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It was after hours, and I had a mess to clean up. Some students had come into my library and pulled out volumes of volumes and chucked them all about. Well... they were very respectful, I may have just been a little upset that I was stuck so late reorganizing the shelves. I was tired, not nearly as young as I used to be, and my hooves were killing me.

I finished my trolley placing volume 3 of the Talingot Accounts back on the shelf between its sisters, volumes 2 and... 5. That was odd, I swore I had just put volume 4 on the shelf not ten minutes earlier. I snorted in frustration, obviously too tired to remember but decided to check around for missed books.

To my surprise one of the students was still present, a much smaller stack of books present at his side. He had the volume in question spread open, copying text to his notebook. I huffed and trotted over to the boy. If it weren't for the carpet, I probably would have sounded a lot more intimidating, as it was, he didn't even notice until I was directly above him.

"Excuse me!" I half shouted.

"Quiet," the boy purred, "This is a library."

I felt my face heat up. The nerve of this kid!

As he continued to study, I sized him up. A lion, mane still growing in, his muscles though were hard and athletic. He was honestly working, and doing so at a respectable pace. His mouth turned to a smirk as he realized what I was doing.

"The library is closed," I huffed, "You can come back tomorrow."

He continued working, ignoring me. His smirk turning into a nasty grin that made my mane stand on end.

"If you needed more time," I continued, "You could have checked the book out."

"Done," He stated, closing the book and proceeding to stash his notebook.

He stood from his chair abruptly, and I suddenly realized he was head and shoulders taller than me. I'm not exactly lithe after three fillies, but he probably outweighed me by a considerable degree. It was all muscle, his abs rock hard and visible under the tight athletic tee he was wearing. He noticed me looking and showed me his sharp, predatory fangs.

I tried to berate him for keeping me so late, but the words wouldn't come, so I hurried to collect the books off the table. He stood in my way, forcing me to lean past him, brushing my breasts against the table. I could feel his eyes on me as I scrambled for the loose books.

A strong hand found the dip of my back and pressed me to the table. I felt him take position behind me before leaning down to my ear. He didn't say anything. Instead he traced his other hand slide down the arc of my flank. My body locked up, fear perhaps, as I tried to think of the proper response.

He pressed his nose to the back of my neck and drew in my aroma. He made a deep sound of approval, before letting out a hot breath on my right ear. I felt my knees buckle as I imagined the things he wanted to do to me, pleasures I hadn't partaken in for so long. If he stopped right there I would know my stallion at home would have a good evening.

The student nibbled at my ear and took my rump in a firm grip. I struggled not to shudder at his touch as he let his other hand trail around to my belly. My body twisted under his advances, my shirt coming unbuttoned slowly. His claws snaked into my bra, I gasped as he went straight for the nipple.

I tried to will myself to buck him off me, but all I could bring myself to do was say, "I'm married."

He let out a low growl into my ear which shook me more than anything else, "You can say 'no'."

He stayed still for a moment, my body aching for him to continue. I tried to comply, to tell him I didn't want this. There are some lies you simply cannot even attempt.

He continued to nuzzle, and a pain of desire and need flushed through me like a bursting dam. I needed this, I deserved this. But another feeling grabbed hold of me. Guilt.

He tried to grope and probe me further. He pulled up my skirt and traced his claw around my unmentionables. But I was no longer responsive to his touch. He grabbed my breast tight and pulled me close into his tight chest. I just hung limp.

He stopped, rather sheepishly, and stood up, "Uh... you're serious, aren't you?"

I sighed, collected myself, and stood up next to him, "Q-quite serious."

The boy's eyes scanned the ceiling. I felt mine widen as well, I hadn't even thought of security cameras. I was going to have trouble explaining this if we were caught.

"I'm really sorry," he stated, "I just really like you and I thought you were into it," and then the idiot blurted out, "You're all I think about when I masturbate."

"That's very arousing," I scolded him in a tone I reserve for when students tear the spines off my books, "I will be think of you when I fuck my husband tonight, but I will never have another man," I got right in his face and added, "Do you understand me?"

His face was flush equal parts with confusion and arousal, "No. I really don't."

I thought about what I said, and agreed with him, but did not let it alter my tone, "Get out of my sight."

The lion rushed off cupping his erection, then returned for his book bag and rushed off again. I just stood there, clothing still in disarray, breath heated. I knew my stallion wasn't going to take me like that, but I needed it.

If there was a speed limit on the road to my house, there were no police around to enforce it. I burst through the front door, a murderous matron of the night. I stomped into the kitchen hooves clicking powerfully on the wood floor. I turned the corner to see my fat, lazy husband.

I paused, the smell of fresh pasta finally registering. Other smells too, he probably baked the bread they were eating from scratch. He had been concerned about me staying late, and now I knew why. He was always doing this, a wonderful chef and loving father... but that didn't change things.

I clicked my hooves as I sauntered to him in as aggressively sultry a manner as I could, "You," I barked, "You are going to bend me over the kitchen table and fuck me!"

His eyes grew wide with surprise, but the tent in his pants told the rest of the story.

"This kitchen table?" I heard our daughter's voice to the side.

I scowled. It slowly turned into a wince. I turned on our youngest, still in high school and tossed her my car keys. I quickly rummaged through my purse and pulled forty dollars from my wallet and resisted the urge to throw it in her face.

"What's this for?" She asked, cream sauce still splattered on her lips.

"I don't care!" I shouted, took a deep breath and tried futilely to hide the frustration in my voice, "Just give us some space for the next two hours."

She stood up, cautiously added some extra pasta to her plate and took it outside, closing the front door I left open.

"What happened?" My husband sounded like I was about to murder him. I married an intelligent man.

I pulled his chair out from the table, and got in his face, "I am in heat, and it has been so long," His face drooped, "A student noticed, he tried to seduce me."

He stood up pushing me back with rough force, "What?"

I continued, voice tense, "He held me down and showed me how much he wanted me," my words twisted his face into a cold anger, "He toyed with me and challenged me to say 'no' to that." My husband bared his teeth to that, "I was so turned on I couldn't."

"You," his anger parted after a single word, the gentle soul, "cheated on me?"

"No!" I got in his face again, "I kicked him off," close enough to true, "because I love you."

I kissed him hard, but his heart wasn't in it. His dick was painfully erect in his pants, but he was confused. I silently berated myself for not saying 'there's no time to explain' and hoping for the best.

He broke from the kiss and looked at the table, "there's food all on the table, can't this wait until after dinner?"

I stared in disbelief. I threw myself at him and this was his response? I turned to stomp off, but his hand found my shoulder and gripped hard. He turned me around without much effort, and looked at me appraisingly A coy smile formed on his face. He stood over me for a moment, his eyebrow raised.

"Beg me," he commanded.

I huffed out a breath and turned to stomp out again. I wasn't going to put up with this. If that's the way he was going to be, I had a rubber proxy that could satisfy me. I might spring for the spiky cat one.

He pulled me back by the shoulders again. This time not stopping until my back was against his chest. I felt his hands feel up my chest, resting idly. He positioned his groin so that I'd be aware of his manhood on my rump, but he was doing nothing with it. He let out a breath of warm air into my ear, just like the lion had. He squeezed my breasts, knowing my body better than I could myself. I melted into him and let him do whatever he wanted.

"Tell me about this kid," he whinnied.

I started describing the boy, youthful mane, his perfect muscles, his cocky attitude. I hated to admit it, but I loved the way he talked to me. Something about it just drove me...

He taunted me, "And you want me to fuck you while you imagine it's him. You want me to call you Mrs. Print while I take you from behind."

"Gods yes," I moaned.

He forced me down onto the dinner table, my hand landed in something soft and squishy. His weight on my back made me forget about the mess we were creating. He lifted my skirt with rugged bravado and gave me a painful slap with all his strength. I squealed, the excitement rushing down my legs chasing the pain. I breathed heavily, knowing what came next. I lifted my tail, ready for him to take me. He didn't.

"I'm not going to," he growled.

I felt my face heat up, "What?"

He pressed his hand into my spine as he unzipped his pants, "You're not going to think if him. Not tonight."

"I, uh..." was about to explain how hard that'd be, but he interrupted.

"For the next two hours," he gave a deep rumbling chuckle, "You're my broodmare."

Two hours? My legs quivered at the thought.

I felt him line up his shaft with my ass, letting it fall between my cheeks. He stood there, knowing how much I needed him, and if his massive erection was any indication, how much he needed me. I longed for him, but he did nothing.

"Beg me," he repeated.

"You bast-"

He interrupted me by sliding the flare of his cock over my wet pussy. My breath caught so suddenly I forgot what I was going to say. The cold air on my empty wetness brought me frustration, how could he be so cruel.

"Beg me."

I felt my breathing hasten. I needed him so much. I tried to tell him, but the words were stuck in my throat. His dick was so close, hovering over me less than an inch away. He knew I needed him.

"Please," I begged, knowing that would be enough.

It wasn't. He stood motionless above me, letting me squirm under his strong arm he pinned me with. I needed him, why was he doing this.

"Please," I shouted, "Take me. Give me another of your wonderful fi-"

He thrust in hard, bottoming out immediately. I screamed in delight as my stud claimed me. My body was so charged with the first thrust, it took my mind time to process that he wasted no time. His need was so great, he pounded into me with a unbridled fury.

Plates clattered around me and I couldn't care, as I searched for something to grab onto. He grabbed me by each arm and twisted them behind my back, never missing a beat. He repinned me, my arms now held with me, his free hand available to slap me in the ass.

He whinnied proudly, as I moaned in pleasure. My rising orgasm reaching me well before his. He continued to pound me for a delightful eternity, never wavering, making good on his promised two hours. I rewarded him by making sure the whole neighborhood knew of his conquest. He rammed himself hard into me and filled me with his potent seed.

He collapsed upon me, grinning his dorky little grin, "so did I take your mind off that kid?"

My heart still racing, I groaned in something other than pleasure, "I'm sorry, he caught me off guard and I froze up. I stopped it as soon as I could."

His eyes widened again, "There was actually a kid? I thought you made him up."

He stood, pulling himself out of me, cum gushing onto the floor. I moaned. I can't resist, I don't know why, but the feeling of being left gaping is just so arousing. I shook my ass in his direction to see if he was up for another round.

He slapped my ass playfully, it hurt anyways, "I guess next time I roleplay the student, I'll be the dom."

"I'd..." I tried lifting myself up, but my legs seemed to be made of jelly, "I'd like that."

He laughed, "but seriously it has only been five days since we last had sex."

I tried again to get up, no good, "But I was on top last time..." I pointed out, "Before that it was me with the strap on, and before that I seduced you in the shower." At risk of sounding like I was whining I stated, "You know I prefer it when you take charge."

"Geez," he stated, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

The last time he said that he ambushed me on my way home from work and had his way with me on campus. I licked my lips in anticipation, but I was able to stand again, so I did.

I took a moment look at the mess. There was pasta and sauce on the walls. Some was on my arm, slimy and lukewarm now that I noticed. I tried it. It was absolutely delicious.

"There's more on the stove," he stated.

I sighed in relief and started to make my plate.

"Hold on," he pulled me back, "For the next..." he check his phone's clock, "forty seven minutes, you're still mine."

My tail lifted in excitement.

"Clean up this mess," he commanded.

I looked at it, and back at him. It was my idea to fuck on the table, after all. Then I looked at him and laughed, "Fuck you," I pointed out, "You started dinner without me."

"Drats," He snapped his fingers in defeat, "I thought I could get away with that."