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It started with kissing. The two of them had been laying on the hotel bed, talking in soft tones, and finally the admission came.

"So why don't you?"

The panther blinked. The skunk's smile didn't stay the same, but she tilted her head down just so, and the panther got the message. He scooted closer and finally, after years of online trysts and a flight and the wonder of being in the same space as one another, physically, for the first time in a long time, their lips finally met. Throwing caution to the winds, the panther pushed his tongue into the skunk's mouth, only to find her welcome it with an appreciative sound and her hand tugging him closer, to press their bodies together.

What the panther lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. Or so he hoped. He didn't know what he was doing, but guessed that she might guide him, and she did, pulling his hand to her ass. He squeezed, claws popping out in his excitement as their tongues slid against one another, and her lips surrounded his lower lip before they came apart with a small smack. They separated to pant at one another, and the panther took that time to relax his claws but pull her to him, ass forward, so that their bodies ground against one another. He was hard, surprised he was hard, and he was about to say something when she kissed him and the thoughts melted from his head.

There was an intellectual knowledge of how kissing would be erotic, about what he was supposed to do, but that paled in the experience of doing it. How the skunk biting at his lips made him growl in surprise, but also surge in his pants. He kissed back at her, hungrily, biting at her lips and sucking on them as he felt her body grow warmer, felt her push into his hand and also his crotch, and he hooked his legs around hers to draw her closer while he again pressed those claws into her ass again, and she made a sound. The panther pulled back, starting to apologize, but found he couldn't remove his hand from her ass. Because she held it there.

"You're gonna rip my jeans, and I'll need those," she said, still smiling. "But don't you move your hand unless you're gonna find a way to grope me and not rip my jeans."

"Oh. Okay." The hesitance didn't totally leave him, but he licked at her chin, then took her lower lip between his as he stroked over her posterior, hand sliding up to her lower back before... dipping down below those newly perforated jeans, touching her fur and the true warmth of her body. They were kissing again, and his hand moved from her rump to push under her shirt, dragging little lines across her back until he bumped against her bra.

If he had the presence of mind to, he'd be amazed that he was doing this at all. It was something he'd about given up on ever doing to anyone, something he thought just wasn't in the cards in his life. Fortunately, his mind chose instead to suffocate those mordant thoughts with marveling at the feel of her body, the grain of her fur, the sheer reality of someone else so close, so ardently pressed against him. Another part of him was fully occupied with the sensation of kissing, its own revelation, her tongue sliding against his, her teeth grabbing at his upper lip as he did the same to her lower. Still another reveled in feeling over her back, her side, the inherent naughtiness and excitement at burrowing under the clothes of not just someone else, but her. There was also an odd fragrance in the air that he couldn't place, sweet and beguiling, and it only drove his desire higher as he juggled everything he was trying to concentrate on all at once, the kissing faltering in the face of his inexperience. He wanted her, he wanted her kisses, he wanted to feel her against him, her movements to try and grind against his leg... he wanted, above all.

It was when the skunk slipped her hand between them both, cupping his crotch that he broke the kiss with a gasp and a groan. His shaft pulsed in her grasp, and he looked at her wildly while she grinned right back at him, a tooth tucked over her lower lip. "Yeah?" she asked, rubbing over pants that seemed far too tight.

"F-fuck, yes," he managed, and she advanced on him, started kissing his neck, biting on him while she grasped the size of him, grinding the heel of her palm against his cock and he wished, dearly, that he could articulate what he wanted her to do, even as he guessed how obvious it was. How was it that biting on his neck could be simultaneously paralyzing and filling him with energy and need to move, to the point where he felt like he was vibrating from the intensity? Another groan spilled out of him as she sucked on his neck, dragging her teeth through his fur as he held onto her.

He had to do something. He didn't want it to stop, but he had to do something, because this current situation was untenable. So the panther moved, pushing her shoulder to the bed and rolling on top of her. They spent a moment staring at each other – her with eyes widened, him panting down at her with an intensity he couldn't describe – before he bent and kissed her again, this time pawing at her clothes. She wiggled deliciously, but pushed him back, and he had an extreme bout of annoyance until he saw her shirt block her face as it came off her body, leaving her in her bra. Understanding broke through then, especially when her hands slipped up his shirt, and he tugged off the button up he'd worn open before tossing off his own shirt.

He was straddling her, the panther realized. She had shifted, and he felt her tail brush his feet before she sat up, arms going behind her back. But as eager as her shirt came off, the unbuttoning of her bra held more hesitance for her... or was it? He glanced up and saw her grinning, but also blushing, and as the clasp came loose the skunk nudged the straps off her shoulders but held the cups to her chest. She squeezed her arms together, pushing those breasts up before abruptly tossing the bra to the side and letting her breasts free, exposed to him.

"Shit," he said, blinking. He'd seen pictures of them before, of course... in sexy clothes, and bared as they were now, but seeing them without a computer screen and hundreds of miles separating them... Even so, he might have frozen up had the skunk not grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her chest, squeezing. Touching them was... was...

Well, it was something he would have to do again. He brought his other hand to the other breast, squeezing down, then brushing his thumbs over those pink peaks. They were pierced; again something he knew but now could touch, and see her squirm and pant as he did so, even when he started rubbing both between thumb and forefinger. And if he could touch them...

It was weird, but cool, finding out a meme had some truth to it. Pierced titties did taste like house keys, and as he slipped his tongue over that peak, curling slightly around the barbell piercing and the flesh it went through, he couldn't feel more at home. She was breathing deeper now, and when he bit on her nipple she moaned aloud, head pushing into the bed as her hands ran up his arms. Popping off one breast, he moved to the other, loving the way she gripped to him when he did something particularly right, feeding off her passionate moans, and the soft words that dripped from her as he drove her higher. That sweet scent had reasserted itself, and it seemed to lead him down her body. He needed to know more, even though he was having a lot of fun sucking on her breasts and having her squirm and move under him while he learned her body.

Abruptly, it occurred to the panther that he was doing this to her, making her move like this, just by sucking and biting and rolling that nipple between his teeth. Torn between keeping her going and discovering more aspects of her, he reluctantly chose the latter, running his nose through her stomach, kissing his way downward. Yeah, her stomach wasn't perfectly flat; he had a good idea of how much she weighed when he picked her up when the met at the airport. But the skunk wasn't some porn star. This was real life. And real life was so much better as he could feel her flinch and giggle and moan as he made his way south with his licks and nips and kisses. Also, what the fuck was that smell and why did it smell so good?

Wait, was it coming from her? It had to be, since it had gotten stronger as he moved down so he could only surmise that... The panther paused, hovering over her belt. She had her hands on his head, and when he glanced up, he saw a bit of matching nervousness in her. But she nodded, and his hands reverently undid her belt, unbuttoned her jeans, drew the fly down. The fragrance got even stronger, sweet and musky and drawing him onward, but he had to stop to move to the end of the bed so he was kneeling on the floor, and he dragged her legs toward him (while she squeaked) before pulling off those jeans, pausing only long enough for the skunk to lift her butt to get the tail clasp.

Looking back up at her face, she was... she was flushed. But also smiling, and as she bit her lower lip and rubbed a finger between her legs, she was undeniably wet. "Shit," he said, exhaling with a huff at the same time.

"What? Is everything okay?"

"Oh! Oh yeah, just, um..." the panther glanced up, found something endearingly cute about how vulnerable the skunk looked right now, with her concern. He pressed on quickly. "I... I've heard it said about how, uh, girls get wet and all and... well. Proof positive right there."

"You didn't think they did?" The skunk laughed, but kindly.

"I mean... I did, I did! I just... there's hearing about it, and seeing it. You know?"

That grin was back on her face, but she shifted slightly, tail tip flicking up in what had to be a beckoning motion. "Yeah, yeah. But is that all you're gonna do? Look?"

The panther flushed again, shaking his head and chuckling a little. "Mm. No," he said, as he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around her legs to spread her wider. The skunk's hand was under her panties, and then she moved that same hand to poke his nose. As a brilliant burst of that same perfume bloomed in his senses, it cemented in place that it was her scent, and he lost focus. It was so simple a thing to do, and yet it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to him. So far.

For some reason, he thought that 'so far' was the appropriate phrase.

As she took her finger away, he followed it. Not all the way back to her, but enough to put his head between her legs. It was... intimidating to be here, and yet enticing. He didn't want to be anywhere else. He leaned in, licked across that line of wetness in her panties, got the taste of cotton and a hit of her. Closing his eyes, he pressed his nose to the cloth barrier, rubbing it up and down, inhaling while spreading the scent of her and luxuriating in that bouquet. He immediately felt drunk, realizing there was wet on his nose and licking it off before pressing his nose in again, shivering.

"Mm... having fun?" she asked, the skunk drawing him from his reverie.

He was immediately embarrassed. But he also looked right into her eyes as he placed his hands on her panties, starting to tug them down. "I'm keeping these," he told her, drawing them over his head and tossing them behind him. "But later," he continued, viewing the prize before him.

"Like the—ah!" She barely got a chance to tease him before his tongue was out and swiping up her folds. If scent was one thing, taste was something entirely separate. But also the same. Because she tasted... oh god. The panther rolled that taste in his muzzle, noting briefly that she'd fallen silent, watching him, before he leaned in and inhaled. He wanted more. Had to have it. Her legs went over his shoulders as he spread those folds apart, seeing her glistening before him, and he went in to lick at her.

It wasn't that the taste was indescribable, but it felt like it. With his tongue crossing this intimate flesh, he could feel her twitch and hear her moan as he explored her, and the scent... oh god the scent. He wanted to spend forever here, questing his tongue deeper into her, savoring every little drop of her arousal as it cascaded from her. His nose brushed against her pubic fur, tongue catching a little of that and the fragrance trapped there.

If truth was told he forgot himself for a little bit. But hearing her breath catch brought him back, along with her trembling form as he looked where he was licking. Oh right. The clitoris. Being tangentially acquainted with this little nub in theory, and here was the practice. So he kissed it, kissed it again, brought his tongue into play like they were kissing earlier, sucking on it and letting his teeth brush against it. Hearing her moan.. oh that was powerful for him, a kind of horny power that he wasn't sure what to do with except keep going. And yet, it was also strange and weird to feel something dribble off his chin and have a pretty good idea of what it was, and the idle distraction of that coupled with the increasingly erotic moans she was giving him.

But his jaw was getting sore. And he needed to breathe. But was surprised when she grabbed his head, though she didn't quite stop him from pulling all the way back. The skunk was flushed, panting, looking at him with a strange, frightening, enthralling look. "Please," she said, but he understood.

When he dived back in, the panther's claws dug into her thighs, keeping her spread as she threatened to close them on his head forcefully. Now that he was paying attention, he could hear her quaking, her heavier breaths, the muttered curses. The hand on his head became a messy direction, and she would urge him one way or the next, his tongue flailing until he caught something that made her shake, and he did it again and again and forget his sore jaw because he had pleasure to give, dammit.

And then she came.

He was concentrating a little much on curling his tongue on her clit when he felt the thighs clamp around his head. Maybe if he had better presence of mind to know what was going on, he wouldn't have been as annoyed. So he grabbed her thighs and spread her again, holding them down on the bed as her grip tightened on his head, and the scent was everywhere and thick and...

She pushed him away. "Okay, enough! Fuck..." The rejection confused and hurt him until the signs he'd been ignoring caught up, and his ears splayed in mild embarrassment. The skunk lay there, panting, and he crawled up the bed to lay alongside her, watching her chest rise and fall as she regained her breath. An eye cracked open, and a smile spread on her face as she shifted to lay on her side to stare at him.

"What?"

"It's just... kinda funny."

"What is?"

"That you're really that eager to eat me out. That's... what, your first time doing that, right?"

"I mean... yeah. Aside of online."

"Mmm... definitely one of the more enthusiastic people I've had down there."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You even got, uh..." Whatever she had been about to say as she licked up his chin, catching some of the dampness on his whiskers, and then kissed him, sharing her taste in his mouth. The kissing this time was slower, though the heat between them remained, especially when she snuck a hand between them and cupped his crotch, squeezing his cock until he was fully hard again.

She pulled from the kiss. "Condom."

That word sent a thrill down his spine. "Yeah," he agreed, and rolled from the bed.

The panther went to his backpack, digging into it. There'd been lots of outright discussion about the possibility of having sex, how she'd been confident that they would, and he would hedge against her suddenly discovering that she'd rather gargle battery acid. But her confidence had infected him enough that he had bought condoms, and had asked her which kind she preferred. "It doesn't matter," she had told him, when he was debating between two varieties. So he bought both, which felt extravagant when he wasn't sure he'd have sex once, never mind enough times to go through two boxes of condoms. But maybe some variety was better. Or something.

He'd also bought both boxes with him, and grabbed one before opening it, as it was still sealed from the day he bought it. Abruptly, he remembered that he'd probably need to be more naked to use it, and glanced over at her. With one hand she beckoned, the other hand rubbing over her flushed folds. Still naked. Still wanting him. He dropped his pants, and with some hesitance his boxers before he opened up the condom and went back to the bedside.

It took a bit of fiddling, but the panther rolled the bit of polyurethane or whatever condoms were made out of over his dick, and it felt a little tight somehow. He was pretty sure that he put it on correctly, though, as he climbed back onto the bed, looking her over again and how crazy this was, and how lucky he felt, and wanting to believe this was somehow some kind of really lucid dream when the skunk reached over and... was pulling at his shirt. Was puling his shirt off, and his ears went back as she tugged it off him, tossing that to the side.

Was it right that he evidently felt more self-conscious about his belly than she did about hers? Was it fair? He didn't know for sure, but something felt wrong about why he was feeling what he was feeling. He didn't get a chance to articulate it at all, because she had reached over, grabbed him by his flagging dick, and pulled him between her legs. "Only fair," she muttered as she gently pulled him over her, "that you're as naked as I am." She kissed him, a little more gentle this time but still insistent, her tongue sliding against his as he was successfully distracted from that self-consciousness, and if he should be feeling that way, while she stroked him. Breaking the kiss, she looked into his eyes. "Now come fuck me," she said softly.

There was a moment where he was still clinging to his virginity, briefly paralyzed by that command. The moment passed, and he held himself, heart thumping louder as he set himself against her sex. He slid his cock against those still slippery lips, then aimed in earnest, and found himself being surrounded by an amazing warmth, his entire body shuddering at this new experience. The sounds he made... the panther knew he was capable of making them, but the fact that he made them—the fact that such sounds were things real people did—surprised him. He pushed all the way in, setting his hands on both sides of her as she hooked her hands around his neck, drawing him in until his crotch met hers. "Holy fuck..."

"You good?" she asked, smirking at him.

"Y-yeah, just... oh my god."

"C'mon. Don't stop now."

Oh right. Fucking requires movement. Yet, he didn't wanna leave... but it wasn't like he was being asked to. Drawing back, he shivered at the seeming extreme temperature difference between outside and in. So he pushed back in, feeling that warmth envelope him once more. "Yeah?" she asked, while he continued to move in and out, exploring the disparate sensations.

"Mmhm...!" the panther managed, huffing through his nose. Though his first problem quickly arose, that he was starting to feel... kinda tired? Somehow? He had lifted her legs, but then readjusted himself to place his hands down on the bed beside her, framing her chest. But then he had to move. And then he couldn't... quite get the thrust he wanted to? Something was wrong and off, and she noticed, looking up at him quizzically.

"Sorry, just, um." Shit, now what? He could feel himself flagging as his mind started to focus on way too many things that were Not Sex, and his ears went back as all the self-consciousness dove back in at once. "S-sorry, just..." So she kissed him.

It was a soft kiss, but the skunk had tugged him by his cheeks forward as she lay back, and the kiss started soft, gentle, and grew in intensity and ferocity while she successfully distracted him from his thoughts. Then, she was hugging around his shoulders, her tongue pushing into his mouth, and whatever self recriminations were bouncing around the panther's skull were slowly being pushed to the side. He was here, he was laying over her, and... and, well, her breasts were pushing into his chest.

It was only with a break in the kissing that he found himself hard again, and throbbingly so. "Better?" the skunk asked, grinning up at him.

"Uh, y-yeah. But um. I need to, uh... get better footing."

"Mm... why don't we set up at the edge of the bed?"

Nodding, the panther moved, setting his feet on the edge while the skunk quickly pushed herself over, loosely hugging her legs around him. He had a moment to be confused by the leg configuration before she tugged him forward, slipping his cock against her pussy once again while she grinned up at him.

"Still want you inside me," she said, shooting him such a scintillating look it made him throb again.

"I can... I can see that!" She still seemed to want him. That... boded well. So, with feet on the ground, he took a more secure footing and pushed in again, faster this time. The warmth hadn't changed much, and it was still incredible to be within her like this. But now, moving seemed a little less taxing, especially as he was figuring out exactly how he wanted to move.

She had been muttering little words of encouragement as he sorted himself out. But nothing felt as erotically powerful as the skunk's first unplanned moan, as he hit somewhere inside her. Immediately, the panther perked, shifting his hips as he struck that point again. The moan happened once more, but it came out of her slower, lower, and he looked up to see her eyes fluttering. He did that. He did that to her. He... he could do that again, couldn't he?

Her legs tightened around him again, her desire more apparent as he picked up his pace. Practice did seem to make perfect, and with her encouragement—planned and unplanned—he kept going, kept thrusting, stopping only to catch his breath and grind himself inside her, reveling in the wondrous heat of her body. More than that, though, was the way that she gripped at him: it had started at his shoulders, but slipped to his biceps, then his forearms as her posture degraded. Here, at the edge of the bed, she didn't have any pillows to fall back on, but she did throw back her head and moan aloud while he experimented and thrust, and he was able to discern how well he seemed to be doing as her head moved back down to stare at him, and it was the most openly lustful gaze he'd ever gotten in his life.

"Shit. Fuck! Keep going, keep going keep going keep going keep going" she implored him, and by the squeeze he could feel around his cock he had an inkling as to why. Was this happening? Was this seriously happening? He'd felt something like this before, earlier tonight (holy shit this was the same night???) and she was doing it again and... oh god it felt so good!

She was squeezing him, and he pushed through, breath ragged with exertion as they pushed each other. Then the skunk's hands fell, gripping onto the bed as her back bowed, pushed up as her elbows dug into the sheets. There may have been words there, but they'd become lost in a moan as her tunnel convulsed around him. Torn between sheer surprise that this was happening (and he could feel it... and he'd caused it!), and the rising call of his own body, the panther hunched over her, dragging her down a bit as he pumped his hips a few more times, fighting her orgasm and fatigue and breathlessness and and and

Rush. Not like everything was going out of his body, but that there was a flood of feeling through him, but from where he wasn't sure. Just that a wave had broken over his body and he was being dragged out to some sea, as the panther's body slumped over the skunk's, and they lay there, panting as they recovered from that bliss. It took him a few times to actually focus on anything, as his eyes seemed to not want to do that until he could finally get a hold of them. But the panther looked at the skunk, and they laughed a little before he flopped alongside her, tugging her against him.

Her arms fell around his shoulders, and she brushed her nose on his before she initiated a kiss. It was... lazier than the impassioned ones before, but it felt no less amazing for it. And this time, he could concentrate on the feel of her tongue in his mouth, the light nibbling of her teeth on his lower lip and the resulting ache, and the feel of her lips between his own while his tongue explored her lips anew. It was... it was wonderful. It was perfect.

She decided when the kissing was over, and it was very distinctly her who decided. If it were up to him, he'd probably be kissing her a lot longer, enjoying this languid sensuality that seemed to extend that feeling between them of what they'd just shared, what they might share again. But she did stop the kiss, looking into his eyes as her arms loosely hung around her shoulders. "Hey."

A smile blossomed on his face without him knowing or caring why. "Hey yourself."

"How do you feel?"

"I... I feel fantastic?" he said, laughing a little. "What... why do you ask?"

"Mm. Just wondering how it felt to no longer be a virgin."

"Oh." Blinking a few times, the panther tried to actually wrap his mind around the concept. "I... hadn't really thought of that. I... I guess I feel the same?"

"What, no change after the mindblowing orgasm?"

His face scrunched up, and she laughed, and he laughed, and he pulled her head down to rest his forehead against hers. Gradually, the laughs faded, and they looked into each other's eyes again.

Again, the words came unbidden. "I love you."

"I love you, too," she told him. Leaning in, she whispered "So glad I could spend this time with you." They kissed again, still languid, still wonderful. "Wanna go again?" she asked when the kiss ended.

"W-what?"

"Do you want to go again?" she said again, hand moving down to his crotch again. His cock felt a little sensitive, but he was... still hard? Hard again? He'd lost track of his body in the post-orgasm bliss, and all those kisses. "I did ask you to jerk off as many times as you could in a row for a reason, you know," she told him conversationally. And now her finger was tracing along the side of his cock, which throbbed. "We got a lot of time to catch up on."

"I... but you're only here a week!"

"Mmhm. And I wanna make sure we spend that time together wisely. So, do you wanna go again?"

He had plans. There were museums locally, stuff to see, to do. But, also... It's not like he wasn't hard for a reason.

She kissed him on his nose. "You should get another condom."

"I... yeah. I guess I should."