Mr. And Mrs. Wilde

Story by Kulkum Al Stavich on SoFurry

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#17 of The Savage Dark

More sexy time for our favorite fox and bunny. Enjoy!

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Report:

Case File - The Savage Dark

Reporting Agent: Code Name - Jack "Savage"

Affiliation: Unknown

Current Whereabouts: Unknown

Agent Status: Unknown (Active)

Recording Continues:

"I never asked what happened in the back of the armored car. I wasn't sure that I really wanted to know, either way. Don't give me that look. What happened will come up again and the story will be told in this recording, but that relevancy here is less important than the results. I'll start by going over the answers for some of the obvious questions.

"The agents involved in the convoy to kidnap Officer Wilde were not charged, of course. As I requested, the majority of them were allowed to escape without incident or an attempt to return to the scene. A wise choice as well as the obvious one. Charging them or even detaining them would have been costly and pointless, in the end. The same could have been said for Special Agent Skye at the time. I was tempted to have her locked away for the allowed 48 hours without charges just to spite her. But I decided on a different route to... shall we say, spook whoever was pulling the strings.

"Whoever it was had a secret to keep and they were so desperate that they sent dozens of agents into the streets in an attempt to keep it from me and The Agency. You see, I knew already that there were only four people in all Zootopia who could have mobilized that many ZIA agents in such a short span of time. Keeping Skye and attempting to question her would have given the guilty party the impression that we were still clueless as to their identity. However, letting her go without a single question asked? That was going to make someone nervous. Nervous people make stupid mistakes.

"Not unlike the many mistakes I made that night. Though those mistakes were corrected through a high-speed chase, nearly a dozen disabled vehicles, an incapacitated agent, and a recovered fox. All with zero fatalities and only minor injuries."

(Sound of a feminine throat clearing)

"It's not pride. It's balancing the books for the record. But you're right. Moving on.

"Nervous people make mistakes. I intended for those mistakes to be minor. Our eyes were fully on the ZIA now and I was already thinking of activating agents within the ZIA to look around for changes in behavior. Odd phone calls to unlisted numbers, late night meetings, sudden cancellations of appointments to make trips out of the city. Anything like that can mean that plans are being changed suddenly and when that happens, people need to be informed. As I said, there were only four people in Zootopia that could have caused these events. Two of them could be ruled out. The other two had to be watched. This, unfortunately, takes time.

"Or not so unfortunately when you consider that I was serious when I said I needed a vacation. And I wasn't the only one."

_ _

One Week Later

They had finally released him.

"You have to decide if you feel comfortable being alone with her, Mr. Wilde."

They all questioned his control. And because they questioned it, they expected him to question it.

"I am comfortable around her _now. _You're the one who keeps asking."

All because of the bite.

"Agent Savage has ordered your release into her custody. She's sleeping now, but you can return to your room whenever you like."

Staring back at him, reflected in the mirror, were the eyes of a savage.

"You haven't shown abnormal tempter in a week, though that could be due to her constant presence. But your eyes haven't returned to normal, either. If you have any questionable thoughts..."

Questionable thoughts. He cocked his head slightly as he gazed into his own eyes. It had been days since the idea that they were not _his _eyes had faded. He wasn't looking at a stranger and certainly wasn't looking at some crazed beast. His thought process, as far as he could tell, had not changed.

"Breakfast is almost ready," she called from the main room, her tone as light and easy as his current mood. "I'm not going to hold myself back from eating these blueberries if you don't stop staring at yourself in the mirror, Slick."

He considered himself for a moment longer before he finished what he had come into the bathroom for, to begin with: making himself look presentable. A touch of water around the muzzle to smooth his currently untrimmed whiskers, more than a few strokes of a brush through his fur to soften and straighten his neck ruff, one thumb sliding up to the tip of each ear before he took a few looks at himself from all angles. Seeing that everything was in order, he turned on his more electric hustler smile and gave the now naked fox in the mirror a quick two pawed thumbs up.

"Be right there, Carrots."

He hadn't felt this comfortable and certain of himself since the first time he had seen slit-pupil eyes looking back at him in the mirror. So comfortable that there had been no hesitation to accept the release into Judy's custody that morning because there was no reason to. Feeling like himself, really feeling like Nick, was a good change from everything that had come before he had been taken. Before she had taken it upon herself to lock them in the back of the armored car with him a fully savage fox.

"Nick, I'm eating a blueberry right now." Her voice was singsong and playful, drawing a smirk to his muzzle. It might have seemed strange to anyone else. He was changed. Changed in a way that no one was sure could be reversed even if a long-term antidote was found. And despite that change, they were on solid ground.

Just the two of them.

"My clothes fell off in the bathroom," he chuckled when he finally opened the door and stepped into the main room. "I wanted to make myself look..."

His voice died when he realized that she was no longer in the kitchen, as he had expected. No, his bunny was on the bed, curled up on her side, propped up on one elbow as she lay facing him with a bowl of fruit on the bed in front of her. One foot started to rub slowly up and down her bare calf when their gazes met. She was exactly as naked as he was. There was no doubt in his mind that the flare of desire he saw in her eyes was reflected in his when they both realized that their idea for breakfast had been shared. The silly grin was also mutual, as was the chuckle that followed when she muffled a laugh in her paw.

"I see my plan worked as expected," he drawled, moving towards the bed with a slow sway in his tail as he appreciated the view of all that white and gray perfection laid out before him. "I thought the natural reaction to my getting naked would be your clothes just falling off, followed by you taking a sexy pose on the bed for me. I applaud you for efficiency because I didn't even see it happen. The bowl of blueberries is a nice touch."

The laughter came again, though this time it had a slightly more sensual note to it. Her voice deepened a bit, became husky as she fell into a slow stretch that offered him a delicious view of her every curve as she stretched her arms much too slowly over her head without taking her eyes off him. The stretch also allowed his gaze to settle on the bandaged state of her forearm. The dull brown wrapping, which he knew covered an underlying layer of gauze and medical tape over shaved fur, held his attention for a moment. Mostly because he constantly wanted to make sure it didn't start bleeding again.

"We haven't been alone in a week," she reminded him as she adjusted herself to rest on her side again, her eyes dropping to the already thickening sheath between his thighs before returning to meet his. A little smile quirked her muzzle as her nose twitched. "And haven't made love since the last time we were in this room. Our clothes didn't stand a chance, anyway."

"Why Officer Hopps," he said as he wandered around the bed slowly. "Are you trying to tempt me into bed with blueberries? Or yourself?"

She followed him with her eyes but seemed to know better than to turn around to face him. First off, there was a bowl of blueberries dangerously balanced on the bed. And second, green eyes were looking for that particular view that her lying on her side with her leg drawn up in such a way afforded him. That soft, round ass had been a force of attraction he had lost the ability to resist the moment he had realized that her cuteness leaned heavily towards beauty. The way white fur blended sharply into gray between her thighs made the soft pink flesh of her mound a wonderfully appetizing sight. The sparkle in her eyes was teasing when she adjusted her hips just a bit to block his view, but that didn't stop his tongue from sliding along his muzzle slowly.

"Blueberries first, Officer Wilde," she responded, though her gaze lowered between his thighs for a moment. She clearly appreciated the crimson tip that was showing his own arousal, because her tongue did a similar dance over her lips before she lowered them further. "You're taller when you walk like that."

Brow furrowed, he glanced down to his feet. He wasn't standing flatfooted as was normal for more civilized mammals. Only his paw pads were touching the floor, as he might have moved when he was on all fours. It would indeed have given him a good six inches of extra height, which explained why she brought it up. He started to correct it, as natural as it felt to him at that moment, but she turned on the bed and placed a paw on his hip.

"No, it's fine," she said quickly, her eyes soft as she gave him a slow grin. "It's kinda sexy. Makes you look a little savage, combined with your eyes."

"So me being savage is sexy now?" The words held a hint of a growl to them, mostly because her paw slid from his hip, tickled slowly down along beside his sheath, and came to rest as she cupped the furred sac between his thighs. The growl deepened into a moan when she ran the silk of her thumb over one orb slowly, curiously, while her eyes followed the growth of his arousal with a hunger that had him thinking breakfast might have to wait.

"Pretty sure you're always sexy, Slick," she hummed, her voice a little distant as she parted her lips and breathed in deeply through her nose. He realized that she was tasting the musk of male arousal in the air, which only caused that arousal to surge until he was fully hard and pulsing. When she continued, her voice was soft and distant. "Very sexy."

Finding that he could do little more than stand there like a good fox while she sat up and moved closer to him on her knees, he watched that cute muzzle drift closer as she continued to breathe in deeply. He felt the rush of heat when she touched the tip of her nose against him, exhaling slowly before she tipped her muzzle to place parted lips on the shaft. The feeling of wet warmth and soft suction near the base and the cup of her paw over his sac had his legs wobbling under him as his breath rushed out. She lingered on him for a moment, until he felt the slide of her tongue just at the entrance of his sheath when her muzzle dipped a bit. A week may not have been long, but it was starting to feel like forever. The long nights spent in the lab. Even though she had been there every moment, threatening violence if they tried to make her leave, neither one of them had been particularly interested in being recorded.

Now? They were not and with this being the first time he had felt her lips on this part of his body? He was in a special kind of heaven. She seemed fascinated herself when she drew back, licking her lips as she looked up at him with violet eyes darkened by passion. Within that passion was curiosity, a curiosity that he understood as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth for a moment to consider the taste of him from before. He was so enthralled by it, the touch of her paws managed to catch him off guard when she wrapped them around the base and squeezed lightly.

"I've never seen your knot, you know," she murmured, her gaze lowering. He almost thought it was a moment of shyness, until her tongue slid out to gather the clear drop of precum that had left a trail from the tip. The look of curious consideration returned for a moment as she licked her lips again, an action that had him praying for the strength not to swell in her paws right that second before she leaned forward and kissed the tapered tip lightly. "Always locked inside of me before I get the chance. Greedy fox. We should change that."

"Should we?" he managed, doing his best not to squeak it when she kept her muzzle pressed against the tip and looked up at him. There was so much in those eyes. Passion and love, curiosity and need, playful desire and hunger. It was beyond him to deny her anything she wanted in that moment. "I thought you said blueberries first."

"Get your tail in this bed, Wilde," she hummed, her paws slowly sliding up his full length, tilting his shaft towards her so she could glide her tongue around the tip slowly.

"Okayahahaha!" The word escaped his muzzle with a breathless laugh when her mouth enveloped the tip, his eyes rolling back into his head for a moment before he reached down with one paw to rest it between her ears. Ears that folded down as she gave a little groan around his length. It was very hard to resist the desire to urge her to go down just a bit, which was a mute point when she sucked hard enough to have his knees wobble. "What you're doing right now is robbing me of my desire to move, Fluff. I may just stand right here and let you keep doing that."

Knowing that she had never done this, for him or anyone before him, had him a little surprised by the hunger she showed when she continued by sliding her muzzle further down his length of her own bidding. It was when he felt the head nudge the entrance to her throat, felt the pressure increase when she swallowed even as she drew in a deep breath and released it as a moan, that his knot did start to swell into her paws. Paws that squeezed down firmly when she realized it, causing his hips to buck forward suddenly of their own accord. A light cough that escaped her when the tip pressed further than he intended snapped him out of the pleasure-blind stupor she had so easily put him in. He quickly raised his paw off of her head, looking down at her to apologize as he tugged his hips back a bit. A surprised snarl of pleasure escaped him when the pressure of her mouth only increased, her paws squeezed around the thickening bulb of his knot tightly as she pulled herself forward until he touched the back of her throat again.

"Sweet Fox Jesus, Carrots," he groaned, actually feeling her throat stretch and convulse as she swallowed again, this time without the cough as her silky paws started to squeeze him in a slow rhythm. "Are you trying to kill me or make me lose my mind again?"

It was only because of how aware they both were, how comfortable and safe they felt knowing even as a savage he wouldn't hurt her, that they could grin at each other. Which for him sent an erotic thrill through him, because she grinned around a muzzle full of fox dick as she slowly pulled back. Her face took on that considering expression again as she licked her lips, then the tip, and finally slowly down the shaft again. Her nose twitched every time it brushed against the now throbbing crimson. She was scenting him, tasting him, and was trying to decide how she felt about it.

"I like it," she declared, causing him to raise a brow as she ducked down low enough to press a kiss to the cream-colored, less dense fur of his sac. It gave him a fantastic view of her rump. Round and perfect, a hint of her mound seen when her hips arched, with the tail above it twitching now and then as she nuzzled him. He ground his teeth with a little whimper when she lightly suckled on one orb, deciding that she was trying to drive him savage when she released him to the cool air again. "I'm glad I like it. You certainly seem to like doing this to me, so I was hoping I would."

"It's a little more natural for foxes to eat bunnies, though," he chuckled breathlessly when she turned her attention to his knot. Her eyes were noticeably wide, likely realizing that she wasn't able to wrap her paws around the full girth of it even when she tried. Which made him grin. "It gets bigger when it's inside you."

"You're kidding?" she asked, looking up at him with one brow raised. When he gave her his best bland look, she looked back to the knot, a slow shiver racing through her as he intentionally flexed and made it throb thickly. "I'm impressed. With myself. No wonder I feel so full when we're tied. I'm never going to fit that in my mouth."

This caused him to raise one eyebrow. "You were planning on trying?"

"Hm," was her reply as she looked up, watching his face when she squeezed her paws around it. "Foxes can't orgasm without stimulation to the knot, right? I'll just have to use my paws on this, while my muzzle handles to rest."

"Even without the knot, I might still be too big. You don't have to," he began, only to grow silent outside of a growled moan when she ran her wet tongue slowly but firmly over the front of the bulge.

"Nick, have you ever known me to do anything halfway?"

His expression of general acceptance said it all. She did have a point. It even brought fond memories of their first time together, where the comparatively tiny bunny had all but forced him to knot her. And she had never accepted less than all of him since then. Given her 'I can do anything' attitude, which had led her to do everything she set out to do, he shouldn't have been surprised.

"I suppose not," he replied, looking down at her with a quirked brow. The thrum of pleasure and arousal was a constant now, steady but eager as she traced her fingers up the length of him. "Just letting you know, what you're doing now is more than enough. You're always more than enough."

The grin that climbed her muzzle when he said this could only be described as pleased, teasing, and sexy as hell. Which was why it surprised him when she released his length and moved away from him. Given how cold this made the now achingly ready length of him feel, it was no surprise that he was forced to restrain the disappointed frown that threatened to form. Until she spoke, that was.

"Nicholas Wilde," she chirred, knee walking that incredibly sexy body back into the center of the bed, an action which caused the bowl of blueberries to topple off and spill out over the floor. Neither of them paid attention. She simply stayed on her knees and patted the pillow at the head of the bed. "I'm not going to stop until I have that knot pressed against my nose while you cum down my throat."

And it was very, very cute, the way he could tell she was blushing because of what had just left her mouth. Sexy as it was - and by god, it was something he would likely have wet dreams about just because she'd said it - her eyes darted away from him with a touch of shyness, and her ears dropped back again. Maybe to hide the fact that the inside of them was burning red, though it just as easily could have been because of the way savage greens narrowed on her hungrily. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, she did seem to forget that she was a mostly innocent farm bunny. It was both arousing and endearing to the fox and compelled him to accept her beckons by climbing into the bed on all fours. Violet eyes were heated as she watched him, fascinated to the point that she licked her lips when he nuzzled her belly with flaring nostrils. He drew in the sweetly aroused scent of her as he moved past, felt the shiver race through her when he rubbed the full length of his naked body against her front and ended the motion by flipping his tail over her shoulder. Feeling her nuzzle into it with a contented sigh, he curled himself around her just long enough to nip at her tail before he rolled over to sit at the head of the bed with his back against the pillow.

"Try not to kill me in the process, Fluff," he said, grinning wide enough to show a good number of teeth as she moved closer.

"No promises," was her reply as she slid her fingers into the fur of his chest.

Supporting her weight against him as she leaned in closer, his grin was lost when she pressed her lips to his. His scent mingled with her scent, earthy arousal, and fox, as she nipped his lower lip, tempting him to deepen the kiss until their tongues met with an easy sensuality that he knew wasn't going to last long. He knew this because her paws had already moved down beyond his belly fur, gently caressing the sides of his cock with featherlight teases until his growl melted into the kiss. He felt her smile slightly, just a twitch at the corner of the lips that were sealed against his, as urgency rose and his tongue explored her mouth with more fervor. He was breathing heavily all over again when she broke the kiss, tilting his head back when she nuzzled her way under his muzzle to breathe in his scent. She had told him that the lightly floral scent reminded her of home; if home was also mingled with the musk of aroused male fox. That she showed only appreciation and love for the smell of him as she continued to kiss her way down the side of his lightly rumbling throat had contentment rolling in to join the need that she was quickly building.

He was hers, and he had a feeling that she knew it. He was a subject to her whims, a willing slave to her surprising and often seemingly endless need for him. The way she made him feel, now more than ever, had become necessary in his life. It went beyond the sex, beyond the pleasure and the need. The simple fact that she made him feel needed and wanted in ways that he hadn't known he was capable of made him want to find ways to give her the world. When something as sexually charged as the hot exhale of her breath on his belly as she nibbled her way down his torso made him feel as loved as aroused? He knew he would have laid his life at her feet.

And being male, that feeling became even more intense when he felt the touch of her lips on the tip of his arousal again. Lips that trailed wet, open mouthed kisses from the tip all the way down to the throbbing mass of his knot, and then even beyond that. He fought the desire to close his eyes as the pleasurable sensation threatened to rob him of thought, mostly because he wanted to enjoy the view. She was down almost on her belly now as she lapped at him with her small but warm tongue, which had her hips hiked up high. And he enjoyed the way she jumped a little when he slid his large paw over one cheek, massaging the firm but malleable flesh he worked his fingers down the cleft of silky white fur.

Her moan was long, loud, and strained: almost painfully so. He felt the trilling vibration of it pressed against his length as she buried her nose into his groin fur, drawing a throaty growl to rise in his chest. The moan was expected, considering how wet she was when he touched her. Not that he had expected she was doing what she was doing just for him, but the fact that it aroused her so much had a clear effect on them both when he ran the pad of one finger over the slick mouth of her sex. She let out a trembling cry and pushed back into that paw, the muscles of her rear flexing as she eagerly squirmed against his touch. When he relented and allowed the thick digit to slide into the welcoming heat, relief was the note of the groan that spilled from her muzzle. It was so basic and beautifully sensual that he almost forgot that she had plans for him. The desire to turn her around and take her right then almost won out before she silenced her own moans by raising her head and sliding him into an eagerly sucking muzzle.

"_Judy," _was the only intelligent sound to come from him, the shockingly sudden, hungry, and deeper than before sucking of his mate causing any other words to die as a gargled moan. His paw clenched on her ass, sinking his finger deeper, which ripped another moan from her and seemed to encourage her to take him deeper. The nudge at the back of her throat was felt and a moment's pause was dismissed by both as his paws slid to the back of her head and eased her down. Not only did she not resist, she urged him as she swallowed around the head of his cock as it slipped past the threshold. When there was a moment where she seemed to struggle and he eased the pressure on the back of her head, she countered his consideration by wrapping her fingers tightly around his knot. The way she squeezed, rolling her fingers up the mass of aching flesh encouragingly, worked in time with the continued rise and fall of her muzzle as she took him deeper. The fact that her inner muscles tightened on his finger in the same rhythm told him exactly what she was doing.

He was still hers, after all. And completely at her mercy.

Teasing and self-control only lasted so long, he knew. Green eyes widened when he felt the brush of her nose and the light tickle of fur against the top of his knot. He couldn't decide if his mouth dropped open in awe or in pleasure, but it didn't matter when she swallowed around him suddenly. The slick ripple of her throat and the huff of her breath in his crotch fur as she pulled back and slid back down with obvious effort written all over her face was all it took. If her intent was to have him cum right then, his body was more than willing to comply as his sac tightened and his knot throbbed thickly.

The tight seal of her throat and sucking muzzle combined with the squeeze of her paws made the pleasure blinding and almost overpowering when the climax rushed over him. It came hard and fast as her muzzle touched more firmly against his knot and stayed there. The thick pulse that caused his knot to thicken further as the first spurt of cum shot down her throat was almost as much relief as it was pure sexual delight. The ache of need became the heaven of release with every twitch of his sac, every rope of his seed that he fed directly into her belly release tension in a world where pleasure overtook everything else.

She didn't try to pull away. Didn't even seem aware of what was happening beyond the fact that her hips started to buck against his paw, which compelled him to quicken and deepen the pace of the finger inside of her. She joined him in orgasm, which honestly surprised him through his pleasure. The scent of her arousal spiked as did the heat inside of her and she clamped down around him so tightly that he remembered what it meant to be jealous of his finger. The struggle and strain of taking his full length became huffed moans through her nose, moans that were cut off now and then as she swallowed around him. There was no inhibition in her, only hunger as she pressed her hips back in a quick humping motion while at the same moment nuzzling the pulsing flesh of his knot in what almost looked like contentment. She had gotten what she wanted, after all.

All in all, it was unquestionably the hottest moment of his life to date.

Slumped over her as he became more coherent, finger pressed so deep that his palm rubbed against her tail as she rolled her hips in languid circles through her own afterglow, his attempts to catch his breath were distracted by the fact that she wasn't lifting her head. In fact, she stayed right where she was as, in the way of canines, his release continued. He could feel her throat rippling around him, and the whisper of her breath. Which made him realize: she could swallow and breathe at the same time. In fact, she seemed perfectly content to do just that. Suckle, swallow, inhale, suckle, swallow, exhale. He really felt no need to disturb the moment as she continued to nurse and swallow. It was as relaxing as it was insanely arousing, especially the one time she drew back to drink him directly from the tip as she met his eyes with sparkling lavender before she swallowed him down again with a slick gulp that almost had him bucking into her muzzle again.

"That was amazing," she said when the flow finally slowed and his knot started to recede. She had drawn back, licked the tip for a moment with a look that was now pure enjoyment on her face, before speaking. Aside from a little roughness in her voice and the fact that one paw kept massaging her throat, she seemed no worse for wear. In fact, he was pretty sure she was in better shape than he was. "You didn't stay hard as long."

"It's a full-length massage inside of you, Carrots," he said, his voice coming out far more drained than he really felt. He kept his body loose and relaxed, his gaze following her through half-closed lids. No doubt, from her content and 'I did good' pat on the back expression, she thought she had all but killed him. And she wasn't far from the truth. But he had enough energy to catch his breath as he watched her like a predator watching prey from the shadows. Made all the better when she innocently licked her palm after releasing him. "And you took the words out of my mouth. You are amazing, you realize."

She gave a little snort in reply to that, though he could see the inside of her ears blush as she leaned in and kissed the side of his muzzle. "You're just saying that because bunnies can breathe and swallow at the same time."

"Oh, so you were aware of that particular talent," he chuckled, rolling his head to follow her as she moved to the edge of the bed. The view this afforded him when she looked out over the spilled blueberries was enough to prevent him from going fully soft, which didn't surprise him at all. He swallowed the growl when the white and gray butt facing him gave way to now flushed pink folds when she leaned over, reaching for the bowl before she gave up and just crawled down on all fours. He took this moment to raise the paw, still damp with her juices, to his muzzle to slowly lick and suck the sweet taste from his fur. An action that quickly had him rolling onto all fours so he could follow the source of that deliciously feminine flavor.

"It's common knowledge to bunnies, though I don't think it comes up often in conversation," she replied, as he heard the plop of berries being dropped into the bowl. A quick peek over the edge told him that she was still on all fours as she crawled around to pick them up. "Basic anatomy, really. This particular application isn't something that I've heard of, but it was..."

She was cut off when he pounced her from the edge of the bed. The surprised "Omph!" that escaped her hardly worried him. He had tackled her a lot harder than this before during training, though he generally didn't follow up by pinning her shoulders to the ground with both paws and closing his teeth on the back of her neck in a possessive bite. And how he loved the fact that the surprised sound that escaped her quieted when she felt the thick length of his cock slide between the satin fur of her butt-cheeks for a firm grind. Her eyes fluttering closed, hips rising eagerly to invite him to take what she knew he wanted as she crushed blueberries into the carpet. The cry of pleasure that escaped her was mingled with his growl as he adjusted his hips and slid deep into the welcoming heat of her sex. He didn't bother to pretend to start slow and gentle as he claimed his mate fully for the first time in what seemed like forever to them both.

They were an exhausted mess afterward. Somewhere in the rush for more pleasure and passion, she had ended up rolling him onto his back and riding him as she faced away from him. This new position and the new sensations it brought for them both had been enough to drive them over the edge until she had collapsed back onto his chest with her legs splayed and his knot tightly gripped by her eager body. The afterglow was lazy this time for both of them. Nothing to do but wait, as his paws caressed the silky fur of her chest. He delighted in causing little shivers to race through her when he searched out and lightly rubbed his finger pads over the hidden nipples under that fur until she was rolling her hips against him again with little whimpers. When he responded by thrusting against her lightly, it only took a few minutes to have her cumming again. A fact that delighted him to no end once she slumped against him as an exhausted ball of well-fucked fluff.

"Is it different?" she asked lazily, her head tilted back so her ears rested over one of his shoulders as she looked up at him.

"Not that I can tell," he admitted, knowing exactly what she was talking about. The change in him was not just the eyes. Settled and calm as he might have been, he was aware of far more instincts pulling at him than had previously been there. "But then again, we are still very new to this. It helps that I'm not worried about hurting you anymore, even if I were to go full savage."

"You were never going to hurt me, Nick," she replied softly, turning her head to the side to rub her muzzle over his chest.

"Tell that to your arm."

She gave a little snort as she lifted it, looking at the bandage for a moment before she waved her paw easily. "Exactly my point."

"Hm," he muttered as he lifted his head long enough to lick once between her ears before he weakly laid back. "A good point. I accept our logic."

"When we get married, who is taking whose last name?" she wondered aloud after a few more minutes of comfortable silence. The question surprised him, in part because he had almost forgotten that they were engaged at all in the madness of the last week. The reminder warmed him, drew a smile to his muzzle.

"Nicholas Hopps," he said, testing the name out first just to be fair.

"Ew," she laughed, the sound delighted even as she made a face of distaste. "That sounds so wrong on you, Mr. Wilde. Hm... Judith Wilde."

"Judith Wilde," he repeated, both of them considering it for a moment before they grinned. "You are a wild little bunny."

"I am perfectly civilized!" she protested, smirking as she squeezed down on his knot until he growled. "Except when you're involved. You make me a little savage."

"Don't blame me, Miss 'I swing from vines on my second day of work' Hopps," came his retort, which had her smacking his side lightly.

"That was your fault. If you had left on the tram when I told you to, none of that would have happened."

"Oh yes," he said, rolling green eyes up as his fingers teased down her ears slowly. "Then I would have missed being tied to you by vines. Almost like the rainforest was giving us a sneak peek. And then another one much later."

"I like being tied to you, Mr. Wilde," she chuckled, his voicing joining hers a moment later before she continued. "So, your name then. It fits me better than Hopps does you."

"Unless you want to go with WildeHopps."

She blinked as she turned her eyes up to him again. "WildeHopps?"

"Yeah. Keep both names," he explained, scratching the base of her ear in a way that made her foot twitch and her muscles squeeze around him pleasantly. "Judith Wilde Hopps."

"Meh, not sure that really works. It should be 'Judith Hopps Wilde.'"

"Change 'Hopps' to 'Jumps' and we have the truth of it," he said, a broad grin cracking his muzzle when she sent a playful glare at him.

"You did the jumping this time, Fox. And I think it sounds better if I just go with your last name as is," she finished, a statement that pleased him more than he had expected. He hadn't really thought it mattered until she admitted that she wanted his name. Now? Now it was just warming.

"All right then. Judith Wilde."

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilde," she hummed, letting her head relax on his chest to give him easier access to her ears. "My mother is going to give birth to a whole new generation when she gets this news."

"Hm," was his only reply, and anything else he might have come up with was cut off when the phone on the bedside table started to ring. They both did absolutely nothing to move towards it or even acknowledge it at first. "If that's Jack, I might have to reconsider my current state of inner peace."

"Maybe it's Wolford," she suggested, though they still didn't move. Eventually, the ringing stopped to their relief. "They can call ba..."

The tone of his cell phone ringing came from the bathroom this time, making them both roll their eyes with a synchronized sigh. As always, it was an interesting and not entirely comfortable adjustment as they prepared to move. She turned herself around, very slowly as not to strain the tie and injure one or the other, and wrapped her legs around his hips as he rose and made his way towards the bathroom. Once the phone was in his paw, he carried them back towards the bed, took his sweet time sitting, and allowed her time to get comfortable in his lap before he pushed the Talk button.

"Is this Jack?" he demanded right off, making her muffle a giggle into his chest fur.

"This is Jack. I'll be brief."

"You'll have to be," he replied, setting his nose between her ears lightly to breathe her scent slowly. "I have a bunny attached to my hips right now, and I intend to have her there for the rest of the day. And most of the night."

He grunted when she play punched him in the side, grinning down at her as he heard Jack's sigh on the other end of the line.

"Acceptable. Though you need to get some sleep tonight and be packed before bed. We are leaving at dawn."

"Leaving?" he said, frowning down at his mate with a slow shrug of his shoulders. "Where are we going."

"I need a vacation," came the simple reply, "and you're coming with me - to Bunnyburrow."