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"You still there?"

Nubia cupper her ears forward for a response from the other room, both kept perked regardless of the golden rings hanging down and jangling faintly in the left with each step. There was no way she'd be taking those out, really; above both that noise and those of her footsteps on the soft carpet, she could just barely pick up the soft rustling of clothing and fur, a little exhalation of breath, a frustrated growl-

"Unhappily. Lucky for you I've got nowhere else to be today."

Sure, he said that, but he'd had every opportunity to leave in that short span of time. It was just that silly pride of his that kept him here today as it had first time she'd dragged him back to her place, though then, he'd been a bit - inebriated. That could be his excuse for then. This time, however, he'd come entirely on his own accord. She'd just had to ask, and he had said yes.

An irresistible smile lifted the corners of Nubia's lips. If she got her way, and she knew she would, then that would be a trend followed by the rest of this visit.

Sure enough, there he sat once she'd gotten back into the bigger living room: striped hyena, a bit slim, not the tallest guy she'd spoken to, sitting atop a stool dragged out into the center of the room with his paws in his lap, tail curled lazily around his body, and feet swinging back and forth behind him. Shekh, his name was. His tall triangular ears perked once he'd caught sight of her again, his olive-green eyes belying for a moment the excitement that pulsed beneath his (feigned, of course) disinterest and annoyance. That was kind of his thing, Nubia had noticed.

At least his confidence had grown over time: as she closed the distance to him, Shekh's back straightened, his ears flicked back a little bit, his mouth tightened, and he settled his feet underneath him. As if he wouldn't like what would surely come today, though both hyenas - Shekh a striped, Nubia spotted - knew very well that we would. He enjoyed putting up a fight because - well, who knows why; she, however, liked it because there hadn't yet been an instance where she hadn't been able to win in the end.

And there wasn't going to be one, either. The coil of rope that Nubia held in one paw would ensure that for today.

"Oh. come on. You're wagging."

Another perk of sharp ears, and then with some effort, he folded his tail around himself again. He always got that look in his eyes and that faint pink tint to the insides of his ears whenever he blushed, and for Nubia at least, it wasn't hard at all to make him do that. The best tactic she'd found so far was to tell him in great detail what she planned to do to him - I'm gonna hold you down by your shoulders and fuck you nice and hard, I'm gonna push you down between my legs and have you take me through two orgasms without letting you get up, I'm gonna grind my scent into your muzzle and make you wear it for the rest of the day - and then not do it.

Almost nothing more satisfying than seeing a wannabe-dominant hyena boy squirming, and whining, and humping at the air, and blushing up a storm. So far, Nubia had only gotten him to beg for it once, and that was that one night she'd gotten him to wear a collar and then tugged on his leash. No surprise he had a thing for women who were better-endowed between the legs than himself; the second time the two of them had played together, Nubia could pick up the scent of another on him, probably from two nights before. He'd seemed suitably stretched out, at least.

The spotted hyena stretched out a length of the rope between her paws, watching Shekh's eyes first fall upon it and then follow her as she made her way around to his back. "I hope you know I'm not going to let up on you today."

"Do you ever?"

"I invited you over 'cause I wanted to try something new. I never said you're gonna get to cum."

The male hyena stiffened up (not like that) once she'd started wrapping the rope around his wrists, paws pulled behind him, but otherwise presented no resistance. Just like usual. "Wait - now hang on a second-"

Nubia could pick up the slight change in his scent as she remained leaned over working at the knot. A good amount of time last night had been spent surfing the web looking up which knot she should use for a purpose like this - there were so damn many! - and then another two hours or so practicing it. Wouldn't be the same if it just came undone halfway through. "Shouldn't be something you're unused to, right? I mean, after last time..."

'Last time' had consisted of Shekh on his back on the bed, both paws held up above his head by one of Nubia's as she continued to pound into him, again and again. Whenever she let go of his wrists, he'd stay still for a moment - and then reach down to paw himself off, which just ended up in him being returned to that same position. After around an hour of this (and also of "Are you going to beg, and say please? If you do, I'll let you cum...", which he obstinately refused - must have been feeling more rebellious than usual), though, and after two orgasms of her own, Nubia looked down to see an odd look on his face... and then felt him clench tightly around the base of her length, as he squeezed against her and shot his own load out over his belly and chest, hands-free. Hit himself in the shoulder, and the chin, the cheek...

Nubia peered around the striped hyena's shoulder to get a look at his face - which he quickly turned away from her, ears flattened and also tinted pink. "There was also that time with the German shepherd woman you told me about. You know..."

"That happened - once!" Shekh's voice hitched once Nubia finally got the knot tightened. He squirmed.

"How she tied you to a chair - see, I chose a stool for a reason - and then rode you to the edge of orgasm a few times. You said you only ended up finishing on accident." She stepped back around to the front, and then leaned in close so that he could feel her steady breaths on his muzzle, whiskers twitching with each exhalation. The height of the stool made it so that Nubia wouldn't have to lean over much at all to bring her eyes even with his - and also so that she could grind up between his legs, and feel the growing warmth in the front of his pants. "Just like last time. Isn't that right?"

A little huff of breath. Still he kept his eyes averted, despite the spotted hyena's muzzle right in front of his. "Certainly didn't feel like an accident."

"What's that?" Nubia tapped his legs and jerked her chin up. Stand up.

He did so. Often she considered teasing him and fucking him while standing, just because she loved being able to look down at him from her slightly-greater height... and knowing this striped hyena, he probably loved it too. Every time they came face-to-face like this - and she watched his muzzle to see it again - he'd always lick his lips and swallow; his ears would flatten back, only for him to try to bring them back up; and his eyes would flick down to Nubia's chest and the wide arc of her breasts and cleavage, intentionally highlighted today by her choice of dress.

A small yip from between Shekh's lips, then, when Nubia tugged his pants and underwear down to his ankles in one firm tug. His gentle musky scent tickled at her nose there, probably a little bit stronger than hers to him due to his being a striped hyena - and also due to his noticeable arousal, reddish-pink point of glistening flesh visible from the end of his sheath. The tension in his body jumped a little bit - she could tell, with her paws on his thighs - with her still kneeling down in front of him, muzzle so close to that part of him. Never before had Nubia been the one to give oral...

"Sit back down," she growled, not bothering to stand up. Paws still bound behind his back, Shekh did so - and then scooted forward to the edge of the stool. She could feel his eyes on her, then, as she moved forward between his legs, her muzzle at the perfect height; and while she did love being able to see each of his little twitches and the slow, steady growth as her presence got him only further worked up, that was something that would make things a bit... _complicated_for what she had in mind.

Sure, she didn't have much experience with this. Nubia cupped Shekh's sack in one paw, feeling the intense warmth, the pent-up energy; she'd told him the past two days leading up to this that he wasn't allowed to cum, and seeing how he squirmed and pressed his hips toward her muzzle now, it looked like he must have obeyed. There had also been the repeated texts throughout those last two nights: "can I cum now?"; "How about now? I've been good! D:"; "Come on, you're killing me here!"; "It's not nice to tease..."

"What are you..." the striped hyena began, but trailed off. One thing out of many that Nubia had been complimented on (was that the right word?) was her piercing gaze, as rich gold as the rings hanging from her ear and the end of her cock; whenever she turned this gaze on Shekh, usually his words died in his throat. In the few times they had seen each other, she had started to figure out how to control him nonverbally as effectively as if she had a collar and leash on him at all times.

Which, really, wouldn't be too bad.

Taste of his light scent, gentle exhalation of breath over his twitching tip, nose touching against the soft fur of his lower belly... and then Nubia closed the distance between that tip and her tongue, bringing that strong warmth and musk into her maw. Didn't want him to get too hard, though, so as soon as she touched the surface of her broad tongue to the underside of his length, she continued down towards the rim of his sheath.

Soft, supple skin, moist and a bit slick from the natural lubrication, the liquid arousal... she dragged the tip of her tongue around that rim, right between the skin of his sheath and the flesh of his cock, and then found it quite easy to dig further down into that sheath. In response to this, Shekh sucked in a small gasp and straightened up - and then only continued to twitch and squirm the further she pressed into his sheath, tongue wriggling and pressing against the buried length of his cock, maw open above his tip and each breath washing warmly out over him.

Every now and then she had to flick her tongue back into her muzzle, to swallow down the other hyena's taste and growing musk, so that she could further slicken him up with saliva. To think - he still didn't know what she had in mind. Again and again Nubia dug her tongue into his sheath, dragging it along between his stretchy skin and firm flesh, pushing against any resistance or tight spots. This particular spot of him would need to be considerably loose for what she was planning.

It seemed like Shekh didn't even notice at first, then, when Nubia slid her tongue back out of his sheath, licked her lips, and rose to her feet in front of him, her own arousal lifting the front of her outfit. She still hadn't gotten used to the odd dressing customs of this country, as opposed to her home: like usual, she wore an over-the-shoulder dress (again, this one chosen to show off her chest) in vibrant colors mixed with earth tones, complementary to the sandy brown of her fur and the gold of her eyes and jewelry.

She also wore nothing underneath. A swift paw lifted the front of her dress out of the way, bringing into view her full throbbing length - with her piercing in place and dripping slightly with her slick pre. Shekh's eyes flicked down to it, and then back up to her muzzle when she rested one paw against his lower back and then her other on his upper thigh, pulling him even closer to the edge of the stool, tilting him down a little bit...

"No, no, no," he said, ears folding back. "You're not thinking about-"

"So? I told you, we were going to try something new." Nubia eyed the other hyena's sheath for a bit, slid her finger into it and tugged it open a little, and then spat in her paw to rub up over her length. "Hold still. This might hurt if you squirm."

"It'll hurt anyway! I - I..."

...and he fell quiet. Nubia had to keep her hips at an odd angle to the rest of her body, but kept herself directed towards the end of his sheath with one paw as she slowly started to press in. The heat of his cock still mostly hidden under that skin, the sticky slickness of her own saliva, thoroughly spread around within that sheath. It took a bit of pressure and work from her fingers keeping his skin open, but the first thing she pushed in against the tapered tip of his cock was that ring, warm with her body heat - and the worry on Shekh's muzzle melted away, to be replaced with that funny quizzical look he'd given her when he'd first felt - well, something he hadn't expected between her legs.

For a while Nubia had to keep that paw on his sheath and the end of her length, thumb and two or three of her fingers holding his warm, slick skin open for her as she continued to squeeze into it. Prince Albert piercing - her head came next, pulling his supple sheath further open, sliding in with the saliva she'd added to both... and once that was done, she shifted her paw and squeezed his skin as much as she could around her head, also trapping his tip against her. Wouldn't be fun if he were allowed to cum or even harden up, after all.

This way, she could lift her other paw from the base of her shaft and drape her arm around the other hyena's shoulders, at the same time pulling him down into a more comfortable position as well as tugging him forward to lighten the work for her. His face continued to scrunch up, eyes squeezing shut, mouth tightening, ears and whiskers raising - and again and again he let a tense huff of breath out against Nubia's muzzle, all the while she continued to slowly shove herself deeper into his sheath against his cock.

Tight fit, definitely, but made easier by how thoroughly she'd dug her tongue into that sheath. There was also no way for her to really tell, but part of her wondered if he'd done this before... with as much girth (and length; it wasn't something they spoke about, but they both knew who was better endowed than the other among the two of them) as she had, it seemed like it should be more of a challenge to sink into Shekh's sheath. Hell, he took it here almost as easily as he did under his tail... but, then-

The striped hyena jerked underneath her arm, and moved back a little bit. "Ah - God, that hurt-"

You okay? Nubia almost said, but then caught herself. Still, though, she moved back a little bit - the feeling of his slick skin around her cock made her shiver, made her tail flick and mouth twitch - and slowed her pace in pushing back in. It was a good thing she'd thought to tie Shekh's arms behind his back, too: this way he had to lean forward against her, his muzzle on her shoulder with every breath tickling through the fur of her neck, where she could feel his change in pulse and any little twitch that shot through his body, as well as the almost-imperceptible shifting in his scent from first confusion, to arousal, to slight panic when he'd gotten pinched just earlier, and then back to arousal.

From there, though, it was noticeably easier. Of course Nubia couldn't bury her whole length in his sheath, but that didn't stop her from trying: whenever she was met with more resistance, she responded by waiting there for a moment and enjoying the tight, moist warmth all around her, not as warm as the striped hyena's rump nor as tight but maybe even more enjoyable.

To her, at least. For him... well, after a while he didn't seem to particularly mind her steady rhythm, thrusting forward deep into his sheath, finding herself blocked from sinking deeper by some warm firm flesh, and then tugging back almost to the ridge of her head, always keeping that and her ring buried under his skin. She could even feel him start to grow hard again, his sheath only tightening further. If she didn't keep her paw squeezed around the end, she had no doubt she'd slip out and then have a hell of a time pushing back in, even with the amount of warm, slick pre that she could feel she'd drooled under his skin... or, maybe, that was his. It was hard to tell.

The harder she squeezed his sheath, the faster she thrust into it, the more he squirmed and panted against her... the reason she tightened her paw around the end of that sheath was because she could still feel him stiffen up and throb against her, even with the occasional wince shooting across his muzzle. Nubia always figured that he enjoyed a little bit of pain; that had to be part of why he asked her over so often. Not like he'd openly admit to any of that.

The spotted hyena looked down at his muzzle, and for a moment locked her gaze with his. His ears remained folded halfway down, his mouth slack but lips parted, eyes watching her face for any sign of something he should do, or if he should just remain where he was and let her continue to pound into his sheath... though he squirmed and occasionally grimaced, he did not complain. Nubia had trained him out of that.

For the most part, at least. There were still times - these past few days being a good example - where she almost couldn't shake him, and actually seriously considered tying him up and teasing him to the edge a few times, and then just leaving him there. No messing up and accidentally getting him off on her part.

It wasn't hard at all to tell when he was horny, too. Nubia would be lying back in bed watching TV or reading a book or something (it's remarkably hard to find literature in her native language) and then get one or two or three texts, all of the same nature. Invitations to come over and "treat me like a good puppy :D?", invitations for her to sit back and relax because "I'm in a mood to take care of you, if you know what I mean ;3" - and also pictures. Lots of pictures. Sometimes she reciprocated, sometimes she squeezed more out of him in exchange for fewer of her own, sometimes she asked other things; "OK, but you have to keep this picture as your phone background for two days. I'll be coming by unannounced to check. OK?"... and then there were some stranger requests, too, kinks of his that he hadn't been comfortable with revealing to her until recently. Maybe she'd oblige some of those in the future, too.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, and she had to swallow down a gentle moan. This was damn better than using the penetrable that she may or may not have lifted from Shekh's house (with permission, of course - after she send a short video of her using it): already she could feel the bright pleasure of her approaching peak, which only made her further pick up her pace and energy. The other hyena had seemed to get used to it, too, and again rested his muzzle on her shoulder while she pumped her hips forward against him. Maybe if she'd kept his wrists unbound, he'd be tracing his paws up along her sides and back and pulling her closer to him, just like he usually did when she grinded or pounded into him.

As expected, it didn't take long at all for that peak of hers to come over her. Maybe she squeezed a little bit too tight, maybe she pushed a little bit too deep, maybe she shot a little bit too hard - but when the sweet shiver rippled through her body and she bucked forward into Shekh's sheath, back arched and teeth gritted, the smaller striped hyena tried to move back a little bit, a tense... noise at the end of his tongue.

Maybe he just didn't like the feeling of his sheath being filled up. Nubia let out another shuddering sigh with each spurt into it, the skin quickly filling with her load and ballooning out a little bit. Slicker, heavier warmth around the head of her cock, squeezing out underneath her the rim of his sheath beneath her fingers as she slid back in one more time.

When she pulled all the way out, paw slipping easily over the head of her cock, the rest of her load oozed down out of the other hyena's sheath and dripped down the front and underside of his sack, continually pushed out as he finally had the room to get hard. Good thing she'd kept such a tight grip on him, it looked like: just sitting there with his paws tied behind his back and with Nubia's seeding both warming and dripping out of his sheath, he managed to work himself up enough so that the bulge of his knot (what a weird hyena) could be seen stretching out the skin of that sheath. Feet braced against one of the support bars of the stool, he repeatedly thrust up into the open air in front of him.

Whether it was Nubia's cum or his own pre that dripped down from his tapered tip...

Those tall triangular ears of his came forward, and he looked up at her - though had trouble with focusing on her face. It always made her smile to see him glance down to her full breasts, and then even more to her slowly-softening length. She traced her tongue out over his lips - which he noticed, apparent in how his ears flicked right back down, yet again tinted rose.

He squirmed. "Are you just... gonna leave me like this? Nubia?"

"Maybe." She gently ran the pad of a finger down over the cum-slickened head of her cock, then brought that to her lips and licked it off. Ought to have Shekh do the cleaning for her, but - he'd like that too much. As eager as he tended to get with giving oral, it was a bit of surprise he hadn't chipped a tooth on her piercing yet. "Why? I got what I wanted. Never said you'd get to cum."

Whiiiiine. Shekh strained against his bonds. "But I was good! I didn't paw off, just like you asked!"

Honestly, Nubia had abstained from doing so as well, which would explain the volume that she'd deposited into his sheath. It wasn't quite as fun to mess with him if her own drive and desire weren't at their highest.

"Well, okay, I'll give you that. Hope you don't expect me to ride you, though." Nubia started pacing around to his other side, noting how his tail swished around behind him. His eyes followed her for a while, and he turned himself a little bit at one point. "I'm no breeder bitch like you."

"Hey, I-"

Nubia turned back to him. "What was that you said last time? 'Oh, Nubia - harder'? Or was it 'faster? ...Which came first?"

Hot blush, averted eyes. "...Faster first. Then harder. And I'm not asking you to ride me, I just - want to cum-"

"How about I bend you over the floor and fuck you?"

Even though he tried to hide it, Nubia saw the perk of his ears - as well as the throb of his length between his legs, still twitching against his lower belly with the fur around the rim and underside of his sheath matted down. "W-well..."

It was times like this where she wished that she did always have him collared. She could see it now: pulling his leash tight at the base to bring his muzzle close to hers, to _ensure_that they kept eye contact. "You know," she breathed, leaning in close anyway. Shekh started to lean backwards away from her, but then stopped. "People around here can be so rude to someone like me. Do you know how long it's been since I've been treated with proper respect?"

"Proper..." Shekh frowned. "Hey, I call you 'ma'am'! Just like you asked!"

"I didn't ask." How many shirts had the striped hyena had to purchase since meeting her? Even now, she dug her claws into the fabric near his shoulders and pricked gently into his fur and skin beneath. "I just said I'd prefer ma'am over miss. The correct title is queen."

"Queen!" Shekh scoffed. "That's ridiculous! Do you really think I-"

"It's ridiculous that you wanna get fucked, I think."

That certainly shut him up. Yet again he squirmed on the stool, held in place by her paws on his shoulders. "...Sorry."

"Will you beg for it?"

Sometimes Nubia actually wished that he'd put up a fight. Knowing that she had more on him in terms of physical strength, it was fun putting him into his place and seeing him enjoy it, even if he wouldn't always admit it. In fact, one of her favorite times (as well as a commonly-visited fantasy) was when they had wrestled in the middle of the living room floor at Shekh's house... and then shortly ended up with him on all fours grinding his load deeper into the carpet, Nubia hilted underneath his tail and keeping him pinned down with an arm across his back.

This time, though - he kept his voice quiet and gaze averted: "...Fuck me?"

Nubia leaned in, one ear dramatically perked. "Huh? What was that?"

"Will you fuck me?"

She tugged upwards on his shirt, pulling him to his feet... and then just as quickly turned him around so that his back faced her, and pushed him down to his knees in front of her. "What did I literally just say?"

A little swallow, a little huff of breath... he didn't seem aware that he kept his tail flagged for her, even still on his knees. "I... God - queen..."

Then Nubia dropped to her knees as well, and pushed his upper body down with one paw in the middle of his shoulder. She was (probably) still hard enough for things to work - certainly slick enough; it was a good thing that she hadn't tugged his muzzle down on her length after all - and she'd certainly get back up there once she got into it.

"Better."

And she bent over him, one paw still on his back while her other kept her length and ring angled towards his tailhole. Gentle rubbing, a little bit of pressure, wiping off her first load against the puckered rim... Shekh's paws, still bound behind his back, strained and stretched out again and again, and he started to work his hips back against her.

"I know you can do it, puppy..."

"...Come on," he whined, managing to look back at her. A tense shiver made its way through his body once Nubia had managed to press most of her piercing into him, not deep enough to make its way past the tight ring of his tailhole, but certainly enough that he could feel it. Having him squirm and grind and clench underneath her was already enough to bring her back to her full length. "I wanna-"

When she pulled back away from him, he reciprocated by just - shoving himself back into her lap against the slick ring and head of her cock.

"Please, Nubia..."

That was the word she was looking for. She rose up a little bit to get a better angle on him and started, slowly, to sink into his rump, slower and more carefully than she had with his sheath: this time, there was no thorough coating of saliva to help ease things in. This also_wasn't something he was unused to, though, from her or any number of others - she made a point not to ask, though _did request pictures every now and then. His pride wouldn't let him oblige, and yet here he was...

"...God-" the striped hyena breathed, tensing up beneath her. She could feel him continue to press back against her and slide further down along her length. Even with his paws bound, he was very capable of grinding to an orgasm - especially in a position like this; he steadily worked himself forward and back, forward and back, shivering every time he slid a certain distance back past her head. That must be the piercing. "I just - want to..."

She lowered a paw to his rump, lifting his tail and spreading him a bit. "You're getting eager, puppy..."

"Sorry. Sorry, ma'am - ah, queen..."

That brought a smile to her face, and she started to mirror his actions in thrusting gently forward against him. Soon her hips pressed up against the other hyena's rump and remained there for a moment, though she did have to bite her lip against his clenching and churning against her, as if he wished to bring her even deeper under his tail.

Such a change in him from before. But, then, this usually happened. Nubia kept a paw between his shoulders, claws keeping a good grip on his shirt for her to start a slow rhythm in pressing into him and sliding back out, listening to his breathing and his little noises. Every time he tried to speed things up, though, she just slowed down and remained in place, or pulled back...

"Please-" he purred again, ears back.

"Please what?"

One of the only times she'd ever heard it: "Please fuck me."

No point putting it off any further, was there? Besides, when she did move a paw down underneath him to graze along his length, there was definitely more than just her own cum that kept it slick and dripped from the tip. Boy was damn worked up, and every thrust into him, each one a little faster and harder than the one before, just forced more pre out of him with an accompanying throb and all-over shiver. It didn't even seem to bother him that his chest and chin were pressed roughly against the carpet, what with his paws still behind his back.

As she worked at him and continued to pick up her pace, Nubia started to lift herself up and over him to pound down into her sub, the faint tingling from her recent orgasm fading beneath the growing pleasure of this. Still, though, she wasn't so sure she'd be able to reach a second before Shekh hit his peak - but that was okay, though. They had to be even, so she'd have to have him get her off after.

Soon it wasn't only his_breaths and moans that puffed out with each slap of her hips against his rump, but _hers as well, going along with the tight and somewhat rough pleasure that came with each thrust. If only she'd thought to set a camera up on the other side of the room: this would be a hell of a thing to look back on, Shekh with his paws behind his back, muzzle to the floor, and rump hiked up into the air, while Nubia pounded down into him again and again...

As expected, Shekh was the one to finish first. Nubia could both hear and feel it coming, and just continued to put more force behind each thrust. It started as a series of small, breathier moans from the back of the striped hyena's throat, then grew louder and heavier, needier - until he arched his entire body on the floor, lifted his rear up against Nubia with enough force to raise her up a little, and then promptly pressed back down into the carpet and jerked his hips forward and back a few times, each one emptying a little bit more of his load out into the carpet.

He'd have to clean that up, of course. That'd be a little awkward to explain to her landlord.

Just like a good, obedient pup, he remained in place while Nubia continued to thrust down into him, until she, too, jerked forward and sucked in a breath through her teeth. Both paws braced against the striped hyena's rump, toes straining against the carpet underneath her, teeth gritted... and again she pumped out into him, this time deep under his tail. Quite a bit faster than she'd expected, what with having finished hardly fifteen minutes ago, but - that's what two days without any action did to her. As she started to pull out of him, though-

"How's that for begging?" Shekh swallowed, still panting. It was a nice sight, looking down at him and seeing his slightly-stretched tailhole, dripping with her cum just as his sheath had been earlier. "You're not gonna get that from me again anytime soon, queen... lucky I was damn horny..."

Nubia raised her eyebrows. "When do you have to be home?"

"I don't. Why? Also - could you please untie my wrists? I can't feel my thumbs..."

"Oh, sure." She started to bend over. "I think I'm gonna tie your muzzle shut next. So it's a good thing you don't have anywhere to be..."