’ Ana nodded, trying to stay focussed. Hilde was Danish-German so she had two quarrelsome countries to think about. ‘I do miss him. But it has been nice without him in the way for my latest commission.’

Another sage nod from her friend. Ana noticed almost all the refreshments on offer had been neatly devoured.

It was that unspoken agreement that said as agreeable as their husbands were, and both counted themselves very lucky in this day and age, sometimes they just got in the way. You had to give them something to do at times.

Of course, that had sometimes veered into territory she’d explored not too long ago with Timeo. For indeed, both Hilde and her husband Franz had been one of the few couples that both she and Dag had gotten to know very intimately indeed. When you kept a tight lid on your personal life elsewhere, it paid to have those involved who had equal vested interest in the same.

‘So who is it this time?’ The hawk enquired, spotting Ana was looking distracted with a wry smirk. ‘A handsome one no doubt? Or a pretty one? I’m not going to judge.’

Her tone was enough to draw Ana out of her reverie. ‘Oh, well, I, er, suppose…’ She felt her cheeks go warm. ‘Sorry. I was a bit distracted. It’s been a bit busy the past few days.’

‘Not something to apologise for.’ Hilde chuckled again. ‘I had noticed you seemed a little preoccupied. Is it anything serious?’

‘Serious? No.’ Ana shook her head. ‘I’m having to manage the house for when Dag is back and doing that, along with the commission, is a drain. I’m surprised you didn’t know though. Everyone around me was asking me about him the moment I was told. This one is Timeo Ericsson.’

At this Hilde’s expression did not change but her look seemed to convey some sense of knowing and amusement. ‘Oh I see. Him. Well, well, I can see one reason you may be distracted.’

Ana’s tail coiled about her leg as it did when she was worried. She’d been so good at hiding it. She’d even held off doing too much, even though Timeo’s little winks and inviting smiles had made that difficult. Her relief was immeasurable when Hilde began talking again.

‘He’s quite handsome. I’ve always liked that sort of look in a gentleman. Refined but not too refined, somewhat out of step with the times.’ Hilde went on. ‘Pity he never managed to quite ascend the ranks. He’d be a fine senior officer.’

‘He never had interest.’ Ana relaxed. ‘He said he couldn’t get the hang of command.’

What he’d actually said, and it had amused her, had been: ‘I’d take the Devil over any of them, any day of the week, and that's a fact.’ She may not have known too much about military affairs but she did know many in charge had not got there through hard work, or starting where he had. It was something not so common now, yet happily promoted in England still.

Hilde shrugged, her impressive bosom moving with her. She was a large woman and revelled in it. Ana’s eyes quickly caught the movement and gave it full appreciation for that moment.

‘His choice. He’s the sort Franz hates though. They do something, change the world with a bullet and then he has to deal with the mess. Soldiers are not diplomats, he says. So why we treat them as though they’re on that level, he never quite understands.’ Her hands waved idly as she talked. ‘Then there’s his other reputation.’

There was a look of mischief in those golden eyes now. She leaned in a little. ‘Has he…?’

‘No.’ That hadn’t taken long, had it? ‘No. In fact he was rather rude for a few days. He apologised and he’s been one of my most patient sitters since.’ Ana smiled. It was true but it hid so many omissions. ‘I had expected him to be coarse, and he is. But that’s to be expected.’

Hilde had seemed amused by this but didn’t pry.

The rest of that time passed mercifully quickly and when the hawk was ready to go, she leaned in almost conspiratorially. ‘I wouldn’t blame you, you know. If you did, I mean. You might just have to give him a nudge though. Just a hint.’

And then she was gone, without a hint of judgement.

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It was a warmer night tonight. The bedwarmer was still called into service though and once the sheets were warm enough, she removed it with care.

This was it. Stig had known not to accompany her tonight. The equine had simply nodded then grinned his encouragement.

Ana combed the hair around her rounded feline ears. This was the fifth time. Her tail flicked nervously.

What had made her ask if he could come by that evening? Was it the anxiety of him leaving? Come to think of it, she wasn’t sure why her turnaround on him had been so quick. He had been rude and it had almost been enough to put her off him. Rudeness was not something she tolerated, even if it came from someone with good looks and charm.

But Timeo… Oh, he was different. For one thing he’d said sorry. And he had lived up to his apology by being extremely patient and genuinely being one of her best portrait subjects. He was funny. He was smart in his way. She’d even admit that while he was coarse, she actually liked that about him.

Oh, it could all be fake. He could just be doing it for seduction. There again, she felt she’d have known. Everything with him seemed genuine. When she’d been thinking about it, and not just daydreaming about the pleasure to come, when she’d really had time to think about it, there was an edge of sadness and regret that had laced some of his words. She’d found herself wondering if anyone else had noticed.

Besides, there was one other consideration, one that despite best efforts of certain religious denominations, was far from shameful: she’d craved the feline again and this time wanted it to last a little longer before he had to go.

There was a sound outside. The main bedroom was one floor up and it had a balcony. It was a sizable balcony too, with space enough to walk and be seated at a small table. She sometimes did so and had painted quite a few sunsets from there.

This was claws scraping on stone. This was someone trying not to be detected but finding the angle of the balcony contentious. Ana sat upright quickly at the sound then hid behind the curtain as an instinctive fear reaction made her tail puff up.

When long blue ears and then the concentrated face of Timeo peered over, her tail relaxed. She sighed and opened the doors to the balcony.

‘When I said you could come by-’ She hissed in exasperation. ‘Why this way?’

Timeo landed on the balcony and sheathed his claws. ‘Because I wanted to get in somehow. I hadn’t counted on the angles of entry though.’ He glared over the balcony. ‘Anyway. I tried knocking but no one came to the back entrance. So here I am.’

Ah. Ana made a mental note to talk to Stig about that in the morning. He had been supposed to let Timeo in.

‘You climb many balconies?’ Now the brief panic was over, her voice was tinged with amusement.

‘More than I care to count. Do thin ledges on walls count?’ He closed the doors behind them and shed the thick greatcoat.

The way he’d said it made her giggle. It reminded her of the feral cats who patrolled the streets at night and especially the bigger tomcats who’d, rumour said, wander the whole city and climb just about anything to get to females in heat. To be honest, Timeo was not far off that, even if he stood on two legs and projected a thin veneer of civility. ‘Just how eager were you for that?’

He smirked. ‘At that point, when I was younger, I’d have climbed out of Hell for a chance to fuck someone until they couldn’t walk. It was… yes, it was an interesting time.’

That thin veneer of civility didn’t take long to drop. Ana had been holding onto hers but that too was flimsy as the nightgown she was wearing, or as paperthin as her own sexual morality.

Her paws found his and she guided him to the freshly warmed sheets, allowing him to sit before leaning forward to kiss him with raw urgency. He didn’t refuse, meeting her need with his own. Almost instantly, the purring became audible and after a breathless few moments, they parted.

‘Now who’s eager?’ Timeo’s voice, normally soft and laced with his distinct Gothenburg accent, sounded distinctly huskier now.

‘I was told I should give you a nudge.’

‘Don’t nudge too far. We have all night.’

His thumb traced over the ring. He seemed fixated on it as he let her catch her breath, looking down briefly as he sighted the faint metallic sheen on her finger. ‘I ask for my own benefit, just so I know… Does Dag know?’ His voice seemed to dip quieter as if he was expecting anyone to be listening in. ‘I’m just… wondering.’

He seemed to be excited. His thick tail seemed to twitch and flicker as if channelling his hidden energy. As he asked, his eyes appeared brighter and more animated.

She tried to recall what he’d said. He’d found married couples more fun. That was as far as she’d got before her own urges had led the way. But now they had so much more time, it occurred to her that he liked the element of discovery. He wanted the other to know he was doing this. And he was turned on by it.

She bit her lip.

It wasn’t out of malice either. There was a name for this. Infidelity was one but that wasn't it. That was what he encouraged, but it felt like too spiteful and nasty a word to use.

Cuckolding. That was nearly it but not quite. It might explain why so many didn’t turn him away as expected though.

His thumb ran over the ring as though it were the most fascinating thing in the world. She saw his breathing hitch at every pass of the soft pad over it.

‘... Yes.’ She swallowed as she nodded. Now she could feel the buzz of excitement. ‘I told him. He’ll doubtless get the letter soon but he does know.’ She watched him. His shoulders moved a little more, a sure sign his breathing had hitched again.

He wasn’t the only one getting pleasure from this. She smiled more broadly. ‘I told him everything. We, Dag and I, share most things. That includes things like this.’

Was that a whine she heard? His tail thumped on the bedsheets impatiently.

‘... Everything?’ He managed, not wanting to yet take his paw from hers.

‘Everything.’

It wasn’t the most exciting of foreplay on the outside. If anything, it looked like nothing was going on. They both knew better. Her eyes met his and she saw his excitement, his need to know. This was as much an essential of this evening, as much as the sex was going to be. He needed to know, not so much that he had the go ahead but more that he knew the other would get as much out of it as they both would. And just maybe, they’d learn a little bit more about what made each other tick.

And the truth? She was just as much into this as him. How much better it’d be if Dag had actually been there, listening and watching, being as aroused as the pair on the bed were right now.

‘... I need you out of that, right now.’ Timeo growled, his paws shifting from hers to caress her thighs then pinching the fabric to pull it up. ‘If I wasn’t so restrained, I’d rip it off you right now.’

That growl. It was her turn to whine at the back of her throat. The growl had made its shortcut from her ears to her folds with very little in between. As if on automatic, she helped him, easing it off and over her head, making the start of a mess of her head fur.

His paws felt large against her sides as he took in the nakedness beneath. He’d only felt it briefly on her that first time, felt her distinct lack of undergarments too. That had clued him in that this was a relatively normal occurrence for her and he’d so wished he could have seen it then.

The corset had done much to pinch what it could her in. As she was now, it was far more preferable. He’d always had a fondness for the fuller figure and in his view, if more women paraded their breasts in public, it’d be a better place. Hers were perfect. Just the size for holding, caressing, teasing, putting his head there…

Impatient paws rose along her sides to take hold of them-

‘Ah-ah.’ Ana found her voice and managed a smirk. Her paws held his fast. Hearing him whine in protest almost made her giggle. ‘If I’m naked, you are too. I need you out of all that, right now.’

‘Fine.’ He pouted, which only made it all the more amusing, but he did comply. In fact his disrobing was neater than she would have done it. She would have torn something. As he folded the last of it, his cravat, into the pile, she marvelled quietly at how neat he was.

And now they were both as nude as each other. Her eyes roved over his body from head to toe. He had broad shoulders which the coats he favoured only served to broadcast. The fur on his chest and belly was delightfully fluffy to the eye and a much much lighter shade than the rest of him. His sheath had fully retracted as the full maleness on show twitched and glistened. The barbs that had pleasured her so last time looked inviting.

Ana bit her lip and reached out to try to touch him but Timeo shook his head and took her paw.

‘You serviced me before. Now I get to pay it back.’

It wasn’t just the way he’d said it, with a certainty that he definitely was going to do just that. It was how resolute he looked, looking down with a firm look. She nodded slowly.

‘... Please.’

‘Then I’ll need you further back on the bed, on your back.’ As she did so, he grinned. ‘I’ll give you something to tell him about.’

It was said in international circles that cockiness was not a trait most thought of with Swedes. The opposite was more often true. Timeo had been abroad far more than in his homeland and it was often said he’d picked up continental habits, and not just their languages. If cockiness was one of those, she wished more had it.

She felt the warm pulsing of his cock against her belly as he drew her into a deep heated kiss. It wasn’t what they’d done before, it was so much more primal. She found herself whimpering into it as her paws rose to caress the long silvery white head fur.

Then lower he went. Along her jawline, at her neck, then the collarbone. His teeth nipped with alternate kisses, licks and playful bites. As she reached down to sneakily try to stroke his hardness, she was denied when he moved lower and the pressure on her belly ceased.

‘T-tease…!’ She managed.

Any frustration born of this soon faded away and was replaced by the wet sensation of a graceful tongue over a nipple. Her fingers flexed suddenly in his head fur, claws unsheathed briefly. Her only sound was a sudden gasp as his tongue flicked over it again.

She tried to focus, looking up as she felt his tongue masterfully turn in a way she'd never felt before. It was no good. Every pass of his delightfully talented tongue just made her squirm and arch upwards, head leaning back automatically with a drawn out whimper. It wasn’t helped that both his large paws kneaded her breasts softly, not hard enough to feel discomfort but just enough to add to the sensations making her writhe beneath him.

‘I know.’ His chuckle felt deeper as he moved one paw to caress her side gently, stroking as though soothing her. Looking up, his eyes seemed to radiate some concern. ‘Too much?’

Meeting his gaze, she spoke slowly. Words were there but it was as though it took a trek through mud to get them lined up. ‘N-no. I’ve… I’ve never had that before. Not like that.’

‘Ah.’ He nodded. ‘It’s not an easy trick, I’ll tell you that. But worth learning. I’ll take it easy for this one, give you a chance to get your breath back.’

She was almost relieved. She’d had such moments of blissful high before with others and Dag had his own way of reaching them before he bought her back down. It had felt like electricity and it had been intoxicating.

If anything she wanted more.

Their muzzles met again, this time far more gentle. Such a change from when he’d worked her up nearly enough to peak with no touch-

That had been a diversion. The sneak! A slight chuckle and huff in his breath gave her the first clue that he hadn’t stopped. He’d merely slowed down. It was the feel of his digits at her folds that gave away he hadn’t taunted her enough with his skills.

Her hips bucked upwards to meet the touch. He’d merely touched the outer furred lips, slick with her lubricative juices and need. His paw moved in circular motions, gentle and just firm enough to let her know he intended to keep that up all day if he so chose. Ana gasped into the kiss, one arm stretched out to grip the sheets.

‘D-don’t you dare stop.’ It was her turn to add a growl to her words now.

He wasn’t letting up. Yes, he’d slowed down but now he was building it back up again. It was like a spring and the tension was winding back up.

Oh, but he was good! The stroking had, like the first time they’d done this, resulted in one digit finding its way in. It was all she could do to squeak out in surprise, then grip the sheets tight. A slow back and forth of one finger, then joined by another finger and-

‘O-oh f-fuck!’

That treacherous thumb had found her clit. The pad of his thumb brushed over it lightly as the two fingers inside were squeezed tight. He didn’t stop even as his muzzle leaned to her ear.

‘That good? I bet you want more than that. You just have to tell me. I could just do this, fuck you with my fingers until you’re mine. Or I could show you so many more tricks with my tongue and have you mewl my name as you come. Come on. Just tell Timeo what you want.’

His breathing was heavy. She could tell by his staccato pauses that he was trying to keep control. If the tension in his body right now was any indication, he was holding back so much. She couldn’t help but want him to unleash himself inside her and let them both lose it.

No. They had all night. She knew what she wanted now.

‘L-lick me. Fuck me with your tongue!’ She said quickly, in case she lost this window of opportunity.

‘Good choice.’ His words carried a grin as his fingers withdrew.

It was a brief few seconds as he shuffled down, allowing her moments to catch her breath and release her hold on the back of his head. How she’d held that for this long she had no idea. In the gloom, she heard him lick his lips and sigh. ‘Delicious.’ He’d licked his fingers clean.

Then his arms looped about her legs, lifting her so her hips were slightly elevated. His nose twitched as the inviting scent filled it. ‘All mine’, he growled as seconds later his tongue lapped over the damp fur.

If he’d demonstrated how flexible a tongue could be over her nipple, it was only a small part of what he could do when promising to deliver on a tongue applied to so many more sensitive spots beyond the outer lips presented to him. Starting slow with lapping at the brown fur then as those folds parted, brushing the raspy tongue over the delicate pink they concealed.

He felt a pressure on his head as one paw threaded through his hair. ‘M-more! Deeper!’

Timeo grinned. As her thighs started to squeeze in, while her paw kept him there and tangled in the long silvery white fur, he let his tongue do as she had demanded. Flicking in then out, turning to drag the soft tips of the bristled tongue over any and all spots he could find.

Ana’s fingers gripped his hair tighter. Words had failed her as anything she tried to say was changed to keening mewls and breathless utterances of his name.

Finally her fingers found his long soft ears and gripped them at the base as if to drag him closer. Her thighs closed in as her orgasm closed in suddenly. It made her body tense and arch towards him and her head was thrown back with a keening and wordless yowl, her ears pinned back to her head.

For those earth-shattering few seconds, her body quivered. A few slower rolls of her hips to his muzzle then that too stopped.

Timeo had borne the brunt of that, as he’d expected. The tug on his ears hadn’t hurt, not from that angle. He’d felt her oncoming orgasm not a few seconds later on his tongue and the resulting fluids and coated his tongue and clung to his moustache and goatee. His nose was filled with the bouquet of her arousal.

The chance to breathe though. Oh, he loved making women come harder than they had previously, yes. But he liked to breathe too.

He sat up, leaning on his haunches between her legs as he licked his lips. One white-tipped paw reached out to stroke her leg gently, pausing when he saw her flinch briefly. ‘You’re good?’

The reply was a slow nod.

‘Good. I’ll get cleaned up. Won’t be long.’

Most houses like this had a jug of water or something in case. Usually in case of a drink in the night if the throat was dry. Some houses he’d been in, it was wine. As much as he liked alcohol, sometimes water boiled to an inch of its life was better. For once thing, you could drink it and if needed, clean yourself with it. Not Something you could say for wine.

There was a jug. He found an etched glass cup next to it. Looking about, he found a screened off area where Ana made herself ready for the day and it had a bath (empty, as expected) and a stand with another jug of water with a cloth next to it. Perfect.

He rubbed his face with the cooled water and the cloth and did his best to dry it off with the dry cloth next to it. Then he went to the other jug and poured some water into the glass. Taking a few sips himself, he offered it to Ana.

‘You might want some. Things like this take it out of you.’

It wasn’t so much a suggestion as a gently-worded command. Ana found herself nodding and raising herself to take hold of it and sip the water then set the glass back onto the side table. ‘How considerate.’ Her voice had returned, although still laced with the husky traces of lust.

‘Of course.’ Timeo grinned. He was stood by the bed and she hadn’t made a motion to move other than to take the offered drink. ‘But I think there’s something else you want. So you’re going to get me good and ready.’

As gentle as his tone was, there was a steeliness to it that gave Ana pause before his right paw moved over to grip her tousled hair in a firm grip that did much to tell her that if it were too much, he’d let go. Then it guided her head to his sheath, pressing her cheek to the soft grey fur on his thigh.

Ana breathed. His scent was earthy but clean, traces of soap lingering in subtle notes. Her eyes flicked up, taking in the slight roundness of his belly and further up, the broad definition of his chest and finally the golden eyes looking down at her with a mixture of heated arousal and ferocity.

Then her eyes came back down to what she was supposed to be doing. The tip of his shaft was poking from the grey sheath, having retreated briefly from earlier. It looked inviting. Hours before, she’d let her tongue dance and flick over that tip and coax him to release but it had been hurried. Now she could take her time.

Her lips closed around it and a practised tongue flicked over the tip. She almost smirked as she realised she’d soon bring the rest of it to life with a few effortless laps of her tongue.

Life soon surged into the hidden cock again. She heard him grunt, felt his paw press harder and fingers flex to comb the claws into her hair. From the corner of her eyes, his thrashing tail caught her attention.

His length hardened into her muzzle, toward the back of her throat. With practised ease, her tongue lapped over it, teased the soft barbs with deft flicks. Her ears flickered as above her, the older feline whined and huffed through his nose, jaw clenched as he sought to hold back. Her eager eyes took in his chest heaving in and out. She relished in how tight his grip suddenly became, drawing her closer suddenly to his steadily rolling hips before pulling her back, a faint snarl on his lips.

He’d looked so feral. She could have sworn that alone had made her wet all over again.

The look he flashed her before retreating to the base of the bed was enough to make her shiver. She imagined it being the look of a feral cat on the prowl, eager to sate an urgent need to breed. Her legs almost closed as a shiver ran through her. God. Timeo doing his best feral tomcat impression without realising was undeniably making her squirm.

As he pushed her to her back, settled between her legs so they merely lay on either side of him, her breathing hitched again at the sharp growl. His cock pressed to her bellyfur, his arms had her shoulders pinned and he smirked as he looked down.

‘You want this, yes?’ A little movement of his hips. His cock moved with him, pressing into her fur and leaving a sticky residue. She whimpered. Just lower, a little lower… Please, just a little lower!

‘Been a while since you’ve felt a fellow cat sinking deep, making you squirm.’ She hadn’t realised but she’d closed her eyes, relishing in just sensation alone but his voice was now at her ear. ‘Someone who could breed you. Someone who can give only what a feline can.’ Another shuffle of his hips but now she had the sense he’d hunkered down and the cock just-

It pushed along the outer lips of her pussy. First the tip then the rest. It was close enough she could feel the veins pulsing with blood. The sheets were gripped tight as her hips slowly moved to meet his.

So close! So close to being fully inside!

‘Nah-ah-ah.’ Amid the heated savagery and semi-smugness of his voice, a playful tone entered. ‘I want to hear that you really need this. You said yourself. This was all you thought about. But I want to hear how much you want this old cat’s dick.’ As if to make his point, he nipped at her neck, his purring rumbling in her ear.

It sounded so lewd. It sounded coarse and unrefined and filtered through years of simply fucking and knowing exactly what he wanted from each fuck. It truly made him sound as common as he really was and, what was more, she loved it.

She had craved it. She had imagined him pinning her to the bed, slipping himself inside and rutting with enough force that she was sure she’d end up with kittens. She’d imagined heady scenes of him being impatient enough to rip through her clothes and just take what he’d wanted. And she’d imagine protesting but it was weak and poorly-acted as she gave herself over to him. She was his and whatever happened did so with her full consent and his dick buried within her repeatedly.

Now it was actually happening, she could feel how tense he was. His nips at her neck were insistent, almost a mating bite. And yet even now, he was waiting for her, waiting for the go ahead he needed to continue on.

‘Please…’ She managed before another roll of his hips dragged the underside of his cock along her folds again. Her gasp drew out any words from her at all. Finally catching her breath, Ana tried again. ‘I need you. Please. I want you.’

‘More than anything else?’ He nipped again, more insistently this time.

‘Yes! Just fuck me!’

She could feel his smirk. ‘Was that so hard? You just had to say the magic words. Now I’ll give you something to write to Dag about.’

Ana couldn’t stop the wordless yelp as their hips finally met. His hands no longer pinned her shoulders but gripped her waist in a vice-like grip, not so much holding her down but moving with him to pull her flush to him as their bodies met. As he pulled out then back in so did he move her body to his when he thrust back in.

It felt so good! She found herself moving with him, settling into the motions as her arms worked free of the tangling sheets and wrapped around his shoulders.

He certainly was not as dominant as Dag was. Dag would not have been so patient. In his own way, Timeo was certainly more servile, waiting for her to five the verbal nod at key points. But once he was started, oh she could see why he was so popular.

In so few words, he could get the measure of those he slept with. He’d clearly not forgotten how she’d fantasised over him and had used that to tease and make her as taut as a spring. And now his measured but powerful thrusts were edging her closer and closer-

There it was! The barbs had done their work in pushing her over that edge once again. Her claws sank into his back, her voice giving vent only to a whimpering moan that was quickly absorbed when she pressed her face to his shoulder.

And still he was moving as though nothing would stop him, although he did grunt and had to release his hold on her scruff to catch some air.

He wasn’t even close yet. Or was he? While her body uncoiled from its tension and moved back into his measured pace, it was starting to falter. It hadn’t taken long for her own pleasure to build either.

Oh, just to have him let go completely! Her voice no more than huffs and whines, she wanted to tell him to just let go. To have her any way he wanted. To feel his claws dig in when he could no longer control himself. She wanted to see this normally stoic calm and, above all, measured feline become wild and untethered.

A growl from both of them this time as she felt him move faster. This was it! This was what they both craved! For a moment, brief but intense, their muzzles once again met and muffled Timeo snarling.

‘Better be ready.’ He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. When they opened again, the yellow there seemed to glow a bright gold. ‘C-can’t hold… back!...’

His claws at her waist dug in sharply. Another spike of delirious pleasure shot up his spine and his long ears pinned back suddenly.

Finally! If he had any trappings of civility left, they were gone now. It was just what she’d wanted to see. Just seeing narrowed golden eyes focus on her with insatiable lust did it.

‘Don’t you fucking stop!’

Ana realised that this voice was hers and it had a growl in it. Her claws dug in harder and pierced skin.

Another thrust and his teeth bared in a feral snarl.

One more and she felt the barbs within dig in and induce a shivering sensation up her spine.

So close! More!

Then several more rapid uncontrolled thrusts and they both tensed.

‘T-Timeo, yes, just there, just- Yes! Oh yes!’