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Borrowing

By Triller

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It had only been half an hour but Ebass's surroundings were already starting to bug the blue dragon. After constantly bumping into people on the dance floor and almost vaporizing an uppity tiger, he returned to the bar to cool down with a drink. This was most certainly not his element as strobes and lasers cascaded across the crowd of writhing bodies accented by deep, pulsing music. His realm was the boardroom, the cocktail party, someplace where people knew who the hell he was and respected him for it. Ebass frustratingly sipped the wine that thankfully did not taste horrible when he felt a presence at his side.

"Well, fancy seeing you here, tall, dark and scaly." a voice purred in a seductive tone.

Ebass mulled over the familiar sound as he turned to face its owner. It was calm, yet clearly understandable through the loud music. He turned his attention to the bar stool next to him and met the aquamarine eyes of the wolf settling herself beside him. She shot him a grin and leaned her elbow casually on the bar. Kyla sparked into the dragon's mind.

"Ebass. It's been ages." the wolf tapped the edge of the bar and was rewarded with a tall, cylinder glass, "I have to say I wasn't expecting to see you in a place like this. Business doing all right?"

The dragon let the subtle comment slide and instead returned the smirk and sat up straighter at the bar. She was wrapped in a tight black dress that accented her feminine curves, hiding the chiseled, muscular form underneath and betrayed only by the definition in her arms and legs; like a bear trap gift-wrapped in silk.

"Kyla..." he took the wine away from his lips with a soft growl, "I didn't recognize you there without one of my competitors on your arm. How is Gregorovich doing, by the way? I heard some rather nasty rumors involving the state of his company and your deportation"

"Oh, I'm not here on business." Kyla gave him a genuine smile, one reserved for equals, "And that old fool couldn't get rid of me fast enough to get me out of his bank accounts... But you didn't answer my question."

Ebass felt the wolf's eyes give up just a hint of something predatory toward him. 'Careful, now' he physically projected back at her with a smirk.

"Since you insist, I've been told by my mate that I have spent far too much time indoors." the dragon grumbled only a little, "Even though I am a dragon... I'm supposed to go out and 'have fun' every now and then, apparently."

He finished his glass with a lick around the rim before renewing it with dark, red liquid from a very old-looking bottle provided from the bar.

"A mate?" Kyla quirked an eye at the foreign word coming from her acquaintance, "Have I really been gone that long? Who's the lucky ball and chain?"

"I wouldn't give him that description, really..." Ebass felt his lips curl upward, "While we are each other's as much as the title implies," the dragon inhaled the bouquet of the fresh wine and let out a deep, pleased sigh, "it's very... open and fun, but this is not something we've taken into lightly."

Ebass felt something grow in the back of his head: an idea. He made a slight gesture toward the mass of dancing figures as he brought the glass back to his lips, "Brown-furred wolf out there. White, jagged accent over his right eye and cheek. His name is Triller."

Kyla glanced out into the swirling lasers and intermittent lights to catch sight of the fellow canine dancing with a bunny currently on the floor. The look was quick, but incredibly thorough, as she combed over Triller's physical credentials.

"He's not bad looking, your wolf. A little gregarious, but I suppose you two balance each other out that way." she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink and shooting the dragon a smile, "Does he squeal much?"

Ebass returned the pleasant smile nonplussed as he finished another glass of wine.

"Oh yes, among a myriad of other delicious noises." The dragon felt himself grin, "Honestly, we both tend to be a bit... vocal. I do enjoy those nights... or days, sometimes mornings... or after lunch."

Kyla only half-listened once again as those descriptions built a noticeable jealousy behind the she-wolf's eyes. She sipped her gin-heavy drink carefully as her gaze graced over the brown wolf's wagging rear end. Ebass was noticing the leer she had sent his way now redirected toward his mate and quietly smiled to himself, waiting for the inevitable.

"When you say you two are open..." Kyla hummed, leaving the question hang.

"Would you like a taste?"

Her attention finally broke from the dancing wolf to find Ebass leaning toward her, a knowing smile on his face. Both predators gave Triller a simultaneous glance, noting his eventual break from bouncing with the bunny as he made his way toward them at the bar.

"My mate has a varied... palate. I'm sure he would be very much to your liking."

Kyla's grin showed plenty of teeth as her tail wagged in a slow circle.

"Well, I was wondering what I was going to do for fun this evening..."

As the other wolf approached Kyla subtly changed her posture and demeanor, crossing her legs and losing any sense of predation while Ebass simply kept his face neutral. Triller approached the dragon with a winded smile, wrapping his arms around the tall dragon's neck and giving his cheek a kiss.

"So here's where you disappeared to! I almost backed into that rhino by the speakers before I noticed you were gone." he giggled slightly before taking note of Kyla, "Oh, and who's this?"

Ebass returned the kiss and turned to face both wolves, glass in hands while the other ran down the wolf's side with an affectionate growl.

"My love, this is Kyla, an old... acquaintance" the dragon made with the formal introduction, "Kyla, this is, Triller... the mate I told you _so_much about."

The dragon gave Triller another kiss to his neck, his hand idly stroking near his hip as he teased Kyla with the display. The grey wolf gave a polite nod while Triller offered a wave. Ebass continued.

"We were just talking about you... and about perhaps retiring to a room, for a more private get-together, what do you say?"

As if on cue Kyla's posture and position melted into something utterly exuding lust as she nibbled her finger and gave Triller a purposely obvious run over with her eyes. Her legs swiveled toward him and when he caught eyes with her she gave a sweet, enticing smile that he simply ate up.

"So nice to finally meet you" Kyla purred, hold out her hand to squeeze Triller's in greeting, "If you're done dancing, I have a room set aside for some private service and a more conversational atmosphere."

At a glance Ebass could easily see the baited hook dangling in front of Triller's face with juicy effect, his mate's gold eyes traveling right to Kyla's pronounced cleavage as her lips work her honey into his ears.

"Buh.... sure! Yeah, heh, I think I've w-worked up enough of a sweat out there." the wolf stammered, giving his mate a quirked smile, "Shall we?"

Kyla lead the way upstairs to a small pathway overlooking the dance floor and lined with several doors while Ebass took his mate by the side, the bottle coming along for the ride while the dragon enjoyed the show. Triller's eyes focused solely on the purposefully swaying movement of the she-wolf's hips, designed to stupefy and ensnare the simple-minded with just how high the hem of her snug dress could shimmy up the back of her thighs. Kyla stopped at one of the doors facing the balcony and produced a key-card from her clutch, swiping it and unlocking the door before leading the two males inside.

Ebass was immediately grateful for the large, cushy chair against the wall and took no time in reclining himself into it. The room was furnished simply with neon-lighted walls providing a not-too-bright luminescence to everything. Aside from the chair a U-shaped couch took up most of the middle of the room surrounding a square coffee table as well as another bar table set up near the wall with empty glasses. Upon closer inspection, Ebass noted the hinges along the side of the squat coffee table and quietly grinned behind his glass as Triller followed in behind Kyla. He could see Triller starting to put on his wolfish charms after the door had closed and the sound from the rest of the club was all but silenced to a dull thumping in the room.

"I get the feeling you two have ulterior motives for getting a quiet room all to ourselves..."

Ebass simply offered a shrug and continued his drinking, his draconic constitution and metabolism keeping the aged alcohol from distracting himself (too much) from the show. He simply offered his mate a wink and nodded toward Kyla who had made her way over to the far side of the couch, patting the seat next to her and ensuring Ebass had a good view of his mate.

"You'll be right there, wolfy... come on, have a seat, will you?" she purred softly, giving the fellow canine another look over.

Triller threw a glance over at Ebass and grinned as he made his way to Kyla on the long, plush couch. The couch acted as a sort of stage for what was to come and with both wolves in place Ebass settled into the comfortable chair with a soft hum of anticipation.

"What, exactly has my dear dragon been telling you about me, anyway? Only good things I hope." the brown wolf casually smirked, his eyes wandering down the front of Kyla's snug dress.

"Only the best things." the other canine replied, emphasizing 'best' with a low, sultry purr as she scooted herself closer, "The kind of things I want to figure out for myself..."

She gave him a devilish grin as her hand lightly caressed down the wolf's arm to his thigh, squeezing it invitingly and leaning her muzzle inches from Triller's.

"Think you're up for it?"

Triller hadn't ever heard a more ridiculous question asked and replied with a goofy grin. Ebass watched his dear mate fall directly into Kyla's trap like a big, dumb fly haphazardly bumbling into a spider's web. The brown and white wolf took the initiative as he snuck his own hand to Kyla's all but bare thigh. Ebass snickered lightly at the twitch in Triller's expression when he felt the toned muscle underneath the soft inviting fur. Kyla's batted her eyes coyly at the male wolf before finally sealing the deal and pressing her lips firmly to Triller's, her body pressing up alongside his as her hand massaged its way up his inner thigh.

The intensity of the kiss and the unexpected strength behind her insistent grasp took Triller by surprise, but did nothing to dampen his own enthusiasm as warm hums and soft slurps muffled into her muzzle. The intimate and deliberate acoustics of the room made sure every last lewd noise was forwarded directly to the seated dragon, casually swirling his wine and watching keenly from his seat. Before he realized it, Triller found his shirt almost completely undone, buttons nearly ripped open and exposing the intense white fur along his chest. The male wolf kept his own hands moving as well, sliding the one up from Kyla's thigh to her shoulder gently tug at the shoulder of Kyla's dress. The horny male was eager to see what had been wrapped up in black for the evening as he brought his lips to her neck.

A sudden growl broke through the softer noise of the room as Triller's wrists were snatched in Kyla's grip. The male was surprised at the sudden burst of strength and her grip gave the hint that there was plenty more where that came from. Her own muzzle found his neck with a dominant hiss as her voice, still silky and laden with lust, grew an edge.

"Ah-ah wolf boy... I haven't given you permission yet..." Triller could feel her teeth grin against his neck and felt a tremble run down his spine as she released him, "I want to see what I have to work with before you get to have any fun."

With that she pushed the other wolf back against the couch and straddled him firmly, tugging open his shirt completely and starting to work on his pants. Any word from Triller was silenced into her lips save for a nervous chuckle as she aggressively pinned their muzzles together and shifted the male wolf upward to completely relieve him of all clothing. Ebass chuckled at his mate's thrashing and squirming on the couch as one swift motion yanked his slacks to the other side of the curved couch and relieved his boxers from his hips to his ankles as Kyla broke the kiss and sat back on Triller's knees to peer down at his, indeed, hard length. Triller's cock was twitching with anticipation merely from the touch of the dominant wolf, inviting in thickness but not at all intimidating to the scrutinizing eyes of the she-wolf.

"Hmm... not much, but I suppose I can work with this." she gave him a teasing smirk and leaned forward, bracing her hands on his hips and giving his ear a sharp nip, "Not a bad choice, dragon. Not a bad choice at all..."

In a fluid motion Kyla stood up from Triller's lap, keeping her finger on the eager wolf's nose while muttering a soft "Stay!" under her chuckling breath. The black dress clung to Kyla's body like cellophane, accenting her strong, muscular body while still managing to mute her features in inky blackness. Triller's eyes unabashedly raked over the powerful female as she teased one of the shoulder straps of the dress down her arm, posing seductively as she stripped. While there was naught but the dress to remove, Kyla's enticing, silky movements were enough to keep the wolf's interest as the strip-show was drawn out and the simple material crumpled at her feet. Her body, from her calves to her arms, was rippled with tight, toned muscle while at the same time holding a feminine curve as her stance commanded his attention. This did not escape Kyla's notice as she slid back into the male wolf's lap a little rougher, her long, soft tail swishing behind her in a fluid movement.

"Are you ready, Triller? Do you think you can handle me?" she growled almost threateningly as she ran her nails through his hair and down his neck.

Ebass raised an eyebrow as even from the chair he could see the twitch in his mate's cock as it was nestled between the pert, toned cheeks of the she-wolf at her seductive tone and presence.

"I-I'm more than willing to give it a shot." Triller ran his tongue over his muzzle, a heavy bead of precum running down the underside of his length as already the room was beginning to fill with the mixed, heavy smell of sex.

Ebass grinned and watched from his chair as Kyla loomed over Triller, gripping her fingers through his hair and pressing him down to a slouch in the couch.

"Let's see if you 'giving it a shot' is worth a damn." her tone grew sharp and terse as she used her knees to pin Triller's arms to the couch, her crotch hovering invitingly above his muzzle, "Get to it, wolfy. I haven't had a male in ages that could eat my pussy properly. Change that for me and I might not be so..." her lips curled in a knowing grin, "rough."

Triller wasn't in a position to argue between the rock-hard thighs as the she-wolf's glistening lips teased his senses. He didn't even offer a witty retort, content to bury his muzzle into the tight, muscled V of her crotch and grind his warm wolf tongue firmly between her dripping labia. Kyla nodded and let the male get familiar with her nether lips as she positioned herself comfortably on his arms and felt him exhale warmly through her fur. She chuckled as she felt him squirm, his cock throbbing on end for attention it most likely wouldn't be receiving until the dominant canine had gotten her rocks off first.

"T-That's a good boy... show me how much you love this pussy." Kyla growled and tried to keep her snarling tone as pleasure crept its way into her words.

She gripped her fingers firmly through Triller's hair and pinned his head back a bit in the couch. There was a muffled grunt from between her thighs but Kyla's hips ground her wet petals into the brown wolf's muzzle insistently, her hips almost smothering the wolf into her crotch as her tongue raked across her muzzle. Ebass only grinned from him vantage on the chair and casually crossed a leg as he reached down for the wine bottle to refill his glass, watching his mate's cock fidget as he ate out Kyla's juicy pussy. Triller was practically having his head fucked into the couch as the rough she-wolf ground herself against his tongue and gripped both hands into his headfur. The sound of wet flesh against flesh escalated in the room and Triller felt his active tongue constantly coated in the squirming female's hot nectar.

Kyla barely muttered a word through this, single-minded in her focus to fuck the wolf's tongue and muzzle and drenching his chin in her slippery juices. Ebass admired the female's toned body arch and writhe above Triller's face, her body starting to glisten with sweat as her breath shot from her muzzle in short, terse breaths between soft curses and growls. Her hands hadn't moved from Triller's head once, raking her claws across his scalp and tensing her chiseled thighs against his cheeks. His muzzle was her toy right now and she was getting every bit of use from it as she buried the wolf's tongue into her cunt. To his credit, the male wolf was no slouch. Although he was practically drowning in Kyla's juices, he still managed to wriggle and press his tongue into Kyla's parted lips and rub the rough, flat surface up over her perky clit several times when the muscular she-wolf's grip would allow it.

"Gods, s-so good..." she muttered under her breath, staring down at the smothered wolf below her, "Stick it in deeper... suck my cunt..."

Triller has barely managed to swallow before he felt Kyla's hips grind down and force his jaws apart slightly, making his lips engulf her crotch and press his tongue deeper between her folds. He quickly found her tight entrance and forced the thick appendage inside of her, getting rewarded with a hot, guttural growl from the horny wolf. Kyla leaned forward, bracing both hands on top of the back of the couch and using only her hips to fuck the submissive wolf's muzzle with deep, purposeful motions of her hips as he drilled his tongue into her depths. She bit her lip and let her eyes drift close, every muscle in her body tensing in time with the heavy squeeze her pussy gave the wolf's tongue.

"Almost... come on, fuck my pussy with that tongue!" she snarled.

Despite having to hold his breath a few times Triller diligently complied. His canine tongue had a decent thickness to it that really gave Kyla something to squeeze onto as he noisily slurped and suckled her nether lips. The small, private room was not only saturated with the scent of two horny wolves but also the lewd, overwhelming sound of slurping, smacking, and heavy groaning of rough cunnilingus. Kyla hadn't unclenched her teeth for over a minute and one of her hands released its grip from the back of the couch to tease one of her breasts, tugging at her nipple for that extra little spark of erotic pleasure as her walls clenched around the male's tongue. Triller happily drove his tongue into her snatch even as his jaw ached in protest and his throbbing wolfhood twitched in impatient demand, the occasional moan muffled into Kyla's crotch and those wet juices continuing to drool down Triller's chest.

Kyla carefully leaned herself back, bracing her hands on Tiller's knees now and flicking her hips against Triller's muzzle. Her pussy was gripping his tongue tighter and more frequently, making her abs flex softly with every savory lick the male wolf could offer as her teeth clenched in a rising snarl. She bit her lower lip and stared into Triller's eyes, demanding more without a word even as the male's thick tongue invaded her depths and his lips amply engulfed her perky clit. Stronger shocks of pleasure and delight were radiating from her pussy to the rest of her body and Kyla couldn't help but put on a show as she rode herself to orgasm on Triller's tongue.

Her back arched and her head fell back as she focused all of her weight onto Triller's muzzle. The male wolf muffled a small gulp as he was smooshed into the couch cushions and flooded with wet, slick femme juices. Ebass joined the moan of delight with a lusty growl of his own as his keen senses picked up on the heavier wave of feminine scent filling the room, watching the female wolf's toned butt clench and rock with every wave of delight his mate's tongue pushed her through. Triller felt his tongue almost pinched by the muscular woman's inner walls working her orgasm against his face and his lips were only so fast at gulping down her generous fluids. Much of it splashed down nearly to his chest and stained the wolf with the female's scent, adding to the swelling knot of pleasure building in Triller's stomach.

It lasted only a moment but Kyla finally let out a short, feminine grunt as her body partially relaxed and her lips finally released Triller's tongue. She slouched a little on the male, almost as if she had forgotten there was another wolf attached to the thing that had given her pleasure, before slowly bringing herself forward to the back of the couch and crossing her arms on the thick, cushioned crest rail. She felt Triller's lips smack as they left her pussy and listening to him pant for a few precious gulps of air as she grinned and gave her hips a teasing wag.

"He's really good at this when he needs to be." she casually remarked to Ebass, getting a silent snicker from the dragon as he made a motion with his free hand for her to continue.

Kyla's grin broadened and she turned her gaze behind her. The coffee table sat forgotten in front of the couch, definitely beyond Triller's notice, and as the she-wolf's eyes locked with it she let out a deep, suspicious hum. Casually she lifted herself up and rearranged herself so that she was straddling Triller's hips backwards, his hard, pre-slick length just barely touching the cleft of her toned cheeks. She glanced back over her shoulder and gave one very stern and unmistakable warning.

"Don't. Touch."

Triller let out a shuddering breath, but nodded and kept his hands (and his cock) to himself even as Kyla leaned over to open the hollowed table and rifle through its contents. Ebass took a smirking sip of his drink as he watched Triller bite his lip and heavily consider the consequences of just one squeeze to the toned, muscular rump gently bouncing against the underside of his length every so often while Kyla got her things from the table. The she-wolf smiled slowly as she finished her assembly in the coffee table, closing the lid after pulling out something that made an unmistakable ~thud~ as it hit the smooth surface. Triller's expression turned from curious to worried as he watched Kyla stand up and casually stretch, conveniently blocking the view of the table with her naked, muscular curves. The soft chuckle from Ebass's side of the room didn't help, either.

The brown wolf slowly sat up on the couch and watched Kyla pick up something else from the table and toss it back to him. Triller fumbled with the smooth, clear bottle and looked it over as Kyla took her time stepping into the harness she had retrieved and settling the straps around her hips and thighs. The she-wolf hummed quietly as something slipped between her wet nether lips and parked itself snugly inside of her tight walls. Triller glanced up when he heard the content sigh and watched her turn around with a very noticeable addition to her crotch: a long, thick, ribbed phallus wobbling out from between the she-wolf's legs and pointing menacingly toward Triller. It spelled out, in no uncertain terms, what the next part of the night was going to be.

"Get me lubed up, wolf boy, unless you happen to like taking it dry." Kyla smirked and gave her new realistic cock a welcoming wag toward Triller's face.

A straighter man might have baulked at this, but the wolf sitting on the couch was already turned on enough from the sloppy make-out session with Kyla's crotch to care. His eager erection gave a slight twitch at the impressive length hanging heavily from the she-wolf's hips and his thumb popped the cap on the clear bottle of semi-viscous liquid clutched earnestly in his hands. Kyla smirked as she watched the male wolf liberally apply the glistening lubrication to her shaft, his fingers working over the finer details of the thick strap-on as its owner shot a glance toward Ebass.

"I assume he's going to be pretty decent at this part, correct?"

"Oh, of course..." the dragon shrugged and casually took a sip of his drink, "Though he responds well to playing rough."

"Does he, now?" Kyla's eyes flashed down at the wolf polishing her ready cock and her gaze was met with a nervous gulp.

Kyla quickly turned back to the coffee table, lifted the lid and tugged one last item from its depraved depths: a simple leather collar and leash. Before Triller could react, the collar was strapped snugly around his neck and the leash smoothly caressed by Kyla's splayed fingers. The look in her eyes was simply sadistic as she coiled the leash in her fingers slowly, but tightly. She let out an eager growl as her nether region clenched tightly around her end of the strap on and a small, imperceptible trickle of aroused fluid ran out from around it down her inner thigh.

"Get up, slut, I want that ass." The wolf snarled, giving the leash a sharp tug and sending Triller scrambling to his feet.

A brief bit of scuffling and a knocked-over table later Triller found himself shoved up against one of the walls of the private room, bent over slightly at the waist with his legs awkwardly splayed and Kyla right behind him with the leash secured around her arm. Her teeth bared slightly in waiting arousal as she gave the male wolf's butt a rough smack with an open palm.

"Lift that tail, faggot! We're going to give your hubby a real show!"

Triller glanced over toward Ebass who was staring intently at the two, his leg crossed casually and hiding the thick bulge running down one pant leg but his intense eyes staring right back into his own. With an exhilarating huff for breath, the brown wolf lifted his tail and arched his hips back to give Kyla a proper view of his toned, round ass. Kyla grunted her approval and placed the underside of her cock right against the valley between those perky cheeks. The pressure jostled the other end of the toy inside of her pussy and for a moment the she-wolf just ground her hips against the ass presented before her.

"Ohhh, yes, I'm gonna destroy your little ass tonight, bitch..." she huskily growled.

The strap on left a smear of slickening pre under Triller's tail as Kyla positioned herself for insertion. The thick, bulging tip of the shaft nuzzled between Triller's cheeks and when it found his pucker he inadvertently flinched. As soon as she felt the shaft sink a little further between the bent-over wolf's cheeks Kyla grinned almost manically and firmly gripped his hips, shoving her hips forward and spearing Triller with the massive toy. Ebass watched Triller's eyes bulge from his head, his teeth bared and grit as the female wolf hastily sunk the strap on into his tight hole and continued further as his muzzle vibrated with a groan. The resistance jostled the other end of the toy against Kyla's pussy and only encouraged her to go for broke and put her weight behind her hips.

"Mnnn, you sure you're using him enough, Ebass?" she groaned toward the dragon but didn't break her attention from the ribbed portion of the shaft rippling its way into Triller's ass, "Gods, feels like I'm popping his cherry he's squeezing so tight!"

Triller rocked toward the neon-lit wall as he felt Kyla's hips shove into him and couldn't hold back a cry of mixed delight as Kyla pulled herself back out almost immediately. The muscular female gave the leash a yank and perked Triller's head back as she perched herself on her toes and reinserted the massive shaft inside of him, leaning up to growl right against his ear.

"Moan for me, bitch."

Triller's muzzle parted for a moment to let a short, gasping yelp, just enough to get in a breath for a proper moan as Kyla mercilessly hammered her hips into his ass. He heard her chuckle above him and angle each thrust to really explore the male wolf's insides and find every little spot that brought genuine shocks of pleasure to both of the entwined canines. Triller was genuinely overwhelmed by the experienced handling Kyla had with her hips in guiding each thrust uninterrupted into the wolf's hole and he realized he was definitely not the first male to be on this receiving end from Kyla's punishing thrusts.

Ebass was content to enjoy the show conservatively, take a few more deeper gulps of his drink and taking in every detail of watching his wolf getting fucked from a different perspective. He wasn't going to whip out his cock and waste good, juicy details like this right here in the room. No, he'd commit every arch, moan, and hefty slap to memory for later... He grinned to himself with a gentle growl and placed his cheek against his fist as the room began to overflow with the smell and sound of sex.

Kyla was putting her athletic body to use, alternating her hips every few thrusts to literally keep Triller on his toes. The few times he actually managed to glance back over his shoulder he saw the she-wolf either perched on one leg or otherwise looming over him, treating his bent-over body like a sexual playground and getting use out of all the terrain. It wasn't like he was the only one getting all the pleasure, either. The way his walls clenched tightly around the thick strap-on sent the toy grinding back into Kyla's pussy, making her muscles squeeze the ribbed knob rubbing against her insides as steady rivulets of feminine juices drooled down her inner thighs.

"Why am I doing all the work around here, bitch?" Kyla snarled through clenched teeth, "Move that ass and make it count!"

Both of her feet planted firmly on the floor and arched her hips forward into Triller's backside, giving him a starting point as she tugged at his leash and stood up straight. Triller could only whimper and keep up the hefty motions himself as he braced his hands against the wall and started fucking himself against Kyla's hips. Ebass's grin matched Kyla's as they watched his mate's hips work their way up and down the thick shaft, his shapely rump jiggling with each audible smack and his own wolfhood wagging from his hips and splattering the floor with precum.

Kyla licked her muzzle slowly and savored the sight and proxy sensation of her cock disappearing into Triller's arching rump, his grunts and shameless moans the cherry on top of the sex sundae. Her free hand traced down the brown wolf's arched back to his butt and gave it a welcoming swat before reaching around to firmly squeeze Triller's aching erection.

"You wanna cum, boy?" Kyla whispered just loud enough to be heard over Triller's whimpering.

"Y-Yes! Fuck, p-please..." he begged shamelessly, grinding the full length of Kyla's strap-on deep into his ass as she deeply manipulated his own manhood.

"Mmm, you gotta earn it, butt-slut... Ladies first, after all." the she-wolf grinned and slowly pumped her hand up Triller's length in one, smooth motion, milking a large glob of pre up to his tip and moving her hand back to the wolf's hip.

Triller dug his claws into the wall, carving small streaks into the paint at the teasing caress as Kyla seemed to know just how to keep him on edge. His feet shuffled into a broader stance, making Kyla raise an eyebrow and Ebass grin toothily, as the male wolf bent over a little further and grit his teeth. He stopped the rhythmic thrust of his ass only long enough to get into the new position before throwing himself back into Kyla's hips. The she-wolf grunted at the force, almost knocking her back, but groaned at the nice little jostle it gave her end of the strap-on. Her hands clung to his hips as the horny wolf pounded himself back against her, licking her lips slowly as the wolf fucked himself hard and fast against her.

"Keep it up, eager little... slut." Kyla grit her teeth, her fingers squeezing the male's hips in time with her pussy's steadily increasing clenching.

Her eyes shut tight and she felt her body tense and shudder again with building pleasure, rocking her hips forward to help slam her muscular torso to the wolf's presented (and very sore) ass as those quick jaunts brought her up to her toes. Her claws dug into the male wolf's fur and her muzzle dropped open with a sudden gasp of delight, pulling Triller back against her and planting her hips flush against his rump. Her pussy heavily squeezed and pulled at the thickness inside of her and further trickles of her feminine release seeped through the straps wrapped between her legs and continued down her thighs. Ebass calmly set his empty glass aside and relaxed back into the couch, all too familiar with that position as Triller whimpered and felt the powerful wolf grind out her orgasm against his ass.

With a heavy sigh Kyla finally released her clawed grip on the brown wolf's hips, getting a few slow breaths before chuckling and giving his cheeks a teasing squeeze.

"N-Not bad... It's been a while since I've had a man so dedicated to getting slammed like this." her teeth flashed as she yanked Triller upright by the almost-forgotten leash and held him up against her bare chest, "I think you've earned a reward."

Kyla took a glance in Ebass's direction and he gracefully nodded. Triller's aching erection had had enough torture for one evening. Roughly Kyla sunk her teeth into the wolf's neck, prompting a yelp of surprise from the collared wolf as her fingers wrapped around the base of his leaking, pre-soaked erection again. The puddle of his splattered juices had grown larger on the floor and with a sharp grind of Kyla's hips she worked another thick glob to his tip. Triller growled against the restraint tugging around his neck as the she-wolf began working her fist up and down his flexing shaft, making sure every motion followed the curve of his wolfhood and got him arching to his toes with an almost too-tight, milking squeeze.

"C'mon, slut, I don't have all night. Paint the wall with your load!" Kyla hissed against his cheek, her well-lubricated hand pumping the male's length faster.

It only took a few more strokes after that (and one well-timed shove of the thick strap-on) to make Triller's head tilt up and his hips arch forward with sharp delight. Ebass and Kyla watched as the first thick ropes of wolf cum arced from the tip of the wolf's cock, splattering the wall of the VIP room and leaving long, thick trails leading to the floor. The bound wolf's body trembled with each agonizingly pleasurable gush as Kyla continued to work her fist over his throbbing length, milking every last spurt she could work out of him as she writhed in delight. Triller's legs shook, his body convulsed and he nearly toppled forward face-first into the wall as the talented she-wolf pressed against his upturned rear and milked his shaft for the last dribbles of his seed. The leash slowly untangled from Kyla's arm and her hand pulled back from around Triller's hips as she looked over the wolf for a moment. Her grin was a mile wide as she carefully righted herself, watched the dazed wolf waver a bit in front of her, and then give him a soft push away from her hips.

Triller let out a weak yelp of surprise and fumbled against the wall as he collapsed to the floor, Kyla's full length sliding out of him in one smooth motion as the male wolf hit the ground moaning. Ebass had to chuckle at the sight as Kyla looked at her hand, slightly covered in jizz, and unceremoniously wiped it off on Triller's propped up, furry backside. She shrugged and took a seat on the couch with a satisfied huff, laying back and giving the well-used strap-on a few jostling wiggles to give herself a few more ripples of pleasure before glancing back at the dragon already standing up and removing his coat.

"He's all yours. I loosened him up a bit for you." Kyla sighed, glancing back at the brown wolf perching up to his hands and knees on the floor.

"I appreciate the help." Ebass gave a deep snarl as he circled around behind the prostrated male, unbuckling his pants and causing Triller's ears to perk up.

The wolf looked back and caught his mate's grin as the nicely-pressed slacks fell around his ankles and Ebass leaned down to pick up the leash. Triller shivered and felt the familiar touch of Ebass's hand gripping his messy right buttock as the leash was drawn tight and a much more real phallus was pressed against his loosened tailhole. Ebass mused to himself about the possibility of making this a regular thing as he drove a nice, juicy yelp from his mate's open muzzle and refueled the room with the sound of hips messily slapping against an upturned and well-fucked rump.