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"Hey. Cal, c'mon! Wake up! You're hoggin' the couch, man!"

A heavy wolftaur laying across a broad couch groaned, the small human female prodding him in his withers with her foot.

"Wake up, you lazy nutsack! I wanna sit down!"

Calloway struggled to open his eyes, every muscle in his body protesting at the sudden return to consciousness. He was draped over the arms of the living room couch, stretched out to his full fifteen foot length, not counting the fluffed-out tail laying listlessly between his hind legs, hanging over the edge with them. "There's other chairs, woman. I'm sore, don't make me move!" he whined, crossing his arms over his eyes and burying his muzzle into the cushions.

Allie grumbled and just stared at the lupine before her, a bowl of cereal in one hand and the remote to the T.V. in the other. "You BROKE all of the other chairs, Cal. Now you get up, or I'm gonna sit on you."

Cal grumbled incoherently, laying his ears back, but that was all she got from him. She sighed, putting the cereal down on the coffee table and slowly climbing her way up and over the lazy wolftaur, sitting daintily atop his haunches, reaching over to pick up her cereal and turn on the TV. "Fine, lay there like a lump." she huffed between a mouthful of cereal. Cal lifted his head groggily and craned it around to focus on the woman now sitting on him, most undignified for someone of his house and class.

"Your bedside manner needs some work, Allie. You'd treat me like a common cushion?" he groaned, barely focusing on her. She was wearing a pair of spandex shorts and a sports bra. Must have just come from her morning exercise, because she was still a little sweaty. And on him...on his freshly-washed fur! "You're gonna make me stink! C'mon, get offa me! Please?"

Allie shot him a glare that could melt glass. "It's not MY fault you decided to pound a bottle of ethanol, dumbass. I tried to stop you. Now you pay the price!"

Cal's eyes squeezed shut, dropping his head back to the padded arm of the couch. "Why did I do that again?" he whimpered, his head throbbing. Everything was just...horribly bright. "What time is it?"

"Eight-thirty!" she mumbled around another mouthful of cereal, eyes focusing back on the morning news. "And you did it to impress some cute little four-footer. Hell of a job, too. I know if the guy trying to woo me proceeded to smash three tables in the bar, then throw up on the bartender, I'd have probably swooned right there." she chuckled, flashing him a thumbs-up. "Classy, dude. Real classy. It took me an HOUR to get you this far. Would have left your dumb ass there and got the car, if I didn't think you'd wander off at the first chance you got."

"Such callous words, my dear. Why would you spit such venom to your beloved housemate, and someone of my stature?"

Allie rolled her eyes. "Hey, I don't belong to your court, or your culture. I could give a royal rat's ass about what house or family name you have. As long as you pay the rent, and fix the stuff you broke last night, you won't see my venom for real. So knock off the royal accent; it annoys me."

Cal ducked his head into the cushions and groaned. He'd been living with Allie in a little part of Cali called Greenbriar for almost four years now. Too few people would room a Wolfen, even if he COULD pay all of the rent and buy the land outright. They were just too large for most dwellings, but Allie was different for some god-unknown reason. She had a HUGE house that her parents had left to her, and...really, he didn't know why she'd taken him in. It wasn't like she needed the rent money, and what she was charging him was miniscule for what he got, by anyone's rate. But he enjoyed her company, even on her bad days. She put up with a lot, honestly, and he had a sneaking suspicion she was just as lonely as he was. Oh sure, he could go back to the family estate, but then he'd have to live by those stuffy rules, the protocol, the suffocating atmosphere of always having to pick and choose everything he did and said for the sake of image. Here, that wasn't a problem. Hell, he was sprawled out naked on the couch with his housemate sitting on him... Annoying, but a damn sight better than having to entertain some stupid nobility.

"What day is it? Saturday?" he mumbled, feeling a light pat land on his withers and a chuckle come from the small human atop him. "Yeah. Speaking of which, I need to go to the mall today. You gonna be in any shape to come with?"

Cal sighed and pulled a cushion from the back of the couch, pulling it over his head. "If you'd let me sleep it off, maybe." he growled, letting it resonate through his lower chest as well as the upper, and maybe she'd get the hint?

"Oh shut up and get up, man. A good shower and some breakfast'll do you good." she chuckled, finishing her cereal and sliding off of him, patting his flank as she strolled into the kitchen, a little bounce in her step to put away her dish.

"I can't move..." he whined, going even more boneless with that pathetic puppydog expression plastered across his face, the cushion falling away to land on the floor with a thump.

"Calloway, if you don't wake up, get up, and get your shit together to help me out like you PROMISED, I'm going to use the fire extinguisher on you again." she yelled from the kitchen. "And you KNOW I'll do it!"

The wolftaur shuddered at the memory. That CO2 extinguisher was part of the code in her house, one in almost every room. He'd never once seen her use them for anything but giving him a sudden cold blast when he slept in too long, and he SWORE that's all they were for. "You wouldn't dare..."

Allie's head poked out from around the corner, fixing him with a grin. "I'm gonna go for the nuts this time, fuzzy. Get up, or I will GET you up. You need a shower anyway. Yer stinkin' up mah livin' room!"

Calloway sniffed and bared his teeth at her, something that never had any effect. "Whitlocks do not stink! We would never allow it!"

"Then your Whitlocks need to blow their noses once in a while. You smell like a distillery. Get up, and I'll even brush you afteerrrrr..." she intoned, pulling her trump card. Allie had so many pets over the years that she'd learned every single way to calm down or control a canine, and sadly, it carried over to the Wolfen. Many an indignified moment in his history had come about because Allie pulled some dirty trick on him and went for the nerves behind his ears, turning him into a puddle of wolftaur. But she could brush him out better than even the attendants at his family estate!

"Fine...fine...okay..." he grumbled, grunting softly with the effort of getting all four paws under him as he rolled off of the couch, catching the arm with his hands and getting himself upright.

"Good boy. C'mon upstairs, I'll help you wash up." she chuckled, slipping out of the kitchen and heading up the stairs ahead of him, popping open the double doors to the bathroom. When he'd first moved in, he shuddered at the thought of trying to fit in a small tub. His fears were unfounded, however. Allie's parents had invested in an absolutely huge bathroom, complete with a gigantic shower that had about sixteen nozzles all around it. Allie was honestly thankful that Wolfen only had to bathe once a week at most, assuming they didn't get covered in daquiris or other drinks at a bar. The water bill would have been hellish otherwise...

Allie pulled her top off as Cal got into the bathroom, letting her C-cups bounce merrily on her chest for a moment. Most people found the mostly-hairless human species a little bit of a put off, but when they took care of themselves like Allie...Cal couldn't help but sneak a few glances, taking a longer stare as she bent over to pull her shorts off, the lycra peeling away like a second skin. He had to keep himself from murring his approval aloud, eyes wandering over her lithe, powerful form forged from hours of martial arts practice and skin deeply tanned from hours sunbathing atop the house. He grinned, his tail swishing a bit and headache receding moreso. He doubted she'd ever let him take her to bed, or to the floor, or anywhere for that matter, but he didn't really mind. The view was more than enough if you could appreciate the symmetry, the way the muscles played together under the skin.

"Okay scooter, in." she said, sliding the glass doors open and motioning in the large taur, slipping in after him, shivering a little bit as she set the temperature for the water and waited for the valves to measure it out. A second later, a hot, soft rain began pouring down on the both of them, Allie leaning over and starting to work the warm deluge through his fur with her hands, a little impromptu massage almost. Cal just rested his head against the warm tiled wall, hands at his sides, leaning his sides against the wall as well, like a tired horse in its stall. It never ceased to amaze him how well she would work over a physiology she didn't even possess. He never even noticed when she started spot-shampooing him, the kneading just continuing on in his drowsy, hungover mind. But he DID notice when she came around to his front, having to reach up and press against him to soap up his chest and shoulders. Those firm breasts pressing into his stomach bringing him right back to where he was, and making him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut. It simply wouldn't do to be caught in that state by Allie. He doubted she'd be mad, but he'd never hear the end of it.

"Cal? You okay?" she asked, stopping her shampooing when she noticed his face.

"Mmhmm! Yes...great..." he mumbled, exerting every ounce of his will to force himself back to a calmer state. She nodded and grabbed one of the movable heads, angling it to spray across his chest, moving it left and right to get all of the shampoo out of the large Wolfen's fur. She smiled, watching his expression. He always seemed to love his showers, but she always had to help him too. Honestly, she was surprised he hadn't tried a single move on her yet when she was in such a...compromising position so often. She'd caught him looking her over more than once, so she knew he had some interest, but never called him on it. For all his bluster and talk, and that wonderfully muscular build all Wolfen seemed to have, he really was kinda shy, and she just found that too damned cute. Besides, he was so fun to tease...

Cal felt something press on his stomach, and lowered his head and looked down, seeing Allie arched under one of the sprays, making sure to get every last inch of her rinsed down, her hand resting low on his belly for support. The sight caught him by surprise, a low murr slipping from his throat before he choked it off, tail tucking firmly between his legs, praying that she didn't hear that. But she did, the spreading grin on her face proved it as she pushed her hair back, looking up at him with a cocked eyebrow. "Like what you see, puppy?" she asked, a little challenge in her voice.

Cal averted his eyes, ears folded back smartly against his head. "Huh? I was yawning." he lied, forcing his tail to relax. "Uhhh...huh." she chuckled, reaching up and gently scratching beneath his chin, making his nerves twitch and his back leg lift and kick a little bit. "Aaaaliiiee...Stop...thaaaat!" he groaned, wrigging back away from her hand with an indignant huff. Allie just grinned at him, cutting the water and squeezing her hip-length hair out. "Allright, lemme get out, shake it off, and I'll kick on the blow-dryer." she said, sliding open the door and slipping out, making sure to add a little extra sway in her hips, feeling his eyes on her the whole way. Cal almost whimpered, catching himself again and silently cursing himself. She'd heard him, and now she was gonna tease him until he couldn't look her in the eyes. His thoughts were momentarily interrupted when the vents below and above kicked on, blasting him with high-pressure dried air, feeling the moisture wicking out of his fur rapidly.

Allie'd installed that system about a week after he moved in and had gone straight outside after his first shower, refusing to come back in until he was dry. She'd really felt bad for him, and unbeknownst to him, had called his father. Allie had some money stashed away, but it wasn't that much. The house had been paid for, and she did everything she could to cut costs, keeping the upkeep manageable between her gig at the strip club and her part-timer at the mall, sitting at a kiosk and listening to a headset. His father was more than happy to help and sent a crew to install the system the next day. He'd been simply glad to hear that his son was living well with someone who actually took an interest in his welfare. She actually talked with him for almost two hours, just carrying on a conversation about nothing. She really did see where Calloway got his personality from.

Allie giggled quietly, towelling her hair out and brushing it smooth again, getting out the brush oil and handbrush, waiting whilst the wolftaur dried himself to his satisfaction. Once the drier shut down, she stepped back into the stall, giggling quietly as this tall, dignified Wolfen stood there sternly...fluffed out like a teddy bear.

"I'm glad you find this amusing." he rumbled, trying futilely to pat his fur down. "I hate this part."

Allie rolled her eyes and set to work, gently oiling the brush and starting to drag it through Cal's fur in long, slow strokes. "Oh woe is you." she chuckled, working quickly down one side of his lower body, the wolfen rumbling softly in his chest, almost a purr. She was nothing if not quick and precise with her brush, smoothing and settling Cal's pelt into a glossy glory from the tips of his ears down to the pads of his feet in less than twenty minutes. "Done!" she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Y'look good. C'mon downstairs when you're ready, and we'll head out."

Cal watched her walk out of the bathroom, then leaned his head against the glass door, silently cursing himself again for letting his voice slip. But she was...was what? His housemate, but he'd never felt himself that attracted to her before. Something was new...something was different. He shook his head and padded out of the bathroom, sliding down the stairs and around the corner, down a different set to his room. The ordinances in this part of Cali didn't require him to wear a stitch, honestly, but he refused to leave the house naked. It was simply unheard of in his house, and it gave him an opportunity to look a little nicer, put on those regal airs he'd practiced his whole life. He hated having to do them, but having fun with them was another matter. He chose his favorite set, a deep blue doublet that hung open in the front, trimmed with silver piping and his family seal on the right shoulder, and a matching blue and silver lorrale: a garment made for his kind that fastened around his upper waist with a thick leather belt, ran down his taur-half's spine in a spreading blaze of blue and silver piping, and fanned out to cover his haunches with two large flaps, both emblazoned with his House's crest.

He checked himself in the mirror, making sure everything was settled and proper. Allie had done a particularly remarkable job on his fur this time around; it almost glowed in the overhead lighting. With a smirk, he turned and padded up the stairs, catching Allie as she came down, wearing a pair of jeans with strategic rips high on her thighs and hips, a pair of worn down cowboy boots her father had given her, a simple white cotton shirt that'd been ripped off at her midriff, and a black woven cowboy hat, folded in all the right places.

"I've never seen anyone make trashy look that good." he chuckled, rocking back on his haunches to avoid the playful punch she sent his way. "Hey, if you've got it, flaunt it." she giggled and slipped past him, looking him square in the eye and resting her hand on his abs again, making his ears burn with a blush. She was never this affectionate before, probably wanting to tease him, he thought. But it really wasn't...teasing...He could get used to it, actually. He shook his head clear of those thoughts and followed her out the door.

Thankfully, the mall was only a short walk away, and they passed their time chit-chatting about this and that, until the one subject she hated came up, and Cal just had to press.

"When are you going to quit that strip club?"

She rolled her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Not this again. Why do you care?"

Cal sighed and shrugged. "I just think it's so...demeaning for a person like you to be subjected to a...a...meat market like that! I don't understand why you don't just get another job. I told you, my estate would happily hire you with my recommendation, why not try it?"

"Cal, I like you, man. But I know what your culture is like. Very aristocratic, and I don't fit in well in places like that. People looking down their noses at me just makes me want to start swinging!"

Cal sighed and shook his head. "We're not all that bad. Really, we could hire you on as my personal grooming assistant! I guarantee we could triple what you get working your two jobs, and you'd only have to deal with me!"

Allie smirked. "Yeah, me trapped in a room, alone with you while you're naked. I've seen pornos that start like that." Cal blushed fiercely in his ears, laying them back to hide it. "You know I would never make an unwanted advance on you, Allie. You're a dear friend to me and I..." "Cal, shut up. I was joking." Cal blinked and looked at her curiously. "So why not? I could talk to my father, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to set it up! I've told him a lot about you!"

Allie leaned her head back and peered at the wolftaur padding alongside her. "When did you start talking to your family again? I thought you had some big falling out?" Cal nodded, smiling a little. "We did, but he called me a few months ago. Said he refused to have a wayward son weighing on his heart, worrying everyday where I was, how I was. We talked, and...well, we understand each other a lot better now."

Allie nodded, biting her lower lip. "You moving back in?" she asked, keeping any trepidation out of her voice. She really did like Cal. He was one of the best roommates she'd had since college, and she liked his company...plus, he was cute in his kind's way, and warm to curl up against at night on the couch during a movie, but he shook his head and laughed. "Of course not! You know what I'd have to do if I moved back onto the estate. All the politics, the rules, the etiquette...ugh. Personally, I'll take a lazy sunday lounging around and watching South Park over having to suffer through tea with some spoiled brat of a cousin."

Allie sighed and relaxed a little, and that he DID notice, a little smile picking up the corners of his mouth as they rounded the corner of the mall parking lot. "Okay, and I'll think about your job offer, but just...let it lie for a while, huh? I don't wanna be all indebted to you quite yet." she said, patting his withers and walking through the door, Cal right behind her. You wouldn't be the one indebted, he thought silently, following her through.

The next few hours at the mall breezed by, Allie picking up some CD's she'd been wanting for a while, and a movie for later while Cal simply padded around as carefully as he could, trying not to knock anything over while the store clerk, a young vixen, looked him over. Allie felt a little flare in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy? she thought. No way. Nonono. Not for Cal. She paid for her stuff, feeling that little flare grow a bit hotter as the vixen watched Cal walk after her, her eyes following every move of the wolftaur's body.

"Hey, I wanted to go pick up some new clothes. I need your opinion." she stated, a very matter-of-fact, brook-no-shit tone in her voice. She grabbed his wrist and proceeded to pull him down the main thoroughfare towards a shop that specialized in the more racy..and slightly more expensive clothes. She'd bought a few things from here, and mostly wore them for work, but that clerk eyeballing Cal had really...honestly made her jealous! She didn't even know why she was doing this, but something said she had to see if he really was interested after all...

Cal blinked at her, getting led along at high speed by the human and flicking his ears back a little. He drew in a breath and blinked again...she smelled...combative, almost angry...Dear god, she was jealous! And he was willing to bet it was because of the clerk in the music store! His heart skipped a beat, teeth clamping down on his tongue...did she really honestly feel that strongly about him?

Allie pulled him into the store, nodding at the clerk as she passed by, looking through some of the racks until she found the clothes she was after, and slipped into one of the stalls. Cal was just...confused now. She'd teased him a lot, but what was going on right now. His nose worked overtime, discerning everything he could about the situation. He knew human females got a little more oriented during their cycles, but it was nothing usually this drastic! In fact, over the four years he'd known her, she'd never gone quite this far up the wall. His thoughts were soon interrupted as Allie walked out of the dressing room, wearing...dear god above...

Cal's tongue fell out of his mouth when his jaw dropped, eyes almost bugging out of his skull. He'd never seen her at work; the club owners wouldn't have it, and someone of his standing didn't frequent strip bars, but...wow. Allie stood there, a hand on cocked hip, the other resting on the back of her neck. A black T-shirt that had to be at least two or three sizes too small hugged her torso firmly, the hem of the shirt stopping just past her nipples, leaving the bottom curves of those firm globes exposed, with no bra beneath to hide them. Her midsection had a thin gunslinger-style belt wrapped low on her hips, the twin holster straps (sans holsters) draping over her thighs. Her pants were a real work of art, the insides of the thighs cut out down to the knees, the edges hemmed in leather while the denim formed the barest of bikinis, gripping to her body like a second skin! Airbrushed flames lifted from the cuffs, and mesh flames cut into the outsides of the thighs showed Cal a pair of pants that almost couldn't be classified as pants at all.

"Whaddya think?" she asked, turning to show that the bottom halves of the firm globes of her rear were exposed as well, the missing material inside her thighs travelling up to show almost everything and yet barely meet the decency laws.

"A-allie...well...I...aheh." he stammered. Dear god, he'd seen her completely naked not three hours earlier, and yet...this was just...this topped it, hands down. He had to avert his eyes, and yet, the image still stuck in his mind. His sheath actually starting to thicken a bit, the wolf turning back towards her, eyes roaming hungrily over her body as he took two steps towards her, a soft, possessive growl starting in his throat before he caught himself, forcing his body back under his will again. "It's...certainly fetching!" he said, clearing his throat.

She grinned, watching the whole thing. Her good friend looked like he was about to try and jump her bones right there in the store for a second. That jealous fire in her belly faded, replaced by another kind of flame, sending a delightful shiver up her spine. "I'll take it!" she grinned, handing the tags over to the clerk, along with her credit card. Cal was still trying to just look at her without losing his control.

Moments later, she was walking out of the store, tipping her hat down and smiling inwardly as she led Cal to the exit, emerging out into the warm sunlight. "Hey...my legs are killing me...think I could...um...hitch a ride?" she asked, looking up at Cal and biting her lip. That was not something someone asked lightly, or at all, but somewhere between her little jealous fit, and his display in the store, she'd decided that she was going to settle something with herself tonight, and this would factor in.

Cal cocked his head at her, raising an eyebrow, his distractions momentarily forgotten. Offering to carry was a sign of trust beyond anything else, because he couldn't turn enough to get someone off of his back lest they attack him from that point. It was a true test for him...yet, he trusted her. And then there was the added bonus of actually feeling her against him, something that he was simply dying for right now. He nodded, crouching down so Allie could swing her leg over his back, and he lifted up, raising her up onto his back and proceeded to walk back to the house.

Allie leaned forwards, resting her arms over his shoulders, fingers lightly scratching at his chest as she faked a yawn to add to that tired story. Problem was, it was a little broken as the soft movements of his body between her legs began to get to her, making her shiver a little. Cal grinned, and started to break into a gentle trot, feeling her groin rub firmly against his cloth-covered back. Allie bit her lower lip and let out a soft breath...god, she was getting really turned on now, a warm fire unfolding in her belly again, yearning as she started to dampen the nearly-nonexistant crotch of her jeans.

It felt like an eternity before they made it back to the house, Allie jumping off of his back to open the door, letting him get inside before she slammed it shut firmly. Cal blinked, turning around to find her quickly shucking her jeans and boots, tossing them to the side of the door with her purchases and rounding on him. He backpedaled a little, taken aback by the look on her face as she closed the gap between them. He could smell her arousal, he could see it, and it was really working its magic on him. "Allie...what're you MMPH!" His protest was cut off by the female reaching up to grip his shoulder and pull him down, firmly kissing him, fingernails digging in through the fur. His sheath bulged suddenly, his tail flipping side to side rapidly as his claws started to tick against the hardwood floor, rear paws dancing gently, shifting from side to side as she slowly pulled away and looked up at him.

"Cal...I...Um." she stammered back, at a loss for words for the first time since he'd known her. "God, I need you, Cal. It's been driving me crazy for weeks. It's just...really bad today, and...I want you." she panted, looking up at him with all the hope she could muster in her eyes.

Cal blinked down at her again, his body shifting as the thick red tip of his shaft poked out from the furry prison of his sheath, bulging and growing with each beat of his speeding twin hearts. "...You don't know how long I've waited to hear that." he said, after a moment to process that yes, this really was happening. His arms came down, wrapping around her back, large hands cupping her bared rump to lift her up for another kiss, holding her tightly against him as she shivered. It's like a dream come true...he though, her tongue exploring his mouth as he wrestled back with his own, the scent of her need making his shaft throb as it grew beneath him bulging out wider and longer by the second. "Mmh...You...are gonna make me lose it, woman." he groaned against her mouth, feeling the heat of her sex pressed firmly against his lower stomach, dampening the fur.

Allie smiled, leaning back from the kiss, licking his nose with her tonguetip playfully. "Lemme down." she whispered huskily, dropping down to the floor and slipping over to the couch, looking back at the wolftaur sitting there...and then between his rear legs, that needy-looking cock just bobbing there, already leaking a little trail of clear pre along it's length, glistening. She was already soaked, and she knew it, and looking at him...he looked like he might pop at any second. She grinned, pressing her hips up against the back of the couch, leaning her body over the back to lay her hands against the cushions. She tossed her hair to the side and looked over her shoulder at him with a little smile and a smoky gaze, exposing the soft, puffed lips of her pussy to him, slipping her feet a little farther apart to open herself to the wolf behind her. "Get over here and take care of me." she chuckled, wriggling her upturned rump at him.

Cal needed no further invitation, rearing up and covering her body with his, forepaws landing on the cusions on either side of her hands, his shaft, sliding up against her inner thigh, so hot and thick that she couldn't hold back a low, wanting moan from pulling itself out of her throat, arching her body up against the soft furry warmth over her. One of her hands slipped back and wrapped most of the way around the heavy canine shaft, marvelling at the size of it up close. God, he was huge, and it'd been a long, long time for her..."Be...gentle..." she breathed quietly, knowing damn well that was like asking a bulldozer the same question. Nevertheless, her hand slowly guided the pointed, drooling tip up along her slit, caressing between her spread lips slowly, up and down, savoring how he felt against her before she lined him up with her entrance and gently pushed back, slipping that spearing tip inside her, stretching herself out firmly. "OH!"

Cal's body jerked and shivered with the barely-repressed urge to mount her like a wild animal, his cock throbbing pointedly, a hard little jet of his precum washed from his tip, splashing deep inside her and making her jerk gently on the couch. Slowly, his hips began cycling, gently working his shaft a little deeper into the gripping, tight heat that was urging him on, ears pinned flat and his hands gripping the back of the couch. He was just...amazed at how tight she was, how slick, and how incredibly HOT, his hips giving a small jerk and burying a few inches up into her body, stretching her out tightly and forcing a loud gasp from her. His lips fleered back from his teeth, another firm shove of his hips pushing another two inches into her, followed by another hot jet of his pre deep inside her.

Allie could only wriggle and gasp as he started pushing steadily into her now, sinking inch after huge inch up into her belly, swearing that if she looked down, she'd see her stomach lifting a little. After a few more tense seconds, she felt a thick bulge slide into her, and then the furry collar of his sheath pressed against her lips. But that's not all...another little buck of those fuzzy hips made his tip grind up firmly against her cervix, her body spasming at being filled so completely! "OH...fuck...Callllll!" she groaned out, arching up against him again, her arms wrapping around his forelegs to hold herself steady, her body squeezing around his captive shaft.

The Wolfen growled quietly, the sound resonating through his body as he drew his hips back nice and slow, letting each little centimeter of his girth drag along her walls, and then yoked his hips forwards, burying himself to the hilt inside her once more, grinning as he heard her soft yelp from beneath him. Another slow draw, and another quick thrust, this one accompanied by a soft, wet sound of her body taking him as she grew slicker and softer around him, the sensations almost unbelieveable. "Allie...you feel so...Uh! Good..." he panted quietly up to the ceiling, his hips already having started to thrust in a brisk rhythm, pumping the heavy canine cock firmly back and forth inside her slippery clasp. Allie felt herself rocked into the back of the couch, her breath catching each time Cal's shaft sunk into her and ground on the entrance to her womb itself. Her nails dragged slowly up his forelegs, body bouncing gently against the couch as he began to quite literally fuck her like an animal, his hips bouncing back and forth and his shaft throbbing so nicely inside her, heavy balls swung up to slap lightly against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine each time they hit. It just felt so...so damned good, so right with him finally inside her, and she knew right then what she'd needed all along. Just him....

Cal shivered sharply over her, the fur rising up along his spine, the pace of his rutting increased, thumping his hips into hers and her hips into the couch's back, driving himself even more firmly inside her while she tightened a bit more around him, almost making it hard to move! "A-allie..." he moaned, the female beneath him already started to twitch and stiffen, her hips bucked back into his thrusts to really grind his cock deeper inside her slippery silk, his foreclaws sunk into the cushions to anchor his thrusts. She was gasping, her voice starting to get breathier and higher. It just spurred him on harder, ramming himself deeply into her beautiful form again and again, pressing her down against the couch's back to hold her steady as his knot started to fill, growing wider and harder with each thrust.

"C-cal! Oh god...I..feel that..." she pants, squeezing her eyes shut and pushing herself back firmly, making sure his knot pushed all the way into her each time. "Tie me. Wanna...feel what it's...like." she gasped, gripping his forelegs tighter and pressing up into him as her thighs began to shiver, hips starting to spasm. "God...almost...there!" she breathed, her hips giving one last final backwards shove before her body stiffened completely, a quiet cry rushing from her throat while her sex squeezed tightly around Cal's heavy cock, trying to grip behind that knot and lock him inside her.

The wolftaur shuddered fiercely and pushed himself in completely, grinding his sheath against her lips as his knot bulged quickly inside her, filling and hardening more and more while she came around his length, soaking it and squeezing it, making the wolf whimper and bark. He tugged his hips back gently, feeling a firm tug back from inside her, and that was it...He lost it. His hips started jerking, pumping that heavy knot around inside her frantically for a few long seconds, driving her climax on even harder before he yoked up against her again, hips bucking lightly in a steady rhythm. Allie's head tossed back, her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her jaw dropped. He was coming, and god, she could FEEL it! The wolftaur's cock bucked firmly inside her, again and again, the tip grinding right up against her cervix and jetting the hot, hard streamers of his seed against the tight muscle, pumping it through and into her womb itself, the rest running out to slowly fill her spasming tunnel! It was so hot, and there was so much of it!

Cal's own body was spasming like crazy, almost convulsing with the strength of his climax. His balls pulled tight against his body, pumping gout after gout of his cum into Allie's belly, filling her with everything he had. The pure sensation of it, feeling her body squeezing him and pulling more and more of that thick spunk into her was so intense, his claws curled and ripped at the cushions of the sofa. So much of it, her womb already sloshing and full, and the grip of her sex wasn't enough to hold the lake of his seed in her sex there, some of it running out around his knot to trickle in a hot little dribbling stream along her inner thigh. Allie shook, helpless beneath this huge beast as he filled her up, the surges eventually starting to slow, easing back and then gently fading away, leaving one large, wobbly wolftaur atop her.

"Hahh hahhhhnnn...Allie...god...thank you." he panted, very unsteady on his feet now. "Sssh...s-sokay. Just...back up slow..and lay down..." she gasped back. He nodded, walking his forelegs up the back of the couch and waiting until she was off of it before letting them drop back to the ground again, Allie on all fours beneath him. Cal slowly lowered himself, trying to control his shaky legs and finally falling on his side, Allie getting pulled right along with him. "Oof...sorry..."

She shivered, his knot stirring around inside her was almost too much. She just smiled and curled up against him, wriggling back into the warm fur of his underbelly and chest, pulling his forepaws around her smaller frame. "Don't you dare apologize for anything else for the rest of the day." she breathed, her belly still gently spasming from her climax and from having a weird sloshing sensation deep in her womb, looking up at Cal with an adoring smile.

Cal just grinned and lay his head down, watching her. "I'll be doing enough of that tomorrow morning, I'm sure..." he chuckled, closing his eyes and curling up around her, waiting for his knot to slip free.

And for the first time, he honestly felt...content. It was a nice feeling, he thought, slowly drifting off to sleep....