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"She's in hospice, again." Barry said, slowly hanging up the phone. The wolf rubbed his temples with one hand while the other rolled the seam of his jeans between his thumb and forefinger. "Maria said she probably wont last a week."

He felt his wife's hands on his arms, on his neck. It brought him little comfort. He was losing the woman who raised him, gave birth to him. He dropped his hand slowly from his face and smiled at the woman, though it was a forced gesture. "I'm going to..."

She nodded and the corners of her black muzzle curled upward. The white fur surrounding her eyes brought out her brilliant blues. The sympathy, the love there brought him more comfort than her touch. "Go home, Barry," she said. "Go say goodbye."

He stared into her eyes for a moment then nodded. "I'll get packed." He gently pressed his lips to her own and sighed against her kiss. As he pulled away, she offered a sympathetic smile.

"I'll call the office and let them know you wont be in tomorrow."

He nodded his thanks and turned away. His feet carried him up the stairs and into their bedroom at the end of the hall. He retrieved a small suitcase from the closet and watched himself pack a few days' change of clothes and his toiletries.

He zipped the suitcase up and walked back downstairs. Liandra was there waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. She followed him to the front door and out into the daylight that somehow looked a little less bright. His feet carried him down the front walkway to his car. He heard his wife pop the trunk with the remote on the keys. He dumped his suitcase there then walked to the driver door.

Liandra handed him the keys and touched his face. "Drive safe, Barry."

"I will," he said. "If you need anything, call Joe. He's got the weekend off anyway." Joe was his best friend, had been since mid-school. They were as close to family as two people could get without being blood.

As she nodded, he buckled himself in the driver's seat and closed the door. He took a deep, calming breath and started the ignition. He glanced at his mirrors and backed into the street. Numb as he had only ever been before when his father died, he put the car in gear and was off. It was worse this time, he decided. He and Dad hadn't been too terribly close. And now, after his mom was gone, that was it. His family growing up were gone.

He glanced in the mirror as he turned the corner and headed toward the interstate. Liadra stood at the end of the driveway, watching him go.

* * * * *

He pulled into the driveway and slowly parked the car just in front of the closed garage door. He killed the engine and pulled the key out. Dropping it into the cup holder, he unbuckled himself and opened the door with his left hand.

His hooves clopped on the concrete driveway and he hauled himself out of the car. He closed the door with a dull thump and walked to the front door. His hand lifted to the doorbell, but before it ever got there the door opened right up. He gave a start and stared inward.

In the doorway, Liadra stood in a bathrobe with a sadness in her eyes he hadn't seen in a very long time. He blinked and tilted his head to the side. He didn't know what to say. How did someone break the ice in this sort of situation anyway?

"Come in, Joe," she said and pulled the door open for him.

"Thanks, Li." He stepped into the house and offered her a small smile. "What did you need me to come over for?" he asked in as sympathetic a tone as he could. She looked pretty put off about something, but the husky opening the door in her bathrobe was something he was mostly used to.

"Barry's sister called a few hours ago," she began, folding her arms below her bust slowly. "His mother's in hospice again. They think she's not going to hang on for much longer."

Joe's face blanched and his jaw hung open slightly. "Oh." Well, that explained it. "I'm sorry to hear that. Did Barry take off to go see her?"

She nodded and bowed her head. "I don't like seeing him so hurt."

"Yeah," Joe agreed. "He and Mrs. W. were close. After high school, they were more like pals than mom and son. Mr. W., not so much." He gave a small chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. "Is there anything I can do for you, Li? Cup of tea or something?"

She nodded and pulled her arms apart slowly. With them, she pulled the sash of her robe loose about her waist, letting the light beige fabric hang open. His eyes had just dropped to the immaculate white fur of her ample breast and belly when she let the robe fall to the floor. Beneath it, she wore a lace red bra with matching garters. Her groin was exposed, sans matching panties.

"Really?" he asked with a disbelieving chuckle. "Your husband's going to say goodbye to his dying mother and you're after this?"

She nodded again, stepping close to him to press a hand down the front of his pants. Her digits expertly slipped beneath his boxers and caressed his thick sheathe and smooth orbs.

"It'll help keep me distracted," she said in a low, sultry tone. "You can keep me from thinking about it and getting sad." She smirked and lifted her free hand upward to brush her digits through his chocolate colored mane. "Besides, you aren't putting up much resistance."

"When there's an attractive bitch in lingerie holding your balls in the palm of her hand," he said, spreading his arms to either side, "what's a guy to do?"

She hummed and leaned up to press her lips to his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest, mashing her breast against his chest. His eyes closed and his tongue gently forced its way past her lips, seeking her own.

She found him part way and her tongue grappled with his own. Behind her, Joe felt her tail swaying from side to side as she pressed her curves against him. A moan rumbled in her throat and Joe echoed the sentiment. As their lips parted, she began to step backward, heading toward the stairs without looking. With every step, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it up along his toned, golden torso.

Eager to help her, Joe reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Liadra dropped it to the floor and he made short work of his belt. As they began to slowly, carefully climb the stairs, it clattered onto the steps.

Near the top of the stairs, they had to pause but only long enough for him to kick his pants off and drop them into a pile of cotton on the top step. As Joe hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his severely tented boxers, Liadra smiled at him and turned to walk down the hall away from him. Her swaying hips and fluffy tail swishing behind her with every step only made his arousal throb with need.

As he stepped out of his underwear, Joe rushed to catch up. As he rushed toward the door she had disappeared into, he was stunned by what he saw. There, sitting on the edge of the bed she shared with her husband, Liadra smiled at him, her eyes smoldering with lust and desire as she curled her finger beckoningly.

As Joe approached her, Liadra reached outward and curled her fingers around his half-flaccid length and stroked him from balls to tip. Both of her hands had barely made one lap up and back when her muzzle enveloped his tip. He moaned deeply and let his head roll back over his shoulders. Her wet tongue wrapped around him, stroking him in a spiral pattern as her head descended along his length.

Joe was always surprised when he felt his tip press into her tight, constricting throat. She swallowed rhythmically, milking his cock as her lips slid lower and lower along his dick. It wasn't the first time. She was a wonderful cock sucker. Even knowing that, he was always as amazed each time she deep throated him as he had been on prom night, the first time she'd demonstrated her mastery over her gag reflex.

He used to wonder if Barry enjoyed her trick as much as he did, but he'd chastised himself almost immediately after thinking it. He'd seen Barry. The guy had a good knot, but he was only average-length. For a wolf.

Joe lifted his hands and massaged Liadra's scalp as her nose pressed against his groin. His cock throbbed in her throat and she swallowed, constricting her throat around him tightly. A moan escaped his muzzle and he dropped his head to look down at her.

She stared right back up at him, unblinking as her tongue worked over his base, massaging him and caressing his sensitive flesh in ways only she knew how. He smiled and caressed her cheek with the palm of his hand. "I love you, Liadra," he said breathlessly.

His only response was a sultry wink as she began to slowly pull her head back up. When his flare brushed over her tongue, she paused and suckled upon his tip, drawing a thick droplet of pre- from him like a straw. She swallowed it and lowered her mouth along his dick again. Her eyes never left his as she took him into her throat and pressed her damp nose against his groin.

"You're such a good little cocksucker," he whispered, drawing his hips back. She got the idea and pulled her head backward only to suck him in again when he rocked his hips forward. Slowly, he began fucking her throat, thrusting slowly into her again and again. He turned his head to the door of the closet and the mirror that covered it. He stared at Liadra's red-clad body as he thrust his cock into her throat. Each time he did, her throat bulged outward obscenely as she swallowed his slightly flared head.

He moaned deeply as he watched his flare descent past her collar bone again and felt a large gob of pre-cum pulse through his length. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn he could watch the pulse bulge outward in her throat as it traveled the length of his cock.

She pulled her muzzle back and pushed his hips away from her face. His cock sprang free of her lips and slapped lewdly against his abs. Liadra didn't gasp for breath or pant breathlessly. She licked her lips and smiled up at him as her legs spread wide. She scooted herself back onto the bed and gave a needy moan.

Joe smiled and leaned forward so he could crawl up onto the bed. He kissed her inner thigh and pressed his damp nose against her nethers. His tongue flicked out, tasting her swollen clit and-...

"No," Liadra interrupted. She shook her head and moaned once more. "I need you in me."

Who was he to deny her? He crawled up along her body, trailing kisses along the white fur of her belly and between her lingeried breast. He pressed his muzzle against her own and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, enveloping him in her warm, soft fur.

Like he'd done it so many times before, Joe rocked his hips, prodding against her lower body with his throbbing meat until he felt her hot lips kiss his soaked tip. He gave an experimental rock against her and felt her body spread around him. She practically sucked him in!

As his tip disappeared into her, she broke their kiss and let her head fall back onto the soft pillow below. She smiled up at him and caressed his scalp beneath his main. "I'm in heat," she whispered and kissed the tip of his nose.

That certainly explained why she seemed so needy. He licked his lips then pressed his hips forward. With every inch that speared into her and stretched her body wide, her muscles spasmed and tried to pull him deeper.

As his median ring pressed past her stretched nether lips, he felt his tip seat itself snugly against her cervix. He smiled down at her and leaned down to kiss her deeply once again. Her fingers curled in his main and he felt her body relax. He knew better than to press his tongue past her lips like he wanted to as he pressed his hips forward and nudged the entrance of her womb open.

She gave only a small whimper as the opening of her deepest sanctuary gave way. The first time, she'd screamed like she'd been shot. They had certainly come a long way since high school! Even with their eight year break when he'd gone to college, her body had been as ready as ever for him when he'd come back. Of course, by then she'd married Barry.

Their lips parted with a mutual gasp as their hips pressed together. Liadra merely gave him a short nod and let her hands drop to the pillow on either side of her head. She gathered the soft cushion against her palms and chewed on her lower lip as she stared up into his eyes.

Joe nodded in understanding and kissed her nose gently one more time. He drew his hips away from her, pulling his flare from her womb and nearly completely out of her canal before he plunged back in. To say it was a slow thrust would be a lie, but it was still gentle compared to how he knew she wanted it. But he would gradually work his way up to what she was preparing herself for.

She whined every time he pushed his hips against her own, biting her lower lip as her eyes begged for more. Each thrust into her was faster than the last, each collision of his hips against hers a little harder. Soon, the sound of his equine hips slapping against her husky thighs joined her needy whining and moans.

"Fuck me, Joe!" she pled at last. "I don't want it gentle. Just fuck me!"

He hadn't exactly been aiming for gentle just then, but with an internal shrug, Joe drew his hips back and held himself still for a faction of a second, his tip held just inside her quivering lips. For a hair's breadth of a second, he saw panic rise in her eyes then he plunged forward. Their hips slapped loudly together and she squealed as he filled her so completely. Her body lurched and her breasts leapt in their red lace confines.

He didn't give her more than a moment to react. His hips had already withdrawn and slammed forward again. His hands balled into fists in the sheets on either side of her torso. He slammed his hips against her with wild, animalistic lust. He gasped and nickered between every deep moan that her body squeezed out of him.

Her body began to quake beneath him, quivering and milking his cock every sparing moment he was inside of her. She threw her head back and moaned lewdly as her back arched. She pressed her breast up against him and clutched desperately at the corners of the pillow on either side of her head.

Grinning, Joe leaned down and ran his flat teeth over the hollow of her throat. Another loud moan vibrated against his mouth as her body was wracked with another powerful orgasm and her legs tightened around his waist.

He tried to pull his hips away and thrust into her again, but he succeeded only in lifting her hips off the bed. When he let their weight fall again, she gasped beneath him and her muscles clamped around his cock buried in her belly.

"Let go, Liadra!" he urged, trying to move against her. But she wouldn't let go.

"Cum in me!" she screamed.

He wasn't quite that close, but she was showing no signs of wanting to help him get there. She just wanted him to be there already!

He grinded his hips against her quickly, thrusting into her in short, quick thrusts as best as he could. The short, quick movements rubbed his sensitive flesh from base to tip and her womb squeezed against his flare mercilessly. The sensations only grew worse as his head began to swell, mushrooming and stretching her belly outward.

Her body squeezed him tightly and she arched her body against him again. She gasped and milked his cock with muscles eager for him to spill his seed. The lace strained against the swell of her breast as she pressed herself against his firm torso. It was enough to finally drag him over the edge.

Joe threw his head back and whinnied as his soft orbs tightened against his groin. His length swelled deep inside of Liadra's tight canal, pulsing rhythmically as thick ropes of his hot cum rushed through his cock.

The flared head of his dick erupted, filling her tight womb with copious amounts of his seed. She writhed beneath him, squealing and crying out loudly as one of the most intense orgasms he had ever seen her have washed over her body. She bucked against him, squeezing his hips tightly in an effort to drag him deeper into her overfull womb.

Joe had barely begun to make sense of the colors swimming before his eyes when he realized Liadra had rolled him over somehow and was sitting astride his waist like a barrel racer. She stared down at him as her hips rocked against his own, using his dick to stir the batter he'd filled her with.

His hands rested at her thighs and he smiled up at her. She did say she was in heat. This was going to be an exhausting evening.

He must have cum in her a dozen times before they finally collapsed exhausted on the bed. The next morning, Joe awoke with his high school sweetheart still entangled about his body. He almost didn't want to get up, but he really had to pee.

He carefully nudged and scooted her limbs out from around him and wiggled at a snail's pace toward the end of the bed. By the time he had successfully set his hooves on the carpet without waking her, he had to practically run to the bathroom!

After relieving himself, he tip-hooved down to the kitchen and sought out the ingredients he needed to make waffles. Liadra liked waffles. He got the iron out and started to mix the ingredients into a delicious, thick white batter.

Cup by cup, he poured the stuff into the iron and pressed out almost a dozen waffles. The smell made his belly growl audibly each time he opened the waffle iron and flipped a new waffle out onto the plate.

Small, soft hands slid over his hips and down over his thighs. They homed in on his thick sheathe and heavy balls. Nimble digits explored the length of his sheathe while the others rolled his large orbs expertly against a warm palm.

"Good morning," Liadra whispered as Joe felt her ample breast press against his bare back.

He smirked and shook his head. "Can't we have breakfast first?"

"You are breakfast," she said as his tip emerged into the open air.

* * * * *

As the car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, Barry breathed a heavy sigh. He felt somehow at peace. He'd said goodbye to his mother before she left. He knew she watched him from Heaven now, happier and no longer in pain. He stared at the closed garage door for a moment then shut the car off and stepped out.

He shut the car door and inhaled the sweet scent of dew covered grass. His muzzle curled into a smile and he nodded slowly to himself. He was home. He strode up the walkway and fiddled with the key in the lock.

He had just managed to get the key into the hole when the door opened. His wife stood in the doorway wearing nothing but her bathrobe and a small smile. She stared at him for several moments then reached out and took his hands.

As she pulled him into the front room of their house, Barry's nostrils flared. The familiar spicy scent in the air made his sheathe thicken immediately. As he stepped away from the open front door, he refocused his eyes on the love of his life.

Just beneath her bath robe, he could barely make out the black lace of one of his favorite sets of lingerie peaking around the fuzzy fabric.

"Are you in heat?" he asked as she leaned around him and pulled the keys from the door knob.

She pushed the door closed and gave him a small smile. "I was," she admitted, "but I worked through it."