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Zen wrapped his arms more firmly around his bare chest as he made his way along the path. Thankfully, the smooth stones set between the well-trimmed bushes and creeping vines lining the way were lit, small shielded torches shining their warm yellow-orange glow across his footpaws. It had amazed him how quickly the change of the seasons had set in, with how brief a time he and his group had originally planned to stay in this town, but change they certainly did: snow had yet to fall as he had heard happened so often here, but already he could see his own breath in the cool night air, little curling puffs tinted orange by the same lanterns.

Maybe this was a mistake, he thought to himself, not for the first time. But, then, maybe not - Natani had dragged him down this way three nights prior, two bottles deep with another one sloshing around in his other paw and Keith at his other side struggling to keep him on the trail. As it had turned out, his brother was right: the hot springs at the end of the path, a short walk from the main resort, were indeed worth the trudge through the chill darkness.

Zen smirked as he walked, following the smooth curve of the path to the left. Keith could certainly hold his alcohol for someone of his reduced stature: the two of them had intentionally kept that third bottle away from Natani once they had sunk into the welcoming heat of the springs, though that resulted in a wobbly wolf draped over each of them in attempts to seize it back at a few different instances through the night.

The springs had made the walk out worth it, though of course that thought had returned to Zen on their way back_afterwards, soaked and feeling the chill that much more strongly after the warmth. Still, though, what waited for him once the three had returned to their shared room at the resort, each now bubbling with their own sizzling warmth of alcohol... that had made _that part worth it.

He hummed softly to himself as he walked, idly considering the smooth yet textured surface of the stones on his pawpads, and the way they seemed to repel the night's cold. Perhaps that was due to the traffic this path saw at this time - but then again, when the three had come down those few nights ago they had the whole of the springs to themselves.

That was good, of course. Natani had resorted to some surprising tactics on both of them in trying to get his share of the bottle.

A soft breeze, made sharper by the already cold night, interrupted the wolf's little hummed song and brought his attention back to the path. Here it slid slightly to the right again, and then past that stand of what was supposed to be a flower bush, it opened up into the clearing that housed the springs. These, too, were kept illuminated at all times of night for the stray wanderer like him, this time making the walk on his own: after all, he couldn't spend all of his time with Nat and Keith, and it was nice to find a night to himself every now and then.

And a night to himself he would have, apparently: once he turned that final corner Zen perused the surroundings, eyes gliding easily over the carefully-maintained paths around the springs, the benches set up away from the water, the thick trees coaxed into a wall to cloak any bathers from the rest of the town down the ridge. The "springs", really, were just one, a smooth bowl in the earth that had gradually eroded and spilled over its bounds into a handful of other smaller cradles. Wholly natural and nonmagical, even now the glittering water gently roiled and let its clouds of steam waft up into the night.

Already anticipating its touch, as he had been since before he had left the relative warmth of the resort, Zen picked a pool, strode up to it, sighed, hooked a paw beneath the wrapped waist of his towel-

"Good evening."

-and nearly flung it off anyway, surprised by the voice. Clutching it loosely around his front he turned around, looking over each of the pools again until he saw here, lounging there in one of the smaller ones and looking straight at him, eyes as rich deep blue as the sky.

He glanced up to the silver-dusted black velvet stretching on above. As blue as the midday sky. How had he missed her? There she sat, natural feline grace to the core with her arms stretched easily out along the stone border of the pool, white fur shining like the wet surfaces of the rocks and tinted by the lanterns just the same, at least where the shadow-black spots and stripes didn't cross.

The snow leopard Keidran tilted her head, watching him as he watched her, interest shimmering in those eyes of hers. Those markings dappled and speckled her body like shadows cast down through the canopy of a forest: he could tell this from her arms, one paw coming up to briefly brush at her other cheek, even though the whole of her front looked soft, sweet white.

And there was a lot of her front to look at. Zen coughed and half-turned, having learned quite well from experience that it was better to err on the side of caution as to whether someone followed more Keidran or human - or, Masks forbid, Basitin - standards of modesty.

"Oh. Sorry." He swallowed, looked back to her, realized she was still watching him, and looked away again. No doubt if he could see her tail, it would be flicking with curiosity. "I didn't realize anyone else was out here."

"Ah, why are you apologizing?" The other Keidran shifted a little bit, voice as warm as the water murmuring around her. She had a motherly touch about her, too, though Zen couldn't quite place why or what told him that. Perhaps it was how she eyed his half-raised towel with unconcealed amusement, or how she dared him to look more fully at her. When she smiled it was at once comforting as well as dangerous. She could weaponize that sweet smile, certainly. "The springs are open. Anyone can use them."

"Yes, I know, but..." Why _was_he apologizing? The wolf lingered where he stood, unsure what to do for a moment.

The other Keidran seemed content to let that moment stretch on, then, head first tilting one way and then to the other as she looked over him, up and down and then back again. "They also aren't separated."

"Excuse me?"

She nodded toward him, not to his eyes but instead quite lower. "By sex. I would enjoy some company tonight, but not if I had to yell at it over a separating wall."

"Oh! Well..." What a _forceful_presence, and yet all she had done was greet him. Zen looked to her again, still unsure... then saw the warm glimmer in her eyes and the reassuring second nod, still accompanied by that smile, and again he felt at ease. He tried his best to return her smile, then turned the rest of the way around, pulled in a breath, undid his towel, turned back - and just barely caught those blue eyes flicking back up to his muzzle from where they had wandered during his turn.

Zen gave his best prideful grin, beating back the strange nervousness that had so suddenly assailed him. She really _did_seem like a mother. "Here's company."

"Good." The snow leopard nodded across from her. "Come join me?"

In there? he wanted to ask, but kept it to himself. He needed to hold onto his confidence, especially when he had gotten so unbalanced so early on; maintain that front for long enough and inevitably it would become truth. The wolf tossed his towel to the side, barely missing one of the benches, and then padded over to her pool, all the while aware of her gaze on him yet willfully ignoring it.

Or maybe it would be better to enjoy it?

Slowly, carefully, he started to lower himself in... and felt the rest of that nervousness melt away, already abated by both his willpower as well as the same presence that had originally ignited it. Motherly indeed: commanding yet gentle, immovable yet relaxing. And she'd only said a handful of sentences to him so far.

"There you go," the feline cooed, herself settling deeper into the water. It crawled up along the generous tuft of downy fur that puffed around her throat and down between her also generous breasts. "That's better, isn't it?"

"Just what I need on a cold night like this." Zen emulated her posture: head back, body relaxed, arms draped over the edges. One of his footpaws bumped against what could only be hers in the close quarters, and he instinctively jerked it away. "A hot bath and some welcome company."

"Pardon me," she went on, that touch of amusement having reentered her musical voice, "but to me it looked like you were desiring and expecting to be on your own. You looked right over me and didn't see me." Dramatically, she placed a paw over her chest. "Am I so unremarkable?"

"No! Of course not. You're..." The water splashed a bit as Zen shifted his position. "I had other things on my mind." Other things like an equal double portion of chocolate-furred wolf. He forced his eyes back up to her muzzle, black cheetah-like tear tracks on either side only accentuating her quiet amusement. Maybe she wasn't all leopard. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Adira." She held that paw out for him. "Of Riftwall."

Zen took it and planted a kiss to the wet fur. Even beneath the mineral aroma of the spring water he could pick up the haze of gentle perfume, as well as a touch of something else. "Zen. Of... the forest wolves? It is an honor to make your acquaintance, madame."

Further amused by the gesture, Adira then lifted that paw to her mouth to half-hide a smirk. "Oh, come on. None of that. I'm just a tavern keeper," and again her eyes licked over his form, "Zen of the forest wolves. You arrived with the other one and that Basitin, yes?"

"Among others." He shrugged and settled back. "Yes. You know, you don't look like a tavern keeper."

"Well, I'm not wearing my corset." Whether that was a jibe or serious Zen couldn't quite tell. Adira had an unmistakable beauty to her, in the contrast of her fur and the chaotic organization of her markings, in the shape of her muzzle and shoulders and how she held herself... and that beauty had ripened and developed into the kind skillfully borne by a somewhat older Keidran.

On other women that would have turned it into the generously-given "handsomeness". On her, though...

In the silence she placed a fingerpad to her lips, then pointed it to the wolf across from her. "Have I seen you before?"

A question he received often throughout his profession. Zen gave the same answer he always did, complete with the practiced shrug and wink: "Trust me, you'd remember this."

That brought a laugh out of her which, surprisingly, carried back over into him. This strange feline Keidran had a warm presence about her, much more comforting and welcoming than he'd first thought; Zen allowed himself to sink more fully into the water, and this time left his footpaw where it was when it brushed against hers. She leaned her head back and looked up to the sky, with Zen doing the same. After a moment he closed his eyes to bask in the pleasant warmth amid the chill of night.

"My, my," Adira rumbled a short time later, rolling her head forward again. The surface of the water stirred as she reached to rub at her neck. A second later she opened her eyes again, this time focusing them on Zen across from her. He instinctively straightened up beneath that gaze. "I could go for a massage. Would you mind?"

"Oh." The wolf straightened further as she started to slide around the interior rim of the pool, pushing little warm waves of the bubbling water against his chest. "You want me to-"

"I do. Could you, just..."

Zen swallowed. So close to him, close enough that he could reach out and touch her with half an arm's length, Adira turned again and sprawled out across the edge of the pool, resting her muzzle sideways on her crossed arms. Mostly dark rosettes in that snow- and cloud-grey fur, thick black hair spreading down over her shoulders and hanging in the puddle of water beneath her arms, her form sleek and tight as suitable for a feline such as herself. Zen lifted his paws out of the water, paused, looked her up and down, forced himself back up again, reached forward, stopped, began again, then froze again when she half-opened an eye and looked over at him.

"Are you waiting for a 'please'?"

"Sorry! Sorry. I'll, um..."

First he felt the cold, matted moisture of wet fur. Then it was the taut strength of hidden muscles, and beneath that, the brighter, sharper warmth of her body - and then it was a shudder that racked her back and shot down towards her tail, stirring slowly within the spring. The leopard let out a low, rumbling sigh, eyes drifting shut again.

"Oh. Oh... yeah, that's... what I've been needing..."

Zen had to scoot a little closer, his leg bumping against her side. Again he kept it there. "Hard week?"

"Hard life. A lone Keidran, running a tavern in a human village, with a daughter who's just as likely to be tangling between the feet of the patrons as she is to be serving them... a little lower, dear?"

So that was where he got the motherly vibe on her. He worked his thumbs in along the ridge of her shoulder blades and then pressed inwards and down from there, finding the line of her spine and bumps of the vertebrae, and following those further down. At one point Adira twitched and jumped, though when Zen circled his attention back in along that spot he felt the tension relax and melt out of her.

"Is that good?"

"Yeah, that's... more than good..." She flicked her tongue out across her lips and swallowed, stirring slightly. Zen felt a little more pressure from her body against his leg. "You're great with your hands. Are you a musician?"

Zen came back up a little bit, then started down again. He slid his paws out towards her sides, this time following the lines of smooth ribs beneath soft fur - and stopped as soon as he felt that fur and skin start to bulge out around her front. "No, um..." Mostly rosettes, speckled here and there with sparse spots... the snow-white stopped along her belly and turned to that cloud-grey towards her back, though it resumed, he noticed, right along the spot where her tail met her body. Yet again he forced his eyes back up, trying to focus on where his paws actually were instead of where he imagined them to be. "Assassin."

"Oh." Yet again those eyes fluttered open, though he neither saw concern in them nor felt it in her body. "Well, if you've come for me, at least I'll go out feeling good."

"No, no. That's not it at all. We haven't really done anything like that in quite a while."

"We?"

"My brother and I."

The leopard nodded and closed her eyes. "Mm. Introduce me sometime. And - a little lower?"

Zen looked down. To go lower he would have to slide his paws into the water; he paused again, thought about it, and then started down, though just as the warm surface closed in over his wrists he felt Adira start to lift up, pulling herself forward onto the cool stone surrounding the pool. He leaned back as she did so to give her room, her thick tail soaked through and hanging down pulling free of the surface with a rush of water pouring down off of it. Adira shifted a bit, flicked her tail, settled in, and then sighed, looking over her shoulder at the wolf beside her.

"Not that low," she purred, noting just where his eyes had gone. Zen blinked, realizing he still had his paws raised, and came in to lean over her again.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, I was just..." He ran his fingers in below her ribs, careful not to squeeze her sides too tightly, and slid his thumbs back in towards her spine. "Is this okay?"

"That's good. Although, now that I'm thinking about it..."

A grey- and white-furred arm unfolded from beneath her chin to reach back, her gentle paw taking one of Zen's wrists and sliding it down, down, further down. His fingers and thumb spread along the width of her thigh, then slid over and relaxed as she guided him around towards the base of her tail. Along the way he noticed that the way he sat in the water kept his waist slightly above the surface, so he shifted and lowered himself back down - though surely Adira had already seen all she needed.

She slid his fingers up along and around the base of her tail. "Why don't you keep on going? All the way down."

Zen almost couldn't believe this was happening. He waited where he was for a moment and then smoothly brought his other paw down to join the first, fingers splayed over her smooth, soaked rump, thumbs each curling in around the base of that thick tail from underneath, the heat there sharp, intense, focused. He rubbed his pads in alongside her base, again pulling another shiver and gasp out of the leopard, and then let his thumbs part and drift down to instead slide up underneath... and instead of wet, matted fur he felt soft, ridged skin, hot, puckered, tight. A brush of a fingerpad across those ridges made it twitch back against him.

"How about this? Is this okay too?"

The cat swallowed and sighed, relaxing forward again. Her heavy, wait tail curled up out of the water, only far enough for Zen to keep his paws in place there, while the lower half of it curved right back down below the surface with all the volume of that bushy fluff spreading out in the slow bubbling current. He adjusted and came closer again, this time putting himself more behind her than beside. Again and again he circled a thumb around and over her tailhole, each time lifting the base of her tail up a little further; with his other paw he gripped his fingers into the soft squish of her rump and spread her, parting the snow-white fur where it started up again to show more tender pink flesh. There was that circle of ridged skin, partially obscured by his thumb - he reached down, dipped it into the water, and brought it back up again - and then, a little below that...

"Mmh," Adira rumbled, shifting a bit. She rested some of her weight back onto her knees, pushing her rear up and back towards the wolf. "Good with your hands..."

"Yeah?" The wolf interspersed the little circles from his thumb with steady, deliberate prods at the center there, pushing in against the squeezing muscles and teasing them slowly open. His other paw squeezed in along the smooth flesh and fur of her thigh before coming back down again, claws drawing little lines amid the wet fur; then he folded two fingers in towards his palm and kept two out, pads forward, and ran those down along the similarly pink, similarly wet flesh, immediately pulling another shiver and sigh out of the leopard in front of him. Up and down he ran those fingers between soft, supple lips, teasing at the entrance yet never quite pushing into it. Each pulse through her body, each twitch and tighten, he could feel in those fingers just as well as he could against the surface of his thumb. "Keep going?"

Adira rested her muzzle back down on her arms, letting a rumbling moan out across damp fur and cool stone. "Stay there a minute. Just..."

Zen obeyed and waited. Still he continued the rhythm from his thumb, angling his paw just right to keep her base of her tail raised - not that that was much of a problem, as the sensation kept it hiked up anyway. He shifted where he sat right on the edge of the stone beneath the warm water, feeling the excitement and interest pulse through himself as well. After a short time Adira shifted yet again, this time again reaching her arm back behind herself: she guided Zen's paw in against her, ran his fingers between her lips, started to sink them up into slick, warm, squeezing flesh. He felt her clench back against him, felt the gasp and shiver run through her body, and he pushed through them, sliding further in until his knuckle pressed against her backside.

"Yeah. Yeah, like..." The snow leopard's paw remained on his wrist for a second, her grip tight yet faltering, before she let her fingers fall away. She didn't pull that arm back up in front of her, though: instead she lifted her paw up, hiked her tail up over his, sprayed him with a splash of water when the tip pulled free from the surface, and then brought in a pair of her own fingers alongside his thumb still teasing at her tailhole. "Like that... oh, this is exactly what I've been needing..." She squeezed those fingers in against his thumb, then pressed down into the ridged skin and spread that, too. Zen felt the muscles tense and relax, felt them part and grip against his thumbpad, and felt the moist warmth of the flesh inside.

"Or, you know..." He started to lean in, keeping his eyes forward on her muzzle. Adira had hers closed, though, and it looked as though she wouldn't be opening them any time soon, with the way she rocked her hips forward and back, forward and back on his buried fingers. From there he pulled his thumb away from her tailhole, though let his eyes flick down to watch the way it twitched and squeezed between hers, and then again when his warm breath curled down across it. "I could do... this..."

First there was the slightly sulfuric taste of the spring water climbing across his tongue, though what he felt was those thin, tight ridges of skin, gripping and pulling, sliding beneath both that water and his saliva. Then a moment later he found the snow leopard's distinct scent and taste, low and soft, inimitably feline without the touch of perfume he had picked up on her at a distance... and then, as the tip of his tongue flicked across and briefly tugged along the interior of the muscle of her rim, the also-familiar slight tang of the skin and flesh there, soft and enticing. Ahead of him Adira tightened and shivered, though a second later relaxed and let her rump settle back against his muzzle, tailhole puckering back against his lips and tongue. Her fingers remained there for a moment and then drifted back down and away, briefly pulling against his bared tongue.

"Zen..." For a moment he felt that paw of hers slip across his shoulder and try to grip, try to pull him in closer, before it fell away again. The wolf couldn't see where it went what with his eyes half-closed and this bushy wet tail draping across his muzzle. He continued to lap and lick at her, picking up the same motions he had with his thumb, though this time a little more adventurous in pressing in through that squeezing ring of muscle. He found that it yielded more easily to his tongue, and more eagerly. Adira shifted again, lifting her lower body up, straightening her thighs amid the water... and she slid back, bracing one arm against the side of the pool and the other on a knee, pushing her rump back so that Zen had to lean slightly backwards. "Keep going. That's..."

The wolf kept his muzzle in place, breath wafting out beneath the base of her tail and curling right back around his face. He slid his fingers nearly all the way out of her and then pressed them back in. "Mhmm?"

"I came out here tonight..." Adira swallowed and pushed herself back again. "...since I wanted to spend some time on my own, relax, unwind... I don't mind the company, of course, and you're still helping me with those last two."

He felt the same way, of course. Zen kept his nose pressed against the underside of her tail as he worked, tongue repeatedly lapping out across puckered skin, dragging up over her twitching tailhole, and then flicking back into his mouth, again and again, occasionally swirling around her rim or poking more firmly into the center. One of his paws briefly disappeared beneath the surface of the water to adjust himself in his sheath, then came back up to pull her slightly open along his muzzle; with that done he pressed himself in more firmly, upper lip pressing against the spot where fur gave way to smooth skin, tongue digging steadily in through that squeezing ring of muscle. Soon he felt it tightening around instead of against him, then felt that ridged skin against his lips; he curled and swirled his tongue, feeling the sticky slickness of her inner walls, slurping his own saliva into her so much that when he pulled back to catch his breath, that ring remained slightly open, a thick drip of sticky drool rolling down towards her lips - or, rather, towards his knuckles buried up against her, two fingers still kept deep. He gave those a little wriggle, too, then brought them down and out, sliding slick pads forward and along her clit before resuming their place.

The leopard tightened and shivered again through all of that, her entire body reflecting the tension and pleasure vibrating through her backside. Whenever Zen slid his other paw up along her smooth side he could feel the purr rumbling through her chest, carried over in the way she rocked her hips slowly forward and back along the edge of the pool, pushing herself back against his muzzle and digging tongue, inviting him back in again just as she rode those fingers kept pressed between her legs.

"You know," Adira panted after a moment, looking back at him. Zen puckered his lips against her tailhole and suckled gently as he drew back, her taste weighing down his breath. "You can use more than just your tongue, dear."

Of course he had been thinking about it. A quick glance down showed the evidence of that as well, in the form of his warm pink-fleshed tip just barely breaching the surface of the water, twitching every now and then with his arousal. The wolf wiped his mouth against the back of his paw and raised his eyebrows.

"I run a tavern," she went on, again adjusting her position. This time she slid an arm down beneath his body to join his paw between her thighs, a pair of fingers first rubbing at her clit and then sliding down to spread herself on his paw. "Naturally there's talk. Not all of my patrons are humans, you know - we've had a few of... oh, don't you stop _there..._a few of your kind in. Why don't you-" She paused, bit her lip, swallowed, sighed, and shivered, fingers returning to focus on her clit. Zen had buried his muzzle beneath her tail and closed his eyes again, though he could feel it go through her. "Why don't you show me just how much of that talk is bragging, and how much is true? You've already gotten me all slick and ready..."

Once more he came back, swallowed, and wiped his mouth, the wolf unable to hide his grin. He met her eyes, slid his fingers out of her, swirled his tongue around them, and then stood up, bringing himself fully out of the hot water of the spring. The cold night air quickly wrapped around him and sank its claws through his fur, though he did his best to grin through it, and hoped the sudden chill hadn't diminished him at all. Adira's gaze drifted from his muzzle down his chest and then further, and he thought he saw a glimmer in those blue eyes. He intentionally gave a twitch for effect.

"I'd be glad to," was all he gave in response, before getting into position above and behind her. This time both of his paws slid down along her rump, claws tracing in through damp fur and along the soft skin beneath, gripping into the slight give of her flesh and spreading her against the base of his sheath when he grinded up along the base of her tail. Then the wolf pulled back a bit, glanced down, lined himself up with her twitching, still-dripping tailhole... then pressed his tip in against the so-familiar hot sticky slickness of fresh saliva and eager muscles, and looked up to her again for confirmation.

Adira nodded. She looked a bit winded, or just excited. Zen could feel it too. He grinned again, winked, then looked down... started to push forward, and immediately felt a shiver zap its way through his body. The wet heat of her body closed smoothly around his length the further he sank into her, flesh and muscles gladly giving way to him as he pressed forward and as she pressed back. A shared sigh escaped from both of them, Adira's claws grating softly across the smooth stones and Zen's digging into her sides.

For every two inches in he pulled back out one, readjusting, getting used to the warmth and the grip, and giving her the space to adjust to him as well. Their slow, steady forward-and-back stirred the surface of the water and splashed some of it up over the stones, joining the puddle already beneath the leopard from her dripping fur and soaking around her. Before long she started more firmly pushing back against Zen, too, sending a sweet shiver down through his body so that he nearly had to double over her, when the bulge of his knot pressed against her rump.

He licked his lips and swallowed, panting already through an open mouth. "Are you - good?"

In response Adira slid her hips forward and then swiftly back, nearly lifting him up onto his toes in the spring. Zen gasped and shivered again, fingers digging into her soft sides for balance.

"I am," she said, and looked back at him again. She waited until his eyes met hers before she picked the rhythm back up again, hips churning on his, tailhole pulling sweetly along his length. "Are you?"

Each push and squeeze, each twitch and pull, muddled the words in his mouth right as he was about to say them. Zen reached up, wiped at his muzzle again, and bent further forward over the lovely snow leopard, taking a moment to adopt the rhythm she had begun and then bringing it out faster and harder. It wasn't like he ever had to worry about downtime with Keith and Natani on either side of him, sometimes literally, but still he felt the familiar energy and excitement coursing through him, the fire fueled and fanned by the movement of his hips against Adira's body, and by her pushing back against him. The thick slickness of his own saliva both coating and dripping from her tailhole slid and stuck to his length, rolling slowly down the lip of his sheath towards his sack, swinging forward and back against her - and her paw, too, still kept between her legs, still working at herself as Zen thrust against her rump.

Soon he no longer even noticed the chill of the night, biting into his damp fur and wet body. All he could think about, all he could focus on, was this strange beautiful snow leopard sharing the hot spring with him, her body warm against his, her steady panting breath misting out into the air around her muzzle just as his did his own. Zen gritted his teeth and slid a paw up from her hip to her lower back, feeling the rhythmic tension in the muscles there and the sweet shudders of pleasure bouncing through her body, the little tightening and twitching echoed through the ring of muscle squeezing along the base of his shaft above his knot, just as it had done his tongue a little while earlier.

Her taste still lingered there on his lip and in his throat, as did her scent - though as the wolf leaned in further, bracing an arm along her lower back and hiking the base of her tail up against his belly, he realized it was also still coming off of her as well. The smooth, spiced scent of feline musk, of Keidran arousal, curling and wrapping around him, joining his own sharper canid spike... one of his footpaws briefly losing footing inside the spring's water, he bent all the way over Adira and then wrapped that arm around her body, holding her up to him as he pounded steadily down into her, his hips slapping against her rear, their shared panting and moaning overpowering the sound of water splashing across the sides.

Bent over her, his muzzle sideways on her back, Zen could both feel as well as hear her purring and moans, her gasps and shudders. Her arm brushed against his again and again as she continued to work at herself, those fingers occasionally slipping down between wet lips to touch and caress his sack before coming back up. The sensation, the tension, the feeling, the entire_situation_... the wolf gritted his teeth again and swallowed, his other paw tightening on her rear and spreading her against his knot, the thick bulb of hard flesh pushing forward, twitching, squeezing against her tailhole just as she clenched around him as well.

"Inside," she panted through sharp teeth. "Do it inside. Don't - tie me, though, I don't want to be out here for a - another-"

Yet again Zen ended up cutting her words off. Hilted against her, he pressed his hips forward, felt the muscles tighten and press against him, then slid back, back almost all the way, thrust in again... then again, and again, each time with the hot pressure building inside of him. A low, hungry growl started in his chest and rumbled up his throat, and then he had his muzzle buried in Adira's neck again, hips pounding at hers, the sharp pleasure of his peak vibrating through him. The first buck pushed her forward against the edge of the pool, the second pressed her body down against the stones, the third caused an irresistible shudder to ricochet through the wolf's body, and then the fourth led him to let out his held breath in a quick, shivering sigh.

Beneath him Adira still squirmed, some of his energy passed into her through his finish. Zen remained buried under her tail and wrapped around her body, enjoying the frantic panting and unsteady breaths, loving the way he could feel the urgency and excitement in her arm as she worked those fingers at herself, slipping over and swirling around the little point of her clit. Were he not exhausted already, he thought about slipping back down into the warmth of the pool, both to heat back up and so he could fit his muzzle between those legs and finish her off... but right as he was about to brace his paws on her rear and slip out of her, the leopard suddenly started tightening around him again, muscles squeezing and shivering, body shaking. She sucked in a gasp through clenched teeth, held it, and then let it out as he had, in a series of short, unsteady bursts while her body shook.

The two remained like that for a moment, wolf letting the exhaustion weigh down his body, leopard still vibrating with a deep, gentle purr. Eventually, though, he felt himself start to slip free, and angled his hips slowly back until his gradually-softening length came free, quite slick from the volume of saliva and seed he had pressed into her. The wolf half-stumbled back through the water to flop out across the opposite side of the pool, watching as Adira settled herself down, sighed, reached a paw back, spread herself again... pressed those two fingers into her slightly-stretched tailhole, then squeezed back around them.

"Well," Zen said, chest still rising and falling with steady panting, "am I as good with other things as I am with my hands?"

The leopard shivered again when those fingers came free, and then slowly turned and also sank back into the water. She stretched her legs forward in the pool, found Zen's, and brushed her footpaws up against his. "What I will say," she answered, little tongue flicking across her lips, "is that most of the bragging I've heard in my tavern was indeed justified. _Most_of it."

"Oh, come on." He pressed his footpads against hers. His were broader, thicker, less spaced out, and surprisingly less calloused as well. Maybe that came from her being on her feet all day at her tavern. "What could I have done better? I'll put it down my notes and speak with my manager, and we can see about setting up another appointment for next time."

Adira rolled her eyes, slowly getting herself back into the same comfortable position in which he had found her. Just like last time, she made no effort to hide that broad chest out of modesty, though the thick ruff of fur surrounding her neck already did a fair job of it.

"That's not it," she said after a moment, again meeting his eyes. "You mentioned you had a brother?"

Zen nodded. Adira's smile widened, a warm sight in snowy fur.

"Well, one thing I heard is that two wolves are always better than one."

"Oh my." Zen returned the grin. "Well, there might have to be a Basitin in the mix, too. Or is that too much for a lady like you?"

Adira placed a paw against her chest. "Well, now it's _my_turn to be slightly offended. I'm hardy, dear. I do hear that Basitin are... _intense_lovers, though."

"They are." Zen looked up to the sky. "Indeed they are. When you can pull it out of them, at least."

"How long will you be in town?"

"I don't know. A week, maybe?"

"Perfect."

When he looked down at her again Adira was still smiling, all confidence and poise. First the wolf felt a flutter of excitement, and then a bit of caution coming in underneath: maybe, he thought, just maybe, I've gone and got myself into something more than I can handle.

There's only one way to find out, though.