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The knock at the hotel room door finally came near 10pm. Luke's ears perked and his breath pulled in tightly as he stood up from the bed. They had talked many times online, flirting innocently, and now finally they'd come together through the power of a little thing called a 'convention'. He found it amusing that people tossed rumors about naughty things happening between people who were practically strangers at events such as these. He chuckled to himself as her claws wrapped around the door handle.

Luke invited Farelle in, tugging a little on the loops of her pants playfully as she passed him. Her face blushed a bit at this and the red of her face made his penis harden ever the slightest. She was wearing a sweater which concealed her figure but her jeans clung tight, like an extra layer of skin. He licked his lips in anticipation as he watched her butt bump back and fourth in them as she walked. Her thick, wavy brown hair was also pulled back tightly and he imagined plucking the band from it to let it loose.

Luke had some very nasty plans for that tasty purple wolfess.

"Well, where is this amazing thing you wouldn't tell me about on the phone earlier?" she had a sling in her voice as if she suspected there to be no such 'amazing thing'. She didn't appear pleased as she shifted her weight to one side, placing her paw on her hip. "I'm more than delighted you flew me out for my 18th birthday to this convention so I get in on the art scene. The people I met today while in the artist alley were pretty sweet, so you didn't over exaggerate that part of this. However, you made it seem like you'd cured cancer with this new 'thing' you wanted to show me."

"Oh right, the thing." Luke hummed, shaking his head to air it out a bit. His tail twitching back and fourth as a devious smile cracked along his beak. He slipped into the bathroom and quickly came slinking out again with a small jar in his claws. Then skipped over to the bed where Farelle had settled in. Her ears folded back against her head in curiosity and her body pressed back against the plush pillows along the head of the bed.

"What is that?" Farelle hesitantly asked, beginning to breath deep, her nerves began to stir.

Luke dipped his claw into the jar and stared down at her breast. They began to rise and fall with pace as his eyes pressed into them. A bit of drool gathered on the tip of his beak. "Is it true that a creature of color, such as yourself, as a sweet flavor?" His nostrils flared.

Farelle saw his eyes press in and turned her back to him slightly, her heart racing, her body stiffening. "Why on earth would you ask such a question?" she giggled nervously, her arms wrapping around herself in defense. The force of her arms pulled the loose fabric of the sweater tight around her breast and their shapes became better defined.

"I'm just curious. I have never known a purple wolf before and that's the rumor that stalks your kind around." Luke grinned. His tail was slithering away from his side towards Farelle's side. Her eyes caught site of it and her cheeks began to ripen once again. After a moment her body unclenched and she smiled leaning towards her dragon friend.

"It's nice to see you're pretty much the same horrid flirt in real life as you are online. In this world of so many fursonas hiding behind the void of the internet, I find that refreshing." Farelle's brown eyes seemed some how to intensify in color a bit as she met up with his. Her fingers slipped around his tail and began gently stroking the skin.

"To answer your question," she whispered pressing her brown nose into the cuff of his ear," I taste like raspberries."

Luke took a deep breath and held out the small jar that had been burrowing into the flesh of his hands. It beaded with sweat from his palm. The lupine's head tilted up a bit to catch a better look at it as he lifted it to the light. "This is what I wanted to show you." his voice vibrated a bit with excitement.

"It's amazing!" Farelle gasped," What exactly am I looking at again?" The contents of the jar seemed to be a slight peach color, rather creamy in texture and the scent her keen nose caught was rather bitter and salty. Luke squirmed, his eyes blazing and his muscles tightening.

"You told me online that you've been unable to make your cum, so I made this to fix that." Luke thrust the jar under her nose so the smell began thick and inescapable. Her breath drew inwards quickly, failing to come out for a moment. Her whole face flushed as she leapt backwards nearly falling off the bed. His tail slapped around her arm, pulling her back up.

"Did you pleasure yourself into that jar?!" she barked, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Luke's face balled up into the middle of it. "Holy crap, no! That would be perverted." he sang holding back a laugh in his throat.

"No, I developed a pudding that increases the sensitivity of the female body and makes them a bit... well more like a ton more horny. Actually, it's tests have shown it's going to make your sex drive jump so I'll have to tie you down if we use it." Luke stuttered as he explained the contents a bit more in depth. He felt his penis thicken once more as the back of his mind wondered over the curves of Farelle's legs.

Her expression went undetected as he searched it for some sort of emotional reaction. Her lower lip hung open, leaving just enough room for a whistle to escape from her breath falling between her teeth. Her eyes seemed to drift back into her mind a moment and then surfaced slowly, regaining their intense color. "This will help me orgasm?" she asked.

Luke's head bobbled, his teeth pressing over the bottom portion of his beak in an attempt to smile. "It works well, I had a friend of mine try it. It's a bit much, though, so unless you want every fur at this convention to come piling up against the door in response to your screams of pleasure I'm going to have to gag you for now. Also, I don't want you to curl up or knock over a lamp when your body feels the full force so I'm going to have to bind you down as well."

The wolfess seemed not to waste another moment as she peeled away her thick sweater over her head, revealing a white under shirt with thin straps that clung to her curves. Her nipples were erect, the areolas were rippled with excitement and the cloth struggled to keep up with the extra growth. Her tail flung back and fourth as she crawled over, pressing her body up against Luke's chest. "Oh heck yeah, let's do this!"

Luke began to tremble with excitement as the now willing purple wolfess hovered over his body, ready to give herself. His thoughts lost themselves for a moment gazing down at her pouting lower lip as he imagined it stretching out around the shaft of his piece, a reward he hoped to receive for his gift to her. His finger dipped once again into the jar now sitting on the night stand.

"So, how does this work? Do I rub it on or something?" Farelle asked, bouncing slightly in his lap. Her eyes crossed a bit as he held his fully soaked finger out in front of her nose. The words tumbled out his lips," Uh, it's an... Oral delight. You can lick it out of the jar or off my finger if you..."

Her lips had already enclosed the girth of his finger as he spoke. The heat of her mouth penetrated his flesh, warming the deepest layer and as she began to suckle the pudding off he felt his skin pull toward the back of her throat. Her suck held a lot of force and he longed for this to be applied to more tender things on his body. He closed his eyes as he felt himself swelling in his pants from the thought.

Farelle's short, broad muzzle pulled away, a thin string of juices stretching from his claw to her lips. She brushed it away, raising her small paw to her mouth giggling to herself and batting her eyes innocently. Luke wrapped his claws around the bottom of her muzzle, his thumb and index fingers were nearly to much for her small face.

"Now we wait for it to kick in!" he smiled gently letting his fingers fall down the delicate fluff of her neck and rest in the empty space between the straps of her shirt just above her breasts. His other hand reached around the side of the bed and pulled up a duffle bag. His grin took an evil turn for a second which he shook off as he undid the zipper.

"First, let's get you gagged so when it starts to kick in you're not screaming out your pleasures for the neighbors to hear. We don't want con ops called on us, it might wreck up the moment." he said as he lifted a muzzle restraint from the bag. Farelle's eyes focused in on the gag, her nose wrinkling up a bit in uncertainty as she used her finger to draw the outline of it around the fur of her face.

"Are you sure that's going to be necessary? I mean... I've never been able to cum before, how do you know I'll be a screamer? You're convinced it will be that intense?" she reached out for it but Luke tugged it back. His eyes squished into small slits as the corners of his smile shifted his cheeks, "Come now, what kind of gentleman lets a gal put her own gag on?"

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her so her back was against him. She let out a small gasp from the force but was silenced as the strap tightened around her lips. He clasped it behind her head firmly and wrapped the loose portion around her muzzle. Her arms helplessly whirled up to the harness around her mouth, tugging at it, the shape of panic over taking her body as she threw herself side to side trying to pull it off.

Luke snatched one of her arms and pulled it behind her to steady her body. "Shhh," he encouraged brushing his claws through the soft fur and feeling the tender flesh below them," You'll need it... You're going to just have to trust me. That pudding will kick in very soon, let me get you tied down." Farelle's heart raced in her chest but she seemed to calm herself as he licked the side of her neck and held her closer to his body.

Her breath rolled hot from her nose as his tongue rolled over the top of it. She whimpered softly through the bindings, letting small murrs escape her throat but not her mouth as he pulled her other arm behind her back. She felt the clean, slick feeling of silk stretching around her arms as he bound them together with ribbon. Luke pulled a bit around her front, nestling it once just below her breast, still hidden by her under shirt, and again around her shoulders.

He pushed her back against the pillows and straddled her. As she relaxed into the pillows a sharp feeling struck her. A sudden warmth over took her lower body, causing her upper portion to jolt upward only to be pressed down again by Luke's hand.

Her nipples became aware of the fabric around them, feeling the treads of the shirt and the jiggle of their own weight as she lay beneath her dragon friend struggling to keep her body from melting away under the pressure of the new pleasures sweeping over her. The flesh below her fur along her arms took rise into a thousand small bumps as her arms tried to pull outward but were forced in place by the ribbon. Her lungs swelled and her jaw clenched as she moaned from the pit of her throat. Her eyes pinching into thin slits as she fought to gasp the feelings flushing through the whole of her existence in that one spot.

"OH! Oh! I think that awesome sauce is working its magic!" Luke sang as he watched the small creature wiggle below him. Her chest was bouncing around madly as she struggled, beads of sweat surfacing through the fur on her forehead and muffled howls of pleasure sweeping through her clenched teeth. After a moment she held her body stiff, afraid to move lest the fabric of her clothing torment her inflamed senses.

Luke's fingers slipped under the small straps of her shirt, carefully tugging them off to the side so that the fabric covering her breasts did so only by the round, plump shapes barely contained within it. They bounce slightly as her lungs inhaled and exhaled rapidly. Farelle's expression read of concern as his fingers brushed over her firm nipples rising out of the cloth and she whimpered, pleading for his care. "SssSSshhh..." he reassured her," You'll love this next part. I promise."

From there he leisurely peeled back the shirt, slipping the cloth so that it gathered in a tight fold at the base of her breasts. They hung out of her shirt slight parted to the side from their weight, the fur along them so thin the blush of the skin below them could be faintly seen and Luke scooped them into his palms for the first time. His large paw, the thumb and index finger of which were all that was needed to cup her chin a sort while earlier, stretched out over the surface of her breast - barely able to contain one in a single hand.

She felt the detail of his hand, it was more apparent to the supple skin of her breasts that he was indeed a dragon whose claw was covered in woven scale. His skin felt hot against her breasts but it was an intense welcome feeling. Her nipples were small but a rich, deep color that stuck out well against the lighter areolas surrounding them. The tips pinched in just a little, looking inviting for a thirsty mouth. She moaned and whimpered as he sank his claws lightly into her skin and teased the surface of her breasts.

The dragon felt his own senses rise a bit at the sight of her body flushing a deeper color and her neck stretched out thin as she thrust her head backwards into the pillows to try to contain her cries of love for what Luke was doing to her body. His claws brushed away a string of drool flowing from his beak and then began to bend his head towards her chest.

His tongue slipped along the base of her breast first. Farelle gasped and her breast jiggled against his tongue in anticipation. The bumpy texture of his tongue pushed aside the fur as it hiked its way to the peak of her breast where her nipples sat begging to be suckled. She let out a demanding moan, a sharp order for him to set his beak around them, her body becoming a field of goose bumps.

Finally, his mouth reached the peak of the breast, nibbling slightly on the erect tip and tugged on it gently. Farelle screamed from the pit of her throat, having a flash flood of feeling over take her essence but the scream fell short as it reached her bound muzzle. "MMmMMMmm!" was that escaped, falling softly away to the back of the room.

Luke chuckled lightly," Really? THAT makes you scream does it? It's hard to imagine a body like yours being unable to peak. My special mix pudding seems to really be helping that sex drive reach a new speed." He once again grabbed her breasts, tugging the nipples.

"Now..." he purred glancing down at her jeans," Let's see if purple wolves really do taste like raspberries."