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"Your breakfast has arrived. Get up."

The otter squinted at his phone screen, reading the text over again. Breakfast...? But, then, he again glanced at the contact name and icon beside it: it had come from his lioness friend, Myr.

_Oh. Oh! That's right._Suddenly worried that he had slept in too late, he pulled himself out of bed and got dressed, even while knowing full well that some of that clothing might come right back off within a few minutes. The two had been planning this little shared indulgence for the past three weeks, having to bounce around mismatched work schedules and other obligations. He had actually had some trouble getting to sleep last night what with all sorts of thoughts and ideas and scenarios bouncing through his head, wondering about what he had to look forward to come the next morning... and, now, it was time.

He checked himself in the mirror for a second and then bustled down the hall, coming to the entryway just in time to catch the tail end of her series of knocks. "It's been quite a while since your tongue has had a workout, hasn't it," had been her text those weeks ago that led to today's arrangement; the otter couldn't help but wonder, paw moving to flick the door's lock and turn the handle, if that was all she had planned. Myr had received a strap-on for a gift a while ago and hadn't yet had a chance to use it on him.

The lioness stood just beyond the otter, arm still raised to start knocking again, looking as fine as always in a pair of sport shorts and a t-shirt, with a cloth bag hooked over her other shoulder. Cool violet eyes flicked down to him, and her short muzzle showed a glimmer of a smile against his bright grin.

"If I'd known you were gonna be sleeping in like this..." Myr let her arm fall. "Then I wouldn't have gotten up early myself." Then, without waiting for the otter to speak, she closed the distance between them and swept him up in her arms into a tight hug. "Hey, Lukas. Good to see you."

Lukas squirmed in her grip, the side of his muzzle smushed quite firmly against her chest. His breath washed warmly out over squished fur and fabric, the thinner of her shirt and slightly thicker of her bra underneath - and wondered, for likely the fourth time in the past twenty-four hours, whether she would have him work his tongue here, too. The last time had been with his maw focusing on one breast while their vixen friend did the same, and probably more deftly, to the other.

"'Early'?" he said, bringing his own arms up to wrap around her as well. Myr released him a bit; he grinned up at her. "It's eleven."

"Yeah." Then she grinned as well, showing sharp predator's teeth. One of her paws came up to tousle Lukas's headfur, the sensation of her short claws sliding along his skin making his ears flick. Myr slid past him and into the house without waiting for an invitation. "It's also Saturday. So we're doing this right here in the living room, right? My legs are tired and I'm ready to sit down, either on a couch or on a face."

The otter turned to close and lock the door again, his little ears flicking back to the sound of Myr placing her bag down on the coffee table. It seemed like she certainly _had_brought more than just herself; there was some rummaging and rattling, the sound of her setting something on the table, and then when he turned to come towards her-

"Catch."

Something of long, sturdy woven cloth sailed across the room, one part of it smacking into his chest and surprised paws while the long tail of it whipped around and coiled slowly around his body. It didn't take Lukas long to realize that this was the leash that she had had on him last time she had come over, though the collar was new - and what a time _that_and been. A bit flustered, the otter slowed to a stop a short distance from the table and looked at Myr.

Her shirt was already halfway off. The lioness finished with that and tossed it over the arm of the couch, then reached back to do the same for her bra. "Put that on," the lioness said - and then breathed a sigh of relief once that bra fell forward, clasp undone. She pulled it away and let her heavy breasts drop down into view, hefting each one in turn before tossing the bra away as well. "Had to get a replacement since the smell stuck in the other one too strongly. I almost got you one of those cute spiked ones, but..."

Lukas fiddled with the collar for a moment, then snapped it into place. He held the leash loose in one paw as he continued his approach. "But you really like to squeeze my head between your thighs."

"Bingo." The lioness leaned back on the couch and rested one leg across the table, using the angle to push it across the floor a bit. "Now c'mere. I've been waiting for this for, like, a month."

Lukas had too, honestly; last night certainly hadn't been the only time he'd brought up those thoughts and ideas. Eagerly, obediently, he crossed the floor, stepped over into the space opened up between the couch and table, and dropped down to his knees there, looking up past Myr's breasts towards her muzzle. The lioness reached down to hook his leash over a pair of fingers, then ran her paw towards herself to take the end - and wrapped it over once, twice, a third, a fourth time, with this last one giving a firm tug that pulled the otter forward so that his chest bumped against the edge of the couch cushion.

He leaned in and lightly touched his lips to the front of her shorts. Then, without moving his muzzle: "So, what's on the menu today?"

"I wanna get off." Myr slid her fingers of her other paw beneath the waistband of those shirts, lifting them up; Lukas took the cue and took the task from her, leaning back as he started to slide them off her legs. The angle was a little bit difficult, especially with him between her knees, but before she finished speaking he already had them around her ankles. "And, also, I wanna try out the strap-on I brought..."

Lukas licked his lips, looking up at her again, and leaned forward. This time he touched his lips and nose directly to her panties, feeling the delicious warmth beneath. "I don't think you'll be the one trying it out," he breathed; the leash tightened, pulling him in more firmly. He raised his muzzle a little bit and nipped the hem of her panties between his lips.

"You're right." The lioness's paw came back down to rub between his ears. "You will."

He let out a soft rumble, sliding his thumbs up along her legs to catch underneath her panties as well, and continued pulling down from there. These he left halfway to her knees, giving him enough space to lean back in, to touch his nose right beneath her belly button, to breathe her gentle scent - she had showered this morning; he could pick up the faint touch of shampoo in her fur - and then to purse his lips right there over her clit, still mostly hidden beneath the soft skin.

Myr liked that, he knew. The two had had several arrangements in the past to explore that; the otter brought one of his thumbs in, careful to run the pad along her sensitive flesh, and spread one side of her lips to the side so that he could let his tongue flick out and curl up beneath her clit, then do so again, and a third time, and then swirl gently around it. The lioness shivered, relaxed further against the couch, and gave his leash another tug all at once.

For a moment he brought his tongue back into his maw and took the opportunity to run the pad of his thumb over that same spot. Then, keeping his ears perked to her little sighs and gasps, he moved down a little further and continued, eyes closed and muzzle buried in its place between her thighs. A familiar and enjoyable spot for both of them, to be certain: often for days after one of their hookups Lukas would think back and enjoy the memories, the feel of her lips against his, the subtle taste clinging to his tongue and the back of his throat, the slickness dripping down his chin and soaking into his fur.

Sometimes it was _more_than just the natural slickness of her arousal. One time a few months ago Myr had had him just like this, and after some extended teasing and grinding and rubbing she had hunched over his head, squeezed him between her thighs, kept him pulled down with both paws, and gasped, grunted, squeezed... and painted his muzzle, neck, and chest with a few fast sprays at the peak of her climax. He had found out later that it had stained both the side of the bed as well as the shirt he'd worn.

Lukas shifted his muzzle back up, sliding his tongue between her lips to swirl along her clit again, and started to circle in with a pair of fingers further down. The lioness tensed up against the wandering touch and the pressure starting to sink up into her, but then sighed again and let him slide in up to the knuckle.

Above him, Myr squirmed again. The otter flicked his eyes up: the paw not holding his leash now cupped and squeezed one of her breasts. "Come_on,_ Lukas..." she breathed; another tug of the leash followed, burying his lips and nose in warm wet flesh. "I've felt that tongue before. Show me what you can do."

With his one paw busy pressing those fingers deeper into her and pulling slowly back out, the otter brought his other up as well to spread her again and dig his muzzle right back in. Again and again he pursed his lips against her, suckling gently, pulling in hungry breaths in the spaces between his licks; when he felt his jaw beginning to twinge he shifted up to focus at her clit again, resuming the side-to-side and all-around of his tongue, curling up underneath and dragging across.

The lioness had one leg resting over his shoulder and the table behind him, and through that leg Lukas could feel her tension and growing pleasure. That wasn't the only sign of it, though: Myr had never been particularly quiet, and especially now with a pair of fingers pressing against her and a tongue slipping and swirling and lapping between her lips and over her clit, Lukas was kept well aware.

The sticky wetness around his maw, the slight ache at the base of his jaw, the twitching tightness of his own pants, the way the lioness gasped and jerked and sat up a little bit, bringing her leg down so she could lean over his working muzzle... he took another breath, knowing she would trap him down there before long, and dove back into it as though he had just begun. He loved the feeling of soft wet lips against his muzzle, of her scent in his nose and throat, how he could feel her squeezing and shivering around his fingers, how she pushed her hips down against his head even as he churned his chin against her.

Then, just as he had expected, Myr's thighs squeezed around his head, her paws gripped behind his ears, and she doubled over him; the lioness gasped, shook, let out a breathy moan... and jerked her hips against him a few times, the individual bucks quickly devolving into loose little shivers. Lukas remained in place, dragging the full of his tongue along the lioness and lapping up her peak.

After a moment the feline let out a relaxed sigh, then fell back against the couch. Her legs drifted lazily open; Lukas sat back as well, wiping the back of his paw across his somewhat-soaked muzzle as he took in the sight.

She looked down at him, tired contentment on her muzzle. "That's better," the lioness purred; then, though, she raised her leg back up to brace it against the table behind Lukas's shoulder. "I'm all warmed up now. Why don't you go and get the toy and lube?"

"Where?" Lukas popped the button of his fly and moved on to the zipper.

"Just-" Myr nodded over his shoulder. "The bag."

"You sent me pictures, but I haven't seen it in person yet..." He straightened up and twisted around, eyes falling on the bag a second later. Sure enough the first thing he saw inside was the half-empty bottle of lube, and beneath that, both the toy and her harness for it. The lioness had opted against the knotted canine model, instead getting a standard humanoid one, but she had told him it was still divine. "Oh! It's got a nice heft to it."

"It sure does. Gimme those." She reached forward to take them from him. "Get yourself ready and bent over that table."

Lukas slid a finger beneath his collar to loosen a pinch, then stood the rest of the way up. While facing her he slid his pants down his legs, then bent down to do the same for his underwear. Myr appraised him a moment, then went back to kicking the rest of her own clothing off and sliding the harness up in place of her panties, remaining on the couch as she did so. "Don't break it, okay?"

"I'm not gonna _break_the strap-on." She scoffed. "Your ass, maybe. Come on. Raise that rudder."

The leash tugged at his throat as the otter bent over the table; a second later, it loosened. He looked back over his shoulder. "Not that. I mean, you're welcome to try. But I was talking about the table."

His ears perked again at the sound of the lioness pulling herself up and away from the couch. She fixed the harness in place, gave a few thrusts and tugs against it, then fitted the toy onto it. That she gave a tweak from her fingers, placing the pads against the tip and pulling lightly down so that it flopped back up and bounced in the air; then, satisfied, Myr leaned forward, settled herself above the otter's waiting body, and let the cool material of the toy rest alongside the base of his tail.

"I'm not making any promises." She paused to swirl her tongue over the pad of her thumb; then, Lukas's leash still held tight in her other paw against the surface of the table, she slid that thumb down, raised his tail a little higher, and pressed the saliva-slickened pad right against the pucker of his tailhole, making him lean forward with a gentle intake of breath. "Don't break my pelvis and we have a deal."

"Excuse-" This time it was more of a gasp than just an intake, as the lioness's thumb sank slowly into him. Reflexively, Lukas squeezed around the intrusion, then shivered as Myr wiggled it around... and gasped again when a drop of cold lube slid down along his tailhole, spreading around her thumb. "-me?"

"Like that one wolf. You know." She continued pressing into him until he felt the rest of her paw against his rump; another few wiggles followed before the lioness started to pull back out. Then, though, it was a pair of fingers that teased at his rim, spreading that drop of lube around and then beginning to push it into him. Lukas bit at his lip. "I've forgotten his name. The one you introduced me to when I told you I wanna have another threesome."

"The one with the - huge dick?"

"And the good tongue." Just as he had done to her, Myr slid those two fingers in to the knuckle. She brought her thumb in as well to tease around his rim, too, lightly running the pad across the shivering muscle. "Yeah. That one."

"I didn't-" Yet again Lukas gasped, those fingers pulled suddenly out of him. Myr wasted no time in lining the smoothly-rounded tip of the toy up with his prepared tailhole.

"You got close. I saw the way you rode that boy, with his arms tied behind his back and him all gritting his teeth and whining." She paused to shrug. "Well, I heard it, more like. Between the slapping of that and the squeaking of the bed..."

"Look, I get..." A shiver ran up the otter's back. He pressed back against the toy as it started to slide slowly into him; it felt like Myr had taken the time to lube its length, too. "I get hungry, okay?"

"Is that the word for it?"

Lukas felt his head pulled slightly back - or, rather, felt the collar tighten against the front of his throat as the slack in the leash disappeared. He brought another pair of fingers up to slide beneath it and lighten the tension around his windpipe; all he could do was grit his teeth and hold his breath, then, again both _that_and the pressure steadily sinking into him from behind, the familiar slick pull of a well-lubed toy. His weight pressed down against the table through his other arm, already a bit sore, but that part he could ignore for now: the rest felt too good.

Myr had opted to get the toy a size smaller than the otter had recommended, citing that she wanted to be able to use it on herself and that some people don't want to be capable of taking a bedpost after playtime. Still, though, he could feel the force and focus she put behind her slow inward thrust, free paw resting down along the otter's rump with that same saliva- and lube-slickened thumb keeping him spread.

Some of it was his own shivering and some of it was hers, with the table beneath Lukas putting in its own sounds and noises with the otter's shifting. Myr worked the toy slowly at his rump, sinking further in and then pulling out a bit, then pushing in, and coming out, again and again; when he found the ability to, Lukas licked his lips, swallowed, and buried his face in the crook of his other arm, suppressing the breathy little moans that came from the feeling of that toy pushing ever deeper into him, and the steady pressure of the lioness's hips sliding up against his rump.

Then, though, he felt her weight bear down along his back from above, combined with the toy hilting inside of him, her hips pushing against his rear, and her heavy breasts against his shoulder blades. Warm breath tickled at his ear, and she looped his leash around her other paw a few more times.

"You don't seem very hungry..." she purred into that ear, making it flick.

Lukas rumbled, licked his lips again, and pushed his rear back against the lioness. The feeling of the toy buried inside of him gave his still-hard cock a throb near the edge of the table. "No, no, I am..."

"You don't _sound_it."

"We've hardly started!" He looked over his shoulders, right into those cool violet eyes. Myr drew her hips back and gave another thrust, shuttering the otter's gaze again. "Don't go - too hard. Last time I had someone over, I was sore for... the rest of the day..."

"Just the rest of the day?" Again Myr started to pull out, though she kept her other thumb in place there and teased it in as the toy came out. Lukas squeezed around the tip of the toy alongside the tip of her thumb, then gasped as she started to press back into him. "That's not too bad. Still, otter... I wanna hear you."

"Sorry, sorry..."

With those first few slow thrusts the feline set a rhythm at him, and continued to carry it out. She was slow and deliberate in her movements, adjusting the tension of his leash so as not to pull him too hard, though steadily built up the energy in her thrusts until Lukas felt his entire body as well as the table beneath him twitch and jerk with her little shifts. Still, though, the lioness worked him hardly more than an inch at a time, pulling out and pushing back in just like before, teasing him right at the edge of what he wanted.

The lioness shifted her weight so she could lean over his other side. It seemed like she intentionally pressed her breasts against his back, wedging him between the cold, hard surface of the table and the warm, soft-yet-firm heft of her chest. "Apologizing is one thing," she went on, and gave another tug to his leash. Lukas's breath caught in his throat behind the collar. "But actually doing what I say..."

Using the leverage she had gained there against his shoulders, she slid her hips back, pulled the toy nearly all the way out - then righted its angle with her thumb and buried it right back in, tip to base. Lukas jerked forward and, somewhat against his will, let out a breathy moan.

"Oh. There it is. See? It just took a bit of... coaxing." Now her rhythm had picked up both its pace and its force: the lioness pulled out of the otter and slid smoothly, quickly back into him, far enough that she had to shift her legs and alter her stance behind him a bit. Of course, he continued to push back against her in rhythm, wanting her to bury it deeper and faster. "I wanna hear that again."

He bit at his lower lip against another firm thrust, lioness hips slapping against otter rear. "Well-" Lukas began, then felt that breath squeezed out of him at the tail end of a sweet shiver. Yet again he felt Myr's hips against his body, though the lioness had straightened up to pound at him more efficiently; she gave another little wriggle against him, pushing the rest of that breath out between his teeth.

Above him, she laughed quietly. "That's more like it. You know, this is a good look for you..." Yet again she adjusted his leash, this time pulling it straight back above his spine. She brought her other paw up from beneath his tail to trace a claw down his back. "Bent over, tail raised."

Lukas wiped at his mouth with his paw. He could still taste her a bit, in the back of his throat at the end of each swallow, and when he inhaled. "You know, you're not the - mmh- first person to tell me that."

"Oh, I bet." Another firm thrust; another slap of flesh on flesh; another tense moan; another twitch and throb under the table. "You like being watched, don't you?"

"I - I mean-"

"Why do I have _three_videos of you being fucked like this?"

Bouncing rhythmically over the edge of the table, it took Lukas a moment to find his voice. "I - what?"

"One with that wolf, one with another friend of yours, and then one with another woman..." Myr leaned in over his back again. "Green dragon, red hair, looks like a nice soft dom? But, damn, it looked like she knew how to work your ass."

"That's - Val-"

"I'd love to meet her sometime." Still bent over him, Myr reached down to take his hard cock into her paw; then, she slowed her pace a step. "Oh, wow, you're leaking. How close are you?"

Lukas swallowed, squirmed, and thrust forward into her paw, in the same movement pulling a short ways along the toy under his tail. Even though he had the table beneath him for support, his legs still shook with the effort. "Why?" He licked his lips and looked back at her, intentionally twitching between her fingers. "Getting tired already?"

"Tired of not being eaten out, maybe."

"Look, this was - _your_choice-"

"There's a ball-gag in that bag, too, you know. When I said I wanted to hear you, I didn't mean-" A firm pound from her hips against Lukas's body sent the table skidding a couple inches across the floor, the noise caught beneath his own moan. "-I wanted to hear you talking."

He gritted his teeth, tail curling around the feline's lower body to keep her against him. "Oh, bite me."

It hadn't been intended as an invitation, but of course the lioness took it as one. Yet again she wrapped his leash over her paw, then slid the other down to the base of his shaft... and then leaned in to set her sharp fangs against his shoulder, digging in with her bottom jaw and then clamping down from her top. Immediately the otter's body tensed and tightened, putting another hitch in Myr's pace as he squeezed around the toy; he sucked in a breath through his teeth and held it, to let it drip back out as she continued to pound into him and stroke in rhythm.

Her voice came somewhat muffled through the bite. Lukas felt her breath, hot and humid, through his fur: "How hard?"

For a moment, though, he couldn't even think of responding, between the pressure under his tail, the sharp tingle at his shoulder, the bubbling pleasure in his abdomen. Again and again he pushed back against her, fingers tightening against the wood of the table; he could feel his collar pulled down and off to one side, as though Myr had wrapped the leash around her paw and then braced that against the tabletop.

"Not - too much..."

"Wanna bleed?"

"N-no." It was hard to swallow. "Preferably not..."

A breath of a laugh washed over his shoulder. "Preferably. Got it."

Her jaw tightened. Lukas gasped again, felt his shoulders pull in, shivered; he squeezed his eyes shut and pushed back against the lioness working at his rump, arching his back and lifting up into her rhythm; he raised up onto his toes, felt his legs shake, breathed another moan, squeezed back against her...

"God-"

-and, thrusting unsteadily against the swift movement of her paw along his cock, the otter felt the shaking of his legs vibrate up through the rest of his body and then suddenly empty out in a few thick, quick spurts, one of them catching along the underside of the tabletop and the others streaking out across the floor. Taking notice of her prey's peak either through his shaking and jerking or the string of breathy, needy grunts issuing from his lips, the lioness breathed another soft laugh through his shoulder, tightened her jaw again - this time Lukas heard the crunch of barely-broken skin, mostly unable to feel it beneath the torrent of everything else flooding through him - and straightened up. She pulled his head back with a slow, steady pull on his leash; still shaking all over, still trying to catch his breath, Lukas tried to slip his fingers beneath the collar so he could breathe better, then realized he needed both paws on the table to keep himself up and gave up.

Vaguely, Lukas heard Myr scoff. The leash fell limp against his back and hung down alongside his rudder; there was a little bit of shifting and jiggling, and then the lioness pulled away from him though the toy remained hilted under his tail. A shaky glance over his shoulder showed that she had simply unhooked it from the harness, which she was now sliding back down off her legs so that she could resume her position relaxed back on the couch. One paw she held lazily up in the air, the one that she had had reached around him and working at his length; a thick glob of milky white hung down from her thumb.

Her eyes met his. "Catch your breath and then come over here so I can make a mess all over this couch like you just did for that table."

Lukas thumped his head back down against his arm. His shoulder stung more than his rump ached; no doubt Myr wanted him to keep that toy held in place, and maybe she would give him a second round... a moment later he lifted his head back up to look back at her, and sank down onto his rump to give his tired legs a break. The feeling of the toy shifting inside of him gave his already-spent self another pleasurable twitch.

"Can I at least - get a drink of water?"

"Sure." Myr flicked that little glob of cum off of her thumb, then wiped her paw off along her leg. She lowered her other paw down and, then, spread herself between her fingers. "You and I both know, though, that you'll have plenty to drink if you do a good job."

That much was of course true. And, today, Lukas didn't have to worry about staining a shirt - just the fur of his muzzle. And his jaw, and chin, and neck, and chest... tired, satisfied, yet still certainly interested, he swung himself around and scooted forward, placing a paw against the lioness's upper thigh to make more room for his head.