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Core's Opportunity - Chapter 26 by Zmeydros

Looping around to drive back through the airport terminal, Core grips his steering wheel tightly. There's a stalled car on the side of the road right near where people would switch lanes to go to "arrivals" or "departures" and the traffic is utterly chaotic. He didn't see Petra the first time he went through, but she'd just called him and said she had her bags.

This time, he sees her standing next to a concrete pillar with a firm grip on her pink and black bunny-patterned rolling suitcase. Her silver rain drop earrings twinkle with reflected light from the constant stream of headlights.

Her smile stretches across her face becoming a full-blown grin as he pulls up. When he gets out to help with her bag, she leaves her bag behind and captures him in a hug before giving him a greedy kiss. Her tongue enters his mouth and he blushes kissing back.

Just as he feels her sheath swell against his crotch, she lets him go and says, "Sorry, I've been thinking about kissing you ever since I got off the plane."

He chuckles. "It's fine," he says as he puts her bag in the trunk. When he gets back in the car, she's buckling herself in.

Once he's got his seatbelt on, he says, "Do you want to go back to my place and drop your stuff off first or or would you like to grab dinner on the way?"

"Last time I ate was breakfast and I'm starving," she says. "I don't know if it's the smell of the jet fuel, the smell of the bathrooms, or the scent of all those people in close proximity, but I feel sick to my stomach when I think about eating in an airport."

"I've gotten lucky a couple times, but it's usually pretty lousy..." He changes lanes preparing to get on the highway. "Can you find us a place to eat on the way? My apartment isn't far from Millie's Menagerie so you could just get directions to there and look along that route."

"Sure! I'm in the mood for Mediterranean, that sound good?"

"Yeah!"

A few minutes later, she says, "Okay, take the exit after this next one and then take a left and go under the highway."

After following her directions, they're in the parking lot of a strip mall that's just off the highway. The restaurant has a green and blue neon sign with fancy yellow lettering that's artistically askew. He doesn't pay attention to the name, or anything else as they walk up because Petra is holding his hand and his eyes keep getting drawn to her smiling face and amazing curves.

The interior of the restaurant is lit by purple-tinged light and has false stone covering the walls. The gryphon behind the podium says, "Good evening. Table for two?"

Petra nods. "Yes, please."

"Follow me." The gryphon takes a dry-erase pen and circles a table on the seat map at the podium and leads them back to the far corner. Alcoves in the walls their table is nestled against are holding ornate pottery.

The gryphon says, "Someone will be right with you," and heads back to the front.

There's a bench that fits right into the corner with two chairs opposing it. They sit on the bench with their thighs touching.

"Well, this place is romantic," Core says.

"It's even better than the pictures!"

"Was it this dark in the pictures?" he asks.

"No, actually, I think they would have had trouble taking pictures if it was this dim." She leans in and says quietly, "If it was much darker in here, we could fuck on the table and no one would notice."

He fidgets as he gets a rush of heat between his legs. Now she's done it, he's thinking about what they're going to do after dinner.

A llama waiter walks up to their table providing a welcome distraction. He's got wide gold-rimmed glasses and a matching nose ring that go perfectly with his buff-colored fur. He hands them menus, drinks section facing them, "Hello, my name is Arnie. What can I get you to drink this evening?"

Petra says, "I'd like a cup of Moroccan mint tea."

"I've never had that," Core says.

"Oh? It's super good!" Petra says.

"I'll try it, then."

"I'll be back with a pot for you to share shortly." Arnie says before heading to the back.

Petra looks at her menu for less than thirty seconds before setting it aside. A couple minutes later, after Core sets his down, she asks, "How's your week been?"

"Very busy, Victoria and I worked to get ahead on things so my days off wouldn't put us behind and I did a bunch of schoolwork and I spent the rest of my time on some magic research."

"Ooh! What kind of research?" She leans on his shoulder.

He puts his arm around her. "Portals."

"Whoa! Like, so I don't have to take a plane to visit you?"

"Well, I thought that might work at first, but portals big enough to fit a person take way too much energy." He shrugs.

"Aww, that sucks. Could you make one big enough to fit our hands through? Just holding hands would be nice."

"I thought you were going to say we should stick something else through."

"I'm being good since we're in a restaurant."

"You don't have to be good." He grins.

She looks at his grin and then licks her lips. "Oh, you are just asking for it, aren't you?"

"I'm not asking for anything." He puts on his best innocent expression.

Petra is interrupted by the tea arriving.

"Here you are." Arnie sets a cup and saucer in front of each of them before putting a little hexagonal metal tea pot on the table. "Are you ready to order?"

"I'd like the Kebab sampler plate with rice, please," Petra says.

"Could I get the lamb gyro platter?" Core says.

"With rice or fries?" Arnie asks.

"With rice, please," Core says.

Arnie nods. "I'll go put your orders in."

"Just one moment," Core says and turns to Petra. "You said you were really hungry, do you want to get an appetizer?"

Petra shakes her head. "I'm saving room for dessert."

Pulling a small faux leather booklet out of his apron, Arnie says,"Here's a dessert menu. If you tell me what you'd like when I bring your food, I'll have it ready for you when it comes time for dessert."

"That sounds lovely," Petra says. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome. Can I get you anything else?" he asks.

"A glass of water, maybe? I'm pretty thirsty from my flight still," Petra says.

"I'll be right back with glasses and a pitcher," he says.

After they both thank him, he heads off to the kitchen.

Core tries his tea finding it sweet and minty and good, but too hot. His tail wags happily at the scent as he holds it under his nose.

"Good, huh?" Petra says.

He nods. "Yes, it's soothing."

"You're going to need it," Petra says before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Because I'm about to be very naughty."

He blushes as he sets his cup down.

She crosses her leg over his. There's few people in the restaurant since it's not quite dinner time. Her eyes scan the room for a moment before she moves her muzzle in and takes a slow lick from his collar bone to just below his ear.

Her comb-like hybrid forked tongue makes him shiver and squirm in his seat.

She murrs. "When we get back to your place, I'm going to stuff you so full your tummy will round out."

He has to concentrate to keep his tapered length in its sheath while his pussy gets very warm and wet.

When the waiter appears, Petra deftly repositions herself so he'll be none the wiser. He sets a pitcher of water and two glasses down. "I'll be back with your food in ten minutes or so." He dashes off to another table.

Core sips his tea finding it the perfect temperature. They get through about half their tea before Petra sets hers down. She puts her tail around him and grabs his free paw before placing it on her shirt just above the hem of her pants. "I bet you've been thinking about this all day."

Under his paw is her throbbing length. He can count his heartbeats as he feels her massive prick move under her shirt sliding further and further up her belly. He squirms in his seat as his shaft starts making a bulge in his jeans by pressing down the side of his leg.

He tries to say something, but her paw finding his erection makes him gasp and straighten. Completely at her mercy, he hopes that no one's going to notice what they're doing.

She skillfully undoes his belt with her paw and then unbuttons his jeans. Her tail dives into his pants and reaches down under his balls as she gives him a kiss. Trailing her tail tip over his desperate snatch, she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He gets so hot that he starts panting through his nose. His hips buck against her as she presses inside and he spreads his legs out of instinct.

She pushes in further and further stretching him open as he struggles not to moan loud enough to draw attention from the other diners. It's been a long time since he's had someone else's hot flesh inside him. He's blushing madly, he's getting tail fucked right in the middle of a restaurant!

A cocktail of embarrassment, adrenaline, and arousal rockets him toward his sweet release. The more he thinks about the fact that he shouldn't cum, the more he can't help it. Then, just at the edge of a huge orgasm, he lets loose a loud moan that's only partially muffled by their kissing.

Lazily pulling her tail out of him, Petra says, "Was that naughty enough?"

He can't speak, he's busy trying not to cum from the sensation of her scales sliding out of him and rubbing against his clit.

As she zips and buttons his pants, he says, "I almost..." he can't finish that sentence.

"Came?" She secures his belt and then lewdly licks off the end of her tail saying, "Mmm."

"Uh huh." His blush burns under his fur as he watches her clean his juices off her tail.

"I could tell." She leans forward on the table, grabs his wrist, and coaxes his paw under her shirt so he can feel her ridged dragon member under his paw pads. He gulps as he feels the heat of her shaft warm his paw.

He bites his lip and clenches his legs together as he gets even wetter. She kisses him playfully before letting go of his wrist.

Reluctantly pulling away, he says, "We better stop."

"Agreed." She nods. "Or I'm gonna make a mess we can't hide."

"Me too."

"Did I go too far?" She looks him in the eye.

"Maybe a little?" He grins feeling embarrassed, aroused, and very alive.

"Heh." After taking a few deep breaths leaning on her elbows, she says, "Just trying to calm down enough so when I lean back there won't be a huge bulge in my shirt."

"I could sit in your lap to hide it." He smirks. It's her turn to feel embarrassingly aroused.

"It would never go away, then." She chuckles. "And can you imagine us trying to eat dinner while you're sitting in my lap?"

"Hmm, if I just hopped on your cock, I could hide it inside of me until you came and then it would go down just fine."

"Not helping."

He chuckles.

"Got any fun projects at school this semester?" she asks.

After a few minutes talking about school, both of them are calmed down enough to lean back in their seats and relax. As they finish their tea, the food arrives.

Core shares some of his platter with her and she shares some of her kebabs with him. The food is good enough that they devour it without much conversation. They order baklava they have for dessert is so flaky and crisp it makes a satisfying crunch as they cut it with their forks.

Once they're done, Arnie arrives at the table with the check on a little plastic tray. "No rush."

"I'll get it." Core pulls out his wallet and tosses his credit card into the tray.

"You don't have to," she says.

"It's fine, you paid for the plane ticket." He smiles.

She kisses him on the cheek. "Thanks."

His tail wags. "No problem."

After going over to a kiosk near the kitchen, Arnie comes back and Core signs the receipt leaving a nice big tip for Arnie.

They rush out of the restaurant and hop in the car. Petra says, "Can't wait till we get back to your place. I'm gonna take a shower to get the airport and plane smell out of my fur and then I'm going to stuff you like a proper fox slut."

He starts getting hard and wet immediately. "I wish I could make the whole portal thing work."

"Me too!" She says.

Pulling out of his parking spot, he heads under the highway and turns onto the on ramp.

Petra fidgets as he accelerates onto the highway.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

"I'm hard as diamond under my jacket," she replies.

"Good thing you wore stretchy pants," he says.

"Tell me about it. I'd have to ride in the car bottomless if I had jeans like yours on."

"Yeah, things are a bit tight."

"When we get there, let's just leave my bag in the trunk. I won't need anything from it until after we do sexy fun stuff."

"Things are tighter now," he complains.

"Got a music station you like? Maybe that would distract you? I don't want you getting so stiff down your pant leg that you can't hit the breaks if you need to."

"I have a CD of Final Fantasy music in the glove compartment."

"That sounds perfect!" She opens the glove compartment and pulls out the CD before putting it in Core's ancient car stereo.

As the moody highly-melodic music pours out of his speakers, Core focuses on driving. Butterflies in his stomach accompany his immense arousal. He's minutes away from doing something he's never done before. Months of training his pussy, months of seeing Petra cum on camera, and months of wanting to take the place of the condoms she filled have put his excitement and expectation so high that he deeply needs it to happen. Needs to have his girlfriend inside him.

Once they're at Millie's apartment complex, Core follows close behind Petra so no one see's the bulge running along his furry thigh. If it wasn't so tight in his pants, he'd be even harder.

After he hands his fob to Petra and she steps inside the door, he says, "I'm on the third floor, right side, at the end of the hall."

"Doing okay back there, foxy?" she asks.

"Need to get these pants off," he says wincing as his cock throbs and tries to push out further.

"Okay, just hang on another minute or two," she says taking the stairs.

The closer they get to his door, the hotter he feels. It seems like ages before they're in front of his door. Panting, shivering with desire and pain, he pulls out his keys and unlocks his door.

Before he can even close his door, Petra is stripping out of her clothes. She tosses them onto the kitchen floor one-by-one. As she does this, he watches her exquisite chubby body. The moment the door's closed and locked, he undoes his belt and drops his pants and boxers. He sighs in relief as his prick comes out the rest of the way.

Petra kneels in front of him and licks his length from base to tip before saying, "Been wanting to do that for months."

He looks down at her full breasts, the orange scales on her eye brows, and her cute little horns. "You're beautiful."

"So are you." She reaches her long tongue up and under his balls and drags it across his pussy.

"Gah!" he cries out as bliss radiates out from his pussy.

She stands up and kisses him sharing his flavor. When she breaks the kiss, she says, "I missed your taste so much!"

"My turn!" Blushing, he gets on his knees. Her tingly musky shaft makes him murr as he holds it in his paws and licks at it.

She pres in his mouth and stomps her feet in ecstasy. He nuzzles behind her balls and laps at her pussy with his long canine tongue. She's sweet, better than the baklava they had at the restaurant.

Saying, "No fair, I only got one lick of each," she pulls his head away from her crotch. "How about you get yourself warmed up with a toy while I'm in the shower?"

"Sure!" His tail wags.

"No cumming till I get there, understood?"

He nods. "Same to you."

She holds out her pinky. "Pinky promise?"

He hooks her pinky with his chuckling. "Pinky promise."

She takes her hand back. "Okay, now, where's your shower?"

He leads her to the shower and gets her a towel. One she steps in, he dashes into his bedroom and grabs the largest toy which is modeled after an equine prick and just about Petra's size. After tossing his shirt off to the side, he lays on his back and eases it in. His yips and moans echo throughout the room. When he's gotten to the last fourth, he feels pretty full. His walls feel taught, his ears are tingling, and he's so ready for her!

Every millimeter he puts in stretches his opening more, puts him closer to an orgasm he's been waiting for ever since he picked up Petra. Pausing, taking deep breaths, concentrating, he nearly gets the rest in. But then he's stuck. It feels like anything he does, any movement will put him over the edge. So, he just leaves it inside him and relaxes enjoying that feeling of fullness.

Petra's voice from the other side of the room draws his eyes. Fully hard, strutting toward him, she says, "It's time for the real thing."