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This is gonna be great.

Jack laid out the plates, the silverware, the napkins, the wine glasses, and the candelabra with nearly obsessive delicacy. He'd gone online and done some Googling to be sure he was arranging the table just perfectly. It was his third anniversary since he began dating Violet, the girl of his dreams and his best friend in the entire world, and he was damned proud of it. There had been bumps in the road, obstacles to overcome, and things that required some lengthy discussions, but they were still together, and still intimately close. Jack had known his girl since before puberty; how many people could say they'd been with their girl- or boyfriend that long?

Not many. I'm so lucky. Tonight is gonna be great.

That whole day had been fantastic; they hadn't had sex once - an unusual occurrence, considering what a wild and wooly beast Violet's libido was - but Jack knew it was only going to make their encounter after wine, dinner, and dessert that much better. Hell, forget the dessert. Forget the dinner! I could be happy with just the wine and then Violet, Jack thought, grinning a brief and lewd grin, grinding his palms together in an unsavory manner. All day, she had been reassuring him that that night would be something to remember; she teased him through the endless hours with little grinds and playful rubs, not to mention nibbles and gnaws on his neck. She knew just how to make him melt, but at that moment, he was doing it to himself. That perfect body, those long legs, those firm breasts, that beautiful face - tonight will be amazing.

Before he could develop an erection, Jack was yanked out of his daydreaming by the pleasant beep! of the oven timer. The panda made the quick jog across the kitchen-slash-dinette, and he pulled open the oven door. The chicken breasts he had been baking looked and smelled delectable, their skin a supple golden-brown, and they sizzled in a basin of seasoned broth. On the rack above them, cocktail shrimp - already cooked, now just keeping warm - waited in a buttery sauce. Jack pulled out the chicken and the shrimp, set those trays on pads on the countertop, turned off the oven, and checked the egg noodles he'd been boiling on the stovetop. After a glance backwards to be sure Violet wasn't peeking in on dinner, he neatly arranged the meal on the two plates; a chicken breast for each of them, served atop a bed of egg noodles, with butter-marinated shrimp as a side. Such a meal with red wine, followed up by a slice of cherry-cheesecake, was something that Jack was certain would make him prime thoughtful and caring boyfriend material for months to come. He set the plates down at their opposing places on the table, set the wine upon the table, and then he stepped around the corner to call Violet, his face plastered with a grin. Just after he did, he heard the front door unlock, followed by the jostle of the knob, and finally the creak of the hinge, and his heart sank; there was only one other person who could have still had a key to their flat. "Something smells good," Jack heard the familiar voice say, and he winced, stepping around to face the front door. There, he saw Varg, a tall and handsome wolf, and more importantly, Violet's ex-boyfriend turned fuckbuddy. "Hey, Jack. Where's Violet at?" the wolf grinned, brushing right past the panda, ignoring the sullen, deflated look on his face.

Scratch that. I'm not lucky. Not at all.

"Uh, hi, Varg," Jack bleated with an impotent lameness, following after the wolf as he lumbered his way into the kitchen. "Huh, did you cook this stuff?" Varg asked, walking close to the table; he took one of the shrimp, dripping with buttery sauce, and he bit it down to the tail, which he then tossed carelessly into the sink. "Yeah," Jack answered offhandedly, putting his paw on Varg's shoulder, a touch met with an unintentionally angry gaze from the wolf. "Listen, you should probably--," he started, his words cut off when Violet rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen. He was stunned by her appearance, as was Varg; the dress she wore was beautiful, flowing beyond her feet, its' color that of fresh blood - and that was subtly appropriate for her, given her species as a meat-eating sabertooth tiger. The dress showed criminal amounts of thigh, her cleavage similarly overstated by how sinfully low-cut the article was. Each step was a resonating click in heels that accentuated the feminine features of her feet, and, with eyes in amusing tandem, Jack and Varg both inspected the tiger from toes to ears. Varg growled in lust; Jack licked his lips. "Oh, Varg!" Violet beamed, lunging forward to capture the wolf in a tight, far-too-affectionate hug. Jack stood back and just stared with sullen eyes. Violet properly greeted the wolf with a kiss on the cheek, but Varg turned it into a more domineering kiss on the lips; Violet shivered and returned it with not a pang of remorse or apology in front of Jack. "Rrr, god, you look beautiful tonight," Varg rumbled, his strong paws on the lovely tiger's hips, rendered all the more pronounced by the dress that hugged them. "What's with the getup? Something special about today, babe?" Violet merely smiled and blushed; she couldn't bring herself to tell him. She was certain he wouldn't be embarrassed - that wasn't Varg's way at all - but she wanted to spare Jack the patronization. Jack, on the other hand, was so close to letting Varg have it from both barrels, but he couldn't; Varg had the alpha-male dominance, he had Violet's eternal fondness, and he had the bigger dick, so there was nothing he could do but accept it.

Bullshit. Fuck that.

Jack found a shred of dominance, and he wrung it out for all it was worth. "You should leave, Varg," he said, his voice quaking. Violet just looked at him, dumbfounded, as if to say please don't be a hero, I don't want to have to take you to the hospital, but Varg just smiled. Outwardly, it looked very dumb, but his eyes burned with fierce intelligence. "It's our anniversary, Varg, so you should turn around, and saunter back through that door, and leave us alone." He felt liberated and powerful, like a persecuted, coke-bottle-bespectacled nerd that had finally stood up to his antagonistic bully, but his inner celebration was cut painfully thin. Varg did not turn around in preparation to saunter out the door; he clutched Violet's behind, coaxing a little laugh and a purr from her, and then he nodded in patronization to Jack. "Your anniversary, huh? I see. How many years is it now?" the wolf asked with painfully thin interest in his voice, turning and pressing against Violet. He started to nibble and gnaw along the beautiful tiger's jawline, coaxing mrowls and rumbling purrs from the hot pussy; she stroked down the back of his neck with her clawed paws, her motions smooth, careful, and obviously uncaring of Jack's immediate audience. Jack, perhaps so he wouldn't scream or groan, found himself talking, his words monotone and rambling, but devoid of rage. "Three years, this is three years now that we've been dating, and I made this dinner," Jack sighed, while he glanced at the table; the carefully arranged silverware, the wine, the food, the garnish, it was all for nothing. "Three years, huh, wow," Varg answered, his words slurred by virtue of the tiger sucking on his lower lip. "That's a--," Violet smooched him, and briefly swabbed his gums with her tongue, "pretty good length of time." He glanced to Jack, his eyes displaying a callous, cold gleam that Jack was all too familiar with. "Considering how you can't satisfy her at all, it's amazing how long you've been together. Congrats, little man." His voice dripped with false praise and sarcastic teasing, but Jack just slowly nodded, his eyes sunken and sad.

Varg did things to Violet that would've earned Jack a black eye; he squeezed the tiger's ass hard, he took inventory of her swollen breasts in much the same way, and he dominated her maw with his long, canine tongue, a sinfully sweet contrast to the sandpaper rasp of her own. She moaned and melted into the studly lupine's arms, her musk becoming all the more pronounced, and it was fast becoming abundantly clear to both suitors - instinctively to Varg, but more thoughtfully to the deprived panda - that she was in heat. Her musk was subtle over the gentle scent of her perfume, but it was there, and it saw both males sporting erections. Jack's throbbed harmlessly and helplessly in his pants, but Varg's, pressed against the tiger's pelvis, was a sight more threatening. In the confines of his jeans, it bulged and throbbed, drooling with preseminal slime, already bearing a swollen knot. In a steady rhythm, the lupine rubbed his hips against Violet's unprotesting form; he cupped her hip in one paw, a handful of her rump in the other, and he dominantly explored her maw. He knew it more intimately than even Jack did; he knew almost every part of her more intimately, in fact. Only one part of her was alien to him - her behind - which she maintained that nobody had ever had, not even Jack, but it was a lie; considering how blatantly she let Varg have her, it was a wonder she could keep any secrets, but she did.

In the midst of all this benign rubbing, Varg's paw on her hip became far more aggressive, sliding between her slender, but toned body and the muscular bulk of his own. He rubbed down between their hips, and he clutched the needy mound of her pussy, coaxing a sudden, sharp mrowl from her lips, one muffled by the kiss with Varg. Quickly ending said kiss, she wrapped one slender arm around his neck, and she stroked through the red mane of his hair with the other. "O-oh, god," she quaked, turning head head slowly to Jack, meeting his sulking eyes with trepidation and apology. "Jack, baby," she whispered almost teasingly, her voice broken like the throes of puberty as Varg molested her cunt through the dress, "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't help it. I gotta spoil my appetite with a little early dessert." As soft-spoken and emasculated as ever, Jack glanced to the fridge and sighed to himself. "I made dessert too," he said quite meekly, his words inaudible over the renewed sucking and slobbering of their kiss, which he observed after wearily dragging his gaze their direction. He turned just in time to see Varg pull away, but only with his body; he craned his head a little bit so he could keep kissing Violet, and in this space, he unzipped his pants. After he undid the button, he shoved them down to his ankles, and they just beat Violet's knees for the floor. With a hunger that was instinctive, predatory, and sexual in even amounts, she growled, and she gnawed on the briefs-clad bulge of Varg's knotted cock. The feeling of those meat-eating teeth both threatening and teasing his member was exhilarating to Varg, but he wanted more sensual and blunt affection. He reached down and slid his briefs down to join his jeans, thus exposing the pink flesh of his canine endowment to Violet; she didn't pause to stroke, admire, or even remark on Varg's cock. She simply took it past her lips, burying it in the depths of her maw. Varg rumbled with pleasure, and he set a mighty paw on the back of her head.

The sight of Violet hungrily bobbing and gulping was obscene at any rate, but a thousand times more so in that beautiful dress, the one meant for Jack on that special night; he knew she had bought it just for special occasions with him. At the same time as he felt that grief, however, he was incredibly hard, and on more than one occasion, it occurred to him to masturbate; he wished he still had some of the boldness he'd latched onto when he told Varg off, too, because it would have been useful for joining them, but he was doomed to stay on the sidelines. It wasn't hard to justify his arousal, either; Violet was good. With each descent, her lips pressed to the bulk of the wolf's knot, and she smooched it; sometimes audibly, sometimes just barely, but that affection was always there. Using her paws, which were not necessarily delicate yet still feminine where it counted, she palmed the wolf's scrotum, and she squeezed rhythmically on his knot in milking gropes. Varg panted and growled, his tongue hanging out of his maw, dropping tiny globules of saliva into the feline's indigo-accented hair. Jack began to absently paw at the tent of his erection, rubbing it with his palm, unconsciously shuddering and huffing for the show before him. He thought Varg was too involved with Violet to keep belittling him, but in that, he was mistaken, for the wolf slowly and subtly turned his head with a coy smile. "Let me tell you, Jack," he growled, his words only barely amiable, "you don't know what you're missing, being a real man like me. Rrr, god, imagine how good your life would be if women - taken women! - just dropped to their knees to gobble your cock like this." He flashed the panda an unsavory, toothy grin, expecting - maybe hoping - for resistance, but receiving none. Jack lowered his head, and palmed his erection yet harder. "You're a good, understanding, sensitive man to let your girl get fucked the way she needs to, Jack," the wolf snickered, unable to fake the friendliness he needed to give the words that extra bastard bite. "I was under the assumption that the only men who don't care if their girlfriends or wives fuck other guys were queer. Glad to see an exception to the rule..." Varg said, tossing his head back. "I assume, anyway," he added with a dismissive huff, bucking his shaft into Violet's maw; she pulled off with such a start that Jack hoped against all hope that she was about to tell him off and throw him out, but no. "Mmh, Varg, I need more, baby," she whimpered, taking all the wind right out of the panda's sails. She even pawed at his stomach, raking her claws down his shirt, leaving shreds of it. "C'mon then, babe," the wolf rumbled, pulling her to her feet, "let's go test our your bedsprings. It'd be rude to just plow you in front of your boyfriend."

Jack watched them scurry off to the bedroom, and then he took to his seat at the table, where dinner was growing lukewarm. He waited to hear the door slam, but no such noise came. He just heard hurried cries from Violet - Mmh, c'mon, get this damned dress off of me! Now fuck me! Please! - and Varg's lewd responses, all nonverbal, simply delivered as grunts and snarls. And then, moments later, the metallic creak of the aforementioned bedsprings, the rhythmic thump of their bodies coming down together upon the mattress which was audible, but only just, over the wild-cat screams and yowls of the breedable Violet. The panda sighed, and though he didn't think he would cry, he certainly didn't feel happy. Louder and louder, Violet screamed the praises of Varg's thick, pink cock as it reamed her cunt; absently, Jack acknowledged that he'd know when the wolf tried to knot her, because she'd squeal like she was being cut in two. The thought made him smile a little; not the idea of bisecting his girlfriend, but of the noises she made in bed. Jack wasn't the best lover, he knew that, but when he hit all the right spots, Violet made those noises for him; he shuddered at the thought of one such occasion, and he bumped his erection against the underside of the table. "Aah, god," he huffed under his breath before suddenly scooting the chair back. He unzipped his jeans and fished out his erection, and when he had it free, he held it, just briefly gazing upon it. Thoughts of Varg's oversized, knotted dick came to him in full force, but not in a homoerotic sense; it was more like envy and inadequacy. A frantic cry from Violet broke his trance. "Mmh, ooh, gawd, I'm cumming, Varg! Harder! Don't quit now! Don't quit!" Jack shuddered and bit his lip; he started to masturbate right there at the kitchen table, and after a full minute of such self-abuse, he stood, shed his clothes on the spot, and walked into the kitchen, led by the blunt tip of his cock.

He wasn't sure what he hoped to accomplish when he went into the bedroom, whether it was to grab Varg by the ponytail and yank him off of Violet or join in, but whatever it was, he forgot about it the moment he saw the two of them; Violet, down on her back, legs splayed and wrapped around Varg's waist while he pounded away at her, his hips not a quick blur, but just a steady, moderately-paced bulk that crashed down on the feline's comparatively delicate figure again and again. Each time he came down, there was a distinct, lewd squish! or squelch! as his cock rammed into her and his knot pounded against the delicate folds of her cunt. Her juices noisily made way for the great bulk of his cock every single time, sometimes squirting out in a great mess that sullied the wolf's knot and balls, other times simply shifting around inside of her cunt to make more of those lewd noises. It was impossible for Jack to retain any nerve, not when Violet was getting it so hard and so hot from Varg. He wasn't sure if he could ever admit it - definitely never to himself, but maybe to Varg himself - that the wolf was a better man than he was. Not in any sense of nobility or honesty, of course; Jack had him beat there, whatever consolation that was. Varg was simply a better lay. He was much better hung, more masculine, and probably even better looking, rendered more desirable with his ruthless, rugged features than Jack's fresh, cute face.

On the sidelines, Jack watched Varg fuck his girlfriend, and he did so with his cock in his hand; he masturbated slowly, but steadily, intending not to get himself off yet. In some way, he hoped that, by standing and waiting, Violet might invite him to join in, maybe put her mouth to work on him, but she didn't; she wouldn't even open her eyes to look his way, and though she was aware of him, that knowledge didn't stop her grunting and moaning, cries which were fast escalating to denote a second climax that would sully the wolf's loins in that wonderful moisture of hers. Varg spoke over those vocalizations, his masculine voice incredibly natural even at such a volume to defeat Violet's whimpering and cooing. "You sure do know how to treat a girl, Jack," he grunted, glancing away from the hypnotic sight of Violet's bouncing boobs to glare into the panda's eyes; the eye contact made Jack's stroking paw cease, but Varg's hips didn't stop, not even for one second. "Turning her over to a real man so she can get the loving she needs on her anniversary," he grinned, "very sensitive thing to do. You ever think of interior decoration or wedding planning, Jack?" He just called me queer, and he's fucking my girlfriend. Why am I still masturbating? It was a question Jack couldn't answer. Did he like being such a blunt cuckold? Was it arousing to see Violet getting off in a manner so blissful when he knew he couldn't come close to pleasing her so well? Whatever it was, it made him start stroking his cock again, harder and faster than before, even going so far as to start panting. Varg looked away from the panda, nearly, but not quite, content in his dominion and bullying. "With a cock like that," the wolf added with a huff of contempt, "I'd let another guy fuck my girlfriend, too. They say talking in the bedroom is a good thing, Jack - but her saying is it in yet? isn't." He snickered, shot the panda just one more glance, and then he turned his hungry gaze back on Violet. Jack shuddered, and he pawed more helplessly at his cock than before. I hate you so much, he thought, oozing a wad of pre from his tip, but Violet loves your cock. Fuck her harder. Make it good for her.

Jack didn't think Varg was responding to his mental cheerleading, not in the least, but in some unconscious way, he thought that his obvious hatred was something that spurred Varg on; the wolf loved that kind of conflict, the domination that he experienced from strutting into Jack and Violet's flat and having his way with the tiger, right under her boyfriend's nose. He simply enjoyed being a bully, or, as Jack liked to reference him, an asshole, but whatever the case was, he loved that domination, and it only augmented what was already an amazing lay. Harder and harder, laying into sweet Violet with his pistoning, pumping hips, Varg plowed his meat in and out of that tight, spasming pussy, its' walls slick with female juices that mingled with his own preseminal ooze. With every thrust, his fat knot punched firmly against the lips of her cunt, and she whimpered; Varg was very much aware of her frantic cries, the heralds, both verbal and not-so-verbal, for her second climax of the night. It spurred the wolf into a lewd grin, one that proudly showcased his glistening teeth, and just to push Violet over the threshold of her orgasm, he popped his fat knot inside of her cunt. Just as quickly, he popped it right back out; both the entrance and the exit were accompanied by a wild-cat scream from the tiger, an ear-splitting yowl of pain and pleasure, neither sensation entirely clear; rather, they blurred together, but for Violet, that knot was an incredible sensation, something she knew only from Varg. To say that her resulting climax was quick and tame was to lie boldly; for many agonizing moments, the gorgeous feline writhed and whimpered beneath Varg's ever humping body, her tight cunt clenching down and releasing the wolf's meat in rhythmic snatches. With all its' wiles, Violet's body urged Varg to join her in climax, but the wolf wasn't close in the least. Grinning wider than ever, sparing Jack not even a single glance, Varg hunched over Violet, and he made a mental vow to fuck her senseless.

It was a task he got to work on immediately, but not out of malicious intent towards Jack; he just knew what Violet liked, and making Jack feel woefully inadequate was simple a nice side-effect. With his heavy, toned body hunkered down over the prostrate feline, Varg plowed her pussy with every ounce of his strength, forcing in the entirety of his shaft, and unlike before, he included his knot; every time that handsome wolf would thrust in to the hilt, his great, pink knot squeaked past Violet's folds with a noisy shlup!, or a shh-pop!, or one of any other wet, lewd sounds. Just the sight or the sounds would have been bad enough, but Jack could hardly stand the both of them together; blushing a hot red, he masturbated harder than ever. Leaning back against the bedroom wall, he fervently pumped his cock, which oozed a steady stream of slippery pre, and he palmed his balls. He started to think he might climax, and, just briefly, he wondered how much Varg might belittle him then, but distantly, he had a thought along the likes of don't flatter yourself, he's too busy getting laid, and it brought him a strange calm. With a content detachment, he simply masturbated, and he watched Varg work.

Incessantly, Varg nailed that tight, spasming cunt, stretching it wide with his knot, but Violet retained her elasticity well, for she didn't loosen even in the slightest way. It only added to that rough, painful, bittersweet lay for her, the pain just as pronounced and blissful as the pleasure, and it gave her every reason to yowl and scream in such ear-splitting ways. She raked her claws down the wolf's back in shallow scratches that invigorated him with pain, spurring him to greater sexual heroics, for he began smashing his heavy hips into her own as hard as he could. Every brutal thrust punched his knotted cock deep into her body, and that vicious sexuality made her arch her back and pout out her chest, while simultaneously dragging her claws down his arms and flanks. "Varg, god!" she hissed through briefly clenched teeth, feeling that unmistakable orgasmic burn in her loins again. Varg was always surprised by how much Violet could cum in any given fuck, and so was Jack; inside, the panda thought that that was part - or the entirety - of the reason why Violet was so apt to be unfaithful, not to mention so bold about it. It hurt him, and there was no denying that, but what he wanted most of all was for her to be happy; if Varg's cock did it for her, then so be it. That was the best anniversary gift he could have given her.

"Good for you, babe?" Varg asked, his voice free of any real care, his tones exuding only lust, surprising neither Jack nor Violet. "Mmh," Violet whimpered, squeezing tight on the wolf's biceps, her claws puncturing his flesh in shallow wounds, "mhm!" Jack knew those sounds; Violet only whimpered and whined like that when she was about to have an orgasm. It was incredibly sexy to him - and to Varg - to see her degrade like so, to lose any and all semblance of consciousness and language, and simply turn into an animal that wanted only one thing: sex. That was precisely where Violet was, that overwhelmingly aroused state of mind where she couldn't control herself, and she was a slave to her sexual wants and needs; Jack would often go along for the ride with her, but it was Varg who made himself her master in those times of need, and that particular fuck was no different. He leaned down, and he chomped possessively on her bared, unconsciously presented neck. His deathly sharp teeth left shallow, unbleeding punctures like the wounds Violet had inflicted upon his own body, and just like that pain enhanced his pleasure, so too did it affect Violet. She yowled like a wild cat as she came yet again, splattering Varg's knotted penis and heated loins, while the spasming of her snatch momentarily ceased his thrusting, leaving his cock buried in her, sans knot. With that climax, she seemed to calm down considerably, but her actions were still restless, still writhing. "Mmh, gawd," she shuddered, her words signifying that the worst of her lust had been satiated, but not all of it. Varg loosened his jaws and released Violet's demure neck; she purred and planted a kiss upon his lips before he could pull away completely, but be it out of distraction or a callous, conscious denial of affection, Varg didn't return it. Violet didn't really care one way or the other; it only seemed to bother Jack, in a how dare you! fashion, but even he was not terribly upset.

"Let's get this wrapped up," Varg said with a quiet rumble, at the same time straightening himself out. He glanced down at Violet's cunt, stretched around his shaft, but partially obscured by the bulk of his knot; he couldn't help but grin at how menacing that fat gland of his looked up against the lips of her cunt, but it wasn't a sight he admired for long. Slowly, the handsome wolf pulled his hips back, freeing much of his mighty, glistening shaft from the tiger's cunt. He nearly exited her, but he stopped an inch short of pulling out completely; there, he paused, poised to fuck the tiger, bearing a lewd smile down at her. "C'mon, Varg," she whispered, her voice easily audible over the only sound in the room: Jack's masturbation, an act of self-abuse the tiger and wolf were aware of, but only distantly. "Heh," Varg chuckled, his paws squeezing the tiger's hips. With only a subtle, predatory lick of his lips, he plowed his shaft forward, sinking it so quickly that his knot punched into the feline's cunt. Violet yowled, yet with noticeably less passion than the screams prior; she was no longer intensely aroused, and she had become more of a sensual lover than an overtly slutty and noisy one; Varg's interest in finishing up quickly couldn't have been a coincidence. "Damn, still so tight," the wolf gruffly rumbled, gripping Violet's hips yet harder in his strong paws. With quick, brutal thrusts, he fucked her tight, dripping cunt as hard as he could without knotting her, which was quite hard; he intended to sink that hulking knot one more time, but only when it mattered. It was a canine instinct to pop his knot in when it was time to get off, and it intended to satisfy his animalistic desires.

Violet showed her teeth in a pleasurable grimace, and she squeezed the bed linen into clumps in her fists. Under her breath, she uttered little blasphemies and profanities to nobody in particular, mixed in with whimpering moans and soft huffs. Her breasts, modest yet pleasing to the eye and touch, rhythmically jiggled and bounced with Varg's rough fucking; the wolf eyeballed them intently, as did Jack. As calm and cool as he could be, that lupine stud was fast losing his composure, his soft breathing replaced with panting snatches for air, his vocalizations alternately manifesting as feral snarls and lewd obscenities. "Fuck, grrh!, tight fucking pussy!" was one such piece of mindless, naughty pillow talk, but it spurred Violet to whine and beg. She unhanded the clumped blankets, and she palmed at her breasts, deforming and squeezing them, shoving them together and tweaking her nipples; Varg literally drooled at the sight, but it was her words that got him up to the edge. "Ooh, gawd, jizz in me, Varg, I want your fucking knot, baby!" The wolf grinned, but only as a symptom of baring his teeth in such an unsavory grimace. They glistened with spittle, sparkling in the low light like his blood-red eyes, and he looked every bit like a menacing, hungry predator. With all his strength, exhibiting very little care for the well-being of Violet and her cunt, the handsome wolf forced his knot forward and past her lips with a very lewd pop! It made Violet gasp, but unlike before, she didn't squeal, or shudder, or cum; inversely, Varg threw his head back and howled like the dominant alpha he was, and at the same time, he pumped his enormous load deep into the fanged tiger's body. Violet quaked and shuddered as that masculine warmth entered her, and she slowly, absently unhanded her breasts, letting her paws fall idle at her sides. Varg, after regaining some composure, shook off the bliss of his afterglow and tugged his shaft free, its' exit heralded with another lewd sucking sound, and followed by a thick gush of white cream.

Varg dismounted the feline and the bed. After a domineering glance at Jack, who had ceased masturbating, but had not climaxed, he walked calmly out to the living room, his shaft dribbling a trail of discarded jism and leftover juices from Violet's cunt. Jack finally stepped away from the wall, and he glanced down the hall, where he just caught sight of Varg zipping up; tentatively, the panda glanced at Violet's prostrate, relaxed form, and then he gave his own erection a similar look. As he stepped closer to the bed, he grinned; Varg had fucked the sense out of her, and had done away with that overtly slutty exterior, leaving her in a softer, sweeter, and more loving mood. Content in that knowledge, Jack mounted Violet just as Varg had, and he slid into her hot cunt, his shaft enveloped by the loving muscles of her walls and the sloppy-seconds mess left behind by Varg. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and she pulled him in for a brief kiss. "I love you, Jack," she whispered, her voice vaguely ashamed. "I love you too, Violet," he whispered back in a reassuring tone, grinding his muzzle fondly into hers. "Happy anniversary."