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[center][b] Harvey Lahlis and The Heart of Blood [/b][/center]

[center]Part 2: The Hotel[/center]

[center]By XP Author[/center]

The Riverview Hotel. Ten stories of luxury rooms and lavish decorations. The exterior had one of those modern old looks, trying to blend ancient history with modern aesthetics. Pillars out front, a fountain in the lobby, leaf and vine patterns along the walls, all set into marble or granite. Not quite as garish as casinos tended to be, but still overly designed, destroying the attempt at looking simple. I hated these sorts of joints. Nothing was real, all a pretty facade those with money could hide inside. And yet I found myself inside the place not for the first time. Always for business. Now was no different.

I stood before the door, staring at the number in bronze plate. 304. I swallowed, still hesitating to knock. I stood out in this place, an overweight, middle aged, run-down man in a well worn suit. The price of one night in this place probably cost more than my clothes. The woman inside knew I was coming. I had called ahead. I had information for her about the case. I was just here to tell her about what I had found out so far. This was just business.

I thought if I told myself that enough times, I might actually believe it.

I took a deep breath and finally managed to knock on the door. There was no response, but I could hear movement inside. Then a latch being unhooked. The door opened, and there she was. Not in the red dress she had worn when we first met, but instead something far more appealing. While the silk robe, tied at her waist by a matching belt, covered more of her than the dress had, it also matched Natalie's white fur. The hem stopped just below her knees, showing off the black stockings along her shapely legs. She was still wearing a pair of heels, though now a pair of black ones to match her stockings. Some women get so used to wearing them that it becomes uncomfortable not to. Some women simply like the allure they provide. I knew it was the second for her.

She gave me a soft smile, and I might have thought she was genuinely happy to just see me. I knew better, but I let the thought stay with me anyway. "Hello, Harvey. Come on inside." She stepped aside, allowing me to walk into the hotel room. Thankfully, the room was much less garish than the outside, though no less lavish. A muted red carpet underfoot, leading into the main room, divided into two parts. The first, closer to the door, was a sitting room, complete with a pair of soft chairs and a sofa. The other half was where the bed resided. A large thing, covered in off-white sheets.

Natalie motioned to one of the seats. "Please, do sit down. Make yourself comfortable." She did the same, but not before untying the belt at her waist, letting the robe fall open. The negligee she wore hung loose. It was black and shined just slightly. Probably satin. It barely covered her ample chest, and only just hung low enough to cover her shapely hips. When she sat down, she did nothing to hide showing me the panties hidden under. Just as lacy as the ones I had stripped her of in my office. The view was only slightly blocked when she draped one long leg over the other. "You said on the phone you had some information for me."

I hastily sat myself on the sofa. "Yes. You said you wanted me to contact you when I found anything. Well, I have found Wally."

She sat up straighter. "You have?" Her posture did not convey relief, but worry. "Where is he?"

I acted like she didn't sent the hairs on the back of my neck standing. Among other parts of me. "He's still in the city. He's got himself a little apartment on the west side of the city. Cheap place. Probably a safe house kind. Using a fake name. William Gillas."

She nodded slowly. Her next words were clearly chosen carefully. "Do you know if he still has my necklace?"

I nodded slowly. "I think he does. I talked to a lot of the pawn shop owners in town. The ones that are willing to buy and sell expensive jewelry. Guy matching Wally's description did try to sell them a necklace that matching the one you described. None of them wanted to touch the thing and turned him away."

She seemed genuinely surprised by the news. "He did!?" I saw her tense up a little, unable to mask some kind of fear. "Did... the owners say why they wouldn't take it?" If I did not already know the reason, I might question why she would ask such a question.

Instead I lied to her. "No. They just said they didn't want it." Two had actually spilled the beans, confirming what I already suspected. It was The Heart of Blood. "If I had to guess, though... they deal with a lot of unsavory people in their line of work. They can tell when an item is particularly hot. Probably heard about me asking around about that exact necklace at the other shops and decided to stay hands off."

She visibly relaxed, leaning back once more. She either bought my lie, or was doing a very good job of showing she did. I watched her foot bounce slightly, her tail shifting from a nervous twitch to a calm swish beside her. "Well, at least I won't have to buy back what is already mine." I just smiled, nodding with her in agreement. "So Wally is still in town?"

I nodded once more. "Yes. It would seem so. Not likely to be leaving any time soon, either. After being turned down with something like your jewelry, he's likely going to lay low for a while. A few days, at least."

She smiled again. "Good. Then there is no need to rush... we can take our time before we go confront him."

I looked up from her legs quickly. "We?"

She just flashed her teeth at me. "Yes, we. I'm coming with you." I opened my mouth to protest, but she cut me off. "Don't even think of telling me it's too dangerous. I know Wally. He couldn't hurt me if he tried." She shifted a little, and her expression went a little dark. "I also have some choice words I'd like to tell him before reclaiming what is mine."

I simply nodded slowly. "Fair enough." It was not uncommon for a lover to have harsh words for an ex, though the situation could quickly get out of hand if I was not careful. But something told me that even if I tried to keep her away, she would simply follow me anyway. She was determined.

She slowly shifted which leg was draped over which, flashing me her panties once more in the process. "So is that everything?"

I nodded again, my gaze naturally drawn to those slender legs once more. "Yes, I'm afraid so. No juicy additions to speak of. No secret lovers or new girlfriends. He hasn't even been seen at the brothels."

Her warm smile returned. "So you came all this way just to tell me you found him? You could have just told me over the phone."

I shrugged, giving an excuse that I wouldn't buy. "I just thought you would like to hear it in person."

She clearly didn't buy it either. "Oh, Harvey. There's no need to be shy. You just wanted to see me again, didn't you?" Her voice had a teasing tone to it, seeing through my pathetic excuse in an instant.

I nodded. "I can't say that I didn't. You did leave quite an impression on me in my office. And on my desk. The scratch marks are very clear."

Natalie let out a soft giggle. "Well, you left quite an impression on me, too. After all, it was your doing that had me making those scratch marks." She stood up gracefully, turning her tail towards me and gliding away. "Perhaps you would like more?"

I stood as well, clearing my throat. "Well, the thought has crossed my mind." Several times. More than it should have.

She gave a look over her shoulder at me. "Then why not come here and join me?" She shrugged off her robe, letting it fall to the floor at her feet. I watched her crawl onto the bed, her tail swaying this way and that, drawing my eye to her shapely rear. "Consider it... my payment for you doing all that running around the city the last few days."

I couldn't help but notice she had not closed the drapes on the window beside the bed. The view looked out upon the river behind the hotel, and more of the city beyond that. I guessed she liked the thrill of someone possibly seeing her passion. "Well, it would be rude of me to turn down an offer like that."

I removed my jacket and left it draped upon one of the chairs in the seating area. Leaving it behind, I followed the waving of her tail, the swaying of her hips. My hands worked at the buttons of my shirt, opening each quickly before pulling it open and off. I dropped it on the floor, discarded with her robe. She was watching me from her position on the bed, waiting patiently on hands and knees. As I approached, I was hit by her scent. An unusual, but not unpleasant mix of sweet perfume and natural lust. I could not remember if minks were among those that went into heat, or if this was just her desires alone. I also did not care.

As I approached the bed, she turned to face me. "Let me help." She reached out the moment I was within her reach, taking hold of my pants by the waist. Nimble fingers unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my fly, opened my pants so gravity could claim them. They fell upon the floor at my feet, and were promptly kicked aside. My own arousal was plainly clear, hidden within my briefs, begging to be free. Her fingers slipped the clothing down to grant the wish. My cock sprang free, throbbing and proud, hovering so close to her face it nearly touched her nose. I could feel her hot breath against my flesh.

She looked at my hardness with a hunger in her eyes, almost feral. Her hand reached out to wrap about the length. The touch of her soft, warm firm sent a shiver through my whole body. "You seem so pent up, Harvey. Allow me to help." The touch of her lips had me groaning loud. Her mouth was so warm as it slid down the length. This was the second time I had felt it now, and it was just as good as the last time. Better, as she took her time with me now. Her tongue was surprisingly dexterous, sliding along the base, curling around the shaft, lapping at every inch it could reach.

I grabbed hold of her ears, small and round, soft in my hand. I used them to drag her head forward more, thrusting into her mouth. I felt her moan more than heard it, her whole mouth vibrating around me. I smirked, letting out a soft chuckle. She liked a little forcefulness. I pulled a little tighter, until her nose was against my crotch. Her mouth was eager to take me, my tip touching her throat. I felt it clench as she swallowed, as if trying to draw me further.

I held her like this, all of my manhood in her mouth. I watched her tail sway back and forth excitedly, her hips swaying with the movement. Perhaps she liked the forcefulness more than a little. I loosened my grip on her ears, letting her pull back. She dragged her full lips along my shaft until the tip sprang free with a wet pop. "Mmmm... you still taste so good." She gave the tip a gentle kiss, and a little lick. Her hand came up to grasp at my dangling balls. I let out a gasp, feeling her warm, soft fur upon them, fondling with a gentle touch. "I want what is in here..."

I smirked down at her. "I'm more than happy to give it to you. But you'll need to work for it." I pressed myself forward again, nudging against her lips. They parted for me willingly, letting me slide back into her amazing mouth. Her head bobbed upon me, shifting from shallow to deep every few seconds. When she was shallow, her tongue lapped along the underside or toyed with my sensitive tip. When she went deep, that tongue slid out to lap lower, just managing to touch the edge of my balls.

The more she worked, the more I moaned for her to hear. I could feel the pressure rising, but I held it back. It was not easy. She was doing everything in her power to try and drag it out of me. Her hand squeezed my sack, as if trying to force the seed from them. It was very nearly effective. Closer and closer she drew me, right to the very edge. I panted heavily, gripping the sides of her head and mustered every ounce of willpower I had to pull her away before I could hold back no longer. She panted just as heavily, looking up at me with both confusion and a longing, almost begging. "No... not this way... Not yet."

She nodded, taking several deep breaths. "Y-yes... w-we should... take our time..." She sat up more fully, trying to compose herself. My hands, still holding her head gently, tilted her to look up at me again. Her eyes went wide as my lips met hers. Then she melted against me, falling into my stolen kiss. Her hands came up to hold my face, much like I held hers. Her tongue pushed past my lips, sliding along my own, letting me really taste her for the first time. It was everything I thought it would be, and more.

I pulled back from the kiss slowly, leaving her breathless. "It is my turn to help you." She nodded slowly. It looked like she was in a fog, a haze of lust and desire. My hands trailed down to her shoulders, then lower, along her sides. Her back arched a little as my fingers slid along her satin negligee. Soon, my hands were at the base, sliding under the hem, and running back up. I felt the soft fur of her sides and her back as I lifted the clothes off. Her arms raised as I slipped it over her head, only to toss it to the side.

I looked down at her. There was nothing covering her ample breasts, nothing to block the feeling of my hands upon the soft mounds. Her moans were loud as I squeezed, leaning into my touch, pressing her nipples against my palms. I squeezed again, harder this time. I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure from her. We both wanted more, though. My touch trailed lower, fingers gently sliding down her soft belly, until they found the waist of her lacy panties. I felt her legs tremble as I started to slide the fabric down her thighs, exposing her slit to me. Those lower lips were damp and ready. There was no faking this sort of display of desire. She wanted me, and God help me, I wanted her.

I struggled a little to get her panties around her heels. When my hand moved to try and remove one, she pushed it away. "No... leave them on." I simply shrugged, tugging at the lacy fabric to finally get it out of my way. I abandoned any attempt to remove it from her other side, just letting it dangle from her ankle.

With nothing blocking the way, I got a perfect view of her slit now. Those damp lips, parted and inviting. A shiver ran through me, and my cock twitched in anticipation. I had to have her. I reached out and took hold of her hips, only to roll her over onto her belly. She let out a gasp, but was quick to move at my urging. She propped herself up on all fours, her backside presented to me, raised up and swaying, along with her tail, side to side.

I crawled onto the bed behind her, rubbing the tip of my aching shaft against those lips. She moaned for me, her hips pushing back, trying to get me inside of her. I granted her wish, planting my hands on her sides and thrusting forward. I matched her cry of pleasure with my own. Those inner walls of hers clenched tight around my length, wrapping me in warm, wet, gripping bliss. There were no more words spoken, only grunts and moans and panting. My hips slapped against hers, my cock piercing deep into her, sending shivers through her body and my own.

In my experience, I could define sex in three ways. Rape was the most abusive, forceful, not about the pleasure but about control. Making love was for those who knew one another, more about emotion. Then there was fucking, primal and lustful, all about pleasure and little more. She wanted me to fuck her. And I fucked her. Hard, pounding, and deep. My hands moved around her, grabbing her hanging breasts and squeezing them as tight as her pussy squeezed my cock. This was not about control, or emotion. We just wanted to make each other scream in ecstasy.

It did not take long for her to do just that. She cried out, her body tensing up as I rammed myself forward again and again. She clenched around me, against me, her tail wrapping about my torso to cling to me. I panted hard, my face in her hair, my breath on her ear, my moans and grunts for her to hear. Despite that I had calmed from the work her mouth had done on me, I found myself growing closer once more to the edge. I switched my pace, slower but harder thrusts, my hips smacking against her, balls swinging with every strike deep inside.

My mouth moved near to her ear, giving it a gentle bite, pulling with my teeth. She gasped at the sign of dominance, accepting it. "Do you still want me to breed you?" I asked her.

She whimpered below me, on the edge of another orgasm. "Y-yes... God, yes! I want to feel you filling me with everything you have!" She tightened again, forcing herself to keep some control. "But... not now... not yet!"

I clenched my jaw tight, gritting my teeth. "Are you sure?" I thrust deep and held it, my cock twitching, begging for just that little more. "I'm so close!"

She gasped, panting heavily. "Y-yes! I'm... I'm sure! Not yet... once this is all done. Then! Then you can breed me!"

It took everything I had to pull back, to slip out of that wonderful hole that wanted everything I was about to give. My cock slipped free, pulsing and throbbing angrily at the denial. "Then... somewhere else." I shifted to run my cock against her ass, rubbing the soaked, slick length between her cheeks. She gasped again, then let out a little yelp as my tip poked at the hole hidden there. I so wanted to empty my balls inside of her, somewhere. Desperate for it. I pushed forward, spreading her hole wider around my tip. Even just that would be enough for me in that moment.

She pulled away, denying me even that. "N-no! Not.. not inside! Not yet!" I saw her trembling, tail twitching constantly.

I groaned, but relented. I would not force it upon her, but I needed release. My cock ached from it, my balls tight and ready. I was about to reach down and stroke myself, to finish against her backside. This, too, was denied from me. She rolled over under me, leaning herself forward to wrap her fluffy bosom around my length. I let out a groan as the soft, fuzzy mounds pressed together around me. My hips thrust of their own accord, fucking between her breasts, the tip poking through again and again. "Cum for me. Cum now!"

Who was I to deny such a request? I let out a loud groan and did just that. My seed burst forth from the tip, spraying out, against her chest, splashing up her neck, to against her nose and face. She let out a loud cry of pleasure with me, her hand having dove between her legs to push herself that last little bit to her own orgasm. "Ahhh! Yes!" She trembled as she left her mouth open, another shot landing on her awaiting tongue. I could swear, just the taste of it pushed her pleasure higher. The scent, too, knowing what I knew of furs. Her face was soaked in both.

Most of my cum had landed on her breasts, hanging from or soaking into her fur. My cock twitched a few more times, emptying the last of what it had to give, drooling onto her chest. She laid back, panting as heavily as myself. She licked her lips, doing little to clean the ropes of my seed from her face. I leaned back to sit on my haunches, looking down upon her. The both of us sat like this, catching our breath, then just started to chuckle in spite of ourselves.

She reached down to touch the jizz soaked into her fur. "You made quite a mess of me, Harvey. I think I'm going to need another bath tonight."

I smiled down at her. "I could help you with that, if you like..."

She gave me a playful look, but shook her head. "No... you would only make a bigger mess, I think. Fun though that sounds..." She cleared her throat. "No, you should probably get dressed and head home to clean yourself, too."

I quirked an eyebrow at her. "So soon?" This must be how hookers felt.

She simply chuckled playfully at me. "What? You didn't think you would be spending the night here, did you?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. "No... I suppose not." I had, actually. I realized how foolish a thought that was now that I was conscious of thinking it. Instead I deflected my disappointment with a smartass joke. "Can I at least take a leak before you throw me out?"

She gave me a wry smile. "Yes, I suppose that is something I could let you do..." I thought she was just giving me a smartass response, but then she slid down the bed, getting closer to me. The next thing I knew, her lips were wrapping around my deflating cock. Her tail waved behind her slowly.

I quirked an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look. "Uh..."

She slid her mouth back. "I'm helping to clean you before you go. And you said you needed to take a leak... so go right ahead." The grin she gave me was a mischievous one before her mouth went right back to work.

I cleared my throat, unsure of just how to react to that... offer. "I... was just joking about-"

She pulled back again, her hand reaching up to press against my lower belly. "I know you were, but I'm not. Go ahead. Just relax and let it go. I want it." The balance of power had clearly shifted again, with her back in control of this situation.

I could not help but laugh, despite myself. "For a dame so elegant, you really can be quite dirty when you want to be, can't you?" She just giggled in response, her tail twitching. "Okay then..." I closed my eyes and tried to just relax myself. It was not the easiest thing to do in the moment. This was not something I had ever done before, after all. She continued lapping the remaining cum off of my cock while she waited, which was not helping me to relax all that much, but I was not about to complain, either.

I focused on relaxing just my bladder instead of all of me. Then she pressed my lower belly again, a little harder this time. My cock twitched in her mouth, and finally she got what she was after. At first a few little squirts, then a stream of piss flowed into her waiting mouth. I could not help but let out a sigh of relief as it flowed out of me. She locked her lips about my shaft and, to my shock, started to swallow. This should have disgusted me, but instead I found it oddly exciting.

I reached down to gently stroke my fingers through her hair, feeling awkward not doing anything but pissing. She quite readily and happily drank all I had to give her, filling her mouth with the hot liquid. Again and again she swallowed, almost greedily gulping down every drop. When it started to slow, she pressed against my belly again, trying to force out all there was within. When she finally pulled her head back, sliding her mouth off, she smacked her lips. A little had drooled down onto her chin, mixing into her already cum-soaked fur.

She gave me a smile. "See? Much better." She slid herself back onto the bed, lounging once more on her back. "Ah... now you can go."

I laughed again at the command. "Alright. I'll go, before either of us come up with something else to do." I slid myself off of the bed. My legs still felt a little shaky, but I managed to retrieve my discarded clothing.

She called out to me as I was half-way through pulling my pants back up. "Harvey?" I turned to look at her. She still laid on her back, legs open, panties dangling from one ankle. "I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Once this is all done... then we can finally spend the night together. As many nights as you want."

I pulled my shirt on, working to close the buttons. "Of course, Natalie." I did not bother tucking my shirt in. Not like I had to be presentable to her while my cum was still cooling on her tits. "I'll call you in the morning. We can meet at the place Wally is holed up at."

Natalie let out a soft sigh. "Then it's all done tomorrow. And you and I can be together." It was a line and I knew it. A nice line, but a line all the same. She was out of my league by miles. Part of me still held out hope she meant it.

I nodded to her, grabbed my jacket, and walked out the door. Once the door was closed, I just leaned against the wall, my eyes closed. "I am such an idiot." I noticed one of the hotel staff down the hall looking at me, giving me the same look I might to a rodent that crawled out of the trash near me. I gave him a hard look back, and the man scurried off. I sighed and turned, walking towards the stairs and my way out. "Yeah. Time to go back where I belong."

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