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First Times & Heat Rhymes

Written by Amethyst Mare (Arian Mabe) for Duncan 213

Part Two

Three months later

Halloween was Bethany's favourite day of the of the year, not simply because it was her birthday. What was better then presents mixed with the spookiest, goriest celebration of the year? Nothing, of course!

"Happy Birthday, Beth!"

"You look gorgeous, Beth!"

Pirouetting through her party, Bethany glowed from attention and praise. Held at her mother's favouite home, which was as close to a countryside mansion as one could get without belonging to the gentry, they had dressed it for the occasion. The liking for horror and wicked celebration had leaked over from the US predominantly and Beth utilised all that she she had learned upon her travels. Cobwebs draped from the rafters with spiders crafted from dyed twine, twisted into grotesque bodies and spindly legs, while ghoulish figures hung in the hallways, mouths agape in a silent scream. She had carved pumpkins with her mother until she became bored and had the servant complete the task, planting them around the grounds and lantern-lit party areas. No expense was spared: she was her mother's sweetheart and her father's special girl. The style and design was new, it was innovative and it was hers.

She faltered mid-skip across the courtyard, party in mid swing, eyes scanning the crowd that did not merely consist of her friends and family. A party was a party, after all, and everyone had been invited, with friends and more. There was only one, however, that Beth wanted to see and he was far away, across the ocean on another continent. Hans was beyond her reach.

The wolf moped over the buffet table, ears flipping back sulkily. The food was delicious, the company divine and the night was young, yet she half wished it over already. When would she see her Hans again? She picked at finger food, pushing it around the plates with a scowl.

"Darling!"

Her ears perked and her muzzle brightened into a grin. Her mother padded across the courtyard, moving so lightly upon her paws that she appeared to ghost along. Her father always said she should have been a dancer. And that Beth was the spitting image of her. Smiling, Ruth brushed back her daughter's hair, tucking a wayward strand behind her ear.

"Are you not enjoying the celebration, Bethany? A frown dose not become you."

"I am well, mother." Beth answered flatly, smile disappearing. "Do not have concern for me - I adore the party."

Ruth tilted her head to one side, contemplative. Beth could not help but notice how her mother drew male attention even with Beth standing right there. A male that she knew in passing, a tall, handsome feline with jet black fur, stood and started, whiskers twitching, until her mother flipped her hair and the trance was broken. He shook his head and looked about as if guilty that he had been caught looking and, in typical feline fashion, streaked off into the party.

All eyes should be upon me, Beth grumbled, tail twitching against her leg. She is too old for them. And she is with father already. What do they have to gain by looking? Why dose no one look at me?

Alas, Beth was too close to see the sidelong glances directed her way, though she really yearned for her sweet bat and the circle of his arms.

Ruth cleared her throat, eyes twinkling.

"Whilst I am sure you are truly enjoying yourself," she began, "perhaps there is something I may do to make things better?"

"You cannot this time, mother, nut thank you." Beth tried to smile. "It is vary kind of you, but everything will be okay. Have you seen Dorothy?"

Ruth shook her head, hair shimmering in the low light.

"No, not recently. Perhaps she is dancing? A group meandered in that direction not long ago. I am confident you could catch up with them if you are swift."

"That would be lovely, thank you. Thank you for organising the party, mother, I love it, truly."

Giving her mother a brief hug, Beth hid her sigh and turned, only to stop dead in her tracks, eyes wide.

It had to be a trick, an illusion. Someone was playing a cruel joke, it just had to be. For not ten paces away stood her Hans, that all-knowing, lazy grin that she loved so well splashed across his muzzle as if painted in by an artist's brush. Clad in smart trousers, dress shoes and a shirt with more then two creases, the bat opened his arms for her. Wonderingly, Beth took a step forward, afraid that the apparition would fade if she demonstrated too much eagerness. Her mother giggled, paws clasped to her chest.

No...Her Hans was real! He was actually there!

"Hans!"

She launched herself at him and tumbled into the bat's arms, knocking him to the ground in one fell swoop. Ruth clapped her paws together in delight and jumped in the air, girlish delight shining through despite her age.

"Surprise!" She cheered. "You could not have a birthday without your closest friend now, could you, darling?"

Too busy squeezing the life out of Hans, Beth hardly heard her. Her tail wagged furiously and she dropped a shy kiss on the bat's cheek, pushing herself of him, color in her cheeks.

"Hans, how did you come to be here?"

"Your mother invited me," he replied easily, rising and offering a paw to Beth. "We thought that it would be a nice surprise to you."

His forehead creased and he licked his lips anxiously, suddenly unable to look directly at the wolfess.

"Was it a nice surprise, Beth?" He asked, words coming too quickly with a heavier accent than normal. "We did not mean to make you think that I did not want to be here, only that it would be a surprise."

She held up her paws, tail wagging, though her grin told the tale more then words.

"It was a wonderful surprise, thank you," she addressed both her mother and Hans. "Thank you so much!"

"I will leave you two to become reacquainted," Ruth beamed. "Enjoy the party! It is your day, Beth!"

"It is my day," she repeated quietly, watching her mother disappear into the crowd. "And I shall make the most of it."

"What was that?" Hans rested his paw on her shoulder, leaning in close.

Aware of his breath upon her shoulder, ruffling the fabric of her dress, the wolfess froze. Every memory of their last night together came rushing back in vivid detail, moaned words and quivering muscles, the delight of climax. She remembered his arms holding her close as she shuddered, the way he twisted when spilling thick ropes of seed into her cunny. The tips of Beth's ears turned bright pink and she looked away, taking his paw in the hope that he would not notice her sudden loss for words.

"What do you want to do?" Beth asked, intertwining her fingers with Hans'.

The bat cocked his head and considered the question. His cuteness made her young heart skip a beat and Beth swallowed hard, striving to fight the lust rising in the pit of her stomach. He turned her on as much as ever and stoked the fires of her heart. Love? Not quite yet. A crush burning deeper? The wolfess bit her lip. Maybe, just maybe.

The bat squeezed her paw tightly.

"We could go for a walk?" He suggested. "I would quite enjoy meeting some of your friends. I have met so few of them."

"We will bump into some," Beth said, drawing up her natural confidence; what need was there to act coy? She was no shy flower. "Come. Come with me."

Tugging him by the paw, the wolf led him through the crowd with one goal in mind. As they went, she waved, paused and introduced the young bat to every friend she ran into, her pride at showing off her 'boyfriend' swelling with every encounter. She had never had a boyfriend to talk about before. Her friends had not even believed her when she told them about Hans. She smirked inwardly at the surprise on their muzzles, that grudging acceptance that, yes, she had been right. Again. Beth was always right-not only on intelligent matters.

Liquor was a delicacy for younglings and Beth's mother supplied plenty of it for the party, flitting through the throng with a watchful eye. If other accepted that Beth was always right, they understood the absolute authority Ruth held over them. A treat was there to be taken gratefully and no more then that without explicit permission. Anyone who abused would soon find themselves outside the estate on their tails wondering what on earth had happened. Beth sipped a fruity concoction, the buzz swiftly entering her head, fingers trembling from the mix of sugar and alcohol, a shock to her system. Hans' paw was warm in hers and the wolf grew bold, sly kisses on his cheek and neck whenever she thought they were suitably subtle and hidden within the crowd.

She towed him indoors and resolutely started for the stairs, her footfalls heavy. Hans tugged back and shook his head, drawing her attention.

"Beth," he chuckled. "Where are we going? What are we doing? We are all of an age where we can drink under supervision...My mother is here. So is my father. There is no problem."

She swayed, words coming with difficulty. Hans slipped an arm around her waist and drew her in close to his body, matching her steps as they wove their way up the stairs, drunken giggles making light of their inebriation. Arm in arm, they stumbled on to the landing, making a mess of the rug as they went. It did not matter: they were too happy to care. Beth nuzzled in close to her bat. It was simply right to be in his arms.

Beth had one goal in mind. Pushing open the door to her bedroom, she tackled Hans onto the bed with a girlish giggle, tongue lolling happily from her mouth. The bat gasped, breath thrust from his lungs, and wriggled beneath her, paws coming up to caress her waist, looking about with startled eyes. Realising exactly where they were, his lips formed a small 'o' of comprehension and the inside of his large ears flushed with heat. Beth wasted no time, whimpering softly as wanton lusts rose, unbuttoning Hans' blue shirt with sharking fingers.

The bat welcomed her efforts more then the first time, paws slipping beneath the hem of her dress to feet the curve of her body, her hips and rump. He knew the intricacies of her form now and drew his confidence from that, short tail wriggling beneath his backside. Pinned on his back, Hans arched up into his partner, easing her dress up over her head with all the finesse he could muster in a liquor induced state. Pulling her down to him, Hans caressed her bare body, startled to find that she was only wearing her brassiere in form of undergarments. It only made his loins ache for her, cock throbbing and swelling.

"Beth..." He breathed, nibbling her neck. "I've missed you so much."

"I have missed you too, my dear Hans."

She kissed his lips deeply, cutting off further conversation. Their tongues danced playfully between their muzzles, 'battling' for the upper paw in the situation, though neither of was dominant in their experience. Beth had a natural paw in taking the lead and rolled them over on the bed, letting Hans fumble with her bra until it fell to the floor. Whether it was unfastened or ripping off, neither of them knew, but it did not matter. It was only a piece of clothing. She tore his shirt from his shoulders and squirmed beneath the bat, thrusting her hips up as she groped his hardening cock, trousers shoved down low enough to free his shaft. They whimpered, needing one another more then their ability to undress allowed.

The door swung open a crack. Neither noticed, their panting covering the creak it made.

"Please, Hans," Beth groaned, prostration herself upon the bed, legs spread. "Please...mate me, fuck me."

He trembled at the illicit word, ears flicking back shyly: he could not imagine using the word in the presence of a lady but the dirty, wrong nature of it made him want her all the more. Not even pausing to kick off his trousers, he moved his body over hers, cock bumping into her thighs. Sticky trails of pre cum drooled in its wake and his muzzle wrinkled in concentration, struggling to push in after the drink he had consumed, senses heightened while his coordination was dulled.

"Please, Hans..." Beth would never beg in any other situation, but begging here felt like a route to getting what she wanted, what they both wanted. "Please, I need to feel you inside me so badly."

He obliged gladly, body moving over hers in sinuous time. Lips pressing together, he teased over her lips with his tongue and and dipped inside, cock seeking entry with gentle thrusts of his hips. Beth groaned into the kiss, assisting her lover by raising her hips, hind paws planted flat on the bed, taking Hans' weight upon her.

The bat sunk into her with a low hiss, eyes closed and lips parted as he savoured the moment. Would he ever get used to the sensation of sliding into his sweet wolfess? Panting softly, he shared breath with Beth, lips just barely touching, and eased in to the hilt, hips gyrating in a remembered dance. Rolling his head back, the bat groaned loudly, uncaring of the other occupants of the house, party goers and guests celebrating somewhere beneath their locked bodies. They no longer mattered: the party was no longer the highlight of the night for Beth. Only her lover and the bond they shared was of any importance now.

Who knew how much time they had together? Beth bit her lip, wrapping her legs around Hans to draw him in closer, forcing him to ram inside her, an edge of pain colouring the pleasure. She wanted him now and forever. Was this what love felt like? She twisted and grasped his arms, fingers pressing the leathery flap of his wings in to the limb. Thrusting gently, Hans rocked his hips into her, lips laying adoring kissing over quivering curve of her neck, her body leading him where his liquor bubbled mind could not.

He pushed one paw beneath her buttocks, cradling her, and nuzzled down to her breasts, back arching to complete the motion. Demonstrating impressive flexibility for a bat, he nipped and licked playfully over her nipples, teasing the sensitive nub of flesh while his wolfess trembled in his paws, wings folded about her like a protective cloak. Beth cried out as his tongue flicked over a nipple, a paw caressing the other with light massages and squeezes, lusts rising. His thrusts kept no such pace or rhythm, speeding up or slowing down depending on how much attention he focused upon her breasts, eyes clouded by drink.

Beth licked her lips and straightened her back, juices squelching out around the bat's cock.

"Sweet Hans," she breathed, heartbeat fluttering in the hollow at the base of her throat. "Please...Allow me to do one thing for you."

"Something for me?" Hans' large ears twitched, searching for sound before it was there to catch. "Whatever could you mean, Beth?"

His eyes were so wide and innocent that Beth could have melted right there and then, entranced by his inexperience. She had talked in their separation, yet it seemed that the bat was just as quiet in the realm of sexuality as he had been before. A wicked thrill rippled through her. The bat had not been with anyone but her. Not that Bethany had taken another male to bed either, of course, but it confirmed in her heart that Hans was hers and hers alone.

Pushing back on his shoulders, she eased the bat off her and sat up, whimpering as his cock was prematurely removed from her pussy: he should not have to pull away until she was good and done with him, filled with his cum. Blinking, he stood and swayed by the edge of the bed, a goofy grin upon his muzzle as he looked over the wolfess, his shaft throbbing lightly with increased blood flow. Grinning in turn, Beth dropped sensually to her knees, folding her long limbs beneath her. Her body was young yet fully developed with a pair of large, heavy breasts. In every way, she was the spitting image of her mother and it did not take a stranger more then a few moments to understand why her father had fallen so hard and so swiftly for her mother.

Looking up at her Hans, Beth rested her paws on his thighs, fingers curling around the side of his quads as her tail wagged. He swayed, the grin never leaving his muzzle.

"Do you not think I should do something for you too, Hans?" She murmured, stroking his balls with a feather light touch. "Perhaps I have learned something in your absence."

"Learned? What do you mean?"

Hans shook his head, misunderstanding the direction of the topic. It was best to show him. Brushing her lips over the head of his cock, Beth kissed it softly, parting her lips to envelop it in the warmth of her maw.

Hans groaned, short tail wriggling in the imitation of a wag. He placed his paws on her head as if unsure where he was supposed to put them, fingers tentatively winding through her hair and stroking down the length, moaning as her muzzle sank lower and lower down his shaft. His whole body shuddered as if wracked by a greater force then he and the bat bucked lightly, working his cock within Beth's throat as if he was making love to her.

"Oh, Bethany..." He groaned, muzzle twisting with the effort it took to restrain his body and corral instinct. "How do you...ah...know this? How?"

He gasped, tongue hanging out of his muzzle like that of an overheating canine. Beth's tail wagged and she peered down the length of Hans' shaft, easing her muzzle down until the tip pressed into the back of her throat, making her body jerk in an automatic convulsion. Gagging lightly, she withdrew and more carefully repeated the motion, suppressing her gag reflex the best she could in order to give her lover the most pleasure possible. He stroked her hair and moaned loudly, stimulated by the ripples of her throat, muscles moving in a way that he could never have imagined would be erotic.

She caressed his orbs with a bold paw, rolling them between her fingers and palm. It was amazing that so much cum could be contained within them! How much had he spilled into her that first night together? It had dripped out of her for two days afterwards. Having no concept of size or what was normal for a male, Beth marvelled at the shape and feel of his balls, withdrawing her lips slowly from his cock for a different taste. Licking her lips hungrily, the wolfess lowered her muzzle to his balls and played her tongue over them.

The reaction was quite extraordinary to her untrained eye. The bat lifted and lowered a hind paw, struggling to stay still as his trousers slid down his legs, tangling about his paws. His muscles twitched, the sensation unfamiliar, and Beth smirked inwardly as she lapped over both balls, paw simultaneously stroking his cock. Coupling one stimulation with another, Beth drew her bat as taut as a violin string, teasing along his responses and most sensitive spot as she came upon them. The learning experience was her forte and, although her caresses held an edge of awkardness, Beth grew in confidence with every passing minute, Hans' check heaving with huge breaths. The deepest of them did not seem to deliver enough oxygen into his lungs and his eyes grew wide, muzzle agape.

"Beth!" He groaned.

Other words escaped him and he did nothing but repeat her name as she pumped her paw along the length of his cock. Her name became the melody by which she set her rhythm, eyes half-lidded as she lost herself in the moment. The liquor made her bold and set her toes curling against the carpet, lips kissing up the underside of her lover's shaft. She languidly made her way back to the tip and traced her tongue around the sensitive glands, pussy clenching at the pitch of his moans. The bat's hips gyrated and he moaned even louder, loud enough to wake the dead on such a hallowed night.

"Beth?" He gnawed the inside of his cheek, eyes screwed shut. "I am...I am going to..."

Still formal as a second language user, Beth giggled inwardly at him, squeezing her paw lightly around his dick.

"Why do you hold back, my sweet?"

"I... Mmmph..." The bat ground and twisted, fingers curling against her scalp. "Not...so soon..."

"You will."

Beth engulfed his cock within her muzzle and bobbed her head, mimicking what she hoped was the sensation he would feel if he was fucking her pussy. Though she would not allow him to thrust, oh no: the wolfess braced herself with her paws on his thighs, holding him in place as she took complete control. It felt right, natural, even. The bat whimpered and flipped his arms, wings beating the air helplessly as he was driven towards orgasm by the lips and tongue of his wolf. Electric sensation sparked through his nerves and he struggled to remain still, wanting to pull away and thrust forward at the same time, give in to instinct that was no longer buried deep. Whatever had Beth done to him?

Hans yelped and clutched his paws to his chest as he hit his peak, hips jerking wildly as he lost control of his muscles. His legs no longer seemed to support his weight as well as they once did and he mumbled incoherently in his own language, Beth bobbing her muzzle fervently to draw out his pleasure for as long as possible. The wolfess had learned a trick or two in their time apart and narrowed her eyes in bleary concentration, swallowing quickly to take his seed down her throat. Warm and slick, it slipped down with the ecstasy of a sweet drink after being parched for hours upon hours and Beth hungrily, greedily, gulped, tail wagging.

Her lust roared and the wolfess could not afford to be patient and allow Hans to compose himself once more: she would go insane, she was sure of it. She had to have him. Springing away, the wolf danced upon light paws and covered her lover's neck in kisses, arms winding about his body to guide him ever so gently to the bed. He may satisfy her whims better there. Perching on the edge, she looked up at him, eyes wide and deceptively innocent. The bat blinked, a smile tugging at his lips, cock softening and drooping down against his thigh.

"Will you not repay the favour, oh lover of mine?"

Beth quoted a line from her favourite book, smiling wickedly as she lay back on the bed, silk sheets sensual against her bare fur. Though his chest heaved in an attempt to regain lost breath, Hans obliged, moving his body over hers and taking one pert nipple between his lips. Suckling gently, he played it back and forth with his tongue. Beth arched and cried out, gripping the sheets as if she might drift away on euphoria if she did not cling on to her little dose of reality.

All too soon, Hans crawled back from her breasts, a drunken smile gracing his lips. Nuzzling his way down her body, he left a trail of kisses, reveling in how she shivered beneath his touch. His lips found the thicker fur around her crotch and he spread her legs further apart with the palms of his paws, just enough so that he could push his muzzle between them and taste her sweet nectar. Dipping his tongue into her pussy, he moaned: her arousal was evident, impossible to hide. His tongue traced a path around her pussy lips and she bucked into his touch,straining to acquire the pleasure she so desired.

The bat flicked his tongue over her clit and locked his lips around it, squeezing two fingers into her tight pussy. He could have sworn that she was even tighter then she had been that first time, that moonlight night beneath the willow trees, and he boldly added a third finger, stretching her out. Limits tested, Beth whined and bucked, hind paws scrabbling against the bed for purchase she couldn't gain on the slippery sheets, shredding them with her claws. His tongue danced so wonderfully over her clit and pussy, fingers pumping a steady rhythm, reminding her of what was to come, his cock pounding her cunny.

Sliding his paw under her buttocks, Hans lifted her up to his muzzle, circling her clit with his tongue and learning from reactions. With every passing minute of pleasing her, his actions grew more confident and he struck the spots that made her moan and arch with increasing frequency, cock hardening. Who knew that eating out a female fur would give him such enjoyment in return? Hans liciked his lips, savouring her taste. The wolfess squirmed, only kept in place by Hans' careful paw under her buttocks, squeezing and groping the flesh with revere. A rush of lust crashed over her like a tidal wave, warm and sweet like dessert wine. He loved her body. Her bat would do anything for her, it was obvious now. He was hers and hers alone.

Teetering on the brink of orgasm, Beth grasped his hair and pulled his muzzle up, locking her gaze with his, brimming with desire.

There was only one more thing they craved.

Dragging him up on the bed, Beth pinned him to the bed by his shoulders, climbing on top of her lover. It took a few moments to line up his cock with her pussy but, when they did, they moaned in unison, Beth's tail lifting to show off her round buttocks to her lover. Instead of facing his muzzle like before, she faced his hind paws and rode his cock with a hiss of delight, giving the young bat the show of her life as her butt rose and fell. He groaned and groped the soft flesh, licking his lips as he imagined shoving his muzzle back under her tail, even taking a quick swipe of her pucker, just to try. He was open to any new experiences with his wolf. She would never lead him wrong.

Beth massaged her breasts as her hips rose and fell, the edge of orgasm making her needy. Her tail lifted as much as was physically possible for a wolf and she shuddered, knees sinking into the mattress as she adjusted her position, taking the full length of his cock every time she bore down upon him. So close...The wolfess twisted and panted, back arching wickedly.

Just a little more...

Climax sparked through her body with the force of an electrocution, startling a howl from her lips with the sheer velocity of it. Her hips bucked with a mind of their own and the wolf yelped, quivering as her juices squelched out around her lover's cock, creamy female pleasure that marked his brown fur clearly. Biting his lip, Hans halted his thrusts and watched in wonder, reaching around her waist to dip his paw between her thighs, rubbing her clit to prolong her pleasure. She murred, ears twitching, faintly glad of how Hans learned from her as much as she learned from their experiences together.

With his lover trembling in the afterglow of orgasm that they were both becoming familiar with, Hans gripped her hips and placed his paws on the bed to thrust up, muscles contracting to stabilise himself. Beth yelped as she was impaled, tail wagging and brushing over his chest, and the bat gritted his teeth. There was no need to hold back and his hips moved like a piston, ramming into the wolfess who moaned encouragingly, bearing the force of his thrusts as if she had done so all her life.

Ducking his muzzle down against his chest, Hans held his breath and ejaculated with a muffled roar that was entirely unsuited to a bat, bucking up hard into his wolf and spilling every drop of seed he had to give. He lost track of the time and place, heartbeat pounding in his ears, a growl of white noise blanking out the world about him. Yet he felt his wolf's soft fur beneath his fingers, her clenching pussy milking him for his second climax of the night. His breath came in sharp gasps that raked through his lungs, painful in the moment, though it was overridden by the pleasure rolling through his body. There was nothing else he could think of in the moment but the wolf moaning and writhing upon his hard shaft, loving his body as much as he was beginning to love her.

Slowly, he came back to himself and relaxed as Beth leaned forward, her paws upon his thighs for balance, tail still wagging. Hans smiled to himself, head clearer vision steadier. Did her tail ever stop wagging? The wolf still twitched and shuddered as the vary last vestiges of climax teased her body and he wondered for a moment how long it was possible for a female to have one continuous orgasm. Lowering his muzzle down to his chest to watch the hypnotic roll and quiver of her buttocks, he vowed to find out.

Panting heavily as she came down from orgasm, Beth arched her back, shuddering as Hans softened within her pussy, allowing their combined juices to drool out. They left a viscous mess over his crotch and on the fur of her inner thighs, though neither cared for even a second. Caught between the song of young love and the carelessness of alcohol, neither had time to consider the consequences of their actions. Beth could never understand the tingling of warmth within her, unlike anything she had ever felt or heard of before. Looking down at her bat, the wolfess smiled softly, eyes warm. They would work it out in the morning. After all, they had the rest of their lives together, did they not?

The door crashed open and a thunderous she-wolf stormed into the room, eyes ablaze and hair flying about her terrifying muzzle.

"Bethany Rochez! You have a lot of explaining to do!"