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Homecoming

By Green

A Commission for Psyphix

Jordan Smith fidgeted anxiously in his seat, tapping one foot against the ground, checking his phone every seven seconds on average, and more than anything else, looking around and scanning the faces in the crowd, despite the fact that he knew full well that the plane he was waiting for had only just arrived here in British Columbia, and wasn't discharging passengers just yet. The German shepherd had been looking forward to this day for months, but now that it was actually here, he was about as calm and relaxed as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Glancing up for approximately the eight thousandth time, he inhaled sharply, his ears standing bolt upright as his eyes caught onto someone in the crowd... only to slump back down, blushing, ears flat, as he realized the 'wolf' he could see across the hall was a blind man's seeing-eye feral wolfdog. He managed to resist the urge to check his phone just this one time, as he knew from the last time he'd checked about thirty seconds earlier that this eternity of waiting had really only lasted about five minutes so far. And yet, he still pulled his phone back out as soon as he let his mind wander, just in case he'd received a text without noticing. As he heard an announcement come over the public address system, announcing that the plane was disembarking (in a voice that was no doubt carefully cultivated to be calm and polite without being either bored and detached or perky and too interested), Jordan stood up, shivering with excitement despite his best efforts to calm down, and started walking in the direction of the gate indicated.

He'd met Laura online, and while the two of them had had trouble at first opening up to each other, they very rapidly became best friends, and soon after, something more than that. Laura had been nervous about meeting him in person, but since they lived in the same area, they eventually found themselves going on 'real' dates, taking long strolls in the park, enjoying dinner together, or just taking in the sunset from atop the hills behind Jordan's apartment building. Then Laura, a military paramedic, had gotten the call; she was being deployed to Iraq with the First Medical Division. That last time he'd held her in his arms and then watched her walk off into the base for final preparations had been one of the hardest moments of his life, and they'd resumed their online connection as much as they could. It had been hard, but they'd made it abundantly clear that they still cared deeply about each other, and now, the day had finally come where her deployment had come to an end and she was returning to Canada, to her life... and to Jordan. Standing by the arrival gate, Jordan retrieved the sign from his bag, the one with Laura's name in big bold letters, and made an active effort to relax (a contradiction if ever he'd made one) as people started filing through the doors. Unlike most of the other people waiting there, who stretched up on their toes and jostled each other for a better view of the top of the corridor, Jordan's eyes were locked on the area around the shins and knees of most of the people getting off the plane. And when he saw a flash of eyes behind a rail-skinny human's thigh, he thought he felt his heart skip a beat out of pure excitement. Sure enough, she popped out from behind a rather overweight feline man and broke into a huge smile the instant she laid eyes on him and his 'LAURA BROOKS' sign, visibly restraining herself from running full speed across the room as she walked over, tail wagging madly. Jordan knelt down, dropping the sign by his side, laughing at nothing in particular from the absurd level of happiness suddenly flowing through his body as he wrapped his arms around her. He knew she would have returned the hug if she could, but that was a little bit difficult when one doesn't have hands. Laura Brooks was every bit as intelligent as any of the other wolves Jordan had seen wandering around the airport, but she'd been born in a quadrupedal body almost identical to those of her feral progenitors. At the moment she was wearing a set of army fatigues tailored specifically for her unusual, but not entirely unheard-of shape, with 'BROOKS' neatly stitched onto the front of one of her shoulders, given that her chest was on the underside of her body. As Jordan held her tight, she nuzzled against his cheek, and he shivered, letting out a shuddery breath as he realized how much he'd missed that sensation. "Heya Jordan," she whispered, her voice as casual as if she'd just seen him that morning, "Long time, no see." When he released the embrace, though, he saw tears of happiness forming in her eyes. "How's it going, Laur'?" he asked, running his hand through her black fur, "Your flight back home okay?" She nodded distractedly, seeming reluctant to take her eyes off him even for a second, as if afraid he'd vanish if she looked away. "Oh yeah, it was fine," she said, absently, "Nobody thought I was a stray this time, the fatigues helped, and they even had a special bench I could strap onto, didn't have to sit in a damned cage like last time." Her expression darkened slightly as she remembered the embarrassing ordeal, but it melted away almost instantly, swamped over by her joy in being reunited with the shepherd. "So, uh, you got any luggage?" he asked, still a bit hesitant to bring up the topic of things she couldn't do easily. She didn't seem the least bit put off, though, and indicated down the hall with a nod of her head. "Oh, yeah, got my bag with me, should be coming through soon," she said, grinning, "You wanna go get it, or do you wanna just stay here holding me? Either's fine by me..." Laughing at that more than the joke really warranted, Jordan leaned in and briefly kissed the wolfess on the lips, welcoming his favourite paramedic home, ignoring the looks they got from some of the more close-minded people in the vicinity.

Soon enough, they sat by the luggage carousal, waiting for Laura's olive drab shoulder bag to show its proverbial face, quietly talking politely about everything about their separation they hadn't mentioned in their infrequent online conversations. As they talked about this and that, like Laura's friendships with local civilians who helped out at the base, Jordan's friendly neighbour finally having her baby, which turned out to be twins, and TV continuing to be a bit hit-or-miss, among many other things, they just sat there, basking in each other's presence. Laura was lying across the seat of the chair next to her boyfriend, and had her forepaws draped over his upper thigh. In a similarly quiet attempt to maintain contact, he had his hand gently resting on the back of her neck, as though he had paused in the middle of petting her in the manner of a feral (something she actually quite enjoyed behind closed doors but found slightly embarrassing in public). "So," Jordan said quietly after a few minutes, "What's the first thing you wanna do now that you're back?" She looked up at him with a soft smile. "Well, I'm a little jet lagged," she said, "so maybe I'll just head home to do some relaxing." The shepherd tried not to let his disappointment show on his face. He'd been hoping she'd want to spend a little time with him, but he just nodded, half-expecting this, still happy to have her back. "Alright, that's fine by me," he replied, "Is that your bag over there?" She looked over and her tail began to wag again. "No... but that's it just coming out of the vent over there," she said, pointing with a paw, "Ah... would you mind...?" He gave the loose skin on the back of her neck a gentle, playful squeeze. "It'd be my pleasure," he said, anticipating her request. She hopped down to the floor, and they walked over to retrieve her bag. "They really are fond of the ugliest shades of green, aren't they?" he asked, as he hefted it up onto his shoulder. Laura giggled and performed a shrug, something that definitely made her stand out from most quadrupeds. "Believe it or not, you get used to it."

Soon enough, they were sitting in Jordan's car, heading down the highway. They'd been quiet most of the way out of the airport, and there had been a lot of music to distract them from the silence in the drive so far, but now the radio had shifted to a commercial for an upcoming reality TV show (which really didn't work in pure audio form, but it had never stopped them from trying), and Jordan glanced over at the wolfess with a grin. "Sooo, is this your first time in something that wasn't a tank since you deployed?" Caught off-guard, she laughed at that, shaking her head in amusement. "You know, paramedics don't exactly spend a lot of time in the armoured division, for some reason," she said, with that smile that gave Jordan butterflies in his stomach the first time he saw it, "Plenty of jumping out of planes, though. And a lot of humvee rides. First day there, they told me not to stick my head out the window, present a target for snipers. Can you believe that?" After a moment, Jordan looked at her, one eyebrow raised. "...But you do like to put your head out the window in cars," he said, "I'm surprised you're not doing it now." She giggled sheepishly, and he glanced over to see her blushing, as he thought she was especially cute with a little colour in her cheeks. "Well, yeah..." she admitted, "But he didn't know that! It'd be like, uh, assuming a cat didn't like water, and telling him he had to shower every day whether he liked it or not." He chuckled at the idea, conceding her the point. "So seriously, pooch, how was army life?" he asked, giving in to his curiosity. She lifted a paw and made a dismissive gesture. He'd known there had been no major issues with her deployment, but he still didn't really know what her 'day-to-day' entailed. "Oh, you know, it's all about the routine," she said, casually, "Which is nice, but it will be great to have some time to not know exactly where I'll be at any given moment of the day." After a moment, she added, "And of course, I doubt anybody is going to need to have shrapnel removed from his lungs in my living room." Jordan realized he wasn't entirely sure how she would manage such a delicate procedure without thumbs, but then Laura managed most things just fine, so he just nodded. After a moment, the shepherd sent a sideways glance her way, stroking the tuft of beard on the tip of his chin thoughtfully, and then pressed a button on his door, rolling down her window. She laughed and shook her head. "Am I really that easy to read?" she asked, delight shining through in her voice. Without waiting for an answer, the wolf leaned over and stuck her head out the window, basking in the sun and the wind.

Laura perked up even more when her apartment building came into view, clearly happy to be home, and as Jordan paused at the stop sign outside the parking lot, he looked over at her, radiant in her joy, when suddenly his mind's eye erased the fatigues that clung to her body, imagining her sitting there wearing nothing but her sleek, black pelt, looking over at him with bedroom eyes as she stood up on the seat, turned away from him, and lifted her tail, to reveal - "Jordan? You can go," she said, interrupting his impromptu fantasy, "I know I've been gone a while, but the last time I checked, they don't change from 'stop' to 'go'." Blushing and lowering his ears, he averted his eyes and nodded, heading on into the parking lot. That had been happening rather a lot since Laura deployed, unfortunately. They'd been dating for a while, but had never worked up to a physical level beyond kissing or casual touching (he didn't like to think of it as 'petting' as it seemed demeaning) before the army came calling. While she was away, he'd found himself fantasizing about her, and wrote it off as a side effect of missing her... one he'd hoped would fade once she was back. It was a silly daydream anyway, he thought, he'd actually seen her naked; since most garment companies didn't make clothes for quadrupeds, people didn't think much if the four-legged decided to let it all hang out, as long as they didn't go out of their way to lewdly display themselves in public. That thought threatened to return the image of Laura, well, lewdly displaying herself to his mind, but he focused on pulling into a parking spot without dinging the cars next to him.

Soon enough, they were headed down the wolfess' hall, and her tail was wagging like a well-fed puppy's. "I hope you don't mind if the place is a bit dusty," she said, looking back over her shoulder, "It's not like they send someone over to clean while I'm away. That reminds me, I'm gonna have to get groceries... I guess I can just order takeout tonight." The shepherd nodded, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and silently giving thanks that he wouldn't have to carry it much longer. The door to Laura's apartment, unlike all of the other ones on this floor, had a small grille set into the wall next to it, low to the ground, a pair of unmarked buttons just to the side. Jordan had seen this once or twice, but he always liked seeing it, a clever workaround for people with Laura's 'condition'. Apparently the building set up an apartment on each floor especially for quadrupeds, advertised their openness and diversity as a selling point. Laura ambled up to the grille and pressed the top button with a paw. A muted buzzing sounded, like the kind made by a similar grille at the front door of the building so that guests could let their friends know they'd arrived. After a moment, a gruff voice came on the line. "Yeah?" Laura pressed the second button, which made a click, but no sound. "It's Laura, Mr. Davis," she said, cheerily, "I'm back!" As she let go of the button, a gentle laugh came from the other end, and the building security manager replied, sounding much more relaxed this time. "Ah, Laura! It's good to hear your voice again!" he said, "Sorry, I thought it was that damned kid pressing the buttons for shits and giggles again. I'll buzz you right in. Welcome home, soldier!" With that, an electronic noise sounded inside the lock - the one that was built around a door handle that was much closer to the ground than the standard knob, which was at the same height as on every other door in the hall - and Laura grabbed at the handle with her paws, opening the door and pushing it open for her boyfriend. Jordan walked inside and watched with a grin as Laura paused in the middle of the kitchen area, closing her eyes. "Mmmm," she murmured after a few seconds, "it feels so good to be home..." The shepherd beamed from ear to ear, then sighed and set the shoulder bag down on the floor. "Well, I don't want to be in your way," he said, trying as hard as he could to hide his disappointment, "Give me a call once you're all rested up, okay? I've missed you, sweetie..." He turned back towards the door, but didn't make it a single step before she spoke up again. "Wait!" When he looked back, she blushed, apparently having blurted that out with more force than she intended. "Umm... I said I wanted to relax at home," she said, "but that doesn't mean I want to be alone... Do you... wanna stay for a while?"

Suddenly blushing much harder than she was, Jordan swallowed, his mouth dry, his mind nervous. He'd known Laura long enough that the look in her eyes told him this was about much more than simple relaxation; he'd only been here to drop her off or pick her up from other events, she'd never invited him to stay before, and he thought he knew what that meant now. "Oh, uh, sure, that sounds great, Laur'," he said, trying to sound casual even as his heart beat like a jackhammer. Beaming, her tail wagging, she nodded in the direction of the couch. "C'mon, let's just sit down for a bit, take a load off." He followed her over to the couch, taking a seat even as she hopped up onto the cushions, draping herself over his leg and making herself comfortable. "Grab that from the table there, would you?" she asked, pointing with a paw to the endtable next to the chesterfield, and Jordan obediently retrieved it and put it down on the thigh in front of her, as she requested. 'It' was a TV remote, albeit a very large one, with equally oversized buttons. Placing both her paws atop it, Laura was able to work it just as easily as people with hands manage normal-sized ones. Bringing up the network guide, she poked around at random, muttering to herself about how much Tivo she was going to have to catch up with later on. Eventually, she just threw on a movie they were both fond of, and settled down against him with a happy sigh, paying more attention to his hand rubbing along her neck than to the TV screen. After a few quiet, contented minutes spent like this, she looked up at her boyfriend with a sly grin. "Hey, Jordan," she started, "Would you do me a favour and... help me out of these fatigues? They chafe a little, you see..." Suddenly, the shepherd's ears swiveled back nervously, and he was so focused on the she-wolf that it was doubtful whether or not he'd be able to remember the movie they'd been watching without looking back up at the screen. "Wh - Uh, d-do you really need my help for that?" he stammered, bashfully, "Wouldn't you prefer, ah, a little privacy?" She nuzzled against his leg and looked up again, chuckling. "Well, I suppose I could do it," she said, "they put all the clips and zippers and stuff in places that I can get at... but I want you to do it." After a moment, grinning at the look on his face, she giggled. "What's the matter, Jordan?" she teased, "Never seen a girl naked before? Come on, I was naked when we met, remember?" Oh, he remembered, alright... but the way she was flaunting it at him right now had the shepherd mildly worried that if she kept it up, he was going to get hard... with her in the perfect position to notice.

Still, he'd be damned if he wasn't going to rise to the challenge, even if he was nervous about it. Letting out a deep breath, he grinned and somewhat roughly pulled the wolfess over, onto her back, which made her giggle. "That's more like it!" she laughed, "Start with that belt there, and then the zippers in the middle. It's a lot like regular clothes." Nodding, he carefully undid the clasps and buttons and zippers that held his girlfriend's uniform on, and he blushed as he worked the main zipper on her 'shirt' down along her chest, because as her ebon-black fur was exposed, bit by bit, he couldn't help but remind himself that he was undressing the girl he loved, and he shivered, which he was sure she could feel, given that she was currently using his leg as a pillow. Whenever he looked at her face, his ears attempted to flatten themselves from nervousness; she was watching his face, not his hands, and she was smiling neutrally. As he slid her shirt away, she flopped over onto all fours, and turned around, teasingly lowering her front half as she stuck her butt out towards him. "What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice low and breathy, "You're only half done." "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked, making a face. "And you aren't?" she retorted, wiggling her butt, "Come on, take your girlfriend's pants off!" He had to laugh at that, shaking his head in surrender as he worked open the last few fasteners and took hold of the 'waistband' of her trousers, slowly pulling them back and down, until her tail and back legs were free of them. He'd expected her to keep up the flirtatious pace by, well, by doing exactly what he'd been fantasizing about in the car, but she kept her tail held straight down, chastely covering herself. Turning around again and stretching with a happy sigh - Jordan couldn't fail to notice that now her tail flagged skywards, giving a good view to the inanimate lamp in the corner of the room - before stepping forward to lick his cheek. "Ahh, much better," she said, "Feels great to be in my own home, in the altogether... with you here by my side." The shepherd turned to face her, so close that their noses almost touched, and then, with a grin, he reached out and grabbed her. "Alright, enough teasing, c'mere you!" he said, as she laughed in delight. He bodily pulled her over until she was sitting in his lap, and then leaned in to kiss her, something the wolfess clearly enjoyed. She reached up and placed one paw on his shoulder as he put both of his hands on her back, one of them cupping the back of her head, the other roaming up and down her spine, occasionally being brushed by her tail as it wagged back and forth. They tried to keep such displays of affection brief in public, for fear that they might be targeted by the less-open minded for their relationship, but in here, where it was just the two of them, they felt no need to restrict themselves, and so the kiss went on, letting the canine couple express how much they'd missed each other during their lengthy separation without words. When they finally broke it off, they just stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, the wolfess leaning in to lick his cheek gently and whisper into his ear. "I love you, sweetie," she murmured, making him shiver. He found that he couldn't not respond the way she wanted him to, his heart wouldn't let him. "I love you too," he replied, enjoying her smile. They held each other's gaze for a long moment, until Laura looked down, and Jordan realized, to his chagrin, that what he'd feared had come to pass while he was distracted; he was as hard as a rock, and tenting his jeans out something fierce. He was about to stammer out an apology, terribly embarrassed, but before he could utter a single syllable, Laura surprised him by pressing one paw against his bulge and looking back up into his eyes. "Jordan..." she whispered, "Do you... want me?" Put as simply as that, there was only one answer he could give, and as his ears lowered in respect, he suppressed the urge to whimper. "Oh, God yes..." he murmured, without hesitation, "Do you..." She nodded before he could work up the courage to ask her the same question. "I thought about you every night, baby..." she replied, "C-can we... Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?" He reached out with a trembling hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against her cheek. "M-more than anything else in the universe, hon..." he whispered, "More than anything else in the universe..."

Soon, both of them were eagerly hurrying to Laura's bedroom, and for once, Jordan didn't hide his actions, openly leering at his girlfriend's backside, which she was keeping demurely covered with her tail. Her bedroom door had a handle lower down than the knob, just like the front door to her apartment, and she reached up and yanked it down, pushing a shoulder against the door and barely slowing down. As Jordan closed the door behind them out of habit, Laura hopped up on the bed. "I've never been in here before," he said, nervously, "It's nice, I like the..." the shepherd trailed off in the middle of a sentence as he turned around, his eyes widening, his whiskers twitching. He could do nothing else but stare as he found Laura in exactly the pose he'd imagined her in so very often, looking back over her shoulder at him, her chest pressed down against the mattress, her rump in the air, rear legs spread wide... and as soon as she saw that he was looking, she slowly, slowly, lifted her black, well-groomed tail, flagging it high and proud, showing herself off to the man she loved. He took an uncertain step closer to the bed, swallowing as his mouth suddenly felt parched and dry, and glanced to her face, as if this was some kind of test, and he wasn't meant to be staring at her feminine parts. "What do you think, baby?" she asked softly, wiggling her butt at him playfully. He let his eyes go back to where they most wanted to leer, and took in the sight of her vulva, puckered and rounded, distinctly different from the humanoid variety. And yet, as she moved slightly, he saw that her lips were glistening with arousal, and he shivered, realizing that in every way that mattered, it was very much the same. Above that, of course, was her tight pink anus, something which looked more or less the same no matter how a person was shaped. Jordan found himself smiling as it finally sank in that he was about to have his wicked way with this wonderful girl, and took another step forward, raising his arms. "Ah, ah, ah!" Laura scolded, turning around and hiding her treasures from him, "You don't get to go hands-on until you return the favour." When he just stared at her blankly, she giggled and gestured to his clothes with a paw. "Come on, babe..." she said, sensually, "Take it off for me."

With a grin, Jordan took hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing his lightly furred abs, discarding his shirt and posing for the approving wolfess before going to work on his pants, opening his belt and very slowly pulling down the zipper. As he worked his jeans down his leg, he heard Laura giggling again; he couldn't hide the fact that his tail was wagging with excitement. Stepping out of his pants, he moved closer to the bed again, and, as the wolf leered at him the way he'd leered at her, he pulled his boxers down his thighs, inch by inch, until his sheath and testicles were exposed to her eyes. The shepherd shivered as his quadrupedal queen smiled, saying nothing but making a quiet noise of approval as she looked him over. He couldn't help but notice that her gaze stayed firmly locked on his masculine bits as he stepped forward and sat down on the bed, bringing one leg up onto the mattress so that he could turn and face her, deliberately leaving his legs widely splayed to give her an eyeful, so that she could look as much as she wanted to. And as he slid his socks off, one by one, she did a fair amount of looking indeed. When she finally looked back up to his eyes, Laura raised an eyebrow and smirked. "What's the matter, is he too shy to come out and play?" she asked, briefly glancing back down to the other canid's sheath. Jordan grinned back, crooking a finger and beckoning her over. "Why don't you come over here and give him a good reason to, hmmm?" he retorted, as she got up on all fours again. She looked all set to do just that, and then she paused, eyes lighting up as if she'd just realized something. "Actually... look over there," she said, nodding towards the corner of the bed. The shepherd looked and saw that there was a fine leather collar resting around one of the bedposts, with a leash clipped on to it, dangling down to the floor. Jordan looked back, raising an eyebrow curiously, and the wolfess narrowed her eyes slyly. "How about you make me do it, babe?" When Jordan looked at her uncertainly, she laughed. "What? A normal person is into leashplay, and it's kinky fun," she said, "but when a quadruped wants to do it, then it becomes weird?" He couldn't help but chuckle, shrugging. "Have to admit, you have a point there..." he said, picking up the collar and leaning forward. Laura helpfully lowered her head, her tail already wagging as her boyfriend opened the collar and fastened it around her neck, clicking it into place to discover that it was already perfectly sized for the wolfess' neck. When she looked back up, all smiles, Jordan reached forward and touched the tag hanging from the front of the collar. "Heh, 'Laura'," he read, "You really went all out, didn't you?" She made her own equivalent of a shrug again. "I guess if I was really going all out, I would stop talking and pretend to be a feral," she said, casually, "But somehow, I don't think you'd be into that. Now what are you waiting for? Pick up that leash and let's get started!"

Once he was holding the leash, Jordan pulled his other leg up and leaned against the foot of the bed, keeping his legs spread wide. Using her mouth, Laura tossed him a pillow, which he put against the small of his back, to make his position more comfortable. He was a little uncertain at first, but once he tugged on the leash and Laura obediently came forward, tail wagging, he couldn't help but smile. Moving his hand, he gave another pull, forward and down, and the wolfess bent down, moving her muzzle in close to examine his bits the way any other quadruped would; as she leaned in close to his genitals, her nostrils flared, and she breathed deep of his strong, masculine scent. This close, the shepherd could see Laura shiver. Clearly deciding that subtlety was overrated, she leaned in and pressed her nostrils against his testicles, the source of his musk, and inhaled deeply, this time quivering so powerfully from arousal that she couldn't help but whimper. Without having to be prompted by her boyfriend, the she-wolf opened her mouth and began to lick at Jordan's balls, her wide, flat tongue lapping at his scrotum, teasing at the soft skin and making him shudder from head to toe. "God, babe, that's so good..." he murmured, "Keep that up, don't stop..." Briefly glancing up at the pleasured expression on his face, Laura smirked and then moved ever-so-slightly north, teasing her tongue against the round opening of his sheath. The shepherd shivered in response, tensing up as he began to stir, his penis twitching within its protective pouch. "Aaah!" he gasped, before grinning down at her. "Mmmm, Good girl..." He reached forward with his free hand and began petting Laura, scratching the wolf behind her ears, while her persistent licking, broken up occasionally with oddly chaste kisses to his sheath, encouraged him to show himself. She hesitated as the end of his sheath opened up to reveal the tapered head of his prick, slowly sliding out, but then focused on his penis itself, licking and kissing at the sensitive flesh as he grew bigger and harder before her eyes. All Jordan could do was stare, scarcely able to believe this was really happening. He couldn't keep his whimpers and gasps contained as the girl he loved worked on his dick, growing longer and stiffer as she continued her adorations.

Soon enough, the shepherd was completely hard, his cock standing tall and proud, and Laura leaned back to admire her work. "Mmmm, you're pretty impressive, Jordan," she whispered, licking her lips. Despite himself, the dog blushed. "Th-thanks, baby..." he replied, "I've been kinda nervous about finally going this far..." Laura looked up and smiled warmly, winking at her lover. "Really? Can't imagine why..." she said, interrupting any potential answer he might have had by leaning back in without being prodded by the leash and taking his cock into her mouth. Jordan yelped, trembling with pleasure as he felt the wet warmth of the wolfess' maw engulfing his dick, and let out a shuddery breath as she began to lick at his shaft and bob along his length. He started to squirm on the bed, his toes clenching and relaxing as Laura expertly worked his straining cock, whimpering now and then as he throbbed in her mouth, leaking pre onto her eager tongue. He just couldn't help it, he'd dreamed about moments like this for months now, and the reality was so much better than the fantasy that he could barely stand it. The she-wolf seemed to know where every last one of his sensitive spots was, teasing her tongue against them to drive him crazy with need, until he couldn't help but roll his hips, instinctively pushing against her mouth, wanting more of this delicious sensation, even as she took him balls-deep again and again. As he started to squirm more and more, he gave a reluctant tug on the leash, trying to pull her away from his cock. "W-wait, baby... I - I'm getting really worked up..." he admitted, blushing, "I'm gonna come if you keep that up..." His lupine lover pulled back, slowly, as if savouring his taste, finally looking up into his eyes curiously as she sat up. "Jordan, honey..." she started, with a patient smile, "what exactly did you think I was trying to do here?" For some reason, this just made the dog blush harder. "I just f-figured you would want me to hold off longer," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Wouldn't you rather I keep it together so we can, ah... make love?" She chuckled softly and leaned in towards his face. "Oh, sweetie, don't worry about it..." she whispered, "I've wanted to do this for months... and we've got all the time in the world." With that, she pressed her lips against his, and Jordan found it very difficult to work up the will to argue.

After a soft, gentle, and very, very warm kiss, Laura leaned back, and without a word, moved back down towards her lover's prick. Instead of taking him right back into her mouth, she pressed her cheek against his pelvis and licked at the skin at the very base of his cock, just behind where his knot would soon be forming. This area was incredibly sensitive on canine males, and while she couldn't wrap her fingers around it and give it a squeeze, to simulate tying, she could tease him mercilessly until he whimpered and drooled a little pre-come down the center of his shaft. Grinning like she had just won a major victory, the wolfess moved back up, dragging her tongue along his cock, gathering the pre as she went, and took him back into her soft, warm mouth, just as he throbbed again, leaking more of his flavourful pre directly onto her tongue. Jordan tensed up from head to toe, inhaling sharply and lifting his knees a little, as his lover sucked as hard as she could, squeezing his manhood with the inside of her mouth, before relaxing a little and resuming her ministrations. By now, the shepherd was finding it very difficult to sit still, panting and shivering and grunting with pleasure as those lips, that tongue, worked along his prick as though Laura had a step-by-step guide of exactly how to make him helpless with pleasure. She kept glancing up at him, eyes twinkling with happiness, and he knew that she was looking forward to setting him off. And though he tried to resist, tried to fight the pleasure, thinking of things that were boring and tiresome and significantly less arousing than his beautiful girlfriend going down on him for the first time, in the end, his struggle was futile, and as he felt his release building up, as his knot began to grow and swell at the base of his penis, he lowered his ears in surrender and managed a warning. "Ohhhh God, I'm s-so close, I... I'm gonna c-come..." he moaned, "Oh shit, this is so g-good..." To his surprise, Laura pulled away, letting his achingly hard cock throb angrily in the cool air of the room, glistening with her saliva, and he whimpered in dismay, afraid she was going to leave him on the brink and unable to understand why. Then, before he could utter a sound (or at least, before he could compose himself enough to devise a coherent statement), Laura looked him in the eye, whispered "I love you," and moved her paws forward, pressing them against either side of his dick, just behind his knot, pushing him over the edge into helpless ecstasy. As he threw back his head and cried out, as pleasure exploded through his body, Laura ducked down, directly into the 'line of fire', and began licking the underside of his cock like a lollipop, even as he throbbed and pulsed, spurting long, gooey strands of hot, wet canine seed onto her face, painting her fur with his semen. Jordan's entire body tensed up again and again, yelping in time with his release, and Laura seemed happy to stay right where she was right up until the last moment, when she closed her lips around the head of his prick and took the last few spurts of come into her mouth.

Once it was all over, and the spots had cleared from Jordan's vision, he lifted his head, which had sagged down low, and looked into the smiling, partially glistening face of his lover. "Seems like you really needed that," she said, calmly. He laughed at that, stretching out his back. "Wow... Yeah, forget stress relief," he replied, "I'm not sure I'll be able to get stressed for the next week and a half!" He stood up, releasing the leash onto the bed, and pointed a thumb over his shoulder. "Don't move, I'm gonna go get you a towel," he said, blushing at the realization of exactly how productive he'd been. Laura giggled and snaked her tongue out, licking some of the glistening cream off of the side of her muzzle. "Take your time, sweetie..." she said, muttering "Mmmm... tasty..." just before he left the room, sending a delighted shiver down his spine (and making his still-rigid canine cock leak a single drop of leftover come onto the floor of her hallway, unnoticed). He hurried to the bathroom and grabbed a towel from under the sink, hoping it wasn't one of those baffling 'display-only' towels he'd heard people complain about on the Internet, and brought it back to the room, where the wolfess still sat, waiting for his return. He came and sat down beside her, mildly confused about her taking the whole 'facial' thing so calmly, but he had to admit it was pretty hot. "Here you go, babe..." he said, holding out the towel and helping her get most of the semen out of her fur. A muffled giggle beneath the fabric told him that she found this process entertaining, and he realized he was grinning as well. "There," the shepherd said once they were done, "Gonna need to wash your fur, really, but I got most of it out." As if to prove that he wasn't squeamish about it, he leaned in and nuzzled against her. Then, detaching the leash, but leaving the collar in place at her request, Jordan took Laura in his arms and lay down on the bed, for some quality snuggling. The shepherd ran his hand slowly along his lover's side, leaning in to kiss her tenderly, slowly, as their tails wagged lazily, bumping against the mattress on either side of them. As they continued to hold each other, to breathe in their lovers' scent, the universe gradually started shrinking; all the worries and problems and stresses that had plagued them in the outside world began to melt away, until they were little more than an unpleasant memory, and all that remained was this one apartment, this one bed, and the warm, soft person pressed against them.

As his hand trailed low, running along the tight muscles of one of the wolfess' rear legs, Jordan's fingers happened to slip down, and he made a discovery. Opening his eyes, he smiled softly. "Say, you didn't get to come yet," he whispered, his smile widening as his girlfriend blushed. "Oh, th-that's okay..." she said, grinning self-consciously, "I can wait..." Jordan licked her nose. "You're saying one thing, love..." he replied, moving his hand back into position, "But the soaking wet fur on the underside of your tail says another!" Before Laura could respond, he sat up and pulled her with him with a surprised yelp, positioning the wolf as if she were sitting on his lap, human style, so her head was still up near his - and his penis was pressed between his belly and her thigh. "The knot's keeping me hard," he continued, casually, "but I'm not quite ready to go again yet, so..." Trailing off, he leaned in to kiss her again as he put his hand between her legs, which started to close together instinctively, before the she-wolf moaned into their kiss at the touch of his fingers against her vulva, and she spread them a little wider than they'd been. As the shepherd pressed one curious digit between her folds and into the wet heat within, Laura broke off the kiss that had just begun so she could gasp. "Oh - oh God, Jordan, yes..." she whimpered into his ear, "Ohhh, t-touch me, just like that..." As he trailed his thumb over her swollen clitoris, she cried out and arched her back, her inner walls clenching down on his fingers. "Whoa..." he said, chuckling, "You're really worked up already, aren't you?" Blushing even harder, the wolfess lowered her ears and shrugged self-consciously. "Th-there was just something about finally getting to touch you to t-taste you," she murmured, "I - God, I'm so turned on, don't stop now!"

With Laura's cries being music to his ears, the shepherd went to work, slipping his fingers in and out of her slick, clenching channel, watching her legs twitch and dance as she closed her eyes to focus on the pleasure. He adjusted the arm that was draped around her, supporting her, so that he could run his hand along her belly, seeking out her nipples, arranged in pairs, and teasing them with feather-light touches even as he continued giving her a spirited fingering down below. He could barely believe how tight she was, her inner walls trembling and clenching as he softly rubbed and teased at her sensitive spots, taking his time to get acquainted with the terrain, being very careful not to push her over the edge too soon, much to her chagrin. As he brushed his thumb juuuust over the surface of her throbbing clitoris, she moaned out loud and humped forward against his hand, trying to get more stimulation. "C-come on, baby, you're killing me..." she whimpered, adding a canine whine to the end of her sentence and affixing him with the infamous Puppy Dog Eyes that made other species helpless. Even Jordan, who was mostly immune to their power due to being canine himself, felt a tad guilty for keeping her on the edge for so long, and leaned in to kiss her on the top of the snout. "Alright then, sweet thing, hold on tight..." he whispered, which made her perk up with anticipation instantly. As he tweaked and rubbed one of her nipples, he also arranged his other hand so that he could work one of Laura's most sensitive inner spots with the tip of a finger, kneading and massaging the wet flesh even as he took her love button between thumb and forefinger, stroking and squeezing the throbbing little nub without mercy. The she-wolf tensed up from tail to nose, stiffening in her lover's arms and taking quick, shallow breaths as the pleasure built up inside her, involuntarily rolling her hips against Jordan's hand, before finally hunching over with a gasp as the ecstasy burst within her, spreading throughout her body, and she cried out wordlessly as the shepherd continued to finger her with all the speed and pressure he could muster. As he felt her inner walls squeezing and fluttering against his digits, felt her juices flowing over his hand and dripping copiously onto the bed, and as her clitoris throbbed in time with her whimpers of pleasure, Jordan found himself wishing it was his prick buried inside her, because it was already starting to feel neglected...

He held the wolfess close as she trembled and shuddered through her release, and eased his grip when she finally relaxed, slumping against him with a sigh, her tail tiredly wagging down between her legs, which still twitched now and then with aftershocks of pleasure. Laura panted hard, like a feral, as she nuzzled against his chest, letting him support her weight as he kissed the top of her head again and again, cooing words of praise and love to her. After a moment, he withdrew his hand from her tight channel, and as her legs instinctively twitched, and then splayed open lazily, Jordan glanced down, spotting something for the first time. Caressing her left inner thigh with his glistening fingers, he smiled. "I never noticed this before," he whispered, "I thought you were black all over..." Opening her eyes, she giggled softly and looked down as he traced the white heart in her fur with the tip of one finger. "It's not like I let you pay a lot of attention down there before, hmmm?" she replied, "I - I'm glad I showed it to you now, Jordan... I love you." He grinned from ear to ear, but winked at her before he responded. "Must have been a really good one," he teased, before his expression softened and he could hold back his true response no more, "...I love you too, baby." Leaning back, Jordan eased them both back down to the bed, and pressed his lips against his lover's.

After a few more minutes of quiet bliss, Laura broke off the kiss and gazed into the shepherd's eyes, her ears lowering slightly. "So..." she said, barely above a whisper, "Wanna go again?" Jordan smiled, shivering with anticipation, and nodded wordlessly. As his hand trailed down her body and between her legs, the wolfess reached out and put a paw on his arm, halting him. "Wait, I... I kind of had something else in mind..." she said, blushing adorably. "Anything you want, love," he replied, meaning every word. She only blushed a little harder, though, and averted her eyes as she grinned sheepishly. "Ah... I was wondering if you wanted to... to take me under the tail," she said, delicately. Jordan blinked at that; he had to admit he hadn't seen it coming. "...Oh! Uh, really?" he asked, trying not to sound too flabbergasted, "You're into that?" Laura nodded, shrugging. "If you're cool with it," she added, sounding nervous. She finally looked back into his eyes when he touched her cheek. "Little bit unconventional, I'll admit..." he whispered, "But I'd love to, as long as it's with you." That answer seemed to help settle her nerves, and she got up on all fours and dropped down to the floor, carefully opening a drawer in her nightstand and withdrawing a bottle of lube and a condom, both of which she placed up on the bed, grinning up at him. His gaze lingered on the condom as she hopped back up, and it seemed that Laura noticed. "I was thinking..." she said, "that if you think you're up for it afterwards, maybe we could keep going... S-so I wanted to make sure you were still nice and clean..." Jordan just nodded and opened the condom packet, but silently, he was thinking that if it meant he could continue fooling around with Laura Brooks, he would move heaven and earth to keep it up and ready.

Whether by design or by chance, Laura happened to be prepared with a brand of condoms made for canine penises, clinging tightly to the tapered shaft and fitting snugly just behind the knot, which there was ample room for. Jordan didn't ask if she'd been planning ahead, deciding he liked the mystery, and moved on to the lube, squeezing some into one hand and then smearing it all over his latex-covered cock. Laura watched with interest, sitting back on her haunches as her boyfriend prepared himself. As his hand started to move down to his knot, she raised a paw and cleared her throat. "Uhh, if it's all the same to you, I'd really rather not get tied that way..." she said, blushing, "Plus, it would make it rather more difficult to keep going." Smirking, Jordan moved his hand back up to focus on the rest of his shaft instead. "Alright, fair request," he said, "And when you put it that way, it's hard of hard to say no." Soon enough, he was thoroughly satisfied with the state of his cock, and looked back up to the wolfess. "Okay, I'm ready... You want me to, uh, lube you up too?" Standing up, Laura continued to stare at his dick, the blush on her cheeks suggesting it was just her alternative to looking him in the eye. "As long as I don't have to say the words, yes," she said, giggling nervously as she turned around and flagged her tail up. Pulling his own legs up on the bed and rising to a kneeling position, Jordan moved in close behind her and reached out slowly, savouring the moment as he tenderly touched his slicked-up fingers to the wolf's tight, pink anus, enjoying the way she inhaled sharply and turned to look forward at the merest contact. Feeling his heart beating a little faster in excitement, the shepherd began to gently rub and massage at the tight ring of muscle, smearing the leftover lube into his girlfriend's back door, gradually increasing the pressure until his fingers overcame the stubborn muscle and slid into the wolfess' rump. "Ohhh..." Laura moaned, trembling and instinctively clenching down on his fingers. Once she relaxed, Jordan continued, rubbing at her inner walls and spreading the lubricant around as far as he could reach. After a few moments of sensual fingering, he withdrew his hand, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to clean what little lube remained off his fingers, and put his hand on Laura's hip. "That's it, baby," he whispered, "Are you ready?" She responded almost before he'd finished talking. "Oh God yes, Jordan," she replied, her voice nervous but excited, "Take me, please..."

After an invitation like that, the shepherd wasn't much in the mood to wait, so he just nodded, even though she wasn't facing him, and moved in close, taking hold of his erection and lining it up with his lover's anus. "Here we go..." whispered Jordan, as he began to press his hips forward, slowly, gently, pushing through the resistance at her entrance. Both of them moaned aloud as his cock slid deeper and deeper into her rear, the wolfess' tight inner walls spreading and making room for the latex-clad intruder. Shivering, the male whimpered quietly, fighting his instincts, which begged him to slam his length inside his lover's body as quickly as he could and breed her for all she was worth. He forced himself to move very, very slowly, to give Laura time to adjust without hurting her. Bit by bit, inch by inch, he buried his prick under her tail, until the end of his mostly-deflated knot bumped into her entrance and he stopped, sighing with relief, his tail wagging lazily behind him. He stayed there a moment, partially to let her get used to it, but admittedly, mostly so he could savour the incredible tightness currently squeezing down on his shaft. "Nnngh... You feel so big, baby..." Laura moaned, "I'm s-so full..." Jordan adjusted his knees on the bed, patting her back soothingly. "You want me to wait a little?" he asked, forcing his voice to stay neutral. Fortunately, she gave him just the answer he'd been hoping for. "No, no..." she replied, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" With that, the shepherd put one hand on her hip to steady himself, and used the other to rub and scratch at his lover's back as he slowly pulled back until only the tapered head of his dick remained inside her... and then pushed forward, sheathing himself in the wolfess' backside once more. With that, he started making love to this beautiful, intelligent woman for the first time, thrusting into her tight rear again and again, slowly picking up the pace as both canines began to pant and grunt, their passion heating up within them. Before long, Laura began pushing back against his thrusts, both of them shivering with the pleasure. They were careful not to push too hard, lest Jordan accidentally tie himself with the wolf's rear, but the feeling of that thick knot pushing up against her entrance every time was really starting to turn the female on, not to mention the way her lover's swaying balls were brushing against her clitoris on almost every thrust.

They kept it up for some time, with Jordan able to hold out longer thanks to his earlier orgasm, but the wolf's rump was so tight, he was already feeling the pleasure building up inside him. He'd long since slipped a hand down beneath her, fingering her pussy and teasing her clit more directly then with fleeting touches against his scrotum. As he pinched the throbbing nub between two fingers, Laura moaned out loud and let her front half flop down to the bed, bracing herself to push back against him with more strength. He was a bit caught off guard, not sure if it had been caused by his tending to her love button, but as his tail began wagging harder than ever, he had to admit, the idea turned him on. Always nice to be able to make a girl go weak in the knees, even if she did have two others... He brought one foot up and forward, bracing it against the bed so he could thrust with even greater strength, and moved his hand from her hip to the top of her rump, just in front of her tail, driving himself home as quickly as he could go without hurting her. "Ohhh God, baby, I'm getting close..." Jordan moaned. He'd meant it as just pillow talk, not a warning, as he was still in control of himself, but Laura pushed herself up with one paw and looked over her shoulder at him. "Oh! P-pull out, Jordan, pull out!" she gasped, to his confusion. "B-but I'm wearing a condom! And you haven't come yet..." he said, his fingers closing over her clitoris. She whimpered and lowered her ears as she stood up fully. "Please?" she asked, batting her eyes at him. The shepherd found that he simply could not say no to that face, and reluctantly released his lover, pulling out of her backside, the sensation making them both shudder. She turned around and pointed at his dick with her paw, as if he'd somehow forgotten that it was there. "Quickly, take it off!" she instructed, sounding oddly desperate. Wiggling his whiskers in confusion, Jordan did as she asked, hooking his fingers under the lip of the condom and peeling it away from his member, discarding it in a garbage can next to the bed. As he turned back to ask what she was up to, he saw Laura suddenly lunge upon him, a black blur that pounced on his aching cock and took it into her mouth all at once, letting out a muffled groan that sounded about halfway between pleasure and relief even as the shepherd gasped, caught off-guard by the warm, wet feeling of her mouth. "Oh - oh God!" he cried, all other words pushed from his mind by the incessant suckling he suddenly felt, by the tongue licking and working along his straining prick. Laura didn't bob her head, didn't tease him, she just sucked and licked for all she was worth, and against such a relentless onslaught of stimulation, Jordan's resistance soon crumbled, arching his back and gasping helplessly as his orgasm overtook him. "Oh, Lauraaaaa..." he moaned, the last syllable of her name trailing off into a long, low moan as he stiffened and trembled. As his dick began to throb and pulse in her mouth, erupting with another serving of hot canine come, the wolfess blushed a deep red, but didn't release him, she just pulled back a little bit so that only the head of his prick remained in her mouth, so that the jets of semen landed directly onto her tongue. She shuddered and closed her eyes, ears lowering as she let out a contented "Mmmm...", clearly savouring the feeling of her boyfriend climaxing in her mouth, the taste of his seed. And all the while, her tongue never stopped moving, never stopped rubbing the pulsating underside of Jordan's penis, prolonging his pleasure as long as she could.

Jordan blinked, finding himself lying flat on his back, and not remembering actually lying down at any point, just a haze of pleasure from his orgasm. Lifting his head, he actually whimpered again, seeing Laura calmly plonked down between his thighs, lying down on all four legs, calmly nuzzling against his over-sensitive cock, which twitched and jumped at the touch of her fur. Looking up, she smiled with her lips, and stood up, walking up alongside him. "Laura, baby..." he started, "I gotta say, I wasn't expecting that..." Instead of answering she leaned in past him, as if she were going to retrieve something from underneath her pillows with her teeth. Instead, she just leaned in close, her long neck positioned next to the shepherd's ears, and loudly swallowed. "Ohhh..." Jordan whimpered, realizing that she'd kept all of his come in her mouth until that moment, like she was savouring the taste of a fine wine or something. Turning around, the she-wolf returned to her previous position between his legs, this time using her now-free tongue to slowly lick at his poor dick like a lollipop. The extra stimulation made Jordan squirm, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop. "If it helps, I didn't realize I was going to do it until you said you were close," she said, between lapping at his member, "Earlier, when you - when you came on my face..." she blushed, smiling a little wider at the memory, "Well, it really turned me on, but I only got a little sample in my mouth... you taste really good, love." Her blunt words and soft eyes made Jordan tremble from head to toe, and he felt his cock pulse, drooling out a little leftover come. Seeing this, Laura smiled and looked him in the eye as she slowly dragged her wide, flat tongue along his shaft and licked it up. Once again, she made it sound like she was savouring her favourite food in all the world. "Mmmm..." He swallowed a whimper, but didn't notice his ears flattening as he shuddered from head to toe. "God, baby, you're killing me..." he whispered, as she placed the pads of one paw against the side of his penis and began to gently run it up and down. She smiled and winked at him. "Well, the truth is, I'm teasing the shit out of you so that you'll recover faster," she said, nonchalantly. He noticed then that she was squirming a little too, and when she saw where he was looking, she blushed again. "...I'll admit I wasn't anticipating that it would turn me on almost as much as you," she whispered, "I was so close when I made you stop..." With that, the male suddenly sat up, a glint in his eye, and before his lover could say a word or otherwise respond, he bent forward, grabbed the wolfess, and bodily picked her up, making her laugh in excitement. Lying back down, he lay Laura down atop his torso, facing his toes, so that she could still tease him if she wanted to, but right now they were both paying more attention to the fact that Jordan had positioned the wolf's rump over his face... and was currently lowering her vulva, glistening with her arousal, towards his eager mouth. "You're actually doing a great job of making me wanna try for round three," he said, calmly, "So I'm just gonna do you nice and quick, get both of us ready, okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jordan pressed his lips against his lover's tight, wet entrance, making her gasp out loud as his tongue slipped inside her. "Oh - oh fuck!" she cried, gripping the fabric of the sheets beneath them with her paws as her tail began to wag. True to his word, the shepherd didn't linger inside her very long before he pulled back, replacing his tongue with a pair of fingers, and closed his lips over her stiff little clit, suckling on the sensitive nub and making the wolfess tremble and whimper, too distracted by the pleasure to even think about teasing his cock. In no time at all she was squirming and pushing against his face, her inner walls clenching against his fingers as he licked and suckled and teased at the single most sensitive spot on her entire body and sought out those inner weak spots once more. At first, she wanted to fight the pleasure, make this last as long as she could, but as that nimble tongue worked her clitoris over, her eyes turned back to the rigid cock in front of her with its knot proudly engorged, and she began to imagine it pushing inside her again, where it most belonged, and found that all she wanted in the world was to let her climax wash over her so that they could begin. Laying her head down on Jordan's belly, she closed her eyes and clapped her paws over them as she let out a shuddery breath and stopped resisting. It only took a few moments more for her boyfriend's clever tongue and nimble fingers to bring her to the precipice of desire, and then... and then she tensed up and cried out with pleasure as her climax spread throughout her body, her juices squirting out onto her lover's eager tongue, her inner walls once again clenching down on his fingers as her clitoris pulsed against his tongue, which gently massaged it even through her ecstasy. It had been his idea, and he'd done it quickly and very, very effectively; the last coherent thought in Laura's head before the moaning began was that she'd chosen a keeper.

When Laura's climax ended, she flopped down like a rag doll, so limp that for a moment Jordan thought she'd just orgasmed herself unconscious. But she still stirred, moving her legs a little with a groan, so he relaxed, and pulled her up into his arms, snuggling against her like a big, warm teddy bear. Once she was back to her senses, she giggled tiredly, licking his cheek affectionately. "That was nice of you, sweetie..." she whispered, "Thank you." He looked down and grinned at her. "I'd say it was my pleasure, but..." When she giggled, he kissed her on the forehead. "Love you, Laura. And I was happy to do that for you," he said, "But, ah... as soon as you're ready... why don't we go for the grand finale?" The wolfess didn't answer, but the hunger with which she kissed him told Jordan everything he needed to know. After a few minutes of snuggling and kissing to let Laura get her strength back, the she-wolf got up on all fours, facing away from the shepherd, and looked over her shoulder with an eager smile, lifting her tail once more. This time, when Jordan approached on his knees, she wiggled her butt at him enticingly and answered the question on his mind before he could even ask it. "No condom this time," she whispered, "I'm on the pill." Nodding, her lover took hold of his cock once again and lined it up with her tight, slick entrance, his tail wagging so hard it almost seemed like it might fling itself off his butt at any moment. Then, looking her deep in the eye, he raised his eyebrows, asking a question without saying a word. Answering just as non-verbally, Laura nodded with a smile, and the shepherd took hold of both of her hips and pushed forward, smoothly and easily burying himself deep in her wet warmth in a single thrust.

Both canines gasped at the sudden sensations, and Laura instinctively clenched down on the rigid cock sheathed inside her, whimpering at how much fuller she felt than when her lover was just using his fingers. Unlike their previous time together, under her tail, Jordan didn't have to worry nearly as much about pushing too hard or hurting her, so instead of bracing himself against her, he did what both of their instincts had been crying out for since they took to the bed, and he bent over her, pressing his chest against her back, and wrapped his arms around her body, letting the wolfess support his front half with her four sturdy legs. Then, kissing her on the cheek from behind, Jordan pulled back and began to thrust into her, easily sliding back and forth in her slick channel. She moaned out loud and immediately began pushing back against him, the twitching of her tail tickling the fur on his stomach. "God, yes, Jordan..." she groaned, "Take me!" Shivering, the male granted her request, and began to thrust even harder, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the air as he drove himself into her again and again. Soon, all the stress, all the worry, all the loneliness that had marked their long separation had melted away, replaced by the heat and the glorious friction that they were creating; they might be separated again in the future, this was true, but they were together right now, and that's what was important. Letting his hands roam her underside, the shepherd began to tweak and fondle his lover's many nipples, until finally he decided she'd had enough teasing and moved one hand down her belly, to the point of their union, where he began to rub and tease at her clitoris. The wolfess' entire body tensed up for just a moment as he did this, and then she started pushing back at him with a bit more muscle, their bodies slapping together, his knot pushing at her entrance with every thrust, until finally, after drawing back as far as he could go, Jordan slammed himself home, pushing his half-inflated knot into her tight, wet opening and tying them together physically the way their love entangled them emotionally.

"Oh - oh my God!" Jordan gasped, tensing up. Though she was reeling from the sudden sensation of this thick, hard knot suddenly forcing its way inside her, Laura glanced over her shoulder, concerned. "Are - are you okay, babe?" she panted, as he shivered. He blushed and waved her off. "Y-yeah, I'm fine, hon, it's just..." he groaned before continuing, "I've n-never actually been tied before, I - I had no idea it felt so g-good..." After taking a moment to let them both get used to the new sensations, Jordan began to move once again, making fast, shallow thrusts along what little wiggle room he had behind his cock, taking the wolfess fast and hard, holding her tight against him and rubbing against her love button frantically. "Oh, my sweet wolf, you're - nnngh - you're so tight..." he moaned, hugging her tighter for a moment. She responded by clenching her inner muscles around his cock and his knot, making him shudder, certain he was leaking an impressive amount of pre-come inside of her by now. "And you're so, so big, sheppie," she replied, practically whimpering with pleasure. With a wordless groan, Jordan nuzzled against the back of her neck, breathing deeply of her scent, and drove himself into his lover with as much energy as he could bring up. But feeling that tight, velvety grip around his knot was definitely having its effect on him. "Laura... I'm g-gonna come..." he whimpered, "I'm s-so close... It's n-not like I can p-pull out anymore, I j-just... ohhhh... I just wanted to warn you..." The paramedic inhaled sharply and tensed up. "Ohhh God, sweetie... m-me too!" she gasped, "Me too! Do it, b-baby, come inside me, I wanna... I wanna feel it all... I want to c-come with you..." Groaning loudly, tightening his grip, the shepherd's fingers blurred on the wolfess' swollen clitoris, and he, like she had just earlier, stopped fighting back the pleasure. "Oh Christ... oh fuck..." he panted, pressing his cheek against hers, "Oh - oh, Laura!" Once again, the last syllable of her name dragged out, this time into a long, guttural cry, as his orgasm burst from within him, just as he felt her tight, wet channel clench down along his prick. It seemed that the she-wolf had reached her own climax at exactly the same time as her lover, and even as he tensed up and buried his face in her fur, muffling his grunts and moans, Laura stiffened herself and, in true lupine fashion, threw back her head and howled her passion into the evening, neighbours be damned. Deep inside her, snugly secured by the thick knot, Jordan's prick throbbed and spasmed, spurting thick, wet semen deep into her trembling vagina even as its walls clenched and fluttered along his shaft, encouraging his ejaculations to their maximum distance as he painted the walls of her pussy with his love.

Their pleasures went on and on, as if their bodies were working together to completely empty Jordan's balls, and fill in the empty space within Laura, but eventually, their golden moment came to an end, and the canine lovers flopped onto their side with a groan, in a tangle of limp limbs, sweaty fur, and heaving chests. It had taken a lot to get a healthy, eager wolfess and a hot-blooded German shepherd to this state, but at long last, the lovers were finally and completely spent. They just lay there, breathing hard, for the better part of a minute, and then Jordan pushed himself up with a grunt, leaning in and tugging the collar aside, kissing Laura on the back of the neck as she grinned. "That was... that was fucking awesome," he whispered, finding it the best way to describe it. Laura giggled gently at his summary and looked over her shoulder at him, panting like a feral. "Yeah, that was everything I'd been hoping for," she replied, "Thank you so much, baby..." Lying on his side to make himself more comfortable, since his hips were stuck positioned right behind her, he winked back at her and grinned. "No, thank you... but you're welcome, very polite of you." Like every canine male who finds himself tied for the first time, Jordan couldn't help but give a few experimental wiggles, putting one hand on his lover's hip and tugging back. Although the sensations made the wolfess giggle again, it didn't do much about freeing him from her tight channel. "Yep, stuck fast," he said, "Hope you didn't have anything particularly important to do in the next, oh, half-hour, forty-five minutes maybe..." Laura gestured with her head towards the top of the bed, currently somewhere behind them. "Since we're stuck with each other," she said, "How about we try and get up to the pillows so we're more comfortable?" This proved a little bit more difficult than expected, given their differing body shapes, with the two of them eventually resorting to Laura up on all fours and Jordan shuffling along on his knees behind her, with both of them laughing pretty hard by the time they got to the head of the bed. Once there, they fidgeted around until they found a position that was comfortable for them, more or less just spooning on their sides, Jordan hugging Laura from behind like a big sweaty teddy bear. "You know," the shepherd said, after a while, "I actually like this, gives me a chance to just lie here and enjoy your company, you know?" He kissed her behind one ear, and she sighed happily. "Yeah, it's nice to have a time-out after all that," she replied, "Just need to calm down a little..." A moment passed, and then she spoke up again. "After all that, I really don't feel like cooking tonight," she said, making her boyfriend snicker. "Well, that's good," he replied, "because the fridge is empty, remember? We were gonna order takeout anyway." She paused a moment, and then laughed along with him. "Oh," Laura said, "Right. Kinda forgot about that... So, uh, yeah, take-out sound good to you?" Jordan chuckled softly, running his hand through her fur. "I think that's a fantastic idea," he replied, "But I'm in no hurry to be free of you..." He pushed forward, grinding against her, and kissed the back of her neck again, enjoying the sensation of his still-hard cock rubbing against her inner walls; the wolfess responded by squeezing down on him, and she took just as much naughty joy out of the feeling of her lover's sperm squishing around inside her. They were both still quite thoroughly spent, though, so this one moment didn't heat up into anything further... at least not yet. "Laura?" the shepherd whispered a few minutes later, "...Welcome back. I, uh, I don't remember if I actually said that before. I love you so much, and I'm so glad you're back." She pushed her head back, nuzzling against him with a soft murr. "I love you too, Jordan," she murmured, "And you know what? You make it good to be back."

And so the lovers relaxed in their shared afterglow, their first time together having been a riotous success that had done a splendid job of washing away their worries and stresses. For the moment, nothing mattered except the canid they were embracing, and as Jordan's wagging tail and the happy grin on the wolfess' face would testify, the shepherd had done a marvelous job of making Laura's homecoming one of the happiest days of her life. And yet, as they casually discussed what kind of dinner they should order, and whether the neighbours would be pissed about the noise, Laura couldn't help but think to herself that even with as wonderful as today had been, she couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow, and to the rest of her life with this thoughtful, loving man.