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As the lights dimmed and the music slowed, Trent and Rill held one another in an intimate embrace, lost in their own little world. The romantic mood fit them perfectly.

Softly, Trent placed a kiss on the side of the cat's silky-furred neck. His lips traced over Rill's cheek, breathing a soft whisper into his ear, "This music is beautiful, isn't it?"

Rill nodded slightly and whispered beneath the music, "Not half as much as you."

"I know..." Trent whispered to the cat. "Thank you."

His lithe body was wrapped tightly around the feline's. He savored the firm press of Rill's lust which strained at his jeans, gentle throbbing against the vulpine thigh. Turning men on always gave him a feeling of power, but for some reason his new feline prey felt different-- he brought a much stronger gratification, perhaps from his innocence.

Tentatively he let his nose brush against Rill's, testing how he would respond, and suddenly the cat kissed him. They kissed very tenderly, expressing their mutual desire for one another. Rill moaned softly as their lips met, and instinctively he held Trent's body tighter, fingers trembling lightly. Trent lightly tugged on Rill's lips, gradually becoming more assertive with his touch. He could feel the growing heat between them, and he knew that soon, his young, virgin prey would do anything he desired.

Rill kissed him with growing intensity, and surprising skill. He wasn't too wet, and yet neither was he too dry; he parted his tender lips just enough to slip them around one of Trent's.

For Rill, closeness was intoxicating. The young cat could scarcely believe things were all happening so fast to him. It was exhilerating, to feel wanted and close. The fox was so incredibly suave and sure of himself-- feelings he was not used to encountering. He wanted to dive into the new emotions, and immerse himself in their inviting warmth. Tilting his head, he opened his mouth a bit more, licking along the fox's warm, furry lips. He was rewarded with withe warm, wet caress of Trent's tongue.

It was very light and tender at first, very elusive caresses of the tongue. They stood with their mouths just slightly open, lips brushing casually against one another. Rill placed his tonguetip onto Trent's, and then slid it down, delighting in the feel of the gentle, intimate warmth. Trent then returned the gesture, flicking his tongue over the feline's. They did not fully press their mouths together; instead taking time to enjoy the simple pleasure of tongue-tag. Rill could taste Trent's mouth, and the realization of that alone weakened his knees.

Both were panting, and Trent's sweet, delicious breath filled Rill's mouth with each exhale. Pressing forward slightly, Rill ran his tongue more insistently over the fox's, pulling him into a deep kiss, each sliding his tongue deep into the other's mouth, sealing their muzzles together.

He'd never enjoyed kissing so much in his life. It felt so intimate. His paws slid up and down Trent's sleek, and he pressed all of himself against the fox, moaning softly as he rubbed the quickly swelling sheath against the vulpine hips. As they slid against one another, he could feel Trent's maleness as well, the bulge in his lycra shorts along his thigh. His instinct was to reach down and touch it, but he restrained that urge, remembering they were in the middle of a crowd of people.

Rill moaned softly as Trent slid back, out of the kiss. It left them both breathless, hearts beating rapidly, minds filled with a torrid desire, blocking out all rational thought.

"Dude... I think... I really want you," Rill whispered desperately to Trent. His eyes gazed into the vivid purple ones, and he placed his paws on Trent's stomach, where the shirt left it bare. His fingertips slipped under the shirt, feeling the fox's wewll-toned furry figure.

Trent nodded. "I know where we can go," he murmured. He placed his thumb on Rill's chin, tracing over his lower lip. The feline kissed it in response.

Trent grinned in satisfaction. The cat was falling for him like a rock. He almost felt bad for Rill for a moment, because he knew how things worked. When a stone gets too hot, it gets dropped. But that was the game. Oh well. . .

"Come with me," Trent said, taking Rill's paw gently in his own.

The two walked out, hand in hand. They crossed the living room floor, headed for the guest room upstairs, that Trent always used when he wanted to play around. Rill followed him eagerly. Several times on the way up the stairs they stopped to kiss-- Trent found he really enjoyed the way the feline used his tongue, especially for someone with little experience. He suspected he would have another use for it, soon.

* * *

The guest room was fairly dark, lit only by several candles placed around the room. Dim light flickered over the shifting bodies sprawled out on the bed. The only sounds were the soft whisperings of aroused males, the gentle, moist noise of wet kissing, and the squeaking of leather pants.

There was a bed in the center of the room, king-sized, large enough for several adults. It was occupied by three, in fact.

Galinn lay on his back on the bed, his hands placed behind his head, baring his strong upper body, with Remmie at his feet. The otter had long since pulled off his sneakers, and was indulging himself in massaging and kissing the wolf's big footpaws.

Steven knelt over Galinn, straddling the wolf's denim-clad hips, running his hands over the dark brown fur of his friend's chest. The were kissing heatedly, with an intense mutual passion for one another. Steven nibbled on Galinn's long, lupine tongue, and slowly suckled it into his muzzle. He found one of the wolf's nipples, tugging on it with his thumb and forefinger.

Galinn inhaled deeply and shuddered. Not only did the warm, wet suction on his tongue feel great, but his nipples were very sensitive. Tingly pleasure shot through him at his partner's firm touch. He loved to have his nipples twisted, nibbled on, and teased. As Steven pulled back, Galinn twisted his tongue slightly inside the feline's muzzle, slipping it out.

He ended the kiss with a wet tug of the lips, and whispered, "Yeeeah man... harder. Harder on the nipple." Obligingly the leopard sat up, and pinched more firmly on the dark bud, twisting it slightly.

Both of them had long since become heavily aroused. Steven began to feel Galinn's hard cock pressing against his rump, through jeans and leather. He sat more heavily in the demin-covered lap, amd gradually began to slide back and forth over it, positioning the thick length of shaft between the mounds of his toned butt. The leather was smooth, and slipped over the material of Galinn's pants, effectively stroking his member through the fabric. Letting out a soft moan, Galinn slowly thrust his hips upward, grinding himself against the leopard's beautiful ass.

Steven watched the gorgeous wolf's body tensing and squirming beneath him. He could feel him, beneath his legs and butt, shifting around. It was deelpy exciting for him. There was something about Galinn that was so blatantly masculine; he seemed to radiate a raw sexual energy.

Slowly he released the wolf's nipple from his grasp, and slid his hands down the sinewy torso, tracing the dark, round abs. He could feel the long lupine cock between his ass cheeks, pressing up at him, and he knew he wanted to be fucked by it before the night was through. He slid back a bit, off of Galinn's lap, and sat down on his legs, freeing the throbbing member.

His hands continued their journey down the lupine's abdomen, between his legs. As his fingers grazed over the hard bulge, he gave it a generous squeeze, cupping it in his fingers. Galinn grunted, and tried to buck his hips upward, into the stimulation. "Yeaah..." he whispered. "T-take it out... take my cock out, man."

Steven's ever-solemn gaze ran over Galinn's crotch. He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. As he slipped his fingers inside and pulled the pants open, he exposed the wolf's white briefs, pulled tight over the thickening cock within. He tugged on the waistband of the underwear, feeling his heart fluttered slightly with anticipation.

"Let us see what you've got in there," he whispered softly.

Galinn's shaft sprang free, dark and throbbing, before the leopard's eyes. It was thicker than average, and he almost couldn't close his fingers around it; eight hot inches of rigid wolf cock. Steven cupped his hand under it and grasped it, feeling its girth pulsing under his fingers. It was big, and it tensed each time he squeezed it.

"Big wolf," he murmured. He glanced down at Remmie, who was diligently massaging and lightly licking the wolf's huge footpaws. "Looks like the rumor is true."

Galinn moaned in response. His jaw went slack as the feline played with his cock, and he watched, eyes lidded with pleasure. He spread his arms out on the bed, and splayed his toes, while Remmie kissed along the sole of one foot.

Steven ran his hand lightly over Galinn's member, and leaned down slightly. The wolf propped himself up on his elbows, and gazed up at the leopard.

"Man... you are so hot," he whispered.

* * *

At the same time, Rill was saying those same words to Trent.

"Thank you," Trent murmured to the cat, as they paused again, to kiss on the stairs. The fox leaned against his felime companion, pressing him against the railing. "You're not bad yourself."

Rill looked down for a moment, and Trent guessed he was blushing beneath his fur. "Nothin' special about me, dude..."

The fox grinned, and took one of Rill's paws. He placed it between his legs, resting the feline's palm right on the bulge in his shorts. "I get quite a charge out of you," he whispered, nuzzling one of Rill's ears. "See?"

At first the cat seemed startled at Trent's forwardness, but he responded, squeezing his maleness softly through the lycra. He seemed dazed for a moment, watching his hand, as if unable to believe what he was doing. The thought that he was actually feeling the fox's cock amazed him.

Trent gently took Rill's wrist, and tugged his hand away. "Come on, let's go upstairs," he said softly. The two hurried up the stairway, and onto the gray carpet of the second floor. It was one long, wide hallway, with a couple of bedrooms, and a bathroom.

Trent took Rill down the corridor to the right, and stopped in front of one closed door. He held the cat's hands in his own, and used them to pull Rill toward him, pressing their bodies gently against one another. He was beginning to really enjoy that feeling.

"Rill," he murmured, sliding his muzzle along the feline's. "There may be others in there, having all sorts of sex. This is where Jaari always tells them to go."

"I-it's okay," the cat whispered. "I ain't worried."

Without another word, Trent turned the doorknob, and the door slid open. They entered, and closed the door behind him. Each was instantly enveloped in warmth, dim light, and the scent of sex.

As they had walked in, Trent watched the light from the hallway spill over the bed, and for a few moments he got a clear view of the large bed in the middle of the room. He was quite surprised. Galinn, that gorgeous wolf he'd dumped earlier, was laying back on the bed, while Steven knelt over him, stroking a rather impressive lupine maleness. Remmie sat on the bed with Galinn's feet in his lap, licking and kissing them.

The whole scene was enough to heavily arouse him. His fox cock practically jumped in his tight pants, and he reached down idly to touch it. As the door closed and the room dimmed again, he couldn't make out the details of their faces, only shapes. For a moment he regretted dropping the wolf. After all, he wouldn't have minded being involved in a threesome, particularly in Steven's position.

Since the bed was occupied, Trent took Rill to a black leather couch near the doorway. He sat down on it, and the feline settled onto the cushion next to him. The sofa was facing the bed, and so Trent took one more look at the delicious bodies before he turned to Rill, and caressed the soft fur of his cheek, whispering softly.

He leaned forward, and they kissed again, deeply. Trent slid his tongue easily into the cat's muzzle, and he probed around inside. Rill almost immediately placed a paw in Trent's lap, to feel the thick, throbbing maleness once again. Trent moaned in response, and spread his legs. He'd been wanting someone to play with his cock all night, especially since he'd gotten so close to the cat. It turned him on that Rill was so hot for him. He slid back a little, easing out of the kiss, and murmured,

"Do you want to see it?" He glanced down, indicating the obvious tent in his lycra shorts.

The feline nodded slowly. "Yeah," he whispered. "Show it to me, dude..."

Anticipation built within Trent. He shivered slightly as he stood up, watching the bulge in his pants point out right in front of the cat. Being as narcissistic and exhibitionistic as he was, he loved to be stared at so closely by another. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his tight lycra shorts, and slowly peeled dowm down his legs, droping them soundlessly to the floor.

His most prized possesion sprang out into the open, pointing upward. His cock was about six and a half inches long. Not too thick, and not too thin. It was pink, smooth along the pulsing shaft, with a head on the tip, and a small slit, from which a drop glistening precum oozed out. His balls were slightly larger than average: round, furry orbs hanging low beneath the base of the stretched furry sheath.

Rill's mouth hung slightly agape, and his eyes lidded with desire as he gazed upon the fox's meat.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Trent whispered. His voice was a bit husky as he spoke. He ran a finger along the underside of his member. "Why don't you put your mouth on it, and make it feel nice?"

The feline moaned. "Ohh yeah, its perfect," he murmured. Getting up off the couch, he knelt before the fox. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, and slid his fingers under Trent's balls. They felt deliciously warm and heavy in his hand, and he sighed, breathing out warm air onto them. He gradually let his muzzle approach the delicate spheres, and slid his tongue out to lick at them.

Near dizziness swept over him as his nose brushed over the base of the vulpine shaft. Its length ran along his cheek, and he felt right, being close to Trent's cock. He inhaled slowly, after a moment's apprehension, at first almost afraid to do so. A scent filled his nose that made him shiver with pleasure. Trent had such a light aroma to him, a male scent that he craved deeply.

Slowly Rill opened his mouth, and let one of the treasured balls slide past his lips, and rest on his tongue. He was breathless, and he could hear his heart pounding in his ears. He never thought he would get the chance to make love to such an attractive male. Running his tongue under Trent's tender nut, he closed his eyes, and suckled lightly on it, wondering how the night could possibly get any better.

* * *

Harsh light burst in suddenly, as the door slid open. It fell onto the bed, and surprised the occupants. Galinn and Steven looked at one another, but they did not move or try to hide what they were doing. Remmie had warned them before they went inside that more people might come in. They were too involved in their own affairs to let it interfere or distract them. They both glanced over briefly, but the door had closed by then, and neither of them recognized the newcomers-- they were only moving shadows in the dim room.

Turning back to look at one another, Steven reached out with one paw to run a finger over Galinn's lips. The wolf smiled at the tender gesture, and licked at Steven's fingertip. The leopard slowly lowered himself down to Galinn's strong body once again, and kissed his lips, while he held the lupine's cock in his hand. Galinn kissed more heatedly as pleasure rushed through him at the intimate touch. He lapped at Steven's tongue, and explored over his teeth, feeling the sharp feline fangs.

Steven felt the wolf's heavy breathing, and the way he squirmed as he stroked and massaged the length of meat. He pulled back from the kiss, and looked at Galinn. "Mmm... you have such a big cock. I'll bet it would feel great sliding down my throat," he whispered.

Galinn groaned softly. He didn't want to be too loud, because of the strangers in the room, but he couldn't help himself.

"Awww fuck... yeah, do it, man..." he growled softly. His member was almost painfully hard under the leopard's dexterous touch, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to control himself.

Steven smiled at his new friend's eagerness. He'd been around enough to know how wolves can get when aroused. Repositioning himself over Galinn, is muzzle hovered over the thick, eight inch shaft in his palm. He bent down and ran his tongue from the base to the pointed tip, tasting and smelling the wolf's manhood. The sensation of his tongue running over the veins on its rubbery length was delicious.

The scent of lust was growing a bit thicker, and there were several soft moans, one from Galinn, and another from whoever else had walked in. The wolf lay back on the bed as still as he could, but Steven's hot, wet tongue worked his meat so perfectly he could hardly keep from writhing around in pleasure. He looked down, and watched his abs tense up, feeling the intense throbbing, as his cock got harder. All of this was accompanied by the hot, wet feeling of Remmie swirling his tongue around each of his toes, one after the other.

Having someone suck his cock was something he always loved, especially if his partner was really into it. The leopard seemed to really appreciate his body, which aroused him even further. Then with the otter at his feet... he'd never received so much attention at once before!

He propped himself up on his elbows, gazing lustilly at the leopard, feeling himself going beyond the level of simple arousal. Steven pressed his lips to the tip of the shaft, and opened his mouth, taking the penis inside, and suckling on it gently. Galinn was quickly passing beyond all restraint. His hips jerked forward slightly and he thrust his cock into the hot, smooth mouth with a shallow, pleasurable stroke. The feline muzzle held perfectly still, gratefully accepting the extra inches as they were fed to him.

A hand slipped into Galinn's pants, and cupped his balls, adding to the intense pleasure that coarsed through him. Steven slid down the shaft, taking it nearly to the base in his mouth, letting it slip into his throat with little difficulty. He filled himself with wolfcock, taking satisfaction in the feel of it pulsing and hot within him, stretching out at his cheeks with its rubbery thickness.

"Mmmhhh... h-hey," he muttered weakly, trying to concentrate on words. "Get my balls..."

Steven gently released Galinn's shaft, and looked down at it. Wrapping one hand around the saliva-slickened member, he slowly, carefully jerked Galinn off, while he nuzzled lower, and licked at the heavy balls with his tonguetip.

The wolf reacted wildly to that. His hips bucked, and he grunted. The sensation of having someone lick between his legs, where he was most sensitive, and a hand clasping his cock simultaneously was incredible. He sat nearly straight up, and whispered, "Yyyeah... keep that up..."

Steven worked his hand up and down the large cock, while he ran his tongue over the big, warm balls and below, licking along the dark trail between his parted legs.

Galinn felt such pleasure, he knew he could not last long. A hot stream of precum ran up inside his shaft, and leaked out the tip, over the leopard's fingers. His rump clenched and he twitched slightly, pumping forward into the strong, warm hand that kneaded his shaft.

The fingers curled around his prick were tight and fairly well lubricated. He did not need to move much to rub the tender skin against Steven's palm. The constant, elusive licking below on his balls, however, was what really got his attention. No one had done such a thing to him in such a long time, and he had been totally unprepared for it. The leopard's tongue was warm and only slightly textured, so the feel of it on his sensitive trali brought him delicious, intense pleasure. He fucked himself into the hand, felt it grip him, but the licking did not stop. He pulled back again, and then shoved himself forward into the manipulation of the deft fingers, but the whole time Steven lapped at his cock, surrounding the base, as well as his sheath with hot wetness.

He pulled back and drove forward again, grunting, open-mouthed. "J--just... a fff-fuh-few more," he groaned, as his body tensed and squirmed. His wolfcock tingled, and he felt how tight his balls were under him. His cock rubbed over the hand, pulled back, brushed over the palm again, slipped out, thrust forward, and came.

He shut his eyes and winced, while a hot stream of his seed welled up within his shaft, even as Steven continued licking. His body spasmed, and the leopard must have felt it, for he held onto Galinn's cock firmly, shifting the skin up and down. A thick jet of white semen blasted from the tip of his shaft, falling in a rope onto his chest. This caught Steven's attention, for he quickly left the wolf's balls and sealed his lips around the cocktip, taking in the maleness as it fountained out a hot, thin, salty mess of cum.

It started to fill his muzzle, but he swallowed it down like wine, looking up at the dark, muscular body above him. Galinn had not had such an intense orgasm in long time. He cried out loudly, something which was meant to be a sigh, but ended up with far more strength behind it. He felt Remmie suckle on two of his toes as he flexed them, and he grabbed the leopard's head, holding it firmly in place while he unloaded himself. "YEAH... oh, FUCK yeah," he moaned, feeling the delcious release as he spurted several more shots into the beautiful leopard's mouth.

Finally his member ceased its throbbing, and slowly the pleasure subsided into a blissful relaxation. He panted heavily, while Steven released him very cautiously from his mouth. Galinn sighed slowly, letting his chest contract, and all of the tension flow out of his body. He gazed down at the leopard with half-lidded eyes, and smiled in gratitude. Steven paused for a moment to lick away the white seed from the brown-furred chest, and then slid forward to lay on top of him.

Remmie set Galinn's bare footpaws down on the bed, and stood on the floor.

"I'm going out, see you guys later!" he said quietly, happily. "Nice wolf, I'll see you later, and you too, Steven." The otter turned and walked out, with perhaps an additional spring in his step.

The two new friends stared into one another's eyes, muzzles only perhaps an inch apart, each feeling the others breath, and heartbeat, before they kissed. Galinn placed one hand behind Steven's head, and the other arm wrapped languidly around his body. He could taste his own seed in the leopard's velvety mouth, as their tongues ran over one another, and they exchanged affection and mutual passion.

Steven slowly pulled out of the kiss, and touched Galinn's chest, tilting his head slightly, his eyes still locked to the wolf's.

"That was great, man. I ain't had it that good in a long time," Galinn whispered softly.

Steven smiled warmly at him, delicately running one finger along the bottom of the wolf's long muzzle. His touch was very tender, as was his voice. "Neither have I, Galinn. I got quite a reward out of it," he said, and licked his lips. They both chuckled, and were quiet for a moment, simply staring at one another, totally oblivious to anyone and anything else in the room.