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After a short while of lazy conversation in the hazy warmth, Ailah moved and Galen came out of her with a soft little pop. As she let herself fall to the sheets beside him, she placed one hand between her legs, ready to catch his seed if it trickled out, not entirely because she didn't want to leave a mess on the sheets. With her other hand, she tugged off her stockings, finding them uncomfortably warm suddenly.

She looked up into the exquisite carvings, basking in the moment till, eventually, she glanced at Galen. He looked disheveled and still somewhat dazed and somewhat reluctantly, she said: "We should probably get cleaned up."

"I'm not sure I ever want to move," Galen said placidly. The shyness he'd displayed before seemed forgotten and he lay sprawled in the epitome of content, legs carelessly spread around him, head resting so he could look at her without moving. Seemingly of their own accord, her eyes trailed down his body to his cock, which now lay limp against his belly, still a little glossy and with a little string of cum on its tip.

With a slight bit of effort, she dragged her gaze away and pushed him with her free hand. "Lazy dog. You've been taught better."

"I've done a few things today I've never been taught," he replied and the turn of his lips told him he hadn't missed her gaze, though she could see the nervousness in it too.

"We should though," Ailah insisted. "If we just lie here, soaking into the sheets, the staff might smell it."

Now that she said it, the room seemed heavy with the scent of their lovemaking and she could only imagine what it must smell like to Galen. Though it obviously wasn't his notice she had to worry about.

Galen reluctantly rolled out of bed after Ailah, but his paws had hardly hit the floor before he decided he didn't mind after all. Ailah was a sight as she walked toward the bathroom, one hand still between her thighs. Her black-red hair spilled down her smooth back like an unruly mane and the slight, seemingly unconscious sway in her hips drew his eyes down to her pretty, rounded ass.

Ailah drew in a quick breath as she felt something warm and wet run from midway between her buttocks to the small of her back. She looked back at Galen as he came up beside her, his expression one of teasing but his eyes still a little nervous.

"I don't think that's a practical way to clean me," she said after a moment of hesitation. She ran a hand over his head, and he pressed his soft fur into her palm. "Not today at least."

Galen sighed and licked her thigh once before bounding forward, putting one of his dexterous paws on the handle of the great oaken door and opening it for her.

"Still well-mannered after all," Ailah teased as Galen backed into the bathroom. It was hotter there, the air heated both by the sun streaming in through frosted glass windows and rising from the wide bath set into the marble floor. The stone floor itself was warm beneath his paws, warmed by the excess heat from the piping.

He only paid it passing notice, padding backwards over the floor with his attention again fixed on Ailah as she came into the room and the door shut behind her. His eyes roamed from her small feet, up along her toned legs, alighting on the hand that concealed her sex to an oddly tantalizing effect, before continuing up along her belly, over the curves of her breasts, along the slender throat he'd tasted to her smiling lips and to glittering eyes crinkled in amusement.

He realized a moment too late the reason for the silent laughter in her expression, when his paw found no purchase but instead slipped into warm water. He should have been able to catch himself, but his paws slid on the wet tiles and with a yelp, he fell into the bath.

Ailah's laugh echoed against the walls, mingling with the rebounding sound of the splash and as Galen scrabbled to orient himself, sending waves crashing over the previously so still water surface, she walked over to the shower. She stepped beneath the fine, metal mesh, pulled a chain and the water from one of the pipes was diverted to her, falling in a hot rain onto her.

Only then did she remove the hand from between her legs, noticing that it felt a little sticky and carefully began washing herself, luxuriating in the steaming hot water.

Galen pushed his head above the water with a gasp, eyes searching for Ailah. His entire body felt heavy, his fur soaked through and weighing him down and his head in particular felt like it had doubled in mass. His ears found her before his eyes, the telltale patter of the shower a sure sign and his eyes went to her.

Again, he swallowed as he watched his friend turned lover, struck by another face of her beauty that it seemed he was seeing for the first time. Her head was leaned back, her eyes closed in apparent pleasure and there was a slight arc to her posture that made her breasts more prominent. Her hair, while sodden and heavy against her head, neck and shoulders, was still beautiful, clinging to her in curling lengths now and her softly tanned skin glistened in the water, the droplets running down her body and marking all her curves with shining reflected light.

Her slow, seemingly unconsciously sensuous movements as she cleaned herself made her no less striking, but did have even more physical effect on him and he again felt a heat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the room. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she ran her hands through her hair with evident pleasure or when she carefully and diligently washed the sweat off her body.

Ailah kept her eyes closed as she showered. It made it easer to fend off the bit of self-consciousness she felt, but she was still certain Galen was looking and though she'd intended to briskly shower, she ended up taking her time. Her self-consciousness grew when she rose from washing her legs and slipped her fingers between them, carefully washing her sensitive folds and when she put her hands behind her to wash her rear, but she pushed on, only opening her eyes when she was finished.

As she'd expected, Galen sat on his haunches, up to his neck in the water, looking at her with adoring eyes again and her blush became less important. Smiling, she walked across the wet floor, trying for sensual, before she hopped down next to him. By his gasp of surprise as the wave hit his nose, she'd succeeded somewhat and before he could recover, she settled down beside him and buried her fingers in the fur on his neck, one on his back and one on his front.

"I think you forgot what we came in here to do," Ailah said, tugging and scratching gently along his neck, cleaning his fur with easy movements, even though it had been a while since she had groomed him.

"I was-" Galen began, but cut himself off with a sigh as Ailah's fingers played through his fur, firm but still somewhat gentle. It was so familiar that he lost himself in the moment, his eyes closing as he simply enjoyed her touch.

He was jolted from his daze when Ailah poked him in the cheek and realized she'd moved her hands half-way down his chest as she asked: "You were saying?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her and it took him a moment to gather his hazy thoughts. He hesitated, noticing how close she was, her dark eyes and full, inviting lips less than a hand's length from his snout. "I was distracted," he half-mumbled.

"Whatever by?" she asked teasingly, a bit of color in her cheeks that could have been caused by the heat. The situation suddenly didn't seem so familiar anymore. He could smell her breath, see her body quite clearly through the rippling water and he again became acutely aware that he was half-erect.

"Something beautiful," he said, shoving away his hesitance and leaning forward to run his tongue over her lips.

Ailah's mouth opened without any conscious thought, though Galen withdrew his tongue before she could capture it. Her hands stopped on his chest, all memory of how she used to groom him abruptly vanishing from her head. Did she tell him to turn so she could get his back? Did she only help with what he couldn't reach herself? How thoroughly did she wash him in the past?

In the confused moment, her hands sunk lower and her right palm bumped something sleek and hard that immediately jerked and swelled a little, pressing into her hand.

Galen sucked in a breath and Ailah stared at him, all the normalcy of the moment completely gone. Her heart beat a little more heavily in her chest and she could feel his nervous breaths gusting against her face.

"Again?" She burst out, half a laugh, turning her hand and closing it around his cock, which grew more in her grip. Galen's mouth opened in a shaky smile.

He shrugged one shoulder and said, his nervousness returning: "I did say. You were the one who went and put on a show."

She dragged her hand up along his cock, letting it slip from her grasp as her expression turned sly. "And I told you what we're here for. You could have looked away," she said pleasantly, lifting her hands back up to where they'd been before he licked her. 'Very thoroughly,' she decided, feeling a wicked spark in her chest.

Galen almost groaned in frustration when Ailah let him go and resumed her grooming, pressing her fingers into his fur, rubbing and scratching vigorously, spreading waves around them. Her touch was wonderful, but at the same time, his cock throbbed from her touch, only growing more sensitive as she cleaned him. The fingers of her left hand roamed his back while her right ran down his chest, occasionally touching a nipple or running tantalizingly low before rising again.

He felt himself beginning to pant and moved a paw to his cock, but he barely managed to touch it before Ailah firmly grabbed hold of his leg and pulled it away.

"No, boy," she admonished, smiling all the while. "We're bathing now. Settle down."

'I can bathe myself,' he thought, but he didn't say it, giving her a half-hearted glare as his body sagged and he sunk lower into the water. Ailah's hands followed suit, moving steadily downward and it wasn't long before her movements gave lie to her words. Her right hand moved low enough that the back of her hand brushed against his cock before climbing back up to his belly.

Ailah was smiling, but it was an effort to keep everything but amusement away from her expression. Her heart beat a little fast and her head felt a heady with heat and a little mischievous excitement as she worked on Galen. She enjoyed the feel of his muscle, the slight effort of her own movements, and his obvious mix of frustration and bliss.

Raising her hand from another "accidental" touch, she ran it up his chest, touching the little bumps that were as hard as her own nipples and felt a quiet, subtle sense of glee that he couldn't smell her in the water.

"You're sadistic," he said, the words coming out in a pant that amply conveyed his ambivalence to her treatment.

Ailah's let her expression turn just the slightest bit impish. "No. That would be doing something like this."

Galen blinked as Ailah suddenly ducked her head under the water, only to suck in a breath when something soft and warm pressed against the root of his cock and moved over his knot and up his length to the tip. Then the feeling vanished and Ailah reemerged from the water, shifting forward to press her soft body flush against his side, resting her head against his neck. Maddeningly, her hands resumed grooming him, her right hand beginning to work on his thigh, her left beginning to scratch through his tail.

A whine, complaint or growl rose in his throat, but knowing she'd brush it off, he instead went with a sudden impulse that his nervousness failed to stop. He turned his head, touching his cheek to hers and rolled out his tongue to lick her along her collarbone.

There was a brief hitch in her movements before she continued, murmuring against his neck: "What do you think you're doing?"

"Cleaning you," he rumbled breathlessly, moving his tongue over her soft, moist skin. He shifted his weight a little and lifted his right forepaw over his thigh before pushing it down between Ailah's legs. The back of his paw ran down over her mound and brushed briefly against her folds before coming down on the bottom of the pool. He felt a bit of vindictive satisfaction as he began rhythmically pushing against the marble, sliding his lower leg against Ailah's folds soft and hearing her breathing get a little heavier amid the soft splashing of the water.

Ailah had a moment of worry that Galen would touch her hard nipples when he moved his limb but that was forgotten the moment his soft fur brushed down against her pussy, sending a thrill of warmth up between her legs and ruining any chance of denying her own arousal. She pressed a little harder against him and gave up the pretense, encircling his cock with her fingers and began stroking him. "Not sure I'd go to you for that," she murmured into his throat, feeling his pulse pounding beneath his skin and in her hand. "You're such a messy wolf."

Galen's heartbeat quickened in his chest as Ailah finally stopped teasing and put those warm, nimble fingers where he'd most wanted it. His cock throbbed, spreading little waves of heat around his groin and for a moment, he froze, forgetting about the limb between Ailah's legs.

The way she pressed her folds against him quickly reminded him though and he started again, beginning to match her rhythm. Trying for nonchalant and failing miserably, he panted: "You've always been just as responsible for our messes."

Ailah huffed out a shaky, laughing breath and folded her other hand around his shoulder to steady herself . She pressed a kiss against his neck and he licked the side of her throat. "I guess you're right," she said. She quickened her pace and her voice became a bit more throaty as she said: " Nothing to worry about here though. You can cum if you like."

He bucked once in her hands and the motion drew his limb quickly against her sensitive pussy, eliciting a little gasp from her and making her slow for a moment. As she did, a thought appeared in her head and she ceased moving her hand, placing her thumb over his tip.

"On the other hand," she said slowly. Galen's tongue stopped brushing over her pulse and his foreleg stopped moving. She turned her head and found him staring at her with ravenous need in his eyes and an incredulous expression on his face. His mouth was open and he didn't seem to know whether to flatten his ears or prick them up and it was hard to keep the innocent smile on her face when laughter and anxious excitement fluttered in her belly. She did her best though and ordered: "Out of the bath."

His mouth dropped a bit more open and he let out a little whine before he caught himself. "Ailah," he said, his tone almost pleading, rubbing soft-furred leg delightfully against her pussy.

She let her smile become a little more mischievous and dropped her left hand to his butt, giving him a little push and pulling very gently on his cock. "Go on now, hop up."

Galen managed to turn his oncoming whine into a groan, considered Ailah's sparkling eyes and reluctantly withdrew his forelimb from between their bodies, put both forepaws on the shelf around the bath and pulled himself up, settling his butt down heavily on the warm stone.

"Turn around," Ailah said, clearly enjoying herself.

His body thrummed with unfulfilled need and felt cold after the heat of the bath and Ailah's body and for a heartbeat he didn't want to do as she said. But there was nothing mean-spirited in her voice, so he swiveled to face her and found her leaning on the edge of the bath, breast resting on stone, her face flushed and bright with a crooked smile.

She reached out, closing her fingers around his cock again, hot and wet, and said: "Little closer."

He obediently shuffled closer so he was sitting at the edge of the bath, and once he was, Ailah immediately began stroking him rapidly, her nimble fingers sliding smoothly along his length and sending waves of pleasure through him, making his excitement rapidly tighten in his belly.

"I don't want you making a mess just anywhere," she said. She looked up at him, obviously enjoying it as his face tightened with pleasure, before looking down again and he felt her hot breath on the tip of his cock as she said: "Give it to me, sweet pup. Cum in your princess' mouth."

The tension rapidly built, Ailah's excited breathing and warm hands making any attempt at restraint as good as useless. Galen put both front paws on Ailah's wet hair and pushed gently and she obediently lowered her head, her lips parting around his cock and allowing him into wet, melting warmth. Her hand kept stroking at the base of his cock as she murmured around him "cum, boy," before swirling her tongue around his length, giving him the last push that made the pressure suddenly give way to waves of shivering relief as he shot his seed into her mouth.

Her hand stilled on his cock, but she kept sucking, actually taking him deeper. He felt her mouth and tongue move after each twitch of his member as she swallowed every drop and when he stopped coming, she was kissing his knot, her mouth hot and tight around his member.

Ailah slowly lifted her head, dragging her lips along his cock, her head heavy with his taste and smell and the almost searing feel of his cock. Her body was hot from the bath and her arousal and she knew she was flushed as she looked let go of Galen's member and looked up into his eyes.

Galen looked down at her, panting, eyes half-closed, a dopey grin on his muzzle.

"Did you like that, boy?" She asked, running her thumb up the underside of his still mostly hard member, while her other hand fondled his undiminished knot.

His grin widened a bit and his eyes closed before he suddenly shifted his weight, twisting and letting himself fall side-first into the water beside her. She'd turned to follow his movement and yelped as the splash hit her, and she immediately sputtered and rubbed at her eyes to clear them of water. Before her vision returned to normal though, she felt something warm and long and soft draw a shivery line from the back of her left thigh and up along her butt before slipping between her buttocks, reaching her tailbone before disappearing again. Still feeling a phantom tingling, she turned in time to catch another splash to the face as Galen surfaced. His expression was teasingly smug, but uncertainty crept into it almost immediately, his ears drooping slightly.

"You dumb wolf," she said, any heat in her words caused more by her excitement than by any real irritation. "You surprised me."

His ears pricked up again, his eyes flicking down a bit and Ailah sucked in a breath when he leaned forward, pressing his muzzle against her right breast, lips and jaws parting enough that she could feel his teeth just before his tongue pressed against her hard nipple.

The tingling lick was over in a moment and Galen looked mostly confident as he withdrew. His voice came out a little flustered as he said: "I think we're both glad I can, aren't we?"

The memory of the embarrassment she'd felt when he came storming into her room came back to her, stealing her words momentarily and while she was distracted, Galen leaned forward again, opening his mouth to take her breast very gently between his front teeth and teasing her nipple with his tongue. Heat pulsed from where he touched her and the heat in her body, which had been steadily building as she teased him, became more intense.

"You cheat," Galen complained, almost whining really, licking her between words. "I can't smell you in here. You can still read me."

"I always do, don't I?" she responded, managing to sound mostly nonchalant despite the surprisingly strong reaction she had to his touch and the oddly powerful embarrassment she felt from his reminder and the novelty of the sensation. She put her hands on the sides of his head and asked: "You want to taste your princess' pussy again?"

His head whipped away from her, looking around the room. "Where?"

Ailah stared at him for a moment, still tingling, and blinked. Then she snorted out a laugh and Galen looked back at her, his expression the bewildered one that was so familiar. That made her laugh a little harder and the need that had been building faded into the background as he cocked his head. "What?"

"Your blind spots are so odd," she said, still giggling. A teasing tone entered her voice as she asked: "What do you think I mean? It's not my mouth and both your tongue and cock made it very happy."

He blinked stupidly and a moment passed. She was about to simply tell him when he said slowly: "Odd. Other than sex, I'd only heard cunt and cunny and I thought those were bad."

She couldn't help the smile. "Usually. Pussy is a little softer."

"I guess I can get used to it," Galen said thoughtfully and his tone and almost serious expression made her laugh again.

"I'm sure," she said. "I think you should get better acquainted with it."

Galen watched as Ailah rose from her kneeling position with apparent eagerness and turned, water running down her firm, round ass. She put her hands on the marble around the bath, but before she could lift herself up from the water, he gave in to a sudden urge and pounced, placing his paws on her hips, his tongue lolling out to give her a lick from between her legs to the small of her back. She tasted of nothing much in particular, water, a hint of salty sweat and a bit of her wetness and he immediately gave her another quick lick.

Ailah hesitated, the odd, warm feeling seeming both obscene and, maybe because of it, thrilling. She leaned forward on her elbows, a flash of embarrassment running through her at the thought of how she was presenting herself and what she was allowing. Not able to keep a bit of breathy nervousness from her voice, she asked: "What do you think you're doing?"

Instead of answering immediately, he licked her again, slower, this time lingering briefly on her asshole. The ticklish wetness of his tongue was pleasantly distracting despite the embarrassment she felt and she was silently grateful that she'd been thorough when she showered.

He drew back and said, tone half-teasing, half-nervous: "What am I doing?

"You're-" she began, but stopped when began licking her again, shifting between long licks and swirling his tongue around her hole.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, withdrawing for a moment before putting his tongue back on her with a little more enthusiasm.

She couldn't decide whether she liked that he was growing confident enough to tease her or not, but she liked his vigor. "You don't have to. But if you like it so much..." She let the sentence hang in the air, though her slowly quickening breathing made her generous tone somewhat less convincing.

He pulled back so not even his breath warmed her, leaving his paws as the only thing touching her and said, his voice almost entirely confident: "What does my princess want?"

Ailah felt strangely embarrassed, but for some reason, it excited her a little as well and that made the words come easier. She leaned forward on her elbows and said: "Please lick my ass, boy."

Galen put his paws on her buttocks and spread her slightly before beginning to lick her again. She could feel his teeth as he rested them on the top of her ass and his slaver dripped onto her, running down between her cheeks as his tongue wandered over her, always coming back on the tingling, ticklish little spot of her asshole. It felt very warm and wet and dirty despite their location and her tension built steadily.

Galen redoubled his efforts as he felt Ailah lean more heavily on her arms and actually pressed her ass back against him. He could hear her breathing quicken slightly, her muscles tensing beneath his paws and if he wasn't mistaken, he thought she was clenching up a bit beneath his tongue.

Her obvious reaction to him and the odd satisfaction he felt from licking her in such a place had him breathing hard as well, and his pulse was rapid in his body, pumping hot blood through his already hot body and making him swell again. He pressed his claws lightly into the soft curve of Ailah's hips, intently listening for any sound of discomfort, but he heard nothing but her excited breathing.

He had an urge to pull her closer and had to make an effort to restrain himself, because doing so would either pull her back into the water or risk drawing blood. Instead, he pressed the tip of his tongue hard against her rear and that elicited a little gasp.

Ailah immediately regretted her own exhalation when she felt the warm pressure vanish again, the hot, fast breathing that ghosted against her a poor replacement. Without the constant stimulation, she realized just how much Galen's tongue had wandered, coating much of her ass in thick saliva rather than normal water and the realization made her a little more tensely warm, making his sudden stop even more frustrating.

"You were doing well, boy," she admonished, managing a teasing tone despite the breathiness of her voice. The slick feeling and the previous pressure against her ass made her think of her more adventurous sessions, where her fingers had roamed further than her pussy. Not quite able to believe she was saying it, she murmured: "Don't stop now. If you do well, I might one day let you put something else there."

Galen gasped at Ailah's words, which sent a thrill of heat down through his body and made his cock twitch. It was already fully hard again, the taste and smell, the feel and sound of Ailah as he licked her almost as potent as her touch. She was so wondrously on display before him and a part of him wanted nothing more than to mount her. But another part of him wanted just as much to continue and make her writhe beneath his teeth and tongue. He pulled his paws from her and said, voice husky: "Roll over."

Ailah blew out a breath and looked over her shoulder at him, her drenched hair half-hiding her face and he smiled at the flushed frustration he saw in her dark eyes. She didn't hesitate much though, and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs for him, a movement that sent another pulse of desire through him.

He placed his paws on her ass and pushed her back along the damp stone a little, before sliding his forelimbs beneath her and pushing her body up so both her pussy and her asshole was on display.

Ailah felt a fresh bit of hot embarrassment, almost indistinguishable from her excitement as Galen's furred limbs made her display herself in a different way and looked past herself at him. His eyes sparkled up at her, his drenched fur hanging around a grin and then he closed his jaws gently around her.

She could feel the ring of his front teeth encircling the top of her pussy, and his tongue wandered quickly over her, running between her wet folds, up to her clit and down again, but most of his effort was spent on her ass. The wandering was simultaneously agonizing and wonderful, because his tongue was warm and moist wherever it touched but left each spot chilly and neglected when it moved away. She would have warmed the spots he left herself, but his mouth around her pussy made that impossible, so instead she placed one hand on his snout while the other wandered over her upper body, caressing her breasts and stomach, adding the small touches to the pleasure Galen was giving her.

"Does the princess like this?" Galen rumbled between licks and the hot, breathy words amply made up for the pause in his tongue's caress. "Are you going to cum from getting your ass licked? By your beast?"

She could feel the shivery release gathering as he spoke and the hard points of his teeth seemed to send little searing tongues from her skin down to her pussy. "Yes, boy," she said, her voice throaty, her fingers tugging at his snout. Galen's eyes met hers, and judging by his wide, dark pupils, he liked her expression. "Keep going. Your bitch loves it."

He obeyed eagerly, running his tongue around her opening and boldly, delightfully pressed against it, now and then moving up to her pussy, slathering her lips with saliva and sending jolts up through her whenever his tongue touched her clit. She felt herself tense, the excitement gathering in her lower body and it seemed like he noticed because he pressed harder against her, both with his tongue and with his teeth. The tip of his tongue pressed into her ass, swirling once before retreating and giving her a few more long licks, and when he again pushed into her, it sent her over the edge.

She clenched as shivers ran through her, lighter than the last time, but she still gasped and her legs half-closed around Galen's head. Through half-lidded eyes, she looked down at Galen and her lips quirked into an uneven, quivery smile at the honest satisfaction in his eyes.

"You liked that too, didn't you boy?" Ailah asked. Despite the flutter in her voice, she sounded teasing and her eyes were knowing. Her hand pulled on Galen's snout and she spread her legs invitingly wide "You're ready to fuck your princess again, aren't you?"

Galen withdrew his muzzle from Ailah and leapt up from the bath in a spray of water, eliciting a startled laugh from her as he placed himself over her. His mouth darted down, opening around her mouth, his tongue meeting hers and her hand found his cock as he lowered herself toward her. She moaned into his mouth as she guided him into her slick, warm pussy. He echoed her moan, the pressure around his cock feeling heavenly after the throbbing anticipation while he licked her and he began thrusting immediately, only barely restraining himself from pushing in his knot.

Ailah's reaction was enthusiastic. She breathed heavily around his tongue, lifted her lower body to meet his and curled her limbs around him, her legs closing around his rear and her fingers tangling in the fur on his back.

They broke for air and he looked down at Ailah. Her face was inches from his mouth, the rapid breaths coming from her half-open mouth mingling with his. Her mouth and flushed cheeks were wet with his saliva and her brown eyes were dark, her pupils wide.

He lapped at her nose, drawing a breathy giggle from her and a few heavy inhales was all he could make himself take before diving back in to capture her mouth.

Ailah's mouth was filled with Galen's long tongue, exploring her with warm insistence and tangling with her short tongue between the moments they parted for air. His cock pounded into her, sliding even easier in and out of her than before and sending hot tremors up her body with each thrust, seeming to build on the echoes of her last orgasm. She held onto him tightly, pressing herself against his muscular frame, relishing the feeling of moving muscles and heavy fur sliding over her skin.

He pulled back from her mouth again, his tongue lolling withdrawing last, lolling out of his mouth. His ears perked and his adoring golden eyes were as amazed as before, but this time, he didn't resume the kiss. Instead, he pushed against her arms and despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold him and his chest rose from hers. The discomfort that his withdrawal sparked was quickly extinguished though, because he dragged his jaw down over her throat, teeth and tongue drawing tingling lines over her skin. Gently, he took her left breast between his teeth, tongue running in circles around the sensitive, completely stiff nipple and she gasped, thighs tensing around him.

His eyes flicked to her, his gaze unsure, and his movements slowed for a moment, but he seemed to see her enjoyment in her face and feel it in in how her hands and legs pulled at him. The movement of his hips sped again and his teeth tightened on her, small points of pressure that was somehow transformed from discomfort to pleasure by all the other sensations she felt.

With slowly growing confidence, Galen began switching between Ailah's breasts, nipping gently at them. In the back of his head, he was continually worried he would hurt her, but her eyes closed in pleasure when he looked up at her and her left hand came down to rest on the top of his head, softly pressing him down towards her breasts.

Another lick at her hard nipple made her shiver and Galen had an idea. With a momentary effort, he stopped thrusting and drew himself up to almost a sitting position. He adjusted his paws, placing them firmly on Ailah's hips as she let her hand fall from his muzzle and placed both arms to hold her fast on the slippery floor. Her legs were still locked around him, her mouth was partly open and her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes, clouded with lust and love as they were, were also half-curious, half-challenging.

Galen gave her a wide, lolling grin, his eyes crinkling and began moving his hips again as he bent over to lap at her clit.

Ailah gasped out a breathy titter. She couldn't help it. His pose reminded her so much of a dog licking itself and his expression was one of almost comical concentration, making it impossible not to laugh. But as funny as it looked, it was also incredible, his unsteady licks sending little streams of heat up through her, mingling with and magnifying the pleasure of his increasingly powerful thrusts, making her hot excitement curl tightly inside her.

"Good boy," she said, her voice shaking as well as teasing. "Make your-"

She cut herself off with a sharp intake of breath when a twist of his hip and flick of his tongue made everything unfold into waves of pleasure. Her legs closed tightly around him, her muscles tensing and she arched her back as she trembled. She pressed forward against him, drawing him in as she came and his movements became wilder, more insistent, while his muzzle still remained down by her clit.

"Wait," she panted, as something occurred to her. "Don't-" she breathed, but a gasp drowned the words as her pull and his push squeezed the last part of his cock inside her, the bulbous lower part of his cock spreading her lips wide. His head snapped up, his eyes finding hers as he exhaled harshly and a shudder passed through her she clenched around him. Her own release was already petering out, but it seemed to resurge momentarily as he came, filling her with his seed in a series of trembling, throbbing bursts, his legs tensing against her and his claws digging hard but not painfully into her hips.

When he stopped, he leaned forward, placed his paws on either side of her head and licked her mouth. His chest was heaving and he was still thick and throbbing inside her, but she saw none of the lethargy in his limbs that she was beginning to feel as warm relaxation replaced quivery pleasure.

She responded lazily to his tongue, opening her mouth to suck on it for a moment, then raised a hand and gave him a light slap over the head.

His expression went from adoringly content to dismal in an instant, his ears flattening and his eyes growing wide and sad. She couldn't keep back the indolent smile. "I tried to say you shouldn't."

She made a gesture and wiggled her hips once, pressing her feet against his thighs.

Galen's expression became sheepish, his ears rising a bit. "Sorry," he said, voice matching his expression. A little guiltily, he continued: "You seemed... I didn't think-"

"You often don't," Ailah teased, running a finger over his ear and Galen relaxed. He couldn't say he was entirely upset with the result, as it did feel wonderful and right, stuck inside her tight warmth again, but he was feeling guilty for not listening.

"I'll get better," he said hurriedly. "I'll listen. It's just hard-"

"I know it is," Ailah said and a movement of her hips made Galen forget his words for a moment.

"I'm sorry. I'm just... You're-"

"Distracting?" Ailah guessed smugly.

Galen looked down at her. Her hair was plastered to the wet floor around her head and her beautiful eyes glowed with amusement. Her mouth was wet with saliva and quirked in a crooked smile that he found even lovelier than before. And her neck was soft and slender, her shoulders beautiful and her breasts were pert and enticing and a little red. She must have seen something in his face, because her teasing expression softened. "Completely overwhelming," he breathed.

"Thank you," she said, her sincerity masked with her usual mocking tone. She ran her other hand up his left forelimb to his face and added: "You're very captivating too."

"I am sorry though," Galen said.

"It's fine," she said, scratching him behind the ears, making him shiver. That drew a quick little smile from her. "I just don't think the floor will be comfortable in a few minutes."

"Oh," Galen said. He lowered his head and licked her throat. "Sorry. Next time, I'll behave."

"I think I want that," Ailah said. Her slight blush belied her light tone and hesitance crept into It when she added: "It's very... animalistically erotic. Breeding your bitch."

Galen smiled a little slyly. "And you like that, Princess?"

"Very much," she admitted breathily. She looked down to where they were still connected and she made a little wriggle of her hips that was delightful around his cock. In response, her rolled his hips and her little intake of breath told him that she liked the feeling as much as he did.

"I'd be happy to indulge you whenever you like," Galen said happily.

Ailah's expression turned a little thoughtful. "How often?"

Galen tilted his head, flopping an ear in question and Ailah giggled. "When are you spent?"

Galen blinked and it took him a moment to figure out what she meant, dredging up a few half-remembered tidbits about humans and other animals. "Haven't been yet," he said, torn between smugness and embarrassment at what he was implicitly admitting. "I think I'm more akin to lions than wolves on that part."

Ailah's eyes and mouth widened a little in astonishment.

"I do get tired," Galen admitted, mumbling slightly under her stare. "But that's more from exertion. Hunting does the same."

"It doesn't vary much over the year, does it? No heats?" Ailah asked, though more in the tone of someone confirming something they already knew. Galen nodded and she let out a little laugh, her expression turning a little wicked. "I love you."

Galen bent down and simply nuzzled her this time, enjoying her warmth. His tail wagged slowly as he murmured: "I love you, Ailah."

In response, she wrapped her arms around him, one hand scratching behind his ears again and did her best to press her body against his. Her loving embrace was a stark contrast to her blunt words when she said: "Now, let's figure out how get your fluffy ass underneath me without snapping my new favorite toy."