Hellfire
"How long do you think you can keep on doing this?"
"Doing what?"
It was early evening, although no moon shed its light on the world, due to the covering of grey clouds that spread over the sky. Earlier in the day, it was storming, but now, only a soft drizzle pattered on the windows and trees outside. Some oldish animated Disney movie was playing on the television across the room, although with the volume turned down, so only snippets of it could be heard underneath the rain every now and then.
"What do you think?"
"...Oh. I dunno. I don't plan on stopping, if that's what you're asking. Not now, not soon, not ever."
The rain surged occasionally, but then retreated just as quickly as it came up. The power went out about an hour ago and then came right back on, so the movie was now about that long behind what it should have been at this time had that not happened. The two forms curled up on the couch together didn't care, though, for an hour lost to the storm meant another hour together, and with things how they were, an hour very well might be an eternity.
Juliet shifted underneath Malak's arm and pulled the blanket tighter around her. Instead of the movie playing on the TV which she had seen countless times - this was the part where the judge, with the fantastic bass voice, asked God why he had fallen in love with the gypsy - she was more focused on the warmth of this black-furred wolf surrounding her, as well as his calm, slow breathing, his scent, relaxed and contented tonight, how he gave her paw a squeeze at times, the way he nuzzled her ear, exhaled softly into it... all of this, for the past four or five hours that he had been over. So far, this was a good night. "Mm. Well, that makes me happy."
"And that makes me happy."
She could remember the first time she had heard his gruff rumble of a voice... well, not the exact first time, but rather the first few times during the dusky grey hours of her morning shift, where the grunts and noises he made for 'hello' and 'thanks' gradually turned to monosyllabic replies, and then finally, actual sentences. Hard to believe that this Malak, here with her now, could really be that same wolf from two months ago. Sure, things had advanced rather quickly between the two. That wasn't necessarily bad. It could just mean that something went very, very right along the way, to change the mutt and wolf who sat quietly across from each other in a booth at the diner to a mutt and wolf who snuggled together on the couch, who snuck out at night and went on 'walks', who did a whole lot more than they really should due to one of them being in what was supposed to be a committed relationship with someone else...
"Malak?"
"Mm?"
She had often been tempted to ask him about that, in such questions like 'is this something you usually do, or am I just special?' or 'why both of us instead of just one?' or 'which one of us do you love more?' but she felt that would put a certain pressure on him that he wouldn't take too kindly to and that she would feel guilty for. She was perfectly okay with Malak continuing his thing with Randal because, partially, if she wasn't, that would make her quite the bitch, and because she wouldn't mind if he had gotten to her first and then become involved with someone else... as long as he shared pictures with her and she was allowed to join in on their fun. She had found out the hard way, though, that most people are not like this in relationships.
"Does Randal know about us?"
Malak breathed a soft sigh and moved his paw on her belly. She shivered, her claws rubbing in softly against her skin. "I don't think so," he said. She felt him wrap what of his tail he could around one of her legs. "And I'd like to keep it that way for a while longer."
"Oh, no, no, I understand. I know you're really taking a risk, staying with him while going out on all these... adventures and trysts and shit with me, and you do it because you l-"
"Because you mean a lot to me."
She nodded. "Yeah. And... thank you for that."
"Well, you were the one to initiate the first advance..."
She could remember that. That single quick kiss outside the diner, after she had gotten off her shift... he had come to her, and made an effort to speak to her, and that honestly made her feel better than she had in a long time. That was probably the day she realized how she really felt for him; it had been building for a while, but it was his words, his actions, how he held her when she turned to him and expressed her distaste for Randal that served as a catalyst toward her realization and gave her the confidence to stand on her toes to give him the kiss and then scamper off, all blushy and warm. That wasn't all that long ago, was it? She smiled, recalling how she had laid awake that night, a billion different thoughts filling her head and carrying out wonderful, if a bit fanciful, scenarios.
"...and the second, and the third, and I think the fourth..."
"No, no, no, the fourth was you. Remember?" That was one of the first movie nights as Malak's, the idea originally proposed by the wolf, probably so that he could have more time with Juliet and build his confidence in the matter, even if his boyfriend sat right there next to the two. There was a blanket that night, underneath which they all sat - Randal, Malak, and then Juliet, in that order. During a particularly loud section of whatever movie was playing that night, Malak reached over, found Juliet's paw, intertwined his fingers with hers, and squeezed... oh, God, the jolt this sent through her, that fantastic warmth! It was all she could do not to snuggle up on him right then and there, although at the end of the night, she did share with him a string of kisses that left her shivering and breathing a little bit heavier than before their lips had met.
"Mm. Yeah."
She had started to recognize Malak's quietude not as shyness, but simply how he was. He said a lot more to her now than he used to, at least, and remembering this always got her to feel better about their relationship. It seemed to her that she was better at getting noises rather than words out of him when she tried... not that that was really anything bad, though. Malak had always been a wolf of very few words, since that first day he had slumped into a booth near the back of her restaurant who knows how long ago.
He kept quiet in speech, yes, but tended to be firm and deliberate in his affections, once he was sure of himself and the other person. Never before had Juliet felt such a strong hug without it being painful or brutal; it was all fueled by the wolf's passion and emotion. And now, here, when she lay on the couch with him, she could get up to go do something for a quick moment, and when she came back, he'd lift his arm for her to wiggle close again, and then bring it down around her and give a little tug of pulling her further closer to him, as if to reassure himself, certainly, of her presence... all in all, his tendencies and actions came together to create a totally unique personality the likes of which she had never encountered before, as well as one that she had quickly fallen in love with.
She rolled over so that she faced him, and nuzzled into the soft fur of his bare chest - as per her request, he hardly ever wore a shirt when it was just the two of them. He gave her an amused eyebrow-raised look, which she responded to with a wide smile and a kiss on the kiss. "Hi there."
"Hello."
"What time is it?"
"Um." He reached around the slim dog nuzzling into his chest and tapped a button on his phone on the table in front of the couch. "E...leven? Eleven thirteen. I should probably be getting home soon..."
"No. No, you shouldn't." Juliet held his arm down, trying to keep him from getting up. He playfully succumbed to her resistance, and just lay there with his muzzle pointed off toward the ceiling.
"But Randal will -"
"Screw Randal. He gets you every night. Can't I have you for just one?"
"Juliet..."
"Please? I'll owe you."
"You already owe me."
"Shut up. I do not."
Malak flashed her one of his rare grins.
"...Do I?"
"Three pictures and a -"
"Okay, okay."
He brushed his nose across hers and then placed a quick kiss on her lips, which somehow still managed to make her flick her tail and breathe out a soft sigh through her nose.
"So? What about it, then?"
"Fine. One night." Malak brought his arms down her back and clasped his paws together, thumbs rubbing at the fur of the small of her back underneath her thin shirt. "I'll tell Randal that... I dunno, that we got drunk or something. I dunno."
"You don't drink."
"You make me do lots of things that I don't usually."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well..." He dragged a claw up a few inches of her spine. "Females, for one - you specifically. Also - things with my tongue that I've only done to a pudding cup when I can't find a spoon..."
"Oh my God."
"What?"
"You." She matched his grin with one of her own. "You're such a fag."
"Uh huh. You're worse than I am."
"Yeah, well, I'm not a fag."
"Psh. Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." Malak placed another kiss on her nose and then crawled over her, leaving her with a forgotten blanket draped over her legs and a warm shivering in her back where his claw had touched. It was interesting, thinking about how far they had come in such a short time: it had all begun with that one small kiss, followed by a few more shy ones at times like when Malak walked her to her car following a visit, or when they were out alone and together, shielded by legions of strangers who knew nothing about either of them and to whom they were just another couple, with nothing setting them apart. And, really, that's all they were, except for the fact that Malak was supposed to be exclusively gay (based on a few anecdotes he had shared with her) - bisexual? homoflexible? - and that he already had a boyfriend to whom he had pledged devotion and fidelity, believing himself a changed man after a horrible experience partially caused by his cheating in the past.
It was interesting indeed to think about how much the two had changed since the beginning of their illicit trysts, just as it was to think about how much they hadn't - specifically, Malak. The first time he had really ever opened up to her, he came right out with his story of Alex, the true love of his life, who he had cheated on an then lost, in a terrible accident. Then, almost three years later, he came into Juliet's diner at some ungodly hour in the morning, and after a series of a few questions, he revealed extreme regret for everything wrong he had done - the cheating, in particular, which he also said had been a problem of his for quite some time before that Alex, beginning even in high school relationships when he was still figuring out his sexuality, and before he had run away from home. All of that, and certainly at least a hundred promises to himself, and what?
Here he was, cheating on his boyfriend just as he had before, except this time, it had gone on for quite a bit longer than the one week he told her about in the past, and it was still going on.
How much longer? wondered Juliet. She rolled back over and faced the television again, not realizing how much of the movie she had missed tonight. One more week? Another month, another two, another three? Maybe even a year? She knew all too well that, eventually, Malak would have to make a choice between her and Randal, and she dreaded when that day would come. She had seen how he was around the otter, and she honestly couldn't tell which of the two he'd choose. It made her jealous, and it infuriated her - but then, Malak would always do something to remind her of how he felt about her, and her whole world would come so wonderfully back into focus... God. Right when she felt she was done with him, he did or said something that always lured her back in and made her wish all over again that he was hers, and hers only.
What was it that kept him from leaving Randal, anyway? Juliet pulled the blanket up around herself, beginning to feel the cold of the rainy night without the body of a warm wolf to guard her from it. He knew what would happen when the otter found out about his cheating, and there was no doubt that he would eventually. Maybe he was just waiting for the right time to tell him, when it would hurt the least and be the least of a shock. This would make sense, except for how he had given no sign of breaking off his relationship with Randal, and also seemed how he wasn't planning to.
She knew that she was wrong to continue this thing with him, especially being aware of his past, but, frankly, she didn't really care. He was the best thing to happen to her in a long, long time, and she neither wanted nor intended to give that up. Selfish, yes, but love tended to be that way, didn't it? Selfish and stupid. She turned the silver-ruby ring on her right index finger a bit so that it caught the light from a lamp left on in the other room and glinted beautiful crimson. Not only that, but unforgiving, relentless, too...
Malak came back into view down the hallway, rubbing his paws together before he glanced down and zipped his pants up the rest of the way. In the darkness of this time of night, his eyes looked more a pale silver-grey, but still, they seemed to light up whenever they fell upon Juliet. She moved back against the back of the couch and lifted the blanket for him to squirm under, and he wasted no time. Again, he was quite firm in his affections when he felt such emotions: he wrapped his arms around the smaller dog's back again and tugged her to him, sharing with her his warmth that she had missed for the few moments while he was away. Here, just inches away from him, she could once more see the icy-blue tint in his eyes that she had first recognized him by - apart, of course, from how he only had half of a left ear. Over time, she had found little flecks and marks of other colors in his eyes, little unique markings that she prided herself on knowing. The little speck of darker blue in his right eye flicked from left to right while he watched her expression: then, he nuzzled up under her chin like he tended to do when he felt particularly affectionate, tilted her muzzle up with his nose, and pressed his lips to hers, not pulling away for quite a while.
"...Well," she said once it was over, hoping that what the kiss had done to her wasn't too obvious. Malak made no attempt to hide his reaction, however, and pressed a certain warm hardness against her thigh that she had become rather familiar with in the past month. So, really, she wasn't too worried. "Did you really have that much fun in the bathroom?"
"When I was in there, it really all set in..." purred the wolf, rubbing into Juliet's thigh more. She pressed back against him, and he breathed out a hot clip of a sigh. "A night - a whole damn night! - alone, with you? God. Where are you gonna sleep? Isn't your bed a bit small?"
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
"...Um." Malak blinked, acutely aware of the paw that traced up his inner thigh.
"Besides, so what if it's small? That just means we'll have to be closer when we do sleep. I don't have a problem with that."
"I don't either."
"I bet you don't."
It began with the occasional secretive kiss every now and then, and quickly evolved into much more - such as something whispered by one that caused the other to blush bright right, kisses with a more lustful urge behind them, and eventually, Juliet's tendency of giving Malak a grope or even slipping her paw into his pants to show much she wanted him, like that one time at a restaurant... the first time they ended up entangled in each other's limbs, panting, sweating, and totally naked, came as no surprise. The tension had been there for quite a while, and the month of ceaseless teasing (and a handjob or two) leading up to that night made it so much more volatile and unstable, until all it took to turn what was supposed to be a board game night into something much different was a kiss of greeting at the door.
Randal knew that the two of them became even greater friends over time, especially following the ending of Malak's depression, and this was used to as much of an advantage as it could. Malak also knew his otter's tastes in entertainment, setting up nights and outings - video game parties and Doctor Who marathons (which really wasn't all that bad of a show, once he sat down and watched a few episodes) mainly - that he knew Randal had no interest in, specifically so that he would decline the invitation and leave the wolf alone for the night with Juliet, without any suspicion. Tonight, they were supposed to be watching Glee, a show neither of them could stomach, and Randal, having proclaimed in the past that he was proud to be a gay to whom the show had no appeal, had politely declined Malak's invitation and chose instead to sit at home and get some reading done.
All the better, thought Malak. Had the otter decided to go out on a limb in a fit of generosity and give the show another chance, the wolf wouldn't be curled up with a sweet brown-eyed mutt who knew how to treat him right, like he was now.
Juliet shifted and pressed her leg against him again - and, knowing her, she probably meant to do this. "Lost in thought?"
Malak bit back the soft moan this brought on, but rubbed back against her to prove his want matched hers. "Yeah. And memories."
"Of?"
He brought his eyes down to hers. His tail wagged a little, which made her smile and giggle. "Us. What else?"
"Mm. Good thoughts and memories?"
"Of course. I don't think we've ever had a bad experience in our relationship."
"Oh? Well, what about that... that time when..." She trailed off. "...Hm."
"Yeah. I mean, with Randal..." Malak sighed, the first one that wasn't caused by Juliet's thigh pressing against him. "...I forget to call him once when we've set up a time when one of us is at work, and I'll get a lecture from him an hour later. Or, sometimes, I think he's just feeling rude, and he'll pick on every little thing I mess up and criticize me, and just... ugh. It's like I'm with Alex all over again." He pauses for a moment; Juliet shifts her leg away and rubs the wolf's chestfur with her claws. "...You know, it's weird. When you really miss someone, you tend to forget and overlook the parts about them that you really hated."
"Hey, don't talk like that."
"What?"
She looked away for a quick moment, then turned her eyes back to the wolf. "You've got a great thing going with him. After you met him, after you guys got together, there was a huge change in you and how you acted. Malak, I never thought I'd see you smile or hear you laugh - until he came along. So what if you two fight sometimes? I've never been in a relationship where there hasn't been any fighting. If you really feel like it's getting too bad, then..." She moved her paw from his leg, found his paw, and gave it a squeeze. "Do what you must. I'm here for you."
"I know. I know - you've helped me get through that just as much as he has." Malak smiled, kissed her nose, and then moved her paw back to his upper thigh. "I don't know where I'd be without you. But... I thought you hated Randal. Why would you want me to continue my relationship with him?"
"I don't hate him." Juliet rubbed her fingers into a spot of the wolf's thigh that she had found to do... something... to him. Exactly what, she wasn't sure, but it usually caused him to make some noise that told her that whatever she was doing, she did right; this time, he had to bite back another tense sigh. It might have been how she pressed the back of her paw against the center of hungry warmth that throbbed behind the zipper of his pants. "I mean, I don't like him, sure. I may hate lots of people, and yeah, he used to be one of them, but... I'm over that now. If you want to be with him, who am I to urge you to do otherwise?"
It took Malak a moment to refocus his gaze, but when he did, he watched Juliet's face for a moment before speaking. "...Huh. You've changed. The Juliet I know is outspoken and stubborn. She'd never yield to something she didn't like."
She shrugged. "What can I say? You make me feel... different. You mean a lot to me, Malak; maybe in the past, at the start of our relationship, I could be a bit impulsive and jealous, but... I know you're not planning to leave him anytime soon, for either me or yourself."
"I'm also not planning on leaving you anytime soon."
"I know. That's all I can ask for, isn't it?"
Malak smiled. Here he was, alone, with someone who meant the world - and more - to him; rain still drummed softly on the windows; a somewhat romantic movie played quietly on the TV; and everything was as he could want it to be. He thought back to some of his best times with Alex, the times that had come to define happiness itself for him, and he slowly realized that they hurt nowhere near as much as they used to. Perhaps those memories would eventually come to be replaced by new, better ones, either here with Juliet or back home with Randal. It was amazing, the change that his life had taken since meeting the otter - suddenly, his world of black, white, and grey turned to one of bright color and variety, one that was actually worth living in. It made him wonder what kept him from speaking to Juliet for so long, since from the first time he sat down at the diner, he felt some sort of... something with her, but he wasn't sure what. It might have been how she actually was friendly to him when nobody else would so much as give him a smile. Or, it could have that this attraction to her had always been there and he just hadn't realized it.
Whatever happened, his life had taken a turn for the better, and he was glad for that. Now he had both Juliet and Randal, and honestly, they made him happier than he ever thought possible. This warm, beautiful dog he held against himself reminded him of this, and he could never forget about what all she did for him when she was near.
"Juliet?"
"Yes?"
Malak fidgeted a bit. Onscreen, a couple shared a kiss, and then pulled back in smiles. "Um. You..."
"Me? What did I do?"
"No, no... I..." He looked away.
Juliet couldn't hold back the sweet little giggle brought on by the sight of him then: this black-furred wolf who really only had half of a left ear, so accustomed to sitting alone at an empty restaurant at four thirty in the morning, having been thought of by mostly everyone as sulking, depressed, silent - now having trouble putting into words whatever it was that his heart felt, with ears - ear and a half, that is - lowered slightly and eyes flitting from side to side, doing anything to avoid meeting Juliet's. She took his muzzle in both her paws, then leaned in, pressed her nose to his, and peered up at him, so that he could not look away. "Hmm? What is it, wolfy?"
"Juliet..."
"Have something to say to me?"
"I..."
"I mean a lot to you?"
Malak remained quiet. Juliet thought that, underneath his ebony cheekfur, she could see the rosy pink of a blush.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. You mean a lot to me, too.
This seemed to be a relief to the wolf, and he visibly relaxed. Juliet trailed one paw down the side of his neck, tilting her fingers at his upper chest so that her claws gently grazed the skin underneath his fur, making him shiver again. "And what's more, I have the whole night to show you just how much you mean to me..."
"Mm?" Malak lifted an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that?"
"Well, to start..."
The wolf licked his lips, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, as Juliet's paw did not stop at his belly this time but instead descended further. He had purposely left the button of his pants undone when he left the bathroom - mainly because he knew she tended to have problems undoing it herself if she couldn't see it - and now, he heard the soft noise of his zipper being opened, and suddenly, he felt a lot less restricted.
"...something like this."
She opened his pants and then pulled them down his legs a bit before wrapping her fingers one by one around the base of his cock, throbbing and hard - partially due to her scent that he had come to love so much, partially because of her actions and teasings, but mostly because of her proximity to him. He often got that way with her - if a kiss didn't turn him on, which it usually did, he'd just have to lie close to her, let all these other things overwhelm his mind and his senses. In fact, Randal had commented on it one movie night after she had left, when Malak slammed him against the wall and slipped his paw into his pants; the wolf told him that it was the prospect of finally being closer after the three or four hours (because Juliet usually stayed an hour or two after once the movie had finished) and sitting apart from him only got him worked up that much more.
It must have been believable enough, because Randal just gave him a soft moan in reply and wriggled against the wall.
Now, Malak felt like that, with this warm and experienced paw working up and down his shaft at just the right pace for now. It always amazed him, how much a simple action like this did to him - he had to dig his claws into the fabric of the couch and bite his lip, and even then, he found himself lifting his hips into it.
"You like that?"
"Mmh." He brought a finger to his muzzle and chewed on the side of that instead. He could tell what Juliet was doing, even though he had his eyes closed and head turned to the side; the blanket fell to the floor as she moved and readjusted so that she was over him, one paw pressing into the couch next to his head while the other still sent steady pulses of energy through his both with each stroke.
He felt her breath on his cheek, a bit uneven and louder than usual, but he knew why. That was clear in the growing fervency with which she worked his cock, as well as how she pressed herself against him. Normally the wolf would assert that breasts only got in the way, but in this case, he found them quite nice; and the form above him, slim and sleek and undeniable female, sharpened his lust and arousal, and it was all he could do not to roll over so that she was beneath him and open the tight jeans she wore that fit so nicely on her legs...
Everything else happening at once kept him from noticing her teeth on his neck at first, but then, it was just another nice feeling in the mix; very early on in their relationship did Juliet learn that Malak enjoyed being bitten, and then shortly after, that he only like it when it was gentle. He found it to be like when someone traced their claws up his back or over his belly, with the same tingling shivers focused in that area, although when with teeth - and Juliet's specifically, for her sharp fangs felt much more exhilarating than Randal's rounded and otherwise flat teeth - it was more, it felt almost electric in nature, and it was absolutely wonderful.
Juliet remained there for only a short time before she turned his head to hers with a nuzzle and then pressed her lips to his once more, not hesitating to find his tongue and circle around it with her own. Malak let a heated sigh out through his nose and shivered, still humping upwards into Juliet's paw, although less often now that she stroked faster. He brought one arm up around her waist and pulled her closer to him, then tilted his head to get deeper into the kiss, all the while trying to keep his moans and breathing down. Maybe it was the knowledge of this being taboo due to his relationship with Randal that made this so... well, so good; or, it could just be that she happened to be so much better at working a cock than the otter. Either way, in the rare occasions where Malak was both horny and alone, he had come to find himself thinking of her more often than Randal.
Juliet nipped at his lower lip and pushed the wolf's black-furred sheath past his knot, wrapping two fingers underneath the mass of hot red flesh and tugging gently. She smiled into the kiss at the sharp gasp and little squirt of pre that came as a result. She could feel his excitement in his tense muscles; how he held her against his body and then humped up into her paw (and her belly, as well - she felt certain this shirt would have a stain of considerable size at the end of this); the flicking of his tail and curling and uncurling of his toes; and especially in his hot rushes of breaths and suppressed moans. She wanted to growl 'can your otter do this to you?' but felt that might be the wrong thing to say, so she kept it to herself.
Sure, she was aroused just as much as he was - so much, in fact, that she had to slip her own pants and underwear down her legs a little, to relieve the slight discomfort caused by the heat, the pressure, and the sticky wetness that had begun to seep down her leg - but, this night was for him. Besides, she did owe him, so maybe this would relieve some of that... not that she didn't enjoy doing the things that she owed him, which she very much did. She just preferred having him owe her, for quite a few reasons. When this thick pulsating cock in her paw was hidden behind the cloth and zipper of Malak's pants, he was very open to suggestions, as long as he got his promise of release.
The wolf writhed underneath her and tilted his head back again. "God..."
"Hmm?" Juliet slowed her stroking almost to a stop, rubbing the pad of her thumb over what slipper pre had gathered at his tip when she came to it. "You have something else to say?"
"No - no, I... ah -" The wolf jumped a little each time her thumb did this. She knew how sensitive he got, and also knew which spots became more sensitive than others: apart from his tip, there was also a spot on the underside of his shaft right beneath his knot, which she had found with her tongue once or twice - and then he really liked it when a tongue cupped his cock, or when a claw was dragged gently up along the underside - "- I just... mm..."
"Use your words, dear." She hooked one of her legs around his and lifted it up against her, long enough so that she was sure some of her arousal had seeped in through is fur and soaked into his skin. "What is it you want?"
"I want you to - to keep going," he finally said, and responded to her taunting by grinding his leg up into her, which pulled a tight gasp from her muzzle and sent a shiver through her body. "Come on. You already owe me..."
Juliet silenced him - his words, at least - with another deep kiss and a squeeze with her paw that turned back into stroking, slow and steady at first but quickly growing in pace. The only way she could resist her own overwhelming want was to sate Malak's, something she had gotten quite skilled at when using only her paw or her mouth, and she was still improving, based on the wolf's noises that seemed more numerous than when they had done this earlier in the night when he had first arrived. The whole night belonged to them: they had plenty of time to go further and satisfy what both wanted - they had done it before, and with much less time to do so, too. Besides, putting it off made her want it that much more, and when it came to it, this made it that much better.
A while back, Malak had begun to feel a hot, urgent tingling in his lower abdomen that let him know he was close, and now that Juliet had started again, and faster than before, he felt it slowly coming back. There was just something she did so right about this, because he hardly humped or bucked when he was with Randal, excluding when he did so underneath the otter's tail; she got him to feel so much more than he thought possible with just a paw. He could still remember what she had managed to do to him the first time they did something of this sort: tingles, sharp tingles all over, like when one's foot falls asleep, except all over his body, and all because of a paw that had found its way into his pants and a pair of lips and a tongue on his neck.
Tonight felt like it would be like then, although to a lesser degree; currently he only felt that familiar tingle in his toes and fingers, and the length of his cock, where it continued to build. Juliet now had her head against his shoulder with muzzle pointed towards his chest, so that he felt every rush of her hot breaths that had come in a progressively faster rhythm with the working of her paw up and down, up and down his shaft. She might have moved her other paw down and now slipped a finger or two inside herself somewhere along the way, but Malak couldn't tell, just as he couldn't be bothered to open his eyes against the rapture to check.
On a sudden impulse, he flipped over so that she was beneath him and he was the one holding her down; this took her by surprise and caused her to stop her paw, but only for a quick second before she started up again. The wolf found this position much more comfortable, as he had more freedom to move around, to dip or raise his head, to lean forward or back in his bucking, and it also allowed Juliet to give him deeper, more deliberate strokes, something that she quickly took advantage of.
"Ah -" Feeling himself draw closer and closer, Malak hastily locked his muzzle with Juliet's beneath him so that he wouldn't be so loud, even though he knew that he inevitably would. He pushed into her tightly clenched paw ach time it slid down to his knot and then pulled back out when she drew it back to his tip; he breathed in and out, in and out through his nose, the breaths uneven and hitching every now and then, especially when perforated with a short grunt; he tilted his head to one side and then the other, all the while licking along Juliet's tongue, only breaking away to get a large enough breath that he could not pull in through his nose; his inhalations turned to shuddering gasps while his exhalations became moan, each slightly higher and longer than the last - he dug his claws into the fabric of the couch - he squeezed her raised leg between both of his, and -
- and he bucked deeply once, twice, three times into the mutt's paw and emptied his hot load out over her neck, her chest, and her belly, each forceful spurt getting less distance until at last he just dribbled out into a growing pool on her lower belly. He slumped down, panting heavily and shuddering, enough so that Juliet rolled out from under him and allowed him to flop down on the couch and let his breathing and his pulse calm down.
She glanced down at herself, lifted her eyebrows, and then dragged the pad of a finger through the mess. "I can't believe I used to think that you were only messy when eating," she mused, and lapped the cum off her finger with a deft flick of her tongue. "...Mm. Drink less milk, love. You're bitter."
Malak, still panting, wetted his lips and dragged the back of his paw over his forehead.
"Hmm... God, look at me... I'll have to get cleaned up." She pulled her shirt off over her head and dropped it to the floor, then undid her bra and did the same with that. Malak's eyes drifted from her face to the little spatter of milky fluid on her neck, to her breasts below that, nice and full without being obscenely or obtusely large, down along the side of her form - the smooth curve inward a short distance above her waist and then rounded flare outward at her hips - then to the strip of exposed pink amidst brown fur glistening with her moisture in the dim light of the TV, what of it he could see from here coming into view as she eased her pants and underwear the rest of the way down her legs.
"I'll go shower." She leaned down over Malak and kissed him once, lightly, sweetly. "I trust you'll join me? When you can, that is." And then she was off, leaving him to watch those hips of hers as they moved from side to side while she walked, each step showing him the rest of that pink with a gracious flick of her tail to the side. He pulled himself up to one elbow and swallowed, remembering what had happened the last time they showered together: he had ended up on his knees with her paw on the back of his head with those lips of hers on his, his tongue reaching out between them, lapping up, swirling around, tasting of the slick juices that she had only pressed against his leg so far tonight - and his nose drank in the sharp, characteristic scent, something that he loved, something that got him more aroused than if she was to drag her tongue up along his length.
That was why she owed him. She still did, and he preferred having her owe him, for quite a few reasons. He wouldn't mind pulling her deeper into debt during tonight's shower, as he had last time. He breathed in and stood, having to reach out and catch himself on the wall behind the couch, then flicked the TV off with the remote, kicked off his own pants next to where hers rested on the floor, and followed in her direction.
Outside, the rain still fell quietly, but didn't show any sign of letting up. He had left his phone on the table in front of the couch and now heard it vibrate - buzz... buzz... buzz... - in receiving a call, but ignored it. He had someone more important to get to.