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Raul waited at the door, paws in his pockets, jacket pulled firmly around himself against the cool morning breeze. The rain throughout the past week still made itself felt in the noticeable drop in temperature, as well as the certain scent it imparted to the air itself; while he waited the coyote lifted his nose and sniffed at that breeze, picking up the fresh leaves on the trees, the damp bark, the deep richness of well-watered soil, a faint touch of pollen and flowers. These last two made his nose tickle, so he twitched his whiskers and looked back to the door.

Still nothing. He slid his phone out of his pocket and glanced at it, wondering if he had missed a message, then sighed and reached forward to hit the doorbell again. His tall ears could just barely pick up the characteristic ding-dong-dong of the bell, always odd to him for its pattern of three instead of the regular two. Noting that fact made him smile, though. He really had spent a lot of time at this house. Still, though, he waited a bit longer, this time half turning to face the street again and watch a car zip by, tires leaving streaks of darkened pavement along the road where it went. His own sat parked in the driveway on the right side, where Fuzz always asked him to.

"My sister doesn't really go anywhere," he had told the coyote the first time he'd been asked. "So it's usually a safe assumption to say she won't be needing to get her car out of the garage. Don't worry about it."

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The car that had just passed brought with it the familiar sting of gasoline and exhaust, further curling Raul's nose just slightly. He swallowed, sighed again, looked up to the sky, squinted against the light of the sun peeking through receding clouds, then turned to start back down the sidewalk - and stopped, one of his ears flicking back at the sound of the door's lock clicking open. Then the lock above it, and then the one above that, and then the squeak of the knob being turned, the tug and pull of the door on the threshold itself... and then he didn't even have to turn to pick up the new scent that curled out of that inch-wide space.

It immediately brought his head swinging back to face the door. There in that space, just barely peeking through, was the smooth white muzzle and cool blue eyes of the sister in question. She licked her lips, looking nervous, then glanced up at the coyote waiting - and became visibly less nervous in that instant.

"Oh. Raul." She swallowed and licked her lips again. The wolfess sounded winded, almost; Raul frowned and leaned in a little bit, nose twitching at trying to figure out that scent. It was one he had definitely smelled before, one that tickled his memory as well as his loins, but he couldn't quite place it. "I thought you were... never mind. What's - um, what's up?"

The two of them hadn't really spoken often, though still had a passing friendship. It was hard not to between how much time she spent at home and how often Raul came over to entertain himself or her brother: one time the wolfess had returned from getting a coffee right as Fuzz's knot tied beneath Raul's tail, and with the coyote struggling to cover himself and hide the rich scent of cum and male musk, Snowy had just rolled her eyes, twitched her nose, looked back to her phone, and murmured "boys". Fuzz, meanwhile, had made no attempt whatsoever to hide his exhaustion and enjoyment, and then when he finally did slip free he walked right past his sister and into the bathroom, dick out and dripping, to get cleaned up.

What with that scent, that aroma distracting him - sharp, rich, inviting, almost like the musk of Fuzz's pubic fur yet notable different - it took Raul another second to realize she expected an answer. He blinked and swallowed, straightening back up, and nonchalantly scritched at his nose. During his silence the wolfess shifted in the doorway, her pink tongue yet again lapping out across her chops, followed by a light exhalation of a sigh.

"Um." He slid his other paw into his pocket and turned his head away, trying to be sneaky about readjusting himself. When he turned back he caught Snowy's gaze flicking up from his waist; she licked her lips yet again and shifted where she stood, entire body below her head hidden behind the door. "I was gonna come over to hang out with your brother, there was that new - Ubergalactic Conquerors 3 game that came out, and we were gonna..."

The slim white-furred wolfess nodded and shifted again. That brought another wave of that scent wafting forward; Raul caught himself leaning forward to follow it. "Yeah," she said. "He mentioned that. He's out right now though."

"Oh." Raul had been wondering about that; Fuzz had texted him this morning saying something had come up, but the coyote hadn't heard from him since and was wondering. "Alright. I guess I'll come back later today, then-"

"No."

He blinked, having half turned to start back down the sidewalk, and stopped. Snowy had opened the door a little bit further, allowing him to see the line of her jaw, neck, and suspiciously bare shoulder. The warm scent strengthened.

"No?"

Snowy jumped as though startled, tugged the door back on herself again, and avoided his gaze. She swallowed. "No," she repeated, and briefly looked up at him. "I mean, I was..."

Raul took his other paw out of his pocket. "Is everything okay? You seem a little, um..."

"Yeah - yeah, I just need, um..." Yet again she glanced up at him and then back down to the ground. "I need..."

The coyote perked his ears. "You need..." He leaned in again, partially to put himself more even with her shorter stature, and of course partially to get more of that delicious scent. It was like coming home after a long day of work to smell the beef stew he'd put on in the slow cooker, or like rooting through his incense box to find one he liked, or like... like Fuzz spreading his legs around his muzzle so that he could slide his nose up through greasy, sweat-damp pubic fur, like...

Yet again Snowy licked her lips, swallowed, and huffed. She was definitely breathing a bit heavily; in the cool air Raul thought he could almost see the little puffs of breath. She seemed to wrestle with herself for a moment, brow knitting and lips pursing, and then suddenly those blue eyes fixed on him again.

Right as he opened his mouth to ask what it was she needed, though, the door swung the rest of the way open, and the coyote lost his words. Standing before him was a field of pure, smooth white fur, highlighted in two distinct places on her chest by the soft, warm pink of full nipples, then further down along her flat belly to the plump shape of her spade between her legs.

Her ripe, swollen spade, jiggling a little with each movement of her body, dripping slick sexual fluids down along the fur of her inner thighs. Raul managed to get one look before her surprisingly strong paws seized his shoulders and pulled him inside the house, one of them coming away only to slam the door shut behind him. Then, just as suddenly, he felt himself pressed back against the door, the breath squeezed out of him as those heavy breasts pushed against his chest and her lips nipped at his bare neck.

Hot, damp breath washed over him, only pulling him further into the wolfess's embrace. She was definitely the source of that scent, of that rich intoxicating musk; when one of her paws came up to his muzzle to tilt his mouth to hers he realized with a slight shock that that paw had just been working between her legs. That was why he had only been able to see one of her shoulders through the door. Her fingers, three of them, were soaked to the knuckle; the slickness of that arousal stuck to his chin and dripped down, the intensity of the scent pricking its needles into his nose and tightening his pants.

"Whoa, whoa, what are you-"

He reached out to squeeze his paws on her naked hips, trying to push her away from him, but the wolfess showed a surprising amount of strength in keeping him pinned. Her paws worked up beneath his shirt, rubbing and pressing at his chest and then just as swiftly sliding down towards his pants. Her mouth found and locked with his, broad tongue swiftly working in against his own.

"I'm in heat," she panted, releasing him from the kiss. Raul licked his lips and swallowed, her saliva dripping down along his tongue. "Fuzzy left to give me time to work it out. I'm so fucking glad you're here. I need you."

"So what are you - ah..." His pants button popped open with the zipper soon to follow, and then just as quickly, the wolfess's paw cupped beneath his sack and rubbed, the other one squeezing at his sheath. Raul's hips gave a reflexive buck at the sensation, everything heightened by the irresistible bite of her musk. He tilted his head back against the door, jaw hanging open, and let the pleasure work its way through him, spurred on by that deft paw at his sheath coaxing his already half-hard cock further out. His hips started to give a few little bucks into her stroking, her heat igniting some deeply buried almost feral instincts within him. "God..."

"I need it now." Yet again the scent curled around his nose, and his ears perked at a soft, wet sound almost like slurping: when he opened his eyes and looked down again he saw Snowy standing in front of him, one paw working at the base of his shaft and the other between her own legs, her knees nearly buckled together and her entire lower body shivering and shaking with the sensation.

Raul licked his lips, unable to keep himself from salivating. Just the sound of her working her fingers into the plump, swollen flesh of her sex, slick and dripping with the need of her arousal... it was all he could do not to drop to his knees and push his muzzle up into that hot wetness right here, to dig his lips and tongue deep into her and suck deep from the source of-

"Okay." He braced his paws on her shoulders, not so much pushing her away as just to give himself something to balance against. "Do you have a condom? Me and Fuzzy don't... usually..."

She shook her head, arm still shivering as she worked at herself. A wave of pleasure bounced through her body and she would have doubled over had Raul not been holding her by the shoulders. "No. No condom."

"Oh. Well, I mean, coyotes and wolves can..."

"So?." Blue eyes met his. Raul imagined seeing the smooth, white fur of her rump, spread around the pale pink of her puckered tailhole, and then that spread further around his pulsing length... "I don't care. Give it to me. Hard."

"What, right - right here?"

Abruptly Snowy reached up with that sex-slickened paw, took one of his wrists, and directed that one between her legs instead. Raul raised his eyebrows and then throbbed in her grip: three fingers and a thumb easily pressed up into that hot, wet flesh, plump indeed, and so, so needy. Instinctively he continued the rhythm she had started, alternating between swirling those fingers around and pushing them up into her, and watching her muzzle for any signs.

He indeed found some. Snowy's lips tightened and her ears flicked; her eyes fluttered shut, her whiskers twitched, her body pushed down against him, nearly taking the whole of his paw inside of her. Then, just as abruptly, her blue eyes flicked open again.

"Bedroom. Right now." She tugged away from him - Raul glanced down, watching the string of sticky juices hang between his fingers and her thighs before it broke - and turned. "I won't wait for you."

Such a different woman than the one he had known before. Or, only partially known: the two had never really spoken and hadn't spent much time together, but his impression of her from those instances and from talking with her brother was that she was just the average girl. Stays in her room a lot, reads a lot of romance novels, occasionally goes out for coffee or a movie with her friends... a little airheaded, maybe, and somewhat naïve, if comfortable and accepting about her brother's various activities.

Raul took the opportunity to eye her rump as she made her way down the hall, brushy tail kept hiked in the air as though pinned to her lower back. Almost unconsciously he also lifted his paw to his muzzle and breathed deeply of her rich, cloying scent, heavy and heady and deeply intoxicating; he swallowed, a shiver running through his body, and then dropped his paw down to slide that slickness around his twitching shaft as well. Airheaded and naïve and some of the first sentences out of her mouth to him had been "I don't care. Give it to me. Hard."

The coyote shivered, returning his paw to his muzzle to then taste the mixed scent of her heat and his own aroused musk. Who am I to tell a gal no? So, since she said she wouldn't wait for him, and since he didn't_want_ to make her wait, he started down the hall after her, kicking his pants off his ankles and stripping off his jacket as he went. He had to pass Fuzz's room on the way there, the door closed; Raul lingered there for just a moment before moving on, breathing in the faintly present scent of the male wolf, and then went on towards the much stronger, much more potent aroma of female heat just down the hall.

It looked like Snowy didn't want to keep him waiting, either. The first thing he saw when he stepped through the door was the white fur of her bare thigh; then the second was the puckered pink of her tailhole that he had expected, a pair of saliva-slickened fingers working at the ridged skin and teasing in. The third thing he saw was that very same bulging spade, spread around the fingers of her other paw with her muzzle sideways against the mattress. Her mouth hung open with unsteady panting, paw already dripping with concentrated wetness.

Raul shifted, feeling a little embarrassed at just watching her. After a short time she opened her eyes and glanced back at him, her paws pausing only slightly before continuing in. The coyote watched as she pressed those two fingers up to the knuckle inside of her tailhole, squeezed them there, and then slid them back out, hooking her fingertips along the interior of her rim and pulling out against it.

"Well?" The wolfess brought both paws up - Raul watched a thick strand of arousal drip out from between her thighs and pool on the blankets - and spread her rear with them, her tailhole pulling slightly open with the pull. "Get to it."

The coyote chuckled, though this amusement quickly fell back away to the intense interest and need. By the time he had made it down the hall only his shirt remained on, so on his way over to the bed he pulled that off as well, and then spread the wolfess's rump with both paws right beneath hers. Her scent right from the source was sharp, intense, heavy... he licked his lips and swallowed, literally able to feel himself salivating. Her tailhole, still open from her fingers before, twitched and winked at him.

With him there now, Snowy let her own paws come forward to the bed again, where she lifted herself up. Raul glanced forward at her.

"Yes, ma'am. Your wish..." He leaned down closer, letting his breath tickle the short, sensitive fur around her tailhole, soaked with arousal. "...is my command." And then he added his own hungry saliva to that mix as well, pursing his lips against her puckered flesh and curling his tongue in, pulling against the way the muscles strained and squeezed back against him.

The wolfess in front of him gasped from the pleasure, or perhaps surprise, and straightened up a bit. Raul held her hips firmly in place before his muzzle as he dug his tongue into her, between these deep tongue-heavy kisses pulling back and swallowing again and again, her taste already heavily tainted by the musk of her heat. Even though he wasn't doing anything particularly strenuous, Raul was already breathing heavily.

Snowy glared back at him, the white fur of her muzzle tinted slight pink from a needy blush. "What are you - fucking-" A gasp interrupted her right as Raul pressed his tongue back into her, this time suckling at the slick inner flesh. "I - need your dick, not your fucking tongue - and I said... said..."

Her words devolved into a series of breathy, shivering moans as he pressed his lips against her tailhole, suckling and slurping, swirling all around the inner flesh. This wasn't what she had asked for, though - or what she had demanded - so before she got too impatient with him the coyote pulled back, drew his tongue across his lips to lap off her taste, and then shifted down a little bit further.

"Raul."

Both thumbs already spreading her spade, a thick, heavy drip of arousal dropping slowly down towards the bed, he leaned to the side to look at the wolfess, his tongue hanging out at the ready to drag up into her. She glared at him around his shoulder.

After a second of struggling there, the intense warmth and scent of her heat keeping him captive under her tail, he shook his head and stood up. It almost felt as though he had to pull himself free from the bonds of her arousal, a thick heavy weight pulling his muzzle in towards wet dripping flesh.

He smirked and slid a paw down to his twitching length, keeping the other in place between her thighs. It was so easy to press his thumb up into her, into her soft, hungry desire, squishing and squeezing around everything. "Okay, okay. Like I could say no to you." With that other paw, thumb already slickened from her heat, he gave himself a few strokes and angled down towards that plump spade, then teased his tip up against the loose flesh. "Ready?"

Instead of answering Snowy just pushed back against him, wiping his mind clean of anything other than now. Raul gasped, swallowed again, and reflexively bent forward over her, his hips immediately pushing forward into her. She squeezed tightly, tightly around him, enough so that the pressure from his thrusts pushed her forward against the bed instead of bringing him deeper inside of her; the coyote had to bring his thumbs in right against his shaft to spread her back around him as he pushed.

"Don't - be gentle," she panted a moment later. "I had a toy in until I heard the doorbell."

"God..." he breathed again, already pushing his sheath up against her. The coyote gave a few strong throbs once he had hilted, then shuddered yet again as she responded with clenches of her own. "Yes, ma'am..." He settled one paw on her waist and hiked her tail at the base with the other, running his thumb down in and around the saliva-slickened rim of her tailhole, winking and tightening with each clench of her body.

Beneath him she shifted and panted with his treatment, lost in the pleasure of the moment. Raul had been so wrapped up in his own enjoyment of her backside that he hadn't even noticed how she had moved: Snowy now kept herself propped up on one arm, the other down her body to work two fingers around her fat heat-swollen sex with him still buried in it, only further sharpening the stench in the room. Beneath the slapping of his own thrusts against her rear he could pick up the sounds of her self-pleasure as well, a thick, wet slurping magnified under his thrusts, combined with her unsteady breaths and shivering moans.

Snowy swallowed and let out another moan afterwards, throwing her head back. "Raul..."

The coyote leaned in over her, releasing her tail at the base to wrap an arm around her chest and squeeze her body against his. This close, this deep, he could feel the sticky warmth of her heat as it spread across his own fur with each thrust, catching in his pubic fur and clinging to his sheath and balls. "Snowy-"

"It's not - fucking - enough-"

Before he could figure out what she was doing, before he could say anything against it, the wolfess tightened her legs around his thighs, clenched around him one last time, and then pulled quickly forward off of him. Raul shuddered with the sensation and nearly buckled at the knees, a breathy moan working its way from between parted lips; his twitching cock bounced free from the grip of her spade, flinging a thick string of arousal from the end.

It took quite a bit of effort to speak. "What's - not enough?"

The wolfess continued rolling over until she lay fully on her back, the pulled herself closer to the edge of the bed, nearly sat right in the slick puddle soaked into the covers, raised her legs up... wrapped them around his waist, and pulled him in against her again. His glistening cock slid along the pure white fur of her inner thigh.

"That position. I need you to breed me." Three fingers dug into her plump spade and pulled out on it - and then three more joined it, spreading the thick, slick lips and pulling out, spreading to show the pulsing, dripping flesh inside, the dilated entrance, the protruding clit. "Now."

Raul frowned, panting. "Snow, I'm just saying, if you have a condom I could just..."

"No. I don't give a shit." The wolfess slid one of those paws out of herself and spread the thick stickiness across her tongue. "I just... I just really need it, Raul. Now."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, I know." He looked down at her, his body having continued the slow, rhythmic thrusts along her inner thigh. The sharp stench of their mixed arousal kept his nose constantly curled, though now that she faced him fully, now that she kept herself spread and leaking against the base of his sheath... he angled himself back, ran a thumb through the coating of slickness along his shaft to the base, tapped his tip against her. "Are you sure?"

Snowy again gave him an answer, and again didn't even speak for it. The wolfess rolled her eyes, gritted her teeth, squeezed her legs around him, and forcibly drew him inside of herself, immediately burying his shaft yet again in intense, hot wetness, yet again in slick slippery warmth and pulsing, squeezing need, tightened and sharpened from the change in position. Raul actually had to brace his paws on either side of her body to keep himself from crumpling atop her this time; even though he held still, even though he had to take a moment to catch his breath, the wolfess still worked her body up against his, lifting up to bury him to the knot inside of her and then pulling back out, her clenching pulling needy slurps and sucking noises from around his shaft.

"Oh, fuck..." Raul breathed. Finally he managed to open his eyes, and when he looked down he saw the same wetness that clung to his chin and fingers now freely dripping and rolling down out of her, staining both of their fur. "Oh, fuck, Snow..."

As she worked against him, and as he picked up and maintained the pace, she raised an arm to intertwine a paw with his. That was the same paw that he had used to stroke himself: when she squeezed her fingers around his he could feel their palms stick together. "Feels..."

Raul couldn't keep himself from panting now. Such a bright, intense fire burning in his loins, a need fueled from the natural response to her heat as well as everything else happening. He gritted his teeth, sucked in a gasp through his nose, pushed forward, and then shuddered as his bulging knot pressed past the swollen meat of her spade. "Yeah? How's it - _fuck..._how's it feel?"

Her muzzle scrunched up either from concentration, from exertion, or from the sensation itself, but a moment later she relaxed and let her lips part. Then the wolfess swallowed, licked her chops, and looked up at him again, panting steadily.

"It's... God, it's hot, and..." Those eyes drifted shut again and she tensed up. Raul felt the clench around himself, briefly holding him tight. "Feels... good..."

"Yeah?" He leaned in and touched his nose to her neck. "Imagine how I feel."

"Fuck..." Her arm came up around his back to squeeze him against her, lower body still grinding and working against his, keeping him contained inside of her. "Raul, it's... God, I think I'm..."

"You okay?" He looked down, slowing his rhythm. "We can stop if you'd like, or-"

"No, no, it's..." That arm tightened on him. "It feels... I'm gonna..."

At first worry started to bubble in his chest, but then as he watched her face and felt her body around him, that worry melted. It melted, washed away beneath the sudden shivering, shuddering, and then hot wetness spreading out around his buried shaft, the wolfess forced to empty her bladder with him hilted inside of her, ballooning her swollen spade out around him until it spilled free and poured down along his sheath and sack.

"Shit..." he breathed, immediately picking his pace back up. Every time he pulled out of her, almost all the way, he felt that stream pressing at the sensitive tip of his shaft, and then when he thrust back into her the pressure swelled and squeezed around him, some of it pushing its way into his sheath as well and then spraying back out between her thighs. "Holy shit, Snowy..."

She swallowed. "I'm - sorry, I'm..." But she certainly didn't look like it. Her arm fell away from his back so she could run that paw over her muzzle, lifting some fur out of her eyes still closed in bliss, an exhausted smile across her lips. "Just feels like... so much at once..."

"No, no, no, don't be sorry, that's - really good-" Raul grunted again, almost unable to keep up the pace of his thrusting. His knot pulsed and throbbed at the base of his shaft, still able to slip in past the wolfess's squeezing, sucking sex, tugging back against the ripe flesh, and then popping free. Each pull brought with it another spray of hot piss, his balls slapping into the pile between them. "I'm - gonna-"

Her arms came up to wrap around his body again, and her legs clamped tightly around his waist. "Do it. Please. I need it, Raul, I need your-"

He never heard what. His peak came with physical force behind it, forcing him to toss his head back and suck in a sharp gasp through gritted teeth: the coyote yanked himself almost all the way out of her, the air of the room suddenly cold on his piss- and heat-coated shaft, and then buried himself all the way back in, putting in the extra push and force to pop his fully-swollen knot inside of the wolfess right before he started unloading into her. The first spurt emptied out deep inside of her; the second came faster and harder in response to a tight clench around the base of his shaft; the third shot out into her as well, the fourth pulsed, the fifth dribbled, the sixth just kind of leaked in, joining the pool of everything else gurgling inside her loins.

Panting heavily, entire body tingling, legs and hips burning, the coyote shakily lifted himself up, the tie throbbing and nearly knocking him over with the sensation. There definitely was a tingling, a slight burning, but just like Snowy said, it was enjoyable. Were he able to, he might consider...

The coyote paused, opened his eyes a bit, looked down at the wolfess beneath him. She looked completely lost in the bliss of the breeding, chest heaving, snow-white fur of one breast streaked with a brown handprint. He lifted himself up, still tied inside of her pulsing spade; he swallowed, he closed his eyes, he gave a small push, he relaxed... and then he let out a low, shuddering sigh in the relief of starting to drain his own bladder inside of her, just as she had down around him.

It took a moment but then the wolfess stirred beneath him and breathed a gentle moan. "Oh..." she panted, eyes fluttering. "Raul, there's... it feels..."

He leaned in closer, paws digging against the bed, and put more force behind his draining stream. Snowy jerked a little bit and pulled herself up, looking first down at her abdomen and then up at him. Confusion spread across her muzzle, and then realization when the first of his mark started to spray free from her overfilled loins. She wriggled and jerked, twitching and clenching around him.

"Holy... shit..." Snowy breathed, bringing a paw to her forehead again. A shiver racked her body, nearly causing her to headbutt the coyote's shoulder, and another moan dribbled out of her lips. "God, you're making me... so_full..." ...then another shudder, and another. He could feel her forcefully pressing against him, pushing out the mess inside of her around his bulging knot, the pressure causing the stream to spray against his lower belly. "Raul... if I hadn't already gone, then _this would've made me..."

The sensation of hot piss swirling around him, gathering inside of her and bound tight by his full knot and her clenching heat rushed over Raul with the sharp sensitivity following his orgasm. He gritted his teeth, stream abruptly dribbling to a halt, and tugged back - and looked down just in time to see the flood of piss pour out of her and spread out across the already-soaked bedsheets, warm yellow with cloudy bits of his load dribbling out as well. Inside of the wolfess's gaped spade he could see her pushing, too - could see the warm pink flesh pushing out against her lips, could see her stretched entrance and bulging urethra, could see the swollen clit and heavy bits of wetness stuck to her inner walls.

Once free Raul reached down and squeezed his sheath between a forefinger and thumb, rubbing off some of the thick coating that had dribbled down to his base and started to mat down his fur there, and then wiped that off along his thigh: his entire waist area was soaked, dripping with the heavy stink of who knows what. Snowy looked like a mess as well, the white of her inner thighs colored sharp yellow and darkened with wetness.

And she stank. Had he not just finished, the weight of the stench itself might have been enough to push Raul over the edge. He leaned over her again, paws on her shoulders, and placed a gentle kiss against her cheek.

"I think," he began, "we need a shower. And to wash the bedsheets. And to clean the floor... and maybe steam the mattress... are _you_satisfied?"

"Raul." She ran her paw over his. "I'm in heat. It's nothing against you, but of course I'm not."

He grinned, then moved down to take her wrists in his paws to pull her up. "Good. We'll take an extra-long shower so we can try again."

"Sounds good." When she tried to stand up her legs wouldn't support her, and Snowy had to lean against the coyote to keep herself up. She stepped carefully around the mess that had leaked out onto the floor.

Raul let his paw slid down her side, tugging her waist against his as they made their way out into the hall. "I gotta say, though - I wasn't expecting this when you were the one to open the door."

She looked at him. "Are you disappointed?"

This time instead of a chuckle he gave a laugh. "More... pleasantly surprised. I came over to see your brother, and I already know that you know half the reason we hang out is to get off."

"God. You boys. I've seen, heard, and smelled what you two do." The wolfess scoffed. "How you two use each other..."

"And now," Raul said, reaching over and down to slip two - no, three; a fourth, and a thumb - into her still-dripping spade between her legs. The wolfess buckled around his paw, gripping onto his arm and shuddering. "I can use this too."

The words came out as a shivering breath, still sharp enough for him to hear:

"You'd better."