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Big thanks to Michael from BD for the edit again.

I have been horny and frustrated for the last couple of weeks, so I apologise that it has rubbed off on my charactors a bit in this one!!

Chapter 18.

Paul stirred, cracking open his eyes in the dark room, while wondering where he was for a few moments. The previous evening came back to him slowly as he realized he was sunk deeply into the bed that he normally only showed to the hotel's clients. Bed...Where was Jessica? The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in her arms, lying flat on her chest while still tied in her...he blushed...ass.

The sheets near his tail were soaked, the smell of stale sex in the room almost overpowering to his sensitive canine nose. Glancing to his left, he observed Mr. Ruatha...no Ruth watching him back silently. The doe, Jane was still slumbering quietly on his chest. The white dragon winked at him, smiling slightly, "She's in the bathroom," he whispered quietly in an attempt to avoid disturbing Jane, but the doe's eyes fluttered open with the movement of his chest underneath him.

"Good morning Ruth," she said in greeting, reaching up and tongue kissing the underside of his chin. An expression of intense discomfort, then concentration passed over her face a second later, and she shifted on his belly.

The toilet flushed in the en-suite, the door opening a few seconds later admitting Jessica back into the bedroom. "Ah Ruth, I must..."

"Don't worry Jane, I know the routine from Jessica," he said interrupting her, gently sitting up in order to allow Jane to slide off him and to the bottom of the bed. She smiled in relief and quickly shuffled off to the bathroom, the door closing but bouncing open again in her haste. A series of very wet, very unladylike farts were heard coming from the room a few seconds later.

Paul looked puzzled staring at the en-suites open door with his ear cocked as the toilet noises increased in volume, followed by hundreds of tiny splashes, "What routine?" he asked innocently.

Jessica laughed, the noise causing the other two occupants of the bed start stirring, their feline teeth glinting in the light as they yawned hugely. "When you have anal sex Paul, certain by-products demand egress when you wake the following morning. I have just passed your contribution to last night, and from the sound of it, Jane is taking care of Ruth's."

Paul flushed red at his ignorance, "I am sorry, I should have guessed."

"Oh don't worry about it dear, you would have found out the first time it happened to you anyway," Jessica said grinning.

"What do you mean?" Paul said after a seconds thought at her veiled reassurance.

"You enjoyed our anal play last night Paul- I think you would enjoy the real thing at some point as well," Jessica replied. The en-suites appliance flushed noisily again, followed by the sound of the sinks water running.

Jane emerged a few seconds later looking much more comfortable. "My apologies, the door swung open again and I couldn't spare the time to close it," she said, pink at the cheeks.

"It's quite alright, we are all adults here," Jessica replied assuring her. "I just explained to Paul what was going on."

"I...I could hear what was going on, but I didn't understand why." The pink cheeked wolfhound stammered. "What did you mean Jessica with your last comment?" he continued changing the dirty subject.

"I meant that you would probably have just as much fun as last night with a male, as well as a female Paul. You, like me I think are Bi...though you haven't experimented yet," Jessica said walking around the bed to help Felix and Charity arise from their nest.

"B...b...but-" he started glancing at Ruth.

"No, Ruth is as straight as they come...besides we must check out soon so we haven't got time to further your education," Jessica replied, deliberately misconstruing his meaning.

Paul shut his gob quickly, causing Ruth and Jane to start laughing, "Don't mind my mates teasing Paul. Just do what you are comfortable with, when you are comfortable with it," he said nudging the wolfhound on the shoulder. "Come on, we all need a shower after last night, and looking at the time Jess and I need to depart soon."

Felix glanced at the clock which was reading six-thirty A.M. "Are you staying for breakfast Jane?" he asked. "I am guessing that you will want a change of clothes before heading to the office."

"I will shower and eat here, yes. It won't take me but a few minutes to change at my flat," the doe replied smiling, "We won't all fit in the shower together though."

"Felix and I will use the one on the main bathroom, while you shower here in the en-suite," Charity said as she slid off the bed and headed for the bedrooms door. No further damage had been done to her, so she didn't need Ruth's attentions this morning.

Jessica nodded, and leaned over onto the bed in order to pull Ruth out of the centre, hauling him to his feet, "Very well then, we four should fit even if it is a squeeze," she said as she led the way back into the en-suite selecting a cool program in the showers controls.

Jane held a hand out under the waters mist and smiled before stepping in with a sigh, followed by Paul. "Do you want play again?" Ruth asked Jess quietly as he joined her, nodding towards the two shower occupants.

"No...last night tired me a little. My drive must be starting to deplete from the pregnancy, so I will wait until later. You may play with Jane if you like, as I am of no doubt that Paul will have the resilience of his youth, and will require relief, being surrounded by two girls in the shower," she replied grinning.

"Then I shall save myself for you later," Ruth replied laughing as he stepped into the sluicing waters.

Paul was already suffering as Jessica had predicted, and was carefully washing his shaft and sheath fur while trying to hide his embarrassment from Jane and failing miserably. Jessica carefully washed her chest and belly scales, ignoring him for the time being, but when she bent to massage all the dried cum off her mound and ring, she brushed against his shaft deliberately with her lips, winking at him.

Paul did a double take, blushing at her advance and turned to face the wall, not sure if it had been an accident or not. Jessica moved up behind him, pressing her belly against his back while her mound was being rubbed by his swinging tail, "Let me help you with that," she whispered reaching around to his front and starting run his meat through her hands carefully.

Paul gasped, leaning back into her embrace as she jacked him off, it only took a few seconds, and he yipped as he painted the tiled wall in front of him with his seed, it splashing to mix with the hot waters pooling at their feet. "Better?" she asked, gently milking him until his tip stopped spurting.

"Much," he thanked her, breathing heavily.

"Good, now make sure you are clean so you won't attract attention in the lobby when you go on duty," Jessica replied, letting him go again so she could continue to wash herself.

Ruth had done his usually post-coital toilette, fishing his flaccid shaft out of its cavity and washing it carefully of his and Jane's fluids, making sure his balls and cavity scales were equally as clean. He was feeling a twinge from Jessica's activities with Paul, but he kept a cap on them and allowed his cock to retreat into its home without getting an erection.

Jane was scrubbing at her belly fur, trying to get the mats of dried cream from it so she could groom her patterns back into place. Kneeling without warning, he ducked his head between her legs and lifted her onto his shoulders, dipping his head back through as her knees folded around their bony seat, her sex pressed tightly against his muzzle as she protested her unexpected elevation. "Shh," he whispered as he planted her tail and ass cheeks against one of the chest height pulse jets in the wall and started to apply his tongue to the stubborn dried patches, his saliva working better than any hand applied fur wash. Every now and again he slipped his tongue lower, flicking within the doe's folds, teasing at her clit.

Jane moaned, taking a grip on Ruth horns as her legs swung loosely against his folded wings on his back. He was teasing her again, and she felt the heat in her loins building as the pulse jet tickled her still stretched and slightly sore tail-hole. The mat on her belly dissolved under his attentions as her breathing deepened, and then he applied himself wholly to her sex. She yipped as Ruth slipped a finger under her tail, running it across her ring before slipping a talon in, allowing the warm jet of water access to fetch out any remaining excess from the night before. It was all it took, and she barked out her orgasm again as it enveloped her afresh, her stale fluids mixing with fresh as they pumped out and dribbled down Ruth's chin as she bucked against his questing lips.

Letting her recover, Ruth knelt again and carefully stood her against the showers wall on shaky feet, kissing her as he stood to clean himself of her sexual release. "That will be our last time." he said quietly, "Unless Jessica chooses to invite you again."

Jane looked at him from her deep eyes, nodding gently in agreement as she smoothed her displaced fur back into place, knowing that she would not forget her colleague's skills for a long time...if ever. Her belly gurgled and she released the trapped water and air that had been forced up her tail-hole by the jets, it splashing out with only slight discolouration around her feet, before she ensured the area was completely clean again.

Jessica smiled at Jane's acceptance, and stepped out of the water to flick the enclosure into drying mode, the water jets becoming hot air ones that started to tickle at Paul and Jane's fur. Ruth knelt and massaged at Jane's fur, parting it carefully, exposing her under-down to the hot air while Jessica did the same for Paul. It took half the usual time to dry with help, and soon enough it was time to leave the relaxing susurrations of the appliance so that they could groom themselves flat in the mirrors.

Jessica poured some scale-shine onto one of the cotton cloths provided by the hotel and started to apply it to Ruth while Jane grabbed a short toothed comb and started working herself over. Paul checked the cupboard and pulled out a wide tooth, and started trying to unravel his long grey strands where they were all fluffed up. Felix stuck his head around the door then, and grinned as Ruth dabbed Jessica on the nose with the same cloth causing her to sneeze, therefore switching duties as he buffed at her freshly manicured scales from the day before. "Ready he asked?"

"We will be in a minute," Ruth replied.

"Good, Charity and I are just going to slip across into our suite to dress for the day. Knock when you are ready to go down."

"Will do Felix," Jessica replied as she turned so that her back could be rubbed down.

Jane and Paul followed the Abyssinian back out into the main room, both retrieving their clothes from where they were scattered across the plush carpet. Charity waved at them as she and Felix departed from the suite, her clothes from the night before bundled over her arm, ignoring the fact that both she and Felix were still naked as they only had to cross the hall.

Paul stepped into his boxers, fastening the tail clasp neatly before he retrieved his bag, and started to dress in his hotel uniform, ready for work. Jane had the easiest of jobs, just stepping into her ruffled dress before pulling it up and fastening it again around her back, it hugging her form perfectly. "A little overdressed for breakfast, but I have nothing else with me," she said grinning.

Paul laughed as he buttoned his shirt, "I have seen far less appropriate outfits in the dining room at breakfast Jane. The Draheal prides itself on its discretion, and some of our clients pick girls up off the street. If they perform well, they get treated to breakfast by their clients. Your outfit is positively demure in comparison."

Jane giggled, "I am sure it is then." She was not quite sure if Paul was digging at her liaison with Ruth, but let it drop as he was obviously just as guilty for satisfying Jessica.

The two dragons emerged from the bedroom then, dressed casually for travel. "You ready?" Ruth asked. Paul and Jane both nodded, the wolfhound picking up his bag that he had slipped his clothes into from the bar, "Good, we will head downstairs then. Jess and I want to be gone by nine so we have time to do a few things at home before bed. We want to be off early tomorrow for our interrupted holiday so we can make the most of it."

Jessica slipped the suites card into her pouch, opening the door and knocking on the silver suite opposite as they all filed out into the hallway. "Are you allowed to eat with us in uniform Paul?" she asked as Felix and Charity stepped out to join them.

"I don't know of any rules that I would be breaking, but I will ask the duty manager when we get down to the lobby. I am not on duty for another forty-five minutes," he replied as he called the lift.

"Good, better safe than sorry," Jessica said as they all boarded to descend.

It turned out to be fine, so they all headed for the gold suites booth in the restaurant and ate a good filling breakfast on Overland's expense account!

****

Jane stepped out of the cab that had carried her from The Draheal to her flat in one of the docklands converted warehouses. She paid the driver, then handed him a tenner to hold for fifteen minutes while she changed. She couldn't be bothered with the DLR this morning, so justified the extra expense in taking the cab to Overland's offices.

Chucking her clasp bag on the table by the door, she headed for her bedroom, allowing her evening dress to fall to her feet in a heap, before kicking it towards her laundry hamper. Dressing quickly in a work thong and bra, she pulled a tailored business suit on before staring at herself in the dressing table mirror. "Bollix," she swore at herself, reaching up and carefully peeling the diamonds from her nose and removing the studs from her ears, smoothing at the fur again until you couldn't tell they had been there.

A middle aged visage stared back at her, the odd crease and wrinkle of age just starting to show around her eyes. 'It is so alone,' she thought a lone tear forming as her mind drifted to the attentions she had received in the company of Ruth and his mate. Though still capable, she was aware that she was too old to safely bear fawns of her own now, but after the last 24hrs she was wondering if she could face old age without a mate. There were younger girls in the office that she knew were just as competent at client manipulations, so she resolved to hand those duties that she usually took for herself over to them, and maybe find a more permanent partner to share her bed with...while she still could.

She shook her head clearing it, grabbing a power puff from the table and dabbing at the errant droplet of salty fluid that had escaped without her permission. Picking up her briefcase, she checked she had her keys before locking up and heading back down to the awaiting cabbie with a sigh.

****

Jools woke up briefly when his alarm went off at seven-fifteen, staring bleary eyed at the phones screen in an effort to remember exactly why he had set it. Adam stirred beside him, pulling him into a hug and licking his horn in affection. "What's up love?" he asked.

"My alarm just went off..."

"Jessica...tell Lance," Adam said as he tried to nibble at a loose scale on the back of Jools' head.

"Ah, of course...what would I do without you?" Jools asked laughing.

"Oh...have a cold bed maybe?" Adam replied, watching as Jools typed out a quick message to his brother.

""Confirmed: Jessica and Ruth Ruatha staying at The Draheal are our Jessica and her mate. However they checked out before I arrived here this morning. I chatted a little with the receptionist and the staff to confirm their identities; they showed me the security pictures they had taken on arrival, which confirmed Jessica's identity. Their stay was paid for by Overland Express, along with another feline couple called Felix and Charity Yucsum, so the hotel has no forwarding address.

Yours, Jools""

He hit send, placing the phone back on the nightstand next to the bed. "That gives the old bastard something to think about, without giving their whereabouts away. I just hope they do leave before he remembers Arthur owns shares in Overland, and forces him to track them down," Jools said worried.

"That could legitimately take days..."

"I know, but..."

"But nothing...by that time you and the family will know what is to be done about Lance and Beth...The decision can then be handed over to Jessica and Ruth themselves." Adam said snuggling closer to his dragon.

"Mmm," Jools replied kissing Adam deeply, "Now this dragon needs a bit more sleep pup...if you are still in the mood I will see what I can do when I wake naturally."

"I am always in the mood, Sir," Adam replied, nipping at Jools' nose horn playfully.

Jools giggled, closing his eyes as he slipped back into slumber, a smile on his face and a wolf cock pressed tightly against his belly.

****

Malaprop was cleaning the balustrade on the staircase alongside Owen when he heard Lance's phone chime in his room. Cocking his head he listened to see Lance had been disturbed, but no further sounds emerged from the sleeping chamber. The black dragon knew who the message was likely to be off, but as it was still early, he chose not to disturb Lance as the news was only likely to create more work for him to tell white lies about.

"You alright Sir?" Owen asked as the black dragon was still standing motionless, staring into the middle distance, trapped within his thoughts.

"What? Oh yes I am fine Owen. Last few days have been a little trying, that's all."

"Didn't score last night then, Sir?" Owen asked, daring to push his luck a little.

Malaprop grinned, "Well yes and no, I met who I was meant to meet, if that is what you are asking?"

Owen knew when to leave it. When an answer like that was given by Malaprop, it was best not to ask for an explanation...what you didn't know, you couldn't tell. "That's good," he said neutrally, applying more wax to his cloth and studiously rubbing it into the ancient mahogany.

"It was, and I gather you made the most of my room with Heather," Malaprop said, smiling as his colleague turned pink under his fur.

"Ah...yes," Owen replied, "But we changed the mattress cover before you got back."

"I could still smell you, you know," Malaprop said laughing, tapping at his nose.

Owen flushed deeper, "But you said..."

"I don't mind Owen. I wouldn't have suggested it otherwise. As it happens Lady Elizabeth arrived back at the same time I did, so Heather and you weren't disturbed. Unless, of course, Master Lance called you?"

"As it happens, after he retired for the evening, he didn't call me at all. Not even for supper. He must have been very tired," Owen said as he kept rubbing with his cloth.

"I believe he was...Paperwork bores the crap out of a person's mind, and that was all he did yesterday," Malaprop paused for a second. "I know it's early, and Heather had as late a night as I did, but I suggest you go and wake her so she can start the laundry. Tell her to run yours, hers and my bedding and clothes through before Elizabeth and Lance awake. You can take your time about waking her if you wish," Malaprop winked, "I will finish your side of the staircase for you."

Owen smiled, "Thank you, Sir," he said, placing his cloth and wax down on one of the treads and walked back down the stairs without looking back, just in case Malaprop changed his mind.

"Oh and Owen..." Malaprop called, halting him.

"Yes Sir?" he queried.

"Stop calling me Sir!"

Owen laughed, and Malaprop grinned, the last time he had been awoken the way Heather was about to be, was when he was in a tent alongside Acilino. His mind drifted back to those happier times as he resumed applying wax in long, steady strokes...

****

"Have you booked tickets back home?" Ruth asked as he was gathering up the clothes that had been discarded on the bedroom floor. Felix had left straight after eating breakfast for the H.O. as he wanted to clear a few things up before they drove back later. Charity had just said she was going back to bed, so there was no need to wake her as they left.

"No, I just thought we would turn up at the station. It will be gone rush hour, so we shouldn't have trouble with getting a seat," Jessica replied as she went to collect the cosmetics from the en-suite. She pocketed a few of the complimentary things as well, stopping herself as she reached for the logoed dressing gown though.

"Might be worth booking tickets for Weston tomorrow though, I assume you want an early start." Ruth said as he went to fetch the clothes out of the lounge and main bathroom, smiling as he also collected the slim-line vibe that Jessica had left on the side of the tub.

"I will book them online as we travel up then," Jessica called back so he could hear her.

Ruth walked back into the musky bedroom, surveying the wreck of a bed and shaking his head. I would have to suffice, as it wasn't salvageable without a complete strip. He never did get the gossip from Paul on if the chamber staff had mentioned the state of it the night previously. Jessica emerged from the en-suite, placing a handful of bits and pieces including the purloined goods in the top of her suitcase, closing it with a snap of the catches. "Got everything dear?" Ruth asked raising an eyebrow.

"And a few extras, you ready for the off?" she replied grinning.

"I am," he placed the last of the clothes in his suitcase, and then tossed the vibrator at her, "Forgetting something?"

She laughed as she caught it, slipping it into her carry pouch with a grin, "I had actually."

"Well let's get off then, we don't want to go downstairs and find your father waiting for us."

"Lazy git won't have even got Jools' message yet, unless he's started getting up early since I left. Somehow I doubt that." Jessica said snorting, "But we should get going, just in case."

"Are we going to say goodbye to Charity?"

"Nah, let her sleep. We did a very good job of tiring her out."

Ruth laughed and picked up both his and her cases, carrying them to the door as Jessica rang reception for them to send someone up. "Might as well make use of someone else's muscles," she said grinning.

"You hoping Paul will come up again?" Ruth asked in response raising his eyebrow.

"Well it would be nice to say goodbye," she replied, winking, "You're not jealous are you?"

"What me? Of course not...besides we have no time for anything else." Ruth kissed her in reassurance as a knock sounded on the suites door.

Jessica opened it and smiled, Paul's grinning visage greeting them, "Are you ready to check out Mr. and Mrs. Ruatha?" he asked formally.

"Yes we are, we need to be back up north before three, so are going to leave now. Mr. and Mrs. Yucsum will check out later." Ruth replied as Paul bent to pick up the two suitcases.

Jessica reached into her carry pouch, "Here is your tip by the way. I didn't think you would want it in public downstairs." She handed the wolfhound the vibrator she had used on him last night.

Paul went bright red again, "T...Thank-you," he stuttered.

"Well you enjoyed it, and I have plenty more."

"I...I will have to hide it somewhere."

"Just slip it in your pocket now and on your break put it in the bag you have with you. Just be careful it doesn't fall out when you are carrying someone's suitcases," Jessica said grinning.

Ruth laughed, slapping Paul on the back as he walked out of the suite. "Personally I would put our cases in the cab, and then take a bathroom break. It will stop an embarrassing incident."

Paul grinned, "I think that would be best," he said as Jessica followed him out of the suite, the door swinging shut behind them.

Going back down to the lobby, Paul waited patiently as Ruth and Jessica checked out before Daniel, the valet called a cab into the circle for them. Jessica handed the polecat a tip, then they both boarded the car, it pulling back out into the morning's traffic.

"Were you that bad last night?" Daniel asked as Paul watched the car go.

"P...Pardon," Paul asked his colleague.

"Well you didn't get a tip."

"Oh, I did," Paul grinned, "Cover for me a few minutes; I must go for a piss." He winked at Daniel, who just shook his head.

"You really must tell me all about it then later...go on," he replied laughing as Paul loped back into the building, heading for the staff area. He just caught a glimpse of something long and gold coloured sticking out of the wolfhounds left pocket, and chortled at the teasing he was going to give when they went on break.

****

Jools yawned, stretching a little as the alarm next to his pillows buzzed gently, the sound tickling his eardrums gently as it stole him away from his much needed nirvana of unconsciousness. Adam had set it for eleven, rather than the usual ten, therefore giving him an extra hour for his disturbed rest four hours previously. The long nights in the restaurant kitchen were starting to drag on his aging body, and he was seriously considering taking retirement before long...or at least training his replacement in full. The staff did all the ordering now; all he did was turn up and create his specials for the seven hours of evening service. His other outlets were running successfully, so maybe his original one here in London could also do without him...

He smiled as he silenced the device, his ears picking up the sounds of Adam's pen scratching away on the accountancy books, the wolf using a computer rarely, preferring to do things the old fashioned way. He had no idea how his partner kept track of all the different restaurants outgoings and incomes by hand, but he was always the first on the phone if an anomaly showed up in the rough accounts that were forwarded each week by the respective managers; only occasionally warranting a visit from either Adam or himself to remedy them. In the thirty odd years since he had branched out, they had only had to remove managers from their positions three times, the other times a word or a reprimand had solved the problems.

He scratched at his cavity, the scales within dry and flaky for some reason, sniffing at his talons and wrinkling his nose at the musky smell. 'Time for a shower I think,' he thought to himself ruefully. 'Adam will not want me otherwise, he realized his thought-line was arousing him, and he grinned. Play was usually reserved for the weekend now, but the thought of a little help in the shower was turning him on after all the emotional wringing out he had witnessed over the last few days.

He cleared his throat, "Ahem, pup. Fancy giving an old queen a hand?" he said aloud, grinning.

The sound of a heavy chair being pushed back from the desk in the lounge sounded, and a few seconds later Adam's greying visage appeared around the door, "You called?" he enquired.

"I am a little musky in my hard to reach places, would you care to help an old dragon take a shower?" Jools did an impression of an old crone, making his hands shake comically.

Adam laughed, "You old faker, you're feeling horny aren't you?" he said as he walked over to the bed and stripped the silk top-sheet off with a flurry, exposing Jools' fading scales to the light, and the peeking pinkness that was resting just proud of his vent.

"Who me?" Jools asked innocently, "I am just an arthritic old dragon who needs his young valet's services this morning..."

"An arthritic old dragon who can still fly rings around me when I go on one of my jogs...and who is less than two years older than me," Adam rested his ass on the mattress next to his mate's belly and ran a hand gently over the scales, teasing the area around the pink protuberance without actually touching it. He slipped a claw within Jools' cavity, gently trying to encourage more of his favorite toy to reveal itself to his attentions as Jools' lent back into the pillows and sighed. "Mmm, you are getting musky old boy," the wolf teased as his claws withdrew, sniffing at the air.

Jools reached out and quickly gathered Adam's tail-tip to his mouth and sucked on it suggestively, noting that the loose shorts he was wearing were tenting in an interesting fashion. Adam snatched his tail from his mate's mouth and quickly shed the constraining items of clothing, revealing his piece of exciting meat, already fully erect and clear of its sheath to the late morning's air, "If you are going to suck on anything...Sir. Please oblige me not to use my tail," he said grinning.

Jools' sat up, gripping the wolf's swollen shaft on his hand and guiding it into its third home and teasing at its glans with his tongue, "You sure you want to pass your turn?" he asked. It had been a few years since repeat performances had been possible, so they now took turns in their love-making...penetrative sex one time, or a mouth or hand job the next. He had taken Adam last time, so he didn't want to dominate the wolf internally again without his permission.

Adam nodded, "Just blow me you old queen, but you will have to wait to take your relief though as I haven't been this morning yet," he nodded towards the bathroom meaningfully. "This morning is a bonus as it is."

Jools grinned and enveloped Adam's shaft in his maw, tickling at his knot and balls with his tongue. An idea formed in his mind, but he didn't want to offend, "I am feeling naughty this morning pup, you fancy something a little different?" he asked quietly, still running his tongue up and down as he spoke.

"What do you mean?" Adam asked looking down at Jools, "We are a little old to experiment aren't we?"

"Never too old love," Jools replied. "I was going suggest you took your other relief while I gave you your sexual relief...that way you will be ready for me."

Adam looked puzzled for a second, "You mean you will blow me while I am on the toilet?" he asked incredulously, only to receive a nod from Jools as a response. "B...but..."

"Nothing dirty, you can't piss while you are erect, and you know how your smell arouses me," Jools interrupted him, "You use the toilet often enough while I am showering or in the bath which has led to play before, so I would just be a little closer than usual."

Adam went red, wincing a little as Jools' incisors nipped at his sheath below his knot, "Well you haven't got long if you want to try it," he replied, feeling his knot beginning to swell, either from the idea, or his mates relentless teasing.

Jools paused, releasing Adam's shaft from his mouth, lapping up the copious pre-cum that was oozing from its glans, sucking it dry to the touch, "Lead the way then pup," he whispered as his cavity inverted from the forbidden excitement that was about to occur.

Adam took Jools' hand and hauled him upright off the bed, grinning as the dragons light blue balls swung free and brushed against his legs as his throbbing, nine inch cock was trapped tightly against his slightly smaller eight inch one between their bellies. He tried to concentrate on a different feeling to stop him losing control and ruining the moment as he turned and led his mate into the bathroom gently, before turning into a kiss and slipping his tail through the toilet seats slot and sat down, the water clearly visible under his swinging grey balls. "You sure about this?"

Jools knelt before him, running his tongue gently across the wolf's nipples as he lowered himself, "I'm sure pup, just go ahead when you're ready," he replied as he buried his snout in the bowl, taking Adam's balls into his mouth, sucking on them gently, with his snout less than an inch from his mates most intimate exit...and entry point.

Adam groaned as his balls were rolled within his mate's mouth. The intense feelings of pleasure intensified by the hot drafts of air being exhaled across his ring as he was about to do something so dirty...so wrong. But was it? Rimming was part of their day to day play when they were younger...this was just a step further wasn't it? He relaxed himself, blushing even redder as he felt his tail-hole flutter, blowing his own exhalation into his mates questing nostrils.

Jools grinned, his crotch throbbing as Adam farted gently, his ears picking up the wolf's puckered skin flexing and expanding a little to allow what was to follow to pass. He couldn't see it, only smell what was occurring as he was in the wrong position, his eyes locked on the knot that was resting, pulsing against his nose horn, watching for the telltales that would force him to move up and take the shaft it was supporting into his maw once again. The wolf's abdominal muscles started to contract as he applied pressure to his bowels.

A tiny splash sounded, echoing around the bowl, the minute sounds of his mates ring muscle parting increasing exponentially along with the delightful scents that were suffusing his nostrils. The sound of toothpaste escaping from its tube filled his ears as a second, much larger splash sounded, tainted water kissing the scales under his chin in reaction. His own shaft was begging him to stroke it, touch it, massage it...bury it. Anything to allow his release, but he desperately controlled himself as a series of smaller splashes sounded, along with more gusts of the sweet, tainted air.

"Jools love..." Adam groaned.

Jools' mind focused on the swollen knot in front of his eyes, noting he was almost too late. He released the wolf's balls, moving quickly to take his mornings milk, but his action was too much, his chins rub on the taught skin triggering the loss of Adam's control. The first few pumps of wolf cream fountained out into the air, splattering on Jools' head and running around his eye-ridges to drip into his open lips as he took the fountaining cock into his mouth, manipulating his knot from long practice with his lips to simulate a tie and prolong his mate's orgasm.

They stayed like that for a few minutes, Adam firing salvos of seed into his mate's gullet while he was still breathing in the scents of his own wastes. He reached down, tracing a claw through the runnels of seed that were plastered to the dragon's forehead and horns, taking them up to his mouth and licking them clean of his own essence as his orgasm wound down.

The last burst of cream wept from the shafts eye in his mouth and he looked up, watching as Adam cleaned him of his own prematurely spilled cum. His need was greater than ever before now, so he released his prize, moving up to take the still seated wolf into an embrace, "Come, or we will be mopping the floor," he said quietly. He lifted him bodily, groaning a little from the strain on his old body, his pulsing cock pressed tightly against Adam's deflating one.

"B...but, I need to clean..." Adam started.

"No time," Jools replied, carrying him over to the shower, nudging the wall tap with his elbow as he passed and turning the water on. He turned the wolf to face the wall, moving his tail aside in his enforced urgency as the water started to penetrate the thick pelt on his mates back. He placed his tip at the wolfs still moist entrance, easing it in gently as the ring stretched once again, this time to allow access rather egress.

Adam growled deep in his throat as the dragons cock eased itself into his so recently voided bowel. The walls were still sensitive from manipulating his waste outwards, and his muscles were fighting what they perceived to be something that violated their inbuilt prerogatives. His shaft started twitching again, the blood refilling it as Jools' glans rubbed against his prostate as it passed, inch by inch of his mate's fully swollen shaft slipping in past it in an agonizingly slow fashion. He walked his hands down the tiles, bending more to allow easier passage, his tongue lolling from his mouth until finally he felt his furry balls being kissed by his mates scaly ones.

He was ready to blow again, as Jools bent his neck down and took his scruff into a mating bite, pulling his skin tight against his throat as with a quick, single thrust he started to feel the familiar pulse within, as his bowels were filled with the rich, creamy dragon seed they were so used to by now. His balls contracted, and his knot started to pulse, painting the tiles under his chin with seed he thought he no longer had in reserve, going into an anal orgasm and howling his pleasures out for all to hear as his sphincter milked desperately on Jools' shaft, trying to pull him deeper and deeper.

Jools went into orgasm, his mouth filled with his mates pelt, his nostrils with his scent, and his heart with their enduring love. His balls felt like were in turmoil from having been held at the brink for so long, and his mind was filled with joy as his pup, his wolf went into his second orgasm, his new seed splashing on his feet with the showers water. It was at times like this he wished he could tie, but his own aging physiology defeated his only wish, and his orgasm wound down in less than a minute, his shaft starting its withdrawal into its cavity immediately afterwards. When younger he could last for maybe five minutes after his orgasm, never matching Adam's hour while tied, therefore learning the pleasures of foreplay above all else. His glans slipped free of its second home with a slurp, disappearing from view rapidly, no real taint evident despite Adam's worries.

"Was that enough play love," Adam whispered as he stood upright again on slightly shaking legs.

"It was, I think we both needed that pup," Jools replied as he released the wolf's scruff. "Care to clean me now, as was my original summons?" he said grinning.

"Anytime love, anytime," Adam replied, spinning to kiss Jools deeply before bending and going to his task, pulling the flaccid length of his mate's shaft from its home, massaging the running water into it and its cavity carefully, making sure that it was free of all their combined secretions, and then using a small wire scale brush to tease all the dead and dry micro-scales from where they had been trapping all the dragon's muskiness.

"You didn't mind what we just did...do you?" Jools asked as he carefully washed his chest and shoulders in the water as Jools continued his gentle cleansing of his intimate area. He was not capable of a second wind, despite the pleasure his mates actions were giving him.

"It was different...I will have to switch with you next time and try it the other way before I make my final judgment," Adam replied, grinning upwards. "I would have thought that you bringing me to two orgasms in the same session was enough to tell you that our pleasures were more than mutual."

Jools laughed, ruffling the fur between his mate's ears, "As you wish pup, as you wish...though I think we will be too tired to try for a few days at least!"

Adam laughed, standing and turning his back as Jools started to gently massage fur shampoo into his hair, groaning in pleasure as his mates strong hands manipulated the muscles underneath, easing his own aches and strains.

****

Lance opened his eyes reluctantly...he was so tired. A combination of his age and the mental stresses of the last couple of days were beating him down. He hated the thought of what was about to happen to him at the hands of his family when they saw the books, but he knew he had only been putting off the inevitable now for a couple of years.

Jessica...His errant daughter surfacing with his morning worries. Why did you have to inherit my stubborn streak? James was pliant enough, but then he was late born, and it turned out as bad as a eunuch. His fault again for not settling sooner... Jessica must be fetched back into the household for the Giles family name alone...if only she hadn't vanished with her paramour. College was a mistake, he should never have given in to her demands, but it kept her away from the staff. She could have met someone suitable at Oxford, but no she ended up with a mongrel...Pah.

He scratched at his belly-scales, eyes opening sharply as he realized they were damp and he was suffering from morning wood. Dracos! He hadn't been erect in getting on for two years! What was wrong? Something had to be...or was it? He hadn't got drunk last night; his bladder was full but not pressing. He reached for the pull-cord to summon Malaprop...then hesitated. I am erect, and I am about to summon my gay butler/bodyguard...his mind screamed. He dropped the cord without pulling on it.

Self-manipulation...He pulled the sheets back and sat up slightly, exposing his modest nine inches to the air in the bedroom, gripping them with his hands tentatively. Not done this since I was... well always had a maid around when the need took me...he paused for a second...Heather? No...Elizabeth would never forgive me...Beth. He cocked his head, listening carefully for any sign of life from the adjoining suite. She had gotten in after he was well asleep, and he had not been disturbed by her dressing...Is she still abed? Did she mean what she said yesterday?

The thoughts crossed his mind as he let his shaft flop free again, sitting against his belly. He kicked the sheets off completely and slid off the mattress, his cock refusing to co-operate and it swung down, pointing the way for him as he headed towards the separating door. He placed his ear against it, and hearing no activity he opened it gently, allowing it to swing inwards and reveal the still mounded sheets on the bed, rising and falling gently with his mate's deep breathing. Her tail-tip was just showing, twitching out from under the silk sheets sexily, the folds of silk pinned under her armpits, just covering the enticing rounds of her breasts in the morning light that was peeking through the curtains.

He reached forward to peel the sheets away, uncover his mate in her glory in order to then sate his unexpected need. He could feel his balls itching; wanting to fire a parting shot in a last glorious declaration of his past virility...He stopped. Rape she had called it. Rape. A four letter evil word that he thought never to hear applied to him. She was his. His to do as he wished with...wasn't she? Had she not understood that...or had she? Oh he was a murderer many times over by proxy, but a rapist? No...Yes...Maybe?

He made a decision, "Beth love?" he said quietly, laying a hand on her exposed shoulder scales gently. She didn't stir, just continued her gently snores, oblivious to his presence. "Elizabeth..." he said a little louder, running his fingers over her scales gently, approaching her neck.

She stirred then, her breathing stilling for a few precious seconds before her eyes fluttered open. She gazed up at him for a minute, him not letting up with his gently strokes, her eyes clearing of the sleepy fog that were still filling them, wondering what was going on. The smell of sex was present, tickling her nostrils, and she looked down at his belly, sighing as she saw what was there for all to see. "Morning Lancelot," she said quietly rolling onto her back, still under the sheets. "I suppose you want a hand with that?"

Lance turned away from her for a minute, fighting his temper a little...she should have just peeled her sheets back and welcomed him into her cave...Or should she? "Only if you want to..." he said quietly, not quite believing his own words.

He heard the silk sheets whisper behind him, the draft of them dropping to the floor and brushing against his tail alerting him to Elizabeth's movement. A second later two strong hands dropped on his shoulders, rubbing at them gently as a pair of perfect lips appeared in his peripheral vision..."You mean that?" They whispered as Beth's cheek touched his in a gentle caress.

"Yes," Lance replied quietly, cupping her chin in his hand.

"Then make love to me Lance...make love to me for the first time in our mate-hood," she whispered pulling back away from him and lying flat on the bed again.

He turned then, smiling down at her as he crawled onto the mattress and straddled her, his tip just touching her entrance..."I will try love," he whispered taking a breast into his mouth as his shaft slipped within...

****

Malaprop finished the staircase, then glanced at the hall clock. It was almost noon, and he still hadn't heard from Lance yet, which was unusual. He put the cloths and wax away carefully, and then quietly headed up the stairs to the master-suites. He scratched on the door of Lance's, not getting a reply, so he opened it quietly.

The smell of sex was strong, and he noticed the connecting door between his masters and Elizabeth's was open. He smiled as his ears picked up some low murmurings of pleasure, and he backed out again quietly, closing the door without even the slightest of clicks.

Turning he headed back for the stairs, only to meet Heather on the way up. "Morning Sir, I am just going to fetch the laundry."

Malaprop stayed her with a single hand on her shoulder, "Leave it until they call," he said, "They are not yet dressed."

"Oh I shall dress Lady Elizabeth then," the cheetah said, trying to side-slip the black dragon.

"They are together," Malaprop said firmly holding her shoulder.

Heather looked up at him worried knowing what that meant, usually from having to clean Elizabeth up afterwards. She turned to head back downstairs, "I'll go and get the first aid kit..."

Malaprop stopped her again, "I don't think that will be necessary this time." She glanced at his restraining hand, and he released her, "Just wait for the Lady to call you...Okay?"

"Okay Sir," Heather said, glancing at the closed doors in the hallway. "You sure?"

"I'm sure; just do our laundry first eh. They won't be long, the Lord is too old." Malaprop grinned, and Heather stifled a laugh behind her hand as they both headed back down the staircase, him to the kitchen, her to the utility room to await their summons.

****

Jessica glanced over at Ruth, who was snoring as usual in the train-seat next to her. They were approaching Macclesfield station, having had an uneventful trip. She had booked tickets to Weston in her Dphone as they travelled for the following morning, and then snoozed herself for a while, the alarm on her phone having just woke her up. She was definitely starting to feel the effects of her hormones changing from the pregnancy now. It was weird. She thought that the pill she had been on for years would have been the same, but she had never been short of energy then, sexual or otherwise as Ruth knew all too well. The real thing though was starting to sap her reserves despite the fact that she had conceived barely three days ago. She would have to make an appointment with the doc to make sure she was okay.

She nudged Ruth on the shoulder, and he snorted opening his eyes. "It's time, we are nearly home," she said kissing him.

"Wonder if the window will be fixed," he muttered sleepily kissing her.

"It had better be, the glaziers promised they would be there on Monday. They certainly charged enough," Jessica answered through his lips.

They were rudely interrupted as the train ground to a halt at the platform, pushing them forward into the plastic table in front of them with the inertia of the braking.

""Welcome to Macclesfield. Would all passengers please disembark quickly and efficiently."" The intercom announced overhead.

"You want a cab, or do you feel up to flying home?" Jessica asked grinning as Ruth stood to fetch the luggage.

"Cab," he swung the cases, "I can't fly yet with any weight. That's why I suggested the train tomorrow."

"I thought so," Jess replied nodding as they stepped onto the drab concrete platform. "You going to the office direct, or you coming home first?"

"Home. I want to make sure everything is okay, and I can shift some of the furniture with you so it can be tidied up a little."

"Good thinking, but we must make sure you have enough time to deal with Amy," she glanced at the station clock which was reading twelve thirty.

"In what way?" Ruth asked, winking at her.

"Well you could bring her home if you wish," Jess replied grinning.

"No...I have a feeling that you have a few things planned at the hotel again."

"And what gave you that idea...after all you proved last night that you could be a water dragon as well!" She grinned as a cab pulled into the rank they had walked to while talking. She quickly gave the address to the Dog as he was packing their cases into the boot.

"About that Jessica..."

"I promised Giovanni that I would bring you to meet his daughter unless there was something you disapproved of. We will be together, so it will be just like being with another couple. You should be flattered that someone younger wants to meet with you...after all apart from 'The bitch who shall remain nameless in Australia' all your fun has been with people our age or older."

"And Amy..."

"Amy is only a couple of years younger than us...I am no expert on marine mammals but I got the feeling that Gio is not much older than us. So his daughter must be a teen."

"Then it would be wrong for me to..."

"Ruth, the chances are Giovani educated her in sex when she first started her cycles. The Delphidae do things a little different to us on the land. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't have a calf or two of her own by now. They treat sex as a social, no strings attached activity. They control their own fertility so they only conceive if they want to. From what I read at Oxford, ten to fifteen sexual contacts a day is quite normal between many different pod individuals. Be it with their parents, their siblings, family, or just friends. I would have tracked a pod down before I met you, but I doubted that even I could cope with that!" She grinned.

Ruth laughed, "Well in that case, and if you are sure. I will come down to the sea with you."

"Oh I am sure, it could be fun." Jessica replied as she paid the cabbie when he pulled onto their drive.

The window was fixed, but the lounge was still a complete wreck. Ruth took the cases upstairs to the bedroom, and then returned to survey what could be salvaged. "We will have to replace everything," he said looking mournful and thinking of their bank account.

"Mmm, but it only needs to be with cheap stuff. Just enough to sell the place as you are moving to Warrington office." Jessica mused. "I will be sorry to move out you know."

"I do, we could do another restoration job somewhere else you know."

"No time," she patted her belly grinning, "Wherever we end up, it will have to be fit for occupation with a nursery."

"Where were you thinking of? I know you won't want to lose your client base, so it can't be too far away," he said quietly.

"Somewhere around Budworth or Stretton areas. I want it rural still, and I doubt we could afford Frodsham," she replied, kissing him.

"Well you had better start looking around while you can still fly, and I am sorting out this contract. Let's say seven hundred thousand as a budget with the banks as they are at the moment. But I think a skip would be a more immediate priority." He grinned as she turned to bat him on the ass.

"I will get one ordered for next week. You go and sort that rampant rabbit out!" Jessica laughed, kissing him. "I will be here when you get back with something tasty in the oven."

"You have all I need in the oven right now love," Ruth replied, running his hand over her belly.

She kissed him deeply, "I am so glad to hear you say that love...Now shoo!"

Ruth turned and left, tickling her with his tail as he walked out the door and took to the air, heading for his office. Jessica picked up the mail that was on the mat, sorting through it quickly and picking out the envelope with the fancy calligraphy on it. "I wonder who this is from..." she muttered as she opened it with a talon.

****

Malaprop looked up as the call bell rang in the kitchen. A few seconds later he heard the one in the servants quarters chime as well. It was gone one, so he knew that maybe Lady Elizabeth had been given what she had always deserved for the first time in her life. He smiled, placing the fresh veg that he was about to prepare down on the work surface, washing his hands of soil before heading up the stairs. He bumped into Heather on the way, and winked at her. She smiled back, nodding at the clock, confirming that her own thoughts were now running alongside his. She vanished into Elizabeth's suite as he knocked, then opened the door into the master.

The door between the two was firmly shut again, but Lance was already in his pants and looking at the phone which was flashing away on his nightstand, "Read this for me would you Malaprop," he said politely, a smile actually showing on his face for once.

Malaprop caught the phone as Lance threw it at him, "Jools texted at just gone seven this morning Sir. He confirms that Jessica was present at The Draheal along with the white dragon, Ruth Ruatha. They checked out before he got there this morning though. They were staying as a couple in the gold suite, but their stay was paid for by Overland Express, along with another couple called Felix and Charity Yucsum. He confirmed Jessica's identity from the security pictures that were taken when they checked in. The hotel has no direct forwarding address."

"So Jools missed them again then?" Lance muttered.

"It appears so Sir. But they must have left very early."

"So it seems... Oh well, another cold lead then," Lance said, heading towards his bed and pulling on an over-robe without asking for help. "Hang on a minute, did you say Overland paid for their stay?"

"That is what Jools said, Sir." The black dragon replied, placing the phone on the stand again and moving the robe over his master's shoulders and wings.

"Mmm, doesn't Arthur, Gertrude's kid, hold shares there...that's why we use them all the time for the personal mail isn't it? I can see why Jools warned me against upsetting that boat."

"I believe he does."

"Good, send him a note asking him to find out why Overland paid for the stay, what position this Ruth Ruatha holds in the company, and where he has listed as his home address. We can work from there." Lance said, brushing Malaprop's hand from his shoulder and turning.

"Do you want me to do breakfast first?"

"Yes, but I would say it is lunch," Lance replied smiling. He left the suite wearing nothing but his robe.

Malaprop could almost swear that he heard a whistle, but he shook his head in disbelief at the thought. The very fact that Lance was happy made his, Owen's and Heather's life that bit easier for now. He quickly stripped the bed, noting a small damp patch on the top sheet as he did so, bundling everything into a ball and placing it in the laundry hamper ready for Heather to collect. He almost wished he dare take a glance into the adjoining room, but he was sure that the cheetah would tell him if something was up.

~~~~

Heather entered Elizabeth's suite, the smell of sex was almost overpowering in the enclosed room, and she headed towards the windows and drew the curtains. "Open the glass Heather, the room needs to air a little," Elizabeth called from the bed where she was still lying, her damp, sweat stained top sheet just covering her midriff.

The cheetah did as bid, "Will you require the first aid kit Elizabeth?" she asked, tapping her nose to indicate that she knew that an act of intercourse had taken place.

"What? No," Elizabeth answered smiling, "Lance...was gentle this morning. I actually took some pleasure from the act. It is a shame nothing will come of it, as it was a result of love for the first time I think," she continued dreamily.

"That is good, ma'am. When Malaprop stopped me from bringing it up, I was still not sure after all the previous occasions."

Elizabeth looked up at her faithful maid, "Thank you for thinking of it anyway. I do need cleaning up a little as usual, but he actually gave back something today, rather than just taking."

The cheetah nodded, and went to fetch a hand cloth from the en-suite, running under the hot water until it was soaked through. She returned to the bed and Elizabeth peeled the sheet off herself, revealing the usual damp patch on the mattress, and a milky slime all over the base of her tail and mound. Heather started cleaning the dragoness gently, mopping it up until the scales shone again, then dipped within her vent to ensure no further leaking occurred.

Elizabeth drew a breath, a lingering warmth flushing her slightly as the cheetah's gentle fingers probed her, "You alright Elizabeth? You sure you don't need the first aid kit?" Heather asked concerned.

"No...It's just some of the fluids are not his for once...and they are not my blood either as you can see. I am still a little sensitive. I think I actually orgasmed for the first time today, but I am not sure," Elizabeth paused for a few seconds, "What does it feel like with Owen?" she asked.

Heather flushed, "I...I...Well it sort of makes you warm and full of pleasure...You flush and you feel your vaginal muscles contract and spasm around whatever is inside it at the time, and if it is a full one, you sort of see a pink haze. You also leak fluids if your body is designed that way. In a feline's case, I would ovulate if I were not on the pill, so as to ensure my partners seed would take."

"Then I did experience one I think," Elizabeth replied as she sat up and slid off the bed. "I think I would like to again at some point, if Lance is ever up for it again."

"You do not need a male present, Elizabeth," Heather said, then put a hand over her mouth, blushing at her forward comment.

Elizabeth smiled, "I assume you mean self-stimulation?"

"Well yes, but you can do it with other females as well...If Jessica comes back, ask her."

"You mean my daughter is..."

"No, but she is definitely bi-sexual. Just because she was caught with the kitchen boy all those years ago, it didn't stop her playing with other staff members, including the other maids when she was home from the boarding school. She never approached me, as I served you directly, and was therefore risky ground...though I wouldn't have refused. You know I spent the odd evening with James as he was maturing, don't you?"

"I was aware of my son's exploits, yes. I did not know that Jessica was that way inclined though..." She scratched her head for a few seconds. "You are a few years younger than me Heather, I assume as you mentioned you are still taking the pill that you are still in cycle without it. Are you not tempted to have children of your own?"

"Well yes, but it is too late to form a relationship now...Serving staff do not have children when they are employed. It was one of the first things I was taught in schooling."

"What of Owen?"

"Owen...but he is only comfort...Someone who understands what a life of service is like..."

"And that is not enough for you? Should you choose to have children, I would see that Lance and I continue to sponsor you within our service. It would be nice to hear a child's laughter again within the manor."

"I...I..." the cheetah stuttered.

"Discuss it with him dear, he can only say no. But somehow I doubt he will. Now I need to dress, or I will be late for the lunch that I am sure Malaprop is preparing for Lance and I as we speak." Elizabeth said, changing the subject.

Heather nodded, fetching a loose gown from the wardrobe, and stood as the dragoness stepped into it, buttoning up the back quickly and efficiently before smoothing the fabric.

"Heather," Elizabeth said formally as she turned to the door.

"Yes ma'am," the cheetah replied.

"You may show me what an orgasm is one evening if you wish...That is a request, not an order," the dragoness said as she left the suite.

Heather smiled to herself, turning to strip the bed down to the mattress cover, using another cloth to wipe the impermeable fabric dry of the sexual fluids that were sitting upon it. After the first few mattresses had been thrown out having been soaked in Elizabeth's blood after Lance's rutting, the cover had been installed to prevent further wastage. "It would be my pleasure...ma'am," she muttered to herself, thinking of how she was going to approach Owen with her proposition.

****

Ruth landed on the steps in front of his office building, greeting the security guard and concierge on reception before heading upstairs to Overland's suite. Amy was sitting at her desk, dressed decently for once and taking into the phone. She beamed at him, holding a hand with two fingers up to indicate that she would be with him in a couple of minutes, before he headed into his main office and took his seat, switching the computer on and grimacing at the size of his in-tray.

He had kept up with his emails via his phone while away from the office, but the pile of paperwork and quotes that Amy had generated for him to authorize while he was in London was a good inch or so deep. He would have to clear them before going home so that Jones wouldn't have too much trouble when he came in to cover his break.

Amy came in a few minutes later, taking a seat opposite him in the client's chair, rather than trying to perch sensuously on his, much to his surprise. "Afternoon Ruth. I just closed a quote on transport for Automaton Integrated who ship around fifty thousand a year out of Buxton. The transit manager came in on Monday after their existing courier dropped a machine, breaking it irreparably."

"And they have agreed to our rates without meeting a manager?" Ruth asked, scratching his head puzzled.

"Well...err...We have a good reputation..." she hesitated, going a little red.

"Go on...or should I guess?" Ruth asked grinning.

"Well, the manager who came down...he erm...was a stoat. I entertained him last night as he caught me unawares when he arrived without warning on Monday. The meeting was mutual, and when he left my flat, he said he was going to get the go-ahead from his Director. That was him on the phone. I am to send the contract over to him with your go-ahead, and they will start shipping with us next week." Amy turned away embarrassed.

Ruth started laughing, thinking back to Jane's words. "Well done Amy. The couple of days I spent in London at head office opened my eyes a little to some of the sales teams exploits. You are not to do what you just did again unless you are entirely happy about it...but it seems that it is a perfectly acceptable way to curry favour with prospective clients that I didn't know about. I was not expecting to find examples of it going on outside of the city though. Get the contract together, and I will sign and authorize it. If you kept your receipts from last night, put them on expenses."

The rabbit sighed, "I wasn't sure how you would take it, after all the warnings you gave me over my appearance and habits in the office..."

"You were lucky that the client that showed up was understanding...What exactly did he catch you doing?" Ruth grinned as Amy flushed again.

"Nothing Ruth...security rang up ahead of him. However the air-con was down and my scent couldn't be hidden."

Ruth laughed again, "And I gather that he was more than receptive to it. Was he satisfying for you?"

"Oh very, but not as good as you. I may even entertain a few more evenings with him if you are out of bounds still..."

"I am out of bounds until you get a permanent partner Amy. Jessica has decided to start swinging a little. Even then though, it is up to her who she invites." Ruth replied seriously. "Thank you for the compliment by the way."

"How did your trip go?" Amy asked nodding and changing the subject.

"Very well actually, Overland has been given the option on the contract, and the Australian representative is arriving over here next week to sign; that was why I have been in London for a couple of days. I will be moving offices to Warrington to train under, and then replace Felix when he retires next year as Northern will be handling most of the traffic. It will also be relocating nearer to Liverpool when a new, custom built site is located and completed."

"But what of this office and me?" Amy asked, looking worried.

"Oh this one is too important to shut, and may end up handling some of the current Warrington offices clients if I get my say. As for you...I would like to offer you the chance to remain my personal secretary, working alongside the sales team at northern." He smiled as her worried look became a beam.

"But I accept of course..."

"There is one condition though," Ruth interrupted her, "I am resuming my holiday with Jessica tomorrow. Jones is going to be back here covering until I return. I don't want any repeat of last time, or I won't be able to still Felix's hand in regards to your position in the company. Dress as you are today, and keep yourself demure when you are around him or the decision will be made for me."

Amy nodded, "I will try Ruth..."

"You will do more than try Amy. I suggest that if he is agreeable, you invite your new friend over to 'sign the new contract' in person...So to speak. But don't tell Jones. He is rather conservative in his values as you found out."

"Very well, I will get the contract written up and send -Andre- an invite via email. He is mated with kits, so nothing permanent can come of our fling, but he was well practiced. It will keep my hormones under control anyway." She stood, straightening her skirt a little and left the office.

Ruth grinned as her cotton tail had hooked the knee length skirt up, and with every step she was inadvertently flashing her pert ass cheeks at him. He turned to his in-tray, pulling out the pile of A4 and started to methodically check them over one by one. They were all in order, but then Amy had not messed up before which was why he had fought to keep her. All he needed to do was check the figures, ring a few clients who were late in their payments, and send a few gentle queries to a few companies whose shipping figures had dropped off without precedence. He arranged a meeting with one, when he pried the information out of a warehouse manager that they were trialing a rival. Discounts may have to be offered to keep them. The wage sheets showed up an anomaly on the claimed hours, and he pulled up the weather and wind reports from the previous week to check, frowning a little.

Amy reappeared with the new contract, and he signed it after a quick scan over. "I am leaving a note for Jones, but could you call Charlie in for a chat please when I get back. His flight speeds were down on the Scunthorpe and Teeside runs he did last week. They are not the first runs he has underperformed on and I want an explanation. Give him only short trips until it is cleared up."

"Will do Ruth. Anything else required today...Andre has accepted my invite." Amy replied jotting the note down to stick on her computer screen.

Ruth grinned, "No, you go home and make yourself respectable...or not as the case may be!"

Amy giggled, "Will do," she called over her shoulder as she left the office, flashing her ass at him again. Ruth sighed. Working with the highly sexed rabbit had its advantages, but it also tended to cause issues with his conscience.

He closed his computer down, glancing at the clock which told him was late, but then Jess wouldn't be surprised as he was catching up. He quickly wrote the note over Charlie, asking Jones to keep an eye on him, but not to do anything as he would deal with the young dragon when he got back. Sometimes it took another avian to understand an avian's problems, so as Charlie had not had any official warnings before, it was up-to him to interview him over his unexplained tardiness.

Gathering the paperwork together, he stacked it neatly and carried it through to Amy's desk, placing it in her in-tray for the rabbit to file away or send to the accountants at Northern. He flicked the lights off, and locked the suite's door, nodding at the security guard on the buildings reception as he left.

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Jessica grinned as she read the invite to the garden party from Geraldine. It was nice to see hand written cards these days, rather than the impersonal emails that often substituted them. She knew it was likely written by Lawrence, but it was nice all the same. She checked her diary, noting that she was free, but as the invite was for both her and Ruth, she would check before accepting.

The rest of the mail was just statements from the gas and electricity, junk and fliers. She binned the latter in the recycling bin and filed the others, leaving the invite card on the hall table so she wouldn't forget about it. The kitchen was empty, but it wasn't worth going shopping as they were off again in the morning, so she decided that takeaway was a better option than cooking for the evening. She nipped outside and checked the side shed, grinning as the huge, plain brown paper wrapped parcel she was expecting had been left in the usual drop point. She collected it and took it upstairs quickly to the bedroom that she used for storage of her samples and demonstrators.

Using a talon, she unwrapped it quickly, snicking through the tape without tearing the paper. The box inside was emblazoned with the seven pointed star logo, formed of different real-life cocks ranging from a rodents to a dragons. She grinned, it never failing to amuse her as to what the mailman would think if the packaging was damaged in transit. Carefully opening the box, several smaller ones packed in poly-foam chippings were revealed, one noticeably larger than the others.

She placed that one on one side for the moment, before opening and checking over each of the other items, ranging from live vibrators, PVC and faux leather straps, a couple of outfits, and of course the silicone cock models her clients had ordered through her email in the time since the last sales party. She grabbed a slim line gold vibrator from her stock drawer while she thought about it, and slipped it into her carry pouch to replace the one she had given Paul. One of the larger boxes revealed the re-ordered strap on assembly for Hermione, so after checking it over, she repackaged it and wrapped it in the paper from the outer box, writing her name on it and then sent an email to the otter saying she could collect it from the side shed whenever she was passing before her holiday. It was interchangeable with all the dildo's the company sold, so as she had been a regular customer, Jessica knew that Hermione needed no further attachments to go with it...at least until she returned!

The big box contained her assembly. Unwrapping it carefully, she checked over the, black, heavy gauge, faux leather belt and straps carefully for defects. The chrome buckles shone in the light, along with the stainless steel threaded bolts that protruded from the adjustable crotch...two on the inside, one on the outside. She had ordered hers with the spiked tail ring as well, for added sensation, and it reflected the bulbs luminescence through its inch long, conical crystal prisms in a series of tiny rainbows. They could be worn prism side in for pain play, or prism side out for basic mistress play.

She stripped her travel clothes off, standing naked as she considered what toys she would take with her for her trial with Ruth. For herself, she picked a model canine cock, medium sized with knot for her now smaller than usual vagina. The eight inches should fill her satisfactorily. She then took an equine, flared one from the draws, also medium, but ten inches long for her ass. She grinned as she thought of the double stuffing that she was going to give herself in a few minutes. Her hand hovered over a twelve inch long cock and balls that was modeled on dragon. It was almost identical to Ruth's member, only a little longer, and slightly slimmer. She couldn't take it vaginally, even without her pregnancy, but it was still one of her favourite demonstrators. Would it be too much for his first time? She considered her tail tip, which she knew he had taken before, and scrapped the idea, taking an eight inch long stags cock from her selection instead. It was slimmer, but still ensured his prostate would be reached.

She screwed them onto the crotch strap carefully, ensuring they were tight, and then stepped into the belt, fastening the tail ring, prism side out tightly against her ass, clipping it on. She covered the equine member with lube, and slipped it, moaning as she did so into her ass, adjusting the crotch strap until it pulled tight onto her tail. She then plunged the canine cock into her pussy in a single smooth movement and took up the slack between the two, pulling the whole assembly tight to the main waist belt. Every-time she moved, electric shocks of sensation transferred between her pleasure centres causing her to gasp, and she realized just how thrilling it must have been for Amy to have worn the smaller one in the hotel.

She picked up the stags cock, and screwed it onto the remaining stud, situated between the two dildos that were buried within her. It hung slightly lower than where a natural cock would be, but it ensured that as it flexed the strap that it was attached to, it would transfer the sensation to both its buried counterparts evenly. Slowly she waddled into the bathroom that was set up for filming and test drives, groaning as the cock that was her protruding from her midriff caught on a door frame, nearly causing her to orgasm.

She opened what masqueraded as the airing cupboard, and pulled out the belly bench, placing it on the tiles carefully. It was a generic male model with a single angled stud mounted from its surface. It was designed for females to mount their toys if they wanted to play without using their hands. Most importantly for her though, it also came with a false asshole and vagina for the more adventurous clients like Hermione to practice their aim on. She paused, thinking for a second, then set the camera tripod up carefully, fixing it so that it was at floor level looking up at the bench from underneath. She took a few deep breaths and then switched it on, straddling it. She might as well make a video of her trial...she could get her money back if it was accepted!

Gripping the benches false shoulders, she plunged her false stag cock into the asshole with a flick of her hips. She gritted her teeth, as the motion twisted the crotch strap, shifting the dildos inside her against her anal G-spot and her clit simultaneously. She couldn't hold it and went into orgasm, dripping fluids onto the cameras waterproof lens as her holes tried to milk the silicone. The aiming was easier than she thought as her mind cleared and she withdrew, the motion threatening to throw her over again. "Control yourself girl....Control yourself!" she chided.

She started a steady rhythm, closing her eyes as she imagined Ruth was under her. Should she mount him like this first, or should she go for a belly to back, feral position? She went into a second orgasm before she could decide. It was extraordinary...he could give her this type of pleasure when he double penetrated her with his shaft and his tail, but the thoughts that he was in her, while she was in him made her imagination run wild and her drive switch into over-drive...just like when she was a horny teen. A third orgasm washed over her, the straps being pulled tight against her scales with her peristaltic tugging on the dildos within her. Enough was enough; she could not go on if she was to please him later. He had held back from Jane this morning so as to be able to give her his all tonight...it was only fair that she had something to give back. She was worried that her pregnancy would slow her down...make her unable to satisfy him. She had to monitor her solo playtime, so she could always be ready and receptive if he wanted her.

Gently she pulled the stag's cock free from its aperture in the bench, shuddering as a fourth orgasm tore through her exhausted body. She unclasped the buckle from the belt and let the pressure ease from the cocks. Waddling over to shower enclosure, she squatted and pushed, squeezing the one in her ass free as if passing waste, she was too tired to fish it out with her hands. It slipped free and, stepping on the strap, she straightened her knees while the one in her pussy slurped noisily as it dropped to the tiled floor. The tail ring was next and then she let the whole assembly drop free, tangling up like a pile of over endowed black snakes in a mating frenzy.

She giggled to herself at the absurd thought, flicking the shower control on to maximum temperature, standing under the frigid water until it rose to nearly ninety degrees, sluicing the copious amounts of fluids off her scales that her body had emitted. She held onto the taps, supporting herself until the water did its job and partially revived her. The room was a mess she observed through the steam, but she couldn't spare the energy to tidy up now. She bent, picking up the tangle from between her legs, straightening it out and unscrewing each of the cocks; sterilizing them under the showers scalding flow. She made sure the belt and tail ring were clean of her sexual release before flicking the tap off with a sigh.

The big clock in the hall struck three, making her jump. 'Surely it was later than that?' she thought to herself. It would give her time for a snooze though. Bugger the washing, she and Ruth had enough clothes to keep them going until after the weekend. She wiped herself down quickly, grabbing her pouch after laying the toy assembly out on the belly bench to dry, and headed into their master bedroom and sprawled on the bed, just having the presence of mind to set her alarm before she dropped into a deep slumber.

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A couple of hours later she awoke, feeling a little fresher as her alarm buzzed at her. Ruth could be home anytime, so she had to make an effort. Quickly she opened their cases, throwing everything that they had worn into the laundry hamper and pressing it down until she could close the lid! She quickly placed her purloined cosmetics from The Draheal in the en-suite, before selecting four or five outfits for each of them from the depleted wardrobes, packing them neatly with changes of underwear where applicable. She then dug up Ruth's swimming shorts that were buried at the bottom of his sock drawer, having not been worn for a few years. She hoped they still fit him, but then realized that he would not likely to be wearing them much anyway. She giggled to herself at the thought again. He would be like a giant white rubber duck, floating around at the dolphins every whim. She hoped that Giovanni's daughter and the pod would be gentle with him.

She tipped her case out on the bed again and went to fetch her new toy from the bathroom, packing it back into its box and placing it the bottom of her case with the dildos. She chucked the golden vibrator in there again, and a couple of other play things just in case. She wasn't going to take her toy-box this time. She wanted Ruth to herself and the dolphins, though she guessed that she would have to talk him into a night with Harry and Alice as she had promised on the phone. She hoped her sex-drive would hold up, and she was unlikely to need relief on her own as Ruth would always be with her...even in public.

She heard the door close downstairs and she quickly repacked her case, covering the evidence of her intentions up efficiently as Ruth's tread was heard on the stairs. He stuck his head around the door as she flicked the clasps shut, turning to greet him.

"You ready for me already?" he asked raising an eye-ridge.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "I am ready whenever you want love."

"It's only that you don't normally greet me naked!" Ruth laughed as she looked down at herself. She actually blushed, which made him nearly double up in mirth. "What have you been up to...I didn't see anyone escape from the windows, or should I check the wardrobes for hidden suitors?"

Jessica chucked a pillow at him, joining him in his laughter. "You might find a silicone suitor somewhere, but I was very tired and took a nap. I forgot to get dressed again before I re-packed the cases. There is nothing in the kitchen and I couldn't go shopping before you came back. What do you want as a take out?" she asked as she slipped a dressing gown on to cover up again.

"I could just dine out on you love...now we are alone again."

Jessica smiled and walked over, kissing him deeply as her stomach rumbled, "Much as that sounds delightful, my body is telling me no. I am feeding four now, don't forget."

"Speaking of which, when will you need to start taking calcium supplements?" Ruth asked through her lips.

"I don't know...I plan on going to the doc's on Tuesday when we are back. Tell him our situation and make sure that I can fly to Australia with you if you want me to accompany you for the set-up. Get my diet sheets etc. I want to make sure I do everything I can for our children while I am carrying them..."

"Ah ha," he kissed her again, shutting her up by tracing her lips with his tongue, "I don't think we need to panic just yet. You are healthy enough. What do you fancy tonight then?"

"Just get a Chinese in, I don't want anything spicy."

"I will fly down for our usual then," Ruth replied, running a talon down between her breasts and making her shiver, her heartbeat racing under his gentle gesture. "Go put a couple of plates in the oven."

Turning, he left the room and walked down the stairs with a grin, launching himself stiffly skywards again in to the evening air. Jessica slowed her heartbeat again, almost skipping downstairs to put the plates in a low oven. She then set the table with a couple of candles for effect, and grabbed a bottle of Champagne they had been saving from the cupboard, thinking it could act as a special occasion. The first night they had spent alone since the good news.

At a loose end, she went back upstairs and carefully cleared up all the packaging that was all over the place. She picked up Hermione's gift and carried it back down, going outside to put it in the side shed for collection.

A flapping of wings sounded behind her, and Ruth landed. He had a carrier hanging from one hand, a box of chocolates in the other, and a red rosebud between his teeth. She burst out laughing, linking her arm through his elbow and he led her inside like a moonstruck teen, the door closing behind them with a click of the lock. She was glad she had held back a little earlier, the night was every bit as good as she could dream of...