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"So... You sure you're okay with this?"

I sat upon my sad little apartment bed, looking up at a barely-dressed timber wolf whom I'd elected to share my room with for the night. For some reason. The curtains had been drawn--not that there was any light coming in anyway--and he had shed everything but a pair of loose jeans, standing just in front of me, his waist right at eye level. He had an athlete's body--not quite like a football player, but more like a runner or swimmer: sleek, but well-built, taller and bigger than myself, naturally, marked with patches of grey and brown along his sides and arms. And there I was, tracing lines through the soft, thick fur along his chest and back with my claws, and trying not to shake too badly.

"...You're shaking, Jase," he pointed out, a frown of slight concern across his muzzle. So much for that. "You don't have to take it so fast, you know. We could just watch a movie on your laptop, or..."

I looked up into his eyes, deep, earthen hues that kept me grounded even as my body panicked. "...Shut up, Nathan." Even though he worried, I could feel his body shifting as his tail wagged back and forth. I knew he wanted it, but more so, I knew I did, too. He likely couldn't see it, but every time I changed positions even slightly, I felt ever so keenly a rush of sensation through my loins, sensitive flesh pressing and rubbing against the soft inner lining of my sweatpants. I wanted it bad, and he wouldn't be convincing me otherwise.

He stopped talking, for once, so I took the opportunity to press my muzzle against his groin, wrapping my arms around his waist. I could feel some swelling underneath those jeans, but he was probably too worried to really get into it. So, I thought, why not help him out a little? I brought my paws around to his front and started fumbling with the button--the one single obstacle separating me from seeing, feeling, tasting whatever he'd been hiding under there. I was never the most sexually driven, so I'd always turned him down when he asked for it, but this time... This time was a little different.

"I-I said shut up," I reminded, hearing laughter from above as I struggled to unfasten that pesky button. He didn't apologize, but when I finally felt it come loose, he gave the top of my head a gentle pat and rub. What an ass.

I pulled his jeans down carefully, and immediately I was greeted with an enlarged lump of a white-furred sheath, topped off with a little peak of red at its tip. The pungent scent of arousal spread through the air; I took a deep breath, swallowed around a lump in my throat.

"You good?" he asked--his paw had never left my head.

"Yeah." His jeans fell to the floor as I rested my paws on his hips, pulling myself forward. I pressed the tip of my nose to the tip of his partially exposed length, exhaling a purr, shifting as my shaft throbbed inside my pants. "You naughty dog..."

"Interesting word choice," Nathan quipped with a laugh. I wasn't impressed--but I was too horny to be impressed, just as I was too horny to question what had just come out of my mouth.

His scent alone was enough to drive me wild, but I didn't finally say yes just to get a quick whiff. I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang loose, slowly lifting my head until I felt contact with the warm, foreign flesh in front of me. I tried to be gentle at first--feline tongues aren't exactly known for being soft--as I licked slowly at his tip, taking in the overpowering taste bit by bit. This, combined with Nathan's quiet grunting as I did my exploring, had me twitching underneath my sweatpants. He was growing pretty quickly, too.

Before too long, there was more than enough length for me to let it slip into my open maw. In a matter of moments, his musk invaded my senses, driving me further down his growing shaft. I couldn't help but purr as I suckled, drawing him out, even prompting him to thrust against my probing tongue. Of course, I couldn't take more than a few inches at once, but he was careful, and I was far too involved to complain if he went too far.

My paws were soon to join in exploration, gently rubbing Nathan's sheath and sac, drawing out yet more pleasured groans from his lips. I felt a slight bulge at his base--his sheath had fallen back to give some space to the enlarged flesh. I pulled back and took a breath, tracing his newly-formed knot with a pair of careful fingers as I watched him throb in my grip. It was easily twice his girth, and there was no way it'd fit inside my mouth. Or anywhere else, for that matter. "And...Sarah never complained about this?" I mused to myself. Nathan chuckled awkwardly.

"She was, uh...probably used to it," he considered. "Do you still wanna-... I mean, you know, if this is weird for you I'll understand." He started scratching behind my ears; I'd stopped shaking, mostly, but the poor mutt still worried. Even if I didn't need it, it felt nice.

"Just shut up, okay?" I instructed, again, taking him into my maw once again. This time, I could be a little more confident that I knew what I was doing, at least; I started rubbing my crotch as I went--not enough to get me off, although that would've been fairly easy, but just enough to make me want him even more. My pace had grown quicker, more confident, but also, more desperate. His scent and taste filled my mouth and covered my tongue, but I wanted more, and if that knot wasn't going to fit anywhere, I'd still get some use out of it. In a fit of blind sexual desire, I cupped his knot with a wandering paw, holding it much like one would hold a glass of fine wine--except it wasn't wine, it was a mutt, and as I held him in my grip, I tugged him towards my muzzle, sucking hard. I heard him moaning and whining above me, but I had to admit he was cute--I didn't want to stop.

"H-hey, Jase. I'm gettin' kinda..." he warned, grabbing hold of me by the scruff of my neck and pushing me down along his shaft. For being so worried mere minutes prior, he'd stopped holding back.

In response, I could only murmur against his length, closing my eyes as a few stray drips of precum leaked on my tongue. He tried to buck and thrust, but I held that knot in a firm, controlling grip, keeping him right where he was as I bobbed along his length.

It wasn't long before once again I heard my name uttered amidst a series of weak grunts and groans. Nathan's body had stiffened up, his cock pulsing and throbbing against my tongue as he unloaded ropes of warm, musky seed, the overpowering taste quickly filling my maw. I swallowed multiple times as I continued suckling and sliding over his sensitive shaft, causing him to whine and moan; he tried to pull me away, but I held him there. At least until that knot went down, he was mine.

Slowly, after I was reasonably convinced I'd drained the cum from his shaft, I backed off and looked up, watching him pant as those brown eyes stared right back down at me. "So," I began, "how long until you can handle a round two?" I gave that knot a firm squeeze, licking my lips. I still had a pressing matter of my own to deal with, after all.

He barked quietly when I did so, and cast down an awkward smile. "Uh, y-you know... Give it about ten minutes. Sorry." Having released his grip on my neck, he scratched lovingly at the top of my head, drawing out an involuntary purr. "I didn't mean to forget about you."

"It's okay," I assured, leaning in, teasing his flesh with my whiskers, getting some quiet laughter out of him. "I've kept you waiting, and...we still have all night."

* * *

"Ugh... Why did I write about this?" I folded my arms atop my desk and let my head fall into their embrace. "Why, why..."

Standing just over my shoulder, Nathan laughed and rubbed my back. My laptop was open to one of many unpublished stories of mine--this time, a retelling of the first truly intimate moments he and I shared. "Hey, it's pretty accurate," he said, "though I don't remember making a knot joke... Did- did I really?"

"Yes," I groaned in disgust. "It was embarrassing."

"Sorry," he replied in that carefree tone that suggested he wasn't really sorry. "You know, you should post this somewhere."

"What? No way, I can already see the headlines... The last thing I need is a media scandal."

"Jeez, not under your name, of course. But, you know, they have forums for this stuff, right?" Nathan mused, worming his paw underneath my shirt in order to more easily scratch my back. "You'd just use some sort of...alternate pen name, yeah? It can't be that hard, and people would enjoy it."

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath, arching my back against his claws as a purr rolled in my chest. "...I'll think about it."