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Chronicles of Life, Lust, and Love: Chapter 5

Hello everyone! This is Philipp again, Angel threatened to kick my ass if I didn't finish the second chapter that I promised I would write about our past. So in order to prevent any unnecessary ass whopping I was good and toiled for hours and hours trying to remember what happened next. Also a shout out to those select few furs who got Angel off his butt and motivated to keep writing, even if I'm the one putting this story together. (He's really cute when he gets all happy and hyper when people complement the stories.) Also, because of the long time between posting stories you might want to refresh yourself on the previous chapters. And you would think after checking for spelling errors 10 times you would catch them all, but apparently that's not true either so please don't mind the occasional misspelled word or grammatical error.

Life is tough, plain and simple. Sometimes unpleasant things just become worse and get the better of you, other times they can be incredibly rewarding in the end. Whether you end up scarred for life or floating on that high of endorphins, just remember that it's only one part of your life and good or bad there will always be many more. But to really grow as an individual you have to learn from the good AND the bad to get perspective so that each new hurdle in life fills you with something other than emptiness.

I tried to pry my eyes open, the dried sleep making my eyelids feel like they were fused together before bringing a paw up to assist. Rubbing them groggily I forced them open, only to be blinded by the light coming through the window. My paw trying in vain to protect me from all college students worst nightmares... MORNING!

Rolling over I went to drape my arm over my sleeping beauty. The panther that stole my heart without my permission, the one who owned the bed I was sleeping in, the one I yiffed without a care that we hadn't bothered using protection, the male that was my pillar of strength, and an exciting new prospect; Angel.

I turned my head towards his side of the bed ready to curl myself against his naked form and breath-in that masculine dirty sex covered body. But, the bed was empty... again. I blinked a couple times and pushed myself into a sitting position, looking towards the bathroom with the door open and the light off. The door to the bedroom closed imposingly as if to remind me of my own solidarity... Alone, again...

Pulling the covers off my still naked body, I stretched my back briefly before padding over to the bathroom. Sitting down on the toilet and taking that morning piss that always seems necessary, and using the opportunity to wake myself up a little more. I stretched sticking my arms over my head, and noticed my own foul ripeness, the smell of lube mixed in there as well. Sometimes I hate being a bigger then average guy, sweating and smelling can be an awful problem for a self-respecting gay guy, even if it came from fucking the brains out of Angel last night on his couch/bed/thing.

I thought about his smell for a moment, feeling that slight stab of loneliness. It was masculine, but not unpleasant. Like an aura that enveloped him, but not overpowering. And the feeling was similar to a cologne that someone wears where they could be the ugliest fur on earth but you would follow them like a puppy just to keep smelling that wonderful scent. It's rather awkward if you haven't experienced it.

But how the hell did that jerk get everything! Being rich, attractive, having a flawless body, and why do I have to fall for him. The powerful thoughts of anger building up inside of me, having no other form to take to be express my current loneliness.

Sighing heavily I put my paws on my head and ruffled my head fur. He totally deserved that grudge fuck and knot last night I concluded feeling a strange sense of calm about the situation now that I justified it somehow to myself.

Reaching down and shaking off my flaccid penis before it slid back into my sheath I went back into the bedroom, taking a towel with me and wrapping it around my waist as I headed to the door out of the bedroom. I really needed to get my cloths back, fitting into Angels was just too uncomfortable around my junk to wear them continuously.

Padding down the hallway I heard rustling coming from the office. I figured now would be a good enough time to give him a piece of my mind about not waking me up. I walked up and stood in the doorway, seeing that he was working on his laptop. His back turned to me in that large leather chair. I immediately noticed the roundness of his bare shoulders and the way his biceps and triceps wove their way down his arm to the dexterous digits controlling the keyboard. I leaned against the doorframe just to watch him, but apparently he heard me and turned his feline head in my direction. Our eyes meeting before a smile crossed his muzzle.

"Morning sleepy head!" he uttered.

And with those three words all the anger and frustration I was feeling was blown away. Like when you sweep up dust and a casual wind scatters it to the four corners of the earth.

"Morning" I replied with my voice obviously not as awake as I thought I was. Clearing my throat I tried again. This time it came out a lot better.

"You sleep ok?" Angel asked sincerely. Turning around in the chair so I could see the blue gym shorts he was wearing and a bare torso. Those beautiful abs like a wash board I could have scrubbed my old cloths clean on.

"Yeah.... Except the waking up alone part." I said, some of that frustration creeping back in. Angel's head cocked to the side as he stood up and walked over to me. A coy smirk across his muzzle.

"Well if you didn't sleep so late I would still be in bed I'm sure." He said smiling. My head looked at an old clock cut from a tree stump which read 8:12am. My head turned back to him my eyes conveying the annoyance from this statement.

Angel held up with hands in mock defense. "ok ok ok, I'm just kidding. I couldn't sleep and I got up at 5:30. I didn't want to wake you up so I just came to do some work in the office."

I suddenly had a bit of guilt for being too greedy about the whole situation that I didn't even consider what he was thinking or feeling.

"How come you couldn't sleep?" I asked, still feeling a little sheepish about the situation. But Angel seems so unfazed about the whole thing.

"Well for starters I had an ass completely full of cum... and well that stuff doesn't just like to sit around in your ass if your bursting at the seams." He stuck his tongue out at me in a stupid-cute face.

"Oh and let's not forget that you had that knot of yours crammed inside my backside." He said pointing at my towel covered crotch. "And that sucker was like a... a... a car trying to fit through the front door of a house."

My ears drooped at the sound of the description I was hearing. It's true it's not really socially acceptable to tie with somefur without consent, and I let my instincts take over and tied with him anyway. I felt my eyes drop to the floor the desire to go curl up in a corner and die started to take hold.

Before I knew what was happening, Angel had those strong arms wrapped around me in a hug. My head cradled into the nap of his neck as he slowly rocked back and forth.

"Don't worry big guy. I'm not mad or anything, I just don't know if I'll be walking straight for a few days after last night." He whispered in my ear. "But... To make it up to me you can let me fuck 'your' brains out on our vacation."

My ears twitched at the sound of that. I hadn't told him my ass was virgin territory, and now I felt like I had an obligation to let him take it. Even though I wasn't sure that was what I wanted. Although I didn't have a lot of time to think it over before he barreled forward onto the tasks at hand.

"So we have a busy day today. The movers will meet us at your apartment at 10am. We need to have everything cleared out and be at our next obligation by 3pm. So I hope four hours will be enough time to get all your stuff." He let me go and got out a pad of yellow paper sitting on his desk and started going over a timeline of the agenda.

While Angel was clearly planning everything out to a tee, my stomach on the other paw was playing the game of tying itself in knots. Dealing with my ex-boyfriend Matt was not anywhere near the top of my wish list after what he did to me.

Angel tried his best to make things go as smooth as possible. So much so that the morning was a blur, I hardly even remember getting in a cab and driving over to my old apartment.

When we arrived the moving truck was already there, and six buff young straight boys were ready to start packing and loading. I gave Angel the keys and we walked up to the apartment. My heart pounding in my chest every step closer I knew I was to the inevitable moment of confrontation. Angel unlocked the door for me and opened it, but waited for me to take the first step inside.

I was having trouble breathing, my heart beat loudly in my ears. The stomach twisted and turned making the very little breakfast I ate want to make a reappearance, but thankfully it didn't. My legs felt like lead weights were attached to them and I couldn't muster the strength to step past the threshold.

Then I felt a reassuring paw on my back, my personal angel was giving me strength. As if courage flowed through his paw into my body like some sort of super power. Not enough to make all the anxiety go away, but enough to let me take a deep breath and pad inside.

The apartment was as I remembered it, small and populated with college student things. I walked towards my bedroom, expecting any moment Matt to pop his head out and say how much he was sorry, and that he would never do it again, and wanting me to take him back... and fuck him repeatedly (because he loved taking it up the ass something fierce.)

But he wasn't home, and in that instant of realization I felt like I could breathe easier. I began pointing out the things that were mine, which was obviously not too much because I'm a foreign exchange student. I grabbed a few personal belonging and with the army of young muscle at Angel's disposal, the place was empty in an hour. Cloths thrown in boxes, computer wrapped up, and the bed carried away.

As we were pulling away in the cab following behind the oversized moving truck, my eyes met the only eyes I didn't want to see. The familiar fox of an ex-boyfriend Matt was walking back to the apartment and the moment we looked at each other felt like a suffocating eternity. His eyes trying to process what he was seeing as he turned and started running towards us confusion written all over his muzzle. Thankful the cab turned the corner and we couldn't look at each other anymore. Angel put his arm over my shoulder and gently rubbed the side of my face, oblivious as to the exchange that just occurred. The soft comforting feeling of his paw I prayed would never go away.

The next moment we were back at the house and the garage was holding the boxes. The sad part is it didn't even take up one entire parking spot in the garage. Angel thanked the movers and closed the door behind them.

"Well that went well." He said. "Let's get you packed and ready to go." We opened some boxes and I picked out some cloths. I began getting worried when Angel told me I needed more then what I had picked.

"How long are we going for?" I asked questioningly.

Grinning he replied "All week. It's only Monday, so we don't HAVE to be back till Sunday. You ok with that?"

"Ummm sure." Proper English and grammar escaping me completely. "Do I get to know where were going yet?" I tried again.

"Nope!" grinning even bigger then he was before. "Just get that sexy husky ass of yours packed and ready by 2:30 so we can be on our way." With that he disappeared back into the office, leaving me to my own devises.

I stood there for a few moments before I started moving some boxes of cloths and emptying them into the dresser in the guest bedroom that was going to be my room. I packed a suitcase with the cloths I had picked and put it by the front door. The little time that remained I watched some TV (if that's what you want to call it) before Angel came and informed me the cab had arrived. As we ascended the stairs together I did notice a slight limp in his stride and felt a twinge of guilt hit my gut again, but it passed as I watched his tail sway back and forth over that well fitted feline butt.

Taking my paw in his we walked out to the cab, the driver loading the luggage in the trunk for us. Sitting in the backseat my mind went blank, thankfully relieving me from the stress and drama of the day. But again I was brought back to reality as the cab pulled to a stop.

Getting out of the vehicle we stood next to a long two story building, a single row of parking on either side of us, in what appeared to be an industrial area. Turning to Angel as he finished paying the driver I gave him a questioning look. He simply extended his muscled arm and pointed a digit at something behind me. As I turned around I felt confused, I was looking at airplanes lined up behind a chain fence.

"We're taking one of those to our destination." He said trying to hide some excitement but failing. I blinked for a few seconds to let it all sink in before it hit me like a ton of bricks. Practically giving myself whiplash as I turned back to face him.

"YOU OWN A PLANE!?!?!?!" I practically yelled, my voice completely drenched in disbelief, although based on his house it shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did.

Angel chuckled lightly and shook his head, his paw waving away the idea like a puff of smoke. "We are only chartering... renting a jet, I'm not wealthy enough to own and maintain one of those guys."

I blinked again slowly a moment of silence taking place between us. Before I could form more poorly articulated words he motioned for us to go inside.

Now for anyone that has flown before, you wait in line, you have your luggage scanned, they practically strip search you (including the rectal exam) before you get to wait forever at your terminal for your plane to arrive and cram yourself into those uncomfortable seats.

As we walked through the doors I was expecting nothing less and thinking which pocket I had put my passport in for reference. A couple cute girls wearing business skirts and ties, a rabbit and a mouse were manning the desk off to the left. To our right were some leather coaches next to a fireplace and a BIG screen TV. Straight ahead you could look out on the tarmac through a wall of glass windows, the occasional airplane lifting off in the distance.

Once we were inside the peppy rabbit hopped up to us. "Hello! Can I give you gentlemen a parking pass so your car doesn't get towed?"

"We took a cab, but thank you." Angel replied. The rabbit was obviously checking him out.

"Oh! Well in that case please help yourself to some complementary coffee and deserts over here and have a seat. Your pilot is finishing the last of the system checks and will be in to get you shortly." She said before hopping back over to the counter and giggling with the other mouse, their eyes taking peeks in our direction.

Angel and I padded over to the couches and barely sat down when a crow dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt came walking in.

"Hey guys! We're ready to head out. Oh let me grab your bags for you, we're just out here." He cawed before taking my suitcase and tossing it over his shoulder while he rolled Angel's behind him. My eyes were trying to take in everything but it felt like we moved so fast. Not five minutes from the time our cab pulled up we were boarding the plane. So waiting in line, no annoying security people, no strip search...

Not 100 yards from the door a dragon was looking over a (small) jet plane with a clip board. The crow loaded up our luggage in a compartment near the tail and motioned us inside. I made sure I had my camera out and took a couple pictures to remind myself it wasn't a dream.

The jet was a 'Citation Bravo'. It had 5 windows and the main door on the one side. There were enough seats for seven furs and then two pilots up front. The inside was cramped and you had to duck your head to keep from hitting the roof, but it was a 'private jet' and gods know I didn't think I could take to much more excitement for one day.

"Ok guys." The crow said. "We have to make a quick stop in long beach to get a couple more furs and then we'll be off to Lake Tahoe."

There wasn't a door on the cockpit so we could talk to the pilots and see them at all times. Angel took a seat facing the rear and I took one facing him. It looked like a table could be lowered off the wall, but our legs were practically up in each other's junk to really let that work.

"What's Lake Tahoe?" I asked. "It's a Lake in northern California. I haven't ever been there but they say it's beautiful." He replied.

"Ok guys if you have any cell phones just don't make any calls while we take off and land and we'll be fine." The crow advised right as we were punched into a takeoff. The flight was really fast, we headed out over the ocean first, then north and back inland. We pulled right up to the door and 'parked' the plane, a husband and wife lemur joined us and we were back in the air in less than 10 minutes.

The couple was very nice to talk to, apparently the husband was a CEO of some small tech company and was taking his wife on a vacation to get away from all the stress.

After only a couple hours and a little bit of turbulence we touched down and went our separate ways. Angel led the way to the car rental that had a jeep waiting for us. With a GPS in paw, we drove around the beautiful wooded area while it was still light.

We found our hotel, it was a wall of rooms straight up overlooking the lake which was jaw droppingly beautiful. We found our room on the 5th floor overlooking the lake and pulled some chairs out to watch the sun set. Angel pulled out a bottle of champaign which we drank out of the thick bathroom glasses. (very unlike a rich person would do)

It's almost strange how at peace I feel right now, with the warmness in my stomach from the alcohol I thought to myself. But all too soon the sun had set, and it was dark. We had finished the bottle, and as we staggered back inside our room with a king sized bed with 80's décor. I informed Angel I was going to take a bath in the large bathtub.

"Ok have fun." He said as he plopped down on the bed and turned the TV on flipping randomly through channels.

I padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Turning the water on and soon was soaking in a relaxing bath, letting all the tension of the day work its way out of my body.

After the water started getting cold I hopped out and dried my fur off. Wrapping the towel around my waist and going back in the main room.

"Well look who's all freshened up." Angel said with a mocking tone in his voice.

"Yeah, I really needed that. It's so relaxing here already and we just arrived." I replied, feeling my lips slur the words slightly from the alcohol.

Angel patted the bed beside him and I sat down as he turned the TV off. "I bet I can think of another way to relax you." He said his lips meeting mine in a kiss.

My paws draped around the side of his head as we kissed, his paws roaming over my body and undoing the towel leaving me naked. My penis poking out of its protective cover as he caressed my body, touching each groove with an experienced paw.

The room was filled with my moans and his purrs as we felt each other. Our kiss broke as I opened my eyes that had drifted shut during the make out session. His paw found my chest and he pushed me to lie down on my back, which I did reluctantly.

He used the opportunity to remove his shirt which I grunted in approval, my eyes watching him stripping off the thin fabric cloth. My paws tweaking his left nipple to make it hard, catching him off guard much to my delight.

Leaning over he straddled my naked body with his as his muzzle found mine, lying on top of my body. Our tongues testing the others as they rolled back and forth between our open maws. My cock once again hard rubbed against his jeans as I was able to feel his constricted feline length inside its denim cage.

As much as I wanted to hold his hard length in my paw, I didn't want to let him go long enough to remove the annoying article of clothing. My paws continued to explore to back, feeling the hard strong muscles of his tight frame. Dragging my blunt nails down his spine making him groaned in my ear.

The room was beginning to heat up with our making out, and Angel broke the kiss and stepped off the bed to move the rest of his clothing. I watched as he removed the jeans swaying his hips and tail from side to side making my mouth water and my cock bounce and leak pre onto my belly.

Once the pants were past his hips and his feline dick was out my paw pulled him near and my tongue ran across his sensitive organ. He let a deep moan out and his paw resting on the top of my head, urging me on.

I gave him one loooooonng doggie lick starting at his balls and moving up the shaft then over the tip. A small dollop of pre assaulting my taste buds with his salty masculine flavor. I closed my eyes as I took him in my muzzle, my tongue working back and forth as it slid past the barbed nubs of the head and down the shaft.

Each inch of his dick getting cleaned by my tongue as it got closer to the back of my throat, till his pubic fur was tickling my nose. I breathed in and there was that smell of 'him' again, the one that I wish was cologne so I could spray just so I could smell it.

I created some suction as I slid my head back off his cock before pushing back down. Up and down my head went, just far enough as to not gag on his length and then back off. Over and over I rolled my tongue around. My paws groping his ass cheeks before pulling his pants the rest of the way down his legs.

Angel stepped back, removing his dick from my longing maw as he stepped out of his pants. Once free from that damned denim prison he leaned in a kissed me with full force. His paws roaming over my chest and feeling the muscles around my nipples.

We moaned and panted into each other's maw before he broke the kiss again. "Lay on your stomach for me sexy." He said as he retrieved a bottle of lube from his suitcase.

I did as I was told, but my virgin rear nerves were getting the better of me and my tail tucked itself defensively between my legs. "Uhhh, Angel.... I've... uh. Never bottomed before." I said shyly my ears folding back against my head.

All he did was give me a reassuring smile and said "Don't worry, I'll be really gentle. My goal is to make you feel good. Once your ass is a little more experienced we can do the grudge fuck like you did to me last night. But tonight, we go slow."

I felt somewhat better, but tensed a little as he placed his paw on my lower back. "You gotta relax pup, try breathing deeply and focusing on relaxing yourself. If it hurts just say so and I'll back off. Do we have a deal?"

I nodded my head in response and closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on my breathing. I felt his paws slowly work around my ass cheeks, rubbing each one separately and rubbing the base of my tail to relax it a bit. I reluctantly moved my tail out of the way thinking 'this is really going to happen' 'is it really going to hurt?' 'what if he's lying and he just slams it in to take revenge for me knotting him?'

I started tensing again and he must have noticed because he kept telling me to relax in a cooing voice. I took a deep breath and exhaled. "Good boy." He said patting my butt.

Readjusting his location he spread my legs again opening my hole up slightly. I continued trying to concentrate on my breathing and after a few long seconds I felt something wet slide across my hole.

I jumped slightly being caught off guard from the sensation. Not that it was bad or anything, just different. The sensation repeated itself and my body decided it felt good, a higher pitched moan escaping my maw then I considered appropriate for someone of my masculine background.

The sensation started working circles around my tight opening then pushing in what felt like a mile, but was only barely in the ring of muscles. Labored moans and grunts were forcing their way out with every breath as I tried to find words.

"Is that your finger?" I asked dumbly, but already knowing the answer.

The sensation stopped before he replied. "No pup it's my tongue. Do you want me to stop?"

And then I heard the meekest little voice answer his question as it came out of my throat. "no..."

Then it continued, my paws gripping the sheets as his tongue worked back into my rear entrance. Playing across the sensitive opening and making my head spin as many circles as it went around my opening.

Slow long licks were followed by the flexible muscle diving in to my hole, opening the passage from the outside. After a short while it stopped, and I lay panting into a pillow. The sensations so new and demanding they bored exhausting.

I heard the familiar pop of a lube bottle and looked back to see Angel applying it to his digits. Twisting and rubbing his pads together to get them fully coated. Then he wiped his paws along my ass crack, rubbing a generous amount of lube over my still tight hole, before putting more lube on his digits.

"This may feel a little weird, but try to relax. When I start to press in think of pushing out like you're going to the bathroom, it will help open you up so I'm forcing my way inside too much."

With that I felt the pad rubbing circles around my hole before gliding across the opening and a slight pressure pushing into me.

It's hard bottoming for the first time because you naturally want to tighten up, when in fact you want to relax. I tried to follow Angel's advice and pushed out the rear muscles, the digit slipping inside a little bit causing me to gasp and tighten again.

Angel cooed into my ear giving me words of encouragement as he removed the invading object and applied more lube. The process repeated and this time I felt him slide all the way in, a sigh escaping me from the sensation. It really did feel kind of good, and best of all. No pain.

Taking his other paw he rubbed my lower back and I felt him pulling down with his inserted digit. Stretching the muscle more before a second was inserted. Ok that hurt just a little, but it went away quickly when they started moving in and out and I thought my head would explode it felt so good. Every few strokes he spread them apart opening me more, but nothing else was to join them before he slowly removed them, the ring of muscles closing up naturally behind their molestation.

He patted my butt and told me to turn over, which I did, rolling myself onto my slowly back.

"Well well, looks like someone was enjoying themselves." He commented as my strangely hard cock lay plastered to my stomach with the excess juices of pre causing me to blush dumbly.

I was going to say something, but his muzzle met mine in another of those wonderful kisses. Although tasting 'ass' on a kiss was not the most desirable thing. But sex IS supposed to be dirty and messy right? Once the kiss was broken he took a few moments to clean my hard cock, licking off all the tasty liquid before moving between my legs.

The snap of the lube bottle filling the silence as he slicked his feline meat up to the point of glistening. Setting the bottle aside as he pushed my legs up over his shoulders. It's strange being on the receiving end of this position I noted, while it's my favorite way to fuck in I never imagined what it was like on the bottom. Until now anyway.

Our eyes met and he leaned in to kiss me again, the feline prick sliding down my ass crack constantly reminding me of its presence. My knees pressed against my chest as our tongues crossed and I was folded into this prone position.

"Ready?" he asked, which I gave a simple nod as I focus my attention to the only part of my body that mattered.

"Just remember to relax, and let me know if it hurts." I nodded again my paws instinctively resting on his legs.

And with practiced ease he lined his spear up and pressed slowly but firmly into me. The muscles having no choice but to part ways around the intruding head. A twinge of pain must have appeared on my muzzle because he stopped and recited his mantra to breathe and relax.

The next push was slow, but didn't stop until I felt the pubic fur tickling my hole. My head fell back and it felt like all the air was just pressed out of my lungs. "You ok?" he asked as I took a mental assessment of the situation.

"Umm, it hurts a bit. But I really feel like I need to go to the bathroom." I replied. He smirked as if he expected the answer, and in one slow move he removed himself. The barbed nubs dragging along the walls as it was pulled out. I grunted and my head was thrown back again from the sensation.

"The nerves will stop complaining when I get more lube on. And you were just in the bathroom so you really don't have to go. Your body just thinks it had to go because you're not used to having your prostate rubbed from the inside. But don't worry that sensation will go away too." He said as he coated his cock again with the slippery substance.

The second penetration went much easier than the first. His cock sliding all the way in with ease. And he was right, there wasn't any pain, only a new pleasurable sensation. He leaned forward and we kissed as he started slow thrusts in and out, forcing grunts from me with every push and pull. My tail wagged weakly from our love making.

I lifted my head up to look at Angel but each of his slow controlled thrusts pushed the air from my lunges and left me unable to keep my head up. As he pulled back the nubs on his cock drug along my insides causing the strangest feminine noises to come out of it. It was somewhat humiliating because I couldn't stop them. All I could do was pant as my heart races and my cock leaked pre in continuous strings that matted my fur. I never would have guessed that bottoming took this much out of you.

"Oh yeah." I drooled out of my muzzle which each thrust. "Just like that.. oh oh uhhhhh."

Angel kept a steady rhythm, never pushing too hard or to deep. My body giving into the control that he had on me, then I felt it. Like a lightning bolt hitting my balls. My eyes opening wide as I grunted. "Oh my god, I'm... cumming!" I watched in horror and amazement as my shaft explodes across my stomach, ribbons of white sticky mess matting fur and filling the room with the smell of sex.

Angel slowed his thrusts while I finished my orgasm as I lay there. My butt muscles twitching around his imbedded shaft as my cock forced more cum out. I lay there, panting and spent. My eyes closed and watching the little stars appear in my blacked out vision.

After several seconds I felt Angel continue with my invasion of my anal cavity. The pleasure was mostly gone and was actually becoming overly sensitive to his slow thrusts.

"Um.. Angel." I started.

"I'm almost there, I can't let you be the only one to get off tonight" As his breathing became labored. I could tell he was trying hard to keep his movements in check. Probably from keeping his instincts in check so as to not hurt me.

I waited, enduring the overly sensitive fuck I was receiving as I watched Angel thru glazed over eyes. His eyes on me like I was prey he was about to devour as he panted more like a canine then a feline. He pushed forward and leaned into my muzzle, sweat coating his fur in a messy kiss as he was pushed over the edge.

"Unnhhh uhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhh" he grunted into my muzzle, his breathing coming is gasps. I felt the unmistakable feeling of his cock twitching lightly in my hole and a warm wet sensation touching my insides. He rested in me, before kissing my muzzle and leaning back. His softening cock sliding out of my back door and leaving my hole empty.

Angel lay down next to me as I stretch my legs, feeling the stiffness and soreness of being folded into a pretzel for so long.

"Good job" Angel said, his eyes half closed. "You took it like a champ."

"Thanks" I replied. "I never even touched myself and I didn't even feel my orgasm coming, it just happened."

He chuckled lightly. "That would be your prostate being hit for the first time. I think everyone experiences it, although you stop cumming just from having it touched after a while. But it definitely doesn't ever stop feeling good that's for sure."

"Wow" was the only response I could come up with. Before long we turned out the lights and were soon fast asleep as we came down from out orgasm highs.

The best part though... Was when I woke up in the morning and he was still lying next to me. His arm draped across my hip as he cuddled against my body.

This really was going to be a great vacation.