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This story was written for Yui_olp as their patreon commission reward for June 2018. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, denial and hyper-orgasmic fun.

All Day, All Night

At seven AM, Carrie and James took the pills.

The otter and rabbit were both red faced as they stood together in their kitchen, dressed in their work clothes and ready to start their days with a glass of water in one hand, and two pills apiece in the other. They grinned, blushed and trembled in anticipation as they watched one another slowly lifting the hand holding the pills up to their muzzles, and a soft moan even escaped James' lips as they both slipped them inside, following it up with a long, cooling draught from their water. They swallowed, set the glasses down hurriedly on the counter-top close by, and flung themselves into one another's arms.

"We did it."

Carrie whimpered to her bunny boyfriend, reaching up and caressing one of his long lopped white furred ears. She rose up onto her tiptoes, and kissed him on one black speckled cheek, then again on the tip of his muzzle before sinking into a longer, deeper kiss. The otter groaned happily as she felt James' arms wrapping around her, starting on her back but hurriedly sliding further and further down, past the base of her strong tail until he was gripping at her curvaceous ass through the fabric of her pant-suit trousers. Her hands raked lightly across the male's own lean but athletically toned chest through his shirt, but stopped themselves moments before they could reach his crotch. Their eyes met, and ruefully, both whimpering and quaking, they pulled apart.

"I love you."

James moaned as he took another step back from his lover, like he was almost afraid of her all of a sudden.

"I love you too..."

Carrie gasped back, clenching her hands into tight fists by her sides and forcing herself to stop thinking what she was thinking, to stop wanting to do what her mind and body alike were begging her to do to the handsome man standing in front of her. She knew how these pills worked, they both did. Even now they were working their way into their bodies' systems. Heightening production of certain hormones, pushing muscle groups to work harder and bringing about all manner of chemical interactions to heighten and intensify stimulation. Right now they were just running hot off the high of the mere idea of it, but soon they would actually start to get horny. Not just normal horny, hell, that was practically their default state when the two of them were together. But properly, uncontrollably and devastatingly horny.

But, they couldn't respond to that desire when it came. They couldn't give in, as they had come so close to doing just then. They had to wait, because quite simply, if the claims and evidence they'd seen of what these pills did was to be believed, the longer they waited, the more incredible the payoff was going to be.

"We need to go. T-to get away from each other before they start to work. You can't call me. Can't text me. D-definitely can't send me pictures or video. I can't do that to you either. We can't get off. We can't masturbate, or even let ourselves be convinced that we can just get away with a little pleasure to take the edge off. If we cum... i-if we cum before we're ready, before tonight? Before w-we get home from work together? Please, James. Oh god... p-please, don't let that happen. I need this. I need you. A-all night. Just like we've always dreamed."

All the while as the otter whimpered and addressed her lover, she was stumbling backwards towards the kitchen door. Just before she got there though, a strangled cry of desperation escaped her, and her eyes bulged as she saw the rabbit's crotch beginning to swell visibly before her eyes. To tent out through his own smart, crisply ironed slacks as he rapidly rose to a full and throbbing erection. She froze on the spot, glancing back and forth between the door behind her and James' own unmoving body as though trapped, helpless and unable to move no matter how much she wanted to.

"Please, Carrie..."

James groaned under his breath, shaking his head as he stared down at his tented trousers in absolute dismay.

"P-please. Run. Get o-out now. Because... I swear, if you're still here in a minute? In thirty goddamn seconds, I... I'm gonna pull my phone out and call in sick. Then I'm gonna grab your phone and call in for you, too. And then I'm g-gonna drag you upstairs, and... and I'm gonna take off our clothes and... oh god, Carrie please. Please go to work. I want this to happen. I want our dreams to come true a-and to let these pills work. But, thinking about it, a-about what's gonna happen to us, seeing you right here and knowing that you want me, knowing that you're gonna be soaking wet and aching for my cock all day long, just like I'm gonna be desperate for your pussy..."

The rabbit took a step forward, towards Carrie, and she wailed in simultaneous anguish and pure rapturous glee. A moment later though his eyes bulged, and with a frantic cry James forced himself to turn around. To look down at the kitchen counter-top instead, staring at it as he reached out with both hands and placed them palms down upon the smooth, firm surface. He closed his eyes tightly, and began to whisper under his breath.

"Don't do it. Don't do it. Y-you can wait. You can wait. You can..."

His eyes sprang open again as the sound of a door slamming shut echoed through the house. He span around on the spot, and saw that Carrie was no longer there in the kitchen doorway. The door was open, and down the hallway of their home he could see the front door now closed, though the keyring of the key still resting within the lock was swinging visibly thanks to its recent motion. Padding over to the door, James trembled and pressed his hands to its surface as he heard a car engine start outside, as he heard wheels pulling away over their gravel driveway, and then... then nothing.

She had done it.

She had gotten away. And, thank god she had, because James sincerely didn't know if he was strong enough to resist what he could already feel beginning to build within his body. That desire, that need for intimacy and sex which went far, far beyond the already intense longing he felt for the woman he loved basically every waking moment of every day. Even now he was thinking of ways that he could still get to be with her. Tempt her back here with a phone call, a video clip of him standing there with his pants around his ankles, stroking his rock hard cock and moaning her name.

Of course, she was too smart for that. Before James could even pull out his phone, he noticed something sitting on the small table they kept by the door for mail, keys and other things like that. A phone. Carrie's phone.

"D-dammit, Carrie..."

He groaned and shuddered, taking his own phone out of his pocket and shakily setting it down on the table beside hers.

"I... I'll do this. I'll make it, f-for you. Because, you're the smartest, hottest, most incredible woman I've ever known, and... if I can be even half as smart about this as you've been? I can get through today. I can do my bit to make our dream come true tonight. And, I will. I'll do it. I'll make it. For you, Carrie."

A minute later, hiding his continued erection as best he could, James stepped out of the door of their home and locked it behind him. He hurried to his car, slipped inside, and pulled out of the driveway of their suburban home. For a moment, just a moment he considered driving over to Carrie's office building instead of to his own workplace, imagining her face as he burst in with his trousers already unfastened, imagining how she'd fling herself down on her desk and beg him to fuck her right there and then, not caring in the slightest how many of her co-workers could see. Somehow though he managed to turn in the correct direction for his own office, and managed to soothe himself and his ever growing arousal with the knowledge that with every passing second of that day, every agonising moment he spent thinking about Carrie, about being with her and all the things they could have been doing together, it was another second closer to the moment when they could actually be together again.

Of course, the whole of the day wasn't nearly that easy. Not for James, and not for Carrie either.

They got to work. They sat down at their desks and began the rather mundane series of tasks that came with office jobs such as theirs, and it was then that they realised the true horror of the day that lay ahead. Normally it was so easy for them to just switch off a certain part of their brain, to spend the day trawling through all manner of fantasies and imaginings from figuring out grocery lists for the coming week to considering options for their holidays that year, to far flung impossibilities like what they would do if aliens made contact, and of course to more personal, intimate matters like how they would very much have liked to be wrapped around and violently humping at their partner in that moment. But, today, with those pills already having an increasingly potent and undeniable, irresistible affect upon their libidos, that latter part of their normal daily musing was the only thing on which their minds would allow them to focus.

They tried so hard not to think about one another, but it was impossible. Every time they were forced to type in a number six followed by a number nine upon their keyboards, they were plagued with intense and passionate fantasies of burying their face in their lover's crotch and grinding, humping, screaming at the top of their lungs in absolute ecstasy while their partner did the very same to them. Every time they heard another chair squeak or someone rattle the wooden frame of their own desk, they saw themselves writhing and thrashing in bed, making the frame creak as it hammered against the wall with the sheer force of their violent, pleasure-giving motions.

By ten AM Carrie could feel her panties growing utterly saturated with her arousal, and as she clutched her thighs together she was forced to pray that some of her more olfactory-inclined co-workers wouldn't be able to smell the scent of her obvious wetness as it began to soak through the fabric of her trousers and onto the chair upon which she was seated. Before eleven, James had made no fewer than three trips to the restroom, fighting to conceal his persistent erection all the way, finding himself standing in a cubicle with his belt unfastened and his cock exposed, a hand reaching out to grasp it and begin to masturbate himself before he finally regained at least a modicum of control and restraint. As lunchtime rolled around they both fought the desperate, near unstoppable urge to leave their offices and maybe head into town for some food, perhaps their mutual favourite sandwich shop in the hope that they might just run into their partner there, and that their partner would be so weak, so broken by the sight of them that they wouldn't be able to stop them from stripping them down and starting to hump them right there and then. An act which, much as they would beg and plead against it of course, they wouldn't be able to help but return with immense delight and satisfaction once their partner had officially given in.

If either James or Carrie had thought that the morning was bad though, as the afternoon dragged by minute after minute, second after agonising, eternally drawn out second, they discovered the true meaning of denial. Neither of them had ever really dabbled in BDSM or chastity before, the most extreme denial either of them had faced being a few days without masturbation during visits to see friends or family that hadn't provided them with much in the way of privacy or free time. But this... the constant arousal, the frantic, aching need for release and stimulation that they knew they couldn't indulge, this was true denial. There was nothing stopping them, literally nothing. They could have crept off to the restroom at any given moment and gotten themselves off, and thanks to the additional hormones flooding their bodies it probably would have felt absolutely amazing to do so. Despite knowing this though, still they waited. Still they denied and tortured themselves no matter how much their bodies craved it and their minds and hearts and very souls seemed to beg them to just give in, to just surrender control and let it happen.

For all they knew, their partner was already painting the cubicle walls of the nearest restroom with ropes of cum or sprays of slick ejaculate. Hell, for all they knew their partner had gotten so desperate, so needy that they'd grabbed another person. Someone, anyone from their office that seemed a likely candidate, dragged them into a quiet closet, and begged to be fucked. To be touched. Anything, literally anything that would make them cum, and which they could use as the flimsiest of excuses as to why they weren't responsible for ruining this plan that they had waited so long and worked so hard together to make a reality.

Yet, somehow... by some utterly impossible miracle, they made it.

It seemed like it would never come, but eventually, after several eternities seeming lived beginning to end throughout the course of that single work day, James and Carrie looked up from their desks to see their fellow employees beginning to pack up and head for home.

Almost in a wonderstruck daze the two lovers packed up their desks and shut down their computers for the day. They bashfully shuffled their way out of the office attempting to hide their respective throbbing erection and soaking wet, visibly darkened trousers from their colleagues' view. They hurried back to their cars, and summoning what little willpower they had left, forced themselves to focus on the road ahead as they began to drive home. Home, towards their lover. Towards their bed. Towards the fulfilment of a dream they had shared since the moment that they learned it was a possibility, and which the pills they had taken that morning had given them the chance to make a reality at long last.

They had made it the requisite ten hours since taking the pills, allowing them to fully dissolve and permeate into their bodies. Allowing that incredible cocktail of chemicals contained within to work its magic, and render their bodies capable of more, so much more than they would normally be able to provide and produce.

Over an hour later, delayed by rush hour traffic to near madness, having both come so close to screaming, to begging, to getting out of their cars and abandoning them, trying to run home instead, Carrie and James drove along their street, towards their driveway, just in time to see another car approaching from the opposite direction.

Their eyes widened. They hearts leapt.

They recognised that car, and the bulging-eyed figure sitting within its drivers seat as both cars halted just before turning into their driveway.

Rolling down their windows, they stuck their heads out and grinned at their partner. James was the first to speak, his voice shaking and cracked as though he was about to burst into tears.

"I... I made it."

He watched as the otter beamed and shivered visibly, nodding eagerly back at him.

"I did too. Oh... oh James. We're ready. We... w-we can do it. It's really, actually going to happen."

The rabbit grinned, and nodded to the driveway, feeling oddly at peace, oddly content now that he knew he didn't have to wait any longer and now that he knew he hadn't let the woman he loved down.

"Well, it will once you park. C'mon. I think we've waited long enough."

They parked.

They slipped out of their cars.

They joined hands, giggling and blushing as both otter and rabbit regarded their lover and the obvious signs of their arousal in the still warm early evening sunlight. Together they walked up to their front door, Leaning against one another affectionately as Carrie unlocked it with her key and let them in. They stepped over the threshold, closed the door behind them, locked it once again not just with the key but with the deadbolt and chain too, not willing to let anything disturb what was soon to follow, and then...

The moment that James saw Carrie beginning to unfasten the top button of her shirt, it was like a switch flipped inside of him. Like whatever he had been doing to hold back his urges, not just for the last few minutes more successfully but everything that he had restrained himself from doing and saying and feeling all day long suddenly boiled to the surface in one sudden, volatile surge of passion. The otter gave a giddy shriek as her lover's paws grabbed at the fabric of her shirt where she had just moved on to her second button, and tore it open with a wild grunt of effort. Material ripped. Buttons went flying, pinging off at speed in all directions, and a moment later Carrie was being lifted into the air with James' arms wrapping around her legs just below the ass, hoisting her off the ground and beginning to stumble his way to the base of the stairs, moaning desperately as he carried her.

"Bedroom. N-now. If we... if we don't get there right now. We aren't going to, a-are we?"

Carrie shook her head and whimpered happily, clinging tightly to her bunny lover and kissing the top of his head over and over again.

"Take me to bed. Oh, James. J-just... please, just lie me down and... a-and take me."

They made it to the top of the stairs, but it was there that James' legs gave out beneath him not due to his lack of strength or Carrie's size, but simply because he couldn't bear to move them forward any longer without action. He lay his girlfriend down just as she requested, albeit on the upstairs landing carpet rather than their lush, soft bed, and grunted happily as he watched her begin to unfasten her belt and drag both sodden trousers and saturated panties down all at once, no delay and no restraint whatsoever. Hurriedly he began to do the same, to finally strip off his own clothes piece by piece as they stared at one another, huffing, whimpering, eyes bulging as they watched more and more bare fur being exposed.

"Please..."

Carrie was naked first, and she shamelessly spread her legs, knees bent, and reached between them with one trembling hand to spread her flushed and puffy outer lips wide apart. The vivid pink flesh within was glistening, and the fur around her pussy from crotch to thighs was shimmering with a thin layer of moisture, tousled and matted by where it had been rubbing against her clothing all day long. She begged her lover to hurry up even as he lay down on his own back for a moment, kicking off his trousers and boxer shorts alike with his feet while his hands fought to rid him of his own shirt and the light vest-top beneath it.

"James! Please , n-now!!"

The otter all but sobbed, her tail drumming loudly against the floor and her toes curling tightly as the now naked male rolled over onto all fours, the rabbit's muzzle open and panting as he stared at her more like a wild, vicious predator than any kind of herbivore. She spread her legs wider, lifting them up and wrapping her arms around them to hold them in place and out of the way. She deliciously, obscenely exposed herself before the male's gaze as she watched his cock throbbing and drooling between his legs, and a moment later Carrie was screaming, shrieking at the top of her lungs to the heavens and back again.

With a mindless cry James flung himself at the otter, and in one smooth motion ended their hours upon hours of denial as he plunged his cock deep inside of her pussy. Without a word, without foreplay or the slightest want or need for either of them to warm up, he began to fuck her. To drive them both urgently and desperately towards what it was they had been waiting for all this time. What the pills had promised, what they had seen online in videos and dreamed about for months upon months while they scrimped and saved in order to buy the product responsible. The rabbit moaned and wailed as he pumped himself feverishly into Carrie's hot, clutching depths, and as he felt her legs clamping down around his waist, as he felt her tail whipping and thrashing between his own legs, as he felt the otter's hips bucking up against his own and listened to Carrie's own frantic shrieks and grunts of ecstasy, he met her gaze with a ravenous, shameless hunger that they both shared in perfect, unabashed unison.

"W-we're gonna do it..."

Carrie gurgled feverishly to the man she loved, pressing her face up to his and nuzzling him, kissing him, licking him all over his beautiful, pleasure stricken face while he grinned and moaned and did the very same back at her.

"It's going t-to... it's happening. Oh, Carrie. It's... oh my god, I... I can feel it, I... a-aahhhh!"

James nodded and continued to fuck his lover with wild, merciless abandon. He whimpered and gasped to her, his whole body shaking as he slammed his hips down against hers harder and faster, feeling something approaching. Something familiar in the sense that he knew the pleasure of approaching orgasm, but somehow far, far beyond anything he had ever experienced before.

"Yes! Yes! Me too. Oh James. James, I can feel it too! It's coming, I... I'm gonna..."

The pills had promised them a night they would never forget. Not just a night of heightened, mind blowing sex, but a night that was solely comprised of the most glorious and incredible, unfathomably intense moments of sex. Orgasm. Not just bigger and better orgasms, but constant, unceasing, night-long orgasms.

All it took was two pills, and ten hours without release for the necessary chemicals to build up and saturate the body's tissues.

After that, the next time the person or people taking those pills came... they simply wouldn't be able to stop. No matter how hard they tried, no matter what they were doing, they wouldn't be able to bring their multi-orgasmic rapture to an end. Not for hours. Not for a whole night, eight to ten hours at the very least. And given how intense it would be, how much more potent and pleasurable than any normal orgasm due to the rest of the pill's added aphrodisiac ingredients, not only would they be unable to stop... they wouldn't be capable of even wanting to stop, either.

Otter and rabbit clutched at one another tighter and tighter as they felt that orgasmic surge building. They bucked and writhed and shrieked and fucked harder and faster than they had ever fucked before, and given how eagerly active they were together even prior to tonight's life changing experience, that was truly saying something. They stared through wide, glazed eyes at one another in overwhelmed and joyous excitement as they saw their partner's own features contorting in ever more irresistible extremes of pleasure, and finally... finally, they felt all their dreams come true in one sweet, united instant.

" James!"

The otter wailed as she felt her lover's cock plunge into her once more, but not withdraw again for its next thrust a moment later. Instead she felt it twitch, throbbing and straining urgently inside of her own tightly convulsing depths, and then a hot torrent of thick, virile cum was spraying forth against her innermost depths. Lashing out into her not as small individual ribbons or strings of seed, but in one all but unbroken flood that just kept coming, and coming, and...

"James, I... oh my god, I'm cumming!!"

As the rabbit grunted and shuddered and clung to her, holding himself deep inside of the otter as he began to unleash the full delirious and pleasure-stricken fury of that practically endless orgasm, Carrie shamelessly, greedily joined him. She felt her muscles begin to clench and squeeze faster and more uncontrollably than before. She felt her head spinning, her muzzle falling slack as a strangled, sobbing cry erupted out into the upstairs hallway, and felt the intense gushing of her own ejaculate spraying out and over James' own crotch begin in earnest as she too was flung over the edge and into the gaping, all consuming morass of that night's endless, unstoppable ecstasy.

Sometimes moving, bucking, thrusting, writhing against one another and sometimes just lying perfectly still while locked together as they were, the two lovers felt fantasy becoming reality as their orgasms went on, and on, and on. In the past they had imagined that they were doing this same thing, that they had taken the pills and were about to spend a whole night locked in orgasm. James had made Carrie pass out during that game before, driving her to five back to back orgasms with not only his cock but a powerful vibrating wand too, but even then his own orgasm had ended in the normal amount of time, and in total Carrie had still been cumming for less than three minutes before sheer overstimulation caused her mind to go blank and her body to fall limp mid-scream. Now though, after a minute James was still pumping hot cum deep into the otter's pussy. After two minutes, then three, then four she was still clutching at him and squirting violently, liberally all over her lover's soft crotch-fluff while he whimpered, gasped and continued to cum against and within her.

Ten minutes passed, they were still cumming, staring at one another in rapture now as the truth began to sink in. That this wasn't some fluke. That it was happening to them. To both of them, and it wasn't just everything they had ever dreamed of it being, it was so very much more.

"It's l-like... oohhhgodJames... it's like t-the first night when you hhhaahhhh... when you had just started dating me, a-and you asked me to help you f-find my... oh god, my g-spot. The way y-you hit it with your fingers a-and wouldn't s-stoooooohhhhh... wouldn't stop, the way I came so hard, s-so fucking hard that I swore I was gonna break in two I was thrashing so hard. That's how it feels now, but... oh fuck, b-but, James... it's not stopping. It's just going and going and... ooh my god. Oh my fucking god, yessssss!"

James didn't answer, at least not with words. He couldn't. He opened his muzzle to try, but all that came out was a piercing, shrill cry of pleasure that hurt his own ears to process in its sheer intensity. Instead he pressed his face down against Carrie's own and kissed her as best he could through their mutually breathless state of constant ecstasy. Soon he was reduced once again to just wildly, lustfully licking her face all over like a feral dog, and beyond that all he could do was nuzzle and bump his panting, gasping, moaning muzzle against hers.

They could have lain there together all night, simply holding one another and revelling in the constant, wild fury of their shared ecstasy without any regrets whatsoever. And for more than an hour that was precisely what they did, the biggest change being the two of them rolling over at some point so that Carrie could take a break from the firm wooden floor beneath the carpet being pressed against her back. Whimpering and shrieking happily she giggled as she bounced up and down on her husband's cock, riding him, fucking him a little more even though they were already lost to the throes of potent rapture together. It was that change of position however which, after the first hour of their long and incredible night of constant cumming had passed, drove the two lovers to blush and whisper to one another in conspiratorial glee.

"W-wanna... aahhhhyes, wanna do some other stuff?"

Carrie whimpered to the rabbit below her as she rocked back and forth on his throbbing, cumming cock, her knees resting in a substantial little lake of their combined juices by that point and a loud, wet slurping erupting from around them each time the bunny lifted his ass off the ground and out of that thick, glistening translucent puddle. He grinned back, eyes rolling and half-lidded with ecstasy, and moaned in an almost drunkenly enthused manner.

"Ahhfuck. Fuck yes. Anything. E-everything. God, Carrie... keep cumming with me, a-and... and I'll do anything you ask."

Five minutes later their bodies were separate, the two lovers laughing, moaning and clutching at one another's hands as they shakily made their way downstairs, soaking the stairs with gushes of ejaculate and potent, unceasing eruptions of cum. Finally they made it to their target. One another's phones. And thus they retreated to the bottom of the stairs, taking it in turns to pose lewdly while their partner took ample video of them jerking their constantly cumming cock or rubbing feverishly at their clit while squirting for minutes and minutes on end, pussy convulsing visibly for the camera all the while as cries of their shared pleasure echoed in the hallway air.

Not long after that with their phones propped up against a pair of shoes, Carrie bent over the bottom of the stairwell as James mounted her from behind, both of them capturing another good ten or fifteen minutes apiece of their wild, unstoppable fucking and cumming so that even after tonight was over they would never, ever forget this first experience of their hyper-orgasmic night of pleasure. They wailed and whimpered and screamed and climaxed their hearts out for their cameras, before getting so caught up in the act that they lost all track of time and the purpose of their being here, and sank back to the flat floor of their downstairs hallway in a renewed bout of simply lying, clinging to one another as their nether regions convulsed and twitched, and they just revelled gloriously in it.

At some point, they did make it back up the stairs, quivering and giggling at the lewd wonders of simple movement, at the novelty of being able to walk while cumming not because they might normally have expected their legs to collapse from under them, but because the peak they were sharing was so long that they had time to steady themselves and walk while it was still going on. Rather than heading for the bedroom though, they made their way to the bathroom. In the shower, Carrie knelt between James' legs and whimpered happily as he jerked off over her until her upper body was soaked through by unceasing ropes of his orgasmic release. She tried her best to suck him off, but that soon proved impossible as before barely a minute passed she found herself full, her belly gurgling with all the cum that she had hungrily drunk down over the past sixty seconds. The rabbit on the other hand had much greater success trying to eat her out, and for maybe fifteen minutes longer they lingered in the shower before actually rinsing themselves off, Carrie shrieking and James letting loose gurgle after wet, muffled gurgle as he stroked his throbbing, cumming cock while greedily licking and slurping and generally burying his sodden face in between Carrie's legs.

When they did make it back to the bedroom, drying off proving somewhat difficult when the towels you were attempting to use rapidly ended up rather sticky and heavily scented, not to mention soaked through, the bed called to them like a magnet and they responded immediately. Whimpering and laughing they pounce and wrestled one another upon the soft sheets, cum and ejaculate spraying every which way as they rough-and-tumbled around. Before long though the allure of their writhing, panting, blushing, giggling bodies was too much for their partner to bear, and they were hurriedly driven back together again in a deliriously perfect union.

"Fuck me."

Carrie moaned as once again she felt James' cock delivering shot after shot of cum into her spasming, squeezing depths.

"I know you don't need to. I... I know we don't have to, but... oh god, James. Fuck me hard."

And he did, not just for a short while, not just for an hour or two, but deep into that night they ceaselessly, shamelessly and joyfully made the most rampant wild love to one another. They fucked without thought to the time, to how long they had left of this utterly incredible experience, and for that reason alone the night was kind to them in how slowly time seemed to pass. They fucked. They sixty-nined. They lay side by side and used their hands to jerk and finger one another, noses touching, nuzzling all the while.

By the time dawn broke, they were locked together again, lying on their sides with their legs and arms wrapped tight around one another. They were barely moving, their eyes were closed, and over their moans, whimpers and the dripping and squishing and slurping of their still cumming nether regions adding yet more wetness to the soaked and utterly ruined mattress and sheets beneath them, they could just be heard whispering breathlessly to one another.

Whispering fantasies. Stories. Shamelessly lewd thoughts to fill their minds and imagine that these orgasms were happening elsewhere, in other places, other times, whole other worlds. All the while though, they knew what was real. What was fact. What was their own reality, and just how incredible it was without any fantasy necessary. When their eyes opened they looked deep into the pleasure-glazed hues of the otter or rabbit they loved with all their hearts, and when they saw that, and felt the waves of pleasure still surging over and between them, they knew that no matter how hot their fantasies might have been, nothing could ever compare to the wonderful truth of reality.

Not just the truth that this was real, that their night long orgasm together was really happening... but, the even more wonderful, incredible truth that was sitting in a small, amber hued plastic bottle on their bedside table.

The truth that they had at least another dozen doses of the pills apiece to make use of in the coming weekend, and that next month, if only they could wait that long... they had an entire week's holiday apiece saved up from work.

A holiday which they fully intended to spend in constant, shared and sweet, beloved bliss not just for a night, but rather all day, all night for the entire week.

By Jeeves

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