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It was two in the morning but she couldn't sleep. He was right there warm and real against her back. She could fee his body moving with every breath, so close and yet so far away. In the other room of the small two bedroom apartment her husband slept. Beside him one of their best friends and yes it was odd that they'd split up but the friend he was sleeping with needed a firmer bed to sleep on and that meant their bed. She trusted her husband, knew that he saw their friend as just that a friend, regardless of her gender. Besides he'd been having trouble lately, an inability to sleep do to a medical condition that left him exhausted and unable to do much of anything with her let alone with anyone else.

Just the slightest shift and she'd have his hand on her breast. It would be so easy. If she was quiet she could get away with it. first the hand on her breast and then a shift over her hips letting her little tail brush ever so gently against the front of his boxers. So easy to wriggle her hips and let what she wanted to happen come to life. But she loved her husband. Well and truly loved him. She was just so pent up with all the build up and no follow through.

For months not it had been the same thing the gentle stroking, that fired her up, brought her so close to completion only to have him pull out moments too soon, finished himself and apologizing once more for not having the stamina to get her over that last hurdle. She could still feel the heat in her loins when she thought about how close she'd gotten before the dinner party that ended with them having friends over for the night.

A warm puff of breath hit her neck and made her ears twitch. It wasn't like she could get pregnant, he was a fox after all and she a rabbit, the genetics just didn't work. That's the reason she and her husband had no children. A wolf and a rabbit didn't mix any better. The smell of him was so strong, so potently male. God if her husband knew what she was thinking he'd throw her out in a minute.

The fox behind her had been a friend of theirs for years, the friendship actually predating her relationship with her husband buy a few months. She'd even dated him for a while before they'd decided that they were wonderful friends but not so good at the lovers part. Oh the sex worked, god did the sex work! But the relationship part was lacking. A full six years younger then her he hadn't been able to give her something that she craved, that sense of danger, of being under someone else's control. Then she'd met the wolf.

Without meaning to she shifted her hips back slightly, letting out a soft sigh as she felt that warm masculine hardness pressing against her buttocks. His arms were already around her body and his hands held her close to his chest letting her feel the lift and fall of his breathing. He was kind and generous and shared many interests with both her and her husband, making special trips once a year to spend a few weeks with them so they could keep in touch. This was another of those trips.

They'd all gone to dinner, meeting up with a group of their friends at a local bar and having a good time. Then when it came time to go home she'd been taken aside by a pretty bear that she and her husband had been getting closer to and asked if the bear could spend the night. It didn't take much convincing; they'd been trying to bed the bear for weeks now and having her ask if she could come over was just the opportunity they'd been waiting for.

There was no sexual attraction between the bear and her husband, but both of them wanted a chance to drive her crazy and she was more then willing to indulge them both. The fox politely excused himself when they got back to the small apartment; he'd only flown in the day before and said he was tired, which was totally acceptable. After all he wasn't as into the scene as they were.

At first it had been wonderful. She'd lit some candles and prepared the main room leaving plenty of space for whip swing. She did love the way the floggers felt as they landed on her back, shoulders and hips. Moaned desperately when hands came into play and she found herself lost in the sensations as finger claws raked up and down her body leaving red trails on her tender skin that were visible through her pale fur. Then the tone of the play had changed and she found herself on her back with the bear between her thighs being driven to climax after climax while her husband held her close to his chest.

She didn't know how long it had lasted or how loud she'd been all she knew is that when it was over she felt content for the first time in months. Then they'd all headed for bed. She'd slipped into the guest room wearing her favorite nightie, and slide under the sheets beside her long time friend only to find him awake and waiting to wrap his arms around her.

That had been hours ago. Hours during which he'd held her secure and safe in his arms like her husband couldn't. At first it had made her sad, and she'd cried silent tears that wet the pillow her cheek rested on. But when he felt her body shaking he'd started petting her soothingly through the thin cotton of her nightie. That had calmed the tears all right but left this persistent need building inside her until she felt like she was ready to burst.

She could smell his arousal, and she knew he could smell hers. But the door was open as was the master bedroom door and she could hear the machine that kept her husband breathing through the night working steadily in the next room, along side the soft snore of the lady in his bed.

Through the long hours the flames were fanned, first with innocent touches; the light caress over her belly and along her arm. Then gradually with more purpose driven touches; her hips shifting to accommodate his masculinity, his hand resting on the swell of her bust, the soft caress of his breath against the base of her ear. It was driving her crazy how close he was and yet how far away from everything she felt.

Her hand moved all on it's own down to stroke his thigh, toying with the leg of his boxers, teasingly lifting the material so that the tips of her fingers could stroke the warmer fur beneath. His hips rolled forward and at the same time his hand slide down her belly to grasp her hip so she couldn't pull forward and pretend she didn't know what it was that was pressing against her so firmly.

She felt like putty in his arms, he knew every nuance of her body, every little trick that got her hot and bothered and without saying a word he was using them all. This is what was missing from their earlier relationship, this demanding insistent presence that refused to be denied. This grown man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. Her resolve was faltering. She should get up and go sleep on the couch. She should remember her husband and thank the gods that he didn't know what she was doing right now.

That's what she should do. What she would do was still up for debate.

A low growl filled her ears as she started to pull away. The hand on her hip curled into a fist holding a handful of her nightie and pulling her back firmly into place against him once more. She stifled the squeak that rose out of her throat in the pillow and held still. Slowly he relaxed again, letting the fullness of his manhood rest against her backside while his hand slowly released her nightie. He might be asleep and not aware of what he was doing. It had been a few hours since he'd spoken to her last.

That thought was wiped out of her mind when he leaned harder into her back and dropped his hand down between her thighs. Her eyes widened and she swallowed a soft moan as he found with his fingers that she'd neglected to put on anything but the nightie when she headed for bed. Perhaps she was subconsciously wishing for just this to happen? In any case the low growl was back in his throat as he whispered into her ear. "Naughty little bunny. Don't you know that's just begging for it?" One of his deft fingers slid between her still damp labia and curled up slightly hitting her clit on the first try as if it hadn't been years since the last time he'd touched her but only yesterday.

Her body responded immediately to the feel of him caressing her by shoving back hard against his hips, pinning his hard cock between the soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. Her breath caught and held, stilling any protest that she might have made, as pleasure rolled through her body.

It had been so long since she'd felt the demanding presence of a dominant male. With her husband so ill that he only managed to enflame her and never fulfill her it was pure torment for her every time they went to one of the scene parties and she got to see all the dominant males and how they acted around their partners. This is what she'd been craving, what she needed so desperately right now. Her will crumbled and she stopped fighting his hold on her letting that finger explore between her wet folds and relishing every moment of it.

It ended abruptly, his hand lifting away, leaving her gasping for breath and trembling with the intensity of the need that filled her. She wanted him so badly, needed him so badly! She slid her hand down to trace a finger up the firm length of his trapped penis, pausing only when she felt the damp spot, evidence of how worked up he was. She didn't speak; simply let her hands tell him she'd given into him.

Her fingers slid under the waist of his boxers and she wrapped her hand around that firm length with a full body shudder. It was so warm and full and ready for her that she almost couldn't stand the idea of it being trapped inside that loose cotton covering. That was all he needed. His hands pushed down on the waist of his boxers baring the length she held in her hand. Her wrist was taken and lifted so she was forced to let his cock go as he pulled his hips back. It didn't surprise her when he gathered her wrists both in one of his large hands and held them against the bed, it actually made her feel even more safe and secure knowing that he was holding her immobile.

Then she felt the first brush of bare skin, the tip of his cock sliding down along the bare patch of fur under her tail, past the tightness of her anus and up against the wet folds of her sex. It was indescribable to feel the power in his cock as it throbbed with his heart beats pressing tighter to her labia each time. She needed this so badly. Her eyes closed as she felt him adjusting his position, pulling his hips back, gripping her hip tightly with his free hand then pressing forward again.

This time his aim was better and the tip of his cock found the opening of her passage. He let out a soft grunt and pushed forward again sliding the head of his cock firmly into her body. Her back arched thrusting her hips back against his, deepening that first thrust so that he was well and truly seated in her needy pussy. She stifled a cry before it could escape her. God he was so warm! So hard! So what her body wanted!

He rolled her, shoving his knee between her legs to make her part for him as he pressed her face down into the bed, his hand still holding her wrists captive. Now she was trapped under his body, feeling the heat of him radiating down into her back and ass, knowing that she had no way to escape, but not caring as she didn't want to escape anyway. He pulled her arms apart, wrapping his fingers in hers with his palms on the back of her hands, keeping her palms firmly pressed to the mattress as he started to thrust deeper into her body.

She bit the pillow as that delicious heat speared into her driving deeper with each movement of his hips until she was packed full, every inch of his cock buried inside her quivering body. Then came that growly whisper, "That's what you need isn't it? You need to be filled up, taken, possessed!" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. His muzzle lowered to her shoulder and he bit her holding her still as he started to thrust into her body in long smooth strokes, showing the power of his healthy younger frame. She could do nothing but lie there and let him drive her higher and higher.

It was perfect, it was heaven, his strength holding her captive to his lustful movements. She was lost from the moment he whispered in her ear, needs that had been long denied finally being satisfied in the way that they should. Her thighs parted wide and her hips tried to lift up each time he pushed himself deep into her body. The soft sounds she was making were muffled by the pillow but the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her body soon became audible, that slick lewd sound unmistakable for anything else.

He brought her to climax, pressing himself deep while her muscles clamped down around his cock and she trembled under her. But that wasn't enough; he wasn't finished with her yet. He paused only long enough for her to regain her breath before he started thrusting again. The strength in his arms held her down when she wanted to squirm, his hips kept working when she tried to pull away. Nothing she could do would let her escape his pleasurable attack on her body.

It felt so good, so right to be under him like this. To have him plundering her body, taking what he wanted from her and not allowing her to deny him. Just moments after she'd recovered from her first climax he'd worked her to another, and on the heels of that another. It was getting harder to stifle the sounds she was making. The pleasure of his cock driving into her willing body was more then she could withstand.

She could feel his breath coming hot and fast against her neck, feel the way his muscles bunched and relaxed as he moved over her, but it was all secondary to the pleasure that lit her up like a Christmas tree. She hit another peak just as he found his own climax, thrusting hard into her body and straining as his cock jerked filling her with the heat of his cum and making her overflow with it. Finally he came to a rest over her, lying heavily on her back and letting his heated panting slow.

She felt so at peace with everything, his warm weight on her back a constant reminder that she was safe and secure, his slowly softening cock the perfect conclusion. Sleep finally came, wrapping her in its arms as he rolled to the side and did the same with her body. The last fleeting thought through her mind, "How am I going to tell my husband?"