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Unleashed

The first thing Kemper heard when he stepped through the front door from work, was a bark. His eyes widened slightly, not in confusion, but with amusement. There was after all only one other living creature in this house. One source capable of making such an adorably realistic barking sound.

"Willow?"

Playfully, the feline male called out to his partner. From deeper in the house, the direction of the kitchen, Kemper heard a scuffling sound. A sudden burst of deliriously eager yapping. It grew louder and louder, until with a burst of motion Willow erupted out of the kitchen door. Dressed only in a black sports bra and panties, scrambling hurriedly across the hallway carpet on all fours. She bounded towards Kemper, her vibrant red hair flowing freely around her beaming face, and launched herself at her furred boyfriend.

Howling with laughter, Kemper toppled to the floor with Willow astride him. He flailed and snorted with mirth as she nuzzled at his face, yipping like a dog and running her tongue over his muzzle from every conceivable angle. Her primarily bare body wiggled and squirmed over his own, and as their eyes met, she let slip a playful giggle.

"Having fun?"

Kemper raised an eyebrow, grinning up at his panting, squirming, giggling lover. She nodded eagerly down at him, bumping her nose against his and licking at his muzzle again.

"Any particular reason for this...?"

The male's questioning continued, and as Willow shook her head he realised that she was sticking to her character. A character which for all purposes seemed to be a very bouncy, energetic and perhaps overly affectionate dog of some description.

"But I'm assuming you do have a particular idea in mind, right? Something your adorable doggy self wants to do before I get my human girlfriend back?"

Again Willow nodded. She licked her lips, and her eyes twinkled mischievously. Her hips dipped slightly, and with a happy murmur she ground herself against Kemper's crotch. All the while her gaze remained fixed on his, that same eager expression assuring the male that there was nothing innocent or accidental in the slightest about her stimulating motions. She growled at him, urgent, passionate and demanding. Tenderly, Kemper growled right back at her.

"Oh... oh, is that it? Doggy's in heat, is she?"

Willow's cheeks flushed slightly. For a moment she looked at Kemper with a more sincere, human gaze. A look which said that yes, all joking aside, she really did feel the need for some serious affection. Then she remembered the role she was meant to be playing, and while the blush upon her face deepened further still she began to bounce and grind upon her lover once more, yipping and whimpering in as canine a manner as she could emulate.

It didn't take long, knowing how Willow was feeling and with the stimulation of her almost bare body rubbing up against his trousers, for Kemper's own body to begin reacting. He heard his lover's playful barks and more genuine moans of excitement intensify as she felt his crotch swelling, his cock stiffening under her touch. He could feel her grinding down against him more and more firmly, as though hoping that if she applied enough stimulation his cock might simply tear through the fabric of his work-clothes and her panties, and unite them in ecstasy without a moment's hesitation. Indeed before long it had reached the point where Willow was beginning to act rather frantic in her desire. Grunting and gasping with true feral urgency, clearly managing to achieve at least some degree of intense stimulation from her panty-clad pussy rubbing at his trapped but throbbing cock.

It was then, with Willow astride him but rapidly losing control of her own senses, that Kemper took over. He jerked his body sharply to the left, swinging his legs up around Willow's trembling form and locking his ankles round her back. Together they rolled, him laughing, her shrieking with surprise, until all of a sudden the feline male had Willow pinned in a complete reversal of their fortunes. She stared up at him in excitement and expectation, gasping and shivering with glee at the look in her lover's eyes. Afire with his love for her, and his lust for her beautiful body.

"My sweet doggy..."

Kemper purred down at Willow with amorous affection.

"...the prettiest pooch in the neighbourhood..."

Willow squirmed bashfully, giggling and murmuring in glee as Kemper kissed and nipped at her neck.

"...let master scratch that itch for you."

Eagerly, Willow nodded. She moaned with desperate relief as one of Kemper's hands plunged between their bodies, reaching down between her legs and slipping under the fabric of her panties. His furred fingers dipped lower and lower, gently stroking at the delicate, obviously recently shaven flesh of her pubic mound. A fraction of a second before he reached the curve which led directly between the female's legs, however, he paused. His hand remained still as Willow whimpered, arching her back and staring up at him with pleading concern.

"Although..."

Willow's eyes bulged, and she let loose an only partially exaggerated yelp of frustration.

"...giving a doggy scritches in her favourite spot seems awfully like a treat. And I don't know if I should reinforce this kind of behaviour. Knocking your master down just as he gets home from work. Demanding attention. Is that really the action of a good dog?"

To Willow's horror, Kemper pulled himself away from her body. He rose up onto his knees, then scrambled back up to his feet. She, in turn, rose up onto all fours; bumping at his legs with her head and whining pleadingly, her hips wiggling in as suggestive a manner as she could from her current position.

"Don't worry, Willow... master isn't gonna be mean. He'll give you your scritches, he just needs to set some ground rules for your obedience, first."

With his lover following close at his heel, Kemper moved from the hallway into his and Willow's bedroom. He held the door open for his currently four legged companion as she scooted in behind him, and closed it firmly. From there, as Willow scrambled up onto the bed and flopped over in as simultaneously cute and tempting a manner as she could manage, the feline padded across to their bedroom closet. Pulling it open, he bent forward and began to root around amongst the bags and boxes resting upon its wooden base. In search of one particular item. One specific piece of equipment which would perfectly set the mood for their continued play.

Kemper frowned. It wasn't there. Nowhere to be found at the base of the closet. Not alongside the rest of their toys and accessories for more intimate fun, nor having become dislodged and located elsewhere close by. He drew back from the closet, turning his head and addressing Willow curiously.

"Have you seen the..."

His voice trailed off almost immediately, and a wry smile crossed the feline male's face. Still lying upon the bed, Willow looked back at him. A broad grin was spread across her own glowing cheeks, and clutched between her teeth was the very item which Kemper had been looking for. A smart red leather collar, to which was attached a short, fixed length fabric leash.

"Well look at that. You found it for me... almost as though you planned it all along."

Moving to the side of the bed, Kemper sat down and reached out to tousle Willow's flowing red hair with one paw. She growled playfully through her gritted teeth, but tried to look as innocent as possible. Her lover leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, before gently coaxing the collar out of her mouth and into his hands.

"Thank you. Good dog."

Smiling down at his lover as she wiggled her hips in excitement, as close as her human form was able to replicating the wagging of a tail, Kemper unfastened the buckle on the leather collar and held it out for Willow to see. She yipped happily, darting forward and offering out her neck. In a flash the collar was fastened around her bare skin, and with Kemper winding the end of the leash around one of his wrists, he was placed firmly in control.

"There we go. Isn't that better? No more naughtiness from my beautiful pet."

Willow giggled. Expectantly she rolled over onto her back, splaying out her arms and legs in as canine a fashion as possible and bucking her hips up into the air. As though presenting her belly to her master to be rubbed, or perhaps a target somewhere slightly lower than her smooth, pale skinned stomach.

"Well, okay..."

Kemper smirked as he realised the silliness of what he'd just said, given what they both knew was about to come.

"...maybe not no more naughtiness."

His free hand descended towards Willow's crotch once again. This time however it didn't simply slip within her underwear, but began to tug at the waistline of her panties, pulling them down the smooth length of her lithe, strong legs. His eyes drank in the sight of her crotch, bare, hairless and beautifully exposed as Willow whined in relief, clearly as eager to be free of her underwear as Kemper was to free her from it. The playful human's panties swiftly departed her legs and flew to the bedroom floor, and at long last Willow was able to watch as her lover's hand cupped the bare nakedness of her hungry pussy.

"There we go... scritches for my favourite doggy."

Kemper murmured in playful excitement as he teased Willow's pussy, his middle finger tenderly rubbing circles around her clit as two further digits toyed with and spread the already swollen, moistened lips of her pussy.

"Good dog. You like that, don't you?"

Watching Willow blush and squirm, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip to stifle what might otherwise have been a rather obvious moan of pleasure, Kemper's fingers began to focus their stimulation. Teasing at his lover's clit continually, but transferring his attention from the outermost reaches of her pussy to the warmer, wetter interior. At first just tracing loving lines up and down between her lips, before actively beginning to apply pressure and slip two of his fingers into Willow's welcoming inner embrace.

For a short while Willow fought with all her strength to maintain her canine persona. Whimpering and gasping in pleasure as Kemper began to finger her, gently at first but soon picking up both speed and force. She kicked out with her legs and arms, yipping with each wave of pleasure to surge through her and letting her tongue loll out with glee as the focused stimulation to her depths and clit made her eyes heavy-lidded in bliss. There were moments, however, when she couldn't help but forget the act in which she was supposed to be engaged. Times when the pleasure began to overwhelm her, when Kemper put on a sudden burst of speed or hit a particular sweet spot inside her, that she couldn't remain simply his eager, horny dog.

"Y-yessssss..."

She caught herself slurring in ecstasy as her lover's fingers grazed her g-spot, a flood of her juices erupting out around his digits in a volatile spray of excitement. To her horror, Kemper's fingers froze instantly, ceasing all motion inside her. He glanced down into her wide eyed, anguished face, and tugged gently at her leash in a cautious reminder.

"Now now, Willow... doggies don't talk, do they? And if there's no horny, heat stricken wuff around here, who am I supposed to give the best scritches to?"

Squirming, bucking her hips and clutching at Kemper's paw with her thighs, Willow let loose a desperately needy whine. Her lover grinned.

"That's more like it, good dog!"

As quickly as they had ceased, Kemper's fingers began to fly once more. Willow arched her back, howling in blissful euphoria as almost immediately her boyfriend's digits returned to her g-spot. Not just grazing it now, but slamming roughly into that sensitive patch of flesh over and over and over again. At any moment, the human woman was terrified that she was going to cry out again, pleading with her partner for more. The intense shocks of stimulation were so unbearably good, the idea of that pleasure being denied to her before she achieved satisfaction, before the fury of orgasm ripped through her was an unthinkable nightmare.

She clamped her mouth shut, desperate not to cry out. Desperate not to scream. Begging her conscious and subconscious mind alike to grant her the willpower to resist, and to deny any vocalisations that were even the slightest bit human. Muffled grunts and gasps were all that escaped her, eyes bulging and the human's whole body trembling with the effort it took to maintain that brief and barely successful attempt at silence. For twenty, perhaps thirty seconds of pure pleasure she endured without a scream. Without a moan. Without a single human cry to express her euphoria.

And then...

Kemper's fingers plunged into Willow once more, his soft pads dragging themselves firmly over the length of her g-spot at the exact same moment as the human's hips jerked upward. A frenzied, anguished yelp of pleasure tore free from Willow's lips, the most primal, canine sound she had uttered thus far, as she bucked herself right up into the trembling point of Kemper's thumb. Driving that additional digit hard into her swollen clitoris as the overwhelming assault on her g-spot continued. The human's eyes rolled back in their sockets. Her body kicked, thrashed and squirmed violently upon the bed. Her head strained wildly from side to side, tugging at the leash around her neck, and she wailed in carnal, animalistic euphoria as without even the slightest warning or preparation Willow was thrown headlong into the gaping pit of her orgasm.

Howling, screeching, whining and huffing in blissful glee, Willow lost all control. She didn't cry out, didn't speak in any way that would have given Kemper cause to halt his actions, quite simply because her mind was driven beyond any manner of humanity by the force of her climax. All she knew was pleasure. The rush of the sensations surging through her. The hot, explosive wetness of her juices squirting out around her lover's furred fingers. The impassioned force of every muscle in her body contracting and stretching all at once, every pleasurable nerve ending blazing with glorious stimulation.

She came long and hard, and as she felt her muscles relaxing at last, Willow knew she should have been satisfied. She should have been spent, and more than contented by her master's treat.

But, in all honesty, she wasn't. Not yet.

Scrambling up from where she lay, panting and still dripping rather liberally as Kemper withdrew his fingers with a satisfied smile, Willow rolled over onto her belly. She pulled herself onto all fours, and glanced over her shoulder to her lover, still holding onto the far end of her leash. Gently she jerked her head to one side, tugging on Kemper's arm, and with a playful, only slightly weary yip of continued excitement, wiggled her hips at the feline male.

Kemper stared at his lover, watching in disbelief as she quite clearly propositioned him. He wasn't upset by this fact in the slightest, his own body still fully clothed after all, and the tent in his crisp black work trousers having acquired a rather vibrant sheen at its peak where his pre had begun to soak through the various layers of fabric. But to see Willow so eager, so feverishly excited to go a second time in succession after what had looked like such a potent orgasm, he couldn't deny his surprise. Sure, she could get just as horny as him. This was far from the first time she'd jumped his bones first thing after one of them had stepped through the front door, after all. To have her not only request more from him though, but also to remain in her canine character while doing so, was taking her dedication and enjoyment of this little role-play to a whole new level.

Blushing, setting Willow's leash down upon the bed and pulling himself momentarily to his feet so that he could begin to at long last discard his clothing, Kemper addressed his lover with awe.

"Y-you really are a good doggy, aren't you?"

Willow's tongue lolled out once more, and again she wiggled her hips at Kemper, a little more demandingly this time. He grinned, tossing his shirt aside and pulling his now naked body back up onto the bed.

"And y'know what I think? Good doggies don't just get scritches. Good doggies; smart, sexy, horny doggies like you, get puppies."

A shudder ran through Willow's body as she felt her lover pick up the leash once more. It didn't matter that she was otherwise entirely free, and that at any moment she could easily have reached up to her own neck and set herself loose. So long as Kemper held that leash, and the collar was wrapped around her neck, she was his. His needy, lustful doggy. And so long as he held that leash, he was her master. Her kind, sweet, loving master... eager to satisfy her every need.

Willow yelped in pleasure as she felt Kemper tug the leash tighter, keeping it taut between them as he shuffled forward, his now free, quivering erection pushing against the smooth cheeks of her rump. The feline's shaft twitched hungrily, and both he and Willow let loose deep growls of excitement as Kemper began to shuffle and shift his position, preparing himself to slide into Willow at the earliest possible opportunity. With one hand still on her leash and one resting against the right side of her hips, Kemper had no way of guiding himself to his target but trial and error. Thus, just like a real dog, Willow found herself uncertain of when the fateful moment was going to occur. Every thrust. Every touch. Every motion of her lover's hips made her want to howl in excitement and frustration.

Until at last, with a stunned grunt of shock and delight, Kemper's latest thrust found its mark. He felt his cock suddenly engulfed by hot, tight wetness, and heard Willow howling in enraptured delight before him.

"G-God, Willow..."

The female's cheeks flushed as she heard Kemper gasp in amazement. Even though he said nothing more, his words devolving into a breathless moan of pleasure, she knew what her lover was implying. All kidding aside, all jokes about good dogs and heat aside... Willow was on fire. All afternoon, she had been feeling the itch. The need for Kemper and his affectionate, passionate talents to come to her aid. All afternoon she had been counting down the minutes. Waiting. Planning. Fantasising about the fastest way to get him into bed, and get his cock buried deep inside her.

Her body burned, it ached for him. And now that he was inside her at long last, Willow could feel herself turning to molten ecstasy around him with every passing second.

With an urgent, almost feral whimper of his very own, Kemper began to plunge himself into Willow's pussy. To fuck her. To breed the heat stricken creature trembling and yelping before him. His furred thighs slapped against her buttocks. The slick slurping of his cock pulling out and diving back into her soaked, drooling depths rang out almost as loudly as their combined cries. A frantic cry of euphoria escaped the male's muzzle, and he flung himself forward. Releasing Willow's leash, abandoning all pretence of controlling and dominating her as a master; an owner. He threw his arms around her, clutching and squeezing at her heaving breasts through the malleable fabric of her sports bra, and began to hump wildly. To fuck her like a beast himself, savage and wild.

Their desperate, longing grunts and shrieks rang out around the bedroom, and together the lovers gleefully surrendered all decency, all composure and all humanity they possessed.

Untamed.

Unrestrained.

Unleashed.

By Jeeves